#my web skills are shit

[orcelito]

I admit I still kind of am in survival mode from yesterday. Like I was the "this is fine" dog with a metaphorical house on fire around me. And By God I sure fuckin managed it. In that last hour, as time crept up and I started panicking a bit, I just kept muttering to myself about how "it's fine, I'll be fine. I'm so Fucking good at finishing things." And ykno what? I Did It!!!

But now I still feel that feeling of impending doom. Like there is something I need to do Right Now and if I don't I am going to be Severely Fucked. Trying to get myself to relax some bc while there *is* stuff I need to do today, it's nowhere near as pressing or as monumental a task as yesterday's thing. And no one can go at full throttle all of the time!!!! Gotta chill out for a bit. Watch some anime. Build some Legos. You know.

[moodycarcass]

I should fuck around and find them templates that don't suck for my blogs.

[toelessbastard]

I know I rely on my notes as a crutch too often bc why did my heart drop and I genuinely considered not going to college bc most shit won't be open note. weak sauce. I can learn.

[absentlyabbie]

seriously, though. i work in higher education, and part of my job is students sending me transcripts. you'd think the ones who have the least idea how to actually do that would be the older ones, and while sure, they definitely struggle with it, i see it most with the younger students. the teens to early 20s crowd.

very, astonishingly often, they don't know how to work with .pdf documents. i get garbage phone screenshots, sometimes inserted into an excel or word file for who knows what reason, but most often it's just a raw .jpg or other image file.

they definitely either don't know how to use a scanner, don't have access to one, or don't even know where they might go for that (staples and other office supply stores sometimes still have these services, but public libraries always have your back, kids.) so when they have a paper transcript and need to send me a copy electronically, it's just terrible photos at bad angles full of thumbs and text-obscuring shadows.

mind bogglingly frequently, i get cell phone photos of computer screens. they don't know how to take a screenshot on a computer. they don't know the function of the Print Screen button on the keyboard. they don't know how to right click a web page, hit "print", and choose "save as PDF" to produce a full and unbroken capture of the entirety of a webpage.

sometimes they'll just copy the text of a transcript and paste it right into the message of an email. that's if they figure out the difference between the body text portion of the email and the subject line, because quite frankly they often don't.

these are people who in most cases have done at least some college work already, but they have absolutely no clue how to utilize the attachment function in an email, and for some reason they don't consider they could google very quickly for instructions or even videos.

i am not taking a shit on gen z/gen alpha here, i'm really not.

what i am is aghast that they've been so massively failed on so many levels. the education system assumed they were "native" to technology and needed to be taught nothing. their parents assumed the same, or assumed the schools would teach them, or don't know how themselves and are too intimidated to figure it out and teach their kids these skills at home.

they spend hours a day on instagram and tiktok and youtube and etc, so they surely know (this is ridiculous to assume!!!) how to draft a formal email and format the text and what part goes where and what all those damn little symbols means, right? SURELY they're already familiar with every file type under the sun and know how to make use of whatever's salient in a pinch, right???

THEY MUST CERTAINLY know, innately, as one knows how to inhale, how to type in business formatting and formal communication style, how to present themselves in a way that gets them taken seriously by formal institutions, how to appear and be competent in basic/standard digital skills. SURELY. Of course. RIGHT!!!!

it's MADDENING, it's insane, and it's frustrating from the receiving end, but even more frustrating knowing they're stumbling blind out there in the digital spaces of grown-up matters, being dismissed, being considered less intelligent, being talked down to, because every adult and system responsible for them just

ASSUMED they should "just know" or "just figure out" these important things no one ever bothered to teach them, or half the time even introduce the concepts of before asking them to do it, on the spot, with high educational or professional stakes.

kids shouldn't have to supplement their own education like this and get sneered and scoffed at if they don't.

[usermuller]

i’m pretty sure fabio and tony swapped helmets

[moonlight-prose]

ask for joaquín ideas and you shall recieve ma'am 😌 SO HERE YOU GO giving torres nasty head under his desk as he he's working on a debrief with sam on the phone, that at one point his eyes roll back

fall apart

a/n: this put me in a chokehold so tight i am pretty sure it’s why i am having issues breathing. the way this man had me acting up at ALL TIMES. and well i had vodka in my veins when i started writing this and had absolutely no issues being horny on main. so enjoy what is probably an unedited mess. but i was thinking fast at the time and somehow managed to finish it.

summary: distractions were best kept under wraps. even as joaquin blindly allowed you to toy with him at the worst possible moment. OR giving joaquin nasty head during his phone call with sam.

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, oral (m receiving), honestly fully porn without plot anywhere to be found, giving messy head, cussing, spit, cumplay, cumeating, face fucking, choking, slight exhibitionism, fluff, they're nasty people.

He’s supposed to be glued to the screen in front of him, eyes peeled and bloodshot as he searched for what Sam requested. He’s got a job to do. One that called for acts of heroism and skills beyond what he was capable of at this very moment. A task that should have felt like a breeze. Quick, easy, over and done with before the phone beeped relentlessly. Sam’s name popping up on the flashing screen.

But his head remained stuck in the clouds, mind coated in that thick gray fog—tipped back into his chair as he grasped at the handles. He needed to answer the fucking phone. Pick it up, clear his throat. Sound put together and professional.

He could barely see straight, entirely sure that if he opened his eyelids entirely he’d go cross-eyed. The feel of your wet hot mouth pulled him into the snare of your web. Tantalizing and dark—thick with the enticing heat that curled along the base of his spine. Wrenching his stomach into a fluttering hold. Speeding the steady beat of his heart until he began to tremble, thighs shaking where they were placed on either side of your head.

“Nena-”

Another suck had his back arching up, hand scrambling to curl along the back of your neck. The phone buzzed again, sliding with force along a clean wooden desk. All it would take was one press of his finger and Sam’s voice would fill the room.

“He’s calling-”

Your hand curled tight around the base of his spit soaked cock, precum dribbling down the sides as you came up for air. “So answer.”

“I can’t fucking answer,” he balked.

“Why not?” Swollen lips twisted up into a smile—one he’d seen before. One he knew like the back of his hand. “I thought you were capable of anything,” you purred.

“But it’s…” It would be so easy. Such a quick task to get done. Tell him the information, debrief what he’s learned through hours of research. He curled a hand around your chin, thumb pulling at your slick bottom lip. And the words slipped out before they registered in his mind. “Do it quietly.”

You lit up at his demand, head ducking down to swallow him down with a moan—the head of his cock brushing the very back of your throat. The mistake had been made and with a choked grunt, he picked up the phone.

“Got anything?”

Joaquin swallowed thickly, palming your head as he pulled up what files were labeled the most important with a shaky hand. “Uh….yes.” You swallowed around his length, throat working tight, spit dripping onto your hand that still held him in place; his mind went white.

“Joaquin. You good?”

No. He wasn’t.

He was so far down your throat he could see the bulge, the sticky wet sounds of your tongue slipping beneath his pulsing vein had him jolting his hips with a pained groan. Concern etched into Sam’s voice with questions he couldn’t answer, words that held no meaning in the depths of a mind gone dumb. You choked on him, spluttering for air as a sheen of spit smeared along your chin and cheeks.

“S-Shit-”

“What happened?” Sam called into the speaker, a rustle of him turning the car echoing into the spacious office.

Joaquin shuddered, hand clambering to cup your throat and keep you at bay—the dark glimmer in your eyes nearly sent him over the edge. He coughed, situated himself in the chair with adrenaline thundering beneath his buzzing skin. Eventually you’d fight him on this. Pull his twitching cock back into your mouth with a greedy moan—desperate for his taste to slide down your throat. And he’d let you. Without question.

He was only a man in the end; wrapped tight around your finger that cleaned the mess along your cheek.

“Nothing,” he cleared his throat. “Got a cramp. I managed to decode what documents you found at the scene. Shipment logs and whatnot.”

You huffed, thighs clenching at the sound of technical words rambled from a mouth you burned to kiss. “Baby-”

His hand clamped over your mouth, sealing your jaw shut with an audible click. "A group of them are meeting five minutes outside The Wharf. Looks like the trade is happenin’ over international waters.”

“They’re hoping not to get caught. Alright. Send me the time and exact location. And call whatever law enforcement is closest. They’ll want in on this too.”

“Already on it,” Joaquin rushed out, releasing what hold he had left as the line went dead. “Sorry nena-”

A loud sigh filled his ears beneath the thundering echo of his racing heart. Dreamlike in its breathy tones, as if you couldn’t wait to finally taste him again. The tang of it a delicacy on the back of your tongue. His groan was loud, emanating off each wall and window, when your mouth sucked him back in. Hand pumping fast with the slide of your spit.

“Fuck,” he gasped, eyes rolling back.

The sounds were obscene. A squelching echo of your tongue and mouth bobbing along his painfully hard cock. He could feel it rush along his spine, pulling tight enough to splinter with pain right down to his toes. Ruining him with ease seemed to come naturally—your body entirely in tune with his. You read him effortlessly as he trembled in the chair, blunt nails digging into the back of your neck as he fucked into your awaiting mouth.

“G-Gonna- Fucking I’m gonna cum.”

You hummed, swallowing around him once, twice, until your fingers curled around his pulsing balls and he was extinguished in the flames. He spurted down your throat with a raw shout, hips shoving up and into your face. Any other time he’d carefully keep his distance, make sure you could breathe properly.

But he was barely able keep track of his own name. Let alone where he was.

A garbled string of words spilled past his lips when you slowly came up for air, tongue licking gently at what still dripped down across your knuckles. He wanted to kiss you. Taste himself from the heat of your mouth. He wanted to lick into your cunt with a veracity he’d never known before your name became his favorite prayer.

He just couldn’t fucking move.

“Again?” you breathed, climbing into his lap with a soft grin.

“Shit,” he rasped, thumb pushing the pearly drips of his cum along your tongue. “I think you killed me.”

Light fractured along the edge of your iris and Joaquin felt the word love burn itself into his ribs. “You can kill me later,” you breathed, looping your arms around his limp form.

“I like those odds.”

[cuntyji]

cw: highly suggestive but v funny please laugh, reader wears lingerie 🙉

your first mistake was leaving choso alone in the apartment.

your second mistake was not expecting him to do something stupid when left unattended for more than an hour. but this? this was new.

you came home, fully expecting to see him napping on the couch, scrolling through his phone, or maybe reheating leftovers in the microwave. instead, you found him standing in front of your underwear drawer—organizing.

which, in itself, was already suspect behavior, considering you’d never seen him fold a shirt properly in his life.

but it wasn’t the tidiness that had your soul leaving your body. no, it was the fact that he was standing there with your panties over his face.

not in a pervy way. not like those spicy fanfics you’ve definitely, totally never read at three in the morning. no, your boyfriend—your 27-year-old, full-time salaryman boyfriend—was wearing your victoria’s secret lace-trimmed underwear over his face like a spiderman mask.

and he was making pew pew noises.

“take that, villain!” he whispered aggressively, using one hand as a makeshift web-shooter while the other expertly color-coordinated your socks. his movements were swift, methodical. he was, horrifyingly enough, completely immersed in his role.

you should have left. you should have turned around, walked back out, and never spoken of this. but no, you had to be brave. you had to step forward and, in the worst decision of your life, say:

“…cho?”

chaos.

choso shrieked. not a yell, not a grunt—a full-on horror movie shriek. his entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, hands flying to his face as if he’d forgotten what he’d done. his wide, horrified eyes locked onto yours for one agonizing second before he attempted to remove the evidence—attempted being the keyword.

because rather than just taking the panties off his face like a normal human being, your boyfriend, in his absolute panic, yanked them.

RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP.

the sound was deafening. the death of good fabric. lace fibers shredded in his grasp. the remnants of your once-beautiful underwear dangled limply from his trembling hands.

a heavy silence fell between you.

“…”

“…”

choso slowly lowered his hands. then, in the most pathetic, guilty voice you’d ever heard in your life, he croaked out:

“…hey, babe. how was work?”

you inhaled. deep. long. controlled. you were going to kill him.

“CHO—”

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN!”

“EXPLAIN?! EXPLAIN WHY YOU’RE PLAYING SUPERHERO WITH MY UNDERWEAR?! WHY ARE YOU EVEN ORGANIZING MY DRAWER?! YOU DON'T EVEN ORGANIZE YOUR OWN SHIT!”

his mouth opened, then closed. then opened again. “well… it looked messy?”

you blinked at him. he blinked at you.

“… i’m gonna pretend you didn’t just imply my organizational skills are subpar,” you deadpanned.

“no! that’s not—! i mean—! it was just a little… chaotic?”

choso was walking on dangerous ground, and he knew it. you could see the regret in his eyes, but you weren’t about to let him escape unscathed.

you crossed your arms. “so you put my panties on your face?”

“… i got distracted.”

“distracted by what?”

he shifted awkwardly. “… spiderman?”

oh, he was so sleeping on the couch tonight.

