#no way to anticipate. only to react and try not to burn

[bookwyrminspiration]

Honestly it makes zero sense that Fintan doesn't have burn scars.

Like even if he found a way to be immune to everblaze when he blew up Oblivimyre he definitely didn't know how to do that when he first started messing around with it.

My only possible (but weak) argument to that is that I'm assuming Fintan, in order to be able to call down everblaze at all, was already very proficient and skilled in typical pyrokinesis. So even though the flames don't behave the same, he's not a complete novice and may be able to take things step by step based on the vast knowledge he already has. Being very controlled as he familiarizes himself with everblaze's unique properties before ever using it in a larger capacity, and thus avoiding burns.

However, the thing about learning is that you make mistakes, so it would make a lot of sense for Fintan to have made said mistakes and have burns. Although! Just thought of a second thing! Just because he's not immune to the burns doesn't mean he has to scar. With the Lost Cities advances medicine, who's to say they don't have very effective burn treatment that prevents scarring--provided it's not too severe and is administered in time. So perhaps those mistakes while he was being cautious were minor enough they could be healed, and now he's proficient enough to not burn himself.

Slightly related thought: do you ever wonder how the fuck the elves discovered/created frissyn? The one and only thing able to stop everblaze? it's such a complicated recipe, but it's also the kind of thing you only discover via necessity. They're not going to make a solution to an unstoppable fire...unless there's an unstoppable fire. So sometimes I wonder what went down and how on earth they came up with frissyn.

Back to your point though! It would make more sense for Fintan to have burn scars, you're very right. Perhaps they weren't because they're considered visually unappealing? Or because it would create more similarities than wanted between his and Brant's character design? Whatever the miraculous reasoning, it would be realistic if he had them and also provide more consequence and intrigue to his desires and character.

[tojisun]

!! nsfw; threesome (the sex doesn’t happen tho LOL); shifting povs; sorta pt 02 of this

"do you feel nervous when i stare?" he asks.

it is a soft question, rumbled from the base of his throat tentatively as though not to spook you. still it makes you flinch, body locking on the bed as you shift your anxious eyes towards him.

john, he said when he introduced himself to you. call me john.

you were so enamoured at finally seeing him—you traced the way the skin around his eyes were wrinkled in his smile, or how the careful rise of his lips were hidden behind the tufts of his beard. you couldn’t even contain the bubbling feeling pooling in your heart, excitement and nervousness mixing in miasmic waves because there he was, just as kind as simon told you he would be. just as careful.

simon promised you that the most, after all.

("cap'n's soft," he murmured as he held your hand, his thumb swiping along the ridges of your knuckles. "he tries to deny it but we've all seen how he indulges."

he turned to you then, expression unreadable even in the absence of his mask. simon studied your face, searching for something, until he stopped—you wondered then if he found whatever it was he had been looking for—and brushed his knuckle against your cheek instead.

"y’ve got nothin’ to worry about." he met your gaze again. "he’d love you just as much.")

you never once doubted him, of course, but you’ve only ever been with simon. only ever had to be conscious of his gaze, only ever had to work for his desire—not that you needed to do much, or so simon tells you. 

you don’t know how to exist for someone that isn’t simon and his attentiveness—burning in the way he bears down onto you, pressing himself against your tender parts to devour your gasps and your whimpers. 

you don’t know how to be desirable for someone that isn’t simon.

but—

john looks at you like you’ve ignited the same fire that burns within simon’s eyes. it’s all so feverish, rippling in magnitudes, until the slow trickle engulfs you whole. it makes you squirm, feeling so constrained within your own body, like you need to be doing something more than sitting before john like a pretty prize.

too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice the familiar bearing presence beside you until a rough hand pinches your chin to make your head tilt up. you bite down on a choked gurgle of your surprise, trying your best not to react, but your efforts don’t matter much, anyway. not when trained eyes pick up at the tremors of your hands and at the way your breaths pass through in quiet wheezes.

simon locked gazes with his captain from the top of your head, but john only looks at him with the same small smile, the one that always spoke of how pleased he is. it makes simon turn to you, his own body thrumming with the muted press of his desires. 

“won’t you answer him, love?” he croons, pulling you from the depths of your thoughts—see, captain? aren’t i good?—and watches with nothing short of pride as you nod.

john devours the sight you and simon make with anticipation, pretending that his cock isn’t heavy from where it’s pressed on the inside of his thigh. 

he doesn’t even know how long he’s waited for this day; for the time when he finally gets you and simon both. all he knew was that the wait was torturous, tipping his desperation into its ragged course, forcing him to suppress his wants by burning through work with wild ferocity. not even his fist had been enough on the days when the need was yowling from his jowls. 

so when simon had finally stumbled into his office, his own body poised like a taut string, john realized what it was that he came to price for. 

he felt like a rabid dog that was told that he could bite; that he could sink his fangs into the soft parts of the flesh he caved so that he may feast. 

“yes,” you finally murmur, beautiful in your bashfulness, answering his question—do you feel nervous when i stare?—with honesty.

“y’r just.” you pause to lick at your lips. “y’r just so much more than what i thought.”

“oh?” john asks, intrigued. “and you don’t like that?”

“i do.”

simon and john watch as you clench your hands into fists, eyes ducking down again in your shyness. the tension is building, amping up heatedly, and they wonder if you’re even aware of what you do to them.

“i just don’t know how you’d like me.”

such a soft sentiment—you worry about how john would like you as if you haven’t been the fuel of his carnal dreams. as if he hadn’t stayed awake at night, holding himself in his fist as he imagined how you would sound when he’s taking you; how you would look when you’re at the precipice of your pleasure. would you cry? would you whimper? would you hold onto him as though that would ground you from the apex of your euphoria?

don’t you know? he’s saved every video that simon sent to him?

“y’ve got nothin’ to worry about, doll,” john grunts as he leans back against his seat.

he pats his lap. “c’mere an’ i’ll show you what you do to me.”

you clamber to your feet, stumbling over in your wobbling excitement. it’s endearing, how you’re just as much desperate for him as he is to you.

john tilts his head just enough to meet simon’s eyes, mirth building at ghost’s obedience. he’s been silent, watching, devouring the way you and john gravitated towards each other like a man starved. john knows what he must be waiting for.

he hums to himself as hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you to his lap, his other hand rising to cup at your cheek, desperate to touch you every way he can. still, there’s something else he wants to do. so he twists you just enough that your head is resting on his shoulder and tipped to the lone body on the bed with interest.

(simon knew it. you look absolutely heart-shattering with his captain.)

“you too boy,” john barks out, his heart lurching at simon’s full-body tremble. “don’t you want y’r reward?”

your fists grip the scruff of john’s shirt and he wonders, so choked up with his anticipation, if you haven’t seen simon like this. if simon was always the dominant one between you two; the one who always demanded things off you.

(oh but you have seen simon in his submission. gods, you have. and he was so beautiful then, whining to you as he humped his cock into the warm press of your walls, his face nuzzling the column of your neck as though that would muffle his pleasured hymns.

as though you couldn’t feel just how beautiful your perfect love is in the throes of his bliss, trembling, mewling. splintering, unable to force himself back into the mask of his indifference.)

you watch as simon rouses from the bed, slow like he is postured for his own hunt. it makes you ache, unable to discern exactly why all of you fit with each other, just that you do. you’re not even torn between who to bend over to—john had made sure you and simon knew it was him who will call the shots.

simon’s hand falls on the valley of your spine, caressing you, before he pitches forward, hovering before john.

it’s john who gives him the kiss—the reward, as sweet as eden.

and right there, as they lose themselves, you know nothing else could ever be as erotic as this.

me too, you want to say, i want one too. but they’re already shifting, muscles rippling, as they turn to you—a prey caught in between.

[zwhoreo]

what would happen if Luffy ans reader have a Big argument ?

ty for the request!! :) this is my angstiest one yet ooo (but I could never have a non-happy ending)

careless scars - luffy x gn!reader

angst (fluffy ending)

summary: luffy recklessly abandons you in a dangerous situation to find and save zoro, and you get injured. your feelings are hurt and your heart is broken, and your ensuing fight with luffy leaves you not speaking for days. until, of course, you find each other again for comfort

contains: distressing emotional situations, reader hits luffy, everyone is sad, but happy/comforting ending <3

words: 2.4k

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The dungeon is dark and Luffy holds you. Only his precarious torch guides you through the midnight catacombs, knee-deep in dark water, you’re terrified and shaking and Luffy’s hand on your waist is the only thing you have right now. He’s tight-lipped and facing straight ahead, you’re wordless, you hope you aren’t lost.

Evading the monsters of the dungeon has taken a lot out of you, mentally and physically, as you and the crew have battled for escape and now it feels like hours since you’ve all been separated, terrified and in a ceaseless search for light. Luffy wouldn’t leave your side, partly because you’ve clung to him this whole time, you had lost your cutlass and twisted your ankle, your shirt is torn, you’re very vulnerable and you need him. You’re not proud of it, usually you’re reliable and independent, usually you’re someone Luffy can count on to do well on your own, even in the worst of times, but today isn’t like that. He can tell by how your nails dig into his shoulders.

Every corner turn feels agonizingly slow, your organs tightening with each knot of anticipation, there can only be death or light or more darkness and the three possibilities war within you with every step. Dust falls from the dungeon ceiling. Stone creaks, how far are you below the sky? Not knowing when you’ll find the exit, or when you’ll find your friends, or if they’ll make it out too, you’re left in a limbo of uncertainty and dread. You’re forced to move slowly because of your ankle, you’ve been trying to walk it off but the unclean saltwater is making the inflammation burn.

A scream echoes through the tunnel in front of you, freezing you and Luffy in place. You know that voice, it’s Zoro, tinny and distorted from the stone and water but so real and so filled with agony and desperation. It’s a call for help.

“ZORO!” Luffy yells back, his heart pounding in his chest, breathing becoming erratic, “please! Where are you??”

But there’s no answer. Luffy turns to you, fear-filled eyes watering, and he places a hand on your shoulder, determination filling his voice.

“Stay here. I need to go help Zoro. I’ll be back for you, [name].” And before you have a chance to react he lets go of your body, your warmth and light leaving you, racing off down the corridor and disappearing.

You trip and fall to your knees without him, soaking you up to your waist. You’re left with nothing and no one and you’re too scared even to scream. You can’t do anything, left weaponless and injured, the water ripples around you and you can’t even move. And you’re forced to wait like this until sound ricochets behind you, an inhuman and ancient sound, the water exploding around you and stone crunching as if it were sand. Writhing, ink-black eels with unseeing eyes and too-symmetrical fangs are bursting from the walls in a tidal wave of suffocation, blood-lust for your fear. You can tell they’re eels from the way they squirm and splash against your body, and the walls cave in and stone tumbles upon you, but it’s only these sensations of pain and cacophonic sound that guide you to your horrible new reality because there’s no light anymore, not at all. Immobile, all you can do is scream and swing wildly with your hands as you’re dragged to the ground, plunged beneath the water that now grows thick with the fallen stone and with your blood.

You’re convinced for a moment that you’ve died, your brain can’t process the warmth and the flood of air to your lungs. Your eyes fly open as you soar from the ground, carried securely as the ceiling overhead shatters, you’re drowned in beautiful, beautiful light and sky at last. You’re laying bridal-style in Sanji’s arms, with one powerful kick he’s freed you both from the dungeon, the island luckily not far above. You look up at him, your head resting against his chest, he’s breathing heavily, staring stoically upwards. It’s all over.

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You wake up in Chopper’s office. Your head is ringing and you feel so heavy, and your left leg is numb, and the whole room is blurry. Chopper rushes over to you, hopping up on a stool and resting a hoof on your shoulder.

“[Name]! Oh, I’m so glad you’re awake, how’re you feeling?” he says, smiling down at you.

“Not… ah, I mean, my leg just…”

“Mm. You got a pretty big gash on your lower leg. I've been trying to fight off the infections all night, but you seem to be stabilizing. It’s lucky how fast Sanji was able to find you.” Chopper’s ears twitch a bit with nerves.

“Thank you, Chopper.” You manage a smile for him. “Is everyone else ok? Did we all make it out?”

And so Chopper tells you how yes, everyone’s ok, the whole crew escaped the dungeon and found the ship again. And you and Zoro are the only two who ended up with serious injuries, Zoro with three broken ribs and you with your mauled leg. But you’ll both make full recoveries, so it’s alright. And you’re told that you’ll have to be very careful for at least a week, until the stitches and staples can be safely removed, that’s a long time to limp around the ship and lie in bed but you’re just grateful right now that everything’s all over.

Worried about Zoro and his whereabouts, Chopper leaves you to rest and stare at the ceiling. And that’s when Luffy bursts in, coming over to you and sitting on the bed, looking at you with concern. And you stare back at him, neither of you say anything, until he leans in to give you a hug and starts asking after you.

“Don’t touch me, Luffy.” You look away, your voice is ice.

He freezes. He isn’t used to this from you, he looks betrayed, a bit, and confused, this makes you feel angrier because how can he not see what he did wrong? His eyes narrow and slowly he gets up, and turns, and leaves, and now you’re here alone again.

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You’re sitting alone on the deck. You’re getting air, your leg is raw and in pain and the cool evening air is refreshing against your face. Your hands are folded in your lap, you just want to sit here in silence.

Steps you don’t want to hear, a tap on your shoulder you don’t want to feel, you don’t want Luffy to be here right now and you don’t want to have this conversation but he’s perched next to you, leaning over you. He wants a hug, probably. He misses you.

“Hey, are you mad?” he asks in a small voice, head cocked.

“Yeah,” is all you say.

He just looks at you, biting his lip.

“You left me alone in the tunnel when I was hurt. I could barely walk on my own and I didn’t have a weapon or… or anything!” Hey, no, don’t cry yet, you think to yourself. Your voice is breaking. “I really, really needed you!”

Luffy sort of curls away from you, his fists are balled tightly. “I had to help Zoro! He was in trouble! I don’t know what you wanted me to do, [name]!”

“Really? Really you don’t know?” You’re so upset and sad, you stand up to get away from him, stumbling on your burning leg, defiant. “You could’ve carried me! You could’ve put me on your back! You could at least have found somewhere dry and safe for me to hide, you could have given me a light, I don’t know, Luffy! You could have done so many things…” You’re really, truly near tears now. “I was hurt, I was defenseless, I was scared, I thought you knew all that…”

“Zoro needed my help.” Luffy is scary when he’s mad, it’s awful when he’s mad at you, when his voice gets authoritative. “I’m not sure what to say, [name], I was going to come back for you-”

“But you didn’t! Sanji saved me. I could’ve died, Luffy!”

He makes this little angry whine in his throat and then says, “I just needed to rely on you! I had to help Zoro!”

Which makes you snap. “Stop saying that!” you shout, “I was hurt and scared and I couldn’t fight!” And out of rage and cloudy pain you scream, “WHY AREN’T YOU LISTENING TO ME??” and strike Luffy across the face.

You expect this not to hurt him. It shouldn’t, not with his rubber body, it’s more a display of your deep anguish and frustration, but he cries out in pain and clutches his face. He begins to cry. Your heart is crushed into sand.

But you can’t do this anymore and you just limp away.

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These two days are so long. They’re so, so long, longer than two years. Your leg flares up in horrible, unending pain and your heart wails to you but you can’t do anything. You’re so angry. You and Luffy aren’t speaking, he avoids you, he looks away stoically when you’re close by. This has never happened to you, you miss that loving, sweet boy attached to you like a koala, you miss getting kissed, you miss everything. But neither of you know what to say. You’re both sad and torn up inside, Luffy just feels so confused and frustrated all the time now, shutting down completely.

Everyone else knows what happened. Zoro feels really terrible but he doesn’t say anything to either of you, he just retreats, cursing to himself over his own weakness, blaming himself and his vulnerability in that dungeon for hurting two of his best friends. Even with his broken ribs he trains and trains and reopens his wounds. And nobody knows how to help any of you. Not even Chopper, his pleading eyes begging Zoro to stay in bed, words stuck in his throat as he rebandages your wound, wiping blood away with shaking hooves.

But finally in the deep light of one sunset, at the end of those two days, you’re making your way slowly off of the deck when you hear your name screamed from behind.

You turn your head and Luffy scoops you up and slams you against the mast, he’s crying and shaking and holding you tightly in his arms.

“Please, please, I can’t do this anymore! I don’t wanna be mad at you, I don’t! I hate this!” he shouts in your face, voice loud and wavering.

You don’t know what to do but this feeling enveloping your body is incredible, so warm, your soul craved this in spite of it all.

“I’m so sorry, I feel so bad, I didn’t mean to get ya hurt, [name]! Oh, god…” He sinks down the mast onto the deck with you in his arms. “I don’t wanna forgive myself. I shoulda carried you, but I didn’t wanna put you in danger ‘cause I didn’t know where Zoro was, I really thought it was gonna be ok, and I was gonna come back for you, I really was!”

“Luffy… it’s ok, I’m sorry…” You wrap your arms gently around his body, your own tears coming now. “I just wanna forget all this, I hate when we’re mad at each other… I love you.”

“Mm- I love you too!” Luffy grins, eyes closed, face wet. “I just wanna keep you safe, that’s all I want.”

“It’s hard sometimes,” you whisper, “you love us so much, I know it’s hard, I know you get scared too.”

“I do get scared,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder, leaving tear streaks on your neck. “I just wanna make it all better…”

You’re smiling now. This is such a relief, such a weight off your heart, so you carefully lift his hat so you can ruffle his hair. “This is a good start.”

His hand goes to your leg, caressing timidly up and down your skin, his face is against yours but he’s looking down at your bandages, eyes scared and concerned.

“Ooh, [name], Chopper was teaching me how to make scar tissue stronger!” He taps the center of his torn chest. “You use two fingers and uh, like, make these little circles on ‘em, maybe I can do it on your wound and you can feel better?” He’s staring at you excitedly.

His kindness makes your chest feel warm. “You’re sweet, Lu, but it’s not a scar yet. You shouldn’t touch wounds when they’re fresh. I’d like that when it’s healed up, though…”

“Oh.” He’s a little disappointed, but understanding, and now he’s going back to thinking more, nibbling your shoulder a bit to get his mind working. “Sometimes when I’m hurt, Robin gives me massages. They feel real nice, do you want one?”

This sounds so good and you snuggle against him with the promise of such a perfect gift. “I’d really like that, actually. Maybe on my thigh? It’s pretty sore from all the limping.”

So Luffy leans into you in joy and relief, turning you around and pulling you into his lap, you turn your head to look up at him and everything seems to be ok now. You lay on his chest and his hands find your thigh on your hurt leg, he’s clumsy and doesn’t know what he’s doing but you feel him shivering in concentration, kneading your sore muscle with his fingers, and then with his palms, his skin smooth and calming against yours. He’s breathing softly in your ear, you close your eyes and let yourself be bathed in his touch, in his unwavering love for you.

Maybe you’ll need to have a real conversation about this with him, later. But now all you want to do is sit here against him, his weight shifting against you as he rubs your skin and hums quietly under his breath to soothe both of you.

“I love you,” you say again, very quietly, “and I’m gonna love you forever.”

He nods. He knows this well. His nose presses against your cheek, lips seeking yours, wanting to taste your words. And he echoes, “me too. Forever.”

[dontyouworrydaddy]

First of all, let me tell you about how much I love your blog and your writing style. Your fics quality is top notch and I giggle like an idiot every time I see a new post from you. So, if it's ok with you can you write about our favorite COD men (including daddy Konig and Simon) whose SO keeps getting texts from her asshole ex - some of them begging to take him back and others borderline threatening, like "who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?" etc. And our boys accidentally see these texts. How would they react to that situation? Thank you so much :)

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒

Task Force 141 (+König) x fem! reader

You have no idea how much I appreciate these kind words. Like you literally just made me CRY because I‘m so happy to hear that. You guys motivate me to keep writing fr🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 I love you so much and I‘m so thankful to you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also I love the idea oh my god. I can imagine them being super mad at him and be like as soon as she’s sleeping I‘m gonna haunt that mf and be super caring and not leaving your side until you’re okay again. AHHHH I have so many ideas I can’t put them all into words😮‍💨😫😫

I hope you enjoy this fanfic! Thank you again for the kind words, I really do appreciate it❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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König

König found himself in a situation he hadn't anticipated. As he and you went about your daily lives, a series of text messages from your ex started flooding your phone. König couldn't help but catch glimpses of these messages, each one more distressing than the last.

I know you miss me

I still have that red dress from you…

You can stop acting like you don’t need me anymore and just come back ;)

You date insecure guys now? Wow Y/N… I mean I knew I was the best for you but I didn’t expect that low from you

I saw you the other day… You got a lot sexier ;))

I miss you so much baby. I love you…

They were filled with toxic words, attempting to undermine the happiness you had found with König.

Upon stumbling upon these messages, König's usually calm and composed demeanor wavered, replaced by a mix of concern and protectiveness. He couldn't fathom why someone would target you in such a hurtful way and it stirred a fire within him that burned with a fierce determination to shield you from harm.

His grip tightened around his phone as he confronted you, his voice laced with worry. "Schatz, what is this? Who is sending you these messages?" His eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and concern burning in their depths. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was more angry at himself because he feels like he failed as a boyfriend. His only mission is to make you feel comfortable and it feels like he failed at it. Because you didn’t talk to him…

You took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come to open up and share the painful truth. "It's my ex. He's been unable to let go and now he's trying to sabotage our relationship. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's becoming overwhelming."

The weight of your words settled between you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. König's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he reached out, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Liebling" he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you and together we'll navigate through this storm."

His words were like a balm to your soul, offering solace and reassurance in a world that felt suddenly tumultuous. You found strength in his unwavering support, knowing that you didn't have to battle your ex's toxicity alone.

With each new text that appeared on your phone, König became even more resolved to protect you. He devised a plan to confront your ex, making it clear that his attempts to sow discord and threaten your happiness would not be tolerated.

But König's reaction wasn't solely driven by anger. It was driven by love and a deep understanding of the pain you were experiencing. He knew that these messages were more than just words on a screen…they were emotional daggers that pierced your heart. And he will make sure that your ex will never bother you again. Trust him.

Simon Riley

In the midst of it all the chaos he‘s been through, there was you, a source of light and solace that gave his dead life light. The two of you navigated the challenges of life together, an unwelcome presence lingered, threatening to disrupt the tranquility you had built.

But you were constantly tormented by text messages from your ex Josh. The messages were a relentless barrage of mixed emotions, ranging from desperate pleas for reconciliation to menacing threats aimed at undermining your newfound happiness. It was a constant reminder of a past you were trying to move beyond. It was always him trying to manipulate you into leaving Simon and go back to him.

One fateful evening, as you lay beside Simon, your phone illuminated with yet another message from your ex. Simon, ever vigilant and protective, caught a glimpse of the text and as soon as he read the words "I still think about you when I’m on my bed alone", anger flashed in his eyes. He knew about your crazy ex.

Concern etched across his face as he realized the torment you had been enduring in silence. You turn your phone around and looked up at Simon. So many emotions were written on his face that made you tear up.

Carefully, Simon pulled you into his arms, offering a comforting embrace. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing as he reassured you that you were safe with him. In that moment, he became your shield, determined to protect you from the darkness that lurked in your past.

