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bwabys-scenarios · 1 month

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Tears and Cake(NSFW)

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURAPIKA!! 💗💗💗

warnings: nsfw, oral(f!receiving), breeding kink, creampie, pregnancy

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Since the massacre, Kurapika has spent his birthdays alone and in silence. Sometimes he’d get himself a little treat to celebrate the special occasions, but most of the time his birthday would pass by without him even noticing.

That was, until he met you.

The two of you had met up for some coffee and snacks while he was in town, and the topic of birthdays came up.

“Yeah, my birthday is actually next month!” you said, watching his eyes widen slightly.

“Really? I’ll have to send you a gift. I’ll be busy, but I promise I’ll come to celebrate with you when I’m able.”

“That’s okay. And yours?”

Kurapika blinked, looking at you. “My what?”

“Your birthday. I told you mine, what about yours?”

For a moment, he considered whether he should tell you or not. It wasn’t a day he liked talking about… not anymore.

But the way you looked at him, as if you were already planning something made his heart twist. It was important to you, so it would be important to him.

“It’s… April 4th.”

“Oh, so 4/4? That’s pretty cool!”

And that was that. The topic changed to something business related, and when the two of you were full of coffee and baked goods, you parted so he could go and get some work done.

‘Now, it’s time to plan his birthday…’

———————

Kurapika was swamped at with work lately, juggling being a bodyguard while also trying to find information on the Phantom Troupe and possible locations of the scarlet eyes.

The days were blending together, and he struggled to remember what day of the week it was most days, much less what day of the month it was.

So when you called him up asking if he’d be free that weekend, he cleared his schedule for a much needed break.

After all, you were really the only person he made time for these days. The two of you had been dating for about a year now. He always felt a bit bad about not spending enough time with you. You never asked for much though, and with how excited you were over the phone, how could he say no?

That didn’t mean he was super excited. Kurapika was exhausted, both physically and mentally drained. He slept nearly the entire train ride to your hometown, and was still tired when he hailed a taxi to your place.

By the time he got there, the sun was setting, casting your apartment in an orange glow. The stairs up to your apartment door felt so familiar. He’d walked up the flight a hundred times, usually carrying chocolates or flowers to make up for his long absences.

And now he was at your doorstep, knocking with one hand while carrying a plush in the other. He had found the thing in his travels, something he knew you liked to collect. Kurapika couldn’t wait to see the look of surprise on your face when you saw he had found the exact one you had been looking for.

When you opened the door, he sighed in contentment. Just getting to see you in person already put his mind at ease. Every second he was away from you, Kurapika worried over you and your safety. After all, there were a lot of people out for Kurapika’s head. It made sense that you would have a target on your back due to this, which was why you were occasionally visited by his close friends for wellness checks.

He adore you endlessly, it was evident in the way he melted the second your eyes lit up at both him and the plush in his arms. “Oh, you found it! Eeek!”

You grabbed it from his arm, squealing in delight and spinning in a circle. “I love it, thank you so much, Pika!”

Kurapika walked in after you cracked the door open a bit, his eyes soft. It smelled sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon. A bouquet of flowers sat on the kitchen table, and he blushed to think you may have picked them up for his visit.

“It was no trouble, love. I’m happy whenever you’re happy.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you couldn’t help but lean against him, wanting his attention. “Mmph… missed you so much, Pika…”

His own cheeks turned a pale pink as he wrapped his arms around you, his lips placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Missed you too, angel. More than you could ever know.”

Kurapika knew that even you, someone who was more patient and kind than anyone he knew could get lonely sometimes. The guilt of being away from you more often than by your side ate away at him, and sometimes he wondered if being with someone who could give you more attention might be better for you in the long run.

But as you led him to the kitchen, unable to keep the excited smile off your face, he realized how much you truly loved him, and that the prospect of you loving another would never come true.

On the table was a small chocolate cake, with strawberries and candles placed neatly on the top. Sitting nearby were a few presents, and another bouquet of flowers too.

“Happy birthday, Kurapika!”

For a moment, Kurapika was in shock. He’d been so busy that he hadn’t even remembered that his birthday was that weekend. But you had, and his heart thumped against his chest with love and affection for you.

“Kurapika… are you alright?”

He didn’t realize he had started to cry until your gentle hands were wiping away his tears. He blinked, his expression shifting to one of devotion and gratitude.

“Oh, my angel… this is all for me?”

You nodded, smiling as you sat him down in front of his cake. He blushed when you took out your phone and pressed record. Kurapika usually didn’t like being on camera, but with you it was different. He knew you just wanted to capture the moment to look back on later… and he loved that about you.

As you sang happy birthday to him, Kurapika knew that one day, you would be his wife. He thought he had been sure before, but now it was all clear to him.

For a while before you met, his future was blank for him. He didn’t plan anything, knowing there was a possibility he could die attempting to complete his mission.

But with you… he could almost picture your wedding day. Him in traditional Kurta attire, and you in a white gown. It was so clear, he could imagine the day the two of you hunched over a pregnancy test, and him pulling you in for a kiss when it was positive.

When he blew out the candles, Kurapika could only think of one wish he would ever want to come true.

‘I want to stay with (Name) forever…’

“Made your wish?” you asked, giving his cheek a kiss. The blonde smiled, sighing contentedly as he leaned into your touch.

“Mhm… I did.”

The presents were all wonderful, ranging from a scarf you knitted yourself, to a pair of ruby earrings that matched his eyes. Each item was tucked carefully away into his satchel, where he promised to the gods above that he would give back to you tenfold.

This love, this adoration was almost overwhelming, and as you smiled at him in bed, he couldn’t help but act out his feelings by pulling you closer.

“I want you…” he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It’s been too long since I’ve pleased you. Please, my angel… let me make you feel good.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you pouted just a little. “B-but it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be pleasing you?”

He chuckled, moving to hover above you. “My love, making you cum pleases me more than anything else.”

“O-oh…” you couldn’t protest one bit as he removed your pajama pants, giving your lacy panties a soft smirk.

“It’s like you planned for this, (Name). Aren’t these the panties I bought for last week?”

You nodded, trying to hide your flustered face. “I was… hoping we would… be intimate tonight.”

Kurapika felt bad for just a moment… he had only thought about how much he had been craving you… but how about the longing you felt? How long had his little angel been waiting for him to make love to her? It had been at least two months…

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should be taking better care of you…”

He gave a soft lick to the wet spot already forming on your panties, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. “Need it…”

Your panties were off in a second, and his face was buried between your thighs. It felt amazing, and you were cumming within a minute. His tongue circling your clit, his fingers thrusting into your needy cunt was too much for you to take, especially after going without for so long.

“P-Pika!”

The little pants and moans that left your mouth when you came were enough to get his cock rock hard, painfully pressing against his pants. He was quick to tug off his pants and boxers, desperate to be inside of your warm cunt.

“F-fuck, (Name)… so sorry, angel, need you so bad.”

Usually, Kurapika spent a lot more time between your legs, often leaving your thighs shaking from overstimulation… but today he was too needy.

He snapped his hips against yours, sinking into you until he was buried to the hilt. The whine you let out as your pussy clenched around him was enough to have him rutting into you like an animal.

Kurapika was usually such a gentle lover, but something had snapped inside of him tonight. He needed you like a man dying of thirst needed water. You weren’t just part of his life, you were essential.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to cum together, considering how long you both had gone without another. He kissed you as his cum painted your walls, softly moving his hips as he came down from his high.

You were both exhausted after, but completely happy and satisfied at the same time. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little when you yawned, nuzzling your face against his chest.

“My sleepy girl…”

He placed a kiss on your forehead before he carried you to the bathroom for a quick bath. If Kurapika was good at anything, it was aftercare. He always made you feel appreciated and beautiful, his hands cleaning away the sweat and cum from your body as you sleepily clung to him.

When he wrapped a fluffy towel around you, gently drying you off, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Got… one last present for you, Pika…”

He tilted his head. “Another? But you’ve already given me so much, I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

You smiled, reaching into the drawer by your bed. “Oh, it’s something you’ve been wanting for a while.”

After he helped dress you in comfy, warm pajamas, he yawned, taking the box from your hands. “Open it…”

Kurapika couldn’t believe his eyes. He had to look several times, the usual brown shade turning scarlet as tears fell down his cheeks.

“You’re… pregnant?”

Inside the box was a pregnancy test with two lines showing. You nodded, giggling in delight when he pulled you into his arms.

Kurapika sobbed, unable to stop himself from crying as you rubbed his back. “My angel… oh my love, you’re carrying our baby?”

“Yes… I found out a few weeks ago. It’s been hard hiding it, but I thought revealing it today would be more special-“

He covered your face and neck in kisses, kneeling before you so he could lift your shirt. It was like a devoted believer kneeling before their goddess in prayer, his lips soft on your belly.

The future that he had been looking forward to was already here… his girlfriend was pregnant, they were in love, and now he could only think of one thing.

“Marry me, (Name).”

And you said yes, your own eyes filling with tears as you embraced. He didn’t have a ring now, but by god he would get you the best one there was as soon as possible. You would get everything you wanted, he was devoted to you, body and soul.

As the two of you fell asleep that night, Kurapika felt grateful, and so goddamn happy. He had so many things to look forward to, so many reasons to keep living when he thought he would never even make it into his 20s.

But today, he was 21, engaged, and a father to be.

This was the best birthday of his life… and he would never forget it as long as he lived.

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n3ptoonz · 6 months

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'May I?'

Pairing: Kenshi Takahashi/F!GangMember!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut, angst, fluff, canon-typical violence, praise, Kenshi is a romantic, female reader, did I mention Kenshi is a romantic, half proofread

Word count: 2.4k+

Explicit content under the cut

"Where. Is. Takahashi? That's all you have to answer, sweetheart." a goon whispered into your ear with nothing but malicious intentions. You were already emotionally and physically scarred, what more could they want? And how the fuck did they know you knew Kenshi?

"I told you a hundred times, I don't know where he is. In case something like this happened, he didn't tell me shit." your voice was worn from fighting for your life these last couple of days. You were tired and in pain. Your wrists lost all feeling, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a ditch and cease to exist.

Where Kenshi was had to be the least of your worries at the moment. Now, you wondered what the other goons did to the people in your clan. You wondered what happened to your parents after these freaks took you. You wondered just how long you've actually been here, as you're a little convinced you were knocked for a good 27 hours.

"Bullshit!" one man on your right stood up and kicked his chair towards a wall. Your head remained hanging low as you gave no reaction to it. All too used to these fucks trying to scare information out of you. The blindfold over your eyes was harshly removed, making you wince as the same guy grabbed your jaw and gave you the meanest mug you've ever seen.

"You knew he was conspiring against the boss. Do you think we give a damn about your little gang? These tattoos mean nothing! All of your lives are useless, you know. It's a shame all your people ran away too fast for us to round them all up. Truly admirable." he laughed, right in your face with his other friends.

"You think my people wanted to join some gang for protection? You all are cowards. Even if I knew his exact whereabouts, you'd get nothing out of me. Kill me if you must, I don't know what taking you so long." you spat out, gritting your teeth at the man with a hold on your face.

"Because you're bait, smart ass. Once he realizes you're not at your little hideout, we move-"

"Sir! There's a blind swordsman slicing his way through the front door!" a shorter man came running in with panic riddling his voice. A...blind swordsman? How the hell is that even possible?

The man released your face and turned to the door in confusion. "A what?"

"You heard me correctly, sir! He's killed twenty of our men already, we need to sto-"

Woah.

The room had very little light, the dimness making it difficult to see what was going on. All you could make out was the clamoring from the men getting stabbed and sliced up left and right. Just who is this guy?

Soon after you heard your name being called as the light in the room became brighter, making your eyes dilate in pain. You yelled out at the sudden brightness filling the room.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I had to make sure it was really you." the man who had just defeated all seven people in the room approached you, kneeling in front of you while your eyes adjusted. The first thing you noticed was the familiarity in his voice, but was ultimately confused when you laid your eyes on red cloth covering his eyes.

This...this couldn't be...

"...Kenshi?" you said, blinking to make sure. He's the blind swordsman?! But...that also means-

"You retrieved Sento...But you're blind?"

"It's really a long story, but I'll explain later. Right now I have to get you out of here." he said sternly, his voice slightly shaken being able to see how badly they hurt you through Sento. The defacing of your tattoos to the cigarette burn marks on the side of your face made him want to set this place ablaze.

"But I know you wanted to take down-"

"-Not my concern right now." he cut you off while undoing your hands and ankles, meticulous in making sure he didn't irritate your injuries.

You remained silent, way too spent to go back and forth with your lover. There were several moments you really thought he either wouldn't make it, or become too preoccupied with his goals to come back for you. The day you two accidentally met played in your mind over and over again to keep you sane, and now, finally, the madness was over. He really came back.

"I guess the bait worked." you mumbled, rolling your wrists and ankles slowly to get the feeling back. You rubbed your face in after shock and disbelief, just what were these last few days?

"Are you able to walk?" he asked, his tone soft and concerned. He gently took your hands in his, awaiting your answer. You could feel him trembling.

"Doubt it, they knocked me over a couple of times-" your words cut off, again, by the feeling of two strong arms lifting you from the old wooden chair that you're almost sure flattened your ass. You yelped in surprise, instinctively grabbing onto him as he carried you onto his back.

"They're on their way here so it's easier like thie. I'll try my best to avoid your injuries." he said, effortlessly running out with your weight atop his own. He, in fact, was not avoiding your injuries as they are practically everywhere, but you kept silent because it wasn't his fault. The world felt like it was spinning, making you close your eyes and let yourself rest for just a moment.

"It's going to be a while before we reach my place, please, rest up. Don't worry about me." Kenshi hoisted you up once more to maintain his grip, successfully leaving the building and heading off into the forest so he couldn't be tracked.

It's been a few weeks since. A few weeks of physical therapy, long baths, and most of all, peace. Kenshi has been in and out of the house tending to his duties elsewhere, still managing to check up on you everyday.

It's been a few weeks. A few weeks of not looking in the mirror and blame. Blaming who? Everybody. Every thing. Yourself. Kenshi. Hell, even your parents.

It's been a few weeks. A few weeks of picking at your bandages and sulking when catching a glimpse of your body littered with faded scars. The cigarette marks on your face looking like they grew faces and started pointing and laughing.

You have the training and willpower to fight. You should've just fought harder. You had the training- You know what? Fuck it. Fuck it all. Maybe you deserved it. Falling in love with a man who's a god damn Yakuza.

He didn't have a choice. And neither did you. So, give yourself a break, will ya?

Creeeak

The sound of the bathroom mirror being turned around filled your ears, making your jaw clench. Whenever Kenshi came home, you always quickly fixed the mirrors and wore a weak smile on your face to keep him from worrying. He had important duties that meant a lot to him, especially after joining a clan called the Shirai Ryu, which he held dearly.

Creee...akkk

You turned the mirror back around, staring yourself dead in the face. The dread in your eyes as you watched the burn marks twitch along with your mean mug. You slowly raised your hand to your face, poking at your scars, almost as if trying to make them disappear on command. You scoffed, placing your palms on the edge of the sink and looking down in shame. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to keep yourself composed.

Being deemed attractive was never really on your mind before, even when you and Kenshi met. But this, oh it took the biggest toll on your self esteem. Being told enough times that one of the intentions of the physical pain caused was so Kenshi wouldn't find you pretty anymore can fuck someone up. That was bullshit, and you knew it. However, it didn't stop you from thinking it a few times.

"Love?"

Your eyes snapped open to the sound of his voice, looking up and seeing his reflection in the mirror behind you. You reluctantly turned, greeted by a concerned Kenshi who just came home.

"You okay?" he spoke softly, walking towards you with caution. The expression on your face wasn't so clear to him yet, but he could sense your aura was imbalanced from a mile away.

The next words conjured up in your mind were now caught in your throat, unable to pass through smoothly. Any noise that was to come from you would probably make the waterworks start flowing.

Nothing else needed to be said. From your silence alone he just took you into his arms securely, showing no intention of letting go soon. He purposely caressed the side of your face with the most scars carefully, whispering sweet nothings and all forms of reassurance.

"I wouldn't worry about a blind man finding me attractive." he joked, rubbing your back. "Have you been suffering alone since we got here?"

You huffed a laugh through your nose at his comment, just slowly nodding against his chest.

"No more of that, please. I'm here whenever. I know I'm gone a lot, but you still need to tell me these things so I can help ease it as much as I can."

You hummed in response, feeling far more relaxed than you did five minutes ago. He backed up slightly, taking one of your hands and leading you out of the bathroom. He stopped in front of the body mirror next to the bed and made you face it, seeing you visibly about to protest.

"Ah, ah, this is me helping ease your worries."

Kenshi stripped himself of his uniform shirt, leaving his bare chest and pants. He stepped closer behind you and played with the bottom of your tank top in between his fingers.

"May I?" he muttered next to your ear.

You nodded and lifted your arms. Once it was off all you saw was what you've been avoiding these past few weeks. Although, to your surprise, your scars healed nicely. It wasn't as bad as you thought. All that there was left now was your bare chest and shorts (that were his).

Kenshi peppered your shoulders and neck with kisses where all the scars were. His strong hands gliding down your arms with tender, love, and care alone nearly made you dizzy. Your eyes closed shut and you exhaled in content, melting just under his affection.

"It appears to be working." he said playfully, now getting on his knees and turning you to face him. He continued his actions, giving you slow, attentive kisses on the scars that covered your torso.

"Perfection. You are perfection." he whispered.

Your longing desire only grew stronger by the second. Your hand brushing through his hair made him hum against you, smirking as he stood back up.

"I didn't forget," he said, cupping your cheeks and kissing them, giving extra on the side with the marks.

"Permission to make you mine tonight?" he added, and you knew exactly what he meant.

"I grant you full permission to make me yours, Kenshi Takahashi." you finally spoke in confidence, love and lust overtaking you all at once.

Once your back hit the soft, silk linens, Kenshi's entire demeanor took a big shift. His smooth, tattooed hands quickly worked their way down your body to strip off the rest of your clothes, soon following after. He groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your warm skin against his palms.

Your breaths came together in sync with every connection of his hips. Each thrust having some sort of intent behind it. He wanted to take it slow at the start, silently letting you know how much he loved and cared for this canvas that was no longer empty. A few paint strokes here and there, but he didn't care not one bit.

Every joke has some truth to it, and he was a little serious when he mentioned his blindness. He remembers what you look like pre-traumatic event, so it's all just replaying in his mind as he fills in the blanks with the feeling of each scar and light dent under his hands.

The sounds of your breathless moans filled his ears deliciously, since it's what he mainly has to rely on now, he definitely feels reassured that he knows what he's doing.

You captured his lips with yours, muffling the crescendo of your voice as he kept reaching the exact spot that makes you lose your mind. Your nails dug into his shoulders with pure pleasure washing over you, as if you just couldn't take it anymore. You needed more.

"Kenshi...faster...please-" you muttered against his lips, shuddering at the feeling of him purposely stopping while being all the way inside you.

"As you wish." he said, slowly rolling you both over so that he was on his back and you were on top. Your trembling figure and hands gripping the sheets were the perfect indication that you were close.

Kenshi pulled you towards him to lay on his chest, holding your hips up and immediately getting to work. What was just the slow, romantic, and sensual Kenshi has left the building. Now was the Kenshi you met just half a year ago. The aggressive-when-he-needed-to-be, passionate, and goal-driven Kenshi who almost bested you if his hand didn't slip. This Kenshi was more than determined to have you cum first and himself after.

And that you did.

With his now fast paced and calculated thrusts hitting your sweet spot, he gripped your hips even harder as he got close. While you were letting yourself go on top of him, moaning and groaning uncontrollably in his ear, it was surely bringing him to his climax. Right before he let go, he sat up in the bed with you wrapped in one of his arms. The control he had was just impeccable.

He finally came, lifting you up so it didn't get inside you, but instead on your back. You haven't heard him curse this much in a while, which brought a tired smile to your face.

You both calmed down together, embracing each other and feeling your hearts beating at the same rate. You could feel the indents your nails left behind on his shoulder and back, seeing some red marks.

"Ah, that's gonna leave a mark," you murmured.

Kenshi chuckled, slightly untangling the embrace and resting his forehead on yours as he shrugged it off.

"Now we match."

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theleechyskrunkly · 2 months

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16, 20, and 21 for all the skrunklies

EHEHEHHEHEHE THESE ARE GOOD ONES

16- For Paige:

His pain tolerance is intermediate. Being raised in an extremely well off family and being carefully sheltered for most of his life, Paige has had very rare encounters with pain. But when he does experience pain, he tends to jolt, momentarily freeze, then move on or make a calculated decision on what to do next, depending on the amount of pain inflicted (this is the exact sequence in which he reacted when he started drowning. When he realized he couldn't swim back up, he just froze and let himself sink).

He hasn't experienced a lot of things more painful than being stomped on by hundreds of adults as a 9 year old 💀

For Aurinelle:

This guy has some intense pain tolerance. You could torture him with boiling hot water and he wouldn't bat an eye. I mean ask Floyd, no matter how many times he squeezes Aurinelle, it's as if he were giving him a massage instead of choking! And that cheeky smirk when he sees that Floyd has given up on squeezing the life out him, makes Floyd cranky as hell.

20- For Paige:

Paige actually is a pretty jealous person! But he doesn't really show it. He doesn't want to seem possessive and make whoever is causing him jealousy uncomfortable.

His jealousy usually manifests when he's having a conversation with someone he really likes, but when he sees them talking to someone else, they seem happier than when they're with him. He just lets it happen and shrinks back to allow the person to do whatever they want. He thinks that maybe he's just bored them or that he's not all that important in their life.

For Aurinelle:

Aurinelle is the manifestation of petty. He doesn't get jealous easy, but when he does he makes it pretty obvious.

If someone makes him jealous for whatever reason, he resorts to giving them the cold shoulder. Ignoring texts, not listening when they try to ask him what's wrong, plus other petty tactics.

When it comes to who he's jealous of, he decides to assert dominance (male alpha moment 😭) by purposely making his aura more intimidating and making himself look bigger (for literally no reason. You're already a giant dude).

Oh, and he pouts. And glares. He pouts and glares a lot.

21- For Paige:

I answered this previously, but that was for a different ask game, so I'll answer it again!

Paige has undiagnosed PTSD Type 2, also known as ASD(Acute Stress Disorder) as well as Agoraphobia, the fear of crowds and places that may cause panic, helplessness, and/or embarrassment.

Paige isn't aware of his ASD, and he could've gotten treatment for it before it developed into PTSD, but his parents never took him to a therapist after the events that caused him a trauma, so he's never actually dealt with it in any way.

He deals with his Agoraphobia by just staying as far away from crowds as possible.

For Aurinelle:

Oof this guy. Aurinelle has undiagnosed PTSD type 4, also known as Complex PTSD, which consists of multiple experienced traumas instead of just one, and is easier to trigger than uncomplicated PTSD. He also has panic and anxiety disorder, all which he developed when he was young, heightening his sensitivity to dangerous situations. He is also claustrophobic :(

As I said previously, these illnesses are undiagnosed, so Aurinelle is unaware he has them. When he notices symptoms, he dismisses them as siren survival instincts instead of actually acknowledging them.

He refuses to admit he's claustrophobic (he thinks Azul or the tweels will use it against him).

GOODNESS GRACIOUS THIS IS LONG 😨

Tagging: @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @cyanide-latte @xen-blank @thehollowwriter for silly oc ask games :D

#aurinelle sireiwen #paige pegasus #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #Twst ocs #twisted wonderland oc #twst wonderland #twisted oc #quinny 🐙

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cupcakes-and-pain · 7 months

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The Forgotten Heirs

My little thing for whumptober!! I’m doing the AI-less one, but I don’t really care about interacting with their blog or anything, so I’m not tagging them or stuff like that. But this is my prompt fill for the first day, Poisoned.

