#soooo tored today so this is all i could do

[exhaslo]

Ok ok soooo what if you did like a fasion designer y/n and she is helping Miguel redesign his suit then like as she is measuring him or something she notices he is hard and like ✨smut✨

Oh, reader will take the measurements alright. Hopefully they can remember it *wink wink*

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), slow sex, mirror sex

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"How did this happen?! I specifically remember both of us working on this suit, making it nearly impossible to tear!" You yelled towards a poor, nervous Peter.

"To be fair...It wasn't one of my villains."

"Oh? I'm sorry, I didn't know heroes could villain swap! Who the hell did you trade with? The Guardians of the Galaxy?" You scoffed, holding the destroyed suit in your hands.

"Easy, (Y/N), only I can bully them this much." Miguel said as he walked into your office, "You also have to remember, he's new."

"Which is why I helped him with the suit." You hissed lowly and tossed it back to the Peter, "You get to remake it. When done, I want to know who the hell you fought that tore the suit to shreds."

"..."

Peter kept quiet as he slowly made his way out of your office. The silence was more than enough for you to start assuming shit. Inhaling deeply, you walked over to your espresso machine and made both you and Miguel a cup of coffee.

"You know the work you do is above all," Miguel hummed as he took a seat on your couch. You gave him a pout,

"But it's never enough. How am I supposed to be helping you all make suits if they never hold up after a few fights?"

"They're not supposed too," Miguel reassured you, "Only special conditions like my original suit can withstand such events."

"But you won't let me touch the stuff."

"It's unstable for a reason." Miguel said with a heavy sigh and approached you from behind, "But, like everyone else. I need to upgrade my suit."

"Oh? No more blue and red?!" You gasped in shock, then grabbed his hands, "Ohhhhh, does this mean-"

"Yes, I'm letting you help me make a new suit."

You jumped with joy, nearly squealing at the thought of helping Miguel. The man liked to keep his toys to himself. That, and you would finally get a chance to measure him. There was a glint in your eyes as you observed him.

Miguel was a FINE man. Compared to all of the Spiders, he was definitely your type. When Miguel first approached you with the intension of making super hero suits, you nearly drooled at the thought. You loved a challenge.

And Miguel was your new target.

"So, when can I take the measurements?" You asked, handing Miguel a cup of coffee. Miguel raised a brow,

"I can have Lyla send them over-"

"Seriously? What the hell am I supposed to be here for then?" You huffed, giving Miguel a glare.

"Fine. Is tomorrow alright?"

"It's a date."

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Miguel was internally screaming as he sat in his office, staring at you on the cameras. The thoughts he had about you. The things you did to him. Miguel had a damn good reason why he never went to you for his suits. You brought out the worst of him.

Even now, the thought of you being up close to him was turning Miguel on. He was going to have to take precautionary measures in order not to lose control.

"Fuck."

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Today was the day. You had your morning coffee, your best outfit and your best panties attitude. No one was going to disturb you today. Your office was closed to everyone expect Miguel. This was the chance of a lifetime.

Getting your station and measurements ready, you just smiled from ear to ear. Your notepad was set aside, ready for you to take down Miguel's numbers.

"(Y/N)? Are you here?" Miguel asked as he entered. You hurried over and locked the door,

"The chance of a lifetime is mine. Get your ass up on my stage! We begin with your chest!" You cheered. Miguel resisted a chuckle as he took his shirt off,

"At least one of us is enjoying this."

You were giddy with glee as you approached Miguel. Your gaze against his chest as you started to take his measurements. You could not lie, being this close to him was driving you crazy. His cologne smelled so good too.

You hummed quietly to yourself as your fingers stroked his chest. Every now and then you grabbed your pencil and wrote in your small notepad. Moving down to his hips, you kept your focus. Miguel's body was just perfect.

"(Y/N)...Maybe we should take a break," Miguel grunted lowly.

"Not yet," You muttered.

Your hands rested against the rim of his pants, reading the numbers on your measuring tape. Adjusting the tape, you leaned down in front of Miguel and felt your face burn up. His hard erection was right in front of your face.

"Ah-" Your eyes widen and without thinking, "Should I measure this too?"

"If you want," Miguel whispered.

Both of you weren't thinking.

Your fingers gripped Miguel's boxers, slowly pulling them down. Your attention was focused on his large, thick cock. With a gulp, you grabbed your measuring tape and wrapped it around his meaty shaft. A shudder ran down your spine, before you checked the length.

"Is this...proper...length?" You whispered, your fingers wrapped around his dick, "Or should I-"

"You should," Miguel groaned lowly.

You could feel your heartbeat in your panties as you leaned towards Miguel's dick. Your tongue gently swirling around his tip, listening to his low groans and grunts. You glanced at the mirrors all around you, the sight turning you on more.

You were on your knees with Miguel's dick in your mouth. Inhaling through your nose, you leaned forward and started to suck his dick. Your hands resting against his hips as you bobbed your head back and forth. His thick shaft hitting the back of your throat.

Your panties grew damper as you felt Miguel's bitter precum start to go down your throat. His hands gripping onto your hair as he started to move your mouth faster. The sheer length of his dick was starting to burn your throat as you gripped his hips.

"Fuck, hn, (Y/N)!" Miguel hissed.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you tried to touch yourself. Unable to handle the burning sensation anymore, you pulled away from Miguel, panting heavy. Quickly, you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him.

Miguel was quick to follow as he nearly tore your pants, tossing them across the room. His talons ripping your panties as he started to rub his dick against your wet cunt.

"Hah~ You owe me...new underwear and pants now," You moaned, pressing your body against his. Miguel grunted as he pressed you against one of the mirrors,

"You wanted to take my measurements," He hissed, pressing his thick cock inside you.

"Hn~ Mhm~ Y-You wanted a suit,"

"I still do," Miguel hummed, sitting his dick nice and deep inside your tight velvet walls, "Do you still remember my size?"

"O-Of course!" You huffed, glancing at yourself in the mirror, "Y-You're way too big."

"Haha, but look how well you take me,"

A shiver ran down your spine as Miguel lifted your body closer to his. He spread your legs, allowing you to see his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. The sight alone was making you hot. With a slow thrust, you moaned, nearly shaking in his grip.

"Sucking me in so well," Miguel sucked against your neck as he continued his slow, yet rough thrusts, "This was why I didn't want you to measure me."

"Ah~ Ah~ Y-You should have, mhm~ let me, oh god~" You cried out, feeling yourself about to cum.

"You're right, I should have. Look at how perfect your pussy is sucking my dick in," Miguel grunted.

Turning your face to the mirror in front, you moaned as Miguel slapped his dick back inside you. Your eyes rolled back as you cam, crying out as he kept his slow thrusts. Miguel's hands gripped your breasts, pinching your nipples as he hummed against your ear,

"Do you still remember my measurements?"

"D-Deep~"

You trembled as your pussy fluttered against his dick. Miguel chuckled in response and pressed your body against the mirror, rubbing your clit as he moved even more slowly. You cried, begging for him to go faster.

"Not until you tell me my measurements."

"P-Perfect!" You cried out, moving your own hips, "S-So deep! S-So big ah~"

"Hm, good enough,"

You cried loudly as Miguel's pace finally fasten. His dick slamming against your cervix, causing you to cream and suck his cock more. Your body shaking as your juices started to stain your floor. Miguel grunted as he pulled you closer, reaching his own high.

"Want to watch me fill this pretty little pussy?" Miguel groaned. You nodded,

"Yes!"

Lifting you back up, Miguel held your legs open. His had you staring in the mirror with him, watching your own fucked out expression contort in pleasure. You gasped as Miguel pinched your clit once more, watching you cum against his cock once more.

You cried and leaned back, but Miguel kept your face towards the mirror. You gasped and moaned as he slapped himself once more inside you, filling you with his cum. Both of you took a minute to catch your breathe before Miguel set you down,

"Are you alright? Let me clean you up," Miguel said worriedly. You grabbed his hand,

"I may have forgotten your measurements."

"Oh?" Miguel said with a low chuckle. You glanced up at him, cheeks red with embarassment,

"I think I need a reminder."

"As many times as you need."

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I'll take his measurements any day. I mean hope you enjoyed!! Haha

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel x reader

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

In another life part 3

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: You tag along on a mission.

Warnings: Language and suggestive themes, violence against a curse

“Now just what is that smell?” Gojos head popped around the corner wall eyes glowing.

You smile awkwardly, “Hopefully that’s a good comment?”.

“If it tastes as good as it smells then definitely… you didn’t have to make breakfast though”.

“I wanted to, to thank you for everything you’ve done so far for me”. You smiled shyly while plating up a stack of 10 strawberries and cream French toast with white chocolate sauce and fresh fruit. A sickeningly sweet combo that was also one of satorus favorites.

He sat down at the table eyeing the breakfast in awe.

“So this is how she trapped me…”

“Huh did you say something?”

“Nope”

“Alright, dig in.” You set your own plate down, a couple plain pancakes with some fruit.

“Thank you for the meal”

You smirked to yourself when you saw him absolutely devour the meal out of the corner of your eye.

Yup, I know how to keep my transdimentional husband💅

“So what’s the plan for today?” You ask shoving a piece of strawberry in your mouth.

Gojo pauses and leans back arms crossed. “Well I do have some business to take care of with the students but after that I’m thinking we head back to the school and see what information we can dig up. So I’ll pick you up later I guess”.

“No way” you shake your head.

“Huh?”

“I mean there’s no way I’m staying here, I know it’s safe here because of the veil but I need to train! Who knows when Amomeeemo will show up again, I wanna be ready this time!”.

Is his name really that hard?

“Uh well I have no problem letting you tag along, can’t say I’m not curious to see your technique.”

“Great… oh but my clothes are kind of all curse gooed out…

“Oh right, give me a second”

*swoosh*

He didn’t even ask me my size- oh right, like he needed too…

*flashback*

“I swear I could go blind right now and be a happy man the rest of my life…” you turned meeting his glowing eyes as he leaned lazily on the wall eyeing you up and down.”

“Aw hey don’t say that” you turned back to stirring the eggs not knowing if the heat was from the stove or your cheeks

Last night was the first time you and satoru had ahem… canoodled and you were currently clad in one of his shirts loosely buttoned with nothing under.

“Soooo” you blushed feeling warm arms wrap around you from behind.

“Normally I’d ask how it was but judging by how loud you were last night I don’t need to…” he bit your ear, hot breathe on your neck making you shiver.

“Mmm cocky…it was fine…”you tried to sound annoyed but that was hard when your heart was going a mile a minute.

“Oh yeah? T-T-Toru ah ah please ah! sooo good I’m gonna cu-“ he mocked.

“AH STOP” you shoved him away embarrassed.

“Crap I burned the eggs!”.

“Here let me” he reached over for the pan with the biggest smirk and turned to the trash.

You the tomato turned away in a huff and sat at the table.

“How about we go out for breakfast? There’s this great place nearby, they make these soufflé pancakes that are just the best.”

“Well I would say yes but I kinda don’t have any clothes since someone tore my dress last night…”

“Oh don’t worry, I already got you new clothes~” he threw a bag your way.

“You did?” Huh!?

Bersace? And is this real Jucci!?

“Ah Toru you didn’t have to buy such expensive things- wait how did you know my size?” You quirk a brow holding a bra up with your pinky.

“Oh please, I have six eyes, I knew all your measurements the day I met you”

“Ew that’s so creepy…”

“Well I can always return the stuff-“

“N-no it’s fine, thank you Toru” you shyly approach him and kiss him on the cheek.

“Hmm you call that a thank you?”

“S-shut up I’m not used to this…jerk” you turn to leave embarrassed.

“Aw did I make you upset baby? C’mere…” his impossibly long arm wrapped around your waist and brought you back to him.

You could see that familiar look in his eyes..

“W-what about breakfast..” you gulp averting your eyes.

“Hmm m’kinda hungry for something else now…” he whispered in your ear…

*Flashback end*

*SWOOSH*

“Huh what’s wrong with your face??”

You quickly fixed your expression, “n-nothing just thinking… those for me?” You pointed to the bag he was holding.

“Yep, you’ll have to make do until we go shopping” he handed you the bag.

“Make do with designer clothes? I think I’ll manage” you smirked pulling out an outfit and seeing the label, *Louis Button* still has the best taste huh?

“Thank you baby they’re gorgeous…”

“…”

“Ah-! Crap s-sorry” ugh so embarrassing.

He just tilted his head in amusement. After the initial weirdness wore off he was finding himself enjoying this now.

“I’ll go change..” you rush off into the room and slam the door.

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“Gooood Morning students!” Gojos cheery mood was a stark difference to the kids who looked ready to kill him.

“You said we were meeting in Roppongi!!”

“Yeah what’s up with that!?! This place sucks!”

“Did you guys actually believe him…”

Gojo claps and side steps to reveal you.

“Oh hey it’s you.”

You wave shyly at the group who scrutinizes you.

“Well everyone allow me to introduce you to y/n! She’s from another universe but one where she knows everyone, freaky right!?”

“Are you joking? No way that’s true”

“We literally saw her fall from the sky, is it really that hard to believe?”

“Well… ok then if you really do know us then tell us some things about us.”

You thought for a moment.

“Things.. um well Yuji likes girls like Jennifer Lawrence… Nobara wants to be a fashion model… and Megumi is allergic to cats..”

“Well she’s right…”

“So weird…”

“Hey so you a sorcerer or something then?”

“Mm kinda? I help out occasionally but I’m mostly only good at barriers and seals. I can excersize low level curses though.”

“Or keep them as pets.” Gojo mumbled.

“So how did you-“ the kids are abruptly cut off by a loud clap.

“Alright guys, you’ll have all the time in the world to question later her but first, we have a special grade to take care of!”

“Oh right..”

Gojo led you all to what appeared to be an old abandoned warehouse.

“Ew it smells..”

“Hey why don’t you put up the veil?” Gojo said over his shoulder.

“Oh uh sure.” He probably curious to see my techniques…

“Emerge from lightness brighter still…” you make the hand sign and feel the energy curse through you.

“Huh?”

“What in the sailor moon school girl shoujo was that?” One exclaimed!

“What do you mean?” You furrow a brow watching as your veil encompasses the area perfectly.

“Your veil, the speech, heck even the color of it, what gives??”

“This is how everyone does it...?” You cock your head. Is this not how they did it?

“So weird..”

“Um so anyway… let’s go” Gojo leads the group again inside the building.

You enter a large dusty and dark room, with one flickering light illuminating the space.

“So creepy…” you comment glancing around wearily.

“I definitely feel a strong presence..” Yuji commented kicking away a moldy piece of… whatever that was..

Suddenly Gojo stopped and motioned forward with his head, “Go on, I’ll stand back here unless you really need me”.

The kids stepped forward, you hung back as well. You wanted to train yes but didn’t want to get in the way of their lesson.

A scurrying and squeak had you shrieking and suddenly launching yourself onto Gojos arm unconsciously stepping up on his shoes so the offending animal couldn’t get you.

“Ew ew ew so gross” you held on tight until the rat was out of view.

“Ah! not again!!” You jumped back off in a fluster of apologies and embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize, I’m honestly finding all of this funny now.”

“Don’t say that….” You mumble mortified.

*Crash*

“Ah there it is!” Suddenly a giant grotesque spider looking curse swings down from the ceiling. You see the kids a little ways ahead get into position.

“I know they need to get stronger but I always hate watching them fight…” you sighed a bit sadly. Gojo couldn’t protect them forever but you wish he could..

“You care about them a lot huh?”

“Of course I do, they’re basically family…I wonder how they’re doing… they have a tournament coming up soon too.. winner gets promoted to first grade.”

“Oh? They choose like that?”

“Yeah, but I think it would be-ah! S-should we help them?!” You cried out watching the spider thingy wrap them up in webs.

“Nope not yet, have faith in them.”

“I know I just- ah I can’t watch!” You turn around covering your eyes.

Huh? A cold feeling washed over you all of the sudden. Slowly you looked up and eyed the ceiling carefully. You felt it before you saw it, a giant ball of spider saliva shooting your way.

Your right hand moved on instinct, swiping across your body whilst releasing a burst of energy that acted as a shield. The saliva sputtered on the ground melting and sizzling.

“Ah so you do have some skill after all.” Gojo said directly behind you.

The jerk, he could’ve warned you!

“Why don’t you take care of this spider for us? You said you needed training right? This one is a lot weaker than the one the kids are fighting.” Gojo smirked.

Ugh why did I say that??? Spiders are so creepy ew..

“S-sure” you shivered in disgust as the being spiraled down from the ceiling.

You swiped your right hand out again and this time let the energy form in your palm. When it was adequate you pushed it in the direction of the curse.

Crap it’s fast… you dodged another saliva attack with your shield and rethought your strategy.

Instead of aiming at the curse you aimed at the Ceiling above it.

*Rumble* *Crash*

*SCREEEEEEEECH*

You winced as the ceiling caved in and smooshed the spider under it to the ground.

You took a few steps back watching the pile carefully.

You charged a different, more powerful blast in your palm and waited.

…..

…..

…..

“SCREEEEEEEECH”

The pile erupted and you readied your hand. You totally got this.

The curse was quick to set its 100 eyes on you and make a dash.

Ok ready to hit it in three, two on- huh? Ah

Suddenly a flash of heat washed over you and your vision blurred.the spider was suddenly tilted in your eyes.

*swoosh*

“Uh hey you ok?” Your view was changed to silvery white locks hovering over you.

Gojo frowned holding you in his arms

“You were doing good, what happened?”

You used a hand clutching his chest to hold yourself steady in his arms. “Frgot mm pills”

“Huh?” Oh right. Your Satoru did mention something about iron pills. Guess I should’ve taken it more seriously…

“I’ll be fine… just stop spinning for a second” you frowned.

“I’m standing still…”

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“Sorry for the trouble…” you were currently sipping on some juice in a nearby cafe with Gojo. A small bottle of pills by your hand.

“It’s fine don’t worry about it.” He waved dismissively.

“Besides, the pharmacy was by this cafe which happens to be one of my favorites.”

“I don’t think I’ve been here before… ooh they have matcha cake rolls, you know who’d love this place? Suguru, hes always hating on sweet stuff but this one doesn’t seem like it has too much sugar…”

“Hm? Oh yeah..”

Huh, there it is again, that weird feeling when I bring up Suguru.

Do I ask? No I shouldn’t right? Maybe I can ask the kids..

It’s nearing evening time when you and Gojo are making your way to the school. You asked him not to warp based on how dizzy you just were.

You subtly glance to the side, the setting sun illuminating his profile in a golden hue. He opted for his designer glasses today and man were you a sucker for them.

You remember the time you accidentally sat on one of his limited edition Lay Banz shades and he made you hold a funeral for them. Man what a goof…

“Uh you ok over there?” Gojo raised a brow hearing you snicker to yourself like a maniac.

“Yeah, just remembered something funny…”

He hummed and smiled. “Your smile sorta reminds me of something…just can’t quite put my finger on what…”

You smiled warmly, thinking back to one of your first dates.

*Flashback*

“Your smile reminds me of something…”

“Oh yeah? What?”.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I won’t laugh…” probably…

“My grandmother...”.

“Your grandmother? Why?”

Did you have an old lady laugh??

“Well when she smiled, everything around her seemed to brighten up.”

“….”

“Huh why are you so red?”

“Shut up.”

*end flashback*

“Uh oh you’re turning colors again, you’re not gonna faint again are you??” Gojo started fanning you.

“I’m good I’m good-“ you smack his hand away laughing.

“Did I mention you’re kinda weird?”

“Well Excuse me, I do not take insults from someone who organizes their sun glasses by, and I quote, “Cold, Warm, and Horny” like I still to this day don’t get what that means!”

“….you know too much…”

You give him a teasing smile, “I did mention we are married right?”

“So weird…”

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[chososluv]

Exactly what I was thinking when I said petty

100 PERCENT SATORU

And suguru would be like really irritated with you 🤭🤭🤭

ANONNNNN you’re so right. Satoru would literally pick a fight with you over something soooo stupid it could even be arguing about something as silly as the temperature outside like walk w me…

“It’s cold out here.” Satoru would say already amping up to switch replies if you agreed.

And with you being who you are in 30 degree weather (0 degree weather for the °C gang), you have to agree.

“Yeah I don’t know how I’m gonna survive this winter.” You reply to him all sniffly. You look at him, expecting him to agree but when you saw that glint in his eyes you knew he was about to start.

“Its not that cold you big baby.” He teases and you immediately shoot him a glare.

“Satoru, you just said it was cold.” You argue but he only shrugs

“I don’t know what you mean.” He smirks. You roll your eyes.

“Satoru I can’t fucking stand you”

“Good because I plan on bending that pussy over and fucking it over the couch,” Satoru turns his head to look at you before continuing, “so keep getting mad baby I’ll make it worth it in the end.” He finishes his sentence with grabbing your hand and kissing the knuckles. You can only sigh aloud as heat traveled from your face and between your legs.

The saddest part? You knew he was right about making it worth it in the end…

Now SUGURU? — you’re for certain picking the fights because whereas Satoru loves to fuck you when you’re pissed, you love to have Suguru fuck you when he’s pissed (and he can’t lie he loves it when you piss him off deep down for a special dick down). Again! Take a quick walk w me!

“Ru, baby can you hand me the salt out the cabinet.” You were cooking a meal after being away from Suguru all day. He came through the door a little tired but still slightly handsy on you but something about the way he looked today had you wanting him to fuck the life out of you.

So instead of asking, you did the following:

“Here you go baby.” Suguru says when he hands you the salt. You look at him, furrowing your eyebrows but only snatch the salt from him. He raises an eyebrow at your sudden attitude.

“Why you look like that?” You as him, feigning like you did nothing wrong.

“Nah nah why do you look like that?” He flips back on you sucking his teeth, “and snatching the salt out my hand like that whats wrong with you?”

“Aint nothing wrong with me you the one with the face all tore up.” You deflect back and Suguru doesn’t say anything immediately. When you feel his stare on you for a moment longer you look over at him to see him staring at you. A slow gaze all over your frame — taking in your thin cami and famous shorts that always slid up your ass. He wasn’t dumb. You only wore those shorts for him and when you were in that mood.

So instead of getting further worked up, he sucks his teeth and reaches towards the stove. Before you can even register he cuts off the burner, causing your head to look at him but he also grabs onto your arm. You look at him, seeing the annoyance over his face but that dark glint behind his eyes… you knew you succeeded.

“If you wanted me to fuck you baby all you had to do was say so,” he says darkly before grabbing onto your face and putting his thumb in your mouth, “now be a good girl and show me what this mouth can do other than being fucking mean.”

#anon i kinda went nuts pls keep sending me more shit also sorry it took so long for me to get back!! life ! i tell you ! #since i cooked a bit lemme tag fjshkssj #✉️‎♡‧₊˚from.anon #༉‧₊✉ ❀༉‧₊˚. riv.mail #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: 🔮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: 🫐 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk smut #jjk x black!reader #𝐑𝐈𝐕.𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

[lola-lightwood]

EvaJacks Fic - Deleted Scene 🦊

soooo remember when Jacks and Eva are leaving the Fortuna house...

We get to see their carriage ride to the Fortuna house but not from the Fortuna house. So, I wrote something that I thought could go down :))

Mostly Eva POV but some Jacks POV at the end. 

These are Jacks last words to Eva before this scene:

“You’re getting better at the meanness, Little Fox. But you have to have a working heart for it to break. I do not. I can keep Apollo under this spell for eternity. So you can either marry him and save him from a life of misery, or you can try to prevent a dusty prophecy that you don’t even understand.” 

Evangeline’s mind whirled over Jack’s last words. Would Jacks really leave Apollo to suffer if Evangeline didn’t marry him? His smile when he spoke had seemed cruel enough. Evangeline decided she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t think she could live with the possibility of Apollo being heartbroken forever…and all because of her.

Evangeline picked at her nails, dutifully ignoring Jacks across the carriage, even as her thoughts strayed in his direction. What could Jacks want with her and the Valory Arch? The Matriarch seemed fearful that Evangeline would fulfill the prophecy. Strangely fearful. So much so that she’d broken from the spell of Evangeline’s kiss. Evangeline couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach that she was falling right into Jack’s plans. It felt like hanging off a cliff with a dark abyss under her. She could feel a terrible fate coming but couldn’t seem to figure out what it was or how to get out. 

She stole a glance at Jacks. Her eyes widened in surprise as she found him already looking at her. Something tingled in her stomach and traced its way to her hand in a delicate dance. 

She hadn’t expected to find him staring at her. Even after the events of today, Evangeline couldn’t stop likening Jacks to a tortured but breathtaking angel.

“Staring at me again?” Jacks crooned.

“You were staring at me first.” Evangeline pointed her finger at him. Jacks finally tore his gaze from her eyes to glance at her pointed finger. He smirked and spoke again.

“Little Fox, I was merely observing. I wouldn’t stare at the future princess of the North. You’re promised to another.” 

“Only because you’re forcing us to.” She retorted.

“Yes, that is true, isn’t it.” He murmured so low she almost couldn’t make out the words. Maybe she imagined them because his next words carried his arrogant, cold tone. 

“Amazing how quickly you moved from your ‘true love’ to another man. Richer and handsomer.” His cruel gaze slid to her. “I suppose that’s all it takes to pull your gaze.”

The heat rushing through Evangeline switched from delicate dancing to a raging bonfire. Jacks would think the worst of her. She’d lost Luc twice and was heartbroken over it. Ending up as Apollo’s fiancé had never been her plan. She was just making the best of her situation. 

“You’re being cruel again, Jacks.”

“I’m just considering the facts. Not even a few months difference. Do you even know what heartbreak is?” Jacks continued. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I was hurting.” She wouldn’t let him tell her differently.

“Then you have a misguided definition of love and loyalty. True love doesn’t look like that.” His tone was cool, guarded and emotionless, just like his expression. And those words hit a truth Evangeline didn’t want to admit—that maybe Luc didn’t truly love her.

“Just because you’re loveless and broken, it doesn’t mean you have to throw it onto other people.” Evangeline retorted. She was tired of his cruel, too-close to-the-truth words.

 But Evangeline’s fire burned away when she saw his eyes flash with pain. He covered it up quickly. She doubted she would have seen it if she hadn’t been looking straight into his eyes. Once she voiced the words, she felt inexplicably sorry. Even if he was harsh to her, she hadn’t meant to hurt him. Honestly, she didn’t think she could. 

“Jacks.” She spoke his name softly, her tone apologetic. 

“Little Fox, I couldn’t—“

“No.” She pushed a finger up against his mouth. Gosh, this finger had a mind of its own today. How she ended up with her hand on his lap, her finger against his lips, and her body leaned halfway across the carriage she had no idea. She was almost afraid to meet his gaze. So she focused on where her finger laid against his mouth. 

He hadn’t so much as breathed and neither had she. She let out a shaky breath. 

“Don’t reply with another cruel response. We don’t need to be mean to each other.” She spoke to his lips. “I’m sorry.” 

She finally raised her eyes to meet his. 

Those eyes. 

The arresting blue held a shocked expression. A small part of her rejoiced that she’d surprised him. But another part wondered at the other half of his expression that was almost vulnerable. Like she’d surprised him so much that the walls around his being were still slowly building up. His lips twitched beneath her fingers, drawing her gaze back to them. 

