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THE COLONEL'S KEEPER.

in a war-torn world where survival is a privilege, you never expected to become the object of a feared colonel’s obsession. but as whispers of his lost love haunt your every moment and bullets become the least of your worries, you realize that falling for him might be the most dangerous battle of all.

➤ pairings. caleb, fem!reader

➤ genre. heavy angst, smut, historical au, 18+

➤ tags. colonel!caleb, nurse!reader, non mc!reader, ooc, war times, unrequited love, profanity, violence, loveless sex, explicit smut, mentions of sexual assault (not from caleb), obsession, possessiveness, jealousy, injuries, blood, killings, morally gray dynamics, death. themes contain material that are heavy and disturbing—reader discretion is strongly advised.

➤ notes. 8.3k wc. divider by thecutestgrotto. this is heavily inspired by my other gojo fic s.o.s and the manhwa my beloved oppressor :) couldn’t stop thinking about this au for caleb that i had to just write it :’D reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

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The world above was long dead. Ruins of cities stood as monuments to a past civilization, swallowed by the aftermath of World War VI. Beneath the surface, buried in a labyrinth of steel and stone, was where the remaining humanity clung to survival. Here, Colonel Caleb was both a savior and a nightmare—a man whose presence alone sent shivers down the spines of even the most battle-hardened soldiers.

But he was not just any soldier—he was the fleet’s best fighter pilot, a legend in the skies before the war even forced them underground. Even now, when the remnants of humanity relied on aerial supremacy to hold off their enemies, Caleb was the one they turned to. The one who led the most dangerous missions, who never failed, who returned even when others didn’t.

You have loved him for as long as you could remember.

You were a humble nurse, stitching together broken bodies, whispering soft reassurances to the wounded. Your duty was simple yet relentless, saving as many lives as you could with the limited resources and skill at your disposal. You weren’t the best, nor did you claim to be, but you were one of the few who refused to surrender to despair, even as the war bled your world dry. While others faltered under the gravity of endless suffering, you endured. And after a year of tending to fallen soldiers and civilians, you remained steadfast. You were the only one among your female colleagues who hadn’t lost herself to the horrors of war.

That was how you met him.

Caleb was the fleet’s toughest and most formidable leader. He was unyielding and merciless to those who dared cross him. Even with his own people, he remained strict, and his resolve never wavered even in the face of devastating losses. But the night he staggered into the private ward, wounded and bleeding out, you were the first to reach him. You ensured he was cared for, your hands steady as you fought to keep him alive.

“You’ll make it through the night, sir.” You could still remember the desperation in your voice as you tightened the tourniquet around his broken arm, fighting to stop the bleeding. “I’ll make sure of it.”

He lay there, teeth clenched, body tense with pain, every breath labored. “If I die, I die.”

“No!” you shot back, your grip firm with determination. “Not tonight. You will live. We’re rooting for you, sir. The people need you.”

They said falling in love during wartime was a surefire path to heartbreak. Yet, meeting Caleb, seeing beyond his striking exterior, and loving him despite the battles—both on the field and within—was a fight you willingly embraced. You surrendered yourself to him without hesitation, and in return, the hardened soldier who was weary from war found solace in you. He called you the prettiest nurse in the ward, but to him, you were far more than that. You were the one thing he never saw coming.

You were the apple of his eyes.

But, of course, the other nurses didn’t take kindly to that. They resented how you had unknowingly ruined their chances with him, and even more so, how an undeniable favoritism began to surface. While they were left to sleep in rusty bunk beds, you were the one Caleb brought to his private quarters, where the sheets were soft, the air was warm, and food was abundant.

It was easy for them to judge. After all, rumors spread like wildfire about the nurse who shared the colonel’s bed. The gossip wasn’t confined to just the nurses; it reached the soldiers who eyed you whenever you passed, their gazes lingering with knowing smirks as if fantasizing what their colonel saw at night. Even the older civilians bore disapproving glances whenever they saw you. Their silent verdict was clear as day. You were seen as a woman who had traded her virtue for privilege. A harlot draped in a white uniform. A disgrace hiding behind the pretense of care.

You weren’t sure if Caleb knew about it, but it was impossible not to. He simply didn’t care because he had an entire nation to think about. Clearing your name was the least of his concerns. And you knew it. After two years of serving as a war nurse, when night fell, you were simply the woman Caleb claimed as his. A common-law partner, nothing more. He never made promises, never told you that you were the only one in his heart. Because you weren’t. That space belonged to another—the woman he had truly loved. The woman he had lost to war.

His wife.

You tried. You tried to live with the ghost between you, tried to endure the way his fingers sometimes trembled against your skin, as if remembering someone else. You tried to pretend that when he held you, it was because he wanted you, not because he needed something to numb the ache inside him.

But love, when unreciprocated, was a slow and agonizing death.

And all you could do was live with it for as long as you were with him.

Because one day, you knew he could love you the same. And one day, when the war ends, you would be in his arms, building your life together with your kids playing freely and no longer living in fear.

For now, you had to endure what came your way. There are no saints in war times, and patience was a virtue at times like these.

The sharp scent of antiseptic filled your nose as you moved swiftly through the underground ward, checking pulses, changing dressings, and murmuring reassurances to the wounded who groaned in pain one after another. It was just another day in the relentless cycle of war, patching up soldiers only to send them back out to die.

Then you heard him.

Colonel Caleb’s commanding voice felt like an alarm to everyone in the ward as he strode down the hall, flanked by his army of men. You weren’t even looking, but you could picture the way they walked, with Caleb at the front, exuding effortless authority, and the others keeping pace just slightly behind him.

“The turbine failed mid-air,” one of his officers reported. “Preliminary analysis suggests a mechanical fault. Possibly a lubrication issue in the main rotor bearings.”

“Or sabotage,” another interjected grimly.

Caleb didn’t slow his steps. “Has the wreckage been recovered?”

“Scouts are en route, sir. We should have an assessment within the hour.”

“Too late,” Caleb muttered. “If they hit us now, we’ll have one less bird in the sky. Reassign Squadron Echo to cover the eastern perimeter. Deploy anti-air artillery in sector four, and keep the missile launchers primed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Just then, a distant explosion rumbled aboveground, rattling the dim lights overhead. You even had to hold onto one of the cabinet doors to steady yourself. A fighter jet had gone down.

“Damn it.” One of the officers pulled out a small tablet, scanning over the mission logs. “Pilot’s confirmed dead. They’re already moving in on the wreckage. We need reinforcements at the north trench.”

Caleb barely hesitated. “Send Private Halloway to the front lines.”

“Roger that.”

His words were sharp and clinical. No emotion. Just another name spoken into a void, another body to be thrown into the fray.

Your hands stilled over a soldier’s bandages. Halloway. You recognized that name.

The same Halloway who had leaned a little too close when you handed him his rations. The one who had brushed a stray lock of hair from your face and smirked, murmuring something about how the battlefield could use more beauty like yours. The kind of beauty that he fantasized at night.

And now he was being sent to die.

A strange thrill coiled in your stomach. Caleb had heard about it. Or he might even have seen. It was a foolish and delusional thought, dangerous even, but you clung to the fact that this was surely his way of claiming you.

As his group passed, your pulse quickened. You turned slightly, letting your gaze linger on him. Tall. Unshaken. Unreachable. This was your man. He was yours and you were his.

You smiled as soon as he saw you, just a little, as if sharing a secret only the two of you understood.

But Caleb didn’t stop. He simply looked away. His eyes remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable, and in a matter of seconds, he was gone. Nothing more than the cold air that he often carried.