As you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you, Simon's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and anger. He couldn't bear to see you suffer any longer. Resolute, he rose from the bed, leaving you in peaceful slumber and made his way to confront the source of your personal torture.

Due to his Job, it was easy for him to find out where he was living. And with determination etched upon his features, Simon found himself standing outside your ex's residence. He had no intention of resorting to violence, but his presence alone was enough to unnerve the cowardly individual who had been preying on your vulnerability.

As the door swung open, revealing your ex's face, a mix of surprise and fear washed over him. Before he could utter a single word, Simon's voice rang out with authority. "Leave her alone mate. If you ever come near her again, you'll regret it. And I‘m not a man to play fucking games with"

Josh felt the weight of Simon's unwavering resolve, cowered beneath his gaze. Fear clouded his eyes as he stammered out a half-hearted apology. Without further hesitation, Simon turned on his heel and walked away, leaving your ex to contemplate the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, back at home, you stirred awake, finding Simon by your side, his gaze filled with comfort and love. Wordlessly, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close, and kissed your forehead with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "You're safe with me. Always."

In that moment, you knew that Simon was not only your lover but your guardian, a force that would go to any lengths to shield you from harm. And as you drifted back into a peaceful sleep, your heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that you were truly cherished by the man who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

John MacTavish

You felt a mixture of frustration and fear as your ex continued to invade your life. The messages ranged from desperate pleas for reconciliation to thinly veiled threats, designed to unsettle and intimidate you. The constant reminders of your past were enough to make anyone's heart race and palms sweat.

One chance. Please baby.

Are you really dating a scottish man? You‘ve sunk so low.

One evening, as you and John were relaxing together, the barrage of texts became too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, you pulled out your phone, revealing the string of toxic messages that had invaded your peaceful sanctuary.

I will have you back, I‘m waiting baby.

John's eyes widened as he read the manipulative words that spilled across the screen. Without hesitation, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He understood the fear and turmoil that consumed you and he was determined to be your shield, protecting you from the pain of your past. His voice, laced with a mixture of concern and determination, filled the room.

"Baby" John spoke softly, "I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

His comforting words and his strong embrace provided a temporary respite from the torment. As exhaustion claimed you, sleep finally descended upon your weary mind and body. Unbeknownst to you, John's resolve had been steeled.

As you slept, John quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing with purpose as he made his way towards your ex's location. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify the intensity of his emotions. Anger simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a force ready to be unleashed upon the person who had dared to threaten the newfound happiness he shared with you.

John's arrival sent a shockwave through your ex's world. The smug arrogance that had permeated his messages quickly evaporated as he realized the true extent of John's determination. Fear replaced bravado, and he attempted to escape from the formidable soldier who now stood before him.

But there was no escape. John, fueled by a protective instinct, pursued your ex relentlessly, his presence an indomitable force that left no room for evasion. "Text my girl ever again and oh boy you wish your mom never gave birth to you" Cornered and overwhelmed, your ex succumbed to his fear and fled, leaving behind the remnants of a broken ego.

As John returned to your side, a mix of relief and admiration washed over him. The confrontation had served its purpose: to ensure your safety and send a clear message to anyone who dared to threaten your peace of mind.

You awoke to find John by your side, his features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the window. His eyes met yours, filled with a blend of tenderness and determination.

"He won't bother you again," John assured you, his voice unwavering. "I'll always protect you, no matter what."

In that moment, as you gazed into the depths of John's unwavering devotion, you knew that you were not alone. With him by your side, you felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

John Price

You had tried to move on from the toxic relationship that had left scars on your heart. But your ex refused to let go, bombarding you with text messages that ranged from desperate pleas to borderline threats. Each message chipped away at your sense of peace and security.

One evening, as you sat with John, sharing the burden of your past, a notification flashed across your phone screen. The words that appeared before you were a cruel reminder of the darkness that still lingered.

Who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?

Your heart sank as you realized John had caught a glimpse of the message. The look in his eyes, a mix of concern and anger, mirrored the tumultuous emotions raging within you.

John's voice was steady, but determination laced his words. "Baby, I can't stand by and let this continue. He needs to understand that his behavior is unacceptable and that he must leave you alone."

A mix of fear and relief washed over you, knowing that John would go to such lengths to protect you. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to move on and leave this behind. But it’s getting so difficult" All night he did nothing but hold you as you cried because the memories kept adding up. And John did nothing but kiss and hold you the entire night.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, John prepared to leave for what appeared to be a simple grocery shopping.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, anxiety and anticipation mingling within you. Hours passed and just when doubt threatened to seep into your thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of John's footsteps approaching the door.

His face bore the signs of a confrontation, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. John took you in his arms, holding you tightly, as if to shield you from the remnants of the past that clung to your spirit.

"He won't bother you again" he whispered, his voice filled with an unyielding resolve. "I made it clear that his actions were unacceptable. He knows the consequences if he dares to cross that line." and you knew that he went over and made it clear to him to never text you ever again.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of gratitude and relief streaming down your cheeks. You gazed into John's eyes, overwhelmed by the love and protection he offered so selflessly.

"I don't know how to thank you, John," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've given me a sense of safety and peace that I thought I had lost forever."

His grip tightened, his voice a comforting reassurance. "You don't have to thank me, my love. It's what love does. It protects and empowers. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

Kyle Garrick

You stood there, reading the text messages that illuminated your phone screen, each word like a dagger to your heart. The messages from your ex, filled with desperation and anger were a painful reminder of a past you desperately wanted to forget. His words were like poison, seeping into your thoughts and threatening to unravel the happiness you had found with Kyle. The man you want to share your life with.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, hoping to bury the unsettling messages deep within your mind, you heard a gasp from behind you. Turning, you saw Kyle, his eyes fixated on the screen, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"Love?" he murmured, his voice laced with sympathy and a fire burning within, "I didn't realize you were going through this. I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain of the messages threatening to overwhelm you. But Kyle, ever the steadfast protector, closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His words, infused with a fierce protectiveness, resonated within you. As he held you close, you felt a sense of safety and reassurance wash over you, erasing the fear and uncertainty that had plagued your heart.

Days passed and Kyle prepared for his next mission, a dangerous assignment that would take him away from you for a while. But before he left, he made a promise to himself, and to you. He would confront your ex, ensuring that he never dared to disturb your peace again.

As he set out on his mission, he carried with him the weight of your trust and the burning desire to protect you from harm. And when the time came, bruised and battered, he sought out your ex, determined to make him understand the consequences of his actions.

Face to face, Kyle confronted the man who had caused you so much pain, his eyes ablaze with an unwavering resolve. Your ex, taken aback by the sight of Kyle's injuries, cowered before him, realizing the severity of his actions. He pleaded for mercy, promising to leave you alone for good.

Kyle’s voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument, made it clear that any further harassment or threat would be met with severe consequences.

When he finally returned home, weary but determined, you met him at the door. The weight of the past seemed to dissolve as he enveloped you in his arms, the warmth of his embrace erasing the remnants of fear and doubt. In that moment, you knew that together, you could face anything.

After seeing him all bruised up but with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. In his embrace, you found healing. The scars of the past fading into insignificance compared to the love that bloomed between you. Together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the strength of your bond and the knowledge that no matter what, you were not alone.

[a060403]

𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, fingering, edging, blowjob, slapping, cum licking, dark!miguel, free use, throat fuck, explicit language, heavy smut, not proofread, long story ahead, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, you thoroughly did the household chores, with the music enveloping the house in its energetic rhythm, immersing you in the task at hand. Amidst the beat, the door opened and Miguel stepped inside completely drained. He released a heavy sigh, dropping his belongings onto the couch before walking toward the kitchen. You were too busy to hear the door let alone notice his presence behind you. Miguel observed you with a faint smirk, swaying your hips to the music. Stealthily, he made his way towards you, a quiet yet mischievous presence.

You turned around, startled by his sudden appearance. Your heart raced as he stood there, watching you sway to the music. His smirk sent shivers down your spine - a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Did you need something?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure. But inside, you knew that tonight would be different. The tension between you had been building for weeks, and now it seemed like fate had brought you together under these intimate circumstances.

Miguel took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I was thirsty for water but I think I need something else besides that now,” he said softly, his voice rough with desire. “Something to help me forget about my day.” Before you could react, he was upon you, his hands running up your arms as he pulled you close. Your bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire that neither of you could contain any more.

He bent you over the countertop, your cheek hitting the cold tiled surface. You tried to squirm away, but his grip on your arms was too strong. His eyes burned into yours as he ripped the thin material covering your legs, exposing your wetness to him.

“Miguel,” you whispered, hoping that he would relent and let you go. But he only stared at the sight of having you like this - trapped, submissive, and helpless. He rubbed himself onto you, the heat of his erection pressing against your still-clothed pussy, he smirked. “You're already this wet? I haven't even done anything yet, cariño.”

Your heart raced as he continued to tease you, his smirk never leaving his face. Suddenly, a hard slap fell on your ass cheeks - the first of many more to come. “Stop it!” you cried out in pain and humiliation. But he only laughed, seemingly enjoying this power trip too much to stop now.

Slap after slap, each one harder than the last, leaving behind a stinging sensation that refused to go away. You tried squirming and twisting to escape his grasp, but it was futile against his strength.

By the time he finally stopped, your ass felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down your face as you waited for what would happen next. You froze as you felt his hot breath on the side of your face. His lips grazed the soft skin of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Does it hurt? Tell me, amor. Does it hurt?”

Before you could respond, another hard slap landed on your burning ass cheeks. “Yes! Yes! It hurts!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “It hurts!” He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I don't believe you,” he growled, his voice dark and threatening. You felt a jolt of fear go through you as his fingers dipped inside your folds, soaked with your arousal. “See… If it hurts, I don't think you'd be dripping like this. Completely soaked like a fucking whore.” As he spoke, he pushed his fingers deep into you, finding your entrance and thrusting into you slowly.

Your lips trembled, unable to hide the conflicting emotions that raged within you. A delicate shiver danced across your mouth, an intricate blend of the delightful tingling of pleasure and the subtle twinge of pain. You closed your eyes, trying to block out everything except for the sensations he was giving you. His fingers were moving inside you, finding your sensitive spots and teasing them mercilessly. Every time you thought you couldn't take anymore, he would find a way to push your boundaries just a little further.

As you moaned his name, your body arched towards him unconsciously, begging for more. You had never felt so alive, so vulnerable, so exposed. And yet, there was something about this feeling that made you crave it even more. The pace of his fingers quickened, pushing you closer to your impending orgasm. “Miguel,” you cried out, your walls clenching around his fingers as they pushed deeper inside you.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, and for a moment, you let yourself bask in this feeling of pleasure. But just as you were about to climax, he pulled his fingers out - leaving your cunt clamping down on nothing but air. You gasped, the sudden loss of stimulation making you feel even more exposed and vulnerable than before. Tears stung your eyes as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

He pulled your body up and turned you around to face him. A satisfied smirk was on his lips as he wiped away your tears. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

“Miguel please...” you whimpered, unable to look at him. But he silenced you with a kiss on your temple. “Shh. On your knees querida,” he growled. “No he terminado aún.” With shaking hands, you obeyed his command. Kneeling before him, you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. His hardened cock poked out from his pants, demanding attention.

He freed his cock from his pants, already hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and threatening. You hesitated for a moment before obeying. Slowly, you opened your mouth, feeling the anticipation build up inside of you. Without warning, he pushed his cock into your mouth, filling it to the brim with his size. You gagged around him, trying not to choke on him as he began to thrust in and out of your throat. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he took what he wanted from you.

Every time he pulled out, he'd smear the pre-cum across your lips, teasing you with the taste of your own desire. And every time he pushed back in, it felt like he was invading your very soul.

This wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

He needed more.

With rough hands, he gripped your head and forced your mouth open wider. Then, without warning, he pushed the full length of his thick cock inside your mouth. His cock head pushed against the back of your throat, causing you to gag and choke on him as he filled you up completely. From outside, his cock's bulge was visible even as it disappeared into your throat. His eyes were wild, his breathing labored as he pushed further and further into you, taking what he wanted without any care or consideration for your limits.

“Fuck, that's it. That's— fucking— it”

You could feel his heat inside you, searing you from the inside out. It felt like he was branding you with his desire, leaving a mark that you would never forget. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you feel the air escape your lungs. Suffocation was just around the corner, and your vision began to blur.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth for a split second before pushing it back in again, harder this time. With each thrust of his hips, he was completely fucking your mouth, taking everything you had to give and more.

His hands gripped tightly onto your head, holding you in place as he took control of the situation. You were nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, and he intended to use you until there was nothing left inside of you. “I'm close Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking close querida—fuck!

His thrusts became more messy and relentless, his breathing heavy, beads of sweat on his beautiful brown skin. He fucked your mouth harder, pleasure coursing through his whole body as finally reached euphoria. With a loud groan, he exploded inside you, his hot cum filling your mouth to the brim. You swallowed it all down eagerly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

He pulled out of your mouth, his cock still hard and leaking. He looked down at you with a mix of desire and satisfaction. With a slow, deliberate motion, he stroked his cock, shooting his remaining cum onto your face until it was dripping with his seed. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as the sensation of his cum washed over you.

“So fucking beautiful.”

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[froggibus]

Just Pretend - Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Pairing: Stu Macher x f! Reader x Billy Loomis (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: after begging your boyfriend to ruin you, you’re surprised to see his best friend waiting in the corner for his turn (This is the sequel to The Death of Peace of Mind!!)

CW: DUBCON, threesome, dvp, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, unprotected sex (make good choices), biting, manhandling, face fucking, blood play, reader faints, aftercare!! kinda wholesome at the end I promise

this is the part 2 to this! I was super excited to write this and I kinda like how it turned out. I really wanna write more scream/horror content in general so maybe we’ll see more of that this summer, who knows.

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You look up at the masked men above you through bleary eyes, straining your hands against the metal cuffs. Your poor pussy is already swollen and abused as is, leaking juices down your thighs and onto your bedsheets. Your head is fuzzy from the bloodloss, the cut on your collarbone still leaking down your chest.

Billy can’t help but lick his lips at the sight of you writing there. He’d already watched Stu rail you into oblivion, boxers stained with pre at the thought of taking his turn immediately after. 

Billy kneels on the bed next to you running a cold hand up your thigh. The tip of his finger brushes your clit and the cold feels so good against your burning heat. 

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he turns to the other Ghostface. “You really did a number on it.”

You clench around the air at his words and both boys watch, mesmerised. 

Stu kneels on your other side. “So needy, too. How many times do you need to cum until you’re satisfied, hm?”

“M not needy.”

Billy pulls his hand away and laughs at the way you squirm, silently begging for more. Billy pulls his cock out of his boxers and strokes it against your thigh, gathering up the juices that glisten on your skin. 

You wiggle in anticipation, trying to force your hips down on him. Billy shoots Stu a look, “hold her still, would ya?”

Your boyfriend crawls up next to you, lifting you up so you’re laying against his chest. He keeps his arms around your waist, kissing down your neck. His teeth graze your pulse point and a whine leaves your throat. Billy takes that as a chance to force his cock inside of you, spreading you apart. 

He can’t help but groan. You’re so wet and warm and ready for him. He can feel Stu’s cum inside of you, trying to leak out. Don’t worry—he’ll keep you nice and full. Your pussy clenches around him desperately, walls fluttering in anticipation. He pulls out and slams his hips into you, all of the breath leaving your body. 

He’s not as long as Stu, he doesn’t quite reach the deepest parts of you, but he’s thick and it’s enough to stretch you out and make you shiver. Stu licks the blood off of your neck, playing with your nipples while his best friend ruthlessly fucks into you. 

You’re writhing between them, every breathy word that leaves your throat echoes in your ears. You can barely make out what you’re saying. Your brain is hardly working, your body reacts completely on instinct, and it’s asking for more. And they want to give it to you. 

It’s not long before you’re spasming in Stu’s arms, your pussy gushing onto Billy. He fucks into you harder, a wet squelching noise filling the room. Your juices splatter his robe and the bedsheets, but you don’t care. All you want is to be their little fuck doll, for them to keep fucking and cumming in you. 

“P-please,” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point, but it’s one of the only words you can remember. 

“Please what?” Billy bites the cut on your collar bone, fresh blood pooling on your chest. “Use your words.”

But you have no more words. All you can do is whine and beg and try to stay conscious while they fuck you into oblivion. 

Tears run down your cheeks, your skin feels feverish, but you want more. Stu rubs your arms up and down, kissing your neck and trying to comfort you through the overstimulation. 

Billy’s thrusts get sloppy, only focused on trying to force his cock deeper and fill you up. He has an iron grip on your hip, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust. 

He collapses just as you feel a hot burst inside of you, his cock painting your walls white. He rests for only a minute before getting onto his knees. 

He looks at Stu over your shoulder, “get her on her knees.”

Your boyfriend easily hoists you up, flipping you over so you’re propped up on your knees. You’re too tired and too out of it to keep your head up, letting yourself slump into the soaked sheets. 

Billy positons his cock in front of your face, poking the tip on your lips. You don’t need to be told what to do—it’s instinct. You open your mouth and let him slide his cock inside of your mouth. He tastes like a mix of the three of you and it’s addicting. 

Stu slides his cock through your folds and wraps a hand in your hair, holding your head up to grant Billy easier access. Billy cups your jaw, laughing at how fucked out you look. Sweaty face, tears rolling down your cheeks, drool on your chin. Such a good slut for them. 

The boys find a rhythm, hips rocking into you from either side. Stu thrusts just before Billy, pushing you forwards so you can take more of his length, and Billy thrusts in turn so he can shove you back onto Stu’s cock. The sight of you between them, fucked out and drooling and so obedient is enough to bring them to the edge. 

Billy pulls out just before he cums. “Not yet,” he commands, and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking to Stu. “Wanna really ruin her.”

Billy lifts you up and gets under you, positioning his cock at the entrance where Stu already is. You realize what they’re doing all too late, just as Billy starts to force his cock inside of you. The stretch is painful, but the pain feels so fucking good you don’t care. You collapse onto Billy, body almost limp from the way they’re stretching you out. 

They take turns moving inside of you, hitting all of the spots that make your eyes roll back in your head. 

Your head spins, your pussy aches. “T-too much!” You insist, but you still lazily move to meet their thrusts, your body still begs for more. 

“What do you think I meant when I said I was gonna ruin you, hm?” Stu whispers in your ear, forcing his cock inside of you until you can feel it against your cervix. “Quiet babygirl, you can take it.”

It’s such a tight fit but it feels so good. Both boys can’t help but get lost in your pussy, caught up in the pleasure of taking you together, of ruining you and claiming you as theirs. They slam into you in turn, trying to one up each other with each thrust. 

You can feel the ball in your stomach building and before you can even warn them, you’re gushing again. Heat washes over you and that fuzzy feeling takes over. 

Neither of the boys realize when you go limp. They keep fucking you, using you to get to their own highs. Stu finishes first, cock twitching and cumming deep inside of you. His orgasm only pushes Billy over the edge, filling you up even more. 

You come to a few minutes later, laying in bed alone. You’re dressed in your underwear and a sweater, but you have no memory of getting dressed. You sit up, frantically looking around. Your body is sore and achy and feverish, and you feel so dizzy and dehydrated. Did Stu really just leave you here?

The thought makes you tear up, sobs leaving your throat. Why would he just leave? After the most intense, brutal sex of your life? How could he?”

“Shh, shh, I’m here,” Stu sets the glass of water on your nightstand, “it’s okay, baby. Here—drink some water.”

Stu brings the glass to your lips, holding it while you gulp it down. You instantly feel better, your senses sharpening somewhat. 

“I-I thought you left…”

“Oh babygirl,” he kisses your forehead. “Never.” 

You look around the room, taking in your surroundings. The sheets on your bed are gone, a wet spot on the mattress. 

“I sent Billy to grab clean sheets. Think you can get up? We really need to clean that,” he gestures to the cut on your collar bone. 

You nod, trying to stand up but your knees collapse under you and you pitch forwards. Stu catches you, carrying you to the bathroom. 

He’s so gentle while he patches you up, long fingers cool against your hot skin. He places a gentle kiss over the bandage, “there. All better.”

He helps you back to bed where Billy has already made it with clean sheets and filled up the water on the nightstand. He’s laying on one side of the bed in only his underwear, and gives the two of you a look as you enter. 

Stu lays you down next to Billy before stripping out of his own robe and laying down next to you. You lay your head on his chest, Billy wrapping his arms around you. 

You want to ask about what just happened and what this means for the future of your relationship, but you don’t. It can wait until morning, for now, you just want to enjoy laying between the two men who’ve just claimed you as theirs.

[itsmealaiah]

Model body

TW: smut, dirty talk, degrading, profanity, p in v sex, squirting, yelling, breeding kink if you squint really hard, steamy sex

Request: 2016 bill x female reader. BILL IS DOING TGE PHOTOSHOOT FOR BILLY AND HE ASKS READER TO BE THE MODEL (HOPE U KNOW WHAT PICS IM TALKING ABOUT 😩) AS THE PICS GET TAKEN THE TENSION OS INSANE AND AS SOON AS YOOU GET HOME BILL CANT HELP BUT ONLY EAT YN OUT AND ROUGH LOVE MAKING

Rating: 18+, mdni

Word count: 1.1k words

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Bill, the photographer, set up his camera on a tripod in the middle of the living room. He gestured for you to stand in front of it, facing the camera. You adjusted your black button-down shirt and smoothed out your black slacks. "Okay," you said, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. Bill glanced up at you from behind the viewfinder, his piercing brown eyes boring into yours. He nodded, indicating that you should strike a pose. You tried to smile, but it came out more like a nervous grimace.

As you stood there, feeling the heat of Bill's gaze burning into your skin, your heart raced and your palms began to sweat. You couldn't help but notice the way his hands moved almost gracefully as he adjusted the camera settings, his muscles flexing under his tight black T-shirt. The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity, and the tension was almost unbearable.

With each click of the shutter, you tried to forget the audience that would eventually see these photos, and focus on the moment, on Bill. As the shoot progressed, you began to feel more comfortable in front of the camera, more at ease with Bill's presence. Your poses grew more natural, and you could sense the approval radiating from him.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Bill announced that he had enough shots. You both stepped away from the camera, your hearts pounding in unison. You couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, a mixture of relief and exhilaration. Bill thanked you for being such a great model, and you smiled shyly in response.

As you headed back to your house, driving home together, your mind was racing with thoughts of the photoshoot. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and gratification. The entire experience with Bill had been surreal, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him outside of a professional setting. Your cheeks flushed at the thought of it, and your heart raced as you imagined his hands on your body, his lips trailing down your skin.

Once you arrived home, you quickly changed out of your clothes and into something more comfortable. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness as you thought about how Bill might react to seeing you in your own environment. You heard a knock at the door and, heart pounding, you went to answer it. Bill stood there, looking just as handsome as ever, his eyes raking over your body. "You look even better out of those clothes," he murmured, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

Without another word, he pushed you against the wall and began to kiss you passionately. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tangled in his hair as he ground his hips against yours. It felt so good to be wanted like this, to be desired. You couldn't help but arch your back, pressing yourself even closer to him. As his lips trailed down your neck, he whispered, "I can't wait to taste you."