His full lips were flushed, promising and just perfect. Without a smirk or a cruel smile, Jacks looked like the definition of kissable. Then, she had the terrifying thought that it’d be so easy to just close the last few inches. The thought of tasting him and pulling him close brought a brilliant flush to her cheeks. Even for a moment, if she could forget his curse and kiss the cruel outer layer away.

When she raised her head, she found him staring at her—but not her eyes. Far worse, he was staring at her lips—as if he was considering the very same thing. 

And then she was falling into his lap. 

The carriage had lurched to a stop pushing Evangeline completely on to Jacks. Her hands bracketed his face on the back wall and her face fell on to his shoulder. 

But her legs…

Evangeline realized in horror that she was halfway on to his lap with one leg tangled in his. “Oh gosh, I…” She began to leave the precarious position when the carriage began again and threw Evangeline off balance. She would have fallen backwards onto the cushion if Jacks hadn’t grabbed her waist with both hands, pulling her tightly to him. 

Now, she was fully on his lap. Evangeline was raising her head to look at Jacks, almost afraid of what she was going to see in his expression, when the carriage lurched to a stop again. This time, Jacks’ arms saved her from falling. She was vaguely aware of some noises outside the carriage. She may have even heard her name. But she couldn’t focus on anything else besides Jacks cold but firm fingers holding her in place on his lap. 

Well, until the carriage door was thrown open and the bright afternoon sun filled the space. The light temporarily blinded Evangeline from seeing the figure standing at the entrance. This person had the largest bouquet of flowers she’d ever seen and…oh my god it was Apollo. 

A gasp left her mouth as she pulled herself harshly out of Jack’s cool but oh so inviting body. 

“Apollo! It’s so good to see you.” 

“Is it?” Jacks murmured to her left. 

Apollo looked lost for words. He seemed to be struggling between a happy smile at seeing Evangeline and a confused expression at seeing her wrapped around Jacks.

Evangeline stuttered through her words. “This…I wanted to…”

“It seems my carriage driver is in need of better control.” Jacks finally stood up and brushed off his knees. He met Apollo’s gaze with a confident smile. “It took a lot of my effort to keep her safe, for you.” He added with a gesture in Apollo’s direction. “Now, if you’ll take your fiancé from my presence, I’ll be off on my way.”

Apollo seemed to think that was a suitable answer. His expression lifted and filled with a brilliant smile. Evangeline couldn’t help giving one in return. Truly, this man looked at her as if she was his universe. If only his feelings could be real. Deep down that was what she wished for. A love that was steadfast and honest.

As Apollo lead her back towards the castle grounds, Evangeline turned to look at Jacks. He leaned against the carriage toying with a bright red apple she hadn’t noticed before. He seemed calm but even in that tiny glance, Evangeline could tell something was bothering him.

Just then, Jacks head rose and met her gaze. He allowed a small smile to show on his lips. Evangeline felt it was the most genuine thing Jacks had ever given her. Too bad it was short lived. 

