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[justhereforthecupcakes]

@rosie-tyler Funny you mention Daniel spitting.

I actually wrote a very dark and sad AU fic in which Daniel spits in Terry’s face during the infamous arm lock moment in the 5x05 fight scene… with tragic results.

I’ve decided to post it below. Please be warned there are VERY dark themes and TW subjects. Otherwise, I hope those who read enjoy.

Something You’ll Never Forget Series

Title: Something You’ll Never Forget (I Know I Won’t)

Pairing: Daniel LaRusso/Terry Silver

Disclaimer: do you really need one at this point, or do you honestly believe I own the franchise?…. Why yes I do, write any checks to me please!

Warnings: N/C, Sexual Assault, Physical Assault, Edging, Forced Orgasm, Obsession, Anti-Asian slur, Terry Silver is his own warning, in fact Terry Silver is flat out delulu

Summary: Daniel makes the mistake of telling Terry Silver to blow him. So he does.

“You really ought to be careful what you ask for, Danny Boy.”

Daniel lay on the floor, naked below the waist, trembling and giving broken little whimpers from both the assault and being kept on edge for the last 20 minutes by Terry’s mouth and hands. He was straining oh so beautifully against the silver silk scarf binding his hands behind his back.

His cock straining even more.

Terry was glad he decided against blindfolding him; it would have heightened the sensations for his boy, but seeing the conflicting emotions of shame and arousal in his expressive brown eyes was far more rewarding.

They had fought, ending with Terry trapping Daniel’s arms with his own, taunting him.

“You never had the strength, did you?”

“Blow me, asshole!” Daniel had spat out, before spitting in his face.

He also never did learn to watch his mouth…

He’d struggled at first, alternating between panic and anger, pleading and cursing at him to stop; then the tears followed. But eight minutes in, the anger and tears subsided as Daniel gave up fighting. Resigned to Terry’s ministrations, his breaths now coming in delicious little gasps, and moans.

He loved the fire in his boy, but Submission was a damn good look for him.

Terry’s pants were definitely much tighter than they were 20 minutes ago. He ignored it, though. That wasn’t exactly easy considering Daniel’s thighs were quivering in the most provocative manner — if he only knew just how badly Terry was tempted to take a bite of his inner thigh and truly mark him.

For now…

Daniel let out a choked moan as he massaged his balls, lips teasingly brushing over his cock.

Oh he was going to enjoy hearing his boy cry out in ecstasy when he finally let him come.

But not yet.

He would make him beg next time - and there would be a next time, giving Daniel this small taste has without a doubt ensured that.

Perhaps he’d even take a hand to his backside for his insolence, as adorable as it was. Administer blow after blow until his cheeks were glowing.. until he was deliciously squirming and writhing in his lap, begging for Terry’s forgiveness… for mercy…

But, he didn’t want to totally break him just yet. Breaking him too quickly would have him running or fighting him even harder.

He knew his boy — he’ll always be his boy, no matter how old he got — and he was a stubborn thing. Regardless of how many years had been lost between them, he knew not to rush him. Daniel would need time to accept his feelings if he was to come to him on his own.

Besides, this was meant to be a gift, an incentive, a little nudge in the right direction…

… Still, his boy did need a firm touch. He needed to learn.

And Terry just couldn’t help himself.

“Do you have any idea how you look right now?”

A gentle kiss to his swollen cock.

“Has it ever been this good with your wife?”

Daniel remained as stony-faced as he could manage in his position.

Admittedly, it was an unfair question to ask — and an irrelevant one.

The one that mattered…

“Has a man ever touched you like this before?”

Because he needed to know. And because he’d seen Lawrence and especially that sl**t-eyed Toguchi sniffing around his boy, like Daniel was a bitch in heat.

Well, he supposed, in a way, he is.

And Barnes… well, he got the message.

The grimace on Daniel’s face was enough to confirm he hadn’t. And the elation it brought him. It meant Terry would be his first in so many ways.

God, it meant he’d stayed faithful.

That alone earned Daniel his reward.

He grasped him tightly then, sealing his mouth over the head and giving him firm strokes; his other hand teasing his perineum — that did the trick.

Daniel let out a strangled cry, involuntarily thrusting his hips and himself further into Terry’s mouth. It wasn’t long until Daniel threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan as he came hard.

Watching him fall apart and completely come undone truly was a sight to behold. Something he’ll never forget.

And neither will Daniel.

Underneath the flush from his post-coital daze, he looks shellshocked.

Understandable; his boy had never experienced this kind of pleasure before.

Daniel was no doubt experiencing the full onslaught of the feelings and desires he had kept buried all these years, the ones Terry had just forced him to confront.

It was long overdue. Terry had accepted his feelings, and now it’s time for Daniel to do the same.

Time for Daniel to come back to where he belonged.

He gently takes his face in his hands and kisses him before he unties him and leaves; pocketing the silk scarf.

It won’t be long before he’ll finally have the pleasure of seeing what his beautiful boy will look like riding his cock.

Until then, the scarf that had touched Daniel’s beautiful hands was now wrapped around his cock. And he imagined his boy would feel just as smooth around him.

So he waited for his boy to come to him.

And waited.

But his boy never came.

No, the next knock on his door were two LAPD officers with a warrant for his arrest.

The charge: sexual assault of Daniel LaRusso.

He made bail, of course.

But to add insult to injury, he was almost immediately served with a Temporary Restraining Order barring any contact with Daniel and his family, and instructing him to stay a minimum distance of 100 feet away for the next 30 days.

How he managed to obtain one so quickly… The judge listed on the order was part of LaRusso’s little country club, no doubt.

He’d have her charged with collusion and disbarred.

GODDAMN LITTLE PRICK!

Even if he wasn’t convicted and placed on the sex offender list, the charges alone would severely hamper, if not totally derail his plans.

LaRusso, you little bastard… you fucking tease!

He planned this.

Somehow he’d planned this and once again Terry had underestimated him.

He would have given him the world.

Okay, Danny Boy. Okay.

Now the real pain begins.

Title: Breathe

Sequel to: Something You’ll Never Forget (I Know I Won’t)

Pairing: Daniel LaRusso/Terry Silver

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS, murder, strangulation, rape, stalking, obsession, suicide, Terry Silver is his own warning, in fact Terry Silver is flat out delulu

Summary: After the events of “Something You’ll Never Forget (I Know I Won’t),” Terry makes bail… and now… the real pain begins.

He wept softly as he rocked Daniel’s too still body in his arms…

He understood, too late, his boy simply wanted to know if he mattered more to him than Cobra Kai.

This had been a test to see if he would choose what mattered most, and he’d failed.

He’d been waiting for him at Miyagi-Do.

He just wanted to… he doesn’t know… but he needed Daniel to know.

Terry needed Daniel to know that for all the things he’d ever experienced… Viet Nam… the fear… the trauma…

Never had he experienced heartbreak like that at the hands of Daniel LaRusso.

His Danny Boy…

There were moments he was sure Daniel was pure Cobra, more than he or Kreese ever were.

He thought he’d never been more sure than the moment he learned what his boy was capable of: Orchestrating his arrest, the restraining order… setting everything he had worked to rebuild to burn to ash once more.

All of his patience and planning… all his years of therapy… gone with one look from his boy… a single threat of walking away…

But when he came out of the shadows, and Daniel jumped back, and ordered him to leave — screamed for him to get out.

Out of nowhere his anger dissipated; instead, Terry broke down and fell to his knees, grabbing Daniel around his waist, begging him… “don’t make me go, don’t push me away, please”…. never had he willingly shown such weakness and vulnerability in his life…

… and still Daniel tried pulling away… panicking and screaming and tripping them both to the ground with Terry on top of his back…

“DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T TOUCH ME!”

The cruelty in his boy.

And, God help him, his anger has returned and turned into an all consuming rage. All he could think was how much he wanted him to hurt! To make him suffer for the way he had deliberately made Terry suffer, and break him for it.

Because Terry was suffocating and he couldn’t breathe…

So he wouldn’t breathe…

He wound the silver scarf around the swanlike throat and pulled tight… tighter…

"Terr—" he'd choked out, before his eyes rolled back and he finally went still under him.

And he was done waiting, done drawing this out. No, this was pleasure for Terry and pain for Daniel.

“I told you not to play with fire,” he voice shook in fury, as he undid his belt and pants, before roughly yanking down Daniel’s, “didn’t I?”

He took one moment to appreciate the enticing view, smoothing a hand over the cheeks he could only dream about over the decades; now a reality in front of him. Any ounce of regret he might have felt at their first time ruined by fury and blood was overtaken and consumed by that decades old darkness that had been caged too long.

There was no going back.

He took that one moment before spitting into his palm, and greasing his cock with the barest amount, because he didn’t deserve lube… he deserved every second of the torture he was about to endure…

And he shoved in, uncaring of the damage to delicate flesh and the blood that followed — satisfied even.

“You used me!” thrust “You used me for a trophy” thrust “and then walked away” thrust “without a backward” thrust “glance!”

His hands yanked upward on the silk material, pulling the scarf tighter, while pushing down between Daniel’s shoulders blades. Daniel couldn’t cry out, could barely breathe, body twitching in agony; didn’t matter - he knew he was in excruciating pain, while he was in utter bliss.

He was so very right after all… his boy was as smooth as silk on the inside… Smooth as velvet… He never knew people actually saw stars when they came.

He let his breathing come back under control… but his hands… were still pulling on the scarf around his boy…

… who was laying too still…

NO.

He jerked his hands away from the scarf and turned his form onto his back, and frantically tried to give the breath he'd stolen from him back… mouth-to-mouth… chest compressions… mouth-to-mouth… chest compressions…

BREATHE!

God, Danny - sweetheart - please breathe…

He tried listening for a heartbeat, but the horrible wail that tore from him drowned out the sound that wasn’t there.

He simply dragged his boy up into his arms, silently crying as he rocked him, whispering apologies and begging forgiveness to unhearing ears.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there, doesn’t know how long it was before he was discovered by Lawrence, Toguchi and (regrettably) Daniel’s children.

He knows their presence is the only reason he woke up in a hospital three days later, miraculously still alive… in pain (though it would never come close to what he felt when Daniel’s body was ripped away from his arms)… but he was still alive…

Just another regret.

A regret he remedied when he plead guilty, and requested the death penalty. He’s not the first convicted murderer in history to do so; but it still sent shockwaves through the Valley.

But he didn’t do this out of any sense of nobility… not even because he deserved to die for what he did… no, again he was selfish - he did this to see his boy that much sooner.

The only solace he had found through this tragedy was when he belatedly realized that his name was the last thing the love of his life ever breathed.

And so he was sentenced to death by lethal injection.

But he was given a surprise visit by Samantha on the day of his execution.

She didn’t want his apologies, she wanted to know why.

“Nothing I could tell you would ever make sense, nor should it. All I can tell you is that I wanted to believe I could change. I tried to pretend I wasn’t a monster, but I am. And your father… despite what I’ve done, I love him.”

And he loved me.

But he left that unspoken. She would never accept that. Never be ready for that.

Like father, like daughter.

Predictably she reacted in shock and denial, but he held her gaze and allowed her to see the naked and undeniable truth from him. The rage was still there, but so too was the quiet realization and acceptance of his admission.

“I’ve never felt more pain than the moment I realized what I’d done. I’ll never forgive myself for it.

“You don’t have to forgive me. But, Samantha — don’t let this consume you or your family like it did me.

“For over 30 years I’ve thought of nothing else but all the ways my life could have been different if I had just made a different choice - the right choice. I wanted something beautiful, and I had the chance to have a future with him… but now, if I could go back and change everything, I’d go back to the start of it all… and I’d kill Kreese. And me.”

That surprised her.

“So that you, your dad, and your family could live a happy life. Safe.”

She sat, unsure of how to take that. “But you can’t.”

“No,” he admitted, “But you will be safe from now on, Samantha. I’ll be going soon, and I’m taking Cobra Kai with me. It’s already done. It’s only a matter of time - they just don’t know it. And one day, you and your family can stop looking over your shoulder. It’s the one unselfish thing I can do.”

He watched her, the daughter they never had, leave knowing she would be safe.

He briefly wondered what she would do with the money he was leaving her and her brother… how she would react when they discovered they were among the beneficiaries, but no point in dwelling.

And when the guard came for him, he didn’t cry, he didn’t have second thoughts, he did not beg for mercy. Not even as they strapped him down. Not even when they inserted the I.V.

This was Mercy, unintentional as it were.

Daniel was waiting for him on the other side.

And he would find in death what he could not find in life — Love.

He was still smiling as they depressed the plunger.

Title: The Roots Are Strong

Sequel: Breathe (Third in the Something You’ll Never Forget series)

Pairing: Daniel LaRusso/Terry Silver

Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Terry Silver, Johnny Lawrence, Samantha LaRusso, Anthony LaRusso, Amanda LaRusso, Miguel Diaz, Carmen Diaz, Robby Keene, John Kreese, Kim De Eun, Chozen Toguchi, Mike Barnes.

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS, death penalty, references to murder both past and present

Summary: Terry is executed, and everyone deals with the aftermath.

Samantha was curled next to Miguel on the couch, Anthony passed out on the other side of her, his head on her lap and a protective hand on his shoulder. He had progressively grown even thinner over the last six months.

Even Johnny had tried to get him to eat more — couldn’t help it. Kid was starting to look as skinny as his dad during his pencil thin days of high school… Always had to fight the urge to shove a sandwich down the little twerp’s throat back then.

Amanda had seemed to age ten years. A heavily pregnant Carmen was by her side doing her best to provide comfort.

The rest of Miyagi-Do/Eagle Fang were scattered about, keeping watch. Standing guard.

It was happening. Right now.

Johnny, Mike, and Chozen were present to make sure the bastard was dead and gone. No tricks this time.

And Robby.

There was no stopping him.

“He was there for me and I stabbed him in the back - I never even got to apologize… I need to be there. I need to see that asshole pay. He’s the reason for all of it.”

Johnny nodded.

“Ok, you’re 18 now. You can decide. But if it gets to be too much, then we’re out. No judgment. And no questions. Ok?”

It was incredibly anti-climatic.

But the son-of-a-bitch still died smiling.

Whatever. Hell will wipe it off his face the second he lands there.

They switched off the monitor once he’d flatlined and closed the curtain.

And that was that.

Afterwards, everyone departed, and it felt like a fucked up version of everyone walking out of a Sunday matinee.

Show’s over… time to go home…

But the son-of-a-bitch was gone.

That was one down as far as Johnny was concerned. There was still a fight left for what remained of Cobra Kai and Kim Da-Eun.

Or so he had thought.

Their demise had been anticlimactic as well.

Kreese met his end in prison the day of Silver’s execution.

A shank to the jugular and no one was talking.

No one cared.

With Kreese and Silver gone, Kim Da Eun had simply packed up and left.

If she planned to continue her grandfather’s legacy, it wouldn’t be in the Valley. And that’s all that mattered.

When Silver’s lawyer reached out the day after his execution, all of them were prepared for a battle beyond the grave. Something they should have seen coming.

No one expected he’d named Johnny and the LaRusso kids among the beneficiaries of his will.

They still expected some kind of trap. A deal with the devil. Maybe a cursed rabbit’s foot or something.

“To Samantha LaRusso and Anthony LaRusso, daughter and son of Daniel LaRusso, I leave a total sum of $200 million dollars to be split equally between both parties.”

He hadn’t counted on Anthony being the one to explode. He had been so quiet and shut down the whole time. But they all knew it was coming sooner or later.

He popped out his chair and almost up ended the desk before Johnny and Chozen were able to subdue him.

“Does he think money can fix this?! NO! I don’t want his goddamn money. I want my dad back!”

Amanda and Chozen had ushered him and Samantha out of the office.

“To John Lawrence, I leave in its entirety the title and brand ownership of Cobra Kai, LLC, to include its dojos—“

The rest he’d left to various charities and anti-bullying organizations, blah blah blah.

Douche.

In the end, they had each taken the inheritance.

Sam and Anthony had no clue where to go from here, though.

But Cobra Kai was now officially his. He knew what had to be done.

He’d retired the moniker and sold most of the dojos — there’d been a lot. He made a decent sized fortune, more than enough to secure a house — a real house — for his family, close enough to the LaRussos… he could afford to send all three of the kids to college if that’s the route they took...

Cobra Kai was gone.

And in its place stood Miyagi-Do — now officially co-owned by Chozen, Sam and Anthony, with Amanda acting as trustee until they reached 18; and with Johnny and Chozen as head instructors.

Carmen and Shannon managing the finances and accounts.

Finally.

The head of the snake had been cut off.

It was over.

For Cobra Kai. For Kreese. For Silver.

For Daniel.

But Miyagi-Do would live on, and be here long after they were gone.

All of them were going to be okay.

Because the roots are strong, so the tree will survive.

A/N: Terry did NOT see Daniel when he passed over. Nope. He woke up in his own Hell Loop losing the 85 tournament and watching Daniel walk away, smiling, over and over and over…

oh, sex? actually, can you just beat me up homoerotically so i can go home and jerk off about it later?

[uglygirltrying]

insecure princess!reader x barbarian!ghost cw: angst, brief sexual mentions, bad writing, confusing ghost insecure princess!reader who has never had any suitors. her sisters overshadow her. her mother pities her, afraid that her daughter will never marry.

fortunately, due to an alliance that her father has made, she finally marries. he's a barbaric prince, shameless and perverted. mean and scary.

princess!reader who tries her best to make love kindle between them, to live the fantasy that she's always had. she rubs lavender oil on her neck, tugs one of her nightgowns straps down her shoulder, to be desirable like the women in paintings. her lady-in-waiting helps her make her hair silky, and her dresses pleasing to the eye. but you can't put lipstick on a pig.

the prince only has her from the back. it's a relief that he wants to make love to her, but at the same time it breaks her heart. she wants to have a face that he wants to look at.

the princess' anxiety only worsens when she notices that the prince's older brother keeps looking at her. she's not used to attention from men, she doesn't know how to interpret it. he might want to hurt her, show everyone just how disgusting she is. or maybe he laughs with his mates about her, just like everyone else. or maybe... he likes the look of her, maybe he'd like to tug her nightgown down and have her chest to chest. it's a stupid thought, she shouldn't entertain them and embarrass herself. and he's her husbands brother!! it's wrong!

then, one night during a feast, her husband's drunk antics drive her to walk away. she wanders the dark hallways of the castle, moonlight and candlelight illuminating the paintings on the walls.

the princess stops to look out of a window, a lone tear running down her cheek. it's an unending weight on her shoulder. she hates the presence of other princess', the prettier princess', they only remind her of what she isn't. knights don't fight for her, artists don't paint her beauty, and princes don't ask her to dance at balls.

a noise makes her jump out of her thoughts, she whips her head around to look down at the hallway. it's him. her husband's brother, ghost. he stands few feet away from the princess, looking her up and down.

"c'mon," he urges, his voice deep and rough. ghost nods, gesturing down the corridor, to the feast. before the princess can even respond, he has already turned around and began to walk back. but she doesn't follow.

the princess stays in place, looking down at the floor as she sniffles. why should she go back there? they don't want her there. the man in armor turns back around when he doesn't hear the princess following after him. ghost lets out a sigh, as he hears her sniffle. with couple of steps, he's standing in front of her.

"why do you cry, princess?" he mutters, reaching up and gently holding her cheek in his scarred hand.

"i hate him..." it's a silent whisper, lost to the silence of the cold castle. her face twists as she fights against more tears.

"walls have ears, and they will twist your words into treason," ghost says firmly, shutting the girl up before she can be her own doom. his thumb run over the bottom of her eye, wiping up the tears that spill. ghost sighs and leans down, pressing a small kiss between her eyebrows.

"sweet princess, you need to return to the feast... i cannot take you away tonight," he whispers huskily.

"take me away...?" she repeats, even quieter, her brows knitted in confusion.

"if i killed him, i could claim you for myself," ghost murmurs. he looks down at her, letting the princess ingest his words.

her eyes are wide in shock. kill? for her? that is the most romantic thing she's ever heard. is this what courting is? if so, then she only wants more of it. she can't tell if he's mocking her, but there's something in his voice that makes her stomach stir with excitement. the wine in his breath makes her consider for a moment that he's messing with her, but she also wants to enjoy the attention.

"h-how would you take his life?" the girl straightens her back, trying to sound more confident.

"i would slit his throat, as easy as slicing a warm pie," ghost says it as if it's nothing, his running along her cheek. "i could take you far away, we would live in a house by the sea and you could wear pretty dresses for only me to see."

her breath hitches, feeling that flutter in her stomach. jesus christ. her hands clutch onto her cute little dress as she squeezes her thighs together. now she regrets giving her virginity to that twig, when a man like this could've had it, a man who truly deserves her purity.

"now be a smart girl and return to the feast." ghost murmurs and turns to walk back to the feast.

what?

she quickly reaches forward, desperately clinging onto the man's arm, to keep him there. if she let's go now, he might just come across a wench or two and change his mind. "b-but you said that-!" she stammers, utterly confused by the change in the air. there's no one there for her. no one who she's welcome to. her heart aches. she thought that this prince wanted her. what did she do wrong? ghost scoffs, gently prying the girls hands off his forearm. "you think it’ll be like a story, a hero slaying the villain and sweeping the princess off her feet. but this is real life," his tone is suddenly colder, more detached. “you’re chasing something that will never be yours.”

her hands stay in the air for a moment when he pulls away from her, reluctant to let go. his words sting, dig in deep and leave a pit for her to collapse in. her hands fall down and settle over her stomach as she fidgets with them.

she opens her mouth to say something, but the words escape her. it all changed so fast. some wench must've bewitched him, taken him from her. why can't she have anything, not even a man who wants her?

he looks at her again, his gaze intense, unflinching. his expression hardens, though there’s still a part of him that almost looks regretful. and then, he just walks away.

the princess can do nothing else than stand in place and hold back tears. she's alone again. the moonlight makes her shaking hands look blue. did she misunderstand? did she wrongly assume the meaning of his words? or was she just so naive?

it hurts to think, and the thoughts themselves hurt even more. it'd better if she just went to bed. ------------------------------------

inspired by the fact that i'm ugly and never had a boyfriend

[thequeenofneverland1]

Hwang In-ho/Frontman////The Frontman's Secret

Anonymous request: Hi can you write a imagine for Hwang In-ho thanks

Warnings: Violence, Deaths, Trauma, Betrayal, Paranoia, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Emotional Distress and spoiler alert 🚨 

You and the players are gathered around sitting down, sharing a rare moment of calm amid the chaos. The tension of survival has made every bite of food feel like a luxury. Laughter and hushed conversations weave through the air, but you’re mostly focused on Jung-bae. You’ve always respected him for his calm demeanor and resourcefulness, so when he leans in slightly, his tone quieter and more serious, your attention shifts entirely to him.

“Y/n,” Jung-bae begins, his voice soft but deliberate, his eyes carrying a weight that immediately makes your chest tighten. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. You remind me of my own daughter. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’ve started seeing you as one, too. And because of that, I feel like I need to tell you something. About Young-il.”

