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#I FELT THIS STARTED STRONG AND WENT DOWNHILL

3xiles · 2 days

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Sweet lies

Pairing • Toji x gn!reader

Warnings • Angst!, Cheating mentioned, suggestive, manipulation, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!, Cursing, not proof read sorry!! lmk if i missed anything >.<

Word count • 405 words

A/n • This is my first time writing in a while LMAO. I hope you all enjoy! :)) Repost are always appreciated!

You knew your marriage was going downhill the first time you caught him but, you being young, naive, and stupidly in love you let yourself believe the foolish lies that he would spill to you every night. The tongue that was used to pleasure another being the same one let the words “i love you” effortlessly roll off.

You met Toji when you were fairly young. A fresh college graduate moving away from home to a new city to start your new life. Things were going great! You were able to snag a great job as an accountant and you were making good money. You got a beautiful pent house apartment and were wearing clothes that years ago you thought you would never be able to afford and not to mention all at the age of 24. Yeah, things really were going great for you and things would still be that way if you just hadn’t gone out that night.

You had met a group of girls from this dance class you joined when you first moved and they somehow convinced you to go out clubbing with them one night. ‘What’s the harm in one night out?’ you repeated to yourself in your head, you were never really the clubbing type. Little did you know that one night would somehow change the course of your life. You met Toji on this night out.

He had this charm to him. Maybe it was something about a man that was older that got it you or the strong cologne that hit your nostrils as soon as he walked up. It could’ve been how smooth he was with his words and how dominating his presence was. At first glance he seemed scary but something about him made you feel… safe. Using that deep rasp voice and smooth combination of words he managed to bring you home that night.

It wasn’t something you were proud of, you didn’t like one night stands. Afterwards you were ashamed you would let yourself go like this, especially with a guy you just met not even 2 hours ago! You can’t lie tho, he was the best fuck you’ve ever had. He fell asleep shortly after so you took that as your que to leave. Before you leaving you left your number on his nightstand, you wanted to see more of him but it also made you feel better about the situation. Much to your surprise he ended up calling a few days later and asking you out on a date. It made you feel good, he wanted you. He wanted to turn into something. All that talk at the club wasn’t just to get in your pants, he actually liked you! You both went on more dates and shortly after began dating. It was a very nerve wracking experience for you, him being your first relationship since high school.

You fell hard. He made you feel things you’ve never felt before. He was all you wanted and more. He was nothing like the guys your age, he was grown. He was doing things for you that you’ve only seen with TV couples. Bringing you flowers while you were at work, random dates and gifts, and so much more. Toji was the man of your dreams but like every couple you guys had your ups and downs. The thing that made them all better, that damn mouth of his.

Toji’s words were your drug. He just always knew the right things to say. He had you right in the palm of his hand and you didn’t even know it. The things he has convinced you to do are unbelievable and looking back on it now you definitely wouldn’t have done them. Cutting off all your friends because in his words “They are all too immature” and “bad influences”, moving out of the apartment you loved so so much because he says would be better to wake up with you by his side and even quitting the job of your dreams.. because he promised he would take care of you. He didn’t want you to ever stress your pretty little head or lift one of your polished fingers. You began to rely on him, you began to need him.

About a year and a half into your relationship he proposed and of course you said yes! who were you to say no to him? He was providing for you, keeping you safe, the least you could do was tie the knot with him, right?

Biggest mistake of your life.

part two???

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mydearlybeloathed · 6 months

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𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: even as you grow older, you'll always be his baby sister

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: strawhats x sanjissister!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lowercase intentional, cursing, allusions to insecurities

𝐚/𝐧: this is basically just sanji curing my childhood wish for a big brother. i have more ideas about how sanji would be at his wits end with a reckless little sister so look out for those hehe

i imagine sanji is two years older than you, but it never felt like it. you and him were never apart for too long, more by obligation than choice.

so it was no surprise when sanji dragged confused little you with him as he hid from the pirates invading the ship, only outing your hiding place in the name of saving his food from oregano.

you'd hurried after him, of course; that's all you knew to do at such a young age.

and when zeff had sanji up against the wall, being so young meant you also knew only one thing to do in this situation: you bit zeff, latching your teeth around his arm and drawing blood from his broken skin.

zeff howled and very nearly threw you into the wall as well, before his eyes zeroed in on you, this little girl with wild eyes and a mighty strong jaw. he only jerked you off him, then, staring from you to sanji then back to you. "wha—? what kind of little gremlin just bites a man?!" your eyes were steely. "I'm not a gremlin." then, "bitch." though it was clear you didn't understand what it meant, probably catching it from the other chefs of the now sieged ship. gritting his teeth, zeff continued on his shouting. it made you and sanji angry, and zeff marveled at how your expressions were twin–like, despite your difference in appearance. then, the ship had wrecked, and it all went downhill from there.

sanji always made sure you’d eaten more than him on that damn rock, even when you fought him and scratched him as he forced a morsel of bread into your mouth.

he'd held your hand as you cried the first ten days, and he had mourned when on the eleventh, your eyes took on a dead sort of sheen, like you were now a decade older in the head.

it was unnerving, really.

sanji learned a lot on that rock. like what it meant to be the responsible one, or at least more responsible than you.

sanji just wanted you to listen, but it seemed like all his words went in one ear and out the other. you wouldn't eat despite all his begging, only staring at him with that horridly blank stare and pushing the food back toward him. tears started to form at the corners of his eyes as he held up the very last piece of bread. "please," he begged. "please just eat it." you shook you head, forcing the tears to stream down his cheeks. that broke through your indifference, your frown deepening as you inched closer to him. "we'll half it," you offered, taking his shaking hand and guiding him to split the bread, taking one half and waiting for him to calm down before you ate in silence. you really did feel older than him, and he didn't like it. only when that night fell did he realize you were simply a very, very good actor. your whimpers were like thunder in his ears as he sprang up from a featherlight sleep, his eyes locking on your quivering form just a hair's breadth away. "y/n?" he whispered, shaking your shoulder. you spooked awake, and in the reflection of moonlight he saw glinting tears traced down your face. "nightmare?" your nod and sniffle tore him up inside, and in seconds he was hugging you to his chest, telling you stories till he was sure you were at least sleeping better than him. "someday," he said, "we'll find a place where we'll never go hungry. where every flavor and ingredient can be found. the all blue. i'll take us there, and we'll never starve again." you were asleep by the time he started plotting to raid zeff's side of the rock in the morning. it had been sanji who guarded you from seeing the stump left of zeff's leg, ignoring you when you asked him to explain what was happening.

growing up on the baratie was an experience, for sure.

your only company were the crooks who worked in the kitchen alongside you and sanji, and you found them amusing company indeed.

especially when they started teaching you how to be a remarkable little con-artist. once in your late teens, it wasn't long before you'd abandoned your work in the kitchen to wait tables.

not only were the tips amazing to pocket away, but your charming smile and whimsical attitude made you a master of sympathy.

there isn't a customer you can't placate, a fight you can't break up; sanji would never admit it, but you'd save him from one too many brawls with just a single simper.

it was easy to hold that over his head, but for some reason, sanji never let it keep him from completely wrecking your social life.

to say sanji is protective of you is the understatement of the century; you'd be the first to attest to that.

it was growing to be annoying and just plain inconvenient, if you're being honest.

was it too much to ask for some time to yourself... with the company of a horny teenage boy... in your quarters... alone?

"sanji!" you hissed, face bright red as your brother dragged you and this young sailor boy--you hadn't caught his name--out of a broom cupboard, his grip on the boy's collar deathly. throwing the boy aside, sanji stormed back up to him. "did you touch my sister? you think you can just take advantage of her like tha'?" you ran your hands over your face and rushed to separate sanji, shaking in anger, from the boy, shaking in his boots. "stop! he wasn't takin' advantage of me, sanji. hell, i started it!" "y-yeah!" the sailor boy piped in, cowering behind you. "she was all over me and—" "shut up," you and sanji said in tandem, shooting the boy matching glares that sent the poor sailor darting for his crew's ship.

as the years dragged on, you and sanji couldn't deny that the idea of remaining on the baratie all your lives would be... well... sad.

you wanted more for yourselves—you specifically wanted to get sanji away from zeff's constant criticism, no matter how well–meaning it was.

but the years really were dragging, and could you ever really bare to leave the man you'd nearly called father on several occasions? could you leave the shit-hole restaurant that raised you in it's wooden arms?

probably not. you'd probably die washing dishes (snore) and burning water (whoops) and charming the pants off grumpy old men (yuck).

that is, it always seemed that way until a grand vessel with a goat for a masthead docked at the baratie.

the day had been it's usual level of boring, until two customers decided to have a little row which heated up with every word shot back at each other.

you, having a good track record, rushed forth to prevent the fight just itching to break out. but today was not your lucky day.

"gentlemen," you grinned. stepping between the two men, you held up your hands and settled each of them with batted eyes and a soft expression. "what's this about, hmm?" sanji loitered at a nearby table, refilling drinks with one eye on you. he was ripely kicked out of the kitchen, snug in his waiter's jacket. one of them huffed, "he's at my table!" "i don't see your name on it!" the other snapped. your patience wanned, your thoughts screaming man-child. "i'm sure we can work something out. just please, don't start anything in the restaurant." the first man seemed to consider you, his eyes dragging up and down your form, but any progress you might have made was destroyed by the next second. "i ain't movin', girl. he can go shit 'imself in the corner." that was how you winded up directly between them, your hands pushing against either chest to keep them separated, your heartrate accelerating as they pressed in on you as if you weren't even there. grunting, you called out, "brother?" in seconds, sanji had a grip on your sleeve in one hand and a fistful of the first man's collar in the other. he jerked you away from them and swiftly shoved the men away from each other. "sister," he said in turn, cracking his neck as the men continued to not learn their lesson. "take these rolls to table four, yeah?" you didn't need to be told twice, swiping the tray of bread from his arm and beelining for a booth housing a motley crew of people. behind you, grunts and winces and crashing could be heard, followed by the thick silence of your brother's victory. you set the tray down on the table, shooting a tight lipped smile up at the guests. a boy wearing a peculiar straw hat locked you in place with his bright eyes and wondered aloud, "he's a great fighter." "yep," you quipped. "a real hero. any drinks for the handsome crew?"

it turned out the boy with the straw hat was crazy: he intended to become king of the pirates.

you admired his tenacity, of course, but really? he had a death wish.

still, the more you spoke to luffy and the more you observed his character, being king of the pirates didn't seem so crazy. he had guts, that was for sure.

as crazy as it sounded, you started to believe he could do it.

so it was really no surprise you said yes when luffy asked you to join his crew.

he had already asked sanji the day before—before luffy's swordsman friend got obliterated by a warlord of the sea.

you didn't know him, but when you rushed onto the going merry after zeff an sanji, and you saw the bloodied man lying there, you could barely move a muscle.

you were never good around the air of death, and it was all around roronoa zoro, lingering like a knock you expected but never came. so you couldn't move, not even when they moved zoro to a bed, out of sight. not when zeff and sanji retreated back to the baratie.

you snapped back to life at the sound of luffy's voice, finding him leaning down to be directly eye level with you. he was still speaking, and it felt sort of like being under water, till finally, you surfaced. "sorry what?" "are you okay?" he asked, brows knit. you pondered your response while looking anywhere but his face. "yeah, sorry. i... i don't like feeling helpless, i guess." you vaguely gestured to where zoro's limp body had laid upon the nearby table. "being out of control makes me wig out." luffy tilted his head. "why're you out of control?" "because," you nearly laughed. "your friend is dying." immediately, you regretted your word choice, hating how the light fizzled from his eyes. "he's not dying," luffy snapped back. "he was injured and now he's healing. why does everyone insist he's dying?" you shuffled on your feet. "right, sorry." when you met his eyes again, there wasn't any frustration like you assumed there would be. instead, he settled you with a curious look. "you don't have to keep apologizing." luffy was an odd type of pirate, you thought with a forced little grin. "then how will people know i'm sorry?" he smiled. "fair point." taking a hold of your sleeve, luffy started to drag you deeper into the going merry, leading you right to where zoro was laid. his grip on you loosened as he passed into the room, but you stayed cemented in the doorway. nami was there, sullen looking. you watched as nami berated luffy and stormed away, shoulder checking you on the way out, leaving luffy smileless. that didn't sit well with you. walking up beside him, you took a kneel just as he did, and turned your eyes on zoro's pallid face. "hello," you murmured. silence was your reply. "i'm y/n. you don't know me... your friends care a lot about you. it'd be... sad, if you died." luffy stiffened at your side. "which you won't! i've heard of you. no way the demon pirate hunter will let—let a scratch get him..." as your rambling died down, luffy slowly shifted to look at you, all serious for a moment. unnerved, you chuckled nervously. "what?" a tiny grin worked its way onto his lips, a glimmer in his eyes. "will you join my crew?" you nearly laughed. "luffy, you don't want me." "yeah. i do. why else would i ask?" "i'm useless." "you're kind," he said, shutting you up as a flush bloomed in your cheeks. "not everyone can say that."

a long story short, you joined luffy's crew of strawhats right along sanji.

your parting from the baratie had been watery, to say the least. whilst sanji shouted curses at zeff and stormed out to luffy's ship, you stood shaky as zeff huffed, his eyes roaming toward you.

you very nearly tripped head over foot in your sprint to wrap him in a hug. he was the only father you'd ever had, really. leaving him was bittersweet.

the going merry was a very nice place to call home, in your opinion.

you were a jack of all trades amidst the crew, choosing to do odd jobs around the ship. most days, you found yourself asking around with a little list in your journal, taking note of everyone’s grocery needs and even keeping track of the ship’s supply inventory.

not only that, but you found your crewmates tended to lack the sense to take care of themselves in a timely manner.

that is, none of them could be faster than your attentive eye, and no one was safe from your protective inclinations.

nami was attentive, but she tended to disassociate, and when she did it was very hard to get her back. she would go on for hours, working herself to the brink of exhaustion, not accepting even a sip of water. (she couldn't stop you, however, from forcing a cup of ice water down her throat. even she was intimidated by your determination to hydrate her).

then there was zoro, who absolutely refused to allow anyone to help him dress his wounds; and since he wasn't the best at it, you often stared at his haphazard bandages with fear of infection. he brushed you off enough times to invoke your wrath upon him. (zoro quit refusing after the first three times you ambushed him, wrapping your arm around his neck and blocking his airway).

you always listened to usopp's stories, but oftentimes you grew tired of the repetitive and clearly fake tall tales. you wanted to know his real stories, and you told him so. he'd laughed awkwardly and replied that he wasn't interesting enough for that. (he was fairly surprised at your insistence, and was warmed at your fascination with the silly story of how he met kaya).

luffy, your captain, was a walking migraine most days. he was smart, but just as brave, and jumped to action faster than you could process. it left you stressed beyond what you could handle, and this alone was enough to make luffy more cautious. (he never wanted to make you unhappy, so you'd inadvertently given him some of your common sense).

finally, sanji, who you'd been dealing with all your life. you knew all his tells, whether it was baking macarons when he was upset or going eerily silent for far too long. you always knew what he needed, and when he needed it. (more often than not all he needed was a compliment, and not just from some doe–eyed woman at a bar; a word of sentiment from his baby sister could drag him out of any stupor).

overtime, the crew took to calling you their boatswain. after all, you fit the job description, and you took the title with pride.

as time flew by with the strawhats, you began to listen to the dreams and aspirations of the others, and began to wonder what exactly you wanted out of life. the all blue was sanji’s dream… so what was yours?

the going merry was docked at a friendly port for the next few days, meaning the crew was free to explore and roam the city as they pleased. you, however, remained behind that very first night.

as far as you knew, the others had decided upon a bar for the night’s celebration. The quiet dwelling over the ship was calming, and from your sweat crisscrossed on the afterdeck you had a wide view of the stars.

your notebook rested on your belly, pen tight between your fingers, thoughts moving a million miles an hour. there hadn’t been time to get shopping done that day, so you would rouse the ship early the next morning and assign them to fetch groceries in pairs of two—just to be safe.

and though the heavy thinking could wait till the morning, you were stuck in a spiral of inventory and lists. it was… exhausting, and offered little to no fulfillment. still, it was what you did to help.

A familiar patter of boots broke your reverie, and you peeked up to find sanji coming to loom over you, his hands shoved in his pockets. his suit jacket was draped over one shoulder and his hair was a mess—he wasn’t drunk though, which was a very good sign.

silently, he disposed of his jacket and laid down beside you, resting his hands behind his head. for a split second, you got a glimpse of the damn rock imbeedded in your memory for all time, and how sanji used to make up stories about the stars.

since then, you’d come to know their true stories. you knew every constellation by name, having memorized them upon the baratie and spoken to them every lonely night. the stars had been your friends in your youth, and though your conversations with them were few and far between now, they always shined for you. so as far as you knew, you were never alone.

sanji raised an arm and pointed in a random direction. “bet you can’t name that one.”

a grin worked its way up your face. “how much?”

he turned his head, eyes boring into you. “if you can’t, you tell me what’s on your mind.”

“that’s hardly fair.”

“take it or leave it.”

you huffed, but complied, glaring up at the sky. “cassiopeia. cursed to remain in the stars for claiming her daughter was more beautiful than the nerieds.” you kissed your teeth. “hardly a punishment. i’d love to be in the stars.”

there was a weight behind your words; a truth so deep you had to take a long breath to recover. wetting your lips, you asked your brother, “do you think, someday, i could study them?”

“why someday?”

“well, you need supplies. tools. there’s only so much our eyes can tell from down here.”

“tools,” he murmured. “so, you want to study the stars?”

the words flooded from your lips. “i want to know everything about them. i want to know why they shine, how far they are, what’s beyond them… can we get there?” you sighed into a smile. “there are some cities that have observatories dedicated to astronomy, but you’ve got to be some kind of noble scholar to get in.”

sanji listened, and he listened well. He laid by your side and listened to you tell him about the stars till nami and zoro came lugging a drunk usopp between them, luffy taking the lead. he remained in thought for most of the night, and sought out nami to ask about expenditures, and then set out to find luffy.

it was safe to say you weren’t quite as upset at sanji and luffy for disappearing all evening when they returned at sunset, some beri short, with a gift in hand.

you stood slack jawed as they revealed a beautiful telescope, the metal polished and bright and shining. how they had managed to sneak it past you and set it up on the afterdeck was beyond you, but you hardly cared to ask.

you threw your arms around your brother, whispering your thank yous, and quickly turned to tackle your captain in a hug just as tight. the night to follow was marked by your awed sighs and the excited way you told the crew about ursa major and ursa minor, then about castor and pollux, and so on till you could barely keep your eyes open.

and sanji would never say it out loud, but he admired you. you turned out pretty damn good despite having him as your big brother. someday, you’d reach the stars. he knew that for certain. he could only hope you’d come visit once or twice.

“g’night,” he muttered to the crew as he stood, making his way over to where you’d drifted off against a barrel. he scooped you up in his arms and was veyr careful to not wake you as he made his way to your and nami’s quarters.

sanji rested you down and moved to take off your boots and pull the blanket over you, and he found himself frozen all of a sudden. lips pursed, he patted your hair, and turned to go. at the door, he paused and looked back. you slept so soundly for once, something he was so very glad for. he wasn’t blind to how you’d been overworking yourself.

perhaps he would talk to you about that in the morning, but for now, he simply smiled. “good night, sister. love you.”

and whispered back to him, just in time for him to hear: “g’night, sanj. i love you.”

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targaryen-dynasty · 9 months

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LECHERY.

Aemond Targaryen x wife!Reader

Based on the request: “I love your write so much !!!!! Can you write a jealosy Dom Aemond when his wife his dance and have fun with Jace at the dinner. So he put her on his knees and punish her, after that he fuck and give orgasms to show at who she belongs. A kinda dark but not to much, he loves her in his black heart after all“

WORDS: 3.9 K

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; DUB-CON, profanity, rough oral sex (face fucking), p in v, balls worship, humiliating, degrading, breeding kink, jealous Aemond, female Reader

“Come... let us drain our cups to these three... strong boys.“

And with that, everything went downhill.

The evening had started relatively tame, considering you had supper in the Dragon’s lair with ten more or less hot-blooded Dragons surrounding you.

There was a bit of tension between the youngest present members of the family, but considering most incidents happened way before you even met your husband, you were somewhat oblivious to most of it.

Until Jacaerys Velaryon had prowled around the long table and asked you to dance, catching you off guard, considering you were in a conversation with Helaena.

Her soft and encouraging smile eventually coaxed you to accept the offer, but only because you hadn’t dared to look at your husband from over your shoulder, and felt the need to accept it out of courtesy; not wanting to cause any bad blood between you and the side of your husband’s family.

Aemond wasn’t keen on dancing. Never had been, never would be. The only exception he made was on the evening of your wedding, more because he felt duty bound than that he actually enjoyed and wanted it.

The possessive and jealous demeanor of your husband wasn’t a secret, though you suspected Jacaerys asked you to dance on purpose as a polite way to rile him off. He barely touched more than your hand during the dance, but that was already too much for Aemond, probably because he loathed his nephew.

On top of that, the giggles and laughs erupting from you didn’t help with his jealousy either. It was Jacaerys easy demeanor and his inability to dance that brought you a great sense of joy after the first rounds of swirling and circling around each other, he just didn’t take himself too seriously.

Just one look over to where your Dragon sat motionless in his seat, facing the direction of the designated dance floor to keep his stern eye neatly trained on you, told you that you were in for a lot of trouble.

That proved to be right.

Not one glance was spared into your direction when Aemond exited the Small Hall after facing his uncle Daemon. It was unusual, had he always been nothing else than a devoted and caring husband, which was why you practically bolted out of the room to follow him.

His footsteps were heavy, bouncing off the stone walls of the Red Keep as his large strides effortlessly carried him towards your martial chambers, his stance threatening enough to have every maid or person of court moving aside on his way.

When the thick wooden door finally fell shut behind you, there was nothing else than silence and the dim light the fireplace granted filling your quarters. Hadn’t you seen your husband entering them before, you would have thought he wasn’t there. But you knew he was. You felt his presence. Your eyes flickered through the room, needing a few seconds to adjust to the light.

A firm hand caught your loose tresses in a tight grip all of the sudden, the gasp that surged from your tongue replaced by a short shriek with you being all but yanked towards the large bed.

It felt as if he placed his whole weight onto your body, your knees buckling until eventually they hit the hard stone floor. Much to your luck, the gown you wore was quite thick and cushioned the impact to a certain point. It still was painful, but hadn’t had you wincing.

When your wide doe eyes looked up, you were blessed with the sight of Aemond looming over you. His jaw was clenched, probably the only indicator visible on his usually stern face that displayed the anger he felt. The eye patch was long gone, the blue Sapphire in his socket capturing the obtuse light of the fire, making him appear even more threatening.

Your courtesy had pushed his limits, and with the position you were in, you knew you were trapped.

A frown was knotted on your forehead, and despite knowing all too well what got you into this dilemma, you opted to play the innocent victim, feigning your confusion.

“What is this about, husband?“

There were a few seconds of silence between you, passing with you shifting your weight from one knee to the other to ease the tension and stiffness in the joints. When the reply didn’t come even though his narrowed eye was fixed with yours, you tried to rise to your feet again, only for him to yank you back down by your hair.

The harsh tugging was the main reason your heart rate increased, wildly thrumming against the confines of your ribcage. A stark contrast to the way he treated you normally.

“Kneel, ābrazȳrys,” a command, and with the choice of his tone it was clear that it wasn't up to debate.

“But ‘tis not comfortable,” you protested.

“You were not complaining about being uncomfortable with my nephew earlier.”

“I was not kneeling on stones either.”

“Oh, but I bet you thought about it. I saw the lecherous way that bastard-born fool was looking at you,” each word laced with venom.

“You know we were just dancing, Aemond.”

“Were you? Or were you toying with him? Or toying with me?” he accused, hand remaining in your hair, whereas the other slowly undid the laces in the front of his breeches.

“I am… I am afraid I do not understand,” your eyes had long traveled down to watch the movements of his hand, when awareness toppled over you about what he had planned to do. The front of his breeches was strained into a tent, looking incredibly painful and uncomfortable.

It happened tortiously slowly. The laces loosened enough for him to push the front down, revealing his white braises which quickly followed to expose his throbbing length to the chill air of your quarters.

The pale skin was flushed around the tip, angrily begging for attention and relief. Droplets of his arousal leaked out of the small slit, giving it a slight glow. You were accustomed to the size of his member, sheathed deep inside of you almost every night since your wedding, but the perspective had it looking even more considerable than it already was.

Just by looking at it, you could feel the soreness already creeping up to the back of your throat, straining your voice.

His stones hung low, twitching and swinging every time Aemond’s hand wandered up to stroke down the full length of him. Lascivious thoughts clouded your mind, your mouth filling with saliva as the urge to lick and embrace his jewels with your lips became unbearable.

“You are mine,” an unnerving timbre in his quiet voice, “it would be best for you to remember that.”

With the shivers running up your spine also came bolts of electricity that flickered into the other direction, filling the heat at the apex of your legs with anticipation.

His jealousy and possessiveness toward you was something you should be concerned of, showing the danger that radiated off of him, and the true threat he was. If the deliberate ruse at supper was the fruit of nothing else than your courtesy, it would not stop at that. That only was the beginning, every sense of trepidation falling victim to his temper.

Your eyes were wide, the shimmer in them caused by the anxiety you felt.

“I do remember,” seconds of silence passed in which you were looking for the right words to say, “Iksan aōhon.” I am yours.

High Valyrian did not come as easy to you, as it came to your husband. The lack of lessons and Valyrian descent were not the best requirements to learn a tongue as difficult as it. But you tried, grasping a few of the words he repeated over and over whenever he spoke to you during multiple occasions.

A bit more of the blue Sapphire was revealed when his eyes widened in surprise, unveiling some of the tenderness he felt towards you, even though it turned back to its usual cold and stern expression straight away.

The grip on your hair released, and with the feeling of your scalp finally being able to relax again, you felt your heart rate slowing down, too. And when his hand instead cupped the back of your head, fingers tentatively massaging the assaulted skin, you couldn't stop leaning into his touch. You were basking in the feigned safety, caught by surprise when your face was urged toward his erect member.

“Perhaps my sweet wife needs some help to remember her place, gaomas ziry daor?” Does she not?

“Kostilus,” you teased, your own arousal not a secret anymore. Perhaps.

Much to your husband’s surprise, not one second was wasted until the tip of your tongue was sweeping from the base of his cock up to the bulbous tip, the salty taste of his arousal spreading over your taste buds.

Your heavy breaths fannef over the flushed skin, provoking a huff of air to slip past Aemond’s lips.

The entirety of his palm was immediately wrapped with the strands of your long hair again, making it easier for him to keep your head exactly where he wanted it. Not that you minded, as long as things moved on your accord with a lot of preparation.

Knowing your job, you reached to grasp his stiff member, using the bit of your saliva that ran along the underside as lubrication. Your tongue penetrated the spot between the base of his cock and the sac of his stones, until eventually your lips parted against his stones to suckle gently as you took them in your mouth.

You felt Aemond twitching in your touch, hand slowly stroking up and down the entirety of his thick length.

It was the first time you went that far and engulfed his jewels, but your husband had little time to question where that boldness came from. The pleasure was too good, perfectly audible in the ragged breaths that spilled from him, only interrupted by a few grunts and groans. The indecency of your own ministrations surprised you all the same, but it satiated and soothed something in you that was long embedded in the back of your mind.

It was the sharp tug of your husband that pulled you out of your trance like state, his jewels generously coated in your saliva from how fervently you had sucked on them.

“You appear eager to have something in your mouth, Y/N,” he rasped as two of his slender fingers pried your lips apart, sinking into your mouth deep enough to gag you, before they were replaced by his cock, “Perhaps I can help you with that.”

His erect member laid heavy on your tongue, and you had little time to prepare yourself for what was to follow. As the feeling of your warm mouth around him reached Aemond’s mind, he wasted no time in bucking his hips into you. The ambush on your throat caused you to clutch his thighs, nails digging into the thin fabric of his ruffled breeches.

The girth and length of him left little to no space for any air to fill your lungs, especially whenever he halted for a few seconds to relish in the tightness and heat your mouth granted him. He never went deep enough for your nose to nuzzle against his lower stomach, because otherwise he would spill down your throat in a matter of seconds.

All you could do was to hollow your cheeks around him, draggin the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and the vein that ran from the base to the tip. His abdominal muscles flexed at the sensations you granted him, more so when one of your hands clasped around the bit of his length that didn't fit into your mouth.

However, your husband seemed to have other plans in mind, and peeled your hand off of him. Both his hands were steadily planted on either side of your face, keeping your head in place.

There was no need for him to sink into you fully, your eyes already glassy from swallowing only half of him. Tears brimmed in them, straining your cheeks on their way down. The urge to squeeze them shut was big, but you kept them trained on his violet one. This allowed you to spot the exact moment your husband lost control, his hips thrusting into you on their own accord. He grabbed your head, tilting it to try for you to take as much of him as possible, until you were doing nothing at all and allowing him to use you however he desired.

“Sīr sȳz,” the words pierced through the silence like a prayer, repeated by him multiple times. So good.

His groans grew in volume, whereas you only gripped his thighs as if your life depended on it. You gagged around him, saliva leaking down the corner of your lush lips and dripping onto your bosom, or at least the bit that was exposed through the low-cut neckline of your black dress. You relished in his praise, his appreciation making the whole assault a bit more bearable.

His cock started to grow harder, if that was even possible, indicating that he was on the verge of his peak. The mere thought of swallowing his salty spent coaxed you to hollow your cheeks around him once more, applying a bit of pressure to his cock by flattening your tongue and pressing it against him.

With his soaring pleasure also rose the pressure he applied on your face, combined with the loss of air the main cause for your vision to grow blurry, a slight headache flaring across your head.

The ability to suck in some air was short-lived, coming and going every time he chose to force the tip of his cock down your throat again. If you were to place your hand on the juncture of it, you were sure to feel him from the outside, feeling and seeing how he eased his way down the tightness.

But suddenly, the pressure eased, and you coughed when too much air filled your lungs at once.

Aemond’s breathing came in heavy bursts as he looked down at you, mouth agape and a slight pink tinting the pale skin around his cheeks, “Fuck that mouth of yours… I need to finish in your cunt.”

With that, you were yanked to your feet by your hair, turned around and toppled over the edge of the bed, landing on your stomach. The skirt of your dress was pushed up to reveal your smallclothes underneath, a damp spot visible in the center of them. The embarrassment of your lecherous desires caused you to bury your face in the bedcovers, heat radiating off your cheeks. You did not dare to look at him from over your shoulder, his mocking snicker perfectly audible.

“Do you like this?” he asked, sarcasm laced within his voice, “do you enjoy when I treat you like a common whore?”

The shame his words caused to rise in you had you clenching your thighs together to which Aemond just tsked. Both his hands grasped your thighs to pry them apart again. They inched up your arse, fingers hooking underneath the hem of your smallclothes, tearing them down your body.

From that angle, Aemond was able to see just how affected you truly were by the whole situation, your cunny pulsing around nothing, and shining with the juices that had seeped out of your swollen folds.

The sight was truly divine, and Aemond thanked the Seven for bringing you into his life.

“Oh, you undoubtedly like this,” he purred.

The bed shifted as Aemond climbed behind you, kneeling between your parted legs. One hand brushed your exposed thigh in a soothing manner, comforting you while the tip of his cock prodded at your greedy entrance. It moved up and down your folds, brushing against your little bud. Jolts of pleasure coursed through your body at that, the aching need for attention slowly being stilled by him.