“I have the most perfect dinner planned.” Apollo tugged on her hand firmly. Evangeline turned around to plaster a thin smile. She couldn’t muster the words or energy to reply. There’d been too many revelations today.

~~~ Jacks

Jacks toyed with the apple in his hands, needing to fidget to counteract his thoughts. He’d lost control of the drivers today. He couldn’t tell whether it was a slip in his concentration or a weakening of his powers. It had never happened before. And for some reason, Jacks felt his Little Fox was tied to it. Perhaps, she truly is magical being. 

He glanced at her disappearing figure and immediately shook his hands, trying to rid the feeling of her body on his hands. She turned around then--looking for him--as her fiancé led her away. Jacks felt the corner of his lips lift. 

He couldn’t lie to himself. For a moment, he’d wanted to kiss her. He didn’t think much of it though because it had been happening to him for years. Any girl he found remotely attractive, he’d be persuaded beyond reason to close the distance. The hardest part was knowing he could make their dreams come true. His kiss would always enchant them, leaving them with a feeling of bliss and happiness like no other. And, in that carriage, he wanted to give that to Evangeline.

Except she would die. And that’s usually what stopped him from giving in.

No, this interaction wasn’t odd. She was just…attractive. Anyone could see it in those bright blue eyes and soft pink curls. Perhaps, her strive to see the good in people is also endearing for some people. 

As he pushed himself into the carriage and commanded the drivers to move, he lost himself in their previous conversation. He hadn’t meant to be so cruel. He had lashed out when it wasn’t even true. Her only crime was caring for someone who didn’t give her the love she deserved. 

Jacks ran a tired hand over his face and hair. He had other things to focus on. Today was a complete disaster. The Little Fox found out more information about the prophecy and Jacks knew her curious mind would not let go of this inquiry so fast. But, if she married Apollo then everything would be on track. And with her golden heart and his threats, he had little doubt she would.

#evajacks #jacks pov #evajacks fanfiction #tbona #stephanie garber #ouabh #fanfiction #evangeline fox #jacks x evangeline #prince of hearts #The Ballad of Never After

[supernovaa-remnant]

Potentially found a madduo song??

https://open.spotify.com/track/32m27pGs3YPYuGgHtGpkBC?si=yE3EBHT8SaKUWwgLkgna-w&utm_source=copy-link

I've had this in my playlist for a while now but only now did I think about the lyrics

asjdhfhgjhdkjshjh sorry for answering this so late I didn't have the chance to sit down and listen to this song until now

originally I was planning to show specific lines that fit, but it actually all fits???? wait this is such a good find. actually I still am gonna talk about specific lines (w/ an ungodly combination of relating it to canon and headcanons and aus)

What you want to do tonight? // I got wounds to lick in life

thinking about madduo on the train out of limbo and upon return to life they will both be apart with different issues to deal with, but for a brief moment there's an escape from hell (the hell of pandora's vault and the hell of coming face to face w/ the consequences of actions made in life)

This tie could invert to be a noose instead

madduo is so so so destructive. genuinely, in canon they are so bad for each other, but it's so fascinating. they're each other's downfalls but they also have the potential to be each other's saviors.

It's too late to say you're sorry // Say you're sorry still

wilbur was the catalyst for dream's entire arc. it's too late for sorry to really mean anything, but that doesn't mean it's not worth it. thinking about how madduo tore each other down but they could've also built each other back up... the potential they had will never not make me insane, but also somehow it makes me more interested... will make a post one day about madduo and the concept of a narrative and how that haunts their dynamic

To bail you out again

I will one day make an entire post over the fact that wilbur didn't break dream out of prison, but that day is not today

This town is only gonna get worse

this makes me think about l'manburg and the greater smp and how both are representations of wilbur and dream respectively. l'manburg made things worse and that spread throughout the greater smp... in many ways, wilbur and dream are central parts of the entire story of the dsmp

asldkjhgsjhkhjdhgkdks they make me feel so many things I am rotating them and spinning them in my mind soooo hard rn they are such an interesting dynamic sometimes I cannot believe they're not more popular

we should all make a collective madduo playlist actually

#I would say more but atp my thoughts have spiraled into incoherence I fear #madduo #stella answers #sioster

[only-lonely-lovers]

08.05.2022

tags: intercrural, rough sex

notes: there's a bit of a silly prelude, then devolves into a more severe AmaTsuka scene. this is PART 1, the rest continues in PART 2.

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

つ：my little background visual in my brain is. amane fucking tsukasa's thighs. i wasn't even trying to… imagine this. i was just incidentally mentioning it as a concept while trying to make my point earlier…. but since then its been like. oh… wait…. i… didn't think about this…. yet…..

あ：……… the. how serendipitous. this is literally where i've been at today What positions………

つ：falling asleep I'm like ah….. [envisions it]…… hmmnrnr tsukasa on his back w legs up…. playfully. escalating to sortof pushing knees to his chest and fucking downwards…..

あ：what the hell literally this is the same as my mental image… I doodled tsukasa in kimono only the other day and i was like mrahhg………..

つ：starting with the distance of legs up…. sortof kept at bay… held by, calf, or ankle, or something… maybe a hand lower to stabilize. but eventually wanting to rut harder… and if its against his chest, cock can also contact like, stomach area… as well it would then mean he will come right against his kimono front…. which is such a visual. only when tsukasa unfolds like a chair will it be like…. ah came all over, his stomach+thighs. arugurghg

well. I'm glad I cursed us both. in my attempting to vent about things. I remembered thigh fuck exists.

あ：[my brain steaming like fish since remembering it as an option]

つ：its a good way to feel like…. someone is just being used.

あ：I still be thinking about this drawing

It's one of those. like. urghhhh. I'm thinking about ittttt

つ：temptressssssss you create a situation where nene and tsukasa could both be on back legs up thighs exposed to torment amane💢

あ：make a guy SO angry like ough. fuhrhgjkflds dh!! F!!!!!!!!!!

つ：tsukasa is like hey nene do this with me watch like this

あ：this will be fun. tehe ❤️

つ：amane: ohhhh i'm so mad. about you tsukasa… i'm going to fuck my girlfriend and NOT you so i wont be so mad i'll just-- i'll just come so much from her, PUSSY, thank you [spongebob voice] I don't need otherwise

あ：THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but like the humor that amane cannot fathom in fucking nene soooo hard in situations like this like make her pussy bleed To her its just like jesus

つ：ah no. the. it like bleeds into her. its like she absorbs the tsukasa fuck spiritually she has to take both. i'm sorry girl. he really should space these things out. tsukasa simply eats the energy from the air like a filter feeder. absorbs the excess stink

あ：[grabs her throat as a result of this all] moouuu yamete kudasai. PLEASE JUST HAVE SEX WITH YOUR BROTHER AS WELL like the sex is good my love but doesnt it seem like …. you could just have sex with both of us

つ：as a result of this you've harmed nene enough she can't fuck you for days after. tore something

now what. we'll. just play. cards. [everyone just sitting around for 3 days playing cards]

あ：i think sometimes its like, nene has a bruised and sore throat and torn pussy and is limping [cards shuffling in the silence] again aoi is like: honey. get help

つ：like hanako-kun i can't go home like this multiple days in a row…. we have to take a break….! ok…. for real

あ：I can't risk my parents seeing this… UNDERSTAND!! the idea of tsukasa just kind of silent through this all like not even saying anything. but like :)

つ：cards is fun (: wouhhh i won!

あ：n_n

つ：nene can't sit right. hisses if her ass contacts the floor.

あ：stuck like this all day

i was just staring at this animation earlier. but delighting in nene being trapped with this

つ：a useful visual

____________________

あ：sometimes i think about hanako hunting down tsukasa in the middle of the night in the school like a serial killer

つ：kl;jfkdl;gfl

あ：idk how else to describe it

つ：i will find you cursor. and i will eat you

あ：but yeah i think of hanako sometimes having to like. hunt down tsukasa. this thing where, like, by tsukasa respecting your space and not. being around you 24/7. means you do have to like go find him. our joudais bumping into each other or something

つ：ah its so funny for tsukasa to have laid bait out days ago…..

あ：

and then when i do i look like this

つ：what i'm gonna do to you i don't want nene around to see.

あ：mm…. yeah. she shouldnt see or hear this one

つ：thats when you know its gonna be (?) good (?)

あ：there are some things even tsukasa doesnt know❤️ anything could happen

つ：he just starts something. you never know. I'm sure sometimes it fizzles off. there is a more subdued version of this all where hanako really just nurses his ego for days and cuddles nene excessively and is sad he hurt her. and then there's versions its like 💢 why'd you…. why

wincing to see nene wince…. frustrated with. himself. remembering his own being rough with her… maybe taking a day to apologize to her… just. sorry….. I don't want to treat you like that…………………………..I'll work on it…. she's very pitying of him.

but what he means by work on it is like. fine. I'll release the demon, away from her, … sometimes. … I can't let it build up to this… level…..

あ：I think sometimes it can genuinely feel… mmm triggery, trigger-lite, stomach twisting in having let feelings reach such a state. Truly at war with own sadist brain, I think it feels so good in the moment that it's difficult to observe the aftermath, again that feeling of 'what's wrong with me…' my delicate, alive, human girlfriend, why am I not more careful with her and mindful of her whole life. She's not like us crazy supernaturals rghhh… like I could for real damage her spine or something if I was careless. stupid. [bonk]

Some days, feeling like, "it's happening again." i'm watching everything line-up for it to happen again. Oh but in that case I think it's even more like… [wants to shake tsukasa like a ragdoll] hey. fucking…. watch it

つ：it is painful to reflect on enjoying and indulging self…. you look back on it and. you ARE. being selfish. Nene is foolish and patient…. too much so. you can't let her get away with putting herself in this position all the time…..

I think she DOES enjoy getting to 'access' that intensity, feeling like it's not 'exclusive'….. but she's also simply a human girl. its relieving it isn't only 'for tsukasa'…. b. but. my bones

あ：the price to pay is her bone health

つ：i always think of amane as refusing to do anything solo with tsukasa…. for a long time. like it's dangerous…. unwilling to be, alone with tsukasa, basically. it feels taboo as it is, in canon. its why i'm so curious about the liminal space of tsukasa poofing nene away and being there for even just a minute….

it feels like. he can't stick around. you know. as it is…. even in the threeway, I imagine the 'norm' is that tsukasa can show up during school hours, while nene is there, play around, and disappear when she does, leaving hanako alone. we aren't roommates. i go to my room❤️

seeking him out like a serial killer feels like hmmmmmmmmmm…..? a new event…. [feels like a kid in trouble…. 💔]

あ：Exactly, yeah, as I see it, Tsukasa is like <3 I will be in my roost… In most circumstance, i even imagine the very inception of it all has to be that Nene herself pursued drawing out Tsukasa and was the catalyst for more -- on his own, he's very good boy, stays in hiding in the broadcast room. Shh…..

In a way I think it would be a hack for Nene specifically to want to see Tsukasa, who himself would see no reason to deny her that. She's like his tether to this situation, Nene wants me here and Amane allows me here. hehueue

I do think it's like highly forbidden to be alone together, especially after school hours, even. like, platonically. which is why I really enjoy the vibes, whether it's them on the roof talking quietly or something like. Hanako menacingly drifting down the halls

It's… a Hanako submitting that he is about to do something crazy and he is walking towards something bad. Losing my mind doing something bad to myself etc

つ：a scant platonic moment on a roof, or something, extremely rare events… tsukasa would possibly observe amane wandering the halls at a distance. heke….? ooohh what's he looking fooooor….? [for a while a looney tunes bit]

[amane rummaging floating about looking around corners and tsukasa a few paces behind him around other corners like o.o] wow, he's really adament…! must be important

あ：He has this serious air about him…..

つ：I can't sit anywhere, he'll totally run into me and get mad. if i were stationary he would have run into me naturally… is he not realizing that?

あ：Supernatural loose in the school…?

つ：IS there something… i should look for something too ig maybe a thing…. a bugge

あ：[gets horny thinking about amane pausing and just saying, aloud: tsukasa.]

つ：yyheeaaaahhh i also. thought of th. the moment he even under his breath…. is like… uugh… sigh… tsukasa…… its like ‼️

あ：bring him to me.

つ：IT WAS ME????????????⁉️ why does he want to find me? naruhodo…. except not at all!

あ：the tsukasa with 0 memories

つ：well that explains why this is a never-ending goosechase. is it really for me, though…..❔ whai…. hmm… i guess i should let him find me…. maybe….. ……………………………………………………………… maybe i should wait to hear him say it again👉👈 just one more time…!

あ：this is what it feels like to be like . ugh. beckons my brother to rape him

つ：ah. he

gets gooooosebumps hearing Amane call his name a little louder… ah but it clearly comes out of him like pulling teeth… amane thinking, you better… show up…. before i lose all interest. ugh. i'm second-guessing, you know….

あ：Longer, more drawn out sigh. hands hooked behind back, working wrist

Like… come on. It can't be that I sank this low AND I'm going to get rejected. Get cold feet. I won't look at you for a month straight if you do this to me. I'll create a salt circle around the bathroom.

[thinking all of this…. tightens jaw.] [growls.] Tsuu. Kasa. [muttering] last chance.

つ：ah poor Tsukasa… would-- feel like-- he can't-- actually jump out at amane, or something, that would ruin this, he'll get mad.. reduced a bit to 4 year old brain. a little panicked like ahouuh wait how do i do it [executive dysfunction] h-how do i let him find me but not surprise him… UHM…-- I KNOW--- [PRETENDS TO FALL OVER IN THE DISTANCE AND CLATTERS DESKS ALL AROUND]

its so like if i run and tackle him he wont like that, and, he may stop looking soon, but i cant go and put myself into his line of sight,,, i need him to find me organically,, i need to pretend ive been, busy, ouuauahhh

funny to put amane in a situation anyway to have to like RUN TOWARDS jump out of bed.

あ：Yes fhdhgh… the funny thing is, for all of Tsukasa's overthinking, i don't think. Amane is thinking about it at all, it's like, [sees the flourish of hakama] [blood in the water style] [i fucking come at you]

(~link to PART 2 down here for convenience~)

#22 #ghosties #i #+

[panzerkatzee]

NaNoWriMo Journal Day VI

Soooo new day, new me…

At least, that's what I had to tell myself, when falling asleep last night. There was a mean thought spiral wanting to drag me down… but it kinda worked. I am feeling better again after waking up. So that's nice~

After the tub, I didn't write too much, which isn't really surprising. Hot baths tend to take my energy, yet they are important for me to relax and loosen my too tight muslcles.

Todays To-Do list, will be some house cleaning, to cut down on my efforts during editing. But luckily thanks to two insanely productive two days behind me, I don't have to hit a super high word goal any more~

But First… Daily Challenge. After writing a lot of dialogue yesterday, which is usually the part I feel almost as uncomfortable with as with action scenes, I decided, to go for some action again~ This time a chase ;)

Four hours later…

I am a bit drained, managed to write 1757 words today… but I wasn't expecting stellar numbers. My mind is a bit preoccupied and I stumbled a lot, when I had to research stuff, which tore me out of the flow… sighs

Soo… time for a break… good thing is, I still hit my daily goal, which has sunk to a bit below 1100 words a day… so I am confident, I will last through this challenge and definitely hit the 50.000 words within a month…

What I am more worried about, is that I won't be able to wrap the story up nice an neat in that amount of writing… so it's very likely I will surpass this number while working on the project…

The goal, in the end, is to write a book, that can stand on its own, to increase the chances of actually getting a book deal… but we'll see… For now, I wanna continue writing and fleshing out this story..

I forgot to post this yesterday….which is why I do this now… had a huge dip in motivation last night and drew a bit on a picture for a friend..

Sooo Song of the Day (yesterday) Taylor Swift - …Ready for it?

Why is it on the playlist? First and foremost… it has an ellipsis… And I personally love to use the … interchangeable with a comma too just place emphasis. Also the aesthetic of the music video is just EVERYTHING… I mean the cgi is a biiit cringe by now. Still when it came out it hit me with the weight of a freight train, because the way captured Taylor is swirled by all the lights at one point… I sweat that's an image I daydreamt of for at least a year or so before the video came out… and it is also a huge part of what inspired me to write sci fi in the first place… So yeah… Taylor Swift… she's awesome!

Pic by TheMotionStudios

Rika realised she was fucked, apporximately two seconds later. One second after the womans eyes had locked on her, half a second after she had recognised the Japanese dragon tattooed to the left side of her face, winding down from her forehead over the cheek and scar. She didn't even look for the eyes mods, indicated by inset power lines powerlines across the cheekbones, she admired at the bar. Nope, she just turned and ran. Legs pumping beneath her, skirts pulled up so they wouldn't tangle up and trip her. Pushing aside hapless pedestrians and evading automatic rickshaws, the redhead wound her way back through the crowded Kyoto streets, hoping to escape the pursuing enforcer. She hadn't even seen the enhance body move or make any sign of pursuit. But the prickling in her neck, the second wave of irritated shouts behind her, was indication enough. At a crossing, Rika took a sharp turn left, already feeling the burn of exhaustion creep down her legs and up into her chest. Her throat and lungs burned like fire and she could feel a metallic taste on her tongue. The fear kept her going, running, escaping. No telling what would happen, if she caught up. Maybe she'd be just shot, or pushed down somewhere, making it seem like an accident. She had seen something not for her eyes. And even if she wasn't going to say anything, all kids growing up around these parts of Nihon knew, the Shogunate wasn't trifled with. The fear of disappearing, of vanishing into the jaws of the dragon, of the world turning on, like she had never even existed in the first place, it let her push trough the pain, let her run, even in an unpractical gown, not minding the delicate hairstyle and the insanely expensive adornments, of which half had already been lost to the chase. Only when she recognised the street she was on, the familiar sign of Kamara's tea parlour, she allowed herself to slow. Enough to not crash right into the counter, when she bounded inside and evade the older woman in the process of serving tea to a group of customers, but not enough to pause and explain. "Rika? What th-" But Rika couldn't explain, she didn't even hear the last of the sentence, instead rushed on, up the narrow stairs, through the bedroom and out the narrow balcony door. Only when reaching the roof, hidden on the slope towards the backyard, she allowed herself to stop, lying down, feeling like her lungs had been exised with a blunt spoon.

#creative writing #nanowrimo 2023 #nanowrimo #sci fi novel #sci fi #writing #writing journal #writers on tumblr #taylor swift #Youtube

[mubal4]

The Journal Journey Part 74

 The last several weeks, maybe even months, I’ve been hearing a lot about accountability and transparency. For me personally, these are two attributes that have served me very well over the years. Now, for much of my life prior to embarking on this journey of growth and transformation these characteristics were missing from my life. It wasn’t until I realized I must take ownership of my life – mistakes, failures, and screwups included, and there is nothing wrong with being vulnerable; sharing my imperfections and insecurities – that I began the process of growing, letting things go, and truly moving forward with my vision.

 Today’s travels along the journal touch on many of these topics and is from May 2nd & 3rd of 2017!

 From Wayne Dyer:

-        “Do your actions arise from your heart or from rules?” – Are we operating based on fear or faith? Again, going back, I mostly had operated out of fear. That fear of failure, embarrassment, making a mistake, not being accepted! The bigger picture was not being perfect. I laugh now because it is soooo much more exhausting trying to be perfect vs. making the mistake, owning up to it, and growing from it. Easier to move forward through life that way than being concerned so much with screwing up. We are all going to do it so have the faith that you will learn from it, be better for the failure, and begin getting closer to that which you are supposed to be. Constantly operating out of fear really does prevent us from truly understanding who we are made of! That is acting from love.

 -        “Your past doesn’t have to dictate your future.” – This was a good lead in from above, I guess! Just from my experience the journey I was on back then could have, and I know it was, led me to a bad future and in a sense it did but fortunately I became aware of it, from many that I am grateful for. We are experience a bit of this with our eldest daughter who recently tore her ACL. She has been competing gymnastics for 12-13 years and the injury happened two days before her national qualifier, senior year. You can imagine the thoughts going through her mind and those that continue to come up. Will she ever compete again, and does she want to? These are all things that she must navigate and figure out. All said however, this injury doesn’t have to dictate how her future career in gymnastics may go. I think more importantly, at least to me, the fact that she did gymnastics for so long, doesn’t dictate who she will be in the future. Gymnastics, again, my thoughts, was something she did, it doesn’t define who she is. Yes, it has played a part in who she has become and the experiences and lessons she’s learned from it but not who she is. We do have the ability to change the direction, and outcome, of our journey – we must me willing to go through the process that it entails.

 Gary Vaynerchuk:

-        “Figure out who you are and don’t apologize for who you are. Keep working to become the greatest version of who you are.” – Obviously this looks different for all of us. I also think this evolves within all of us. Who we are today is going to be different than who we are 5 years from now and who we were 5 years ago. Matthew McConaughey has talked about that he is in constant competition with his future self. That is something that has resonated with me. It is that continuous improvement, always moving forward. I believe our search for the greatest version of ourselves is never ending; we should be looking to grow each day. I do however believe we must also take stock of our current self! Who we are, what we have, where we are at right now. Are we fulfilled with who we are at this current moment? In some instances, I am sure we are and in others, maybe we would like to be a bit different. Awareness is key and is good because if we are not where we are or who we are, we have that great fortune to change. My most difficult part was coming to the conclusion of who it is that I wanted to be. Now, there is no reason to apologize for that!

 Unknown:

-        “The road to success is through commitment.” – As I’ve mentioned, the word success is not one I love because it means something different all of us. However, the meaning of the quote is spot on. What are we willing to commit to? I do believe our limits are endless and where we typically fall short is not honoring those commitments. Sometimes we won’t even accept those commitments because the thought of staying true to them for long periods of time can be intimidating. We can tend to set these audacious goals and goals are good, but it is the commitments that are the most important. Those small, dirty, not-so-sexy things we must do when no one is watching in order to us to continue to make relentless forward progress. Going back to the above note, I believe being able to determine who it is that we want to be, right now with what we have, is a part of success. Honoring those commitments that got us to that point, another piece of success. Continuing forward working on growth and being that next best version of yourself, whatever that may mean to you, hell that is pretty successful!

 -        “When something is for you, there is a feeling deep down inside that will not allow you to let it go, it will keep you going.” – We may have heard stories, say for example, when a sports team or maybe an individual gets to what may be considered the top of their game, champions so to speak! I can remember many saying that “I ate, sleep, dreamt, and drank this for years! There has been a few times that I have experienced that feeling where I wanted something so bad that I was consistently on my mind. Not 24x7x365 but those moments when my mind may have been idle, this vision kept repeating itself over and over. What I think is wild is that the subconscious condition our mind is going through in that process. I sense, when we want something really, really bad – whatever that may be, our mind is constantly processing that idea; I think we are programming ourselves and, in a sense, leading us on journey that we have to experience, to become the person we need to become, to eventually realize that vision. Most times we have to do this ourselves and again, honor those commitments to get us there, but there are a few moments when, I think, we are guided by something bigger that helps us along the way. Possibly helping us figure out that who we are supposed to become?

 Going to end on these nuggets. No debrief or added commentary, just the original note because it resonated with me so much. It is great proof that our past doesn’t have to be an indicator of our future. These were beliefs I had and ones that I continue to work at each day to move beyond.

 “The core unrealistic beliefs that most people carry from childhood into adulthood that cause emotional disturbances.

-        I must perform well to be approved by any significant others in my life.

-        I must be treated fairly and if not then it is a catastrophe, and I simply could not bear it.

-        Conditions must go my way and if they don’t then it is horrible, and I will be distressed and unable to bear it.”

 #journaljourney #lovenotfear #youarenotyourpast #yourbestyou #honoryourcommitments

#journaljourney lovenotfear youarenotyourpast yourbestyou honoryourcommitments

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Goretober Day 28: Lost in the Catacombs

#art #my art #original art #traditional art #horror #skeletons #explorer #original character #goretober #goretober 2020 #soooo tored today so this is all i could do #i didnt want to miss a day but work was tough and long adn i had no ideas

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sincerely not. (17)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. profanity, explicit smut, violence, blood, injuries, illnesses, mentions of sexual harassment (not to reader)

notes. 14.1k wc. not the best written chapter n there are soooo many things happening at once, but pls enjoy it nevertheless! 3 chapters left :) thanks for the beta @kazbrkker n @https-inarizaki !!

series masterlist -> episode eighteen

…Pulse rate? 94

…Blood oxygen level? 96%

Surprisingly, for someone who had a sensitive heart condition, you were still a lot more energetic compared to your seemingly paralyzed husband who had sprawled in bed for the past hour. His chest rose and fell through heavy breaths, oscillating like a pendulum as he closed his eyes and succumbed to his fatigue. He wouldn’t have been in this pathetic state at nine in the morning if he didn’t insist on welcoming his birthday by receiving one of his ‘gifts’ to start the day. Because your generosity as a wife exceeded his expectations, now he could barely get up as exhaustion had finally caught up to him.

“Is your stamina weakening?” You lay on your side and propped an elbow on the mattress, staring at Satoru with a faint smirk resting on your lips. Your fingers traced his bare chest to feel every swell and dip on his muscles that were glistening with sweat.

He turned his head towards you, clearly offended by your assumption. “No, but you made me do all the work, pillow princess.” Your husband released a low groan from the soreness of his hips. “I came so much. I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“From cumming too much?” You chuckled loud enough that it echoed across the yacht’s master bedroom. You were about to poke fun at his ego, not until your eyes caught sight of the pink floral dress that he had easily discarded on the floor. You couldn’t help but frown after seeing how impossible it was to ever fix the dress back together. Perhaps you shouldn’t have seduced him had you known that he was going to act like a horny beast. “Hey, you ripped my favorite dress!”

Not just ripped it. He tore it apart as though you were a present that he wanted to unwrap with such eagerness on Christmas day. You even excitedly woke up at seven just to surprise him with that dress and it only ended up as nothing but a torn piece of clothing. Satoru, being the prick he was, hummed like it was no big deal. “You wore that sundress on purpose.”

“But you weren’t meant to rip it!” A small pout appeared on your face as you sat up and covered your breasts with the white sheets. “No more sexy time throughout this cruise.”

“What, wait!” Wide blue eyes looked at you in protest. “I’m gonna replace it. Just let me off this time.”

This wasn’t even the first time he had ripped your favorite dress off and you doubted that it would be the last, but despite your distrust, you reminded yourself that today was his birthday and it was part of his privilege to be spoiled by his wife. “Fine, but you’re getting me the same exact dress when we get back home.”

“Yes, I promise.”

The visible grin that tugged at his lips made your heart flutter and the blissful feeling only heightened even more when he pulled you to his chest so he could give you a soft, open-mouthed kiss. “Mmh.” His tongue was warm while synchronizing with yours. His heartbeat, slow and steady. His breathing, deep and restrained. Yours? The loud beep on your smartwatch was a sign for you to press your hand against his chest and pull away from your intoxicating make out session. “Satoru, wait. We can’t.”

“Wha—? I was ready for another round.” Disappointment laced his voice as he eyed how you sat upright again and turned off the faint alarm on your watch. Your husband then reached for your wrist to check your vitals on the small screen. “Your heartbeat. Shit, are you okay?”

Satoru didn’t waste another second on checking everything from your temperature, your breathing, to the color of your face. His reaction made you chuckle and had you gently pushing him off. “I’m fine. My heart’s pounding, but my chest isn’t in pain. Maybe our baby’s just excited because it’s daddy’s birthday.”

Although he wasn’t convinced that you were completely okay, he did place a hand on your belly and leaned forward to plant a kiss on it. “Really? Does my angel wanna greet daddy, hm?”

Cute. You ran your fingers through his white hair with the feeling of content bubbling inside your chest. How adorable would it be if your baby’s hair had the same color as his? It would look like you gave birth to a snowball. “Our munchkin’s telling you that it’s time to get up.”

“Ah… Are we in Okinawa yet?” Yawning, he glanced at the nearby window where you could both see the clear skies and the crystal blue ocean—a color reflective of the same hues in his eyes. It was amazing that you didn’t fall seasick throughout the trip to Ishigaki Island because you of all people would’ve been the first to have morning sickness.

“Yeah, we’ve arrived,” you confirmed, cupping his cheeks before giving him an affectionate peck on the lips. “Happy birthday, my love.”

Your husband smiled through the loving kiss. “Mm. Thank you, my wife.”

How did you even end up here?

Take a few steps back and recall the days that led to you and the birthday boy inside his luxury superyacht. Two days ago, you two spent the whole day shopping for the baby and your husband decided to show off and buy almost every single item he could see. All the clothes, all the toys, all the milk bottles, even the most expensive crib and strollers. That was how you realized that Satoru must truly love his child because he couldn’t hide his excitement at welcoming your precious baby into this world. At some point, you even teared up because you just couldn’t process that your husband was doting you with overflowing love and affection to make sure that your pregnancy would be physically and emotionally healthy for you. In his words, ‘a happy mommy means a happy baby’.

Well, just five more months and you would be ready to see your angel in due time. You could already imagine how hands-on your husband would be as a father and your heart felt full at the thought of Gojou kissing your baby’s small cheeks.

But back to your recollection of prior events, the trip to Okinawa was pretty much a last-minute decision after you shopped that day. Ever since you brought up the idea of chilling in a yacht with his best friends for his birthday, what you had in mind was just to spend a nice afternoon cruising across the Tokyo bay. You didn’t think that Satoru would go out of his way and bring his superyacht to Okinawa because of the subtropical weather there compared to the cold winter breeze back at home. Sagittarius people could indeed be very spontaneous and Satoru Gojou was the embodiment of it.

“I’m gonna change into my swimsuit,” you announced, separating yourself from your husband while he, on his own, was still in his ‘birthday suit’. His eyes followed your naked body as you walked towards the closet and reached for your swimwear amongst the row of other outfits that you prepared for the day.

And yet, he remained lazy in bed even though he showed curiosity from your actions. He must be wondering why you were planning to wear a swimsuit when you wouldn’t even bother swimming into the sea. “You’re gonna swim?”

“No, duh. It’s for Instagram.” You beamed, holding the garment and teasing your husband with it.

He crossed his arms. “You’re posting bikini pictures on my account so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Is he serious… “I think the whole world knows.”

“Not the guys thirsting for you on Instagram apparently,” he hinted and you weren’t oblivious to the fact that he always scrolled through the comment section on your photos to see if anyone was sending you both lewd or hateful comments. Thankfully, you have never been targeted by jealous fangirls even in the first few months of your marriage so you haven’t really had an experience in dealing with trolls.

You chose to ignore Satoru’s petty jealousy while you focused on wearing your Tommy Hilfiger swimsuit, checking yourself out in the mirror and quickly noticing the flaws on your face and unflattering body. “I’m getting uglier everyday!”

Just one look in the mirror and your confidence lowered down to zero. How does he even still smile at me in the morning when I look like this?

Hormones. Blame the hormones. The birthday boy was quick to finally get up from bed and slip into his underwear and swimming shorts. His expression was one that hinted how this mood swing was a regular occurrence in your household. “Says who? You’re the prettiest you’ve ever been,” he claimed as his hand touched your cheek while his sapphire eyes traveled to your collarbones, pleased with the map of hickeys he had left all over.

You allowed him to take the scrunchie from your wrist and pull your hair up into a ponytail. “I’m serious,” you silently whined. “My face looks swollen and my body’s losing its shape.”

“Still sexy to me.” After he skillfully tied your hair back, he soon crouched down to be at face level with your baby bump. “You hear mommy? Doesn’t she look beautiful everyday?”

His baby-talk never failed at melting your heart like an ice cube on a sunny day. How could you even make this about you? Today was his and his alone. You shouldn’t steal the spotlight even if your emotions may get the best of you because he was meant to have a stress-free birthday without having to constantly appease his wife. So in consideration for your husband’s special day, you pushed back any unnecessary temper and insecurities that you had by swallowing them down your throat. “Forget it. Let’s just go to the deck, please.”

A very obedient husband then held your hand, guided you out of the bedroom and headed into the walkway leading to the balcony. Immediately, the sea salt smell greeted your nose when you took a deep inhale and you felt refreshed after seeing the dome of jewel-blue skies that were of the same color as the sea. The sun was golden amongst the pillow of clouds and the waves were rippling gently to the soft blow of tropical winds. As far as you remembered, the last time you had been able to experience such a view was in Bora Bora which wasn’t exactly the happiest phase of your marriage, but you tried to bury the memory in your head as your husband squeezed your hand and brought it closer to his lips.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, soon kissing your temple. “I think the chefs prepared brunch for us.”

You tugged his hand and craved the briny taste of baked scallops and lobsters. “Seafood?”

Satoru adjusted the tightness of your swimsuit around your hips. “Yes, but not raw. You can’t have raw fish.”’

You sighed and looked at Mr. Nutritionist with your sad, puppy eyes. But instead of complaining about your inability to consume raw seafood because of your pregnancy, you shifted the attention back to the luxurious yacht that was big enough to fit thirty people on board. You remembered getting in this yacht before when his father celebrated his engagement with your stepmother-in-law, but that was way back when you were a teenager so you forgot how big the vessel actually was at daylight. It wasn’t like Satoru invited a ton of guests for this vacation, though. Aside from the crew, the people currently aboard his family’s superyacht only consisted of you, Gojou, Ieiri, and Getou.

Speaking of which, you saw Getou and Ieiri as you finally reached the cockpit and noticed how his hand was locked securely on her waist, his lips on her ear, and an undeniable intimate atmosphere surrounding the two of them. You and your husband froze at the unexpected sight, watching how they shared a cigarette where Suguru sucked the smoke out of Shoko’s lips before releasing it into thin air.

“What the fuck?” Satoru blurted out, eyes widening like he was scandalized.

You slapped his chest as soon as the ‘couple’ moved away from each other—or at least, it was Shoko who pushed Suguru off her. She even laughed it off and tried as much to redirect the attention away from them. You saw nothing, her eyes screamed. “Hey, birthday boy. Took you long enough to wake up!”

“I’ve been awake since seven,” he answered while glancing back and forth between Getou and Ieiri, forming a conclusion as to how he should feel about his two best friends possibly dating. Truth be told, you weren’t expecting it too but you would leave it for Shoko to clarify any misunderstandings.

Whatever it was that they had going on, she obviously wasn’t ready to disclose it so you clung around Satoru’s torso and distracted him from asking them questions. “I’m hungry,” you said, feeling his palm resting on your lower back. “We should eat first.”

An unfazed Getou was displaying a cheeky smile while he dragged his best friend into the dining area. “You heard her. Don’t leave Y/N grumpy.”

Just then, you traded looks with Ieiri who was already glancing at the love bites all over your neck, limning your cheeks incarnadine because you knew that she was aware of your recent sexual adventures. She didn’t hold back at shooting Gojou a look of disapproval, but chuckled nonetheless. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” She spoke like a doctor when she delivered the question.

As your husband pulled a seat for you, you faced Ieiri across the table with a smile while the two guys left to make special requests to the crew. “I’m doing pretty fine so far.”

Shoko nodded and sipped cold lemonade from the glass. “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle long distance trips. I’m glad Gojou chose to stay in Japan.”

“Where did you guys spend it last year?” you inquired out of interest.

“We went snowboarding in Canada,” she recalled the memory while slicing the bread for you like a caring mother. “It was for a whole week.”

You took a small piece of garlic bread and dipped it into the clam chowder before plunging into your mouth. The savory taste filled your hunger and Ieiri was smiling fondly to see how satisfied you were with the food. “So what was it like last year?” you continued. “Was Sera with you guys?”

You probably shouldn’t have asked because you were clearly digging your own grave. Shoko’s hesitance was enough to tell you that your husband did have an enjoyable time back then with his ex-girlfriend. “Yeah, she was. Nothing really significant, though.”

Still, for some reason, your curiosity still won you over. “Was he also clingy to her?”

How did he spend his mornings? Did they keep each other ‘warm’ since it was freezing over there? Was he as affectionate to her than he was with you now?

“Y/N,” Ieiri placed a hand above yours as if understanding the whirlwind of emotions that you were going through as a pregnant woman, “You have nothing to worry about. He looks happier now than he was last year.”

Sighing, you slumped on your seat and stared at the calm sea. “I just wanna make sure that I’m not falling behind or anything.”

“You’re way ahead, trust me. He’s almost worshipping you at this point,” she stated, finding the chance to change the topic. “Also, there’s something I need to tell you as your gynecologist so please have an open mind.”

You looked at her with pure, innocent eyes. “What about?”

At that moment, you knew that it was Dr. Ieiri speaking and not Shoko. “I know you’re in that phase where your sex drive is really high since it’s normal to experience an increased libido late in the first trimester. You’ll also have increased vaginal lubrication and a hypersensitive clitoris due to extra genital blood flow—it’s okay to take advantage of that and you can enjoy as much intimate time as you want. However, I just wanna remind you that you can’t take nitrates so continuous strenuous effort might pose a threat to your heart. I suggest you get Satoru to engage more in oral sex since penetrative sex requires more physical exertion on your end.”

Heat quickly permeated your cheeks after hearing the topic that she had just brought up. It never crossed your mind that you would be having this conversation with Shoko and it was funny how professional she actually was with it. She spoke like a true doctor as these conversations were fairly normal in her chosen career, but you were still feeling sheepish since she personally knew you. “Don’t worry, we’re being really careful and he’s always making sure that I’m comfortable when we do it.”

“I know.” She smiled understandingly. “Do you monitor your heart rate and oxygen levels whenever you do?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, I’m just not used to this either. I get so sexually frustrated and it’s like,” you hesitated, shyly lowering your voice down, “it’s like I always want him inside me.”

Ieiri’s eyes gleamed in humor. “I’m pretty sure he feels the same. Though I recommend that you get angioplasty as soon as possible. It’ll make your pregnancy a lot more comfortable.”

That reminded you… “Did the research go well? Do you think it’ll be a hundred percent safe?”

She leaned back on her seat as she responded. “Yes, there’s only a very slight risk to perform actual surgery. It will be more successful than not, and your baby will be unaffected.”

To live an angina-free life was what you had always prayed for and you were close enough to achieving it. The universe must be finally listening to your wishes knowing how difficult things have been for you because you almost believed that your situation was hopeless. If your mother could see you now, you wondered if she was watching you with a smile on her face. “That’s great,” you exhaled in gratitude. “I’ll speak to Satoru about it.”

“Speak to me about what?” The said husband returned to his seat, placing a hand on your lap as he looked at Ieiri in curiosity.

Meanwhile, Suguru had taken the chair next to Shoko before he focused all of his attention towards her. You’ve always suspected if he had been hiding his affections for Ieiri before, but the way his gaze fell on her just basically confirmed your previous suspicions. Getou and Ieiri dating? Strange, but not quite. When did it all start? As much as you were dying to hear their story, you figured that respecting their boundaries was more important in this situation.

“Nothing,” you replied, facing Satoru with a small smile. “I think I should get an ultrasound soon.”

Shoko’s face lit up at your proposal. “Visit my clinic when you’re free. We have to check if the baby’s healthy.”

Even if you round up every single employee in the Gojou Group, they would all say that Satoru was a strict, methodical boss who would not think twice about firing his staff if they didn’t meet his standards. That Satoru and this current Satoru were two different people morphed into one body. As a businessman, he was a cynical perfectionist who rarely greeted his employees with a smile. But as a husband, he was a puppy who always wagged his tail for his wife’s attention.

Not once did he lose his sight of you ever since you two boarded the yacht nor could he stand being too far away from you even for just a few minutes. Satoru theorized that maybe his unusual attachment to you was an effect from your pregnancy because he always felt the urge to stick by your side wherever you went. It was almost laughable how willing he was to lose the dominant hand in your marriage just to please you. Do expectant dads really find their wives a hundred times more attractive because of their pregnancy?

“She’s so cute.” Satoru grinned from ear-to-ear, watching the movements of your butt as you walked with Ieiri towards the deck like a bunny in your one-piece swimsuit.

Getou followed his line of sight and realized that his best friend was staring at his wife’s ass. “Jesus,” he spoke in disbelief, elbowing Gojou on the rib before he continued, “She’s already pregnant and you’re still trying to get her pregnant. Control yourself!”

Satoru gave him an exaggerated look of defense. “We’re married!” said through a whiny voice before he raised an eyebrow. And just then, he found the perfect opportunity to change the topic. “So, what the fuck’s up with you and Ieiri? You two are disgusting.”

“You act like it’s a big deal,” Suguru huffed, leaning his back against the metal railings. The wind continued to blow on his raven hair that was loosely tied into a bun.