At the mention of Young-il, your boyfriend, your heart skips a beat. The edges of your vision seem to blur as you focus entirely on Jung-bae’s expression. There’s something there hesitation, fear maybe, but mostly guilt. He lowers his voice even more, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening.

“You remember the Mingle game, right? When it came down to two players in each room?”

You nod, your mind racing as you recall the chaos of that day. The screams, the betrayals, the cold calculation it took to survive.

“Well…” Jung-bae exhales sharply, like he’s trying to summon the courage to say the words. “Me and him..Me and Young-il. we ended up in the same room. There was already another player in there when we got there, and…”

He falters, looking at you with an expression that’s equal parts regret and urgency. “Y/n, he—”

“Jung-bae,” a firm, familiar voice interrupts. You turn to see Young-il standing there, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowed in that way that sends a chill down your spine. He’s always had a knack for commanding attention, but there’s something different about him now something darker.

“Am I interrupting something?” Young-il’s voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it, like he knows exactly what Jung-bae was about to say. His gaze shifts between the two of you, lingering on Jung-bae just a little too long.

Jung-bae straightens, his expression carefully neutral. “No, we were just—”

“I don’t think Y/n needs to hear any unnecessary stories,” Young-il cuts him off, his tone final. He moves closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. The gesture feels possessive rather than protective, and it takes everything in you not to recoil.

You glance back at Jung-bae, whose jaw is clenched tight, his eyes darting between you and Young-il. There’s something he wants to say, you can see it in the way his lips part slightly, but he doesn’t. The room feels suffocating now, the earlier camaraderie all but gone.

“I think we should all get some rest,” Young-il says, his voice softer now, directed at you. “It’s been a long day.”

You nod slowly, even as unease twists in your stomach. Young-il hand lingers on your shoulder a moment too long before he turns and walks away.

As he disappears into the shadows, you look back at Jung-bae. He’s still sitting there, his eyes filled with frustration and a silent apology. You don’t know what he was going to say about Young-il, but now, more than ever, you feel like you need to find out.

Later that night, you find yourself sitting on one of the worn-out beds with Young-il. The dim light overhead casts long shadows across the room, and the silence is heavy, broken only by the faint sounds of other players shifting or murmuring in their sleep.

He sits next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his presence, but his body language is off. His arms are crossed loosely, and his gaze is distant, staring at a spot on the floor as though it holds some deep secret.

You study him for a moment, your mind replaying Jung-bae’s unfinished words over and over again. You’ve tried to push it aside, tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, but the unease refuses to leave you. Finally, you can’t hold back any longer.

“Young-il,” you begin softly, your voice cutting through the quiet. He turns his head slightly, looking at you with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“What is it?” he asks, his tone calm and gentle, but there’s something underneath it a tension you can’t ignore.

You hesitate, feeling a lump form in your throat, but you push through it. “Did… did something happen in that room? During the Mingle game?”

The question hangs in the air like a heavy cloud. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, his face unreadable. Then, he exhales a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“Y/n, where is this coming from?” he asks, turning his body slightly to face you. “Why would you ask me something like that?”

You look down at your hands, twisting them nervously in your lap. “Jung-bae said something earlier. He started to tell me about what happened when you two were in the same room, but…” You glance up at him, searching his face for any sign of the truth. “He didn’t get to finish.”

Young-il leans back slightly, his expression softening, but his eyes remain sharp. “Jung-bae talks too much,” he says lightly, his tone laced with an edge of annoyance. “Nothing happened in that room, Y/n. You know how these games are people are always looking for someone to blame, always trying to stir up doubts.”

“But—”

“Y/n,” he interrupts, reaching out to take your hands in his. His grip is firm but not unkind, and his eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes it hard to look away. “I wouldn’t lie to you. I care about you more than anything. You know that, right?”

You nod slowly, but the knot in your stomach only tightens. His words should comfort you, but instead, they feel rehearsed, like he’s trying too hard to convince you.

“I just… I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” you say quietly, your voice trembling slightly.

He leans closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “There’s nothing to tell,” he whispers. “I promise you.”

For a moment, you let yourself believe him. You want to believe him. But as you sit there, his hands holding yours, the shadows in the room seem to grow darker, and the doubt in your heart refuses to fade.

The following morning, the air is heavy with unspoken tension as the group prepares for whatever the next challenge might bring. Everyone moves with a quiet urgency, the weight of the games pressing down on them. Jung-bae sits on the floor near Gi-hun, pretending to sharpen a makeshift tool. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if he’s buying himself time to gather his thoughts.

Gi-hun notices his demeanor and frowns slightly. “You’ve been quiet this morning,” he remarks, sitting down beside Jung-bae. “Something on your mind?”

Jung-bae doesn’t respond immediately. He keeps his focus on the tool in his hands, his expression distant. Finally, he exhales deeply and sets the tool aside, turning to face Gi-hun.

“Gi-hun,” Jung-bae begins, his tone unusually serious. “I need to ask you for a favor.”

Gi-hun’s brows furrow. “A favor? What kind of favor?”

Jung-bae leans in closer, lowering his voice so only Gi-hun can hear. “I want you to promise me something. If anything happens to me. if I don’t make it through this game. I need you to take care of Y/n. And not just her. everyone in our group. But especially Y/n.”

The words hit Gi-hun like a punch to the gut. He stares at Jung-bae, searching his face for an explanation. “What are you talking about? Why would you say that? Are you… are you planning something?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Jung-bae says quickly, shaking his head. “I just… I need to know that she’ll be safe. That someone will look out for her.”

Gi-hun narrows his eyes, his suspicion growing. “Why are you talking like this, Jung-bae? You’re not making sense. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jung-bae insists, though the tension in his voice betrays him. He looks away, his jaw tightening. “I just… I’ve been thinking a lot about what it takes to survive here. The things we’ve had to do. The things we might have to do.”

Gi-hun crosses his arms, still unconvinced. “This isn’t like you. What’s really going on?”

Jung-bae hesitates, his hands clenching into fists on his lap. For a brief moment, it looks like he might say something more, but then he shakes his head again. “It’s nothing. Just… promise me, okay? If I’m not here, you’ll look after her.”

“Jung-bae…”Gi-hun begins, but the older man cuts him off.

“Promise me,” Jung-bae repeats, his voice firm, his eyes pleading.

Gi-hun sighs, the weight of the request settling heavily on his shoulders. “Alright,” he says reluctantly. “I promise. But you’re going to have to tell me what this is really about sooner or later.”

Jung-bae gives him a faint smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks, Gi-hun. That means a lot.”

As Gi-hun watches Jung-bae stand and walk away, his concern only deepens. There’s something Jung-bae isn’t telling him, something important. And though he doesn’t press the issue now, he makes a silent vow to find out what it is.

Later that day, you’re sitting with Young-ll in the dimly lit at the dormitory, trying to distract yourself from the weight of the competition. The two of you exchange light conversation, your laughter quiet but genuine small moments of humanity in a place that feels anything but human.

“You know,” Young-ll says, leaning back against the wall, “I was never much of a team player before all this. Guess this place has a way of forcing you to see people differently.”

You nod, resting your chin on your knees. “Yeah. It’s funny how survival makes you care about people you probably wouldn’t even notice outside of here.”

Young-ll chuckles softly, but his smile fades as his gaze shifts to something or someone behind you. You follow his line of sight and see Gi-hun approaching, his expression as serious as ever. He looks like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Y/n, Young-ll,” Gi-hun greets, sitting down next to you. He glances between the two of you before settling his gaze on you. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Jung-bae’s been acting really weird lately.”

You open your mouth to respond, but Young-ll speaks first, his tone casual but with an edge of defensiveness. “He’s just nervous,” Young-ll says, shrugging. “The games are getting down to the wire, and everyone’s feeling the pressure. It’s normal.”

Gi-hun frowns, clearly not convinced. “It’s more than that. He’s been avoiding people, staying quiet, and the way he talks. it’s like he’s expecting something bad to happen. Like he’s preparing for it.”

Young-ll leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Can you blame him? These games mess with your head. Everyone’s scared, everyone’s paranoid. Jung-bae’s probably just dealing with it in his own way.”

You glance between the two men, sensing the tension in their voices. “Maybe we’re all just overthinking it,” you suggest cautiously, though you can’t ignore the knot of unease forming in your stomach.

Gi-hu looks at you, his brow furrowed. “Maybe. But if something’s going on, we need to know about it. We’re supposed to be a team, and if someone’s hiding something—”

“Gi-hun,” Young-ll interrupts, his tone firmer now. “Drop it, alright? Jung-bae’s fine. He’s been looking out for us since the beginning. Don’t start questioning him now just because he’s a little on edge.”

GI-hun opens his mouth to argue, but then he stops, exhaling sharply. “Fine,” he mutters, leaning back against the wall. “But I’m keeping an eye on him. Just in case.”

Young-ll shakes his head, giving you a quick glance and a reassuring smile. “He’s overthinking it,” he says softly, as if to put you at ease. “Jung-bae’s just nervous, like I said. No need to worry.”

But even as he says it, you can’t help but notice the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. It’s brief, barely noticeable, but it’s enough to make you wonder if Young-ll truly believes his own words or if he’s just trying to convince himself.

As Gi-hun stands, brushing off his knees and heading toward the rest of the group, you and Young-ll sit quietly, watching his retreating figure. His concern about Jung-bae lingers in your mind, intertwining with your own growing doubts. The atmosphere feels heavier than before, the unspoken questions filling the silence between you and Young-ll.

You glance over at him, studying his profile. His expression is calm, maybe too calm, as if he’s deliberately masking something. The way he dismissed Gi-hun concerns earlier had been convincing, but now, in the quiet, you wonder if there’s more to it.

“Young-ll,” you begin softly, breaking the silence. He turns his head slightly to look at you, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yeah?” he asks, his voice casual, though his eyes betray a flicker of something guarded.

You hesitate for a moment, then press on. “Are you sure there’s nothing going on? Between you and Jung-bae, or… just in general? If there’s something you’re not telling me, I’d rather know.”

Young-ll’s expression hardens for a fraction of a second before he forces a smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re worrying too much, Y/n,” he says, his tone light but firm. “Jung-bae’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

You narrow your eyes at him, unwilling to let it drop. “Young-ll, please. I can tell when someone’s holding back. If there’s something I should know, just tell me. I can handle it.”

For a moment, he doesn’t respond, his gaze shifting past you as though he’s trying to find an escape. The silence stretches, heavy and uncertain, until he finally meets your eyes again. But instead of answering, he leans in without warning, his hand cupping the back of your neck as his lips press against yours.

The kiss is sudden, catching you completely off guard. Your heart pounds in your chest, and for a moment, the world seems to blur, the weight of the games and all your questions momentarily falling away. His touch is warm, his presence grounding, and yet there’s something desperate about the way he holds you. like he’s trying to distract you, to keep you from asking any more questions.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes search yours, his expression a mix of longing and something you can’t quite place fear, maybe, or regret.

“You don’t need to worry, Y/n,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just trust me.”

But as he pulls away completely, the doubt in your chest only deepens. His kiss may have silenced your questions for the moment, but it hasn’t erased them. If anything, it’s only made you more certain that Young-ll is hiding something. And you’re determined to find out what it is.

The tension in the air is palpable as you and Young-ll sit together in the dimly lit corner of the room, the quiet hum of the environment only accentuating the weight of the conversation unfolding between you two. The games have worn on you both, the stakes getting higher with every challenge, and despite the exhaustion weighing on your shoulders, there’s a shared silence that speaks volumes.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you ask the question that’s been gnawing at you. “What do you think happens if we actually make it out of here? If we survive and manage to get out of this hellhole… what happens then? Do you think we’ll be able to go back to some kind of normal life?”

Young-ll shifts next to you, his expression thoughtful. His eyes seem far away, almost like he’s not truly seeing you as he focuses on something in the distance. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he speaks, his voice low, almost hesitant.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly. “Part of me wants to believe we could go back to normal, that we could forget this place and pretend like none of it ever happened. But I think we both know it’s impossible. After everything we’ve been through, after the choices we’ve made, nothing can ever be the same again.”

You nod slowly, feeling the truth in his words. The games, the violence, the way everyone around you has changed. it’s left its mark. Even if you made it out alive, you wonder if you could ever truly find peace again.

“Yeah,” you murmur, looking at him, your voice tinged with uncertainty. “But even if everything’s different, I don’t want this to be the end of it. I don’t want this to be the last chapter. I want to rebuild something… whatever that might look like. After all this, I just want to try to find some kind of peace.”

Young-ll turns to you, his eyes softer now, more intense, and there’s a kind of vulnerability in them that you haven’t seen before. His gaze locks with yours, and suddenly, everything feels a little too close, too personal.

“You’re not hearing me, Y/n,” he says, his voice deep and firm, the words more urgent than before. “I don’t care about ‘normal.’ I don’t care about rebuilding a life that doesn’t make sense anymore. What I care about… is you. No matter what happens, no matter where this game leads us, no matter what we face once we get out of here, I need you to promise me something.”

Your breath catches at his intensity. Something in his words feels different, like there’s more hidden beneath the surface than he’s letting on. The air between you thickens, and you feel the weight of the moment press against your chest.

“What is it?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

Young-ll leans in just a little closer, his hand reaching for yours, fingers brushing softly against your skin. His eyes are full of something you can’t quite place something you don’t want to understand just yet.

“Promise me,” he says quietly, his voice barely a whisper, “that you’ll be with me. No matter what happens, wherever I go, I need you by my side. Promise me you’ll stay with me, Y/n.”

The sincerity in his voice hits you hard, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades into the background. His plea feels genuine, raw, and you find yourself drawn to him in a way that almost scares you. He’s asking for more than just companionship; he’s asking for loyalty, for a bond that might be impossible to break.

“I promise,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I’ll be with you. No matter what happens.”

What you don’t know, what he hasn’t told you, is that his request is not just a plea for partnership. It’s a plea for something darker, something far beyond the world you thought you understood. Young-ll isn’t just asking you to stay with him in the aftermath of the games. He’s asking you to join him in something much more dangerous something he’s already deeply entrenched in.

In the shadows of this twisted game, Young-ll is not just a player. He is the frontman the key figure in the organization behind the games. His role isn’t just to survive; it’s to control, to lead, to maintain the structure of the very system you’ve been fighting against. But this isn’t what he wants to offer you.

Deep down, he does care for you. Despite everything, despite the ruthless nature of his role, he loves you in a way he never thought he could love anyone. He’s seen the horrors of the game, the choices it’s forced him to make, but when it comes to you, he’s different. He wants to pull you into his world, but not just because it’s all he knows. He wants to protect you, to make you part of his life, part of the future he’s building one that, for better or worse, will never be ordinary again.

As you sit there, your hand in his, promising to stand by his side, he feels a surge of hope mixed with a deep sense of regret. The life he’s built, the world he’s a part of, isn’t one you can easily escape. But he’s determined to bring you into it, hoping against hope that love can somehow change things.

And as the promise hangs between you two, neither of you knows what the future holds, but for the first time in a long while, you both dare to believe that, together, you might just survive whatever comes next.

The night has grown quieter, the dim light casting long shadows across the room as you and Young-ll finally rejoin the rest of the group. You both had stepped away earlier to talk, the weight of the conversation still heavy on your shoulders, but now, you find yourself swept back into the rhythm of the group. Despite everything that’s happened the tension, the games, the unknown future there’s a strange comfort in being surrounded by familiar faces, even if only for a moment.

As you sit down, the laughter of your friends fills the air, the conversation shifting to lighter topics, even though the uncertainty of the situation looms in the background. Hyun-ju, ever the bubbly one, leans forward, a teasing smile on her face as she looks from you to Young-ll.

“So,” she says, her voice playful yet genuine. “When are you two getting married?” Her words hang in the air, and for a second, it feels like the room goes quiet, all eyes now on you and Young-ll.

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden question, and Young-ll chuckles lightly, looking a little more amused than you expected. “Marriage?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “We’re not even out of here yet. Isn’t it a little early to be talking about that?”

Hyun-ju laughs, clearly not taking the question too seriously. “I mean, if you two end up making it out of here alive, it seems like a good reason to celebrate, right? Maybe it’s better to plan ahead in case we don’t make it. If you’re going to get married, though, you should invite everyone here. You can’t leave us out of it!”

The suggestion is lighthearted, almost playful, but there’s something in the way she says it that makes the conversation feel more real than it should. It’s as though, for just a moment, the horrors of the games and the looming danger that surrounds you all are forgotten in favor of something that resembles normalcy something that feels far away from this nightmarish reality.

You glance at Young-ll, unsure of how to respond, but before you can find your words, Jung-bae, who has been sitting quietly nearby, suddenly coughs loudly. His eyes flicker nervously toward the floor as he shifts uncomfortably on floor, as though the conversation had caught him off guard.

The atmosphere shifts almost imperceptibly, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. You can sense that something is off with Jung-bae, his unease palpable. His gaze lingers on the group for a moment longer than necessary, his hand gripping the edge of the table in a way that suggests he’s trying to stay calm, but there’s a tension in his posture.

Hyun-ju, unaware of the sudden shift in energy, continues to smile, waiting for a response, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Jung-bae’s discomfort. He hasn’t spoken much since you and Young-ll returned, and you can’t help but wonder if his reaction is tied to something deeper.

You glance back at Jung-bae, your mind racing as you recall his earlier words. He had tried to warn you about something involving Young-ll something that happened in that room but he never finished the conversation. He had been interrupted by Young-il, and you still haven’t gotten the full story. The anxiety building in his chest now seems to speak volumes.

The room, which had been filled with lighthearted chatter only moments before, suddenly feels heavy. The playful banter around marriage, which was supposed to lift your spirits, only makes everything seem more fragile more uncertain. Jung-bae’s cough had broken the moment, but it also revealed the thinly veiled tension between the group, the underlying secrets that have yet to come to light.

You exchange a glance with Young-ll, who seems unfazed by the playful teasing, but there’s a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. his expression still relaxed, but you sense that, like you, he knows something isn’t quite right.

Hyun-ju, still waiting for an answer, leans forward, eyes glinting with curiosity. “Come on, you two. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. You could be the first to escape and get married. Maybe we could have a big celebration once we’re all out of here if you both want that, of course.”

The room goes quiet again as her words linger in the air. The awkwardness thickens, and you wonder if the playful remark has touched on something deeper that no one is ready to talk about. Jung-bae’s fidgeting only amplifies your suspicion. Something is clearly bothering him, but he doesn’t seem ready to share.

You turn your attention back to Young-ll, who’s still sitting beside you, a small, thoughtful smile playing at the edges of his lips. His calm demeanor is a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts in your head. But as you meet his gaze, you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on if he’s hiding something from the group, something that ties back to Jung-bae’s strange behavior.

But before you can say anything more, Gi-hun, who’s been silent until now, clears his throat, looking at Jung-bae with a concerned frown. “You okay, Jung-bae?” he asks. “You’re looking a little off tonight. Did something happen?”

Jung-bae freezes, his eyes darting around the group as though looking for an escape. His lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, he seems to hesitate before responding. But all he says is, “I’m fine. Just tired. I think we all need rest, that’s all.”

His words, though spoken with an air of finality, don’t seem to convince anyone. The tension is thick now, and though Hyun-ju tries to keep the mood light by continuing to joke about the hypothetical wedding, it’s clear that something deeper is at play something that none of you are ready to face.

As the conversation dies down, you sit back, quietly processing everything. The uncertainty of the future, the unease you feel from Jung-bae, and the unspoken tension between you and Young-ll. Despite the lightheartedness that’s returned to the group’s banter, you know that what’s truly happening beneath the surface is far more complicated, and it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out.

The room is filled with the low murmur of conversation as everyone eats, the exhaustion from the day’s events hanging in the air. You sit at the table with the rest of the group, the food almost tasteless, but a necessary distraction from the overwhelming weight of everything around you. The tension is still palpable, but for a moment, it feels like you can breathe, even if just for a while.

As you glance around the dormitory, your eyes settle on Jun-hee, who’s sitting quietly, her hand resting lightly on her stomach. Despite her exhaustion, she’s doing her best to eat, though it’s clear that her mind is elsewhere. You notice the untouched milk beside her plate. She’s been struggling to keep enough food down lately, and you know it’s because of her pregnancy.

You nudge the carton of milk closer to her, your voice soft but insistent. “Here’s mine. You need it more than me.”

Jun-hee looks at the milk for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly as she shakes her head. “Thank you,” she says quietly, “but I don’t need it.”

You shake your head gently, not ready to let her off the hook so easily. “Just take it. You do need it,” you insist, your voice firm but caring. “You know, because of your baby. And besides, I can’t have white milk.”

Her eyes soften slightly at your words, but she hesitates, clearly reluctant. You can see the hesitation in her expression, but before she can respond, a familiar voice interrupts the moment, and you feel a slight shift in the air.

“I was about to give you my milk,” Young-ll says, his voice light with playful teasing. You look up, and there he is, standing by your side with a grin on his face and a carton of milk in his hand. “Now that I know that you can’t have white, what a coincidence we have. I can’t have white milk either.”

Your eyes widen at his words, a small laugh escaping your lips at the sheer coincidence. He’s always been one to bring humor to tense moments, and this is no exception. You shake your head, the corners of your lips tugging up into a smile.

“You too?” you say with mock disbelief, eyeing him dramatically. “What is it with you and milk? I should’ve known, of course. You and I are basically the same person.”

Young-ll chuckles at your response, the playful glint in his eyes not entirely masking the underlying seriousness that’s always there. “What can I say?” he replies with a shrug. “Great minds think alike.”

You glance back at Jun-hee, who’s still holding the milk carton you offered her. The smile on your face fades for a moment as you turn your attention to her, noticing the concern in her eyes. The lighthearted exchange between you and Young-ll has offered some much-needed relief, but you know it doesn’t solve everything.

“You should take it, Jun-hee,” you say softly, your tone gentle but persistent. “We all need to stick together, especially now. We’re all in this mess together.”

She meets your gaze, her lips pressing into a tight line before she finally nods, taking the milk from your hands. “Thanks, Y/n,” she says quietly. “I’ll drink it.”

You watch her for a moment, relieved that she’s accepted, but you can’t shake the worry that continues to settle in the pit of your stomach. The games are far from over, and even in this small, quiet moment of connection, you all know that danger is never too far away.

As everyone continues to eat, you glance back at Young-ll, catching his eye. For a brief second, the world around you feels like it’s standing still, just the two of you in your own bubble. The fleeting moment of calm doesn’t last long, but for now, it’s enough.

The evening wears on, and the group begins to scatter after dinner, some retreating to their beds while others linger in small groups, talking in hushed tones. You find yourself standing by one of the walls, trying to collect your thoughts. The weight of everything happening around you the games, the tension, the unspoken secrets feels heavier than ever.

As you lean against the wall, lost in your thoughts, you hear footsteps approaching. You glance up to see Jung-bae walking toward you, his expression tense and hesitant. There’s something in his eyes, something heavy, like he’s carrying a burden too big to bear alone.

“Hey,” he says quietly, stopping a few feet away from you.