It was your whiny voice that filled the silence, “stop teasing me, husband… please.”

You moaned at the sensations, fisting the sheets in both hands as you tried to push your hips back, needing to feel more of him. As that didn't work, you opted to wiggle your hips instead to coax him into you to which Aemond just served a stinging slap to your right arse cheek, not even giving you a warning first.

Your rear clenched together at the pain, not even his hand resting on the reddening skin able to soothe it.

“Stay still,” he instructed, hands gripping the flesh of your arse tightly, pinning you down.

The pressure at your hole returned. Knowing his size (and still feeling its remnants lingering in your throat) you were glad to be soaking wet for him, because otherwise it would’ve been even more uncomfortable than it already was.

Despite taking him almost every night ever since your wedding, you still hadn’t grown accustomed to his size, the pain of his intrusion causing you to gasp. For a few seconds, pain was everything you felt, until it was replaced by pleasure.

Once he had thrusted into you in a swift motion, his pubic bone pressing against your backside, he gave you time to adjust to his size. You felt full, almost as if he was to come out your throat at any given moment. The tip rested against your cervix, every throbbing of him adding to the fullness you felt.

“M-Move… please,” you all but begged him, resting your cheek on the bedcovers; and your husband complied.

A shuddered breath was heard from behind you as you squeezed his cock, resulting in him pulling out almost completely to snap his hips right back in once the tip was the only thing engulfed by your heat.

“I will never get used to your tightness,” he panted.

His hips moved to pistone in and out of your cunt, brushing your sweet spot every time he entered you. Aemond was so forceful, the tight grip on your hips was the only thing to keep you from shooting up into the headboard.

Not long after, he released one of his hands and started to slap your arse, watching the way you squirmed and whined at the pain and euphoria that simultaneously filled your veins. He was silently wishing he had allowed his jealousy to take over much sooner, seeing how much you seemed to enjoy it.

The rustling of the bedcovers and dipping of the mattress next to your waist indicated that Aemond had shifted in his position, one hand neatly planted on the bed to support his weight as he towered over your body. You reached behind you to try and grab ahold of any part of his body you could grasp, but your husband had other plans.

His hand clasped around your wrist whilst finding the other one, and brought them behind your back. His hand was large enough to envelope both your wrists, pinning them to your back and therefore forcing you to lean on your face.

You felt the steady tightening of your stomach, your cunny and thighs tingling as your moans and whines grew louder. Faint stars danced along your vision, blacked out by the pillows underneath.

Aemond felt you nearing your peak, his own already tingling at the tip of his cock thanks to the preparations you both had taken beforehand.

“‘M going to fill you up,” Aemond grunted, emphasizing his words with a row of sharp thrusts, “fill you with my seed again and again until you are round with my child.” Just the thought caused his stones to seize up. He was walking on the edge, ready to tumble down into the abyss.

He spared no time in seeking out his pleasure, letting his cock go in and out with determination, slamming his pelvis into you with reckless abandon seen only in patrons of a brothel.

The wet sound of your sweaty bodies slapping together was music to his ears, further sweetened by the quiet whimpers and moans you released every time he buried himself balls deep inside of your glorious womanhood.

His hand found your hair, pulling and twisting your mane in his hand until he forced you to arch your back for him, allowing him to thrust into you deeper than before. He was hitting your sweet spot so utterly perfect, almost spending himself at the mere thought of how deeply he was impaling you.

You, on the other hand, felt as if you had to pee, your thighs inevitably clenching together to stop the liquid from leaking out of you. The added tightness and stimulation allowed Aemond to topple over the edge. His soul was roaring in victory as his cock bursted his spent inside of you, spilling ropes of his hot seed deep inside your quivering walls.

As he peaked, he felt your cunt clamping down on him, milking him for every drop. You were peaking from being fucked like an animal, as if you were a wildling living in the lands beyond the wall.

Your legs trembled uncontrollably, and ridiculous amounts of your arousal oozed out of your cunt, coating the entirety of his member and dripping down his pulsing balls.

You laid limply beneath him, trying to tame the chaos your overwhelming orgasm had caused within you, whereas he didn't seem to have that much trouble to regain his composure.

Aemond’s tall frame towered over yours, bowing forward to press a kiss to the juncture of your shoulder. It was a welcomed gesture, but the gentleness quickly turned into something wicked, when he sank his teeth into the plumpness of your flesh. The stinging pain took you by surprise, causing you to clench around his flaccid cock. By the muffled groan Aemond unleashed against your skin, you knew he was just as overstimulated and sore as your cunt and throat.

When he let go of your skin, he admired the burgeoning bruise that showed on your skin, satisfied he had claimed you in two ways that night. Your maids were going to see his claim on you the following morning, and with them not being able to keep their mouths shut, it was only a matter of time until the gossip about it spread throughout the castle and reached the damned ears of his bastard-born nephew.

He pushed you off of him, hands grazing the reddened flesh of your arse, before he tugged himself back into his breeches. The heavy sigh that left his lips was enough to tell that his body (and jealousy) was content and sated, more so when a look over his shoulder revealed his seed trickling out of your well-fucked cunt. Another great rush of satisfaction coursing through him.

“Dawn is almost upon us, sweet wife,” he cooed, “catch some rest. We will discuss this matter in the morrow when we break fast.”

There was no response coming from you. Too many impressions were clouding your mind and perception, the most prominent one being the question about the next time you would be able to dance with another man.

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samkerrworshipper · 7 months

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Medication - Leah Williamson

fluff, little bit of angst, anxiety attacks, mentions of depression, 3500 words

balled my eyes out to black fridays by tom odell and then this was birthed.

blurb:

your a rookie on the lionesses squad, who suffers from anxiety and when you stop taking your meds after learning you are starting a game in the euros everything goes downhill for you.

i am so sorry for how vague this was lol i’m writing this and publishing at 2:30 in the morning

I’d never liked gamedays. Everything felt different, all the feelings and emotions heightened. The pressure was insurmountable, especially when you are playing for your nation. Especially when you are one of the youngest, one of the least experienced, one of the youngsters. Today, we were playing Norway, my first game as a Lioness where I was a part of the starting line-up. It was a must win game, the stakes were high for us to win these Euro’s, especially considering it was a home euro’s for us. If we wanted to progress to the finals we couldn’t lose, the pressure was on.

I’d understood that as soon as I’d been notified that I was to start the match, understood that everything changed as soon as you were actually on the pitch. Our one point win over Austria had been great, but we were all hungrier for more, hungrier for the points that we needed to get us ahead in the competition. Sarina knew that there was an expectation for us to win, we all knew that.

I’d been feeling it all week, feeling the anxiety thrumming through my veins as we practised and went about our normal routine for the week. Something was different, it was my first year as a senior Lioness and I’d never been named as a starter. That was a big deal, a really big deal. That was all I could think about. What if I fucked it up? What if I messed up and they told me that I wasn’t going to be welcome back. What if Sarina saw me on the pitch and thought that I was worthless, useless, bad. That was all I could think about as we were standing in the tunnel getting ready to walk out. I was sandwiched in between Lucy and Beth. My hands shaking in my pockets and my breath quickening subconsciously. If I wasn’t aware of it then apparently the defender behind me was, because just as we were about to walk out I felt one of her hands fall to my shoulder, pulling me back into her just enough for her to be able to press her mouth to my ear and whisper,

“You’ve got this amore, you’re going to do perfectly fine,” Lucy’s voice was so strong, but so comforting. She was like an older sister to me, and had been since my first day at training camp. She had been the first person to believe in me besides my Arsenal teammates, the first person to really advocate for my future. She was also the first person on the Lionesses team besides Leah to learn about my struggles with anxiety, adhd and depression. She’d been a light in my life, texted me to make sure I was keeping up with my medication, or just to check in.

In the wake of the Euro’s I’d stopped taking my anxiety meds. I took Lorazepam, which worked really well for me, but it also tended to make me really drowsy and fatigued. Things that are not ideal when you are training and playing almost everyday for your country. It had positive effects, I definitely found it a lot easier to train and play my hardest, but there were a lot of negatives. Like how I was feeling right now. Like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, my hands getting clammy with sweat and shaking non stop like I’d just shot up on steroids. The sound of the crowd at Brighton didn’t help either as we walked out onto the pitch. I struggled to get through the national anthem and the pre game pleasantries, my chest and body hurting from the anxiety that was building up inside of my body.

I was grateful but also not to step out on the pitch properly. It felt like I was on a different planet, my senses overly heightened and my brain short circuiting almost everything.

I could feel Leah’s gaze on me as we all lined up to start the game, she worried about me, a lot. I was also her Arsenal teammate and she’d taken me under her wing beyond football, we’d become very close in our time spent together. I ignored her sidewards glances though, tasking myself with showing our nation that I deserved to be where I was and some jitters weren’t going to affect that.

My first half was rocky, normally with the mixture of adrenaline and endorphins my anxiety subsided when I started playing but this time I must have been too far gone, too much pent up anxiety built up for it to just fade away. It reflected in how I was playing, but our forwards had been flawless, slotting in six goals which put us in a lead that was pretty much untouchable. Clambering into the rooms at halftime was a charade. Everyone besides myself seemed ecstatic and hyped about our lead, I was on the inside but I was also wrapped up in my own bubble. I took a seat on the floor of the change rooms, taking in Serena’s speech about keeping our heads and just continuing what we were doing. I allowed Lucy to pass me a drink bottle, obliging her request for me to hydrate myself. She could tell something was up, she’d been hovering around me on the pitch, covering me. When one of the Norwegian girls had taken my feet out from under me she had immediately been at my side, pulling me up and then yelling at the umpire about how it had clearly been a foul if not a yellow. Leah had to pull her away just to ensure Lucy wouldn’t get carded herself, all whilst I stood there absolutely helpless as result of the amount of effort I was having to put into not collapsing from the amount of pain in my chest.

Leah kept it pretty brief after Serena, sticking to what she’d said and putting an emphasis on a few things before we headed back out. She managed to snag a grip on my jersey though as I trailed with the girls at the back of the group.

“Are you okay?” There was a little bit of captain in it, but it was mostly gentle, her voice a little bit rugged from the amount of yelling she’d done on the field.

“I’m fine.” Her facial expression was enough to tell me she didn’t believe a word I was saying.

“I’m telling Serena to sub you off, you clearly don’t look well enough to be playing.”

“I told you I feel fine Cap, I can play out the rest of the 90, please let me play it out.”

Leah looked conflicted, conflicted with what to do and how to react to my plea. I wasn’t one who begged very often, I didn’t see the point in it.

“Fine but y/n, as soon as anything happens out there, you put yourself in danger or someone else in danger you are going off, understood?”

I didn’t have any other option but to nod at Leah.

“Yes, captain.”

My voice had held some sarcasm as I tore her hand from the bottom of my jersey and started jogging back up the tunnel to catch up with girls that I’d previously been chatting to.

The last ten minutes of the second half was when bad transitioned to really not good. My body began to catch up with my over exertion and every second on the field became a battle. It was a blessing that the ball wasn’t really travelling down my end, Less and Toony had both been substituted in and were having a field day in our forward half kicking it back and forth to run the clock down. The Norwegian girls were giving it their best but you could tell they knew it was over. As the minutes passed though and we went into extra time I could feel my body really starting to get heavier, you could blame it on the lack of hydration and the english heat that we were playing in but I knew it was my body betraying me. I’d been denying my body for too long and it was catching up with me. I didn’t even know how many minutes of extra time we had, my vision was slowly blurring, my steps becoming wobbly and the pain in my chest becoming overbearing.

I could hear my opponent, I think it was Maren, or was it Guro? Asking me if I felt alright. I didn’t really comprehend it though, I couldn’t hear anything properly, it felt like I was underwater, my ears ringing out and my vision blacking over as I fell face first into the turf. Maren managed to catch me before I fully face planted into the grass, helping my limp form down to the ground before starting to yell out for help. It was then of course that the whistles blew and the match ended. I could make out the sounds of the crowd going nuts, maybe even my teammates on the sidelines yelling in triumph. I couldn’t open my eyes though and I definitely couldn’t make out the voice of Maren on the ground beside me trying to ask me questions and attract the attention of a medic. It was all mellowed out as my body succumbed to a coma like state that I’d forced myself into.

Leah and Lucy were the first two from my own team to locate me, passed out on the ground with Maren trying to provide as much privacy for me as possible whilst also pressing her hand to my throat to make sure that there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. It was Maren, Guro had been subbed off at the 84’ minute mark. I remembered that because I’d silently been wishing at the time that Serena would do the same, but she’d made her final changes and taking me off apparently hadn't been one of them.

“Y/n, can you open your eyes for me? Or squeeze my hand?”

I could feel Leah’s own hand fall into mine and I squeezed it as best as I could, it was enough for me to tell her that I was conscious enough to make out what she was saying to me.

“Good y/n/n, the medics are about to be here, can you try and open your eyes and talk for me?”

I tried my hardest to crack my eyes open, when I did finally muster up the will to open one of them I was met with the brightness of the stadium lights. I groaned almost immediately, being forced to take in my surroundings. I was surrounded by our trainers, who were draping different towels over my body in an attempt to cool me down and cover me. My cleats had been removed from my feet and someone was soaking my socks in cold water, something that I was not pleased to be awakened by.

“Good sweetheart, stay focused on me yeah, eyes on me.”

My eyes snapped back up to Leah, who was crouched above my head, Serena and Lucy’s heads were beside her own, staring down at me.

“The medics are going to come look at you and you are going to let them, okay?”

I almost immediately shook my head at Leah but she kept her jaw clenched and her stern face up.

“I’m not asking y/n, you just passed out on the field, you need to be assessed.”

I shook my head again and Leah rolled her eyes at me.

“An-n-xiety.”

I could hardly make out my own words in the stadium full of noise and the words themselves made me realise how much I was struggling to regulate my own breaths.

Leah nodded knowingly, suddenly everything seemed to come into perspective for her.

“You stopped taking your medication, didn’t you?”

I gulped and nodded at her, trying to block out all of the distractions that were happening around me. She looked annoyed at me, I cowered a little bit with the glare that she was giving me. After the last time I went on a sabbatical from my medication I swore to Leah I would never do it again.

As the medics crouched down next to me I shut my eyes again, it all becoming too much for my head. I let the medics fuss over me, I blacked out somewhere in between them putting me on a stretcher and getting me off the pitch.

I reawakened with sweat dripping down my body, all of the oxygen depleting from my body and my chest aching like it never had before. I choked a little bit as I sat up from my spot, gasping for air to enter my lungs. It took me a few seconds to recognise where I was, sitting inside the makeshift medical room at Brighton. My head was pounding and my whole body was aching.

“Y/n, look at me, you're having an anxiety attack, deep breaths.”

“Wh-what.” The words came out in a gasp as I struggled to take in any air, looking at Leah for guidance.

“We’re at Brighton, we just played Norway, you had an anxiety episode on the pitch. You’re having an attack right now, I need you to take deep breaths, follow me, in and out.”

I watched Leah as she exaggerated some deep breaths, if it hadn't been for the circumstance I probably would have laughed at her.

As I slowly started to take in more air she tried a different tactic.

“Good y/n/n, your doing so well my good girl. Can you tell me five things you can see?”

It was deflection, something that Leah had picked up on from her therapist.

“Serena, you, the light, Lucy and a drink bottle.”

Leah nodded at me encouragingly, rubbing slowly up my back as she continued.

“Good, you’re doing so well, how about four things you can feel?”

“Your breath, the scratchy blanket, my wet socks and I don’t know.”

My words were still choken as I used up whatever oxygen I was taking in to get the words out.

“That’s okay, that’s good, you are doing so well for me angel, how about three things you can hear?”

I tried to focus fully on Leah, on her words, her rubbing my back, her breath against my neck.

“Serena tapping her shoe, the heart monitor and the music from the changeroom.”

It was faint but if you focused in enough you could just hear the sound of my teammates in the change rooms, getting up to god knows that with the absence of their captain and manager.

“Perfect, you are doing absolutely perfectly. How about two things you can smell?”

“Antiseptic and your perfume.”

“Good, last one, one thing you can taste.”

I could feel my breath and body evening itself out, it felt like I was a piece of linen that was slowly but surely being ironed out, all of the crinkles and creases leaving my body.

“I don’t know.”

“Last one y/n, I know you can do it.”

“Metal, the iron taste from blood.”

Leah nodded at me, plastering a kiss on my forehead. Her words and actions being enough to bring me back down to earth fully. I very slowly took in my surroundings properly, Serena, Lucy and Keira were all sitting at the end of my bed, watching as Leah did her thing. I was hooked up to a few different things, cords and wires poking out of my extremities. A saline drip, heart monitor and another machine that I wasn’t sure the purpose of.

“Hey my girl, you back here with us now?”

I pushed my head into Leah’s chest, trying to hide from the world that I was now a participating member of.

“No hiding, not here,”

I groaned as Leah pushed me out of her chest, annoyed by the loss of contact and the confrontation of having to be put in front of some of the people I respected most.

“You gave us a fright back there, I think you came close to killing Maren.”

I gulped nervously, hanging onto every word that left Serena’s mouth, just bobbing my head in agreement because what else was I supposed to do.

“M’ sorry, didn’t mean to, just wanted to prove that I deserved to be here.”

Serena’s face held a kind of understanding, like she’d seen girls before me who had been the same, willing to die to prove their worth to the dutchwoman who we all regarded so highly.

“You wouldn’t be here in the first place if you didn’t deserve to be. It’s one thing to push yourself but to the point where you black out on the field is another thing. If it ever happens again y/n y/l/n then I can swear to you now that you will be benched, am I understood.” I nodded meekly at Serena,

“Yes ma’am.”

She nodded at me, she’d gotten her point across.

“Leah tells me this happened as a result of you not taking your medication?”

I pushed my head back into Leah’s chest, grunting at her when she pushed me out of it. I couldn’t do much else but nod at Serena.

“I get side effects ma’am, it makes me drowsy and sleepy, I didn’t want it to affect my game.”

Serena was very quick to fire back at me,

“You take medication to ensure that you feel well, there is no shame in that. If you are having a problem with side effects then you are to bring it up with one of our doctors, not boycott your medication entirely. From now on I am going to be responsible for your medication, you will come to me everyday to take it so I can ensure that you are receiving the correct doses so something like this does not occur again, is that understood?”

I gulped and nodded at Serena. She smiled at me knowingly in return.

“You are an elite athlete y/n, it is imperative that you care for your body. Or something like this happens, something with such magnitude that it can’t be overlooked. Your health and wellbeing comes first, always.”

I nodded at Serena once again, allowing her to give me a hug before leaving the room to give us some privacy. As soon as the door closed behind her I shed a few tears, I hated confrontation, it was one of my biggest fears.

“She’s right y’know, this could have been a lot worse, what if you’d put yourself in a really dangerous position because you were in a bad headspace and ended up seriously injured, you can’t just stop taking your medication randomly y/n, it’s not safe.”

Leah’s voice was murmured against my forehead, her lips staying plastered to the oily and cold skin.

“No one else on the team relies on medication to function, I thought I would be fine, I feel so stupid always being the one having to rely on shit to get through the day.”

I could feel Leah rolling her eyes from above me.

“No one else on the team struggles with intense anxiety and depression like you do, we are all different, we all function differently. There is no shame in needing medication y/n/n, Lucy uses an asthma puffer, does that make her stupid?”

I looked over at Lucy, it was different.

“No but it’s different.”

“How?”

Leah’s answer was fired back at me and I struggled slightly to recover from her sudden reply,

“Lucy has a physical problem, mine’s just in my head.”

“What you went through today seemed pretty physical to me.”

I was stumped by that answer, looking across at Kiera and Lucy who nodded along with what Leah was saying.

“You struggle with your mental health, there is no shame in that. You rely on medication. So what? Good for you for listening to your body and acknowledging that you need that to help you make it through the day. Y/n, there is absolutely nothing wrong with using medication to help you. If I felt sick, with the flu, and I needed antibiotics or whatever, would you think that I was weak for using them?”

I shook my head at Leah almost immediately, the question was a no brainer for me,

“Exactly, because I’d be taking the medication needed to keep me well and functioning. All you are doing is the same thing y/n, keeping yourself alive and well.”

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tsukimefuku · 18 days

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old regrets and guilt ridden pasts ꕥ higuruma hiromi

this part → part 2 → part 3 (soon) | mdni!

summary: you and hiromi are sent out on a mission to exorcize a strong curse at an abandoned hospital. as hiromi has to use his domain to strip you from your cursed technique, things start to go downhill.

tags: +18!, starts out with an explicit! sex scene, some smut, f!reader, established relationship higuruma x reader, reader is kind of emotionally stunted, mentions of death, grief, yuuji and nanami make an appearance, implied past nanami x reader, overall angst, fluff, hurt + comfort.

wc: 3.9k

notes etc.: heavy spoilers for "sand and snow" readers. written to the sound of nothing in my way (keane). as always, i write flawed characters that can (and will) sometimes be assholes.

ꕥ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

The day had been pleasant. You and Hiromi shared a lazy Sunday with no missions or jujutsu sorcery whatsoever, watched a few movies on TV, talked and spent time together. He tried teaching you principles of criminal law, but you understood virtually nothing.

After a few glasses of wine, though, your hand wound up on his thighs, his lips on your neck, and well, here you were.

You were splayed in front of him, propping up your body with your arms, and his abdomen was pressed sweaty against your back, as he rolled himself into you. Hiromi had one hand on your thigh, and the other supported him over your trembling body.

"Ah, Hiro-" you gasped, in between mewls and moans, turning your chin over your shoulder, just so you could ask him to move, making it easier for you to come undone over him.

He huffed, warm, humid breath pressed against the hair in the back of your neck, as he answered with a husky voice, "yes, my love?"

He had called you that once or twice before, but this time, it swirled and tangled itself around you like divine rope, drowning you in molasses. The request you had lingering went straight to the back of your mind, as you moaned to the sound of his gravely, breathless voice calling you 'my love'.

"Call me that again," you pleaded, whimpering, while you felt him brushing against the deepest parts of you.

"Ah, my love..." Hiromi repeated, an audible smile while he spoke, nuzzling his gorgeous hooked nose behind your neck as he planted wet kisses wherever his lips passed. "My love, my love, my love…" His mouth traveled to the back of your shoulder, and you lifted your head to moan his name, shivers prickling on the roots of every hair in your body.

He kept cooing my love against you until his speech became nothing but incoherent mumbling against your bare, sensitive skin.

Before you noticed, his hand, previously on your thigh, descended to rub you as he approached his own release, and upon the pressure from his digits on you, already sensitive by then, you let out a strained moan of his name.

Hiromi came with a watery groan, having you tip over the edge some time after, letting out a last cry for him.

As you were navigating your euphoric ecstasy, trying to keep the comedown at bay for a few moments longer, both falling to the side with him pulling your body closer, you felt him whispering against your locks.

Even though you couldn't be sure about it, you thought you heard Hiromi say I love you.

***

"I have to go," he said, playfully trying to untangle your arms from his waist, kissing your cheek with the sultry smell of fresh black coffee breath. You were both in your balcony, the breakfast plates empty over the only chair you had, and you giggled and kissed his jawline insistently.

"Why do you have to go?" You asked, parting slightly to look at Hiromi. As he looked back at you, you formed a pout with your lower lip, and he smiled, planting a quick kiss on your mouth.

"Because I have to water the sunflower you gave me," he replied, lovingly.

"Why don’t you just bring your sunflower here? You basically sleep here the entire week now. You should bring some clothes too, and other things you might need" you replied, liberating his waist from your tight grip on his body, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Then you realized what that sounded like.

He also did.

"Are you... Asking me to move in with you?" He questioned, and you instantly blushed, red wash covering your cheeks.

"I... Just bring the sunflower already. I-" you stuttered, "just don't want you to leave every single morning to take care of it and change into clean clothes."

Hiromi put both of his hands on your shoulders and smiled fondly. "I will, I promise," he answered, as he kissed your forehead with a feathery touch. You smiled at him, and let your arms down, aligning his tie with the tips of your fingers. At that, he sighed contently.

It was then that you remembered what you thought you heard last night.

"Hey, Hiromi..." you began.

"Yes, my love?" He replied, sugary tone as he brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek.

You quivered to the sound of that, just like you did the night before.

"Yesterday, after we..." you cleared your throat, feeling a faint sense of trepidation creeping over you, "did you whisper or say anything? I mean, I thought I heard something."

He widened his eyes a little, and you could swear his face had become a light peachy pink. You kept silent, waiting for an answer, and his mouth opened, without a sound coming from it, as he blinked mindlessly thinking of anything to say.

Words failed him, hard.

Then, your phone rang.

You cursed internally at the interruption, sighing deeply.

Grasping at it with the tips of your fingers, you pulled the thing out of your pocket, seeing Gojo's name lit up on the screen.

Pressing the green icon, you said, "yes, Satoru? I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Hey!" His whimsical voice echoed through your ear. "So, we have a mission for you and Higuruma, and I'd like to ask for you to take Yuuji along."

"Oh, okay, no problem. What is it?"

"There's apparently a Grade 1 curse in a closed-down hospital, just by the outskirts of Tokyo. You or Higuruma alone would suffice, but I want Yuuji to train coordinating himself with other sorcerers in the field, so the more, the merrier! Also, you are both great at it, so he might actually learn a thing or two."

You smiled, noticing how this enthusiasm wasn't purely a facade. Gojo had been slowly — but surely — been chipping away at his frivolous-smile persona, and it became evident in how he sounded genuinely thrilled when talking about his students.

"Okay! I'll be delighted to have him tagging along."

"Alright, then!"

You hung up, and darted your eyes to Higuruma, that seemed curious about your call.

"We have a mission together. Just let me get ready" you stated, and he hoped for a second that you had forgotten the question you made moments before the phone rang.

You hadn't.

***

"Nitta, we'll be right back! Please, take care. This area seems kind of shady" you said, as you, Higuruma and Yuuji stepped outside the car.

The blonde woman turned her head to smile at you, giving you a thumbs up. "No worries. Also, I'm bringing the veil down right after you go inside. Even if we're a little far from the huzz buzz of Tokyo, it's better to be safe than sorry."

You nodded. "Great. Thank you, Nitta."

After closing the doors, the three of you began walking towards the hospital. It was a considerably big structure, and seemed to be closed off for at least a few years, with the unforgiving weather weaving black cracks of mold across the sleeping giant’s facade.

"So, are you excited?" You asked, turning your head to look at Yuuji. He looked back at you, big puppy eyes flickering with anticipation.

"Yes!" He chirped, opening a wide smile. "I really want to see you and Mr. Higuruma fighting together on the field, I heard you two are mad strong working together."

Barely before Hiromi began taking missions on his own, and after working together for some time, you both became something of a legendary duo for having exorcized a particularly strong special grade curse side by side in a sequence of black flashes — you both had dealt three black flashes each.

Hiromi silently smiled, gazing at you, and after noticing it, you couldn't help but blush a little bit. You shook your head softly, and breathed deeply to ease yourself back into professional mode.

"So, Yuuji-kun," you began, enunciating every syllable separately.

"Yes, sensei?" He replied, imitating your cadence.

"Let's have a quick run through on cursed spirits again, shall we?"

"Okay!"

"So, why do you think a strong cursed spirit manifested here, inside a closed off hospital?" You quizzed.

"Because cursed spirits manifest due to negative emotions, and places like hospitals, cemeteries and such pool a lot of those" He answered.

"Good! But this hospital has been closed off for a while, so what do you think could've happened for a cursed spirit to manifest here currently?"

"There are two options. First, it took some time for the negative energy to concentrate enough for it to appear," he began, "and the second is that this spirit had already been exorcized, but after a while, it respawned."

"Yes, yes, good," you answered, nodding, trying to keep a straight face to mask the proud feeling. "But there is a third option!"

"Oh, is there?" He inquired, whipping his head in your direction.

"Yes! If this is an almost special grade curse, like some we all have faced in the past, then it could've spawned elsewhere and come here out of its own volition" you completed, finger extended up beside your face to make your point.

"Oh, true!" He replied.

"So, which one do you both think it is?" Hiromi asked, as he mindlessly swirled his gavel around his fingers, the crunch of leaves and dirt under your feet filling the air.

As the three of you entered what you liked to call the invisible cloud, the point where the energy emanated by the cursed spirit around its area seemed to hit like a whiff of strong air, similar to the forming winds of a tornado, you sighed, putting your hands in your pockets.

"It's strong, but not that strong. I'd place my bets on the first or second options."

***

"There is no time to argue, Hiromi, I need to go in there with Yuuji and I need you to use your domain on me!"

The curse had its own kind of veil, from what you all could tell, and the only people allowed inside were those who apparently had no innate cursed technique. Yuuji easily peered his hand inside its realm, and so did Nitta, apart from her protests of being used as a lab rat.

"Judgeman can pick any random crime to judge, I have no say in that" he hesitantly answered. "It can be a serious offense, worthy of the death penalty. I'd just like to avoid that happening" he concluded, voice simmering with hesitancy hitting the back of his throat.

"I'm not a contumacious criminal, and you can go easy on me when it's your time to speak. Come on. We can do this!" You tried reassuring him, one hand planted to each of his shoulders. "I can't let Yuuji go in there alone, I'm responsible for him. He's my student, and a teenager."

"You sound just like Nanamin" Yuuji complained more to himself than anyone else, crossing his arms on his chest, still mumbling. I'm not a kid.

"Hiromi, please."

He sighed deeply before nodding.

"Itadori, I'll need you to step behind."

The boy acquiesced and distanced himself, as the other sorcerer stepped his way into your direction and expanded his domain, drawing you in.

No matter how many times you got pulled into other sorcerer's domains, going in was always a jarring and disorienting experience, overall.

In a few short moments, you and Hiromi were standing facing each other, and you sighed deeply at the sight of that shikigami, remembering that the last time you saw it, the thing gave you one hell of a headache.

Or better, it and Hiromi did, when he was still a curse user.

"Fine, let's go on with this" you stated, getting ready to hear yet another possible (or not) misdemeanor or unknown crime you might've committed.

But you weren't ready for the words that left the shikigami's mouth.

"February 24th, 2008."

That date.

"Odate City, Akita Prefecture."

Oh, no.

Your eyes widened in panic, and Hiromi saw it.

You could visualize his lips moving, he was talking to you. Perhaps asking if you were alright.

However, you heard nothing.

"You stand accused of homicide against-"

You didn't need to hear the rest.

"I confess. I killed him."

Whatever Hiromi was speaking suddenly drowned in his chest. You looked at him, and he tried futilely holding your faltering gaze to ask you what the hell was going on, shocked eyes wide open, but you just crawled your way back inside your head, desperately wishing for this fucking day to be immediately over.

"Confiscation! Death penalty!" The creature shouted, before dissipating away.

That little shit.

And then… It all happened in a split second.

Hiromi saw the Executioner's Sword in his hand. Yuuji began asking what the hell is going on under bated, preoccupied and terrified breath. You nearly lost your balance before coming back to your senses.

Hiromi immediately dispelled his technique, feeling equal parts mortified and disgusted to be holding that against you.

"Why did you-" the former lawyer began, extending his hand your way.

You flinched away, eyes glued to the ground.

"Not now. I have to go in with Yuuji and finish exorcizing this curse."

"My lo… Please" Hiromi pleaded, before exhaling slowly. "Be careful."

"I will."

***

Hiromi sat beside you, as Yuuji looked worried from afar, since you were never one to be so unbearably quiet and aloof.