“Yes the fuck it is,” replied Satoru, “we’re literally friends!”

The guy looked at him in disbelief. “So? Friends can date.”

Does that mean they’re really dating? Gojou considered that friends can indeed date, but then again, when he imagined Ieiri and Getou… “Feels like incest.”

Right then and there, Suguru would have thrown his best friend out into the open sea. “We’re not dating,” he corrected, emphasizing his next word, “yet.”

His words made Satoru feel like he was being tasked to solve a puzzle since he had forgotten how it was like to live the life of a bachelor. “The hell does that mean? Are you fuck buddies or what?”

A shrug, a moment of silence, a click of the tongue—the dark haired man couldn’t really say anything much about it. “Kinda like that. Ieiri thinks I’m not serious about her since I have a different lifestyle.”

“Man… I can’t believe this.” As the yin to Suguru’s yang, Satoru never imagined that this spontaneous situation was bound to happen at all. He had never thought, more or less entertained the possibility that both of his best friends would be fooling around with each other behind his back. On the bright side, this setup wasn’t so bad. They were familiar with each other better than anyone else and Gojou knew by experience that it was better to be with someone who was aware of his flaws than someone who could still take years building a concrete understanding of who he really was as a man. Satoru would best exemplify himself because he married a childhood friend, a wife who had been his best friend and partner in crime since the very beginning. “It’s gonna take a while to win Ieiri’s heart, you know? She’s always busy with her career.”

Getou threw his head back as if the bright blue skies had the answer he needed. “That’s what she keeps  telling me. Saying she doesn’t have time to date ‘cause she’s too focused on her career and all that, but I think she just doesn’t trust me.”

“I wouldn’t, either. Why would I trust a man who goes to nightclubs every weekend?” Gojou smirked in mischief and purposely earned his best friend’s scowl.

“You’re too loud for someone who cheated on his own wife,” was his retaliation. He didn’t need to say that! “Besides, I’m a nightclub owner. It’s business and it’s not like I’m there to meet girls. Well, I used to, but none of them can compare to Shoko.”

Whatever. They were both grown adults who could date if they wanted to. Satoru realized that he was in no position to comment on his best friends’ relationship because he would be a hypocrite to do so. Only a faithful man who properly treated his wife since the very beginning deserved to give rightful advice on relationships and marriages. Men hardly talk about love, anyway. And Gojou was the last person to talk about being the perfect lover.

“You wanna take a dip?” he then asked out of the blue, leaning forward to peek at the ocean’s current. “Y/N wouldn’t dare swim with me.”

In fact, you chose to lounge with Ieiri like a beautiful mermaid in the pool instead of actually swimming into the ocean. Satoru was still pleased to see that you could enjoy such a view while basking under the sun in a luxury yacht that was now both yours and his property.

“Yeah, we can give them privacy,” Suguru agreed, slipping out of his Hawaiian shirt as they both headed towards the deck. Just like old times.

The whole afternoon was very eventful. While Gojou and Getou were enjoying themselves by swimming into the warm waters of the ocean, you ended up taking photos of them from the deck as you sunbathed with Ieiri. The yacht was resting in the middle of the sea with a resplendent tropical view of an island that none of you would normally see in the business district of Tokyo. This year’s birthday celebration wasn’t the grandest, but this was the most intimate one Satoru has ever had. He didn’t need to throw a huge party with hundreds of guests just to say it was the best, no. All he needed was you and that smile on your face as you watched him from afar. And truly, the best gift he had received in his twenty six years of living was the angel inside your womb. A product of you and him. A chance to build a family with the woman he loved the most.

Days seemed longer in the northern hemisphere even though the winter solstice had begun. Or perhaps, longer sunshines were a privilege that only Okinawa could offer because there was no doubt that the skies would be a little different now in any other parts of Japan. The extra daytime allowed you and your husband to enjoy his birthday by yourselves, just an hour into the late afternoon when he dragged you to the second floor of the yacht so you could spend some private time together. The balcony offered the best scenery that overlooked the stretch of cerulean waves and distant coconut trees, but the more pleasant sight for Satoru was you leaning forward against the couch to luxuriate on the open view.

“Like it here, baby?” he asked, holding your waist from behind as he pressed himself against you. “You can see the horizon from here.”

You hummed and kept a tighter grip on the metal railings. “It’s so pretty.”

Was it your sweet smell? Or was it your skin tight swimsuit? Satoru couldn’t tell which one drove him the craziest, but he could no longer help himself when his hands rested on your buttocks while you knelt on the couch. “This is the perfect spot,” he playfully whispered into your ear, hot breath sending shivers to the curve of your spine. He kneaded your bum and molded his hands on its plumpness, secretly wondering how sexy it would’ve been to see his handprint on it.

Should he? No, he probably shouldn’t. That was way too naughty.

“S-Satoru,” you tilted your head just enough to look at him. “The people downstairs… They might see us.”

“So what?” Frankly, he didn’t care. He can fuck you anywhere in this yacht without hesitation and none of the crew nor his best friends could say anything because 1) it was his birthday 2) you were a married couple 3) the atmosphere was too intimate. “How about a quick one if you’re that shy?”

You grabbed his chin and gave him an affectionate kiss that turned rough when you two involved teeth and tongue. “How quick is quick to you?”

With a triumphant grin, his hand travelled towards your inner thigh where he cupped your clothed core with his right palm to rub the plump folds that were restrained by the tight swimsuit. “It depends how wet you already are.”

“I-I’m n-not,” you held back on moaning as he slid the fabric to the side to free your aching pussy that was already lubricated by your own arousal. Would two fingers suffice? “Satoru…” You instinctively met his fingers as they brushed against your entrance. That was how he decided to play with you a little and concluded that you deserved three fingers. “S-Satoru!”

“Shh.” Three long digits entered your sopping cunt that sucked him like vacuum while he worked on moving them in and out of your stretched walls. With his other hand, he opened up your butt and watched the small hole that he had been dying to feel before. The question was, were you ready to be more adventurous? You hardly even managed to suppress your whimpers from the way he was fingering your pussy and the squelches only made the position even more erotic than it was. “Damn, you’re clenching around me.”

Your shameless mewls couldn’t be helped. “G-Get inside me—ngh!”

“Which hole, baby?” His playfulness was coming out at the same rate as how his boner got even bigger from his pants. “You think we can try anal today?”

Your whole face was flushed as you arched your back to look up at him with half-lidded, scandalized eyes. How cute. “Nn—that’s…! I-I’m not ready.”

After a few more strokes, he took his fingers out of your cunt and moved them towards your clit, pleasuring you with circular motions while he continued to squeeze your ass cheek. “Fine,” he mumbled and realized he might have expected too much. He had no lube ready to prepare you for anal penetration and this was only meant to be a quickie. Your tight pussy was already his paradise on Earth so all he wanted to do was rearrange your guts and be sated from the intimate heat that was building inside of him.

Seriously. How come you were so good at summoning the horny beast that was hiding?

“Agh, I can’t take this anymore. I’ll put it in.”

You should look at yourself in the mirror to see just how fucking sexy you were when you lazily smiled at him, upper body dangling on the railings with your knees glued on the couch. Only though, you couldn’t see Satoru lowering his shorts and releasing his aching member that slapped against his lower abdomen because of how hard he was. You made him like this. “Yes, please.”

See how needy you were just as he was to you? “Spit on my hand,” he ordered, cupping your mouth so you could eject saliva on his palm which he later used to lubricate his shaft. Once he managed to make his cock wet, he slid the tip into your entrance and deepened his penetration slowly. “Fuck.”

So warm. So tight. So, so… heavenly.

“Aah—ah!”

When was the last time you two did this position? He nearly forgot how he liked hitting you from behind like this. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Praises left his mouth as his nails dug crescent moons on your hips, bruising you from the tightness of his hold when his thrusts got faster and deeper and harder. “Shit!”

“A-Anyone can s-see us here,” you spoke in between moans while your body was being dragged back and forth to meet his hips like a rag doll. It felt as though his cock was leaving its shape inside your tight walls, carving every ridge while he was splitting you open so he could be in his deepest entry. You stained his length with blotches of cum as he angled his dick better to hit your most sensitive spot. and it was a delicious sight to see his member entering your swollen pussy that had received no other man’s seed but his. Just his and rightfully his.

“Then they can watch,” he answered frivolously, “we’re giving them live porn.”

“You’re s-so vulgar!” He could sense the shyness in your voice before you proceeded to release more tempting moans. “Ah, m-my legs are shaking.”

He could feel it even if you didn’t say and he wasn’t surprised when your lower region twitched against his crotch, feeling every hard slam of his pelvis that left your booty sore. “Feel every inch, honey.”

His entire cock disappeared when he shoved all of his length balls deep into your cunt, heightening his arousal when his member pulsated inside of you. If anyone from the nearest island had a telescope and decided to peek at the second floor of the yacht, they would be blessed with a live view of a husband and his pregnant wife having shameless sex like animals in heat. Gojou couldn’t even stop himself from feeling your body, tracing your curves and squeezing your breasts from behind. Not once did his hips take a break from thrusting into you until he made the effort to increase your pleasure by letting his fingers play with your clit while his thick cock penetrated you nonstop.

“I’m—ah, ah! It feels hot…” You threw your head back and allowed it to rest on his shoulders while he continued his ministrations. He, too, was reaching his own high. He was so close to arriving at his ecstasy, his euphoria. The climax was building inside of him just as it was with you, however, the exciting and notable difference was how your legs began to shake the more he increased his pace using his digits and his throbbing member. Your whimpers were loud albeit restrained on the back of your throat and your hands were grasping his arms as though you were about to feel a combustion of flames.

And how big of a plot twist was it to your spontaneous lovemaking when your orgasm was in the form of warm, transparent liquid after he spoiled you with dual g-spot and clitoral stimulation?

“Hng—? Wh-What’s happening to me?” You squirmed from his hold, but he had his arm locked around your waist. “I-I feel like I’m peeing.”

“No, you’re squirting. It’s normal.” Satoru released his own guttural moan, cursing under his breath and mumbling how fucking sexy it was to make you squirt for the first time. And now, it was his turn to release the result of his intense arousal. “Shit. Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

Hot spurts of seed soon coated your spongy, vaginal walls. The combining smell of sweat, sex, and the sea was an olfactory sense that he was certain would be stuck in his mind for the rest of his life.

As soon as he pulled out, you plopped yourself on the couch in heavy but stable breaths. Your cheeks were still in heat from the unusual ejaculation you had just felt and your husband quickly gave you kisses all over the face to show his appreciation. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“It was amazing,” he said, kissing your neck and snuggling closer to you. “Never had that with anyone before.”

The immediate frown that appeared on your face made him realize his poor choice of words. Why the hell would he say that to a hormonal wife? It was scary how serious you became. “I see how it is. So most of the stuff we did, you’ve done it with many women in the past.”

Satoru kissed your lips. “Don’t be jealous now, baby. Everything feels brand new with you.”

“Yeah, right.” Despite rolling your eyes, you still ended up scooting closer to him as you two waited for the sunset.

The sunset! Your husband’s eyes widened in remembrance. “Babe, can you meet me down on the deck? I just have to get something.”

You sat up, checked the stability of your heartbeat and planted your feet on the floor when you deemed it safe to exert more physical effort again. “Okay, I’ll see you there.”

It was already 6PM and the sunset in Okinawa would happen around quarter to six. By the time Gojou returned to meet you on the deck, you were already there, dressed in a beautiful yellow maxi dress that perfectly complemented the orange horizon. The glowing sun illuminated the skies, kissing the warm colors of dusk that reflected the ocean’s meek waves. It was such a picture perfect scenery—you standing at the edge of the yacht, hair swaying from the soft wind, and your face gleaming with romantic hues of dusk. Only high quality cinematic scenes could ever deliver a portrait as vivid as this and he quickly found his humble silence because there were not enough words in the dictionary to describe how mesmerized he was with you.

His wife. His better half. His lifelong partner.

Satoru’s heart was pounding when he took careful steps towards the love of his life. As you reached a hand out to him, he took it without sparing a second before he finally closed the distance by planting a kiss on your forehead. “You look beautiful,” his compliment sounded mellow as it left his mouth, “I’m so lucky.”

The upward curve of your lips made his knees weak. “I have a gift for you.” You beamed, squeezing his hand before you showed the other hand that you were hiding behind your back. “Well, not exactly a gift. I’m sorry. It’s been hard to pick the perfect birthday present since you can get anything you want in this world, but…”

But what? He stared at you in patient curiosity until you lifted his hand and slid a familiar gold band on his finger. Could it be…?

“Y/N.” Who knew that uttering his own wife’s name would only bring out his heart’s felicity? Seeing you slide the wedding ring back on his finger, the same ring he unapologetically threw on the ocean back in Bora Bora, was causing the throbbing pang in his chest. He didn’t deserve every inch of you.

“We should wear them again.” You let him intertwine his fingers with yours, both hands decorated with wedding rings to signify your marital status. He felt like a complete asshole for not having valued the gold band around his finger the same way he was too late at appreciating you as a wife before he made those mistakes. Foolish mistakes that would never be erased as those scars would remain with you forever. He knew so well that there was still resentment rooting deep inside you, but you were selfless enough to give him a chance at working hard to right his wrongs, to be a better husband and to not be an absent father. “It feels like forever since we wore it.”

He pulled you into an embrace before you could see the build up of tears that were dancing in his eyes. “It was my fault that we stopped wearing them in the first place. I didn’t think that you’d give it back.”

A soft sigh escaped your lips just as you pulled away to look up at his face. “If you throw it again, this’ll be the last time you’ll ever see me wearing the ring.”

“I won’t.” Heck, it was already unforgivable enough that he hurled it into the ocean out of anger. He was a different man back then compared to how he was now and Satoru would rather die than to go back to his old self. He could never put you through the same agony again. “I’ll never take it off, I promise.”

You sealed your love with a kiss as the sun dipped from the sky in each passing minute. The susurration of the water and the distant chirping of the birds both relaxed your mind, painting the scene with the warmest palette as though you were living straight out of a movie. To think of it, you looked like Jack and Rose from Titanic when they were on the bow of the ship.

“I have a gift for you, too,” said Satoru, kissing your hand and chuckling as soon as he saw the look on your face.

Confused? Curious? Perhaps both. “A gift for me?” you asked, “It’s your birthday.”

You should have known by now that your husband loved spoiling you with gifts, but this one took the cake of being the most expensive gift he has ever purchased. “Yeah, it’s my birthday and you’re already the greatest gift I’ve received so,” he cringed at his own cheesiness before he pulled out a gold key from his pocket. “Here’s my gift.”

Your emotions only became even more puzzled. “A key?”

He nodded as a response while tracing the slope of your spine. “I figured we need to have a bigger living space since we have our munchkin now.” After tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, he pulled you to his chest. “The neighborhood’s great and the backyard is large enough for the kids to run around. I haven’t picked the furniture because I wanna leave the interiors for you to decide on.”

“Hold on.” A finger shut his lips closed. “You got me a mansion?!”

“That’s a four billion yen property under your name,” he confirmed with a haughty grin. “The largest estate in the neighborhood.”

To be honest, you looked like you were about to pass out. “I can’t believe you just…” Your glare was soft as if reprimanding him. “That’s too grand even for us!”

“It’s okay. You deserve to feel like a queen in your own home.” It was true. He had always wanted to move out of the penthouse and let you live in a house big enough to be your own palace. “We’ll visit the mansion when we get back home.”

It actually took you another day before you arrived safely back to Tokyo. Gojou wouldn’t have had the best birthday weekend if it wasn’t for you, and stringing Getou and Ieiri along made things more celebratory in a sense. On the night before you went back home, both Satoru and Suguru had a few drinks that were enough to make them tipsy and the latter wouldn’t stop professing his love for the embarrassed Shoko in a drunken state. It was nice to see their dynamic and Gojou wished that he had paid more attention to his bestfriends, but the past few months were his darkest so they couldn’t blame him for being out of the loop.

Unfortunately, those dark days didn’t seem to end yet. When the yacht docked at the harbour, Miwa and the bodyguards were there waiting for the couple to get inside their vehicle. However, the unusual countenance on his secretary’s face hinted that there could be bad news.

“Oh, Miwa’s here.” You smiled softly while you clung to your husband’s arm, walking across the wooden platform until you made your way to the sedan.

“Mr. Gojou,” the small, blue-haired girl offered a courteous bow as she spoke. “I-I couldn’t reach your phone.”

What was it about? Did a huge investor pull out? Were any of his on-going projects miscalculated with a tight budget again? That couldn’t be possible because Satoru exhausted himself at work to ensure that everything would continue to go smoothly while he was on a weekend getaway. But then again, Miwa wouldn’t usually fidget like this if it wasn’t so urgent.

“What is it?” he asked a little impatiently, and he was met with a cautious glance between him and his wife. Ah… Miwa’s expression told him that it wouldn't be best if you were around. As soon as he got the hint, he turned to you and urged the bodyguard to escort you into the car. “Babe, you wanna get inside the car so you can rest? I just need to talk to Miwa.”

In spite of the worry in your eyes, you nodded and did as told. “Okay. Come join me soon.”

It wasn’t until you were out of earshot when he faced the agitated Miwa again with a stern expression. “Just get straight into it.”

“Um, y-your father.” Her doe eyes gazed at him carefully. “Mr. Chairman is in the hospital. He’s in a critical condition. You should probably see him immediately, sir.”

His father was in a critical state? Satoru didn’t exactly know how to feel about this, but he was nevertheless shocked to hear the news. “How’d that happen?” He glanced at the car and saw you peeking worriedly from the backseat. “Miwa, take my wife home and tell her I’ll see her tonight. I’ll be heading straight to the hospital.”

Satoru grew up in an abusive household that was mainly due to his father’s temper. At an early age, his standpoint about love was tainted because of the kind of relationship that he saw between his parents. It was difficult to believe that love existed between a husband who constantly hurt his wife and a wife who desperately wanted to escape her husband. In his eyes, why did they get married in the first place? Were all marriages like that? He was a child born for the sake of having an heir because his mother was an aristocrat arranged to an influential man who had been running a business empire since he was eighteen. They had him late because his mother had trouble conceiving a child for so long until he became the miracle that she had always prayed for. If Satoru hadn’t been born, what would have happened to his mom?

More importantly, would his dad’s behavior be even worse?

It was rare that he received genuine attention from his father as their relationship and bond was mostly transactional. All of their conversations were usually about business and the man trained him throughout his youth to prepare in running a multinational conglomerate since he was the sole heir of the Gojou Group. Satoru could remember his father being proud of him once when he graduated top in his class and it was for the first time where he heard the words, ‘I’m proud of you, son.’

The thing was, Satoru yearned for his father’s love. His attention. His respect. But while witnessing the late night arguments from the corner of the room, he became disgusted with the violence that his father often inflicted on his mom which was when he started to grow a deep resentment towards him.

It got even worse when his mom finally divorced him and left, leaving Satoru at the hands of an abusive man who directed all of his anger towards the son he never once loved.

So, why should Satoru feel any sort of sympathy towards this man?

Even after seeing him in a vegetative state on a wheelchair—unresponsive, immobile, and paralyzed—Satoru couldn’t find it in himself to feel terrible. What he felt was curiosity as to how all of this happened. Two nights ago, his father constantly bombarded him with texts and calls asking if he could meet with you to see how far you were in your pregnancy. He was exuding the happiness of a grandfather that he didn’t deserve to be and Satoru prohibited him from getting near his wife because he refused to give him the privilege of ever being acknowledged by his child.

Now, that man was here, limp and suffering an incurable syndrome. His jaws were unaligned, body stationary, and only his eyes were moving with tears filling up at the sight of his only son looking at his pitiful state.

“Locked in syndrome?” Satoru verified with the doctor. “He fell from the staircase and now he’s forever paralyzed?”

“We also refer to it as pseudocoma. We’ve done MRI to identify the pontine abnormality after we detected damages to the pons due to infarct and hemorrhage,” the veteran male doctor explained, “and I’m afraid that the accident resulted in his inability to show facial expression, move, or speak. Communication is only possible by coded eye movements.”

Satoru took a deep breath and assessed his father’s current condition. How much of a punishment was it that the old man would live the rest of his life by being trapped in a limp body?

“Will he still recover from it?” he asked the doctor, noticing how his father looked at him miserably. It was as though he was trying to desperately say something to his son, but he was limited to eye movements. “Or will he just continue to deteriorate from hereafter?”

It was a doctor’s job to give hope to their patients, so it was expected for him to offer possible treatments. “He’ll be completely bedridden and reliant on caregivers, but we can place him under rehabilitation and various supportive therapies, though there is no guarantee that he’ll improve.”

According to the maid who narrated the events, there were loud indiscernible screams that occurred at the mansion that day which gave her the impression that his father and his stepmom were fighting. As for the evil stepmom, she claimed that due to shock, her husband suffered a stroke and fell from the stairs before she could even catch him.

Eula also recounted their argument as something that was in relation to Satoru, once again blaming him for being the cause of his father’s tragic fate.

Speaking of the witch, his stepmother soon entered the hospital suite with her fake crying face as she approached her husband. “Shinzo! Oh, my!” she crouched down and stroked his cheek, forcing tears to pool her eyes knowing that Satoru was watching her with a rigid stare. The strange part was how his father’s eyes widened at the sight of Eula which clearly reflected fright, but the woman played it off as him being in a traumatized state still. “My poor husband, it’s going to be okay. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”

“Please allow him to rest frequently,” the doctor advised before excusing himself to give some privacy.

And as the doctor took his exit, their family lawyer then entered the room and immediately acknowledged the three of them by offering sympathies to the Chairman’s critical medical condition. There were papers in his hand and Satoru assumed that these were legal documents that needed to be read with all the family members around.

“Is that my dad’s Living Will?” Satoru inquired, arms crossed as he stood at the edge of the hospital bed.

Before the lawyer could confirm, Eula eagerly got up and showed interest in the said document. “You’re distributing his assets, right?”

Seriously… Gojou clenched his fist. Why was she concerned about that? “A Living Will is a written document detailing the medical care he requires in case he becomes physically compromised.”

The stepmom shot him a piercing gaze as if she was offended by not understanding the difference. “You shouldn’t even be here. It shows how you’re only interested in inheriting everything your father has because of your greed.”

Satoru was about to snap until the lawyer cleared his throat to cut the growing tension. His stepmom was lucky that no one was around because God knows what he could have done to her. Maybe not today, he told himself and sought self-restraint as he urged for the lawyer to explain the contents of the document.

Only the lawyer’s voice filled the room when he described all the medical treatments that his father wished to receive in case he suffered a life-threatening condition. Aside from allocating sufficient staff to nurse him at home and provide him better care, he also wished to receive all treatment necessary for the betterment of his health—this includes surgeries, dialysis, and/or rehabilitation.

“Apart from the medical directives,” the lawyer read off the document, “there is a sub clause highlighting that in the event where Shinzo Gojou has become incapacitated, Satoru Gojou shall become the Chairman and CEO of the Gojou Group. Satoru will oversee all business obligations and everyone including but not limited to; employees, security, and house personnels must follow orders under his command.”

It seemed like Satoru himself had become paralyzed after hearing those words. He could barely process the amount of responsibility that his father had placed on his shoulders because he nearly believed that he had stripped him off his rights. He made him think that he wasn’t going to inherit the company after the merger did not push through.

“Impossible!” His stepmom protested, face seething in anger as she looked at the lawyer. “What about my son? What about Yuuta? Read it all over again, I can’t accept this!”

Was this how it felt to be victorious for once? He did feel terrible for how his father ended up in a vegetative state, but the denial on Eula’s face made him satisfied inside. After years and years of being harassed by this woman, she finally received the plot twist of her life.

“I’m sorry,” said the lawyer, “Only Satoru’s name was mentioned in the document.”

“No! No, absolutely not! This is ridiculous!”

Frankly, she wasn’t easily accepting her defeat either because she was furiously glaring at her unresponsive husband for betraying her. How ironic was it to marry someone for their fortunes only for the hated son to snatch every single penny?

With a faint smile on his face, Satoru walked towards his father and leaned closer to whisper in his ear, loud enough so his stepmom could hear. “Don’t worry, dad. I’ll take care of everything.”

It was a threat to Eula more than a promise of obligation and she was left with gritted teeth and clenched fists while watching her stepson walk out of the room in complete satisfaction.

When Satoru said he was going to come home later that night, you had already fallen asleep before you even got the chance to talk to him. You had been anxious for the whole night wondering what might have occured for him to suddenly head somewhere else instead of going home with you. It didn’t help that Miwa had remained tight-lipped when you asked her where your husband was going, but she assured that all you had to focus on was your health.

Since the yacht cruise took a huge chunk of energy from your body, your maids immediately tended to your needs when you came home until you blacked out in bed because of exhaustion. Sadly, when you woke up the next morning, you were greeted with an empty bed realizing that your husband was already gone.

All that was left was a post-it note above your bedside table to inform you that he did sleep next to you last night.

Baby, I’m sorry I have a busy day ahead. I’ll make it up to you when I come home. I love you - Satoru

With a sulking face, you soon walked out of your bedroom and brought your lonely heart along, especially with how much you missed your husband’s presence. Something serious must be going on with him because he usually wouldn’t leave the penthouse until eight in the morning. Could it be about Sera? Did he regret kicking her out of the company and now he was making it up to her? How foolish were you to think that he could easily forget about her?

On the contrary, you didn’t mean to overhear the conversation between your maids while they prepared your breakfast in the kitchen and that was how you finally learned why Satoru had urgent things to attend to.

“Did you hear? Mr. Chairman hit his head after falling from the stairs and it resulted in complete paralysis. It’s such a gruesome accident! Because of it, Mr. Satoru will take over as the new Chairman and CEO starting from today.”

“Everything’s just so sudden. I actually heard him talking to a lawyer this morning and he’s requesting for his stepmom’s financial statements. Maybe they’re fighting about matters of inheritance?”

“I heard they never got along!”

“Apparently, the stepmom’s ambitious and most people don’t like her because she’s new money. Mr. Satoru seems to despise her because of that.”

“Rich people are so—Oh, Miss Y/N!”

You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath throughout their conversation even as they all consequently lined up with their heads bowed down in utter shame. They continuously apologized for gossiping about your husband’s personal life until you raised a hand to dismiss them. You weren’t going to fire them because of something as petty as that and, truthfully, you wouldn’t have known about all that Satoru was going through if you hadn’t eavesdropped.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N,” greeted one of your maids with a shaky voice, “I’ll prepare your Açai bowl. Would you like some blueberries to go with it?”

As you nodded, the other maid with light brown hair helped you up the bar stool behind the kitchen island. “You look pale, Miss Y/N. I’ll get you some water.”

“Satoru,” you spoke to them in a daze, “how’s my husband when he left? Was he alright?”

Both maids sent you a look of concern. “He seems fairly okay, Miss. He looked more serious than usual, but he still reminded us to make sure that you take your meals properly.”

Of course. You let out a sigh. How could he be okay? It hasn’t been long since Nana died and now another one of his family members was on the verge of suffering the same fate. Although Satoru despised his father, he was still a son and he must be having a rough time dealing with the amount of responsibilities that he suddenly had to carry on his shoulders. Not to mention he also had a pregnant and ill wife at home who required constant care. A person, no matter how resilient, could only take so much.

“Miss Y/N? Your phone’s ringing,” a maid with raven pixie hair ran to your side with the gadget in her hand, “I think your mom-in-law’s calling.”

Oh. She must have heard about the news. You mouthed a quick ‘thanks’ to the maid after you took your phone from her grasp and answered the call, “Hey, mom.”

“Y/N, darling. Are you and Satoru doing okay?” The gentleness of her voice was unexpectedly comforting. “I’ll drop by later tonight for dinner if you two are free.”

You smiled as if she could see. “That’d be nice, mom. I’m sure Satoru would love to see you, especially now.”

You didn’t have to specifically state why because she seemed to be very well aware of what you mean. More than that, she didn’t exactly have any place to react to her ex-husband’s medical condition anymore. “How about you?” she asked from the other end of the line. “Stress is bad for your baby. Are you getting enough rest?”

“Yeah, I’m doing fine. Don’t worry, mom. So many people are looking after me.” In fact, even your dad wanted to hear updates about you every now and then because he was all for making sure that you were treated well.

“Okay, that’s great. I’ll see you two tonight.”

“See you, mom. Take care.”

It was only after the call when you realized that you received a text message from an unknown number and it managed to steal all of your interest in this unusual morning. Was it just a spam message? As you chewed on your lip, you opened the message and read it:

Unknown: I know this sounds weird and I’m risking my life here but I’m currently at the café down your building. I’m here to return something that’s yours.

Unknown: I have no plans to harm you. This is Sera.

Sera? What on Earth was she up to now? You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she was to think that you would care enough to meet up with her after the stunt she had just pulled last time. Besides, how did she even manage to bypass security? Satoru made sure that every person coming in and out of the condominium’s lobby was thoroughly verified. But then again, she didn’t need to go through the lobby to enter the café.

What did she mean ‘returning something that’s yours’? Was she being serious or was this one of her lousy plans to try and harm your unborn baby again? You couldn’t exactly trust a desperate woman like her and you considered calling security to chase her away, but would it hurt to actually meet up and hear what she wanted to say? The café was a public place, anyway. The bodyguards would keep you safe and all you had to do was to not drink or eat anything that she might offer. You just needed to give her your ears and listen to what she had to say.

Should you give in?

Should you not?

Give in?

Or not?

“Hana,” you called one of your maids as you’ve made a decision, “Prepare a casual dress for me. I need to go down.”

“How did you get my phone number?” was the first interrogative question that flew out of your lips when you arrived at Sera’s table at the café. She noticed the distance that you were putting even when you took the seat across from her and about three bodyguards were standing not too far to ensure your safety.

With a protective hand placed on your belly, Sera cleared her throat and adjusted her seat. You could see the way she returned to her humble attire, discarding the previous style that she was shamelessly copying from you. “I’m not here to make amends,” she clarified without acknowledging your question.

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “What makes you think I’d even forgive the woman who tried to harm my baby? I could easily send you to jail if I wanted to.”

It wasn’t a threat. You just had to establish a thick line that she should never cross or else she would face the most powerful lawyers in Japan.

“I wasn’t thinking when I did that.” She couldn’t really meet your eyes when she spoke again and the only space she could stare at was the table’s surface. “I was driven by anger and jealousy. Even I'm disgusted with myself for what I almost did to you, but I did it because I wanted to get my revenge on Satoru. I wanted him to feel the pain he left me with.”

You raised an eyebrow and remained coldly stiff around her. “He apologized to you over and over. He even begged for you to hurt him instead of directing your anger towards his wife and his unborn child. Did you really think he was going to take it lightly?”

“But that’s…!”

“Between us both,” you cut her off, “I’m the one who should be angry at him. I’m the one who has the right to be completely spiteful and unforgiving after all the pain that you two put me through. Do you think I’ve completely forgiven Satoru just because he’s my husband? No. I have more grudges on him than you do and that’s how it should be. I’m the wife who was wronged and you’re the accomplice to his mistakes. You have no right to get back at him or me because you knew what you were getting into by staying with a married man. You don’t know how much I suffered in our marriage and you’ll never understand how ruined I’ve become because you refuse to acknowledge other people’s pain except your own. You’re selfish. You’re shallow. You’re a miserable excuse for a woman.”

Both of your hands were shaking from rage as your temperature rose at the same rate your heartbeat increased. The only reason your fury subsided was because Sera was suddenly bowing her head down as though she was ashamed of all the things she had done and that there was no way she could save face. The prideful and stubborn Sera, here she was showing her raw vulnerability in front of you. It was either you struck a nerve or she was just beginning to realize her actions, but she had nothing else to say after you finally released the resentment you had been keeping inside.

Instead of arguing back, she met your eyes as if seeking an answer to the questions in her mind. “Why did you… reinstate my brother’s scholarship?”

The question caught you off guard and rendered you speechless for a moment. Was this the real reason she wanted to meet up with you? You were expecting that she would put up another fight or even scream at you for ‘stealing everything’ she had, not her bringing up a certain kind gesture that you did in secret.

You gave her an honest response either way. “Your brother has nothing to do with the mess you created. I’m only being fair to an innocent person.”

Based on Sera's facial expression, it seemed like she just wanted to confirm it by herself that you had no ill intentions when you restored her brother’s scholarship. She saw it with her own two eyes that it was pure generosity and altruism that ought to be returned, which was why you were taken aback when she pulled out a paper bag and crouched down right in front of you, carefully reaching for your foot like a mere servant. Her sudden actions alerted the bodyguards who tried to pull her up until you raised a dismissive hand and told them that it wasn’t necessary.

“I’m just returning what’s yours,” she stated the words exactly as how she said it in text, later wiping her lachrymose eyes before she took a box out of the paper bag and revealed the bejeweled light blue Jimmy Choo’s that were once owned by a late-princess from Great Britain. Sera took it upon herself to swallow her pride, remove your sandal and replace it with the shoe that fit your size perfectly. “I knew it’d fit you.”

What does she mean? Your confusion reflected on your visage. “I don’t need your shoes. These are yours.”

She was insistent at shaking her head and wiping her damp cheeks. “He bought it for you,” she corrected before returning to her seat. “These shoes were meant for you. What happened that day, I-I just came to meet him at the wrong time when he picked the shoes up. He was heading back to give it to you, but I took interest and asked him who they were for. We were still dating back then so he didn’t wanna hurt my feelings and said that the shoes were for me.”

Impossible. Satoru hated you at the time, so how…?

“These aren’t mine,” was your strict reply. “I’m not interested in anything that belongs to you.”

She, however, remained resolute. “They barely fit me and Satoru knows my shoe size well enough before he purchased it at the auction. It’s yours whether you believe it or not.”

Sera never explicitly apologized nor did she utter the words ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I hope you can forgive me’. She stayed true to her character and chose to repay your kindness by lowering her pride. In her head, it was the least she could do and the best that she could ever allow herself to. She was at a point where her dignity was irretrievable so her solution to it was to find a way to lessen the guilt that was eating her alive. One, for sleeping with a married man. Two, for harassing the rightful wife. And three, for almost harming an unborn child.

You would never become the best of friends even if she did beg on her knees to apologize. It was better that way.

“Live a life without envy, Sera,” you told her with a detached voice. “Some people have it worse.”

FLASHBACK — The Hyatt, Hotel Bar

On the topic of pride, the man who possessed that quality the most was none other than the Chairman of the Gojou Group. Shinzo grew up protecting his own image and dignity for the sake of his family name and the business that he spent blood, sweat, and tears for. Nothing in this world was more important than the company, even to the point where he drove his ex-wife away and forced his son to suffer from attaining his perfectionist standard. He was a hubristic man whose source of satisfaction was to always remain at the top. Those he deemed incompetent were ultimately seen as undeserving and this was an ideology that he wanted Satoru to have. To be the best, to keep his pride intact, to be heartless when needed. As much as he saw him as a real son, Shinzo was blinded by his rage and greed that he treated Satoru like a pawn more than his own flesh and blood. For him, his direct lineal heir was only born for the sake of running the company, nothing more and nothing less.

This was why he could understand why the same son shunned him away like he was the most despicable man in the universe. Aside from the physical violence that he unapologetically inflicted on Satoru, he was also the root cause of the unimaginable trauma that he acquired. He was a ruthless father with a heart made of stone, that even on his own son’s birthday, he could not find it in himself to greet him.

Instead, he was here at a hotel bar to deal with something that was in dire need of attention. It was neither about his son nor his business.

It was about his wife.

“What do you have to say about this?” After slamming the folder on the table, the old man watched how Sera flinched across from him and saw the collection of photos—or evidence, rather—that she and Eula met up at a rooftop not long ago. “Are you that shameless that you’d meet with my wife to ask for money? How much more do you need?”

Sera was incessantly shaking her head at his accusations. “Sir, it’s not what you think. It’s…”

He sent brutal daggers by staring straight through her soul. “Don’t lie!” yelled the old man. “You’re desperate ‘cause you’re jobless and now you’re leeching off of my wife?”

“No, it’s really not what you think.” Along with her firm denial, she looked like she was hesitating about something important. This wasn’t really the first time he had met with Sera since he previously held a private meeting with her when he gave her a check to ensure that she would stay away from Satoru. She must already be aware that she was facing off against a man with a sadistic temper and she should know not to lie to his face when her life was on the line. How brazen was this woman to even look him in the eye? “Sir, I’ve never asked Miss Eula for money. Not even once.”

Her eyes glanced at his enclosed fists just as he asked, “So what else does a woman like you need from her?”

“Sh-She was giving me advice on how to get Satoru back,” the girl admitted, hiding her rueful face while she continued, “At first I thought she just… wanted to help me. But then I realized that she was doing it to make sure that Satoru would never get on your good side, because if he ended up with me, you would have punished him.”

Bullshit. What kind of bullshit was this? “You’re painting my wife as a bad person. Do you realize the gamble you’re taking here?!”

“It doesn’t matter because I’m telling the truth, sir.” Sera’s lips quivered at every word. “Your wife isn’t who you think she is. She’s manipulative—”

Shinzo downed a glass of Scotch and slammed it on the table. “Why should I believe you?”

She wasn’t really begging for him to believe her. Her countenance showed how much she just wanted to spill the truth rather than convincing him to see his wife in a different light. “Because,” she paused, gulping nervously, “she’s having an affair with a younger man. Someone who’s very close to me, that’s the reason why I met up with her.”

What? Laughable. This was absurd by all means that all he could do was find humor in it. “Who the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s true! I can’t even call it an affair because he was being forced into it.” Strangely enough, there was no trace in Sera’s face that hinted at her lies. “She was sexually harassing him and he wanted to file a case against her, but he knew it’ll be bad publicity to your company and reputation—”

“I asked for his name!” His growling voice bounced back from the concrete wall.

“N-Naoya,” answered Sera, her voice shaking uncontrollably, “Naoya Zen’in.”

Naobito’s son? Shinzo found his silence as he processed the newfound information. To think of it, he had always suspected that Eula was sneaking out behind his back. He had turned a blind eye to it, but he was aware of her hotel expenses, her extravagant gifts, and her interest in the Zen’in Group. All along, he believed that she was simply scheming on how to sabotage the rival company and he didn’t expect that she was actually preying on a younger man who only ever dated women his age.

“Please don’t hurt Naoya,” Sera begged as if protecting the man’s life was more important than her own. “He’s a victim.”

But in the end, Shinzo had nothing else to say.

The only person that could confirm these bold accusations was Eula herself.

The wife he had married solely for her beauty. He might not have been the best husband, but he could never forgive betrayal of this caliber. He was a ticking time bomb that was ready to detonate from a single trigger and he didn’t even have any plans to hide his rage when he came home that night to confront her. Vexation fueled his mind and vicious was the fire in his eyes as he walked up the stairs and saw Eula coming out of her son’s room with a smile.

“Shinzo,” she greeted and reached for his arm, feigning innocence with her stance, “I was just asking Yuuta to start packing up. His flight is in three days.”