I hope you all enjoy!!

CW: poisoning attempt, murder attempt, vampire whumpee, female whumpee, also a human whumpee, persuasion, multiple whumpees, child neglect, really awful parenting, mysterious disappearances

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56 days.

That’s long it’s been since Eric was supposed to come back. Eric had told Blair how busy that week was, but her brother had sworn to her that they’d see each other soon. And Eric had promised her that several days before, so altogether it was 61 since she last saw her brother.

The servants didn’t answer her questions, and her mother wouldn’t respond to her notes. Blair had zero clue what had happen to Eric. And, what’s worse, she was unable to find out herself.

She had been born with golden eyes, of course. Everyone was. But the difference was that when she was 7 or 8 and everyone else’s eyes were turning from yellow to orange to red, hers didn’t.

The doctors said it was a rare medical condition and that she could live a perfectly normal and happy life. But her parents didn’t see it that way.

They saw a parasite trying to take down the “honorable” house of Dandridge. They saw a nuisance and a waste of space. Her uncle even once accused her of being a spy from House Tulley to take them down from the inside.

As if those fools could’ve possibly predicted she’d have no persuasion when she was a baby and then somehow switched her at birth.

But the exact reason for her condition wasn’t important. They had a family name to uphold. They could not let it get out that one of their own was “lesser”.

And so she was locked away. Eric had even told her once that everyone else had been told she died, including some of their family members that hadn’t yet found out about her lack of persuasion.

She had lived her whole life up here. Alone, beyond the human slaves and Eric.

She had a few books, and her brother often brought her new ones. But she had read all of these ones hundreds of times already, and no visits meant no books.

She didn’t have the energy to cry. Blair had spent all of the last few weeks crying already, plus they had forgot to feed her several times. She was so, so tired.

- - -

She woke up later to discover a slave holding a bowl of blood on a tray, staring blankly ahead. They must’ve been instructed to ensure she actually got the food. Odd. Usually, only Eric would’ve done that for her.

She took the bowl, drank a little, and spat it right back out.

Poisoned.

The blood had been laced with garlic.

After all these years, they finally decided to get rid of her.

All of her frustration, anger, loneliness, hatred, and exhaustion bubbled up inside her. She screamed. Chucking the blood at the wall, she began to tear apart her room. Pillows, books, furniture, clothes, all of it went flying. Fury coursed through her veins. She just wanted to cause as much destruction as possible.

What finally broke her out of her state was a tiny gasp and the sharp, delicious scent of human blood. Blair’s eyes snapped to the slave, who had gotten hit in the head with some glass figurine. Blood dripped down their expressionless face. The pain must’ve broken their spell temporally, but they quickly sunk back into the emptiness caused by continuous persuasion.

They didn’t deserve this. In her anger, she had completely forgotten the person even more stuck than her. How selfish she was, crying over having to re-read some books, when this person had their whole life and agency snatched from them.

Eric had always been a human rights advocate as long as she could remember. The boy had fallen for a human through anonymous letters when both of them were young. The way Eric tells it, ever since it was discovered that Eric’s soulmate was a human, her brother left behind the family’s values and was disgusted by their use of slavery.

Her brother, as her own visitor, had taught her all of Eric’s own beliefs.

With her older brother gone, there’s no one here to protect the slaves. Thinking back on it, some of them seemed to have more hand-shaped bruises than usually. Her family was so barbaric, harming creatures that couldn’t think for themselves at all. If a slave didn’t do what the vampire persuading it wanted, it was no one’s fault but the one who had given the command. The commanded could not be blamed.

Blair decided, then and there, that she could not be in this house any longer. And this person couldn’t either.

She’d love to free all of the people her family kept, but she couldn’t attract too much attention. Besides, they’d have to make a quick escape.

After four days of planning, researching human care, trying to figure out how she’ll survive in the outside world, and starving (her family kept sending poisoned blood), Blair finally left. She took the human and ran.

She vowed to find Eric herself, but more importantly, she would finally find herself. No more closed doors, no more being trapped. She was free.

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Tag list: @whumpsday just ask to be added r removed! <3

#the forgotten heirs #whump #poisoning attempt #murder attempt #vampire whumpee #female whumpee #multiple whumpees #persuasion #child neglect #bad parenting #mysterious disappearances

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mimisempai · 2 years

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The beginning of something new

Summary:

Dream is walking towards "The New Inn". Would Hob have waited for him? Will Dream have a chance to repair the possibility of a friendship he rejected more than a hundred years ago?

Notes:

New to this ship but already head over heels for them...

On AO3

Rating T - 1707 words

Dream stood in front of the ruins of the inn as the last words he had said to Hob echoed in his head.

"You... dare suggest one such as I might need your companionship."

Had he ruined any chance of friendship, just like that inn was ruined?

The hundred years in this glass cage had allowed him to think about many things and one of the people he always came back to was Hob.

Hob and his desire to live.

Hob and his almost sickly optimism.

Hob and his incredible clairvoyance.

"So, I think you're here for something else."

"And what might that be?"

"Friendship."

"I think you're lonely."

Of course Hob was right, and that was the very reason Dream had been so hard on him and almost ran away from the inn that night.

Of course he was lonely.

Ever since his encounter with Hob in 1689, when the man had lost everything, was in a pitiful state and yet didn't call for death, Dream knew that the experiment was over.

What had started with interest and curiosity had grown into a kind of attachment.

He had witnessed the man's good and bad choices, his mistakes and his attempt to fix them, successful or not. It had become clear to Dream that Hob did what he could with what life gave him. He assumed his choices, whatever they were.

Dream had seen him be proud and ashamed, rich and poor, at his lowest and highest places. But never so desperate as to want to die.

And always genuine with him.

Even when Dream had looked down on him and turned his back, Hob had not retreated. He didn't go back on his words in the hope of gaining Dream's good graces again.

He had chased him out of the inn and continued to scream behind him.

"I'll tell you what, I'll be here in 100 years' time. If you're here then too, it'll be because we're friends. No other reason, right?"

Dream had not answered of course.

But now, almost a hundred and fifty years later, in front of the ruined inn, he wondered how long Hob had waited for him at that place in 1989.

His eyes fell on the red tag at the bottom of the wall that served as a fence, The New Inn followed by an arrow to the right.

Without much hope, he followed the red line to the end and looking up he saw it just past a small green space, on a sign above the window of what appeared to be a bar, "The New Inn".

He slowly crossed the green space, indifferent to the tall grass that brushed his slacks or to the light breeze that shook the leaves above him, he had his eyes only fixed on the small establishment.

Would he be there?

His reason told him that it was impossible for Hob to have come here to wait for him when today wasn't even the date, or even the year they met every hundred years. Not to mention the way he had behaved the last time they had seen each other.

But Dream wouldn't be Dream if he didn't have hope in humanity.

Hope in Hob.

He opened the door of the inn and no sooner had he taken a few steps than he spotted him, sitting at a table, alone as always.

Hob was concentrating on the papers in front of him, a glass of beer beside him. Dream walked towards him without taking his eyes off him.

Then Hob seemed to realize someone was coming towards him so he looked up and Dream saw the exact moment he realized he was there.

The moment their eyes met, he saw the surprise in his eyes and didn't look away.

Then a warm smile slowly grew on his lips and he said in a cheeky tone, "You're late."

The relief was so intense that Dream couldn't hold back his own smile. Probably the most sincere one since they knew each other and then he uttered, "It seems I owe you an apology. I've always heard it is impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

Hob smiled again, understanding in his eyes, and Dream took a seat in the chair across from him, his smile never leaving his face.

He said to him, "Death says hi."

Hob tilted his head in puzzlement, "Death?"

Dream explained, "The young woman who accompanied me the first time we met. The one who granted you not to die."

Hob swallowed and replied, "Is that why you are here? To bring me to her?"

Dream chuckled softly and reassured Hob, "No, she will only come for you the day you ask."

Hob shook his head and replied, "You can return my regards to her then."

He took a sip of his beer and said, his little smile deepening the dimple on his chin, "Death, Hob... don't you think if we're friends, after all this time, I'd have the right to know your name?"

How could Dream deny him that, when without even knowing who he really was, without even knowing if he would show up, Hob had been waiting for him here for years?

He held out his hand to Hob over the table, "My name is Dream."

"Dream?"

Hob took the outstretched hand and squeezed it as he continued, "It suits you... pretty well. Nice to meet you, Dream."

They held hands for longer than propriety required. Dream didn't feel like letting go of the warm, strong grip.

When they let go of each other's hand, his gaze fell on the papers laid out in front of Hob and he asked, "What is this?"

Hob leaned back in his seat and taking his pen he pointed to the papers in front of him, " These, dear Dream, are copies that I have to grade."

Dream rested his chin on the palm of his hand and asked, a little surprised, "Are you a teacher?"

Hob, not offended by his surprise, nodded.

"May I ask what you teach?"

Hob's face became serious again as he answered, "History and specifically the history of human rights."

Dream commented, "Interesting choice."

Hob hesitated a bit before answering, "I... I know for a fact that I've made a lot of bad choices, more than good ones for that matter. So I feel that with my knowledge of the world, maybe I can make a difference by educating the younger generations so they don't make the same mistakes I did."

"I've been up, and been down, and been up again. Have I learned aught? I've learned from my mistakes, but I've had more time to commit more mistakes."

Dream clearly remembered Hob's words just before their downfall and said softly to him, "I think you've really learned something and your students will have no better teacher than you who has experienced what you teach, from the good and the bad sides of the fence."

Dream placed his hand on Hob's as he toyed with his pen and continued, "You are a good person, Hob Gadling."

Hob, clearly embarrassed by the compliment, shook his head and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Dream held it back firmly, "Believe me, I've known mankind since the dawn of time, I know a good person when I see one. You are a good man."

Hob seemed to struggle for a few moments before giving in and Dream felt his hand loosen under his.

"So tell me, what have you been doing all this time?"

Hob withdrew his hand and raising his hand he said with a snicker, "For that I will need a second beer. I'm not asking if you'll have one, I've noticed that you don't drink or eat when we meet."

"Well, it's never too late to change." retorted Dream.

A few moments later the waiter brought them their drinks and Hob raised his glass in Dream's direction and said, "To something new."

Dream clinked his glass against his and Hob told him his story.

They were on their third cup of coffee when they decided it was time to call it a night.

Hob said sheepishly, "I have classes to teach tomorrow."

Dream nodded with understanding and after paying the bill, they both headed for the door.

Once outside, they stood in silence for a few moments in front of the door, neither of them ready to say the words that would really end the meeting.

"A hundred years, then? "

"A hundred years."

Hob was the first to break the silence, "After so many years believing I had lost you... euh I mean your friendship, I'm so happy now that I could kiss you."

Dream looked at him with a half smile on his lips and replied, "Why don't you?"

Hob chuckled and retorted, "Not until the first date."

"What? In a hundred years?"

Hob challenged him with his eyes and replied softly, "Why not in twenty-four hours?"

He didn't wait for an answer and turned on his heels to take the path to his house.

"Hob?"

He stopped and turned to Dream, who hadn't moved.

Dream gauged him with his eyes as he so often did and said softly, almost in a whisper, "See you tomorrow."

Hob tried to hide his surprise but couldn't quite manage it, then nodded and replied, "See you tomorrow... Dream."

He didn't turn around fast enough to stop Dream from seeing the smile that lit up his face and the Lord of Dreams felt that strange warmth inside him again.

The same warmth he felt every time he saw Hob waiting for him as he opened the door of the inn.

As he was leaving he witnessed Hob making a kind of small hopping step and could not help but chuckle.

Suddenly Matthew came to land on his shoulder and croaked in his ear, "Should I conclude that we'll be back tomorrow?"

Dream looked serious and replied, "I'll be back tomorrow, you will stay in The Dreaming."

"But-"

Dream closed the raven's mouth with his hand, "Not another word."

Then he continued walking, smiling in anticipation.

Pleased that this time he didn't have a hundred years to wait, but only a few hours.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Dreamling Masterlist here

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #sort of getting together #post episode 6 #dreamling fic

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grailfinders · 1 year

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Fate & Phantasms TDoV special!

we're getting a little too close to 1000 followers for my liking, so it's time to celebrate the Transgender Day of Visibility! /j

sadly we don't have the time to create a whole new build for a famous historical transgender person, but we still have time to do a roundup of all the trans people already in fate, whether through their historical source or in fate itself. we're also including any servant who intentionally doesn't care about the gender binary in here, because its our list and we'll do as we'll please. we're also not including genderbends on being genderbent alone, or else we'd be here all day.

so, if you want to get a trans D&D party together for the Transgender Day of Vengeance, check out some of the options below!

Artoria Pendragon: we're including her not because she's a genderbend, but because she spent her entire life laboring under a gender role that slowly crushed her physically and mentally. Big mood, as the kids say.

Chevalier d'Eon: obviously putting modern labels of sexuality on historical figures is a fraught game at the best of times, but we can definitely say that the historical d'Eon was intersex, and chose to present as female towards the end of her life, so whatever she was it definitely wasn't cisgender.

Cú Chulainn: Cu isn't explicitly transgender in either his source nor in Fate, but it's not that hard to get a trans interpretation from the Ulster Cycle, what with its emphasis on how small and beardless Cu is, plus how he was immune to that curse Medb used to give all the men of Ulster birthing pains. plus this is our list so fuck it, we stan.

Sir Francis Drake: now admittedly this is our shakiest logic yet, but hear me out- her bio explicitly says that her crew sees calling her a woman as "rude" to her. there's a lot of ways to read into that, and this is one of them.

Jack the Ripper: ...can you reject the gender you were assigned at birth if you were never born? still, this one's just a numbers game- at least one of those abortions would've been assigned male, right? also, a screaming amalgam of the dead back for vengeance is great energy to bring to the party.

Mordred Pendragon: their gender? knight.

SHIKI, Shiki, and Shiki: being multiple people does wild things to gender. problematic fave tbf

Astolfo: Astolfo.

Hundred Personas: again, this one's a numbers game. ...do they still count as trans if they have their own bodies now? also, give them the male tag lasengle. you cowards.

Minamoto-no-Raikou: we're not including this one just because she's a genderbend, but because she's spent her whole life under the burden of a gender role she never wanted. also I've met plenty of tranfemmes who are just as obsessed about motherhood and want that exact kind of body.

Leonardo da Vinci: nonbinary queen, we stan

Enkidu: literally genderfluid, I can respect a good pun.

Prince Nezha: does not give a shit about their gender. good for them, best beep-boop.

Sieg: the yggdmillenia family didn't bother giving their mana batteries genders, so Sieg's canonically intersex! he's also a fucking great looper, if you got him you should level him.

Shi Huangdi: at some point the first emperor of china kind of forgot gender existed. god I wish that was me.

Kama: they can transform, Lasengle. you said so yourself. give them a male skin, you cowards

Sima Yi & Reines: ...I mean, I hear people call being trans like, "having a man's soul in a woman's body", and that's literally this.. does this count? I don't know, but the important thing is it's raising the question.

Maou Nobu: I've met them and they're trans, that's good enough proof for me.

Caeneus: ditto.

Van Gogh, Nemo, and Taira-no-Kagekiyo: I'm sorry for lumping these three together, but they're all right next to each other and they're all just "being multiple people does weird things to your gender" again.

Kiichi Hogen: see Kama.

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #DND #transgender

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pretty--in--purple · 8 months

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A small rant about statistical representativeness

so with polls fucking everywhere, i wanted to comment on the "reblog for a bigger sample size!" thing. because some of these polls are getting many more responses than actual published journal articles (they're in the tens or even hundreds of thousands) but they are still not necessarily REPRESENTATIVE.

so in experimental design, there are names for different types of sampling. the most statistically representative is stratified random sampling, but most published articles* use opportunity sampling because without a baseline number of participants, their statistical power will be too low. the problem with opportunity sampling is that it tends to be less representative, because it's just whoever you can get, rather than proportions that more accurately represent your target population. however, it's good enough for many published articles*, so what's the problem?

well, tumblr polls don't use opportunity sampling. the instruction to reblog means that what we are using is actually snowball sampling - where a few people are reached out to directly by the experimenter (in this case, the followers of the person who made the poll) and they then recruit people from their social circle to engage with the experiment as well. this means that, by design, the experimenter is receiving data ONLY from people whose social circles overlap in some way with the original sample, their recruits, etc. This is actually great if you're looking for a specific group - the TLT poll i made yesterday is being reblogged to audiences who mostly already know and care about the series because i tagged it accordingly. if i hadn't, my responses would have been skewed by people who didn't know what the poll is about.

HOWEVER! when a poll is not targeting a specific population within tumblr, but the population of tumblr as a whole, we have an issue. when people claim that the results of their poll show overall metrics for tumblr, we have a MAJOR issue.

firstly and more broadly, no sample - regardless of size - is truly representative of a population unless the sample contains every member of that population. this is almost never feasible outside of surveys within companies, schools, etc., where completion of feedback is mandatory. and samples like this are self-selecting - they ignore people who use tumblr sporadically and miss the poll window, people who don't like polls and therefore never answer them, people who think the question or the asker are silly or irrelevant to them. and then we have the snowball sampling issue, where users are basically asking a room full of people who have been proven to agree with them on several topics whether they agree with them on another, often related, topic. tumblr has a pretty strong block culture, meaning whole swathes of the site CANNOT SEE EACH OTHER. this means that ANY result you get on basically any poll is going to be representative of part of tumblr at best. this isn't even accounting for bots, joke answers, or people misreading the poll and being unable to change their answer.

this is, to be clear, absolutely fine. as i said, many published studies* have this exact issue (WEIRD, anyone?). but if you make a tumblr poll, it's important to be aware that these results don't prove anything. hell, even published studies* with more rigorous sampling and statistical analysis avoid using the word 'prove' because the best thing a study can be is replicable and statistically sound.

*to be clear, my area of study is psychology, so i'm not 100% on other scientific fields' research methods. since tumblr polls are more sociology/psychology than anything else, i feel it's an appropriate comparison.

(links to stuff i've mentioned below)

#polls #tumblr #statistics #science #psychology

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raycyel · 10 months

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That post about edgy OCs got me thinking about OC development over time and now I wanna talk about it without clogging their tags with unrelated shit so here we go. Its also an excuse for me to put some OC info in one spot to be able to find it again later (;

Edgy OCs are really fun to make and I have nothing against them for sure, but there’s something really nice and personal about taking a previously edgy OC and making them not edgy anymore. Not through character development but through like retconning and redesigning them.

Hadley is my longest running and main OC despite the fact that I never write or draw her lol. I’ve had her since 6th grade, so around 10 years (yeowch that number hurts). My friend was writing a avatar x divergent esc young adult original story (as one does in 6th grade if you’re not busy writing minecraft fanfic like I was) and she asked me to make a character. Basic plot was that some people had element powers and were being hunted down for them because they were “dangerous”. I made Hadley as a shadow wielder, and as is standard with these kinds of stories, her parents were dead and she was on the run and life was shit for her.

My friend eventually stopped writing that story. I now had Hadley back to do whatever the fuck I wanted with her. My other friend had also made a character for this story named Georgie and we had our two OCs date (this is how you test the waters if you’re both creatives btw because she is now my gf lol). She already had a different universe for Georgie, so I decided to put Hadley there and rework her a bit. In this universe, Georgie and her family are witches who go around and take care of paranormal stuff. Now Hadley became an unwilling test subject by a big bad company that turned her into this weird shadow monster thing.

Still edgy but in a different way. I was in highschool when I came up with that story.

I’m now a year away from graduating college. In my time I have been casually thinking about Hadley in the background. Not drawing or writing anything, but just thinking. Now I’m really having fun with her.

She’s 1/4 shadow creature on her mom’s side, so shes lived with them her entire life. There was an old abandoned log cabin in the woods that she lives in. She has a garden and a well outside, the cabin itself is in very good shape. She knows the woods like the back of her hand and knows trespassers aren’t welcome, so she tries to keep people out by warning them. She is 100% used to people never listening to her and disappearing into the woods to never come out. With every disappearance, the shadow creatures leave her with new gifts that look familiar. She’s silly, goofy, pretty laid back, kinda smug, but a bit unsettling and unhinged (she was raised by big creatures who kill people that trespass into their territory, a bit of weird is to be expected).

She meets Georgie in the same way she meets everyone else. Georgie came out to investigate rumors of people going missing, belongings being taken, and strange creatures around the edges of towns. While Georgie wanders, Hadley appears out of nowhere and gives her same cryptic warning “these here forests are dangerous, don’t go wandering around in ‘em. I’d leave while you still can,” with that same off-putting, sly smile she always delivers her warnings with. It has a rehearsed feeling to it, like she’s said these exact words to hundreds of people (she has). Georgie is especially interested in this interaction because she knows shes in the middle of dangerous shadow creature territory, yet here is this person completely unharmed and acting like she owns the place (she basically does).

Georgie starts asking questions because this kind of stuff is her job, she’s pretty used to the weirdness. Hadley keeps giving vague answers with that same air of casualty even as the sun starts to set. Eventually she says "Well, its late enough to where if you leave now, you wont get out of here in time," no explanation for what that means, "You can either go off on your own or come with me." Its an offer no one else has ever gotten because no one stayed around her long enough for her to offer it. Intrigued and seeing this as her best lead into her investigation, Georgie agrees.

They head back to Hadley’s quaint, well kept cabin, something that sticks out horribly in the middle of the of a forest with such a lethal history. At some point Georgie asks “If this area is so dangerous, how come you live out here?” Hadley barks out a laugh, her mouth opening far enough to reveal a glimpse of fangs larger and sharper than what any standard human should have for the first time. “Unlike everyone else, I’ve been out here for a very long time. I know what I’m doing.” She drops the topic.

Georgie eventually convinces Hadley to join her in her family’s witch business. Hadley ends up being a chaotic addition to the roster due to her having a semi-personal relationship with a lot of other mystical/supernatural groups. If the shadow creatures interacted with any other groups, she did as well. They’ll be trying to do an investigation and Hadley starts picking arguments with them because of some old feud or other thing (e.g. Hadley can realistically do the moonknight comic “Dracula, you bastard, you owe me money“ thing. That’s what inspired this part because its funny).

To summarize all that, shes got a family and is happy now where she never was before.

tldr: There’s something so personal about an OC changing with you as you grow up. Something something a piece of yourself is in everything you create and sometimes they help you see how much you’ve changed. Making edgy characters is fun and all, but for me and Hadley, her becoming less edgy is a reminder of how I don’t hate my life as much as I used to. Hadley is getting better and so am I :D

#my stuff #OC #Hadley #textpost #its a rant really but i got nostalgic from the other post

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dvesinthewind · 2 years

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How Do I Make You Love Me ³ | Maddy Perez

part three of a multi-series, part two here. maddy perez x fem!reader wc 4.7k+

tags/warnings: internalized homophobia, compulsory heterosexuality(?), language, mentions of PTSD, szn 2 spoilers, sexual tension, mature content, drug use, mentions of addiction, reader doesn't want to face adulthood, slow (ish) burn

a/n: part three is here! sorry to those who have been waiting patiently, i've been extremely busy. once again this does not follow the exact storyline, but does contain szn 2 spoilers. read at your own discretion.

You were not originally going to the Howard home that night.

Even if it wasn’t expected that someone would finally break the silence as to what Nate and Cassie had been up to, you weren’t going to go. You wished that you hadn’t.