“Hey,” you reply, your voice just as soft. “Everything okay?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks around, as if checking to make sure no one else is nearby. His behavior is strange, almost paranoid, and it immediately puts you on edge.

“I need to talk to you,” he says finally, his voice low. “About something… important.”

You nod, stepping closer to him. “What is it?” you ask, your curiosity piqued. Jung-bae has been acting strangely for days now, and you’ve been waiting for him to open up. Maybe now you’ll finally get some answers.

Jung-bae hesitates, running a hand through his hair nervously. “It’s about Young-ll,” he begins, his voice barely above a whisper. “There’s something you need to know, something that happened during the Mingle game. I’ve been trying to tell you, but…”

His words trail off, and you can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. It’s clear that whatever he’s about to say isn’t easy for him. You step even closer, lowering your voice to match his.

“What is it, Jung-bae?” you ask, your heart beginning to race. “What happened?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say anything, the sound of laughter echoes across the room, cutting through the tension like a knife. You both turn to see Jun-hee and Hyun-ju walking toward you, their faces lit up with smiles, seemingly oblivious to the heaviness of the moment.

“There you two are!” Jun-hee says, her tone cheerful. “We were wondering where you disappeared to.”

Hyun-ju grins, her eyes darting between you and Jung-bae. “Are we interrupting something?” she teases, her voice light and playful.

You glance at Jung-bae, whose expression has shifted back to neutral, the tension in his face now replaced with a forced calmness. Whatever he was about to say, it’s clear that he’s not going to continue the conversation with Jun-hee and Hyun-ju here.

“No, you’re not interrupting,” you say quickly, trying to keep your tone casual. “We were just… talking.”

Hyun-ju raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she steps closer, linking her arm with Jun-hee’s. “Well, now that we’ve found you, why don’t we all sit together for a bit? It’s too depressing to be alone right now.”

You glance at Jung-bae again, hoping for some kind of signal that he’ll continue the conversation later, but he avoids your gaze. Instead, he nods at Hyun-ju, forcing a small smile. “Sure,” he says. “Why not?”

The four of you walk back toward the center of the room, but your mind is still spinning. What was Jung-bae about to tell you? What did he mean about Young-ll? The unanswered questions hang over you like a storm cloud, and as much as you try to focus on the present moment, you can’t shake the feeling that something big is about to come to light.

Jung-bae walks beside you, his shoulders tense, his gaze fixed straight ahead. You don’t say anything, but you make a mental note to talk to him again as soon as you get the chance. Whatever he’s hiding, you need to know. And deep down, you have a sinking feeling that whatever it is could change everything.

The room is dark and quiet, save for the faint sounds of steady breathing and the occasional creak of the old building settling. Everyone is sprawled out in their designated sleeping spots, exhausted from the day’s events. It’s a rare moment of peace, though it feels fragile, as if it could shatter at any second.

Jung-bae sits against the wall, his knees pulled up slightly, arms resting on them. His eyes scan the room, landing briefly on each sleeping figure, but they linger the longest on you. You’re curled up on your side, your face peaceful in sleep, though the faint furrow in your brow betrays the stress you’re carrying. Jung-bae’s heart aches as he watches over you.

“Can’t sleep?” a voice whispers nearby, pulling him from his thoughts. He looks over to see Gi-hun sitting up a few feet away, his sharp eyes catching Jung-bae’s. Gi-hun moves closer, careful not to disturb the others, and sits down beside him.

Jung-bae shakes his head, sighing deeply. “No. Too much on my mind.”

Gi-hun leans back against the wall, his expression thoughtful as he studies his friend. “You’ve been acting weird lately,” he says, keeping his voice low. “We all see it especially Y/n. Whatever it is you’re holding back, you need to tell her. Why haven’t you?”

Jung-bae’s shoulders tense, and he lets out another sigh, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that simple,” he says, his voice strained. “I want her to be happy. More than anything. But I also fear for her safety. What if what I tell her makes things worse? What if it puts her in danger?”

Gi-hun tilts his head slightly, his gaze softening. “You care about her,” he says quietly. “That’s clear to everyone. But keeping things from her isn’t protecting her. It’s only making her worry more. You’ve seen how she’s been looking at you lately she knows something’s wrong.”

Jung-bae closes his eyes for a moment, the weight of Gi-hun’s words sinking in. “I know,” he says finally. “And it kills me to see her like that. Just like I told you before, I see her as my daughter. She’s been through so much already. It would break my heart to see her hurt because of something I’ve done or something I’ve failed to do.”

Gi-hun nods slowly, his expression understanding. “I get it,” he says after a moment. “I really do. But keeping her in the dark isn’t the answer. She deserves to know the truth, whatever it is. And she deserves to hear it from you.”

Jung-bae looks down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting as he processes Gi-hun’s words. “I just don’t want her to think I don’t care about her happiness,” he says softly. “Because I do. More than anything.”

Gi-hun places a reassuring hand on Jung-bae’s shoulder. “She knows you care. Trust me, she does. But if you wait too long, it might be too late. You’ve got to tell her before that happens.”

Jung-bae glances at Gi-hun, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and anguish. “Thanks, Gi-hun,” he says quietly. “I’ll think about it. I just… I need to find the right moment.”

Gi-hun squeezes his shoulder gently before letting go. “I get it,” he says. “But don’t wait too long, okay? We don’t have the luxury of time in here.”

Jung-bae nods, his gaze drifting back to where you’re sleeping. His chest tightens as he watches the rise and fall of your breath, his mind racing with the weight of his decision. He knows Gi-hun is right, and deep down, he knows he can’t keep this from you much longer.

But even as he resolves to tell you the truth, a small voice in the back of his mind whispers fears of what might happen when he does. For now, he stays where he is, silently keeping watch over you, hoping that when the time comes, he’ll find the strength to do what’s right.

The quiet hum of the room seems to fade as you sit across from Young-il, the dim light casting soft shadows across his face. The tension of the games has been wearing on everyone, but here, in this moment, it feels like the rest of the world is far away. It’s just the two of you, stealing a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos.

Young-il has been unusually quiet tonight, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that’s both comforting and unnerving. You tilt your head slightly, studying him. “You’re staring,” you tease lightly, trying to break the silence. “What’s on your mind?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, his hand reaching into his pocket. Your brow furrows as you watch him, unsure of what he’s doing. When he finally pulls his hand back out, your breath catches in your throat. There, in his palm, is a small ring simple but beautiful, its understated design perfect in its elegance.

Your eyes widen as realization dawns. “Young-il…” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He shifts closer to you, his usually confident demeanor tinged with a rare vulnerability. “I know this isn’t the way I would’ve wanted to do this,” he begins, his voice soft but steady. “And it’s definitely not the perfect place or time. But nothing about this situation is perfect, is it?”

You shake your head slightly, unable to find the words as your heart races.

Young-il takes a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he continues. “About us, about what we’ve been through, and about what might come next. And no matter what happens—whether we make it out of this or not I know one thing for sure: I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your breath hitches as he holds the ring up, his voice trembling just slightly. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment, the world seems to stand still. The weight of his words, the depth of his feelings, and the sheer courage it must’ve taken for him to ask you this here, in the middle of all this madness, overwhelm you. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you nod, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Relief washes over his face, and he slips the ring onto your finger with care, his hands steady despite the gravity of the moment. It feels warm and solid, a promise of hope in a place where hope is so hard to come by.

But before you can fully process the moment, his expression grows serious again. “Listen,” he says, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You can wear the ring, but you can’t tell anyone about this. Not yet.”

You blink, confused. “Why not?”

He hesitates, glancing around the room as if to make sure no one is listening. Then, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Because I have a feeling,” he says. “A feeling that it’s only going to be us me and you that make it out of this alive. And until we know for sure, I don’t want anyone else to know. I don’t want this to become another target on your back.”

His words send a chill down your spine, the weight of his foresight sinking in. You nod slowly, understanding his reasoning even if it makes your heart ache. “Okay,” you say softly. “I won’t tell anyone.”

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks as he gazes at you with a mix of love and determination. “I mean it, Y/n,” he says. “No matter what happens, I’ll do everything I can to make sure you survive. To make sure we survive.”

You swallow hard, the enormity of his promise and your own feelings threatening to overwhelm you. But you nod again, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. “We’ll survive,” you say firmly. “Together.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips grounding you. For a moment, it feels like nothing else matters not the games, not the danger, not the uncertainty of tomorrow. It’s just you and him, clinging to each other in a world that seems determined to tear you apart.

As he pulls back, his fingers brush over the ring on your hand, a small, secret smile tugging at his lips. “It looks good on you,” he murmurs.

You manage a small smile in return, your fingers curling around his. “Thank you,” you whisper. “For everything.”

The two of you sit there in silence, your hands intertwined, as the weight of your secret promise settles between you. It’s a risk, but it’s also a lifeline a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love can still find a way to shine through.

The room buzzes with quiet chatter, the tension momentarily eased as the group finds comfort in each other’s company. Young-il sits off to the side, his gaze sharp and calculating as he observes everyone. His role as the Frontman is a secret he’s mastered keeping, and every move he makes is careful, deliberate. He’s learned how to blend in perfectly, to mask his true intentions behind an easy smile or a well-placed joke. But tonight, his thoughts aren’t on strategy or the games. they’re on you.

His eyes flicker to where you’re sitting, laughing softly at something Hyun-ju said. For a brief moment, the corners of his lips lift in a small, genuine smile. Then his expression hardens again, the gravity of the situation pulling him back to reality. He knows the danger that lies ahead, knows how fragile life is in this twisted arena. And he knows he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety.

He waits, watching the group closely. They’re distracted, deep in conversation, their guard lowered for just a moment. It’s the perfect time. Rising to his feet, he stretches casually, as if he’s simply restless, before moving quietly toward the shadows where a pink-suited guard stands near the corner of the room.

Young-il’s movements are subtle, his steps light as he approaches. The guard, who had been standing stiffly at attention, straightens even more as he notices Young-il. There’s a flicker of recognition in the guard’s stance, an unspoken acknowledgment of who he’s really dealing with.

Young-il leans in, his voice a low, commanding whisper. “Listen carefully,” he begins, his tone firm but quiet enough to avoid drawing attention. “I’ve got an order for you, and you better make sure it gets through to every single one of you.”

The guard doesn’t respond verbally, but the slight tilt of his head signals he’s listening intently. Young-il’s eyes narrow, his voice dropping even lower. “No matter what happens in these games, no one and I mean no one is to harm Y/n. Not a scratch, not a bullet, nothing. She’s off-limits.”

The guard shifts slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the directive, but he remains silent. Young-il takes a step closer, his presence looming, his voice carrying a sharper edge. “She’s going to be my wife once this is all over,” he continues, his tone filled with an intensity that brooks no argument. “And if any of you so much as think about touching her, you’ll answer to me. Personally.”

The guard finally nods, a quick, nervous motion that shows he understands the weight of what’s being said. But Young-il isn’t done. He straightens, his gaze piercing as he delivers his final warning. “If she’s hurt because of your incompetence or worse, your defiance you’ll wish for death before I’m through with you. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” the guard whispers, his voice trembling slightly.

Young-il holds his gaze for a moment longer, ensuring his message is crystal clear. Then, with a slight nod, he steps back, his expression unreadable. “Good,” he murmurs. “Make sure the others know.”

Without another word, he turns and walks away, his posture relaxed but his mind racing. As he moves back toward the group, he catches sight of you again, your laughter soft but bright in the dim room. For a moment, his chest tightens, the weight of what he’s doing and what he’s risking hitting him all at once. But he pushes it aside, steeling himself. He doesn’t regret his decision. You’re worth every risk, every sacrifice.

Sliding back into his seat near you, he meets your curious gaze with a small smile. “What did I miss?” he asks casually, his tone light.

“Not much,” you reply, your eyes narrowing slightly. “Where did you sneak off to?”

“Just stretching my legs,” he says smoothly, leaning back as if nothing happened. “You know how cramped it gets in here.”

You give him a skeptical look but let it go, turning back to the conversation. As the others continue talking, Young-il glances down at the ring on your finger, hidden from view but glinting faintly in the low light. His resolve hardens. No matter what it takes, he’ll make sure you’re safe. Because in this brutal world, you’re the only thing that truly matters to him.

The room is dimly lit, the faint hum of the fluorescent light overhead the only sound cutting through the heavy silence. Most of the players are sprawled out on their makeshift beds, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to them. The tension that normally lingers in the air is subdued for the moment, giving way to a rare and fragile stillness.

One player, however, can’t seem to settle. She tosses and turns on her thin mattress, frustration etched into her face as she glares at the locked steel door. After what feels like an eternity, she finally sits up, her movements abrupt and sharp. Muttering under her breath, she makes her way toward the door, the light clinking of her footsteps barely audible over the soft breathing of the sleeping players.

Reaching the door, she knocks firmly against the small window, startling the pink-suited guard stationed outside. He stiffens slightly before stepping closer, his expression hidden behind the eerie, faceless mask. He slides open the small metal window, his deep, distorted voice cutting through the stillness. “What do you need?”

The player folds her arms, her irritation clear. “I need to use the bathroom,” she says, her tone sharp and impatient. “I can’t sleep like this.”

The guard doesn’t respond right away, instead glancing into the room briefly, his posture stiff. “Go back to bed,” he says firmly. “You can wait until morning.”

The player’s eyes narrow, her frustration bubbling over. “Are you serious?” she snaps. “You’ve let people leave before! What makes this any different?”

The guard stands motionless, his silence only fueling her anger. She steps closer, her voice rising despite the risk of waking the others. “Then why did you let Y/n and Young-il go to the bathroom earlier?” she demands, her words laced with bitterness. “That’s not fair! You’re playing favorites, and we all know it!”

Inside the room, a few of the players stir at the commotion, mumbling sleepily as they shift in their beds. The guard tenses but doesn’t react to her accusations, his hand moving to the edge of the window.

“You can’t just ignore me!” the player hisses, her voice low but insistent. “I saw them leave. I know what I saw. You let them go, but you’re telling me to just hold it? What kind of crap is that?”

The guard leans forward slightly, his voice colder now, almost menacing. “Return to your bed,” he says slowly, enunciating each word with deliberate precision. “Do not cause trouble.”

The player glares at him, her fists clenching at her sides. “This is bullshit,” she mutters under her breath, but she doesn’t press further. The guard, clearly done with the conversation, slides the window shut with a decisive clang, cutting her off entirely.

Fuming, the player turns away from the door, her movements jerky as she stalks back toward her bed. She throws herself down onto the mattress, her frustration simmering as she glares at the ceiling.

Meanwhile, outside the door, the pink guard remains still, his posture tense. His mind races as he replays the front man’s words, her accusations hitting uncomfortably close to the truth. He glances down the hallway, his thoughts lingering on Young-il’s earlier command.

“She’s going to be my wife once this is over. No one touches her.”

The guard swallows hard, forcing himself to focus. He knows better than to question orders, especially when they come directly from the Frontman himself. Even so, the growing tension among the players doesn’t go unnoticed. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the carefully maintained façade of control begins to crack.

Back inside the room, the player lies awake, her mind racing as her frustration simmers. She glances over at you and Young-il, who are sound asleep on opposite sides of the room. A bitter sneer curls at her lips. “Favorites,” she mutters under her breath, her words a venomous whisper.

But for now, the room settles once more, the uneasy silence creeping back in as the tension lies dormant, waiting for the right moment to explode.

The next morning, the group gathers for breakfast, the mood subdued but focused as everyone eats in silence. The room is filled with the sound of utensils scraping against metal trays, the occasional murmur of conversation breaking the quiet. You and Young-il sit on one of the lower bunk beds, sharing your breakfast and quietly talking, stealing rare moments of calm amidst the chaos of the games.

As you’re mid-laugh at something Young-il says, the same player from the night before approaches you both, her expression sharp and accusatory. She plants herself directly in front of you, arms crossed, her gaze narrowing as she glares at the two of you.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?” she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Must be nice being the favorites, huh?”

You and Young-il exchange a quick glance, confusion flickering across your faces. Before either of you can respond, the player presses on, her voice rising slightly. “You know what’s not fair? The fact that last night I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I got told no. Meanwhile, you two got to stroll out whenever you wanted! What were you even doing? Let me guess? fucking in the bathroom? Wasting the chance while the rest of us suffer?”

The accusation catches you off guard, your cheeks flushing slightly at her boldness. “What are you talking about?” you ask, your tone defensive.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” she snaps, pointing a finger at you. “I saw it with my own eyes. You and him sneaking out together like it’s some kind of date night while the rest of us are stuck here. It’s not fair! Some of us actually follow the rules, and you two just—”

Before she can finish, Hyun-ju, who’s been listening from a nearby bed, cuts in with a sharp laugh. “Oh, come on,” she says, rolling her eyes. “You expect us to believe that? Everyone was asleep last night. You probably imagined the whole thing.”

The player spins to face Hyun-ju, her frustration boiling over. “I know what I saw!” she insists. “They left the room! I heard the door open and close, and they weren’t here for a while. What were they doing, huh?”

Hyun-ju raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the player’s outburst. “Seriously, just let it go,” she says with a shrug. “Even if they did leave, who cares? It’s not like it’s your business. And besides, if the guards let them go, then maybe you’re the one who should think about why you didn’t get permission.”

The player’s face flushes with anger, her hands balling into fists at her sides. “This is bullshit,” she mutters. “They’re playing favorites, and you all just let it happen. No wonder they’re so cozy over there. they’ve got the guards wrapped around their little fingers.”

You feel Young-il tense beside you, his jaw tightening as he places the tiny tray down. He meets the player’s glare with a cold, measured look. “We didn’t do anything wrong,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “If you have a problem with the guards, take it up with them. Don’t come over here accusing us of things you can’t prove.”

The player scoffs, her eyes flickering between you and Young-il before turning away in frustration. “Whatever,” she mutters. “Favorites. That’s all you are.”

As she storms off, Hyun-ju chuckles softly, shaking her head. “She’s losing it,” she mutters, leaning back against the wall. “Honestly, the paranoia in here is getting ridiculous.”

You sigh, leaning into Young-il slightly as the tension settles. He places a reassuring hand on your knee, his expression softening as he looks at you. “Ignore her,” he murmurs. “She’s just trying to stir up trouble.”

You nod, though the accusation still lingers in your mind. The games have been wearing on everyone, and it’s becoming harder and harder to tell who’s really trustworthy. But as you glance at Young-il, his calm presence grounding you, you remind yourself that you’re not in this alone. Whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

The room begins to settle down after the tense meeting about the rebellion. The players quietly move to their respective beds, though the air is thick with anxiety and unspoken fears. Everyone knows the plan is risky, but there’s no turning back now. As people murmur their last goodnights and lie down to rest, Jung-bae approaches Young-il, his expression serious and heavy with concern.

He hesitates for a moment, glancing briefly at you sitting a few feet away, and then speaks in a low voice, keeping their conversation as private as possible. “Young-il,” he starts, his tone measured, but there’s a clear urgency behind his words. “Listen to me. When things go down later today, I don’t want Y/n out there with us. She needs to stay here ,where she’ll be safe. I don’t want her to get hurt or worse, shot.”

Young-il leans back slightly, his arms crossed. His expression is calm but unreadable, his dark eyes narrowing as he considers Jung-bae’s words. “I understand your concern,” he says slowly, his voice steady but firm. “But she’s coming with me. Wherever I go, she goes. That’s the way it is.”

Jung-bae frowns, his frustration evident. “Young-il, this isn’t a game. today not just another day. It’s going to be chaos out there. You can’t guarantee her safety. Do you even realize what you’re asking of her?”

Young-il leans forward, his voice dropping even lower, but his tone grows sharper. “I know exactly what I’m asking,” he says firmly. “But don’t you think I’ve thought about this? I’ve thought about her safety, her life, everything. And the truth is, I want her by my side. Not just because I can protect her, but because I need her with me. If something were to happen to me today or the next day… I want my time with her. I want her time with me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jung-bae stares at him for a long moment, his expression conflicted. He glances over at you again, his protective instincts warring with the reality of the situation. “You’re asking for a lot,” he says finally, his voice tinged with frustration. “She’s not just another player to me. She’s… like a daughter. I don’t want her in harm’s way.”

“And you think I do?” Young-il retorts, his voice growing colder, though he keeps it low enough to avoid drawing attention. “You think I’d risk her life if I didn’t believe I could keep her safe? I’d rather die than let anything happen to her. That’s why she’s staying with me. No matter what happens today or after that I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

Jung-bae sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t get it, Young-il. You don’t know what it feels like to—”

“To care about someone so much that it hurts?” Young-il interrupts, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “Trust me, I know. And that’s exactly why I’m not leaving her behind. Because if this is the end… I want her to know how much she means to me. I want to spend every possible moment with her, no matter what the risks are.”

Jung-bae looks away, his jaw tightening as he struggles to respond. He knows there’s no changing Young-il’s mind, but the thought of you being part of the rebellion still fills him with dread.

Finally, he exhales slowly, nodding once. “Fine,” he mutters. “But if anything happens to her… it’s on you. You’ll have to live with it.”

“I already live with more than you can imagine,” Young-il replies, his tone carrying a hint of something unspoken, something dark. “But this is one thing I won’t fail at. She’ll be safe. I promise you that.”

Jung-bae gives him one last, searching look before turning and walking away, leaving Young-il alone with his thoughts. He watches you from a distance, his gaze softening as you sit quietly, oblivious to the weight of the conversation that just took place.

As he approaches you, his expression shifts, the hard edges of his demeanor softening into something more tender. Whatever today brings, one thing is certain: he’ll do everything in his power to protect you, no matter the cost.

The air is thick with the deafening sound of gunfire and chaos. You cling tightly to Young-il’s hand, your heartbeat racing as adrenaline surges through your veins. You’ve never experienced anything like this, and the sheer terror of the moment makes your grip on him almost desperate.

Suddenly, Young-il raises his gun, and before you can even process what’s happening, he fires two precise shots. Player 047 lets out a sharp groan, followed quickly by Player 015 collapsing to the ground, a pained cry escaping his lips. The scene feels surreal, and you’re frozen in place, staring at the lifeless bodies in front of you.

“Young-il!” you gasp, your voice trembling with shock and disbelief. “Why did you—”

Before you can finish, the static crackle of a walkie-talkie cuts through the chaos. Gi-hun’s voice comes through, urgent and full of concern.

“Young-il, what’s going on? Have you guys made a move yet?”

Young-il, calm and composed despite the chaos around him, picks up the walkie-talkie and responds, his tone heavy with feigned despair. “I’m sorry, Gi-hun. It’s over. They got us… and they took Y/n with them.”

You look at him in disbelief, your mind reeling from the lie he just told. What is he doing?

Gi-hun’s voice crackles back through the device, more frantic this time. “Young-il, what’s going on? Are you still there?”

Young-il remains silent for a moment, his hand tightening around the walkie-talkie. The groans of the dying players nearby provide an eerie, convincing backdrop.

“Young-il! Say something!” Gi-hun shouts through the walkie-talkie. “Come on, Young-il! Young-il!”