Steam curled in the dimly lit room as you stepped out of the shower, water forming in rivulets against your skin. The underground base was always cold, but in Caleb’s quarters, the warmth always stayed. Not just because he had his own luxury of a fireplace, but because the warmth also included faint traces of him in the air, in the sheets, and in the ghost of his presence.

Not that it mattered. You were just emotional because he hadn’t been here in three days.

Sighing, you wrapped a towel around yourself, already resigning to another night alone. But just as you reached for your comb, the door swung open with a slow and deliberate creak.

You froze.

Caleb stood in the doorway, his uniform dusted with dirt and gunpowder. His sleeves were rolled up, veins prominent on his forearms and tension coiling in his stance. His gaze flicked over your damp skin, bare shoulders, the towel barely clinging to your body.

You let a small smile play on your lips. “You finally remembered where your bed is?” you teased, stepping closer. “I was starting to think you found another.”

He didn’t respond. Just shut the door behind him with a quiet click.

And the thick, suffocating silence stretched as he began removing his shoes. You took this moment to clear your throat. “I heard about Halloway,” you murmured, tilting your head. “People are saying you sent him to a death sentence.” A pause, then a knowing smile. “Did you do that for me?”

The shift was instant. And it wasn’t what you pictured in your head.

Before you could react, Caleb was in front of you, his body pressing you back until your spine hit the cold wall. His hand gripped your jaw firmly, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes. They were dark, smoldering, and unreadable. This was the version of Caleb that everyone was afraid of.

“You worried ‘bout him?” His voice had a dangerous edge lacing each word.

While you, your breath hitched, fingers curling into the towel. “N-No.”

“You think I didn’t hear?” His grip on your jaw tightened just enough to make you gasp. “The way he talked to you? The way you smiled at him? Handsome guy, isn’t he?”

You denied everything he was saying. You knew one of his officers had been feeding him information, but they seemed twisted to make you out as someone you weren’t. Were they trying to turn him against you? “No, darling. That’s not true. In fact, I can’t even stand him.”

His lips curled, but there was no humor in it. “I have eyes and ears everywhere, Y/N.” He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek. “And if I catch you entertaining anyone else again, I won’t just send them to die.”

A shiver ran down your spine—fear, thrill, or perhaps something darker twisting deep inside you. His warning did what it was supposed to do: to scare the hell out of you. But the most dangerous part was how much you enjoyed it all.

And then, before you could even form a response, he pushed you towards the bed.

By the time you looked back at him in surprise, he was already unbuttoning his shirt, looking at you merely as an object of his desire. “Strip off,” he growled, face rigid as ever. “The past few days were damn stressful. Been thinkin’ of you naked all day.”

And so, your nightly duties began. Caleb demanded his reward, and you were too foolishly in love that you surrendered to him without hesitation.

Because as unhinged as his obsession seemed, it ignited something deep within you. The thought of Caleb claiming you as his prize, something he craved at the end of each brutal day, sent the most passionate fire through your veins. That the same man who barely spared you a glance in daylight was the one who burned with desperation to have you all to himself at nighttime.

“I missed you,” you whispered as you slowly unraveled your bare body in front of him, dropping the damp towel on the floor. Not once did you break eye contact, and it was the sexiest thing you had ever experienced in your life.

As for him, he had already rid himself of his clothes. They were a pile on the floor, discarded lazily as he pinned you down. First, he went for your lips. Completely devouring, savoring your taste, and dominating every inch of your mouth. The moment his tongue connected with yours, he deepened the kiss—a little too rough, too desperate that you could barely breathe.

“M-My love,” you gasped, the only time he allowed you to catch your breath was when he was positioning himself between your legs. And then he crashed his lips onto yours once more, enjoying how you moaned against his lips, exchanging warm breaths as he explored your mouth. The kiss was so intense that you barely noticed the feeling of his hardened member pressing against your leg. It felt huge and hard as a rock, a clear sign that he had been wanting a good release for the past few days. And you? You were crazy about it. You had seen his member plenty of times before, but nothing excited you more than feeling it inside.

That wasn’t his agenda for now, though. He took his sweet time trailing kisses along your collarbone, leaving purple marks around your neck, before he feasted on the same breast he had been kneading for more than a minute. You could feel your back arching as your body naturally responded to his touch, with your own hand guiding him to massage your other mound. He nibbled on the nipple, sucking and licking around the nub, then moving to give the other the same amount of attention.

He was like a hungry beast that hadn’t eaten for weeks. With the way he squeezed your tits together and running his tongue along the cleavage, you could already feel yourself dripping down there.

“C-Caleb.”

“Hm?” He didn’t pull away. Instead, he crawled down, spreading your legs apart, and eyeing the swollen lips that he was about to demolish. “Wet already?”

You nodded, looking down at him and watching as he pressed his fingers along the slit, sliding and circling his digits on your entrance. “Mmh—that’s…”

“Be patient now,” he mocked, “Aren’t you so needy?”

That was true, but how could you help it? How could you not want him inside if you could see him stroking his pulsing cock while he was using his other hand to play with your clit? Just when you thought you couldn’t go crazier, he eventually sucked his digits to taste your slick, then he returned them back to your entrance, only this time, entering without warning.

“A-Aah!”

His fingers alone could make your legs shake, and whatever he was reaching for inside you was making you weaker by the second. You were a moaning mess under him, hands clenching on his sheets for dear life as he fingered your cunt like there was no tomorrow. It was only a matter of seconds until you disintegrated in front of him—your legs trembling as your fluid released itself in a series of squirts.

Embarrassed as you may be, it was what Caleb wanted to see.

And he didn’t let you rest before he was already positioning his crotch on your face, his hand holding his cock in place as he slapped his swollen tip against your lips. “My turn,” he spoke in a low voice, smirking as you wrapped your shaky hand around his shaft and let your tongue swirl around his bulging pink head. You could taste the precum on his tip, licking every corner and every ridge under, from his balls back to his tip before you swallowed him entirely.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, pulling your hair as you bobbed your head on his cock, enveloping the warm walls of your mouth around his member as if you were milking him of his cum. Your eyes welled with tears as you fought the urge to gag despite feeling the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your throat. Each and every moan he released made you more determined to please him, to be called a good girl, to be wanted.

You could feel it. With how his cock was twitching inside your mouth, he was about to explode. But he didn’t let it happen. Everything happened in a span of a second when he pulled his member from your mouth before opening your core and slamming his cock into your pussy.

His thick, hard cock stretched you open without mercy. And he didn’t slow down or savor the time. He was ramming into you, hands holding your hips in place while your tits bounced wildly. Caleb’s sweat was starting to trickle along his toned upper body, his abs now glistening as he continued to pound into you endlessly.

“I��d fuck you everyday like this if I can,” he grunted, each word came out raspy. “You like that?”

“Y-Yes! A-Aaah!” You struggled to form coherent words as he hit your sweetest spot at each hard thrust. “C-Caleb.”

The walls were thin. But surely, the colonel’s private quarters would have some sort of soundproofing, otherwise it would be embarrassing how loud the skin-slapping and squelching noises you two were making. It didn’t help that you were practically screaming as Caleb started increasing his speed as he chased his climax. Your walls were clenching around his girth, milking him of his load that he soon spurted inside of you.

You were in a battle of catching each other’s breaths as he pulled out, watching his cum seep out of your cunt before he plopped on the bed next to you.

“Take the pill as soon as you wake up,” he ordered, laying on his back as he closed his eyes. His chest rose up and down as he eventually caught his breath.

But you remained a ragdoll beside him, your lower body still twitching from the intense orgasm and muscle memory. “O-Okay.”