[ladyrosemone]

Feeling

Using Google Translate here!🗣‼️‼️ Sorry for any spelling mistakes or inconsistencies, I'm working on fixing them and improving 🥺 My first person to tag! This is for you @softycheol, @jsprien213

I am hungry I have been hungry I was born hungry, what do I need? - Abbey, Mitski.

It's not your fault, it's not your fault.

The bathroom mirror covers half of the wall, it is a spider web that catches you with your worst enemy; the silence, your own mind.

The air feels heavy, closed, the bathroom (bigger than your own room in this house) is collapsing around you but the walls are still there, you feel like everything is collapsing on you but no one else can see it.

Or they don't care, and that's worse.

Why aren't they interested? Why don't they see you? Why between them and not with you? What's wrong with you?

"I think we both know all those answers"

The voice your voice echoes and is firm; You look serene, neat, with perfect posture and a face of steel, you look how you want to see yourself while you feel miserable.

"It's not fair" you whisper, trying to breathe, but tears and snot get stuck in your throat.

"Poor you, everyone is against you, right?" The tone your tone is sarcastic, mocking in a cruel way "What a shame, really, how sad"

For a moment you feel heard, understood by your mind, validated.

"If you really felt it"

You look up so hard that your neck hurts, you look in surprise at your reflection, which looks back at you with indifference, cold satire as if your suffering were its entertainment.

"What...?"

"Enough, stop this pathetic act, behave with dignity for once and not like a puppy looking for attention" Your breathing is erratic, fogging up the thin glass like the breath of a dragon or the proximity of a lit match.

That's how you feel, like a fire that gains strength inside you, that burns your intestines in order to free itself, to burn your bones, burn your skin, extinguish you and burn everything else.

"You're nothing ashamed, but that's in your blood"

"It's not true, I'm worthy"

"Worthy of what? Of attention? Of belonging? You were never worthy of anything" your words are harsh, hitting you physically and mentally "You never deserved it"

"You lie, I deserve it more than anyone"

"You just want to take and take, does that fill the emptiness in your stomach? In your heart?"

"Fuck your metaphors! You don't know shit!"

"Oh but I know" you whisper, smiling with all your teeth, beautiful and terrifying "Who but your mind knows what you really want; what you need"

"You don't give a shit about family, it was never your interest, that's why you let mom be kidnapped, and how well it turned out for you, right? Being rescued by a billionaire"

"Stop!"

"And the sad attempts to 'connect' with him, what did you really expect, a father and daughter relationship? You don't know what a father is, you don't know how to feel what you've never felt"

"Enough"

"Those children went through the same thing as you, dead father dead mother, and not even they considered you worthy of company! How humiliating can that be?!"

Your cries are ignored again.

"Child after child, further and further down the hall, and you cared? God no! Did it hurt you? Not at all, because you don't feel anything for these guys! You're angry that they didn't fall into your hands like the whores and the boss did when mom was no longer around!"

"Say it! Say that you love control! That you want to have everything because you feel like you have nothing! No matter how many awards you win, how many diplomas you have, how many skills you strengthen, YOU WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED!"

¡CRASH!

That didn't even hurt, and when the next person who entered the bathroom only saw the broken glass with the mark of a blow in the middle and blood staining the carpet down the hallway.

Now the new glass is small, it decorates the bathroom of your small house on the outskirts of Gotham, it barely covers your face and part of your collarbones.

Your reflection no longer sees you as insignificant, no, now you see yourself, now you are the reflection.

That didn't fill the void either.

[frostedpuffs]

Chat Noir took pride in his ability to read Ladybug like an open book, even when she hadn’t spoken a word. After a decade of fighting side by side, they’d become so attuned to each other’s expressions and body language that deciphering her thoughts was second nature. 

A scrunched nose could mean she was either disgusted or stifling a laugh. A polite smile for reporters, though outwardly friendly, sometimes carried the subtle tension at the corners of her mouth that revealed she wasn’t in the mood to talk. And during battles, the sharp gestures of her hands were all he needed to understand exactly what she wanted him to do, or where she wanted him to go.

And, of course, she knew him just as well—so well that a simple smirk could prompt her to preemptively groan at a pun he hadn’t even uttered yet.

But now that she was well into her second trimester, understanding her thoughts had grown more challenging. Pregnancy brought a new layer of complexity that Chat Noir wasn’t equipped to navigate, exposing just how little he knew about it.

However, not one to back down from a challenge, he’d dedicated most of his free time to researching pregnancy through books and the internet. While some websites offered a plethora of information, they all stressed that each person's pregnancy was different. Therefore, he couldn’t rely on the web as a foolproof guide to Ladybug's feelings or what exactly she was going through.

(And, wow, some of the things he’d read were downright scary. What the hell was preeclampsia? Frequent nosebleeds were normal? Holy shit, a uterus could expand to the size of a watermelon!?)

Still, he was determined to be as valuable to Ladybug as he could. He’d been studying her facial expressions and body language more often. Sometimes, she’d catch him staring. Not that that was unusual. He'd always had a hard time taking his eyes off her.

“What is it?” she’d ask. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Just beauty," he'd say.

And she’d scoff and smile, in the same way she always did; the way he always loved.

Occasionally, her eyes widened, and then she placed a hand on her stomach, which rounded out more day by day, before a smile appeared. When he asked, he learned she did that whenever her baby was “quickening.”

Flutters in her stomach as the life inside her moved.

(He wondered… if he gently placed his palms on her stomach, would he feel it, too?)

She'd been complaining of back pain as of late, and Chat Noir was more than happy for the opportunity to practice his masseuse skills by massaging her shoulders. Getting to be close to her was a small pleasure on its own; to touch her, ease her pain, and breathe in her familiar scent, which always twirled through his senses like a well-worn song and dance. Easy to remember, hard to forget.

"Thank you for this," Ladybug said as he soothed the knots in her shoulders. "Sorry I keep asking for it."

He smiled. "You say that like I mind."

"Well, I've been needy."

"You can be as needy as you want," he chuckled, careful not to poke her with his claws while his hands worked. "You're growing a person. I'm willing to do whatever I can to make that a little easier for you."

She didn't respond, but she leaned a little closer. Just slightly. 

When she arrived to patrol one night wistfully reminiscing about a soup her late grandmother used to make, there was no doubt in Chat Noir’s mind—he had to try making it for her.

"Describe it for me," he said. 

"It tastes like home," she replied. 

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[hwangjoanna]

'Red Light, Green Light.'

SKZ Squid Game AU

Hyunjin X Reader

Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers

Dom/Hyunjin, Sub/Reader

Possessive & jealous Hyunjin

Hyunjin, Seungmin & Minho are all mean (sorry)

Felix and Jisung Besties (Soft boys)

A/N - I tried to ensure I didn't make you wait as long this time ;) thank you for your continuous support! It means the world to me.

Warnings - 18+ mdni, swearing, (this has not been on previous warnings but expect it throughout the entire series) extreme violence, mentions of neglectful parents, mentions of rape, mentions of debt.

Word count - 3,032

Chapter 5 —> Here

[Series Masterlist]

Chapter 6

Hyunjin POV

I was cursed with this fucking life. My parents practically forced me out of the house as soon as I was old enough to leave. They weren’t really cut out for parenthood and somehow they made it seem like it was all my fault for existing.

My earliest memories were painted with neglect. Home was a place of cold stares and silent dinners, where love was a foreign concept. I learned quickly that survival depended on resilience, not reliance. School offered no refuge; the streets became my classroom and I was surrounded by youths with no purpose or path.

I had been sofa surfing between my friend San’s and a few acquaintances for a while now. Getting some money together to get a place of my own or even get a house share was impossible. San had always looked out for me growing up. I pretty much saw him as a brother. Unfortunately, San was in with the wrong crowd which meant I out of default was in too.

A member of our group got involved with a bunch of powerful men. It was then that I first encountered the syndicate. Their influence was pervasive, their power brutal. Drawn by the promise of belonging and the allure of authority, I found myself entangled in their web. My role was clear: enforce debts, ensure payments, and, when necessary, make examples of those who faltered. The weight of this responsibility was heavy, but it offered a semblance of purpose.

During one such operation, I met Wooyoung. He was quiet and a little passive, a mirror reflecting my own traits. Together, we formed an alliance that quickly became the envy of our peers. We weren’t close the way San and I were. We didn’t discuss our home lives. I didn’t know if he had a partner or a pet. A loving set of parents. Our combined skills led to a series of successful ventures, solidifying our standing within the syndicate. In Wooyoung, I found we could just get on with the jobs given to us. Car rides were silent but I found it to be quite comfortable. It seemed like he didn’t feel the need to share his life story and I reciprocated.

Wooyoung had been acting a little off recently and baled out on some jobs now and then. Leaving me to sort it myself or call in a last-minute favour from San.

It had been about a week since my last operation with Wooyoung and ever since then every time I texted him it was left unread. He always said to never call him. I wasn’t sure why but I didn’t press the matter. To be honest I couldn’t give a fuck. It’s not like we were friends. I was walking down the alley leading to San’s place when I heard a voice call out. “HEY HWANG!” I turned confused not knowing who the voice belonged to.

Two of the syndicate’s men were approaching me. For fucks sake what now? I had a few run-ins with them now and then for ‘not completing a job properly’ or ‘the amount of money not being what they asked for.’

Suddenly the big guy was punching me to the ground. Beating the absolute shit out of me. He paused for a moment and grabbed my long dark locks in his fist. “You’ve been stealing from us, Hwang.” It came out as a statement rather than a question. “No, fucking no I haven’t,” I was in so much pain, my scalp burning from the pulling on my hair. My warm blood ran into my mouth from my nose, tasting iron on my tongue.

“WHERE IS HE?!” The man screamed in my face, the other guy was just casually leaning against the brick wall next to us as if he was bored. “Who?” I replied in a panic. “I don’t know?”

He paused again bringing his lips to my ear. My hair was sticking to my face, blood and sweat matting it up against my skin. I was trembling, my breath clouding in front of me from the chill in the air.

“That little cunt Jung,” he whispered sinisterly.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Wooyoung?” The man smacked me across the face again. The sound echoed off the cold brick walls. My vision whiting out for a moment.

“Don’t make me kill you, Hwang!” His fingers were wrapped around my jaw in an aching grasp. He was nose to nose with me, his jaw clenched in anger. My ears were ringing, I could barely make out what he was saying to me.

When I didn’t answer he grabbed my black curls again and started dragging me to the curb. I was digging my heels into the ground in an attempt to break away. My fingernails scratched into his arm. I was breaking skin in my efforts but he didn’t waver.

“I don’t know - I - I swear,” I pleaded. “He’s not been answering me- he’s FUCK- he’s not been replying, I thought he was sick- Please.”

He stopped by the curb and pushed me onto the asphalt. My palms scuffed on the wet tarmac grazing my skin in a burn that I barely registered after the beating I just had.

“One last change Hwang, Where. Is. He?” He said slowly, unwavering. His body stood tall over mine whilst I cowered like a fucking little boy who had been scolded by his parents for eating candy before dinner time.

“I honestly don’t know,” I said just above a whisper. Unsatisfied with my reply he fisted my hair again and shoved my face down toward the curb edge. “Eat it.” He commanded in a sickly tone. I paused not knowing what he meant.

“BITE THE FUCKING CURB HWANG! NOW!” He screamed bitterly.

I lowered myself and locked my jaw around the cemented floor. The rain-covered ground wetting my lips, my teeth scratching the pavement below. I could taste the putrid city floor on my tongue. This was it? And all because that slimy little cunt Wooyoung had betrayed me? I realised at that moment before my skull was about to be kicked in that he had been siphoning funds from our collections. That’s why we had been coming up short.

My attacker brought his boot up with a snarl in his mouth and his foot came hurtling towards my head. In the moment I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for death's cold embrace to take me, when I heard it come crashing down next to me. He held it there for a moment as I trembled, opening my eyes one at a time. The dirty leather of his shoe invades my senses. He chuckled a filthy laugh, clearly enjoying my reaction from nearly getting curb stomped. He rubbed his sole on the curb a few times, twisting his ankle while he let me wait there. My jaw ached and my mouth was numb.

He gripped my throat at the nape and pulled me up to meet his gaze. I grimaced from the pain but I looked up at him nonetheless to keep him from thinking I was weak and admittedly so he didn’t hurt me again. Though that ship may have sailed when I was begging him to stop.

“I’ll make you a deal Hwang.” He spat menacingly. I searched his eyes for a moment before he continued. “Jung, he’s got a misses at home.” He smirked a rotten smile, his teeth yellowed from smoking. His ashtray breath against my face, I could puke in the moment but I was too busy considering his words. I was given an out and I was going to take it.

He dropped me again, my arse hitting the pavement below leaving my jeans sodden with dirty rainwater. I hissed in pain but looked back up at his towering frame.

“You have three days Hwang.” He paused again ensuring I hung on his every word. “We’ve been following her, he left the bitch all by herself.” He continued with that ugly tone. “And?” I stupidly asked. I assumed from the way he was speaking about Wooyoung’s partner that she had also been left in the dark like I was.