Without a word, Young-il raises his gun again, silencing the groans of the injured players with two more shots. The sound of the gunfire reverberates in the air, sending a chill down your spine.

He then turns off the walkie-talkie, his expression unreadable as he speaks into the communication device meant for the guards. “Let’s wrap things up,” he says coldly, his tone commanding and final.

He turns to you, his dark eyes locking with yours. There’s something in his gaze a mix of determination and something you can’t quite place. You take a step back, your mind racing with questions.

“Why did you shoot them?” you ask, your voice shaky and barely above a whisper. “Why did you lie to Gi-hun?”

Young-il steps closer to you, his movements slow and deliberate. He holds out his hand, his expression softening slightly, though there’s still an intensity in his eyes. “Just come with me,” he says quietly. “I’ll explain everything. But not here, not now.”

You hesitate, your heart pounding in your chest. Every instinct tells you to run, to demand answers, but something in his voice something raw and almost pleading stops you. You look at his outstretched hand, the same hand that just pulled the trigger moments ago, and then back at his face.

His gaze doesn’t waver, and for a moment, you see a flicker of vulnerability beneath his composed exterior. Slowly, reluctantly, you reach out and take his hand. His fingers close around yours, firm but not forceful, as he pulls you closer.

“We don’t have much time,” he says softly, his voice low and urgent. “I promise I’ll tell you everything. Just trust me.”

As he leads you away from the carnage, your mind races with questions, doubts, and fears. You don’t know what’s happening or why he’s done what he’s done, but for now, you follow him, hoping that his promise to explain everything will bring you some clarity in the chaos.

Hyun-ju had been pacing anxiously, clutching the walkie-talkie as she tried to reach Dae-ho. The cool night air was heavy with tension, her voice breaking through the silence as she called, “Dae-ho? Dae-ho, answer me!” The static crackled in response, but no words came. She tightened her grip, her heart pounding with unease. Something wasn’t right.

Deciding she couldn’t wait any longer, she hurried back toward the dorms. Her steps quickened, echoing in the empty hallways. “Dae-ho! Dae-ho!” she yelled, her voice carrying desperation. She pushed open the door to the dorm, her eyes darting around frantically. “Dae-ho, where are you? Has anyone seen—”

Her voice faltered as she spotted him, hunched over in a shadowy corner. She rushed toward him, her pulse racing. “Dae-ho!” she called again, her tone sharp with concern.

He gasped at her approach, his wide, teary eyes meeting hers. His shoulders were trembling, and he looked like a man on the verge of breaking.

“Dae-ho,” she asked, her voice softening as she knelt beside him, “what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His head hung low, and his hands were shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Where are they?” she demanded, her voice shaking now.

Hyun-ju’s eyes flickered with confusion and alarm. She glanced around and froze when her gaze landed on a bag nearby. Its contents spilled slightly open, revealing a stockpile of ammunition.

Dae-ho’s face crumpled as he shook his head, his voice cracking with each word. “Forgive me. I’m sorry. I didn’t want this. I’m sorry.”

Before she could finish, the shrill sound of an alarm cut through the air. It was deafening, echoing throughout the dorm and sending a chill down her spine. Gasps and screams erupted from the other players, who scrambled to make sense of the chaos.

The dorm lights flickered, and the metallic voice of a masked manager came through the speakers. “Everyone, face down on the ground immediately!”

The command was cold, final. Players froze in terror, dropping to the floor in submission. Hyun-ju instinctively tried to get up, her adrenaline surging. But a firm hand grabbed her arm.

She turned to see Geum-ja, her expression steely and calm despite the panic around them. “Don’t,” Geum-ja said quietly, shaking her head. Her grip was firm but not harsh. “This isn’t a good way to die.”

Hyun-ju hesitated, her heart thundering in her chest. She glanced at Dae-ho, who was now curled up, whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again, his words like a broken record. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a crushing force, and all she could do was lower herself to the ground, her mind racing with fear and questions.

The masked guards stormed in moments later, their footsteps heavy and deliberate. The tension in the room was suffocating, and Hyun-ju’s eyes stayed fixed on Dae-ho, silently pleading for answers as chaos unfolded around them.

Over the speakers, the woman on the PA stated.“Attention, Players. The day has ended. It's time to turn in for the night. Please make your way back to your quarters immediately. If you do not comply with these orders, then you will be eliminated.”

“No, don't it!”

Once more, the woman repeats herself. “I will now repeat the instructions. Attention, players. The day has ended. It’s time to turn in for the night. Please make your way back to your quarters immediately. If you don’t comply..”

“Let’s put down our guns. If we surrender, they might not kill us.” Jung-bae tells Gi-hun since the both of them are out of ammunition. “Ah, shit.”

The player numbered 145 and the other player are trying to shoot down the pink guards who keeps coming, and the players notice that they no longer have ammunition, so they know that they’ll have to surrender. “The player numbered 145 talks over the walkie-talkie.”Advance team, do you copy? We're out of ammo over here. I'm gonna surrender.”

The guards quickly came and made their way, and they started shooting at the players, and the player 145 pulled his arms up.”Wait, please don’t shoot. I have a sick daughter at who—.”before he could finish he was shot.

Jung-bae gets down on his knees. “We surrender.” He tells the two guards, and he places down the gun, and as both Jung-bae and Gi-hun are kneeling down, footsteps can be heard, and they look up, and they see the frontman and lots of guards walking towards them. “Player 456 Did you have fun playing the hero?” The front man asks, breathing deeply. ”Now witness the consequence of your little game.” He shoots Jung-bae on the chest, and Jung-bae looks at his best friend. Hoping that Gi-hun will keep his promise of protecting you, “Gi-hun.” He said before hitting the floor

Gi-hun screams as he cries, trying to rush over to his best friend, ”Jung-bae!” But he gets pinned down to the floor by the guards who’s holding a gun at Gi-hun’s head as he cries again for his best friend.

The woman on the PA Informed that a another player has been eliminated. “Player 390, eliminated”

Young-il or should I say his real name Hwang In-ho made his way to his private quarters where you are waiting for him. Hopefully, you will forgive him and forget what he did because, in the end, all he did was to keep you safe and alive

[pinkolve]

A Spencer Reid Fic- The One Where He Reads Her Diary

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Summary: Spencer Reid gets pressured into reading your diary. How will things end after you find out...

Genre: Fluff, and a little angst

CW: Autistic coded!Fem!Reader, use of Y/N, a bit of dramatic? reader, sad Spencer :(, steamy kisses, slight artist!reader.

Word Count: 2,227

A/N: I'm not the best at writing in a reader's perspective!! I always write my fics with myself in mind, so y/n is usually very similar to myself. I hope you still enjoy this anyways, and let me know if you have any tips for writing x reader fics!! Thank you! <33

Y/N’s always been an honest person, she always tells people exactly what she thinks. She’s blunt, but still kind. Y/N believes that everyone deserves to know the truth, especially when specifically asking for it. But, she also has millions of secrets piled up. Some of them, people know. The others…No one knows, except her diary. 

Y/N had just turned twenty-two a few months ago. Some would argue she’s much too old for a diary, while others would say how beneficial it is for the mind. Like Spencer Reid, for example. He himself had a journal, he just hadn’t used it nearly as much as she did.

He used his journal to talk about important events or changes in his life, while Y/N used it for everything. She wrote everything she ever thought, and drew whatever came to mind. 

The one mistake she had made from the start was keeping her diary in her work bag…That she always left on her desk when she left for the bathroom. 

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“Reid, man, come on. You need to tell her eventually.” Morgan bantered, standing right next to Spencer’s desk. 

“I’d rather not look like an idiot, Morgan.” Spencer slightly rolled his eyes, still focused on his paperwork. 

“You already do?” Morgan said, confused. Spencer looked up with a scowl. “I’m just messin’ with you Pretty Boy! Just ask her out for coffee, nothing wrong with coffee.” He shrugged. Spencer simply shook his head, staring back down at his files. Morgan shook his own head in disapproval before walking back to his own desk, passing Y/N’s in the process. 

As he passed by, his hip bumped the half-open bag on her desk, knocking it to the floor. Morgan immediately turned around and swore. He set his mug down on the desk and bent down to grab her bag. He took notice of a surprisingly thick notebook. He picked it up and reveled at how heavy it was. Morgan looked at the cover to read ���Diary.’ His eyes immediately widened. 

A smirk took over his face as he placed the bag back on her desk and carried the journal back over to Reid’s desk. Once he was close enough, he threw the journal on the desk with a particularly loud ‘thud.’ Lucky for the two of them, the office was mostly empty so they were able to pull more shenanigans than usual. 

Spencer looked over at the cover and looked up at his friend with furrowed brows. 

“What is this?” 

“Y/L/N’s diary. Fell out of her bag.” He gestured behind him. Spencer’s face went white, his jaw dropping, and eyes almost bursting out of his head. 

“You cannot be serious! Put this back!” He jumped up from his desk, journal in hand, ready to bring it back to its rightful home. 

“Woah there, Pretty Boy!” Morgan put his palms against Reid’s chest, pushing him back in his desk chair. “You have a major advantage here. You read that, and you’ll probably know everything Y/N’s ever thought about you.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Spencer’s face was angry. “Look Reid, if Y/N finds out I’ll take all the blame. I’ll tell her I read it to you and you didn’t want anything to do with it.” Spencer looked down at the book in his hands, contemplating. 

“I can’t believe I’m letting you convince me into doing this.” Spencer sighed, shaking his head to himself. He hated the idea of invading his best friend’s privacy but he was also still a man. A man with a terrible crush on said best friend. How could he hold her very diary in his own two hands and not read a single word? “One page, that’s it!” Spencer groaned while Morgan ‘woo-hooed.’

Spencer took notice of just how thick the journal was before opening to the newest page. He held the book open gently, praying he wouldn’t break it since it was falling apart already. He looked at the left page, two messy sketches were drawn there in pen. They both were of him, the specific view Y/N had of him from her own desk. These are actually pretty good…He thought to himself. 

“Holy shit, Reid. Is that you?” Morgan practically gasped. 

“Yeah.” He whispered, too entranced by the book. The right page had an entry. 

11/10/24 Sunday, 6:22 pm

Dear Diary, 

Today hasn’t been very eventful. I came into work to try and finish some of my paperwork. Morgan and Spencer apparently had the same idea. I’ve been feeling so weird around Spencer lately. I can’t quite put my finger on why. Usually I feel fine around him, he is my best friend after all. I think it may have something to do with the wet dream I had about him last night…I can’t quite shake it from-

“Okay! That’s enough!” Spencer shut the book harshly, his face beet red. Morgan looked at him with a wide grin. 

“Why wouldn’t you keep reading? It was just gettin’ good!” He chuckled. Spencer glared at him. “Well, now we know she likes you.” Morgan smirked. 

“This doesn’t prove anything! People have wet dreams about other people when they don’t even like them, all the time!” Spencer almost screamed. Just then, Y/N came in through the large glass doors, letting out a loud sigh and stretching. She took one look at her desk and groaned. 

“Derek Morgan, I told you to stop leaving your coffee on my desk!” She complained, grabbing it angrily. She looked over at the two, their faces covered in guilt. “What happened to you guys?” She questioned. 

“Nothing. Nothing at all!” Spencer yelled, awkwardly covering the journal with both his arms. Y/N walked towards them while chuckling. 

“Come on guys, you look totally guilty. What’d you do?” She smiles at Morgan then looks over at Spencer, taking notice of the large lump under his arms. “What’s that? Did you accidentally buy erotica again?” She shook her head. She reached over to pry his arms away from the object. “I told you to stop-” Y/N cut myself off, staring at her own journal. Her face drained of any color and every feature on her face practically melted. 

“Y/N/N, I’m so-” Spencer started.

“Shut up.” She spit out. She tore her journal from him and slammed Morgan’s coffee on his desk, causing it to spill everywmye. She practically ran back to her own desk and packed her things. 

“Y/L/N, it wasn’t his fault. I’m the one who-” Morgan tried to reason. 

“I said shut the fuck up!” She screeched, her face red with anger and embarrassment. “I never thought you would do something like this to me. I trusted you with everything I had and you broke it like it was nothing.” She was crying now, looking between the two men. But all of them knew she was only really talking to Spencer. 

“Y/N, please-” 

“Don’t ever talk to me again you fucking asshole!” She sobbed out before running to the elevator and making a fast exit. Morgan looked over at Spencer and his heart nearly broke. Spencer looked like a wounded puppy, his eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears. He looked frozen in place, he couldn’t move a single inch. He begged any and every deity he could think of to make Y/N come back so he could explain. They hadn’t listened to any of his pleas. 

***

Y/N lay in her living room on her large corner sofa. The TV was on, playing ‘Gilmore Girls’ very loudly. She hoped to drown out any thought she had with the noise. So far, it wasn’t working. 

She hadn’t been to work in nearly a week, it was currently Saturday and no one had heard from her. She only called Hotch to tell him she wouldn’t be in for a while, sick with the flu. She sure as hell couldn’t admit that the real reason was because her crush read her diary. It felt stupid enough in middle school, she wasn’t about to say it aloud to her own boss. 

Everyone on the team was very worried, getting barely any information and zero replies from Y/N. Penny, Emily, Morgan and J.J had all come to her apartment on different occasions, begging to see her. She never let them in. The only thing she cared about was seeing Spencer, but at the same time, she never wanted to see him again. Funnily enough, Spencer was the only one who hadn’t come over. Y/N was partially glad for this because she knew if he was at her door, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from opening it. 

Spencer had of course sent about fifty-three text messages and made twenty-four phone calls to her. Once again, all of them were ignored. Spencer was the kind of person who liked to talk in person, apologize in person. All his text messages were him begging to talk to Y/N, to let him explain. None of them actually contained any excuses or apologies. She was clearly clueless on any reasoning he had, or how much he had read, because he didn’t want to say any of it in a meaningless text. He had been waiting since Wednesday for the weekend to come rolling around. He planned to show up and explain everything, but he needed to make sure they had plenty of time to talk, hence the weekend. 

Everyone on the team knew of his plan so they all refrained from going over themselves. They just hoped the two would figure everything out. 

*** 

Y/N had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a knock on her door. She rolled her eyes to herself and sighed, looking at the time. 

“Which one of them has the brilliant idea to come over at eight in the morning?!” She yelled to herself. She softly and slowly walked against the hardwood floor, careful not to make a single noise and alert whoever was behind the door. She wouldn’t answer it but she at least wanted to know who it was this time. 

“Y/N…It’s me.” Spencer’s voice rang out and she froze. “I know you’re angry but I really need to talk to you. Please let me in.” His voice was pathetic and sad, cracking occasionally. Within seconds the door opened in front of him. There stood the girl he’s been dreaming of seeing all week. Her hair was soaking wet and so were her shoulders and arms. A towel was wrapped around her body tightly, showing off her figure. Spencer watched a single droplet of water pass down between the valley of her breasts. 

“H-Hey.” Spencer choked out. 

“Hi.” Y/N greeted shyly. 

“I need to talk to you.”

“So I heard.” She nodded a little. “What about?” 

“You know what about…” 

“Okay, fine. What specific part of that interaction would you like to discuss? What, did you just come over to make fun of me? To ridicule me for the way I feel? Did you come over here just to humiliate me even more?!” Y/N’s voice raised the more she spoke. 

“No!” Spencer yelled, cutting her off. “I don’t want to do any of that!” He sighed to himself. “I…I never should have read your diary. Morgan convinced me, and I know I should have reacted better, and not listened to him. He just kept telling me how…Convinient it would be. I’ve been scared to tell you how I really feel for the last two years. He told me that reading your diary would be the perfect way to see how you feel about me before I confessed and made an idiot of myself. I just…I had a weak moment and I hate that I hurt you in the process.” A couple tears fell from the corners of his eyes. “I’m so…So sorry, Y/N/N.” 

She looked up at him with an expressionless face. Spencer looked back into her eyes with the saddest look on his face. He was about to ask her what she was thinking when she told him instead. 

“Do you like me? Romantically?” She asked, voice monotone. 

“Of course I do. I genuinely thought it was obvious, I can never stop how flustered I get around you. All I’ve dreamed about since we became friends is spending my life with you. Whether we spend it as best friends or more, I couldn’t care less. I just want you with me every step of the way” Spencer spoke honestly. 

“Kiss me.” Y/N blurted out. Spencer’s eyes went wide. 

“W-What?” He stuttered. 

“Please.” She breathed out. “Kiss me.” Her eyes were heavy and clouded. Spencer was quick to reach down and grab the sides of her face in his hands, pushing their lips together roughly. Y/N whimpered the minute his lips touched her own. Just as fast as the kiss happened it turned sloppy. Spencer’s hands travelled down to her waist, gripping tightly. She had wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pushing up against his chest. Their tongues collided and twirled against each other. 

“I love you, Spencer.” She whispered against his lips. 

“I love you more, Y/N.” He sighed.

[sc0tters]

Best - Jack Hughes

summary: the time has come for you to return to New Jersey, does seeing Jack make you fall into old ways or do you finally stay strong?

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual relationships but nothing overly explicit.

word count: 3.69k

authors note: first off happy 2025! this is our first fic of the year and we have waited way to long for this part to come out but I seriously think the wait was worth it all in the end. I was going to give us a good ending but then I heard Best by Gracie Abrams and you guys said we could do the angst soo… if it’s not clear, this is a sequel (that I throughly enjoyed writing) but you don’t have to ready part one, it’s just that this one will make a lot more sense if you did first.

part one

This was meant to be a trip you were excited for.

Christmas and New Years in Jersey with Luke at your side. It had been planned since you missed your annual trip to the lake house after your parents surprised you with a much needed summer in Europe.

Just as you should have predicted things ran cold with Jack the moment you the garden state last time round. So now as you stood in Newark airport waiting for Luke to show up you had to force a smile on your face, as the pit in your stomach grew.

Nerves coursed through your veins as you hated that Jack still got to have an effect of you.

This was meant to be a trip that you could use to just catch up with your best friend, but still you stood there forced to have his older brother be the one who was on your mind.

All you were left with was the memories, that you couldn’t seem to part with “guess who?” Your thought was broken as hands covered your eyes “are you that one devils defender?” You grinned knowing that it was Luke who stood behind you.

His shitty attempt of a British accent made you laugh “that one devils defender?” Luke scoffed as he dropped his hands allowing you to turn to face him “Lukey!” You squealed pulling him into a hug.

The boy smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, feeling happy that you were back there with him. Luke had seen you in Detroit over the last two months but this was the first time you both got to spend actual time together since February.

Luke’s eyes scanned your face to see how much you had changed recently, your eyes didn’t seem to shine as bright as they once did. He knew that something was up with you, it would have taken a fool to not.

As the man who knew you like the back of his hand Luke knew that you’d also only tell him once you were ready. He just really hoped that what ever seemed to drag you down, would be set free before it was too late “I’ve missed you.” Your voice was soft as you ran your fingers through the curls you used to help him take care of in your dorm.

He was quick to grab your suitcase from you “we’ve got so much to talk about!” He confessed motioning to you to follow him to his car.

The ride was long but felt short in time as the two of you didn’t shut up, catching up on all things school, hockey, and life itself.

Jack had come back from a workout as the two of you arrived, and you swore that the universe was out to get you. The elevator doors opened on the gym floor and that’s where you were met with the middle Hughes brother.

He was sweaty as he had a towel that sat in his shoulders “didn’t think you were gonna be here yet.” Jack stepped into the elevator as you shrugged “flight got in early.” You tried to pay no mind to the fact that your body felt on fire as his eyes practically burnt into your soul.

Luke sucked at his teeth “it’s good because Jacky here got us into hosting a party tomorrow.” He mumbled sending his brother a glare “Jack eh?” You teased wanting to let out a laugh.

Jack smirked as he looked at you “you want to go on a booze run with me or get snacks?” You didn’t even need to answer as Luke cut you off “you want to get a partner for this prep then you find your own best friend.” He pointed out wrapping his arm around you.

The middle Hughes boy let his lips form a pout “and here I was thinking we’d share her.” The words made you cough as the elevator doors opened to their apartment floor.

Jack laughed “good to see ya Blossom.” The nickname rolled off of his tongue as he walked out first.

The next twenty four hours you were able to avoid Jack for the most part as Luke wanted to show you all the parts of the city that he had grown to love since you had last been. And the fact that he still shopped like a teenage boy helped, as you were having to explain to Luke what a party really needed.

Your luck ran out as Luke got drunk whilst the continued on. Jack clearly knew what he was doing when he bough Luke’s favourite shooter, as the youngest Hughes boy currently stood practically jumping off the walls.

Some of their teammates knew of you from your last time being there and how Luke never seemed to shut up about you. Nico had already been over to say hello again as you had gotten yourself a drink “Y’know I’ve got to get back to my sister but I think you should go see what Jack wants.” Nico motioned in the direction of his teammate.

Jack looked at you as you nodded “thanks for the heads up.” you mumbled seeing the American a confused look as he watched you see if there was someone behind you.

You tried to avoid him but you felt as if you were trapped as Jack seemed to be where ever you turned after that. Every time you went to a different part of the apartment he was talking to a different person. But of course his eyes never seemed to leave yours.

So as you watched this blonde girl run her fingers over his shirt you finally felt sick, rather than watching the scene continue on. You instead opted to chug the remainder of the whiskey in your cup, before you headed to the bathroom hoping that a slash of cold water would do the trick.

Your face felt warm as the sound of water running in the faucet trickled in your ears “pull yourself together.” You sighed resting over the counter as the door opened “can’t you see this is busy-” you grumbled cutting yourself off as you locked eyes with Jack.

He sent you a glare “you know you’ve got a funny way of getting all mad at me when I go talk to someone.” Jack let out a cruel laugh “ain’t like you’re fucking that Canadian or somethin’.” He added making you scoff.

You had started a solid relationship with Ethan right as the summer started as you both seemed to bond over heartbreak. His girlfriend had dumped him and as everyone celebrated the end of the school year, you both found each other in bed needing the company and the release.

Before you knew it, those meet-ups became weekly things. You needed a break from Jack and that seemed to be the one thing that really did calm your mind, even if it was only for that night.

But as Jack stood in front of you, you couldn’t believe that he got mad “you keeping tabs on me or some shit?” you laughed almost wondering if someone was playing some sick prank on you.

He still stood tall as he rolled his eyes “don’t play dumb with me.” He muttered letting a loose strand of your hair get caught between his fingers.

His touch made your body feel on fire “and it’s hard to not know when Luke won’t seem to shut up about it.” Jack added making you smirk “you jealous that he ain’t heard about you?” You asked tilting your head up to face him.

Jack stood there for a moment as he thought about it “you think I’m gonna be jealous of a little college fuck toy?” He laughed almost taunting you “know only I fuck you the best.” The middle Hughes boy knew he was right as you pushed your thighs together trying to dispose of the heat that built up in them.

You shook your head “not anymore.” Your lips pursed together as you shook your head.

Jack noticed how you were still wearing that same perfume of yours that drove him wild “got a long time here.” You still had four days left there and if your trip was going to end like the last one, he knew you’d end up in his bed at least once.