The night was supposed to end romantically. It was supposed to be you and him cuddling and declaring your love for each other, but the thought of him only using your body to relieve himself was torture to your mind. You convinced yourself it meant something more, something deeper.

But the hard truth was, you were only there to fill the silence.

You traced lazy circles over his bare chest, your voice soft yet full of devotion. “I’m all yours, Caleb. Only yours.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I know.”

The next morning, the bed beside you was cold.

You reached out instinctively, your fingers brushing against the empty sheets where Caleb should have been. But there was nothing—no warmth, no lingering presence, just the stark reality that he hadn’t even stayed.

But you told yourself you just had to get used to it and that Caleb would come wanting you again at night. Like he always did. And so, biting back the hollow ache in your chest, you forced yourself up, got dressed, and headed to the mess hall for breakfast.

The moment you stepped in, you felt it.

Eyes. Watching. Judging.

The low murmurs didn’t stop as you walked past the rows of civilians, soldiers, and nurses, pretending not to notice the whispers that followed you. You kept your chin up and sat down with your tray, forcing yourself to eat the stale bread despite the tightness in your throat.

You had no illusions about what they were saying. They all thought they knew what you were or what you did. Caleb’s woman. His plaything. And after last night, they had even more reason to talk.

But you had work to do.

By midday, you were back in the ward, slipping into your role as if nothing had changed. Patients needed tending to, and you weren’t about to let their petty gossip stop you.

At least there was something to occupy yourself with. They brought in a new soldier to the base, barely back from the front lines if you could add. His face was gaunt, sunken with pain, sweat beading on his forehead as he lay on the cot. His leg was in ruins—shattered bones, torn muscle, the kind of injury that didn’t fully heal in wartime.

You approached him carefully, offering a calm, practiced smile. “I’m here to help—”

His reaction was instant. It was as though you were the trigger to a ticking time bomb. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, snapped to you, and before you could blink, his hands already shot out, grabbing at you with a strength you didn’t expect.

“You—!” he snarled, his fingers digging into your arms, nails raking against your skin as he yanked you forward. “You whore—you whore!”

You gasped, struggling against his grip, but he was fueled by pain and rage, his voice hoarse with accusation. “Ow! P-Please!”

“You ruin men like us! You—you—get innocent soldiers sent to die!” His nails scratched at your cheek, his grip tightening as he shook you. “You’re the reason Halloway’s gone—!”

The words hit like a slap, but before he could do more, hands were on him. And on you. Other soldiers rushed in, prying him off you, restraining him as he thrashed against the cot.

“Stand down, soldier!” one barked.

You stumbled back, breath coming fast, your skin stinging where he had just scratched you.

But the worst part wasn’t the pain.

It was the way the nurses across the ward just watched. Their gazes were cold, as if saying you deserved it. Not a single one had moved to help.

You couldn’t understand the hostility. Couldn’t fathom why people looked at you with such disdain. If it had been another woman in your place, would they have treated her the same? All you had done was love a man—nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t trying to hurt anyone. You simply fell in love.

But as you locked yourself in the bathroom, staring at your reflection while washing the bloody scratches from your cheek, that was when the realization struck.

They didn’t respect you because Caleb never had.

Not once had he claimed you in public, never shown his affection where others could see. He had never treated you like someone worth honoring, never given you the respect you deserved. And if the leader of this war-torn world didn’t respect you—why would anyone else?

The thought alone made your eyes well with tears, but you quickly washed them away. No. You refused to doubt. He loves me. He’d even kill for me.

A sudden knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You opened it hesitantly, only to find Simone standing there. The only female soldier with a rank high enough to command real respect. At first, you assumed she was just waiting for the restroom, but the way she looked at you said otherwise.

“You got a minute?” she asked, her tone cool and unreadable.

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah… sure.”

The storage room was cold and dimly lit by the single flickering bulb overhead. Dust clung to the forgotten crates, and the faint scent of metal and oil lingered in the air. Hardly anyone came here as it was a place for old supplies and broken equipment, not whispered conversations.

And yet, here you were, in the only room without surveillance.

Simone leaned against one of the crates, arms crossed as he narrowed her eyes at you. “You need to end things with Caleb.”

You stiffened instantly. “Excuse me?”

She sighed, rubbing her temples as if she had already anticipated your reaction. “This thing between you and him, you know it isn’t healthy. Not for you. Not for him.”

You scoffed. Who does she think she is? “You don’t know anything about us.”

“I know more than you think,” she shot back. “I know what kind of man Caleb is. What he’s become.”

You folded your arms, defensive. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I know is that he cares about me.”

“Cares about you?” Simone let out a humorless chuckle. “Do you even know what he’s done? How many men he’s killed just for looking at you?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“Five soldiers. And counting,” she continued coldly. “Some he sent straight to the gas chambers. Others? He had them tortured in ways I wouldn’t even wish on our enemies. And all because they made the mistake of mentioning how beautiful you are.”

You felt the blood drain from your face. “B-But that’s because he wants to protect me. That’s just how he loves.”

Simone watched you carefully before she sighed again, her voice softening this time. “This isn’t love, Y/N. You don’t know Caleb… I don’t even know if he’s capable of loving again.”

What does she mean?

“He wasn’t always like this,” she continued, almost nostalgic as if he had seen another version of Caleb that you hadn’t. “Before the war. Before his wife died. He was kind. Gentle. A man who knew the difference between power and cruelty.” She hesitated, then admitted, “She was my colleague. And my friend. Caleb’s childhood sweetheart, his true love, and his whole life. He loved her sincerely, so much so that he was fighting to make the world better for her. Not destroy it. But seeing him right now, she would’ve hated what he’s become.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. Everything she had just mentioned shot a bullet straight to your heart, but you refused to let it kill you. You refused, denied. No!

“You can’t replace her,” Simone added, her words cutting through you like a knife. “No matter how much you try. So I suggest you leave him before it destroys you.”

The door to Caleb’s private quarters slammed open as you stormed inside, your blood boiling, your mind a haze of rage and betrayal. You couldn’t stop Simone’s words from echoing in your head even if you tried hard enough. You can’t replace her. She’s his true love. His whole life.

“No.” Adamantly did you shake your head. “Stop.”

He loved her sincerely. And still does.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you yanked at the blankets, overturned chairs, kicked over the table. The frustration inside you was begging to be released, and destruction was the only thing that made sense. How could you get extremely jealous over a dead person? You laughed in your head. She was dead. She was gone. Good for her. But despite the constant reminder to yourself that the woman you were jealous of didn’t exist anymore, you knew that you could never erase the fact that you would still never amount to her. And you hated it. You hated her!

In your rage, you didn’t even realize you had grabbed one of his jackets from the pile of discarded uniforms until something tumbled out of the pocket.

A necklace.

It landed with a soft metallic clink against the floor. It was a simple chain, worn with age, with two wedding bands strung together. Your stomach twisted as you picked it up, seeing the engraving was delicate but unmistakable. It had Caleb’s name and hers.

Your hands trembled.

She was still here. She had never left. Not in his heart, not in his mind. He carried her with him, even now, even after all the ways he had made you believe you were his.

Something inside you snapped, as though you were a madwoman who had finally lost her sanity. Like Caleb always said, that ‘there are no saints in wartimes’. So, what was stopping you from going all out? She needed to be destroyed. She needed to be forgotten. In your desperation to search for more pieces of her, you lurched toward his drawers, pulling them open and shoving things aside. Your promise to never touch his things? Forgotten.

That was when you saw a wooden box, hidden beneath neatly folded uniforms.

You yanked it out, prying it open with shaking hands—only to find it stuffed with letters. Some yellowed with time, others crisp as if he had reread them over and over. Her handwriting. Her words. Her love, immortalized in ink.