“She obviously knows where he’s gone,” he continued now leaning down to get in my face again. “He’s left her as a roose, to cover it up.” He explained.

At this point, I was willing to believe whatever came out of the disgusting man’s mouth, if I had any hope of not being killed myself.

“I’m guessing you want me to threaten her for information?” I asked tentatively. “Smart boy,” he cooed. “She’s a pretty little thing, do what you want with her, rough her up if you want.” His sick smirk grew wider. “Defile her if you like Hwang, my little treat for you.”

I could almost be sick from the offer. Sure I killed men in the past from direct orders the syndicate had given me. Women and children I would leave alone just scaring them a little by threatening their husband’s lives but raping someone? That was low even for me, sure I liked dominating and brat-taming women but for me, I would only ever do so with their consent. His suggestion made bile climb up my throat.

“This is the address,” he said handing me a piece of card with no name just the street, apartment number and post code. I looked it over and lifted my gaze back to him.

“I’ll be expecting you in this very spot in three days with information on the whereabouts of Jung,” he continued. I nodded slowly. “Yes sir,” I replied in a low voice.

He gripped my throat again bringing me nose to nose with his ugly face. “And Hwang,” he growled. “Don’t disappoint me or it’s your body I’ll be disposing of.” He grinned shoving me back down to the ground.

He and his partner walked back down the alleyway, cackling evilly as their footsteps faded into the night.

I woke up with a migraine, the kind you can’t just take painkillers and it goes away. My body ached and cracked as I sat up on San’s sofa.

“Morning sunshine,” San greeted me sarcastically as he made his way into the lounge. “You look like shit.” He said with a faint chuckle. “You should see the other guy.” I joked to which he rolled his eyes.

“What’s gotten you in trouble this time?” He asked glancing up at me as he tucked into his cheerios. “It’s not what, it’s who,” I answered with a scowl plastered on my face.

“Wooyoung I’m guessing? Haven’t heard from that little cunt for a week or so.” His mouth was full of food as he spoke. “Yeah, he’s been stealing money and skipped town,” I replied to which San nodded gently. “Figures.”

“I gotta go threaten his girlfriend or whatever.” I scoffed. He looked up again a little interested. “Sounds fun.” He winked. I didn’t answer and headed to the shower. My mind was plagued by the threats on my life. How had I been so fucking stupid to trust that little rat?

Once I got in the bathroom I looked at my reflection. My face was black and blue, puffy from last night's beating. I had no idea if Wooyoung had told his partner about me, what I looked like, my name? I had the sudden urge to take away my previous identity. After this, I was done. I wanted out of this cursed life, living under the shadow of others, hurting people for money just to give it all to the rich cunts who preyed on the weak. People like me. With those dark thoughts lingering I reached into the bathroom cabinet and pulled out an electric razor.

I switched it on and it came to life. The buzzing drowned out the ambient quiet of the bathroom, echoing off the tiles. The vibrations turned my fingertips numb. I brought it to my long dark waves and started shaving it all off one stroke at a time. I needed to be rid of this Hyunjin, the victim, the man with nothing to show for his 25 years on this earth.

Once I had finished I turned off the razor and set it on the sink, still looking myself over. I liked it, I wasn’t hiding behind anything, no mask, just me.

It still didn’t feel right so I grabbed the box of hair bleach and got to work mixing the dye and brushing it onto my new buzz-cut.

With the address in hand and a gun tucked into the back of my jeans, I made my way there. I had no intention to use the gun but I thought it would be a good prop to threaten her with. Even if she knew about Wooyoung’s plan I still didn’t want to kill her. At the end of the day, she was most likely being used as a pawn in his game. I should have known, flees town after lying to me and leaving behind his girl? What a sorry excuse of a man. He surely would have realised they’d go to her first. He must not have loved her?

I don’t know why I was thinking about the ins and outs of his fucking relationship. I had to concentrate on the task at hand. The address wasn’t far from San’s place but far enough away I’d need to get there via public transport.

I hopped on the subway, I didn’t feel like sitting down, I had too much pent-up energy. I wasn’t nervous just apprehensive, I needed to get into the right headspace. When I stepped off the train I bumped into a man around my height, dressed in a clean and expensive suit. A sleek black leather briefcase in hand.

“Sorry, excuse me,” I muttered. He turned to me almost as if he’d been expecting me. “No apologies necessary sir.” He replied with a small turn of his lips.

“You look like someone who could use a bit of luck.” He said smoothly. I scoffed, “I’m not interested pal.” I began to walk around him when he stepped in front of me again, slipping his hand into his front blazer pocket and pulling out a pile of Won folded neatly. “Not for this?” He asked his previous smile growing into a knowing grin, his eyes dormant of any distinguishable emotion.

I paused looking him over for a moment. “What’s the catch?” I questioned, running my hands through my soft hair almost forgetting I barely had any.

He tilted his head slightly. “No catch.” He continued nonchalantly. “Just a simple game.”

He knelt down and opened his briefcase, revealing two folded papers—one red, one blue.

I took out the blue one turning it over in my hands with my brows furrowed. “You want to play Ddakji?” I asked, almost dumbfounded.

He rose from his knees, the robotic smile still apparent across his features. “If you win, you get 100,000 won. If you lose, I get to slap you. No tricks.” He utters as if he’s amused.

I raised an eyebrow, scepticism creeping in. “If that’s what you’re into I guess?” I chuckled slightly. At this point what did I have to lose? “Alright, you’re on.” I nodded. I hadn’t played since childhood, but desperation has a way of rekindling old habits.

He placed the red paper square on the ground. I took the blue one, feeling its familiar weight, and positioned myself. With a swift motion, I slammed my tile down. Unfortunately, it only made his bounce slightly. With that, I looked up to meet his gaze but halfway through the motion, his palm swiped across my already sore cheek. My skin pulsating from the attack. “Fuck.” I hissed thickly, bringing my hand to my face and rubbing it to soothe the sting.

“Another?” He asked casually as if it didn’t just slap me in the middle of a public train station.

I huffed out a sigh, thinking it over for a moment. “Sure,” I replied, flashing a polite smile before deadpanning. I picked up my tile again and relaxed my shoulders. Preparing myself to put in all my efforts. With another flick of my wrist, my paper envelope came smacking down into his scarlet tile, flipping it over. The impact echoed through the station platform.

“Congratulations,” he said, handing me the crisp 100,000 won. “If you’re interested in games with higher stakes,” his smile grew to be almost maniacal. “Call this number.”

He extended a minimalist business card. It bore only a phone number and some symbols—a circle, triangle, and square.

I took the card, curiosity piqued. Its texture smooth between my fingers, the cardstock thick.

“Who are you?” I asked, looking back at him.

“Just someone offering the chance at a rare opportunity,” he replied as if reading from a script only he knew about. With that, he closed his briefcase and disappeared into the sea of commuters, leaving me with the card, the cash, and a sore as fuck cheek.

I didn’t go to Wooyoung’s address that night. Opting to walk back to San’s apartment instead. My mind reeling with thoughts of the last few day's events. Wooyoung’s disappearance, the beating I took and the taste of the curb in my mouth. Shaving my hair off, making my way to threaten a woman into a confession, the game of Ddakji.

I dipped my hand into my jeans pocket and pulled out the business card. I stopped in the middle of the street eyeing it carefully. Flipping it over again and again as if staring at it would cause it to change somehow.

The fear of getting killed by the syndicate’s men brings me back to reality. I was stuck here. Doing the same heartless job day in and day out. What if his girlfriend didn’t know anything? What if she fought back? What if my head had been stomped into oblivion yesterday?

With that thought plaguing me I took out my phone, dialling the numbers on the mysterious business card and pressed it to my ear.

Chapter 7 - Out now!

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— party 4 u

‘ i only threw this party for you ‘ satoru x reader

with the multi-colored, headache inducing lights bouncing off the eggshell walls and the blaring music sending visuals and vibrations through a slightly disoriented satoru, he almost forgot about what this party was for, or rather who it was for.

‘ i only threw this party for you ‘

don’t misinterpret that, though. satoru will always throw a good party, he didn’t have anything to prove either, he knew everyone praised his skills for keeping a crowd going and having the best dj, lighting, alcohol, etc. so why was a regular saturday party any different? why was there a stale air flowing around him, dulling his buzz and making him hyper aware. where were you?

‘ i was hoping you would come through ‘

satoru didn’t even realize his nervous chewing on his poor bottom lip til a stinging sensation and a metallic taste brought him back to his senses, and why was his foot tapping so incessantly? the male wiggled his body, trying to rid the uncomfortable feeling of impatience and frustration away. he, of course, didn’t plan this party for you or anything like that, but still everyone always came to his shindigs so where the hell were you?

‘ come to my party ‘

he ran a shaky hand through his white locks and darted his eyes across the room for the umpteenth time and almost had a heart attack when he finally spotted you.

‘ party on you ‘

standing there awkwardly was you, your arms crossed across your chest as you silently nursed a solo cup of whatever and adorned an almost uncomfortable expression. satoru swore to the higher ups this was the most beautiful scene he’d ever seen, the red lights flickering across your iris’ and emphasizing your shape, like it was highlighting your existence for satoru. excitement rushed through his being and lit up the web of nerves hiding beneath his flushed flesh, and before he could think he was taking large strides to meet you.

‘ watch me party on you ‘

you only got prettier the closer he got and his breath only got shorter. you looked a bit surprised seeing satoru approach you at such a speed but you smiled, relieved that someone you knew was finally able to talk to you.

“satoru, hi!” he could’ve fainted at the way his name spilt from your lips like it was the easiest thing you’ve done, his blood sugar was already high from the sweets, but your voice? he was ready to be taken.

a huge, goofy smile spread across his face, “hi, i’m so happy you could make it!” happy was an understatement.

you laughed incredulously, “i’m sure my appearance didn’t mean much,” you gestured with your cup to all the people at the party, “i bet you were pretty occupied.” you laughed again, looking up at him through your lashes.

‘ i only threw this party for you ‘

satoru laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how pathetic throwing a whole party just to see you was. “ah, yeah..”

‘ party on you ‘

you opened your mouth to speak again but two bustling guys behind you bumped into you, causing you to propel forward and spill your drink all over satorus shirt. “oh shit! i’m so sor—“

satoru gently moved you to the side by your shoulder, “hey, dipshits! watch where you’re going!” his brows furrowed, his touch still lingering on your shoulder making your face feel warm. the guys apologized at the angry satoru, which you were focused on.

‘ party on you ‘

his features were so soft and but the light sharpened the divits of his jaw and the slope of his nose. your lips parted slightly as you watched him tell them off, his courage to stand up for you was.. attractive.

the two idiots walked off in shame as satoru turned back to you, “are you okay?” his expression was full of concern as he bent down slightly to see your face clearly. you were silent for a second before suddenly laughing, startling satoru.

you shook your head and continued to laugh, “i’m sorry—“ the boy blinked in confusion, “you’re just— you’re just never so serious..” you ceased your laughing and bit your lip, grabbing his hand and turning to part the crowd for the both of you.

satoru followed behind in a trance, unsure of what just happened but the warmth of your hand in his was too good to question.

‘ party on you ‘

you approached a white door and opened it, immediately wincing at the sight of a making out couple on the toilet and quickly shut the door. you signed and trudged forward again, still dragging satoru behind you, who was staring at you dumbly, mouth agape. were you trying to get him alone?

you found the staircase and quickly bounced up them, satoru skipping over two steps at a time to keep up with you. finding another door, you swung it open once again and it was thankfully empty.

“oh—“ you yanked satoru in and closed the door, locking it before beginning to look through the cupboards for a rag.

satoru knew what a make out sesh looked like, and this wasn’t it, making his confusion grow.

“uhh, what’re you doing?” he watched as you ran the rag you found under the faucet and turn towards him.

you raised a brow at him like it was obvious, “you have drink all over you, and considering it was my fault, i thought i’d clean you up.” satoru nearly exploded, you were gonna touch him and you were acting like it was just another regular tuesday!

he gulped and looked around the bathroom, suddenly feeling cramped when you started approaching him, your eyes trained on his soaked abdomen.

“calm down, satoru, you’re acting like i’m gonna attack you..” you rolled your eyes but your voice was so gentle, almost shy? you came closer and brought the rag to waist and tapped it against the fabric, making his muscles retract.

satoru let out a deep breath and stared at the top of your head, feeling nervous with how close you were.

it was silent between you two. the boom of the music was faint behind the closed door and the new lighting in the bathroom made everything come to life again.

deciding it was a bit too quiet, you spoke as you wipe away at the stain on satoru’s shirt, careful not to startle him.

“so, i’ve heard you’re some kind of party king, huh?” your eyes glanced up at him but quickly looked back down once you met his own. was it hot in here or what?

satoru chuckled, “you could say that..”

‘ i only threw this party for you ‘

silence enveloped the room again as satoru stared at you, unsure of what to say or do, just standing there as you worked on getting rid of the stain.

“thanks.. for helping clean me up..” looking back up at him you threw the rag in the bin next to him and stepped back to lean against the sink. “no problem..” the words trailed off as you both stared at each other.