The sorcerer knew you were finding it incredibly hard to speak right now, and when everyone got back to Jujutsu High, all you did was sit at the base of the stairs, not uttering a single sound, and not following them when they began walking upstairs.

Hiromi stayed quiet, gazing at you, and held your hand to see if you'd react.

You didn't move, frozen in your spot, feelings hurricaning inside you like a blizzard. You feared that, if you moved, even a single inch, you'd come crumbling down.

"My love, please, talk to me."

You couldn't do anything other than shake your head.

You just couldn't.

Hell, breathing was barely manageable under the broken dam of painful memories flooding your mind all at once.

Hiromi sighed, ever so patient, aware of what he had to do. He didn't particularly appreciate the idea, but it was his only option then.

"Tell me the truth" he began, "is it me that you need by your side right now?" Hiromi asked, earnestly.

Your lips trembled for a moment, your jaw clenched, and you searched for the strength to find your voice again. When you did, you felt horrible for what you knew you were about to say, but you chose to honor your promise to Hiromi — always tell him the truth, even when it hurt.

Truth is, you had never told him about your brother and all that happened at Odate, and right now, you knew you couldn't muster up the strength to explain it all to him. It would be necessary to make Hiromi understand the depths of the emotional struggles that had been at stake ever since his shikigami bestowed upon you the death penalty.

Only one person could talk you through this.

"No, it’s not."

He resigned, feeling the words piercing him like needles. The sorcerer was aware that he had to talk to you about it, but decided to do it at a later time.

At that very moment, he knew what you needed to talk about, and Nanami was the only person you'd speak to.

Hiromi got on his feet and walked towards Yuuji.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" The boy asked, genuinely concerned.

"Itadori, can you please call Nanami? Tell him it's important, that it's about her, and ask him to come" Hiromi stated.

Yuuji nodded and pulled his phone, immediately starting to dial.

After the call, Hiromi asked if you wanted to be alone, to which you nodded. He and Yuuji walked upstairs as you waited — for Nanami or for this feeling to go away, whatever happened first.

Some time passed before a car stopped in front of you.

As Nanami got out of it, he looked at you, and you had a completely defeated look on your face as you were still sitting on the same spot ever since you got there an hour prior.

He closed the door behind him and made his way towards you, steady stride taking him to meet you at the steps, as he, himself, descended, sitting by your side. He didn't glance at you, choosing to look at the sky after removing his glasses, putting them inside his blazer's pocket, and waited patiently.

Nanami had done this many times before, and knew you usually only needed some peace, quiet and space in order to begin spilling your ruminations and thoughts all over his ears.

With a sigh, you began.

"I got sentenced to death today for killing my brother. Wonderful day."

Nanami was instantly taken aback, not grasping what you were on about.

"Could you please clarify?"

You shuffled uncomfortably.

"We were fighting a curse, and long story short, only people without innate cursed techniques could enter its own brand of veil in order to fight it. I asked Hiromi to use his domain on me, so that Itadori wouldn't go in alone, and I was tried for my brother's death."

The sorcerer had some knowledge as to how Higuruma's domain worked, and it still didn't make sense to him. He knew that Higuruma didn't pick the crime to be tried, as it was chosen at random by his shikigami, and also knew there were two possible different penalties, confiscation and death sentence, the second reserved for the most serious of cases, which granted Higuruma the executioner's sword.

He also remembered very distinctly how your brother died, and knew for a fact that you weren't culpable for his death.

"I apologize, but I still don't understand how that could've happened" he proceeded.

"I..." you stuttered, "I confessed."

Oh.

"Why did you confess?" Nanami asked, voice lowering softly.

You looked at him, and in an instant diverted your gaze back to the ground.

"He died because of me, to save me. He sacrificed himself in a gamble for me to live."

"That doesn't make you culpable" he answered, his voice a mixture of empathetic and objective.

"Why not? He's still dead, and I'm still the reason he died."

You leaned your arms to hug your knees shortly after you said that, physically holding your pieces together.

“You're aware he’d wish you to be happy and at peace after he was gone, right?” Nanami asked.

“And that’s the worst part!” You let out, now finally choked on tears that wouldn't come, allowing your fragments to burst at the seams.

Relief, however, was slow to come, and your chest still was tight around your heavy heart.

Nanami was surprised at your response, and remained silent, so that you had the time you needed to elaborate on your feelings.

"I… I know he’d want me to be happy, so now I don’t just feel sad for his departure, but I feel guilty for not being able to fulfill his wish, to just be happy after his death."

You sighed tightly, trying to air out that wrenching sensation. It didn't work.

"I feel guilty for not being able to fulfill his dying wish. It's like... I failed him in every single way imaginable."

Nanami gave it a pause before he spoke again.

"I understand."

"You... do? I'm not crazy for feeling like that?" You inquired, looking at him.

Nanami shook his head. "No. Navigating grief is a hard challenge, and it can show itself in many ways, often nonsensical."

"I can't imagine how people deal with grief without undoing themselves every time they have to face it" you blurted out.

Looking at you, his eyes softened, as he said, "sometimes, they end up undoing other people in the process."

That caught your attention, and you looked back at him.

With half a mind to distract yourself from the pain regarding the loss of your twin, you unconsciously decided to poke at another kind of ache, one that you hadn't touched upon ever since you and the sorcerer in front of you had defeated the Lover's Pass curse.

"Kento, why-" you halted for a brief second. "Can I call you Kento?"

He smiled so discreetly you nearly missed it. "Yes."

Acclimating yourself to it, you proceeded.

"Kento, why did you shove me away like that after we spent a night together?" You asked him, unsure if you really wanted to know the answer to that question.

Nanami sighed and looked down for a while before he answered you.

"I was... Frightened."

That definitely took you unexpectedly, and you looked at him puzzled.

"Of what?"

"Dying and leaving you behind."

He sighed before allowing himself to proceed.

"No, that's not all of it."

Nanami took a few seconds to muster up the courage to admit the not-so noble part of his reasoning for doing what he'd done.

"I was afraid of the pain I'd endure if you died, too."

"Afraid of me dying? That was your reason?" You felt genuinely confused. "Why was that even a reason to push me away? This is a risk just as much now. I'm still a jujutsu sorcerer, you know."

"Yu Haibara" was everything he could say, involuntarily pinching the bridge of his nose, impassive face concealing the sting of pain that came from the depths of his past.

"Your friend?"

You remembered when Nanami told you about the mission where his partner died. How they were both chased by the town's people that treated the curse like a deity, how Haibara was fatally wounded, and how Nanami helplessly tried to flee taking Haibara with him, unable to do a single thing to save his best friend's life.

"Yes. At the time, I had only met a few older sorcerers who died in the field, and dying while on a mission myself felt somewhat like a foreign concept to me. I was young and just saw it as an abstract possibility of being a jujutsu sorcerer" Kento said. You waited quietly for him to proceed, collecting his thoughts.

"When he died, I felt his death deeper than any other that had happened up until that point," Nanami began, now turning his eyes to look at you as he said his next words, "and when I failed your mission years ago, it felt quite like the same. That distinct sense of helplessness and failure."

You were both silent for a moment, letting it all hang in the air.

"I thought that if I kept my distance, and something happened to either of us, it wouldn't hurt so profoundly for me or for you" he concluded.

Upon hearing that, you shook your head and looked away, smiling bitterly and incredulous.

"Well, that's just stupid."

He huffed, with a regretful, quitted expression on his face. "Yes, I know that now. But it seemed to make sense then."

After a few moments, gentle and polite, Kento got up and offered you his hand.

You took it and lifted yourself with his help, feeling like his unwavering serenity could somehow be passed over to you from that brief contact alone.

"Thank you" you murmured, nearly whispering.

"Whenever you need my assistance" he answered, fondly.

It felt like the film that had been suffocating you ever since you stepped out of Hiromi's domain was finally removed, and you could breathe in peace again.

Tag list (that I keep forgetting, sorry): @yammy-yammy-yama @g-kleran @otomesass @redlikerozez

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lynlmao · 7 months

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Hiii! Could you do one were Quackity and you were dating in secret (you are both streamers) and at a party while Quackity is super drunk he starts a Twitter Space (that thing that's like a stream but only voice) and he starts talking about you and how much he loves you, until u find him (maybe he was in a room by himself or something) and he starts asking for kisses while you still dont know that he's doing the twitter space??

Secret relationship 🔐

cc!Quackity x gn!reader hcs [SFW]

cw: swearing, mentions of drinking / alcohol

masterlist

Tbh he’s always been more secretive about his life outside his career. Meaning you, his s/o, isn’t introduced until you and him are 100% about revealing your relationship.

But for the fun of it, you and him “jokingly” flirt with each other on camera for your fans reactions but then he’d call you after the stream and be like:

“babeeee was everything u said true?😏”

And when you admit that you meant everything you said, with he’d literally be all mushy n teasing u like

”yk we can recreate your little joke you made during the stream..😍”

You feel your cheeks start to heat up but instead of admitting defeat to him, you flirt back. Making his heart pound even faster than it already was.

im actually NOT good at flirting so pls pretend you came up with an actual good pickup line or something😭

The QSMP members also know the relationship between you two and they’d follow along with the teasing.

But one night, you and Alex get invited to a content creator party. And since both of you were free, why not just go for it?

Upon arrival there was flashing lights, loud music, and the strong scent of alcohol and drink. Right off the bat, you two were greeted by a bunch of people— basically what you’d expect at an average party🤷🏻‍♀️

You two have tried to stay together partying for at least 2 or 3 hours so far and Alex already starts to get superr drunk.

Everything starts to go downhill when he stumbles into an empty room and starts a twitter space. Like with no thoughts, just out of the blue.

He decided to talk about you butwas slurring his words, confusing his audience at first until they realized who he was talking about.

”gUYysssss……I’m at a party aaand..I dunno where my baby went 😞”

”their smile, the way they lauuughh~...I’m in love with everything about them….😕💗”

”I wonduhr when they come back— you guys don’t think they left me..rIGHT?!!?!?🤔😭”

“Y/n is liTTURAHLY the luv of my lifeeee🤗.”

In the meantime, you sobered up a bit after realizing your bf was nowhere to be found, you started to panic and asked people if they’ve seen your boyfriend anywhere

After like 10 minutes, u found him sitting in a corner of an empty room and he got excited again :3

”OMGOMGOMG GUyyss!! my sweetheart is back!!!😸😘”

You run towards him calling out his name as you hug him feeling relieved, you peppered kisses all over his face.

hes such a cutie patootiieeee when he’s happy. Especially when he’s drunk!!! i swear he’s just melting in your arms, starting over his rant about how you’re the love of his life🤗

”guyys, im gonna fucking marry them…just wait for it…..😽”

Until it took you a second to realize.

”….”guys”??? Babe am i forget something 😭??”

”Wha—..….oh shit.”

You look at him confused as he rushes to his phone. He immediately ends the twitter space but it’s too late, “quackity x y/n confirmed” is already trending on twitter and clips of the twitter live was recorded and posted all over social media.

He explained what happened and he apologized. Poor boy felt so guilty for being reckless but you reassured him that it’s going okay and that you guys will figure out what to do next.

The next day, you both decided to stream to clear up what happened last night.

While waiting for everyone to join in, the first batch of people were already questioning you two but after the 5 minute wait, you guys reveal yourselves.

”Good afternoon chat!!!” You can tell Alex is a little nervous because he knows his fan base is all sorts of surprises, but you hold his hand under the desk letting him know it’s gonna be alright.

“So, it’s already pretty obvious what this stream is about and at this point we’re just gonna get straight to the point. Yes, we are dating.”

He goes on explaining how the situation happened and the chat absolutely blows up. Luckily, both of you noticed that there was no negativity in the chat but you guys stream for an hour, answering questions and talking about how you two kept it a secret for so long.

After the stream, both of you were SO relieved. At last both of you wouldn’t have to lie and make up stupid excuses anymore💗.

You guys knew there was gonna be at least some people who are disgusted or annoyed but tbh you guys just ignore those mfs🥰‼️‼️

All of the QSMP members are extremely happy and excited for you two, mostly cause they get to tease Alex even more than before 💀

anon, I’m sosososo sorry if u meant like an actual short story😭 I’m more comfortable writing in a jot note form rn and I know that I should probably start trying to get out of my comfort zone but everytime I actually try writing a story with actual paragraphs I just cringe at myself and end up deleting the draft..😓

#asks #qsmp #quackity #quackity blurb #quackity headcannons #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity imagine #alex quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n

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kyokutsu-sama · 3 months

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I am sooo glad your requests are back open omg, i missed seeing content from you 🥰. May I pleeease request the Bleach men coming to terms that their girlfriend, even tho is really good in fights, the rest of the time is insanely clumsy (yk, burn/cuts herself when cooking, trips, slips, falls, all that)? I'm most interested in Byakuya, Toshiro, Hisagi and Shinji (if it's not too much😅). Sorry for the long ask 😅💗

A/n : Hii!! It's okay 😊 It was an interesting idea and I enjoyed writing it. I hope you like it ❤️

Byakuya :

He initially admired you, all your strength during battle and all that self-confidence that inspired everyone around you. So far, everything was fine…but when he started noticing you do so much nonsense in a short space of time, he questioned several things. First it was when you fell in the hallway, then it was when you dropped the stack of papers on his desk and not to mention when you stuck your finger in the door when leaving his office. He closed his eyes and put his hand to his face, wondering what level of your clumsiness was. "How can she be two things at the same time?" He thought He doesn't directly confront you with that but will always keep an eye on you to see if you don't get hurt or ruin something doing a simple task. He is careful with you and even offers to help when he knows you can't do something or try to do it and it goes wrong.

Toshiro:

He is very perfectionist, whether fighting or signing a simple sheet of paper. He had a lot of expectations for you when you showed yourself serious on the battlefield, strong and with your head held high. The worst was when he met you on the other side… It was all downhill. There was a time when you went to get some papers from his office and before you even got close to the door you fell and dropped everything on the floor. He felt a wave of revolt inside him, because he had already put everything in order and now everything was a mess. It turns out that he started seeing you being clumsy a lot of times and this confused him because you initially used to be responsible and careful. He tries not to leave you aside in these tasks but he has no other alternative if you continue to be clumsy like this.

Hisagi :

Hisagi thinks highly of you, he admires you and sometimes seeks advice from you when something is not going well. However, like Byakuya, he never stops wondering how you manage to do so much nonsense in such a short time. First it was the fall on the stairs, then it was when you let the food burn or spilled the glass of water on the table. All sorts of things started to make him more attentive to you. He offered to help you so you wouldn't have to do everything alone and that way you would avoid being so clumsy, something you sometimes felt sorry for. He always comforted you and said everything was okay, accidents happen, don't they?

Shinji :

Although he always looks silly most of the time, he trusts in you and your strength. But he not only knows this strong side of you, but also your other clumsy and laughing side, which makes him admire you even more. I have the idea that if he had a really clumsy girlfriend it would be total chaos because I'm sure he could be worse than his partner. However, he doesn't stop laughing at your little accidents, especially if you fall in front of him, so get ready to hear his laughter. The kind of friend who laughs and only after stopping does he help lift you off the ground. He has a shred of mercy and kindness in his heart and that's why he will help you with things, even if he sometimes ends up doing worse. He will make fun of you a lot for this.

#bleach #bleach fandom #gotei 13 #bleach x reader #byakuya kuchiki #toshiro hitsugaya #shuhei hisagi #shinji hirako #bleach headcanons

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retrocesosdestacion · 6 months

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SNAP OUT OF IT. | ellie carpenter

ellie carpenter x reader

genres: soft angst, comfort.

warnings: english!reader, some swearing words, couple fights, r being stupid again, wc semi-final.

notes: uhhhh i really enjoyed writing this, also writing ellie it's so satisfying because no matter the situation she's always understandable 😭

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sometimes you need to be injured to understand things and patiently resolve them.

Believing in me is scary, but let me tell you one more secret: Discovering love is loving without fear; the beginning is sweet and the end is sour.

PK.

The last thing you felt was your nose staring at the grass with all the strength in the world, even with your attempt to protect it with your hands.

Perhaps it was quite strong, mainly because the odor of blood emitted more and more into your nostrils every second.

Your ankle, aching and tensing, which at least was an answer that you hadn't been injured enough to leave the pitch.

You're not used to this kind of tackle; normally you are determined enough to dodge.

But Ellie Carpenter didn't make mistakes. No matter who it was, it was always a success; even if you were her girlfriend.

❝ Hey, is everything okay? ❞ A muffled female voice echoed through your ears. You weren't in the best situation to look who it was, but you mentally hoped it was the Australian.

The voice now became a whistle; probably calling the medical team. At this point, the woman whose saying was actually the referee.

Progressively, muffled voices began to appear, and you at least wished one of them was Ellie.

It slowly started to irritate you. The subtle conversations around you were sickening, the blood dripping from the tip of your lips and the shame of getting hurt in front of a worldwide audience didn't help.

You pushed yourself up, pressing both palms to the bloody grass and slowly rising; sitting down.

Reddened cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and drops of blood, your light blue uniform slowly absorbed each of those drops. ❝ Shit. ❞ You groaned.

❝ Is everything ok with you? ❞ They asked that again. But this time, it was Greenwood who was there. ❝ Can you stand up?! ❞ She was attentive.

You just nodded your head in confirmation. Even though it was a strong impact against the ground, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. ❝ I'm fine. ❞ You mumbled.

Took time to breathe deeply as you sat on the stadium lawn waiting for the medical team.

It was the year of the World Cup, the big semi-final against Australia and one step away from the final. Up to this point, you have played perfectly so you could take England all the way.

But now? Things went downhill, in reality, it wasn't like England depended on you; we're talking about the woman on the other side.

The woman who was five meters away, looking at you, the one who didn't dare approach you after the tackle.

Ellie Carpenter was like a sentence in some book that you start to love. The type of phrase you tattoo on your skin to remember, that stays in your mind.

And that was what enchanted you; Carpenter was the woman of your life and you loved it.

But at that moment, that magic disappeared. You at least expected her to come up to you and apologize or whatever two human people would do.

Raso reached Ellie, placed her arm on Ellie's shoulder and the two turned as if they were going to discuss something. No more or less.

And it stung your heart, like a stab so sturdy that it created a lump in your throat. It was no longer the pain of falling to the ground that was bothering you, but the pain of hers idiocy.

An urge to cry grew inside you, immense chagrin bubbled up. The fact that Ellie hadn't come to you until now had destroyed you enough to make yourself angry.

Of course, a while back you two promised to show the minimum amount of affection in public to respect the relationship. But that? That was already an baloney, conceivably even a lack of esteem towards you.

I mean, that's what you thought. The Australian defender turned back and laid eyes on you. The typical regretful and scared look, desperate to see you well.

But you were too blind to see this, perhaps because of the oxygen in your brain, of anger or appertaining to so many people being in front of you.

Within minutes, you had a cotton ball stuck in your left nostril. People had already dispersed and Alex pulled you to your feet.

You were already standing, the referee was explaining the rules for the free kick meters after the center line; such words that entered one side of the ear and came out the other.

It was the last minute of first half stoppage time, you were begging for it to end once and for all. The euphoric feeling of playing was gone, and you just wanted to go to the locker room.

You kicked without thinking, seconds after the whistle. Unsuccessfully, it went outside.

The high-pitched sound rose three times in a row.

Greenwood patted you on the back, indirectly advising you to go straight to the locker room. The captain went ahead and you stayed behind, after all, a tug on your shirt stopped you.

The clear blue eyes, as the ocean, stare at you. Such eyes that you were so used to seeing in your everyday life.

❝ Hey. ❞ She let go muttering, still holding the sleeve of your jersey.

It sounds so scary that you were so wrathful, that Ellie's face was sickening at that moment. You couldn't bear to see her.

❝ I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— ❞ Before the Australian could apologize for her actions, you pushed her hand away.

❝ Forget it. ❞ To be honest, any unusual word in your vocabulary with the defender was terrifying.

❝ [reader], it wasn’t— ❞

❝ Your intention? I know. ❞ You interrupted her.

Ellie knows you very, very well. But when you acted so stupid, it was like all your months together were thrown into the fire and you just became another stranger.

❝ Can you stop being like that for once and listen to me?! ❞

❝ If you wanted to talk to me, you should have come sooner, no? ❞

❝ That's what I'm trying to explain to you, if you would stop being stupid. ❞ Gradually, the defender's patience disappeared.

❝ Am I being the stupid one now? It wasn't me who neglected to stay by your side. ❞ You had a habit of acting as if you were the center of the universe. ❝ Don't waste my time anymore, please. ❞

The feeling that you are worthless to no one is scary. And that's what Ellie felt.

❝ Right. ❞ She murmured, clearly holding back tears. Ellie's voice was a completely broken tightrope, struggling between not crying and not screaming.

You had more words stuck in your throat, you wanted to say how stupid Carpenter was to leave you there, how stupid she was for not even talking to you. But to be honest, that was already too much.

Hearing Ellie's intonation break in half broke his heart. This just showed that sometimes, you weren't prepared at all for such rough falls.

But in this life, who is?

You turned your back on Ellie, before things got worse; before you turn it into a dead end.

Watching Ellie play for the last forty-five minutes while you were on the bench was the worst thing ever seen today.

I mean, anyone could clearly say that the Australian was not doing well in terms of her own performance.

And this created an vast discomfort within you, after all, it was obvious that you were to blame for this.

Carpenter was the type of person who didn't care about other people's comments, paying minimal attention to opinions; good or bad.

But you were an exception. You had the privilege of always being able to comment or advise something in your girlfriend's life.

Yes, exactly. You should have been careful with your words.

Your fingers drummed on own upper thigh, while the same leg shook with anxiety. You just wanted it all to end soon.

Not just because of Ellie, but you guys were winning; you were reaping what you sowed.

You wanted to hear the last whistle and run in front of that field and finally be able to celebrate advancing to the finals.

And said and done, it happened. Three whistles were enough for you to leave the bench and run to the first teammate you saw.

Hugs, celebrations and pure self-resilience. Your mind acted like a switch, going from overwhelming worry and anxiety to the greatest euphoric feeling of your life.

Within moments, the muffled sound of joyful shouts and Earps tirelessly repeating words of victory near you were your joyful moments.

But your life was a faulty switch, the nonsense comes back at you like a rubber band pulled against your own skin, without control.

Obviously, your eyes are like a machine configured only to focus on the one piece of your life.

Even if you had won, you still lost.

You know when people say they hate seeing the love of their life sad? That's exactly what happened.

One of the scariest moments of your life was looking in detail at Ellie's tired and destroyed face.

You were terrible, you were bad. How many times have you made Carpenter's heart a wreck that keeps pounding for you?

You swallowed hard before abandoning your team and stepping firmly onto the greenish ground, heading towards her.

Ellie had taken off her headband before sitting on the grass, near the goal area.

It's kind of funny that you have the courage to go to her after everything.

The Australian was sitting with her back to the crowd, facing your direction, looking at the ground. It's even surprising that she didn't notice you getting close.

❝ Hey. ❞ You said awkwardly, standing in front of Carpenter.

She did not answer. In fact, she didn't even look at you.

And that hurts a lot. You tried again, but now sitting next to her.

You stayed quiet, not even looking at her. The silence at that time remained, the only thing that passed by were the screams of the crowd.

❝ You should be with them. ❞ It was Ellie's first sentence after minutes of crushing silence.

❝ I can celebrate a victory several times. Staying with you is unique. ❞

The defender slowly turned her face towards you, with a beautiful but lying smile. ❝ I'm sorry. ❞

❝ Don't apologize. ❞ You muttered. ❝ I went excessive angry with you. ❞

❝ I should have stayed with you when I did that. ❞ Ellie whispered. ❝ But I was scared. I didn't want to see what I did to you. ❞

You didn't answered back, but kept cutting the few grasses of the stadium with your fingers. Carpenter stared at you, as if you were a child playing in the playground.

❝ You are under no obligation to do anything. ❞ You said.

❝ Yes, I do. You love me, and it's the least I can do for it. ❞

You laughed while holding back your laughter. It wasn't funny, but you weren't expecting it.

❝ To be honest, I was very sad to see you like this. ❞

Ellie smiled a very naive smile, as if she was slowly forgetting the things that had happened. She brought her body closer to you, so she could lay her head on your shoulder.

❝ I thought you said you didn't like being with me like this, in public. ❞ You joked.

❝ Oh, shut up. ❞ She crossed one of her arms around yours. ❝ I hope next time you keep your mouth shut for the entire ninety minutes. ❞

❝ Okay, from now on. ❞ You gestured as if you were closing your lips.

❝ No! ❞ Carpenter laughed as he lightly pushed his body. ❝ Not now! Currently, I just want to hear your voice and be by your side. ❞

Despite everything, it's very funny and incredible how easily you made Ellie forget the defeat a few minutes ago, and how she made you forget all your problems.

She was the type of person that when you meet, you two just fit. You feel as good as if you've known her your whole life, and you don't need to hide anything.

You took a strong, calm breath, as if you had finally overcome the pain.

❝ I was thinking about you the entire second half. ❞ It's actually interesting, for the simple fact that Ellie always told you to be professional and not mix sports and dating.

❝ I know you. ❞ You said before letting out a giggle. ❝ And you could tell, since I didn't take my eyes off you. ❞

❝ Yuck! You seem like a dramatic romantic. ❞ Deep down, the Australian love it.

You slowly wrapped one of your arms around Ellie's body, so you could comfortably place a peck on her temple. ❝ Maybe. ❞

❝ Stop being an idiot. ❞ She joked.

❝ Only if you promise not to be sad with me anymore. ❞ You raised your right pinky.

Ellie smiled a beautiful smile, the kind that warms your soul; She closed his pinky with hers.

❝ I promise. ❞

#ellie carpenter x reader #ellie carpenter #woso #woso x reader #ol feminin #australia wnt #auswnt

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nipuni · 5 months

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Doctor Who report! We finished S8 and we loved it, Twelve is great! This season started really strong for us, we loved "Listen" and there were many fun episodes!! sadly the "kill the moon" episode also happened and it was such a mess that we are going to pretend it never did lmao I'd rather talk about what I loved instead and that is Missy!! HELLO?? I always enjoy The Master so this was such a treat!! I love her I hope she comes back next season!! Clara's and Danny's character development on the other hand we didn't enjoy as much and we felt it kind of went downhill since the moon episode but I'm curious to see where Clara's arc is going from here. I love Capaldi so damn much!! Also the 60 anniversary special is coming out tomorrow and we are so excited!! 😭 I need to draw so many things about this show already but things keep getting in the way AAA I have a ton of deadlines, a few events to attend to and a trip on top of it all next week so I'm losing my mind but I will have some art and stuff to share soon I promise!! I hope you are all doing well, I love reading your comments and opinions and I'm very grateful for the messages!!

#DW report #personal #doctor who #I can't believe they regenerated the master into a hot middle aged woman in victorian clothes are you kidding me!! this was for me #I need to cosplay as her I have to make irresponsible financial choices right now I have to support women's wrongs #they should have let them kiss as Ten and John Simm too but I'll take this #their relationship couldn't be any worse it's amazing I love it #and apparently Missy has a whole audio series about her? I have to get my hands on it #also unrelated but does anyone know how to reduce swelling of lymph nodes!! I look very strange and I will have pictures taken soon 😭#I can't get a dr appointment before mid december uueuweu

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sheloveshp · 10 months

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Heartbreak - Hermione G.

(pt.1)

Hermione Granger x fem!reader

summary: how you and Hermione grangers relationship came to be about before it all came crashing down before you knew.

a/n: light smut/ multiple chapt prob./ felt like this was all over the place ngl :( also not proofread. pls send requests.

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Hermione and you are no Strangers to each other.

You and Hermione were often at eachothers necks, bickering and fighting. Some days are better, some days are worst. You and her didn’t want to admit it but after a few months, you began enjoying eachothers presence. Laughing together in class to taking her away from the yule ball to get some fresh air, after she got stood up.

Personally, you never had any problem with her parents being non sorcerers. Even when you talked you referred to them as non-sorcerers and not “muggles” or any sort of slur. Hermione noticed this and knew this was coming from a good place and wasn’t superficial.

After it has been going rather well between you it went downhill. Or so you thought…

One afternoon that built up anger that Hermione always seems to have stored up was about to explode. You and her were arguing over something so unnecessary that you took it outside the great hall. And thankfully you did.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid y/n!” Hermione said walking out of the great hall huffing and puffing.

“Me? Stupid? Are you even listening to yourself Hermione?!” You followed right after her and slammed her against the nearest wall, Hermione slightly grunting. “Yes! You’re stupid and I can’t believe you actually did that!” She yelled slapping your chest softly.

what happened?

As usual you were partnered up with Hermione, working on a project in class. When a Slytherin came up to you to “warn you“ about working with muggles. While Hermione was quiet, ate her anger up and left. You went and embarrassed that Slytherin in front of the whole class. Even turned her into a ferret for a minute.

When Hermione found out that you had her back she was confused. Firstly, why is this hot feeling spreading in her chest while thinking about you standing up for her?

Secondly, why would you want to risk your status in Slytherin for her? When this all goes bad and they start to bully you then you’ll be the one that gets hurt. Hermione didn’t want this and while she was just a Gryffindor, the Slytherins are your people. You’ll be the one that has to stick to them for the next years.

You took her hands into yours while she was holding back tears to help her ground herself again.

“Why do you always let people walk over you like this Mione?” You talked in a whisper now because you were genuinely curious. Hermione looked into your eyes and thought about how for the past year you were the one that had her back, always. You were such a strong character yet still so calming to her. This balance is what she needs in life. She needs you. Now.

Hermione Granger crashed her lips onto yours. Although, at any given moment a teacher or a student can walk by and witness this Hermione felt so safe. This is a feeling she never really had here in Hogwarts. She never felt at peace here.

And if you didn’t reciprocate any good feelings she might have towards you, she probably won’t be okay but at least she has had this moment.

Finally, you came to a realization as to what is happening. Should you really do this. A mud blood Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Was this okay? At this moment, you just went for it, cupped her cheeks and went for a deeper kiss.

Hermione pulled away to catch her breath. “I hope this is okay, y/n.” she breathed out.

Fuck it.

“Do you want to come up to my room, love?” You said as you bite her earlobe and breathed onto her neck almost intoxicated by her perfume.

“Yes.” Hermione said, leaning into you like a shy girl and biting down on her smiling lips. You took her hand and made a run to your room since everyone is at dinner. Thankfully, Slytherins didn’t share their room with anyone.

Once you smuggled her into your room, Hermione left all that frustration she has out on you. Throwing you down on your bed, she started to kiss down your lips and moved downwards.

Knowing where this was going you tried to grab your wand out from your bedside table to lock the door and soundproof it.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked confused as she looked up from leaving hickeys all over your neck.

„Yes, sweetheart i just want you to be the only one to hear me.“ You spoke a few spells while Hermione took of your clothes.

„Miss Granger isn’t as nice as they say she is.“

„You’ll see how nice I really am once I really get started with you.” she almost growled while sucking on your tits.

It felt really nice to have Hermione being this open towards you and being comfortable enough to show you this side of her. There were many sides of her and you wanted to get to know them all.

Keeping eachother up the whole night, both of you were snuggled up in bed. Thankfully it was a Saturday morning, so both of you had nowhere to be right now.

Before you dozed off, you kept thinking about how beautiful Hermione is and that there is no way you’re going to let her go and have this be a one time thing.

You liked her and having her sleep so peaceful in your arms, must be a dream come true.

That was until your dream, became known to spectators that were not fond of your bond.