And with that, he led you to the bedroom, his touch firm yet gentle, his words whispered in your ear like a seductive promise. In the dim light, you could see the hunger in his eyes as he undressed you slowly, revealing your body to his hungry gaze. And when he finally laid you down on the bed, you could feel the anticipation building inside of you, the need for him almost painful.

Bill climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips, and trailed his fingers down your stomach before cupping your sex. You cried out, arching your back into his touch as he expertly found your clit and began to tease it mercilessly. Your hips bucked upward, seeking more contact, more friction. "Please," you whimpered, your fingers digging into the sheets. "Please, Bill."

He chuckled darkly, his voice low and rough. "Please what, sweetheart?" And with that, he finally pressed two fingers inside you, filling you up in a way that made you shudder with pleasure. You moaned loudly, your body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. "You're so wet," he growled, thrusting his fingers deeper. "So fucking wet for me."

His lips trailed down your stomach, kissing and nipping at your skin as he positioned himself behind you. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, and then he was pushing inside, filling you up in one long, smooth stroke. "Fuck," he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he began to move, his hips slapping against your ass in a rhythmic cadence.

You arched your back, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan. "Yes, Bill," you gasped. "Don't stop." Your nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder, his hips pounding against your back. You could feel the heat building inside of you, the need for release growing more urgent with every passing second.

As your orgasm approached, Bill shifted his hips, his thrusts becoming even deeper and more forceful. His rough hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he took you roughly, claiming your body as his. "I'm going to make you squirt," he growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

And with those words, something inside of you snapped loose. You cried out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You arched your back, your inner muscles squeezing around him in a tight grip as your juices spilled out over his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. Bill's thrusts became even more frenzied, his grunts of pleasure mingling with your moans.

Finally, as your orgasm began to subside, he slowed his pace, his movements becoming more deliberate and controlled. "You're so fucking incredible," he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck. "I can't get enough of you." With each thrust, he drove deeper, filling you up in a way that made you feel both possessed and utterly desired.

As your senses returned, you became aware of the sticky warmth between your legs and the weight of his body pressing down on yours. You opened your eyes to find him gazing down at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Bill," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of your racing heart. "I need you."

He smiled, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he promised, before plunging deeper once more, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "I could fuck you like this forever, with your model body"

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[sugar-coat-it]

request request request!!! i love ur writing so much and all i can think about is thigh riding w matty maybe he cums in his pants

AHHHHHHHHHH anon I love you thank you <3 

Um yeah he’s gonna cum in his pants… who do you think I am

I’m combining this + a horny plotline I’ve been wanting to write 

Made him just a tad subby, I hope that's cool!

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Matty sits at the edge of your bed, his leg bouncing with anticipation as he waits for you to come out of the bathroom. You’d asked him to let you do a little fashion show for him with some new things you’d bought, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, except today it wasn’t with clothes, but with various lingerie pieces. He’s anxiously eyeing the bag on your sheets, praying that there aren’t any more sets in there, because he swears he might explode if there are. You’d already shown off a pretty sheer babydoll, a lacy set with cutouts, and an embroidered corset with a matching thong. He wanted to rip every single one of them off of your body, his hands white-knuckling at the sheets to try and control himself. You specifically told him that he was only meant to look, he couldn’t touch because you “weren’t sure which one’s you’re going to keep”. Bullshit. Matty knows better, you’re playing with him and you know it too. So, he’s been stuck here, painfully straining against his trousers and watching as you flaunt around in pieces of fabric that clad you so scantily, there’s almost no point in wearing anything at all. But, then again, he can’t deny how absolutely stunning you are in every one of them, he feels grateful just to be in your presence. There’s something so endearing about the way he reacts at the sight of you each time, how he swallows hard, a flush on his cheeks as his eyes widen with pure wonderment, you’d think he’d never seen you this bared to him before. 

“Okay, last one!” you call from behind the bathroom door, making your final adjustments to the undergarments. 

“It fuckin’ better be…” he mutters to himself, not even trying to hide the effects of the predicament you’ve put him in, he’s sat with his legs spread out. 

You’re just absolutely beaming before you’ve even got the door open, already knowing that this one will be his favorite, you can hardly wait to see the look on his face. You step out into your room and relish in the way Matty’s jaw just drops, a warmth spreading across your skin at how ravenous he looks right now with his legs spread open like that. Saving the best for last, you’d picked out a set consisting of a cupless bra and crotchless panties, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His cock jumps immediately, Matty groans lowly at the way he can’t control the aching throbs beneath his trousers.

“Holy fuck,” he gapes, covering his mouth with disbelief, his tongue practically hanging out.

His breath is hot and panting against his hand, he feels like he’s burning up, god, the torture you’re putting him through. It, without a doubt, was his favorite of the lineup, despite how you look unfathomably sexy in all of them. You slink closer to him, watching the way his hands twitch and tense at his sides with the effort of not reaching out to feel you. He moans under his breath as you do a little turn in front of him, letting Matty see the full effect of the look and more specifically, an eyeful of your perfect ass. With that, he loses his patience, quickly deciding your rules can be damned as his hands move to hold your hips, he just needs something, anything to satiate himself. You bat him away before he can get to you, taking a step back as you tilt your head at him enticingly, clicking your tongue at his impulsiveness. Matty groans with frustration, his expression somewhere between a pout and a snarl.

“Fuck’s sake! Are you serious? My dick is so hard it fucking hurts, I’m genuinely going to die, you evil, evil woman!” he complains, motioning to the sizeable bulge, thick and straining against his thigh.

“Aww, poor thing,” you tease, leaning against your armoire as you cross your arms over your chest, only further accentuating your tits.

You turn away from him completely now, ignoring the way he’s trying not to literally pounce on you as you look at yourself in the floor-length mirror. You do look damn good, you can’t say you blame your boyfriend for being dangerous levels of horny. Humming, you run your hands over your sides, smoothing your fingers over the delicate straps holding the lingerie together. 

“I dunno if I’m going to keep it. What do you think?” you muse, glancing at him through the reflection in the mirror, he’s almost drooling, it’s only reminding you of how much power you really hold over him. 

Matty stays eerily quiet, you’re not even sure if he’s fully hearing you, his head too full with his urgent desire, his lust-darkened eyes trained on the curve of your ass. He doesn’t like being told he can’t do something, especially when what he wants is right in front of him, it drives him absolutely mental. He’s plotting what he can say or do to make you crumble, to have you begging him to touch you. You interrupt the turning of the gears in his head by moving to straddle one of his legs, Matty’s eyes snapping up to look at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, now unabashedly staring at your body poised on his thigh. He’s stonewalled by the rules you set that blatantly oppose his desire to take what’s in front of him, candy dangled right in front of his face. 

“If I can’t touch you, you can at least make this all worth my while, don’t you think?” he grumbles, blowing a frustrated puff of air up into his curls. 

“Oh, you want a different kind of show?” you smile coyly, knowing that your reasons for keeping him on the sidelines are flimsy, but it’s so damn fun. 

Matty just stares at you with lidded eyes, his head tilted back slightly as his hands fist at the blanket, knuckles white with the self-control he's exerting. He’s not interested in games anymore, impatience written all over his face. You take this as the perfect opportunity to start to slowly rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, your bare cunt against his jeans due to the panties being totally crotchless. Matty shudders as he realizes what you’re doing, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly at the wet dream coming to life in front of him. You sigh out, finding a rhythm that suits you as you grind yourself on him, angling your hips so the rough fabric of his jeans catches just right against you. Pretty whimpers spill from your lips as Matty suddenly flexes the muscles in his thigh, encouraging you to go a little faster now as he creates the perfect surface for you to get yourself off on. Matty bites his lip with a groan, feeling you soaking into his jeans, a small wet patch forming as you work your hips shamelessly, he feels like he’s burning up with the effort of not grabbing your waist and guiding you, pressing you down harder against his thigh. You’re purposefully moaning a little louder than usual, really wanting to be his little star performer tonight as you ride his thigh, your tits bouncing with the effort of your movements. 

“Fuck…” he mutters, hot pants of breath parting his lips as he watches you, his cock throbbing so hard it’s almost painful.

You let out a lewd whine of his name, tossing your head back as you reach for your breasts, cupping them in your hands partly to make yourself feel good, and partly to drive Matty insane. You circle your peaked nipples with your thumbs, relishing in the sensations that tingle and spread over your flushed skin, a harsh pang of pleasure rippling deep inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the way it all builds up, your pleasure only compounding with Matty’s intense eyes burning into you. He’s not even sure what to keep his gaze on, your gorgeous face contorted with pleasure, your hands grasping at your exposed tits, or at the mess you’re making on his thigh. He’s overwhelmed, his darling girl must have learned from the best on how to put on a good show. 

“Darlin’, love, please. Please, can I touch you? Need to feel you, hon, you’re killing me,” he rambles breathily, his chest heaving as he keeps his thigh flexed for you.

You just shake your head, not even bothering to open your eyes as you keep dragging your aching cunt against his thigh, feeling quite confident that you can get off on your own. Although, you’re quite pleased that he’s resorted to pleading now, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. Matty, however, is anything but pleased.

“No?” he repeats, frustration clear in his tone as his jaw clenches. 

He’s about to bitch about it some more before you open your eyes and grab his chin swiftly, keeping a firm grip on his face to shut him up. You’ve got a wild look in your eyes that has Matty suddenly silenced, his breath catching in his throat at this sudden show of authority. 

“No. You’re gonna fucking watch,” you grin spitefully between panting breaths, the pace of your hips unfaltering. 

And just like that, he whimpers, squirming a little against the mattress as his erection twitches in his jeans, murmuring something unintelligible under his breath. You keep your hold on his pretty face with one hand while the other keeps toying with your breast, adding to the pleasurable sensations flowing through you in waves. You’re staring at each other with such intensity, it’s making heat thrum under your skin, your heart beating out of your chest. Moaning wantonly, you go a little faster, losing your coherent rhythm as you start to buck and squirm on his thigh, trying to inch closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. Matty tilts his head down to kiss at the palm of your hand that’s gripping his jaw, running the tip of his tongue along the edge of your thumb. Your eyes widen, but you don’t stop him, allowing him to bend the rules for the sake of the way the sight of it is making your mind fuzzy. He’s getting into it now, you can tell, he is no longer fighting the position he’s in.

“Shit, close,” you gasp, your head tilting back as you keep riding, chasing your high at your poor boyfriend’s expense (though, really, who is he to complain? His hot girlfriend is using him to get off).

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Gonna use me till you’re creaming on my jeans?” he whispers, never one to keep his filthy thoughts to himself.

You nod quickly, whining as you rut against him, your hold on him tightening along with the tension inside of you, relief just at your fingertips. Matty moans loudly, his brows deeply furrowed as he watches you tip over the edge right before his eyes. Your back arches as a silent cry overtakes your features, your lips part in a perfect circle as your eyes squeeze shut, shuddering throughout your whole body as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves. Your hips stutter against his thigh, having thoroughly left your mark on his jeans, traces of you stained on the fabric. When your eyes hazily blink open again, you’re met with Matty’s pretty, lidded eyes, a blush dusted on his cheeks up to his ears as he breaths heavily, quivers running through him like aftershocks. At first, you just thought his expression was due to how sexy he found the whole thing, but then you glance down to see a sizeable wet patch near his now softening erection. Your eyes go wide, Matty watching as the pieces click together for you. He just bites his lip, knowing he can’t hide the fact that he just came untouched from watching you ride his thigh. Shocked, you can hardly manage your next two words before, of course, he cuts you off.

“Did you-”

“Piss off…”

[luxora]

The Glory -> You visit them in prison

Requested: No

Kdrama: The Glory

Genre: Angst. Fluff?

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Mentions of bullying. Mentions of death. No remorse. Swearing. 

A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.

Moon Dong-eun

Dongeun had never been one to truly care about fashion, mainly because she only purchased items of clothing that could conceal the horrid burn scars that were inflicted on her during high school. However, it did not mean that she approved of the prison uniform that was currently fitted to her body. While the colour itself did not bother her, nor that it was a prison uniform, but it was rather the short sleeves of the uniform that bothered her.

Since the day Dongeun had received the burn marks from Yeonjin and the others, she has always covered them with long clothing. Ranging from long-sleeve dressed to oversized jackets and sweaters, Dongeun always made sure to hide her scars from the public eye, hating the looks of horror that were immediately scorned her way, constantly bringing a wave of humiliation to her.

She never should have been forced into the position where she feels that she has to constantly hide herself. She shouldn’t be fearful over the fact that someone could possibly catch a glimpse of her bare forearms in case they notice the first burn scar which had marked her collection. She should not living her life for the sole purpose of revenge, and yet it was the only thing which had kept her alive so far.

Dongeun stared blankly at you from the other side of the plastic screen in the visitation ward, your own face filled with obvious sadness with tears streaming down your face while you stared at her from your side of the screen. While her heart pinched at the sight of your tears, she did not allow herself to show any concern. Between the two of you, she had to be the strongest. You were already the more emotionally one between the two of you, so that meant that she had to be the controlled one.

“Dongeun...” You uttered, your bottom lip trembling after her name left your mouth, the anguish obvious to even the prisoner guard who was monitoring Dongeun’s visit with you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I have already said that it is not your fault Y/N. This was a possible risk.”

Dongeun had expected for Yeonjin to try use her means of wealth and resources in an attempt to stop her journey of revenge; however, she didn’t quite anticipate that she would manage to spin a made up story which incriminated Dongeun for supposedly blackmailing students at her workplace for some benefits. While there was hardly any evidence to the story, there was apparently some constructed proof, no doubt courtesy to Mr Chu who had some sort of vindictive grudge towards Dongeun for some whatever reason. 

And so Dongeun was serving time for a crime that she did not commit, although she did not plan to stay for long.

“Still, so much has happened to you and yet-”

“One thing to know about revenge Y/N is that you should expect the unexpected. I had expected this, but did not anticipate in it actually happening.”

“Why are you so calm?!” You suddenly screeched, slamming your hand hard on the table that it echoed in the room.

Dongeun felt the gaze of the prisoner guard behind her, no doubt attempting to diagnose the cause of your temper flare, but Dongeun did not react. She instead continued to gaze at you with a blank gaze.

“I see no point in losing my temper over something that is inevitable. Becoming lost in a rage is not going to change the fact that I am in here.”

“But you didn’t do it!” You exclaimed, staring at her desperately as tears continued to escape. “You don’t deserve to be in here! Out of all people, it is Yeonjin and her whole group of asshole friends!”

You were not someone who habitually cursed, although it became a different story when you lost your temper. Even though it was hardly appropriate, a small smile found itself gracing Dongeun’s lips, her eyes lighting up slightly as she gazed at your frazzled appearance. You immediately furrowed your eyebrows when you noticed the small.

“Why are you smiling?”

“...I don’t know.”

It was true.

She didn’t know why she was smiling, but she had found that since meeting you, smiles have become a more frequent in her life. After her high school experiences with Yeonjin and the others, Dongeun could hardly feel any sort of happiness during her years into adulthood. Dongeun had to work to survive and survival hardly had any room for emotions such as happiness. Possibly the only form of happiness she felt was when she marked the start of her revenge plot against Yeonjin. Her laborious thoughts of revenge slowly started to become true, and the pieces slipping into place brought a sense of twisted glee to Dongeun, who has been a victim for Yeonjin far beyond their high school days.

And yet somehow and somewhat, she has found herself feeling a different sort of glee when she was with you. Although perhaps the correct word to use was contentment. She became somewhat content in your presence. Something she was not used to.

“There has to be something that we can do.” You said, ducking your head as you sniffled as your tears began to blur your eyesight, making you miss the tilt of Dongeun’s head as she looked at you. Dongeun reached out and tapped the transparent screen, the sound prompting you to lift your head again. She leaned in so that she could talk to you in a lower tone.

“There is nothing that we can do but wait. You must remain home and continue with your everyday life. You do not need to worry about me.”

You looked at her in slight confusion for a few moments before your expression suddenly hardened, your eyes becoming sharp despite the moisture in them.

“If you think that I am going to just leave you like this-”

“You are not because I will not be here for much longer.” Dongeun interrupted, a small gleeful smile gracing her lips again as her eyes lit up with small determination. “I already have a plan for my release, but it will take some time so I need you to continue living normally without me. You will hear more about it from me soon.”

“Dongeun...what are you-”

“I can’t tell you now but I promise that I will soon. Trust me Y/N...I have a plan for something like this.”

While Dongeun did not anticipate for herself to be put into this situation, it did not mean that she did not plan for the possibility. She had already started the process of her eventual release, courtesy of a certain doctor who was determined to be her executioner. Although while he did play an important part, he could not compare to you, her warden.

Her warden who did whatever they could to protect her, as expected of a warden. You guarded and protected, be it Dongeun or her proof for revenge. She trusted you and she knew that you trusted her to keep to her word and eventually tell you her plan. Although not for the moment. It was not the right time. She will tell you when the time is right, when there is no possibility of derailment.

Joo Yeo-jeong

Despite the dark grey uniform that was clothing his body and the plastic screen that was separating him from you, Yeojeong couldn’t help but smile thoughtfully while you looked at him from the opposite seat, eyebrows furrowed at his expression.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked, your hand raised half in the air as you leaned back in your chair, fingers lazily moving against one another. His eyes brightened at your question.

“I’m happy.” He said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Although to Yeojeong, it was the most obvious answer in the world. He had finally done it. He had finally ended the life of his own tormentor. It took over two years but he eventually managed to see the light fade away from that animal that had ruined his entire life. He had so meticulous with his revenge. He at first started with the weekly medication that prisoners were entitled to have until eventually progressing to the food that he would eat. He maintained his professional facade the entire time, no one suspecting his true intentions.

He internally found delight in the wariness of the animal, cautiously stepping towards the counter to receive his medication, all while Yeojeong maintained his friendly demeanor. While he had smiled at tormentor, appearing friendly from the public eye, only he could recognize the iciness of the smile. Yeonjeong had promised him that he had to be careful when the two of them met again because then Yeojeong was going to mark the start of his revenge. He had promised that he was going to kill him and that nobody was going to suspect foul play because Yeojeong was a doctor.

It had worked for the whole two years. Yeojeong had made sure that the process was slow. He wanted to draw it out as much as he could because the animal did not deserve a quick death. He made sure that his father had choked on his blood, suffocating him and making his death panicked and painful with himself being the last thing that his father would ever see until he finally succumbed to his injuries. That was something that Yeojeong could never forgive. He could never forgive the monster who had created his father’s death, nor could he forgive that the betrayal he demonstrated by killing the doctor who had saved his life.

Yeojeong drew out his death deliciously, and when he finally stared down at the dying monster, he couldn’t help but smile. He had leaned down so that they were practically face-to-face, a calm smile on his face as he took in his moment of victory.

“Do you need me to give you something for the pain?”

The terror in his eyes were wonderful and nothing brought Yeojeong more delight than seeing the moment of death. He had finally completed his revenge. He avenged his father and his family. He managed to make the monster pay for all the pain he had caused Yeojeong and his family. He could finally move on with his life, with you and with his mother.

...Only he was eventually suspected of being the cause of the death.

It took some digging to eventually track down the proof that would give them the right to imprison Yeojeong. He did not even put up a fight when they had arrived with handcuffs. He did not feel any fear or sadness; however, he did feel a sense of guilt when he turned around to see you standing in the entryway of his home, having rushed from the table where the two of you were having dinner. He did make sure to utter an ‘I love you’ to you before he was hauled away, the officer reading out his rights as he was escorted out his home and towards the police vehicle which was waiting for him.

“...You are happy that you are in prison?” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as he began to recall his memory of his object of revenge finally becoming lost in the next realm, most likely to a fiery inferno. He smiled serenely at you.

“Not exactly.”

“...Then why are you happy?”

“I feel achieved.”

“I achieved?”

“Yes. I finally did it Y/N, I finally killed that monster. He’s dead and its all because of me. He feared for it. He feared for his death. He feared me. It was glorious.”

It was truly glorious. It was possibly the best entertainment that Yeojeong could ever have in his life. While it was expected for him to find a new means to entertain himself, nothing could ever compare to the two year game he had to play. It was wonderful.

Crack!

Yejeong suddenly jumped at the sound of your fist hitting the table, your facial features twisted harshly as you glared from your end of the screen, your jaw clenching tightly.

“Right. It was so glorious that you didn’t think of the possibility of getting caught, or even think about how this would affect me.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, slightly confused. You scoffed at his expression. “Were you so obsessed with your idea of revenge that it didn’t even occur to you to even mention the fact that you were going on a whole revenge trip to kill a man?!”

Yeojeong felt his body tense defensively, his facial features hardening as he stared at you.

“It wasn’t just any man, he was the man that-”

“Yes I know that now Yeojeong, after I had to hear it from a detective! Don’t you think I had to right to know about your whole plan? Don’t you think that I had the right to know that you were trying to kill someone?!”

“...”

Yeojenong couldn’t help but stare at you with furrowed eyebrows, the suddenly posed question making him ponder to himself. Why hadn’t he told you about it? The two of you had steadily progressed in your relationship. You found him after Dongeun had suddenly vanished, and he found himself finding comfort and contentment in your presence, slowly but surely falling in love with you.

...But it did not occur to him to inform you of his plans.

He was unable to say anything because he didn’t know what he could say to placate you. It simply never did cross his mind, and you had been by his side for the past two years. Why didn’t he tell you?

His lack of an answer angered you and he couldn’t help but whip his head up at you as you stood up from your seat, shaking your head before sparing him with a final glance.

“Forget it Yeojeong.”

And then you left. Your shoes leaving an echoing sound in the room as you exited the through the door and slammed it shut, leaving Yeojeong behind in stunned silence.

Ha Do-yeong

Doyeong could not stand the look that you were giving him from your side of the screen, your eyes glossed over with pity and fear for him; although he did not blame you since neither of you knew when he would eventually be let out. He let out a sigh and threaded his fingers through his hair, it becoming longer than usual due to the past time in the prison. While he could have it done, he has chosen not to. He decided that it was going to be one of the first things he was going to do once he released.

“How is Yesol?” He asked, looking at you with tense eyes as he waited for an answer. You sighed and leaned back in your seat.

“She is sad but she is doing okay, much better than I had expected. But she missed you. She misses her daddy. She doesn’t understand why you are in here...and I don’t know what to tell her.”

“Did you tell her what we had agreed on?” He asked, anxiety shooting through him at the thought of his daughter finding out the truth. You nodded.

“Yes. As far as she knows, you were put in here by mistake. That you were put in here by some bad people. But Doyeong, she is a lot smarter than you think. She has started asking me questions that I don’t know how to answer. She is going to eventually figure out the truth.”

“Yes but lets prolong it for just a bit longer. She already has a mother who is a bully and a murderer...me being a crook is not something that she needs to deal with. I know better than anyone that at times ignorance is simply bliss.”

“But Doyeong...it wasn’t even your fault.”

“But it is in the eyes of the law.”

Doyeong has always prided himself on his natural instincts towards certain topics because they had never failed him. From his business school years to the strong, effective progression of his company, Doyeong had always managed to trust his instincts to guide him along the correct path.

And yet that had incorrectly guided him into the arms of a black widow, better known as Yeonjin, childhood bully and adult terror. Doyeong could not believe that he was so blind to her true nature, even though he had fallen for her during their whole courtship. She was beautiful, it was obvious, and perhaps that was why he was so attracted to her in the first place. He liked them pretty. She had a charm about her which could not be easily replicated, and like a moth to a flame, he was drawn in, not realizing that he was going to be burnt nearly a decade later.