But in that bathroom you tried to remain strong “you wanna act like you don’t fuck me and leave me?” You scoffed wanting to honestly hit him in that moment.

You pressed your pointer finger against his chest “like I’m not just the same as every other girl that you fuck and forget about as if I’m nothing.” Your voice broke as you almost felt your emotions making you feel nauseous.

He could read the pain in your face “don’t say that.” He clicked his tongue as he reached for your arm “know you’re my special girl.” The title was meant to fill you with joy and praise, and it would have if this was February.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head “fool me once shame on you, fool me twice and I’m the fucking idiot.” You sucked at your teeth watching him remain silent.

There was so much anger in your body “I can’t believe I actually let you fuck me.” You spat turning around to finally leave.

The door to the bathroom whipped as you were faced with Luke “you fucked my best friend?” He scoffed as he looked over you and towards his brother.

His eyes traveled down to yours as he frowned “I’ve got to go.” You mumbled pushing past him as your cheeks turned red, flushed with embarrassment as the boy’s teammates and their partners eyes stuck on you.

You went through the crowed as you grabbed your scarf “I can’t believe you!” Was the last thing you heard before you let the door shut behind you, desperate to be as far away from there as possible.

But the first thing you needed was a drink and a strong one.

It had been hours since what you called your catastrophic meltdown in the Hughes apartment, and Luke still refused to listen to a word that Jack said “she’ll be okay Luke.” His voice broke the silence as the younger Hughes snapped his head in his brother’s direction.

Luke chewed at the inside of his cheek “she’s a smart kid.” Jack added finally breaking his younger brother “you don’t think I already know that?” The defenseman scoffed as he threw his cloth onto the table.

It was rare that he got this angry, but tonight Jack pushed his past his limits “she’s my best friend and you just had to go and fuck her?” Luke felt tears form in his eyes as the betrayal stood in front of him “and for what? To make her life hell and make me think that I did something to make her hate me?” Your avoidance of being in the same place as Jack finally all made sense. You weren’t avoiding Luke but rather the pain his brother managed to so easily inflict on you without a second thought.

The middle Hughes boy shook his head as he let out a sigh “you think I wanted to walk away from her?” Jack sucked at his teeth as he let his eyes squint into a harsh line “you don’t think that I spend most nights fucking wishing she wasn’t your best friend so that this wouldn’t have been so complicated.” Those words made Luke ball his hand into a fist.

He felt his heart pound in his ears as he grew irritated “how is you screwing her and leaving complicated?” Luke’s voice raised as both boys did little to care about what their neighbours would think.

Jack knew he couldn’t really say it, even if there was a truth that made him feel trapped “she deserves so much better than you.” Luke spat letting his words hit his brother like bullets.

The room felt claustrophobic as the middle Hughes boy tried to ignore that he agreed “you’re right.” Jack sighed making Luke freeze as his eyebrows raised.

He chewed at the inside of his cheek “I love her but I couldn’t be the reason you two stopped being friends.” His confession lingered in the air as Luke realised that his brother was being truthful, even if it was as ironic as it seemed.

But Luke didn’t get a chance to offer some form of a rebuttal as the echo of something falling onto the wooden floor of the living room. There you stood with now tear stained cheeks “I forgot my wallet.” You announced holding the red purse in your hand with your eyes widened.

Jack felt his throat go dry, as it was clear that you had been there to hear what he had said. He wanted to reach out for you but instead Luke beat him to it “we should talk.” Luke didn’t give either of you a chance to respond as he pulled you out of the apartment.

Snow sat on the windowsill of the hotel room as Luke joined you on the bed after what felt like the quietest uber ride of your life.

You hadn’t stopped fidgeting as never really thought that you’d have to tell Luke about this part of your life “I’m so sorry Luke.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you expected him to yell, scream, even just be disappointed in you.

But instead the boy clicked his tongue to break his silence “do you love him?” Luke knew that you had always had some degree of a crush on his older brother. Yet he never assumed it would have been something reciprocated or even acted upon.

The question lingered in your mind as you couldn’t find the right words to explain yourself to him “I did but I don’t know how I could like him when he has hurt me twice now.” You fiddled with the rings on your fingers as you let your eyes stare at your knee.

Your answer made Luke frown as you too were processing what Jack had confessed “and it’s for the best that nothing does happen.” You added, not sure if you were telling yourself that too or just the boy in front of you.

Luke placed his hand on yours “you know that it’s okay to still want him.” He sighed knowing how his brother could be and the love you held for him “I just wish you had told me.” His words made you let out a soft laugh.

A tear slid down your cheek as you cocked your head “that I was fucking your brother or that I liked him?” The words made him erupt into laughter that made yours follow shortly after.

He shook his head as he pulled you into an awkward hug as you still sat cross legged “I just missed you is all.” Luke had stayed up more nights than he could count over the last year as he tried to figure out what had happened to you.

You wanted to believe that everything would be fine between the two of you, that it’d all go back to some sense of normal. But you knew deep down that it would never be the case. Because as you lay there talking yourself to sleep as Luke refused to let you go, part of you wished that it was Jack that held you.

Sure you got your best friend back to the greed you held caused you to want the middle Hughes boy now more than ever. Luke had seen you through your highs and lows so you almost guessed that there was now a silent expectation that he’d always show up for you. And that was it, Luke was always going to show up for you.

It should have been enough, and you really did want it to be that way.

Luke let out a quiet ‘mhm’ as he squeezed your side nestling against you “I just wish things never had to change.” You sighed letting your head rest on his chest as the sound of his heart beat soothed you to sleep.

On the other side of the city, Jack lay there as he struggled to sleep. Thoughts of you plagued his mind, as he too wanted to be selfish. You being in his life as merely Luke’s best friend should have been enough.

The boundary that the title drew should never have been broken. But Jack was so desperate to have you in more of his life than just during the summer or when you’d visit Luke.

It seemed that up until tonight Jack didn’t know how to put what he felt into words and now that he had told Luke the truth, Jack had opened the faucet of emotions that couldn’t be turned off.

So as he lay staring at the alarm clock that sat on to his bedside table, Jack couldn’t help but think about what it was like to have you beside him. The thought of your imprint in his bed was like a drug as his hand gripped the empty side of his bed.

Silence consumed him as he shut his eyes, praying that he hadn’t waited until it was too late.

You and Luke had managed to avoid Jack and the apartment for the rest of your trip “you sure you want to do this?” Luke’s question lingered on your mind as you stared at the front door “if I don’t then I’m worse than him.” You wouldn’t have assumed that the pain you experienced would ever have been felt by Jack.

But still that didn’t help your hands from clamming up as the door opened. Jack paused the tv as he heard the noise, making his head whip around.

His eyes landed on you and it was clear he hadn’t properly slept in days “hey.” His voice was soft as his gaze fell onto his younger brother “I’ll go get the car ready.” Luke offered taking your suitcase with him as he left the two of you alone.

You fiddled with the ring on your finger as the middle Hughes brother walked up to you “I’m sorry.” Jack cleared his throat as he stopped in front of you.

He ran his fingers through his hair hoping you knew what to say back “I’m leaving.” You admitted as your mouth felt dry.

Nerves rocked your body as he shook his head “can we talk about what happened?” He pleaded as he felt as if his throat constricted. The boy reached for you as you pulled away, shaking your head no.

It took all of you to not break “we just hurt each other.” You pointed out knowing that your heart couldn’t take one more time of Jack walking out on you.

His words meant nothing if his actions didn’t fulfil them and right now, you weren’t ready to just take that chance “I love you.” If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn it sounded as if he was begging you to just say it back to him.

Your voice broke as you saw how his eyes were full of pain “you hurt me Jack, you don’t love me.” Jack never knew of your nights in your dorm as you sat there in tears wishing that Jack could hold even an ounce of the love you held for him.

He shook his head wanting to wipe away the tears from your cheeks “I never meant to do that.” Of course Jack never did mean to but it seemed as if he just couldn’t help it. It now seemed as if it was easier to hurt you than call you his.

The two of you cried as Jack gripped your hands in his not wanting to hear you say what he thought was coming “if you love me Jack.” You cut yourself off as you sniffled.

It made his heart break as he squeezed your hand “I’m so in love with you.” He confessed making you shake your head “you need to let me go.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you nodded.

Time felt as it is slowed as the boy dropped your hands whilst he froze “and if things are different down the line maybe we can try again.” The offer almost felt like a shitty taunt, that if Jack hadn’t fucked up you could have been his now.

He wanted to fight you on this, he really did “I’ll see you in the summer.” You knew you were going to be there and that was your personal wound. Memories would have to be made that would try to cover those of Jack and that night that started this all.

Your thumb felt rough against his cheek as you wiped away a tear of his “don’t do this.” He pleaded with you wanted to do anything to make you change your mind “goodbye Jack.” You gave him a soft nod as you saw Luke stood by the door with his keys in his hand.

It took all your strength to not go turn around and run into Jacks arms as you walked out of the door.

Because the truth was that, you were still convincing yourself that you had done the best thing for yourself.

Even if you were convinced that in that moment you lost the love of your life.

So as you forced yourself back into work and school when you got back to Michigan, it seemed that life for Jack continued on too. Yet as you trying to forget about him, rumours spread about there being a lucky lady in Jacks life.

This was struck your heart as you truthfully believed that you had really made the right choice, and that you were so stupid to believe he could have ever wanted you. So with Jack you hadn’t really lost him.

Because after all, you can’t lose something you never really had.

[ferrarifinnick]

SWITCHING POSITIONS! | THE HUNGER GAMES HEADCANONS

going feral thinking about thg men and their fav positions to put you in. this was so much fun to write and sooo hot 🫢🫢 also this is a lil bit longer than my other thg headcanons. are we loving longer or shorter headcanons pls lmk?? anyway, enjoy <3

includes: gale, finnick, peeta

warnings: sub/dom, switch, p in v, manhandling, teasing, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum, creampie.

gale has an insatiable need to overpower you. he likes his body to be on top of yours, pinning you down and threatening to crush you if he ever decides to stop supporting his own weight. he’ll lift your legs over his shoulders in missionary then lean down to kiss you, just so you feel his weight pressing you into the mattress. but he doesn’t just want to weigh you down. no, he wants you to feel powerless. expect him to manhandle you. he’ll toss you around, lifting and bending you into whatever shape or over any surface he desires. and resisting is futile, so if you do, don’t be surprised when he takes hold of your chin and forces you to look up at his disappointed face. “thought you knew better,” is all he’ll say, before he’s lifting you into his big arms and bouncing you up and down on him.

it’ll be too slow, slow enough for you to whine at the punishment, and that pathetic cry is almost enough to bring him to his knees. almost. instead, he’ll say, “oh, so now it’s too slow for you?” with feigned shock. then he’ll shrug and say, “don’t be sorry for what comes next.” cue him pinning you to the mattress, face in the blankets as he rams in and out of your pussy from behind. when you’re crying out at your second orgasm, he’ll say “no tears! you asked for this.”

he comes alive in missionary, standing up cowgirl, and PRONE-BONE (hands on your back, full weight crushing you into the mattress).

when it comes to sex, finnick has very few reservations. despite his sexual past, he will turn very little down for you because for once he feels safety in his sexual explorations. the only nonnegotiable for him is being able to see your face at all times. it grounds him, and more importantly, it encourages him to enjoy sex. like gale, he likes showing off his strength by lifting you up and down on his cock. but finnick is a switch, and he loves the feeling of falling out of power just as much as he loves the feeling of getting it. so when you push him down on the bed (or sand, boat deck, or shower floor), he’ll put up no fight as you climb on top of him and take charge. expect strong eye contact, but don’t blink here or you’ll miss that smirk stretching into a grin. the only time it will disappear is when he’s about to cum. eyes rolled back, throaty moans spilling through his open mouth, and don’t be afraid when he pinches your hips and fucks his own up into you. he just really likes getting deep inside you when he cums.

shines best in standing cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary (he likes watching your face when he first pushes himself inside you).

peeta isn’t fussy. as long as you’re the one who’s over or under him, he’ll be up for anything you want. but being underneath you is his favourite, especially when you get a little bossy and tut at him for trying to push up into you, or when you peel and throw his hands away when he cups your tits without your go ahead. it drives him crazy to be so powerless, and he appreciates every second that he gets to watch you bounce or squat on him, because he knows just how lucky he is that this is his view. but sometimes you go too far. sometimes you pin his hands down for too long, or he’s had enough of your tuttings and teasings. sometimes he thinks you forget that he lets you be in control.

you might miss the dark shift in his eyes when he’s decided you’ve gone too far, but you’ll know it when he has your face pressed into the mattress, strong arms caging you beneath him as he grunts out “think you can tell me off, huh?” between powerful thrusts. “no, peeta,” you’ll cry out, but he’ll ignore you. he’ll keep going, thighs slapping heavily against the backs of your own. “peeta!–” you’ll beg, but this time he’ll tut at you and slide his hand over your mouth. “shh, i didn’t say you could talk, did i,” he’ll say, and when you silently shake your head, he’ll grin and affectionately say “ah, there’s my good girl.”

routinely finds himself in under you in cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, but comes alive in DOGGY!!

sorry but peeta’s makes me GIDDY hehe. please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging. love <3

[livelaughlovesubs]

HII NINI can i ask for ‘forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees’ and ‘grinding their face into their own mess(with a foot pressed behind them if you may)’ with dazai pleasee i just know he’s pathetic enough to come untouched from that thank youu

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gn

Warning: pet play!!, teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, begging, (pre)cum eating, masochistic dazai, stepping

That reminds me when I decided to write sum’ angst for the first time, it was about dazai with abandonment issues, and people just WOULDNT STOP ASKING ME TO WRITE MORE CUZ THEY LOVED PATHETIC DAZAI SM???

He was such a good little pet. At times annoying, but still overwhelmingly fun. To be more specific, he was perfect for you, just the right amount of pathetic, just bratty enough to not overdo it and simply adorable. That smug little smirk he wears when he disobeys you, like right now.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to enter the room. A few moments ago you gave him the order to come in after he finished washing up, which is why you were waiting for his arrival. Once he opened the door, he leaned against the frame and smiled at you, asking almost innocently, “you called?” He was wearing a bathrobe that revealed his chest ever so slightly. “Yes, come closer.” You waved your hand, making yourself comfortable now that he’s here.

“Why don’t you tell me why I’ve been summoned?” He stroked through his hair, some water droplets dripped down from the ends. You stared at him, not expecting him to misbehave already, “I thought you’d know better, puppy.” Dazai chuckled, as if he expected you to say that, and immediately answered, “oh what to do, i don’t know anything~” while he talked, he brought the back of his hand to his forehead, the other one holding his clothes together.

“Can’t you explain it to me again?” The brunette pondered, pouting after he finished his sentence. You caught him sneaking some glances over to you while giving a show. “Hah- have I been too lenient with you? To think you’ve forgotten how to act around me.” Of course you knew this was just another defiant game of his, it was something he did whenever he wanted to mess with you. Normally you’d brush it off, but this time, maybe you should play along.

“Then listen to my orders carefully, puppy.” You leaned back a little, raising your head high up, “firstly, strip.” For a split second, you saw his eyes change from calculated to excited, before he went back to being collected. “Will I be the only one stripping? Oh y/n~ that’s so perverted.” He turned his head to the side, to hide behind his raised shoulder for a bit. Look at him acting like some shy virgin, was he going to ask you to be gentle as well?

Soon after, the white fluffy robe fell down to the floor. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but he wasn’t embarrassed yet. “Are you going to stare all day?” The male asked with a light grin, taking a few steps forward before closing the door behind him. “I was being considerate towards you, or do you want to be touched so badly?” He slowly walked over to you, answering in a cheeky tone, “of course, you’ve been starving me of affection lately.”

Suddenly you raised your hand and said, “stop,” and so he did as you wanted, stopping in the middle of the room. You sighed deeply, almost as if disappointed, then sneered, “don’t walk, crawl to me.” A shudder ran down his spine, and he clenched his hand subconsciously. “Crawl? Why should I do that…” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, also signing, as if copying you. You didn’t let this irritate you and simply replied, “don’t you want to earn my praise for a change?”

His ears turned red when he heard that, but instead of retaliating any more, he dropped down to his knees and looked up at you, “please praise me plenty then, master ♡” What’s this? Look at him suddenly being all docile, crawling to you on all fourth and keeping eye contact the whole time. This man, unbelievable, he really had no shame.

As soon as he arrived, he positioned himself in front of you, still on his knees all nicely with his hands gripping the edge of the bed. “Have I been good?” He almost mewled, smiling so brightly with crimson cheeks. Your hand stroked through his hair, watching him nuzzle into your palm. He’s trying so hard, it’s making you almost feel bad.

“You did pretty well, but…” you slid back on the mattress, until you could place your foot on the back of his head. Afterward, you stepped down, forcing him to bow his head. “Look at that mess your little tail made.” An amused chuckled slipped from your lips, and you couldn’t stop grinning at his flustered expression. The blush was even spreading to his shoulders now, how adorable.

Dazai stared at the ground right below him, not like he had any other choices anyway. And it was evident what you meant. His poor hard-on has been leaking the whole time, without him noticing his own arousal. Most of his precum dripped all the way down his shaft and onto his thighs, though some also coated the floor beneath him. Before he could even ask for forgiveness, you pressed down harder, resulting in his face being mere inches away from the poodle of mess he himself made.

“I’m sure a good dog would know what to do?” You’ve been mumbled, noticing how he shuddered at your every word. “Y/n, I-” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you grind his face into the liquid, muttering almost to yourself, “so cute.” He whined at the harsh treatment, feeling his dick twitch in excitement. Without further delay, he stuck his tongue out and licked, making sure to make loud slurping sounds as well just to put on another show for you.

“Hnnnghh~ mhmm… uhm, mmghff…! ♡♥︎♡” More whimpers escaped his throat, and his eyes rolled to the back to his head. His body felt so hot, so electric. Hot tears steamed down his rosy cheeks. He could feel the pressure of your foot against his head, as well as his stomach curling and flutter. Simply hearing your low, slightly hitched breathing made his heart pound. After all, it meant you liked what he was doing, so he was doing a good job, right, right?

“Good boy.” You complimented him, holding your own head with your hands. “You’re doing so good, such a pretty boy.” He continued to lick across the dirtied spot, feeling a rush of heat coursing through his veins. The taste of his own fluids were maddening. It didn’t exactly have a taste, but just the thought of it and the act of doing it in front of you made it special. And exactly because he was so into it, you couldn’t stop the praise from spilling, “You are my good and obedient puppy, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm- mGhUuu~♡♡♥︎..!!!” Suddenly he moaned against the cold ground, and his toes curled. You were a little surprised which is why you moved your foot, wondering if he was actually chocking. Once he raised his head though, you understood what was up with him. Hah. This fucking pervert, cumming all over the floor over nothing.

His eyes were glazed over, hazy while his tongue hung out of his mouth. Tears and drool decorating that pretty face as he whispered meekly, “m’ sorry~♥︎♥︎♡” You stayed quiet for a moment, calming yourself down as little muffled laughs rang in his ears. After that, you teased, “maybe I shouldn’t have praised you so early on. Oh well, it just means you have to clean it again.”

[heartssturnioloo]

could you do virgin!bsf chris and reader.

eg. they were playing truth or dare and it starts to get freaky and chris couldn’t answer the questions and ended up admitting he was a virgin so reader decides to help him learn how to have sex ect.

also can i be 🧸 anon?

virgin ~ c. sturniolo

warnings ‼️: nsfw content ahead, 🔞, consume with your own risk, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, loss of virginity

a/n: working through requests i promise 😫😫, not proofread, first time writing smut so may not be that good 😢

a/n: anon added

dividers by @/anitalenia 💞💞

wc: 794

“Truth?” you respond to Chris, “Let me think.”

At this point, you were high on dopamine, the rush blurring your consciousness, not fully in control of your actions.

“Are you a sub or a dom?” you ask Chris, your best friend. This was definitely crossing some unexplored boundaries in your friendship— but you were too into the game. Plus, there was no harm in answering such a vague question, right? It wasn't too invasive.

As the words leave your mouth, a hint of a blush quickly dusts over Chris’ cheeks, panning down onto his neck.

“Come onnnn… it's not that bad!” you argue, “Unless, you accept losing?”

“No, it's not that, it's just…” Chris starts.

“Are you a switch?” you interrupt.

“No, it's that…” Chris tries again.

“Don't enjoy either?” you interrupt again.

Having no choice, Chris decides to just blurt his answer out, “I'm a virgin.”

That instantly shuts you up, your eyes widening at him, just staring at him.

“...What?” you manage to say.

Chris groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands, the previously dust of red has now become a roaring shade of red, coating his face and ears.

“Listen, I know how it sounds…” he tries to defend himself.

“But how? You're always flirting with basically everyone and all the girls have a crush on you,” you ask, completely bewildered at his confession, thinking it must be some sort of joke.

“Fuck… this is embarrasing,” Chris says, looking up from his hand covered face, “It just never happened. It's not a bad thing, alright?”

“Right, it's not a bad thing, but I just didn't expect that from you of all people.”

“It doesn't mean anything, I'm still experienced in other ways,” Chris justifies.

“Like what?” you continue, prying to know more. This wasn't something you two would ever talk about, but since you have the opportunity now, why not take it?

“Kissing, fingering, all that stuff. Nothing much I haven't done.”

“But nothing is as good as the real thing,” you argue.

“Yeah?”

And that's how you found yourself laid on your back, your sweatpants pulled to your ankles as Chris towered above you, pulling out his semi-hard length with one hand and rubbing your clit through your panties with the other.

He goes to pull your panties down, and you help him by lifting your hips up, Chris sliding them to your ankles.

You kick off the clothing gathered at your ankles, now somewhere on the floor, scattered with clothing, as Chris pulls off his shirt.

“We'll just start off with missionary?” you ask Chris.

He nods along, resuming working his fingers on your clit, while lazily stroking hwitcock with his other hand.

Spitting on his fingers, his fingers linger on your clit for a few moments before inserting one of his fingers inside your already dripping pussy, clenching around him.

At this point, his cock is rock hard, resting upright against his stomach.

“I think I'm wet enough,” you say, almost a whisper.

Chris nods and pauses fingering you, “Can I?”

“Yeah, we'll go slow,” you reply, despite it being his first time, he actually seemed to have an idea of what he was supposed to do.

Pulling his fingers out briefly, he quickly replaces them with the head of his length.

You both pause for a moment, adjusting to the moment before you lock eyes with each other, knowing you both want more.

Chris pushes in more, filling you up, eliciting a simultaneous gasp from both of you— he was stretching you out and you were clenching around his cock.

He can't keep his eyes off at the way he enters you, the way you accept him.

By the time he's completely buried in you, all previous awkwardness has faded, replaced with lust and desire for each other.

Slowly, Chris begins thrusting in and out of you, each thrust stronger than the previous, each thrust making you wetter, each thrust making him want more.

Your moans fill the room, at that point, your friendship boundaries had been crushed and swept away, too entranced in the moment.