#hp x reader #hermione x reader #ron x reader #harry potter x reader #draco x reader #ron weasley x reader #Hermione #Hermione Granger #Hermione Granger x Reader #Hermione fluff #hermione smut #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger smut #hermione granger imagine #harry potter universe #harry potter imagine

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dear xx univeristy application office,

Listen, I know I've been rejected and this personal statement is not going to mean anything. But I feel like writing it, as a reflection of the past few months.

With what happened in middle school, I got diagnosed with depression and anxiety and transferred schools. I started dating a friend but broke up shortly after. One day he jumped from our school building and passed away (he had bipolar), it felt like a slap across my face and from then on, I gave up on myself.

I stopped showing up to class consistently and socializing. Until one day in Form 6, I realized, I didn't understand any of the things my teachers were saying in class and I would have my IB exams in less than a year. I couldn't catch up, I couldn't do it. Again, I was impulsive and have always been so I decided to just quit IB and start A-Levels. Fast forward a few months, I found out that I still couldn't do it, because of my mental health, I couldn't pull through, and in the midst of it, my grandpa passed away. These all piled up on me again and I had to quit, again. I took one A-Level and IELTS and decided to apply for associate degree programs. I chose translation originally because I am fluent in both English and Chinese and I have always wanted to do something related to languages. However, something shifted in me one day, I applied to the same colleges but instead, in Psychology.

I went through what I would call "hell" in those 5-6 years in secondary, I struggled every day with mental health, with depression, with anxiety, and I wanted to do something in the future that could help kids like me. In fact, XX College gave me a conditional offer but unfortunately, my academic qualifications did not meet their requirements (probably because I didn't graduate from a secondary school) just like how I didn't meet your requirements and am not what you wanted. Fortunately, my current College accepted me for my qualifications and there I started my tertiary education.

The school year started off great and strong. I was attending classes every day, socializing with my classmates, handing in assignments, all these things I NEVER managed to do consistently in high school.

My family and friends were shocked about the transformation. I was actually working hard in school.

Hey, I know a 3.26 GPA might have not been the best and you were probably expecting something higher, but that wasn't what mattered, what mattered was, I changed. I started taking my academics seriously, even through hard days, when I felt tired and depressed (occasionally), I showed up to class and did my work, and I made friends, which again, was shocking considering I developed social anxiety after I was bullied in high school for my ex-boyfriends' suicide.

However, my anxiety got worse near the end of the first semester and I had to postpone my final requirements, nonetheless, I finished them at the start of semester B.

I don't know what went wrong from there, but it was obvious that my mental health was getting bad again because I wasn't showing up to class and I wasn't paying attention in class. Though I was still handing in assignments and working hard on them, I wasn't showing up to class consistently. I only acknowledged the decline of my mental health at the start of March, when I started isolating myself again and stopped talking to my mom, who has always been my best friend. Fast forward to my second mid-term test, I thought I would feel less pressured after finishing it, but nope, it only went downhill from there. I didn't show up to class for 2 consecutive weeks. My mom was asking me if I was okay, and my friends were asking me why I wasn't showing up to class. I repeatedly reassured them I was fine, I just needed some time off for myself, but in reality, I was only trying to reassure myself that I was fine because I refused to admit that I was having a relapse. I didn't want to accept it, I was doing so fine for so long, I was getting so much better, and everyone was praising me for it, what could go wrong? Well, reality sucks, and sometimes, depression creeps its way back into your life with no apparent reason.

April was when things got really bad, depression was presenting itself in physical ways. I caught a cold, and it got better after 3 days, but then I had abdominal pain, which escalated to stomachache. It was one of the worst physical pain I have ever felt in my life, I had a low fever and I could not stand up, my mom wanted to call the ambulance and get me to the hospital but I refused because I knew I had to wait to see the doctor and my pain would just worsen. I saw a doctor the next day and he informed me that it was gastroenteritis. I had to stay home for a few days because I was still in some level of pain. I was forced to put down my academics for a while. Aphthous ulcer found its way to my mouth later (and I actually still do have it at the current moment), and now I can't even have a proper meal without being in pain.

The physical symptoms weren't the worst part. Do you know that feeling of working on an assignment one day in an empty room in the school library on a Saturday afternoon, listening to jazz and making good progress, and all of a sudden you stared at a blank wall and started bawling your eyes out? That's what happened to me. I experienced that consecutively for a week. Just completely random moments in life, you were feeling fine the last second, and the next, you were crying for your dear life.

I was in the shower once and suicidal thoughts consumed my mind, I was bombarded with all the ways I could end my life, jumping off a building, hanging myself, cutting myself, etc. I felt despairful, worthless, exhausted, all the worst emotions you could possibly think of, and was just ready. Ready for me to leave because I had no worth, I wasn't showing up to class and it was reflected in my grades. I mustered up the strength to call in my mom because for a split second there I still wanted to hold on, I didn't want to give up just quite yet.

All these were happening, because I had so much pressure on my shoulders, that I imposed on myself, to get a high GPA, to get into a prestigious university in my city, to get into XX Univeristy. I didn't want to spend 2 years in community college and wanted to ascend to university as fast as I could.

I received your university's rejection yesterday, and let me tell you, yesterday was an awful day. To start with, rains flooded the streets near my school campus, even under an umbrella I was drenched, from head to bottom. I arrived on campus completely soaked, with water in my shoes. At that point, I was already depressed (bad weather could seriously affect your mood), nonetheless, I told myself "It was a bad experience, but that will not dictate your day, you still have a full day ahead of you", so I mustered a smile on my face and went straight to class. I was chatting with friends as it was the last class and we were all just doing revisions. I went to the library shortly after.

I wasn't as productive as I wanted to be because 1) I wasn't motivated and 2) Depression can really interfere with your daily life functioning, for example, doing work. I didn't get as much done as I wanted to so I decided, maybe it was time to go home.

I took the train, I bought myself dinner, I grabbed the mail, I went home. I sat down, with my dinner in front of me, and opened up the application portal on my laptop.

The word "unsuccessful" was under my application status and into my eyes.

I kid you not, I felt like my life had ended right there. Everything that I had worked so hard for, all the pressure I had imposed on myself to get a high GPA, to get into a prestigious university, and the high hopes that I had, all faded in one single moment.

I called my mom screaming and crying, shouting into the phone about how miserable I was, I was in so much pain. I couldn't think straight and my mom reassured me that she was on her way home. She arrived, grabbed a chair, and sat next to me.

Essentially our conversation went on for about 45 minutes, and I remember distinctly, one of the things she said was, "So? That's it?". It was a wake-up call for me.

All this time, the amount of pressure I've put on myself, the sleepless nights I've had to experience, the physical symptoms, the mental symptoms, etc. All because of one number that I ignorantly thought would dictate my future. I lost sight of what I originally did this for. In working towards getting into university to get a degree where I could help people, I ironically forgot to help myself. I lost sight of what was important in the current moment, my priority is not yet to help others struggling with mental health, it's me, I'm struggling with my mental health, I am my priority. I neglected my mental health and what I truly needed, it wasn't grades, it was self-love. Caring for myself, listening to my needs, attending to myself, and acknowledging that I was struggling.

It's okay to relapse. It's okay to know that you need help. It's okay that you're depressed again even if you thought you didn't have depression anymore. It's okay that it's near finals season but you're mentally struggling, maybe you need to postpone again, and that's okay. Do you know why? Because we're humans, and it's okay to not be okay.

All these years of struggling, I haven't done much with my life and I desperately wanted to prove to myself and everyone else, that for once, I could do something, I am capable of something. I wanted to get into a university, a prestigious one, the top in my city, to redeem myself. Because my sister got into a good university, and my friends from high school got into good universities. I NEED to prove to people that I am not dumber than them, just because I wasted a few years in secondary school doesn't mean I am less smart than them. I can still get into university.

I am just as good. Not because of good grades or whether I am in a good university or not though. I am a good person because I have a good heart, I care for everyone around me deeply and I'm always there for them even if I'm struggling. I am a good person because I have a passion, I want to work hard to achieve my passion and help people professionally. I am a good person because I have hobbies, I have things I enjoy doing and I do my best to advance my skills, and to work hard to achieve small goals in life.

I am a good person because I haven't given up on myself yet. 6 years of depression and anxiety, and countless times standing on a ledge, wanting to jump but convincing myself not to.

Because my ultimate goal in life is to be happy, I know there will be bad days and bad experiences, some days might feel like the end of the world (just like yesterday), but some would feel like I'm floating on cloud 9. That doesn't equal a bad life. And I'm learning to accept that.

I want to be surrounded by people I love, loving them back in the same way so they know they're not alone because they were there for me when I was at my lowest. I am the happiest when I'm loving, I'm giving, and when I'm learning. Psychology is something I'm passionate about, not the GPA system. What I should do in the current moment is to learn, enjoy the process, and work hard to show my teachers, and myself, that I have done my best with what I've learned.

Thank you for your rejection. Your wake-up call. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have realized what I was doing wrong this whole time and I probably would've stayed in that same position for a while. I'm taking it day by day now, and I'm getting better, and that's what truly matters.

My deepest gratitude for reviewing my application and considering it. Also for reading this if you have.

Thank you, I truly, deeply, appreciate it.

Warmest regards

#university #rejection #college #psychology #letters #poetry

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to-thelakes · 1 month

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tear in my heart (1)

pairing; frank castle x fem!reader

series summary; when you start on anti-depressants, you didn’t expect to be forced on a roadtrip with the punisher but life never really went how you wanted it to.

series warnings; slow-burn, discussion of depression and reader being on medication, angst, fluff, strangers to reluctant friends to friends to lovers, reader sleeps a lot, reader is emotionally all over the place, frank is his usual self

warnings for this part; description of a fight, reader is a little hungover, mentions of a night-out/drinking alcohol, strong language, men being creepy (not matt or frank)

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If you were completely honest with yourself, you don’t know why you had come into work. You were exhausted. You had only started the anti-depressants two days ago and you were exhausted. Also, you had a tiny hangover. You weren’t really supposed to drink on your meds but you never really listened to what anyone else said. You were regretting it now that you had a pounding headache and were stuck on shift until closing.

Going out had meant to be just some fun. You weren’t gonna drink but then these attractive men came up to you and they were buying you drinks and you didn’t know how to say no. The night had gone downhill from there but thankfully your roommate had helped you into bed when you returned back to your shared apartment.

It should have been a night that you regretted but didn’t have to think about again. Or at least that’s what you had hoped but as you walked through the bookstore, you heard the bell ding.

The bookshop you worked in was only a few blocks from your apartment. You had worked there long enough to know all the regulars and they knew you. It paid well considering and the owner loved you. He loved to tease you about anything and everything and his smile was one that brought you so much comfort. It reminded you of your dad’s smile even when your dad was halfway across the country, out of reach.

Despite all this, when you glanced up from where you were stocking books on the shelf, you saw a newcomer - not a regular - as he meandered down one of the aisles, blurry images of the previous night started to come back to you.

He hadn’t immediately spotted you but he would any minute and you knew his face. It was one of the men that you had been drinking with last night and you felt your heart thumping in your chest. It had to be a coincidence that they were here. You tried not to think too much as you continued stocking up the YA section.

The man had been the one that had initially approached you the previous night. He had been charming and suave. He had made you feel special and so even when you were hesitant at the start, you settled into his presence quite comfortably. And when he had asked for you to join him at the table with his friends, you found it hard to say no. He had been so kind. It was rare to find someone so openly charming and endearing without being overly sexual but he was and you had joined it.

Which as it turned out, was a bad idea. It turned out - according to Matt - that in your drunken state, you had managed to find yourself wedged between criminals. Criminals that were part of a drug ring that Matt had been trying to take down for months. Of course, Matt had only told you this once he had demanded that you get away from them and made an embarrassment of you.

But this man being at the bookstore had to be a coincidence. It didn’t make sense for him to be looking for you but that anxious thought lingered in your mind as you crushed the cardboard box you had just emptied. Your feet carried you towards the door into the back until there was a hand on your upper arm. Whoever it was, forced you to turn around and you came face-to-face with the man from the bar.

“Hi, is there anything I can help you with?” You asked, putting on your customer service voice and smile as you tried to pull yourself away from his grip. But it was strong, bruising and you could feel his blunt nails digging into your skin through your uniform.

“I just wanted to ask you a few questions,” The man responded, a charming smile spreading across his face. But now you could see right through it. In your drunken state, he had seemed so kind but now his charm was more predatory. It was a leer and you shoved your arm out of his grip, stepping away from him.

“Of course, just give me a minute. I need to dispose of this box in the back,” You retorted. The man narrowed his eyes and he opened his mouth but you had rushed into the back before he had a chance to deny you the opportunity. You slammed the door behind you, heart thumping in your chest and your boss appeared. Those usual kind blue eyes looked back at you and his bushy brown eyebrows pulled down, concern etched across his soft features.

“Another bad date coming to find you?” Your boss asked, a teasing smile on his face. You shook your head, heart thundering in your chest.

“No, I need to-” You cut yourself off not sure how to even begin and explain yourself. So, instead, you just said, “Can I call someone?” Your boss nodded and he watched as you rushed over to your bag, pulling your mobile from your pocket. In seconds, you shoved it up to your ear, calling Matt. You just prayed that he answered.

Your boss watched you for a moment before he decided to give you privacy and he went back to sorting through the new stock that had been delivered earlier that morning. Your eyes stayed closed as you waited for Matt to answer, foot nervously tapping and hand pressed against your head.

“Hey, aren’t you at work?” Matt’s voice filled your ears and the anxiety that was ready to boil over subsided a little. Matt would keep you safe.

“The guy from the bar. He’s here. He said he wanted to ask me some questions. I don’t know what to do. I think they’re going to-” You were panicking and rambling and Matt could recognise that tone anywhere which is why he promptly cut you off.

“Hey, calm down. Are you at work?” He asked, his voice was stern but calm. The fact that he wasn’t freaking out calmed you down and you let out a hum of ‘yeah’. You heard movement on the other end of the phone before Matt sighed, “Is there a way you could get out of the store without him seeing you?” You glanced over at your boss who was still sorting the new stock.

“I can’t leave, I’m on till closing and Lacey’s on shift but she’s still new,” You mumbled. Matt scoffed on the other end and you glanced at your boss who was now cocking an eyebrow at your words. You waved your hand dismissively, forcing a smile onto your lips before you turned your back to him. Making your boss worry was the last thing that you needed right now. He was already too kind to you and this was just something else you didn’t need.

“Listen, if he’s at the store, it’s not a social call. You need to get out before you get hurt,” Matt retorted, “I’ll send Karen to cover for you if that’s the problem.” Matt sounded frustrated and you glanced back at your boss before you sighed. You didn’t even know what to think. It had barely been two hours on shift and you didn’t want to disappoint your boss but Matt was right.

“I’ll work something out. I’ll text you when I’m home,” You decided. Matt let out a sigh of relief and you both said your goodbyes. As soon as you hung up your phone and put it back in your bag, your boss was looking at you expectedly. It was obvious to him that something was wrong and he wasn’t going to let you get away with not telling him. It had always be like that with him. He wanted to know his employees were okay.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to tell me what that was about?” He asked as he gestured vaguely towards your bag. You sighed and ran your hands across your face before letting your shoulders drop.

“Something happened,” You began, not entirely sure how to word it. You didn’t want to worry him but you knew that you needed to give him something so that he would let you get the hell out of the store, “I saw someone at the bar last night and I pissed them off. I was drunk and now they’ve found me here and they’re really not happy with me and they’re not good people,” You were trying to be subtle but the way your boss’ face dropped told you that he understood, “I can’t deal with it. I’m tired and I need to talk to the police about the incident anyway. It’s just-” You were rambling again and you were glad when your boss cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t give me these excuses, just go,” He retorted, a wry smile on his lips, “Lacey can cover for you. It’ll give her a chance to prove herself.” Your boss winked and you chuckled softly at the man before you nodded your head. You grabbed your bag and pulled it over your shoulder, taking a deep breath. You walked up to him and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged you back, “Go get some sleep, okay?” He requested. You nodded and pulled back.

“I’m gonna head out the back, thank you, so much. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it!” You were smiling ear-to-ear and your boss simply waved his hand dismissively. You then rushed out of the backdoor and into the alleyway. You checked left and right before you rushed back to your apartment. The walk wasn’t far, a few blocks, and you were able to keep mostly to alleyways that were lit by the midday sun. You were safe from that man.

And thankfully, you were soon back in the comfort of your apartment. The whole place was still clean. After you had woken up, you cleared everything up before you headed out to work. Your roommate left before you more times than not and so you always wanted to leave the apartment clean for when she got home off shift.

The cleanliness meant that you didn’t have to worry about anything. Instead, you locked your front door and put your keys and bag on the side before you went over to your bedroom.

The adrenaline from the brief encounter was starting to dip now you were in the safety of your apartment and the exhaustion caused by your medication seeped right back in again. You grabbed your phone and texted Matt that you were home safe before you got into bed. You only managed to get your uniform off and replaced with a hoodie before you were snuggled up asleep in bed. You really were exhausted.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of knocking against your fire escape. Your eyes blinked open, squinting across the room and quickly realizing that it had gotten dark. You had no idea how long you’d been asleep but you guessed it must have been at least eight hours since the sun had set.

You heard knocking against your window again before you let out a disgruntled noise. A soft huff escaped your lips as you reluctantly slipped off the bed and pattered over to the fire escape. You grabbed some shorts on the way over, realizing that you were only in a hoodie and underwear. Matt couldn’t see you but you wanted to at least look somewhat presentable.

Matt’s frame was blocking out the moonlight but you could see that he was in his Daredevil suit. His shoulders were pulled taut but he seemed to relax slightly when he heard you moving around. You grabbed onto the edge of the window and shoved it up with all of your strength, a grunt escaping your lips from the effort.

“Hi,” You mumbled. Your voice was a little scratchy and it was obvious that you had just woken up as you stepped back, pulling the shorts on as you went. You rubbed the crusties from the corners of your eyes as he stepped through into your bedroom and you crossed back over to your bed. You didn’t feel any less tired. The antidepressants were really doing a number on you and you wanted to be awake and alert but there was a cloud of tiredness hanging above your head.

“Hey, was everything okay at work?” Matt asked as he pushed the window down to stop the cold night air blowing through. You nodded your head in response, pulling the covers around yourself as you curled up against the headboard. You really wanted to go back to sleep but you knew that you had to deal with this conversation first.

“Boss gave me the time off,” You muttered. Matt nodded his head and his head suddenly twitched to the side. His face pulled down into a frown but he refocused on you when he realized you had begun speaking, “He loves me too much for his own good and it’s really annoying that he had to come in. I needed that money but no, that just isn’t important, isn’t it?” You muttered bitterly. Matt’s eyebrows furrowed at your ranting and you looked up at him, “What do they even think I know? Why would they want to speak to me?” Matt shrugged his shoulders in response. He didn’t entirely know either but it was his mission for the night to figure it out.

He hadn’t had a chance to listen to their operations between the previous night and now. Otherwise, he would have warned you sooner and he would have told you to stay at home; he would have done a lot more. You sighed and rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hands again.

“I’m so tired,” You muttered. Matt frowned as he looked back in your direction. You couldn’t see where he was really looking because of the red lenses of his helmet but you assumed he was looking at you.

“The new meds?” He asked. You nodded in response. He could tell that they were having an effect, physiological. It was weird but something seemed different about how your body functioned. He had noticed it over the past few days but he felt weird commenting on it, “How long have you slept?” You shrugged.

“A few minutes after I text you until when you knocked,” You retorted. Matt nodded and suddenly his head twitched the side but before he could say anything, your bedroom door opened. Your roommate was standing in the doorway and she stared at you in the gloom of the room before her gaze moved to Matt who hadn’t made it out of sight before he had already been spotted.

Quinn - your roommate - just stared at Matt for a moment. Her jaw had dropped slightly, frozen in place as she took in the sight of The Daredevil in her apartment, in her roommate’s room. Quinn had no idea what to say. Her eyes narrowed before she looked at you. Your face had dropped, unsure what the hell to say to this scenario. You could probably make something up but right now, in your sleepy haze, you had absolutely nothing that you could come up with.

“I always knew you were into some weird shit,” Quinn stated before she shook her head disbelievingly and glanced behind her towards the front door of the apartment, “There’s some guy here for you?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you glanced at Matt but he spoke before you had a chance.

“Tell him to leave,” His voice sounded different. He had made it deeper, trying to be more intimidating. You glanced between him and your roommate and she simply nodded her head and walked off to the front door, too confused and tired to even question why Daredevil was in her roommate’s room. You shot up from the bed and closed your bedroom door but before you could say anything to Matt, his face fell.

Panic suddenly spread across his face and he pulled the bedroom door back open. You both came face-to-face with one of the men from the previous night. The man’s face twisted in annoyance at the sight of Daredevil and you stepped back into the bedroom. You didn’t know what to do and Matt took the lead, throwing the first punch.

You had seen Matt fight more than once but you had never been this close to it. You took another step back as Matt managed to land another punch. But the man was getting his fair share of hits and the two moved into the main room of your apartment.

Your gaze flicked off of them to your roommate - Quinn. Her head was bleeding and she looked dazed as she lifted her head up. Her eyelids were hanging heavy and you glanced from her to Matt.

He was fine. You knew he’d be fine so you made a break for it across the room but before you could get to Quinn, the man grabbed your arm. He threw you into the wall by your bedroom door and your head smacked harshly against it, paint chipping off the wall. You cried out in pain, cradling your head as Matt grabbed onto the man and the pair crashed through the dining room table.

From across the room, Quinn whimpered as she watched Matt and the man in horror. The table crumbled beneath the two heavy bodies and you flicked your gaze away from the table to Quinn. You had to protect her even if your head was throbbing in pain. She hadn’t signed up for any of this and it was your fault. It was your fault this was happening. So, while the man seemed to be occupied exchanging punches, you made a break across the room again.

But, the universe really wasn’t on your side, because as you stood up. The man had kicked Matt off and turned his sight on you, grabbing you. He yanked your hair back and you cried out as you lost your balance, falling on your ass. The man didn’t get another opportunity to hurt you though because Matt had wrapped his arm around the man’s throat, cutting off his airway.

You glanced back at Matt before crawling to Quinn. The woman was clearly dazed. Her gaze not quite focusing as you cupped her face, kneeling in front of her.

“Are you okay? Hey, Quinn? Look at me,” You mumbled out quickly. Quinn’s gaze slowly moved away from Matt - who had successfully forced the man to pass out - to you. You smiled softly, reaching out to check her face for wounds. There was just a cut across her forehead.

“What- Who- What just happened?” Quinn asked softly. Matt walked over, lingering over the top of the pair of you.

“You both need to get out of here,” Matt said before you got a chance to answer any of Quinn’s questions. His voice had dropped an octave again, doing his best to disguise his identity. You looked up at him, face crumpled.

“I don’t know where to go,” You stuttered out. He gave you a look and you quickly realized what that meant which quashed any fears that you had of suddenly being homeless.

“I can go to my sister’s,” Quinn said suddenly. You looked down at her, a frown spread across your face, “They’re not after me, right?” You shook your head.

“They’re after me. You’ll be safe, you just can’t be here,” you explained. Quinn sighed and she seemed to have come back to earth, no longer dazed by the fight that they had just witnessed. A hand ran through her hair and she nodded.

“I’ll grab a bag and head out. What are we gonna do about him?” Quinn asked, gesturing towards the man that was knocked out on the floor. Matt glanced at you and then at Quinn before he went back to the man.

“He’ll sort himself out,” Matt said. You nodded and then the three of you got into gear. You probably had a few minutes before the man came back to life and so, you packed a bag and Matt led the both of you out. Quinn was looking at the two of you strangely, as if she knew that it wasn't a coincidence that you happened to know Daredevil. It was like she knew something or wanted to ask something but she wasn’t saying a word.

When she got into a taxi, you both said bye and hugged each other before she disappeared. You then looked at Matt who had a frown on his face. He didn’t seem happy with anything that had happened tonight but he couldn’t really do anything about it. You were in danger and he had to try and do something to help you.

“Go to my place. I’ll be back later,” Matt said, not saying anything more than that. You stared at him, sighing before you nodded. He then disappeared up onto a rooftop while you headed down the block to his apartment. It wasn’t the first time you had gone to his apartment, you had been there more than once. He was one of your best friends but it still felt strange to be there without him or Foggy. The apartment building was eerily silent and when you unlocked the door with the spare key, the whole place felt unsafe.

But you knew that you were safe. You were at Matt’s place, you were safe. So, you locked the door and headed over to the sofa. You dropped your bag and took out the pill box, placing it on the coffee table. Your vitamins were in there, your tablets were in there. It was fine. You had been paranoid about forgetting them but you had them and you were safe.

You were just fine.

And so you curled up on the sofa and waited for Matt to come back.

Frank Castle was a fairly patient man but sitting on the roof waiting for Red was the last thing he wanted to be doing with his Saturday night. The two of them had places to be and shit to do. Yet, he was pissing about and leaving Frank in the freezing cold. To say that he was annoyed would be an understatement. He was ready to pummel Matt by the time that the masked man appeared on the rooftop. He looked roughed up already and that made Frank’s jaw tick.

“What time do ya call this, huh?” Frank snapped as he glanced over at the man. Matt scoffed as he walked over to Frank, perching beside him.

“I had something to deal with,” Matt stated bluntly. Frank scoffed and glanced around the city.

“We had a deal. I help you with this and I don’t pummel you. You’re making that real hard, Red,” Frank retorted as he glanced at Matt. Matt turned to look at him, clearly unimpressed by Frank’s frustration. Though, he hadn’t been in the freezing cold for the past hour alone.

“Why didn’t you just leave?” Matt asked. Frank looked at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question.

“I finish the business, I start. Now, where are these assholes?” Frank asked, not wanting to talk to him anymore than absolutely necessary. The next morning he planned on getting the hell out of town so he needed this done, tonight. And if he got his way, it would be.

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#frank castle #matt murdock #frank castle fic #reader-insert #frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #the punisher fluff #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #frank castle x female reader #reader insert #the punisher

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baewriites · 8 months

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Eyes don't lie [ Nanami x Fem! reader]

Nanami was the type of guy who takes "see every women as your sister" too seriously. So this world of romance was too new to him. He couldn't even understand his own heart. Why did it suddenly start beating faster when he saw you, doing the most mundane activities. His grumpy ass knew you since high school as you were his classmate and frankly the duo of Haibara and You were enough to earn glares from him and he could swear that he didn't have any sort of emotions towards you. But ever since he returned to Jujutsu High, you have been making him feel like a teenage girl in love. The old young immature hyper girl has turned to a more gentler mature woman, Haibara's death changing you two drastically.

You were making coffee, in the empty cafeteria, unknown to the green eyes that were following your figure. The machine's sound disappeared into the background as you zoned out. But as it was about to overflow, you felt a hand turn it off and it was Nanami's. Your eyes widened and you slightly bowed muttering thank yous. The reason the structured Y/n was so messy today was because your old friend, Haibara visited you in your dreams.

You sit down on the sofa and drink your coffee when Nanami sits down next to you, a little closer given all the space left on the sofa. You decide to initiate a conversation but as you looked at his face, you felt something magnetic. His eyes.... It wasn't the usual expression he carried on his face. His small eyes looked relaxed as it stared into yours, a small smile on his lips, the difference between his and your face just a few inches. The silence seemed non existent as everything was told in those eyes. His eyes communicated everything his lips couldn't. Of course that moment had to be ruined by Gojo who cooed teasing you two sitting in front of you, earning two strong glares from the opposite couch.

You were sitting at the couch of Nanami's minimalistic house as he mumbled scoldings as you were injured after a mission that you two were assigned together. All you could make out was ;

"Why are you so careless? Don't you think about the risks you're taking? You always put yourself in danger without thinking! Don't you realize how much you worry me? Why can't you act like a responsible adult? You're like a child, always needing me to rescue you! How can I trust you to protect yourself if you can't even avoid such situations!"

He scolded you while treating the injuries of your torso but as he looked up to see your face, he saw a small pout which melted the man. The world froze for a second as his eyes and your eyes met. The same attraction, a lil heavy breathing which was then again broken by the annoying Gojo Satoru, this time unknowingly as he called you on your phone. Nanami cleared his throat and went to his kitchen to prepare a herbal drink for me as you talked to a concerned Gojo.

You two never thought you two would become so close that you were drinking at his rooftop, stargazing as he sat next to you, the sides of your faces close. Drunken you decides to bring up, "You know I miss Haibara sometimes."

All you hear is a long sigh followed by, " He was the reason I left Jujutsu"

"And why did you return back?"

"I don't know. A sorcerer was meant to protect others. Work was shit too so maybe save others life you know."

"I see. Everything really went downhill after Haibara left us."

"Hmm Geto turned evil, everyone changed a lot, even you.."

"Me? I changed?"

"You don't smile that much anymore. You are more quiet and gentle now compared to the old rowdy y/n I used to know."

"I see. But you know I see Haibara in Itadori"

He lets out a chuckle, "They both have that innocent glint in their eyes, so jolly in this dull world"

A small smile appeared on your lips as the wind blowed, "I think Haibara would like us to remember him as a pleasant memory rather than the way we do him now. Only if he was with us right now."

He suddenly stood up and went to the edge, you sat there, confused to what he was doing. You were about to speak up but suddenly he turned around, his face highlighted from the moon's light making your heart skip a beat. You hear : "Itadori's birthday is coming, wanna arrange a surprise party for him?"

March 20, around 4:56, both of you decorating your apartment for the surprise party for Itadori. You were on the ladder, putting the ornaments, unaware to the slightly moving ladder, putting your life at risk if it moved again. And that was it, you lost control and was about to fall but you felt two strong arms hold you. Your heartbeat was rapid, blood flowing to the cheeks as he let you down. To diffuse the situation, you ask him, "The cake Nanami?" "Gojo will bring it." "Oh okay." You mentally slap yourself before asking him another question. His back was facing you as he worked. You take a deep breath before asking him, "So you got a girl?...." He stopped in his tracks and your heart stopped as soon as he turned. He lowered himself to your face and said, "Are you dumb? Just look at my eyes and you will know." Then he again returned to decorating like nothing happened.

The party happened, everyone was happy and it was so joyous, looking at Itadori made you a bit emotional.

Everyone left, only Nanami remaining back to help you. The entire process was silent and before exiting your apartment, he gave you a small smile without saying anything. He approached his car in the parking lot and was about to open it when he heard "NANAMIII" from his back. He turned around and saw a panting you. You then walked towards him without saying anything and just listened to your heart, you kissed him. Your hands on his cheek, cupping his red cheeks. His eyes widened and he didn't kiss back for a good second out of shock but later his hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed you back. After parting, your foreheads connected as he said the words first, "I love you, I really love you." You hug him and bury your face in his neck. All he could hear was a mumbled i love you too. His laugh echoed through the parking lot.

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#kento nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk nanami #nanami fluff #Spotify

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lookismaddict · 1 year

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I got so much positive feedback and I want to say, thank you SO MUCH for the overwhelming support for this story!!! 😭🫶🏽 Like, I’m always speechless at how a lot of people really wanted to read the last chapter and I’m just happy to have given you guys a treat. Soooo I hope you guys have fun reading this chapter too. 😘 (Sorry that this chapter is pretty long. It makes up for the amount of time I spent on it. 😉)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, masturbation, shower sex, penetration, etc.)