His instincts had started working again when Moon Dongeun had entered Yeonjin’s life again, which inevitably caused the woman to enter his own. He could not believe the cruel capabilities of his wife, inflicting such cruel harm onto somebody simply because she could. While Doyeong would hardly say he was an innocent student during his high school years, he would have never done anything that Yeonjin and her friends had done to Moon Dongeun.

What they had done to the woman...it was inhuman.

Doyeong was disgusted that he had married a monster. He wouldn’t even be able to call her a human because no human would be cruel enough to inflict such pain onto another. Yeonjin could not be classified as a human. She was an animal. A monster. Anything but a human. The only way Yeonjin preserved any form of her humanity was through the birth and upbringing of Yesol.

Despite her not being his biological daughter, she was the purest thing in the world. While she had her mother’s beauty, she did not possess her twisted personality. She was innocent, sweet, and naturally curious. She was such a sweet girl who loved dolls and soccer. She enjoys making food for him and you, the two of you often bonding in the kitchen and sharing smiles and laughter which couldn’t stop a smile crawling along his own face.

The last bit of innocence that Yeonjin had before it died in school was reincarnated in Yesol, and Doyeong was going to do his best to protect it. He was not going to allow her to become like either of her biological parents. It was a vow that he had made to himself.

“I’m sure your lawyers will find something. You were not the reason for the whole scheme. You didn’t even know that it was a scheme in the first place.”

“But I am the one who had signed the papers Y/N. In the eyes of everyone and the law, I knew exactly what was happening. My signature on the documents says it all.”

His instincts had failed him for the first time with his marriage to Yeonjin, and they failed him for the second time for his entrapment in a money laundering scheme that had been discovered.”

He should have known better than to sign. He should have had his people investigate the company even more, but the business people had done their homework carefully and meticulously. Doyeong would almost be impressed if he was not the one who was had become the drop man, taking all the blame and burden once the scheme was discovered. Even though his hands were clean, they were not in the eyes of the law, hence why he was locked up in prison in a visiting ward with you.

“Don’t lose hope Doyeong. The truth will come out. I’m sure of it.” You said hopefully, a resolute look in your eyes.

Doyeong gazed at you for a few moments, almost thoughtful because he could not understand why you were so hopeful in a time which seemed hopeless to him. His lawyers would have found something by now to prove his innocence, but they have found nothing. As far as he knew, he was stuck here and there was a possibility that he was never going to get out.

“...Let us hope so.” Doyeong said, forcing a small smile on his face as he gazed at you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Please keep looking after Yesol for me.”

You flashed a small smile at him, shaking your head before leaning forward in return to be closer to him as best that you could.

“You don’t even need to ask me that Doyeong. Of course I will.”

Doyeong smiled in return, a more genuine one this time as he nodded gratefully to you, thankful to have someone like you in his life to man the ship outside the prison until he hopefully returns.

Park Yeon-jin

The silence was eating away at Yeonjin, burrowing her out from the inside while she trembled in her seat, her fingers incessantly picking at her cuticles as she waited for you to speak. You have already been here for twenty minutes and had yet to answer a single question that Yeonjin had asked. She had assumed that it was because it was still a shock to you to see her in such a horrible dressing clothes. Yeonjin was still in a state of disbelief herself that she was wearing the prison uniform, the garment doing nothing for her but torment her for all the things that have happened to her ever since the arrival of that bitch Moon Dongeun.

She should have just killed her years ago...just as she did with Sohee.

But there was hardly any time for her to think about those two pathetic beings. You were here in front of her, the only person who would visit her. Sara she knows is locked up somewhere for her stupid drug addiction, as well as stabbing that backstabber Hyejeong in the neck. Yeonjin sincerely hopes that she bled out or swallowed the whole pencil whole. And Jaejun hadn’t even bothered to show his face. But he was literally the last person she wanted to see her like this. It was humiliating enough for that damned Moon Dongeun to see her like this...that pathetic bitch deserved to die for everything that she has done to her.

Her perfect life was shattered the second that bitch had stepped foot back into that school hall.

Her nerves were already on the edge with being in this prison, the vilest of women residing in here that one could mistake them as the slugs on the garden wall that has been residing there for generations. They disgusted her and sharing her living quarters with them horrified her. There was no sense of elegance or luxury. She had no reason for being here. She did not deserve to be here. It was all because of that damned scarred bitch. She should be the one in this damn prison for ruining her life.

The only thing that could give her some sense of reprieve was you, but your silence was making her hell even more torturous. She hasn’t spoken to anyone since her arrival. They were not people who she could converse with, or even want to converse with. Tossing backwater in the dryers with Hyejeong would have been more enjoyable that interacting with those disgusting slug women. You were the only one in the prison who was worth her time and sanity, and yet you are not speaking to her.

She has sent you letters and yet you have not answered them. Yeonjin felt like she was going mad here. You were the only form of sanity that she had left in this hell. You were the only reminder of her previous utopia before she ended up in here. You were her past life. She wanted it back. She wanted you.

“Y/N...speak to me already.” She said, letting out a nervous laugh as she looked at you, expression tightened seriously as you stared at her. “Do you have news for me? Have my lawyers said anything? How is Yesol, is she-”

“You don’t have to worry about Yesol. Doyeong is taking care of her.” You suddenly interrupted, finally speaking your voice after the last twenty minutes. Yeonjin flinched at your hard voice, but she immediately fixed her attention on you.

“T-That’s good. Y/N I am telling you that this place is my living hell. You have to talk to my lawyers and get them to-”

“What lawyers Yeonjin? In case you had forgotten, the lawyers that were helping you out were hired by Doyeong. You don’t have a single cent to spend on a lawyer, not even a public one.” You snapped, your voice sharp as a knife as you glared at her from your side. Just the sound of your hard voice and glare immediately made Yeonjin tighten up defensively.

“What do you think you are saying to me? Y/N I swear-”

“What can you do Yeonjin? You are in there and I am out here. There is literally nothing that you can do to me. Nothing.”

Your sudden hiss took Yeonjin aback completely, her eyes widening at the harsh way that you were talking to her. You have never spoken to her in this manner before. You have always been more soft spoken , submissive to Yeonjin in a sense, but it was the way Yeonjin liked you because you always made her feel more powerful and worshiped. Your eyes were always filled with awe and adoration when you saw her...and yet the only thing she could see in them were ice.

“I don’t have time for this. So I’m just going to give it to you straight. I’m leaving.” You announced, checking your watch for good measure before glancing at Yeonjin again, showing no reaction to her stunned expression.

“...What? What do you mean?” Yeonjin questioned, her eyebrows furrowing as she sat frozen in her seat, a wave of anxiety slowly building up with her the longer she continued to stare at you. You sighed again.

“I got a job offering overseas. I’m going to take it.”

“You can’t.”  Yeonjin immediately snapped, shaking her head as she stared at you with hard eyes, the wave getting bigger within her. “You can’t go anywhere.”

“Newsflash Yeonjin, it is not up to you. And even if it was, there is literally nothing you can do to stop me from leaving.” You snapped, leaning down to grab your bag. The sight of you gathering your belonging immediately made a snap of panic through Yeonjin’s body, making her leap out of her chair and completely pressed against the screen, her action making you startle as she pressed her palms against the plastic and dug her nails against the surface.

“What the hell do you think you are saying? You can’t leave! What about me? Did you fucking think about me?!” She screeched against the screen, her entire body trembling as she stood before you in a deranged state, the sight making your eyes widen for a second before hardening the next. You stood up from your seat.

“All this time I have thought about you and it led me to accepting the job. What did you expect Yeonjin? Did you expect me to come here everyday to see you when it is a known fact that you are never going to get out?”

“I am going to get out! I am going to-”

“Wake the fuck up Yeonjin! You are never getting out! You fucking killed people! You literally bullied people so badly that they much preferred death than spending another second living in the same world as you! And whats worse is that you don’t even feel remotely sorry for what you have done! It’s disgusting, and I can’t believe that I fell for you in the first place!”

Yeonjin could see it. Your lack for love for her. The previous affection and adoration you had for her before was completely vanquished from your body. All she was staring at was an ice cold individual who looked disgusted at the very sight of Yeonjin. She hated it. She detested it. It fucking terrified her. And it terrified her even more when you turned around and started to walk away from her.

“Yah! Where are you going?! Where the fuck are you going?! You can’t leave me here! You bitch, you can’t fucking leave me!”

Even when Yeonjin heard the shout of the prison guard behind her, she did not stop punching the plastic screen separating you and her from one another. You didn’t even turn back to look at her as she cursed and screeched at you. The sound of the door slamming as you exited the room was almost as lethal as a bullet to her heart. A bullet would have been less painful than the fact that you had presented her.

You were leaving.

And she had just been left behind.

Jeon Jae-jun

Prison did not suit him.

Jaejun has gone through literal hell being here, especially when it was discovered that he was a part of the higher society than the fucking animals that resided in these walls. The stunts that have pulled on him day and night, it was enough to make him to want to smash his fucking head against the concrete walls.

He was pissed over the fact he was in here in the first place. He paid a shit ton to his lawyer and men to make sure that all of his finances were clean, but its seemed like that asshole Myeong-oh purposefully left some documents laying around which allowed Jaejun to get arrested for tax evasion. He had been so fucking careful but the mess up by one asshole had brought him to a literal downfall.

If that asshole Myeong-oh wasn’t already dead, he would have fucking killed him.

You have tried your best to help him get through this, visiting him nearly five times a week to keep him some sort of company, although it hardly did shit because in the end you were able to leave this hellhole while he had to stay behind and deal with the down dogs that he was sharing his living quarters with. It also didn’t fucking help that you brought along his lawyer, attempting to keep him updated with his bail process but it kept coming to a damn dead end.

“If you want me to be realistic...you have about a 20% chance on being granted bail.” His lawyer said, his matter-of-fact tone making Jaejun tighten his fists in anger as he stared across from you and him from his side of the visitation table. He noticed you flash his lawyer a disheartened look before it brightened into a hopeful expression as you turned to look at Jaejun.

“But that is still better than nothing. I’m sure a miracle can happen and-”

“I don’t believe in fucking miracles Y/N. You fucking know that.” Jaejun snapped, shifting his gaze at you with a sharp edge. You immediately flinched at his tone and look, making him sigh and shaking his head to try get a hold of himself. ‘Forget it.”

“Jaejun, I-”

“Get out.” Jaejun suddenly ordered, snapping his head up at attention.

He noticed your eyes widened at his sudden order, shock and fear evident in them before they eventually settled away when you realized that he was not talking to you but to his lawyer. His lawyer was startled by Jaejun’s sudden harsh look on him, making him shift uncomfortably in his chair.

“Listen Jaejun, I know it is tough, but I-”

“Are you fucking deaf? I said get out!” Jaejun screeched, kicking his legs out for good measure as he shared at his lawyer, who immediately shot from his seat and scurried out of the room, leaving you and Jaejun alone. Once he disappeared from sight, Jaejun slumped into his seat, exhaustion suddenly washing over him.

“...Jaejun?” You meekly called out, causing him to lift his head in question as he took in your small frame. He sighed again before repositioning himself and staring at you with a solemn expression.

“How is Yesol?” He asked, anticipating and anxiety building up in his stomach as he looked at you for answers.

That was probably the worst part about him being in prison. He was missing out on his time with being with Yesol. The little girl was nearly the spitting image of Yeonjin when they were kids, but she no doubt had his adorable looks. He was a cute kid back in the day, and it was a no brainer for his kid to be adorable, which Yesol has evidently proven because she is the cutest thing that he has ever seen in his life. He was making a plan for her to finally become his, for the two of them to finally become a family. He wasn’t going to be an uncle to her anymore, he was going to be his father.

And Meyong-oh fucked up his plans perfectly with this fucking stunt.

You seemed almost hesitant to answer, glancing around nervously before you cleared your throat and slowly grabbed your bag and dug through its contents before pulling out your phone. He watched you unlock it and slide your finger across the screen multiple times before finally turning it around to show him a picture of Yesol in her soccer uniform, a smile on her face as she kicked a ball. A smile immediately crawled along Jaejun’s face as he looked at the photo, a light feeling filling his chest the longer he looked at it.

“She is adorable.” He uttered, genuine happiness evident in his face as he continued to look at the photo. “You got any more?”

“I...no.” You confessed, tugging your phone back and clutching it to your chest. “I...I got caught by the security guard and he tossed me off the grounds.”

“...Why the fuck did he do that? What right does he have?!” Jaejun suddenly yelled, picturing a large, beefy man forcefully pulling you away from the soccer field and Yesol.  You looked at him meekly.

“I...because I wasn’t a parent, and...it also doesn’t help that I...I...”

“...You what?” Jaejun said, narrowing his eyes at your sudden nervous stammer. You gulped at his glare and didn’t say anything for a few moments before finally speaking again.

“I...got a restraining order against me for Yesol.”

...

“WHAT?!”

This time Jaejun leapt up from his seat as he screamed, making the prisoner guards immediately rush at him to force him back but he shook them off, snapping that he was fine before taking a seat again. His breathing was suddenly very uneven due to the progressive boiling of his blood.

“Why the fuck is there a restraining order against you?!”

“I...people started noticing me take photos of Yesol...and...and they found it suspicious and told Doyeong. He is the one that issued it against me.”

“That fucking asshole!” Jaejun screeching, earning himself another scolding yell from the prisoner guards which made him turn around to glare at all of them before turning back to you. “Can you reverse it?”

“W-What?”

“I asked if you can fucking reverse it. Can you?”

“I...I don’t know.”

“Then you better fucking find out! I need you to keep an eye on Yesol for me while I’m in this fucking hellhole. You need to get it reversed!”

“...I just told you that I got a restraining order against me...and you are concerned about Yesol?”

The look you gave him was a mixture of shock and disbelief, something which did not stir right with Jaejun. He cursed and rubbed his face before looking back at you.

“Listen, I know its bad but I need you to keep watching Yesol for me. Talk to my lawyer and he can start the process with reversing it. Out of all of this, Yesol is the most important person here.”

“...Jaejun, I can’t just break a restraining order. I...I’ll get into real trouble if I do.”

“So what! It’s for Yesol!” Jaejun suddenly screamed, making you jumping in your seat. “She’s my fucking daughter. Why the fuck wouldn’t you break a stupid piece a paper for her?!”

“Because she is not mine!”

Jaejun froze when the words left your lips. You also froze the moment you realized what you had said, staring wide-eyed at Jaejun before scurrying out of your seat, bag and phone gripped tightly in your hands. You shook your head at him as you slowly began to back away.

“I’m sorry Jaejun...but I can’t do it.”

You flashed him a remorseful look before scurrying away, leaving him in stunned silence until his mind finally clicked with your words, causing him to lash out and deliver several sharp punches against the plastic screen until he was forcefully restrained by the prisoner guards, your name leaving his mouth as he shouted blue murder as he was dragged away from the visitation room.

Lee Sa-ra

Sara could not stop shivering. It was not because it was cold but because her body was yearning for the sustenance she has been relying on for nearly eighteen years. She couldn’t help but dig her fingers into her hair, tugging at the strands harshly, feeling her scalp burn from the intense amount of force she was using. It was not much but it was a small sense of relief, but it did not do the job like the real thing did.

The tremors wouldn’t stop and Sara felt like she was losing her grip on her sanity the longer she stayed cooped up in this hellhole with no form of entertainment, inspiration, or pleasure.

“...Sara?”

...There was perhaps only one form of pleasure that she found in this hellhole and that was when you decided to visit her.

Sara raised her head from its hiding place on the table surface, her arms creating a tent over her head to protect her from the daylight while her hair hung loose around her face, curtaining her from the offensive sunlight. Although even though her hair was in her eyes, it did not properly conceal her vision of you, your beautiful face staring at her with worried eyes as you sat from side of the screen. A crooked smile crawled along her face along with an empty cackle as she released her hair and sat up more straightly in her seat.

“You are so pretty.” She uttered, cackling afterwards before leaning her cheek against her palm as she gazed at you lovingly.

But you did not flush like you usually did when Sara commentated on your beauty, you instead look even more worried. You scanned her shivering body from what you could see from the barrier between the two of you before looking back at her, your hand gliding along the table surface towards the plastic screen.

“Sara...” You said softly, your eyes intensifying in their worry as your fingertips reached the plastic, tapping rhythmically against them as you continued to gaze at her. “Are you okay?”

“...Do I look okay?”

Instead of saying the words with a harsh bite, Sara instead lowered her arm and face to the table, resting her chin against her flat forearm with her eyes drifting towards your tapping arms.

tap. tap. tap. tap.

tap. tap. tap. tap.

She started tapping her own fingers in time with yours, matching their beat. The action made you sigh before you looked at her sadly.

“...No, you do not look okay.”

“...”

Sara didn’t say anything. She instead kept her focus on the tapping beat between your and her fingers.

tap. tap. tap. tap.

tap. tap. tap. tap.

“Is there not anything that the doctors can give you? A pill, a sedative, or something?” You asked, genuine concern in your voice.

...Laughter broke out of Sara’s mouth before she could say or do anything else. She simply couldn’t control it. She turned her head into the table and continued to laugh into it for a good few minutes before finally turning her head back to face you, your eyes wide in horror as Sara continued to cackle over your suggestion.

“Sorry baby...but who in the hell is going to give someone like me a drug for my nerves? They are the reason I am here in the first place.”

Sara had to admit that Moon Dongeun really did play her into her tricky little web despite their best efforts to not be caught by the damn black widow. When she had said that she had come for revenge, she was not joking and Sara was paying her apparent price for the stupid things they had done to her when they were in high school. The thought of the woman immediately made Sara’s smile disappear, the action not going unnoticed by you as you moved your hand to instead press it fully against the plastic screen, your palm pressed against it.

“Sara, I’m worried about you.”

“Aww...that’s sweet.” Sara teased, cackling again as she pressed her cheek against her forearm to gaze at you horizontally, her own hand moving to press against the plastic screen to cover yours.

So close and yet so far.

“Sara I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” You finally confessed, moving your hand from the screen to instead press your fingers into the speaker wholes that were provided in the screen. Sara didn’t hesitate to move her own hand until her fingertips were finally touching yours.

Her tremors stopped for a small moment. Her body responding to the small hint of warmth that you provided to her, the only kind of relief that she could find in this prison.

“...If you hate seeing me like this, why do you come?”

“Because I miss you.” You said immediately, your finger tips tightening over the edges of the plastic holes in the screen.

Sara gazed at you intensely, her previous lighthearted staring evaporated as she critically analyzed you from where you sat until finally softening her feature. Her tremors were subsided for the first time in weeks since she had been in here. For one moment, her mind finally felt at peace, and her body warmed at the single touch that your fingertips gave hers.

“I miss you too.”

“You will get out soon Sara, I know it.”

“...I hope so.”

Choi Hye-jeong

The cut on her lip still stung when she spike, and her left eye was almost completely swollen shut, making it difficult for her to even see you as you sat in the visitors seat while she sat on the opposite end. You didn’t even try to mask the gasp that had left your lips the second you saw her enter the room, the sound of it already breaking what was left of her already broken heart, which has been stomped on, cut, and bruised during her whole situation her.

Hyejeong felt like she was going to die. Death was quite possibly the only way that she would be able to save herself from this hell.

That damn Moon Dongeun...she completely ruined her life. She should be married by now, she should be on her honeymoon, being lavished in money and luxury while she would eagerly be awaiting to return to the city to be able to spend the rest of her time with you. She had it perfectly planned in her head, it was almost achieved too, but then she found herself suddenly being handcuffed by the police and led to a police vehicle and taken to the station for intense police questioning.

Hyejeong literally thought that her whole word was grinding to the edge of the universe when the words ‘accessory to murder’ had left the detective’s lips, along with the name of Sohee, who has been dead for practically eighteen years. Hyejeong immediately denied everything, refusing to accept any responsibility that Yeonjin had created when she decided to end the life of the high school student. But apparently there was proof for Hyejeong’s participation in the murder...even though there was no possible way for her to be involved with it because she was not there.

It had then dawned on Hyejeong that she was being framed by none other Moon Dongeun, the promise of revenge by the woman immediately ringing true as Hyejeong found herself being transported to a cell for the night until she was eventually transported to the prison. By the time she was eventually given the opportunity to call you, she had already been shipped off to the prison had been exposed to the multiple initiations of the women's prison.

“Hyejeong...” You uttered her name in such an anguished voice, the sound of it sending a wave of hurt and humiliation over her body as she ducked her head to avoid looking at you. “W-Why...”

“Because the people here are sick.” Hyejeong answered, not bothering to look up at you as she did not want to see the full damage to her face so up close.

“Hyejeong...” She heard a tremor in your voice and she glanced up to see tears forming in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling as you stared at her with a heartbroken expression. You lifted your hand and pressed it against the screen, your palm face her, almost as if you were trying to reach out to her. “Hyejeong...I am so sorry.”

“Don’t look at me with those eyes.” Hyejeong snapped, not reacting to your reaching hand as she ducked her head even further, her own hands tightened into fists in her lap as humiliation and pain continued to wash over her despite her attempts to stop it. “I can’t stand it.”

“Hyejeong-”

“Stop pitying me.” Hyejeong ordered, lifting her head to glare at you but then quickly returning it to its previous position in order to continue hiding it from you. She heard you tap against the screen.

“I’m not pitying you.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not Hyejeong. I’m heartbroken for you.”

“That isn’t any better.”

“Dammit Hyejeong, you don’t deserve this!”

Your raised voice made Hyejeong raise her head to gaze at you in surprise, not expecting you to raise your voice so suddenly. You were breathing heavily on your end, tears running down your cheeks with your bottom lip still trembling. With her eyes on you, you swallowed thickly before adjusting your hand on the plastic screen so it was not directly between the two of you. It was instead resting on the lower part of the screen where it met the table, your arm laying flat against its surface.

“Out of all five of you, you are not the one who deserves to be in bars. It is all four of the others who deserve to be here. Not you.”

Hyejeong knew that she did not deserve to be here. While she was a part of Yeonjin’s gang when they were in high school, she was not the one who had done all the stuff to Sohee, Dongeun and all the others. She was just watching. That is what she did best. She was not actually the one who had participated in all the stupid things they did when they were kids. She was not the one who killed someone, it was Yeonjin.So it was complete injustice to her to be locked up like some kind of animal, beaten down constantly while the rest of the others were outside living their lives.

None of them even bothered to see her, which clearly told her that she was no longer obligated to save them from the wrath of Dongeun anymore.

“...I hate them.” Hyejeong confessed, finally moving her hand to cover yours against the screen. Your expression grew dark as you nodded.

“I hate them too.”

“I hope Dongeun will bring hell on all four of them. In fact, she can take them to hell with her.”

“And I will get you out of here Hyejeong. If it is the last thing I’ll do, I will get you out of here.”

“...”

Hyejeong tensed her fingers as they pressed against yours against the screen, her own hand aching from her defensive attempts during her time here, her knuckles covered in bruises which you had not yet noticed.

“...Please take care of me.”

“I will Hyejeong, I will.” You promised, it being the only form of comfort that Hyejeong could take while she was trapped in this hellhole.