He snatched his arm away, allowing his wife to jump in surprise before he spoke with gritted teeth, “That kid Naoya. Who’s he to you?”

Eula’s reaction was already a confirmation in itself. The way her eyes widened, the way her soul left her body, the way her voice became stuck in her throat. “What… What are you talking a-about? I don’t know him.”

“Why did you check in at The Hyatt last fourth of September? Who were you with?” he questioned while keeping his last bit of patience depending on the answer she would give him.

“I-I was… I was with Mrs. Nakamura,” she responded, backing away as he took careful steps towards her. “We had a few drinks and I insisted that we check in because the poor woman was drunk—”

Her face was met with a harsh slap. It was painful enough that it left a bright red mark on her cheek, but there was no way Shinzo could still hold himself back. “You lying whore! Nakamura’s wife joined our business trip to Macau that day!”

And the attacks came straight after that. His anger coursed through his entire body when he hit her again and again and again. However, the stark difference between his first and second wife was the fact that Eula was fiercer and surprisingly aggressive. She held her cheek with fury in her eyes as though the man had just unforgivably ruined her face. “How dare you hit me, you crazy old man!” She screeched and attacked him with her long nails, pushing him back while he was dragging her along with him. “How dare you lay a hand on me after all that I’ve done for you!”

“Everything you’ve done for my money, you mean?” Shinzo let out a devilish laugh that sent goosebumps on Eula’s thick skin.

“And so what?” Her chest rose and fell heavily. “You marrying me is your karma. Did you think anyone would want to marry a pathetic, abusive man?”

“You—!”

Just as he was about to swing his hand onto her, she was fast enough to push his old body off towards the flight of stairs where he stumbled backwards and hit every limb, dislocated every joint, and popped every artery until blood gushed out of the back of his head when he landed on the floor. It was for the first time where Shinzo saw the actual face of the demon and it wasn’t in the form of Satan, but in the form of a smiling wife he referred to as his own karma.

Ever since he was born, Satoru grew up preparing to take the role of a Chairman and CEO.

There were many instances in his childhood where he could only sneak out a few hours throughout the day to play with you because he was always expected to spend his time at the library. Instead of fantasy novels and mangas, Satoru had to read thick books about business strategies, marketing psychology, and financial management. His childhood was mostly of him being trained to become a competent businessman with not much career choices except to run a huge company. He wasn’t complaining per se. In fact, he considered himself blessed for being an heir to an established conglomerate that only acquired more value day by day. There were huge expectations resting upon his shoulders and the amount of pressure that his father placed on him turned him into a greedy and self-important leader that was an exact carbon copy of his father.

Morally speaking, he didn’t really wish to follow his father’s footsteps. He despised the idea that people saw his father’s qualities in him because anything about the man was what he, ironically, tried to avoid all his life. The cheating, the emotional manipulation, the violence—Satoru could list down all of his father’s red flags and he would end up publishing a ten-volume book with about five hundred pages each copy. The only thing he ever admired about his father was his passion for the company, a passion that he valued more than his own family to the point where he preferred submitting himself to all the stress at work than paying attention to his own wife and son.

Because he cared more for the company than his own family, he ultimately lost his first wife and his son grew detached from him. This was what Satoru was scared of, that if he had ever failed to balance his work and personal life, you might also end up leaving him just as his child might alienate him.

So, if anyone was wondering about how Satoru felt now that he was announced as the Chairman and CEO, it wasn’t exactly as triumphant as he imagined.

Ask him eleven months ago and he would have celebrated it with a pop of champagne. At the present day, however, he didn’t make a big deal about it. Of course, he was nonetheless celebratory and he was gratified to have finally reached his goal. After all, the initial reason why he agreed to marry you was because of his lifelong dream to take over the company without fighting for the inheritance. But like a racecar that had taken a different course from its original route, Gojou realized that the experiences he had gone through for the past several months had actually changed many things about him. He saw the importance of patience, integrity, and perseverance and there was nothing more satisfying than to rise to the highest position in the company because he managed to earn his father’s trust at the most crucial period of his life.

Everyone from the Board of Directors were glad to see Satoru take over despite the rumors of him being stricter than his father when it came to closing deals and approving proposals. They all congratulated him for being appointed to lead and also paid sympathies for his now-incapacitated father at the same time. It was a double-edged sword just as how one of the executives put it, because even though the new face of the Gojou Group was a man who was made to run a business empire, they were still sad to see that the previous Chairman had to step down from his position due to a tragic illness.

But in spite of his father’s ill fate, Satoru was responsible enough to ensure that the company would be very well taken care of.

“Miwa,” the newly appointed CEO walked through the corridor while his secretary kept up with his fast pace, “I want to see all the backlog of paperworks from the past two weeks.”

As he entered his new office that was much more spacious than his previous one, he was surprised to see Miwa catching her breath and looking extremely exhausted after attending meetings left and right. “Yes, sir. I’ll request them from—”

“Do I need a secretarial staff?” Satoru’s question was not a criticism. Neither was there any trace of animosity on his face when he sat on his chair and opened his laptop. Miwa, who stood in front of his desk, was looking at him with an uneasy smile. “I’m asking you if you need me to hire more secretaries to help you around. I’m not saying you’re slacking, but you need to step up now that we have more work to do.”

The blue-haired girl sighed in relief. Did she think she was going to get fired? “It would be very ideal if you do hire another secretary to the team, sir.”

“Inform the HR team and ask if we can get someone internally,” he ordered while browsing through the files on his laptop. “I want someone who’s dedicated, diligent, and responsible like you.”

There was a moment of silence that took over after he said those words and he had been too occupied at checking his emails when he realized that Miwa was teary-eyed when he looked up at her again.

“S-Sorry, sir.” Miwa offered a 90-degree bow to him. “It’s just… It’s the first time I ever heard a compliment from you.”

Gojou chuckled softly. His secretary’s face basically screamed the words: ‘you used to overwork me without acknowledging my hard work!’ and ‘you gave me a hard time rescheduling your appointments’. Things were bound to get even busier from hereafter, but he wanted Miwa to feel appreciated. “As soon as another secretary joins you, you can take a week off from work.”

“Really, sir?!” Miwa was so overjoyed that Satoru could imagine her skipping merrily across a flower field. “The Gojou Group is the best company! And our boss is super duper handsome!”

Her liveliness was contagious that even Satoru himself felt momentarily relaxed after a tedious first day as the highest ranking executive in his company. The day alone had already drained every bit of his energy and his face reflected his weariness, which then prompted Miwa to excuse herself and get him some refreshments while he took an hour to rest inside his office. Checking the clock, it was already quarter past four and he still had another appointment to attend. And when his eyes found the photo frame above his desk, he stared at your beautiful smiling face and figured that it was the most effective way to calm his heart. My wife.

How were things back home? Surely, it felt like forever since he last had a proper conversation with you because he was busy dealing with his father’s current condition and he also didn’t expect that he would be appointed as the Chairman and CEO straight after his birthday getaway. He hoped that it didn’t make you feel like he was neglecting you because he would still prefer cuddling with you all day than be burdened by numerous paperworks, meetings, and fieldworks.

Maybe he should give you a call and tell you how much he missed you or that he couldn’t wait to come home for dinner and spoil your baby bump with endless kisses.

Unfortunately, he must have forgotten that he still had to face one of the many obstacles in his life. With that obstacle being his stepbrother.

“Nii-san?” Yuuta showed some hesitance when he peeked through the door before entering with fidgeting hands. “Are you busy?”

What the hell does he want? Perhaps he was here to try and claim a position that was not even given to him. Did he and his witch of a mother really expect that they would be inheriting the company instead of Satoru who was a direct heir to the Gojou bloodline? Was being a freeloader at the mansion not enough to satisfy their insatiable thirst for money and power?

“Did you schedule an appointment?” Satoru asked coldly, never once meeting his stepbrother’s gaze. “I’m quite busy, you know.”

“…Ah, I just need to talk about something important.” Why was he fiddling with his shirt like he was nervous? This was unusual from Yuuta who always carried himself with humble confidence, the kind of aura that his wife possessed.

He hated talking to this boy, but what exactly did he need for him to even go out of his way and visit the office? “Don’t you have a flight to catch? You’re better off in the US. I can take care of my company.”

Yuuta’s eyes were glued on the tessellated carpet while he firmly shook his head. “It’s not that. I’m here to…” With a deep breath, he gathered the courage to speak again, “It’s about my mom. I-I don’t want her to hurt more people. She… She was responsible for killing Nana and pushing dad off the staircase.”

Satoru’s body temperature became as cold as ice.

“I can testify in court,” said the younger man in a resolute voice, “Please send my mom to jail.”

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❆on a winter’s day | reader x hyunjin |❆

Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin

Genre: the fluffiest smut

Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, extrovert!reader, introvert!hyunjin, virgin!hyunjin, dancer!reader, dancer!hyunjin minho and jisung side characters, minsung if you turn your head upside down, slow burn, that sweet sweet build up, first time, meet cute, college au, sexual tension, mentions of food, praising, oral (m&f recieving), marking, fingering (f recieving), protected sex, aftercare, hyunjin is the softest boi in this one

Word count: 4.3k

Requested: By a lovely anon! You can read the original ask/post right before this one! 

“and five, six, seven, eight!”

The cool of the hardwood flooring beneath your tired heels squeaked from the movement of twenty dancers throwing their bodies to the left. Each and every one of you were reflected in the mirror in front of you: bodies twisting like the curl of a ribbon and arms outstretched. You winced as your knee hit the ground and you hurled your body into a type of somersault. As soon as you were back on your feet, you bent your spine backwards reaching out as far behind you as you could. For a couple moments, the whole world was turned upside down.

It was then when you saw him. His silver hair was tied up, and his brow glistened with sweat. There was nothing else in his eyes other than pure focus.

It was breathtaking.

one, two, you counted in your head.

Next came the hardest part.    

Everyone leapt in sync, creating a resonating thud once you all landed.

Thank God that you landed it that time. To your right, your friend Minho scoffed slightly, likely teasing you for finally jumping at the same time as everyone else.

three, four

The group crashed down to the floor again, this time you had to use all your strength to roll, then pull yourself up without help from your hands. You had been practicing it for weeks.

You could feel Minho’s eyes boring into you while you attempted.  

You were able to do it, but it wasn’t nearly as fluid as him. How had you never noticed how amazingly his body flowed?

“and five, six!” Your instructor clapped. The music faded as you all sunk down to the floor again, trying to make it appear as if you were dissipating into it. “Very good job everyone!” She beamed and applauded you all who finally let your heaving breaths be heard. “Excellent improvement from you all!”

You couldn’t even stand up from the floor you were so exhausted. The aggressive florescent lights burned your eyes and you considered taking a nap right there.

“You did it!” A foot kicked you. Looming over you were your two friends Minho and Jisung shoving towels onto each other’s faces. “Were you counting like I told you to do?” Minho expectantly leaned in.

“yes,” You answered a little annoyed, not as much at him, but at yourself. You could have done even better.

“We told you that you could do it. It’s just the mental block man.” Jisung offered you a hand up.

Once you were vertical again, a little wave of dizziness hit you.

“Wanna go out to celebrate?”

Your usual friend group circled around you with their bags in hand.

“Finally got it this time, L/n?” They patted you on the back. Besides hip-hop being your specialty in a contemporary class, you still seemed to get along with everyone easily. On the first day of class when you literally announced that you didn’t want to be there, everyone warmed up to you pretty quickly. You didn’t want to lie and pretend that you were all about throwing your body around like that. Of course you thought contemporary was beautiful, just not your thing. Graduation requirements said otherwise.

“Do you need me to carry you outta here?” Jisung joked at your dazed expression. Truthfully, your head was still spinning a little.

“Only very certain people get to carry me Han Jisung, and unfortunately you are not one of them.” You quipped back, and a few of your friends snarked chuckles at him.

He put his hands up in defeat. “I was just offering.”

Across the room, your eyes found him again. He had put his bag a bit of ways away from everyone else’s. He guzzled down his water, bobbing his sharp Adam’s apple. He then tore his hair tie out and ruffled his hair around which was damp at the roots. Everything that he did was so effortless.

“Hey,” you nudged Minho, “You know who he is?”

“Him? That’s Hwang Hyunjin. I dunno much about him, he’s pretty quiet, I haven’t heard much about him within the school either. Amazing dancer though. Have you seen him?”

“Yeah...”

Hyunjin pulled a black pullover past his head.

“You coming with us?” Minho snapped you back.

“No-uh, I think that I’m gonna stay a little while.”

“Suit yourself, I know that it’s gonna be delicious.” He teased and turned to throw his arm around Jisung while the group walked out.

The silvery-haired boy zipped up his bag as if he was near leaving. Your throat became unexplainably tight. Your legs started moving towards him before you could tell them to.

“You popped up behind him. “Hyunjin, right?”

He whipped around startled, with his gorgeous brown eyes widening. “...yes?”

“I wanted to tell you that I saw you dancing today and you’re really good. It looks like its so easy for you. I wish that I could be like that.”

“Oh...thank you.” He gave you a kind smile.

shit, he was so cute.

“Soooo, what’s your secret?” You attempted to keep him there for just a moment longer.

“My secret?” His eyes became puzzled.

“Yeah, like, to how you’ve gotten so good?”

“I just...practice.”

“Huh...”

The door to the practice room clicked one last time and the two of you were alone.

“I noticed that all of your moves flow really nicely to the next, you’re not stiff at all, it’s like your body never stops evolving with the motions.”

“thank you...” Hyunjin hushed shyly and twiddled with his hair.

“Maybe you could teach me? Teach me how to make my technique better? I’m just so robotic sometimes.”

“...sure.” He hesitantly said with a growing tiny grin. “Like right now?”

“Oh! I mean it doesn’t have to be right now right now, just like when you have some time I was thinking.”

“I have a little time right now.” He began taking off his coat which he had just put on.

“Oh really?” You felt your cheeks get a little warm. You certainly weren’t expecting him to say yes so quickly.

“Do-do you have time?” He worriedly asked.

“--Yeah!”

“Okay...let’s get started then.”

✦✧✦✧

The music from Hyunjin’s phone echoed over the speakers and you attempted the twirls again. You were able to execute the timing, but each one felt more inelastic than the last. God, your whole body was aching to stop, but it couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him watching you and observing your every movement.

“What should I change about it this time?” You struggled to take in breaths.

Hyunjin looked you up and down, with that same focus from before. With someone as picturesque as him, he looked a little stern when he examined you, which scared you a little, but excited you at the same time.

“You need to take the strain out of your hips, they’re geting in the way you need to let you whole body fall into it. Focus on your legs. Like this:”

He spun in front of you with his leg pointed out. With the twist of his body his silver hair swept along with him.

“You know what I mean?” He gently asked.

“--yes, I think so.”

“Your hips are your anchor, but don’t let them stop you.” Hyunjin stepped up closer to you, hesitantly going to grab your waist with his hands. It was then when you realized how big and powerful they were. His sudden gesture made your heart beat even faster than it already was.

“Pivot like...this.” He turned you a little to the left.

“Oh.”

He lead your hips into the pivot a couple more times to show you. His hands were so warm.

He quickly removed his hands, embarrassed, like he had been doing something he should not have been. He walked away from you and you took notice of his shoulder blades curving under the thin fabric of his sleeveless shirt.

“Do you wanna stop now? I think I’ve done as much as I can for today.”

He nodded and removed his phone from the sound system.

✦✧✦✧

Outside of the arts building, snow had picked back up again after flurrying the whole night long. Everything around had been covered in a beautiful blanket of white.

“Well, I’m headed off this way.” You head nodded to your bus station a couple blocks down. “Thank you for helping me by the way.”

“For sure! I...liked helping you out.”

“Really?”

Hyunjin immediately made a startled little face upon realizing what he had said and you laughed a little at him.

He pulled his chunky scarf up higher to his chin. “Actually...I um, live down that way too.”

“Do you take the 12 bus too?”

He nodded. Little snowflakes had begun to get caught in his hair like a little halo.

“Well then let’s get going! We don’t wanna miss the last bus!”

✦✧✦✧

It was rush hour, so naturally the two of you had to stand on the bus of packed people. The air inside was chilly and it smelled of old dusty coats that had just recently been taken out for the fist snow. You thought it was a little funny how every five seconds or so someone would sniffle in there.

“I’ve seen you in class too.” Hyunjin finally said something after a while of you two being pushed pretty close next to eachother. “Dancing and other stuff, everyone really seems to like you, you’re really good at making people laugh.”

“Oh. Thanks.” You didn’t quite know how to respond to him. “I don’t really have a problem putting myself out there much, I’ve always really believed in just being me, you know? And not letting others determine who I am around them. That or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice.”

He giggled a little then pulled the string nearby the window.

stop requested.  The robot bus voice said.

“You’re not stalking me or anything are you?” You rose an eyebrow at him, which scared him more that you had expected.

“No..? What do you mean?”

“This is my stop too.”

Your boots crunched into the snow of the side walk and you thanked the bus driver. Hyunjin got off after you with his hands in his pockets. The two of you stood there in the snow for a moment, something weirdly unsaid lingering between the two of you. Something felt unfinished but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He genuinely was so sweet, you sneakily wanted to be around him for just a little longer.

Hyunjin stammered, but confidently got out, “Do you want to get something to eat? Right now?”

It was if he had read your mind. You were glad that he had asked, and a little surprised too. He waited attentively for you to answer, still looking a little nervous; even looking like that he was terribly adorable.

“I’d love to.” You smiled back at him causing him to sigh in relief.

“Is there anywhere that you like?” He led the both of you on.

You pondered for a moment, then remembered. You cringed out the words, “Actually...I really shouldn’t be spending money right now; I need to get a lot better at saving...”

You almost slapped yourself in the face after saying such a thing and seeing how crestfallen he had become. It was true, but technically he didn’t need to know that.

“Or! I mean, we could go to my place and I could I dunno, whip something up? I should have something...”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to be eating away your food.”

“No really! It’s fine, come on, I’m just down this block.”

✦✧✦✧

It was only seconds before you opened the door to your apartment that you remembered how embarrassingly messy it was. You and your two roommates were the best of friends, but horribly matched when it came to being cleanly. The three of you just chalked it up to you all being “creative minds.” You all went to arts school after all.

“Just...don’t look--sorry, it’s really messy in there, I wasn’t really expecting to bring anyone over.”

“I don’t care.” Hyunjin politely said and watched you unlock the door.

“We just call it creative madness.”

When you walked in even you tried hard to not look at the mess and got straight to work rummaging around your cabinets.

“Does spaghetti with sauce sound good?”

He nodded and neatly arranged his coat, shoes and bag at the door.

He wandered over to the large windows of your living area. “You have a really nice view.”

“Ah thanks,” You clicked on the stove. “Makes the price of the rent worth it,” you lowered your voice “fuckin’ swindlers.”

Your eyes wandered to the island in your kitchen full of all kinds of crap: baking supplies, art supplies, old mail, textbooks, mismatched pairs of gloves.

“It would probably be best if we ate in my room,” You let up. “You can barely sit here.”

Hyunjin nodded and turned to keep watching the snow peacefully. While you cooked, he didn’t say much but you couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, nearly burning yourself on the saucepan. He changed the room by just merely exisiting in it. You truly couldn’t imagine how you had never noticed him before.

✦✧✦✧

“Thank you for cooking for me, that was really good.”

You waved his compliment off with the swipe of your hand. “It’s really nothing, you should see my roommate, she’s a culinary science major. Wait! Let me go get something real quick.”

You smiled at your little surprise and shuffled back to the kitchen, putting the two little raspberry and chocolate cupcakes on plates with equally little forks.

“Ta-da! These are to die for. I wish I could take the credit; these are just one of the benefits of having a roommate that’s constantly experimenting.”

Hyunjin took in a careful bite and his eyes widened into moons.

“I know right!? She’s a genius.”

Silence filled the air between you as you ate more. You couldn’t help but feel so completely and utterly cozy in the moment. The sun had nearly set and you had set your heater up in your room along with some Christmas music to softly play in the background. The only regret that you had was the candle you had lit which was just a little too sweet. You started to wonder after you two had finished, what would happen next? Would he leave? Greedily, a feeling seeped into you like before, you still didn’t want him to leave.

“That was amazing.” He placed his plate down.

“You know what?” Your brash confidence pushing through once more. “Your hair, the silver, it’s just so pretty. I can’t stop looking at it.”

He instantly became flustered. “Oh...thank you, I’ve been thinking about dying it like this for a really long time now and I finally did it. It sounds kinda dumb, but I didn’t wanna do anything that would draw attention to myself.”

“...can I touch it?”

Hyunjin looked a little shocked, but eagerly nodded.

You started by thumbing through some of the longer strands towards his shoulders: it was just as soft as you imagined. You then started from the top running your hand all the way down, admiring the way that it looked like it shimmered a little. You had gotten so caught up in him that you didn’t notice that he had closed his eyes.

“pretty.” You cooed.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked.

“Hmm?”

“Is it weird to say that I feel like really comfortable around you? Is that weird?”

“No, not at all.” You continued running your hands through the silver strands, somehow you had leaned in a lot closer to him than you had been before.

He looked at you with his doe-like brown eyes. You could have sworn that they were glistening. Your eyes fell a little lower to his lips, they looked wonderfully kissable and plump. From that moment your brain furiously wondered what they tasted like. His eyes fell a little too.

He leaned in first, catching you completely off guard. He kissed you so carefully and gently, his mouth parted just slightly; it was heavenly. You could still taste the chocolate and the raspberry on his lips. He sighed a little into your mouth like he was relaxing himself. In many ways, the way in which he kissed you made you feel like he cared for nothing else in the world, just you. Your cupped his face in your hands, tracing your thumbs against his jawline.

That was it. You were absolutely crazy for him.

You broke for a moment and he turned into a huge, rosy, smiling mess. The two of you giddily giggled at how happy you were over what had just happened. You shuffled your own plate off the bed to silently invite him to lay down which he did obediently. Now he seemed less hesitant, but more excited.

You swung your legs around both sides of him and kissed him more on his smiling lips. At this point, you had convinced yourself that nothing in this world was sweet as him. His hands found their way to your back, where he ran his fingers down, making you shiver delightfully at the touch. His hands finally found your waist which he grabbed onto firmly. He pulled you down into him so your bodies were flush and you could feel all of his warmth. Once you were this close, he started kissing you back more wantonly, gasping a little in between.

“You’re so beautiful Hyunjinnie.” You snuck in between kisses. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He let an airy laugh fall into your lips then brought one of his hands to tangle in you hair. All at once, your hands yearned to explore the soft of his skin everywhere. Outside your window the snow still silently fell and the golden sunset faded into the skyline’s horizon.

You knew how excited you had become, where together your hips grinded together. Your head spun thinking about having someone as beautiful as him give your body attention.

Hyunjin broke, holding your eyes seriously. “I-I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”

“Of course, I would love that.” You melted.

“--But...I think you’ll have to tell me how...I haven’t done this before, sorry..”

The fact that he had shared this with you made him even more adorable.

“Don’t apologize, I can show you everything.” You whispered into his ear with a prideful grin. “But first, can I first help you?”

He gulped, “Yes.”

“I want to show you that you’re worth the attention, you’re worth all of it.”

You helped him pull off his sweater, and then his sleeveless shirt revealing his toned and pale chest, just waiting for your lips. You didn’t want to move too fast however, or risk scaring him.

“Just relax okay?”

You planted kisses everywhere you could: on his collarbones, his stomach and on his ribs, right over his heart. Even from the simplest of touches from you he seemed to unravel.

“You’re breathtaking.” You said onto his skin.

You couldn’t stop yourself from sucking a little harder than you planned, drawing little purple marks against his milky-white skin. He looked like pure art.

“Can I go down a little further?”

“Mmhmm.” He got out, with eyes closed shut trying to control himself.

You slipped his joggers down, revealing his quivering member, which was enticingly long even hidden by his briefs. He had already stained them a little with pre cum.

“oh my god.” you whispered, enamored. You couldn’t wait a single second further.

He timidly watched as you completely striped him, then tore off our own shirt and pants to make it a little more even.

“Tell me stop if you want me to, okay?”

He pleaded with desperate eyes, “Don’t stop.”

First you teased him just a little by running your tongue flat up and down and around his length, wetting your tongue with one hand and slowly pumping. You moved on to then twist around the head which had grown painfully hard. His breaths wavered and he let out little moans in desperation. You took him in at last, bobbing your head steadily.

“ mmm, that feels so good.” Hyunjin moaned out breathlessly.

You kept on, but not for too much longer, you didn’t want him finishing quite yet. He looked a little dejected when you stopped, but you swooped up to kiss him more. You took up his left hand and kissed him all the way up to his wrist and into his palm. His fingertips brushed over your lips, as gentle as one would with a flower petal.

“You want to touch me now?”

“--Yes.”

You unclipped your bra for him and laid back. For this he didn’t need any instruction. He immediately took your breast in his hand, squeezing and and ghosting his fingertips over your nipples; you reveled under his touch. He lowered to suck lightly on the bud, pulling at it lightly with his lips. His teeth grazed you slightly but you didn’t care, you fucking loved it.

“That feels amazing.” You whispered as you watched him. He was sure to give both of your nipples attention.

“I want you.” You said with hot breath. “I want your tongue.”  

He looked a little bewildered, but determined after what you had said. He slid down your body, giving you kisses the whole way down like you had done to him.

He nibbled a bit on your thighs. “Tell me how you like it.”

By the second his confidence grew more and more and it was addicting.

You started by rubbing yourself a little so he knew where to start. “In circles, you can go fast or slow, I like both, and you can suck on it too if you’d like.

He lowered, and you swung one of you legs over his shoulder which he palmed into. He started painfully slow, kitten licking carefully; he didn’t know it, but he was teasing the hell out of you. Nevertheless, you whole body began to shake a little with each lick.

“Flatten your tongue out...like that, you can go a little faster, yes...just like that.”

He had closed his eyes and settled into a rhythm, and you dug your heels into the bed. It was astonishing how quickly he got the hang of it. You whimpered out while he continued.

“fuck, Hyunjin--”

He sped up a little, your first orgasm was close by.

“Your fingers, like this.” You held up your pointer and middle together to show him. “Fuck me like that.

He did as he was told, sliding them in with ease over how wet you had become. His fingers were long and slender; addictive. He pumped in and out while your pussy made ungodly sounds. You felt so close you were lightheaded.

“Curl your fingers up, like this.” You showed him again. He continued going fast, taking a hint from your quickened breaths.

You came with white heat, clawing at the comforter on the bed. You only gave yourself a few more moments before pulling him up towards you. “I want you inside me.”

You scrambled with the drawer of your nightstand to rip a condom off from the strand that you kept, tearing it open for him. He was a little flustered, but put it on quickly; he was dripping even more for you. Your lips connected as you laid down, and he aligned himself on top of you. It was then when you saw how pink his chest had flushed. You opened your folds for him, and he started to guide himself in. He filled you up perfectly, and he groaned out once the two of you were connected.

“it’s so tight.” He shivered.

Your fingers latched on to the skin of his hips as you guided him lightly up and down. He buried his face into your shoulder as little euphoric moans slipped past his lips. After a moment, he was able to find his pace, grazing you deep inside. You let him take control as he thrust into you, leaving your arms to wrap around his broad back. You pulled his face over to kiss him, the both of you loosing yourself in the other.

“You make me feel, so, so good, baby,” You hushed into his ear.

He panted, “I-I’m gonna cum soon.”

It took all your strength to flip him off of you, and to land in his lap. He groaned with his hands getting lost journeying all around your body--anywhere he could touch. You took over, riding him and rolling your hips fast with both of your palms flat on his chest riddled with hickies. Like this, you thought that he looked practically angelic. Both of you chased your orgasms together, erupting at nearly the same time, and you ravished in him throbbing inside.

You laughed a little together in sheer bliss and he flinched a little when you slid off of him.

“Did that all feel good for you? Are you okay?” You pecked his nose.

“Yes. It felt like nothing else.”

You stood up, adjusting your frazzled hair and putting on a fresh set of comfy clothes. “Stay right there okay?”

You went to grab him a towel and clean himself off with, handing him his clothes one by one as he dressed. You brought the plates back to the kitchen coming back with a large glass of ice cool water, then offered it to him. He guzzled it letting a little drop fall down his neck.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Do you wanna...stay a little longer?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You blew the candle out and dimmed the lights, adjusting a blanket for the two of you to crawl under. Hyunijn followed you under, sweeping you deep into his arms.

Just a little bit longer. You thought to yourself. Stay with me.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids #I'm SOFT for hyunjin okay #can you tell that I'm really feeing these winter vibes #hyunjin x yn #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabble #kpop smut #kpop imagine #kpop drabble #college au #dancer au #meet cute #first time #requested #stray kids angst

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Heat. (Bestfriend!Sanha x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con. Both of you are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

Sanha couldn't help it. She was just so pretty. Too pretty. To him. The way her eyebrows furrowed as the girl tried to concentrate on the chemistry equation she was solving under his guidance, chewing on the butt of the pencil and sighing when she couldn't get it right, the adorable little whine releasing from her mouth. His eyes slowly flickered down to her soft looking lips.

He wanted to kiss them. So fucking much. For so many years now.

The lovestruck boy didn't even realise when the lines between fantasy and reality eventually blurred, him leaning in and kissing her soft yet tight, his lips sticking to hers, refusing to go almost. Sanha was so carried away by the heavenly feeling that the loud gasp that escaped Y/n against his lips drowned in the pounding of his heart was that was ringing in his ears.

"... Sanha… Sanha!" It took him a few moments to snap out of it, Y/n pushing at his chest as her body backed away from his much bigger and broader one. "Sanha!" He opened his eyes to see her frowning at him with a disapproving expression. "I- I told you…" Sighing heavily, she uneasily put her books to the side and stood up. "I told you that day when you- you- I don't feel the same way about you."

The boy's jaw clenched as he looked up at her, backing away from where he was leaned in as he softly grasped the bedsheet of his bed. "Why not? And… how are you so sure, even, huh?" She was unable to notice the pretty vivid change in his tone and posture today. The girl didn't know better. "We have been inseparable ever since we can remember, we know each other so well and we get along so well!" Standing up in irritation, he towered over her, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders slowly rising and falling due to the change in his breathing pattern.

"Sanha- Sanha-! I know! I know!" Y/n nodded and agreed, trying to speak over him as he continued to ramble on, trying to convince her in whatever way. "I know! And I am sorry! But you're just- not my type, Sanha! I am sorry!" His heart fluttered in an unpleasant way and stomach twisted at how her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Oh, really?" Sanha stopped trying to convince her, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants instead and leaning down at her. "So you have grown up well enough to know your type, huh?" The blush that spread across her face followed by his words made his jaw clench. "My little Y/n is all grown up and wise now, hm? No longer requires my guidance or help deciding what she needs?"

The girl sighed at his taunting tone, oblivious to what was about to come. "We have an amazing friendship, Dana. Don't mess it up, please…" Looking down to avert her gaze from his because for some reason she just couldn't look in his eyes, the girl bit her lip. "You of all people know that I like the guy who lives in the house next to mine."

"Dongmin. Lee fucking Dongmin, huh?" Hatred laced the boy's words as his mind started to imagine the mentioned boy's pretty and kind face all broken and bruised; beaten to a pulp.

By of course no one other than Sanha.

"Don't be like that!" Giggling a little, she pushed at his shoulder playfully and sat back down, pretending to be busy with the books. "Come, help me go over these notes and stop sulking! Besides, yeah. I am old enough to know what I want now, Dana! I can't always rely on you and wait for you to guide me how to do simple daily life things, right?"

"Wrong." It happened so fast Y/n's brain couldn't even decipher it. Sanha pushed the books away and off the bed with such force they went flying away, one of his hands grabbing the girl's throat as he climbed the bed, dragging her shocked body to the middle using the grasp he had on her. "I am and will always be the one to tell you what to do because you're way too pathetic and dumb to know that on your own." A deep chuckle left him as her eyes widened and legs started kicking when the shock subsided, replacing it with panic.

"S- S- SAN- SANH-"

"Aww, not so big now, are we? Tsk tsk." Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked up at him to find a foreign expression on his face. A smirk of betrayal with dark and cold eyes looking her up and down. "Fuck… I've always wondered how these pretty looking privates of you would feel in my hands, babygirl" Sanha didn't have to use much strength keeping her in place as he climbed over the girl's smaller body, instantly groping and feeling her wherever he could, not getting much bothered by the hits and scratches her small hands were giving him.

There was so much Y/n's little hands could do against the giant.

"P- Please… please… no… please stop… You don't have to do this" the girl heaved in exhaustion as she begged Sanha, trembling and crying as she could feel his hands under her hoodie and down her shorts, squeezing and pinching wherever they pleased.

"You're right, I didn't." Pulling the string from her hoodie, the boy dragged them closer to the headboard sickly calm, ears red and erection so hard it poked the girl's thigh even through his boxers and pants. "This is YOUR fault, you hear me? YOU did this to YOURSELF" his voice was soft but rough as he punched the words in her brain, tying her hands to the headboard using the string while knowing it would be enough to easily hold her down.

"Had you cooperated and just obeyed me like little girls such as yourself fucking should instead of trying to do any thinking on your own" shaking his head, Sanha moved back down to her body, pushing the hoodie up until it bunched around her neck, big and warm rough hands tugging off her shorts roughly. "A chance… That was all I asked for."

A sob escaped the girl as the male spread her soft thighs apart, smiling as he admired her pussy lips, probing and spreading them. "Such a pretty cunt." He found himself loving the whimpers and cries escaping her, grazing his thumb up and down her folds, it's tip feeling her tiny and unused entrance, making the girl jump by spitting on it before starting to work it in.

"S- San-"

"Shhhhh~" messily stuffing her shorts that were a bit too short for his liking, the male gave a sensual lick to her soft and red pussy lips, kissing them right after and chuckling at how her thighs trembled from the feeling. "Fuck, Y/n. You've no idea how much I've wanted to tie you up like this and eat you silly before fucking you dumb as you whine and cry in pleasure, begging me for more."

Y/n tried to break free, her wrists starting to burn against the string due to how fragile her skin was. "Mmm… I promise, babygirl. By the time I am done with you, you'll be wrapped around my little finger on your knees for me." Stroking the outside of her thighs, the male shakily breathed out, crotch grinding against the mattress that they had spent their childhood playing with their toys on.

"Hnnnggg… you like it, don't you? Fuck-" Sanha looked up, his face drenched in her natural juices and his own spit, heavily breathing as he searched her face for an expression, eyes dark. "You taste so much better and sweeter than I imagined, babygirl." He went back to admiring it, playing and teasing it with his index finger, other hand continuously caressing her thigh.

It was surreal. After all these years of imagining this over and over in different scenarios and circumstances, it was finally happening. And this. This was better than all that he had fantasized.

So sweet. So soft. So… real.

Sanha could feel his head start to pound from the need and intoxication his own hormones were putting him under, now teasing her asshole with the hand that had previously been on her thigh, just wanting to feel it, feel her. All of her.

That was his. Finally.

"So tight… fuck!" Rubbing her clit with his thumb and circling her navel with his middle finger as his hand was big enough to do so, Sanha fucked her pussy hole open with the hot tip of his tongue, trying to force it in and deeper, circling the rim of muscles with it. "Now tell me, tell Daddy, it feels fucking amazing, doesn't it? Daddy is making you feel soooo good, isn't be?" Pushing one of his middle fingers up her entrance instead, the boy moved up now, removing the shorts from Y/n's mouth causing her to gasp aloud for air.

"S- Sanh- Sanha-" a sharp smack across her cheek locked her throat up again, forcing a cry out of her throat instead.

"It's Daddy" grasping her soft locks, he pulled her hair back to make the girl look at her better and glared down at her. "You must speak to your owner and caregiver with respect, little one." Pressing a wet kiss to her lips, the boy hungrily ran his tongue around them, moaning and sucking at them. "So, tell Daddy now. Tell him how good he's making you feel…" Y/n winced and cried harder, clenching around his rather thick finger on defense.

"P- Please… please… I am s- sorry! Stop! Please! Please, just stop!" His eyebrows furrowed as he pushed another finger in, stretching and stimulating her from the inside, thumb grazing against her clit.

"Are you telling me you don't feel good? This doesn't feel good? Daddy isn't making you feel good?" His voice was alarmingly soft and… deadly. But the innocent girl was too foolish to know that, of course.

"N- No… No… I- I don't! Stop, please! It hurts!" She honestly pouted, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to struggle weakly, actually expecting him to stop.

"You leave me no choice, then." Pulling his fingers out of her, Sanha didn't pay any attention to the shaky naive little sigh of relief that left her, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out and smirking. "If being nice isn't gonna get me anywhere," gripping her throat, he shakily moaned and pumped his cock, pressing the head to her opening. "Then I won't." Giving a powerful thrust in Y/n's pussy which tore due to his girth, the boy crazily grinned.

"I'll simply get my pleasure and lock you up until I need you again. Just how you're meant to be. A pretty doll, all for me."

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#non con #sanha #yoon sanha #astro #dark kpop #dark fic #dark astro #astro smut #sanha smut #sanha x you #sanha x reader #astro x reader #astro x you #astro scenarios #astro imagines #kpop smut

[ratmonky]

Love Loser

Word Count: 7.7K

Warnings: Obsession, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Chikan, Breeding, dub-con

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“Be careful and don’t forget that a professional sorcerer is going to pick you up from the station,” Gojo hugged both Megumi and you. “Don’t talk to strangers and don’t waste your allowance on junk food.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Megumi pushed him away. “We’re going to ride on the train for only two hours, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“It feels like just yesterday when I met you two…” Gojo smiled, ignoring Megumi, and gave a dreamy sigh, still hugging you. “Now, you’re leaving me~”

“We’re gonna come back,” Megumi mumbled. “You know that.”

“He likes to be dramatic.” You finally broke the hug. “Do you want me to say anything to Yuuji?”

“Tell him to come back!” Gojo pouted his lips, wrapping his arms around himself. “It’s because of him that all of my students are leaving.”

“Wasn’t it you who sent him away to train with that sorcerer?” Megumi didn’t need an answer.

Gojo paused and his arms went limp, falling to his sides. “Yeah…”

“Did they leave?”

A familiar voice made you turn around. There she was, you had thought she wasn’t going to make it. With the biggest smile on your lips, you threw yourself in Nobara’s arms.

“Ahh, listen, listen, (name)! You have to bring souvenirs!” She was practically yelling in your ear and embracing you tightly. “I’m gonna miss you so bad.”

“We’re going away only for a week...” Megumi rolled his eyes.

Gojo leaned to whisper to Megumi’s ear. “They like to be dramatic.”

A loud whistle tore the chatter of the crowd in the train station.

It was time.

While Megumi took your bag from the ground and threw it over his shoulder to give you a little longer time to embrace Nobara, the two of you were giggling over something he couldn’t hear.

Another whistle came, only then you managed to let go of your friend to follow Megumi to get on the train. You stood in front of the closing doors to wave at your teacher and friend.

They waved back, Nobara blew you a kiss and it made you giggle.

Megumi lazily waved at the two through the door’s glass window as the loud whistle once again was heard. The train started rolling forward.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the two until Megumi pulled you toward a seat.

“This is exciting,” you smiled. “I wonder what kind of place Yuuji is staying at.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes to what?” you chuckled. “Is it exciting or-”

“It’s exciting,” Megumi said firmly. “I’m also curious about what the place is like.”