Chris’ head falls back, groans spilling from his parted lips, still thrusting.

Your legs wrap around his waist, wanting more as you begin to feel the familiar feeling of the knot in your abdomen.

“Chris, I'm gonna…” you manage to breathe out through your moans, captivated in ecstasy.

“I know… me too,” Chris whispers, breathily his thrusts become more sloppy.

Chris aids you towards release by focusing his fingers on your clit, enhancing your pleasure.

Eventually, you see white and pleasure rushed through your veins, all around your body.

Similarly, Chris pulls out and finishes on your lower abdomen, laying beside you.

“I think I prefer being a dom.”

taglist 💞:

@joces-wrld

@madisonsfavgirl

[getmeoutofhell]

Art Headcanons

warnings: this contains piss, demons, and some cussing. read at your own risk.

a/n: have fun and read these headcanons and a small image about this black and white man!

he’s quite frankly a pervert. a demonic, stinky, pervert. nothing good is coming from him and you know it. he smells like the sewer pennywise lives in. shit, ass, and fungus reeks off of his body. if he lives with you, get ready for this dude to come to YOUR home at 2-5 am. oh…he doesn’t care about the fact you have work tomorrow. you just have to deal with it i suppose. 💉

he does shower…rarely tho. i’m sorry. he does stuff on his own time & own pace. there’s no changing that baby. i mean, you can try, but won’t shit help him. “art…please i’m not trying to be rude but…please shower.” he looks at you and pouts. does he shower…no. the main time he does shower is like in the fucking morning where the suns not even up yet. put your foot down when time get like this. tell him you don’t like it. 🩸

he writes most if not all stuff down. since he’s non verbal, he obviously can’t communicate with words. oh my his hand writing is not the best unless he’s writing his own name. which is weird huh? but he’s weird so i guess it doesn’t matter. it’s like he’s a child in kindergarten doing art. you appreciate it but you secretly know it’s terrible. he knows it’s terrible too. “art, what does this even mean?” he looks at you as if you’re stupid and makes that certain faces that ticks you off. 💉

the only time you can tell if he’s really angry is if he’s not smiling and just stares off. he won’t even look you in the eyes or anything. when you try to get his attention he still doesn’t care and ignores you. “art…hello?? *snap snap* oh my goddddd.” ever since he got his head cut off he’s just been…you don’t know. maybe he’s more conscious or something, you’re not sure. 🩸

when it comes to you he’s never serious, and i means NEVER. it’s always a joke or a prank with you. even if you yell at him, he doesn’t give a shit and will continue his laughter. this one time art came home and decided he wanted to piss on the floor and not the bathroom, you know where the TOILET is?? yeah no, he said fuck that. you were furious like beyond mad. you yelled at him like mad to the point where you slept in a different room. despite his “nonchalant” attitude he actually was kinda sad when you slept in a different space. that’s to bad art. 💉

“art?!?! why would you pee on the god damn floor?!??” you yell at the top of your lungs at the toxic liquid that came from the clown. he looks around and laughs at your actions before walking in the living room. you were so fucking heated. you didn’t even know what else to say/do in the situation. your “lover” art had pissed you off enough that day. you decided to sleep in the guest room in y’all’s shared home, just to clear your head and think about your next move. 🤡

[sandwitchstories]

Carnal Delights

Happy 2025, everyone!! Let's start the year odd with some Rengoku smut. But not just any Rengoku smut, oh no. Lets start it off with an orgy! One in which we get sandwiched between our beloved Kyojuro and his delicious, delectable bestest buddy, Tengen Uzuii, along with much much more!

To read on AO3, click here !

Summary: After staying to help Tengen and his wives clean up from his birthday party, you and Kyojuro find yourselves having an orgy with the Uzuis.

Author's note: This is like WAY belated timeline-wise lol. I had started writing it for Tengen's bday which was... y'know, over 2 months ago... but then writers block hit and the holidays happened... BUT here it is at long last! (I have never written an orgy before and I do not know if I will write one again, but at least it's finished now! lol) Eat up, me pretties! The feast has finally finished cooking! Bon Appetit!

WC: 5734 (might be my longest one shot ever)

CW: MDNI, Smut, Orgy, multiple partners, multiple positions, P in V sex, lesbian sex, gay sex, anal sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral (both m and f receiving), fem reader, pet names, safe sane and consensual - for a full list of possible CW please check the AO3 link above

Divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

Kyojuro could not take his eyes off of you. You always captivated him, pulling him in no matter what it was you were doing. But this was different. Very different. 

It had started with a party at Tengen’s house for his birthday and Halloween of course since it was the same day. It happened to be a Saturday so no one had to worry about work the next day. The drinks were pouring, the games were playing, the costumes were creative, it was wonderful. 

Kyojuro and you stayed to help clean up, he was Kyo’s best friend after all, it was the least you guys could do. Still not quite ready to call it a night, the drinks kept coming after the clean up was done. Then it was decided you guys would stay the night in the guest room. You were both not intoxicated enough to be unaware of what you were doing or unable to give coherent consent, but you were definitely not okay to drive. Safety first. 

But then… then truth or dare had started. And it had not taken it long to get dirty (big surprise with Tengen and his wives…). You had pulled your husband aside, wanting to set boundaries and make sure he was okay with it. It was decided that for tonight, you guys would share and enjoy what your friends offered. The only rule you were truly adamant about - Kyojuro was the only one allowed to cum in your pussy and your pussy was the only one he was allowed to cum in. You were on birth control, but neither of you wanted to take the risk. 

And from there everything was a blur. Clothes sliding off, hands and mouths wandering. It was a total immersion experience. 

Kyojuro had been fucking you for over 5 years. You were always a beautiful sight to see, but this was something completely different. He was getting to witness your pleasure from an outside perspective, and Gods, did you look gorgeous.

Currently you were spread out on the rug on the floor in front of him with Suma between your legs. He watched as her fingers pumped and spread your pussy open. The way she sucked and licked at your clit was different from his own, but you were obviously enjoying it, judging by your little whimpers and the way your hands were buried in the brunette’s hair, holding her closer to your center, encouraging her to keep going. 

Kyojuro had yet to join in, watching and getting comfortable with all of… this. Watching you had been a no brainer. He loved rewatching videos the two of you made when he jacked off. He just plain loved to watch you. But joining in himself… he honestly did not know where to even start…

Tengen was on the couch across from him, fully enjoying the buffet that was his wives. Hinatsaru was hovering above his face with her hands braced on the arm of the couch while Tengen buried his face between her legs. One of his hands thrusting fingers into her cunt while the other was tight in Makio’s hair, guiding her depth and speed as she sucked his cock. His wives were beautiful, they had phenomenal bodies. He couldn’t help but admire them. 

When it came to Tegen, his best friend, he had never seen or thought of him in this type of light before. A blush hit Kyo’s cheeks as he realized he was enjoying the sight of his best friend’s body. 

He was startled when he felt hands on his thighs pulling him back into his own experience. He quickly looked down to find you now kneeling between his legs, smiling up at him with your hair already mused. He cupped your cheek smiling. “I thought you were busy.”

“I was,” you smiled, using his thighs as leverage to raise yourself up. “But I am never, ever too busy for you.”

He knew what you wanted and instantly leaned down to meet your lips and kiss you, the hand from your cheek now buried in your hair. You broke the kiss but kept his eye contact.

Kyojuro couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips when you palmed his cock through his pants, squeezing it in your palm while you looked up at him. He was putty in your hands and he knew it. 

His eyes widened when Suma moved to be behind you, leaning over your back and trailing kisses down your spine while her hands roamed your body. You looked up at him with hazy, lust filled eyes and slid your hands under his shirt, your fingernails trailing over his abs and up his chest. He pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it behind the couch he was sitting on. 

You smiled and leaned forward to lick and kiss down his stomach like you always did before you sucked his cock. He leaned his head against the pillowed back of the couch as he lifted his hips to help you take off his pants. 

His eyes widened as Suma leaned over your back, reaching a hand up above you to stroke his cock. Her hand around his length was unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant. She definitely knew what she was doing. 

She gave him a little smirk before she put her hand on the back of your head and pressed you forward. “Kyojuro sure does have a pretty cock. Do you want to suck it?”

“Always,” you rasped, leaning forward. 

Your hands braced on his thighs as Suma held his cock at the base. You ran your tongue up and down the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein before coming up to wrap your lips around the tip. He groaned as you flicked the slit with your tongue before you began sucking his cock in earnest. Your nails dug into his thighs as Suma guided your head up and down pressing you down to the point he was snug in your throat and your nose nuzzled against his pelvis.

“Wow! You’re good at deepthroating, not a single gag!” Suma praised you. 

She moved the hand resting on your hip to run fingers up and down your slit from behind you. Kyojuro watched her thrust her fingers in. The moan you let out around his cock made it twitch in your throat. His hands left the couch and cupped your face. “You always look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

You smiled around his cock and went all the way down again, your tongue stroking the underside of his cock before Suma pulled you back up off his cock. You were panting softly, drool dripping from your lips. You moaned as her fingers in your cunt started to move harder and faster. 

Kyojuro knew you were close, he could see it in your eyes and in your body language. He knew your body better than he knew his own. He moved a hand to your throat, squeezing lightly. The thumb of his other hand stroked across your lip, smearing your spit as it went. He locked eyes with you before issuing his command with a smirk on his face. “Cum.”

You couldn’t stop the cry of pleasure that came out of your mouth as your orgasm tore through you. Your mouth was hanging open and your eyes rolling back in your head as the other woman continued to pound her fingers into your cunt. You hadn’t even realized you were waiting for him to command it, so used to your own sex life where he knew you loved to be edged, knew you loved to be told when you could cum

“Good girl,” Kyojuro let go of your neck and cupped your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. 

“I want to see you fuck Suma,” you blurted out to your husband, ignoring the fact that your cheeks felt hot as you told him what you wanted. He was always telling you to be direct…

You saw Kyojuro glance at the other woman, his eyes definitely took her in but you didn’t mind. In fact, it made your cunt squeeze around Suma’s nimble fingers as she worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. You looked up at him, “I can get her ready for you.”

“Please do, I would love to watch,” Kyojuro encouraged, sitting back on the couch. 

Suma moved to be sitting on the couch next to Kyojuro while you stayed on your knees but moved to kneel between her legs. She pulled her feet up and spread her legs wide, pulling you closer with a heated look in her eyes. You kept her gaze as you licked up her slit with the flat of your tongue, watching as her jaw started to lower. You circled and flicked at her clit with your tongue before you began suck on the bundle of nerves.

“Yeah, just like that,” Suma praised in a whimper, her hips moving against your mouth. “You’re doing so good, Y/N.”

Kyojuro leaned over and rested a hand on the back of the couch. Suma’s hands were now buried tightly in your hair, pulling you more in. You moaned loudly against her cunt when Kyojuro’s fingers shoved into you hole and began fucking them up into you. Your excitement made you pick up your speed and maximize your efforts. 

Suma looked beautiful as she came on your mouth and fingers. You removed your fingers to thrust your tongue into her hole, swirling it around thoroughly enjoying her taste on your tongue. You lifted your slick covered fingers to her lips, admiring as she sucked them clean. 

You felt empty as Kyojuro removed his fingers from you, bringing them to your lips for you to suck clean. He turned his attention to Suma. She eagerly turned on the couch to be facing towards him. You knew all of Kyojuro’s moves, but it was something else to watch them from this perspective. You scooted back a bit from the couch to be able to have a better view.

The way his fingers had dug into her hips as he yanked her closer, leaning down to kiss her. You watched his hand trail her body, groping her breast, toying her nipple. As his hand slid between her legs your own hand slid between yours. Your jaw went slightly slack. You moved your fingers in time to his, almost hypnotized by what was playing out in front of you. Your eyes flicked up to see him looking into her eyes with a heat you had only ever seen directed at you. You bit your lip as you watched him grab onto his cock. He tapped it on her pussy several times before rubbing the head up and down her slit and pressing in. 

Kyojuro was always beautiful, sexy and perfect. But seeing his toned body moving in this fashion really drove that fact home. You felt not an ounce of jealousy as you watched him fucking Suma. Your fingers were beginning to feel like they were not enough. 

You were startled as a large, warm, toned body wrapped around you from behind. Tengen’s warmth flooded into you and you found yourself automatically leaning back into his embrace. He kissed the side of your neck before resting his head on your shoulder. His cock nestled against you.

“They are quite the sight to see, huh?” Tengen asked in your ear.

You nodded before breaking your trance and turning your head up to look at the snow haired man. He wasted no time descending his lips onto yours, slotting them together and working his tongue into your pliant mouth. You had to admit, the man could kiss. You raised your free hand to cup his face, starting to pull the hand frozen on your pussy away. 

Tengen quickly moved a hand from your stomach to resting over your hand. He broke the kiss to look into your eyes, there was lust in his eyes and a smirk on his face. “Uh Uh. Let's keep that there for now and watch together. How does that sound?”

The hand on your hip slid up your body, stopping to grope your breast before sliding up the valley between them to rest on your throat while the other hand stayed over yours, pressing your hand firmly back against your sensitive cunt. He looked at you again before kissing you passionately. You moaned against his lips as his hand on your throat tightened just the littlest bit. 

He broke the kiss, pecking your lips before he turned your head to watch the scene in front of you. The hand on your throat had slid up so he could hold your chin in place loosely. You made eye contact with Kyojuro to find he was watching you as he fucked Suma. Her eyes were on you too even as she was being filled again and again by your husband’s thick cock. 

You shivered as Tengen’s hand started moving yours up and down your slit, gathering your honey before pressing them to your clit and moving them firmly against it together.

“Don’t stop those fingers,” Tengen directed. 

“Oh shit,” you whimpered, your eyes closing as his fingers circled your entrance. You cried out when he shoved two fingers into your wet hole, moaning and shaking as he began to fuck the long, thick digits into you over and over again.

“Eyes open,” Kyojuro commanded you. 

Your eyes shot open instantly, trying to bring your vision into focus. Tengen added another finger to your cunt making your hips jerk. You looked down to watch his fingers fucking your creamy hole. It felt different than when Kyo did it, but was incredible nonetheless. You wanted to cum so bad… “Please…”

“Please what?” Tengen asked, his fingers fucking into you harder. 

Kyojuro was refocused on Suma and was not going to answer for you this time. Dammit. “Please can I cum?”

“Oh, absolutely. By all means. Fall apart for me, beautiful. I wanna watch you go,” Tengen said, his mouth attaching to your neck and biting down as your pleasure tore through your body. You threw your head back as your cunt spasmed around his fingers and your cream coated his fingers and palm. Tengen mouthed at your neck and shoulders as he worked you through it.

“That was fucking hot, Y/N,” Tengen said, grinding his hard on against you. “I want you to cum as many times as you can. Can you do that for me, gorgeous? Don’t ask. But do me a favor and try to keep count.”

“I cannot do the last part,” you laughed, your voice feeling a little raspy and your cunt over sensitized, making you twitch as he continued to lazily run his sinful fingers u and down your slit. 

“Alright, I’ll concede that part,” he chuckled, turning your face to kiss you again. He bit your lip before pulling back. “Can I fuck you, Y/N? Can I make you cum on my cock?”

“As many times as you want, birthday boy,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again, completely caught up in the way this evening was going.

Tengen moved back to be more on his knees and shins, roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you to him. He put his hand on your back, guiding you to lean forward and rest on your hands. You spread your legs and arched your back. He groaned and lightly smacked down both of his large hands on your ass cheeks. He squeezed them and spread them apart, moving his hands so that his thumbs could spread your pussy wide open. 

“You sure do have a pretty pussy,” Tengen said in appreciation as he watched your hole clench around nothing as you longed to be filled. 

You quickly glanced up as Suma’s moans filled the air as her orgasm took her over.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming,” Kyojuro moaned.

As you watched your husband pull out and cum on the other woman’s stomach Tengen shoved his cock into you, bottoming out on the first thrust. His cock was thick and long, maybe just a little bigger than Kyo’s, and it took your breath away as the tip slammed into your cervix. 

“Fuck, she’s god damn tight,” Tengen groaned as he made eye contact with Kyojuro who was currently sitting on the couch trying to catch his breath as he watched the two of you.

“She is,” Suma agreed, watching you as she too worked to come down from her high. 

Tengen began to thrust, his fingers digging into your hips. Your eyes fluttered close as Tengen began to move and lewd sounds began to fall from your lips. There was movement in front of you and suddenly your jaw was in a firm grip you knew well. Your eyes shot open to find Kyojuro kneeling in front of you.

“Didn’t I say eyes open, love?” Kyojuro asked, with lust and love in his eyes. He was in his more dominant headspace, that was obvious. It made your cunt clench on Tengen’s cock.

“Oh, she likes that,” Tengen said. You could hear the grin in his voice. You didn’t even have to see him to know how smug he looked. You clenched your core again in spite, moaning at the feeling it gave you. 

“She loves being told what to do when she’s getting fucked, huh, beautiful?” Kyojuro almost purred. His grip changed to be more focused on your chin as he tipped your face back to kiss you as Tengen fucked into you from behind.

You whimpered into the kiss, a shiver running through your body. It felt so… naughty to be kissing your husband while another man fucked you. It made you even more slick at the thought.

“I want to see her take you both,” Makio’s voice joined the conversation.

Your gaze flicked from Kyojuro’s to the couch where Makio was now laying on her side behind Suma. Her hands roaming up and down the other woman’s body as she spoke. She held your gaze as she lowered her mouth to Suma’s neck and shoulder. 

“Oh, yes!” Suma agreed. You watched as Makio pinched one of Suma’s nipples and slid her other hand lower until her fingers between the other woman’s legs. 

“What do you think, my love?” Kyojuro asked, moving to block your view of anything except him.

“Think you can take both of us? Want us to spit roast you, gorgeous?” Tengen asked, his cock twitching in your cunt as he spoke.

“Yes please,” you nodded, tilting your chin, wanting another kiss from your husband. Tengen was good with his mouth,  his hands and his cock, but Kyojuro would always be your absolute addiction. 

He moved a hand into your hair, tightening his fingers. He looked into your eyes thoughtfully. “What about taking both of us another way as well?”

“Oh?” Tengen’s hips stuttered a moment at the implication. He gave your ass cheeks a squeeze, his large hands then spreading them wide to see all you had to offer. “That does sound like a really nice birthday gift…”

“She’s brought it up before… we’ve used toys… what do you say to trying the real thing, my love?” Kyojuro asked, giving your lips a gentle kiss.

He knew this was something you wanted, but the fact that he made sure you were okay with it and wanted it first made your heart flutter even as your brain was clouded in lust and pleasure. “Yes, please.”

He grinned as Tengen ground against you. With Kyojuro holding your chin up you had not been able to see that below he was already hard again and leaking. His cock wanting so desperately to be buried balls deep within you. He moved to be fully up on his knees to run the swollen tip across your lips, painting it in his precum like he loved to do. He had told you many times it was prettier on you than any lipgloss or lipstick you owned.

You grinned up at him as Tengen fucked into you from behind. You opened your mouth and took the head of his cock between your lips, sucking and swirling your tongue over it before opening your jaw wider to let it go slack. 

As you knew would happen, it did not take long for Kyojuro to once again be burying his cock in the tight confines of your throat. The feeling of him so deep in one direction, and Tengen so damn deep in the other direction was… mind blowing. They were moving in an almost seesaw motion, getting their pleasure but obviously trying not to overwhelm you as well. 

“Let me get her ready,” Hinatsaru’s voice reached your ears as you felt her move to kneel beside you and heard her set something down.

Kyojuro pulled out of your mouth, still holding your head by your hair so you could give your consent before putting your mouth back to use. Your eyes closed as you tried to process so many sensations at once. You were grateful Kyo was letting it slide for now because your eyes were watery with pleasure and over sensitivity. 

The two men fucking you slowed down as Hinatsaru’s hands roamed your body. You had always thought her hands were pretty, so delicate and slender. You had never once thought about how good she would be with them in this type of situation. And now you would never be able to look at her hands without thinking of it…

With one hand on your lower back the other slid under your body. She toyed with your swaying breasts, pulling on your hard nipples. Then continued south. Her delicate fingers slid between your folds, pinching your clit on either side of the slender digits, moving them back and forth. 

Your pussy clenched and quivered at the sensation, making Tengen moan and give you a particularly hard thrust, shoving you further down Kyojuro’s cock. Your eyes widened as she slid two fingers into your cunt along with Tengen’s cock, curling them to press against your spongy walls.

You moaned loudly around Kyojuro’s cock, you had never experienced this sensation before. Pleasure shot through your body like electricity, setting every nerve ablaze. Her fingers slid back out, now coated in your honey and began to rub your clit in time with the movements of the two men currently spit roasting you. 

You heard the sound of something opening a moment before a cool gel touched your back entrance. A tremor moved through your whole body as she began to work her fingers into you, teasing the tight muscle and then dipping in, over and over again. 

“You’re doing so good,” Kyojuro said through his panting breath.

“So good, feel so good,” Tengen agreed, hands squeezing your hips gingerly. 

You felt Hinatsaru work a third finger into you from behind. If you felt stuff now you could only imagine how you would feel in a few minutes. That thought was gone quickly as Hinatsaru picked up the pace with both of her hands. 

“Harder,” Hinatsaru instructed them.

You came hard, fast and almost violently, the orgasm taking you completely by surprise. Kyojuro pulled his cock out of your mouth so your shout of pleasure could be heard by all. The other two kept working you through your orgasm.

“Need a minute, my love?” Kyojuro asked, chuckling at how absolutely fucked out of your mind you looked. 

“Nope. I’m good, I promise, my love,” you smiled, sweat making stray hairs stick to your forehead. 

Kyojuro smiled and kissed you. Hinatsaru moved to the side as Tengen pulled you up more onto his lap with your back against his front so Kyojruo could reposition himself on his back, reaching out his hands for you. “Come here.”

You smiled and moved forward as soon as Tengen loosened his grip. His cock slid out of you as you moved over Kyojuro, kissing your husband passionately, hungry for his kiss. You felt him line his cock up and sank down on him, taking him all the way. You moaned into his kiss, savoring the feeling of him being inside you.

“Lean forward and relax,” Tengen said, leaning over your back and kissing your shoulder. 

You slid your arms under Kyojuro, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and laying on his chest while keeping your hips raised with the help of Kyojuro’s strong hands under your thighs. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Kyojuro asked, turning your face up to look at him.

You nodded. This was not your first time doing anal or DP, but you had only ever done it with toys. And, well, as you noted earlier, Tengen was just as well endowed as the flame haired man you married. You closed your eyes and let out a slow breath, reminding yourself to relax. 

Tengen pressed the lubed head of his cock against the tight ring of your ass and began working himself in slowly. Once he was fully seated within you he stayed still which you were more than grateful for. You had never felt so fucking full in all of your life. It was incredible. 

“You tell us when to move,” Tengen said, pressing kisses across your shoulders while Kyojuro massaged your hips and thighs. You gave yourself a few moments to adjust before you tried moving your hips just a little, making all three of you swear at the sensation. 