She hoped that Yeonjin and the others burned in hell for this...and from what she has learnt so far, Moon Dongeun was effective in her revenge so she could only imagine what she had in store for those other assholes. Guess she did have a small comfort to think of during her time here. Hopefully it was be as good in person as it is in her head. Guess she will have to wait to find out.

[etheries1015]

So I was scrolling through tumblr and saw this, https://www.tumblr.com/helena-and-helena-meta/733034749628710912/anyone-ever-just-be-doing-something-normal-and

So I wanted to know if you could write a fic or some headcanons based off it. Also, how are you?

Angst isn't really my forte, but I shall give it a decent shot :]

A sacrifice worth making

Featuring: Malleus Draconia

general warnings: Gender neutral reader, angst, kind of short. Sorry

TW: Depictions of injuries (Not gore) If there is anything else I missed, please let me know and I shall update this section accordingly

He thought you would never wake up. Seeing your frail body riddled with burns not reacting to any of the healing magic from the medicinal mages had given him very little hope, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach with a sour taste in his mouth he had never felt before. He hadn't felt this much agony in a very long time, how could he let it come to this? Allowing a human to shield him using their entire body, the prince of Briar Valley, the notion that the all-powerful fae wouldn't be able to save the one person most important to him further induced the dreadful thought he was not fit to rule at all.

He had not left your side, begs from Sebek or others had fallen upon deaf ears as he continued to try and have faith you would wake up. Every time he looked your way, he could not stop hearing your screams- those harrowing screams will haunt him for years to come. Every time he closed his eyes the scene played over and over, haunting him, forcing him to look as if his eyes were stapled open in a room of mirrors with no way of escape.

Nobody could have anticipated the creation of poison imbedded fire enough to kill off the prince of Briar Valley, and he knew if you were awake and he spoke of these worries to you, you would scold him saying it was not his fault and it was an unfortunate situation that had unavoidable circumstances and sacrifice. In the end, the potion that had been meant to hit Malleus- missed as you jumped in front of him and took the blow, your body bursting into flames as the deafening screams of pain escaped your mouth he watched your body drop to the floor. Although the poison that was laced within the flames was enough to kill a specific magic-induced fae, it should have had little to no effect on the average human.

Thus, It should have been an easy enough fix- you were to come into the best care that Malleus could possibly find you, and you were going to come back to them; smiling and speaking to him as you had always done. Yet as one day dragged on longer than the next, a week had passed and you showed no signs of awakening. Full of grief, Malleus had blamed himself more and more, until he could no longer take it. He could not find solace in the company of anyone else but you, the only person who treated him as his equal- you who would give him noteworthy advice, you who would speak your mind so freely and insisted he do the same. Although he felt a little silly and perhaps it was far too late, he took you up on opening his heart.

His long slender fingers traced your peacefully sleeping face, emerald eyes melancholy and longing to peer into your lively orbs once more.

"Your sacrifice," His voice was in a low whisper, "Will not...will not go unnoticed. Your bravery will be remembered all across Briar Valley," He choked up, feeling that same overwhelming feeling of grief.

"No, that...is not what I truly want to say," He pursed his lips, bending over to plant a soft kiss upon your forehead.

"I miss you, and... I'm sorry. I failed to protect you. Please, come back...I.." He couldn't find the words to describe the heavy feeling inside of his chest where his heart lay, it was the first time he had ever felt such strong emotions for another, much less a human. Their lives are far too fleeting, and he blamed himself for seemingly cutting yours short- and although time runs in the blink of an eye for Malleus- he could have sworn the time he spent waiting for you to wake up lasted ten lifetimes. A voice called to him from the doorway, and he knew it was that time of day to leave you once again. He gave you the promise of returning the next day as he had done every time he had to begrudgingly part from your sleeping form.

The Fae turned around to exit the room you stayed in, the same as he always had done after saying his goodbyes without as much of a farewell in return. However, what he did not notice this time, was the way your fingers moved ever so slightly- almost as if trying to reach him before the door closed and his shadow faded away...

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Masterlist

I hope that wasn't too bad. Thank you for the request <3

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All Over Again | S |

fem*Reader x Hyunjin

*WARNING*

contains: oral (f receiving), teasing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, denied orgasm, and praising, let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 2.4k

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“Would you let me?” his question lingers in the air. 

You think about it for 3 seconds and nod your head eagerly. His eyes grow to a different shade of dark, if that's even possible. 

Hyunjin stalks to you, caging you between his arms on the bed. He kisses you passionately, crashing his lips onto yours. His hands ride their way up your legs, crunching up the silk cloth of your nightgown. His kiss becomes animalistic when his tongue intertwines with yours. 

Instinctively, you tug at his hair, pulling him closer to your body. Hyunjin draws away from you, searching your eyes for something. “Are you serious about this?” 

You give him a small smile, trying to reassure his worries. “Yes, Hyunjin. I’m sure” 

And with that, it brings you here. Sprawled on the bed, nothing but a velvet white bed sheet covering your body. Hyunjin stands on the other side of the room, where his canvas and easel stand, a small table of paints. He’s dabbing his paintbrush on his palette, mixing it into a different shade. 

He sets the paintbrush and palette, full of skin-friendly paint,  to the side and walks to you. 

The soft sheet rests loosely over your naked body, and the coldness of the sheets does nothing to help the burn your body steams. Everything inside you zings with anticipation as Hyunjin makes his way to you. He searches your eyes again for any uncertainty.

He places a gentle kiss on your lips. “Are you in your head pretty girl?” the chuckle that escapes your lips vibrates through your body. You shake your head, his smile reaches ear to ear. 

With a gentle push off your body, he delicately removes the sheet. The cold air sends goosebumps over your naked frame. He stares in awe, watching you squirm. “Jesus, you're perfect” he leans back down just to press another kiss on your lips, but this time there's a newfound hunger in the way his hands cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss even further. His kiss travels to the corner of your lips, down your jaw, across your neck, over your collarbone, and to the valley of your breasts. He takes his time with each tender kiss, each time either a soft moan fills the room or your body reacts to his touch. 

Reluctantly, Hyunjin removes himself from your squirming body, you sigh from the loss of warmth. 

He retreats to where his easel and his palette lie, he takes his palette in his hand and grabs the paintbrush in his free hand. His breathing has grown heavy and with each step he makes back toward your writhing body, the anticipation only grows between your thighs. You press your legs together, begging for any friction to ease your throbbing core; the slickness coating your inner thighs. 

He’s hesitant, keeping the paintbrush firmly in his hand, his eyes never leaving your body. He sucks in a shaky breath, moving in closer with the paintbrush. 

His face contorts as he focuses on his diligent strokes, while your body quivers from the cold paint. The colorful paint stretches across your stomach. 

Even though Hyunjin stays focused on each whisper the brush makes; staining your stomach with a beautiful purple color, the bulge grows between his legs. His eyes waver from your painted stomach to your naked breasts. 

Hyunjin makes another stroke from between your breasts down to the end of your stomach. You can feel the thick paint starting to dry on your skin. You don’t realize you're still wriggling under Hyunjin, until he says, “Try to stay still, love” 

You let your arms reach above your head, giving him a full display of your breasts. He’s not only trapped you with his thighs, caging you beneath him, but also with his stare. His gloomy black eyes stare at you with so much love it could light up the sky. 

He darts his tongue out slightly to wet his lips and then brings the paintbrush closer to your hardened nipple. He hasn’t touched you there yet, but you can already feel the cold sting of the colorful liquid. You can’t help but rub your thighs together begging for any friction. Your eyes shut the second Hyunjin applies the cold paint onto your nipple. It shouldn’t feel this sensual, right? Hyunijn circles the paintbrush around your nipple, making it unbearably hard, it almost hurts. 

You moan from the sensation, tears brimming your closed eyes. You need more, you need him to touch you with his hands. “Hyun please” You don’t even know what you are begging for. 

“Does it feel good love?” you don’t hear any shuffle, but Hyunjin has quickly set the paintbrush and palette on the floor of the bed. 

Another small moan answers him and you pull at the sheets above your head. Hyunjin’s hands palm your breasts, pinching and kneading your nipples. The sigh that leaves your lips has Hyunjin growling and gripping your breasts ruthlessly, “Hyun”

“I need to clean you up before I can have you”

Quickly, Hyunjin retreats to his art corner to pick up the wet rag he always keeps with his materials. 

Next thing you know Hyunjin is slowly and delicately dragging the wet rag over the spots he painted on your stomach, removing the colorful paint. The water drips down your skin, sending goosebumps across every nerve. Then he drags the cloth over your painted nipple, wiping it clean. The cold material sends sparks straight to your core, making your hand slam against your mouth to stifle any moans. 

“Come on love, you know I love to hear you” he continues his gentle assault on your nipple. You slowly remove your hand from over your mouth and place it back above your head. The paint quickly washed away and the cloth was also thrown across the room. Hyunjin’s hands find their way back to your breasts, his thighs trapping you in place once again. He leans down to capture your lips, bullying his tongue over yours, you return the kiss with the same passion, the same aggression, the same hunger. 

His hands start to find no place on your body, as they search over you. You can feel his subtle thrust against your aching core, his bulge pressing against it making it ache and pulse. 

“Hyun, need you now” You moan, his rough, artistic hands contrast with your soft skin, which is too much for you to bear. You can already feel the knot in your lower tummy begin to form and your core pulses like it's on fire. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Please” You need something, anything. Friction, touch, anything to ease the slickness between your thighs. He could touch your clit with his fingertip and it could send you over the edge, you need him to touch you. 

With lidded eyes, Hyunjin slowly crawls down your wiggling body. He comes face to face with your bare cunt. Taking his finger and sliding it up and down your folds, spreading the wetness that's pooled between your thighs. 

“So wet for me love? Is this from painting you? Or from the wet cloth?” his eyes never leave your throbbing core. He keeps his finger teasing your entrance. your thighs try to squeeze together, practically pushing Hyunjin’s head closer to your sensitive sex.

Hyunjin’s hands wrap around your thighs to pin your body down on the bed, preventing any movement. “I said don’t move '' he looks up only for a second to see your eyes. There is something you don’t recognize, you’ve seen them dark and hungry, but this…this is pure lust. There’s a wildfire in them you won’t be able to put out. 

He resumes back into his position in front of your pussy. The feeling of his finger is long gone, when you feel the warm sensation of his tongue lapping at your folds. His grip on your thighs keeps you from squirming away from him, but it doesn’t prevent your back from arching off the bed. The sound that leaves your throat is filthy, but it sends Hyunjin moaning, which in return, sends a vibration through your pussy, creating a whole new feeling. 

Hyunjin sucks on your sensitive bud, showing no mercy. The small knot in your stomach has grown into a tidal wave that refuses to crash. With Hyunjin’s unforgiving tongue sucking, licking, and lapping away at your sex, it makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull, you’re seeing stars. And then…you feel his tongue enter inside your tight walls. 

Hyunjin starts to play a game. He plays a game with your pussy, seeing which spot his tongue hits makes you scream louder. 

He keeps his pace strategically slow, only picking up his speed in moments. He brings you closer to the edge every time but doesn’t let you topple into that heavenly feeling. You won’t be able to last for long with all this teasing and edging, all you care about at this moment is letting go.

“Hyun, please” you're panting, usually it takes a lot more to get you begging, but he also doesn’t tease you for this long. 

Hyunjin's head slowly rises from between your legs, he climbs his way up your body to be at eye level with your lips. He stares at your lips for a brief moment. You lick your lips, ready for him to kiss you, but he pulls away. He leans on his knees, getting a perfect display of your body. 

Hyunjin isn’t wearing much, at least compared to you. He’s wearing baggy white pants complimented with a very loosely open white shirt. It hangs low letting a perfect image of his toned chest to show. He looks at you like you're his last meal, or like you might disappear right in front of him so he has to study each curve of your body. 

“Fuck love” he breaths. It's not long when he’s pulling his baggy pants down his waist, springing free his hard length. It bobs against his lower abdomen, it's beautiful, just like him. Precum spills from the top of his rosy pick head, and his veins are practically screaming for you to lick them. 

You lower lip slides between your teeth, creating an indent, he hisses at the action. Neither one of you can wait any longer. Hyunjin leans down, weighing his body on yours and lines his cock with your entrance. 

You feel him flick against your sensitive clit. Your hips grind against him from the contact, “so needy baby” his smug smile returns, which makes you scoff. 

Hyunjin pushes his tip between your walls, the stretch is perfect. You clench your walls trying to pull more of him in. 

He pushes himself inch by inch, stretching you blissfully. Once he’s bottomed out inside you, he pauses for a moment. Relishing the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length, raw. You can feel everything, every vein, every twitch, and every indent his cock has. Your pussy is molded to him by now, but every time he enters your wet folds it feels like the first time all over again. 

“Hyunjin, you need to start moving” you plead with your eyes, looking up at his fucked out face, he’s in heaven.

With a wordless response his hips start to move slowly in and out of you. He starts with an intimate and sensual pace, hitting spots deep within you. He brings one of his free hands and presses your lower belly down, letting his cock drag along your insides. The feeling of his cock alone had you moaning, but the new deep feeling has contorted your face into a perfect little “o”. 

Both your moans fill the room like a symphony, even though his pace continues to be slow, his thrust have become deeper. If that was even possible. 

“Faster” you whisper.

Hyunjin grunts at your request, but he complies. “Yeah, you like this? You like me ruining this perfect pussy”. Hyunjin picks up his pace, his hand balancing himself to the side of your head.

The hand that was rested against your stomach crawls its way up to gently take hold of your throat, not too hard, but enough to make itself known. His deep thrusts become sharper, hitting your inner thighs with a subtle wet ‘smack!’

Your hands rake up the arm taking hold of your throat, your eyes feeling fuzzy. 

His words tighten the knot building inside you, you're so close, so unbearably close. “Yes” you're screaming, as he brutally bullies your cunt. “Rub yourself love. I need you to cum” His eyes shut, he's close too. 

You bring one of your hands down to rub gently circles on your clit. Your eyes shut tight at the feeling of Hyunjin penetrating your walls and your most sensitive bud being stimulated. “No love, open your eyes for me. I need to see you when you cum on my cock.” 

You pry your eyes open, trying to hold them open as Hyunjin’s gaze peers into yours. It's too much, watching himself lose control around you, the feeling of him pounding away at you, seeing his furrowed brow as he gets closer and closer to his release. 

That familiar knot tightens around you, your pussy clenches around him indicating your right on the edge. And right when you topple over, your eyes shut and your head slams back against the bed. Hyunjin grunts loudly when you flutter around his cock, you can feel his thick hot cum shoot spurts inside you.

He thrusts a few more times letting your orgasm ride all the way until you're squirming away at the overstimulation. 

He collapses on top of you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You're both breathing insanely heavy, your highs slowly coming down. It's not until you feel him gently kissing your neck, you question why he hasn’t pulled out? 

“Hyun, baby what are you doing?” 

“Punishing” it’s a simple response, and he says it so…nonchalantly.

You crane your neck to look down at him as he’s peppering kisses along your collarbone. You furrow your brow at him to explain.

He pauses to kiss your exposed body, “Oh honey, did you not hear me?” he leans up a small inch, but enough to gently kiss your lips. “I said look at me when you cum, now we have do it all over again” 

[buuchiu]

Sweet or kiss

Bada Lee x Fem!reader

Summary: You spend your Halloween night watching horror movies and eating sweets with your girlfriend.

Warnings/notes: short fic, just Bada being cute, fluffy and kisses.

Pd: English is not my language, I'm sorry if there are spelling problems.

Halloween is usually one of the most anticipated celebrations for people, whether they are adults or kids. Costumes, parties, alcohol, etc, that definitely wasn't your shit, not when you could spend your night in the comfort of your bed with candy and most importantly, in the soft arms of your sweetheart.

The room is almost in total darkness only being illuminated by the TV screen, on which "Carrie" is playing, one of your arms is around Bada's waist, your head in the crook of her neck and her legs intertwined, while she wraps around your shoulders, you keep your eyes closed for a moment enjoying the scent of her perfume, it was almost as if you were sniffing her with a slight smile on your face of satisfaction, how can someone smell so good?

Bada lets out a small laugh looking down, "Are you even smelling me?" She asks with fake mockery, she actually thought it was cute, thinking you look so soft in her arms, you were like a little puppy.

You look at her with your eyes wide open as you try to hide your smile, "No, of course not", Bada squints her eyes in your direction with distrust, you let out a laugh and hide your face in her neck, "Maybe, just a little" you confess softly.

"I knew it" the older girl slides one of her fingers through some hair that fell on your face admiring you, she has such a deep look that you become small under her, you feel your cheeks become hot and nervousness fills you, after a while together she still managed to get you like this, you were madly in love, it would be impossible not to be, wouldn't it?

You raise your hands to cover your flushed face "Oh, stop looking at me like that, please" your voice is shy causing Bada to turn you around so they are face to face, "Then stop being so pretty, you can't blame me" she murmurs so close to you that you feel her sweet breath crashing against your lips after she says each word.

You gasp in annoyance, you hate that she makes you feel so vulnerable, you hate how she leaves you speechless, not knowing what to answer when you were always a person with answers, "Stop it" you whisper.

Bada laughs subtly without wanting to sound mocking, sometimes it was fun to tease you but now she didn't feel in that mood "My baby got shy, mh" her velvety and pretty voice makes you blush, although the way she said baby to you was what broke the camel's back.

You look into her chocolate eyes, they look so sincere and cute when they look at you, you go down and get to her pink lips between open, so fluffy and shiny, kissable, really. Bada was the most beautiful girl you've ever seen in your life, in every possible way, you couldn't think of any flaw to be honest, which leads you to question... "I don't understand how I'm lucky to be your girlfriend, you're so perfect" you admit almost as a sigh, without taking your eyes off her.

Bada stands slightly transfixed, she opens her eyes at your words and feels her face get so hot it almost burns, she didn't know how to really react, she was always the one to leave you not knowing what to say and she enjoyed it but she never thought she felt like this, her stomach tingling and her mouth babbling.

On the other hand, you knew her too well to understand that she was nervous, which makes you laugh out loud "It was your turn, now you feel what I feel". Your girlfriend quickly pulls herself together, she wouldn't let you win at this, without changing her expression or letting you react, though it's not like you would refuse, she simply takes your cheeks in her palms and kisses you, a little lip smacking that fills both your hearts, it felt so familiar and comfortable that you relax against her, letting yourself sink into her hands, she holds you tightly, entwining her fingers in your hair, breaths tense and quicken, your grip on her waist aggravates, digging your fingers into her skin, Bada sucks on your bottom lip which makes your mouth open a little and unconscious you let out a moan, if they weren't this close no one could hear it from how low it was but you know she did when a smile appears on her lips, now, reddened.

You know she wants to tease you, so before she can say anything you turn and sink your face into the pillows, "I really hate you" growling to yourself. You feel her warm fingers touch your hip as she shamelessly pulls her body closer to yours, shuddering against her as her breath touches your ear, "Even you couldn't believe those words, honey" you whine falsely agreeing with her.

How could you hate her?

[lostfracturess]

【 ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ 】 8

x PAIRING gojo satoru x fem!reader (main); megumi fushiguro x fem!reader x WORD COUNT 10.2 k x SUMMARY you never wanted to become part of the world of jujutsu sorcerers, yet fate had other plans when the one and only satoru gojo took you under his wing at jujutsu high. as the lines between student and teacher begin to blur, hidden powers surge to life, and a deadly target is set on your head. x WARNINGS + NOTES this story contains partly abusive and possessive behavior, explicit content, graphic depictions of violence, injury, combat and angst. you can also read it on wattpad or ao3. pls like or repost if you enjoyed ♡

➸ ch 1; ch 2; ch 3; ch 4; ch 5; ch 6; ch 7

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈.

You barely raised your blade in time, the impact of Satoru's iron fist nearly jolting it from your grasp. You did your best to stand your ground. But that's easier said than done against the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

Sweat trickled down your forehead, stinging your eyes. You and Satoru had been at this for what seemed like an eternity. Your arms ached. Your lungs burned. But you wanted it that way. You told him not to stop unless you told him to.

You had sparred before. But today was different—there was an intensity in his eyes you hadn't seen before. It made you wonder if he'd always held back when he was training you.

In a blur, Satoru seized your wrist—a sharp yank, and your katana clattered away. He kicked it aside, eyes locked on yours. Then came a low, sweeping strike, targeting your legs. You jumped back, barely evading the strike, pain shooting through your ankle. But you forced yourself to stay upright.

"You think too much," Satoru said. "Clear your mind. Feel the flow of my cursed energy. Concentrate on me. Not my attacks."

"It's a bit hard when you're trying to kill me," you shot back.

"You wanted this," he reminded you.

Okay, you did tell him not to hold back, but for God's sake, you've lost count of how many times you've been hit today. And he seems to be enjoying this a bit too much. 

Without warning, Satoru lunged forward again. Your body reacted on instinct. You dodged to the side just as his hand sliced through the space where your head had been moments earlier. The rush of air against your cheek the only reminder of how close you'd come to a direct hit.

"Too slow," he scolded. 

Satoru reset his stance, poised for the next strike. He was merciless. You gritted your teeth. You barely managed to block and dodge his attacks, feeling the rush of air as his strikes narrowly missed your skin. Your own counterattacks always a split second too slow. The sand beneath your feet shifted with each movement, challenging your balance.

"Come on, focus," he urged.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Gradually, you found yourself driven back, each step taking you closer to the water's edge. The waves lapped at your feet, their cold touch startling against your heated skin. Your breathing grew heavier, each inhale torturous. Your muscles ached.

Suddenly, Satoru feinted to the left but struck from the right, catching you off-guard. You stumbled backwards, lost your balance and fell onto the wet sand.

Before you could straighten up, Satoru stood towering over you. His silhouette etched against the sky. "You need a break?"

You lay there for a moment longer, chest heaving, grains of sand clinging to your skin. "No," you managed to gasp out.

"Then stand," he commanded.

You rolled onto your side, struggling to stand up. You wanted to vomit.

"You're reacting based on what you see," his eyes narrowed. "That won't give you control in a fight. You need to sense my next moves, anticipate my attacks."

"Easier said than done when you have the six eyes," you retorted, finally standing upright.

"You don't need the six eyes to do that."

"And how the fuck am I supposed to 'feel' your attacks?"

"You just—" Satoru made a vague, sweeping gesture with his hands in the air. "—feel it, like—"

"Satoru, has anyone ever told you you're a terrible teacher?"

"Ouch," he shook his head with a smirk. "Let's try something different then."

He stepped closer, his hand delving into the pocket of his training pants, searching for something. "You trust me?" he asked.

"Depends."

He moved behind you, his breath hot against your neck. "Why so cautious, love?"

Darkness enveloped your world as he placed his blindfold over your eyes, securing it with a firm tug that drew an involuntary gasp from you. 

"Don't tell me I don't know exactly what you need," his words brushed against your ear. He pulled at the blindfold, tilting your head back, his lips grazing the side of your neck ever so slightly. "—know exactly where to put the right amount of pressure."

Your heartbeat quickened. But no—not now.

"Satoru, are we training or are you trying to fuck me?"

He gave a soft chuff, his lips curling into a smile, "Depends."

He released his grip on the blindfold. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The cool breeze from the sea gently brushed your face, carrying with it the faint scent of salt as you stood still, waiting for him to continue.