‘ come to my party ‘

satoru took a measly step forward, bending his head so he could observe your face better making his bangs cover his eyes slightly. without thinking your hand shot out to brush the strands away, your fingertips grazing his eyebrow causing it to twitch.

your face felt like it was on fire, why’d you do that? your hand retreated after lingering for a bit too long and satoru almost whined at the loss of contact.

“thanks..” he muttered, cerulean eyes still so focused on your face, it was like he was trying to commit every detail to memory.

your teeth caught your lip as you nodded and almost as if a light went off between the both of you, your eyes spoke and confirmed everything and satoru was lurching forward, his hands capturing your flushed cheeks and your own wrapping around his wrists as he closed the distance.

‘ party on you ‘

he stilled before his trembling lips could meet yours and looked back into your eyes, his eyes were so full of emotion that it almost made your own start to water.

“i only threw this party for you, you know.” he whispered, catching you off guard before he inhaled sharply and brought his lips to yours.

‘ i only threw this party for you , it’s true ‘

— i genuinely didn’t proofread this but i was bored so hope it’s coherent lol and you HAVE to listen to party 4 you while reading this it’ll only make sense that way

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Another Vox enthusiasts I see? Well if I may...

Vox with a GN Hacker reader who was turned entirely digital after manifesting in hell. They don’t even have a physical form they’re completely stuck within Hell’s databases, their skills are obviously useful to him so he offers them a place on the team which they immediately accept on the condition that Vox makes them a vessel to inhabit because holy shit are they going stir crazy.

I’m not entirely sure how Vox’s abilities work but given he can at the very least project himself onto screens and the like I get the feeling that he’d plug himself into the system whenever they talk. Mostly because it keeps them grounded, they’re alot calmer when he’s actually next to them and not looking in through a screen.

I hope this didn’t get too wordy or long I just wanted to be thorough because I have massive brain rot for this techno mf-

Take your time with this request! Kisses darling <3

-📽

Dude, does anyone else remember having Shimeji's or that internet episode from Fairly Odd Parents? Cause that's what I'm about to write!

Digital Pet [Vox x Digital Reader]

When you first manifested in Hell, you were completely unaware that you had ended up in Hell itself. Because instead of manifesting in the overcrowded circle designated for sinners, you instead found yourself in a digital landscape. Countless screens surrounded you like a million portals. You could see the different shapes and sizes of the devices being used in hell and could even alter whether or not you saw what was being displayed on the screen or what the screen could see itself like a window to Hell.

At first, you had a massive meltdown. From what you could tell, you were the only one in this digital Hell custom-tailored to leave you isolated despite having access to every device in Hell. You wondered what you did to deserve the extra punishment layered on top of not being good enough for heaven, especially since you hadn't done anything particularly evil when you were alive.

You lost track of how much time passed. You entertained yourself by jumping from system to system. You'd watch shows that sinners binged, and you'd watch the city from large advertisement screens that overlooked the sinner's circle of Hell. Anything to stave off the loneliness.

One day, that all changed when you felt an electric buzz make the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You heard the voice of someone swearing and immediately pulled yourself away from the screen you had been sticking your nose into. When you turned, you saw another demon who was still sparking with some bright electric energy as he dusted himself off.

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other in shock. As far as you and Vox knew, you were the only ones who could access the digital realm of Hell's database. Vox is immediately wary, but you are thrilled as you approach him quickly.

"H-Hi, oh my god!" you breathe as you look him over. He didn't look new to Hell, but you had never seen anyone else in the same pocket of space as you before. "Did you just die? Have you seen anyone else? Did you just get here? It's been so long since I saw another person that wasn't on a screen!"

Vox blinked as you rapid-fired questions at him. He looked you over as you rambled something about the irony of his face being a screen when he finally shook his head and held up a hand to stop you.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," he started. "What are you talking about? How are you even here? No one else should be able to traverse through the database of Hell but me."

Vox's interest only grows as you explain your situation. "I see," he hummed as he looked you over with new intrigue. "I wonder if you have similar abilities to mine and just got caught in the in-between..."

It was easy enough for him to lure you into a deal. The sheer amount of panic you expressed when he pretended he was going to just leave you there was hilarious at the time. In exchange for you "surfing the web" for him, so to speak, he took you on as an apprentice of sorts. Vox trained your abilities and helped you hone your magic. While you had every hope of one day figuring out how to manifest in the physical realm the way he did, Vox cleverly avoided any pursuit of the possibility.

He liked having full power over you and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to grow attached. While you hadn't learned anything about manifesting physically, you had learned how to appear on his screens. He'd never admit it to you out loud, but he found the tiny image of you running around on his devices and talking with him to be pretty damn adorable.

Despite his manipulation, the two of you actually slowly became friends. He found himself genuinely proud of you whenever you popped up to show him something new you had learned. There was a weird warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when you would bounce with excitement at your new discoveries.

Sometimes you'd ask him to play a certain show or song for you. Even after you learned how to control inactive devices so you could look up anything you wanted, you still liked to ask him to play things for you just so you could watch them in his presence. You'd send memes to each other and Vox had to quickly excuse himself when you sent him a crudely drawn image of Alastor slipping on a banana peel while he was in the middle of giving a presentation at a meeting.

Vox was emotionally constipated, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that the warm feeling in his chest was growing and he knew you were the source. He clutched his chest as he stepped into his lair and saw you sleeping on his desktop toolbar, waiting for him to come home after a long day at work. He had promised you that you'd watch the new episode of a show you'd been watching together, but his gameshow had run late.

He sits down with a sigh and traces over your sleeping form, feeling something twist inside of him as his claw only met with the cold, flat surface of a screen. He wondered what it would be like to hold you. To touch you. To have you in his arms while the two of you lay on the couch while you made him watch stupid shows instead of...

"Fuck," Vox whispered to himself as he pulled away from the innocent image of you. He clutched his face as he slumped forward in his chair. He had a decision to make.

And so do you, dear readers! I want to make a part two to this, the real question is:

[nymph-ette111]

Do you write about Ben Drowned? (Adult version yk)

I would like to ask for romantic headcannons of him with Fem!Reader :D (It can be SFW or NSFW or both, as you like)

That's it! Ily <3

AUTHOR'S NOTE; been a hot minute since I wrote for BEN :) really enjoyed writing this one! The fanart of this guy is fucking scrumptious.

WARNINGS; MANY SUGGESTIVE THINGS/MENTIONS OF SEX/MENTIONS OF GORE/MENTIONS OF GETTING STONED AND HIGH

-He prefers possessing electronics instead of taking a physical form, which means endless torment for you.

-On your phone, your computer, anywhere that has a screen or speaker, he's there. And he'll let you know he's there. Whether it be obnoxious moaning sounds to piss you off or straight up gore pictures to jump-scare you.

-At one point it becomes way too much and you have to seriously sit him down and tell him directly that flashing pictures of real human intestines and mutilated bodies is NOT a good way to get your attention.

-He has a fucked up sense of humor and a degradation kink so it's not going to work out for you because he's not even focused on what you're saying during the entirety of your lecture.

-BEN's logic is "she's telling me to stop but I'm not going to because I find it funny" so he always ends up taking things too far because he thinks you're enjoying it as much as he is.

-I think the best way to get the message across is to give him the silent treatment, that's how he'll know that you're actually being serious.

-He'll give you space, wouldn't want to risk anything but you can tell he's still there—lurking around, waiting for you to call for him and he'd be by your side immediately. Pouting like a kicked puppy.

-Does he learn from this experience? Nope! Give him a couple of months and the questionable videos are reappearing... Just weird content, at least it's not gore anymore.

-Avid 4chan user I will DIE on this hill.

-Has doxxed people on there countless of times. Ragebait master.

-Zero dating experience, you're his first everything. The personality and knowledge of a teenage boy (before anyone starts I see BEN as an ageless entity NOT a twelve year old)

-That being said, you have to teach him a lot. Both dating and in bed.

-All of his sex knowledge is taken from cheap pornos on questionable sites. Like actually, tell me this guy finds his porn on the dark web and I wouldn't even question it.

-Made an entire post about this a while back but DO NOT PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH HIM, HE IS NOT FAIR! WILL HIJACK YOUR DEVICE TO MESS YOU UP!

-It hurts me to say this but I don't sense a big dick here... just cannot imagine this guy with a monster in between his legs but we'll say so just for the fantasy ¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯

-Back to my previous point of him being inexperienced, he's all perverted remarks and fantasies but the second you do something as simple as brushing your hand over his thigh or something he's immediately short circuiting. You can tell because the glitching becomes more apparent and consistent.

-Also talk about fantasies... Yeah inexperienced BUT LORD HAVE MERCY! any kink you have 99% chance that he's into that too. Has rubbed it to a couple of questionable things before.

-The only thing he wouldn't actually do is things that involve piss or vomit, age play... but that's about it. Anything else and he's down for it.

-Has tried getting you to dress up as his favorite fictional girls, up for you to decide whether you want to play into that or decline.

-If you're looking for some dirt to dig on any of the creeps then... you're dating the perfect person. Manages to find the most INSANE information so easily. It's kind of bad for you too because, yes, he will find your most embarrassing childhood pictures that a family member posted on Facebook. May or may not print it out and tape it all over the mansion for shits and giggles.

-He's kind of the lolcow of the mansion. That being said, his powers and skills are often overlooked and dismissed by the other creeps until they need him for something and then he's back to being underestimated. Tell him that he matters, he won't realize how much he needs it until you say it.

-Has a digital shrine dedicated to you. Is ashamed you wouldn't match his freak so the shrine is a secret, for now.

-Any attention from you equals good attention. Loves pissing you off (as long as it's not serious and you're not actually mad at him)

-Lazy stoner boyfriend detected!

-Isn't a romantic date type of guy—wine, lit candles, nicely prepared dinner, rose petals leading to the bed... Nope. Prefers being comfortable because the former makes him feel like he's preforming. What's better than lazily chilling on the bed with your hot girlfriend, a shitty show on that nobody is paying attention to, and being so high you enter a completely different dimension?

-Disgusting perv but I think it's very clear by now lol

[amore-reads16]

Part three- Liam Mairi x fem reader

Overview- after Y/N’s challenge with Bodhi on the mats tension is in the air. Rumour has spread on your fighting skills and you can no longer hide under the shadows of mediocrity you had found comfort in. Meanwhile avoiding Liam has become near to impossible as he corners you at every chance he gets. Will you forgive him and fall back into the web of deception he spun or will you stand your ground and shut him out until he disappears. Liam hopes for the latter.

WARNING- slight smut…

Note- thank you so much for all the support on this story! I don’t want to make it into a big thing despite all the ideas I have! So I’m thinking another two parts and I’ll try and draw it to a close. Also let me know if you would want a Xaden x reader story because I have some ideas for a few short parts for that as well! Anyway enjoy this part :)

Also I hope everyone enjoys the little cruel prince reference at the end it just came to me and I couldn’t resist putting it in …

Avoiding Liam is like avoiding flies on a hot summers day. Annoyingly impossible. After his jealous outburst the other day he can’t seem to leave you alone, bothering you with a thousand questions which range from petty inquiries into any kind of attachment you may have with Bodhi- ‘so you’re telling me you don’t have a crush on him because the way you pinned him down on that mat would say otherwise Y/N’ and more painful questions that you didn’t know the answer to yet like ‘when are you going to forgive me? When are you going to let me in and let me explain everything? When are you going to admit to yourself that you know I love you’. That last one had hurt. You didn’t know he loved you. Not anymore, after everything he did, you were finding it hard to believe anything he ever said to you was true.

You couldn’t bear to hear him explain everything to you. To hear all of his lies directly would just crush you even more. But if he explained everything and you forgave him only to learn that he was deceiving you again and this was a ploy to learn more about your signet… well that would destroy you. There was no right move to make so ignorance was bliss at the moment. Well kind of. It was hard to be ignorant of the situation when the situation wouldn’t leave you alone. In fact the situation was currently running behind you trying to catch up with your fast pace.

“Y/N will you please just wait !” Liam shouts breathlessly.

You carry on trying to ignore his shouts and the nosey people that watch the scene he is now making. He eventually catches up with you and stands in front of you grabbing your arms to stop you walking into him holding you still, much to your dismay. You huff in annoyance as he pants from sprinting down the hallway.

“Where-“ he breathes in “did you learn to walk like that?” He shakes his head quickly catching his breath.

“What do you want Mairi?” You snap and he sighs in response.

“Back to last names are we now?” He tuts shaking his head.

“Saying your first name feels to intimate” you snark back “and the thought of anything intimate with you makes me feel sick”

He laughs at this. But not a jovial laugh, no it’s sarcastic and filled with humour as if he’s in on some joke you aren’t. “We both know that’s not true. Especially when I curl my fingers when I’m deep in-“

You quickly cut him off slamming your hand on his mouth, your eyes wide in horror of what he has just said in the middle on the corridor with people walking by and listening. This boy will be the death of you. You grab his hand and swiftly pull him into the side near a window so the two of you can have a little space.