You didn’t want to watch the bridges burn as you consoled Maddy from attempting to rip the blonde locks straight from Cassie’s scalp. You had no interest in seeing thick tears form along Cassie’s waterline, slipping through her bare, bottom lashes and onto the fresh velvet-colored embarrassment of her cheeks. It was chaotic. To think your intuition almost kept you home that night.

Prior to this, though, Maddy’s reaction to your outburst after her birthday party was unexpected to say the least. She barely made herself scarce. Maddy technically didn’t have anyone other than you and Kat to confide in-- and considering Cassie’s ongoing absence concerning her double life, she was off the table as well. So, for Maddy to act as if nothing was burdening her–not even the ever-growing tension between the two of you, was… just the way things were.

She still called during the day to alert you of her every move in real life and via social media. Calls lasted through the night where conversations would naturally turn a little deeper, revealing personal topics and future aspirations. Maddy already knew everything about you. She brought up Nate less and less, and the optimist in you considered she might’ve changed her mind. If she hadn’t then, she certainly would soon.

But unbeknownst to you, Maddy would lie awake at night, losing sleep over your confession in particular. It wasn’t that Maddy didn’t care, or acknowledge the things you said, (quite the opposite) she just didn’t know how to react.

It was strange how an abrupt conversation could unravel so many memories, ones that she had deemed insignificant in the very moment, but now appeared in a new light once she really dwelled on them. What would life have been like, if Maddy chose you over Nate to begin with?

If you had learned anything from watching Nate and Maddy's unfortunate relationship unfold, it was that flowers were an unacceptable way of apologizing. Sure, flowers were nice, but by the time Nate and Maddy were officially done-- which is said lightly, you were one-hundred percent sure that bouquets of flowers gave her PTSD. Therefore, the materialistic way of expressing how you felt was not going to work, nor did you want it to. You didn't want to be just another Nate Jacobs, and you surely didn't want to mirror his actions as if what he had done was correct to begin with.

You spent the rest of the weekend thinking of the ways you could show Maddy what true love really looked like. It wasn't that you'd ever experienced it--you hadn't experienced much outside of spontaneous hookups anyways, but with Maddy it felt different. You yearned to show her, to feel her, to do all of the things Nate wouldn't have ever even thought of doing. He wouldn't show her a gentle form of love, akin to brushing stray strands of brunette locks off of her perfectly carved face. He wouldn't care for her while she was sick, or listen to her while she vented. He wouldn't care to hear about her dreams and aspirations, what made her mad, what made her feel good about herself. It was all an act for Nate anyways. But unlike Nate, she wouldn't have to put on a show for you.

Lexi was vigorously working on her play.

You were sure to be the only one who actually knew it was about you and the rest of the friend group. Lexi was worried it would make them upset. Though, you reassured her all would be well, as long as she told the story for what it was, and not what it was painted to be. She smiled so fondly, ear to ear, and you had thought about when you were just kids. Lexi always occupied a part of your heart, regardless of how blatantly platonic your relationship had always been. Fezco seemingly occupied a majority of her brain nowadays, however, and that was perfectly fine with you.

It had been another casual night at the Howard home. Each of you curled up on the couches alongside Suze who was binging some sort of game show. She made audible comments to the contestants, as if they could hear her, and allowed each of you to know that if she had been sitting on that stage, what decisions she would’ve made differently. You would’ve normally laughed along if Maddy wasn’t practically sitting on your lap. The couches were small as is, but Maddy consciously chose to sit directly on top of you. You felt the rise and fall of her every breath as it hit against your own chest, rhythmic and slow. The mesh top she had on wasn’t helping either.

As if she could sense your gaze, the brunette slowly tilted her head up from your chest. She found your eyes quickly, flashing an innocent smile, before turning back to focus on the TV. You didn’t miss the way she settled herself further into your space either. You indulged for what felt like seconds, before a hurried knock was heard at the front door.

The creases underneath Rue’s eyes were more akin to craters than eye bags. Sunken in, and bruised against her brown skin, they were an evident contrast on her face. Her skin did not hold the usual tanned pigment, but a paleness you had never seen on her before. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, her lungs gasping for any clarity of fresh air, and her long legs were caught up underneath one another in an attempt to enter through the door frame.

Maddy practically leapt at the opportunity to hug the unannounced visitor, clearly not observing her delirious state. Rue briefly smiled, a pained expression only growing on her face. What was she on now? Rue’s brown eyes mainly centered themselves on the floor, avoiding everyone's gaze only to be caught in the foyer of the Howard house surrounded by all of her friends. She caught your eye for just a moment, and you were ashamed to send a pitiful glance her way.

You’d known Rue for a majority of your life. You weren’t as close as she and Lexi were, but when Rue couldn’t go to Lexi, she went to you. It occurred more often once her father passed away, the pain so unbearable that she turned to opiates. As young as you initially were, you didn’t understand. Lexi didn’t do well with holding in such secrets, finding herself teary-eyed in your arms as she mourned who Rue once used to be. Maybe that was why you never exactly pitied Rue, you just empathized. There was no room to pity those who couldn’t care whether or not their situation changed. Lexi’s heart was far too big. You felt as though yours wasn’t big enough.

Once Lexi entered the room, the pit in your stomach grew a little bigger. Her face fell softly, thick brows creased as she studied the girl in the center of the room. Rue stood anxiously while Suze attempted to entertain her, the girl itching to run upstairs and into the bathroom in search of any valuables. She was clever, but you’ve also met her before.

By the time Rue’s mother arrives, you all begin staging some sort of intervention. The brunette at hand, sat on the staircase glaring at each of you for your betrayal. Rue was apparently on the run, from what you weren’t sure.

“This can’t feel good, Rue. Lying to the people you love,” Leslie steps forward to continue. “Being mean to the people you love. This can’t make you feel good about yourself.” The rest of you stood quietly, yourself sitting alongside Lexi as she eyed the carpet. It was far too difficult to hear Rue claim she didn’t care about any of it. You knew she didn’t mean that. She couldn’t have.

Growing up, you lacked patience. It was something that you assumed came naturally to most people, the ability to wait for any sort of outcome with no desperation or anxiety. As you grew older, you attempted to be more patient with the people you surrounded yourself with, the things you wanted to come into fruition. It wasn’t easy to be patient with those struggling with addiction, and you could tell by how much patience Leslie truly lacked. She had fought for so long. When is it appropriate to finally give up?

Cassie finally stepped into the foyer with pure obliviousness etched onto her bare face. She stood not too far from the staircase in a baby pink sweatshirt and faded skinny jeans. From beside Lexi on the small couch, you could see her clearly– her innocent stance as she suggested Rue take it “one day at a time”. She smiled sweetly then, looking around the room for everyone’s approval, and it had to have been the dumbest thing you’d ever heard. It was one thing to be encouraging, but you knew that was the last thing Rue wanted to hear. It was evident the remark must have not pleased Rue very much, for a skeptical look appeared on her glossed face before she opened her mouth to speak.

“Hey, Cass?”

The smile grew larger upon her face, expecting a reward for her utter bravery in telling an addict to take it one day at a time. “Yeah?”

“I have a quick question for you.”

Cassie tilts her head. “What?”

Rue wastes no time. “How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?”

The statement being so bold, it hangs in the room for just a moment. It washes over the group in eerie silence and makes time for shock to settle in for all of you. You don’t bother looking to Lexi for her reaction, though you can see her from the corner of your eye watching yours. Your jaw drops open just slightly, and you stop yourself from taking in a breath of air. Your lungs feel the consequence, stilling in your chest just as time had moments before. Your heartbeat thumps against your skull. A stutter exits from Cassie’s lips, and Rue has no problem repeating herself to be any clearer.

Lexi clasps a hand over her mouth, and Maddy is quick to turn to see Kat’s reaction. You settled your back further into the couch cushion, humorlessly laughing at the blonde surveying the room. There was no way Cassie could have done this to Maddy.

“What are you talking about?” Maddy has kept her composure so far, but you know her well enough to know this isn’t going to end well for any of you.

Rue shrugs. “Well, I saw her get in his truck and then kiss him, and drive off. That was like- what... like, a month ago?” Her nonchalance provides a twist in your gut. Rue isn't shy to hurt anyone's feelings. You’re aware it’s not Maddy’s, nor Cassie’s, or her mom’s, or Gia’s. She wants everyone off of her back, and will do anything to have that happen. You find yourself pinching your wrist, closing your eyes in a leisure motion, but the scene continues to unfold and it won’t go away. This cannot be mistaken as a dream. Cassie betrayed Maddy, and the rest of you had to sit there as if you were a jury and be witnesses as the trial continued.

“Can we just table this conversation?” Suze begs, gesturing towards the kitchen but no one moves from where they’re placed. Rue is successful in her attempt, and her mother is seemingly the only person focused on the original intervention. Maddy finally strides over to Cassie’s shaking figure, Kat following suit to be sure Maddy doesn’t do something she’ll likely not regret. The blonde girl refuses to look Maddy in the eye for longer than three seconds, staring directly at Rue as she states, “I don’t even know why you’re believing her, she’s a drug addict!”

Lexi opens the front door, and you find yourself heading straight out of it. The brunette gives you a brief look of concern that fades as soon as she’s out of your view. Everything is so suffocating. The air outside feels much better filtering through your lungs. From here, you listen to the echo as Maddy yells at Cassie. It sounds as if you’re underwater.

Rue seemingly slips past you, sprinting down the everlasting pavement with each fast foot in front of the other. By the time you’ve realized it was actually her, her slim figure disappears down into the abyss. Leslie gets into her car, and you quietly point into the direction her daughter took on her escape route. She attempts a smiles in appreciation, and you slip back into the house with a heavy heart.

Tension slightly cooled after that.

You felt a bit guilty for leaving the house while Maddy had a breakdown, but Kat was alongside her anyway. She could manage. It was difficult enough to be around people who evidently hadn’t experienced normality in their entire life. Naturally, it wasn’t their fault, but there comes a time when the realization that every single burden gifted to us by our parents or society, becomes our own responsibility to be rid of. Cassie is broken, a victim to severe desperation for male validation that would never be fixed as long as she is with Nate. Maddy never experienced authentic love, believing she never will, and that love must be rough in order for it to be true. Kat hated everything about herself, from head to toe. She became the person she fantasized about in her head, only to be displeased with the result. Rue is an addict, through and through. She’s ruined true relationships due to her intoxicated state, prioritizing the temporary high over her own life. Lexi, always the underdog, observes all of this just as you do. She’s left with an alcoholic mother and absent father, and a sister who is broken beyond repair. She leans on you, not because you aren’t just as broken, but because you understand what it’s like to be an observer, to be the one doing the fixing.

Just a few days later, Maddy spent the day babysitting.

She took the hair elastic out of her hair, threw on a green bathing suit, and allowed the pool water to carry her through the deep end as if it was guiding her to her destiny. Soaking, brown locks treaded alongside her head, never bothering to wash onto her face. Maddy was not typically one to let chlorine touch her hair, nor her face for that matter. At the moment she didn't really care. The water was colder than it normally was, likely due to time of day. But it had been ironic that the weather had seemingly been far from pleasant, as if Mother Nature herself stirred an incoming storm. Maddy liked to imagine that whomever was in control of the universe had been in touch with her. It made her feel special. It brought a sense of ease--even if it wasn't true, that the universe had Maddy's back no matter what happened. The dark clouds were not ignored by the young girl, and she slipped back into the house moments later.

It wasn't exactly common knowledge, but Maddy wasn't someone who enjoyed spending time alone. Sure, she was independent, but she was also paranoid. Since you had opened up to her the night of her birthday, you were the one she thought of when she conjured up who she would want to be with when she was alone. Not Nate, not that random guy from the New Years party, you. And that was unfamiliar to Maddy in the first place, but she was curious, and let the thoughts linger as along as they pleased.

Fresh out of the swimming pool, she contemplated tugging on dry clothes, but the familiar feeling settled into her abdomen. She stood, bare, in front of the wide mirror, and ran her hands over the width of her recently exposed hips. She let herself imagine your own hands instead of hers, delicately caressing the tan skin with ease. Maddy's eyes fell closed, lashes tickling her skin before calming. There wasn't much guilt, but there was a small amount of shame. Had she liked girls all along? Or was it just you that made her feel this sort of security?

She allowed manicured fingernails to still over her cellphone screen as she hovered over your contact name. You'd never been to the house she babysat at, but she needed you there as soon as possible. She could blame it on her paranoia, and claim she just needed someone's company, but Maddy knew it was something more.

You arrived not long later, eyes heavy from exhaustion. Maddy had changed into something dry, and more revealing, clad in a typically fashionable outfit as her long, wet hair flipped around with every movement. You watched the voluminous body of her brunette locks sway along with her hips as she trailed back into the home she just let you inside of. She felt your gaze stronger this time, maybe because she was hoping for it.

"This is a nice house," you stated, dragging fingertips along a countertop, and inspecting not a speck of dust left as residue. "Do you clean it too?"

Maddy scoffed as she looked at you through her false lashes, as if the question was incredibly ridiculous. "Of course I clean it," she settles onto the sofa, patting the cushion beside her, "you think I just like, hangout with their son?"

You look around once more. "Does seem like they have a lot of money to spare."

Maddy doesn't respond to this. Instead she picks around at the skin bordering her acrylics. You were sure a portion of that babysitting money was generously spent on said nails, but that was none of your business.

"I didn't mean anything by that," you jumped to say, a bit weary at Maddy's sudden silence.

She takes a long, deep breath, chest filling with air, and brings a hand up to wave you off. "I know you didn't, I've just kind of been in my head lately, I guess..."

The brunette trails off. It appears as if she has more to say, but is holding back in hopes she won't have to say it aloud.

"About the whole Cassie thing?"

"Yeah, definitely. Along with other things."

"You never told me you were having issues besides what happened with Nate and Cassie-" you said, obliviously.

Maddy sighs in slight frustration. It was evident you weren't going to bring it up on your own. "Are we seriously not going to talk about the night of my birthday party?"

You made yourself small. "I didn't know you wanted to talk about it."

"We can't just like, forget about it, as if it never happened." Maddy's eyes study your face carefully. What did she want you to say?

"Maddy, I really don't know what else needs to be said. It was in the heat of the moment-"

"So you didn't mean anything you said?"

You found your hands clasped in your lap, moist from increased nervousness. You felt as if Maddy had better things to worry about than whether or not her best friend had truly confessed feelings for her that night. What about Nate and Cassie? Did that really not shock Maddy enough for her to forget about literally anything else? Everything with Maddy had always been a losing game.

"Of course I meant it."

Lexi's play comes around like anything else, but the anticipation is what eats you alive. You knew the Howard girl would never write anything and perform it for the entire school without thinking about your behalf. And unlike your beloved friends, you also knew a majority of the plot. You knew well enough to know everyone was about to be very uncomfortable.

Since Maddy's birthday, Kat and Ethan had broken up, as well as Rue and Jules, and you hadn't heard Nate's name ever dare to even slip out from Maddy's lips. You'd only gotten brief information from Fezco, but him and Lexi spent near hours on FaceTime and she even spent time at his place so they could "watch movies"-- whatever that meant. It was almost a simple reminder, small enough for not the eye to see but for you to subconsciously realize the act of growing up was really taking place. It was only natural for people to grow apart, not that you wanted it to be, but it was more realizing it that caused dismay. You'd spent the last four years of high school anxiously pressing on non-existent breaks in hopes it would slow down time. In hopes you could somehow find some clarity before adulthood was sure to begin. You didn't understand how you could know someone for more than half of your life, and once high school ended you may never see-- or know, them again. You hoped this wasn't the case for you and Maddy.

You found your seats rather quickly. Jules was somewhere dispersed into the sea of the gathering audience, and you were sure to have seen Rue's familiar face once as well. Maddy sat beside you, who sat alongside Kat, who was beside BB.

You hadn't really the time to ask Kat about her reasonings with cutting things off with Ethan. You presumed it might've been something similar to the "growing apart" pattern that you couldn't stop thinking of. Maybe Kat was destined for better things, better people. Surely Ethan wasn't the first good guy, and certainly not the last to filter through her life. You were all far too young to be making such commitments, you'd thought.

As Lexi's play raged on, your group was quick to realize their evident roles in the play's storyline. "Marta" was a splitting image of Maddy herself when she had been a freshman-- which only when you had pointed it out, had Maddy been reluctant to agree. It wasn't until a new scene began, velvet curtains pulled back, had you detached your gaze from the girls beside you. A young girl, slightly resembling yourself, presented herself in what was apparent to be Cassie and Lexi's bedroom. It was a fond memory, one you had practically forgotten, but you were glad Lexi remembered it as clearly as you did.

It was the summer before freshman year. You and Lexi had been sitting in her bedroom, which was evidently attached to Cassie's. Cassie was naturally on the other side. Her and Maddy were likely raving about boys who probably had yet to have a growth spurt. This was around the time when Maddy first moved here. The brunette spent more time at the Howard house, as did you, than she did her own. It wasn't until months later that you understood why.

You had sat cross legged on Lexi's bed, back facing her as her thin fingers weaved in and out of your hair. She pulled tightly on the three even sections she had distanced from the other side, quickly intertwining each section into the neat braid. You could clearly see the two girls on the other side of the room, watching them like a sitcom, as they laughed and smiled cheerfully. You thought it was then that your infatuation for Maddy began, despite the two of you barely making acquaintance.

"We don't really ever talk about boys like that," Lexi had said. Back the, you wished you could've seen her facial expression, but Lexi reenacted it on stage and gave you the full visual you never knew you needed.

You shrugged. "I don't know, I guess it's never really interested me."

Lexi pulls tightly on your hair, a sharp but subtle pain pinching your scalp. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Like- boys have never really interested you?"

You could feel Maddy's eyes on you, after all she had never experienced the conversation from the other side of the room. You stayed focused however. If you remembered correctly, she would get her clarity soon enough as long as she kept watching.

You sighed, almost shrugging the young Howard girl off had her grip not been so tight. "I guess not. They seem sort of complicated."

The audience laughed. A small smile crept along your face as well.

"Everyone's complicated."

You looked to Maddy, starstruck at how comfortable she had been with herself. "I suppose you're right."

Lexi wrapped an elastic around the second braid, laying it gently on your shoulder as if it would break or simply unravel if she hadn't. "I feel like you're avoiding this conversation."

"I just don't think I have the answer you're looking for," you resorted to. By now you were facing her once again, but could hear the mixture of Cassie and Maddy's laughter ring from behind you. It faded out as you let your attention center on the youngest Howard. She might be ashamed of you.

"I'll never know if you never tell me." Her eyes are a gentle brown. Warm. Calming. You might just lie to her to keep them that way.

But you can't. "I'm afraid you'll look at me differently, is all."

She appeared skeptical. It was as if a lightbulb went off in her mind after a pregnant pause. "Do you not like guys?" Lexi gasped, loud enough for Maddy and Cassie to hear. The two of them simmer down, the utter interruption too much to ignore.

By now, it felt as if you were the only one in the auditorium. You could not be disrupted by the laughter that had swept across the crowd of people. The opinions, and thoughts they had formulated of you were insignificant. The play was raw. You allowed Lexi to tell your story so you didn't have to.

"Lexi!" You scolded her, and couldn't stop from turning around to face the two behind you. What would Maddy think if she knew you weren't just like her? That your attraction to men was purely platonic, and occasionally fictitious. That you hadn't the desire to date guys like she had. That you had gone to sleepover after sleepover as they all changed in front of you. What could she think of you? God, please don't let her opinion change before she even knows me, you'd thought.

"I meant, like, at our school!" She senses your nervousness. Perhaps what she was asking you to admit was presumptuous. Perhaps you'd said too much. She covers it up anyway, or at least she tries to. Cassie and Maddy return to their theatrics, and you bring your hand up to your cheek to feel the burn of embarrassment. You bowed your head pitifully.

'I'm sorry," she admitted, lowly. "I had no idea."

You chuckled lightheartedly. "It's not your fault. I'm sorry I never told you sooner."

Lexi touches your arm in attempt to soothe all of the anxiety she had unknowingly created. You find the tension slowly releasing in your muscles. "I'm just glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me."

"So it doesn't change anything?" Why was this so easy?

"Not at all. I support you one-thousand percent." And she meant it. Despite that pestering, intrusive 'what if' you had dealt with occasionally, Lexi was your friend above all. The one who supported you through, and through. Had she not supported you, and convinced you the rest of them would too, where would you be? It was likely you'd still be pretending to be someone you weren't.

You're brought back into reality as the scene ends and those dreadful curtains swish back into frame. Lexi narrated the entire thing. Maddy's hand slowly finds yours, and you allow yourself to caress her thumb as it securely clasps with your hand. No guilt is necessary. Maddy is the one you've always wanted, and you're determined to love her the way she's supposed to be loved, because you know she wants you to. It's proof, the way she settles into your side, with no account of those around her. Please, let us be the ones who make it.

#maddy perez x fem!reader #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez imagine #euphoria imagine #euphoria fanfiction #dvesinthewind #rhi’s writing #euphoria x reader #i'm baaaaack #hope this exceeds expectations #this is a slow burn #although I'm sure part 4 might be the final #hdimylm series

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Tokyo Riding (2/3)

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Sukuna/Reader + Gojo/Reader

TAGS: dom!Gojo, implied power dynamics, riding, smut, overstimulation, short refractory period, safe sex (condom) but unsafe driving practices

WORD COUNT: 7.6k

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST || prev. part

One night. One banquet. One car. Three shots of vodka, and two hot men who make you feel completely different things. A chance to go joyriding in Tokyo will change everything, and it’s up to you to either join in on the drive or be left in the dust.

In which:

Sukuna is your sugar daddy, and he’s been neglecting you.

Gojo is not neglecting you, and he is very horny.

Sukuna is very horny, very angry, and very much in denial.

Chapter Title: vroom vroom plus bitch gets fucked

Chapter Summary: Gojo is not neglecting you, and he is very horny.

Tokyo feels different when you’re moving one-hundred miles per hour, music blasting in your ears, knees shaking from thrill and fear and adrenaline.

There’s something exhilarating about it: the fact that the speed limit was abandoned thirty miles ago, that the police might catch the two of you at any second, that the person whose car you stole this from might track you down, that this night can end at any second, any time, and the two of you won’t even realize it because you’re moving too fast to look anywhere but straight ahead.

Sukuna wouldn’t approve of this, you know.

He likes you kept safe and sound within his penthouse apartment with twelve layers of security that not even his assistants are granted access past, likes you resting peacefully in his cushioned bed with soft, fluffy pillows, likes you away from other people and away from the real world—all because you’re too breakable a toy for him to let anyone else touch you.

Gojo doesn’t seem to care about any of that.

“Faster?” he asks, grinning. You love and hate the way he keeps his eyes on you as he asks that, not even bothering to stay focused on the road because he knows the thrill comes from the unexpected, the unknown.

“Faster,” you say, breathless, and your body is lurched backward as the needle on the speedometer tips towards its upper limit.

You had the fortune of selecting a sports car, Gojo told you. You were lucky enough to select the best possible car for joyriding, one that even Gojo hasn’t had the opportunity to test on the road.

Why not? Don’t you have access to sports cars from your…um… (You remember searching for a better than ‘sugar daddy’ since you were too unsure of Gojo’s relationship with the Nanami Kento he was talking about earlier.)

Of course I do. But joyriding is pretty dangerous, sweetheart. I’d be in some real trouble if I wrecked a sports car, Gojo said.

At the time, you let it slide.

Now, though, you can’t help but wonder how many cars Gojo has already wrecked.

“Satoru,” you whisper, now comfortable with saying his first name after he’s corrected you so many times.