"Focus," he said, his presence circling around you. "Let your other senses lead you." Gently, he lifted your hand and pressed it against his chest. His heart beats steady underneath your palm. "Feel my cursed energy," he pressed your hand even tighter against his chest. "You don't need to see me. I want you to feel me."

You bit your bottom lip in concentration. The sensation of his cursed energy was like a pulsating force, a rhythm you could almost grasp. You vaguely understood what he was trying to teach you. You focused, trying to attune yourself to its flow, to understand its movements and intentions without the aid of sight.

"Good girl," he brought your hand to his lips, placing a quick kiss on your knuckles. Then he stepped back, and suddenly the air around him shifted.

"I won't hold back," he declared.

"Alri—"

Before you could finish, Satoru launched into action. His fist hurtled towards your face with lightning speed. You pivoted, narrowly dodging. But he was quick to follow up. Another attack came from the right, catching you off-guard. It sent you stumbling backward, coughing from the impact. The taste of iron filled your mouth.

He was serious.

He gave you no time to think, only to react. You felt another strike, pushing you even further back. You barely managed to avoid his next move. You held your breath. Dropping to the ground, you dodged a high kick. It was a close call.

Fuck. 

He was dead serious.

You tried to focus on the rustle of his clothes, the shifting sand beneath his feet, and the pulsing flow of his cursed energy. But he was so fucking fast. He unleashed a flurry of strikes. You managed to block the first few. Then they started landing, each more painful than the last.

"Focus," he paused for a second. Then lunged at you once more.

You blocked his fist, feeling a brief sense of achievement. But it was fleeting. In a swift move, he seized your ankle. Suddenly, you were airborne. You crashed into the ocean, the sudden biting cold shocking you to the core.

You gasped for air, struggling against the crushing waves. In an instant, Satoru was upon you, pressing you down under the water, his hand tight around your throat. His fist drew back, then shot forward. You jerked your head aside at the last moment. His fist slammed into the sand, inches from your face.

He was for real trying to kill you.

Another wave crashed over you, stealing your breath. Water filled your lungs. In desperation, you slammed your knee up into his midsection. He released his grip and staggered backward. You surfaced, gasping sharply for air.

You struggled to get up, your clothes drenched and heavy. Your left side hurt awfully. Probably a broken rib—a slow heal without Shoko's aid. Blood dripped from the corner of your mouth. You wiped it away and stepped out of the water onto the beach.

You could feel his presence, circling around you like a predator around its prey. You had to pivot constantly, tracking his every move. You could hear the faint sound of his breathing, the light touch of his feet on the sand, feel the movement of his cursed energy. Guiding you—turning you to face him each time.

With a quick movement, you ducked under his next attack, feeling the air shift as his arm swept overhead. You struck back, his cursed energy guiding your arm. Your hand grazed fabric, a near miss, but it was progress. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," he cautioned. Then his cursed energy flared. 

It was a warning. 

He launched a punch, his fists burning with the blue hue of his cursed energy. You twisted away just in time, the heat of his cursed energy rushing past you.

Is he for real—Is he for real using fucking cursed energy now?

You cursed under your breath. Then, you spotted your katana, a faint trace of your own cursed energy subtly marking its location. It laid a few feet away—behind Satoru.

You lunged towards him, even as he charged towards you. Satoru swiped his leg up, aiming to knock you down. You ducked and rolled under his leg, emerging on the other side. Your hand closed around the katana's hilt, lifting it just in time to counter his next assault. You channeled your own cursed energy into the blade, pushing back against his force.

"Stop holding back!" Satoru yelled. "Fight like you mean it!"

He moved again, his movements a blur. In an instant, he was upon you. His fist jabbed towards your chest. You sidestepped, feeling the air shift as his strike missed. Your katana arced through the air, aiming straight for his head.

Satoru reacted instantly. He spun, dodging your blade. The katana sliced only air. He pivoted, launching a kick. You barely blocked it with your right forearm. The impact sent pain shooting up your arms, but you stood firm.

"Fuck, Satoru, what are you trying to do here?" you gasped, your defenses wavering.

"I'm teaching you a lesson," he replied.

Satoru kept up the pressure, each move sharp and forceful. You were constantly on the defensive, retreating step by step. The soft sand of the beach gave way to the firmer ground as you neared the house.

You backed onto the driveway, but there was no break in his onslaught. Each parry and dodge took all your effort. Suddenly, with a powerful kick, Satoru sent you hurtling backwards against his parked car. The windows shattered instantly upon impact.

The cold metal frame bore into your back. Slumped against the car's hood, you gasped for air, spitting blood. Your vision blurred. But then, something within you shifted. Your senses sharpened, adjusting to Satoru's every move. You felt the energy pulsating from him. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. 

Now, even blindfolded, you could sense him closing in—could sense what he was about to do.

The air around Satoru seemed to thrum with cursed energy. He didn't hesitate. You barely had time to raise your katana in defense, the blade glinting in the fading light. But it was in vain for what was to come. 

He aimed at you and unleashed a Black Flash. The surrounding air twisted, his cursed energy darkening to an inky black. The world seemed to slow down. 

Your katana collided with Satoru's attack, unleashing a shockwave. It tore through you like lightning, reverberating through every bone. The force pushed you brutally into the car. The metal creaked under the immense pressure until it broke. The ground underneath fractured, stones splitting. You clenched your teeth, fighting against the onslaught.

Was that still part of the training? 

Or had he gone mad?

He might just fire a purple hollow at you for good measure.

His fist bore down on the blade, pushing relentlessly even as his flesh sliced through the blade. Another sharp pain shot through you—perhaps a second rib had succumbed to his force. Satoru's eyes burned, never leaving your gaze.

"Fight!" he commanded.

That was the breaking point, the thin thread of control snapping. Your instincts took over. Harnessing your own cursed technique, you reached out to the coursing energy of his attack. You had reversed it once; you could do it again. His cursed energy writhed and twisted, resisting your control, but you held firm. 

Then, with a defiant cry, you redirected the Black Flash back at Satoru, pushing the blade against him. His eyes widened in shock. The reversed attack struck him with a force he hadn't anticipated, forcing him backwards. 

His feet dragged through the sand, leaving deep trails as he fought for balance. But it was in vain. He crashed into a nearby tree with such force that it splintered instantly upon impact.

Seizing the moment, you leapt into action. Your body moved on pure instinct. Spotting an opening, you feigned a move to the left, then swiftly struck to the right with your katana. The blade found its mark, slicing into Satoru's shoulder—sending a surge of cursed energy through him. He stumbled back, a rare look of surprise flashing across his face.

For a brief moment, everything was still. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of you both and the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore.

You tore the blindfold from your eyes, your gaze immediately found Satoru. Blood oozed from his shoulder. Panic rushed through you. Quickly, you withdrew your katana, the blade slick with blood.

Why didn't he use his infinity?

"I'm so sorry, Satoru, I didn't mean—" Your apology was cut short. In an instant, Satoru closed the distance between you. His hand gripped your neck, pulling you into a sudden, violent kiss. His lips set your skin immediately on fire. Burning away the fatigue and pain that had you felt seconds ago. Making you forget the cold of your drenched clothes.

"Satoru, wait—" you tried to speak, your eyes catching a glimpse of the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder.

"Shut up," he breathed against your lips. "I need you—now."

His hands grasped your waist. In one swift motion, he lifted you up, not once breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around him as he moved towards the house. Your fingers weaved through his hair, drawing him even closer, responding to each of his intense kisses with equal fervor. A hunger for more, a need to feel every inch of him, skin against skin, overwhelmed you.

He pushed the door open and kicked it shut behind you. In an instant, he had you pinned against the wall beside the door. Your mouths collided again, taking the breath straight out of your lungs. You didn't care. You didn't need it anyway. All you needed was him.

His fingers worked hastily, peeling away layers of clothing. With his bare chest now exposed, you could see the wound on his shoulder slowly closing. Oh, how you wished you could use reverse cursed technique yourself.

He spun you around, your chest pressed against the wall. His hand found your throat and gripped tightly, a gasp escaping your lips. His other arm stretched above you, palm against the wall, enclosing you in his embrace. You could feel his arousal through his pants pressing against you. You arched into him, rubbing up and down against his bulge. A low moan escaped his lips.

"I swear to God, you could make me come with just that," he murmured before his mouth trailed down your neck, sucking and biting, his breath hot and wet against your throat. Heat floods your body in an addictive rush, setting every inch of skin on fire as you felt how hard he was for you. 

"Fuck, I need you so bad," he breathed out. Effortlessly, he lifted you and carried you to the couch, throwing you down. Quickly, he removed both your pants and his. 

Leaning over you, he speared his fingers through your hair, forcing your head back. "Open your mouth," he commanded and you complied, your tongue instinctively responding. Spit escaped his lips and fell against your tongue. Then his tongue plunged into your mouth again, sliding against your tongue to mingle his spit with yours.

You moaned into his mouth, hands roaming over his back, fingers digging into his skin, feeling the play of muscles beneath, all your pain suddenly gone. Now there was only desire. He closed the gap, pressing his bare chest against yours.

He groaned your name against your lips, sliding his hand between your thighs. He slid the fabric of your underwear across your clit, expertly using it for friction. Your body responded instinctively, arching into his touch, yearning for more. "Fuck, Satoru," you gasped, your voice laced with longing. You could feel him smirking against your lips.

He pushed your legs further apart to have better access. Satoru hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, smoothly pulling them down. Without a second wasted, he slid two fingers inside you. Deep. Slow. Painfully slow.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a choked gasp escaping your lips as he plunged deeper, his fingers skillfully finding and hitting your core. You clenched involuntarily around him. He smiled, pleased with the reaction he had on you. "God, you're already dripping," he said. "I barely did anything."

"Shut up," you managed to say, stifling another moan. The feeling of his fingers moving deeply within you was overwhelming. He swirled them, pressing against your inner walls. Your need for him grew intense, a craving for more—faster—harder.

You tried to push your hips down to pump his fingers in and out of you, but he stopped you before you could move an inch. A groan of frustration escaped you. "Stop playing around, Satoru," you said breathlessly, staring at him with pleading eyes that sent all the remaining blood in his brain south.

"Oh love, I haven't even started yet," he whispered before his head also went south. His cock already painfully straining against his boxers, but he wanted to devour you whole before he had his pleasure. He lifted your leg over his shoulder, planting kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Then, he grasped your hips, adjusting you for a better angle. He pressed his mouth to your clit, his tongue alternating between gentle licks and intense, drawn-out pulls. The sensation was overwhelming. Your hand found its way into his hair, gripping tightly as he pushed two fingers inside you once more. His movements of fingers and tongue in perfect sync. A tight coil of tension built rapidly in your core, teetering on the edge of release.

He forced himself to maintain a slow pace, drawing out each of your cries and moans before gradually increasing the pace and intensity until your arousal dripped down his hand. "God, you taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice vibrating against you.

Then, replacing his fingers with his tongue, he delved deeper, his hand pressing on your lower stomach. The sensation of his tongue moving inside you was intoxicating, causing you to squirm beneath him. "I'm so close," you whimpered, feeling the tension building relentlessly.

"I know," he said, his warm breath against your clit drawing another moan from you. You almost teared up, crying out his name in pleasure. "Come for me, love," he encouraged. You tried to stifle your loud moans with your fist, gripping the fabric beneath you with your other hand. Then, as the tension finally broke, your body shook around him, waves of your climax making you shudder uncontrollably.

Breathless, you tried to regain your composure as Satoru continued to gently lick and tease your clit, making your legs twitch. "You get so fucking tight when you come," he said, then meticulously licked you all up.

Satoru wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, savoring the taste of you. His blood pounded with arousal, visible in the strained fabric of his underwear.

"What the fuck did you do to me," he said, pulling you towards him and onto his lap. You slowly began to grind against the hard bulge beneath, feeling his desire palpable against you. His hands found your hips, guiding your movements. He tilted his head back, moans escaping his throat—fuck, he was so hot when he moaned.

"I won't last long if you keep doing that," he warned breathlessly.

"You don't have to," you whispered, trailing kisses along his neck.

"Oh, I do," he groaned in response, his words punctuated by moans. "I want you to fucking feel it, every second of it." He pulled down his boxers, his erection springing free, thick and visibly pulsing with need, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

You wanted him, all of him, inside you—an overwhelming need that eclipsed everything else.

He lifted you by your waist, positioning you right above his tip, holding you there. Your arms rested against the couch, finding support as you subtly moved your hips back and forth over him. A soft wince escaped him, his eyes fluttering shut before his mouth found yours again. The taste of you still lingered on his tongue, blending with the flavor you had come to crave.

Yearning to feel him all inside of you, you tried to lower yourself onto him. But his hold remained steadfast. "Fuck, Satoru," you exhaled, "—just fuck me already."

"Where's the fun with that, love?" he teased, his lips brushing against yours. He then allowed you to sink down just slightly, just enough to feel him at your entrance. It was alluring and frustrating all at once. You moaned, feeling him stretch you just a bit. You craved more, needed more.

"Just the tip," he whispered close to your ear, making your mind reel. He controlled your movements with precision, guiding you up and down in a torturous rhythm that allowed only the tip to slip in and out.

His lips found solace against the curve of your neck, trying to stifle his own cries of pleasure. His breath, heavy and ragged, synchronized with yours, reflecting a shared desperation. You couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck, Satoru, who's torturing who now?"

"Ha, you're right." In one swift motion, he pushed you down entirely onto him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, clawing at his neck. His pace was slow, maddening, each thrust deep and consuming, hitting just the right spots to make you moan uncontrollably against his neck.

"That's it," he moaned. "Take every inch, just like that. You take me so good." His words were punctuated by his deep, hard thrusts, each one driving you closer to the edge. You cried out, your mind emptied of all thoughts except the sensation of his cock pounding into you.

He pushed you back onto the couch, your back arched under him. Satoru's fingers dug into your throat, applying just enough pressure to intensify the sensation between your legs as he continued his hard thrusts.

Your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the growing tension within you, but they snapped open as he tugged sharply at your hair, tilting your head back. "Open your eyes," he commanded. "I want you to look at me while you come." 

His grip on your throat tightened, his fingers fitting perfectly around your neck, terrifyingly perfect. "I want you to see exactly who's making you feel this way." 

He quickly lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle—making it even better. Your skin grew hotter as he increased his pace, thrusting into you with such force that you would have slid up the couch if not for his firm grip on your throat.

Suddenly, your second orgasm overwhelmed you. Your back arched into him, nails digging into the skin of his back as your body tightened around him. "God, you're tightening—so—fucking—much on—me," he gasped, struggling to get the words out under the intensity of the sensation.

At that moment, Satoru reached his own climax, spilling inside you with a sharp hiss of pain. His eyes remained locked with yours, allowing you to witness every detail of his expression—the furrowing of his brows, his mouth agape, his hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead.

Satoru remained motionless for a moment, both of you catching your breath. Breaking the silence, he leaned in for another kiss, gentle and soft. Gradually, he lowered his head to your chest, his breath warm against your skin. He adorned your skin with soft kisses and licks, savoring the salty taste of your skin.

"You did so good," he said as he pulled out, his cum dripping down your legs. His gentle voice was at complete odds with the feral way he'd fucked you. Satoru glanced up at you, his eyes smiling at you, his satisfaction written all over his face. He continued to gently caress you until your breathing returned to normal.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"A bit late for that question, isn't it?" you raised an eyebrow. 

His mouth twitched with amusement, though his eyes remained heavy-lidded with desire. He then stepped back, beginning to collect the clothes scattered around the room.

"Did I hurt you?" you asked, propping yourself up on an elbow, your eyes tracing the faint line on his shoulder where your blade had made its mark.

"It's fine," he replied nonchalantly, tossing your clothes in your direction. "But it's strange, my reverse cursed technique doesn't heal me from your attacks as fast. Might be something about your cursed technique."

"Then why'd you lower your infinity earlier?" you asked, catching the clothes.

"Lower it?" He let out a light chuckle. "Not when you're coming at me like that."

"What?"

"You pierced through it. Wasn't that on purpose?"

"No, I—I mean, I wasn't really thinking about it."

Pulling on his pants, Satoru paused. His jaw might just hit the ground.

"You—What? You just redirected my Black Flash, intensified its power, found a flaw in my defense, broke through my infinity and outpaced me—all without even realizing it? I couldn't even track your move with my six eyes, and you're telling me it was just instinct?"

"Yeah, it all just kind of happened."

Satoru started to laugh. He walked over to you and gently cupped your face in his hands. "God, you've become so strong," he said, his voice soft with admiration. His lips met yours in a tender, loving kiss. "I fucking love you so much."

"But you need to learn to control it, not just rely on instinct," he added.

"Is that why you tried to kill me?" You tone suddenly cold.

Satoru flinched slightly at your words. "You know as well as I do, it's the only way to really push your limits. You wouldn't have attacked me like that if I hadn't done it first."

Yeah, what to answer to that.

But it was him. The Satoru you fell in love with. He probably did not know any other way to train you—just brute force or nothing.

He was so different from Megumi.

"When will I be able to face Mahito?" you asked.

He considered for a moment. "You've likely already surpassed Kugisaki and Itadori, maybe even Fushiguro. But you can become even better. You just need more time."

More time. The very thing you did not want to spend. You didn't want to hide, to bide your time. Your gaze drifted away.

"Hey, look at me," Satoru said, guiding your chin back towards him with his hand. "You're strong, you can beat him. Training, taking your time—it's not a weakness."

His piercing blue eyes held yours, almost overwhelming in their intensity. "Okay," you simply said.

"Good girl," he stood up. "Want some coffee?"

"No, I'm good," you replied, rising to dress yourself. 

Slowly, the adrenaline wore off, leaving you painfully aware of the injuries the fight had left you with. Everything hurt so awful. You walked over to the glass front of the living room and peered out. Each step painful. It was already getting dark outside.

Carefully, you touched the side of your ribs, assessing the damage. Even the slightest pressure sent a sharp pain through your body. Satoru moved to your side, his gaze lingering on you.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's fine," you said, trying to downplay the pain. But a sharp flinch as you probed your abdomen betrayed you.

"Let me," he said, carefully lifting you onto the countertop of the kitchen. Despite your elevated position, he still stood taller. His hands moved gently over your skin, searching for injuries. As he found each bruise and cut, his movements grew more urgent, his brows furrowing. 

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, as if he only now fully grasped how deeply he had hurt you. The sight of your pain struck him deeper than any physical wound ever could. 

Frantically, he rummaged through a drawer and returned with disinfectant and bandages. Opening the package with a quick tear of his teeth, he carefully began tending to your wounds. Each touch was gentle, but his hands trembled. You winced as the antiseptic stung the cuts.

Suddenly, Satoru's composure cracked, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "If only I could use my reversed cursed technique to heal you—or fuck at least teach it to you—,"

He wiped the back of his hand hastily across his eyes. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," he repeated.

Your blood ran cold at his sudden vulnerability, seeing the man who always seemed untouchable, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, now laying bare before you. He looked so young right in this moment. So broken.

"Satoru," you said softly, but he didn't really hear you.

Silence followed. The soft rustle of clothing and the distant lapping of the ocean waves the only sound. Satoru's touch was painstakingly gentle as he wrapped bandages around your abdomen, as if he feared causing you even more pain. He avoided meeting your eyes.

"Satoru, it's okay," you repeated. He did not answer.

"Satoru—," you said again, this time reaching out to grasp his arm, halting his movements. He blinked, as if coming out of a trance, and looked up, revealing his red-rimmed eyes—a sight you had never seen before. It nearly made you cry. You never wanted to see him so broken ever again.

"It's okay," you said, holding his gaze. "That's what we do. We fight."

Your words were meant to comfort, but you saw the subtle tension in his jaw, the catch in his throat that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"I hurt you," he said, as if he couldn't really believe it himself.

"You did, and it hurt," you said, cupping his face between your hands to calm his trembling. "But I asked for it. I told you not to hold back, because I need you to train me. It was my choice."

His eyes, usually so bright and playful, were so dark and unfamiliar. "I should have been more careful. I should be the one protecting you, not hurting you. I should—"

"Stop. Satoru, stop. You've always protected me, more than anyone ever has," you insisted, trying to ease his guilt.

He swallowed hard, the tension in his jawline still evident. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

"I'm fine, Satoru. You could never hurt me. No matter what you do to me."

His gaze lingered on you, searching for the lie in your eyes. He nodded after a second, but the worry didn't fully leave his face.

"And now get me some damn morphine, or I'll pass out,'" you added.

He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He rummaged through the drawers once more, his movements more composed now. Finding what he was looking for, he handed you a pill and a glass of water. "This should help."

As you took the medication, he resumed tending to your wounds, his touch more confident now.

"I think I may need a new car," he quipped, plucking a small shard of glass from your skin.

"Yeah, that's totally done," you said with a chuckle, but immediately regretted it as you felt a sharp pain again. You winced slightly.

"Easy, love," Satoru said, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before returning to tend to your wounds.

A comfortable silence enveloped the room. You turned slightly and gazed out the window, watching the waves crashing gently against the shore. "It's so beautiful."

Satoru looked at you. "Yes, it is."

"You know we could stay here," he eventually said.

You turned to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"No one knows we're here. We could leave it all behind. Forget the chaos." You could see the pain in his eyes. How much he wanted it. Just to be. Nothing more. Here in this house. As a couple. Away from all danger. It broke your heart to say it.

"That's not us, Satoru. We're sorcerers. We know nothing more than the fray, we deserve nothing more than that. That's our reality."

"I'd give it all up for you."

"No, you wouldn't, Satoru. I know that as well as you do. You thrive in the midst of sorcery, in the thrill of battle. It's as much a part of you as it is of me."

"Doesn't that scare you?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"Does it scare you?" you echoed back.

"You're insane," he muttered.

"Perhaps," you said with a wicked smile. "But I wouldn't want to marry someone who didn't find sheer pleasure in killing curses."

His eyes widened a fraction. "Is that—are you saying yes?"

"Maybe," your lips curved into a smile. "But first, kiss me." 

No sooner had the words left your lips than he was upon you, his mouth pressing fervently against yours, moving in perfect harmony. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, lifting you in a whirl of excitement. "Ahh, Satoru, that hurts," you winced, and he immediately set you down with care. "Sorry, sorry," he apologized quickly.

"I fucking love you," he said as he showered your face with kisses, repeating "I—love—you," with each gentle press of his lips.

You allowed yourself to be enveloped in his affection, savoring each kiss, knowing that whatever was to come was far from easy—far from pretty—far from safe. Dread lingered within you, the feeling that your time together was running out.

You should tell him. Tell him what you're going to do, but—

No. 

You didn't want to destroy this moment. You wanted to hold onto this sweet haze a bit longer.

"I love you too, Satoru."

You meant it, more than anything.

****

𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Megumi, Yuji and Nobara sat around a table in the bustling cafeteria of jujutsu high. Yuji was animatedly describing some absurd encounter he had earlier, flapping his arms for emphasis.

"And then," Yuji said, "the cat just—"

"Hi," a familiar voice from behind cut him off mid-sentence.

An immediate hush fell over the cafeteria. Every head turned in your direction. Satoru stood one step behind you.