My Dearest Caleb, If I close my eyes, I can still see you standing on the shoreline, hands in your pockets, pretending you’re not waiting for me. But I always knew. You were never good at hiding how much you loved me. Are you eating well? Have you been sleeping? I know you’ll lie if I ask you in person, but in a letter, you can’t hide from me. And I worry, darling. I always do. I miss the way you hold me before you leave. I miss the way you kiss my hair, thinking I don’t notice how long you linger there. I miss the way you look at me like I’m the only thing in this world worth coming back to. Sometimes I wonder… do you know how much I love you? Do you feel it, even when we’re apart? I hope you do. I hope it’s enough to keep you warm when the nights are cold, to keep you safe when danger is near. Come back to me soon, my love. The house is too quiet without you. And when you do, I’ll be right here, waiting. Just like always. Forever yours, Your wife

A strangled sob tore from your throat.

You didn’t think. You couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

Through hot tears and reckless fury, you grabbed the box and flung it into the fireplace without regard. All her letters spilled out, each and every one of them catching flame within seconds. And you didn’t hesitate to throw the necklace soon after, letting it vanish into the fire with a dull shimmer.

You stood there, watching the flames devour every trace of her. Of them.

“You’re gone,” you let out a mirthless laugh, wiping the tears that followed after. “You’re gone! Leave him alone!”

Your entire body trembled at the thought, your chest undulating in heavy breaths. Then, as if realizing what you had done, you collapsed onto the floor, staring blankly at the fire.

The anger was gone.

Replaced by the terrifying thought of what Caleb would do when he came home.

The FY-26 cut through the sky like a phantom with its sleek titanium frame reflecting the nautical glow of the setting sun. It was the most powerful fighter jet in the fleet; faster, deadlier, a mechanical beast designed for war. And only one person from the DAA was given the honor to pilot it.

Caleb gripped the throttle, voice steady as he spoke into his comms. “Specter-01 to Specter-02, enemy reconnaissance spotted at 2 o’clock, altitude 15,000 feet. Adjust trajectory and prepare for engagement.”

“Copy that, Specter-01,” came the reply of his fellow fighter pilot. “Visual confirmed. Awaiting further orders.”

Caleb’s gaze flicked to the horizon, where a lone aircraft hovered in the distance. He could hear the chatter of enemy comms scrambling to react, but for a moment, his focus drifted.

Below him, a small, crescent-shaped island came into view. His grip on the controls instantly tightened.

He knew this place.

The memory surfaced like a ghost from another life—of a time when war wasn’t all he knew. When he had taken her here, flying low so she could see the crystalline waves shimmering under the sun. He had told her to look down, to read the words he had carved into the sand earlier in the day.

"Will you marry me?"

He could still hear her laughter, the way it had crackled through the radio before she screamed yes over the comms, her excitement drowning out all other noise. His adorable pipsqueak. Her beautiful smile, her sparkling eyes…

Caleb exhaled sharply, forcing himself back into the present. “I miss you, my love.”

That was a lifetime ago. She was a lifetime ago.

His eyes darkened as he thought of his new reality—you. You weren’t her. Not in the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself, the way you looked at him with that foolish devotion. But maybe… maybe he should stop pretending that it mattered.

Maybe he should just settle with what he had left.

You were still there waiting for him. A woman who, despite all odds, loved him with reckless abandon. The same woman who cried on the night he was on his deathbed, doing everything in her might to make sure he lived. And though he could never give you what he once gave another, he knew you’d still smile, even just from the smallest things.

A glance. A touch. A mere kiss from him, and your entire world lit up.

His hands flexed against the controls.

“Specter-02, engage the target. I’m circling back to base.”

Because tonight, maybe he’d give you something to smile about.

The moment Caleb stepped into his quarters, he could tell something was wrong.

The air alone was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, an unusual warmth persisting as dying embers crackled weakly in the fireplace. His gaze swept over the room—furniture askew, drawers flung open, papers and personal belongings scattered across the floor. His gut twisted. It was like a crime scene. Like something vital had been gutted from this space.

Then, his eyes landed on you.

Curled up on the floor, body trembling, and your arms wrapped around yourself like a feeble shield. Your shoulders shook through stifled sobs, but the moment your tear-streaked face lifted to meet his gaze, everything inside him snapped.

His heart slammed against his ribs, a foreign pressure crushing his chest as his vision tunneled straight to the fireplace.

No. No, no, no, no!

It was as if his vision blurred, as if there was a deafening ringing overtaking his ears as he stormed forward, shoving past the mess to get to the source of his rage. The flames had long since died, leaving behind nothing but fragile wisps of ash. But even in its destruction, he recognized what it used to be.

Burned letters.

A melted necklace, the twisted remains of two rings fused together.

The last pieces of her.

His wife.

His breath left him in a sharp, ragged exhale, his lungs refusing to pull in air as scorching rage flooded every nerve in his body.

“You,” he seethed. Your name didn’t even make it past his lips. The word was a knife, laced with something lethal, something beyond fury. His boots pounded against the wooden floor as he closed the distance between you, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles went white. “I’d fucking kill you! What the fuck have you done?!”

You flinched, your body recoiling as if his voice had physically struck you. “Caleb—”

“Shut up!” His hand shot out, gripping your arm down to the bone, yanking you up with enough force that your legs nearly gave out beneath you. “Do you have any fucking idea what you just did?”

“I—I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t thinking straight—” you choked out, shaking your head frantically, eyes wide with panic.

“Didn’t mean to?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the sound so devoid of warmth it sent chills down your spine. Before you could react, he was already shoving you back against the nearest wall, his arms caging you in, his breath hot with rage as it fanned against your skin. His eyes were cold, piercing, murderous, menacing.

“You burned her letters, our rings,” he said, each syllable aiming to intimidate you. “Destroyed the only damn thing I had left of her! And for what?!”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to shake your head, tried to explain, but your throat was too tight, your breath too uneven. Caleb’s gaze alone was enough to make your entire body tremble. But you had to try. “I was hurt, Caleb,” you finally sobbed, the words tumbling out like a plea. “I—I just wanted you to forget her. I wanted you to see me!”

“Forget her?” His jaw clenched. His grip tightened on your wrist, the pressure just shy of bruising. “You think you could ever replace her? You think you have any fuckin’ right to want anything from me? That you could be anything more than a pathetic substitute?”

The words sliced through you like a blade, carving through every delusion you had ever let yourself believe.

Yet… you had nothing left to lose.

“I love you,” you whispered, broken, desperate. “Caleb, I love you… Please. I’ll be everything you need. I’ll offer everything I have and more. Just… just forget about her.”

For a terrifying second, you thought he might actually hit you.

But then, just as fast as it came, he wrenched himself away from you, staggering back as though you were the thing poisoning him. It hurt. It hurt like hell to see the way he rid himself of you as he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers itching to wreck you.

“...Caleb.”

“...I’m sorry, Caleb.”

“...I love you, Caleb.”

No matter how desperately you fought to win his heart, his voice remained eerily calm when he finally spoke.

“Get the hell out of my sight.”

You stood frozen, barely able to process the words. “B-But—”

“I said GET THE FUCK OUT!” His roar thundered through the room, rattling your entire being like an insect in a heavy storm.

You swallowed down the sob threatening to rise up your throat, willing yourself to move—to breathe—as you staggered toward the door. Your fingers curled around the handle, and for a split second, you let yourself hope for him to stop you. To say something. Anything.

But all he did was stare at you with a gaze so cold, so hollow, it made your heart cave in on itself.