“Shut up!” You snarl “you can’t say shit like that in the middle of the corridor it’s disgusting”

He smirks and leans up against the wall crossing his arms showing how tight and muscular they are. Fuck me. He’s gorgeous. How can someone be so despicable but so damn attractive to you? No clear thoughts come to your mind. The only thought is that you want nothing more than to feel Liam’s arms wrapped around your waist once more as you straddle him slightly rocking back and forth whilst he-

“What are you thinking there Y/LN” he smirks even harder making you frustrated with how much he is enjoying seeing you squirm just by one action. Especially an action as pathetic as leaning up against a wall. Get yourself together woman!

“How much I want to-“ you start but he cuts you off.

“Fuck me?”

“Kill you” you finish “I will never fuck you”

“Again” he adds to your sentence reminding you of all the times you spent wrapped up in his sheets.

“Yes again.” You say begrudgingly “Well what did you want ?” You demand to avoid anymore sexual talk.

“You know what I want” he says simply. Any hint of flirtyness is gone and now he is serious. He wants to talk.

“To explain yes but you know what I want also. I want you to leave me alone because I don’t want your explanation” you say and attempt to walk away but he grabs your arms pivoting you back around to face him. You are only a few inches away from his body now. So close you can see the fleks of pale green that run through his eyes. The way his golden hair flops in front of his face. His perfectly shaped nose and its slight slope at the bottom. His lips- so pink and so soft… you almost cave. Breathing in deeply you meet his eyes which are staring into yours so deeply you think you might melt right here right now.

“I think you do want my explanation but you are too scared to admit it” he starts pulling you even closer. Great you think now you officially can’t breathe. “I think that you are too scared to hear what I have to say because you’ll realise that I do love you and I fucked up badly but I am willing to do anything to earn back your trust.” Now he’s caressing your arm stoking up and down it with his fingers calloused from carving his wood figures. “I think that in time you’ll trust me and we will be stronger than ever. I think that is what scares the shit out of you.” He pulls his hands away from your arm and steps backwards leaving your body cold and craving the warmth he just briefly supplied.

“But maybe I’m wrong” he carries on and you cross your arms across your body as if you are trying to recreate the warmth of his body. “Maybe you don’t want this as much as I do”

“Is that a challenge?” You ask straightening your posture so you at least look more intimidating and not like a baby deer.

“Only if you want it to be” his smirk returns almost making a smile appear on your face.

“In your wildest dreams Mairi” you mumble turning away and heading towards your class which he has officially made you late to.

“Oh but you are in my dreams!” He hollers after you as you are halfway down the corridor. “And that’s not just the dirty ones!”

You shake your head and are glad your back is facing him as you finally let a smile on your face. Dickhead.

……………………………………

All through battle briefing all you could think of was the feel of Liam’s hands on your body, stroking your arm slightly causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. And the smug bastard was sat across from you staring at you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Bastard. How bad would it be if you were to just have sex with him once? Use him to get whatever it was in your system out. Bad. Very bad you have to tell yourself. He lied to you, poisoned you with his words, he told you he loved you. All to aid Xaden Riorson and whatever twisted scheme he was brewing. You wanted no part of that. But Liam on the other hand… that was a different story. At first when you had learned of his betrayal you were mad, so mad it caused you to beat the shit out of Bodhi on the training mats just to prove you were a threat. But now that anger had faded and day by day you just grew more sad consumed in the heartbreak Liam had caused. And it was easier to remember the love you felt for him. It was harder to block past memories out. But you needed to. You couldn’t trust him anymore.

After classes was over and it was dinner time you decided to skip the meal and get something later once everyone had gone to bed or gone off to do their own things. Instead you were sat in the very garden you had witnessed the hooded figures discussing the information Liam had gathered on you. You sat in the crook of an old tree reading a book about the history of dragons and their riders. Learning about the most skilled riders in the history of Navarre brought you comfort and hope. Hope that you could survive this hell hole and build a better life for you and your brother.

‘Incoming quick one, you have company’ Rhella warns in your mind.

Immediately you shut your book drawing a dagger from your leather pants. You spring up from your seat pointing the dagger into the darkness ready for Xaden or perhaps Imogen to spring from around the corner and slit your throat. But neither of them appear. Instead a blonde mop of hair peers around the corner causing you to sigh, partly out of annoyance and partly out of relief.

“Woah! Put the dagger away sweetheart” Liam laughs his hands up in the air in a mock surrender

Not putting the dagger down but lowering it slightly you glare at Liam who is walking closer. “You idiot Liam! I thought you were-“ you begin but don’t have the energy to finish. You don’t particularly want to admit how vulnerable he and his friends has made you feel. How you can barely sleep at night out of fear you may never wake up. “Never mind” you finish after a long moment of silence. Feeling defeated you lower your dagger completely.

“Y/N” Liam pleads “you don’t think I’d hurt you do you?” He asks, clearly hurt.

“Of course I do! You’ve already hurt me! You were planning to kill me with your friends!” You shout anger rising in your body again.

He takes in a deep breath walking closer until he is only a short distance away but you could tell he was at least trying to be respectful tonight. “Please understand this, even if you’ll never let yourself understand anything else about what I did, I would never hurt you. Ever”

Tears suddenly begin to pool in your eyes. The soft tone of his voice, caring and caressing at the same time soothing you in some strange unexplained way despite everything. The air is thick with the loss of him and the indecision of whether to cave to everything your body wants, but your mind and heart refuses. He comes closer very slowly, almost testing if you’ll give him permission to be this close to you. You don’t back away or yell so he takes it and uses a hand to wipe a stray tear that falls from your eye.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” he whispers bringing his forehead to yours. And for a moment you embrace it. For a moment you breathe in his sent which reminds you of the fresh sea and clean linen. For a moment everything finally feels normal again and you are complete. But this is only for a moment. Pushing Liam off you forcefully you scoff loudly.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Liam!” You sob “I love you and you are ruining my life!” You shout getting close to his face, finger pointing at him as you get close enough to start hitting his chest repeatedly.

“You still love me?” He says so quietly you barely hear him.

You sneer at his words “Loved. Past tense.”

“You said love” he replies.

“That’s semantics” you counter ashamed of your own slip up.

“What can I do to fix this if you won’t let me explain! To get you to trust me again! I’ve tried! I AM trying! But you won’t let me in” he’s shouting now clearly frustrated with the situation at hand.

“Why can’t you understand Liam? I. Don’t. Want. You. Anymore” you spit.

“Bullshit” he quickly responds staring down at you grabbing your arms to keep them from hitting his chest. “I know you want this more than anything and that you have to stop yourself everyday from running over to me just to touch me, be near me. That everyday is a battle between what you know you actually want and what you should want. And I’m fed up of not being able to do this” his voice has changed, it’s darker now, full of lust and craving different to his normal happy, cheeky persona. He bows his head towards yours causing your breath the get strangled in your throat. The action is so quick you are unsure there was anyway you could have stopped it, not that you wanted to, as he aggressively kisses you. Weeks of absence from you has left him depraved as he almost devours your lips. You kiss back on reflex, your bodies moulding together instinctively as if that’s where they belong. This is wrong is all you can think. But why does something so wrong feel so right? The pair of you stumble towards the tree you were once sheltered in and are now using as a surface to be pressed up against whilst Liam ravishes your body. He slides his hands under your shirt fondling the bottom of your breast making you shiver and let out a small whimper into his mouth at the contact. This pleases Liam as you feel the smirk on his face as you kiss him.

“Shut up” you hiss in between kisses

“Didn’t say anything love” he replies as he removes his mouth from yours moving into your neck sucking on the sweet spot he knows all too well.

“Liam” you moan trying to keep your voice down realising you are still outside “not here” you manage to say.

He pulls away but he’s still so close you can feel his breath on your skin. “Do you want to-“

You are so desperate in this moment reason is a thing of the past and you immediately agree to whatever it is he was going to suggest “yes”

“I didn’t even finish my-“

“Yes” you say again causing him to gulp pressing another longing kiss onto your lips. With you pressed against a tree his body consuming yours as he leans one hand above your head against the bark he looks like a god. And who can say no to a god you try to make excuses for what you know you are about to do, and in the morning regret. But your body has needs and unfortunately for you he knows every single one of them.

“Okay” he barely whispers leaning away from the tree whilst he takes your soft hand in his beginning to lead you back into the quadrant and to his bedroom. Oh shit. Doubt begins to fill your mind which he senses. He brings you to a halt at his door.

“We don’t have to do this. I don’t want to do anything with you that you’ll regret. That would kill me” he says slowly and sadly. And that was it. In that moment you knew that no matter what he had done, no matter how much it had hurt you, this boy in front of you cared for you more than you would ever fully accept. Which is why you reach behind him twisting the knob on his door opening it whilst you push him into his own room.

“I want you Mairi. Even if in the morning I’ll tell you differently. Tell you I despise your very existence. Tell you I want nothing to do with you. Even maybe swing a punch. I won’t mean it. Not really, not deep down. Just know that” you say softly. He nods in response uttering the very three words that ignite and crush your soul at the very same time.

“I love you”

…………….…………………………….

Liam had fallen asleep ages ago however you could not manage to get any rest. His arm was wrapped around your waist in a familiar way as your back pressed up against his front with your legs intertwined. It was odd how quickly the two of you fit back together like nothing had happened and all was normal. But all was not normal which is why you couldn’t seem to get any sleep. You needed to get out of there. The weight of him was suffocating, not because he was heavy, but because what you had just done was weighing you down. You had told yourself that no matter what you wouldn’t let Liam worm his way back into your life but here you were. Naked. In his sheets. Fuck. You needed to get out of there… now.

Savouring perhaps the last moment you would have with Liam you carefully, and slowly, lifted his arm from around your body managing to slide out of his grasp replacing the spot where your body just was with a pillow to avoid him waking up and wanting to talk… to explain.

As quietly as possible you put on your clothes and slip out of Liam’s door. When you are on the other side you release a long sigh suddenly torn between running back into Liam’s bed or running to your room where you can try and forget what just happened and how it made you feel. Going to your room is the logical thing and today you side with logic. You begin to walk down the corridor but you don’t get far before a voice calls out from the shadows

“Going somewhere?”

Your body stiffens. You immediately reach for your dagger only for a thick tendril of smoke to wrap around your hand stopping you.

“There will be no need for that” the voice emerges from the shadows. Xaden. Tonight may just be your last night on earth you think.

“Riorson. Lurking in the shadows as per usual” you snarl turning around to meet Xaden’s face which is even more striking in the moonlight.

“I could say the same thing about you considering our last encounters have been centred around you sneaking around in the dead of night” he says striding forwards slowly towards you. A predator stalking his prey.

“Touchè” you say nonchalantly. Normally, seeing Xaden, especially after everything that had happened, would make your hairs stand up, your posture rigid and your breath hitched out of fear and sheer awe over his power. But tonight you couldn’t be bothered being on guard, you were too emotionally torn to fight back tonight. There is a moment of silence where you stare at him and him you.

“So” you begin “if you’ve come to kill me just get it over with and if not I’ll be going to my room, I’ve had a long night and no offence, well maybe offence, you are the last person I want to be talking to right now” you say crossing your arms waiting for him to either kill you or dismiss you.

“We made a deal. I don’t harm you or your brother and you keep our secret safe” he says flatly.

“Yes we did indeed, but I’ll be damned if I ever trust a word that comes out of your mouth” you are growing tired of this now. Bored of whatever this conversation is, but then Xaden says something that makes you go rigid.

“I know you’ve just come out of Liam’s room, and I can take a guess at what you have been doing” he whispers making you wish you never left Liam’s bed.

“And?” You ask

“If our deal is going to work that can’t happen again” he says. At this you scoff shaking your head not quite believing the words that have just left his mouth.

“So you send your friend to con me, you expose my secrets, you try to kill me and now you are telling me who I can and can’t sleep with?” The question is rhetorical and you can’t understand why you are even having this conversation.

“This isn’t going to end well” he says in a softer tone now “for him or you. You don’t fit in with us, you don’t belong with him. You will never understand him or his goals.” Xaden is now standing so close to you that you can feel the cool shade of his shadows wrapping around you in a threatening manner. “Stay away for him” he says voice low “or our deal is going to be called off and I don’t think I have to remind you of the consequences of that”

You stare at him in shock and he meets your gaze never flinching or backing down. Anger bubbles inside you itching to be let out. How dare he try and control your life. How dare he dictate yours and Liam’s relationship. How dare he after everything he has put you and Liam through think he has any right to be the ultimate decider of your fate, your future. Fuck that. But you are wise enough to not lash out. So you keep calm and appear intimidated, although that part is easy when a 6 foot god knows what jacked male towers over you, and you nod your head slowly submitting to his command.

“All I have to do is stay away and I’ll be safe? My brother will be safe?” You ask, doe eyed.

“Yes” he says simply

“Okay” you mumble so low you aren’t even sure he hears but nods curtly giving you one last look, probably assessing you, before he walks away becoming one with the shadows again.