Tengen straightened up above you, his hands placing themselves on your hips. “Ready?”

“Good,” you nodded, bracing yourself for the initial sting of movement. 

It was gone quicker than you had thought it would be and soon you were drowning in absolute pleasure. The feel of them so thick and long, alternating thrusts of their cocks inside of you while their big strong hands gripped onto you had you hurtling towards another orgasm quickly. 

“You’re gettin’ so tight on my cock, baby. You gonna cum for us so soon?” Tengen asked, his hands keeping you spread so he could watch his cock moving in and out of your almost painfully tight hole. 

“Close,” you croaked out, moving your hands from under your husband to brace them on his chest and push yourself up, changing the angle slightly and making you moan loudly. 

Kyojuro moved a hand to slide between your folds and start rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. He looked at the other man over your shoulder. “Fuck her harder.”

“Harder huh?” Tengen asked. “I can do that.”

You had never come so hard in your life. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you damn near blacked out as your orgasm filled every molecule of your body with pleasure. The sounds coming from your mouth were just plain pornographic. But you didn’t care. Couldn’t care. All you could process was the euphoria you were soaking in. Cumming and twitching, sandwiched between two men with bodies that would make the Greek Gods themselves jealous. 

They slowed their thrusts as you came down, laying on Kyojuro’s chest and pathetically tapping on his shoulder three times making him laugh and wrap his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. Tengen chuckled from behind and kissed up your back to be able to kiss your cheek.

“You did good, so good,” Tengen said before straightening up and carefully pulling out of you. 

Kyojuro kissed the top of your head again, “You were phenomenal. Are you alright?”

“I’m good, I promise,” you chuckled, and with strength you did not feel you moved off of your husband, feeling him still rock hard inside of you. “Don’t stop the festivities on my account.”

You moved from between the two men, being directed to rest between Hinatsaru’s legs as she rested against the couch. Her breasts pressed against your back and her arms wrapped around your middle as she rested her head on your shoulder. 

“You did really well for your first time,” Hinatsaru said, kissing your shoulder. She followed it up with, “Now, let's watch, shall we?”

You were about to ask what she meant when you took in the two men infront of you, both still sporting full erections. Kyojuro was about to move when Tengen leaned over and reached out a hand to cup the back of his head. Your husband’s eyes were wide as his best friend leaned down so their foreheads bumped. 

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you, did you know that? Just… never had the guts to tell you,” Tengen said. He chuckled and followed it up with, “And no, it's not the booze talking. We’re all long since sober and we know it.”

“I did not know you felt that way,” Kyojuro said, eyes still wide as he digested what was happening.

“May I kiss you?” Tengen asked.

Kyojuro thought back to his earlier thoughts of admiring his best friend’s body. He knew his wife would not be bothered by it. He was pretty sure it would be quite the opposite in fact, going off of all the Yaoi she ingested. 

“Yes,” Kyojuro answered, turning his face up. 

He had never kissed a man before. As far as you knew he had never even thought about doing it. But here he was, locking lips with the larger man over him. 

You were almost spellbound as you watched their kiss go from curious and unsure to passionate. There was something about watching as Kyojuro’s fingers carded through Tengen’s hair and held him closer that shot right to your well used core, making you clench and shift your hips slightly.

Hinatsaru kissed your cheek and moved her hands down your body to spread your thighs and run her hand over your sensitive cunt. She slid a finger between your folds and slowly, teasingly rubbing her finger up and down your slit.  Your breath caught as her fingers focused their attention on your clit with slow, gentle figure 8s. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off the sight in front of you, but you wanted to give Hinatsaru pleasure as well. You moved a hand behind you to slide your fingers over her dripping slit behind you, teasing her in the same way she was teasing you.

You watched as Tengen’s hand moved to cup Kyojuro’s cock and his own in his palm, gripping and pumping them together as they kissed. Tengen leaned Kyojuro back before he began kissing a path down your husband’s carved body. Kyojuro braced on his elbows to watch Tengen as he went lower. 

The large man looked up at your husband and gave him such a flirtatious look as he licked down his happy trail that your pussy clenched.  As you watched Kyojuro’s head fall back and his cock disappear into Tengen’s throat, Hinatsaru slid her fingers fully into your cunt, pumping them at a languid pace. 

You watched the pleasure play across Kyojuro’s face. His half lidded eyes met yours and he moved hand to beckon you back to him. As tired as you were, you left the dark haired woman’s embrace and crawled across the floor to your husband, letting him pull you down into a kiss. 

Tengen took your hand and put it on Kyojuro’s cock as he pushed your husband’s hips back and dipped his head lower. 

You never knew Kyojuro could make the sound he let out into your mouth as Tengen set to work. You pulled back from the kiss to watch your husband’s eyes roll back into his head, smiling at the sight. You kissed and stroked your husband, your passion building back into an inferno as he lit the fire within you once again. You couldn’t help but watch and admire Kyojuro’s face as Tengen’s tongue and fingers worked him open. He looked so pretty with his cheeks flushed and his jaw slightly slacked. 

Your pussy throbbed and clenched as you watched your husband’s face as Tengen’s cock filled him, sending a shiver through his muscular body. He laid back, letting you keep stroking him as his best friend held onto his hips, fucking into him. He reached for you even as Tengen’s cock was burying balls deep within him over and over again. Kyojuro arranged you into position to be able to sink down onto his cock, a shudder running through his body.. 

Tengen wrapped an arm around you from behind, guiding you to move with him as the two of you fucked your husband together. Your orgasm hit first and pulled Kyojuro over the edge with you, dragging Tengen along for a third quickly. You watched your husband fall apart under you, cumming hard and filling you up as you simultaneously felt Tengen’s cum splash onto the fat of your ass.

Tengen lazily and dramatically fell backwards on the floor behind you, his wives swarming him all at once. You went limp, laying down on top of Kyojuro, peppering his lips with kisses. “I’m tapping out for real this time though.”

He chuckled and cupped your face, “That makes two of us, beautiful.”

“Well, thank you guys for coming to my birthday party. And then cumming at my after party,” Tengen called in an exhausted tone from where he laid.

“That was not even slightly punny,” Kyojuro answered back with a smile, his head resting on the floor with his hair laying like a messy halo around him. 

“And that was any better?” you asked with a laugh, shaking your head. 

You kissed him again, resting your foreheads together. You never knew you could love someone as much as you loved him. You glanced behind you at the Uzuis to see them all in a pile, coming back down to Earth with smiles on their faces.

The keys to a happy marriage and a happy life together were to keep falling in love with each other, again and again, as often as you could. And to never stop having new experiences. Happily ever after was not a final destination, it was a lifelong journey, a grand adventure. No matter where the road led -  whether it was to the Opera, the grocery store, or an orgy with his best friend - you would be by Kyojuro’s side. Forever wasn’t long enough, but you’d take it.

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SUNOO - God of Love

A deity meant to influence the hearts of others but ultimately succumbing to his own feelings and desires.

Pairing: Sunoo, a deity X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands

Note: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome!

In the ethereal realm where gods danced among the stars, the God of Love, Sunoo, stood as the guardian of passionate hearts. His gentle touch could unite souls, but in a moment of vulnerability, he found himself drawn to a mortal—an artist who captured the beauty of the world on her canvas. What should have remained a forbidden love spiraled into an all-consuming desire.

Sunoo: “You don’t understand—you shouldn’t be here. I am the God of Love, and you… you’re just a woman.”

Y/N: “Just a woman? Sunoo, you see me, you desire me. You feel what I feel. This isn’t just a whim—it’s real.”

Sunoo: “But what does this mean for us? I can’t… I shouldn’t give in to this desire.”

Y/N: “And if love is the only truth that matters? Let me show you what it means to be loved like a god.”

Sunoo: “And what if I lose myself in you? What if the love I give to others fades, leaving only pain?”

Y/N: “Then let’s lose ourselves together. Let the world witness the God of Love surrendering to his own heart and lust.”

Sunoo: “Then so be it. Let this forbidden desire consume us.”

---------- Time Skip ----------

A cozy mountain cabin. A fire crackles softly, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. A snowstorm whispers outside, but inside, the atmosphere is warm and intimate. In the center of the room, the God of Love and the mortal sit on the floor atop a plush rug, surrounded by pillows. His golden wings glimmer in the firelight, and his eyes shine with a mix of shyness and longing.

Sunoo: “You’re more beautiful than any soul I’ve ever seen… and believe me, I’ve seen many.”

Y/N: “You say that because it’s in your nature to make people fall in love. Am I just another mission to you?”

Sunoo: “My arrows have never struck me before. But with you… it feels like fate itself is playing tricks on me.”

Y/N: “And what if this is wrong? If you belong to a world I can never touch?”

Sunoo: “Perhaps my place is no longer among the cupids. Perhaps it’s here, with you.”

Y/N: “Would you risk everything for me?”

Sunoo: “For this heart? For this soul? I would risk it all.”

They linger in the moment, a silence heavy with emotion. Then, slowly, she leans in and kisses him. His wings fold around her like a protective cocoon as the firelight casts a gentle glow over them, creating an atmosphere of passion and surrender.

He smiles shyly, brushing his fingers against her face. Their kiss deepens, filled with both passion and tenderness. His hands explore her body carefully, as though she were something precious.

Sunoo’s touch is gentle yet possessive, a perfect balance of warmth and softness. As their bodies press closer, Y/N feels the heat radiating from him, a reminder of the magic coursing through his veins.

In one swift yet delicate motion, Y/N straddles Sunoo. He watches her, his eyes alight with desire. Every movement of hers drives him wild. Sunoo has never wanted anything as much as he wants to be inside her, to become one with her, but his inexperience leaves him hesitant. Sensing his insecurity, Y/N feels the need to reassure him.

Y/N: “Don’t be afraid, my cupid. I’ll guide us. All you need to do is trust me and allow yourself to feel these new sensations.”

Sunoo: “I trust you. Please… make me yours. Take my innocence. Use me.”

This was the moment Y/N had been waiting for—his confirmation, the carnal desire reflected in Sunoo’s eyes. With that, she began placing slow, lingering kisses along his jaw, trailing down to his neck, where she lingered, reveling in the effect it had on him. His whimpering moans only fueled her, and she left gentle bites along his skin.

While she lavished his neck with attention, she unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off slowly. Sunoo was a masterpiece that no mortal could ever describe—a vision of purity overcome by waves of pleasure. His closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips made him appear even more divine.

Y/N: “You’re heavenly. I’m certain that after this, I’ll never be allowed into heaven. What I’m about to do will send me straight to hell, but I’ll go willingly.”

Sunoo couldn’t form a response, lost in the storm of sensations coursing through him. Y/N shifted slightly, repositioning herself. Her hands on his bare chest moved slowly at first, then began to squeeze, her nails raking over his sensitive skin, leaving red marks in their wake. Sunoo seemed to enjoy the stinging sensation; his hard cock strained against his black slacks, desperate for release.

Sunoo: “My lady… I can’t take it anymore. I need you to… to touch me.”

Y/N: “Are my touches not enough? Are you a desperate little slut?”

The filthy insinuation in her tone, paired with her teasing gaze, nearly made Sunoo come undone in his pants.

Y/N: “If you want it so badly, show me where you want me to touch you. Be good for me and beg.”

Setting his shame aside and completely overtaken by desire, Sunoo grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it over his clothed cock.

Sunoo: “Please, my lady, I need you to touch me here. I can’t endure it anymore.”

Wasting no time, Y/N unzipped his pants, pulling them down in one swift motion along with his underwear. Sunoo’s cock sprang free, accompanied by a moan of relief. Y/N licked her lips, admiring its form—it was as perfect as she’d imagined. Of course, it was; he was Sunoo, the great God of Love, who could easily be the God of Perfection.

She took him fully into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his hard length as obscene sounds filled the room. Looking up, Y/N caught the perfect image of Sunoo—his eyes closed, mouth slightly open, saliva dripping at the corners as he lost himself in ecstasy.

Within moments, Sunoo came in her mouth, and Y/N swallowed eagerly. Without hesitation, she repositioned herself, aligning Sunoo’s cock with her dripping entrance, ready to finally feel him inside her.

Y/N: “I’ll squeeze you dry and milk every drop from you, and you’ll be an endlessly grateful little slut for me.”

Without warning, Y/N lowered herself, her sticky walls enveloping and crushing Sunoo’s aching cock. Both let out loud moans, creating a melody of their own as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. There was a balance between passion and lust, a connection that transcended the physical.

Y/N grabbed Sunoo’s hair forcefully, pulling him to maintain eye contact as she rode his cock with unrelenting vigor, moving at an almost unreal rhythm. Shivers ran through Sunoo’s entire body, causing his wings to quiver down to the last feather.

Sunoo: “Please, wait… don’t move—I want to last longer, but it’s too much. I can’t take it.”

Y/N: “Don’t worry. Come whenever you’re ready. Fill me up, mark me as yours, and don’t hold back.”

With that, after a few more thrusts, Sunoo came hard, gripping Y/N’s waist tightly with both hands. But Y/N showed no mercy, continuing to ride him with relentless energy. Tears formed in Sunoo’s eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Y/N: “I cried, I begged, and now I’ll use you until I’m satisfied. There’s no escape anymore.”

Despite being completely spent, Sunoo nodded, straightening his posture as he watched Y/N rise and fall on his cock. The wet sounds, the way Y/N bit her lips, lost in ecstasy, consumed him. It was painful, but it was the most fulfilling and magnificent pain he had ever imagined.

Some time later, Y/N reached her climax—the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. Still in the same position, she rested her forehead against Sunoo’s, their sweat mixing as they tried to steady their erratic breathing. Everything felt perfect—both heavenly and sinful in equal measure.

As Sunoo and Y/N rested, a shadow crept into the cabin. It was Shadow, the God of Forgetfulness, his dark smile piercing through the moment.

Shadow: “Sunoo, by loving as a mortal, you have broken the divine laws. Now, you will pay the price.”

Sunoo wrapped his wings protectively around Y/N.

Sunoo: “Take me, but spare her!”

Shadow: “You are bound together. One’s fate belongs to the other.”

With a wave of his hand, Shadow engulfed them in darkness. The cabin collapsed, and Sunoo felt his divine power slipping away. He was no longer a God.

This story is part of the universe of ' Divine Sins: Immortal Fantasies with ENHYPEN ' created by me.Description:Seven sensual and mysterious tales that delve into the desires between mortals and immortals. Inspired by the members of ENHYPEN, these stories reimagine the group as powerful gods and a fallen angel, all wickedly alluring and irresistibly seductive. Each narrative immerses readers in a world of fantasy, unveiling forbidden passions, divine secrets, and the overwhelming intensity that sparks between celestial beings and an ordinary human. A universe brimming with lust, mystery, and the captivating allure of the forbidden, where every story is an invitation to desire. Contains mature content.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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twilight? -bucky barnes

~ bucky barnes x fem!reader ~tags/cw: pre-civil war (bucky is in Romania and finds a friend in the local supermarket girl) they finally have their first coffee date! angst! bucky thinking about his past. honey is a replacement for y/n ~ wc: 2.4k ~ not proofread

For fifty years, the soldier had been the active mind in the body of James Buchanan Barnes. For that half a century, Bucky’s actions had not been his own, which in some aspects soothes the guilt that gnaws at his chest like a raven ravaging a corpse, picking at his decaying organs till his bones shine bright and clean, but in some other regards bolsters the powers of the monster made of shame and regret because he had been there, albeit locked in the deep, deep recesses of the soldier’s mind without any way of breaking free of the prison, but he was still there. James saw everything, felt every wound that tore at his skin, heard every cry and plea, the weight of the knife in his palm as he plunged into the neck of the soldier’s mission. He was there. Was. A key verb Bucky reminds himself of every morning as he spills the contents of his stomach into the sink after a new nightmare wretches him awake. Was. The word he writes in his journal over and over again until the script begins to look like chicken scratching. Was. Written in steam on the mirror as he dresses after a shower. A faint mark on his hand. The slip of paper in his wallet. A consistent reminder of his current reality. It has been working well this far, each time he feels that familiar pull of guilt's spindly fingers gripping his shoulders, he opens his journal or reads the slip of paper, a way to redirect his thoughts away from the feeling in the pit of his stomach that does not conjure any distinct memories, but fills his body with dread. 

Was. Was. Was. 

The slip of paper sits neatly in the second card slot in the tattered (and stolen) wallet. Beneath it is a metro card (also stolen) and another slip of paper. 

If you ever get a phone x

0763 389 295  

Your handwriting is neat, slanting slightly to the right as you quickly scrawled the message on a larger piece of paper before ripping it and slipping it into Bucky’s shopping bag. He hadn’t noticed the note until he had gotten home and began to unpack the groceries. Squished between two cans of fruit sat the delicate white piece, the black ink had leaked slightly due to the condensation off the fruit you had ‘sold’ him quickly before you shoved him out the door in case your manager caught on to the suspiciously low sale price and rectified the ‘mistake’. 

“I don’t want you to get fired, I can pay for the fruit.” Bucky had whispered as you pushed him out the door, your hands on his backpack shoving him towards the automatic doors. He was letting you push him, allowing you the small victory of feeling as though you had power over him in this moment just because he liked the way you smiled when you noticed his lack of apprehension to the touch. 

You shushed him and continued to press forward. “It’s not that expensive, I’ll just label it as a mistake.”

Bucky stopped, rooting his feet to the floor and preventing you from shoving him another inch. He felt your body slam into his back at the sudden halt, a small huff coming from you at the sudden bump. He turned to face you. You looked even cuter as you pouted.  

“Exactly, so let me pay for them.” He began to reach for the wallet but your hand on his wrist stopped him. 

Panic paralysed the ex-assassin for a moment as your fingers wrapped around his arm, your pinky dangerously low to the edge of his jacket sleeve, to the sliver of metal that sometimes peeked out from under the layers. Bucky’s heart began to race, thudding in his chest and filling his head with loud thumps, his breathing turned shallow, chest heaving rapidly. He should run. Wretch his arm away from you and run the entire way home, then get on a train and move. 

Run, you moron! Run!

But he couldn’t. The grip on his wrist softened as you noticed his change in demeanour. You pulled back breaking all contact in a fraction of a second and stepping back, giving him a wide berth to move if need be. 

“Are you-?” You asked, face softening in concern. 

Bucky nodded, inhaled a short sharp breath and squared his shoulder. “Yeah.” he slipped the wallet into the plastic bag. “I’ve gotta go, see ya.” 

And he was out the door. The whooshing in his brain didn’t stop until he was safely inside his apartment, the door barricaded with a plank of wood and the sound of the television playing softly in the background. The metal of his arm flashed in his peripheral vision, and god did he want to rip it from his body. To tear the faux appendage and throw it into a river, off a mountain, in the dump, anywhere that I would not be attached to him. Tears pricked at Bucky’s eyes as he felt his throat tighten with impending tears. He had already cried this morning and had hoped he would not again for the rest of the day but as he slid down the the door, the tears began to flow and Bucky was once again alone. 

—---

Bucky’s apology for the abrupt exit came a day later. In the form of a letter left for you at the front desk. A coworker hands it to you, clearly very annoyed that he had been tasked with something other than work. 

“Some guy left it for you.” he sighs, shoves his hands into jacket pockets and starts to walk down the aisle. 

“Some guy? And you took it?” You shout at him in disbelief. “Did you even ask his name?” 

Your co-worker shakes his head, still with his back to you and answers. “Didn’t care enough to.” 

The envelope itself is clean. No weird marks or stains, nothing that could indicate that there would be anything creepy or dangerous inside. It isn’t heavy or bulky so no weird gift concealed in it, so maybe it’s safe? You slowly open the paper careful to avoid spilling any powder or whatever may be inside but as you open it and find a note, your fears begin to subside. 

Inside there is a handwritten note addressed to you. 

Honey, 

I’m sorry that I left so quickly the other day. You did nothing wrong, I just got a bit overwhelmed and had to leave. I’ve left extra money in here to pay for the plums so please put it in the register or use it for something you want, I don’t mind, I just don't want you to get fired. 

I might not be in for a few days (there is a big job coming up a town away) but I'll see you when I get back. I still don’t have a phone so I’ll come in and see you. I hope you still want to get coffee. 

Bucky x 

---

"So why are you in Bucharest?” 

The question is simple enough that a non-detailed answer could be given, and neither one would be the wiser, Yet you both sit in the booth, eyes trained on the steaming cups of coffee, in complete silence. 

You're the first to break the silence. 

"Did you get the plums?” 

Bucky looks up from his coffee, lines of worry melting.  “I did.” he reaches into his backpack, the same one you had seen on him each time he came into the store, and pulls out two perfectly purple plums. His large, gloved hand dwarfs the small fruits, looking like tiny river stones in his palm. 

For a moment he is no longer the man who had saved you from certain death. He is a boy you had met long ago in the village square with eyes of endless blue and a smile of summer sunshine, whose hand slipped in yours as you ran through fields of wheat and barley, hiding in empty fox holes and climbing the great oak trees. He is a child, unburdened and carefree, suffering and heartbreak unknown. 

You sit straighter, leaning in to get a good look at the fruit before you and match the small smile on his face. 

“You want one?” Bucky offers. 

The action itself does nothing to shake the aura of innocence surrounding him at that moment. It was too kind, too well-intentioned to reignite that ember of apprehension that lives in each interaction you have, but there is something off about him, not sinister or unpleasant, just something that isn’t quite as obvious as it should be. 

You shake your head at the generous act.

“Oh, it's okay. They must been expensive, not being in season. Thank you, though. You’re very sweet.”  

Bucky nods and retracts his hand, the fruit disappearing back into the backpack. His cheeks are pinker than before, ears tinting red and you wonder if it's because of your compliment, though not at all your intention, but it has your heart racing a beat faster. 

“Have you always lived in Bucharest?” he asks, gloved fingers picking up the mug of steaming coffee. 

“Not always.” You trace the lip of your mug with a finger, taking the time to formulate a concise response without trauma dumping. “I lived in a few Yugoslavian countries until I was around five then moved to the US ‘till around a year ago. Travelled around for a bit before finally settling here.” 

“Didn’t like any of the other places?” Bucky takes a sip of his coffee.

“London was good, Ireland even better but I missed the feeling of home. I wanted something that made me feel safe and ended up in Serbia for a bit before coming here.” 

“What made you choose Romania?” his interest in your story seems sincere. 

You look up from the foam of your cappuccino to find Bucky watching you intently.

“Wanna hear the dorky truth or a cooler answer?” 

“Dorky truth.”

You sigh and square your shoulders. “Vampires.” 

“Vampires?” Bucky laughs, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle the rest of his amusement. 

“I know, it’s stupid. I just-” You can't help the laugh that escapes you as you begin to gush over the creatures you had obsessed over as a teen. “I was obsessed with vampires when I was a kid and promised myself I would visit Bran Castle when I got older, which I did see on my first week here, and then ended up finding a really nice apartment and a decent job so here I am.” 

“You were obsessed with vampires as a kid?” Bucky fixes you with a look of pure astonishment. 