And then, his final words were more merciless than you thought.

“You wanna play with fire?” he muttered. “Fine. I’ll throw you out into the front lines soon enough. See how much you really want to be a soldier’s whore.”

A strangled gasp left your lips, your vision blurring with fresh tears.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t think.

And for the first time since you met him, you realized that no matter how much love you poured into him, Caleb had none left to give.

He stayed true to his words.

The front lines were nothing short of hell. Explosions tore through the sky, painting it in hues of orange and black. The ground trembled beneath relentless bombardments, screams of the wounded and dying mixing with the fusillade of gunfire. It was chaos. It was pure, unfiltered war.

And you were in the heart of it.

Thrown into the battlefield as nothing more than a discarded afterthought, yet you worked tirelessly, tending to the broken, the dying, the ones who begged for mercy even when there was nothing left to give. Blood soaked your uniform, stained your hands, and for the first time since you had arrived at this forsaken place, you realized Caleb was never coming to rescue you. That this wasn’t as simple as temporary punishment where he could rescue you back to the base the moment he saw that you had already paid for your sins.

You had been foolish to think otherwise. Because the punishment was greater than the crime.

Day after day, you watched the planes soar overhead, wondering if one of them carried him. If maybe, just maybe, he’d glance down and remember you. That he’d order someone to retrieve you, to take you home.

But no one came.

Not even him.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse—the enemy arrived.

You barely had time to react before the camp was raided, soldiers storming in with brutal efficiency. Screams filled the air—nurses, wounded soldiers, no one was spared. You tried to run, but hands—so many hands—gripped you, dragging you with them.

“No, please!” you sobbed, thrashing, digging your heels into the dirt. “Someone, help me!”

But the only response was the harsh, guttural laughter of the men dragging you away. You didn’t understand their language, but you understood them. The way their dark, hungry eyes lusted over your trembling form. The mocking smiles curling their lips. The way they spoke to each other, like you weren’t even human.

Like you were property.

One of them cupped your chin, tilting your face up with a sickening grin. “She’ll do nicely,” he murmured in a thick accent.

Another joined in on the amusement. “A fitting pastime for the long nights ahead.”

A fresh wave of panic crashed over you, bile rising in your throat as you began to foresee your fate in their hands. Your fate as the enemy’s new plaything.

“No—NO!” you shrieked, thrashing harder, your nails clawing at their arms. “Caleb! S-Someone, please!”

But no one came.

No one ever came.

That was when your real nightmare began.

They dragged you to their camp, a place so desolate, so devoid of mercy, that it made your previous suffering look like a fleeting dream. There was no hope here. No salvation.

Just pain.

The foreign army passed you from one to the next like you were nothing more than a worn-out relic of war. Their touch was greedy, using your body at their convenience, their grip bruising as they took what they wanted. They stripped you off everything; clothes, dignity, sanity. Sanity. Where is God in all of this?

Your mind drifted, escaping to anywhere else but there. You imagined a different life, a different fate. But the pain kept pulling you back. The jeers, the mocking laughter, the cruel hands that touched every inch of your skin reminding you over and over again that there was no escaping this. You felt dirty, felt disgusted of your own flesh, felt sick that you had to wake up each day living for only one and one purpose alone.

You stopped counting the days.

Stopped screaming when they came for you.

You had nothing left.

Their cruelty settled deep within your bones, your spirit breaking piece by piece until all that remained was a hollow shell of who you used to be.

And the worst part?

He never came.

Caleb, the man who once whispered possessive threats in your ear, who swore no one else could have you, who claimed you as his prize—had abandoned you to this.

It was almost laughable. Truly spectacular.

As you lay on the cold, your body too battered to move, you allowed yourself to accept the truth.

He never loved you.

He never would.

Before you were a war nurse, you once interned as a nurse at Akso Hospital. Life was peaceful then. Even as whispers of an impending world war grew louder, there was an unshaken belief that your nation was too powerful to fall. No one dared to wage war on the strongest nation in the world.

That was the world you knew—quiet, bathed in golden light. You stood in the familiar white halls of the medical facility, the place where it all began. Where you trained. Where you dreamed of making a difference.

Dr. Zayne stood before you, his crisp uniform as pristine as ever, his silver-rimmed glasses reflecting the medical abstract he had on hand. He had always been composed and steady. A true professional that you looked up to. He was the best cardiac surgeon there was, and everyone in the same field dreamed of working with him. Of becoming like him.

“You're ready for this,” he said, adjusting his gloves. “The war will test you, but your hands—” he reached out, taking yours in his own, running his thumb across your palm—“were meant to heal.”

You gripped his hands a little tighter. “What if I can’t save everyone?”

He thought for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh. “You won’t,” he agreed. “But you will save someone. And that will always matter.”

You felt your chest tighten. “Thank you for being a good mentor, Dr. Zayne. I hope to see you again someday.”

The golden light around him began to fade, his figure growing distant, hazy, slipping through your fingers.

“Good luck, Y/N.”

It was the chilling air that woke you up from your dream. The icy breeze seeped into your bones, deeper than any wound, any bruise, any violation. Every inch of you ached, skin marred with purple and black, lips split and dry. Your body was no longer your own. It was something broken, something discarded.

You barely had the strength to keep your eyes open and every breath was a struggle as your ribs protested with each inhale. The faint scent of blood and sweat lingered around you, suffocating you. Killing you.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard voices—a noise.

A sharp crack split through the air, followed by a scream—short, cut off, wet. Then another. And another.

Gunfire.

Shouting.

The heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground.

You tried to move, but your limbs wouldn’t obey. The exhaustion of everything they had done to you pinned you down. Your pulse was sluggish, your vision swimming, but you could hear it—him. And the distinct roar of his rage. Perhaps it was your hallucination. After all, you had already lost your mind from this war.

But one of the soldiers outside, his voice barely rising before it was cut off—a sickening gurgle of a sound, as if something sharp had torn straight through his throat. Gunfire erupted in rapid succession, followed by panicked shouts, orders barked in a language you barely understood, only for them to be silenced just as quickly. A storm was tearing through the camp. A massacre.

Then, the door was kicked open. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the moonlight.

You held your breath.

The familiar combat boots. The bloodied gloves. The cold, murderous gleam of his eyes.

Caleb.

Your lips parted—half in disbelief, half in something uglier. Because now, after everything, after you had finally accepted that he was gone, he was here. His gaze was fixed on you, and something in his features cracked as he took in your state. Bruises. Cuts. The torn remains of your uniform that barely covered your violated body. His fingers twitched over the trigger of his gun.

Slowly, he took a step forward. And when he finally reached you, he knelt, his bloodstained hands brushing against your trembling form as if to confirm that you were real.

Why? Why now, Caleb?

You let out a broken sob, your body giving out as you collapsed into him, while his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly and desperately.

It was for the first time since meeting him where he genuinely, unselfishly took you in his arms with fragile care. “I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m here now. I’ve killed every single one of ‘em for you,” he said in a tone so affectionate you almost wondered if it was a dream. “I’ll take you home. No one’s gonna touch you ever again. I promise.”

The irony, however, presented itself the moment Caleb touched you. Because rather than feeling a sense of relief in his own way of apologizing, a deep, all-consuming dread wrapped around your bones instead.

Because this wasn’t salvation. This wasn’t a rescue. This was a return to a different kind of prison.

Your battered body trembled in his grip as his presence, something you once ached for, now loomed over you like a cruel joke. You thought being here—being dragged through hell, used, and discarded—was the worst fate imaginable.

But, no.

The true horror was returning to Caleb.