~~~

“Sometimes I wonder if that guy has a brain,” Megumi huffed and put his hand on his hip in annoyance. “I’ve never seen this professional sorcerer before so how did he think we were going to recognize him somehow?”

You agreed with a small chuckle but it turned into a gasp. Your eyes landed on a familiar spiky pink hair. A smile tugged at your lips as you dropped your bags to run forward.

“(name)-?” Megumi stood there in shock as you ran towards the man who was waiting with open arms.

“Yuuji!” You jumped into his arms and as soon as Yuuji caught you, he spun around laughing.

“I missed you!”

Yuuji let you down and held your hand instead as you walked over to Megumi.

He was frowning while Yuuji grabbed all of your bags to carry them himself.

“The sorcerer training me is out of town today. He’ll be back in two days. He told me to come and get you two to his house,” Yuuji simply explained. “How ya been doing?”

“Fine,” you said.

“Terrible,” Megumi groaned.

“Good,” Yuuji snickered.

~~~

A professional sorcerer’s house was more cramped than you thought it would be. Megumi and Yuuji had to share a futon together and sleep in the same room as you.

“You lived like this for a month already?” Megumi grimaced at the messy room.

Yuuji proudly smiled. “What? You can’t handle not sleeping in your own giant private room?”

“Don’t fight on our first day together!” You yelled from the kitchen.

Yuuji entered the room and leaned on the counter, watching you quietly.

You didn’t look up at him since you were cooking but he was oddly quiet. Finally, you asked what he wanted.

“I missed you.”

~~~

The village Yuuji was staying at was located very close to the mountains.

You were checking the map, “Our trail is starting here.” You pointed at the map on the ground, circling the small green spot with a red marker. “That’s our exact position,” you muttered. “We’ll go up to the mountain until this part.” You marked another spot on the map which was very far away from the current position, then slowly tapped the marker on the destination.

You gave a contented sigh, the cool air of the summer breeze was creeping on all of you as you folded the map and looked up, “Any questions?”

“No.” Yuuji jumped on his spot, “Let’s get going.”

You were the only one without a large backpack but you were carrying the necessity bag and the firewood was given into your care. It was all pretty heavy but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

Yuuji was leading the way, while Megumi was at the end making sure that nobody fell behind, which only meant you, since only you weren’t able to keep up with the others’ pace. You were right on one thing, hiking was very difficult and tiring. You were already drenched in sweat and it had been only half an hour. You took a deep breath while trying to walk up the trail, avoiding all the rocks and weird-looking plants.

Yuuji found a nice opening to take a break and eat lunch. The moment he put his backpack down he could see the two of you cheer with exhaustion, he laughed. “We’re going to eat lunch, we’re not there yet.”

Huffing, you sat on a big rock while Yuuji was taking out the lunch from the basket. Megumi handed water bottles to each of you. You took one and drank the whole bottle in one go, wiping your sweat to the ends of your shirt while lifting it, omitting the way Megumi was blushing.

~~~

“We made it!” you cheered.

The large clearing you arrived at was covered by tall trees and there were large rocks laid in a circle in the middle of the clearing. Yuuji claimed that it was from when he came here with his friends from the village before. It was simply a really popular camping spot but Megumi wasn't sure if he only eaned to bring you all here because there was a fire pit ready or for another reason. The plan was to have a nice hike and a picnic before returning back, you weren't going to camp here. 

“You should check the view from that cliff.” Yuuji pointed towards the north with a smile. “It’s gorgeous, I’ve never seen anything like its view, it’s enough to make anyone tear up!”

“Where?” you asked, handing him a bottle of water.

“It’s like ten minutes that way.” He pointed north again. “I’m pointing at it, can’t you see?”

“Well, I thought you were going to give us the exact directions if it was located somewhere tricky and-” Megumi was walking inside the forest slowly without saying anything, “Wait, Fushiguro!” you yelled at him for not waiting and dropped your bags next to Yuuji.

He stopped walking, you caught up to him and you walked deeper into the forest together.

It was dead quiet. If it wasn’t for the shaking of the trees and the sounds of the cicadas, you would feel uncomfortable. Megumi liked the silence, it was peaceful.

Only a couple of minutes of walking later, you realized, the view from the cliff was breathtaking.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before.” You couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice. The sunlight made everything look like a painting, the colors of the trees and grass were an impossible bright orange.

Megumi nodded in agreement. “It was worth the walk.”

“Right? I thought he was overexaggerating but it’s actually prettier!” you gave a light chuckle. “I’m glad we got to see it together.”

“Yeah.” His gaze hesitantly dropped to your hand. A million thoughts went through his mind and he wanted to reach for you, taking your hand in his and holding it tightly. He wondered what you would do, you would just laugh and let him hold your hand as if it was no big deal.

To you it didn’t mean anything to be with him at this moment, enjoying the view and standing beside him. But to Megumi, it was heavenly yet not enough. He wanted to enjoy more time together or even spend years together. He knew once both of you graduated, you would go different ways but he desperately needed to stay with you.

He knew his life wouldn’t be the same without you in it.

“Fushiguro,” you said, voice quiet and soft. “I think I have someone I like.”

His body jolted, gaze lifting up to your face. You were blushing faintly.

“Who?” His voice was faint, not very like him. Clearing his throat, he asked again. “Who?”

You put your hands on your cheeks and closed your eyes with a grin. “Ahh, it’s so embarrassing.”

From the way you were blushing, he knew who it was.

I like you too.

He wanted to say it out loud. Megumi started blushing as well when he opened his mouth. “I-”

“It’s Yuuji!”

Why?

Megumi’s eyes widened, the view he had thought to be gorgeous was turning into a glimpse of hell and your lovely expression on your face nearly made him retch.

Why?

“That’s why Nobara wanted me to come here with you, she keeps telling me to say something but I’m just soooo embarrassed! I mean, I wanna be with him before that happens.”

Why him?

Your words didn’t reach him anymore, even if they did, he couldn’t register what they meant. Each word was something he couldn’t comprehend when put together, it felt like he was going insane.

Why him but not me?

As long as he treasured this time you had together, to him it would be enough. He didn’t have to be with you forever. He was fine just being friends.

Right?

“I’m gonna confess to him, Nobara thinks he likes me and-”

“Don’t.” Megumi turned to face you completely, his head was dizzy.

“Why not?” You were smiling, oh how cute. Knowing why you were smiling like this made his throat clench. “Don’t you think he likes me?”

“No,” he firmly responded. Your smile faltered, lips pressing together in worry. He had to do it. He had to do something. He was desperate to do something. “He likes Kugisaki.”

I love you more than he ever could.

“Oh,” you said, gaze dropping to the ground. “I… I never noticed.”

“I know it because he told me. You shouldn’t get in between him and her.” His tone was colder than ice. He realized how badly his hands were shaking and quickly put them in his pockets to hide them from your view.

“I see,” you whispered. Perhaps, your best friend liked him too. It would be cruel to prevent them from getting together. Yes. Although it hurt, you were fine. Fine.

Your vision blurred with tears.

Ah.

Hastily, you wiped your tears and turned to look at the view one more time. Although your tears didn’t stop, Megumi didn’t want to say anything since he was fighting with his own demons but he couldn’t stand watching you cry.

“(name)?” You didn’t respond, so he took a step closer to you. “Hey,” he tried calling for you again and this time you flinched. You wiped your tears away with your forearms before turning to face him.

“I’m fine.” You beamed up at him despite how red your eyes were.

His eyes fixated on the ground in front of him. He was troubled, unable to look you in the face. “It’s not the end of the world.” His voice was calm.

“It still hurts.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Fushiguro.”

Yuuji was placing big smooth rocks around the fireplace that was already lit when the two of you returned. He smiled at you, “Took you two long enough.”

“Yeah, it was prettier than I thought.” You took a blanket out from one of the bags and spread it on the ground.

“You’re okay?” Yuuji asked, raising a brow. “Your eyes are red.”

Nodding, you brushed it off with a lie, “The view made me tear up.”

He laughed and patted on your back. “Told you!”

~~~

“Todo was very interested in (name) today, huh?” Yuuji said as they were walking to their dorm.

Megumi hummed. 

“I mean, she’s kinda cute, I’m not sure.” He laughed and then stopped in front of his friend, blocking the way. “Actually, scratch that, she’s very cute.”

A disgusted expression settled on Megumi’s face but he shook it off instantly. 

“What do you think of her?”

“She’s my friend.” Megumi sounded… conflicted.

“What’s with the pause?” Yuuji chuckled.

Megumi was trying to walk around him to get to his room so he could avoid this pointless conversation altogether but Yuuji was barely giving him any space to move around the hallway.

“I think I like her,” Yuuji stepped in front of him once again as he had just managed to walk past him, “(name) is pretty and I like her.”

“Do you like her only because she’s pretty?” Megumi’s anger was starting to turn towards his friend even though he wasn’t the reason for his anger. “What do you like about her exactly?”

For a while, Yuuji couldn’t speak. His brows furrowed in anger because he didn’t know what to say. 

“I think we both know the truth now.” Megumi looked down at Yuuji, sending him a warning glare.

The color drained from Yuuji’s face but he tried not to show his shock on his face. 

They glared at each other for a moment before Megumi let out a sigh. “But, you know what Itadori?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I believe she deserves someone better than you.” He walked past his friend and into his room, leaving Yuuji behind, alone with his thoughts.

As soon as he closed the door, he collapsed on the floor with his hands covering his ears. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Why? Why? WHY?

~~~

Neither of you confessed to each other in the passing years.

Megumi made sure of it.

~~~

“Ahh, I’m jealous! You two already kissed?” Yuuji kept whining, hitting his head on the table. “What was it like? Did she squirm a lot? What did she taste like?”

Inumaki flushed red and shook his head, refusing to give him an answer.

“I never thought Inumaki would be the first one between all of us to get a girlfriend,” Panda commented, taking a bite from one of the small rice cakes before he mumbled under his breath. "Especially her."

“You talk as if you were gonna get one,” Yuuji responded.

“That hurt!” Panda held his chest, pretending to be in pain.

“To be honest, I always thought Fushiguro would be first.”

It became silent when Yuuji said that. Everyone was staring at him now.

“What?”

“You’re single, right?” Panda asked.

Megumi rolled his eyes. “Why are you asking?”

“You guys are next to graduate, Fushiguro! Find yourself a girl before sorcerer work starts building up!” Panda let out a noise closer to a groan and turned to Yuuji. “What about you?”

“Unfortunately, I’m single!”

“No, not that! Do you have anyone you like?” For some reason, they were yelling at each other now.

But that wasn’t the yelling that made Megumi almost drop his glass, it was the question.

No.

Don’t answer.

They will encourage you.

Unaware of all the things running through Megumi’s head, Yuuji’s cheeks blushed. “I... do.”

Panda grinned, “Who is it?”

Shut up.

Don’t say it.

Megumi watched Yuuji’s lips move in terror as he said a name he was familiar with. “Jennifer Lawrence.”

Letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the tension on Megumi’s shoulders eased while everyone else was laughing.