It was then and there where you came up with your plan- if you couldn’t be better than them you would become so much worse. Play them at their own game. Learn their secrets just like they did yours. Then the power would be in your hands. You would be the one calling the bets. And how amazing would it feel to finally have justice, to be the one doing the threatening and not be the threatened. And maybe, just maybe, then you would finally feel normal.

[reixtsu]

⪨༒𓊈𒆜🅞🅤🅡 🅣🅐🅡🅖🅔🅣𒆜𓊉༒⪩ | 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

You were in deep shit, the deepest shit you have ever been in. Two men from rival companies, two men who were hot as fuck, were targeting you? Someone who was known as the best assassin in Japan? Honestly in any other situation you would have been honored to be hunted down by someone. It was a nice challenge, one that you would usually be confident in winning. However this time you were scared shitless.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the golden pair, notably the two strongest and best spies in Japan if not the world. Those two-no, legends-were targeting you. It definitely wasn't helping your carefully crafted composure that you've spent years to perfect.

The bastards were relentless. They moved like ghosts, dismantling every alias, every safe house, and every backup plan you had, as if you were a mouse being chased by some ninja cats. Wherever you went, they weren't far behind. There was no room for you to catch a single breath. Besides, it wasn't just their skill that  you-it was how they played the game. Gojo's smug confidence made your skin boil as warm as the spiciest curry, while Geto's quiet, calculating precision left you feeling like a fly caught in a web.

You ducked into a shadowy alleyway, the Tokyo skyline buzzing above, blissfully unaware of the pounding of your heart as you hid as best you could. It was annoying, how you felt them closing in on you, like wolves cornering a rabbit. Except this rabbit wasn't about to roll over. Not yet.

Forcing yourself to steady your breathing, reminding yourself of the boy Toji told you to look after like a shadow. Megumi, Toji's son. His safety came first, even if it risked your own. It was your checking his whereabouts when you accidently ran into Gojo one day, and that was the first piece of information that revealed your occupation. As much as you hated it, Gojo adopted Megumi, so now he is taking care of him. Gojo was keeping him safe, and that would be all that mattered if Gojo and his bestie wasn't plotting to kill you.

Your plush lips curled into a biter smile. How poetic. Two men who could bring the world to its knees, and here I am stuck in between them, scrambling to keep my life intact.

Footsteps echoed in the distance-light, deliberate. Your heart rate spiked. You gripped the blade hidden in your coat, your instincts sharpening.

"You can't hide forever you know." A smooth, arrogant voice cut through the silence, sending chills down your spine. He was here. Gojo.

You grit your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. That cocky bastard.

"She's smarter than that, Satoru," another voice added, one that was low and velvety. And there was Geto. "Be patient. She's probably trying to plan her next move."

"Trying?" Gojo snorted. "Please. She's desperate by now. You can smell it."

The audacity, really. You couldn't help the scoff that slipped from your lips. A stupid rookie mistake for a pro like you.

"Well, well," Gojo said, his voice practically dripping with smug delight. “There's our little rabbit.”

You stepped out of the shadows, forcing yourself to smirk even as your heart thundered within your chest. They were standing just a few paces away, both of them far too calm for comfort. Gojo had his hands shoved casually in his pockets, his blink round glasses hiding his pair of sparkling blue eyes. Geto stood beside him, arms crossed and his head tilted slightly, showing his Adam's apple, his expression unreadable but no less dangerous.

"Boys," you drawled, feigning confidence you didn't feel, "if you're going to hunt me, at least make it interesting.'

Gojo grinned, one that was wide and toothy. "Oh, sweetheart, you haven't even seen anything yet."

Geto's smirk was much subtler, but it still carried a weight that made your stomach twist in discomfort. "Careful what you wish for."

You huffed, hand on your hip as you glared at them. For the first time in your life, you weren't sure if you'd make it out unscathed. But if this was how it ended, then you were going to make the most out of it.

The game was on, and your life wasn't the only one on the line.

"You always run, sweetheart," Gojo teased, his tone light but nevertheless laced with dripping poison. "When do we get to have some real have fun with you?"

You reached over and twirled the knife in your hand, keeping your stance loose and ready. "You call this fun? Sounds like someone needs a better hobby."

"Maybe you can recommend one," Geto said calmly, stepping closer, his purple eyes sharp enough to cut through you. His movements were deliberate, like a predator closing in. "Though I doubt assassins have much time for hobbies between killing and running."

"Funny," you shot back, eyes flicking between them. "You two seem to have plenty of time for playing fetch with me."

Gojo's grin only widened, but his posture shifted ever so slightly-subtle, but enough to signal that he was ready to move. Your grip on your knife tightened.

"Aw, don't flatter yourself," Gojo said,adjusting his glasses casually. "We're not chasing you because it's fun." He leaned forward ever so slightly, his voice dropping an octave, "We're chasing you because you're special."

That comment threw you off for a second. The words he said just didn't sit right, nor the way he said it. You forced your expression to remain neutral. "Touching. Did you rehearse that?"

"Why would I? I'm naturally charming."

Geto cut in, his voice as smooth as silk. "Let's not drag this out, Satoru. She's in the corner. She knows it."

Your heart pounded, begging to be freed from your chest, but your face remained unreadable. You weren't cornered. Not yet. You just needed to keep them talking, just needed more time.

"Cornered?" You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be amused. "Do you see me begging for mercy? Or are you just hoping I will?"

"You've got guts," Geto said, tilting his head just enough to have his black bang cover part of his eye. "I'll give you that. Most people would've given up by now. But we know you're not like other people."

"Neither are you both," you replied, and in one fluid motion, you threw your knife-not at them, but at the exposed pipe just above their heads.

The knife swiftly struck true, steam hissing violently from the now broken pipe, flooding the narrow alleyway with a thick, blinding fog.

"Shit-!" Gojo cursed, his voice muffled in the chaos of fog.

You didn't risk the chance to wait. You bolted, weaving through the maze of alleyways as your boots pounded against the pavement. The fog bought you a few seconds, maybe less. They were way too good at their job to be distracted for long.

Your mind raced as fast as your legs. You've played their game long enough now to know that they weren't just chasing you for fun, they said it themselves. Your suspicions connected to Megumi started to seem more and more plausible as to how Gojo found you. But with the way he looked at like-like he knew everything about you- it wasn't random.

It terrified you to your core.

As you rounded a corner, a sudden blur of motion forced you to stop short.

"Fast," Geto murmured, stepping out of the shadows as if he'd been waiting for you. His calm demeanor sent a chill down your spine. "But not fast enough."

Your eyes darted around, searching for an opening, any, but he'd chosen his stop well. Narrow alley, no easy exits.

"You're good," he said, almost like he was praising you. You would be lying if his words didn't have an effect on you. "No wonder why you're the best. But even the best slip up eventually."

"I don't slip," you shot back, trying to keep as steady as you could.

"Then you must be tired." He took another step forward, unhurried but deliberate. "You've been running for days. Dodging us, hiding. you're human, no matter how perfect you pretend to be."

"Bold words for someone who needed a partner to keep up with me, huh?" You snapped, trying to mask the unease creeping up your spine with irritation.

A low chuckle echoed behind you, and your stomach sank instantly.

"Oh, she got you there, Suguru," Gojo's voice teased as he emerged from the other end of the alley, effectively leaving you no options for escape.

You were boxed in.

Shit.

"Let's not make this harder than it has to be," Geto said, his tone soft but firm. "You've got a choice. Come with us, or..."

"Or what?" You challenged, staring at him.

Gojo shifted a little, combing his silver hair out of his face only for it to flop back down. "Or we make you."

Your pulse thundered in your ears, much to your displeasure. "You think I'm scared of you?"

Gojo shrugged nonchalantly. "You should be."

You moved before they could. Your hand desperately went to the smoke bomb in your pocket, but Geto was faster. With a flick of his wrist, a thin wire lashed out, tangling around your wrist and pulling tight. You hissed in frustration as he yanked you, rendering you off balance.

"Sloppy," he said quietly, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Persistent," you hissed under your breath, twisting your body to free your other hand. You managed to grab a second knife you had on your belt and threw it at him. He dodged, but the slight movement loosened the wire just enough for you to break free.

Gojo clapped his slender hands slowly, sarcastically. "Damn, you're fun. I almost don't want to turn you in."

Geto frowned, obviously not pleased with his partner. "Satoru-"

"What?" Gojo grinned, tilting his head toward you. "Can you blame me? She's got the whole deadly-and-gorgeous thing going on. Kind of my type, y'know?"

You flinched, Gojo's words fluttering your heart more than you'd care to admit.

"Enough," Geto snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

You took the opportunity to leap for the nearest wall. kicking off it to gain just enough height to grab the fire escape above. Your nimble fingers grazed the cold metal, and you hoisted yourself up just as Gojo lunged for you.

"Catch y'all later," you called over your shoulder, your smirk returning back in place despite the ever pounding of your chest.

Gojo simply laughed, his voice echoing through the dark alley. "You'll have to do better than that, sweetheart!"

Neon signs of Tokyo flickered in the distance, casting an otherworldly glow on the streets below as you leapt from rooftop to rooftop. The cold air bit down on your face, but it didn't stop you from running as fast as you could. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and the weight of their words echoed in your head like a broken record.

"You've got that deadly-and-gorgeous thing going on."

"You're human, no matter how perfect you pretend to be."

Why did their voices stick to you like that? You shouldn't care, not at all! You hated how Gojo's smugness got under your skin, hated how Geto's quiet intensity lingered like a shadow. Was it because they were handsome? It didn't matter anyways. You had bigger things to worry about than two men who saw you as a challenge-or worse, a toy.

As you made your way across the rooftops, you scanned for the nearest safe house Toji told you about. Your options were dwindling; their reach was extensive, and it felt like every move you made only led you closer to their impending web.

You slowed when you reached the edge of a rooftop, crouching low as your eyes darted across the street below. The sound of footsteps brought your focus to a man walking his dog, the only other soul out at this ungodly hour. His relaxed posture, the cute wag of the dog's tail, it was normal. Normalcy. Something you couldn't afford in the life you lead.

Just as you were about to leap to the next rooftop, your eye caught movement in the reflection of a glass building across the street.

"Clever," you muttered under your breath.

A figure moved in the shadows a few rooftops back. It was Geto-his tall, lean frame unmistakably recognizable even in the dark. You cursed under your breath. How the hell had he kept up with you?

Though something was wrong. Why was he alone? Where was Gojo?

Before you could react, a voice cut through the air behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Looking for me?"

You whipped your head around, knife in hand, but  was already there, perched casually on the edge of the rooftop. His glasses were pushed up and resting on his head, revealing those piercing, unnaturally blue eyes that seemed to see through everything, including you.

"Damn it," you hissed, your grip tightening on the knife.

"Damn it?" Gojo repeated, grinning. "I'll take that as a compliment. People don't say that unless someone's really good."

"Don't flatter yourself." You held your tongue, desiring to curse at him.

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Oh, but I'm so good at it."

"You're cornered," Geto's voice came from the shadows as he stepped forward, his ever calm demeanor as unearving as ever. "Again."

"Wow. The two of you are excellent at being a pain in the ass," you commented dryily.

"And you're good at running," Gojo countered, leaning back on his hands like he was lounging on the beach instead of hunting you down. "But you're getting predictable, sweetheart."

Predictable... Predictable? The words stung more than it should have. You prided yourself on being untouchable, on being the best, but they were starting to unravel you, but to your dismay.

"Give up," Geto said, his voice quiet yet commanding. "you're wasting energy. You know we'll find you wherever you go."

Your eyes darted between them, searching for a weakness in either of them, a distraction, anything. Though they were right. You were running out of time, and worse, you were running out of options.

"Why me?" you demanded, your voice sharp and impatient. "Why are you so obsessed with chasing me down? I might be your target, but there are others out there."

Gojo tilted his head, his smile softening ever so softly. "You're different, as we said earlier."

"That's not an answer."

Geto stepped closer, his dark purple eyes locking onto yours. "You don't need to know why. All you need to know is that we're not stopping until we get what we want."

What do they want? "And what's that?"

Silence hung in the air for a moment, heavy with tentionn. Geto didn't answer, nor did Gojo, but Gojo's grin returned, not reaching his eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Gojo teased.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm. You wouldn't give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

"Well then," you said, taking a step back. "If you want me that badly, come and get me."

Geto didn't waste another second. He moved first, closing the distance between you with a speed that took your breath away. You barely had any time to react, raising your knife to swiftly block his strike.

The impact sent a jolt up your arm. Gritting your teeth, you pushed back against his strength. Just before you  could counter, Gojo was right behind you, his presence like a sadistic ghost at your back.

"Careful," he muttered, his breath warm against your ear. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt, yeah?"

You spun around as fast as you could, lashing out your knife, but he was already gone, his laugh echoing around you.

You were out of breath. The relentless pursuit across the city left you drained. They'd forced you into a corner, their presence closing in on all sides. You crouched low on the rooftop, your knife glinting under the pale moonlight.

They're not playing anymore. You could feel it in the air-the shift in their tactics, the weight of their presence pressing down on you like a vice. They weren't going to let you run this time around. 