Your friends were momentarily stunned, their conversation forgotten. Nobara's eyes widened as she leaped up from her seat, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. "You're back!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing in the suddenly quiet room.

Yuji's face broke into a wide smile. "No way! How long has it been?"

"I can't believe it, you're really back," Nobara stepped back, her eyes scanning you up and down. "But seriously, what are you wearing?"

"Satoru had it custom-made for me," you said, giving a slight twirl to showcase the sleek, black uniform that clung neatly to your form. The material, lightweight yet impressively durable, shimmered subtly under the cafeteria lights.

Nobara's eyes suddenly darted to your hand. "No way!" she shrieked, her voice climbing octaves in sheer thrill. "No way!"

She seized your hand, her eyes fixed on the gleaming ring on your finger. The sunlight caught the jewel, making it dance with a spectrum of colors.

You leaned back into Satoru's presence, your smile widening. "You can call me Mrs. Gojo now."

Nobara's face lit up. Her eyes reflected the delicate sparkle of your ring.

"Seriously? This is huge!" Yuji joined in as he wrapped you both in a tight hug.

"Congratulations," Megumi said as you locked eyes with him over Nobara's shoulders. He smiled. Weakly, but he smiled. And you had never been so happy to see his smile.

Nobara, still holding your hand in hers, lifted her eyes to Satoru. "You better take good care of her, Gojo, or you'll have to deal with all of us."

Satoru smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Tell us everything," Nobara urged, dragging you back to the table.

Satoru pulled Megumi aside, his grip on his arm tight. "Megumi, I need a word with you."

Megumi's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"I need you to keep an eye on her." Satoru glanced at you, observing your chatter with Nobara and Yuji. "Something's off. She's hiding something from me."

Megumi followed Satoru's gaze. "You think she's in danger?"

"She's planning something stupid, I know it." Satoru's face hardened slightly. "I trust you, Megumi. Please, just watch out for her for me."

Megumi nodded. "You have my word."

With a nod, Satoru returned to the table, masking his worries with a practiced smile. As he approached, he leaned down to place a tender kiss on your cheek. You responded instinctively, your hand finding his cheek in a gentle caress. Then Satoru took a seat beside you.

"So, how long are you staying?" Nobara asked.

Your smile waned. "Not long. I came to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?" Nobara echoed, her brows knitting. "What do you mean?"

"I'm here to kill Mahito."

The table fell silent.

"Kill Mahito?" Yuji repeated. His eyes flicked back and forth between you and Satoru, seeking some kind of explanation.

Satoru leaned back in his chair. "That has always been the plan."

"Then we're with you. You're not doing this alone," Nobara said.

You shook your head. "No, Nobara. This is something I must do on my own. Mahito is my responsibility."

"But—" Megumi interjected.

"I'm not weak anymore," you stated firmly, locking eyes with Megumi.

Yuji leaned in, his hands clenched tightly on the table's edge. "You can't expect us to sit back and do nothing."

"I need you to trust me," you insisted. "It's all settled anyway."

Megumi and Yuji exchanged uneasy glances. "What do you mean by that?"

"We left Mahito a message. He knows when and where to find me."

"Are you insane?" Megumi couldn't hide his alarm.

You shrugged. "No more than usual."

"I'm kinda getting scared. You sure this will work?" Yuji asked.

Satoru leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. His gaze fixed on you.

"I'm sure," your lips curved into a cruel smile. "Besides, I'm not the hunted anymore." 

"It's them."

****

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

"You and I."

"You and I," he repeated. "—against the world."

Satoru's blue eyes held yours in a gaze so intense it felt like falling into an ocean. His hand rose to your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin in a tender touch. He looked at you, as if seeing you, truly seeing you, for the first time. As if he had just realized what love truly is.

Yuta's voice broke the silence. "Now, by the power vested in me by... well, let's say by the spirit of this unique moment, I pronounce you married. You may kiss now."

Then, as if drawn together by a force greater than yourselves, you and Satoru leaned in for a kiss. His lips met yours in a tender and gentle kiss. Yet filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. It was a kiss that sealed your vows.

A promise of forever.

The world seemed to stand still as you kissed. The only reality that mattered in that moment was the feeling of Satoru's lips on yours, the warmth of his embrace and the unspoken promise of a lifetime together.

"I love you," he breathed against your lips.

"I love you too," you said.

Satoru's hand found its place on your back. Holding you in his embrace, he tilted you back. His lips found yours again in a deeper, more passionate kiss. His tongue brushed against your lips, seeking entry, and you eagerly granted it. You felt him smile against your lips. 

Then Satoru gently lifted you back upright without breaking the kiss. He held you close to his chest, his heartbeat echoing the rhythm of your own. As your lips finally parted, you were left breathless. 

You didn't have to turn your head to see that Yuta's face was red all over.

****

"I love you."

Satoru pushed you back through the door of the house. He began to hastily shrug his suit jacket off his shoulders as his tongue explored your mouth. Satoru's kiss was maddening, a clash of lips and tongues that spoke of a longing he had only for you. 

You struggled to catch your breath between kisses. Still, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting him steal your every breath.

"I love you too," you said breathlessly. "But wasn't it a bit rude to kick Yuta out so quickly?"

"Yeah, we owe him an apology," his grin widened. "But that can wait for now."

Your pulse quickened. Satoru's hands moved under the fabric of your dress, running his fingers up over your hips, touching your bare skin, pressing you close against him. You hastily loosened his black tie and started to unbutton his shirt. 

You bit your bottom lip as he skillfully found that most sensitive spot between your legs, sending a thrill through you. Your breath hitched. You grasped his hair, pulling so hard it must've hurt.

Satoru's strong arms enveloped you, lifting you with ease as he carried you into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. He paused for a second, taking his time to look at you, intense yet caring, as he brushed a loose hair from your face. You reached out, your hand gently cupping his cheek as you held his gaze.

"I'm all yours," you whispered.

"And I'm all yours," he repeated.

Then he kissed you again, hard and demanding. His lips left yours, tracing a path down your jawline, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake. He nibbled at your skin, his teeth grazing your neck. Every inch of you marked by him as his.

Because you were his.

Forever.

****

"What's on your mind, love?" 

You tore your gaze away from the window and met his eyes. "Nothing."

His fingers traced lazy circles over the exposed skin of your back as you lay side by side on the bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the open window, and a gentle early summer breeze from the ocean rustled the curtains.

Satoru propped himself up on his elbow. "Don't lie to me."

You hesitated for a moment. "I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"That you'll stop loving me."

"What do you mean?"

"What if I do something that makes you hate me?"

Satoru hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours. "You could never do anything to make me hate you."

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

Satoru gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gaze unwavering. "You can't choose which parts to love and which to leave out," he began, his voice a soothing murmur, "—even in all the dark moments. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You are not perfect, but neither am I. Still, I choose you."

You bit your lip. It started to bleed.

"Hey, look at me," he urged gently, cradling your face between his hands. His eyes glistened in the moonlight. "We're in this together."

You wished you could believe it with all your heart.

He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath caressing your skin. "My life is all yours. It was always yours to begin with," he whispered.

"And my life will always be yours," you repeated.

But the fear still whispered in the recesses of your mind. In that fragile moment, all you could do was cling to him, savoring the precious time you shared, clinging to the hope that love against all odds would be enough.

****

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Somehow I believe that the greatest pain one will ever know is to wake up one day and realize that time has run out.

"You nervous?"

Satoru's gaze met yours. He had barely slept the night before, his weary eyes accentuated by dark circles. His cursed energy seemed to charge the very air with tension. Uncontrolled. Still, his senses were on high alert.

You didn't sleep either. Your mind raced. But it didn't matter anyway. It would either work or you'd be dead. So you remained outwardly calm, perhaps too calm for what was to come.

"No," you replied after a moment's pause. "Are you?"

Satoru smiled. "Nah, I trust you."

Silence fell again as you both waited—waited for the inevitable confrontation.

Ruins surrounded you. Remnants of the Christmas Eve battle. The city was so destroyed that the government had not even bothered to rebuild it. Buildings stood like skeletons. The streets were eerily deserted, their emptiness broken only by the whisper of wind stirring the debris.

It looked like a graveyard.

"They'll be here soon," Satoru said.

Your fingers instinctively curled around the hilt of your katana, reassuring yourself that it was still securely at your side. "Yeah, I can feel it."

He turned toward you, closing the distance between you. His hands gently cradled your face, lifting your eyes to meet his. "Don't do anything stupid," he implored, his concern etched in his gaze.

Your stomach tightened. "I won't."

Satoru's gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer, as if he wanted to remember every detail, as if this moment could be the last.

"What is it?" you asked, searching his eyes for any hint of what he might be thinking.

"You're so beautiful," he said softly, "—even when you lie to me."

The air suddenly grew colder.

"They're here," he finally whispered, his hands still gently holding your face.

"They are," you affirmed.

You didn't need to look to know. Their cursed energy was impossible to miss. You could almost sense the malice in their grins. And there he was, among them, just as you had expected.

"He's mine," Satoru declared.

"Mahito's mine," you countered.

A smile flickered across his lips.

"Kiss me, Satoru."

He obliged without hesitation. His lips met yours with a tenderness that betrayed the dire situation you were about to face. The kiss was soft, almost chaste, yet it carried the familiar fever you always felt with him. 

Heat spread over your skin as his kiss deepened, and the world around you momentarily faded into a blur. Then, with a final, lingering kiss, he pulled away and placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

"I love you. Stay safe," he whispered, his breath warm against your hair. His eyes locked onto yours one last time before you both turned to face them.

Mahito stood in the center. His cruel smile seemed to burn itself into your memory. He looked at you like a predator eyeing his next meal. How foolish.

"Go," you said.

Without wasting a moment, Satoru burst into action. With lightning-fast speed, he charged towards them. His eyes locked on Kenjaku.

Satoru's attack sent Kenjaku spiraling backwards with a force that smashed him into one building and then another, causing the structures to collapse under the sheer impact.

This left Mahito alone in the midst of the battlefield.

"Finally, we meet! I've been so excited about this," Mahito taunted, his hand clawing at his face. His expression twisted into a grimace that seemed barely human. "You done hiding?"

"You're the one who should hide."

His response was a derisive laugh. Then, he advanced.

You didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, you surged forward, katana in hand. Mahito twisted grotesquely to dodge. But you were already pivoting, blade slicing through the air. With a surge of cursed energy, you unleashed a strike that sliced through everything in its path towards Mahito.

The ground shattered beneath you, a violent crack opening a gaping chasm. Mahito narrowly avoided it, losing his arm in the process. He tilted his head back. His manic laughter filled the air. "You've really gotten strong!"

"Nah, you're just weak," you wiped his blood off your katana onto your sleeve.

Mahito's laughter died in his throat. His face twisting into a mask of fury. 

Your gaze locked onto his shifting form. He was a blur, constantly moving. He was everywhere, nowhere. He lunged, morphing into a grotesque, colossal figure. His massive punch came hurtling down from above. 

You raised your katana just in time, blocking the blow. He shifted again, his arms morphing into bladed weapons. He slashed at you from both sides. You leapt, dodging the first attack, but he followed swiftly. 

A second strike sent you flying backwards into the remains of a building.

Dust and debris swirled around you. You rose from the rubble despite the pain coursing through your body. You narrowed your eyes, focusing on Mahito's every move. You raised your blade when Mahito came at you again.

You parried his relentless attacks, each strike faster and fiercer. Suddenly, he morphed his arm into a massive, hurtling mass. 

The blow connected, pushing you back and skimming the edge of the building. In the last seconds, you slammed your katana into the brick wall. You halted your fall.

Climbing up, you were met with Mahito's grotesque visage. He hovered above you. His foul breath was overwhelming. You had no time to react.

His next blow struck hard, sending you crashing to the unforgiving ground below. Pain seared through your body, leaving you gasping for breath. Your eyes darted around, searching for any sign of Mahito's presence.

Then, rising from the ashes like a devil, Mahito lunged at you once more. With a swift motion, you slashed your katana through the air, intercepting his attack before it could land. Mahito was hurled backwards and crashed into the ground.

Seizing the moment, you leapt into action. You swept your leg up, sending him reeling and slamming into a nearby wall. He crumpled to the ground, his grotesque form momentarily subdued.

In the blink of an eye, you were upon him. Your foot pinned him down, your katana poised, gleaming like a deadly arc of silver. With a swift stroke, you severed his arms, ensuring that he couldn't touch you. He gasped, his breath wheezing from his lungs.

"Where are the fingers?" you pressed, your voice cold.

Mahito's eyes widened. "Ha?"

"Where. Are. Sukuna's. Fingers."

Mahito seemed to consider your question for a moment, then he erupted into a shrill, mocking laugh. "Are you insane?"

You pressed your foot down harder. "You have them with you, don't you?"

His expression twisted into a sneer. "You talk like you want to use them, bitch."

"Save your breath," you snapped. "Just tell me where they are."

"You'd have to kill me first," he cackled, as if the idea amused him.

"You say that as if it's a hard thing to do."

Mahito's eyes turned pitch black. In an instant, his body began to transform, swelling grotesquely in size. Before you could react, you found yourself engulfed by his monstrous form, trapped within his flesh. 

Darkness closed in around you, a suffocating void where you could no longer sense any cursed energy. Not even Satoru's. 

Panic surged as you scanned the oppressive darkness that surrounded you.

You were trapped. The air grew thin.

You struck out with your katana, slicing through Mahito's flesh. But it held firm. 

Shit.

Suddenly, a surge of energy rippled through the darkness. Light flashed. A face appeared, one you knew all too well.

"Yuji!" you exclaimed as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you free from Mahito's grotesque form. Together you tumbled to the ground, rolling through the dust until you crashed into a wall.

You coughed, dust filling your lungs. "What are you doing here?"

Yuji, pushing himself to his knees, looked up at you. "Mahito's here. I had to come."

You smiled. "Should have expected that from you."

He chuckled.

"Watch out!" another familiar voice shouted. You looked up just in time to see Mahito lunging towards you. Suddenly, you were being yanked backwards, barely avoiding where Mahito's fist slammed into the ground.

"Megumi??" you gasped.

"Long time no see," he replied, a wry smile on his lips.

Your hands hastily found Megumi's shoulders. "You shouldn't be here—not you. You have to leave," you urged.

Megumi's eyes widened. "What are you saying?"

"Bad time for a reunion," Mahito sneered, his grotesque form lunging at you. But Yuji was faster. His kick sent Mahito spiraling sideways.

"Don't lose focus, guys!" Yuji shouted. You quickly turned to see Mahito rising from the dust. His shrill laughter reverberating through the desolate space. At the same time, your gaze shifted to a bright blue light in the sky—it was Satoru.

"Kenjaku's here too," you informed them.

"Kenjaku? Really?" Megumi exclaimed.

"Yeah, Satoru's handling him," you said. You turned back to face Mahito as he closed the distance with large, menacing strides. 

Yuji and Megumi positioned themselves beside you, fists raised.

Shit.

Time for a change of plans.

Mahito split into three separate entities, each advancing towards you with frightening speed. You drew your katana, meeting Mahito's initial strike head-on. 

The battle had escalated into a chaotic melee, with Yuji and Megumi grappling with their own versions of Mahito.

Mahito's relentless attack pushed you back, or perhaps you let yourself be pushed back. Who really knows.

"You're the original, right?" you asked, a sly grin on your face.

He sneered. "Eager for Sukuna's fingers, aren't you?"

"Just very interested." 

You shoved him away with your blade. Mahito transformed again, his body becoming an arsenal of blades. He slashed through the air, each miss sending shockwaves that shattered the remains of nearby windows. 

The shards flew like a deadly rain, cutting through air and skin.

You clenched your teeth against the pain. You moved through the storm of glass and steel towards him. Then, you saw your chance.

You made your move. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching out as you calculated your attack. Mahito's eyes widened in shock, realization dawning upon him too late. 

His vulnerability exposed.

Your katana sliced through the air, aiming at his exposed flank. The blade struck with deadly accuracy, cutting through his flesh. Cursed energy collided with cursed energy. In that fleeting instant, time seemed to freeze. Mahito was immobilized.

"Ahh, there they are." You could feel the distinct cursed energy of Sukuna's fingers within Mahito's flesh. He must have hidden them in his stomach.

"You're insane," Mahito yelled.

He struggled against your attack, trying to morph and escape your grasp. But he couldn't. 

You used your cursed technique to pin him down, preventing him from transforming. Why did you never understand this before—if you could manipulate cursed energy, you could also suppress it. So simple.

"Heard that a few times today." 

You sliced open his stomach while he was powerless. Inside, wrapped in cloth, were the fingers. You pulled them out and stepped back. You watched as Mahito's form collapsed into a grotesque mess.

Black liquid oozed from his wounds. He stumbled, clutching at the gaping wound in his stomach, trying in vain to reform.

"Yeah, that's going to take a while. My cursed technique stops the flow of your cursed energy," you explained nonchalantly, examining the fingers in your hand. 

Mahito was left writhing and powerless. His usual ability to regenerate and morph was crippled by your technique.

"What are you?" Mahito gasped, collapsing back onto the ground.

You turned towards him, taking deliberate, slow steps. You towered over him. "The wife of Satoru Gojo. What did you expect?"

Shock etched Mahito's face. "You don't know what you're doing."

"Yeah, whatever."

Without a moment's hesitation, you ended him. Your blade sliced through his flesh effortlessly. Maybe you should feel something. Relief. Shook. Anything. But you felt nothing as the light in his eyes faded.

Perhaps it was the influence of all the malevolent cursed energy you had been manipulating in training for the past few moths. You were so used to it that you believed it had already become a part of you.

The remaining Mahito duplicates, linked to the original, crumbled as well.

You secured the fingers in a side pocket on your belt. 

Focus.

No room for mistakes now. 

Satoru would soon notice what had happened.

Scanning the area, Yuji and Megumi weren't immediately visible. You moved toward the last spot you had seen Yuji.

"You did it!" Yuji exclaimed as he spotted you. His appearance was battered, but nothing seemed critical. Megumi, seen from the corner of your eye, looked similarly worn.

Yuji's eyes sparkled. You hated what you had to do.

"I'm sorry, Yuji," you whispered as you lifted your katana.

Megumi's voice attempted to reach you. But it was lost. It was drowned out by a high-pitched ringing in your ears. Your vision tunneled, focusing solely on Yuji's frightened face in front of you. 

You hated yourself so much in this moment.

Then, out of nowhere, a sudden, brutal impact from your left. 

A car, hurled as if from the hands of a giant, slammed into you, sending you careening to the side. For a disorienting moment, you were airborne, uncertain if you were still flying or had met your end.

You hit the ground hard. You reeled over and over until your body crashed violently into a building. Your head struck the cold stone. A sharp pain shot through your skull. You were momentarily disoriented. Lost.

With a groan, you pushed the car off you, your legs straining against its weight.

You struggled to stand. Your fingers slipped against the blood-stained wall, unable to find a grip. Your skull throbbed merciless. Your vision blurred. You couldn't see properly, couldn't make out where you were. 

You coughed, a spatter of blood staining the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?" Satoru's voice cut through the chaos. You lifted your head, fighting to focus as you met his gaze.

"Did you just throw a fucking car at me?"

"I told you not to do anything stupid," Satoru hissed.

"You don't understand," you struggled to your feet, meeting his gaze. He looked so sad under all that fury. "I'm here to end this once and for all."

"It's over!" Satoru shouted. "Mahito's dead. Kenjaku's dead. It's done! Can't you see that?"

"It'll never be over as long as he's alive!" Blood spilled from your mouth as you screamed.

Silence.

"Don't make me hurt you," Satoru warned.

"Try it."

In a blink, Satoru was upon you. His leg swept towards your face. Your eyes widened, time seemed to crawl. You twisted your arm, drawing the katana to block. Flesh met steel. Pain shot through your arms. You gasped, blood trickling from the corner of your mouth.

Cursed energy crackled along your blade as you pushed Satoru back. He staggered but quickly regained his footing. He launched another attack. You managed to block it, then countered. 

Satoru's leg came up in a swift kick to your ribs, hitting a recently healed, now likely re-broken, spot. He knew your weakness all too well. You stumbled back, pain flaring in your side. 

That bastard.

"Why not use your cursed energy, Satoru?" you taunted, clutching at your side. Blood seeped through your fingers.

"I would be stupid to do so," Satoru replied with a wry smile.

He was on you again in an instant. A sharp blow grazed your cheek, sending a jolt of pain through your face. The taste of blood filled your mouth. You recoiled, slashing your katana through the air and striking the ground.

The impact created a chasm, splitting the earth so wide that Satoru was caught off-guard and fell into the void. You leapt back just in time to avoid the same fate.

Scanning the area for Yuji, you began to move towards him. You bit down on the pain that tore through your body.

But suddenly something grasped your ankle, yanking you back and sending you hurtling towards a building. At the last moment, you twisted and absorbed the impact with your feet. You heard the audible crack of a bone breaking.

Satoru quickly caught up. He lunged at you, a flurry of blows and counters followed. Sparks flew as steel met flesh. With a precise blow, you pushed him back. 

He crashed into the ruins, a cloud of dust and debris momentarily hiding him from sight.

Your legs barely held you up. Pain shot through them with every movement. 

Suddenly, you felt the wind caress your face and whip your hair behind you. Then, a bright red light erupted from the clouds of dust, hurtling straight towards you. The heat of Satoru's cursed energy burned your cheeks.

In the last moment before impact, you raised your katana, intercepting Satoru's attack. You struggled against it. The sheer power nearly escaped your control, but then you deflected it. The force annihilated everything to your side.

You collapsed, the world spinning as you lay there. You coughed. Blackness was everywhere. You moved your hand beneath your chest, biting down on the scream of pain as you pushed upward. 

You felt the thud of Satoru's steps approaching.

Get yourself together. You're so close.

Then, Satoru stood before you.

"I didn't expect our marriage to be like this."

"As if we could ever have a normal married life," you replied, looking up at him. The words felt sharp in your throat, like knives cutting through your heart.

Satoru kneeled down in front of you, his hand gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. You forgot how to breathe as his intense blue eyes bore into yours. He looked at you as if there was still something in you worth seeing, worth loving, despite everything you had done.

"We could have that, if you would just let it happen. But you think you deserve nothing, so you ruin it. But listen to me, love. I want you, all of you-your flaws, your mistakes, your imperfections. I want you and only you. Despite everything you've done, I still love you with all that I am." His voice nearly broke. "It's not too late."

"This is greater than us, Satoru. Someone has to do it," you said, the words coming out choked and pained.

"You think I care about anything but you?" he countered firmly, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped your eye. "I could happily watch the world crumble to ashes, as long as you were there, standing beside me."

"You should hate me, it would be easier if you just—" you started, but he cut you off.

He silenced you with a kiss—a kiss so deep and consuming that it blurred the lines between where you ended and he began.

"I'm all yours," he whispered against your lips.

"And I'm all yours," you breathed back.

Pain.

Satoru's eyes widened in shock as he felt the pain. 

He gasped, his body trembling, but he didn't fight it. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Tears streamed down your face as you held his gaze, your hand still clutching the dagger buried in his side, effectively stopping all cursed energy within him. 

You stabbed him deep enough to make him unable to fight for a few seconds, but not deep enough to kill him.

That was it.

The End.

You had done what you believed needed to be done, even if it meant hurting the person you loved most.