“What’s up, sweetheart?”

The man turns to you and grins that toothy smile you’ve already started to fall in love with—and you’re abruptly struck with how similar it is to Sukuna’s own arrogant smile, crooked at the side and bordering into a smirk in the exact same way.

You force the thought from your mind, telling yourself that Sukuna isn’t here, that he’s back in that stupid banquet hall with other girls he likes better than you.

You had something to say to Gojo, but your brain is empty now.

“Go faster” is all you can think to say, praying that your thoughts of Sukuna will be left in the dust as well.

But it doesn’t work.

The more you try to force Sukuna from your mind, the more you think about him: the way he’d always burrow his head into your neck in the morning because the sunlight was too bright, the softness of his smile whenever he’d come home to the penthouse to see you waiting behind the front door, how he, a man practically double your size with his toned muscles, would cling to you whenever he got a little tipsy because he wanted to see nothing but your body, feel nothing but your touch, think of nothing but you.

Your lip begins to tremble.

You don’t know when things went wrong. It was never really about money for Sukuna, you know—but could he have been turned off by the fact that it was for you? Does he still think that you’re only entertaining him because of how much he pays you? Does he think you only care about his wallet rather than him?

Tears build in your eyes.

You’ve never been clear about actually appreciating him. Does Sukuna view you as the same as all the other golddiggers he’s turned away?

Horror builds in your heart.

You despised Sukuna in the beginning for his arrogant demeanor and assholish tendencies, only agreeing to be with him because he fucked you good and he was wealthy enough to support you better than you could hope to on your own.

Are you a golddigger?

“Oh god,” you whisper, panic crossing your face. This whole time, you were upset that Sukuna was pushing you away…but could you have been putting him off from the very beginning? Were you really nothing more than a cocksleeve for him? A good pussy, and nothing more?

Your fingers tremble.

This was never supposed to be anything other than a mutually beneficial relationship, but you can’t help but feel like you’re starting to like Sukuna for more than just his benefits. But is that allowed? Does he want that? Could he be pushing you away because he’s figured out that you’re starting to like him for more than his cock and cash?

“Hey.”

An uncharacteristically serious voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You blink and suddenly realize that the car has rolled to a total stop near a highway streetlight. The music has been cut. Gojo is looking at you, sunglasses lifted to his forehead, and genuine concern is written in the creases of his eyebrows.

“Hey,” he repeats, gentle. He doesn’t touch you. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I need to call—”

“Sweetheart, you look terrified. You’re…” Gojo reaches a hand out to catch one of your tears before it can fall. His thumb glistens like his diamond studs when he brings it away. “What’s wrong? Am I going too fast? Do you want me to take us back?”

“No—I mean, maybe—I mean…”

Fear washes over your mind. Does Sukuna even care that you’re gone? Has he even noticed?

“I don’t know…”

You sink your head.

Things were going so well, earlier: this ride was exhilarating and intoxicating wrapped up in one. Your mind finally shut down and all the bad feelings that washed over you when Sukuna left three weeks ago vanished. It was the best you’d felt in a long, long time, and…

“I’m trying to forget something,” you sniff, drawing your knees closer together and looking away. “But I can’t.”

Gojo remains quiet for a moment. Then, he sighs.

“Trying to forget, huh?” He sighs, pulling his sunglasses off entirely. “I…I can help you with that. If you want.”

You tilt your head at the man.

Is that an offer to fuck you?

Your eyes skim over him, top to bottom. Normally, you’d feel like he’s out of your league with how beautiful he is, but you’re also dressed to impress tonight. While your eyeliner may have been smudged by your tears, you know that you, too, must look impeccable.

“Okay,” you say, thinking that maybe all you need to forget Sukuna is to be dicked down by another man. His possessive rules forbidding you from doing so are forgotten. “Okay, Satoru, I—”

“Good. Switch places with me.”

Satoru smirks that cocky little smirk—and it reminds you of just half an hour ago, where you thought he was about to fuck you when he pulled you out of the banquet, only to take you joyriding.

“Satoru, what are you—”

“You’re gonna go riding, baby.” Gojo grins. “And you’re gonna go so fast you forget whatever it is that’s worrying your pretty little head.”

You sigh.

Gojo Satoru is a man you’ll never understand. Forget sex, his mind functions on a completely different wavelength than yours.

“Satoru, I can’t drive,” you say. “I already told you this. I’ve never—”

“It’s okay, doll,” Gojo says, patting his lap. You start to understand what he wants to happen. “I’ll be right here to correct you if anything goes wrong.”

And you’d doubtlessly complain more about the raw idiocy of this idea, but Gojo’s arms are long and strong, and he pulls you into his lap within seconds, one hand resting on your thigh as the other interlaces with your fingers on the wheel.

“This is stupid,” you say, squirming on his lap. You don’t miss how he sucks in a breath when your ass grinds down. “I can’t even reach the pedal—”

“Of course you can,” Gojo says, and you don’t need to look back to know he’s grinning. His hand slides down your bare legs (and you’re abruptly grateful that you took time to moisturize before coming to this banquet), and then he latches his fingers around the heels you’re wearing, tugging them off.

Your feet feel free now that the heavy leather is off, but it somehow makes you feel even more exposed.

“Come on, doll. Reach. You can touch the pedal, yeah?”

And sure enough, when you arch your foot down, body squirming gently against Gojo’s groin, you come into contact with what you know to be the acceleration pedal.

Without a moment of hesitation, you push your toe down.

Hard.

Then, the two of you are back to speeding down the highway,

Gojo is still doing all the work. Your leg can’t quite reach the brake pedal, and it’s all you can do to press harder and harder on the acceleration. Your grip on the steering wheel, too, is glorified: your two hands do nothing compared to the confident steering of Gojo, who guides the racecar around curves at top speed with a single palm.

“This is dangerous!” you call, barely audible over the loud roaring of the engine. “What if—what if we see another—”

“Baby,” Gojo growls into your ear, so close that you have to hear it. The deepness of his voice reminds you of Sukuna, reminds you of sex, reminds you of the wetness that’s starting to pool between your thighs. “Look around. It’s just us and the road.”

And truly, Gojo brings the us in that statement to life.

Your bodies start to mold together, Gojo’s free hand massaging your thighs sweetly. He pulls you closer against his waist, filling whatever space might have previously lied between your bodies, and you can feel his slow breathing, steady and sensual, against the thin fabric wrapped around your back.

“Satoru…” you whisper when he squeezes your thigh. Your brain is beginning to slow, mind giving way to body as Gojo gets closer and closer to the spot between your thighs. “What are you...”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks and grins when you don’t answer. A kiss is laid against your shoulder. “Good girl. Just focus on the road.”

But when Gojo finally hands control over to you, releasing his grip on the steering wheel and trusting that you’ll handle it all, it’s impossible to just focus on the road—because when his hand disappears from the wheel, it reappears between your thighs, and you’re obsessed with the way his fingers are stroking your legs.

“This dress is so tight on you,” Gojo hums, teasing his digits beneath the fabric. “Is it the first time you’re wearing it?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter out, legs instinctively spreading as Gojo’s fingers start pulling them apart. Your foot, previously pressed against the acceleration pedal, pulls back, but the car keeps going.

“Do you like it?” Gojo continues, and you’re confused until he catches the strap of your dress between his teeth to tug at it.

“N-not really,” you confess, mind started to go fuzzy. Gojo’s massaging your thighs now, and you’re starting to get so wet that it’ll seep down onto his trousers. “Just wore it b’cause I had to. Didn’t—oh—”

You gasp as Gojo licks a strip along your neck, his hot tongue brushing by a particularly sensitive spot.

“Didn’t—didn’t get to—to pick it—out!”

Your grip on the steering wheel tightens as you veer the car to the right to prevent yourself from crashing. Your body is unbelievably responsive right now. Perhaps it’s the fact that Sukuna didn’t allow you to cum for the three weeks of his business trip? The fact that he never gave you a proper orgasm upon his return?

“Hmm…so you won’t mind if I rip your dress?” Gojo hums.

“No, please—” you gasp, hips bucking down. The car jerks forward as Gojo presses harder on the acceleration in return. “Please, do whatever you want, please just touch—”

“Good.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Gojo rips the fabric of your already-short dress in the middle until there’s a slit stretching all the way to your belly button.

You gasp as it happens, a protest already leaving your lips when Gojo’s deft fingers then pick up the two folds of fabric around the slit and lift them to peek inside—

“Wow,” he whispers into your ear, his head tilted down. “No underwear, huh, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flush. Instinctively, you know this is wrong. You came to this banquet without underwear for Sukuna in hopes that it would tempt him into fucking you. This dress, too, was selected by the man himself, and you know he’d be furious to learn that you not only allowed it to get ripped but practically encouraged Gojo to do so—

But then you think of how neglectful Sukuna’s been towards you as of late, and you decide that it’s time you put him out of mind.

“Satoru,” you whisper, turning to him. It never occurs to you that you’re still gripping the wheel, that you should be watching the road. “Satoru, touch me.”

“Ah, right,” he chuckles, meeting your heady gaze. “You’re still trying to forget that something, aren’t you?”

He grins a boyish grin that’s familiar in a way you can’t quite place, and then he brings his cherry pink lips to yours, kissing you long and deep over your shoulder.

He presses down harder on the acceleration, the car jerking forward, and it forces you to pay attention to the road as his arms snake around your body, squeezing the flesh around your stomach, groping the skin by your thighs, dipping his fingers between your legs and toying with your pussy. “You look good, baby,” Gojo whispers into your ear. The road is forgotten to his mind, the high speed of the car nothing but a byproduct to how hard Gojo is pressing down to distract from the buildup in his groin. “Can’t believe I waited this long. Wanted to fuck you the second I saw you.”

“Yeah?” you say as he starts nibbling at your neck. A gasp spills past your lips as he circles your cunt, dipping a finger inside. “Wanted to fuck you too, Satoru. We didn’t need to do this in a car—oh—we—we—we could’ve just gone upstairs—”

“There’s nothing fun about that,” Gojo whispers, chuckling breathily. The sound makes you even wetter, and he slips a second finger inside. “And it’s a crime for a pretty girl like you to be kept all mopey on a barstool. I knew the second I saw you that I needed to put some fun in your life.”

“Your fun is dangerous,” you gasp.

“Nah it’s,” Gojo presses down on a particularly spongy spot inside you, and your vision flickers. “Exciting.”

Words beyond that point are impossible. It’s all you can do to cling to the wheel, desperately praying that the road continues to remain empty, that the highway remains straight, that you can continue to place minimal attention on the tar pavement to focus on how good Gojo’s fingers feel as they start curling in and out of you. He’s forgotten that that two of you are in a car, now pressing down on the acceleration at maximum speed, and he’s suckling at your neck a baby, obnoxious and loud as he sucks hickeys into you with the blunts of his teeth, mindless and devoted as he grinds against your ass.

“Right there,” you whisper, eyes struggling to remain open when his thumb begins rubbing circles into your clit. “Yes, Satoru, just like that, please—”

He adds a third inside, and now he’s pumping his fingers inside you like they’re a cock, grinning into your neck as you grind down.

“Feels good, yeah?” he whispers, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. He licks the shell of it. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Inside this stolen car like a cheap bitch? While we’re driving?”

“Yes, Satoru, m’gonna—can’t—wait—”

Gojo forces your body to twist as he captures you in a hot and heavy kiss, cherry pink lips overwhelming you with how deeply they suck you in, almost as if his mouth is a void that’s pulling you in, as if his kisses are the gateway to hell and he’s Satan, tempting you deeper inside.

You can’t control the steering wheel like this, and it jerks to the side when Gojo forces you to turn around so abruptly, so he jerks it back into place to stop you from crashing into the metal railings.

That jerk, the motion of the car swerving back into place, is what pushes you over the edge.

For a single second, Gojo’s long fingers are shoved even deeper inside you than they’d been before, his calloused thumb pressing down a tad harder than what you’d normally be comfortable with, and the feeling shoots electricity down your body as Gojo continues to kiss you, continues to grind up against you, continues to fuck you on his fingers the way you’ve wanted for so long.

As you come down from your high, so too does the car.

It feels surreal as the vehicle slows down, and you can’t tell if it’s the aftershocks of the orgasm or the effect of moving so fast that your entire body tingles when he’s rolled to a stop beneath a streetlamp, your whole body twitching and sensitive.

“Fuck,” Gojo whispers, pulling back from you. His lips are plumper now, swollen from a bite you must have given in your high delirium. “I was gonna wait, but I can’t sweetheart. You’re too hot.”

He manhandles you around so that you’re facing him, his blazer slipping off to reveal strong arms that support your body weight effortlessly. He lifts you by your knees until you’re straddling his lap, resting the curve of your back laid against the steering wheel, and you have to admire how Gojo is so tall and lean that even with you sitting on his thighs, his shoulders tower over yours, over the car seat.

“God,” he mumbles, pressing his thumb down on your puffy pussy. It’s still exposed, the flaps of your dress pushed up to your stomach.

“You’re stunning.”

He runs his hand along your cunt, gathering slick on his hand and then bringing it to the light. The two of you stare at it together, mesmerized by how his hand glistens, not just damp but soaked with how wet he’s made you.

“Wow.”

For the first time since you met him, the two of you are frozen.

The car is rolled to a stop.

The Tokyo lights around you are too far off to disturb the stillness.

The music is off, the banquet is forgotten, the world has come to a standstill, and there are no flourishes to paint false exhilaration into your veins as you stare at Gojo and his thumb, wondering what he’ll do. You don’t know when your heart began beating so fast, but it slows down as your eyes flit to Gojo’s thumb, Gojo, Gojo’s thumb, and then again Gojo. You can’t help but wonder what he’ll do with it: will he be like Sukuna and lick your slick all away? Or will he be like your past lovers, stuffing his fingers into your mouth and returning your essence to your own body?

The spell breaks as Gojo leans forward.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers and smearing his glistening thumb along your lips before capturing you in another intoxicating kiss.

It’s mesmerizing. You can taste yourself on his tongue, can taste the way he seems to hunger for more of that same flavor by searching for it in your mouth, and the feeling alone is enough to leave you lightheaded, dizzy.

It’s terrifying. You can feel his palm moving, unbuckling his pants, and you have no idea how you’ll be able to last an entire night of Gojo when just his fingers have you so affected.

It’s amazing. You’re finally forgetting what it was that drove you into Gojo’s arms, what had you sitting teary-eyed at a bartop one hour ago, what had you risking everything for a single reckless experience to take you away from it all.

It’s Gojo, and he’s pulling back with that charming grin on his face, his eyes shamelessly taking in the heavy pant to your chest, the swollen pout to your lips, the slick that’s dripping down your thighs onto his slacks and how you’re only getting wetter with each passing second.

“Fuck me, Satoru,” you whisper as soon as he gets his cock out.

He kisses you again, deep and intoxicating and violent.

Then, he’s focused on himself.

Gojo pumps his cock once, twice, and scrambles for a condom. He opens his wallet, his pocket, his back pocket and—

“Glove compartment,” you say before Gojo can blurt out that he doesn’t have a condom, and he doesn’t question how you know it’s there, simply darting behind your back to pull one out and wrapping the latex around his long pink cock.

“I don’t have lube,” he whispers, a hand dropping to your thighs. “Should—should I finger you more? Or—”

“Please just put it in,” you blurt, lifting your hips automatically. You don’t care how desperate it makes you look; all that matters is that there’s a delicious cock sitting in front of you, tall and flushed and dripping with precum, and you want it inside now.

“Okay,” Gojo whispers, stealing another short kiss from your lips. “Okay, sweetheart. Tell me if it’s too much.”

And you thought his kisses were intoxicating, but as Gojo slips inside of you, you’re convinced that this is heaven.

The two of you moan in unison: you, at finally being filled by something proper after weeks of abandonment; him, at finally sinking inside a piece of meat he’s been eyeing since he saw you. Your eyes flutter shut and your body gravitates closer to Gojo, your pretty tits pressing up against his chest, and you pull yourself down for the final few inches, taking the lead as you grip his shoulders.

Then, everything jerks forward.

A yelp spills past your lips the second you realize what’s happening, an involuntary surge of wetness flooding out from your cunt, and the speed of the car jerks you up on Gojo’s lap, practically forcing you to ride the man.

“G-Gojo you’re—you’re—the car—”

“Feels too good,” Gojo groans, jerking his hips up. Fear surges through your heart, and you realize that his head is buried in your neck, nibbling and biting hickeys into your skin, that Gojo isn’t even watching the road as his foot weighs heavily against the accelerator.

“Move your foot,” you babble, fingers lifting to pull his head from your nape. “You’re gonna crash, it’s going too fast, you’re gonna kill us both—”

“The only thing that’ll kill me,” Gojo grumbles, and he bites down harder against your neck, mouthing at a mark that’ll be with you for weeks, “Is you if you don’t let me fuck you.”

And the phrasing of that is too similar for it to be coincidence, too similar for it to be chance—and your mind darts to the first few times you slept with Sukuna, how his hand was always gripped harshly around something to help him control himself as he'd ravage your cunt. It’s the reason why the post of your old bed frame cracked, the reason why bedsheets would always tear during sex, the reason why Sukuna had to drive you to the hospital the first time he held your hand during sex because he gripped it so hard that it was swollen the next day.

Is Gojo the same?

Is he pressing his foot down on the accelerator to help him control himself? To stop from ruining you beyond repair? To keep you intact as you take a cock long enough to spear you in two?

“Gojo, let’s go to the backseat,” you whisper, starting to feel dizzy as you watch Tokyo pass you by in a blur. “This isn’t safe, it’s—it’s too—”

You’re cut off when the car bumps a little. It drives Gojo’s cock straight into one of those special spots inside you that have you seeing stars, seeing paradise, seeing pink—and the man takes that as his opportunity to take charge, using your horny body’s weakness to his advantage.

“The backseat is boring, doll,” Gojo says. His hands find the bottom of your thighs, coaxing you up—and even like this, you’re still smaller than him, his line of sight clear over your shoulder. “Tell you what,” he says, glancing up into your eyes. “I’ll drive safe and watch the road just for you, princess, but you have to do something for me in exchange.”

“What is it?” you whisper, mesmerized by his eyes. You almost don’t want him to look away.

The car jerks forward as Gojo starts moving even faster, and his lips curl upwards into an arrogant grin as his cock twitches inside of you.

“Ride me.”

Something in you sings in agreement.

You drop your hips experimentally, so wet that his cock glides in even on the last few inches, and align yourself carefully. It’s not often that you take the lead in sex, and if Sukuna ever has you on top it’s because he’s the one bouncing you on his lip, hands wrapped around your waist to make it so you don’t have to put any effort in.

But Gojo and Sukuna aren't the same.

You hesitantly repeat your little bounce action, hoping that it's good enough, but Gojo is unimpressed:

“Aw, you’re not very experienced in this, are you?” His hips jerk upwards. “Well, that’s okay. I’ll teach you how to properly ride a man.”

And you don’t really understand when he means by teach, but when there’s a sharp slap to the bottom of your ass, your eyes light up with anger.

“Why did you just—”

“Down,” Gojo says, and the word falls from his lips with such authority that you clench down on him. “You’ve gotta do this faster, sweetheart. It’s not even a challenge to pay attention to the road right now.”

Embarrassment warms your cheeks, but you take his words as a challenge. He thinks you’re a boring fuck? That it’s easy to be balls deep inside you and on the road?

You’ll show him.

You’ll make him crash this stupid little sports car.

A fire now lit under you, you ride Gojo faster. Harder. Better. His breath starts to hitch in your ear and his arms start to twitch. You watch his eyes flutter shut every now and then, and only when a quiet “fuck, princess” spills from his lips do you stop focusing on him to let yourself relax into the pleasure.

And it feels fucking good.

Your eyes flutter shut and you yourself in all the sensations. The hum of the car, roaring loud and clear but still sounding far away compared to Gojo’s quiet pants. The cool of the vent fan, keeping your nipples stiff and perky to contrast the warmth that Gojo brings. The friction of his slacks against your core, your little clit practically grinding up against him every time your hips lift, and the overwhelming pleasure you get whenever you come down.

You moan.

“Having fun there, sweetheart?”

Gojo looks at you and grins. His lips, glistening pink and pretty, have finally lost their sardonic edge, and the man’s cheeks are tinged pink.

You can’t resist the urge. Atop his lap, propped up by his arms and his cock, you lean down to steal a kiss from him, long and hard, intense and deep.

Gojo kisses back but harder, his neck chasing you as you pull up.

“S-Satoru,” you gasp as he starts nibbling at your bottom lip, practically devouring you as he leans forward. The gesture pushes you further and further back until your neck is pressed against the steering wheel, your pussy twitches around Gojo’s cock, whining over its inability to ride him like this.

You pout.

“What are you—”

“I let you have your fun,” Gojo says, placing a slender finger to your lips. “But you're still not very good at this. So let me take the lead, yeah?”

You blink.

The car slows.

As Gojo’s hands find the bottoms of your knees, you start to understand what’s happening.

“S-Satoru, you can’t—”

“I can and I will, princess,” Gojo growls, jerking your legs up in a single fluid motion until they’re hooked around his shoulder. The motion forces your body flush against his hips, drilling his cock deeper inside of you. It touches places even Sukuna has yet to touch, makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. Your body, previously pressed against his own torso, is gently pushed backward until your head is against the wheel—and this new position has you practically split in half, legs lifted over your head as Gojo’s cock presses against you in an entirely new angle.

“Yeah, this is better,” he says, grinning. Two hands find their way next to your head, and you almost forget that they’re there to grip the steering wheel, instead feeling like he’s merely pinned you to a bed with his palms on either side of your face.

Gojo leans forward, catching the low V of your dress between his teeth. Then, he pulls downwards until your tits have burst free.

“Perfection.”

The car picks up speed.

You aren’t surprised this time when the vehicle jerks forward. If anything, you relish in it. Gojo can see everything from this angle: you, the road, and his cock, drilling in and out of you as he bounces you in his lap.

It makes you feel safe, you realize, as he peppers your skin with kisses.

It makes you feel peaceful, you realize, as he presses down harder on the acceleration.

It makes you feel orgasmic, you realize, mind growing closer to a headspace you’ve been chasing for three weeks.

“Harder, Satoru,” you whisper, reaching up and tugging at his collar.

Gojo blinks.

“You…” he trails off, keeping his grip tight on the steering wheel as he brushes your jaw with his thumb. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

Gojo smiles. It’s a crooked smile, containing inside it all the calm in the world for a storm of terrifying magnitude, but you don’t care. The wind is whipping past your car at over one-fifty miles per hour now, and Gojo is the storm, one you’ve willingly let into this vehicle, into your arms, into you.

“Now I get why he chose you,” Gojo says, and before you can question who that he is, Gojo’s railing into you, emptying your brain as the last of your sense melts out of your wet, wet pussy.

Oh, you think the second his body starts moving. Oh, this is why he’s so cocky.

Gojo’s fucking you like Sukuna—something you didn’t think could ever be possible. His cock, thinner than you’re used to but also longer, prods along all your sensitive spots without pattern; your toes are constantly curling from how different bouts of pleasure come bursting between your legs, how there’s no predictability to his thrusts, how every time you relax into Gojo’s pleasure, he startles you with something different, something unique, something wet.

“S-Satoru,” you whine as he starts sucking at your nipples.

“The road is straight,” he says quickly, teeth fastening to one bud. “No cars, either. We’re not gonna crash.”

“Not that,” you moan, almost embarrassed now at how you’re barely even thinking about the road anymore, about your safety. “It’s…I…um…”

Words stick like honey in the back of your throat as Gojo continues suckling at your tits, groping them like an overzealous kid, but your need to warn him increases.