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Soft covers. Fluffy pillows. Comfy mattress… As if floating on a cloud, your body remained at such ease for a long period of time. Groaning in your sleep, you were starting to regain consciousness, eyes fluttering open cautiously. Your vision seemed to be blurred for a few seconds, until your view had cleared. Through your eyes, bright light was visible even during your temporary fuzzy eyesight. Nonetheless, when you've reached full perception, you already felt a heavy pang in your head, making you wince in agony. Groaning, you felt for your own forehead with your hand to rub it, in hopes of having your massive headache to subside somehow. Agh… My head… hurts… However, as you reached around to get yourself up, you noticed that you were touching something that felt very fleshy. Almost as if you were touching SOMEONE. Underneath you, you found yourself laying on… What in the…? You stared down at the muscular pecs that were cushioning your head, until your eyes slowly trailed further up, until you’ve found yourself gazing at… No way…

Instantly, your eyes locked onto Gun’s face, who seemed to have been staring at you while you were sleeping. He gave you a smirk, witnessing that you’re finally awake, before he pronounced a husky, “Morning.” One look back from Gun’s eyes was all it took for your cheeks to burn in heated embarrassment, which led you to go into a massive panic inside your head. WHY THE FUCK IS GUN HERE NEXT TO ME?! I SWEAR, WE WERE JUST AT THAT BAR AND- Shit, don’t tell me… While Gun curiously observed you, you pulled the sheets up for only a second, only to reveal that yes, the two of you were indeed naked underneath. You shrieked in surprise at the sight of his dong, which made you turn around at the speed of light, pulling the covers over your entire self in shame. W-WHY ARE WE BOTH NAKED??? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! Gun let out an entertained chuckle at your reaction to his naked body underneath the covers. In an attempt to bring you back towards him, his hand then reached over towards you and pulled the sheets up from your naked body. In response to the immediate unravel of your exposed body, you tugged back the blanket that Gun pulled away from you, then shrouded yourself in it again, ever so desperately. While holding onto the huge linen tightly, you curled up in fetal position, covering your flustered face from him.

For a moment, Gun was too poker-faced to even speak, seeing how differently you were acting now compared to how you were when the both of you copulated nastily. You reverted back to your usual self after what went down, when you were dumbed down to a submissive slave. The more that he thought about it, the more convinced he is of the idea that you were like a feline to him. A cat who's always feisty and jumpy, yet acts seductively when in heat. Just remembering what had occurred hours ago, made his morning wood throb in arousal. Damn it, not again… he thought.

"This is ridiculous…" He sighed while briefly covering his eyes then shook his head in judgement. "(Y/N), why do you have to hide from me? You look like an idiot who's trying to escape from reality, but is actually failing miserably.” Ouch, a little RIGHT ON THE NOSE THERE. Your stubbornness was surely a sight to behold as you remained in fetal position, while yelling out, “Sh-shut up and leave me alone, you pervert!” The words that left your mouth caused Gun to scoff in disbelief. “‘Pervert’? You were the one who wanted me badly. You even told me yourself…” What…? All of a sudden, you removed the blanket from over your head and turned to look back at him in doubt. “Y-you liar! I don’t believe a word you’re saying…” Gun sneered at your impudence, especially when your voice faded due to the lack of confidence in your answer from that last part. “How insulting… how could you forget? Last night, you were all over me, saying that you liked me and that I'm handsome. But now, you’re calling me a ‘liar’? You’re leaving me with no choice here…” Your ears perked up right at the moment when he mentioned that you “were all over” him, that you “liked” him, AND that he was "handsome". Confounded by his words, you pondered to yourself in pure confusion.

What is he saying? I don’t remember saying all of that. Whatever he’s saying is just… IMPOSSIBLE! How the hell could I have said that to him, when I don’t even remember any of that?! Tsk, and this unexplainable feeling of pain in my head… Is this what they call, a “hangover”…? Then that means… I must’ve been drunk… Aw, shit… what the HELL, (Y/N)??? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO FINDING THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE TO CONFESS TO HIM?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE DURING SEX, AND WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK?! UGH, AM I STUPID??? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?! WHY DID I HAVE TO LOSE MY SENSE OF DIRECTION, LIKE THAT??? I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER ANYTHING TOO!!! UGH… how could I let my own body and mind betray me…?

While lost in thoughts of frustration, your eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly grabbed onto your arm from beneath the sheets to pull you closer to himself. Lightly landing back on his chest, you withheld a sharp glare in your eyes, protesting, “What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me-” Gun was quick to act, as his lips crashed down onto yours to silence you. His hand then glided away from your arm and onto the side of your face, cupping your cheek tenderly. The kiss that he gave you was absolutely magical. The sensation of his lips brushing yours softly, and the way his tongue clashed with yours was driven with passion. You were lost in the moment, with your mind blank and your body unable to resist his hungry touch. Unaware that his other hand was on your thigh, he caressed you seductively, as his hand trailed upwards towards your aching heat. Gasping into his mouth due to his unforeseen touch onto your core, he started playing with your clit, watching your irresistible reactions. Already breathing heavy due to your heated kiss with him, you saw the corner of his mouth curved cunningly while he kissed you hungrily, staring directly into your eyes with a vexatious glint from his own. Uh-oh. You knew that look all too well, which made you thought… Damn it, what is this jerk up to this time? How can he just touch me like this, all of a sudden? For crying out loud, I just woke up! Can't he just take a breather or something? Ugh, I can't believe this pervert…

Continuously, small sighs spouted from your weak mouth, unable to resist his greedy probing. Following the sensation of his fingers trickling closer to your actual hole, you clutched onto one of his intricately decorated forearms, peering at him with a torn expression of desire and resistance. His fingers began toying with your wet slick, making sure that the movement of his fingers weren’t rushed, only rubbing your entrance back and forth. Gun beamed at you, egotistically pleased at himself for being the sole reason why you were currently at such a state where your mind was confused and conflicted with emotion. He knew how to push your buttons the right way, especially those that were meant for pleasure. Gun noticed how your breasts needed some attention as well. He decided to part his lips away from yours and release his hand from your face, leaving your needy mouth with a transparent line of mixed drool behind, as evidence of him claiming your mouth for himself. Dipping his own head towards your chest, he took your left breast into his mouth, and began to give it consecutive licks. The way his tongue alternated from encircling your areola and flicking your nipple made you whimper in bliss, resulting in him to smirk at your satisfaction at your honest responses to his tongue. Eventually, he began sucking on your soft breast, earning huffs of appeasement. Finally, Gun got you at the verge of submission, in which you didn’t expect him at all to do this next part.

Without warning, Gun released you from his grasp altogether. Your eyes then stared at him in yearning, wanting him to desperately continue his heaven-sent pleasuring for you. With urgency, you called to him asking, “Gun, why did you stop…?” Gun maintained that devious expression on his face, while he brushed the side of your face seductively. His fingers combed through your unsecured strands of hair, taking a lock of it into his hand then twirled it around his finger, displaying how sly he was for getting you wrapped around his finger so easily just now. “You still don’t understand… Do you, (Y/N)? This is your punishment for not remembering last night’s ‘special’ event. That’s why, I’m doing this… to help condition you to remember everything…” He brought your lock of hair to his own lips, kissing it while his eyes crept up towards yours in enticement. You were at a loss for words, as your face returned to a bright shade of red. You can’t seem to focus in the now, since a bunch of thoughts were scrambling through your head during that instance. Why is he being so flirty all of a sudden? I don’t understand him at all… Gun broke you from your thoughts when he asked an unusual question. “(Y/N), have you ever pleasured yourself before?” Huh…?

Feeling lost, you raised an eyebrow at him in a baffled manner. “What do you mean?” Gun chuckled at your cluelessness, releasing your lock of hair from his grasp. “I mean, have you ever touched yourself before?” Those words instantaneously caused your face to turn in a deep shade of red, leaving you to reply timidly. “Y-you mean… masturbating…?” Gun’s eyes widened a bit in surprise until his gaze remained locked onto yours, fascinated by your knowledge in such a dirty word. “Oh, so you DO know of it then? My, my. I didn’t know you had a dirty side in you, (Y/N). And all this time, I thought you were completely innocent. Well, except for last night. That’s another story…” You strongly rolled your eyes at him in contempt, as you explained to him, “No, you asshole. I just so happened to know, because of the disgusting shit that the guys at my old high school used to say while we were in gym class. They’d always be perving over girls in their gym uniform, like a bunch of gross idiots. Besides, I’m not a little kid who doesn’t know anything. You’d be surprised at the many things that I know, in which YOU DON’T.” Gun gave a cold laugh at your retort. “You always manage to get the last say, every time. No wonder I grew so fond of you. You surely are interesting, no doubt about it. Since you haven’t experienced masturbating before, then I’ll make you do it for me.” You immediately shook your head saying, “Are you out of your mind? Why would I do that?” Gun displayed a wry caricature of amusement, saying, “Like I said before, it’s your punishment. Also, can you really resist the feeling of pleasure? I doubt that you can, if you feel THIS good…”

An expression of uneasiness formed on your face, as you were about to protest once more. Nonetheless, he was too quick for you to do so. Straightaway, you felt the feeling of his fingers in between your legs, teasing you out with his sensual rubbing. A few moans left your mouth agape, as your hands returned to his arm again, gripping it in support to withstand this euphoric feeling. “Ahhh~” Gun could see your eyes starting to cloud in lust, with the way your cheeks were flushing a deep red while panting in heat. Once he saw that you were unsuccessful in your objection to refuse him, his fingers retreated from your sex, leaving you panting and now carrying the urge of wanting more of what he had to offer. With a pleased smile, he taunted, “See? What did I tell you? If you want to continue to feel good, then I suggest you do it yourself. I won't be the one doing it for you this time. After all, I AM teaching you a lesson. And besides, I’m doing this for you, you know. If your mind can’t remember what happened last night, then I have no other option, but to make your body remember instead. I know your body will. It'll always remember that sweet addictive feeling, that you just can't get enough of…" He let out a conniving titter, knowing how easily you give yourself up to him every time. "Although I did say that I’ll fuck you repeatedly until you remember, I’ll still have to punish you for the time being. So, go ahead and touch yourself. Show me how much you want me…” Gun laid on his side to get a better view of your private show for him. With his hand supporting the side of head, your eyes scanned his upper body, admiring how effortlessly attractive he was. Even with a blanket covering his lower half, he was a dastardly fine man… and you have to show this man how you decided to please yourself. While stammering to come up with words to say to him, you asked shakily, “U-um… h-how d-do I… s-start…?” Gun snickered at your bashfulness, as he said, “Oh right, you haven’t done this before. Alright, then follow the sound of my voice. You may close your eyes if you want to, and pretend that I’m not here. It's your choice.” Once he saw you nod your head, he began his instructions with, “Alright, now let’s begin.” Embarrassing as it may seem, you closed your eyes then tried to follow his every command as followed…

“Now, imagine your hand as mine and try to remember the places where I would usually touch you. Relax, and just follow the sound of my voice… First, lay back onto the pillow and make yourself comfortable. And while you’re leaning back, spread your legs out, enough to give yourself access to your own body…” Beckoning to his command, you laid back on the pillow and spread your legs out, with your womanhood already quivering anxiously for his next step. “Next, you can begin by choosing whichever part you want to focus on. I would suggest starting at the spot that gives you more pleasure. That way, the feeling would build up as you stimulate it continuously.” You thought about it for a second, until your hand started to slide south towards your nether region. Gun jeered at your choice, which made you comment on how he was lightly making fun of you. “Hey, I can hear you, you know…” Gun smiled mischievously as he said, “Don’t mind me, I was just admiring how well you’re doing…” In your head, you imagined yourself rolling your eyes at him. If only your eyes weren’t closed at that moment, then you would've showed him how much you despised him at that very moment. “Since your hand is now on your private part, then start feeling for your clit. It’s located at the front part of your entrance. You’ll feel it right away, even if your fingers barely brushed against it. It’s one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. If you’re wondering why, then it’s because it has a lot of nerve endings on that region. So this is your chance, (Y/N). Make sure you rub that place as much as you like. I’ll be observing how well you do so…” Already feeling how tense your body is from your own nervousness, you really felt the enormous pressure on you. Even though you visibly can't see Gun's eyes, you still felt his harrowing gaze on you from behind your eye sockets, awaiting for your lewd performance to commence. God, kill me now. This is so humiliating… I can’t believe I’m doing this! Especially, with HIM just laying there, watching me! He can be such a control freak. And you call this a "punishment"? Phfft, PLEASE! You just wanted to see me suffer like this. Annoying ass- URGH, WHAT HAS MY LIFE COME TO?!

With one deep sigh, you decided to just suck it up and just get it over with. As your fingers explored your own private, you tried to feel for that familiar spot where Gun mentioned. It didn’t take long for you to emit a distinct moan, as you found your own pleasure button. Carefully, you did anything you could that resembled Gun's touches. Gasping and moaning in the process, you found yourself experimenting with your own body. The motion of your hand rubbing to and fro onto your love button had brought out inviting "Ahhh~"'s and magnetic "Ohhh~"'s from your filthy mouth. The idea of this being a "punishment" for you, became lost and forgotten in your mind. This became a new world that has been opened up for you. You were afraid that you might get hooked by the feeling of this sinful sensation if you started pleasuring yourself. However, your mind was beginning to convince itself that, this might not be so bad at all… Meanwhile, Gun observed you in silence, as he watched you with hungry eyes that could kill for some intense touching from you. Resisting was all he could do at that point. Despite him claiming that this was your punishment, he was starting to believe that this was also his punishment as well. Was this the price that he had to pay too? For being overly obsessed with you, as your instructor? In an instant, he decided to break his silence, not wanting to think too much about it. Gun narrated in a very alluring voice, as he said temptingly, “Imagine my hand rubbing your own clit… Back and forth, just how you’ve grown to love it. I can speed it up, however and whenever you’d like. Or, I can try rubbing it in a circular motion, either clockwise or counter-clockwise. But what if I decided to put pressure on it, would that deepen the intensity of that irresistible feeling that you became so a fond of? Look at you… You’re getting a hang of it now, aren’t you? Doesn’t that feel good? Yes, that’s it, right there… You’re doing so well, my favorite student~” Gun’s attractive voice made you feel some type of way, making you abide to his every word. His portrayal of what his hands would’ve done to you, clearly assisted you on how you should properly please yourself. However, in Gun’s mind, he was going mad. Just the sight of you touching yourself made Gun’s cock stand up, causing a huge bulge to form from underneath the blanket. He inaudibly cursed at himself, feeling the intensity of his own boner throbbing against the light friction of the sheets brushing against him. He had never been THIS aroused before, especially during the morning. The sounds of your gruntled heaving didn’t help his case either, as it only fueled his desire for you even more. At this point, he had to brainstorm ways of how he can relieve this pulsating feeling of sexual desire. Suddenly, he just came up with a thorough plan…

At once, you felt his hand grasp onto you without you even noticing his hand reaching out to you. As he pulled you in towards him, your eyes shot wide open due to his hastiness. What in the hell is he doing??? Pulling you in between his legs where his phallus was standing firmly, you landed on your back with a cushioned thud on his chest. However… your body grew tense without a moment’s notice, as your ass is now pressed against his stiff private. The bright red tint of feeling hot and bothered appeared on your face again, in which you turned around to look at him interrogatively. “Okay, what the hell has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You told me to masturbate in front of you as a ‘punishment’, yet you decided to pull me closer towards you like THIS? What is wrong with y-” Sneering, he replied, “Yes, I’m aware of my own actions. You don’t need to do a recap on every little thing that I do to you… In the meantime, let’s not talk about this right now. The reason why I’m doing this is because I’ll be the one guiding you here, so be grateful.” You were about to complain with, “But-”, until he decided to cut you off again due to your dilly-dallying. “Let’s not waste anymore precious time, than what we already have. Come on, (Y/N). Where does your hand belong?” Still maintaining that embarrassed state, your hand hovered down south then stopped when it reached your quivering womanhood. Gun’s hand then swooped down towards yours and took your hand from behind. “If you want to start fingering yourself, then it should be here…”

From behind, he eyed your naughty bits as he placed your hand right onto your entrance. Still embarrassed by the way he was guiding you to do such a sinful act in front of him, your fingers grazed your private's folds, now soaking in your lewd juices due to your overwhelming arousal. You hated how Gun was making you sexually frustrated and ashamed at the same time, which made you bit the inside of your cheek. Gun noticed the way you were still hesitant, with your adorably flushed cheeks still visible on your face. The corner of his mouth curved upward into a cheeky smirk, loving the way he was making you question your own actions. That's it, he thought. He'll just have to show you personally, of how it should be done. Leaning his head closer to your ear from behind, he sent a breathy whisper, which triggered shivers down your whole body with that sultry voice of his. "If you're still hesitant, then let me demonstrate for you on how it's done. I'll teach you how to hit the good spots, if that's what you're trying to decipher for yourself~"

Slowly, he released your hand next to your hip, as he sensually trailed his fingers down your stomach, all the way south towards your anticipating sex. A soft moan emitted from your mouth, which drew a wider grin from him, delighted to get the right reaction from you. Already expecting your sweet responses to his teasing touches from just his fingertips, they grazed along your hip then onto your clit. With his heavenly skills in sexual expertise, you felt his fingers rub your clit from behind, motioning his own digits in slow circles onto your pleasure button. This made you groan in bliss, and as desperate as you were to cling onto him, your arm reached over behind you to feel for his face. The way you were holding onto the side of his cheek as he pleasured you while gradually making you go insane, gave him a sign of satisfaction at how good he was pleasing you which boosted his ego a bit more. Once again, you felt his hot breath in your ear, coaxing you intimately, "You're really enjoying this aren't you, (Y/N)? After all that lecturing in just how to touch yourself, you'd rather let ME do the job for you. Isn't that right?" He chuckled in amazement at your mewling, which made him pick up speed in his hand gestures down onto your clit. Now whimpering louder, he kissed the side of your neck in endearment, adoring those alluring sounds of yours that made his cock even more solid than before from underneath the covers. You felt his firmness poking your ass from beneath you too, which caused him to grind his hips onto you from behind while he continued to pleasure your clit. Cooing into your ear, he said, "How do you like me now, (Y/N)? Did you think that I'll just pleasure you lightly, just like that? You lazy woman… Look what you're making me do to you. Does your body want that sweet release from me now?" He laughed coldly into your ears, as it echoed in your head, intermingling with the rising buildup in your body that is now making you squirm submissively under his control. As you moaned endlessly, filling the room again with the sounds of your own enjoyment, Gun continued with his teasing to no end. "I wonder what you're thinking about right now, that your body has completely surrendered to me once again. I bet your mind has gone completely blank, because of how you're feeling right now, that you can't even think straight. However, I'm aware that your body remembers this really well. So… Are you starting to remember the events that took place last night, in this very room? Or do I still need to keep going, and help you remember?" Your eyes began to water, feeling the intensity of your nerves coiling up from within you, pulsating rapidly which indicated how close you were to cumming. Pulling his head down towards you, he gazed into your teary-eyed spheres, looking at him in need for him to help you reach your goal. He smirked at your upside-down face from beneath him, reassuring you with a, "Yes, I know. That look of desperation in your eyes is all I needed to see, to know how badly you wanted this. Now, go ahead and let go of yourself, (Y/N)…" Without warning, he switched his hands in which one resumed its job to rub your clit, while the other penetrated its fingers into you, curving upward onto your g-spot to finger you deeply. Whining while slightly arching your back onto his chest, he was clearly enjoying the sight of you losing your mind. Unable to say a word, a single syllable… hearing how your own moans would drown out the rest of your thoughts by overriding your own speech from ever speaking properly, made Gun feel a sense of familiar power. The control, and the state of having you at his mercy really made him feel like he could do anything. That energy boost, really does it for him.

"Cum for me, (Y/N). Do it, and I'll make you cum as many times as you want…" With one final cry as he bit onto your ear lightly, you convulsed with your transparent body fluids spraying everywhere onto his hands, sending strong goosebumps all over your body from how hard you just came. You collapsed onto his body from behind, leaning onto him in exhaustion. Gun sneered wickedly due to how he made you cum from his experienced hands. Retrieving his hands from both inside your cunt and from your clit, he brought the hand that was fully drenched from your juices close to his mouth, just to suck his fingers clean. Wondering what he was doing, you turned your head to your side to see him sucking on his own fingers seductively, which made you blush as you panted, still recovering from your orgasm. Gun's eyes locked with yours, smirking at the sight of you observing him. Releasing his fingers from his mouth, you watched as your own pussy juices ran down the corners of his mouth. "What is it, (Y/N)? Do I turn you on, just from cleaning my own fingers? It's your own cum that made my hands dirty, so take responsibility and help me clean my fingers." He held his other dirty hand out in front of your lips, and without having to be instructed by him, you knew exactly what to do. You took his hand and held it with both of yours, licking the fingers he used to rub your clit. Erotically, your eye contact on him remained, as you licked every fingertip that was in use. Then, you opened your mouth and surrounded his digits with your mouth, slowly having his fingers probe into your salivating entrance. You took his fingers deep, all the way down to his knuckles, which made him groan sexily at the way you took them into your mouth. Sucking onto them carnally, your tongue swiveled and surrounded his fingers, making sure they have been purified and cleaned with your own saliva from the naughty fluid that was coating his fingers previously. Gun's eyes narrowed at the view that he was witnessing right in front of him. God, you were stunning. How can you make him so turned on like that, with only just sucking his fingers clean? Is this really how his morning was starting off? Lewd, erotic, sensual… he loved it all. The promiscuity radiating from both of you so early in the day, felt like a dirty dream to him. The raunchiness was so overwhelming, that it really did made his dick harden in desire. Already, his cock was throbbing for some attention and he needed to take care of it now. Shit, he can't take it anymore. "Tch, screw this… (Y/N), let go and get off of me."

Surprised by his sudden change of attitude, you released his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand go altogether. Slowly you got off of his body and sat beside him on the bed, sitting on your knees, awaiting curiously for what he had to do or say. With a swift pull of the bed sheets off from his shrouded body, he revealed his dick that was already stiff for some pleasing. Your eyes were now fixed at his hardness, which made you consciously cross your legs, due to how aroused you got again just from the sight of his phallus. With one dominant command, he issued you to, "Come here, and pleasure me with that dirty little mouth of yours." Obeying his will, you crawled over in between his legs and took his cock in your hand without hesitation. You didn't question yourself at how quick you acted at all. For some reason, you just felt that it was RIGHT to do this. This familiar, yet unfamiliar act… In your hand, you massaged his dick, jerking him off up and down which made him groan in excitement. Time was clearly of the essence, as you bent your head over his private and slowly devoured him whole. Progressively, taking every inch of his girth into your entire mouth which felt similar to how you took his fingers in, not too long ago. Gun released a deep moan of fulfillment, resulting in him to grab onto your hair from behind you to watch you accordingly. Right when you felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat, your cheeks puffed to make more room for air to enter through your mouth as you began to breathe him into you. Sucking his mouth and suctioning around his girth inside your gummy cheeks, your head shifted up and down on his shaft, creating those unholy sounds. Moaning into his dick like it was meant to be touched and relieved by you, Gun gripped onto your hair, hissing tauntingly. "That's right, treat my cock as if it's your Superior's. You belong to me now, understand? Yes, that's it… What a good little whore you are. I knew your body would remember this. Like I said, if your mind can't remember what happened, then I'll make your body remember. I'll use you, condition you, and do you as many times if we needed to for that small idiotic head of yours to remember everything. Do I make myself clear?"

"Mhmm…" you hummed, as you slurped him up repeatedly. Responsively, he said while combing his fingers down your long locks, "Good girl… now finish the job and suck my morning wood. Do it well." When his fingers reached the tips of your hair, he yanked your head down to where your lips touched the bottom of his length, making you gag as his head poked the back of your throat. Changing up the velocity of your blowjob, you quickly crashed your lips repeatedly down onto his phallic stiffness, making his breath hitch in indulgence. His lips curved maliciously at how you were giving it your all in trying to please him, which earned praises from him. "Ah, what a good little girl you are. Yes, such a behaved and trained SLUT. Mmmmm… you love my dick, don't you? You're taking it in so good, that you must be addicted to it by now. Yes?" Climactically, you felt his dick palpitate into your mouth, filling it with his seed as it flowed down your throat and into your digestive system. You gratefully swallowed his load whole, eventually removing your mouth from his cock, breathing heavy to get the right amount of oxygen into your system to recollect yourself. Gun still had his hold on your hair, in which he tugged onto it, not allowing you to escape just yet. You gasped as he brought your face back to his lovestick, saying while shaking his head, "I guess I still need to train you more, since you forgot how to clean up your own mess." Sighing tiredly, you had no choice but to comply. You took his length in your hand then began to graze your tongue from his balls to the crown of his cock. In response, he gave an elated huff as well, enjoying himself at how he was using you. He loved every bit of this little private show of his. That tongue of yours licking his dick because he allowed you to… Those hands of yours that were playing with his rod and his balls… In all honesty, it sent shivers down his spine. It still amazes him how submissive you've become for him, and how obedient you grew, only to be his servant at times like these. It never fails to turn him on like so, admiring how his developing masterpiece is being sculpted into his own favorite toy. "God, you really are the best. Showing me how talented you are, with that mouth of yours, huh? So eager, and yet, so clueless when you come back to your sense…"

Gun cupped the side of your face with his hand, staring at you zealously with a sincere smile of affection. Finally, when he took notice of how his own private has been treated with care, he petted your head soothingly as he said softly, "Alright, (Y/N). That's good. You may rest now." With a deep exhale, you stopped and sat beside him. All of a sudden, you felt his hand grab onto your wrist as he pulled you closer to him. You crashed onto his body, with your head now leaning onto his chest. One of his muscular tatted arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His lips pressed onto your head, kissing you lightly with fondness. Questioningly, your head tilted up at him in which you asked, "Um… what are you doing?" He looked down at you saying sternly, "What? I'm just claiming what's mine." A rosy color appeared on your cheeks as you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about? You don't own me!" Gun clicked his tongue in annoyance at your defiance as he mumbled, "Great, you're back to your irritating self again…" You raised your eyebrow at him in doubt. "I have no idea what you're on about. But anyways, I need to piss. So, where's the bathroom?" He scowled at you, now having to let go of you. In displeasure, he scoffed while responding, "How the hell could you forget where the bathroom was? I swear, your memory capacity is obviously the size of a peanut if you couldn't remember it from last night." Rolling your eyes, you instantly got out of the bed, not withstanding anymore of his slander. Annoyed, you walked towards the bedroom door as you raised a middle finger from above your head with your back turned to him saying, "Whatever, I'll find it myself! Useless dirtbag…" Leaving Gun in the bed, he sighed wearily, muttering to himself in frustration. "How the hell did I even bed a woman like that? And to even shed an ounce of interest for her as well, still remains a mystery to me…"

While lost in a puzzled daze over which room the bathroom was located at, you staggered your way over to the bathroom little-by-little. You didn't realize until now, how your body was aching all over and you regretted how fast you got out of the bed. "I shouldn't have stood up so quickly like that. Ugh, it's that jerk's fault for getting me all angry." However, little did you know, Gun was suddenly rushing over to you from behind. With an unannounced grab onto one of your wrists, your head jolted towards his direction, with your eyes now following him in concern. "Gun?" He ignored you, as you watched him carefully, now leading the way towards the bathroom with his tight grip around your wrist that was pulling you to an unexpected turn of events. Eventually, he led you into the massive bathroom with the lavish shower and the fancy bath tub. When he guided you to the toilet, he told you to, "Sit." And with that, you conformed to his order, studying his movements as he goes over to the shower to turn it on. The awkward tension in the room made you question his actions and why he was there in the bathroom with you. Actually… what is he even doing here? All I said was that I needed to pee. Tentatively, you studied him closely, as he turned on the shower. The shower-head started to sprinkle down droplets of water, until steam started to evaporate from the warm water. Without turning around to look at you, Gun said in a very imposing tone, "Once you're done over there, come here. I'll clean you up." Realizing how you've been sitting on the toilet for a while, you replied back in a shaky voice saying, "Um, o-okay, don't mind me… peeing!" God, this is embarrassing. I could've had a peaceful piss by now if HE didn't decide to just barge in here with me. Also… he said he'll "clean" me up? What did he mean by that? And what am I, a dog? Sighing, you finished your business then flushed before creeping up to him discreetly. You stared at the running water running down his scarred yet broad and lean back. His waist from afar was much skinnier now that you've studied him closely. The water trickling down onto his buff back, tracing every scar on his body got you entranced by his physique. Hearing the sound of your feet pitter-pattering onto the shower floor, Gun ran his hands through his hair as he pushed his soaked hair back sexily. Turning around to finally face you, you were greeted by the view of his wet yet toned body, in which your eyes checked him out from head to toe. Oh... My... Lord...

The experience of catching him in the shower was like seeing a god for the first time. How can someone so twisted and uptight, look so attractive and divine underneath the contact of water? Already dripping in all his steaminess under the hot and brisk shower, your eyes traveled down Gun's entire body. His damp hair was slicked back, revealing more of his face than usual with those noticeable sideburns of his… His dark dewy eyes latched onto yours… That huge tantalizing scar across his nose bridge always captivated you… His hulky chest and forged abs were as hard as an actual Grecian sculpture's with scars decorated permanently onto his skin… Both of his strong sturdy arms flexed as he held his hair up from falling onto his eyes to focus on you… But oh, does the view get even better. Roaming lower towards his nether region, beheld his enormous package. Water droplets slid down his massive erection and his protruding balls from under his manhood, which caused your legs to cross consciously and quiver, reminiscing the feeling of what his sex was actually capable of just from the sight of it. Oh god, that sweet, sweet feeling… Pounding through your chest rapidly, your blood started to pump and flow down to your private, eluding thoughts of being desperately touched by him. Your inhale and exhales passing through your lungs quickened and your senses heightened, maximizing your body's intense biological need. Your hand pressed against your chest as your head directed towards your feet while breathing heavily, feeling your own heart beat erratically. W-what is this? Why am I feeling this way, and why can't I control it whenever I'm around him? Is there something wrong with my heart? Am I going insane? What's wrong with me? I'm scared…

"Is there something wrong?"

Gasping, you looked up and saw that he was standing right in front of you. Gun's body was only a few centimeters away from you, standing there in all his naked glory. You shook your head saying, "Sorry, I-I don't know what's gotten into me…" His gaze was engrossed onto your face without showing any emotion when he asked, "What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows in a concerned fashion. "My body feels… weird… and it happens whenever I'm with you…" He stared at you in silence for only a few seconds before questioning blankly, "Oh, is that so? And what does your body feel?" Your voice trembled feebly, answering him back with, "Hot, heavy… And sh-shaky, like I'm pressured to do something just to get rid of this feeling inside of me…" Now understanding what your words meant, he snickered since he knew the right solution to solving your little issue. "So, it is true. Your body DOES remember that feeling…" You felt his hand touch the back of your hand, sliding it on top of yours, holding onto it tightly afterwards. Gun slowly guided you deeper into the shower with him, still maintaining the intense eye contact he had on you. You were enchanted by him, as if a beast was luring you into his trap. A deep, dark cave, where your future is undetermined, once you step further into it. Will you be eaten, or will you make it out alive? Was this really happening? Feeling lost, and clouded with doubt, you were caught in between the line of a dream and reality. It was like your soul and your body were both independent from each other. Caught almost in a simulation, where your spirit leaves your body for only a minute, sacrificing what little consciousness you had in you to meet him on the other side. Wherever that "other side" may be, you can't help but want to find out for yourself. To discover what was waiting for you. Was this a lucid dream of some sort? Or was this how people felt when they experience such a thing called, "astral projection"? When your awareness is just drifting away from your body… You'll never know.