You nod, taking another sip of your coffee to hide the blush creeping over your face.

“You, a child, were obsessed with a terrifying creature of the night?” 

“I wasn’t a child. Okay, a kid is an exaggeration, I was, around fourteen, fifteen maybe. And I read this book and the vampire was attractive and it just spiralled from there.”

“The vampire was attractive?”

“Yes, as attractive as words on a page can be.” you shrug, 

“Are you admitting to finding old bald men with creepy ears attractive?”

Old bald man? Creepy ears? Oh! 

“Bucky no! Not Dracula!” the volume of your exclamation is a tad too loud for the small cafe. 

“What other popular novel about vampires is there? He’s the only one I can think of.” 

“You’ve never heard of Twilight?” 

“As the time of day, yes.” he looks at you as though you're the stupid one for thinking that Twilight could be anything other than that. 

“Not the vampire series with the mortal girl and vampire lover?” 

Bucky shakes his head.

“You need to watch it.” you rub your temples in mock frustration. “We’re watching it, I’m going to force you to watch it so you can see the appeal that is the modern-day vampire.” 

“I’m not going to-” he begins his protest. 

“Why are you acting like you have a choice in any of this? As your friend, I must educate you on the wonders of the Twilight Saga, the fate of our friendship depends on it.” 

“As my friend?” the corners of his mouth twitch downwards in a sad smile. “We’re friends?” 

“Yeah. What other word would you use to describe two people who are gonna spend the next week watching the best and worst movie franchise in the history of mankind?” 

“A kidnapping victim?” 

You gasp in shock, hand pressing against your heart in offence. “How dare you? I was about to open my home to you but no longer, Bucky….” You trail off not realising you don’t know his last name. 

“Rogers,” he answers and you continue your tirade. 

“Bucky Rogers, you are no longer invited to my twilight marathon.” you can’t stop the smile from spreading over your face despite your futile attempts at mock anger. 

Bucky just shakes his head and laughs, his eyes crinkling up as he smiles at you. “You’re a weird kid.” 

“Kid?” You laugh and pick up the mug you had almost forgotten about. “How old are you?”

“Older than you think.” there is a hint of humour in his answer but you're not sure why. It had not been a funny question or any kind of innuendo yet the glimmer in his eyes alludes to a fact you are not yet privy to. 

“That’s ominous,” the cup returns to the table but your fingers do not leave the mug. “Are you secretly a hundred-year-old vampire? Are you here to seduce me into joining your army of the undead?” 

“I am but I’m not bald with long ears and creepy nails so I don’t think anything I do is gonna work on you?”

“It wasn’t Dracula!” you throw your hands up exasperated and sigh, your cheeks hurting from the constant smiling. 

Bucky hums his refusals to accept your truth. He is prettier now, especially as he relaxes into the soft cushion beneath him, all tension eased as you both laughed at your ridiculous life choices. The blue in his eyes seems brighter and you like the way his lips look as you smile. Fuck, he is beautiful.

“Imagining me bald with pointy ears?” Bucky teases, tucking his hair behind human ears. 

You cannot help the rolls of your eyes as you shake your head. “Nope, just thinking about how you don’t really look like a Rogers.” 

[echantedtoon]

Can you please write Dad Top 3 moons reaction to their babies being scared of ridiculous things? 😭 I need more dad upper moons.

KOKUSHIBO:

-It started with him agreeing to watch the twins so you could finally get a full night's sleep for once. They're more active at night than day(I wonder who they got that from). So there he was, sat down upon his knees and meditating while subconsciously keeping an eye on the two chunky babies aimlessly toddling around.

-Until one of his twins happens to curiously look at his sword- And a screech right out of some horror story erupts from their chest as they stared at their own distorted reflection within the blade. Of course one baby screeching bloody murder is enough to jolt him wide alert.

-"What is..wrong?" He's quick to instantly turn to the small child crying their eyes out and holding up their hands to be picked up, to which he does but he's very confused about what made them cry as there's nothing there to warrant them being this scared. He's pretty smart so eventually he figures out it has something to do with his sword.

-his first reaction would be to try and show his baby that it's just a sword/their reflection in the moonlight but that only causes them to scream more before hiding in his shoulder. Of course one twin crying would make the other cry, so know he's holding two screaming crying babies in his arms gently rocking them and trying to get them to hush before they wake you. He definitely makes a mental note to get a sheath for his katana now.

DOUMA:

-You ever seen one of those videos on YouTube with a baby afraid of their own shadow? That's Douma's child. The baby just never noticed the shadow before because of how often Douma holds them and they're mainly awake at night when there's not much light.

-But as they start walking more they'll develop the habit of following Daddy around to which Doumas absolutely ecstatic about and isn't his spawn the cutest thing ever! Well one day he just happens to pass by a room with a fireplace and as his mini me is toddling after him they just happen to look down.

-Douma almost trips over himself hearing his little scream behind him and whirled around to them just standing there bawling their eyes out. "Oh, dear me. What's gotten into my little lotus bud?" The baby's answer was to just continue crying calling for him and holding out his hands. "Do you want Daddy to pick you up? Oh. Is someone tired from all that nasty walking?"

-He tries to pick him up but is confused when the baby screams seeing Douma's bigger shadow. The baby now running back towards the unlit part of the room where there was no shadows. It takes Douma a good ten minutes trying to approach them as they scream at the ground to figure out that his spawn was afraid of shadows. But he thinks it's the most hilarious thing EVER. 

-Which is why when you hear your baby crying in the nursery you're shocked to see Douma holding up your baby to the wall with a lantern in the other hand. "What on earth are you doing?!" "Exposure therapy!" He's kicked out of your shared bedroom again for at least a month.

AKAZA:

-Perhaps I should've thought this through first." That's what Akaza first says while surveying the damage his fists had done to the nursery's floors and walls. To be fair those small spiders and beetles had it coming for scaring his precious little baby now curled up happy against his chest.

-He had just been helping with cleaning up the house and watching the baby so you could rest(10/10 husband and dad right there-) when he had heard his precious little bean screaming bloody murder from the nursery. 

He'd nearly kicked the door off it's hinges getting ready to fight off and intruding demon or perhaps a slayer that had discovered them but instead all he saw was his baby clutching onto a plushie and screaming at a harmless little beetle that had wondered into their play space. Well adrenaline already pumping through his veins and the thought of 'how dare this puny insect make my baby cry' was a bad combination because it left him putting quite a few holes in the wall and floors chasing after the pesky bug.

-"Your Mom's gonna kill me." The baby only laughs at his pale face hearing footsteps from you coming to see what all the racket was but then freezing seeing the fist sized holes in the wall and floors. "AKAZA!! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!" "I-I can explain!"

[nightlyrequiem]

first time requesting smth like ever so im nervous and took 15 minutes to press send and this is kinda super corny BUT 😞😞

angst where val is like holding her wife as wifey dies a death like sarah from tlou (look it up on yt if u dunno!!) cuz some guy shot her after he broke in or smth idfk u can pick but VALERIA ANGST ☝️‼️

Corny? Not at all. I LOVE me some angst. I think I made her a little OOC but she's always a little OOC in my writing anyway. Besides, grief makes people act differently. That's my excuse anyway

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Blood, Death, Unhappy Ending

The Next You Were Gone

You and Valeria argued. You were born with a... melancholic personality which means doing simple menial tasks are a little harder for you. You're prone to mood swings that last for weeks. Self-destructive behavior and an inability to get out of bed. Valeria loves you, faults and all, and contrary to what she said before she stormed out, you're not hard to love.

God, how she regrets saying that. You're not hard to love but you're a lot to handle. You're in a vulnerable state and looking towards her for help because that's what she presented herself as to you. As someone you can rely on. The image of your teary face begging her not to leave because you need her is seared into her mind. And yet, she left anyway. Shaking you off of her leg and slamming the door behind her.

She's back now. Fifteen minutes was all it took of the guilt to get to her. She smiles sadly and shakes her head. Valeria and guilt, and uncommon combo. You've turned her weak. Valeria parks her car and frowns. The door is wide open. She hopes you didn't wander off into the desert. If the boiling temperatures during the day don't kill you, the freezing ones at night will.

She gets out of her car and shuts the door. Anxiety settles in her gut. This doesn't feel right. Valeria walks inside and that feeling grows heavier. Drawers have been flung open and gutted of their possessions. Useless items thrown to the floor. She walks further into the house. Furniture has been turned over. She thinks maybe it could've been one of your outbursts. She turns the corner and stops dead in her tracks, heart dropping.

Your sprawled on the floor with an arm stretched out towards the bedroom. Dark blood pools from under you, soaking into the carpet. She rushes towards you and gently picks you up. Calling your name. You shiver and whine quietly, looking blanched.

"Fuck!" She says. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Valeria." You whimper, words slurred from the blood filling your mouth. It leaks from your lips and drips down your chin.

She moves her hand, seeing it come back red. Valeria looks down. You've been shot in the stomach.

"Valeria?" You cry weakly.

"Shh." She says, placing a hand on your cheek. Her eyes sting. "I need- I can.. I'm going to call someone okay? Just hang in there do that for me okay?" Her voice cracks. How long have you been laying in a puddle of your own blood? The sight shakes her more than she thought it would.

She tries to set you down but you grab her with surprising strength.

"Please don't leave me again, I'm sorry." You sob. "I'm sorry Val, don't leave, I'm scared."

Valeria's heart cracks at the desperation in your voice. "I'm not leaving, amor, I'm going to call for help." She runs a hand over the back of your head, smoothing your hair down. Her hand comes away wet with blood. "Just hold on, hold on. Please hold on." She whispers. 

You don't respond. Valeria feels panic setting her nerves on fire. 

"Hey," She shakes you gently. "Hey, open your eyes, talk to me."

For a few seconds Valeria believes you are dead. Then your eyes peel open.

"Oh god." She breathes. "Just talk to me. Talk."

You open your mouth, and a quiet cry escapes your lips. "I'm sorry!" You cry. Your gut-wrenching sobs stabbing her heart.

"Don't be sorry, this isn't your fault mi amor, I'm sorry for leaving." She says, her voice breaking.

She carefully lowers you to the floor and reluctantly gets up. Running to grab her phone that she forgot on the nightstand. She hurries back to you while dialing one of her medics. She can hear the urgency in her own voice as she tells him to come. She drops her phone and picks you back up. You're still.

"Amor?" she whispers, heart racing. She says your name with no response. "Hey." She shakes you. 

She shakes you again, harsher this time.

"Stay with me, please stay with me." She says, tearing up. "Please come back to me, I'm so sorry for everything, I'm so sorry!" Her hands shake as she holds you. She's never known pain this deep. You're still and you're not breathing but she stubbornly clings to hope that you're still in there.  She sets you down and begins pumping down on your chest, leaning down to blow air into your mouth between sobs.

She whispers unheard apologies and promises, tasting your death on her lips.

"Come back." She pleads, feeling your ribs crack. "Please come back. I'm not angry with you anymore, I won't leave you again." She swears. Salty tears rushing down her cheeks. She presses down on your chest again and again with the hopes of restarting your heart. Her ears ring and her vision tunnels. The only thing she can see is your face.

The medic arrives. Finding his boss covered in blood and wildly slamming her fists down onto a body. Her behavior unnerves him. He's never seen her so distressed. 

"Valeria." He says gently. She doesn't respond. The way the persons chest dips as she pushes down isn't right. He grabs her shoulder, and she slaps his hand away, turning to face him with an expression he never wants to see again. He gently grabs her and pulls her away. Valeria's entire body trembles. Her hands leave red prints on his clothes.

She's inconsolable. Sobbing into her hands as he does his best to revive you. He knows it's a lost cause the minute he sees you, but he doesn't know how Valeria will react if he doesn't try anyway. Your chest gives too easily, and there's a hole in your stomach. Even if the shot didn't kil you, you probably wouldn't have survived the shattered ribs Valeria gave you in her frenzy. Her sobs increase in volume the longer he continues. he stops, knowing that the only thing he's doing is damaging your ribs even further.

He turns to Valeria, feeling sorry for her.

"I'm sorry..." He says quietly.

"No." She snaps. Shoving him as she leans down to cradle you. She brushes her fingers over your forehead. Murmuring into your ear too quietly for him to hear.  Her shoulders shake as she presses her forehead to yours.

Valeria breathes you in.

"I'm so sorry." She whispers, as if sorry could undo all the bad. If only she hadn't stormed off, if only she hadn't argued with you in the first place, if only she loved you harder, if, if, if. You look so small in her arms. So lifeless. She kisses your temple. "I love you." She murmurs into your hair. "I love you so much. If only I could trade places with you I would. I'd trade it all if it meant you could be here breathing and smiling and alive." Valeria had very few good about her but there was still parts of her that shined through her carefully curated exterior. But as you lay in her arms she can feel those good parts leaving with you. How cruel you are. Forcing yourself into her life, making her love you.

And then leaving her alone again.

[garlicsunshine]

gai just wants to kiss everyone

who knows if I'm ever going to write this fic so here’s a rough and tumble first draft snippet from my “series of firsts” fic. Part one is Gai and Genma’s first kiss (225 words). Part two is Gai and Kakashi’s first kiss (375 words). Neither are dating at the time, it’s all teen party shenanigans. All wholesome, comedy heavy, no spice.

This first bit take place at a group celebration for Gai and some of the others passing the Chunin exams. (You can use whatever age HCs you want, for me Gai is 11 and Genma is 13.)

Gai: Someone dare me to kiss everyone here!

Rin and Genma: *split into peals of laughter*

Kakashi: that’s not how the game works. You can’t request your own dare, Gai.

Ebisu: besides, it’s not your turn anyway.

Gai: I know *dejected* I just want to do all the dares!

Raido: don’t worry you’ll get your fair share

Ebisu: now, Asuma, truth or dare?

Asuma: …truth

Anko: boring!!!

Rin: hey, don’t be rude!

Ebisu: Is the Hokage really your dad?

Asuma: yes.

Kurenai: we know that already.

Obito: you should have dared him to prove it.

Asuma: and how would I do that?

Kakashi: family pictures, blood test, family lineage scroll—

Raido: okay, okay, we get it, moving on. Gai—

Gai: YES!

Raido: I dare you to kiss Genma—

Gai: *blushing horribly* YES!!! *turns on Genma* CAN I KISS YOU!?

Genma: yeah, yeah *takes lollipop out of his mouth*

Raido: you could be a little more enthusiastic—

Genma: *turns to Raido, smirking* *passes lolli* hold this for me will you?

Raido: *pops it in his mouth*

Genma: *turns back to gai* “alright, come’er”

*Genma grabs the bandana around Gai’s neck and awkwardly smooshes their faces together. Gai plants his hands on Genma’s knees. Gai pulls back, beaming. Genma grins wide.*

Gai: ALRIGHT! Raido I dare you to kiss—

Raido: TRUTH! I choose truth!

This second bit takes place at another party, Kakashi has just made Jonin and others have just ranked up to Chunin. (Again, choose ur own age HCs, for me Gai is 13 and Kakashi is 11.)

Genma: Gai… I dare you… to kiss everyone here!

Gai: YES!!!

Everyone: *mixed reactions*

     Anko, Rin, Ebisu, Asuma: *laughing hysterically*

     Kurenai, Izumo, Kotetsu, Aoba: *laughing awkwardly*

     Obito, Kakashi: *groaning* not this again

Raido: just make sure everyone is actually okay with it first

Gai: *moves to kneel in front of Genma* Can I—

*Genma smashes their faces together then releases him*

*Gai, dazed, slumps in front of Ebisu*

Ebisu: turns his face, you may kiss my cheek

*Half of the people visibly relax*

Gai: Where would you like to be kissed!

Kurenai: *smiles* the lips is fine

Gai: And for you, Asuma!?!

Asuma: *aggressively maintaining eye contact* lips

*Gai kneels in front of Raido*

Raido: Cool your jets buddy, cheek for me.

Genma: homophobe.

Raido: *whips his house slipper at him* we’re dating!?!

*Genma, with a shit eating grin on his face, catches it*

*Gai turns to Aoba*

Aoba: uhh…

Raido: you can pass, it’s okay

Anko: *drags Gai over to her* bring it in baybee!

*Gai kneels in front of a beet red Kakashi*

Gai: what about you, Rival?

Rin: I think he wants lips.

*Kakashi glares at her*

Raido: you can always—

Kakashi: —lips.

*Gai leans forward, pushing kks scarf down and kisses him thru his mask. He is beaming when he pulls away. Kk averts his gaze, away from Rin, but catches Genma smirking, so looks away again, and Rin is grinning at him, he then snaps his head down to glare at the floor.*

Gai: And for you, Obito!?

Obito: *looks away, bright red* the cheek

Kakashi: *mumbles* coward

Rin: don’t be mean!

*Obito turns his head to yell at kk, ends up kissing gai on the lips*

Obito: aaah!

Gai: I AM SO SORRY! I should not have closed my eyes so soon!

*Genma falls into Ebisu, cackling*

Obito: ItsOkayJustMoveOnAlready …please…

Izumo: *bashful* cheek please

Kotetsu: um, pass *smiles*

Rin: finally! come here! *dramatic wet smack on the lips*

Genma: there? Satisfied?

Gai: Yes! NO! I will not be satisfied until I kiss everyone in Konoha! Everyone who wants to be kissed!

Raido: *snorts*

Rin: *claps gai on the back* a valiant goal worth pursuing! I'm sure you can do it!

Gai: thank you, Rin! I will do my best!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

2024 Fanfic/Author Recommendations! - 1/5/24

I thought I'd give some love to some of my favorite creators this lovely Sunday!

Please, please, please, give some love to these amazing writers!

To the authors and creators below, Thank you for your incredible work! Your writing has been a beacon of inspiration for me, especially during my hiatus. When my writer's block was drowning me, your work truly helped me. Thank you for sharing your talent! Stay strong!

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(There is no real order)

@moonselune - Your work is truly a masterpiece! I feel so immersed every time I read your stories. They pull me into the world so effortlessly. I wish I could just jump in! <3

@drfleetflower - I absolutely adore your Hunger Games works! Your Coriolanus Snow series is incredible, and I love how perfectly you capture the characters, making them feel just like they do in the movies. It’s awe-inspiring!

@suksatoru - Dear creator, are you trying to make my heart give out from cuteness and heartbreak overload? Your writing is so beautifully crafted! My heart can't take it!

@stardustincarnate - Your amazing writing has officially pulled me back into my Mystic Messenger era! I’m about to replay the Yoosung route for the third time, and it’s all thanks to you!

@celestialowlbear - The way you write Halsin is absolutely breathtaking. Every word feels so rich and true to his character, capturing his depth and warmth in a way that’s simply magical!

@poptod - Gosh, I don't even know where to start... I spent like three days just non-stop reading all of your works that I could of Ahkmenrah - which not only inspired me to possibly write for Night At The Museum, but to also binge all the movies! I also would like to add that I love the world-building, the details, the length of the fics, and so much more! You are so creative! <3

@aeynwrites - I love, love, love, love all of your works! (I have been especially fond of your Baldur's Gate 3 (Halsin omg), all things Pedro Pascal, and Detroit Become Human works!) Your writing is just so pretty, and immersive, and always brings a smile to my face!

@aurasyn - I just have to say, I absolutely love your Halsin fics! They always bring me so much joy, and I can never get enough of how you capture his character. I can’t thank you enough for sharing your talent!

@ardentmuse - I can't get enough of your work, let me just say. I can't help but reread your Kingsman works so many times, and I obviously can't get enough. Head over heels!

@farawayfromwanting - Hey! My friend recommended your 'Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds' fic and I LOVE it! And I love your 'The Cowboy' series! The first time I read 'Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds' I legit cried, it is so beautiful!

@simplycomplicatedwriting - Okay, I've got to tell you, your Elijah fanfics are to die for! I love your mini choose your own adventure series as well, it was really fun! I just love your writing style so much! <3 Will be coming back to reread them!

@whirlybirbs - One word: Bumblebee. I love the idea of Bumblebee's Holoform being Taron Egerton! Love him! And love your fanfics even more! <3

@multi-fandom-imagine - Your 'Soft Hands' fanfic for Mike Schmidt was amazing! It was like I had died and gone to heaven <3 Like, gosh, it was just so cute, and sweet! I grabbed my fluffiest blanket and had some tea right after!

@waitimcomingtoo - Again, your works have me absolutely floored! Seriously, every time I dive into your writing, I’m blown away. You have this incredible way of bringing everything to life, and it’s impossible not to get lost in it. I am so excited every time you upload!

@ragingbookdragon - I just have to say, I really wish your version of Batman and his family were real! Your Batmom fics are absolutely beautiful and they make me feel so connected to the characters. There’s so much heart in your writing, and it’s truly a joy to read!

@youvebeenlivingfictional - AH! I love every single Bruce Wayne fic/drabble you've ever done! I wish he was real...

@chubbyreaderchan - Hi! Omg, so, I love your Bruce Wayne fanfics! ESPECIALLY 'Forgive' it is absolutely one of my favorite fanfics in a long time! So much so, that I have a shortcut on my phone for whenever I want to read it. <333

@obsessive-ego - I love everything you post about Beetlejuice! The little incorrect quote thingys/rambling are just so good! <33 Not to mention all of your art is so freaking cool! I love your art style so much! <3

@loving-barnes - I wish your Logan Howlett fanfics could materialize so I could physically hug them, but I guess my phone will work! Lol, no, seriously, I love your Logan fics! You got his character and personality so done, it's crazy! Will reread them after I post this!

@cinebration - I can't get enough of your work! I've been reading and rereading your work, and I can't get enough. Your work is just so detailed, wonderful, and so beautifully written. I admire your passion!

@megalony - Hello! I just wanted to let you know that your writing for Jake Seresin got me to finally watch Top Gun: Maverick! I’d never seen the movies before, and I was actually reading fics for Glen Powell's characters when your Jake fic was recommended. Now I’m hooked!

@intomymindspace - Your fanfics for Nathan Drake are like a drug, and I keep coming back! AHK! <3

@plush-rabbit - I just love your Jonathan Ohnn fics! Especially 'Simmering and Smothering'! You have such talent and such beautiful creativity!

@wedontdeservethestars - I adore your work! I know this might seem a bit odd, but Rafe is one of my comfort characters. So when I stumbled upon your fics, I was absolutely thrilled! You bring so much depth and feeling to him, and it honestly made me fall in love with him all over again. Thank you for creating such beautiful stories!

@navstuffs - Your 'II Dottoressa' fanfic for Ezio is absolutely gorgeous! Ezio has been such a big part of my life, and the entire Assassin's Creed series holds a special place in my heart. So reading your fanfic felt like a beautiful extension of everything I love about the games. It’s so well-written and captures Ezio’s essence perfectly! <3

And last but not least, @wildwestdean! - Do you know how much I love Dean Winchester? I could write like an essay, but I have to tell you that I love your Dean fics, all of them! The one that holds a dear place in my heart, however, is 'impetus.' It is beautiful. Your style of writing and how you made Dean and Sam just so Dean and Sam is wonderful and I keep coming back to this fic whenever and wherever! <33333