“I—I’m—”

Embarrassment washes over your features as Gojo understands what you’re trying to say.

He laughs, short and condescending.

“Already? Sweetheart, it’s been seconds—”

But it doesn’t matter that he’s been fucking you for less than a minute, that he’s probably never had a girl cum so embarrassingly quick on him: you’ve been teetering over the edge for a long time, and Gojo just manhandled you over it.

And now, you’re about to fall.

Instinctively, your hands move.

It’s a habit cultivated by months of fucking Sukuna: to reach for your partner’s hand, to intertwine your fingers together, to kiss palms before cumming—but Gojo isn’t Sukuna, and he doesn’t know what you’re doing, so as he drills his cock deeper and deeper into you, you end up grabbing his wrists and burrowing your face into them, hiding, whimpering and—

You hit your high, ecstasy overwhelming you all at once. It's the moment you've been waiting for from the moment you bade Sukuna farewell for his business trip, the moment you were hoping to share with the pink-haired man, the moment your body has been seeking out on its own since you stuffed that sorry dildo inside you earlier this afternoon when Sukuna refused to help. It's all-encompassing, soul-crushing, mind-numbing, and every thought goes out of your mind as you quiver in Gojo's arms, losing yourself in the raw feeling of finally receiving a pleasure that's been deprived to you for weeks.

“Are you crying?”

Above you, Gojo laughs, and you swear the car inches faster as he gets more excited.

“Feels too good,” you whimper, all sense starting to fade out of you as your mind gives way to your pussy, and you clamp down harder around Gojo’s cock as he continues fucking you through your orgasm.

“Hell. Hell! Sukuna found himself such a fun little toy!” Gojo cackles.

“W-wait,” you whisper, tugging at Gojo’s sleeve. Your head lolls to the side, and there’s a heaviness in your brain. Lustful fog obscures all though, and all you can do is speak your mind: honestly, earnestly, and oh so sweetly. “Satoru, need a break. ‘s too s-sensitive.”

“Too sensitive?” Gojo coos, grinning. You can’t put your finger on it, but there’s something taunting in his voice. “And you want me to stop making myself feel good so you can relax a bit?”

“Mhm,” you slur, and you lean your head against Gojo’s arm.

Relief washes over you as his cock grows still inside you.

“Oh, thank you, Satoru. Felt so good—so good—but need a break. Your cock is so good. Wanna stay here forever, Satoru, wanna get fucked forever. After a break. But it’s so good, wanna—”

“You’re the cutest thing,” Gojo says, and he strokes your cheek. Something gets quieter, and the dizziness of your head lightens a tad. “Who would’ve thought a smart girl like you gets all dumb over cock? Did Sukuna train that into you? Or am I just that good?”

“It’s—”

“You’re a bit lazy, though. Letting me do all the work, driving and fucking. Didn’t even offer to suck me off after I worked so hard prepping you.”

“I’m sor—”

“So sweet, though. Your eyes look pretty when you’re not thinking. You know that, sweetheart? Your eyes are all nice and empty. Stupid and slutty. It’s the look other bitches get while they’re cumming, not after. But you’re special, aren’t you?”

“Thank—”

“I wish you could see yourself, doll. Cock hungry, dress torn, crying and drooling. I wanna take a picture, babe, because I could die happy after seeing this. Wanna know why, sweetheart?”

“Wh—”

“‘Cause you’re Sukuna Ryoumen’s girl.”

Gojo presses his lips to yours, and you whimper when the force of the movement pushes his cock deeper inside your sensitive, sensitive hole.

“And I’m the one you’re choosing to fuck.”

Then, the mercy ends.

All at once, the overwhelming sensations return. The dizziness. The sound. Gojo’s dick, railing in and out of you with no care for the fact that you need more time to relax into this, no care for the fact that your pleasure is clouded.

But your mind focuses on something else.

“S-Satoru,” you whimper, writhing away from him. “Satoru, I never told you Sukuna’s name, I never—”

“Are you that stupid?” Gojo asks, expression wild, and you don’t know whether to be relieved or offended because the question “He’s a business partner, princess. I’ve been working with him longer than you’ve known his last name.”

“Wait,” you mumble, “You told me you were a sugar baby like me, you told me—”

Gojo laughs again, and you hate how another thrust from him pries a moan from your lips.

“Dumb slut. I let you think I was whatever you wanted because it was easier for me that way. “

“Easier?” Betrayal floods your heart. You found a sense of companionship with Gojo, a sense of kinship. There was a rare trust in your heart for the man after (falsely) discovering he was a sugar baby like you, and the only reason you left with him so readily was that you thought he was the antithesis of Sukuna, a polar opposite to the man you were with, someone who would never do anything half as cruel.

“Easier to do what?” you sob, and now the tears in your eyes are from hurt, from frustration, from pain.

“This, princess.”

And Gojo starts fucking even harder.

You’re feeling so many emotions when he starts doing it—whatever it is that makes your mind go completely hazy—and it’s cathartic for you because when Gojo fucks you in earnest, everything disappears. The car. The sound of the car. Sukuna. Your feelings for Sukuna. Gojo. Your anger at Gojo.

All that remains is his cock and your cunt—and the thumb he’s using to grind harshly into your clit.

The treatment is harsh, animalistic. It’s chaotic and intense and mindnumbing, and you don’t realize how your ankles hook over Gojo’s shoulders, how you slip down on the steering wheel to bend your body deeper in half, how your mouth slacks open and you give up to give into it all.

Gojo’s watching. He notices everything: how you go from being so angry to so dumb, forgetting all grievances in favor of his dick.

He’s saying stuff you can’t hear.

“Look at my slutty little girl. Are you still crying? How cute.”

Thrust. Kiss. Thrust.

“You’ve got such a nice body, you know that, princess? So fucking hot.”

Pinch. Kiss. Thrust.

“Wish Sukuna could see this. That asshole talks to me like I’m filth, but I bet he doesn’t fuck you half as good as me.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

You don’t hear any of Gojo’s words, too overwhelmed with your own state. Your orgasms are melding together, Gojo’s hold on your hips so tight that you’re unable to pull away as you normally do, and you can’t tell where one feeling ends and another one begins.

“It’s too much,” you start whimpering again, and you search for Gojo’s hand desperately, trying to communicate to him that you’re truly nearing your limit now.

“I get it, doll,” Gojo mutters, and that relieves you until you hear the next part: “But I’m close, baby. Just give me a little longer. I’m so close.”

Your eyes scrunch shut. Your body no longer feels like your own. You’re sweating and crying and drooling, and the thing which put you into this very position is still drilling into you at top speed, hitting spots inside you that must now be bruised from overuse. Gojo’s “close” means nothing to you, arbitrary and faraway, and what started off as a playful ride starts to feel overwhelming, terrifying.

“Satoru,” you whisper, tugging on his arm. “S-Satoru!”

“Fuck, baby! So close, just keep saying my name like that, keep—”

Even if Gojo hadn’t explicitly requested it, you think you would be babbling his name over and over again anyway because it’s the only thing left in that dumb, empty brain of yours.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and your legs tense. You try to pull them closer to you, but they’re locked in place, held back by some kind of barrier. “Satoru,” you repeat, and now you’re trying to push away from him, afraid that you’re truly going to hit your limit. “Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Sa—”

“Sweetheart,” Gojo whispers in a voice lighter than air, and that’s when you know he’s cumming.

The instinctive feeling is relief. It’s over. You didn’t hit your limit. You can rest in his arms, cuddle, relax, calm down from it all.

The next feeling is terror. It isn’t over. Gojo’s cum is filling up the condom inside of you, and the latex is rubbing against your already-sensitive insides, and—

It becomes too much.

“Satoru!” you wail, and your entire body convulses. It's too much, you're at your limit, this is over but your body is still wrapped up in the feeling of it all. Fingers twitch. Tears fall. You’re shaking and terrified and hurting and you just want this overwhelming feeling to fade, want to go home, want Sukuna—and the only way your body can react to those urges is to writhe back and forth, back and forth, desperately hoping that he'll understand.

And Gojo does understand.

There's a softness in his eyes, a quiet "it's over, sweetheart," that he whispers as his hold around you goes weak and his eyes glaze over with pleasure, but it isn't enough.

Gojo's gentle grip around your thighs means he's not holding you down.

And you're still writhing back and forth, back and forth.

Something behind you moves.

“Babe,” Gojo whispers, in a voice so filled with horror that you know something is wrong, but your brain isn’t here. Your brain is one hundred miles away, abandoned ages ago when Gojo slid his cock inside you and began fucking you against the steering wheel.

Oh god, you think, realization setting in.

The steering wheel.

You realize it too late: that your back is pressed up against it, that Gojo’s hands are wrapped around your body and can’t steady it, that the two of you are moving at top speed and the steering wheel is tilting.

Gojo reacts instantly.

You can feel the car break because it throws you forward into Gojo’s chest, and his arms wrap protectively around your back and your head to protect you from whatever might happen. Then, the car slows down successfully. There’s no crash. You feel safe, and happy, and adrenaline is powering through your veins—

And then you realize that no, the car is still moving, your perception of speed has just been so altered that this fast pace feels like you’re standing still, and an awful screeching sound fills your ears as the carside opposite to you and Gojo drags against the highway rails, lasting for long enough that you know this vehicle has been completely and utterly ruined.

Only when the sound stops do you open your eyes.

Only after you open your eyes and realize you’re not dead do you lean back.

Only after you lean back do you meet Gojo’s cocky, arrogant expression, and he’s already moved on.

“We’re safe,” Gojo whispers, and his hands are still wrapped protectively around you, your legs are still lifted up over his shoulder, and the position might be the most uncomfortable thing you’ve ever experienced in your life, but a different dread is enveloping you right now.

“We’re safe,” Gojo repeats, overjoyed. He’s in the afterglow of his orgasm, blue eyes bright with happiness, with exhilaration. “We did it. We did it! That was amazing, wasn’t it? I thought we were going to die for a second, but we made it, and—”

“The car,” you whisper, fear washing over you.

“What about it?” Gojo asks, laughing. There are tears in his eyes, and you realize that this very well might be the pinnacle of adrenaline for him. “Sweetheart, it’s just a vehicle. We just won’t return it to the banquet. The person who brought it won’t even notice—”

“They’ll notice,” you say.

Gojo shoots you a curious expression.

“Who would—”

And then he understands: why you were so instantly drawn to this car when the two of you were in the valet parking lot, how you knew that there were condoms in the glove compartment, why you were constantly worried about the safety of the car for the duration of this trip.

You close your eyes and pray that Sukuna won’t be mad when he realizes what the two of you have done to his most prized sports car.

“Fuck,” Gojo whispers, and he’s right.

There's a distant light on the highway, and you intuitively know who it is. There's a sizzling sound coming from behind you, and you know it means that this stunning transport has been damaged beyond repair. The faraway lights of Tokyo flicker at you, almost as if trying to cast you in their shadow of sympathy, but it's too late. Cock still inside you, airbag undeployed out of sheer dumb luck, body swollen and used and bruised, you are absolutely and unequivocally fucked.

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Notes: fun fact this fic was entirely inspired by me crashing my car one week ago...ig crashing is technically an exaggeration since it was just a scratch but im poor and dramatic so i cried about this for 4 days and getting some dick in that time period definitely would have helped. on a totally unrelated note, i am now broke therefore i will be opening commissions after this mini series finishes!

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Devotion/Obsession

A Jaehyun fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: Jaehyun is new to town and wants you to show him around. But the truth is, he has known you for a while..

Pairing: Lucifer!Jaehyun x female reader

Other Characters: Husband!Kun

Genre: angst, smut, horror

Warnings: cursing, alcohol use, cheating, stalking, obsession, possessiveness, smut: breeding kink, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, size kink, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, c*eampie, pregnancy, character death.

Word Count: 8.9K

(A/N: okay ummm...this is influenced by stories told in the Bible, I hope I do not offend you with my interpretation, Jaehyun in this is a huge stalker!! This isn’t love, he’s obsessed and it’s unhealthy. But I hope you guys enjoy❤️ THANK YOUUU ARI FOR PROOFREADING THIS FOR ME I LOVE YOUUUU❤️❤️❤️❤️😭)

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Long ago, there were two beings on Earth, Adam and Eve. They were created by God and tainted by Lucifer, the serpent. The serpent found himself in love with God’s creation, Eve, for she bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lilith, whom God cursed and sent away.

God’s most beautiful angel, Lucifer, fell in love with Lilith even though he was forbidden by God to do so. He tried to fight for her in a war against the angels of Heaven, but was struck down to Hell where he could rule the dark. He saw Lilith become a demon. Her beauty had gone away as God made her ugly and it hurt Lucifer to even look at her anymore.

And so, Lucifer turned to Eve and loved her instead, polluting her mind, body, and soul and thus, causing her to be cursed by God as well. She was hidden by God from Lucifer. He grew angry and decided to continue to defy God by living on Earth and causing havoc on both small and large scales.

He went by the name of Jaehyun now, a strikingly handsome bachelor with a mansion on the outskirts of a popular city. He stayed on Earth at the exact point above hell where his throne rested so he could cause evil to run through the city unstopped.

He never forgot about Eve. After all these years, his soul still yearned for her. He cursed at God for hiding her from him and for taking not one, but two of his dearest loves away.

He would walk through the city and see all the couples enjoying each other’s company. They’d laugh and smile and he’d wish nothing but pain for them. If he couldn’t be happy, why should they?

Then one day..he saw her..he saw Eve.

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You were packing away fruits, placing the oranges in an organized pattern so they wouldn’t fall to the floor of the supermarket. He saw you, delicately picking up the spoiled fruits and placing them into the bin to throw away later. You had a small smile on your face that made you look sweet and your fingers were soft, gentle. You looked at each fruit with adoration in your eyes, like you treasured the round balls of nectar as if they were made of gold.

He walked closer to you, still staring intently.

He wondered how you could exist, how you were here with her face, her body, her hair..you were her. It didn’t take long for him to notice the sparkling ring on your wedding finger. But he didn’t care about that, now that he had you, he would never let you go.

Even if you didn’t sound like Eve or looked at him the way she did when she was in love with him, he had to have you.

“Hello, can I help you, sir?” You turned to the man you noticed had been hanging around you for a bit too long.

Your voice was heavenly, it was the best thing he’d ever heard.

You were looking at him, awaiting his answer when you placed an apple onto the shelf. You didn’t see that placing it in that exact spot would cause for another to fall. But Jaehyun already knew.

He quickly knelt down beside you and caught the green apple as it fell.

You looked down at him and gasped. How could he move so quickly.

He stood up straight, still locking eyes with you. A smile creeps across his face.

“Here.” He hands you the apple as you look down at it still in shock.

“Oh..thank you.” You chuckled and took it from him, then started to walk away after feeling..odd.

He walked towards you. “Umm..excuse me, miss? I’m new here, and I just want to know..where can I find the best coffee?”

He looked down at your name tag.

“Y/n..” he says quietly.

His voice is smooth and nice, just as nice as his perfect face, you thought it ought to have been carved by God himself. His jawline was perfect and his eyes were magnetic, you couldn’t look away.

However, you should’ve. You were married after all.

“Oh..hmm about five blocks south, you’ll find Johnny’s Café, it’s quite nice actually.”

Jaehyun wanted to ask you to join him, just so he could talk to you, just so he could get close to you and have you firmly in his grasp, never to let you disappear again. But he didn’t, he decided to wait, if he scared you away, that would only make it worse for not only him, but for you as well. The last thing he wanted was to hold you against your will just because you resembled her.

“Thank you, y/n, I’ll see you next time.” He walked close to you and nodded slowly. As if hypnotized, you never let his eyes go while you nodded.

He walked by you, leaving you breathless and almost star struck, but who was he? Why did he have this interesting glow about him that made him stand out from everyone else?

Later that day, Jaehyun followed you home. His black Lamborghini wasn’t discreet to say the least, so he had to trail behind a few hundred feet. He could see you jamming out to music in your car as you left work.

You were adorable and happy, he loved seeing you like this.

He parked far away from your house, he walked over in a long black trench coat and watched as you went inside. You were greeted by a man that looked like...Adam..

His eyes grew into glowing red orbs, he tried hard to hold back his horns and nails.

“This is God’s idea of a joke, isn’t it?” He spoke to himself. Not only were you the exact replica of Eve, your husband was an exact replica of Adam.

You hugged your husband, Kun, hard and smiled widely, happy to see him after a long day at work.

The door clicks shut and Jaehyun stands there with steam escaping his hot ears. He had to figure out how to get rid of Kun.

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[The Next Day]

You’re lugging around a large box of lettuce through the aisles when you see him..again.

“Hello, y/n, do you need help?”

You stare at him. “W-what are you doing here?”

He was handsome, you had to admit, your heart couldn’t stop beating like crazy when he showed up. He was stylish in his turtleneck and jean jacket. He smelled refreshing like amber and honey.

“What? A man can’t shop for groceries?” His dimples peeked through as he smiled and tilted his head.

“Oh-no it’s just, two days in a row?”

You furrowed your brows when you sensed something wasn’t right.

Jaehyun could tell that your heart rate was rising because of his presence, you looked around like you were nervous.

“I know, it’s weird, right? But the truth is..I just wanted to see you again..” he said huskily. You felt your chest weaken.

You put the box down and turned to him. “Oh so you’re one of those creeps? Well, I’m flattered but..I’m also married.”

“That’s alright..” he gave a small smile, his dimples showing through again. You turned away.

“So...what are you looking for today?”

“A friend.”

“A friend?” You chuckled.

He swayed from side to side and looked up to the ceiling. “Okay, I’ll get to the point..there’s a..korean barbecue place that I wanted to try..are you free after work?”

He was so strange but had an aura about him that you couldn’t ignore. His features were sharply defined and his eyes never let you go. You should’ve been creeped out but you weren’t, for he was warm and intriguing. Lately, you felt like Kun was so busy with work. You’d get home and wait hours for him, your friends were busy as well as they were either taking college classes or travel king constantly.

Sometimes, you felt you were alone, so why not start something new.

You hummed before answering.

Jaehyun watched your cute expression, the way you looked to the floor and stuck your hands in your apron.

“I guess..I am free after work.” You nodded.

Jaehyun nearly jumped up and down right inside the store. He grinned from ear to ear.

“Just don’t pull any moves, I’m married okay?”

You teased and felt your face become warm.

“I promise I won’t.”

The two of you went to dinner at the Korean barbecue place Jaehyun wanted to try. He was enraptured by you, caught up in your presence. He was so in love and you had no idea.

You told him about places to visit in the city and he told you about where he had come from. He made up a city and a backstory to relate to you, telling you that he had investments that started from his grandparents and that’s how he made money.. He’d do anything just to keep speaking with you, even if it meant lying.

He fought hard to hold back his naturally glowing red eyes and goat-like horns. He had to remain normal so you could become his soon enough.

And when you left him and went home, he stayed outside of your house once again, using his elevated hearing skills to listen to you speak with your husband.

Kun was talking to you about some new project he had in a city about two hours away. You stayed silent, disappointed that he would be gone yet again for a business trip. Kun was the senior architect and had to present, he couldn’t skip out on these trips as much as he wanted to.

“Listen, baby I’m sorry but you know how it is.”

Kun stepped into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He took his shirt off as he was about to shower.

You spit water out into the sink and look at your reflection, you were trying hard to hold back your anger. Kun stood behind you and watched you through the mirror with a concerned expression on his face.

“If I knew you were going to be gone all the time, I wouldn’t have married you..”

Kun scoffed. “Don’t say that, you know you don’t mean that, y/n.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and smirked through the mirror.

His hand went to your breast and cupped it.

“I mean it, Kun, how is this supposed to work when we have a family? I want us to both be present for our kids.”

Kun kissed along your neck, he knew you were ticklish.

You started to giggle. “Kun..stop, you’re distracting me.”

“Ahh baby, did you just say “our kids?” Are you trying to tell me something?” He squeezed your breasts gently

You turned to him and kissed his lips. His other hand reached under your frilly nightgown, bunching it up at the waist, and to his satisfaction you wore nothing else under it.

“Should we start right now? Should we have a family?” He brushes his clothed erection into your back as he presses his fingers over you already dripping folds. His deep voice always got you like this.

You gasped and looked at him through the mirror. Soon you were gripping the edge of the counter and crying out his name as he fucked you from behind. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you could look at him through the mirror as you came all over his girthy cock.

Jaehyun heard it all, he imagined it was him bringing you to sweet paradise like he did long ago. He listened to your moans and imagined it was his name you called as your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

It pained him to have to pleasure himself as he imagined all that he would do to you. He was Lucifer, after all. He could have anyone in the dark world pleasure him without even asking twice, but he didn’t want just anyone. He wanted you, and soon he would have you right in his grasp.

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[1 Month Later]

Jaehyun was a regular customer at the supermarket you worked at, he’d come in at least once a day. You found it odd that he always knew when your breaks were, so he’d bring you coffee or a snack.

If he didn’t visit during his break, he’d wait for you outside so you’d go to a new place for dinner together after you clocked out.

You spoke about everything. He seemed so smart as he knew about every detail in history and taught you about the world and why things were the way they were.

You watched him intently, your eyes grew when he told you something so interesting, your heart started to race. Like the presence of aliens or ghosts and witches. They all existed and Jaehyun told you all of the evidence as you sat there, stunned.

And then, it was his turn to ask questions.

He finally asked about your husband, even though he knew everything about him.

He knew that he had a short temper sometimes but your fights would either lead to make up sex or him sleeping on the couch. He had watched you every night since finding you. He didn’t sleep, for even the thought of closing his eyes and losing sight of you made him sick to his stomach.

“My husband, Kun, is an architect. He works really hard, but he loves me and I love him. He’s really sweet, I never stop thinking about him. We got married about a year ago, and I couldn’t be happier.” You smiled as you looked down at your hot pot as thought of Kun.

“Ahh..that’s nice..he seems like a supportive partner, during your first year of marriage, have you fought a lot?” Jaehyun tilted his head while smirking.

“Nope! We don’t fight at all, we’re pretty chill, you know?”

You were lying to him and he didn’t like that, but he swallowed hard and smiled nonetheless.

“I see..” he nodded.

He realized that he’d have to work harder to get you to stop thinking about Kun. He’d have to sabotage your current relationship if he ever dreamed of being with you soon.

Killing him would be too easy, he’d have to make Kun so bad, that you’d run to him for relief.

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[A Week Later]

You kissed Kun goodbye and wished him well for his trip. He quickly kissed you back and walked through the front door without a hug.

“Honey?” You called out to him. “Where’s my hug?” You pouted.

He threw his hand up and continued to walk towards his car. “Sorry, baby, gotta go!”

He had been acting strange these past few days, but you knew he was stressed so you brushed it off. You had had sex the night before but he wasn’t as gentle as he usually was, you could tell something had upset him as he choked you for the first time. You didn’t mind it, you were just surprised by how...different he was.

Little did you know that it was Jaehyun that was making his daily work more difficult. Kun’s important documents and files would go missing right before a presentation, his coworkers weren’t showing up for work, and his boss was always upset with him for some reason. He was starting to dislike his job and he wasn’t sure why, for this was his passion, but lately, everything seemed to be going poorly.

Kun was having difficulty sleeping as well. He’d have disturbing dreams of a place with fire and monsters with sharp teeth. He’d sweat and pant, and eventually be jolted awake in his bed, every night at 3:23 A.M. he’d go downstairs and watch something on TV or write down a few project ideas.

The lack of sleep definitely contributed to his poor mood, but he didn’t tell you for some reason.