Following him without making a fuss remained foreign to you, but you believed that you could put your trust in him at this very moment. You were willing to allow him to guide you into whatever event that might take place in this very structure. When Gun finally got you under the shower-head with him, you felt the warm water soothe your skin, calming you and making you feel at ease. Every water droplet that touched your skin lulled you into a relaxed state of tranquility, in which your head tilted upwards towards the shower-head while your eyes shut and your lips formed into a genuine smile, enjoying the touch of the water raining down on you. Right at that very instant, you were drenched underneath the heated water from head to toe. As Gun absorbed your entire body with his eyes, they toured from the top of your wet hair, to your beautiful florid face from the effect of the lukewarm shower, past your supple breasts, to your curvy hips, and all the way down to your bare womanhood, his own hot breath puffed a smoky exhale from his mouth due to the steam accumulating from the humid shower. Staring down at your naked body dowsed in water, something inside him ignited, like a small lit flame would from his silver lighter. That smile of yours, resulted in him to feel a unique sensation that he never felt before. Actually, that was a lie. He had felt this way before, quite a bit. There were instances when he caught himself not really minding your presence at all. It was this addictive feeling of ease that he noticed whenever he's with you. Was this really your doing? Your power? The "Ripple Effect", as people might call it, where the stationary body of water that sits still is suddenly disrupted by something or someone that touches it unintentionally. In his mind, you were that something.

Originally, his life had been the same old thing. Countless of times, it became a repeated process. He'd fight, get stronger, and conquer. It was the same routine over and over again, that he didn't mind at that time. However, when he came to Korea, it was like he started another life for himself. Another chapter, in which his monstrous self was driven by the insatiable thirst for power, where he can spread his own influence in another land. However, he got himself caught and trapped in prison for a discrete amount of time. And you'd think that's going to stop him from strengthening his own power? One by one, he took on little imprisoned small fries left and right, to the point that he'd cause massive destruction wherever he went. Painting the outer jail perimeters with splatters of red, pure genocide was the only thing familiar to him. But that all changed when he met a certain man in that facility who'd actually build a bridge for Gun to walk through, in order to gain another opportunity with a hint of scheming… Charles Choi. But at what price made him accept such a deal with that man? Money? Power? Or was it… leverage against him, that made him "loyal" to him? Gun hated being held against his will, and it didn't have to be physical for it to be irritating.

The old man wanted something from him that only HE can give to him, so he agreed to their alliance. By training and protecting his daughter, Crystal Choi, how to fight and by acquiring his own partner, Joon Goo Kim, to raise the “Four Major Crews” system with him, Gun had earned lots of money in the process. Although this process was successful, it wasn’t permanently successful to begin with. Little by little, operations failed according to each leaders’ downfall and the search for his own successor to take over his position after he retired, had dwindled drastically. If only there was someone competent enough to even take my position, he thought. Over the years, he had met many talented fighters and yet they all let him down. How disappointing AND embarrassing. To think that he’d put so much time and effort in training these kids by watching them grow, only to let him down in the end led him to think, why did I even bother? Well, there was of course, Daniel Park who had exceeded his expectations at one point so he’s just waiting on him to do what Gun had hoped for… To destroy the four major crews.

But all that waiting though for that to happen? How long would that take? Way too damn long… Gun was growing impatient by the minute, just by thinking about it and it became annoying to even have to shape these kids up. God, at least give him SOMETHING he can work with. He deserves a fucking break from all of the letdowns, the disappointment, and all of the times where he had to repeat the same process of training people only for them to be as worthless as an ant. He was running out of patience until… he met you that day. You were like a beacon of light that shined a pathway down a pitch-black staircase, which spiraled down endlessly. And to think, that certain staircase would surely reach the bottom, was a thought that he’s willing to bet on. The raw talent that you possessed and the copy ability that was just WAITING for him to polish was enough for Gun to be convinced that he really did need you on his side. When he took you in and hired you personally, however, you were nothing more but a trainee who just got on his nerves most of the time. Stubborn and annoying, with a whole lot of attitude, you were definitely a difficult woman to handle. Every word and every action you did, would always piss him off to no end. But, there was always that side to you that he gradually got to know little by little. That softness, that he had never got to experience for himself… Not to mention, that kindness that no one has ever genuinely given to him before was just astonishing to him. Everyone hated him, no doubt about it. You did hate him too, at the beginning of your first week with him. Despite his cruelty and his harshness towards you, you still somehow managed to come back to him. Ever since that day when you treated his wounds, he made up his mind that you were the right person to entrust his own plans to. It was a sense of loyalty that he could count on. But, it wasn’t just that… was it? There was actually more to it. You brought out new sides to him that he didn’t even know, were possible. Was this really him, taking care of you? Would that make him weak, if he had to succumb to you? Why was he even trying to treat you out in the first place? Was it because he felt obligated to do so? To reward you? To praise you for your accomplishments in assisting him with his plans? No… it was indeed, more than that. It was because he had grown accustomed to you, to the point that he became attached to you. He didn’t want to admit it at first, so he tried to reason himself with bullshit excuses. Although, this feeling always crawled back to him just to bite him in the ass every time. For some reason, he wanted you there with him at all times. To stay there beside him. Never leaving his side. Always assuring him that you’ll always greet him. To always have someone there anticipating his arrival whenever he comes home from a long day of work that would always frustrate him and tire him out. To always have you looking at him, smiling at him, and giving these small gestures of thoughtfulness only to him, became his priority. He never felt so needy for someone, and so greedy for that person to always have you there with him.

When did that become an issue to him? He was always used to being independent, relying only on himself while people come and go. But with you, he couldn’t allow you to even slip away for just a minute or else he becomes restless. He became dependent on your presence. Was this a feeling of admiration that he was feeling for you? A sign of respect? Gratitude? No, no. Once again, it had to be something more than that. Something befitting for all of the built up thoughts and new emotions he was feeling. This could only be the doing of one particular emotion… One that he thought of as a ridiculous trope that would oppose ambition above all… Love.

Gun had heard of the concept of “love” before, and it only disgusts him knowing how people become weak when they themselves become a victim to it, like his previous candidates of successors that he had before. He doesn’t understand how someone could “fall” for someone and would risk so much for them over anything else. It's just a distraction and it'll only get in the way of his ambitions. Yet… isn’t that what he’s been doing these past couple of weeks? He had given you all these gifts and he even went out of his way to search for you everywhere. Especially during his work hours, he abandoned his own duty to come find you. Recently, his thoughts had been nothing but you. At home, at work, even when he’s out with Goo sometimes, thoughts of you occupied his mind. Maybe he did become a fool. A fool who had fallen victim to this thing called “love”. When he realized that this was the case, he believed that he was a moron for feeling such a way and for letting this happen. Once again, you turned his whole perspective around when you said those words last night.

“Gun… I love you...”

Those words were so vivid to recall, that Gun couldn’t stop thinking about it. They made him feel a mix of emotions that one couldn’t even comprehend. Your words gave him a brand new sense of confidence in himself that he had never discovered before. Since you said that you loved him, then he too had the urge repay you back with a rightful answer. He wants to touch you… To hold you… To claim you… And to make you his entirely. If he doesn’t do it this time, then he’ll surely regret it in the future, and he’s aware of that. There’s no holding back anymore. It’s now or never.

“(Y/N).”

Hearing your name being called by Gun interrupted your serenity, which led you to open your eyes keenly and turn your focus back onto him. The sounds of the shower that you were caught up in seemed to have been tuned out into the back of your mind, with his voice only being the audio that became your main focus. Beaming up at him with a simple, “Yes?”, was your response to his name calling. Unannounced, his hand grazed the side of your pretty face, cupping both of your cheeks in each hand. Your jewel-like eyes ogled up at his handsome face, while his obsidian orbs towered over yours. He wiped the tear-like substances on your eyes to clear your vision for you while the both of you stood still underneath the shower-head. Observing your facial features in all his seriousness, he asked straightforwardly, “Are you interested in me?” Your smile faded, in which you stared up at him in dismay. You didn’t know how to react to his question, so you gave a stiff laugh saying, “W-where’s this coming from? Gu-” He interrupted you with another question asking in a more persistent tone. “If you can’t recall what happened from last night, then answer me honestly. (Y/N)… Do you like me?” You weren’t sure if it was just the feeling of the warm water on your skin, but you really did feel your face get hotter from his question. Why is he asking me these questions all of a sudden? I didn’t plan to confess to him right now, of all places. This isn’t the right place and time for this! What should I do? How should I respond? If only you could remember what had happened last night. Standing your ground, you took his hands and removed them from your face, letting his hands fall onto his sides. While doing so, you tried explaining to him, “Wait, Gun… I don’t think this is the appropriate time to talk about this right now. Let’s just clean ourselves up and-“ You forgot that he was an obstinate man. He wouldn’t let any matter of interest go, until he gets an answer from you, and you should’ve known that from the very start.

In frustration, he clenched his teeth and grabbed onto your forearm then pulled you onto the shower wall. Holding you against your will, his hands slammed assertively on both sides of your figure, not letting you escape. His eyebrows creased brutally, emanating a strong aura of intimidation onto you, which made you want to shrink back onto the wall and merge with it to escape. His eyes drilled into yours, staring directly at you with such intensity. Wishful thinking was all you had currently, wanting to retreat your eyes away from his, yet you couldn’t in fear of being punished by him. After all, he had you in his enclosed grasp. However, you were starting to show signs of concern for Gun, seeing how bothered he was with whatever thoughts that were filling his head right now. Agitated, he voiced out in a disgruntled manner, “Don’t you dare walk away from me, because I need to know now. Do you really ‘love’ me, (Y/N)?” Those words were unnatural, coming from his mouth while his facial expression didn’t match the mood at all. In a sense, it was quite funny, actually. In an attempt to try and keep a straight face, you stared at him with a blanked caricature on your face until you suddenly broke character in a small “Phfft-“. Looking away while bringing the back of your hand to your mouth, you laughed while trying to hide your smile. “S-sorry! It’s just- bffft… You sound like a child while- Hah… I can’t- HAHAHAHA!!!” You were glad that you get to release tension from yourself, since it made you relax even more to answer his question without being scared of him. Meanwhile, Gun was completely stunned at how you just bursted out laughing, when he was trying to be serious. It was insulting and he felt his pride being crushed by you when he stood there, watching you laugh your ass off. The silence from him was radiating ominously, when your laughs were starting to die down into a muted, awkward silence. Uh oh, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed at him. The expression that he was giving you was of pure disapproval of your dismissed response to his question, glowering at you in bad temperament. In an attempt to calm him down, you courageously drew your hand closer to his face, capturing his cheek in your hand gently. Sighing, your head tilted upwards towards him and you gave him a warm smile as you said in defeat, “I have no choice but to confess, don’t I?” Deducting his rash actions being shown to you, last night must have been a rather EVENTFUL occurrence. What did I even say to him last night that might have riled him up like this? I wish I could remember.

Gathering the confidence to finally confess to him, your arms calmly wrapped around his neck as you closed in on him, embracing him under the pattering drops of water. Soothingly, your hand skimmed up the nape of his neck, coursing through his wet hair from behind his head. This was meant to reassure him of your honest response that you’re about to break down to him. In a gentle tone, you asked, “So… do you want to know how I really feel about you?” Gun gave an affirmative nod, with that serious demeanor of his still focusing on you. “Okay. Ugh, where do I even start…? Well, to be honest, I hated your guts when I first met you. I thought of you as rude, arrogant, narcissistic, and heartless.” His face remained apathetic, which resulted in you to crack a teasing giggle. “It gets better, okay, Mr. Grumps? Trust me…” Resuming with your acknowledgment for him, you continued onwards. “The longer I stayed with you, the more that I realized how much I’ve gotten used to you. Even though you’re such an ass, there are many things that I find that are attractive about you. Frankly, you are strong because of how physically adept you are at fighting, independent since you’re capable of taking care of yourself, sophisticated because of your sense of fashion, smart because you know how to handle every situation thrown at you (especially when it comes to my dumbass…), resourceful since you know how to cleverly use resources around you, practical (because you don’t waste anything that could be of use, especially time), and not to mention, you’re…” Warily, your cheeks reddened at the last part of your description of him, stammering shyly when you said, “H-handsome because you always have an… attractive physique… ” He stared at you, all awestricken. Gun’s mouth turned to a devilish smirk, leaning his face closer to yours while he still had his hands pressed against the shower wall adjacent to your sides. However, he repositioned himself with his left forearm now pinned beside you, and his other hand tucking your wet strands behind your ear to whisper close into your ear saying, “Am I really that handsome to you, (Y/N)? Does my ‘physique’ make you weak in the knees?” The blush on your face had yet to cease due to Gun’s sly tease. Flustered as you were, you removed your arms from him and pushed him back from his chest, in which you drew your eyes away from him while dying in embarrassment. “Ugh, you’re so annoying!” When he took a few steps back from your abrupt push, he chuckled amusedly, knowing how you couldn’t take back your words even if you wanted to. You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you snapped back at him. “Tsk, I might be crazy to even say this to someone like you! But…” Heaving a reluctant sigh, you confessed gingerly, ”I do… like you. S-so… if Drunk Me said that I… l-love you… then I must have really meant it…” It didn’t take long for Gun to suddenly come for you again, sheathing his arms around your bashful self. One of his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you close to him while the other held onto the side of your face for another time. Pressing your body against his, you glanced at him in perplexity due to his startling embrace. As he admired you once more, he ultimately declared, “That’s all I needed to know. So, don’t make me regret this...”

On that account, Gun lowered his face onto yours and his lips reunited with yours. For this occasion, he was much more gentler this time as he kissed you passionately than ever before. Having to adjust to the current state of affection for you, he held your face during the kiss, ensuring that he gets a taste of your sweet tongue sufficiently. The clutch around your waist grew tighter by each second, causing the both of you to moan and groan for more, from each other. Your arms returned around his neck again, sliding one of your hands down his scarred chest. Instantly, Gun swiftly removed your hand from his chest by grabbing a hold of it, transferring your hand down onto his meaty cock. Pulling himself away for a brief moment, Gun informed you that, “At this moment, it’s yours now. I give you permission to do whatever you want to it, so let yourself go and give in to me. Continue to show me how much of a greedy woman you really are.” The temperature rose not just on your face, but in you entire body as well, seeing him snicker proudly like that only for a second. He crashed his lips back onto yours again, pushing you onto the wall, to run his greedy hands all over your body. The sensation of his hand groping your breast while another hand played with your private, led to your legs trembling from the stimulation and your whines to echo amidst the trickling sounds of the shower. Moaning in euphoria from his touches on your breasts and your heat, you decided to return Gun the favor, by giving him a hand job. Gripping onto the base of his girth, your hand played with his dick as you massaged it back and forth on his entire length, seizing the moment of him groaning at your generous touch. A glint of carnality masked his eyes, which only fueled the increase in lust that he had for you. “Does that feel good, Mr. Park?” Goddamn, did that line spark something inside of him…

Foxily, you pushed him off of you releasing your lips from his, resulting in him to peer at you in confusion. Consequently due to the fact that you wanted to get even with him for his teasing, you came up with an idea that’ll surely drive him mad with desire. Knowing him, as a pervert and all. Attentively, Gun watched as you got on both knees below him, reaching eye level with his manhood. Still holding his cock in your hand, his head tilted down at the sight of you gliding your hand up to his tip, tracing around the hole of his penis in circles with the flat of your thumb. He reciprocated by uttering a hoarse grunt from your light gratification, followed by a lowly chuckle. It was obvious to him that you were starting to play along with him, teasing him back in accordance to his fiery desires of physical displays of affection. While sweeping your hair off for you by tidying your hair back with his hand, he asked “What do you think you’re doing, my little servant?” Smirking back at him, you responded, “Like you said. As your ‘servant’, it’s my duty to please you, sir. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Gun’s libido was starting to rise, even from merely your mocking. You’re already familiar with the way he operates during foreplay, since he always enjoyed a challenge from you… even when it comes to a little role-play.

Sneering at your reply, you felt his fingers caressed you from the top of your head to the side of your jaw, then stopped right where your chin was at. He firmly grasped it in between his thumb and index finger, but he didn’t stop there. The assessment that Gun was giving you was purely seductive on his behalf, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb to and fro. You eyed his intentions cautiously, focusing your attention on him as if he stole the main show from you. Enticingly, he asked with piquant interest, “Will you be pleasing me again with that exquisite mouth of yours, little one?” In a suggestive fashion, you leered smugly. “That’ll be a surprise that only you will find out for yourself, Mr. Park. So just relax, and enjoy the special treatment~” You put yourself to work when you began to pump his whole shaft in your clutch, gripping it and massaging it throughly before accepting his prong into your mouth. Hence, him letting go of your bottom lip to rest his hand on top of your scalp. Deluging on his prick in an obligatory fashion, your hand held his private by the base steadily, glancing up at him a few times to check his current state from time to time. Gun on the other hand, was barely on the edge of losing it. Your mouth was pleasuring just the head of his cock, and he wanted you to go deeper, so badly. Watching him grit his teeth in frustration was the look that you expected to see. Pretending to not notice his sexual needs, you drew your mouth back from his tip, questioning him in a concerned tone, “Sir, are you okay? You don’t look so good…” Gun was panting heavily, when he demanded right away with, “I’m fine. Just keep going!” A smile of delight formed on your lips, nodding in servitude. “As you wish, sir.” And so it begins…

Engulfing Gun’s boner into your mouth little by little, he expelled a lecherous hum of appeasement right when he sensed that his snag bumped the back of your throat. Simultaneously, you let out a sigh of achievement for taking his humongous size whole without having to gag. I guess, I’m getting the hang of this. Without wasting a single second, you commenced your blowjob for him by sliding your lips outwards, until they came crashing down onto the bottom of his cock where your lips encountered his balls. Like a cycle, you proceeded to suck him off using the same method, on and on, reviewing those pleasured reactions of his. Gun ejected a few grunts here and there, still gripping onto your head in rapture. Every time you gave him head, he pondered about how well you’ve improved every time, gaining experience in demonstrating your ability to service him right. Spewing dirty curses out of his mouth, he worded out sensually as he scrunched a bundle of your hair together in one tight grab. “Fuuuck… You just keep getting better and better… don’t you? My personal slut, LOVES devouring my dick, doesn’t she? Filthy whore, mmmm… You should thank me for training you well. Sucking my cock like that, only shows me how fitting you are in being my number one slave… My personal toy… My one and only partner who can satisfy me like this…” You moaned onto his manhood as his grasp on your hair clenched even more, causing your body to react honestly to his praising and degrading. The walls of your pussy surged in arousal as you felt your insides beat heavily in a heated rhythm, secreting your needy juices from underneath you. Gun’s dirty talk fueled your desire even more, as he said, “I bet your cunt must be dripping wet from all of the praising that I’m giving you. What? You think I wouldn’t know how your body works by now? Heh, you foolish girl. I know you well, inside AND out. How did you think I know what your body desires? What you’ve always been craving for? I’m the only one who can satisfy you, and I’m the only person who can see right through your head. You know, I don’t blame you for falling for me. I’m rich, good-looking, powerful, and experienced in many different aspects, including sex. So, what kind of woman WOULDN’T find me attractive?” Right after his little cocky speech, he inhaled sharply through his teeth confirming, “Shit… I’m almost there…” feeling his rod starting to jitter inside your sloppy gape.

His boastfulness caused you to furrow your eyebrows in distaste. Irritated by his arrogance, your mouth retreated from his cock, which sent a crossed expression to form on his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously, as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him, you stared tenaciously at him, not even daring to withdraw your eyes away from his. This earned a smirk out of him, eagerly awaiting for what else you had in store for this little game of yours. Verifying that you had all of his attention on you, you held onto his prong in your hand then sustained your eye contact with him, not missing a single tune of his charming moans, you left a trail of kisses down his stalk. Relishing the sensation of your warm lips on his private, he dug his fingers deeper into your hair, massaging your scalp nicely as sign of encouragement and idolization. “Yes, that’s it. That’s my good girl… I love it when you look into my eyes like that, worshipping my cock beneath me like it's the best thing in the world…” His appreciative words sent flutters to your stomach and in your heat, which gave you a boost to keep going. You brought your lips to his balls then began to suck on each one, coating them with your saliva running down his testes. Your ears heard his groans get even louder, and more aggressive, while his grip on your head became much more stronger than before. “Ugh, you really know how to please a man. Don’t you, (Y/N)? Not just any man… ME…” Strike when he least expects it… After giving his balls some attention, you couldn’t resist teasing him, to remind him of who was in charge of his service. As your lips departed from his balls then transferred to his member’s crown, a few kisses were planted on his fleshy tip, followed by a few circular licks that traced around his genital hole. Gun spouted a gruff groan, still watching you with courtesy. For only a fleeting moment, you removed your lips from his knob, pronouncing a warning to him. “Careful Mr. Park, I wouldn’t get TOO comfortable there if I were you. After all, I’m the one who’s still in charge of your treatment.”

A gleam for misbehavior shined through your eyes, which really caught Gun off guard. Without giving him any warning, you provoked him by biting on his top lightly, which won a clear grunt from him. Your impishness produced a dumbstruck countenance on his face, which soon converted into a small derogatory laugh. “You’re a real brat, you know that?” Shrugging flippantly, you countered his scornfulness with, “Isn’t that why you took interest in me in the first place? I don’t see you complaining… until now.” Gun suddenly became speechless, not able to come up with a clever rebuttal because whatever you said was the truth, and he was aware of that. To silence him even further, you received his whole prick into your mouth then began to suck on him vigorously, working your hand and your mouth simultaneously in a synced pace. Gun spilled a few curses due to your explosive burst of energy on his wood, going at it at such a high speed. The sloppy top that you were giving him was so damn good, that it made his toes slightly curl in his feet and his hand on your head to clamp tensely, feeling his knuckles dig into your scalp from clutching mightily onto your hair. His penis began to throb in your mouth, denoting how he was almost at the stage of climax. “Yeah, you better suck on it real good. Show me how much you love me, and this dick!” Reaching towards his own finishing state, Gun ultimately combusted deep into your mouth. Feeling his thick spunk run down the back of your throat and through your esophagus, you ensured that you accepted every drop of his by chugging down every bit of it until your tongue no longer felt the substance present in your mouth. However, your job didn’t end there quite yet. His sex was still in your mouth, in which your tongue swiveled around it, cleaning off every inch of him. With a few clingy sucks on his shaft, your mouth messily detached from him, as a bit of your leftover drool drooped onto his head. That final bit of your sexual labor prompted a resonant sigh from him. However, he didn’t let you rest just yet.

Gun’s eyes were directed at you, currently perusing your weary self from giving him the best blowjob he has ever had. “It’s my turn. Get up, now.” Your head whirled around to stare at him in apprehension. What the hell? Can’t he see that I’m catching my breath here?! You were about to ignore him, but you completely forgot that he had his hold on you. The yanking on your hair was starting to get annoying, pulling on you like a pet on a leash. “I said… Get. Up. NOW.” Those dark eyes with their glowing pupils punctured your own with true authority, drawing out a chilling shiver down your spine. It’s reasonable to become so helpless under his gaze like that, as you thought to yourself carefully. Crap, I don’t like the look of those eyes. I guess I have no choice here. It’s Gun after all… Seeing that you were rising onto your feet, Gun liberated you from his grasp. After getting up, you eyed him guardedly to try and read his next move. “So… what now? Are we done here?“ He jeered at you scornfully with that cold smirk plastered on his face as he said boldly, “I dare you to turn around and bend over for me. It’s time for me to really show you some good ‘loving’…” You were taken by surprise by his words, especially that last phrase that he said. On cue, your face began to burn hotly. “Now, hold on a minute! You’re not just going to drop that line on me, like it was effortless for you!” Gun raised an eyebrow playfully, pretending to retreat away from you. Using his reverse psychology on you, he acted as if he was willing to let you go this time, curious to see how you’d react. “Oh. So, you don’t want me to show you? Hm, well too bad. I guess we’ll just have to settle this some other time.” Gun was about to turn his back on you so he could leave the shower, but he was soon stopped by your grab on his arm. When his eyes focused on both of your hands clinging onto him, your cheeks flared in bright scarlet, as you couldn’t bear to let him go. The two of you already got to this point, so you found it unfair of him to abandon you like that. Abashed by how he easily got to you, you willingly heeded to his directive. “Okay, okay… Geez, you’re so mean sometimes…” You were about to shift yourself around to face the wall, but Gun stopped you from doing so as he said, “Hold on a minute.”, before placing his hands on your hips. Gun looked around the shower, since he could’ve sworn that he saw something that you could grab onto for safety when he entered into the shower earlier. And because he knew you were typically clingy during sex, you needed something that could support you while getting your kitty pounded. Once he spotted a shower grab bar nearby, he ordered you to, “Turn to your left, and move towards that grab bar.” Issuing you to take a few steps to the other wall on your left, you caught the bar in sight. You regarded it alertly, asking him, “Why do you want me to go over there for?” Gun addressed, “It’ll be a pain if you slip on nothing out of nowhere. If that happens, then I’ll have to be the one to carry you out of here to seek medical attention. Do you know how bothersome that would be?” Rolling your eyes at his apathetic response, you grumbled a, “God, when do you ever stop thinking about yourself?” before proceeding towards the adjacent side of the shower. His hands were still holding onto your hips as he guided you from behind towards the steel bar. The two of you stopped right in front of it, and it didn’t take an entire minute for Gun to say while snickering, “What are you waiting for? Do it.”

Someone’s excited. Right when you turned around and bent over the support railing, you placed both of your hands onto the bar, displaying your sleek pussy before him. Gun’s eyes leched down over your curvy backside, admiring your inviting position. Marveling at your plump ass facing his cock, he kneaded his hands on your hips, preparing himself for what he’s about to do to you. “Look at you, all eager for me to take you. You want me to show you how much I ‘love’ you, don’t you? You were even pretending to not want me when clearly, you do. I know you so well, (Y/N). You can’t fool me.” Jeering, his hands groped your ass cheeks, giving them a full circled rub on both cheeks until he sent a sadistic smack on your ass. Your body reacted, flinching in response to the infliction of light sensual pain, along with a pleased groan out of you. “Heh, would you like at that? Do you like it when I inflict pain onto you? It sounded like you actually enjoyed that. My naughty little masochist~” He removed his right hand from your ass so he can take hold of his phallus. Gun’s tip poked your drenched folds, rubbing it back and forth, earning stifled moans to escape through your lips. “You’re already aware of how this works. I won’t put it in unless you’ve earned my satisfaction. Go on little slut, beg for it…” You weren’t going to go down without a bit of a fight, so you’re willing to resist a bit further. Twirling your head around to take a glimpse at him, you refuted saying, “Fuck you, Gun…” So this is how it’s going to be, he thought to himself as Gun cracked a deprecating heckle. Contradicting you back, he attested, “Oh yes, you will. I could’ve already taken you by now, if you weren’t so prideful, my dear…” Those words… “my dear”, was nothing more than a mockery and you knew that. They were supposed to be sweet, but it lacks warmth and sympathy, resulting in you to clench your teeth in opposition.

Pursuing his seduction on you, Gun continued to tease you. The sighs that you were venting were only igniting his commitment to tease you to your limits. Causing friction onto your entrance, his cockhead continued to razz you up, as he said, “Admit it, (Y/N). You need me, don’t you? I’m your commodity, yes? Say it… Say it, and I’ll generously give it to you~” Salivating from the titillation of his erection rubbing onto your wet folds, your whimpers began to grow louder by the minute. The grip that you had on the cold metal bar tightened, displaying signs of resistance that you could barely hang onto. In a slow, tempting voice, Gun whispered into your ear once more saying, “You can’t say? Oh, but you love me, don’t you? You love me soooooo much, that you can’t get me out of your head, right? I want to hear those words again… Those words from last night… Say it to me… To Yuzuru, one more time…” Yuzuru? He wants me to use that name? But why…? Adhering to his request, your mouth started with this familiar name. “Yuzuru…” Luring you on with his sultry whispers, he said, “Yesss… Tell me~” You couldn’t answer him straight as you barely managed to spew a, “Yuzuru… I… Ah~ Love you…” through your lips. If only you could see Gun’s hysterical visage, with that crazed flash in his eyes and his manic grin depicted on his face. Ah yes, those words really set him off real good. Out of nowhere, you felt his hand snaked its way onto the very front of your entrance, where his hand started to fiddle with your clit. Rubbing it slowly, caused you to whimper according to his sex-hungry manipulation, arching your back while desperately hanging onto your sanity. The three words, “Look at me.”, had its mental hold on you. Your fighting spirit was starting to slip away from your mind, in which you turned your head back to meet with his eyes in need, obviously affected by his torturous foreplay. Examining your pleading eyes and your pouting lips, was enough for him to decrypt that you were almost at your breaking point. As a result, Gun chuckled snarkily due to your change in backbone. “Those eyes of yours, really do display desire. You wish that I’d say it back, right? Ah, but I don’t think you deserve it. No… not unless you plead. Go ahead. Beg for me. Beg for me to give you my all. Pray for me to love you… Say it…”

As twisted as it may seem, Gun felt that it was a necessity for him to feel wanted and needed by you. He needed to feel the right amount gratification that’ll seal the deal. If you were to prove your loyalty and passion for him, then wouldn’t it be best if you give him the benefit of the doubt? To show him how much you wanted this, as much as he wanted it too? He wasn’t going to waste his time on someone who didn’t show him how much he’s important to them, and he wouldn’t want to have someone who would go through such effortless lengths to be with him, who’s already obsessed over that one person. However, if it’s you, then that’s a different story. He’d do anything to make you stay with him. Whether it be sex, he had already been enraptured by your tenacity, beauty, and soul. You were just his type. His person. His object. His home. And nothing is going to stop him from claiming you all for himself. Already at your weakest peak while your legs were trembling, you finally gave up your pride for him as you cried out in broken sobs due to the accumulated stimulation, “Ugh~ Yuzuru, please… I-I need you… I n-need you more than a-anything… l want you to g-give it to me… Your l-love… I want all of it! I w-want to know h-how m-much you care for me, how much you f-feel for m-me… Hngh~ I want y-you to l-love me~!!” The more you kept going, the more inaudible your jumble of words were sounding to him. Gun felt the sense of power seeping into him. Your words administered a driven will inside of him, culminating an urge of ambition that he’d never had before. His only goal now was to please you, to infatuate you with all of his devotion, to make you obsessed with him to the extent that you wouldn’t even bother looking for someone else. It’s that idea of enamoring you that kept his mind fixed at showing how much he truly cared about you, affirming it through his own words stating, “That’s right. You’re mine now. My woman, and only mine. No one else can have you. No one else will ever have you. Your rightful place is to be here with me, by my side. I don’t care if I have to destroy anyone who’ll get in the way of us being together. Nothing matters, as long as you’re with me at all times.” Sighing in between his brazen speech, he resumed his proclamation as he said, “In all honesty, this is the most foolish thing that I’ve ever announced to anyone in my life, so you better not make me repeat myself.” Finished with his rare address, he removed his hand from your clit, then returned to your hip. Edging his solid spike onto your entrance one last time, he then shoved his girthy cock inside of you as it slid into you with ease because of how wet your core was already. His throbbing cock slithered into you, forcing your elastic walls to fit his humongous size all the way up to its max capacity. During his insertion, both of your hands clenched hard around the support bar and your spine curved in a concaved manner, which led to you clamoring in pleasure.