He had to make a move before it was too late.

~~~

When they started running out of necessities in the dorms, it was usually two of the seniors who went to restock them. Since you were all seniors now, it had become your duty which none of you looked forward to.

“We’ll just play rock paper scissors,” Nobara said. “It’ll be fair.”

Yuuji frowned, “I haven’t won a single time playing this.”

“Well, that means Fushiguro will have his Saturday free, unlike you, Yuuji.” You cracked your fingers. “I won’t lose, I need to catch up with my show today.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Megumi sighed.

“I always go with rock,” Nobara said with a grin. You were smarter than to fall for her trick, you knew she was going for a scissor, you were going to pick rock!

All four of you stood together and shouted rock paper scissors in unison. Except for Megumi.

The result was as expected.

While Nobara and Yuuji had gone with paper, both you and Megumi had gone for rock.

Nobara yelled in excitement and turned to Yuuji, the two high-fived and cheered as you stared at your hand.

“I can’t believe it worked!” Yuuji laughed.

“Fushiguro is a lot dumber than I thought! He actually fell for it!”

“I didn’t fall for anything. I always pick rock first.” Megumi noticed how distraught you looked over losing and slapped your fist that was still hovering in the air, “Come on, let’s go before it’s too late. We can come back early if we hurry.”

You nodded reluctantly and then pointed at Nobara threateningly. “Don’t watch the show without me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

Megumi realized the two of you were going to keep on bickering, decidedly, he put a hand on your shoulder to lead you out of the common room of the dorm.

After getting ready, you met up outside the campus. While you wanted to take the bus because it would be less crowded, Megumi insisted on taking the subway train which would be a lot faster despite being extremely crowded on the weekends.

In the end, you relented without knowing his true intentions.

The train was packed, even more than normal. Only then you remembered about Takada-chan’s concert downtown. Ugh, this was truly the worst. There wasn’t any place to hold onto and you were squished against Megumi’s body to the point of his phone in his pants poking your thigh.

The sudden turn of the train made you lose your balance and you held onto your friend. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s fine,” he said, not looking at you. “Hold onto me and stay close, otherwise you might disturb someone.”

Since he was tall enough to hold onto one of the bars above your head, he was able to hold his balance but somehow his body still managed to move against yours.

“Okay,” you murmured, gripping to his jacket and moving closer to him. “How long left?” You didn’t have the courage to complain about his phone poking you against your thigh but if you moved a little to your left, you could avoid it.

“Five minutes or less.” His voice broke into a sigh when you moved against what you thought was his phone. He was glad you moved away, now, you wouldn’t be able to notice the damp spot.

Getting off the train, Megumi quickly excused himself to go to the restroom. Taking the opportunity, you took out your phone to check out the list you had to buy one more time.

You were buying the necessities for yourself and Nobara while Megumi was going to buy the things the boys needed. It was a rule that helped both parties, boys didn’t know the difference between adult diapers and menstrual pads at the same time girls didn’t understand why boys couldn’t use fragranced hand lotions.

In the bathroom stall, Megumi wiped the inside of his pants and underwear as much as he could but the stickiness was there to stay. He put a paper towel perfectly lined up between his skin and the sticky fabric to spare himself from the discomfort. He had made a good choice to wear black pants today.

“Come on,” you whined as soon as he left the restroom and grabbed his arm. “We have to hurry to the mall.”

“Mall? I thought we were going to the store around the corner.”

“Nobara wants us to buy her skincare.” You showed him the text you had gotten from her and started pulling him towards the exit. “It’ll be fun anyway.”

Megumi let you drag him wherever you wanted, only focusing on how warm your touch was.

The loud chatter of the crowd, bright colors, children laughing, warm weather, and the smell of the delicious food.

“This sure takes me back.” You smiled brightly. “Malls are exciting. It’s like being a kid again.”

Although it was still a little early there were already quite a number of people in the mall.

“It’s too crowded,” Megumi pointed out.

“It’s because of Takada-chan’s concert downtown,” you said, with a quirky tone as you exited the drugstore. “I bet Todo’s there.” There was a pause before you beamed up at him. “Let’s go watch it together, they’re probably still selling tickets!”

He averted his gaze to hide his blushing face from you. “Didn’t you wanna go back to watch your show?”

You hummed. “Well, if we split up and bought everything we needed and met up back here… If we still had time, we could watch the end of her show!”

Megumi wasn’t a fan of that said idol but he was a fan of the two of you being pressed against in a small room as you jumped excitedly, perhaps you would even dance, moving your hips, and then he could get better friction than on the train and maybe-

“Hey!” You were snapping a finger in front of his face repeatedly, “What do you say?”

“O-okay?”

“Perfect!” You checked the time on your phone and looked around. “I already bought Nobara’s skincare so I don’t have much left to buy. I’ll meet you here.”

He didn’t even get to say something before you walked away. Thankfully, his list wasn’t as complicated as yours, it took him less than twenty minutes to buy everything and even had time to try out some of the samples being given out.

While he was looking down from the third floor, he could see you run from store to store, gathering all of the not-so-necessary stuff. His lips curled up to a smile and his phone buzzed.

It was a text from Yuuji, telling him to buy a new charger for his phone that he was going to pay for later.

Megumi lied and told him that there weren’t any phone chargers in the store.

Yuuji’s reply made his brows furrow.

[New Message]

Itadori: (name) called me n said u were in the mall dont lieeeeee to meeee  ):<  btw the concert is canceled cuz of heavy rain so i cant come sorry ); anywayy u should hurry home and buy an umbrella!!

So, you didn’t actually want to go and see the concert together with Megumi. Other than that… you called Yuuji… Why? You never called Megumi, you didn’t even text him.

His hands started shaking as the thought of you still being in love with Yuuji dawned on him.

He had been doing everything and anything to keep you guys away from each other. Purposely losing to be with you, making sure Yuuji was busy on the weekends so you could only spend time with Nobara.

What if you started going out with him?

What if you were already going out with him?

Megumi returned to the meeting point, you were already waiting for him. He tried to listen to your complaints about how Nobara was constantly adding new stuff to the list and how it took longer for you to buy everything or how heavy your backpack was but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. It was hard for him to hold a conversation when he was unable to comprehend why you were acting the way you were.

In front of the place Takada-chan was supposed to do her show, it was crowded but something was off.

“Why are people leaving already?”

With your remark, he noticed the majority of people walking back the path that was leading to the exit.

After a sigh, he spoke. “It’s canceled. Apparently, there’s a risk of heavy rain.”

“The weather reports never mentioned that,” you pouted and paused momentarily. “Wait… you knew about it?”

“There,” Megumi let out a deep breath, pointing at a sign saying that the place was closed due to the weather.

“Oh.” You looked away from him, mumbling an apology.

“We should hurry up to the station, it looks like it’s going to rain soon.” Megumi turned to you. “Come on.”

The two of you started walking back to the station but as crowded as the station was there was no way you could hop on any of the trains leaving right now. So, you took the bus with the disadvantage of having to walk to the campus once you got off.

“It’s gonna rain,” you whined, stopping to walk.

“Don’t fall back,” Megumi said, offering you a hand. “We’ll walk through the park, it’s a shortcut.”

You took his hand and continued walking in stifling silence until a peal of thunder was heard, loud and long.

Your grip on his hand tightened.

The downpour came after the loud noise almost instantly, it was heavy and rapid.

Megumi cursed and you both started running towards a tree. You still had a long way to go but the large tree would be a perfect shelter from the heavy rain thanks to its size.

By the time you arrived under the tree, both of your clothes were soaked by the rain.

“It’s cold,” you whined and wrapped your arms around yourself. “A sudden downpour is just too much!”

“They say the weather during spring changes rapidly.” Megumi took his jacket off. “This is a problem. I hadn’t brought any rain gear.”

“Nobody did!” you laughed, “The weather report never mentioned once about it raining today!”

He didn’t say anything and turned around on his heels. “Now, what?” He was talking to himself. “We should call someone to get us.” Megumi turned around to look at you. He paused, you were soaking wet. Your clothes were sticking to your skin and your hair was messy.

What’s with that appearance?

“I’m going to call Kugisaki and tell her where we are. She can come here with umbrellas so we can leave.” Megumi turned back around and patted on his jacket’s pockets to find his phone. Once he found it, he called her.

Kugisaki said she would be there as soon as she could but Megumi knew it would take a minimum of half an hour for her to even step out of the campus. That’s why he chose to call her.

“What did she say?” you asked when he hung up.

“She’ll be here but it might take a while.”

You sneezed, rubbing your nose gently. “We’re both going to catch a cold by the time she comes to get us. You should’ve called Yuuji.”

“You can’t even stop talking about him when you’re with me." His eyes widened after he said it, he had apparently said it unbidden.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He tried to move around you but stopped when you quickly laid a hand against his chest.

He couldn’t help shuddering at the contact. He had been trying to hold back all day but now that he had you here, alone with him. All he wanted to do was to press you against the tree, get in between your legs and-

“Are you alright, Megumi?” You looked concerned, completely unaware of his thoughts.

“I’m,” he started, trying to make his tone rational, serious. Stoic, like normal, as always. “I’m f-fine.”

He failed.

You frowned. “Are you sure?” Your hand pressed a little harder on his chest. “Your heart is beating really fast.”

Megumi pinched his eyes shut, taking a slow breath through his mouth. He was focusing on his own control. “Being stuck together like this… I can’t help being conscious of it.” His face was red as he admitted this. “I can’t really keep myself from focusing on you.”

“T-that’s kinda weird to say to a friend.” You took your trembling hand away from his chest, unable to say anything else.

He took a deep breath in and out before speaking. “I don’t see you as a friend.” His voice was devoid of any emotion. He was silent for a while, thinking. His eyes were serious, gazing down at you with desperation. “You’re beautiful,” he finally said. “I’ve liked you since we first met.”

“I… I like someone else, you know that… Fushiguro.”

He will die sooner or later.

He wanted to say it but resisted the urge.

“He doesn’t like you,” he said, his voice threatening to break. “Am I not good enough?”

You froze, seeing Megumi this vulnerable in front of you was too much. He wasn’t like this, he didn’t let his guard down in front of anyone. Yet-

“I just… I know we aren’t meant to be but I like him. It’s hard to give up on the one you like.”

“What about me?” he asked, “What about my feelings?”

At that moment, you got a glimpse of how much Megumi was hurting. Hurting and hurting. You had been acting selfishly, you had even told him your feelings about Yuuji all those years ago. If it weren’t for his warning, you would’ve been in his place right now. Being rejected by the person you liked.

Yuuji would have been gentler, he would have used all the words he knew that wouldn’t hurt you as he told you how he liked Nobara.

You weren’t all that considerate. This was all your fault.

“I-I will try to give up on him and give you an answer.”

“You need to be honest with yourself. How much more time do you need until you realize that he’ll never love you like me?”

His willpower and composure vanished. Everything that was holding him back, whether it be his thoughts or the consequences that might come after he acted without thinking was pushed back to the furthest back on his mind.

All he could think about was you.

“W-wait.”

“I can’t wait any longer.”

You watched him get closer to your face but didn’t move away from shock. Immediately, you closed your eyes shut. Although you couldn’t see him kissing you, the pressure of his lips was more than enough to let you know. Your pulse went berserk as his rough lips pressed against yours, eager and hard. He was firm, a little too forceful.

He placed his hands on your waist, feeling you up while his tongue pressed into your mouth, frenziedly trying to savor your taste.

A sound closer to a moan escaped you when he bit down on your bottom lip before leaning down and kissing your neck, forcing another lewd sound to leave your soft lips. He took a second to press a light kiss against your neck and pressed his hips against you experimentally. Slowly, just testing the waters, he grinded himself against you more firmly and let out a ragged sigh. Though he had already been hard, you felt him growing harder by the second.

“(name),” he whispered, full of passion. “Say my name.”

“Fushiguro-”

“Megumi,” he corrected. His skin was burning up and it felt like he was under direct sunlight, which given the weather, might have been far off. “Say my name.”

“Megumi.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. You were his and nobody else could touch you. He had to make sure of it.

“I like you,” Megumi uttered, he let out a soft sigh, letting his hand reach up to touch your face. He wanted to feel your skin, how soft it was but he stopped himself mid-way when he realized you had been crying.

Ah, so this was a failure.

He should have waited.

However before he could get any more anxious over anything, you got on your tiptoes and then your lips pressed against his.

You tasted sweet, your lips were soft and welcoming, urging him to do whatever he wanted to you, giving him your answer regarding his feelings.

His lips moved slowly against yours and his hands settled, hesitantly on your hips again.

A soft, wanton noise escaped you.

Megumi tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear with his shaking hand as your lips danced in harmony and he tugged you closer. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you closer and closer. You pressed your chest flush onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He could smell your sweet scent, that scent he had been dying to know what it smelled like in person rather than your dirty laundry. He grinded into you frantically, making you moan into his mouth and allow him to snake his tongue further down your throat.

Your hips bucked against him, you were lost in lust to care about being in public. His eyes widened as another moan forced its way out of your throat. You tugged at his hair, pulling him closer to yourself desperately.

His face was flushed completely red as you kept letting out cute, sweet noises for him. He had to give himself a minute longer, cherishing the moment before withdrawing himself, unable to stop the grin that crawled up his face while a long strand of drool dripped from his lips and another small strand of drool connecting your lips together broke apart.

A soft gasp emerged from your lips as you looked at him dreamily. You were both blushing furiously, lips completely swollen and wet from the kiss and you couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

“You’re finally mine.” He pressed his forehead against yours, his hand on your cheek rubbed circles on the skin with his thumb. You stayed quiet, letting your arms around him stay there as both of you cherished the small moment of silence together.

“Ahem.”

Both of your smiles disappeared and the two of you let go of each other as if you were burned.

There stood Yuuji, holding his umbrella and another spare umbrella. “Kugisaki told me to bring you an umbrella,” His cheeks were flushed bright red because of embarrassment. “I didn’t want to interfere with you two.”

“Itadori!” Megumi took a step forward, his tone was frustrated. “This!-” He stopped, what was this? What was he going to say? Yuuji had most certainly seen you kiss or maybe more. Megumi had no idea of how long his friend stood there and watched you for.

“Even you should be able to fool around with a girl, Fushiguro!” Yuuji forced a laugh and glanced at you. “Are you two, well… going out?”

You glanced at Megumi, he was already looking at you.

His words from earlier came back to your mind. You had to move on, this was for the best.

“Kinda,” you answered.

“Oh, that explains a lot.” Yuuji’s stare found Megumi but then he quickly looked away.

There was a moment of silence.

“Could we just go home now?” you asked, realizing nobody was going to move unless you said something.

“That’s why I am here,” Yuuji beckoned the two of you to follow him.

You followed him to the campus. The two of you shared an umbrella together in silence and once you arrived at the entrance, Megumi hesitantly grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’ll make you happy.”

It was a promise.

~~~

Passing days were normal, nothing out of ordinary.

You started dating Megumi and forgot about Yuuji.

“Short hair would look better on you,” Yuuji said, overhearing your conversation with Nobara.

“Nooo, her hair is fine as it is!” Nobara argued, walking over to the couch to hit Yuuji’s head. “You just like girls with short hair.”

While the two argued about it, Megumi slowly lifted his gaze up from the book he was reading to watch you blush.

~~~

“Don’t do that,” you whispered, trying to hold back your moan. “Nobara will hear.”

“It makes you feel good.” Megumi pushed his fingers inside your slick heat, lips pressing on your clit, “She knows we’re dating.”

“I-it’s embarrassing,” you stuttered.

“Is it embarrassing to date me?” He pulled back his lips but continued scissoring his fingers in and out of you.

“Noo,” you stretched the word out, biting back a moan. “Y-you know what I mean.”

“Hmm?” He lolled his tongue out and licked between your folds slow enough to make you squirm.

Your hands went to grab his hair out of instinct, trying to pull him back from your pussy. “M-Megumi, please… It’s embarrassing if she hears me do that sorta noise...”

Your words didn’t match your tone. He ignored your empty pleads and lapped at your cunt, his hands pressing on your inner thighs to keep them in place.

Instantly, you arched your back. Megumi’s tongue was hot against your sensitive pussy. It was nothing like when you touched yourself, it made your toes curl in pleasure no matter what he did.

His lips curled up into a smile when a moan escaped you, it was loud enough for Nobara in the next room to hear. He knew she wouldn’t stay quiet about it, running her mouth and telling Yuuji about how loud you were last night.

He sucked on your clit, drawing small circles over the delicate nub with his tongue and using the entire strength of his arm to fuck you with his digits. Your legs shook as your thighs pressed on between each side of his head, you were pulling his hair and moaning but Megumi didn’t stop until the pleasure building in your gut spread and took over all of your senses.

When your high came, it was euphoric, left you panting and exhausted.

Megumi threw himself next to you on your bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, “Turn to your side,” he whispered. Complying, you sluggishly turned to your side, your back against his chest.

Using his hand, he lifted your leg and guided his cock between your thighs. He let your leg fall back to instead use the same hand to cup your naked breast. “Press your thighs together.”

You followed his instructions with a hum. As soon as he felt the supple flesh of your thighs around his cock, he started moving his hips. Although he would have wanted to be inside you right now, he had time. He wanted to take all of your firsts one by one like collecting stamps and make sure to treasure each single first.

His lips pressed against your neck, he groaned softly as he came between your thighs. Turning around, you kissed him sloppily before burying your face on his neck.

It took him a while to catch his breath, he carded his fingers through your hair. “I like it like this.” He pressed a kiss against your hair.

~~~

The next day, Megumi was in the common room with Yuuji when you came back from hanging out with Nobara downtown.

He heard you mumbling and your girlfriend angrily scolding you through the halls.

“It’s definitely lipstick,” Yuuji said.

“Last time was lipstick, it’s probably because they bought the same dress or something.” Megumi shook his head with a faint smile on his lips, he was looking forward to listening to you complain about your day as you cuddled on his bed as usual.

“Wanna bet over it?” Yuuji smirked. “The loser has to clean the toilets.”

“It’s gonna be you.”

“I took my eyes off of you for one second!” Nobara was laughing but her tone was still upset as she entered the common room. “I can’t believe you!”

The boys were waiting for the reveal if it was a lipstick or a clothing item you two were fighting over but as soon as you walked in, they realized it was none of them.

“I think it looks good,” you mumbled, hesitantly moving your hand up to feel your haircut. “It was time for a change.”

The smile Megumi had on his face dropped, his eyes were on Yuuji who was smiling. “I think it looks gorgeous,” he complimented. It was a fairly innocent compliment but Megumi thought of it as something else.

“Thanks,” you said, cheeks blushing slightly. You walked over to your boyfriend, twirling around excitedly, “What do you think?”

“It’s shorter.” Megumi couldn’t find the words to describe how jealous he was but he made sure to not show it on his face. “Cute.”

“Aww, thank you!” You leaned and took his hand, pulling him up to his feet. “Now, help me carry the stuff I bought back to my room.”

You dragged him to the entrance hall, omitting the way he was frowning. He grabbed your shopping bags and followed you into your room without saying anything.

“I bought you something as well, it’s an early graduation gift!” You crouched next to the bags as soon as he put them down to look for his present. “I heard you’re going to have an internship in Kyoto and I also applied there so we can go there together.”

“Why did you cut your hair?”

Your shoulders tensed. “What?”

“Are you still in love with him?” Megumi’s tone was upset, he couldn’t hide it. “Is that it?”

Standing up, you turned to face him. “It’s just hair… I wanted to cut it so I did.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, Megumi. I don’t like him anymore. You’re making a big-”

He pushed you towards your bed, your body slammed against the soft sheets and a surprised yelp left your lips but Megumi’s lips stifled the sound. He was being too rough, his lips were moving as if to devour you whole but it didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back.

His hand went to pull down his sweatpants. Ahh, sweatpants, the great invention of mankind, saving him from the hassle of unbuckling a belt and undoing the zipper to free his aching cock.

“Wait,” you said into the kiss but he shut you up with his lips, his free hand going under your skirt to pull your panties to the side. Using the same hand, he grabbed the back of your knee to make room for himself between your legs.

Megumi broke the kiss slowly so he could gaze down at you. “You’re mine.”

Wanting to assure him, you nodded rapidly.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

“You’re in love with me.” He positioned himself between your thighs and rubbed the tip of his cock across your slit.

You made a small noise to confirm.

Megumi pushed himself inside you. The feeling of your walls stretching and a sudden pain made a yelp left your lips. He pulled his hips back to confirm if he was your first or not, a sickening smile spread across his face when he saw the proof. Thrusting back inside, he made sure to push himself deep inside your cunt until you could feel the heat and shape of his cock.

As he was trying to find a pace, he hit a spot that made you squirm. With a smug smile, he angled his hips just right to find your sweet spot once again to turn your mind into mush.

With each thrust of his hips stroking your sweet spot, you felt... overwhelmed, that was the only word that could describe how you felt.

Eventually, his steady pace slackened and he planted his hands on each side of your head to start humping you like a desperate dog in heat.

Your toes curled and the pain from your hymen being torn became a faint memory. All you could feel was Megumi’s desperation.

The desperation he felt and his inexperience combining was too much. He put all of that frenzy into his hips. Your bed frame started banging on the wall from the force he put behind each thrust.

Mind going completely numb, your eyes rolled up from pleasure, hips moving to meet Megumi’s brutal thrusts. He growled when your gummy walls clenched around his cock, he stopped moving for a moment as his hands hastily went to the back of your knees to push them towards your chest. Mounting you completely, he started fucking you almost frantically.

In this position his cock went deeper and stroked the gummy flesh of your walls enticingly.

The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix, causing your body to start spasming, legs shaking and mouth drooling. “M-M-Megumi-”

Megumi was too busy chasing after his own release and he continued fucking you through your orgasm. He put his entire weight behind his thrusts, growling each time his balls slapped against your ass.

He leaned forward and buried his face in your neck, his lips parted and his teeth sank on the sensitive skin. Squirming, you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him there.

Your pussy clenched around him one last time, squeezing his cock to milk it dry. He managed to steal a few more thrusts before his cock twitched inside your belly. His thick seed filled your womb until it overflowed.

Continuing to fuck his seed deep inside you, Megumi barely managed to pull himself back. He stopped biting your neck, withdrawing himself to stare at how deep he had bitten you. The pain of being bitten wasn’t there or at least it wasn’t there for this moment, you couldn’t feel anything but his cum slowly seeping out from your hole. The warmth in your tummy was leaving your body and spilling onto your sheets instead.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you giggled, an eerie smile on your lips. “So easy to provoke.”

Thus Megumi became aware of something. You weren’t dumb, you were always calculating whenever you spoke to him, always watching and always doing things that would spur him on.

You didn’t actually belong to him.

He belonged to you.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader

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Skinny Love II (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: second part to skinny love. This is all angst. Very sad. I just watched the pain arc again and had to write something about Kakashi and what happens. Im guessing this could be tagged for spoilers but Naruto is old soooo. 

Word count: 5000

“I’m just saying, maybe the second novel is better than the first. You’re free to have your own opinion, that’s just what I think.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Whatever you say,” Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes at the masked man sitting in front of her. She was sipping on a hot bowl of broth after coming home from her most recent mission. It was a nice day out, and she thought it would be a good idea to go out and get something to eat with her favorite shinobi. He was dangerously possessive over his romance novels, and felt immense embarrassment when Y/N decided to pick them up as well. 

For a week after finishing the series, she mocked him for liking the gushy, mushy romance that lied on the pages, not to mention the more inappropriate chapters that left nothing to the imagination. Master Jiraiya wasn’t kidding when he said he was doing “research” at the bath house.

“We should go out more often,” he commented, “It’s nice to relax with all this Akatsuki business going on.”

“Definitely. We used to go out like this all the time before you started training those kids,” she hummed. It was true. They had normal outings at that point in time, as the only thing they did was go on missions and then chill at home until the next outing. After Naruto and Sasuke revealed their unique personalities, and got themselves into some sticky situations, the times changed and they spent much more time apart than before. “Not to mention going out with you gives me an excuse to eat whatever I want.”

He nodded in reply, his eyes trailing down to his novel once again which he was skimming over. She didn’t mind him reading at the table. What was he supposed to do? Eat? There was no way he would take off the mask. He was content just giving her company. 

His reading gave Y/N an excuse to admire him. Her eyes would lift from the table every time he looked down at the pages, and she would take in all his features. She swore, he was one of the most handsome men she’d ever met, even with the mask. Without a mask, he probably resembled a god. It was nice to just watch as he relaxed into his novel, enjoying himself without any cares in the world. 

She liked to talk to him even more. He always knew the right thing to say to make her feel important and wanted, even on her worst of days, he was there to make it better. He was brave and strong, but kind and gentle when need be. His soft words in the late nights they hung out, or his concern when she injured herself, or the happiness the times she made him laugh. Each moment meant so much more to her than he realized. 

It was evident to everyone that she had an attachment to him. What kind exactly was the complicated part. While they had been friends for quite a long time, she felt like he was more than just a normal friend or even a best friend. He felt more like a partner than anything, whether it be partner-in-crime or partner-in-love. She loved him with every bone in her body, more than she loved her comrades or her friends, she cared for him like she would a lover.

Maybe it was because she was so shy that she couldn’t tell him how she felt after all this time. Maybe it was fear of rejection. Maybe it was fear of death. She wasn’t sure what held her back from confessing her love to him, spilling all those words she kept under lock and key. She wanted there to be something more, but he’d never let on that he cared for her that way, and surely he would have said something if he did feel that way. It just seemed impossible.

But not to the ordinary person. 

People had mentioned in passing to Kakashi that he acted like a lovesick teenager when he was around the woman. She was just so perfect, how could he do anything but adore her. To him, she was one of the only people that truly mattered as more than a fellow shinobi or comrade.

There was no reason to rush it though. If she truly wanted a relationship with him, she would tell him eventually. He wasn’t one to go around throwing out love confessions first. He would wait until she was comfortable and ready. Until then, he would admire her from a distance, through friendly touches and smiles, and dreamy looks when the other wasn’t watching. To him, that was enough. 

This lunch outing was the perfect time to waste some hours with her just talking and reading in the others company. The day almost felt too good to be true. 

And it was.

First there was the explosion, followed by the screams. Oh, those screams would haunt Y/N’s dreams. Villagers who she’d known growing up screaming in pain. Quickly, she jumped to her feet as did the copy nin.  Their eyes frantically looked through the doorway of the restaurant, but there wasn’t anything on their particular street, just dust from the explosion floating down in thick clouds. 

“Someone’s attacked the village. Shit,” he cursed under her breath. 

They would have to go out there and fight, they both knew that very well. Fight who, they didn’t know, but Y/N could sense that the same foreign chakra signature was coming at her from multiple directions in the village. That couldn’t be good. It was probably that Akatsuki member that everyone was talking about. Pain. Pain with the rinnegan. How could the leaf compete against something as strong as that dojutsu?

“Everybody out! You know the evacuation route,” Y/N called out to the civilians in the restaurant, as she swallowed her panic. She made a move to usher the people from the store so they could run in the direction of refuge.

This wasn’t a normal battle. These intruders were a completely different breed than the ones they were used to fighting. She could feel the impending doom start to blanket around her body, and she took a deep breath. How could this happen? Was Pain here to take Naruto? Naruto wasn’t even in the village, how could that be? Was it the Akatsuki making a big statement attacking one of the five great villages?

There was just something off. She could feel it. Today was going to be one of the worst days, worse than anything else they’d experienced.

“Y/N, let’s go.”

“Kakashi…” she trailed off, not taking a step forward just yet. Was there something she needed to get off her chest before they rushed into a battle with an outcome unknown? As she met his frantic, panicked eyes with her own, she wondered if she should just confess her feelings right then and there, just so he could know before they put their lives on the line. 

Never in her life did she think that her or Kakashi might die. It was never a thought that crossed her mind. She assumed she had all the time in the world to gather the courage to tell him. Now it felt like she had run out of time, and they might never get the chance to see each other again. The chakra signatures around them were just too strong to guarantee they would live against their blows. It felt like this was her final chance. 

She started again, “Kakashi, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” he asked, wanting to hurry this along. She could see plainly that this wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t in the right mind to hear her words, or comprehend the meaning behind them. Instead, she lowered her head and sighed. 

And so she kept that secret tightly bound deep in her heart. 

“Nevermind, it’s not important. Just be safe out there. Make it back to me in one piece, okay?”

“You know I can’t promise that,” he replied, and her heart sank in her chest. He was right. If he died, he died. If she died, she died. Nothing could stop fate from doing its dirty work.

“Just promise me. Give me some confidence before we jump into this mess. I-I can’t do this without you promising me you’ll live!” She cried, passion and fear dripping off her words. She had her eyes shut tightly at this point, just trying to keep herself from letting the potential tears gather in her eyes. Her fists clenched by her side as well. “Just say something!”

He nodded, thinking of the right words to say. “I promise I’ll make it back to you, Y/N. Now promise you’ll live. For me,” he demanded, lifting her head to face him. His fingers were strong against her cheek, firm when faced with danger. He wanted her to live, but knowing that Pain killed Jiraiya was enough to make him worry and plan for the worst. 

Why was he even asking? He knew that words meant nothing. That most promises were just bound to be empty. 

Just this one time, he prayed that she’d keep it.

“I promise.”

“Now let’s go. I’ll take this side, and you go that way. Sounds like explosions came from both directions.”

“Got it.”

There was no room for goodbyes.

After that, they went their separate ways. Y/N had to keep herself from losing control. Everything was going to be okay. She was worrying far too much. Kakashi was strong. Stronger than anyone else she knew really. He couldn’t be taken down by some terrorists. It wasn’t an option.

As long as she could sense his chakra lingering in the distance, she would know. 