Jaehyun watched Kun speed off. He smiled to himself, knowing that his plan was working, he was getting frustrated at work and began taking his anger out on you.

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[Four Days Later]

You continued to spend time with Jaehyun. You lost track of time as you watched him speak. His dimples were adorable, his voice was intoxicating and you loved staring into his deep brown eyes.

He watches you play with your wedding ring as you nod and smile at him. His smile was like a blooming garden, his laugh was like heavenly trumpets. The two of you were flirting now, and he could tell from your heartbeat that you weren’t really listening to him, instead, you were fantasizing about him. The glances turned into stares.

You watched his lips and licked your own, your face was hot, but you furrowed your brows and looked down at your ring.

What were you doing? Were you getting emotionally attached to him? You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t hurt Kun.

You got up from your seat. “Well, it’s late.. I should go.”

“Noo.. don’t leave yet.” Jaehyun stood up and touched your hand. The disappointed look in his eyes ate away at your heart. You were developing a nice friendship, but a part of you was afraid that it was becoming something more, something that couldn’t be.

“You look stressed. Do you want a drink?..we can visit that new bar in town.” Jaehyun bites his bottom lip.

A drink did sound nice, it had been a while since you and Kun went out to a bar together and sometimes you did miss the atmosphere, you were young after all, everyone else in their early twenties went out.

Jaehyun smiled to himself as he saw you contemplate your options. He knew you were worried about Kun, but he also knew you needed to have some fun.

So you agreed.

The two of you went out to a bar and drank. You laughed and joked around all night. Jaehyun pretended to be affected by the alcohol, just so he could make you laugh and see your beautiful smile.

He dropped you off home at about 1 A.M after you sobered up a bit.

You turned to him and licked your lips. “You know, Jaehyun, if I weren’t married to Kun..I would date you for sure.” You giggled and leaned in close. And all Jaehyun could think was “yes.” He wanted to feel your plump lips so badly, he wanted to caress them and make love to you to relive the best days of his life, but now was not the time.

He backed away and held your hand while searching your eyes. “Y/n...you should go inside now..”

You sighed, nodding as you opened the door to quickly leave before you could embarrass yourself any more.

You go into your house and to your surprise, Kun is there, his face red and stern as he sat on the loveseat in the living room. The room was dark, lit only by a small night light in the corner and the moonlight from outside.

Kun was nearly fired by his boss during his trip. He was upset and frustrated, but what made matters worse was when he went home at 10 PM to see that you weren’t there. Then time went on and you still didn’t come home.

You smirked and put your bag down.

“Babyyyyy.. I missed you.” You start to crawl over his lap slowly.

He can tell from the drawn out tones in your voice that you’re drunk. He winces and turns away.

“Where were you, y/n?”

“Out with a friend..we had some drinks and talked.” You straddle him, placing his crotch in between your legs as you kneel over him. You then lean down and kiss his collarbone.

“Why are you home so late? Is it because you didn’t think I’d be home early?” Kun growled out. He wasn’t amused in the slightest by the way you were acting.

“No, baby, I just wanted to hang out with someone for a little bit, you know? I’m so lonely when you’re not here.”

You try to kiss his lips but he flicks his head to the side.

“Who’s this “friend?”

You gulp and straighten your body. You pout as you look down at him. “Baby, kiss me..don’t you miss me too?” You take the straps of your dress down before unhooking your bra and throwing it to the floor.

Jaehyun watched through an open window behind the loveseat as you kneel over an angry Kun. His eyes glow red and his horns grow out of his head as does the straining member in his pants. You in your drunken haze never noticed the pair of crimson eyes outside.

Kun doesn’t touch you or look at your breasts with nipples begging to be sucked. He wanted to take them into his mouth badly, but he was more focused on another issue at hand.

He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Tell me..their name.”

You smirked. “His name is Jaehyun..but we’re just friends, baby, I promise.”

Kun thrusts himself into you from below, grinding hard against your covered opening. You whimper and move your hips to rub your slit against him.

“Well..stop being friends with him, no guy just wants to be friends with a girl..he wants to fuck you..”

You grind down onto him harder, he squeezes his hand and grips your thigh.

“He doesn’t, he’s really nice and helps me at work sometimes.”

Kun digs his nail into your thigh causing you to cry out in pain. He digs into it so deep, he sees blood from your leg run onto his thumb.

But you reach under your dress and pull his boxers down. You still wanted him in your aching core badly, the pain only added to your yearning.

“Y/n.” He says sternly as he watches you align yourself with his hard cock. You sink down onto him slowly and let out a loud moan as it passes through the sensitive skin and rests deep in your core. You adjust to him quickly as you had already been built up by dry humping him before.

He squeezes your throat again.

“Y/n..”

You move up and down. “Yes..” you call out before licking your lips.

He grabs your waist with both hands and lifts you off of him.

“Kun!” You cry his name after being left empty.

“You’re not gonna get out of this so easily. If you want my cock, tell me you’re done with him.”

“But, baby..”

Kun shakes his head. “Don’t. I’m your husband and you should really take into consideration how I might feel when you spend time with men, when you fucking drink alcohol with men like..like some kinda slut.”

You gasped. “Slut?”

Kun nods. “Look at you, you’re just thirsty for any male attention. I work my ass off for a few days and you’re already looking for a replacement.”

“Kun, that’s not true.” You felt your chest rumble, as if you were about to burst into tears.

He flips you over onto the couch. “I’m your husband, aren’t I?”

You nod.

“Then do as I say, don’t go out with Jaehyun again.”

Before you can protest his thrusts into you hard and begins to choke you again.

He goes hard and fast as you mewl.

“Baby, slower, please.”

He bites your nipple and looks down at you to see your body tremble with each rough thrust he gives you, your lips parting to let out the most heavenly moans, your round breasts moving up and down, your legs bent and spread across the loveseat.

“You’re all mine, right?”

“Yes..fuck, yes.” His thumb on your clit makes you dizzy.

“Then I’m gonna breed you, would you like that? Gonna fuck you so hard and get you pregnant.” Kun grunts into your ear.

Jaehyun grimaces outside of your window. Kun, or Adam rather, hadn’t changed at all. He still believed in a woman’s subordination to her husband. He believed from the beginning of time that a woman should lay under her husband, not above.

And now, he was trying to make you his by breeding you, making it impossible for you to break the link between the two of you. But Jaehyun had to make sure that didn’t happen, he had to stop him before he could do this to you.

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[Three Days Later]

It’s been three days since that night and you hadn’t shown up to work. Kun made love to you day and night on your time off, he felt threatened by the presence of another male in your life and felt it necessary to remind you why you married him in the first place.

He cooked breakfast for you and bought you nice things. You even went to the movies and ice skating. You enjoyed the time off and Kun’s company, it finally felt like things were getting back to normal. You were happy.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, was furious. He knew where you were, but he couldn’t believe that you had forgotten about him so easily. He didn’t want to get violent, but maybe he would have to.

A few days later, you finally return to work and as usual, Jaehyun was there to bring you a cookie.

“Hey! Where have you been?” He asked as you put bread up on the shelves.

“Oh..I took some time off, Kun came home early so we had a little vacation..thank you for the other night though, I really had a great time.” You finally looked up at him and noticed the slightly crazed look in his eyes. His lips were tightly shut.

“That’s great. Would you like to go out again tonight?” He asks sweetly.

You sigh and shake your head. “Umm...Jaehyun..I can’t..do this..”

His smile starts to fade.

“I-I can’t pretend that we are just friends when I’ve had thoughts about you that I shouldn’t have. I’m married and it’s..really not right for me to get emotionally involved with someone.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “That’s nonsense! We are just friends.”

“But we’re not. Look..it’s best if we end this now, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t come to my work place anymore.”

Jaehyun screams internally. You were really doing as Kun said by cutting him off. Was he that disposable?

A smile still rests on his face.

“As you wish..” he nods and leaves after handing you the cookie he brought.

You swallow hard and sigh. That was harder than you thought it would be, but it felt right. It felt like you could finally focus on your marriage with Kun.

Your day at work ended as it usually did. You closed up and walked to your car, but as you got closer you noticed a figure standing beside it.

It had two red eyes and horns peeking out of its skull.

You slowed down. “Hello?” You called out into the empty parking lot.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and under a street light, that’s when you squinted to make out its familiar features. The red eyes and horns had disappeared.

“Jaehyun?”

He stood there creepily in a long black coat and black pants. His face was unreadable and he stayed silent.

You walked closer. “Jaehyun, what are you doing here?”

“You know..” Jaehyun scratches his head and laughs.

“I think we should grab something to eat.”

“Jaehyun..” you looked to the side and away from his somber face. You were just a few feet away from each other now.

“We’ll just be eating, we don’t even have to talk.” Jaehyun stepped forward and pleaded.

He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you, not after all this time when he had finally gotten so close.

“I can’t, Kun is waiting for me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes.

Jaehyun felt his body tremble whenever you looked at him like that.

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed your lips hard. You fell into him for a brief moment, but then realized what was happening. You quickly bit his lip and pulled away.

“Jaehyun!” You rubbed your lip. “What the hell?!”

He licked the blood on his lips and frowned after your warmth disappeared.

“I’m sorry, I just-“ he reached out for you again but you backed away and opened your car in a rush.

“Leave me alone! I never want to see you again!”

Jaehyun only watched as you scurried into your car seat and locked the car doors.

He banged on the window hard, you jumped from the sound for you were terrified by him. You saw a dark flint in his eyes that you’d never seen.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you put the car in drive.

You sped out of the parking lot and away from him.

“I’ll never let you go, y/n, now that I have you..I’ll never let you go.” He whispered to himself.

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[1 Month Later]

The honeymoon feeling you felt with Kun soon dissipated as things went back to how they’d usually been. He spent his time at work and would come home upset, some nights he didn’t even speak to you. He looked sleep deprived and when you asked him about it, he’d have a fit and say he’s fine.

Some nights he wouldn’t look at you, you couldn’t remember the last time you had made love.

He was always short with you, but lately, you found it increasingly difficult to deal with his negative mood. Is this really who you wanted to be married to?

Jaehyun had been messing with him, he’d purposely make every day difficult for him. Kun couldn’t sleep most nights, but when he did, Jaehyun made sure to fill his mind with dark scenes to scare him. Sometimes he’d throw in false images of you making love to a faceless man. It gave Kun the feeling that he was walking in on you cheating on him. He would wake up from these nightmares but they felt so real, he couldn’t ignore how upset they made him.

Kun was paranoid, he felt like someone was out to get him and he didn’t know who it could be, but he didn’t trust even you as much as he did three months ago.

Then one night, you came home late because of a terrible thunderstorm and traffic. You were only about an hour late, but Kun was already home and steaming on the couch.

“Where were you?” He asked as soon as you entered the house.

You exhaled loudly. “Oh, so now you speak to me.”

“Yeah, I’m speaking to you, I’m asking a fucking question.”

You raised your brows. “And who are you to talk to me like that?”

“I’m your husband, or did you forget that when you fucked him tonight?” Kun bit back as he sat up in the chair.

Your face wrinkled as you placed your bag down.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jaehyun..do you think I’m some kind of idiot? I know you’re still seeing him.”

You scoffed. “Wowww Kun.”

You walk away to the kitchen to get some water.

“No, don’t “wowww” me, tell me I’m lying!” His voice started to raise, he walked into the kitchen after you.

“Kun..you sound ridiculous right now, I’m late because there’s a thunderstorm, or do you not hear it just like you don’t hear your phone ringing when I call you?” You asked sarcastically.

“If you’re gonna be late, you should tell me.”

You gulped down your water. “I don’t have to report anything to you! You’re not my king or whatever you think you are.”

“I’m your husband! And you should treat me like a king because look at this house, you wouldn’t be in it if it weren’t for me.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you really holding the house over my head? Wow Kun, you’ve really hit rock bottom, haven’t you?”

Kun chuckles. “Maybe Jaehyun lives somewhere nice, why don’t you go to him since I’m not your king.”

“Okay, here we go again, why are you so insecure, Kun?!”

The two of you went back and forth that night. You broke down in tears as Kun said hurtful things that left you stunned.

“I want a divorce!” You yelled and stormed out.

You jumped into your car and drove away, you didn’t know where you were going to go, but you knew you needed to be away from him.

You dialed up Jaehyun who had heard the entire conversation from outside of your house.

“Hello?” He said with the faked tone of confusion in his voice.

“Jaehyun..I need to see you.”

You drove to his house.

It was an incredibly large mansion, and when you went inside, the walls were lined with gold and red velvet curtains. It looked beautiful, unreal almost.

You wondered how Jaehyun could live in an expensive place at such a young age.

Jaehyun looked at your magnificent face as your mouth dropped open.

“Investments.” He smirked.

You laughed and looked back at him. His eyes were warm, his smile was bright.

He could tell you had been crying so once in the foyer he steps close to you and searches your wet eyes.

He runs his thumb along your cheek as you gaze up at him.

“What happened, love?”

You shook your head. “It’s Kun..we fought, I just..I don’t know, Jaehyun, I don’t think we can make it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, y/n..”

“I love him, I really do but..” you look to the side and sniffle.

“Is he controlling, y/n?”

Your eyes flicker up to him. You nod slowly.

“Is he the reason why you stopped hanging out with me?”

You nod again.

Jaehyun purses his lips. “Y/n..he’s threatened by you, he doesn’t want you to be independent now that you’re married. He wants to control you and that isn’t a partnership. That isn’t love.”

Your eyes brim with tears once again. “Jaehyun..I don’t want to think about him right now...I want to feel loved, can you do that for me?”

Jaehyun’s dark soul nearly escapes his body. “Of course.”

You place both hands on his head and kiss him slowly and sensually. You both close your eyes as you fall into him more, his arms wrapping around you to bring you closer to him. He wants to become one with you, feel you, smell you, to be completely enraptured by you for eternity.

Time stood still and your heart fluttered as it was finally being satisfied by something it had craved from the first moment you met Jaehyun.

He too felt everything slow down to a crawl, your lips tasted like the sweetest fruit, your hands were soft like plush blankets.

He pulls away to breathe, his hot breath hitting your now swollen lips. “So beautiful” he whispers into them, then kisses you again in the dim lighting of his house.

He takes you into his arms and carries you to one of his many bedrooms.

“I will take you higher than the heavens themself, just give in to me.” He whispers softly.

He lays you down gently onto the fluffy bed and watches as you relax into it, your hair looking gorgeous as it lays against the white sheets, your neck just begging for soft kisses or hastily made bite marks, cute nose and round, swollen lips. He looks into your wide eyes and smiles. “You’re stunning.” He kicks his shoes off and crawls over you.

You giggled and held him by the hem on his shirt. “Jaehyun...kiss me.”

He leaned down and kissed you as you asked. He was transported back to when your name was Eve and the two of you made love in the garden. Your lips taste the same as hers, your skin feels the same, your touch and everything else was the same. Jaehyun was more than pleased to finally be experiencing your love again.

You start to take your pants down your legs and eventually kick them off. Jaehyun takes his clothes off as well, then watches you take your hoodie off to reveal your breasts.

Without hesitation, he lays his tongue flat against the perky nub, coating it with his spit. He then swirls his tongue around it while he massages the other breast that he hasn’t tasted yet.

You moan and run your fingers through his hair.

His fingers press onto your thigh, then work their way to your sensitive skin between your legs. You tremble as they brush lightly against it.

You arch your back, telling him silently that you want him to go further. He sucks your nipples harder and listens to another moan leave your beautiful lips.

He takes two fingers and uses them to part your folds. He circles his fingertips around your entrance to collect the liquid that has formed from you being so turned on already.

He kisses the skin in between your breasts.

“You taste so sweet.”

He pushes his fingers into you slowly, your legs widen a bit to adjust to him. His fingers are long and slender, but it doesn’t take much time before his knuckles hit your most sensitive part.

“Jaehyun..” you exhale.

His fingers glide in and out of you slowly, he curls his finger tips to press right onto the fleshy spot that makes your head spin. He flicks his tongue across your breast as his fingers work on your needy area.

He looks up at you through low eyes, your dainty fingers grasping onto the sheets tightly.

“So-so close.” You whimper.

His fingers move faster, pressing onto your clenching walls as you get closer.

He then kneels and looks down at you as his fingers still move back and forth.

He licks his lips and lowers his face to the apex of your open legs. He flicks his tongue across you slit now, combining the action of his tongue with his finger to drive you crazy.

He moves his tongue in circular motions onto your clit as his finger moves in faster and presses onto your g-spot harder.

His long tongue flattens onto you repeatedly.

You cry out his name one final time before cumming onto his fingers. He continues to rub his nose onto your clit and lick inside you as you climax and shake.

You try to push your body up away from him, but he holds your waist down firmly and continues to eat you out.

“Jaehyun!” You look down at him to see his eyes, almost with a glint of red in them, looking up at you sternly.

He places a kiss onto your folds then crawls over you to face you. He licks his lips.

“Y/n, my love, I will never force you to bow down to me, you are my queen, you always have been. I will not lose you like I did so long ago.”

You’re slightly confused, but you nod and kiss him. He lays down beside you and takes your waist into his hands as his tongue now dances with yours.

He brings your body over on top of his.

Your skin becomes littered with goose pimples as he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

You kneel over his intimidating length and take in a sharp breath while running your hands along his chest and abs. He, too, was magnificent, like a painting or sculpture come to life.

He takes your hand in his and watches your naked body above him.

He remembered the first time you made love, you rode him that time too, bringing him to his most memorable orgasm of all time.

You sink down onto him slowly, your head falling back instantly.

You couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching around him as he stretched you out so well and stimulated you just from being halfway in.

He pushes up into you to help you. You feel his cock buried deep inside you, running against your silky walls and pressing onto your sweet spot once more.

He curved into you so perfectly. You bite your lips and swivel your hips as you move up and down. He grabs your ass and brings it down onto him.

He groans when you quiver around him and it is a low sound that you’ve never heard before, it’s almost animalistic.

But it’s hot, and pushes you closer to the edge.

Jaehyun watched your body shimmer in the low, warm lighting of the room. Your face is adorable, your skin is soft and glistens, you smell like vanilla. He wished he could have you like this forever, gliding down onto him, your breasts moving up and down as you whimper and moan from the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

You are his Heaven.

He thrusts up into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as does your groans and cries.

Jaehyun fits you so perfectly, you’re on the brink of tears, you're weak and ride him sloppily as you chase your high.

Jaehyun knows this and flips you over onto your back in a swift move. He places your legs onto his shoulders and pushes into you. His hips slap against yours as he kisses you again.

He uses his ability to grow even more while inside you.

His eyes glow red but your eyes are closed as he fucks into you from above now.

“Jaehyun..fuck..” Tears escape your eyes. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around his cock.

He runs his palm onto your belly and feels his cock twitch in the pit of your stomach. “I’m so deep inside you, do you like feeling me? Do you want me to release deep inside you?”

He moves faster.

You arch your back. “Fill me up, please, I want you inside me so badly.” You whimper out.

Jaehyun licks his thumb and places it onto your clit. He licks your breast again and sucks hard.

You cum hard and shake.

He climaxes as well, cumming deep inside you as you let out a stream of curses. You had never orgasmed so hard, but something about Jaehyun has you trembling for several minutes. He was able to deliver pleasure just as he was able to deliver pain in the underworld.

He rubs his thumb along the side of your sweaty face while watching his cum leak out of you.

“My love..would you like me to fuck you again?”

His voice is gravelly, but confident, for he already knows the answer.

You nod and within a few milliseconds you’re on your chest with your ass up in the air. Jaehyun pounds you into the bed and has you calling out his name several times that night.

You fall asleep after climaxing many times. You felt amazing, like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Jaehyun held you in his arms and cuddled you to sleep.

“Y/n..I’m happy you’re mine now.”

————

[The Next Day]

Jaehyun woke up to see that you left him, you had snuck out and drove back home.

You left a note for him explaining that you couldn’t be in a relationship with him for your heart belonged to Kun.

“Thank you for being here for me, I am sorry for coming to you during my weakest moment. I hope you will respect my wish to not see you again, as I must remain steady in my marriage to Kun.

With Love, Y/n”

Jaehyun crumbles up the note and sets fire to it in his hands. His horns grow large and his eyes beam red, furious is an understatement.

How could you do this to him? He made love to you, gave you the best love you’d ever had and you still went back to him.

He would make sure to ruin Kun, for if he couldn’t have you, no one else should.

————

[3 Months Later]

Jaehyun was still hurt by you leaving him that night, but he knew there was nothing he could do. A part of him wanted you to be happy, but a part of him wanted to destroy Kun so he could have you all to himself.

He had planned to get rid of him until he discovered that you were pregnant. He wasn’t sure if the baby was his or Kun’s, but he did know that if he were to kill Kun you would potentially lose the baby from devastation. He couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t cause that pain even if he was satisfied by Kun’s death.

So he watches you from afar, imagining once again that it was him preparing for a baby instead of Kun.

The two of you looked happy, maybe it was the child that was making things different.

Either way, he hated seeing you so happy without him.

————

[8 Months Later]

You give birth to your son. You and Kun raise it together and take turns watching it during the night.

One day, Jaehyun visits you while you cradle the baby at home alone.

You open the door and your smile falls.

Jaehyun, however, smiles harder when he sees your pretty face, glowing from the post pregnancy hormone changes.

Seeing you like this makes him want to get you pregnant all over again.

“J-Jaehyun?” You hadn’t seen him since that night, but he still looked good.

“Y/n..it’s been so long, hasn’t it?”

Something about him being there after so much time made you uneasy.

“Well..can I come in?” Jaehyun gives a half smile.

You nod and let him in.

You hold your baby and sit in a rocking chair. “So..what brings you here?”

“I’m here to see my child of course!”

Your brows furrow. “YOUR..child?”

Jaehyun smirks and steps closer to you. He smiles to himself as he looks at the baby.

“Come on, y/n, did you forget how many times I buried my seed into your beautiful cunt that night?”

You shook your head. “Don’t speak like that, please. I was weak, I-I was sad and broken..”

“Of course, but you loved it, you loved all of it.” He looked up to the ceiling and shut his eyes.

“I can still hear your moans right now.”

“Kun is the father, Jaehyun..this isn’t up for debate.”

“And if he’s not?” He tilts his head and looks back down at you.

“Well, he is. I’ll raise this child with my husband, regardless of who the biological father is, we have no place for you in this house.”

“Tsk tsk...keeping me away from my own child? Y/n..that’s not very nice of you, my love.”

“Don’t call me that!” Your voice rose slightly. “We had one night together, I don’t want to be with you, I will never be yours.”

“You’re already mine, y/n, you always will be, don’t you understand, after all these years?”

You shook your head. “Jaehyun.. you’re crazy. I’d like you to leave.”

You reached your hand out to grab your phone.

Jaehyun sees that you're nervous and chuckles to himself. “Oh..y/n..you’ve really made me upset. I guess I will just have to embrace my nature.”

He shuts the front door as you stare intently.

You always had a fear that the baby might be his, but how did he know you were pregnant in the first place?

————

[Two Days Later]

Jaehyun summons Lilith.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

She appears to him with a slim body and dark hair this time. Her face is perfect like one of some celebrity, but God cursed Jaehyun’s vision so that when he looks at Lilith, he can only see an ugly monster.

“I need you to take it.”

Jaehyun demands as sits on his throne in Hell. He tosses an apple in the air.

“Seduce the man and come back with the baby.”

“And what do I get out of it?” She places her hand on her hip.

“Nothing. But if you don’t do it, I will rip your fucking head off.” He looks up at her slowly. “Is that a good enough reason for you?”