Because you knew now. You finally understood. There was no future for you. Not in his arms. Not in this world. And the look in his eyes, that dangerous, unhinged gleam that he would never let you go. You were only going to submit yourself to a never ending cycle. Of pain. Of being unloved.

So before he could react, before he could drag you back into the nightmare of his possessive grasp, your trembling fingers wrapped around his gun.

His own gun. His own weapon.

For the first time, his cold, calculating gaze faltered, widening in shock as you tore it from his holster with the last of your strength. “Y/N—”

The barrel was already pressed to your temple. His hands lunged for you, fast, too fast—

BANG!

The world stilled.

Your body swayed before a slow, almost gentle descent to the ground. Caleb caught you before you could hit the dirt, but warm blood seeped between his fingers. His hands, the same hands that had killed and destroyed, now shook as they cradled you. “No! NOOO! Y/N!”

But it was too late.

You smiled with your red-stained lips. “You deserve to live a life where the women you love—” you coughed, blood bubbling at the edges of your lips as you said your last words, “leave you.”

#caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb angst #caleb smut #lads x reader #lads x you #non mc reader #love and deepspace x reader #xia yizhou x reader #xia yizhou x you

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damneddamsy · 3 months ago

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FALLING. RATING Explicit (18+ only) PAIRING Joel Miller x BIPOC OFC (Leela) FORMAT & SETTING Joel's POV & Post-TLOU Jackson AU WORD COUNT PER CHAPTER approx. 12,000+ STATUS Complete

SUMMARY It is said that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. Now, Joel Miller wasn’t looking to be a saint. Trust was a liability. Love, a memory too painful to keep. But if a sinner like him still had some future, and if that future starts with one night—a baby’s relentless cries cracking through his walls and breaking him open—then maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t lost everything yet. Against all instincts, he steps into that big, white house across his street. Nothing drives Joel to linger, but he does. For the baby at first—nascent Maya, with her bright eyes and fistfuls of Joel’s collar. Then, the strange new mother. What begins as an uneasy coexistence grows into something deeper, which neither of them dares name. Haunted by a narrative she never chose, brilliant but reclusive, Leela’s mind runs into the theoretical—proofs, patterns, chasing solutions to an unsolvable equation—while Joel’s hands are scarred by the practical: protecting, killing, enduring. When that peace becomes fleeting, when a fragile hope in the shape of a mathematical discovery begins to bloom, and the world, as always, threatens to take it away, Joel confronts what it means to fall—not just into the impossible, but into love, into hope, into the fragile rhythms of Leela and Maya’s life, and their quiet home that becomes a rare thing in this decaying tomorrow: a reason to stay. This is a story of healing, found family, and the abnormal, slow math of love—how we factor grief, multiply hope, balance the unknowns, it never adds up but somehow makes perfect sense.

INDEX (might be subject to change as the story progresses.)

part i -> EVENT HORIZON

part ii -> MICROFRACTURE

part iii -> FALSE EQUILIBRIUM

part iv -> MINIMUM VIABLE HOPE

part v -> RECONSTRUCTION ALGORITHM

part vi -> LIMIT APPROACHES GRACE

part vii -> FREEFALL FUNCTION

part viii -> SOFT INFINITY

part ix -> STITCH THEORY

interlude

part x -> DECOHERENCE

part xi -> ZERO CROSSING

part xii -> THEOREM OF BECOMING

part xiii -> HEURISTIC BLOOM

part xiv -> THE FINAL INTEGRATION

epilogue

acknowledgements

FALLING MOODBOARD (a huge bear hug, thank you and shoutout to the incredible @jolapeno !!)

FALLING MOODBOARD (2) (so many kisses and so much love to the talented, sweet @mrsmando !!)

CHARACTER STUDY A deep dive into Joel, Maya, and Leela, answering an ask from one of my sweetheart friends @jodiswiftle who followed along!

AUTHOR'S NOTE Have loads of fun with this masterlist! took me a while to think up a different way to potray these chapters, I'm so glad it came through so great!

TAGS your (ultimate) fix-it fic, The Dad™️ Joel, softest Joel you've ever seen, he is also an old yearner cuntstruck hardass, Joel being down bad for a teeny baby girl, OFC is arabic, OFC being an academic nerd and STEM girlie, the cutest baby (Maya) ever, baby is an actual character, Miller family dynamics, Tommy-Joel-Ellie hooliganisms, life in Jackson town, Ellie being the generally awesome older sister, neighbours-to-lovers trope, found family, slowburn, a lot of math references, lotsa door metaphors, epistolary interlude.

CONTENT WARNINGS eventual smut (the whole kaboodle), big griefs, depression, unbearable angst, violence, gore, blood, alcoholism, substance abuse, post-natal depression, the pains of motherhood, mentions of rape and suicide, childbirth.

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cutehoons02 · 2 months ago

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Enhypen hybird series!

In this series you will find 7 one-shots that can be read at your leisure, the series has yet to be completatat and missing Heeseung, Ni-Ki and Sunoo. This series is the fruit of my imagination and the characters are invented, they are all stories centered on the university, all 7 will be love stories with a happy ending.

*tags: everyone is a different hybrid (dog,cat,rabbit,husky,deer,black panther and fox) knotting, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18, kisses, tension, fingering, masturbation (f.m)

Jake: Love: The Hybrid's Heart

*synopsis: What if you were to do a project on the economic boom that brought hybrids into the human world in terms of love and sex with Jake a golden retriever hybrid who at first glance looks like a puppy but slowly becomes obsessed with you, and you with your shameless insolence propose to write an essay on the overselling of sexual protections against hybrids? This idea of yours might be brilliant academically but on the plane between your relationship with the hybrid Jake could bring some spicy consequences

Jungwon: My posessive kitten!

*synopsis: You were in the shit, Your best friend had decided to move in with his boyfriend and you were looking for a roommate to even the apartment and every person you met to share the expenses didn’t convince you, until Jake your best friend’s boyfriend told you that Jungwon one of his hybrid friends was looking for a house and so you found yourself sharing the space with a kitten who looked so cute that he was crazy

Sunghoon: My lollipop girl

*synopsis: Y/n is a university student who crosses paths with Sunghoon, an enigmatic and mysterious guy, who turns out to be a rabbit hybrid. Amid provocations, power plays, and growing tension, Y/N tries to catch his attention with a lollipop, but he mocks her. Despite his authoritative behavior, Sunghoon can't help but be drawn to her. As Y/n learns more about his hybrid nature, including heat and the knot, their relationship becomes increasingly intense, filled with seductive games and emotional challenges that push them further to their limits.

Sunghoon: My lollipop boy

Jay: My favorite patient

*synopsis: Jay is a Siberian Husky hybrid, an "alpha" of his family, but something strange is happening: at 22, he has never experienced heat. Despite his dominant nature and the affection he has for those close to him, his body seems to be somehow "stuck." After a chance encounter with Y/n, a young veterinary student specializing in hybrids, Jay realizes that there is something unexpectedly binding him to her. As Y/n helps him uncover what is happening, the two find themselves facing the growing attraction between them, filled with tension and misunderstandings.

Heeseung: Make be mine

*synopsis: When you, a bright but impulsive student, agree to share the apartment with a dark-eyed and gloomy-looking hybrid deer, Heeseung, you know it’s going to be an intense experience. But you can’t imagine how. He is introverted, controlled, with an animal instinct that desperately tries to keep at bay. You're the opposite: human, daring, stubborn… and curiously attracted by that mysterious aura that Hee carries with her. Between daily squabbles, shared nights, growing jealousies and an imprinting that risks to bind them forever, the boundary between play and desire becomes ever thinner.