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It was painful, the wound that tore through her thigh. Blood dripped thickly from the cut, but she continued to fight. In this situation, there was nothing else to do, nothing more to fight for than the safety of the village and the people within it. Y/N has never seen a villain this bad, someone so dead set on killing and tormenting that it brought the shinobi of the village to their knees. Yet, here he was, this orange haired creature who popped up at multiple points of their city, each with a different signature move yet a similar chakra pattern.

Y/N knew she couldn’t break down just yet, not after seeing comrade after comrade fall to the ground and lose their lives to the cause. She had to keep going for them. For her friends and her family who died. She was never the most talented at fighting, she was more of a sensory type, stay on the inside and study type of kunoichi. But not today. No one had that luxury today.

Constantly, she could feel the loss of the ninja alongside her, their chakra signatures melting into nothing as blasts continued to ravage their village. The fire within their bodies burned for the last time, disappearing into the ashes.

It wasn’t until she was on her knees, face buried in the dirt and rubble did she really feel the pain this man was so desperate to bestow upon the villagers. Kakashi’s chakra had burned out. It was as if her body gave up after that. She couldn’t move, her bones were broken and she couldn’t afford to stand and fall back down once again, believe it that she tried over and over again. Nothing mattered at this point. How could it? She couldn’t feel her best friend’s chakra signature any longer. He was dead.

Her crying into the dirt was the only thing that signalled another shinobi to come and help her to the infirmary. Someone she barely knew had picked her up by the arm and hoisted it over his shoulder, dragging her by his side to the hospital where the medical nin were no doubt working harder than ever. Her whole body felt like it was caked in bloody crimson mud, dust up her nose and muk between her teeth. 

Everything just made her cry harder and harder until she felt she was gasping to breathe. 

The harsh lights in the building did nothing but sting her eyes, and the dozens of medical nin rushing around those lying on the floor overwhelmed her. 

Sakura stood at the front of all the mess, and her eyes immediately caught onto Y/N and her rescuer. “Y/N-sensei, what happened to you?” she cried, rushing over with her frantic hands hovering over the state of the broken woman as she scanned for the wounds. This only caused more sobbing.

“One second she was fine, the next she was lying in the dirt screaming. I don’t know,” the man said, handing her off to the pink haired girl. “She’s got broken legs, I know that.”

“Thank you for bringing her,” she mumbled as she brought her sensei over to an empty cot, sitting her down on the cloth and beginning the healing process on the worst part of her leg where the bone was exposed. She was shaking so badly it was almost hard to concentrate on her work. She’d never seen Y/N so hopeless and lost. She was strong, she never faltered in the face of danger. It worried Sakura, no doubt.

“Sensei, what happened?”

“It’s Kakashi,” the woman croaked between her harsh breaths. “I-I can’t feel his chakra anymore.” Tears ran down her cheeks furiously, dripping from her chin into her lap. She felt the hopelessness overtake her entire person, the only thing left being complete and utter fear. Her chest heaved, desperate for the next gulp of air into her lungs. 

Sakura nearly faltered at the words. Kakashi sensei, dead? How could that be? He was one of the strongest shinobi they knew. He would never fall victim to a villain, would he? From the sounds of Y/N’s heartbroken cries, the medical nin knew that it was over. That another life had been stolen from them. 

Kakashi was Y/N’s heart and soul. She loved him for years and planned to love him for many more. Everyone knew that. Kakashi and her may have never acknowledged their feelings before his death, but the skinny love lingered in the air every time they were around each other. 

The longing looks when they passed each other in the street. The pain they felt when the other was hurt. The smiles they shared when something good happened in their no-good shinobi lives. They were more than willing to lay their lives on the line for the other, more than just a comrade, more than a friend. 

Her passion for Kakashi was the only good thing she had to come home to after missions. His face was the one thing she wanted to see after a bad day. His stupid face as he read his perverted novels, that grin that she positively adored.

All of that was gone, and her heart couldn’t take it. The pain from her injuries sat in the back of her mind, the only thing she could focus on was the loss. Knowing she would never see him again, never hear his voice. If only she could hear him laugh one more time. It was impossible, but she wished to the heavens above for mercy.

Sadly, no one was there to listen. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Sakura whispered, not knowing what else to say. What could she say? 

“I need him. I can’t do this without him,” she sobbed, her hands shaking by her side, having to clench her fists just to stop the tremors. “Sakura, it’s been 15 years. I...I don’t know a life without him.”

Her heart broke at the words. It was true. She didn’t know life anymore without Kakashi. They’d been friends and comrades for so long that it seemed like that was all she knew. How can you come back from that? Sakura didn’t know. She might be able to heal the woman’s legs, but there was no way she could begin to heal such a broken heart. 

“It’s okay. You have plenty of others. You have Gai and Kurenai and-”

“Fuck everyone else. You know they can’t replace him,” she snapped. “No one can replace him.”

Sakura could only nod solemnly. They could lie all day and pretend that Gai would somehow swoop in and make up for that gaping hole in her heart. They could lie and say that Kurenai and her child would fill Y/N with a happiness she felt with Kakashi. Yes, they could certainly lie about it all. 

At the end of the day though, her pain would be unrivalled. Losing the one man you’ve loved from the moon and back. It would take an entire army and then some to combat such a struggle. 

When Sakura was done healing the woman, she handed her a roll of bandages from her pocket. “I’ve got to tend to others. Wrap this around your calf and then stay here to rest. Please, just rest yourself, sensei. You’ll heal faster that way.” Y/N took the bandages and nodded her head weakly, shaky hands going to wrap her bare and burned calf with the medical bandages.

Her mind still centered around Kakashi. She found herself curling up into a ball on the little bench she was sat at, hugging her knees close to her chest. She just cried. Right now, she couldn’t do anything else. 

Just cry.

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The village was in complete and utter ruin. Y/N lay painfully utop a mountain of rubble, blood oozing from the back of her head and from her already injured leg. Pain’s final attack, one that completely demolished the village...it spared her life.

How could things get any fucking worse? 

She felt like the Gods were being especially cruel to her on this day. Especially cruel to every single person in the village, but they kept Y/N alive for their own personal amusement, laughing at her loss and her pain and her  frustration. 

Despite Lady Tsunade sending out Katsuyu to protect the villagers, Y/N only seemed to be in worse shape than before. She could feel the slug on her shoulder slowly healing her, but it wasn’t much compared to the pain and the numerous injuries.

Y/N rolled onto her side and groaned, pain shooting up her spine and giving her a brain-shattering headache. When she went to cough on something thick and slimy in her throat, what splattered on the ground was red. Maybe she was just meant to die slow and painfully. 

It was better this way, she decided. Nothing could make this day worth it. Nothing. The pain was unbearable.

“Y/N? Is that you?” a feminine voice called from a little while away, and the woman cursed, spitting up more blood as she did so. Sakura climbed through some of the rubble to approach her. Her hands hovered over the woman’s broken body, scanning over all her wounds. 

Naruto was down there fighting Pain. Everything was going to be okay as long as they had faith in the Uzumaki. Sakura could focus a bit of her energy on healing her sensei. There was nothing else to do except watch the fight below them, in the center of the wasteland that used to be the Hidden Leaf.

She began the healing process, medical chakra flowing into the woman’s chest wounds, the most critical of all. “Sakura…”

“What is it, Y/N?”

“What’s happening? Is everyone dead?”

“No, everyone is alive. Lady Tsunade sent out Katsuyu to protect everyone. It seems that you were injured before your healing slug could get to you. Thankfully, you have both of us to fix you up,” she muttered. Y/N would have been blind to not notice the way Sakura stared past her deeper into the wreckage as she spoke. 

“What do you see?” she asked quietly, as loud as her body could muster.

“It’s Naruto. He’s out there fighting Pain alone,” she said, “He-he’s gotten so much stronger.”

The older woman smiled through her pain, shutting her eyes and letting a soft sigh leave her lips. She hadn’t anticipated Naruto to come saving the day, in fact, it seemed more likely that Pain would kill everyone and leave the village in ruin. Fortunately, Kakashi’s student, the one that people had underestimated for so long, was out there doing what the rest of them couldn’t. 

A hero. No matter if he won or not, these are the actions of a hero.

“It’s his destiny: to save this village,” she whispered. “Jiraiya once said so.”

“Let’s hope he was right.”

Together they lay there in the middle of ruin while Naruto battled Pain. They watched as the two men launched themselves away from the village into the woods, the nine tailed fox coming to life far away from where they huddled together. The village was safe from direct harm at this point and the two women let down their guard just a little bit. Down in the middle of the pit some of the students started to gather, including a heavily injured Hinata.

“Help me down there, Sakura. I need to see Gai,” she said, louder than before. After all that time healing, she found herself strong enough to prop up on her elbows and gaze into the destruction. 

Once down there, Sakura was quick to start healing Hinata, fearing that the girl had taken too much damage to handle. After all, she charged against Pain, the supposedly leader of this terrorist attack. All of that to help out young Naruto. Y/N felt like she was staring at an image of herself for a moment. A young woman ready to sacrifice it all for the sake of the man she loved. 

As her eyes moved around the area, she caught onto the bright green outfit of her long time friend. His eyes caught hers for a moment and quickly, he rushed over to her side. She collapsed onto her knees, wincing at the pain that ran through her body as she did so. She found herself still a bit too weak to stand. 

“Y/N, you’re alive,” he gasped. He knelt on the ground beside her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, steadying her shaky form. “Your injuries-”

“Forget about that, Gai,” she mumbled. “Something terrible has happened.” He couldn’t imagine what she had to say could be any worse than the destruction of the entire village. But he nodded and sat there listening as she spoke her words carefully, painfully with each syllable that left her lips. “Kakashi is dead.”

He felt his heart drop in his chest. As he looked at the woman before him, he knew that she wanted nothing more to cry, yet there were no tears. He assumed that she had already cried her fill earlier and could only mourn at this point. He didn’t ask before wrapping her smaller form up in his arms and tugging her to his chest, burying his nose in her hair. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his shoulder, dry sobs causing her entire form to quiver.

In a moment like this one, he just remained still for her. Sit there and be there through this pain. He felt crushed at the thought of his best friend dead, his eternal rival somewhere out there in all that rubble fatally injured. Gai had lost a brother that day, and Y/N had lost her one and only lover.

He listened as she hopelessly bawled in the comfort of his arms, feeling every bit of her pain sink into his form. They had gone through battles together before, they grew up teammates and friends, how could they not. They had seen death and pain all their lives. This was on another level, incomprehensible to either of them. 

Pure misery. Every emotion seemed to burn in her chest. She wanted to curl up and die herself.

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It felt like hours went by before the lives were returned. She hadn’t thought much of it when the elderly Toad woke up from his eternal slumber. For a moment, she thought it was just a fluke. That he had never really died in the first place, they just thought he did. But then, she watched as people above the trench started to stand from their resting places on the ground and in the rubble. 

That is when she realized that somehow, someway, the lives lost during this terrible battle had been reclaimed. It was only a matter of time before she found out if Kakashi had come back to life as well. She sat there, focusing all her energy into sensing nearby chakra, sorting through hundreds of people for the one she wanted. 

Gai had left to help out some of the others, so she just sat there waiting. Waiting for Kakashi to come back to her. Just like he promised.

After all this chaos, she couldn’t imagine keeping her love a secret from him any longer. He needed to know. She wouldn’t let this opportunity go wasted. Y/N was given a second chance at finding love in her friend, and she would be damned if she let that go to waste. 

After a while, she began to feel his chakra. At first it was very faint, like he was a mile away hidden underneath rocks and everything else you could imagine. But then it got stronger. 

He was alive.

When she saw his form climb down into the pit with the rest of them, his mask torn and only the bottom layer of his clothes still intact, she nearly cried once again. For hours before this, she was prepared to never see him alive again, never see that masked face look down upon hers once more. She had mourned the loss of Kakashi Hatake, only for him to be returned. 

It was as if the God’s had listened to her prayers.

“Kakashi!” she exclaimed as she struggled to get herself up from the ground. She knelt on one knee, pushing herself up with the other, desperate to walk over to him. Her body failed her of course, and she fell back onto her butt. He noticed her though, her tiny figure in the crowd of hundreds. She was the one person he wanted to find all along. 

He fell onto his knees beside her, his hands coming up to grasp her cheeks with his dusty, calloused hands. She relaxed into his rough fingers, sinking into the warmth that he was sharing. His thumbs slid along her lips and chin, trying to rub away the dirt that was caked in some places. She was a mess, messier than he was. He could only imagine the suffering that she went through as well, to have survived all of that without death as a retreat in the middle.

“Y/N, what happened to you?”

“Pain’s final blow caused some pretty bad wounds, but it’s fine. Sakura healed me enough that I’ll make it through,” she told him. Softly, she lifted her hands to place them over top his, her fingers slowly wrapping around his. “Kakashi, you broke your promise to me.”

“I know.”

She found that the words came out faster than she anticipated. Emotions and feelings being laid out in the open for him to see/ “I-I completely lost myself when I couldn’t feel your chakra anymore. I thought I’d lost you. I couldn’t stop crying, and I was angry at you for breaking your promise to me,” she rambled, “I didn’t know what I was gonna do without you.”

“It’s alright. I’m here now. Whatever Naruto has done saved my life,” he soothed, letting their hands fall into her lap. She wouldn’t let go of his hands even if he wanted them to himself. She was afraid. Afraid that if she let him go once more that he would be gone forever. “And I’m sorry I lied to you. I really shouldn’t have died like that. So irresponsible of me.”

There he was cracking a fucking joke about his own death. She wanted to smack him for being so dimwitted in a moment of vulnerability. Just the thought of being with him again made tears spring up in her eyes, and she shut her eyes to keep them from falling. Happy tears or not, she wasn’t going to cry again.

 “I need to tell you what I was too afraid to say before. What I wanted to say before we went our separate ways,” she confessed, her breaths coming out harsh and rushed. Once again, she gripped his hands tighter in hers. 

After taking a couple breaths, she lifted her eyes to meet his, mouth just agape. He really was all she could ever need. This moment wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t ideal, but it was just right for what she needed to say. “I’ve always loved you, Kakashi.”

“Y/N-”

“Listen, I know it’s not exactly an appropriate time to be confessing my love to you and all, but I couldn’t risk another day going by without telling you.”

“I love you, too.”

And silence. 

There wasn’t anything else to say. The love was mutual, it had been all this time. They just took their time getting around to admitting it, to just hear those words leave the other’s lips for the first time. There were no butterflies in her stomach nor did her heart race in her chest at his confession. 

She could only feel comfort in the umbrella they’d created for themselves, the outside world lost to the both of them. 

In a flash, she lurched forward to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face deep into his neck. “Don’t die ever again, Hatake, or I’ll kick your ass,” she laughed, the sound of her laugh reaching his ear. He held her to his chest and sighed. 

“No promises.”

Despite what happened that day, he felt comfortable. For the first time, in a very long time, he felt relief wash over him. Everything was going to be okay.

“Kakashi!”

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Please Don't Say Goodbye | Tsukishima Kei/Reader

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei/Reader

Warnings: light swearing, crying, implied panic attacks, arguments, yelling, ummm lemme know if I missed anything

Word Count: 2181

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble- okay, in my defence, I've had such writers block and apparently the feels were necessary soooo. This is 1 of 2 fic ideas that were sent to me by @satan-ruler-of-hells for a prompt thing I did (idk if I can find the thing) and the next one is Tendou. So, maybe get ready for more feels of my almost 5 am angst. I also did not proof-read this, sooooo

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How had things ended up like this?

Every little thing was like the calm before the storm - the most tense calm that had ever existed; you were walking on eggshells, and maybe so was he, but you couldn’t help it. At least, you thought you couldn’t. Each attempt to try and fix the mess around you only ended up in more heartbreak.

The storm that always seemed to be headed in your direction had tore apart the home you’d meticulously built together. Plates and picture frames shattered to the ground; glass leaving you walking on bleeding feet. The flowers of your love torn apart somewhere in the distance now. Breath stolen from your lungs, but not from those kisses he’d give you back in high school, not from the way he’d dance with you around his bedroom (only to shove you onto the bed when his brother barged in), not from your outrageous laughter at something stupid that had happened. This was a breath stolen from countless nights arguing, screaming, trying to gain the upper hand in a situation where you were both at a standstill. A breath stolen from your heaving words as you scrunch your hands into your roots, pull your legs close to your chest and shove yourself into a corner while he slammed the door and left to God knows where. Breath stolen from the realization that maybe things just weren’t working like they used to, and that it was okay to love him, but to not be in love with him.

Tonight was just another picture perfect example of why you weren’t meant to be together. You’d come home late from work (because of some stupid assignment that you just wanted to finish today). He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. Honestly, you just wanted to eat something, so you didn’t bother greeting him, but the moment he noticed your presence in the house, he was hot on your tail.

“Where were you?” His voice sharp as daggers, digging under your skin and tearing you apart piece by piece. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes so judgmental you feel like you’re in court. Nothing you say is the right answer, so you choose to not say anything. Apparently, that wasn’t the right answer either - this you find out when his iron grip settles on your shoulder and forces you to turn around.

“Hey-” you winced, trying to pry his fingers off.

“Where were you?” He repeated, basically growling at you through his gritted teeth.

“I was at work.” You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back towards the fridge, trying to ease the beating of your heart. In, hold, out. You repeat to yourself, barely remembering what all those instagram therapists had told you.

He scoffed, finally releasing his grip in favor of slamming the fridge door shut, “really? Because the last time I checked, your work ended two hours ago. What could you possibly have been doing for two whole hours?” He was in your face now, making you know how pissed he was.

But you already knew. You’d always known. Why did he need to try and make it so blindingly obvious to you?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kei, I was working. What part of that is so hard to understand?” You snapped back, moving away from him with a heavy sigh. At this point, you didn’t bother holding back the venom in your words. You knew he had issues (and you knew why) but did that mean he should take it out on you? No. Fuck.

“Two hours! Y/N, I was waiting two hours. I was going to take us to dinner, we were going to have a nice time.” He followed after you, closing every cupboard door you opened, trying to get your attention. “But you didn’t even send me a text. Were you too busy fuck-”

“Oh my God!” You yelled over him, spinning around to face him with your pure unfiltered aggression.

Back and forth you went for what felt like hours. Tears were acid down your cheeks, your spit a very special concoction of venom just for him. And yet, even as you were dry heaving in the kitchen sink, yelling more obscenities at him, you could never seem to stop. Neither could he.

Tsukishima Kei was known for a lot of things, being an asshole was one of them. That you knew too well.

For a while, though, things were good. He loved you. You loved him.

As he sits there, accusing you over and over of cheating on him, even though you hadn’t and you wouldn’t. God.

When had he become so anxious and persistent that things were going wrong? Yes, they were going wrong, but not for the reasons he keeps saying. It’s driving you insane, to the point where you can’t even remember those stupid breathing techniques, or grounding techniques, or anything.

This argument had lost the plot at some point around when he started yelling at you for doing the dishes wrong (you still insisted there wasn’t a wrong way to do them). So you bit back that his clothes were stupid, or that dinosaurs were stupid, something. Something was stupid.

“If you have so many problems with the way I choose to live my life, then get the fuck out.” You screamed, slamming your fists down onto the table and pointing to the door. His expression was scrunched up into something completely unrecognizable - a fine mixture of hatred and anguish. His chest rising and falling so rapidly you’re amazing he’s still standing. His hair is a complete and utter mess, so many times he’d ran his hand through it to try and make sense of the nonsense you were both spouting.

“Fine, I will!” He yelled back, voice hoarse from the past two hours.

You watched him head towards the door without a second thought, grabbing his coat, shoving his shoes on. You didn’t have the energy to call out after him, no matter how much your heart begged you to.

And your heart did beg you to; but it had already accepted that the end had been coming for too long.

You lean back against one of the cupboards, looking up at that one crack in the ceiling that he’d insisted he’d get around to fixing but something had always come up.

If you had to say what was wrong in your relationship, it would just be something. Something was wrong, and neither of you knew what it was, but something would be your downfall. Something filled the air with poison and made you destined to hate each other; something danced around in your words and twisted the meaning; something caressed your cheek as tears fell.

Something was your downfall and you didn’t have the energy to fight it.

So, maybe you’d call in sick the next day, and your boss would believe you because your voice sounded like hell; and maybe you’d spend the entire day lying in bed despite the fact your stomach was beginning for some nutrients; and maybe it would feel good to not have that nagging voice that you shouldn’t sleep in all day.

But today would have felt nicer with him by your side.

If there was one thing Tsukishima Kei was good at (after a lot of practice), it was making you feel just a little bit better with his empty promises and sweet nothings.

So, maybe you’d dressed yourself in his shirt and breath in him; and maybe you’d grab that dinosaur plushie you’d bought him for his birthday so many years ago and pull it to your chest; maybe you’d sleep on his side of the bed even though his pillow wasn’t as fluffy as yours; and maybe, just maybe, you watched his favourite movie on repeat, hoping it would bring him back to you.

Those were all maybe’s. But maybe they did happen, and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and tease him for his glasses that he insisted were cool. Or to have him laugh at you for the fact you majored in literature, despite the fact you weren’t good with words.

When your phone rang, you didn’t hesitate in picking it up, almost too excited for his voice, “Kei-”

“Y/N…” Yamaguchi’s voice was soft, understanding. It killed your fire of excitement in an instant.

You listened to him talk, something about how Tsukishima had decided you needed a break and would be staying at his place for a little while. Something about how he still loved you, but he didn’t want to keep hurting you like this.

It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t manage to keep it together and broke out crying all over again, basically screaming and begging for things to be okay. There was no doubt in your mind, if Tsukishima was in the room with Yamaguchi, then he’d heard your cries.

“I’ll be better…” you whimpered, after far too long, “I’ll be nice. A-and… I won’t make fun of his glasses. Or dinosaurs. Please… please, Yamaguchi, please tell him to come home!” You cried out, unsure if you even managed to breathe.

He was silent on the line. You couldn’t take it. The silence, you wanted the noise. You’d prefer the arguing over this.

“I’m sorry…” Yamaguchi said weakly, and you knew how much it was hurting him to say this.

He hung up the phone and you were left as a shell of yourself.

And yet, your life must go on. So, for two months, you pushed your problems to the side and kept dredging forward in the hope that the answer to your problems was in one of these articles. Hoping that your co-worker would tell you some shitty anecdote that would distract you for just a little while.

Yo couldn’t look at your apartment anymore, not as little pieces of him were still littered everywhere.

Only, one day, you came home and he wasn’t anywhere. You didn’t notice it, not at first, but then you saw his mug from your museum visit in his third year of high school wasn’t next to your matching one. And then neither were his books on the shelf in your living room, or under the coffee table. His clothes gone from the closet. Every inch. Every detail. Every bit of him you had left had disappeared in the span of one work day.

And you were left with nothing.

With as much energy as you could muster, you turned and ran in the general direction of Yamaguchi’s house (which was hopeless, considering you had the directional capability of a broken compass and the stamina of a dead horse). You really were hopeless as you dialed his number, ignoring the way the moon taunted you in the sky.

He answered, for whatever reason, and you let out a breath. “What is it?” His tone was even, but something told you he was barely holding it together.

“Is this it?” Was all you could say. Head dizzy as you looked for Yamaguchi’s house - which you just knew was somewhere around here.

“It’s been it for a long time.” He really sounded robotic, like he was reading from a script.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Your voice broke as you ran, ignoring the splintering pain in the balls of your feet, “you thought making Yamaguchi say you needed a break, and then disappearing for two months, and then only reappearing to take your things back was the answer?” You cried out.

“You know-” his voice cracked and he stopped speaking. God, it hurt you so much.

“I never wanted this.” Tears were pouring down your cheeks.

“You think I did?”

“No-”

“I tried, Y/N, I tried so hard. But you would never listen to me!”

“I tried too, Kei!” You tried not to yell, and you hoped that it worked.

Some miracle brought you to Yamaguchi’s door, the one you only recognized because of the little frog statue on the windowsill. You pressed the doorbell, hoping for the best.

“I tried because I loved you. And I waited for you, I waited and hoped you’d come back. I-” you ran your hands through your hair once again. “I know we aren’t the best, that something is always wrong, but we can work on this. We can… fuck, I don’t know. You were the smart one…” he let out a low chuckle laced with pain. “But we can work something out, can’t we?”

There was a pause, and Yamaguchi opened the door, shocked to see you. Your breath hitched but neither of you spoke.

“I… I can’t do this anymore…” he admitted, and you felt your heart shatter. “Y/N, this is it…”

You could see Tsukishima pacing in the living room just down the hall, and you know Yamaguchi knows you’ve seen him. His phone pulled away from his face, finger shaking over that familiar red button.

“Please don’t say goodbye…” you called out.

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💫 REVIEWING ALL OF THE SONGS IN EVERY 1D ALBUM CAUSE TODAY IS THE ANNIVERSARY 💫

(FOUR EDITION)

STEAL MY GIRL

James Corden's favorite 1D song 🤪🤪

The video is very aesthetically pleasing for 2014 ngl

READY TO RUN

Oh this one hurts like a bitch 🥲🥲

I know Louis wrote it but like to me is the predecesor to IICF

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO

Why are the lyrics so sad but the beat is so catchy??

Crying in the club with this one 😭🕺

18

PLEASEEEEEE THE FEELS 😭😭😭

Pray for Louis he didn't die but he almost tore his torso looking at Harry while singing it

GIRL ALMIGHTY

"She floats through the room on a big balloon" sure because that makes sense (there probably is a metaphor there somewhere but my pea brain doesn't get it)

This song goes super extra hard live (not that I would know 🥲 but yk good for those who did )

FOOL'S GOLD

Basically the narrator is a dumbass and a masochist 🤷🏻‍♀️

Niall's solo tho, absolute masterpice 😍😍

NIGHT CHANGES

The only good thing about the video is Zayn's hair.... and it ends up covered in spaghetti so 😐

"Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?" You mean seeing you boys grow up from tiny babies to the gorgeous men you are now?? YES BITCH IT HURTS SO BAD

NO CONTROL

LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON YOU ABSOLUTE FILTH I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. The audacity of this man of making the rest of the boys sing about his morning wood like 😑😑 Harry tho, he was enjoying it figuratively and literally

If you don't go apeshit to this song, block me 🙅🏻‍♀️

FIREPROOF

Liam having a moment yesterday while listening to this is all of us right now 🥲

"I think I'm gonna lose my mind" the Larrie experience in a nutshell

SPACES

Nope no no no I refuse too sad

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

THIS IS MY FAVORITE 1D SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND I WILL NOT TAKE ANY SLANDER TOWARDS IT

Imagine an mv for this song, that would've been interesting for sure 😏

CLOUDS

The chorus of this song will leave you with no vocal chords

"Here we go again" every larrie every time a new stunt starts 🙄

CHANGE YOUR TICKET

I feel like only they can say this cause they're rich cause where I live changing a ticket is expensive AF like "better to just buy a new one" expensive

Also you're clingy boy

ILLUSION

Remember when Liam once said that every album has a song that could be in the previous album?? WELL THIS ONE BELONGS LIKE 3 ALBUMS BACK IN UAN

These lyrics are so cringy I'm sorry I can't 😖

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

This song is soooo beautiful 😭😭😭😭😭

Their voices together..... just leave me here to die.....

ACT MY AGE

This is Niall's song and Niall's song only

His cute little Irish dance 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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