Lilith scoffs then goes to do as she is told.

She appears to Kun who is half asleep on the couch in the living room. It’s his turn to watch the baby, so he can’t sleep completely.

“Hey there, big boy.” She says smoothly and crawls over him.

“Who—who are you?”

“My name’s Lilith.” She zips her leather jacket down to reveal her bare chest. “You look lonely, sweetheart.”

Kun is hypnotized by her, he doesn’t know if he’s awake or asleep, but he does know that he wants her badly.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Lilith asks with doe eyes as she looks up at him and pumps her breasts.

Kun nods and soon finds himself enraptured by a succubus, burying himself into her and thus falling into her trap as you, his wife, lay sound asleep in the room above.

Once Lilith brings Kun to an extraordinary climax, he falls asleep.

She then walks upstairs slowly to the baby room.

Her appealing looks disappear and she transforms into her true being, a disturbingly ugly monster with grey skin and long legs and arms. Her bones crack as she grows to about 6 feet 6 inches tall, her black hair falls out onto the floor and her jaw protrudes as her eyes glow red. She smells like rotten eggs as green liquid oozes out of her pores and eyes.

She stares at the baby sleeping soundly in its crib.

You, however, wake up from the crackling sound.

“Kun?” You murmur.

You get up and walk to the baby room.

You nearly pass out from the stench and feel your legs grow weak when you see the ghastly being standing over your baby.

“Hey!” You call out, but when the thing turns around, it already has your baby in its arms. A wide creepy smile filled with about twenty sharp and misshapen teeth creeps across its face.

You start to cry. “Put him down!”

You run towards it but it disappears.

You grasp the crib and look into it, shifting the blankets around before looking under it.

Your baby was nowhere to be found.

You let out a painful scream that Jaehyun, and even your neighbors could hear and fell to the floor.

Kun finally woke up and ran upstairs. He consoled you as you cried uncontrollably.

———-

[One Month Later]

The police and everyone in the neighborhood helped you to search for your baby, but nothing happened.

You tried to explain that night so many times, but nothing made sense and people just thought you were crazy.

Even Kun. He left you soon after the incident, the heartbreak was too much for him and he didn’t trust you. So he left you, moving further away and starting a new life without you as the divorce papers started to process.

You were alone, you couldn’t deal with the loss of your child. You sat alone at a pond and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

Jaehyun knew your time was running out, he knew you’d pass and eventually come to him to live with him in the dark world.

Your heart breaks and you die of sadness at the edge of the pond.

Your soul slips away from your body.

Jaehyun is there watching as you stare down at it in confusion.

“Jaehyun?”

“Hello, y/n.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re with me now, where you should be.” He smiles as he goes to take your hand, but his hand passes through.

Jaehyun looks in confusion at his hand.

“Can you see me?” You ask.

“Of course I can. I should be able to touch you too, but..” he turns away and looks at his hand which is still vibrating like it had just been shocked with electricity.

“What’s happening?”

He turns back to you, but you’re gone.

“Oh, Lucifer..” a male voice calls out to him.

“You thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you? You would have her die then bring her to hell to live with you forever..”

“Winwin?” He recognizes the angel in front of him.

“I wish I could say it’s nice to see you again, but it really isn’t.”

“What the hell is going on? She’s mine!” He grows angry, his eyes becoming red and his horns growing out in harmony with his black wings.

“No, she isn’t. She belongs with us, remember God will always win.” Winwin smirks.

“No..no they can’t do this to me again!”

“Of course they can! Goodbye, LuLu!” Winwin then spins and disappears.

Jaehyun curses and shouts loudly, so loudly that the heavens can hear him. You can hear him, but now you realized who he really was and why he was so infatuated with you. It broke your heart that he went to such lengths to hold onto you, but now you knew that he was nothing but evil.

Jaehyun could feel you, he could sense you everywhere and sometimes he could see you, but he could never touch you again. He would have to live eternally as a tortured individual that lost his love 3 times.

“Well, at least you have the child.” Lilith looks at her nails as Jaehyun thrashes about in hell.

“What will you name him?”

Jaehyun smooths his hair back and walks to the crib that the baby sleeps in. “His name..is Cain.”

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Personal Ballerina (Part 3)

{ Alice in Borderland Master List }

Summary: The Beach group members original goal was to destroy the other groups plans, but this changed into curiosity and a deal is made. Niragi is pissed at Hatter’s decision, but no one cares about the deal when you walk into the room. The longing is clear as day from Niragi, but he’s changed so much you don’t even notice it’s him.

Warnings: Death Threats.

Notes: I will also be posting this on AO3 if you want to read it there. Here’s the LINK.

Tags: @starjane312 @dream-escaper

AIB ML | Index | Part 4

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When everyone walked into the room, only the two out of three top tiers, and their ringleader Aoto, were there.

Aoto had a big smile on his face and he was feeling ecstatic to finally get to meet the fellow group leader Hatter himself. He’s heard a lot about him through ‘someone’ and he just couldn’t wait for the day that The Beach players came here.

Aoto stood up and stretched his arms out.

“Welcome! Come sit, come sit.”

Niragi was hesitant to sit down at first. He really wanted to demand the whereabouts of you, but he didn’t want the others to know he knew you. He hated half the people in his group, so he wasn't going to bring anymore attention to himself then he already did back when he almost shot the guy that was trying to fight you.

He sat down next to Leo and diagonal from Minato. The seat in front of him stayed empty, per Aoto’s request, and Niragi was hoping it was because you would eventually sit in front of him.

Aoto signaled for the bartender to bring us all drinks, but Hatter wasn't here to have a drink.

“What gave you the bright idea to create this group? You obviously knew about The Beach, MY Beach, so what is all this?”

Aoto straightened his back and his smile faltered for a second. He wasn’t expecting Hatter to get right to the point. Niragi looked across the table at Aguni. Signaling he’s ready for a fight if ordered.

No one in the opposite group had weapons on them that he saw, and they had no guards there to protect them either, so The Beach players could easily take them.

“Well... let’s just say a little birdie gave me the idea. When I created this place you were around, but not as big as you are now. Even though you may not believe me Hatter, but I envy you.”

“Y-you envy me?”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Niragi rolled his eyes and slumped in his seat. One thing Hatter could never resist, is when people complement his work. The guy gets horny off of compliments.

“Well, yes. I feel it’s hard enough to keep track of the three of them. Don’t let the amount people in the crowd fool you, they all come as they please, but you have hundreds of people doing your bitting. It’s impressive.”

Hatter was taken back by how envies Aoto was being of him. Everyone else in the room, was kinda confused as to where this exact conversation was leading.

“My group is small, but the best of the best. And your group is big, with some great players sprinkled in. With that being said... I was thinking we can do something that would benefit all of us.”

Niragi eyed Aoto suspiciously now. The way he's acting and forming his words are off. He doesn’t know him at all. He just met him not even five minutes ago, but something about making a proposition with these people doesn’t seem right.

“And, what is that exactly?”

Hatter asked cautiously.

“Combine groups and collect all the cards together. You can even still be the first one to leave.”

And there it is. The needle has dropped and Niragi has never wanted to laugh at a proposition more in his life. Hatter would never fall for…

“Done.”

“What!?” Everyone, but Aoto, Leo, and Minato, exclaimed at the same time.

Niragi was looking at Hatter like he just planned to join the game masters. Luckily, everyone else had the same expression. It wasn't Niragi’s place to say anything, but Aguni wasn't going to not say something.

“Hatter - are you mad!? We just met these people... We planned on taking down these people no more than a hour ago. Your just going to give up The Beach-”

Hatter cut him off.

“Not ‘give up’ Aguni, enhance it. We saw what just one of their top tiers can do. Imagine having the three of them in our corner now! We will get all the cards in no time.”

The cards.

That’s all Hatter ever thinks about.

Even when this proposal was so rushed, and not even a negotiation happened, Hatter was blinded by the fact that he could collect all the cards. A theory he found out by ‘someone’ that isn't even full proof.

Leo gives a golf clap to the succession of their plan, and even Minato smiles at Aoto’s accomplishment.

“There’s just one thing I would like to ask you Aoto.”

Aoto raises his eyebrow in question at Hatter. Signaling for him to ask away.

“Where’s your Spades girl?”

This makes Niragi listen more contently. He’s been waiting for someone to ask this question since he's gotten into this room. When he saw how impressed Hatter was with your skills, he thought he would ask where you were right away.

Aoto, Leo, and Minato all looked at each other with concern. Niragi noticed and now he was feeling concerned for your whereabouts too. He knows he shouldn't. He knows he doesn’t have the right to be concerned for you.

But he is - just like he’s always been.

Always going soft for his personal ballerina. He really needs to revaluate this soft spot of his later because right now if anyone looked at him they would know his concern very clearly.

Leo turns back to the group and has that Mira wide, creepy smile on.

“Our Spades Queen is dancing her worries away.”

Excuse a fucking me?

Niragi couldn’t help but look dumbfound at the bitch’s answer. It’s really starting to annoy him on how much these people remind him so much of the people he already hates at The Beach.

Aoto is like Hatter. Leo is like Mira. And Minato, well he hasn't said much to be a copycat of anyone yet. But by the ways Niragi catches Minato eyeing some of them, he has a feeling he’s just like Chishiya.

Mira and Hatter he can tolerate, but a second Chishiya? No thanks! Ones enough, even though he rather none, in Niragi’s world.

A silence fell onto the group after that. Most of them were trying to question Leo’s words, but didn’t voice it out loud.

Then, the door bangs open. It opens so fast it dents the wall next to it.

Someone kicked it open, and that person was none other than Y/n herself.

Niragi’s mouth went automatically dry at the sight of you.

You were wearing a black jacket with the zipper unzipped, and a black tank top underneath. You had ripped up shorts, that weren't like that when you got them, and black boots to conceal some of your knives in.

But it wasn’t your outfit that made Niragi freeze. You walked in with your hair in a pony tail, something you weren’t wearing before, and Niragi had a perfect view of your long neck. This was always his favorite part of you. When you would pull it up before you started your performance for him all those times, all those years ago, he would always have to try super hard to cover up his ‘nose bleed.’

Now, he just wants to lick up your neck and feel you shiver for him.

Niragi wasn't just looking at your neck though. He was looking at your eyes, nose, lips, all the parts of you he adored so many times in his mind. Which, for Niragi, every part of you was perfection.

Your eyes weren’t on him though, and you didn’t look happy to be in that room, unlike Niragi.

After you killed that guy at the field, you were told to come straight here. But you wouldn’t come to this ‘meeting’ before you showered your sadness away, and scrub your skin raw. Crying in the shower is the only place you were able to do this.

You would have gone to your spot in the stadium that no one was allowed to go, but you, but you didn’t want to annoy Aoto and get into a useless fight that the other top tiers wouldn’t be on your side for.

You didn't even look at the people at the center table. You walked right over to the bar in the corner of the room and nudged the bartender out of the way. If anyone else went behind this bar, Tray, the bartender, would have kicked them out or tried to shot him with the gun concealed under the bar. But since it was you, he moved right out of the way.

Everyone knew not to mess with you after a game or after one of Aoto’s personal games. You would shove your knife deep into someone’s eye sockets if they did and worry about the trauma later. Your head was full of so many darks thoughts, and killing that guy today was on a repeated loop in your mind.

You went under the bar and took out the half empty bourbon bottle. You placed it on the bar top then started taking out all your knives from your person because you didn’t need them right now.

The four on your back holster, the two in each pockets, and the big baby in your boot. You were about to reach for the bottle of bourbon, but you remembered one last knife. You shoved your hand into your shirt, and didn’t care if anyone was watching. You took out a pink knife and threw it on top of the pile you made.

Making, unknowingly to you, a certain person in the room grip the table in front of him.

You were about to take your first sip of many of the harsh alcohol for the night, but then an unknown voice to you stopped you.

“Wow! Where did you find a girl like her?”

You looked up from inside of the bottle that was about to touch your lips, and saw there wasn't just the fellow tiers in here. There was a bunch of people you've never seen in your life. You looked at all of them each for a second, until you got to one in particular.

The one with multiple piercings, long hair that’s partly pinned up in a bun, and a face that girls would get instantly wet for. You tilted your head at him because you swore he looked so familiar to you.

Just when you were about to think hard enough to try and remember how he looks familiar, Minato grabbed your attention.

“Starting already? I would of thought you just stayed in that special room of yours all night.”

You roll your eyes at Minato. Don’t let Minato’s height and smartest foul you, he was the biggest slut you'll ever meet. He gets a new girl coming out of his room every night, and he always tries to get in your’s and Leo’s pants. You have too much respect for yourself to do anything with him, and Leo has a husband in the real Tokyo that she would never betray by sleeping with a guy like him.

“I wasn't. But thanks for your concern.”

It was an empty thanks, but you were hoping it would end whatever conversation he was trying to create. Sadly, this didn’t happen.

“No problem, baby. Always got to look after my personal ballerina.”

The bottle broke in your hand and you snapped your eyes at him. No one ever called you that.

Only one person you allowed to give you that nickname. One person, you haven’t talk to in years. And Minato was notthe exception to this special rule of yours you kept sacred to the guy that kept you living throughout your high school years.

You grabbed one of your knives from the pile and ran at him. Minato jumped right out of his seat and started running around the table to get away from you. You just went around Aoto, at the table, when Leo stood up and stopped you.

“Y/n breath.”

You were staring at Aoto across the table. Cowering behind a guy you don’t know that looked to be the same size as Minato himself.

That nickname was the only precious thing you had of your old life. As soon as your friend Suguru Niragi graduated high school, you lied to him and told him you joined the Tokyo ballet. He knew you always wanted to join them one day, but you never could. You never got into your dream ballet, and you didn't want to hold him back from his dreams of escaping his own demons.

So, you lied to him. You lost connection with him over the years, but not because you wanted too. Not because you didn’t want to hear his voice and see him blush by the obvious longing he had for you. But because you didn't want to be a disappointment. You didn’t want the one person you cared about to feel disappointed in you.

So, you never picked up that phone, but you still thought about him every time you danced.

And then you got stuck here.

With a person like Minato that wants to take your special nickname you only ever allowed one person to give you. You weren’t going to allow that. He knew it meant something to you because you’ve had this exact fight before. Leo would always be the one to coax you out of actually killing him.

“Don’t you ever, EVER call me that again! If you do, I'll cut off your tongue and make you eat it. And, you know what? You’ll be my first kill I'll ever enjoy. Don’t fucking test me.”

After you're done with your true threats, you throw the knife onto the center of the table. You glance at everyone in the room, and keep your eyes on the guy you can’t quiet place where you know him from for a few second longer, then head for the door.

You don’t leave before yelling back,

“If you need me, don’t.”

Then you left, and everyone’s faces showed how stunned they were by what just happened. Everyone, but Niragi.

He had the biggest smile on his face.

Ending Notes: Sorry this chapter was short and had really nothing excited to it. I promise the other chapters will be much better :)

(Part 4)

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi #niragi x Reader #AIB

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seiijohhh · 3 years

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the slow demise [1/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring -- so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“This is a hundred percent your fault.”

Deadpanned, Fushiguro glowers down at you. “How is this my fault.”

“Dunno,” you shrug, stretching your arms above your head with an exaggerated sigh, making sure to keep your eyes trained on Fushiguro. Your intent is to make him feel guilty (even if he is right, it isn’t his fault) but that’s far easier said then done. The boy’s as stoic as ever. “Just is.”

“It was about time you came back to the school anyway,” Fushiguro huffs, and you blink slightly at the somewhat distressed tone of his voice – that was definitely off.

He doesn’t let you dwell on it very long before he’s walking off ahead of you, glancing around the rugby field the both of you found yourselves on. Purely because of curse power that basically reeked from it.

“I never was part of Jujutsu High School,” you cut in, rushing to catch up with him. “So I wouldn’t be returning. I’m not returning.” He turns to look at you, to which you glare at him, hoping that’ll make it perfectly clear. But he merely shrugs, not even bothering to respond to you, turning back to the field.

Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest, glancing down just as a curse pops beneath the veil, gurgling and groaning, before disappearing from sight once more. “What’s with this rugby field anyway?” You call out, turning to look over your shoulder at Fushiguro whose gone off the other direction. “Is there a dead body buried here or something?”

“Even if there is,” Fushiguro mumbles, and you turn to see the same curse from before climbing up a pole, “I’m surprised to see one this high-leveled. It’s probably a grade two curse.” Then, meeting your eyes, he frowns. “Must be that cursed objects influence.”

Shuffling on your feet slightly, you glance up at it; “should we exorcise it?”

“Nah,” Fushiguro shrugs, walking past you and up the steps from the field.

Frowning, you glance back at the curse before moving to catch up with Fushiguro. “Why not? It could hurt somebody, the schools littered with stupid teenagers all day.”

“Nobodies walking on this field,” he gestures to the sign in front of him. “Not for a long time anyway.”

Eyeing the sign the blocks off the entrance to the rugby field, reading the words ‘No Unauthorized Entry’, you shrug. You were just tagging along because he forced you to, no need to put in anymore effort then necessary if Fushiguro wasn’t going to.

“Still, it’s presence is too strong to pin down. It feels like it’s close by, but it could still be far away, too. This special-grade curse is really a pain.”

Glancing over the boys shoulder at the photo of the curse he’d been provided, you raise a brow; “it’s been moved, right?” Fushiguro nods, “who could’ve been stupid enough to move it? And where is it now?”

“I have–”

“Over here! Coach Takagi is taking on Itadori from West Middle.”

“Woah, what are they competing for?”

Blinking at the new, bolstering voices, your head turns in the direction before your eyes gleam with excitement. Now, this is what you called exciting. Tugging on the sleeve of Fushiguro’s shirt, you turn to him with a gleam in his eyes; “we have to watch, Megumi!”

“We should really look for the–”

But you’re already pulling him along by the wrist, barely giving him any time to argue further, making it just in time to see what you assume is the coach previously mentioned lugging a weighted ball across the field. He throws it a respective distance, eyes lighting up with excitement as he cheers himself on in celebration.

“Fourteen meters!”

“Oooh,” you sing, clasping your hands in front of you.

Fushiguro eyes you, “what’s so exciting about track and field?”

Turning to him, you laugh; “it’s so…. simple!”

“Simple?”

“Yeah!” You nod eagerly. “I mean, we train every day, exercise curses every other day, but everyone here,” you gesture around you to the kids the exact same age as you, “has no idea and is living a perfectly normal teenage kid’s life. It’s… It’s amazing.”

You’re back to the scene before you, eyes caught by a shade of bright pink, that you don’t notice Fushiguro’s wandering gaze. You’d said it all with a smile on your face, but Fushiguro couldn’t help but notice the absolute longing in your gaze as you watched.

His attention, however, is caught by the growing volume of the crowd as they all cheer on ‘Itadori’ – the boy with pink hair and lanky arms that nearly topples over when the weighted ball is dropped into his hands. However, he swings it with ease and your jaw all but drops when it tosses it as if it weighed nothing, soaring through the air.

“Uh, roughly thirty meters.”

You turn to Fushiguro with a blank expression; “that wasn’t simple.”

All Fushiguro can do is nod.

“Or normal.”

Tugging you forward, Fushiguro and you come to a stop in front of the boy and who can assume is his friends. Knowing Fushiguro is doing the same, you pause, eyeing the boy.

“No curse energy.”

You nod, “pretty amazing.”

“I wonder if he’s like Zen’in-senpai.”

You shrug; “maybe.”

“Well, c’mon,” he sets a hand against your back, gently guiding you forward, “we should start looking for the–”

“Megumi!”

Pulling him back and out of the way from the approaching steps, your head turns in time just to see the boy from before, Itadori, racing past the both of you, with incredible speed. However, it’s the sharp shock of cursed energy you feel the second he runs past and the pair of eyes that seem to stare deep within your sole that have you gasping for air, blinking in surprise.

“Hey! You!” Fushiguro calls, obviously having sensed the same thing, but it’s hopeless – the boys too quick.

“Y/N,” Fushiguro calls, setting a hand on your back as you press your own against your chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, shaking your head. “I’m fine.” Then, meeting his eyes, you glance in the direction Itadori had run off. “Are you going to follow him?”

“Try to, at least,” he huffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You felt it too, yeah?”

“Nearly took my breath away,” you sigh, “but I think I should stay here.”

His brows furrow; “why?”

“I can still sense it here.”

Fushiguro frowns, glancing in the direction of the boy before back at you, lips pursed and worry clear in his gaze. He may pretend not to care, but it’s moments like these the truth bleeds through.

Shaking your head, you huff; “go.” You nod at him, “I’ll be fine. It’s not like I have been sitting on my ass these past months,” you tease lightly, sending him a wink but Fushiguro continues to just stare down at you, causing you to sigh.

“I’ll call you the second something shows up.”

He nods, content, moving to walk off.

“But Megumi?”

He glances back at you, brow raised.

“You call too, okay?” And at the look he sends you, you keep your face impassive, nodding; “the second something happens.”

With a simple nod, he’s off.

You really should’ve trained more.

“Fuck!”

Ignoring the pang that radiates throughout your entire body, and the blood that fades into your vision, you push yourself up, pressed against the wall. Originally, you’d thought that you’d be able to control the curse for just long enough that it’d let go of the two students it was trying to swallow and then you’d focus on getting the curse.

Fushiguro would scold you – tell you that getting the curse was the first priority, but you could stomach the thought of sacrificing lives just for a single finger. Even if that finger was one part of a whole to an incredibly strong, the strongest of all, King of Curses, Sukuna…

None of it really matter however – the finger was making the curse stronger, and you could barely control it for a second before you’d been flung back by your own power. Now, both kids and the finger were about to be swallowed, and you had no idea what to do.

And your phone had been crushed long ago that you had no way of contacting Fushiguro. You had no idea where he was or if he’d be coming back; which meant you were utterly and completely alone.

Ducking from a hit made directly for your head, you slipped past, sliding your hand along the body of the curse, infusing it with your curse power. You used speed you didn’t know you could still have with a pounding head and blurring vision, pointing your left point finger up, the right down, thumbs connection; “Cursed Technique; Domination: The Imprisonment Of One!” before flipping your hands.

The curse stops, your heart thumping and chest panging, but you can barely focus on that when you need to move fast. Rushing forward, you slide to your hip, moving to strike your hand up. And you land a good hit, moving to grab the girl first, before something wraps around your ankle, and pulls you up and away before flinging you across the hall.

You smack into the ground, rolling, your chest seizing as the wind is knocked out of you. Your vision darkens for a moment, and you think you’re going to pass out, but the pain is all too conscious and you realize with a huff that your ankle has been sprained with how it had thrown you.

“Fuck!” You call again, putting all strength in your hands to sit up.

“Y/N!”

Relief floods you almost instantly. You may be half awake, but you’d recognize that voice from anywhere. Hands land on you, and a small smile curls onto your lips almost subconsciously when you find Fushiguro staring down at you. His eyes flicker across your entire body taking in the blood and wounds, before meeting your eyes.

“It’s strong,” you huff, voice raspy, “I can’t hold it and fight.”

Glancing back, Fushiguro growls; “it’s trying to swallow her along with the cursed object?”

“I can hold it,” you call, grabbing his arm and squeezing, pulling his eyes back on you.

“Y/N, you can barely–”

“Just go! I can do it,” you interrupt, voice sharp, “you just have to–”

You’re interrupted by the sound of glass shattering, and before you know it a blur of familiar pink is flickering across your eyes once more. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s the boy from before, Itadori. What the hell was he doing here?

“Itadori!” Fushiguro calls, just as stunned as you. He moves to a stand in front of you, blocking you from sight, and huffing, you lean forward, trying to find the strength to stand.