Ni-Ki: Criminal desire (coming soon)

*synopsis: In a secret university where humans and hybrids coexist under strict rules, you are a rare white panther hybrid with a blood disputed and desired, you are forced to seek protection from Ni-Ki, black panther, arrogant and dominant, that everyone fears. They accept a pretended pact of couple, but every kiss, every contact, shakes their boundaries. He writes the rules for her. You rebel. But when their bodies really bond together, they understand that nothing of what they are experiencing is just fiction.

Sunoo: Only yours forever

*synopsis: You and Sunoo have been friends forever. You and Sunoo have been best friends for years: he, orange fox hybrid, is used to stay close to you, cuddle you, spoil you and you are also a fox hybrid but of snows and both studied at the same university. But when your body begins to change (your first heat comes late, a sign that there is more inside you than you knew), your smell starts to charm it, to shake it. You try to ignore it, but the desire grows. Until one night you wake him up… With red cheeks, trembling, and you ask him what no one else could give you without hurting you but he knows, when a hybrid knocks forever his mate will remain his forever.. Can you see him more than your best friend?

I hope you like the stories and for the last 3 one-shots if you want to be tagged write me in the comments!

#enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfic #enhypen drabbles #sunghoon x reader #jake sim x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jungwon x reader #jake x reader #sunoo x reader #ni ki x reader

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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Imperfect Perfection

Synopsis: You'd love to be the emperor's wife. Everyone would. But you've got a secret that makes you very unqualified to be his wife, so you do what anyone with a secret does- you hide and try to keep to yourself. But Jinshi's not used to women keeping to themselves around him. Just how are you going to keep this secret when he starts poking around? Approximate Word Count: 3600 Tags: Angst with a happy ending?

You hadn’t been trying to catch the emperor’s attention. But you were the only one who wasn’t, and that’s what caught his attention.

As the daughter of a high ranking official, you were invited (and then forced by your parents) to attend a garden party at the palace, where the newly crowned emperor would then choose his empress and concubines from among the party guests.

Now, it wasn’t that you didn’t want his attention. In fact, he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, and you were sure that everyone else was thinking the same thing. But you had certain physical limitations that made you an ill-advised choice for either his wife or his concubine so you figured there was no point in getting attached to someone you had no chance with.

With that in mind, you banished yourself to the farthest corner of the garden, with only the bees and the flowers to keep you company. When a server brought you a tray of carefully arranged delicacies, you graciously accepted, popping one into your mouth before beaming bright and stealing another. With a satisfied sigh, you turned to speak to the waiter.

“I’m sorry, I know this is rather imprudent of me, but could I perchance meet your chef? I’d like to thank them for the delicious treats.”

He blinked at you curiously.

“Oh, I apologize. You have permission to speak.”

He gave you a small smile. “Thank you, my lady. As flattering as your request is, it is generally frowned upon for the lower and higher classes to interact. Especially at such a…” He gave a wary glance at all the nobility socializing around you, “Public event.”

“Ah, I see. You’re right, forgive me, we are in a rather public space. I’ll accompany you to the kitchen then.”

His eyes widened. “The k-kitchen?”

You nodded as though it were the only acceptable conclusion.

“You mustn’t! It’s rather…chaotic at this hour, with so many guests to serve. I’m sure your ladyship won’t find the kitchen interesting in the slightest. I will convey your thanks to the chef myself, if it is of such great importance to you.”

“It’s no trouble for me. I’d really like to properly express my gratitude. And I must admit to having an ulterior motive, as I’d also like for your chef to teach my kitchen staff their recipes, so you see, we have much to discuss.” You explained.

The waiter gave another cautious glance around the garden, before finally sighing and nodding. “Alright, as you wish, my lady. I shall take you to him.”

And with that, you quietly slipped off to the kitchen with him. Though it can’t have been as quiet as you would’ve liked, because the moment the emperor laid eyes on you sneaking through the maze with a servant boy, he was instantly intrigued. Did someone dare to have an affair with his own staff right under his nose, at his own engagement party? What kind of woman were you exactly? Excusing himself, he followed carefully behind.

When you arrived at the kitchen and the emperor realized you’d snuck out of his lavish party just to convey your thanks to his chef, he was touched. And he couldn’t help but be drawn to the ways your eyes lit up when you discussed potential new recipes for the chef to try, or the way your brows furrowed as you wondered aloud if certain ingredients would mix together well or not, or the way you emphatically pleaded with the chef to impart his knowledge to your own kitchen staff like you’d melt and die if he didn’t.

He stifled a laugh and then, realizing his own actions, wondered what on earth he was hiding his presence for. This was his palace, after all. He stepped out of the shadows, clearing his throat. “You know, the royal palace doesn’t hire just anybody. Of course my staff is well accomplished.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks when you heard his voice behind you and you turned to him, burying your chin deep into your chest as you bowed lower than you’d ever bowed in your entire life. “Your highness! I apologize; I didn’t see you there. Forgive me.”

The kitchen staff followed, bowing low and humbly.

He gestured for them to rise up. “There’s no need for that. I thank you for taking such great care of my party guest.”

They nodded and made their quick departure, leaving just you and the emperor all alone. Great.

“Well…I suppose I’ll be on my way as well. I’m sure you have more important people to see. Good day, your highness.” You gave him another respectful bow before turning away.

“Not so fast.”

You froze, nerves trembling within your veins. “Y-yes, your h-highness?”

Now he had to laugh aloud. “You speak so comfortably with mere kitchen staff and yet you find it difficult to speak to me?”

“With all due respect, your majesty, it is more difficult to speak to you. You require more care when speaking.” You admitted, though unsure why.

“Why? I’m just another man, same as them.”

You raised a brow at that. Man or not, emperor or not, he was being rather dense. “You are not ‘just a man’. You are this kingdom’s ruler. One does not speak to the emperor the way they would a friend.”

“So I’m not the emperor then. Not today. Today, I’m just a friend. So talk to me.”

This guy was going to give you a heart attack for real. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was baiting you into being improper only to reprimand you, or if he genuinely wanted something as simple as true conversation. But, as you gazed into his eyes, you thought you glimpsed a hint of loneliness behind them. Like maybe he never asked to be emperor. Like maybe he never asked to be so far above his peers that no one dared to hold a conversation with him.

So, completely forgetting your original intention of avoiding him, you decided to humor him. You talked with him. The two of you wandered the palace grounds, talking about anything and everything under the sun. And you talked for so long that they sent out a search party for him.

You stifled a laugh as he pulled you deeper into the maze. “Are we supposed to be hiding from your guards? And at your own party?” You whispered.

He grinned. “It’s my party, I can do what I want. Shh, they’re coming this way.” He slipped his hand over your mouth before yanking you behind a hedge.

Once the guards had passed by, he removed his hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you?”

“No, I don’t want this to end.”

You laughed. “Well, we do have to go back eventually. Or they’ll think I kidnapped you.”

“That’s a great idea; you should kidnap me.” He teased, nudging you with his arm.

You snorted. “And be beheaded? No, thank you.”

“Who’s going to behead you? I’m the emperor, after all; what I say goes and under no circumstances is any harm to befall you.” His eyes gleamed, true and sincere.

You smiled at him. You couldn’t help it. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, you’d become dear to him. It was obvious in the way he looked at you, the way he walked with you, the way he talked with you, the way he didn’t want to stop talking to you. You didn’t want to admit that he’d also become dear to you, so you opted instead for a witty rebuttal.

“Oh, is that right? You weren’t saying that when you were convincing me to climb a palace wall with you ‘for the view’ and I almost fell off of said wall. Which made the view less impressive, by the way. It’s hard to get a good look when you’re falling through the air.”