You wished you had no heart.

➸ continue reading chapter nine (last one)

a/n: thanks you so much for reading and have a lovely day or night! ♡

[subskz]

omg thinking ab making felix, lino, or chan squirt.. i'm not okay

what a fun trio hehe each of their reactions would be so cute in its own way 💓

channie always tries to take everything you give him like a good boy no matter how worn out he might be, so if you decide to keep going for multiple rounds, he’ll be more than eager for you to use him to your heart’s content <3 even when he’s sweaty and panting and spent he still nods obediently when u ask if he’s ready to go again…but what he doesnt anticipate is how after countless orgasms, the next one u draw out of him is the strongest yet…no matter how willing his mind is, his poor body just cant keep up now that youve milked him dry </3 he would be absolutely mortified once his foggy mind realizes why he feels like he’s cumming more than usual and why it feels so weirdly intense. the moment he processes it, he’s burying his burning face in his palms, squeezing his legs together in a useless attempt control himself, half-moaning, half-wailing in embarrassment…he apologizes like crazy afterwards, pouting when u wont let him help clean up his mess bc he’s completely exhausted and needs to rest after you pushed his body to its limit like that 💔 he definitely wouldnt be able to look you in the eye for a few days after without going completely red hehe but it turns him on all over again to remember it

i think of the three, lix would be the one who actually hopes to make it happen on purpose…curious lil kitty wants to know what it feels like, even if it’s a lil embarrassing <3 he’d beg you to keep going once you’ve made him cum, even when his body is writhing around from hypersensitivity he’d keep pleading w the cutest, high-pitched whimpers for you to overstimulate him right into another climax. it hits him hard and fast and before he knows it he’s spraying everywhere and letting out sounds you’ve never heard him make before…he’d definitely get a lil shy once he sees the aftermath but mostly you’ve got a giggly ditzy blissed out baby to take care of now bc it took a lot out of him, but felt so good that he’s just floating on cloud nine! i think he’d be especially clingy afterwards, gazing up at you w the biggest hearts in his eyes bc of the ways you’re able to work his body n bring him pleasure that he couldnt even dream of bringing himself~

lino is getting edged bc…of course he is 🙏 poor kitty is extra huffy and impatient today bc he didnt even do anything this time for u to be so mean to him. the only way to ever get him to do any work is when you deny his orgasm, n before he even realizes it he’s grinding down on your strap out of frustration, whining for you to just let him cum already. but you just shush him and pin his hips to the mattress, promising that it’ll feel even better for him if he bears w it <3 he’d definitely try to get his way by mouthing off but the more you bring him to the brink of his climax the more difficult it gets for him to do anything but babble desperately for you…the moment he finally gives in and whimpers the magic word so sweetly, you rub ur thumb in quick circles over the head of his dick and tell him to let it all out like a good girl 🥰 suddenly lino is cumming harder than he ever has in his life and even as he squirts all over his tummy he doesnt process what happened until well after he’s come down from his high…he would be humiliated out of his mind, even moreso than channie bc not only is he embarrassed abt his body reacting like that, he’s also embarrassed that he was so into it. he brushes off all your teasing w a huff but he definitely spends a long time thinking abt it afterwards and tries to figure out how he can ask u to do it again without looking too desperate

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— PICK ME, CHOOSE ME | A CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE ROMANCE

happy belated birthday @pedrito-friskito 💜💜💜💜 this gift is from both me and @inklore we love you so so much and I hope you had the best birthday ever! thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💗

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader , santiago garcia x f!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst, second chance romance, smut

word count: 1.5k

summary: Frankie is the ex you can't seem to get over and Santi is the one that got away; which one will you choose?

a/n: at the end of this you will be given two options between santi and frankie that will take you to the respective characters ending. this part is purely fluff.

Weddings were never your favorite. 

The crowd, the fake laughter, the smell of flowery perfume all around you—clogging your nostrils and making you sweat—none of it is really for you, but you bear it. You'll endure it because one of your favorite people in the whole wide world is getting married to one of the nicest people you know. You still remember the first time Will told you all about her, telling you about her mesmerizing smile and her kindness.

You stare off into the distance, noticing Benny throwing an arm over Will and shaking him. The younger Miller seems to be equally as excited as the groom, if not more. 

Walking around, your thoughts start to drift, the crowd around you blurring as you manage to swipe a glass of champagne off of one of the trays. You haven’t seen either Frankie or Santi yet, and if you’re being honest, you’re not sure how you’re going to react when you do inevitably see them. The three of you were going to be sitting at the same table after all. 

With a sigh, you tilt the flute up and take a sip, the strawberry bumping softly against your lips. Things with Frankie had been tense since your breakup; you two still talk, but there's an undeniable awkwardness that lingers between you. You guess it's normal. It's only been a couple of weeks, after all.

Having been close friends before you started dating, hurting each other became all too easy; your words struck too deep without meaning to. You couldn't deny that the two of you had fun, and Frankie was a good man who'd do anything to keep you smiling. However, when you argued, even the smallest things became too intense. The breakup had been a mutual decision to protect the friendship the two of you still had.

That didn’t stop you from missing him though.

Then there was Santi; the one that got away. You two could've happened, and you almost did during one fateful night at the beach where too much alcohol was involved. You still remember how close he was, your eyes constantly dropping to his parted lips, eager for a taste. But, nonetheless, the anticipated kiss never came, and you just assumed you read the signs wrong. 

After that Frankie happened and all was forgotten. 

Delicate glass still in hand, you stand there lost in thought— until you finally see them. 

Santi and Frankie. Both looking slightly disheveled and breathing heavily as they make their entrance into the venue. 

Despite yourself, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Their eyes quickly scan the crowd and upon seeing you, they both start heading in your direction. Your heart races, and a bubbling anxiety takes hold, but you try to steady yourself. They approach with familiar ease, as if no time has passed at all. Santi stands a bit closer to you while Frankie puts some distance. 

"Hey, hermosa, how you’ve been?" Santi asks, his arm coils around you, pulling you closer as his fingers dig into your clothed skin. You shiver at the contact, feeling the tips of your ears starting to burn.

“I’ve been good,” you answer smoothly. “You two are late.” 

“The car broke down,” Frankie mutters, eyes dropping to where Santi holds you. You meet his eye and he quickly averts his. “And we had to call a pick-up truck and find a cab.”

“How unfortunate.” 

Frankie snorts, his eyes lighting up with amusement, “That’s one way of putting it.” 

Before you know it, Benny joins the group, his excitement palpable. He throws his arm around you, Santi, and Frankie, pulling all four of you into a very tight hug. 

Benny's grin is infectious as he asks, "So, what are you guys planning to do after the wedding?"

You shrug as Benny loosens his grip around all of you but still has his arms keeping you together as if one of you might try to run away, "Well, I’ll probably just head back. I don’t have anything else to do."

“That’s boring,” Benny pouts. 

You don’t miss the way Frankie playfully rolls his eyes, meanwhile, you giggle at how heartbroken Benny looks. You gently nudge him in the stomach, “What about you, Benny?” 

You regret the question instantly as you see the smug grin stretching across his face, “Gonna take one of the bridesmaids out.” 

Santi ruffles the blond's hair with a smirk, “Of course you are.” 

“Maybe you should try getting some tail too, Pope,” he gestures towards the crowd. “The world is your oyster. Maybe if you find someone you’ll finally get that stick out of your ass.” 

Frankie's laughter rings out, and you can't help but join in, the tension in the air slowly dissipating. His laughter has always been contagious, and it warms your heart to hear it again, even after everything that's happened between you. As Santi turns to give Frankie a lighthearted glare, you catch his gaze before he averts his eyes. In that fleeting moment, something lingers in his expression – a hint of longing, a trace of something unspoken. 

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a rush of heat cascading over you.

Benny, eager to make the most of the wedding, announces, "Well, I'm off to find my bridesmaid. See you guys later!"

He releases his grip, and you watch him head off with his trademark grin, leaving you with Frankie and Santi. The air feels different now, the dynamics shifted, and you're acutely aware of the proximity between you and the two men who've played such significant roles in your life.

Santi's arm remains draped casually around your shoulders, but you can sense a change in his demeanor. There's a softness to his voice as he speaks, "It's been a while, hasn't it?" His fingers brush against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

Frankie clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. His gaze meets yours again, and this time, there's a depth to it that you can't quite put into words. It's as if he's trying to communicate something to you through his eyes alone. Your heart races at the unspoken connection, the memories flooding back.

"Yeah, it has," you reply, your voice a little quieter than usual. The air between you and Frankie is charged, like a bridge waiting to be crossed, or a chasm that you're afraid to fall into again.

Santi's fingers give a gentle squeeze on your shoulder, and you turn to him. He offers a small smile, his eyes searching yours for a question you don’t know the answer to.

Frankie shifts his weight and his gaze flickers between you and Santi. He’s uncomfortable, you can tell. He always had been more observant than he let on. With a knowing smile, he pipes up, "Hey, why don't we find a spot to sit? It's a wedding, after all. We should enjoy ourselves."

Santi nods in agreement, releasing you from his hold. As the three of you start walking towards a quieter corner of the venue, you catch glimpses of the couple dancing and laughing, surrounded by the joy of the celebration. The three of you settle at a table, the mood lighter than before.

As the night progresses, you find yourself caught up in the stories, the shared laughter, and the easy familiarity that once defined your friendship. With each passing moment, the awkwardness that had existed earlier seems to fade, replaced by a rekindled connection. 

And then, just as the night air becomes cooler and the stars twinkle above, both Santi and Frankie turn to you, their gazes expectant, inviting. Your heart races as you're caught between the two, a choice hanging in the balance. The past and the future, familiar comfort and the allure of the unknown – they all beckon to you, pulling you in different directions.

Santi leans in slightly, his voice a soft murmur, "Do you wanna go someplace else and catch up?"

Frankie's eyes lock with yours, a mixture of fondness and something deeper, more complex, in his gaze. He clears his throat, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, "I know we've been through a lot, but I keep thinking of you. Maybe we should give this another chance? Do you want to head to someplace quieter and talk?"

Your heart races as you stand at this crossroads, the weight of your decision heavy on your shoulders. It almost feels like two children tugging at your arms, your body threatening to rip into two. The music plays on, the celebration continues, and the night is full of endless possibilities. 

Who do you choose?

You rekindle with Frankie: Letting the warmth of your shared history guide you, you lean in a little closer to Frankie. The memories of your time together, the laughter and the good times, resonate strongly. It's a chance to rebuild what you once had, to explore the potential of what might happen.

You explore with Santi: Santi's presence offers the promise of something new. There's an electricity between you, a path not taken that still lingers in the air. The connection you felt during that fateful night is still there, waiting to be explored further.

[bllk-after-dark]

a lesson in pleasure.

pairing. reo x nagi x fem!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, threesome, reo teaches reader and nagi how to get each other off, soft!dom reo, switch!nagi, switch!reader, reader is fembodied and she/her pronouns are used, handjobs, fingering, cum eating, praise, cumming untouched

“Okay, so let me get this straight.” Reo says from where he sits across from you and Nagi on his floor. 

“You guys want to take your relationship a step further, but neither of you know what you’re doing. So you want me to teach you?” He repeats what your boyfriend had bluntly told him only moments prior, looking between the both of you for confirmation. 

Nagi hums his agreement and you shrug, fingers nervously twisting together in your lap. “Yeah pretty much.”

The silence that follows as Reo contemplates his answer drags on for seemingly forever, both you and Nagi sitting tense with anticipation at how his best friend will answer such a request. 

After all it would normally seem kind of strange to ask this of him, but Nagi had offhandedly mentioned a few days ago how he and Reo used to get off together and always had this shared fantasy of having a threesome with somebody. This became relevant only hours later when you and Nagi had ended up having a heated makeout session and wanted to keep going, but failed miserably due to inexperience. 

Neither of you knew what to do with your hands or whether or not you were supposed to be talking, and it killed the mood so fast that you agreed immediately when Nagi suggested this as a solution. Thinking back, maybe you should’ve been a bit more hesitant, but when it comes to Reo - Nagi’s best friend Reo that is unfairly attractive and endlessly charming no matter what he does, who in their right mind would say no?

So, here the two of you are now in front of him, waiting to see how he’ll react. Reo rests his hand on his chin and he glances around the room like he’s solving a difficult equation in his head before he nods stiffly and meets your eyes with his own piercing look. 

“Sure, why not?” Reo agrees easily, pushing himself to his feet. “After you.”

Nagi shares a quick look of surprise with you before standing up and leading you down Reo’s long hallway and to his bedroom. The whole way there, you’re acutely aware of Reo’s purple eyes burning holes into the back of your neck and it sends an excited shiver down your spine, your underwear already beginning to feel damp against your skin at the thought of what you’re about to be doing. 

When you finally reach and enter Reo’s bedroom, Nagi goes to stand by the edge of the bed while you hop up to sit on it. Reo eyes the two of you waiting for him before he shuts the door behind him and leans against it with his arms crossed. 

“Ready?” He asks slowly. When you both nod in unison, a dark look passes over his eyes. “Then strip.”

Nagi starts with his sweatshirt while you go for your socks, then your sweater, and then your shirt. By the time you’re only left in your bra and pants, Nagi is down to his briefs, already hard and twitching underneath them, and Reo quickly calls for him to leave them on. 

“Why?” Nagi asks impatiently. 

Reo only shakes his head in response. “You’ll see. Just help her take everything off.” 

Ever so compliant, Nagi takes a few steps forward and reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He unsurprisingly gets it on the first try despite never having done it before, the annoying genius he is, and both he and Reo inhale audibly when it falls away from your chest. 

Nagi pauses to stare for so long, sizing you up with his burning gaze, that Reo has to snap his fingers from across the room to bring him back to the present. “Do you want to touch her or something?” Reo huffs in amusement. 

Nagi turns to face him and nods, eyes shining darkly under the bedroom light. 

“Then touch her.”

Nagi certainly doesn’t need to be told twice, and after receiving a consenting nod from you he raises his hands and cups both of your breasts against his palms, squeezing them firmly. His skin is rough against your nipples and it makes you shudder, back arching slightly to press closer to the warm contact. 

Nagi releases them slightly before spreading his hands and kneading into your flesh again, this time catching and squeezing your pebbled nipples in between his fingers until you’re rubbing your thighs together and sighing deeply. 

“Good,” Reo praises, voice sounding closer than before. When you glance over, he’s no longer leaning against the door but waiting a few feet behind where Nagi is standing between your legs in front of the bed. “Get rid of her pants now.”

Biting his bottom lip between his teeth, Nagi releases your boobs from his clutch and slides his hands down your stomach to unhook the button on your jeans and help you shimmy them down your legs. As soon as they hit the floor, he’s making his way back between your thighs. 

When he turns to see what Reo wants him to do next, his throat bobs with a gulp at the way his best friends’ pupils have almost completely swallowed the color of his eyes. He’s staring at the both of you hungrily, and your legs twitch helplessly at the fire that starts burning in your gut. 

“Nagi, stand still.” Reo orders, moving forward to sit next to you on the bed. “And try to keep your hands to yourself.”

“What are we doing?” You can’t help but ask, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. Reo sends you a smirk that has your eyes flashing in anticipation. 

“I’m going to show you how to make Nagi fall apart.” He responds slyly. One of his hands slowly trails down to Nagi’s thigh, and then he’s brushing the back of his hand over Nagi’s cock through his briefs in a way that has your boyfriend swallowing thickly. “Watch carefully.”

He smoothly dips his hand into Nagi’s underwear and wraps a firm hand around his dick before sliding it out of its confines. Reo licks his lips at the way his fingers look wrapped around him, and Nagi inhales through his teeth sharply when he starts slowly pumping him. You watch with growing curiosity and arousal at the little beads of precum that are already forming at the top. 

“One thing about Nagi,” Reo begins, rubbing the tip of his finger through the clear liquid. “Is that he likes it best when you squeeze tighter towards the top and looser towards the bottom. Like this.”

True to his word, Nagi’s breath speeds up and his eyes flutter shut from the way Reo is moving his hand over his cock. Quiet, stuttered groans are slipping out of his throat and Reo watches him carefully while his hand skillfully moves up and down. 

Nagi’s hands are fisted in the sheets behind him as he tries to hold himself steady, hips twitching and chasing after the pleasure coming from Reo’s hand. 

“Want to give it a try?” He finally asks after a few more moments of watching his best friend melt under his fist. You nod immediately at the question and reach forward to take Reo’s place as soon as he lets go. 

Nagi whimpers helplessly when your hand wraps around his cock, your skin much softer and warmer than Reo’s in comparison. It’s heavy against your palm and much hotter than you expected, and the way you can feel him throbbing in your grip starts forming a hazy, lust filled cloud over your thoughts. 

You start stroking him exactly as Reo had instructed, tightening your hand every time you tug upwards, and the delicious squeeze on his cock successfully drags more heated noises out of him. 

“Feels good right?” Reo mutters lowly near Nagi’s exposed neck. Nagi can only nod in response, too focused on the attention you’re giving him elsewhere, and it has a thoughtful look breaking out over Reo’s face. 

“Start massaging your fingers over the tip, yeah, just like that.” Reo instructs you expertly. “If i’m not mistaken, if you just-“

It seems, however, that you found what he was having you look for, because the second your middle finger slides between the grooves behind the head of his cock Nagi’s knees are nearly buckling and a guttural moan is forcing its way out of his throat. 

Reo has to reach behind him to keep him from collapsing while you continue to abuse the spot and watch Nagi writhe and convulse in utter bliss at how good your hand feels around him. Having already been unbearably hard and twitching uncomfortably in his underwear watching a scene he thought would only ever be a fantasy play out in front of him, Reo finally snaps and hunches forward with a choked off groan as he spills into his pants untouched. 

Nagi follows shortly after, white ropes of cum shooting out over your fingers and onto the floor while he gasps and tries to keep his legs from giving out at the way you’re milking him for all he’s worth. 

When his dick stops twitching in your hand, you finally release him and let out a long, shuddering breath. Before you can even register the movement, Reo is grabbing for your cum covered hand and starts licking your skin clean without a second thought. The heat between your thighs has grown entirely unbearable, and Reo seems to be more than aware of this as he finishes cleaning you up and scoots over to make room for Nagi on the bed. 

“Lay down on your back in the middle.” Reo tells you gently. After letting Nagi catch his breath for a bit longer, he punches his shoulder lightly and smirks. 

“Ready to return the favor?”

Any post orgasm exhaustion that had started taking over quickly cleared from Nagi’s eyes at this. He nods curtly and is already crawling onto the sheets to kneel over you without Reo having to say anything. 

“Excellent,” Reo mumbles. “Spread her legs.”

Complying easily, Nagi pushes your legs up and apart to reveal the absolutely soaked crotch of your panties. The fabric is nearly translucent at this point, and both males in front of you groan lowly at the sight. 

“See all of that?” Reo hisses darkly, nudging Nagi with his shoulder. “That’s all because of you.”

Nagi’s eyelids grow heavy at the sight of you spread out beneath him, desperate and dripping just from jerking him off under his best friend's expert instruction and watchful eye. 

“Fuck.” Nagi murmurs thickly. 

Reo leans back and tilts his head with a knowing grin splitting his cheeks. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Nagi answers by reaching forward to tug the remaining article of clothing off of your body, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood at the string of slick that follows when he pulls it away from your skin. His cock is already twitching back to life as he hungrily takes in the sight between your legs. 

“Watch, and take notes.” Reo instructs while he draws closer. Your hips jolt as soon as he dips his hand down and brushes his fingertips through the wetness of your folds, the roughness from the pads of his fingers catching on your clit perfectly. 

Reo gnaws at his bottom lip impatiently as he starts rubbing small circles against the swollen nub, instantly pulling a cacophony of whimpers and gasps from your throat from finally being touched where you needed it most. 

Nagi’s eyes zero in on the movement sharply as Reo slides his hand down and inserts his index and middle fingers into your twitching pussy. Your back arches slightly off of the bed at the intrusion, your legs twitching and kicking out gently as your body craves for more. 

“You have to start off slowly, and then gradually pick up speed.” Nagi nods along as Reo informs him of the proper way to finger you open, eyeing the way his best friends’ hands have you twitching and gasping for more. 

After watching his best friend work you up for another minute or so, Nagi finally becomes impatient and shifts restlessly. “Let me do it.”

Reo glances at him questioningly out of the corner of his eye. “Are you sure you got it?”

“Yes.” He says roughly. 

That's all Reo needs to hear before he’s sliding his fingers out of you and moving away so that Nagi can take his place. You watch with bated breath as your boyfriend lowers his hand and experimentally prods and rubs circles against your clit, the same way Reo had shown him. 

Your stomach twists and coils with pleasure. “Nagi,” you whine. “please.”

“Go on,” Reo encourages him breathlessly. “put your fingers in.”

As soon as two of his fingers are breaching your twitching walls, you’re grinding your hips against his hand desperately. He's starting slowly, just as Reo had done, but you need more than that and moan wantonly as need clouds your thoughts. 

“Faster, please- ngh!” 

Right as you start to say this, somehow with pinpoint accuracy, Nagi accidentally finds your g spot and digs the tips of his fingers into it just hard enough to have you throwing your head back and screaming. 

“Right there.” Reo says hurriedly. “Keep pressing into that spot, don’t go any faster or slower, just pick a speed and stay consistent.”

Learning quickly, Nagi picks a speed just fast enough to have your thighs twitching helplessly and starts brushing his fingers over the rough spot inside of you with every pass.

After a few moments of this, Reo reaches around Nagi and starts playing with your clit again while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. The combination has your hands twisting into the sheets and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, the feeling way too much and still not enough at the same time. 

His other, unoccupied hand grips Nagi’s throbbing cock and starts tugging it at the same pace as his fingers pistoning in and out of you. Nagi whines as his hips jerk into his best friends’ touch, already so close again from how unbelievably hot this entire thing is. 

The coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter with each passing second, licking at your nerves until you’re gasping for air and nearly choking on your moans as they force their way out of your mouth. 

“Don't stop,” You plead shakily. “I’m gonna- fuck-“

Nagi and Reo hold their pace steady even as you convulse and gush around and against their fingers, squirming and trembling as your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane and fills your vision with white static. 

Nagi cums a second time from watching you lose yourself beneath him while Reo pumps his dick fervently and releases a long, drawn out groan as ropes of his cum shoot out and land on your stomach. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Reo pants, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head while he releases into his underwear again, hips stuttering against the part of Nagi’s back that he had been desperately grinding against the whole time. 

As the three of you come down from your highs, the only sound that fills the room is multiple people's harsh breathing. Sweat clings to your body in a thin, sticky layer that helps cool down your overheating body as you catch your breath. 

“That was-“ You start, too blissed out to finish your sentence. 

“Uh huh,” Nagi agrees brainlessly, lifting an arm to wipe his sweat soaked bangs out of his eyes. 

“Glad you guys think so,” Reo chuckles roughly. “Don’t get too comfortable yet though, we’re not done.”

“What?” you and Nagi both exclaim at the same time, whipping your heads around to gape at him. The smile that rests on Reo’s lips is wicked, and you can already feel the heat in your stomach sparking to life again because of it. 

It's going to be a long, long night. 

aly. honestly i have no words i'm just so down bad for reonagi. thanks for coming to my ted talk.