He grabs the two students, pulling them from the curses grasp, making your eyes bulge in surprise – how did he…?

“So, this is a cruse? Not what I was expecting.”

Pushing yourself to a stand, ignoring the way your ankle throbs, you grab Fushiguro firm around the arm; “Megumi, what the hell is he doing here?”

Sighing, Fushiguro shakes his head; “it’s a long story.” And with a final glance forward, he steps towards the curse, exorcising with one more simple hit since it no longer has the finger so close in it’s grasp, before he moves towards Itadori.

“Honestly,” you huff quietly to yourself, “I leave him alone for a few hours and he’s already dragging an innocent kid into this.”

“I want to ask you what you’re doing here,” Fushiguro calls to him, his demon dogs snacking on the curse behind him, “but good job.”

“Not good job,” you growl, leaning on the wall for support as you glare at the two boys, specifically Itadori; “you could’ve gotten seriously injured,” you ignore the pointed look Fushiguro sends you, “or worse, killed.”

“Why so haughty?” The boy tilts his head; “by the way, what’s that munching on the curse?”

“My shikagami,” Fushiguro answers, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You can see them, then? Normally a curse can’t be seen. Not unless you’re on the verge of death or in special places like this.”

“Oh,” Itadori’s lips part in understanding; “I’ve never seen a ghost or anything before tonight.”

Lips parted, you eye the boy; “you’re not scared?”

“Well, I was scared for a bit,” he answers honestly, still holding his classmate in his arms. “But did you know? People really can die.”

“Y/N, help me!”

“Please. Y/N, stop…!”

“I… I–I can’t–I don’t–!”

Blinking, you force the memory away, shaking your head.

“Huh?”

“So I at least want the people I know to have proper deaths.”

“You’re killing us!”

Pressing your hand against the wall, your breath hitches, Fushiguro turning to you in concern briefly before turning back to Itadori as moves to stand; “not that I really get it myself.” And as he does, the curse slips from his classmate’s skirt pocket, catching it with ease reflexes; “this it?”

“Yeah,” Fushiguro nods, “that’s the special-grade cursed object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger. It’s a miracle it didn’t get swallowed, though, I think that’s mainly thanks to Y/N,” both eyes fall on you, to which you offer a half-smile.

“Why would anything eat it?” Is the first question that leaves Itadori’s lips, “is it tasty?”

“Don’t be stupid,” you cut in, shaking your head, “you’d do it to gain stronger cursed energy.”

“It’s dangerous,” Fushiguro adds, holding his palm out; “so hand it over already.”

“Sure, sure.”

You notice it a second too late, the curse from above.

“Megumi–!”

You move to pull him back, just as he pushed Itadori out of the way, but the sudden weight on your ankle causes you to lose balance and instead, the hand from above crashes directly onto Megumi. Dust and debris make everything blurry for a moment, but the huge curse holding Megumi is easy to spot as your eyes widen in panic.

“Megumi!”

“Fushiguro!”

It pulls Megumi to it’s mouth, but Fushiguro makes quick hand signs, calling for another one of his shikagami; Nue. However, before he can, a burst of lightening flashes from the curse and he’s slammed against the wall, blood splurting from his lips. Heart racing, you move to stand once more, cursing the way your ankle throbs and throws you off balance once more.

Before you know it, the curse is breaking a hole through the concrete and sending Fushiguro flying through it.

“No…” Teeth clenching, you turn to Itadori who looks torn between helping you and rushing after Fushiguro.

“Go!” You call, shaking your head and ignoring the worry in your chest; you were the one to scold Fushiguro for bring an innocent kid into this fight and now you were sending him off to save your comrade. But this was the only option. Fushiguro wouldn’t last on his own, so, if Itadori could just hold off the curse long enough for you to get your bearings, it’d be okay. “Help him! Please!”

Itadori doesn’t need another word otherwise.

“Get up!” You call to yourself, the bangs and commotion from outside causing your heart soar. “No one else dies because of you, remember? That was your promise!”

Forcing yourself to your feet, you ignore the pang and force the other foot to step in front of you the other. It takes you a minute, but when you look out the gaping hole in the wall and get a good look at what’s happened; you can tell you’d made a severe error in judgement.

“There is a way to save everyone!”

He can’t be serious…

“I just need some cursed energy, right, Fushiguro?”

He really is.

He just… ate Sukuna’s finger…

You just cost a boy his life…

Then, a flash of cursed energy burst from him, ripping the curses hands to shreds, and your eyes widen. It couldn’t be possible. That was rare, incredibly rare…

But the markings that start to cover his skin and the cursed energy pooling around him tell you otherwise.

Itadori… no, Sukuna destroys the curse in one hit.

His laugh echoes, even from where you’re stood, his claws clear as day to your eyes, you’re unable to look away. “I knew it!” He laughs, his voice more deep, twisted then Itadori’s; “the light feels best in the flesh!” Shredding his hoody into pieces without any effort, Sukuna races towards the edge of the roof, glancing at the open area. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!

“What a wonderful era to be in. Women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Wonderful! It’ll be a massacre!”

But then he’s pulled back, a hand gripping his own jaw, feet stammering backwards; “what do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.”

It’s Itadori’s voice.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna.

“I mean, it’s my body.” Itadori.

“Don’t move,” Fushiguro calls out, voice sharp; “you’re no longer human.” And he crouches, hands moving to make the necessary signs. “Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!”

“Wait, Megumi–!”

You’re suddenly picked up in a pair of arms, a flash of white and purple, before, somehow, you’re behind Fushiguro.

“What’s the situation?”

Turning to the person carrying you, you glower when you realize it’s him.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?”

Setting you down carefully, he smiles at Fushiguro; “hey! I wasn’t planning on coming, but man,” his eyes drift from you to Fushiguro, “you’re both roughed up. I should show the second years.” He starts to take pictures, specifically of Fushiguro, to which you slap him sharply on the arm.

Huffing, you glare up at him; “never mind that, I’ve told you to stop doing that with me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he waves you off, “but you looked a little stuck.”

Flushing, you turn away from him.

“The higher-ups wouldn’t shut up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing,” he moves to explain, “so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing. So, did you find it?”

“Um,” Itadori slowly speaks up, raising his hand as Gojo turns to him; “sorry, but I ate it.”

There’s a pause, then; “for real.”

And all at once, all three of you answer; “for real.”

Gently letting go of you, Gojo sets you against the rock the Fushiguro’s leaning on, and you notice the way your vision blurs in response, dark peering in around the edges, before blinking it away and focusing on Gojo. He’s stepped towards Itadori, leaning forward with his head in his hands, eyeing him closely.

After a moment, he lets out a laugh; “damn, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious.” He steps back, as nonchalant as ever. “Anything off with your body?”

Looking at his arm, Itadori shrugs; “not particularly.”

“Can you swap out with Sukuna?”

Your eyes widen.

“Sukuna?”

“The curse you ate.”

“Oh,” Itadori shuffles on his feet, “yeah, I think I can do that.”

You really, at this point, shouldn’t be surprise.

Moving away for more room, Gojo lowers into a crouch, stretching out; “then, give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

“But…” Itadori tries to argue.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo calls out with a smug grin, “I’m the strongest.”

“Megumi,” he calls out, “hold this.”

He tosses the bag that’s been in his hands this entire time, and, falling to a seat next Fushiguro, you curiously peek in.

“What is it?”

“Kikifuki from Kikusuian,” he explains, still stretching, and your eyes dull. “It’s Sendai’s specialty, and it’s super good. I recommend the zunda and cream flavour.”

“You went out and bought mochi while people nearly died!” You call, glaring at him.

“It’s not a souvenir, and it’s not just mochi,” he turns to grin at you and Fushiguro, “I’m going to eat it on the bullet train home.”

Yeah, and I think I’m going to throw up.

“Behind you!”

Gojo is barely phased by Fushiguro’s call, and even as Sukuna gains on him he continues to explain; “Kikufuku’s not like other souvenirs…” Before there’s a crash, dust flooding your already wobbling vision. Fushiguro pushes you behind him, arm outstretched as you both prepare for impact, only for you to open your eyes and see Sukuna directly before you, Gojo sitting on him.

“And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite…”

You can’t focus on the fight. Things start to fade and the sounds of a fight almost seem like it’s miles away. Your skin feels hot, sweat beading on it, and the edges of your vision is turning black; except this time it isn’t fading away. You feel tired, extremely so, all strength fading. You don’t hear Fushiguro call for you, nor do you feel your body falling.

It’s okay though, right?

After all, despite how annoying he can be, you know you can trust Gojo…

He really is the strongest.

A little girl covered in red, coated in it.

Bodies surround her. Torn, ripped apart, limbs apart from bodies, heads apart from bodies.

Everything is silent except for the sound of wailing.

Loud, screaming wailing. Sobs retching, coughs echoing, but the girl doesn’t move, even as she sobs.

She’s frozen in place.

Terrifed.

“I can help you, don’t you trust me?”

“What’s this? Who are you?”

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“How about I train you, huh?”

“I’ll help you control them.”

“All of them.”

Eyes blinking open, you frown at the familiar ceiling above you.

You were home. Or at least, your room. It didn’t feel like home to you, but the soft cushion beneath you was definitely comforting with the lasting panging in your head.

Raising your arm, you glance at yourself, the faint bruises, before pushing yourself up so you’re sitting. A small groan leaves your lips, but you ignore the pain, pulling back the sheets to glance at your ankle; it’s been wrapped and treated, but you’re sure that if you were to try and walk on it, it’d still hurt.

You were alive, but you hated being stuck bedridden.

Head falling, you sigh; you wonder what happened with Itadori and Sukuna–

“I’m visiting Y/N.”

“Oooh! I want to say hi, I never properly introduced myself.”

Clearly, he was still alive.

Eyes flickering over to your bedroom door, you simply smile as Fushiguro pops his head in, making sure you’re awake before inviting himself further inside. Itadori bops in after him excitedly, a happy grin on his face despite his scenario which you could only imagine, and of course; Gojo behind the two, smiling down at you.

“Glad to see you both okay,” you smile softly at the two, eyes lingering on Fushiguro’s a little longer.

“You gave us a quite a scare,” Gojo comments, leaning against the frame of your door. “Passing out like that.”

Rubbing the back of your neck abashedly, you let out a small laugh, flushing slightly at the intense look Fushiguro regards you with. “Guess I hit my head harder then I thought,” you mumble, “sorry…”

There’s an echo of silence, and hating it, you hurriedly turn to Itadori.

Sticking your hand out, you grin; “Y/N Gojo,” you laugh at the wide look in his eyes, “it looks like you and me are classmates.”

But honestly, the widened looks on both Satoru and Fushiguro are way better.

“What?” You call to Fushiguro who hasn’t stopped staring at you; “I’d miss all the fun if I didn’t come back to school now.”

And at that, Fushiguro lets a small smile curl onto his lips, Gojo clapping his hands like a small child as he calls out cheerfully “I knew you’d change your mind!” all while Itadori continues to stare at you blankly.

“Gojo?”

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qingxin-s · 3 years

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༉₊˚✧ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ : ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ x ɢɴ.ᴀᴅᴇᴘᴛɪ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

synopsis: [y/n] was an adepti that lived to serve rex lapis, but after thousands of years without contact and a normal human life- they meet again in the most unexpected place

genre: fluff, confession fic

word count: 907

warning(s): spoilers for zhongli’s true identity

tagging: @lovingkyojuro [ik you didnt ask for a tag, but i know you really like zhongli!]

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"You've done well, my dear" Rex Lapis spoke as he stood before the figure, his cape up to cover his face- but his amber eyes still shone through, soft as he looked down at them. They bowed their head, staring at the dusty floor.

"Are you sure you won't be needing my assistance any further, master?" They echoed, their e/c hues narrowed as they tried their best to let the salty tears leak from them. This was their destiny- this...was their contract. They knew there was going to be a time when their service was no longer needed, but they never imagined that the time would come so soon.

He reached out a hand, placing it on top of their h/c haired head- trying his best to comfort them. Their relationship was an odd one. Their relationship was far more than just a contract, the two deeply cared for each other: even the other adepti commented on this.

"I'm sure, you've served your purpose. You served the terms of your contract. Now, find peace my dear. Find a new life" He said softly as he raised their chin up with a gloved finger, looking deep into their eyes.

"I'll be seeing you shortly, (Y/N)"

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"(Y/N)! Have you swept the floors yet?" Their boss called, and a sigh left their lips. Autumn was always their busiest time of year, the constant flow of customers that streamed from their store proving that. But for some reason...they had been lumped with the boring chores. Instead of brewing tea like they were so good at doing, they were stuck with cleaning.

All the time Rex Lapis spent teaching them how to properly brew the leaves was for nothing.

"Yes, I also dusted the counter and cleaned the teapots" They called back, stretching their back as they awaited their bosses answer. A soft breeze trickled through the shops doors, a gentle glow illuminating all the porcelain inside.

"I need you to deliver this order for me then! There's no point just standing around!" The boss yelled, and they couldn't help but roll their e/c eyes. The boss was harsh as ever, and since when did they do deliveries?

After stalking to the counter, they were presented with a large parcel stacked with cheap teacups and a full teapot- and a sealed letter was tucked inside.

"Take this to the funeral parlor, they've already payed. May Rex Lapis protect you, god knows you need it with how clumsy you are" The boss scoffed as (Y/N) plucked up the parcel, muttering under their breath as they set off towards the funeral parlor. They wanted to scold them for using his name in vain, for using their master to mock them.

But they couldn't. He wasn't their master anymore.

It had been so long since the two had spoken- they counted the years. It had been two thousand years to be exact, and each passing day was painful. After a hundred, they were able to find more work cleaning up some demon populations around Liyue. After a hundred more, they were left with nothing. It was painful, and they almost resented Rex Lapis for abandoning them.

But he was just fulfilling their contract.

Wangsheng funeral parlor came into view, looking as deserted as ever. With another sigh, they made their way up the steps- gently pushing open the door and peering inside. They were quickly greeted with a figure , and they decided to call out.

"Hello, I have a delivery here for you?" They called uncertainly, and a girl was in their face instantly. She had wide crimson eyes and a smirk on her face as she looked them up and down.

"You're from the tea place, right!? I almost died of dehydration whilst waiting for you, good thing we're in a funeral parlor right? I'm just kidding!" She exclaimed, jumping backwards and forwards as they stood awkwardly. It was no wonder Wangsheng was going out of business.

"Go through the door at the back, and leave the tea with Zhongli. He's the tea expert around here" The crimson eyed girl grinned as she slowly backed away, rushing off to do whatever strange people like herself do.

'Sounds like someone else I know' (Y/N) smiled to themselves as they entered the door they were instructed towards and as they stepped inside, their heart almost froze. There was a familiar smell to the air, a familiar feeling they felt they would never experience again.

"Hello, you must be-" The man they presumed was Zhongli began, but he cut himself off as he turned around as saw them.

There was no way this was happening.

The same amber eyes that instantly softened as he stared at them, the same gentle touch as he reached out towards them. The lanterns inside the room cloaked his tall figure beautifully, and his mouth gaped open. They quickly placed the box down as their knees buckled, and they fell to the floor with a harsh 'thud'. He feel with them, placing his hands on their shoulders as they stared up at him.

"Master?" They choked as they were pulled towards his chest and engulfed in a tender warmness. Thousands of years...and this is how they meet again? In a funeral parlor?

"Well...isn't it my little helper?" He smiled as he held their h/c haired head, his eyes flickering shut as he melted into the touch. His voice will still smooth and comforting, yet stern when it came to giving orders. They were in heaven.

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— live now: redlove | eijirou kirishima (m.)

pairing: eijirou kirishima/reader ft. katsuki bakugou.

genre: fluff, smut, pwp

wordcount: 𝟷𝟼𝟹𝟽

cw: cam couple!au, prohero!bakugou, established relationship

tags: voyeurism (bakugou’s pov), dirty talk, masturbation, humilation/degredation, begging, light praise, rough sex, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light spanking, baku has a crush

note: i have no excuses for this lmao. i was originally gonna make this into a fic where bakugou joins u nd kiri but,,,i kind of want to make this like a series or something????

— bakugou enjoys porn. especially live cam porn. he discovers the cam couple redlove and is immediately smitten.

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next. the lottery: redlove ⇨

Bakugou watched porn. Just like every other guy on the planet. He enjoyed it, especially since as a pro-hero, he didn’t have the opportunity to get into sustainable relationships. He was the #2 hero so finding himself someone who wanted him because he was Katsuki Bakugou and not Ground Zero was near impossible.

So, he turned to porn. Sounds sad now that he thought about it but truthfully, he never thought twice about it. It was just the way things were.

More specifically, he had an interest in cam porn. The live stream kind. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why that was ― there was just something alluring about watching porn live.

Usually, he stuck to solo girl content, every once in a while he’d venture to the male side. It was only recently, however, that he discovered the booming community of couples cams.

Watching couples have sex live was even more enticing than watching men and woman masturbate or watching amateur porn. It seemed so intimate, watching these couples together. Almost forbidden.

And he was sure that was exactly what made him cum so hard every single time. He liked watching these couples have sex, feeling like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Many times, he’d stroke his cock to the idea of being humiliated by a couple as he watched them together. Filthy thoughts and words filtered into his mind, his eyes closed as he panted to the idea. They’d call him disgusting, a pig for getting hard watching ― how only a slut would act as lewd as he did. Maybe they’d shame him; #2 pro hero Ground Zero a pathetic whore.

It wasn’t until one night, he laid in bed browsing the couple’s livestreams on his favorite website, he discovered one couple that immediately caught his eye. The thumbnail showed a redheaded guy with spiky hair sitting on the edge of the bed with a pretty girl with marvelously smooth skin sat behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. The young man’s hair color must have been the inspiration behind their channel name: redlove. He could only assume they had just started the stream and were looking at comments when the picture set.

The stream was titled “We had a long day”. Bakugou couldn’t help but scoff at such a title, it was hardly enticing. Most streams had things like ‘watch me squirt until i cry!!!’ or “he makes my pussy hurt so good” or some other cringy shit. He would have been tempted to scroll past but he couldn’t deny just how attractive the couple was. Not to say there weren’t attractive people doing cam porn, no he’d seen his fair share of beautiful women and handsome men.

But redlove were stunning together. They looked like a perfect match, he could tell just by how you were holding him that just oozed affection for the redhead.

Another thing that caught the blonde’s eye was the view count: most cammers had in the double digits ― 20 or 30 viewers. Every once in a while he’d catch a particularly popular cammer and see a few hundred but it had never exceeded 200. So the live view count, the number of people watching them at that exact moment, was currently displayed on redlove’s stream link had him baffled.

Edging on 800 viewers. Sitting at 782.

It was clear the two of you were immensely popular. There had to be a good reason.

Curious and thoroughly intrigued, he tapped the screen of his phone to get into their stream.

It took a moment to buffer, all the activity with the chat making it lag a bit. When it finally finished loading, Bakugou felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. His cock was immediately hard, straining against his boxers.

It was clear the two of you had been streaming for a while, judging by the fucked out blissful look on your face. Sweat glistened on your skin in the illuminating light of your bedroom.

You were on your hands and knees, your redheaded boyfriend on his knees behind you on a messed up bed, a pillow nearby that Bakugou assumed had been used to prop your hips up at one point. Your hair was wrapped tightly in his fist, using it for leverage as he hammered his cock into what Bakugou could only imagine was an absolutely dripping wet cunt.

The sounds you made were downright sinful, your lips swollen from no doubt kissing and biting. The redhead grunted suddenly, jerking you up onto your knees so your back was pressed against his chest. Bakugou couldn’t resist reaching down to palm his aching cock, throbbing and painful from neglect.

Your boyfriend groaned, glancing at the camera, “Everyone’s got a good view of your little cunt now, huh?” he growled moving his grip from your hair to your throat, “You like that, I can feel you squeezing me at the thought of all these people watching your pussy stretch on my cock. You’re stuffed so fuckin’ full you can barely stand it, isn’t that right?”

Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. The4 dominance the redhead exuded rivaled his own and the way you so easily fell submissively to him was beautiful. There was so much trust in you ― knowing your boyfriend would take good care of you. Bakugou’s heart ached ever so slightly at the idea ― it was clear your relationship was a good one. It was something the pro hero would never hope to have himself.

You didn’t respond, your eyes rolling back in your head before closing. Your mouth was open, no sounds escaping due to the tight grip the redhead had on your throat. Your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, legs spread to let him fuck your hole with everything he had. Your weight was braced completely on him, your partner dutifully supporting your body as you let him have his way.

With his free hand, he palmed your breast, pinching your nipple harshly to make you keen. Bakugou felt his cock throb at the sound. It was so whiny, pathetic. You were so completely submissive and at the mercy of your boyfriend. And you were loving every second of it.

Bakugou couldn’t deny he enjoyed witnessing it himself.

Your cunt was stretched wide, the HD camera giving spectacular quality to the way your juices dripped down the length plunging into your body. It dripped off of his balls and down your thighs. So fucking messy.

The redhead’s cock was big, something Bakugou himself could even feel envious of despite his own well-endowed size. Your cunt was tight, no doubt requiring a good amount of preparation to take him. He wondered if you enjoyed the stinging burn of pain when you took the cock. The blonde made a mental note to check out your part streams later.

“Gonna...gonna cum,” you gasped, warning your boyfriend.

He scoffed, sounding annoyed, “Do it then. I don’t give a shit.”

“Please, can’t!” you sobbed, finally opening your eyes to look up at him. He wore a cocky grin, knowing your pleasure laid in his hands.

“Why?” he teased, abandoning his hold on your breast to travel down the soft skin of your stomach, pausing right above where you needed him, “You need me to touch your little clit, hm? Is that what it is?”

You nodded desperately, grinding your hips down every time he sunk his cock into you, hoping to get more than you were being given, “Please!”

“Alright,” he sighed, pressing a kiss against your temple. The gesture was oddly soft and intimate in comparison to the harsh, punishing pace of his cock, “You had a long day. I’ll be nice. You better thank me for making this greedy little cunt cum.”

Finally, his fingers reached your swollen clit. A couple practiced circles over the bud had you tumbling over the edge. Bakugou gripped his cock through the material of his boxers as he watched you tremble and moan as the redhead fucked you through the high.

Letting out a sob at the overstimulation when your boyfriend still didn’t stop when you came down, you choked out, “Th-Thank you!”

“Good girl,” your boyfriend grinned, letting you fall back into your original position with your face buried in the blankets. The redhead tossed his head back, gripping your hips as he fucked into you, chasing his own orgasm. He laid a few harsh slaps against your ass, making you whimper, flinching at the impact but not running from it. Bakugou could hear the sharp sound of his hand making contact with your skin. Now that you had cum, the redhead let himself go.

And he did. Your boyfriend let out a groan of pleasure, announcing his release. He didn’t pull out, pouring his hot cum into your overstimulated cunt.

Bakugou’s cock throbbed once, twice before he was spilling a load of hot cum into his boxers. The white cum oozed through the fibers as his thighs trembled.

When he came back to himself, he looked at the screen to find you had curled up on your side with a dreamy smile aimed at your boyfriend, Bakugou couldn’t help but smile at the screen at how cute you looked. He moved towards the camera with a grin, having already pulled out.

“Thanks for watchin’!” that was all he said before the screen went dark and bold white letters flashed over the screen that said ‘this stream has ended.’

Bakugou’s attention moved to the chat, checking to see what was being talked about.

The comment that caught his eye was, “Eijirou and ______ are literally the power couple of porn.”

Bakugou sighed. Eijirou and ______.

The names of his new favorite cam couple.

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