A faint sound behind you, a sharp intake of breath. You twisted on instinct, launching a knife toward the sound. It sliced through the air, aimed with precision, but Gojo caught it mid-flight, his fingers wrapping around the blade as if it were a child's toy.

"Come onn, sweetheart," Gojo fiend whining, tossing the knie aside like it was nothing. "You're not even trying anymore. Getting tired?"

You didn't answer, deciding to ignore him. Instead, you aimed for his ribs. But as you closed the distance, Geto stepped in a flash.

"No more running," Geto said, his voice firm. "This ends now."

"Didn't know you two were so desperate for attention," you spat, pivoting sharply to avoid geto's strike while aiming another at Gojo. He dodged with ease, leaning back with a grin as your blade passed a hair's breadth from his chest.

"We're desperate for you," Goji said smoothly, words rolling off his tongue with infuriating ease. His blue eyes gleamed with something dangerous "And you love it, don't you?"

"You're delusional as shit," you snapped, blocking a strike from Geto's punch and countering with a high kick aimed at his shoulder. He caught your leg mid-air, forcing you to twist and land in a crouch as he released you.

"I think you're the one who's delusional," Geto replied coldly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You think you can keep going like this? Fighting us? Outrunning us? It's only a matter of time before you give in?"

"I'd rather die before I give in to either of you, bitch," you growled, pushing off the ground and aiming a flurry of strikes at both of them.

For a moment, it felt like you were holding your own. Knife against fist. They moved with a kind of synchronicity that made them impossible to predict, but you kept pushing, kept fighting, refusing to let them overwhelm you.

But then it happened-a misstep.

You swung your blade a little too wide, and Gojo caught your wrist in a vice-grip. His other hand shot forward, grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around just as Geto's fist struck down in an arc. The blunt force struck the back of your knee, and you crumpled down, forced to the ground with Gojo still holding your wrist like a prisoner.

"Let go!" you snarled, struggling against his grip. But he didn't. He simply knelt beside you, his breath brushing against your ear as he gazed down at you with unreadable eyes.

"Not until you're obedient," he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing enough to make you fall for him. "You're not getting out of this. So why not make it easy on yourself?"

You glared up at him, craning your neck as best you could, your chest heaving with exertion. "Easy for you, you mean. What the hell do you want from me?"

"Everything," Geto answered, stepping in front of you and crouching so that you were eye level. His eyes were dark and unreadable, his Adam's apple so out, his sharp body a shape that any woman would growl over. "We want to know why you're so damn good at what you do. Who trained you? Why do you keep running? And why are you so hell-bent on protecting that boy?"

Your blood ran cold as soon as the mention of Megumi left his lips, but you didn't let it show. "What boy?" you asked, feigning confusion.

"Come on! Don't play dumb," Gojo, tightening his grip on your wrist. "We've been watching you. You're not just some assassin. You've got connections-dangerous ones. But you seem to have a soft spot. The kid's important to you, isn't he? Is it because of personal reasons or is it because your boss told you so?"

You clenched your teeth, refusing to respond. Every second of silence felt like a battle, their eyes boring down on you as if they could extract the truth by sheer willpower.

"Fine," Gojo said after a moment of silence, his tone light but laced with steel. "Don't want to talk? Then we'll just keep you here until you do."

"You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm staying," you shot back, twisting sharply to free yourself from Gojo's grasp. Though before you could stand, Geto was behind you, his arm locking around your shoulders and pinning you in place.

"Stay down," Geto murmured, his breath warm against your neck. "You've lost."

"I haven't lost shit," you hissed, struggling against him, but his hold was ever so unyielding, and you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body screamed in protest as you fought to break free.

Gojo crouched in front of you, his face so close you could see a faint scar above his brow. He tilted his hair, his pretty eyes scanning yours with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn't quite pin down.

"You're stubborn," he said, almost fondly. "I like that about you."

"You don't know a damn thing about me."

"Maybe not," Gojo admitted, his grin softening into something more sincere. "But I'd like to. And I think Suguru here would too."

You froze at his words, your mind racing. They weren't just chasing you for answers. This seemed personal, and that scared you more than anything. You clenched your teeth, staring at the two men before you. 

"You've got no idea how much trouble you're in, sweetheart," Gojo said with mock sympathy. He tilted his head, silver hair catching the neon lights of the city. "But, hey, if it's any consolation, I think you look great even when you're all out of breath."

Your scowl deepened, and you yanked your arm once again away from his grasp. "You're insufferable."

"Insufferable handsome?" Gojo quipped with a  wink, leaning closer. "I get that a lot, thanks."

"Or maybe just insufferably annoying," Geto said, his tone dry but with the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "Not that it's anything new."

"Aw, Suguru, don't be jealous," Gojo teased, throwing him a grin. "There's plenty of me to go around."

You groaned, confusion and irritation blooming. "You two are ridiculous. First you chase me down like some sort of mouse, all for a conversation? I don't know how anyone can take you seriously."

"People tend to take us very seriously when we're chasing them across rooftops," Geto countered, his calm, velvety voice laced with amusement. "Though I have to admit, you're making this chase far more interesting than most."

"Ha," you snapped, shifting slightly, testing the tension in your muscles as you calculated your next move. You were tired, but you weren't going down without a fight.

"Oh, don't pretend you haven't been entertained too," Gojo said, his grin widening. "Admit it-you've been having fun." He said in a sing-song tone.

"Fun?" you repeated incredulously, glaring at him in disgust. "You two have been hunting me like some sport. What about that sounds like fun?"

"Because you're the first person who's ever made us work this hard. Most people give up the moment they realize who they're dealing with," Geto replied. "But you... you keep fighting. It's impressive."

"Compliments. Oh, how thrilled I am," you muttered under your breath, earning a chuckle from Gojo. "It's exhausting."

"Poor thing," Gojo cooed mockingly, leaning down close enough that you swear his lips had to be centimeters away from your neck. "All worn out from running? If you surrender, I promise I'll carry you home, bridal style, if you're into that." That infuriating wink.

"Shut," you hissed, trying to pull away from him, but his hand shot out, his fingers grazing your chin to tilt your face toward him.

"Such fire," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. His usual playful tone was now gone, replaced with something softer, intense,  something that caused your stomach to flip. "You're cute."

"Satoru," Geto interrupted once again, his voice cutting through the moment. He reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to your feet. You stumbled slightly, but his hand landed on the small of your back, easily keeping you steady. "We've wasted enough time. Let's go."

"Go?" you repeated, bristling like an irritated cat. "Where the hell do you think you're taking me?"

"Our place," Gojo said, standing and dusting off his pants like this was all completely normal. "Don't worry, we've got comfy couches. You can even have a blanket if you're nice."

You narrowed your eyes at him, glaring. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

“Do you really think you’re in a position to argue?” Geto’s voice was soft, almost deceptively calm, but the steel beneath it sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers tightened on your arm, pulling you closer with effortless strength, until the heat of his body radiated against yours. His dark eyes bore into yours, sharp and unyielding, as though daring you to defy him. “You’re out of options, and we both know it.”

The words cut through you like a blade. You hated how true they were. Every fiber of your being screamed to resist, to claw and fight your way out of this—but your limbs felt heavy, your breath uneven, and they both saw right through the mask of defiance you were struggling to keep intact.

Gojo crouched next to you, impossibly close, his ever-present grin softening into something almost predatory. His crystalline blue eyes sparkled with an unsettling mix of amusement and something deeper—something you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t think of it as giving up,” he purred, his voice low, like a silk ribbon wrapping around your throat. “Think of it as… a tactical retreat. Or, if it helps, you can call it a hostage situation. That’s got a nice ring to it, right?”

Your jaw clenched, your glare cutting toward him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re gorgeous when you’re mad,” Gojo shot back, his grin widening, the playful lilt in his voice sending your pulse racing in frustration—and something else you didn’t dare acknowledge. “Seriously, has anyone ever told you that anger suits you? It’s cute.”

“Shut up,” you snapped, but the venom in your tone was undermined by the way your voice wavered. You hated how his words crawled under your skin, leaving behind a trail of heat you couldn’t ignore.

Before you could pull away, Geto’s hand shifted, his long fingers catching your chin and tilting your face upward, forcing your gaze to meet his. His touch was firm but surprisingly gentle, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. “Enough games, Satoru,” he said, his deep voice steady but edged with something almost possessive. His eyes locked on yours, darker than the night around you, and for a moment, it felt like he was looking right through you—peeling back every layer, exposing everything you tried to hide.

But he didn’t move away. Instead, his gaze lingered, and in that moment, something in his expression shifted. The sharpness softened, replaced by a flicker of intrigue, of something far more dangerous. It made your breath hitch, your pulse stuttering in your chest as the seconds stretched endlessly.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in.

The kiss wasn’t what you expected—not demanding, not harsh. It was barely a kiss at all, just the lightest brush of his lips against the corner of your mouth. But it was enough to leave you stunned, your mind blanking as warmth bloomed where his lips had touched. Enough to leave your heart pounding erratically in your chest.

“Call that motivation,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his breath ghosting over your skin. There was an almost smug curve to his lips as he pulled back, his dark eyes unreadable. “Now, let’s go.”

You didn’t have time to process the shock flooding your system before Gojo let out a low whistle, his grin downright sinful. “Suguru, you dog. You can’t just kiss her and act like that’s normal.” He stood in one fluid motion, towering over you, and his gaze flicked to you with a teasing glint. “Now I have to do something, or it’ll look like you’re showing me up.”

Before you could snap at him—or even catch your breath-Gojo leaned down, his hand brushing against your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. His grin was still there, but his eyes were sharp now, intense in a way that made your stomach twist.

“Don’t look so nervous,” he whispered, his voice low, almost tender. And then he kissed you–softly, lingering just long enough to leave you reeling. His lips were warm and maddeningly gentle, the faintest trace of something sweet lingering behind.

When he pulled away, his grin returned, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. “Now we’re even,” he said lightly, though the weight of his stare told you there was nothing casual about what had just happened.

You sat there, frozen, your mind spinning as the two men straightened and exchanged a glance-something unspoken passing between them. You hated how they seemed to be in perfect sync, how they could take apart your defenses so effortlessly.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Gojo said, offering you his hand, his grin teasing but his tone carrying an edge of finality. “We’re taking you home.”

“Home?” you echoed, your voice faint, barely able to process the word.

“Our home,” Geto corrected, his voice steady and commanding. He stepped behind you, his hand brushing against your lower back, urging you to your feet. “And I’d suggest you don’t try anything stupid. You’re smart enough to know how that’ll end.”

Your legs felt like jelly, but you forced yourself to stand, glaring at both of them even as your resolve wavered. “I hate you both,” you muttered, though you weren’t sure if it was the truth.

Gojo chuckled, slinging an arm around your shoulders like this was all some kind of game. “Aw, you’ll love us soon enough,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “Everyone does.”

As they began leading you away, you couldn’t stop the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest-anger, frustration, confusion… and something far more dangerous that you weren’t ready to name.

And despite yourself, you couldn’t shake the warmth lingering on your lips, or the terrifying realization that this was far from over.

——

The drive to their place was silent, the tension floating in the air was palpable. You sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, sandwiched between the two handsome men. The proximity was stifling, their presence too overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from their bodies only made the situation worse. Gojo was as relaxed as ever, one arm draped lazily along the back of the seat behind you while Geto sat with perfect posture, his sharp eyes occasionally glancing your way. Part of you was curious to know how two polar opposite men could work so well in a team together. Perhaps the saying 'opposites attract' was true.

When they pulled into the driveway of their house, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight. The property was secluded, surrounded by tall trees and hidden away from prying eyes. The house itself was modern and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sprawling front yard that screamed wealth and power. 

Part of you had an intuition that Gojo owned multiple homes while you were keeping an eye on Megumi, but you never guessed he would own a house this gorgeous.

"You two live here?" you asked, unable to keep the disbelief from your voice. Despite working alongside Toji, you weren't as poor as him since you knew how to manage your money. You were comfortable, but obviously not as comfortable as either of them. Damn.

"Of course," Gojo said, grinning as he slid out of the car and opened your door with an exaggerated bow. "Only the best for the best."

Geto rolled his eyes as he stepped out and gestured for you to follow. "Ignore him. He loves showing off.'

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. Running definitely wasn't one of them, you exhausted that option, so with a resigned sigh, you followed them inside.

The interior was just as impressive as the exterior. The open floor plan showcased sleek furniture, expensive artwork, and a kitchen that looked like it belonged in a high-end restaurant. It was annoyingly perfect, just like Gojo and Geto. How irritating.

Geto led you to the living room and gestured for you to sit on the plush couch with a strong, veiny hand. "You'll be staying here for now," he said, his voice calm and measured. "We have to keep an eye on you as we investigate you for a bit. Know who exactly you are, your motives, and why you are tasked with keeping an eye on the boy Satoru adopted. You'll have everything you need, and no one will find you."

"Generous of you," you muttered, crossing your arms as you sat down with a huff. Perfect. You didn't think to send a help call to Toji while you were fighting them, and now you were going to disappear for a bit. You'll get quite the scolding when you see Toji again.