Gun’s cog reached its full degree inside your cunt, moaning hoarsely into your ear from your compacted heat, feeling your burning warmth and your squishing saturation. Your pulsating vagina reacted to the stretching of his member penetrating you, gladly taking every inch of him. Every curvature, every proportion of his width, and every area of his being that he could offer you. Receptively, Gun freed his hand from your hip then reached around your figure so he can place his hand on top of one of yours, while you held onto what little support you had. He closed the remaining space you had between you two by getting closer to you. Leaning his own body onto yours closely, for his sturdy chest to be pressed against you and elevating his pelvis up to your ass to ensure that he fills your insides up to the very brim, spurred something from within you. Not just the pules of heavenly elation, but the images of unfamiliar events from your mind that are now… familiar? There’s the bar… There’s the room… And there’s- Mutely gasping to yourself at the recollection of steamy memories that you had with Gun. Your face scorched in crimson, as you started to recall the events that took place in the bedroom. What is this? When was this? Echoing inside your ears, were lines that you couldn’t believe that were spouted from your own mouth. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you…” God, I said that? Now way… “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” UGH, WHY DID I SAY SUCH A THING? “Ahn~! Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” DEAR GOD, SINCE WHEN- “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” WHAT THE FUCK?! “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” STOOOOP!!! At that very instance, you felt the steam rising from your head from the extreme lines that you remembered from last night. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” GOD, KILL ME NOW!!! “Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~” W-why did I say that??? I MUST’VE GONE BONKERS, OR SOMETHING. There was a specific memory that made your heat quiver when you thought of it. You remembered Gun’s voice asking you, "Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?" The answer that you gave which was, "Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!" resulted in you screaming in disgrace over your shameless self. AHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD, HOW COULD THAT BE ME? HAVE YOU NO SHAME, (Y/N)?! “Gun… I love you…” (Y/N), YOU IDIOT!!! WHY DID MY DRUNKARD SELF HAVE TO SPILL SUCH A THING???

Every embarrassing line struck your heart like a bunch of daggers, causing your face to burn even redder than before and your insides to coil tighter and tighter every time around his shaft. Remembering each round of sex you had with Gun last night must’ve impacted your arousal level, charging your body to blaze in shamefulness and in sexuality. Gun felt his tool being crammed in by your vaginal walls, attaining audible grunts from how exponentially tighter your grew around him. From over your shoulder, he bowed his own head onto your right trapezius, pressing his lips tenderly on your skin to leave a few kisses all the way down to your shoulder blade. Inquisitively, he asked directly while compressing his hand onto yours even more, “What happened? You didn’t earn any of my praises yet. Are you that excited to be taken by me?” You turned your head to your side to capture his eyes so they can focus onto yours. You were hesitant to tell him the good news about how you’ve regained your memories from last night, since you already know where his mind could lead to if he found out. Ugh, I’ll regret this later… Jittering, you confessed, “I… R-remember now…” Like a trigger of some sort, Gun’s mouth immediately arced into a vile grin, understanding the situation right away. Already, he was planning on teasing you mercilessly to the point of humiliation, like he usually does. Sniggering for only a second, he commented very plastic style of appreciation saying, “Ah, so you remember now, do you? Good. I had a feeling that that this would work. It takes the taste of my cock inside of you to remember such a special incident. So, tell me, (Y/N)… Can you help me recall what you said last night? I can’t remember quite well, about what you told me. It’s your fault for forgetting it earlier, so I must’ve forgotten it as well.” The flustered expression on your face remained priceless to him, loving the reaction of your embarrassment. You could see the irritating smirk that he’s giving you, rousing your face to contort in vexation. I knew it. This bastard is just going to play dumb and treat me like a fool. What is he, a child? “What do you mean you ‘must’ve forgotten’? Do you think I’m dumb? You clearly remembered not too long ago, so recall it yourself, you moro-“ Without any notice, Gun suddenly withdrew his knob from you then rammed it back into you from behind, influencing you to proclaim a loud groan. Gun hummed at the sounds of your blissful reaction to his impulsive prodding, provoking you with a, “I apologize. I didn’t quite catch that. You were…” He abruptly thrusted powerfully into you one more time with a spunky grunt, retrieving another contented yelp from you before resuming whatever he was mouthing with, “…saying?”

Baring your teeth in outrage, you snapped at him profusely, yet snidely at the same time. “Hey, you prick! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! I know damn well that you’re just trying to ignore my refusals since you want me to say those words again! But let’s face it, BUDDY. I’m not going to say it. You know why? Because you’re a self-proclaimed dickhead, that’s what! Jong Gun Park, the desperate jerk, who wants me to baby him like he’s some sort of chi-“ Gun didn’t allow you to finish that last sentence of yours. His hips began to rut into you like a hammer banging on a nail. Whimpers fell out of your mouth clumsily, relentlessly going at it with his pelvic movements that increased roughly by the minute. The sounds of water splashing onto you and Gun along with the smacking sounds of his hips bashing against your wet ass were rebounding off of the shower walls. Heavy breathing from the both of you and feeble cries from your mouth due to his ill-bred banging became the most vehement tones that the both of you had ever heard in your lives. Gun’s husky groans in your ear were tantalizing enough for you to shut up and submit yourself to him, letting go and allowing himself to give you everything that’ll please you in exchange for some rewarding verbal words from you. Through your murmurs of elation, Gun questioned, “What did I tell you before? Call me ‘Yuzuru’, you idiot. Also, coming from your inability to say anything back, I could tell that you’re enjoying yourself. It feels good, doesn’t it? The feeling of the heated water running down your sexy body… The sensation of my dick in you, making your body all warm and snug inside… If you say those words again, then I’ll give this to you everyday. If you continue to live with me, then you won’t have to worry about anything. And if you decide to be there, then… you won’t have to leave me ever again. I’ll keep you all to myself. I’ll even lock you up in that house, for you to never leave my side ever again. I’ll cage you, confine you… Hell, even quarantine you there, so just swear your loyalty to me and remain by my side forever…” Listening to his rashness had influenced you to think this through. Has this bastard gone psycho? Mentally ill? Urgh, what is he saying? He doesn’t need to do all of that for me to stay with him. Your face revolved around your shoulder to look him dead in the eyes. Scoffing, you responded candidly. “I’m the ‘idiot’? Hah, please… You’re- Ahhh~ the idiot here. Don’t you remember? I said, ‘I love you’! Isn’t that- Mmph~ already proof that I only- Agh~! …want to be with you?“ He inhaled sharply through his teeth before he decided to quicken his pace, accelerating in speed while fucking you out till your body is bending forward onto the steel bar in front of you. You were barely hanging onto it, as one of his arms shifted to clutch around your waist from behind while his other hand gave your hand a squeeze on the bar. Your legs were now shuddering violently, as you felt a powerful wave of ecstasy swelling up in your core. Harsh tears began to materialize and blur your vision due to the overwhelming feeling of intoxication, feeling the need to warn him. “G-Gun, I-I’m… going to cum~!” Instantaneously, Gun lets go of your hand and your waist, pulling himself out of you with ease. In pure confusion, you were left frustrated, wondering why he decided not to finish you off. Feeling your high die down because of him, you turned around to face him in resentment. “Gun, what the fuck?! Why didn’t you-“

“You never listen, do you?” Gun’s lips suddenly came crashing down onto yours, kissing you violently with his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, swiveling and sucking on yours with hunger. You could barely keep up with his aggression, melting into the kiss with moans being derived from your mouth and groans emanating from his own. When it was distinctly clear that you were lost in his superiority, his lips departed from yours, with a silver line of saliva connecting both of you until it was severed into nothingness. “Okay, what has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You wanted this, but then you wanted that? Make up your damn mind Gun, and pick a-“ He cut you off in an exasperated sigh, by saying, “I already told you to call me ‘Yuzuru’. Do you ever listen, woman?” Bothered by his unnecessary rudeness, your eyes narrowed in gall as you bantered, “Really? THAT’S the reason why you’re acting like a jackass?! God, and I thought we would put our differences to the side and act all ‘lovey lovey’. Unbelievable…” You looked down at your feet as you covered your eyes with your hand, shaking your head in torment. Gun crossed his arms while looking down at you in disregard of your thoughts. “If you hadn’t been so forgetful, then we wouldn’t be bickering in the first place.” You glanced back at him in disdain, scoffing with your arms now crossed in disbelief. “You know… I hate you. I truly do.” Gun gave a playful smirk answering back smugly saying, “Mhm, keep lying to yourself. Besides, I have my ways. I’ll make you say it no matter what.” You raised an eyebrow asking, “Didn’t I tell you already that I ‘love you’?” Gun shook his head chuckling, “Just because you claimed that you said something with your own mouth, doesn’t mean that you meant it in THAT particular moment. It doesn’t work that way.” Rolling your eyes and turning your head away from him, you clicked your tongue in criticism then shooed him off dismissively. “Tch, there’s no way you’ll get it out of me. Leave and just give up already.” Gun snickered back professing, “I love a challenge…” Gun crept closer to you, until his shadowy silhouette loomed over you. The shade shrouding your face caused you to turn your head back to him, but you didn’t expect his face to be so close to yours in an instant. “Do you really believe that I won’t make you say it?” You stared at him, slowly nodding in trepidation. “Is that so…?” From under your head, you felt him grab onto your chin, tilting your head up to face him straightforwardly. A gleam of cruelty from his souless eyes and his dimmed pupils stared back at you, making your knees weak and your heart rate to skyrocket. With a nervous gulp from you, Gun’s smirk turned to a wide diabolic grin before saying, “You better hang on for dear life, (Y/N). Because now, you’re at my mercy. And I won’t stop until I hear you utter those words, from that pretty little mouth of yours…” Trembling in fear underneath such a barbaric man, the last words that popped up in your head before being devoured by his very being was, I’m so fucked…

. . .

How long has it been since you and Gun have been in the shower? Thirty minutes? Forty-five minutes? An hour? No. It has been two hours, to be exact. The two of you forgot about the real-world around you, only divulging in each other’s presence. The shower was still on, drenching both of your bodies underneath its steaminess, while both of your bodies collided fervently. Kissing each other, licking each other, fondling each other, and tiring each other out until one of you calls it quits. Currently, Gun had you right where he wanted you. Mercilessly, his cock kept beating into your pussy without rest, which made you gasp and moan in felicity to no end. With his buff arms wrapped underneath your thighs, he pinned his hands onto the shower wall and held you up, fucking you against the wall as your legs held onto his arms strenuously. As your feet pointed up towards the ceiling, your arms embraced his rippled body, helplessly hanging onto him in despair. This man had been screwing you over and over again for over an hour, to the level of unhinged insanity. His phallus was undulated at the right spot, hitting your g-spot with a curve that makes your toes curl up in the air. Watching your head hanging backwards onto the wall and your eyes rolling back into your retracted eyelids, Gun smirked at the sight of your devastation and ruin. Pleased with himself at how raw he had been fucking you dumb, he goaded, “Oh my, would you look at that? Have you fallen into insanity? My lovely woman~ Fucked brainless until all I could hear are the sweet sounds of your mewling and purring, like a kitten. How cute. Remember what I told you? I said I’ll stop until I hear those words come out of your mouth. So, let’s try this again… Go ahead and tell me, (Y/N). What is it, that you’d like to say to me…?” With your mouth hung wide open, you uttered a shaky, “I…” Gun’s wicked smile expanded whilst wrecking your poor hole savagely, readily prying you with a, “Yes…?” It is at this moment, when your next words shall determine the outcome of your well-being. You could feel your bruised cunt pulsing and the knot inside of you enlarging, causing you to squirm in his grasp while you’re suspended against the wall. Gun could feel the tension building up inside of you, reverberating around his wood. He sensed himself bordering in on his sexual climax, the more that he kept thrashing his hips and his sex into you. Almost as if you were crying out in prayer, you finally marked your forced declaration of love for him, screaming, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!! YOUR LOVE IS ALL THAT I EVER NEED!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU DUMB FUCK!!!” In an almighty thrust, he plummeted his cock deep into your vulva and shot all of his jizz into you, filling you with his thick seminal fluid. An overflowing trail of his discharge gushed out in between your legs, in which Gun’s head tilted downwards to watch thick droplets of his seed drip out of your womanhood then onto the tiled floor for it to be washed away towards the drainer. Panting laboriously from pumping your brains out to the maximum high, he proudly brought his lips onto your forehead, rewarding you with a tender kiss because of his fulfilled request. With his lips still pressed onto your forehead, he murmured considerately, “That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Well, I’ll overlook that last bit and pretend you didn’t say such a thing. All in all, you’ve been so good to me, (Y/N). I knew that you’d be the only woman meant for me. I assure you, no one will ever take your place. From this day onwards, you’re mine. I’m the only one who you’ll have eyes for, and I’m the only one who you should admire, think of, and praise. No other man or woman should be in the back of your mind. You better remember that, or else…” Still feeling jittery from how hard he destroyed you, you answered him in a spiritless voice. “Y-yes… Yuzuru…” Gun extracted his lips from your forehead then smiled down at you in affection. “That’s my good girl. Now stand up.”

His arms unshackled you, slowly dropping your feet onto the floor. Nevertheless when he let go of you to stand on your two feet again, your legs wobbled, feeling the pins and needles in your legs. “Ah-!” You gasped at how your legs couldn’t support your body, falling forward onto him with your body pressed against him again. Thankfully, Gun reacted quickly by catching you in his arms, wrapping around your waist steadily. Your hands compressed onto him, along with your face smushed carelessly against his chest. Drained from the abundant amount of instances that you two had intercourse, you were trying to pull yourself up from him but you still weren’t aware that he was restricting you from getting up properly. “Back in my arms so soon, (Y/N)? I didn’t think that you’d miss me THIS much.” You gazed up at his fiendish countenance then tried pushing him off of you in exasperation. “L-let go of me!” Gun’s arms twisted around your waist more snugly than before, bringing you closer to him, all in the purpose of riling you up again. He loved teasing you until you explode in rage, like a hissing feline. “Alright, if you say so.” Once you felt his arms release you, you were relieved for a second, but your freedom from him didn’t last long. Gun gave you a false sense of security, watching the expression on your face lose tension until his hands found your hips again then spun you around, piquing your eyes to increment in size due to his indiscretion. Struggling to prevent yourself from falling, your hands immediately went for the grab bar again, grasping it into your hands soundly. Looking around yourself to see where he’s at to give him a piece of your mind, you yelled out to him saying, “You bastard! What the hell was that for?!” Gun took you by surprise when he grabbed onto your inner thigh from beneath your left leg, then raised it up. You almost lost your balance when he did that, so you clung onto the steel bar like your life depended on it. When you redirected your attention back onto him, you blushed due to awkward position that he put you in. With your left leg hovering straight in the air and your right leg supporting your weight just by standing, you were even exposing your private to him, granting him the opportunity to behold your dirty parts. “Gu- I mean, Yuzuru, what are you doing?” Gun took his time to view your body before he said, “Hold your own leg up for me.” Hazily, you followed him by holding your left leg by your thigh without questioning him. This is so embarrassing. Why does he always have to put me in such uncomfortable positions like this? Your eyes stayed observant over him, eyeing him closely. As Gun lowered himself in front of your slick, he stroked his long loose strands of hair back to unveil his eyes even further. In spite of glancing at your bloodshot cheeks scorching your face, he grinned at you naughtily with his hand still holding his shiny black hair back, that had been sopping wet for quite some time now. At that angle, Gun gaped at your nudity in awe as he marveled under his breath. “What a beautiful sight to see. I should’ve known that this was the best angle to view all of your proportions. You’re a very stunning woman to behold…” Drawing his mouth closer to your heat while gripping your inner thigh in his hand, you objected saying, “What are you on about?! I-it’s… Embarrassing…” Gun surveyed your sheepish state from up above, entrapping your gaze onto his. Charmed by his enticing eye contact, you stared at him back as you awaited his reply, until he chaffed friskily, “What is there to be embarrassed about? I’ve already seen you undressed so many times by now, that I even fantasize about you…” Surprised by his confession, you asked in bewilderment, “Y-you, what?!” Gun smirked at your reaction, amused by every ounce of your bashfulness before replying openly, “Why are you so surprised? It’s not like you’ve never done it, or even thought about us having sex before…”

After admitting his infatuation towards you, you watched as he licked your moist slit, gaining an erotic huff out of you. Retaliating to his licks on your crevice, you protested, “Shut up, I have not! Since when, you perv?!” Gun parted from your fissure saying, “Since the very beginning. Believe it if you may, but whatever I’m telling you is all factual. Plus, what did I tell you about being honest? Well whatever, it’s not like that’s going to matter anyways. Don’t stress too much over the lies that you’re spouting to yourself. Once I win that little challenge of yours, I’ll have you confessing to me about every little thing that lies in that tiny head of yours. Every deep and dark desire that you possess inside of your mind, will soon be found out by me…” You were puzzled at what he was talking about until you remembered the bet that you made with Gun that day… The day when you went missing. Jeering, you said satirically, “Oh, really? Well it’s not a bad thing to be all confident like you are now, Yu-Zu-Ru~ Because when I WIN, THEN I GET TO EAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING WHENEVER I WANT TO. Yeah, that’s right… FUCK. YOUR. RULES. You can go ahead and kiss my ass when I clean that bowl faster than your fucking dishwasher.” Laughing comically in front of his face, Gun sneered at your fearlessness as he responded with scornful warning, “I wouldn’t be laughing yet if I were you, (Y/N). Your courage is commendable, but your arrogance is laughable. Remember, our deal lasts for a whole week. Can you handle it?” His low blow jabbed right through your very soul, which caused you to flinch in hesitation. “What do you take me for, an idiot? If it’s a week, two weeks, or even A MONTH, I’ll for sure win that bet. Even if I accomplish it with my eyes closed.” Gun simpered coyly before replying, “We’ll see about that. I'm looking forward to having you as my personal slave. Ah yes, an OBEDIENT PET…”

Gun bowed his head onto your pussy lips to continue where he left off, leaving you to curse under your breath. Every flick of his tongue drove your mind into blanks, tormenting you with his heavenly licks. Heaving breathlessly, you whimpered at the fashion of how he was driving you mad with pleasure. He didn’t say anything when his tongue decided to inject itself through your layers. Exploring your deep cleft, he dictated that he’ll have a bit of fun with your core first before he whips his dick out for the finishing blow. As he monitors your responses to his tongue curving in every spot that made you lament the loudest, he would tease those spots to the brink of you exclaiming, “Ahhh, Yuzuru~!” and “Yuzuru- mmmm~!” When he felt your private starting to coil around his tongue, he took out his tongue from within you so he can stand up on his feet again. You peered at him cautiously, as he stuck his member inside of you with a single jolt of prominence. Gun didn’t waver at all, gouging your dense hole violently. With his cock being compressed by your overall tightness, he continued to thrust into you, all for the sake of engraving the shape and outline of his phallus within you. As he held onto your left leg firmly with both of his hands, he bucked his hips constantly into your womanhood, as his balls smacked your entrance every time his shaft budged into you with force. Marking you as if your body was meant to be engraved into the outline of his meat, Gun angled his face closer to your neck to stamp you with his mark. First kissing, then licking, and finally sucking, he planted a hickey onto your collarbone as a symbol of his ownership over you. Moaning at the sensation of pain and pleasure colliding with your senses, he never failed to give you his attention in the most direst of spots on your body. After carving a love-mark on your body, his lips traveled south, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses down your cleavage. To you, it was still impressive how he could multi-task, pleasuring a single spot while getting busy with the other. Over the course of turning you into a mewling mess, Gun’s mouth did many wonders to your body at such a limited amount of time. Twirling his tongue around your bud and sucking on it in cupidity, you bit your lip avidly due to the spike of how sensitive you've become. The way your body was reacting to him was amazing, crying for him as you tried to withstand his inhumane force onto you. Gun was untamed and unstoppable, ravaging you and molesting you with everything he’s got. From your caricature, he could visibly see the tears welling up in your eyes, which made him go even more feral than usual. In quick speed, he propped your left leg over his shoulder while he resumed to fuck you sideways. The hold that you had on the shower bar almost slipped, which resulted in your grip to strain, holding onto it for as long as it takes so he could finish inside of you once more.

To satisfy the beast, as one might proclaim, can easily drain your energy. Not just his. You weren’t aware of the thoughts that were spiraling over his head at that moment. You didn’t know that the reason for his burst of energy and the reason for the flame inside of him to ignite even higher than before, was because of those simple words. Those words that spread the fire inside of him, like gasoline would when it comes in contact with a burning matchstick. That single declaration, that broadcasted your, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU!”, was all it took for this man to go haywire. To lose his composure… To lose his stoical coldness… And to lose his one and only characteristic that defined him for who he is up until this point… His self-pride. It was you that took that all away from him. That snatched it all up with your kindness, your warmth, and your free spirit. But for some strange reason, he didn’t mind it at all. He was addicted to your kindness, your warmth, and that burning ferocity of yours, that he’d be willing to hold onto them for as long as he lived. Clearly, he is aware of what he must do at this moment. To sign his own ties with you in words. Meaningful words that expressed how he actually felt for you symbolically. Can he really do it though? He hasn’t done this before, and yet, this was the first time he’s ever been hesitant to tell someone about how he felt romantically. Well obviously, he’s never experienced ANYTHING romantic or anything else related to that field of soft mushiness. However, that doesn’t matter. It’s about damn time that he gets to reveal his honest thoughts to you, and he’s willing to do it right about now…

As he took a deep breath, he called out to you directly saying, “(Y/N), I have something to inform you, so listen closely…” His movements began to slow down, until they have stopped completely. You blinked in curiosity, studying his eyes that were shrouded with a new type of emotion that you’ve never seen from him before. Worried for Gun, you reached a hand out to his face and gently held onto the side of his profile. You then asked with your tone filled with concern, “Is there something wrong?” He sighed before removing one of his hands from your thigh to hold onto your hand in return. “There isn’t anything wrong…” You tilted your head in puzzlement before pressing him onwards asking, “What do you mean by that?” Gun stared at you with a long fixated gaze until he broke the silence saying, “(Y/N)… I love you.” You stared at him back with a poker-face as the words completely slipped into one ear, then came out of the other ear. Laughing tensely, you asked him hesitantly, “Umm… can you… repeat that… one more time…?” Gun stared at you back mutely until he gritted his teeth in annoyance as he spat back at you. “What more could you possibly want from me, woman? Didn’t you catch that the first time?! I told you to, LISTEN. CLOSELY. DIDN’T I?!” You squeaked in fear for only a small moment, yet you bounced back with the same amount of fight in you. “Oh yeah? Says the one who ‘must’ve forgotten’ whatever I said last night! And why is it so hard for you to repeat a line?! I SAID IT MORE THAN ONCE TO YOU, DUMBASS! AND YOU EVEN FORCED ME TO SAY IT TOO!! HOW UNFAIR IS THAT?!” Groaning in frustration, Gun facepalmed himself miserably while shaking his head before he gathered the courage to say such unfitting words again. “Alright, fine… I love you, (Y/N). There, is that better?” You shrugged while answering back teasingly, “I don’t know… doesn’t sound like you ‘meant it in THAT particular moment’ to me…” Gun couldn’t take it any longer with his pride being stepped on multiple times in one day. As if baring his fangs towards you, he was about to repeat his profession of love even more aggressively this time but was halted when you suddenly said with a huge compassionate grin, “I’m just kidding. I love you too, Yuzuru.” After declaring your love for him once more, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Gun’s eyes widened in bafflement, completely caught off guard with your returned profession for him. In his head, he pondered to himself thinking how it’ll take a while for him to get used to this. Even though he said it, he didn’t really know what it meant to “love” someone. What even is, “love”? It’s a bizarre concept that’s difficult for Gun to even register. How can he tell if someone is actually being honest about it? Does he have to beat it out of someone to know the truth? But he doesn’t want to hurt you, so how can he tell? How can he figure out when your words are truly genuine or not? How can he be certain that you’ll remain by his side? This was definitely unlike those times when he had to dispose of disloyal members from his clan. Whether it be a finger, an arm, or their head, Gun didn’t hesitate to punish, torture, and dispatch of them. On the contrary, this was a special circumstance. It aggravated him since, for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with himself in a situation like this. It was a constant clash of troubled judgement that he’d never experienced before. What should he even do, and how should he even act with you now? Will this issue be his downfall? Only the future could tell…

Intervening with Gun’s immersed contemplation, you snapped him out of his afflicted thoughts by saying, “So, um… when are you going to put my leg down? It’s starting to sprain.” Blinking a few times out of his foggy reverie, he was now caught staring at your face, that seemed to be waiting patiently for his response. He forgot that he had your leg plopped over his shoulder, in which he smirked, replying back with, “What do you mean, ‘when’? I’m not done with you yet.” Automatically, you felt his phallus grinding onto your dampened creases. The hood of his erected structure moved upwards, past your urethral opening then onto where your clitoris was located at. Hooking you in like a spellbound enchantment, he enamored you to moan for him again and again, exciting you by stimulating that spot even more. “Hah, Yuzuru~” The way your voice shifts into a softer tone than usual, emanating into a low voice that could barely be heard by only his ears within his vicinity never fails to stir his eros. Continuously rising, the volume of your voice turned into immoral wails calling out to him in need. “Agh~ Y-Yuzuru, please~! I c-can’t hold out m-much longer…” Gun fancied your sensual agony, like so. Heeding in on the nasty sounds coming from your glossy heat, he sneered at the view of your vagina reverberating in need from below his vision. “What happened to the ‘love dovey’ act that you mentioned? I thought you wanted do that with me. You’re even enunciating such filthy noises to me too… Is this it? Is this what you were referring to?” Yearning for his girth to infiltrate through your labium minora while simultaneously disagreeing with your body, you shook your head in denial. “N-no~!! This i-isn’t it! H-How can I- Hnnn~ d-do so if… you’re t-teasing m-me like th-this…?” Snickering at your stutters, he additionally noted on your sniveling as he murmured, “Even when you’re in denial, you’re still enjoying this. Consider being entirely honest for once, (Y/N). I know how you want to feel good as much I do. Your eyes and the way your body is reacting cannot fool me. More importantly, your mind can’t fool yourself. Allow me to further indulge you into my own world, and learn how to let go…” In that distinct juncture, he realized how there was never a dull moment with you. Your pleasured babbles would always animate Gun with such mania, that it always tips him off of his usual cool and unperturbed self.

Pulling himself into you, as if drawn to your titillating sobs and that lewd face that you were presenting to him, Gun’s face crept up to the side of your ear, swathing the fallen locks of hair behind your ear only for a brief moment before returning one of his hands to grasp onto your leg. His hot breath tickled your ear, instigating a strong shiver down your entire body. Wincing at the feeling of your leg on his shoulder falling deeper into immobility, Gun whispered into your ear compellingly, “Don’t hide yourself from me. You know how much I love your voice when it calls out to me~” Taken aback from his next move, you felt his tongue graze your ear lobe longingly, taking his time to make you shudder. Whimpering at his touch, you probed, “You… t-told me to- Ahn~ …‘l-let go’, b-but… h-how c-can I- Mmmm~ …k-keep up with y-you… l-like this…?” Next came the next phase, as he became determined to explore more of his options to sate you. Still managing your gluttony under his authority, he advised, “You don’t have to keep up with me this time. Just let me take care of everything for you. I’ll make your body feel like it’s- No… It’s more than that…” Feeling for his own base temporarily, his prong retired from your clit then repositioned itself right onto your opening. “I’ll SURELY send your body to heavenly paradise. The sensation that I’ll be giving you… The bliss that you’ll be granted access to… It’s for you. It’s all for you. I’ll do it all, just for you to feel my own soul to the very core.” W-what does he… mean by that? At that final notice, Gun forced his own sex into you. Back to the contact of his sexual organ submerged into your gripping heat, it glided right in without any troubles whatsoever, winning a grunt from him and a wail of gratification from you. His dive articulated sloppy sounds, due to the extensive secretion that surged within your snaggy vaginal walls from his catalyzing touches. Your body trembled at the sensation of his length fitting into you just right, occupying the capacity that you had to offer him. A complacent smile molded upon his lips, never ceasing to feel pleased every time he barges through your hot solitude. That tantalizing voice of his announced itself to you, calling you to fixate all of your senses on him by saying, “(Y/N), focus on me. Listen closely to my voice right now, and let it enshroud your very being. I’ll admit, I’m not precisely familiar with wording my thoughts and projecting them. However, I want you to unfold yourself to me. Entrust yourself only to me, and I’ll show you what you really mean to me through my own efforts.” Once his face retreated from the side of your ear, you looked into his eyes with commitment then nodded, confiding your livelihood to him at that very moment.

If actions told a million words, then Gun’s definitely told a billion. As he began to plunge himself into you at a slower pace than what he’s normally used to, your hand relocated from your leg to the tattoos on his forearm. Grabbing onto him as if he’s your supportive cornerstone, he glanced at your hand on his arm, which incurred an exuberant grin out of him. The way his eyes met with yours made your heart skip a beat when he said in response, “Oh? Are you yearning for my touch as well? No wonder, I could feel your desire from over here. So needy~” When you saw his face drawing closer to yours, you wanted to do the same in return. Craving for more of his affection, you inched closer to his face until you seized his lips with a heartfelt kiss. As his lips gently pressed against yours, everything around you felt harmonious. The warmth of the water raining down on both of you, including the warmth from his body radiating onto yours, felt so perfect. This “rain” that was trickling down onto you and Gun, became the only rain that Gun favored, sensible to the fact that the motif of rain usually symbolizes melancholy wherever he goes. Right now, Gun was resonating in his own tranquil place. His own “happy place”. Hearing your crying, begging, and moaning like that was his addiction. His guilty pleasure though, would be having to fall for someone as perfect as you. To interact with you on a daily basis was one thing, but having to touch you and hold you in his arms was another. Just thinking about that incited Gun to believe how lucky he was to even meet you in the first place. Oh, how lucky he was to have found you in that alleyway that day…

For a lengthy period of time, you and Gun shared an extensive exchange of reverence. Your mouths twisted and crashed onto each other along with your tongues, never letting go. Your free hand was now resting on the back of Gun’s neck, since he grabbed onto your hand then placed it on that specific spot, enabling you to touch him however you see fit. Your hand climbed his nape as each finger swept upon his skin breezily, traversing through his wet bedraggled hair selfishly like a madwoman who had lost all self-control. Gun was a fond of the way you became defenselessly corrupted by him, seducing you into a never-ending jostle of lustful greed. In spite of having fallen into sin, there was now a stronger connection between the two of you, which was constructed by the overwhelming emotions of amour. Groaning into your mouth with one last breath of sentiment, Gun pried his lips away from yours to speak, as your intermingled saliva from both of you dissipated with one last needy moan from you in response. Gripping onto your leg sturdier than ever while stopping his sensually slow thrusts into you, he uttered, “Look into my eyes, and don’t resist me anymore. From now on, this is how I’ll be displaying my signs of- … ‘love’… to you. Tch, it’s a foolish word to even say in the first place. I don’t even know where to begin or how to wrap my head around such a cursed thing…” Spontaneously, you removed your hand from the back of his neck to hold onto the side of his face in a soft manner once more. He sensed your hand coming from his peripheral vision and permitted you to touch his face without having to stop you, adoring your gentleness silently as you peered up at him. Utilizing your forgiving eyes, you replied by saying, “If you can’t understand it, then let's go about this, one step at a time. To be honest, I’ve never experienced it with someone either. You are actually, my first… lover…” Your cheeks flushed shyly for a moment, which made Gun somewhat relieved that he could still keep his title of being your “First” in everything. Clearing your throat, you continued. “Ahem, anyways… I don’t know if you recall, but remember when I proposed the idea of experiencing romance with me?” He stared at you blankly before giving an affirmative nod. Proceeding with your point, you counseled, “This will be a learning experience for you and me, both. So… are you still willing to give it a try with me…?” It took Gun a minute to think about your proposal, until he finally answered back with a monotone, “So be it.”