Geto's lips twitched into a faint smile while he observed your irritation. "It's the least he can do after chasing you halfway across the city."

"Ah, don't listen to him, sweetheart," Gojo interjected, flopping down on the couch beside you, on the same cushion, his long legs sprawled out. "We both know you loved the attention. Admit it-you've never had this much fun before."

You clicked your tongue, shooting him your signature glare. "You're insufferable."

"And you're adorable when you're annoyed," Gojo quipped back, leaning closer. His voice melted into a playful whisper, his breath brushing against your ear, causing a shiver down your spine. "Admit it-you kind of like me, don't you? It wasn't just Megumi who you were keeping an eye on, eh?"

"Satoru," Geto said sharply, his tone a warning.

"What?" Gojo shrugged, pulling back just enough to flash his partner a grin. "I'm just breaking the ice."

Geto's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might actually snap from his partner's antics. Instead, he turned to you, his expression softening. "I meant what I said earlier. We're sorry for chasing you. It wasn't personal-it was a job."

You blinked, slightly caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "You have quite the fun of showing it," you muttered, those the venom in your tone had dampened.

Geto's lips curled into a small smile, one that was genuine. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "you're impressive," he said in his deep, velvety tone, his dark eyes locking into yours. "More than I expected. that's why you're still alive, by the way."

Before you could even respond, Gojo let out a low chuckle. "Wow, Suguru, way to charm her. Nothing says 'I'm into you' like, 'You should be dead, but you're not.'"

geto's gaze flicked to Gojo, his smile fading slightly. "And your approach is better?"

Gojo simply grinned, undeterred. "Absolutely. Watch and learn."

Huh?

He turned back to you, his hand suddenly brushing against yours where it rested on your plush thighs. The touch was light, almost accidental, but it sent a jolt through you nevertheless. "We must make a good team, right? I mean, we caught you, Japan's best assassin. That's gotta count for something."

You rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore the way your pulse quickened at his proximity to your thigh. "Congrats. Do you want a medal?"

"I'd settle for a kiss," Gojo said, winking.

"Don't push your luck," you shot back, though the corners of your mouth betrayed a faint twitch upward.

geto's eyes darkened as he watched the exchange, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He leaned back, his arms draping casually over the back of the couch next to you, but there was nothing casual about the way his gaze lingered on you, capturing every curve your body had to offer.

"So what's it going to be?" Geto asked, his voice low and smooth, just for you to hear. "Are you going to keep pretending you're not enjoying this, or are you finally going to admit that you don't hate us as much as you'd like to?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat as Geto shifted closer. His presence was magnetic, and the intensity in his eyes made it hard to look away.

Gojo, never one who wants to be outdone, mirrored his partner's movement, leaning in on your other side. "Careful, Suguru," he said, his tone playful yet carrying a sharp edge to it. "you're starting to sound possessive to the sweetie here."

Geto smirked, his gaze flicking briefly to Gojo before returning to you. "Maybe I am. Who knows?"

The air between the three of you grew heavy, charged with an unspoken challenge. As much as you hated to admit it, the thought of being caught between these two beans was becoming harder and harder to resist with each passing heartbeat. 

"So, what now?" you asked, cursing to yourself at how quiet your voice was, waiting in hidden anticipation.

"Now," Geto said, his hand brushing against yours with deliberate slowness, "we make sure you understand just how serious we are."

 Gojo's grin turned wicked, and he leaned even closer, his warm breath fanning against your cheek. "And maybe, just maybe, you'll realize you're better off with us than against us, especially when you work for Toji."

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. Of course they knew who you worked for. They were probably feigning ignorance when they pestered you with all of those previous questions. 

Gojo's lips were a whisper away from yours, hot breath trickling against your skin. His hand curled under your jaw, tilting your face upward as his thumb brushed along your lower lip.  Your body betrayed you, leaning instinctively into his touch, but a dark chuckle from Geto pulled your attention back to him. His hand slid deliberately from your hip to your waist, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"You shouldn't let him have all the fun, you know," Geto said, his voice smooth and velvety, vibrating against your neck as he leaned in just as close as Gojo was. His lips grazed your skin, just below your ear, leaving the faintest of kisses. "He tends to get greedy."

"And you don't?" you managed to whisper, your voice trembling as your heart pounded within your chest.

Geto smirked against your skin, his breath hot against yours. "Maybe, but I've always been better at sharing."

Gojo's grin widened at that, a flash of mischief in his blue eyes. "She's not wrong, Suguru~. You can get pretty greedy-just in quieter ways." The way everything felt, how they touched you, how their gaze lingered a little longer than it should. It made you feel a certain way, a feeling that you couldn't bury even if you tried-not when you were sandwiched between two hot men who captured you.

You want them. No, you need them. holding back and pretending was just too much for you to bear anymore.

Gojo's gaze lingered on your soft lips, admiring them, and a female of lust burned deeply within him. His lips finally claimed yours the second time that night, soft at first, then pressing harder as his confidence grew. His kiss was beautifully dizzying, a mix of passion and playfulness that left you breathless.

Before you could wrap your arms around his neck as he pressed closer to you, before you could lose yourself entirely to him, Geto tugged you back, his fingers brushing along your jawline as he forced you to lock eyes with his sharp gaze. His eyes burned with intensity, darker and more calculated lust than Gojo's wild energy. "Don't forget about me," he muttered before his lips captured yours.

"Hey! Suguru!" came Gojo's whiney voice as he clung onto the dip of your hips, his thumb making soothing circles as your lips were getting devoured by his partner.

Geto's kiss was different-slower, deeper, more deliberate. The way his hand slid up made it clear he wasn't in any sort of rush. his thumb stroked the side of your throat, eliciting a quiet gasp that only turned him on, causing a throaty groan to escape only to be muffled by your lips.

When you pulled back, your lips tingling and your breath uneven, you were beginning to be acutely aware of both men-the way Gojo's slender fingers trailing along the hem of your shirt, Geto's veiny still resting firmly against your throat, squeezing it just enough. Their touches were possessive yet teasing, as if silently daring you to take the lead.

You tried every bit of your fiber to resist them, but you were far too deep in the rabbit hole to back out now. You bit your lip, a soft whimper slipping past as Gojo tugged your shirt a little higher, revealing your bra. With dancing fingers, he unhooked it and let his hand teasingly roam across your boobs, while Geto's mouth pressed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck.

"Don't keep us waiting, sweetheart," Gojo murmured, his voice thick with desire as his tongue flicked your already hard nipples. "Tell us what you want.”

Part 2 when??? If you want one, ask in the comments

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Hi! How have you been?

Can i request an ex- to lovers fic with Paul? in wich he's already in a relationship but he meets the reader again and they start seeing each other again

hey! i’ve been groovy how about you ? sure you can ❤️ hope you enjoy :)

revolving door - paul x reader

The words were heartless. It's something that you'll never forget. It was one of the things that always lurked in the back of your mind.

Certain songs were skipped, certain movies were left unwatched and even certain restaurants were forbidden in your mind. It all webbed back to him.

Dating around seemed pointless, you often found yourself comparing them to him. It's been two whole years and you knew for a fact he had moved on. He had the face and personality for it.

Life seems to show you how much of a revolving door it could be when you were sitting in a bakery with a crossword puzzle, pen in hand.

The door opened and closed as you munched on your baked treat but a familiar voice ordering their favourite desert made your heart stop.

You had no plans on seeing him, you were in lounge clothes and you internally kicked yourself for not being dressed at your very best. It was an easy Sunday and you didn't expect to run into familiar faces. Especially his.

You weren't ready. Scooping your belongings, your hand didn't even push open the door until a statement made you reconsider your actions.

"You still got that damn hoodie."

You relax your shoulders, you hated the way the statement made you smile a bit. He always made a tense situation so easily eased.

Sitting across from each other as he stuffed his mouth, a flaw that you used to tease him about, you ask him the important question that would separate you from him.

"So, how you been?"

"Pretty good. Same shit but different day."

"I know that's a lie." you say as you fidget with your small booklet. He reached over and slid it from your grasp and flipped it open.

"I thought you said that these were for old ladies?"

You chuckle, familiar butterflies emerged deep within you. You remember exactly the conversation of when you said that.

"I don't know. They might've been onto something." you admit.

"Well, you'll never guess but guess what game I picked up."

"Mmm.. What?"

"I told you to guess."

"But, you just said that I will never guess. So, which one is it?"

The smile beamed out of his mouth, "Chess."

"Get the fuck out of here." you chuckle.

"I'm serious."

"I can still beat you no matter how good you've gotten."

You were skilled at the game, even winning majority of your time in chess clubs. Even going as far as competing in local competitions in community centers.

"Yeah, right." he says humorously.

You shrug, confident in your ability.

"So, when are you trying to beat me?"

You freeze a bit as your heart stuttered.

"Um..Uh.."

"Um, uh. See, look at you." Paul mocked you.

"Shut up." you say as he chuckled deeply.

"I'm busy these days anyway. You might have to find someone else to lose to."

"My girl doesn't even know how to play."

Oh.

"Girlfriend?"

He sighed a bit, "Yeah. We've been off and on for a while now."

"So are you guys on or off right now?"

He grinned a bit as he didn’t answer for a bit, "We're on."

He always admired your wit. Something that he missed. Something that his current situation lacked.

"Well, I'm gonna head on out." you say as you rise to a stand.

"And let me guess. Go home, finish your treat and hunch over that book?"

You scoff with a laugh as you look about. That's exactly what you planned to do.

"I bet it's not better than talking to me."

"Bye, Paul."

He watched as you left out.

You stare at the vibrating phone. It was clutched in your hand as you felt the buzz of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Wow. You still have the same number...Anyway, I'm bored. What are you doing?"

"I should've blocked you."

"Ha. We both know you won't."

You shift a bit.

"Look..Um...Can we talk?"

"About what?" you say quietly.

"You might want some closure."

"Im good. Im trying to move on."

"So, you didn't move on, then?" you hear the pride in his voice. Your stomach fluttered.

"S-shut up....Where's your girlfriend? Go talk to her."

"Someone's jealous."

"Am not!"

"Are too. She's visiting her cousins. I just want to talk. I thought we're friends now."

"And who drew up that conclusion? It certainly wasn't I."

"You still live at the same place?"

You stop breathing, "Mhm."

"Cool." he hangs up.

You sigh as you didn't know what you set yourself up for.

He walks in after you open the door. You changed up the decor since the last time he seen it.

"Your style hasn't changed."

"You still don't have anything on your walls?" you say back.

"Want to come over and see?"

"No." you mutter quietly and you both sit down on the couch at the same time.

"You've always been a bad liar." he says in your ear.

You close your eyes as the goosebumps came without a fail.

"I don't get it....You broke up with me."

"And I made a mistake..."

"And whose fault is that?"

A hand cupped the side of your face as you have to look at him. You deep down wish you didn’t have to because the good times swirled in your mind. You look down.

“I still have to tell you to look at me.” he whispered with a grin.

You swallow a bit as you rise from the couch.

“I’m thirsty.”

“You’re thirsty.” he says dryly, half believing it.

“Yeah.” you say and go into the kitchen. Rising up on your ripple toes and grabbing a glass. Your arm slowly sets the cup down as you felt hands on your waist.

Slowly, you’re turned around because you don’t protest his touches.

Eyes were closed as it felt like a magical touch. His lips were better than you remembered. His hands seemed to know just how to keep you moving forward to him.

“I gotta go.” he whispered after you both reunited your mouths over and over again.

In a daze, you only nod.

The next time he came over, dinner was made. Planned to be only for you but it seemed to be a good thing that you accidentally made more than enough.

As you both sat across from each other, the “mm’s” were familiar. They showed his appreciation for the good food, but you knew that another circumstance where he would make such noise.

“You want me to help you?” he asks as he leaned against the counter as you were making dish water.

“I’m okay. I got it.” you tell him but he was already pulling the plate out of your hands.

He tells you to go sit down. He took over the station so you do go have a seat. When he’s finished. He’s rewarded with a hug.

“Can I get a kiss?” he asked in your ear. Both hands were already firm on your back.

“Um..S-sure.” you whisper.

Eyes were closed once again as the kiss happened. But this time, it was cranked up a notch. It wasn’t a simple I miss you kiss. It was more like a I need you kiss.

Panting, you find your chest exposed without even noticing.

“P-Paul. We C-can’t.” you stutter as you watch as his hands covers your chest.

“We can.” he insists.

“‘We can’t.” you whisper as he bends a bit to attach his mouth.

“We can.” he says and a breathy noise escape from your lips as his tongue covered what his hand were covering.

As you both were naked, pressed together in bed. He snored softly in your ear. You only wake up because of soft buzzing.

The name and picture brought you back to reality as you look at his phone on the nightstand. You sigh a bit to yourself as you didn’t wake him. He looked too peaceful. You hated that you thought that. It was your downfall.

You didn’t care about anything but the fact that he was back with you. Even if it was in this circumstance.