You were about to rejoice, but you didn’t expect him to suddenly resume his dirty movements. Yelping at the jolt of his member inside of you, he picked up the pace which influenced you to shift your hand from his face to his brawny shoulder. “Let go.” Your eyes widened in surprise as you asked him in a breathless, “W-what…?”, wondering if he had gone insane. Gun rolled his eyes slightly before heaving out, “I meant the bar, dummy.” Carefully setting down your leg that was previously pinned on his shoulder, he simultaneously grabbed onto your hand that was still gripping the shower bar then stationed it on his other bare shoulder. He cautioned, “Hold onto my shoulders, if you don’t want to fall.” Compelled by his assertiveness, you nodded, clutching onto his shoulders fixedly. Right when he felt you clasping your hands steadily onto his shoulders, he then grabbed a hold of both of your legs from under your thighs to lift you off of the ground, without giving you time for your leg to recover from paresthesia. Shrieking in surprise of his carrying and the numbing tingles of your leg getting to you, you immediately transferred your own arms around his neck while wincing from the uncomfortable feeling of your leg. Gun took a glimpse at your discomforting expression, as he reassured you soothingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this as quick as possible. Now, endure it to the best of your abilities.” Gliding his hands down onto the back of your knees methodically to reposition your entrance to where his prick was situated at, he resumed plowing his hardness into you but in this case, there was no room for “slow and steady”. While holding you up in the air, he rammed his erection into you, accelerating his speed as every minute passed by. Oppressively, Gun kept pounding into you, obtaining phonic discords of rhapsody that emerged from your mouth. Watching your face warp into ecstatic ruin, Gun consoled in your distress by cooing, “Yes, good. Just like that~ Give yourself into me, and let me take care of you. I’ll touch you and hold you as many times as you want me to. I’ll even give you anything and everything that you could ever have. You’re the only person who I want to spoil, and you’re the only woman who I’ll ever need. I don’t mean that solely because of how I laid my eyes on you as my next masterpiece. I mean it as my…” Gun paused for a few seconds, assessing his own words carefully. Thereafter, his eyes narrowed determinedly into yours as his cheeks were eventually painted in a slight hue of red before finally saying, “…my lover.” Displaying awkwardness from whatever he just told you, Gun’s own deliberation tugged something within his chest, which made him turn his head to the side and his eyes to wander in frustration at how silly he felt by saying words that were “out-of-place” for him. Although, it did lead him to feel some type of way which was, opening himself up to a new view of honesty. Only by a little bit. On the other hand, his profession pulled at your heartstrings, which triggered your heart to pump rapidly. You still couldn’t believe how soft he had gotten, especially with those words that he just spilled to you. You, of all people, got the rare opportunity to hear such words come out of Jong Gun Park, himself! Actually, no. Not “Gun”. His name, at this very moment, is-

“Yu… zuru… y-you don’t… have to… g-give me… everything… f-for m-me to… love you…” Extending your hand out to feel the side of his chiseled facial features, you tilted his head back towards you by holding him on the side of his sharp jawline. Enforcing him to look straight into your eyes, you gave him a tender smile then announced, “I-I’m a-already grateful… th-that y-you… th-think of me… as y-your… lover too… You d-don’t need to… give m-me… a-anymore g-gifts, b-because… y-your love already… m-makes me… h-happy inside…” Reacting to your gratification, Gun suddenly felt another yanking feeling coming from his chest, jerking inside of him like a small ball bouncing off of his ribcage. What is this heftiness? This, unusual sensation of wholeness that’s impacting him so greatly… Your smile, and your dialogue made him feel contentment, as if he needn’t bother with anything else. If Gun had to describe what he was feeling right now, then he would’ve addressed how your unity with him made him feel a sense of completeness. It was strange to experience such a tranquil emotion. But, feeling this way might not be so bad, he pondered. Besides his heart reacting to you, his rig rebounded as you felt it solidify in your, already stretched-out defenses. When he expanded in size, your spine bent backwards, feeling him inflate your guts more than it possibly can originally. Gun’s hold on your legs grew harsher, as he began to fuck you like his life depended on it. Crashing his stiff root into your core sporadically, you howled in hyper-stimulated blusters, which led you to beg him to, “W-wait, Yuzuru- AHHHH~! S-slow down!! Y-you’re… t-too… rough~!!!” He grunted in between your weeping then snarled, “Don’t you fucking quit on me, (Y/N). You’ve taken me so many times already, and now you can’t handle me fucking you? This is because of your doing, by the way. Be responsible for once, and take my dick like the good girl that you should be!” Each powerful gouge into your depths channeled every fierce emotion out of him through his monstrosity of a private. Every slam, every pound, and every bash you’ve received from his manhood drained all feelings of divine euphoria from within you, as if returning his actions of intimacy with the responses that your body is unleashing to him. The more that he carved himself into you, the greater the high tide of your climax was advancing. Feeling your pair of legs trembling in his hands and your interior convulsing around his sex organ, Gun growled huskily at the sublime pleasure of his knob being wedged in by your heavenly innards, that he too felt that he was coming close to his own ejaculation. “Yuzuru…” When Gun’s attention was attracted to you in an instant when he heard the sound of his name being called by that beautiful voice of yours, he asked impatiently, “Yeah?” Your eyes glistened up at him then trailed down to his lips. Gun was curious to see where this would go, as he decided not to interrogate you and to observe you quietly instead. While you gradually closed the gap between you and him, your lips mashed onto his, taking in his glazed lips for a sweet kiss. Gun kissed you back with the same amount of craving as yours, presenting his appreciation for you in a long fiery kiss. Your lips separated from his smoothly, as you felt the urge to say, “I love you, Yuzuru.”, one last time. Gun’s expression softened at your meaningful words. His pupils enhanced to focus on your gorgeous face, in which he returned an, “I love you too, (Y/N).”, in a more poised manner. With a final plunge of his dick into your sunken pussy, his lovecream ejaculated into you for an additional time, stuffing you with his own milky seed. Quivering at how full your insides felt from the multiple creampies that he had been giving you, you heard him groan into you, loading you with every volume that he could offer. The both of you were left panting and gasping for air over your intimate exchange in lovemaking.

Still trembling at how his huge load oozed out of you like a cream filled donut, Gun stared deep into your eyes still recollecting himself from the sexual workout he had done on you. Finally, he gave a charming grin saying in praise, “As expected, you did well as usual, (Y/N). I’m proud of you for being such a good girl. But this time, you’re not just ‘a good girl’. You’re MY good girl. So, congratulations. You’ve earned my praise and my 'love'.” He sneered at the way how he emphasized the word "love", which made you roll your eyes at him playfully. “Oh shut up, I already know you’re going to use that word ‘love’ against me now.” Gun chuckled, replying back with, “That won’t be the only thing that I’ll use.” Raising a slight eyebrow at him, he leaned his face closer to your neck then gave you a dampened kiss on your neck, causing you to sigh into his ear while taking in his masculine scent from his hair, which always makes you go crazy. When he heard you let out a pleased sigh, he smirked presumptuously then murmured as his lips pressed against your neck. “You’re now mine, after all. That means I get to do anything I want with you. I get to please you and touch you whenever. I know you wouldn’t mind if I were the one to do it to you~” While planting a few kisses down your neck, you scoffed while rolling your eyes. You knew his seductive tricks far too well, as you continued to resist him once again by replying to him sarcastically, “Oh I do mind QUITE a lot, actually. And to correct you, I think you meant that you want to toy with me whenever you want. Am I wrong? I currently have no idea. I could be delusional here…” Hearing him chuckle evilly at how well you knew his antics sent shivers down your spine. Departing from your attractive collarbone, his face lit up in pure amusement at your jesting, portraying that wicked grin on his handsome profile. “Don’t get too sassy on me, (Y/N). Did you forget that I have your body in my possession?” Your boldness eventually faded, in which edginess was replaced into your psyche. Oh shit, I forgot he’s still carrying me.

Gradually trying to warm up to his good side, you meticulously negotiated pleadingly. “Soooo… Gun- I mean, Yuzuru… God, I’m still trying to get used to the new name change. Um, can we just forget about the little charade that we’ve gotten ourselves into, and just… call it truce? If you want, I’ll even help clean yourself up for you! Yeah, I don’t mind doing it! It’ll be like having your own little helper! Oh- and, I can help you wash your hair for you, your face, your bod-…” Your voice trailed off into muteness when you’ve realized what you were about to say. What am I even offering him?! It definitely sounds like one of those weird invites from those shady spas back in Kabukicho. Ugh, what the hell, (Y/N)…? Gun let out a small titter at your ridiculousness. You sensed him languidly lowering you down back onto the ground securely. Though, he did so carefully, aware of the condition of your legs that must be numbing. Whimpering at the excruciating tingling in your legs, by instinct, you instantly fastened your arms over Gun’s broad shoulders as your clinging arms then surrounded his neck. Due to how unbearable it felt, you grimaced in distress while turning your head downwards focusing on your flimsy legs struggling to keep themselves up. As it happened, you felt his hands brush alongside your sides, stopping on your hips and holding onto them thoroughly. His strong grip on your hips roused you to center your attention back onto his face. At the focal point of both of your concentration, you were absorbed in his bewitching gaze until he broke the tension with, “Hold onto the support on the wall first.” You blinked out of your trance then nodded, adhering to his directive. He guided you to the shower bar while you limped your way over to it until he saw you release him then grab onto it instead. His hands let go of you in exchange as he started to walk away from you. Worriedly, you raised your voice in agitatiion enunciating while wincing at the sense of numbing, “Hey! Where are you going?! Ack- Are you just going to leave me here???” Gun verbalized back aloud saying, “I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re so concerned about. I’m going to start the bath for us and grab some things first. So just be quiet, and stay there.” Reacting to his explanation, you released a “Hmph.”, watching him leave the shower.

Dripping in all his godliness, you watched Gun turn on the faucet to the bathtub outside of the shower, letting the bathtub fill itself up. He then made his way to the lavish sink on the side of the room and grabbed a bunch of liquid body soap and a tall bottle of shampoo. Walking back towards the bathtub, he opened mini bottles of liquid body soap one by one, then emptied them into the tub for it to settle and swirl with the water. Disposing of the empty bottles afterwards, he had a bottle of shampoo in his hand, returning back towards you in the shower. Taking your hand in his and plopping the bottle into your hand, you asked, “How will this help with my legs?” Gun replied snappily with a, “Shut up and hold it for now.” Irritation filled your mind, denting the bottle with a tight clenching grip. Crabbily, you argued, “And why the hell should I- …” Quieting down, you stared at him as he suddenly kneeled before you on one knee, then took a hold of your left leg in his hands. Your face looked at him in puzzlement mixed with a tad of exasperation. Blushing, you asked him in fluster, “What are you… doing…?” Gun’s hands started to knead your leg, massaging from the calves first, making his way up your leg. Responding to your cowering without having to turn his attention onto you, he replied simply by spouting, “What does it look like, I’m doing? I’m helping you alleviate the numbness that you’re feeling right now. Don’t you ever think? No wonder you’re always so clueless whenever we converse, the majority of the time.” Your fist on the bottle fastened even tighter than ever, as you hissed back at him. “The reason why I’m ‘clueless’ most of the time is because you never tell me straightforwardly of what plans you have in mind! How should I know what you’re thinking of, all the time? I’m not a psychic!” Gun scoffed, feeling up your leg to your joints as he kept massaging your tensed muscles. “Had the concept of ‘common sense’ slipped your mind? I’m guessing it must have, knowing how bird-brained you can be sometimes for not thinking. Also, has it ever occurred to you, (Y/N), that I do such things in return because I truly believe that you deserved to be rewarded?” You stared at him in offense as you scowled, “Oh, NOW we’re back to the animal theme! ‘Bird-brained’ huh? Haha, wow. I guess you could even add in the dog characteristic from before, too. After all, I ‘deserved to be rewarded’, right?” Gun immediately answered back with, “That’s not what I meant.”

It took you by surprise that he had to withdraw his words like that, since you expected him to add onto your claim which usually led to an unending feud of harsh words. “Then, what did you mean by that?” Gun sighed feeling peeved. Still focusing on your leg, he responded bluntly, “I mean, you’re a woman capable of obtaining and handling certain things that others cannot. You’re braver than many, you’re focused, and you’re strong enough to withstand me and your training. Isn’t that already enough for you to conclude that you deserve greater things as well?” You didn’t know what to say as you gawped at him wordlessly, flattered by the nice words that spewed from him. You stuttered shyly, “I-I don’t… kn-know what to say. Th-that’s actually… very sweet of you to say-” Interrupting your monologue, Gun said sharply, “Didn’t you say that you were going to help clean me up? Hurry up, and wash my head already. I bet you were going to just stand there motionlessly, and not do anything while I slave away here, weren’t you?” Can’t this guy give me a break already?! Ruining the moment, you silently let go of the bar then opened the lid of the shampoo bottle to get a palm-size of the liquid in your hand. After getting a handful of it in one hand, you closed the bottle then dropped it by your feet with a loud plonk, not caring if it even landed loudly onto the tile floor. Muttering to yourself in profanities targeted towards him, you lathered the shampoo in both of your hands first before you decided to spread it out onto his head. Underneath the downpour of water, you smoothed out his hair back from the front of his widow's peak for him with one hand before you started to scrub his hair for him… HARD.

While scrubbing his head harshly, white soapy suds started to bubble into his hair, as the scent of lavender filled your nostrils from the smell of the shampoo. The scent was supposed to inspire relaxation, but… there was no room for that in this current situation. You made sure to dig your fingers into his scalp, pressing his head brutally with your rough pressured massaging. In a fake empathetic tone, you clawed into his head asking, “So, how am I doing so far? Is it- URGH, alright?” Gun crooned as his hands traveled upwards onto your thigh, saying, “Yes, it feels nice. Go deeper.” Deadpanned, you stared at him in disbelief now yelling inside your head. WHAT? HE WANTS ME TO SCRUB HIM EVEN DEEPER?! I’M USING ALL MY STRENGTH HERE, AND THAT’S NOT ENOUGH?! DOES THIS MAN NOT FEEL ANY PAIN AT ALL?! Geez… I might as well bash his head in, if he tells me to do it even further. Running your fingers through his hair, you kept washing his hair, scratching through his scalp trying to get rid of the excess soap from his head and rinsing out all of the shampoo. You didn’t notice how Gun’s massage on your leg was actually effective. The uncomfortable feeling in your left leg was fading, and only the sensation of his hands were all that you felt, regaining your sense of touch on it. Eventually, from hearing your reflexively relaxed sighs, he stopped fondling your left leg and removed his hands from it to switch to the other leg. Your right leg for sure, was still an issue. As you flinched in response to his handling, you groaned in discomfort, resulting in him to stress his hands even more onto your leg. “Stop whining, and bear with it. The only way to deal with your paresthesia is to face the uncomfortable feeling head on without any complaints. You won’t get rid of it, if you don’t endure its repercussions.” Gritting your teeth in discontent, you inhaled deeply through your nose, as you continued to rinse his hair.

From where you were standing, you could still smell the scent of lavender wafting from underneath you, where his head was. Who knew that such a man would actually be this considerate to me? Staring at his relaxed face made your heart throb involuntarily, silently adoring his attractive visage and the way he was absorbed in treating your right leg. How can he make my heart skip a beat without having to do anything or say anything? He really does bring many wonders, doesn’t he? A small smile materialized on your face as your fingers combed through his moppy hair, now glistening clean with no foam in sight. Behind his head, you ruffled through his hair, swishing your hand from the bottom of his head all the way to the top. While you were busy making sure that his head was cleaned thoroughly, you calmly observed him as his hands massaged your knee for you. Instantly, a lightbulb lit up from above your head as you thought of a question to ask him. Disrupting the peace, you called him, “Gun?” His eyes drifted up onto yours phlegmatically. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head immediately denying, “Oh, no, no, nothing’s wrong!” He fixed his gaze onto you seriously before saying, “Then what is it? Spit it out already.” You took a deep breath then asked, “Why do you want me to call you ‘Yuzuru’ all of a sudden?” Gun had to think for a minute before he had to articulate how to explain himself for that. Clearly, he ventilated, “It’s because I trust you. There is no one in this world whom I’ve dedicated myself to, until you came along. I’ve mentioned this before, but you’ve already proven that you’re trustworthy. However, currently, it’s not just how trustworthy you are or how loyal you’ve become. It’s how I think of you and I think you’re more than that. Explicitly, I believe that you’re truly special to me, (Y/N).” The pounding of your heart became more resonant, as your face glowed in all of its rosiness. Gun’s eyes optimized a bit at how beautiful you look from above, with your cheeks brightening vibrantly, like an eloquent rose blooming. As your hands rested on top of his head, you looked away bashfully, not able to hold your eye contact with him at how embarrassed you felt from how you reacted to his appreciation for you. “Do you… really think so…?” Gun plainly nodded. “Of course. Why? Do you doubt me?” You objected in a rush, rotating your head to shake your head at him again swearing, “No, of course not! I just… never had anyone flatter me like that before. To be honest, ever since I came to Korea, my life has changed drastically. Don’t get me wrong, I meant that in a good way! However, since I met you and stayed with you, I learned many things from you. Like learning how to fight and defend myself, learning how to do ‘girly’ things, and learning how to enjoy life more. But most importantly, I learned how to trust and rely on someone, other than my own mother. And, for the first time, I even learned how to love someone. I learned… how to love you, Yuzuru.”

Time around you and Gun seemed to have slowed down. Water from the shower-head poured down onto the both of you in slow motion, hitting your bodies with small splatters. Your pair of eyes twinkled while his glistened back to yours, as the two of you stared at each other in passion. Gun was unsure of what to say next, but he could feel the tension of strong emotions expelling from you and himself. Smiling down at him warmly, you pushed his hair back for him by raking your feelers through his rinsed tresses from the top of his head. After that, you smoothed out his hair behind his ears, revealing his sharp sideburns on either side of his head. Giggling at your finishing touches on his hair, you proudly said, “There you go, all done! I don’t think I’ve ever told you this in front of your face before, but you really do look like a movie star. I mean, your wet hair smoothed out like this? You really look like a star-studded, movie actor who just finished a scene where you jumped off a bridge and landed into the ocean!” Gun chuckled at your absurdity, replying with, “You flatter me, (Y/N). I’d never think in a million years that you’d say such a ludicrous thing to me…” At that instance, his hands grazed down your right leg smoothly until they stopped right above your ankle. Lifting your foot off the ground for only a brief moment, you gasped frantically as your hand immediately went for the shower bar, afraid that you might fall due to the disruption of your center of gravity. He held your foot by the sole in one hand, while the other grasped onto your heel. Rattled by his haziness, you asked, “What are you-“ Just then, you witnessed him bring the top of your foot close to his face, then laid his lips on top of your foot to seal a kiss. Stupefied by his actions, you couldn’t say a single word whatsoever. It was like he stunned you with some sort of invisible taser, leaving you paralyzed and unable to move in shock. As your mind illuminated in epiphany, you couldn't fathom how distinguished he looked and how charming he was, bowing in front of you like a flattering prince. Actually, claiming Gun as a "prince" wasn't suitable, you thought. More like, a "king", was more befitting for his stature. A king who's harsh towards others, yet benevolent only to his one and only queen. Seeing that your mouth was gaped wide open in bewilderment, Gun smirked at your expression, dignifiedly entertained by your reaction as he said whimsically, “What are you so surprised about? Am I not allowed to show my affection for you?” Your voice shrunk into a mousey tone as you replied back to him saying, “N-no. I was just caught off guard, Gun. I mean- Yuzuru. Shit…” Gun produced a diverted laugh. Seeing how baffled you were by his kiss on your foot, he suggested, “If you’re still conflicted about which name to call me by, then you can call me by whatever name that pleases you. However…” His eyes focused on you roguishly as he provocatively warned, “…I’ll make you scream ‘Yuzuru’ in bed whenever I want to. And you get no say in that matter, whatsoever. Understand?”

Your heart began to pump wildly, going into overdrive, all out of control. Gulping nervously, you thought to yourself at how insane Gun really is. I swear to the heavenly beings above, that this man really is The Devil himself. Too flustered to even reply back directly, you reacted on impulse as your leg kicked sideways, catching him by surprise while doing so. As he saw you put your own foot back onto the floor, his lips developed into a wide vexatious grin. “I see your leg must be good to go then, if you’re able to move it so freely.” Reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the floor, he then stood up properly on both of his feet. Right when he fixed his posture, he took your hand and placed the bottle of shampoo back into it again. Confused, you enunciated, “But I already washed your ha- HEY!” Astounding as his actions may be, he left you flabbergasted as he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, carrying your whole entire body bridal style. You glanced at him dubiously but with a slight feeling of anxiety, fearing for whatever might happen next. Walking towards the shower-head to turn it off himself with you still cradled in his arms, Gun took a glimpse at how you were doing below him and seeing that glare of yours with a hint of fear in your eyes made him boom in laughter while shaking his head, pleasurably enjoying your reactions every time he did something drastic. “Relax, I’m not going to have you killed. Why don’t you put a bit of faith in me, hm?” You lightly smacked him on his chest while blurting out loud, “Gun, you jerk! How can I ‘relax’ if you do something out of the blue like that?!” He walked out of the shower and soon, stopped right in front of the bathtub. Looking down at the tub below, you faltered in a small, “O-oh…” Gun shook his head while muttering in a judgmental banter, “I swear, you always overreact over the littlest things…” Before you could even protest, he carefully set you down into the tub filled with warm soapy water then turned off the faucet of running water. Beside the faucet, you set the bottle of shampoo down on the flat surface of the tub before you started getting used to the water taking in your volume. The calming contact of the small frothy bubbles surrounding your body and the warmth of the water that your body was submerged in felt so nice, that it made you sigh happily. Sitting on the side of the tub with your arms hugging your knees, Gun finally let himself in, getting into the tub with you by sitting across your voluptuous frame.

Leaning himself back onto the edge of the tub, your eyes peeped at his statuesque body along with his well-proportioned arms and his perfectly etched facial features. Gun smirked, catching you checking him out while running his fingers back through his lustrously sleek hair before propping his elbow onto the edge of the tub. He beckoned for you to come closer with a swift gesture of his hand, luring you in with his commanding, “Come over here, (Y/N), and sit beside me.” He knew that you couldn’t say no, as you scooted yourself over to him, then sat yourself right next to him. Nonchalantly, Gun slung his arm around you and pulled your body closer towards him, enforcing you to lean your figure onto him. You were hesitant to embrace him at first, but you decided to allow yourself to do whatever felt right to you. Inching even closer to him, your arms enshrouded his body as you began to cuddle up against his mighty physique. He angled his face southwards to view your arms encircled around him while you leaned your head onto his chest. Smiling fondly at your serenity, he placed his hand on your head then gently stroked the back of your head dotingly, which caused you to close your eyes at how pleasant he was caressing you. The tranquility in Gun’s head was suddenly interrupted when a thought in his mind fabricated, ruining his relaxation time.

Groaning in frustration and facepalming with a troubled, “Fuck…”, you directed your gaze onto him and asked concernedly, “What’s the matter?” An afflicted impression from his eyes immediately told you that he was bothered by something, which made him reply, “I apologize, (Y/N). I have to call Dr. Ahn right after we’re done here, to prescribe you another After-Pill. Since we had unprotected sex again, then you have to take another-“ You immediately intervened as you assured him, “No, no, it’s okay! You don’t have to!” Gun’s eyes fixated onto you in a sinisterly foreboding manner, responding in suspicion, asking, “What do you mean by, I ‘don’t have to’? Are you saying that you want to have my child?” Gasping in hysteria as your face scorched in all of it’s glowing redness, you instantly shook your head while shouting, “NO, NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I’M NOT EVEN READY FOR THAT YET!!” Gun’s face altered into a scowl. Leaning closer to your face, he snapped back, “THEN OUT WITH IT ALREADY! WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?!” A heavy sigh spurted from your mouth as you shouted, “I’VE BEEN TAKING BIRTH CONTROL PILLS SINCE I KNEW THAT WE’D BE DOING IT NOW, SO STOP ASKING AND SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY!!!” His eyes widened in shock, trying to process what he just heard. Eventually, he recovered from his train of thought when he started to chuckle nastily, like a sociopath. “I had a feeling that she was the right doctor to have you checked by. That Dr. Ahn, always one step ahead…” Laughing warily, you reluctantly agreed with him, nodding by replying, “Haha, yeah… Right…”

You were about to release him from your embrace so you could get the shampoo and wash your own hair yourself, but you didn’t notice that his other hand already got a hold of your bicep from underneath the cloudy, saponaceous water. You tried to tug your arm away from his grasp multiple times, but to no avail, you were indeed stuck. “So, (Y/N)…” he calmly said, in a slow interrogative tone, “You mentioned something about… taking birth control pills…?” Oh no, I don’t like the way he’s speaking to me. You replied with a prudent, “Y-yeah…?” Gun’s eyes loomed over you, shooting your eyes with great ferocity. “And you mentioned that you KNEW that 'we’d be doing it’…? Did whatever I heard… sound correct to you…?” You nodded once more, while silently praying in your head that he’ll let go of the subject soon. “Yes…?” Gun stared at you in such an intimidating fashion, that you were afraid that if you cut the eye contact, then he’ll eventually pounce. Your heart began to palpitate quickly, increasing in pace as every second passed by. Not once, did you part from his eyes. You didn’t know how long he was silently peering at you in such a fearsome way, but you could’ve sworn that you felt a trickle of sweat dripping from the side of your temple. Or was that just a drop of water? You couldn’t tell.

Finally, Gun broke the uncomfortable silence as he said lowly, “If you were taking it all along, then why didn’t you bother informing me of this sooner? I thought you said that you trusted me.” An apologetic expression formed on your face as your heart sank due to the guilt that you felt from the sign of disappointment coming from the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry, Gun. I didn’t tell you, not because I wanted to spite you. God, of course not. It’s because you already had a lot going on in your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you anymore with my own health or else it’ll just bring you down. Dr. Ahn mentioned some side effects from the medication that I’m taking, but don’t worry. I’m okay! I thought you must be stressed these past few weeks, so I wanted you to focus on your work and on the plan that you have regarding me helping your future successor. Also, you’re right. I should’ve told you earlier. I’m really sorry…” Listening to your apology, only made him adore you even more. Gun thought, how can someone be so selfless for him? He doesn't understand. “(Y/N), you fool. How can you put my issues first, rather than your own health?” He didn’t realize how pressuring it was for you to keep your own issue to yourself, which caused him to shroud his arms around you, holding you dearly within his embrace. “Gun…” A comforting smile displayed on your face, as you buried your face into his chest. Hugging him back tightly, you felt his chin rest on top of your head as he explained, “I want you to know that it’s my responsibility to watch over you. After all, you’re not just my masterpiece who I’ll sculpt with my very hands, but you’re now considered to be my partner. Remember, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Thankful for his support, you snuggled against him contently. The benevolence sensed between you two was already plentiful. As you were caught in the hushed moment of Gun’s comfort, you were piqued by an unexpected, “Although…”

Although…?

You felt Gun’s chin pry from the top of your head. With worry, you pushed yourself off of his chest lightly, then sloped your head up to link with his eyes. Oh, god. Right when you laid your eyes on him, your heart began to race restlessly. Those eyes… It was those eyes again. The ones that made you weak and helpless. The eyes that made you shrink back into such a feeble state, that you knew that you couldn’t escape from him even if you wanted to. Those nefarious, dark eyes of his… now belonged to a beast. A merciless monster who had captured the prey that belonged only to him. Trembling in his arms, you called out to him nervously. “G-Gun…?” His hold around you exponentially grew even tighter, straining you in his arms. “Gun! What the hell-“ He didn’t let you finish your sentence as he forced his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. His tongue played with yours, sucking and biting onto it lightly, generating a groan from you. You placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away, but your strength wasn’t enough to get him off of you. Immediately, his mouth bolted away from yours, leaving you gasping for air as if he just sucked the life out of you. Panting madly, you frowned saying, “W-what… the FUCK was that for?!”

“This is the start to your punishment.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up, appalled by his response.

“I’m… sorry?”

Gun’s mouth shaped into a perverse smirk, turning his whole entire countenance into one, that belongs to a dashing villain. Reeling you back onto his body, his arms remained blanketed around your figure. Domineering himself onto you, he smothered his lips onto your neck, kissing you temptingly which provoked erotic moans to leave your mouth.

“Gun, sto- Ah~!”

Feeling his hot breath on your skin, he murmured “Do you really want me to stop here, with our little operation underway?” Scoffing, he progressed, “Hah, my naughty girl. I won’t do that to you, no… You KNEW that we’d be doing this, right? You even said it yourself, don't deny it. If you knew, then I would gladly do you the favor and make it happen for you. You know, I’d grant you whatever you want. However, this time, I think you’ve sinned too much (Y/N). Now, that won’t do. I think, you deserved to be punished. Yes, that is what I shall do for you…”

As Gun continued to ravish your neck, you closed your eyes then turned your head away from him, trying to withstand his diabolical punishment. Biting your bottom lip, you silently squealed at the way he was kissing and licking your neck. Oh god, how far is he willing to go with this?

“Learn how to resist temptation, (Y/N). If you still can…”

Gun’s cold laughter echoed loudly, reverberating around the room in all its thundering resonance. This jackass can just go fuck himself. He’s obviously having fun, torturing me right about now. With one final prayer, you gritted your teeth while you chanted in your mind desperately…

Dear God, please give me the strength to get me through this… Ugh, why did I have to fall for such a cruel man?

[End of Ch. XII]

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I'm tired! So no gif! Slim month for reading, but I did some neat crafts and made great progress on Secret Knitting Project I. Kicked some ass at Project Sekai, started rewatching Leverage, life goes on.

The Foxglove King by Hannah Whitten ⭐⭐ - A strong start, but it quickly went downhill once we got to the court. It was boring, everyone sucks, and the magic is not as cool as it originally seemed to be.

Among Thieves by MJ Kuhn ⭐½ - I was SO hyped for this when it was released. It's been sitting on my shelf since because of who I am as a person, like an IMPOSTER. Took more than half the book just to get to the heist, and the heist wasn't even GOOD. Too many POVs, no one felt fleshed out enough, and the Secrets were just handed to the reader in the first third. It will no longer live on my shelf.

Mislaid in Parts Half Know by Seanan McGuire ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - not my favorite Wayward book, but still enjoyable. I thought it rehashed the ending of Antsy's last book a little too much, but it was nice to see more of her and go back to the Store. Also loved seeing Kade's Door and Cora's ending.

I have one (1) concrete book plan for April, and that's Midnight Riot by Ben Aaronovitch. Consider me successfully bullied (friendly). I very much want to finish Secret Knitting Project I so I can move on to Secret Sewing Projects and Momther's Blanket I'm still waiting on a few audio holds too, so that will be fun for crafting purposes. Haven't been in the mood to do much art, but I have some fun ideas for paint! Let's go!

#bookbird babbles #monthly wrap up #march wrap up #reading wrap up #books #booklr #idk gang its hard to read when everything hurts and life sucks lol #but i feel like i say that every month so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#anyway ive been using paint in piping bags with piping tips to make flowers its been neat #and by doing that i mean i did it once and bought stuff to do it again lol #i want to try to make lilies

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