He laughed lightheartedly. “But did you fall? No, because I caught you. So, as I said, I won’t allow any harm to come to you.”

“Oh, my hero.” You pressed your hands to your chest dramatically, to which he gave an exaggerated (yet entertained) scoff. You wanted to laugh at his theatrics as you were sure he wanted to laugh at yours. But you knew it was getting time for the fun to reach its end. “We should really get back. They’ll become suspicious that we’ve disappeared together.”

“And what suspicions could they surmise from our time together?” His voice was light and amused- clear evidence that he was still in the mood for games.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe that you’ve chosen to make me your empress or something.”

“And what if I have?” His teasing tone vanished in an instant.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “Don’t jest- I’d be a ridiculous choice. Besides, it’s rude to neglect your other party guests and then refuse to even consider them for the position. We can’t have the emperor scorning all of his high ranking guests; it would be chaos at best.”

“So I’ll make an appearance. Apologize for my behavior. Flash a smile here, a wink there. All will be well.”

You rolled your eyes, amusement dancing on your curved lips. “And, once again, you’re beloved by everyone. The end.”

“Beloved by everyone except one.”

“One? Who would dare?” You teased.

“You.”

You almost coughed up your heart, but you refused to let your emotions guide your reaction. “That’s untrue. I’m quite fond of you. Kind of like a pet.” You opted instead for humor, once again, your default armor of choice.

His eyes narrowed. “A…pet? Would a…’pet’ do this?” In an instant, he had you pinned up against the column of the gazebo, lips meeting yours in a sudden burst of heat.

You wanted to drown in his kiss. You’d spent so long resisting his dazzling eyes and his charming smile, but when it came to his intoxicating lips? You didn’t stand a chance. You kissed him back, against your better judgement, and when he felt you give in to him, his smirk curled against your lips.

“So, I’ll see you tonight then? After I’m done playing the role of the responsible king?” He grinned unabashedly and it nearly made your chest cave in.

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” You murmured breathlessly, still drunk on the taste of him.

“Tonight, it’s just us. No bothersome party guests within sight. I’ll come to your room.”

You wanted to tell him no. To tell him that this was all moving too quickly. To tell him that he was wasting his energy on you. To tell him that you couldn’t be his. But all you could stutter out was, “T-tonight…” and he took it as your agreement. He kissed you once more and then disappeared into the maze, returning to his party shortly after.

Upon your delayed return to the party -having waited a few minutes after he had left so as not to arouse suspicion anymore than you already had- you feigned ill and retired to your chambers. You wanted to leave. To go for a walk, far, far away, and have that walk cure you of these unnecessary and unwanted feelings. You wanted to be anywhere but here, where he said he’d meet you. But your traitorous feet only allowed you enough energy to pace your room before finally giving up and collapsing on the bed, waiting for his return, longing for his return.

You stared at the ceiling as you waited.

He couldn’t possibly pick you to be his empress, could he? He must have been joking, right? How were you going to tell him the real reason why you couldn’t be his wife? Why you shouldn’t be his wife. How were you going to let him down easy?

You bit down on your lip until it hurt. But…then again, would it really be so bad to be his concubine? To let him coax you into bed? To pretend you could be something to him every time he held you, to ignore the way you felt when he’d leave in the morning, attend to another concubine’s needs? You shook your head, discouraging the idea and jolting you back to reality.

He would come tonight, looking for your love, and you’d simply say you had none to give him. You’d deny the thundering in your heart and you’d tell him why it could never work between the two of you and then he’d be disappointed but ultimately he’d understand that you were a poor choice to begin with and then you’d return to your home town and act as if you never had such pounding in your chest to begin with. You’d forget him and he’d forget you. Or, more likely, he’d forget you, and you’d spend the rest of your life trying to explain away the aching in every fiber of your being. But that was how it should be. You thought you had already made peace with the fact that you’d never be anyone’s wife; it shouldn’t have pained you so much not to be his in particular. You were getting greedy, getting selfish. You wouldn’t wish your companionship on any man desiring a family, not now that you knew what you knew about yourself. And you certainly wouldn’t wish it on him, someone you’d genuinely begun to care about (and someone you would have to train yourself to forget you ever cared about).

So before he even knocked on the door, having heard his footsteps in the hall (and having been embarrassed that you’d already memorized the sound), you ushered him inside your room, and closed the door before anyone could spot the two of you together. And before his excitement at your supposed eagerness could take hold of him, you made sure to express your denial of his advances as plainly as you could.

“I don’t understand. So you…agreed to let me come to your room, you yank me into your room once I arrive, and now you say you don’t want me?” His brows furrowed, hurt and confusion clear as day across his face.

“I didn’t say I don’t want you. I said we can’t be together.” You attempted to soften the blow but it pained you to even say the words.

Surprisingly, your response worked wonders on him. His tension eased immediately upon hearing your words. “So you do want me.”

Your eyes widened, panic shooting through your veins. “That’s not what I-”

“I know. But it’s what you feel, right? So whatever is making you think we can’t be together, I’ll figure it out.” His voice was confident, reassured. There was no hint of arrogance or exaggeration in sight. He was simply speaking the truth; he would clear a path for you to be by his side, no matter what it took. And that only made you want to be by his side more.

But you couldn’t.

“Jinshi, you don’t underst-”

“Zuigetsu. You can call me by my real name.”

Your words froze in your throat. No one called the emperor by his real name. No one would dare. You half expected your head to be sent flying just at the thought of calling him by his real name.

“There’s no way that I-”

“Please. I’ve never heard anyone say my name.”

Well, crap. You couldn’t deny him when he pleaded. You almost couldn’t deny him anything. And you didn’t want to. You wanted to be the woman he swept off her feet. You wanted to be the woman by his side. “Zui….Zuigetsu.” You murmured weakly.

His complexion brightened immediately, eyes brimming with joy. “It sounds so much more perfect than I thought it would.” His thumb ran across your lips, eliciting a shiver from you. There was no lust in his actions, only pure, unadulterated happiness, and it was the kind of happiness you could get lost in.

So, throwing your better judgement out the window once again, you indulged him. You lost yourself in him, lost hours to his welcome company.

You’d assumed he’d wanted to enter your bedchambers for superficial purposes, for more primal purposes, and you probably would’ve entertained his fantasies until reality took hold of you again. But he simply wanted a more private environment to continue his earlier conversation with you, asking more of your likes and dislikes, begging you to repeat an earlier story he’d found entertaining, telling you stories of his own, until you were laughing so hard he had to slip a hand over your mouth to avoid drawing unwelcome attention, grinning as he did so.

So the night came and went, and you played pretend to your heart’s satisfaction. And then the morning came and you regretted your actions once more.

You couldn’t keep doing this. Not to him. Not to yourself. It would only make leaving even harder. No, today would be the day when you’d tell him the truth. The dreaded truth. The devastating truth.

So you sent a messenger to his room with gifts you’d brought from your hometown and you invited him to join you for conversation, one last time.

“Spoiling me already?” He plopped down beside you, all giddy and glowing.

“I thought you might like the treats. Since you were telling me you’d never tried them before.” What were you doing? You were supposed to just spit out the truth and here you were, small talking him.

“I very much enjoyed them, but I think I’d enjoy them more with you, so I saved some to have with our tea.” He smiled, sincerity practically dripping from his lips, as he offered you the tray you’d previously sent to his room.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay for tea.”

“Oh, I see. You’re doing the thing where you push me away again, claiming that we’re not meant to be. I told you; I’ll take care of everything. Do you not trust me?” For such a serious conversation, his tone was relaxed, like he was already assured of your feelings. You cursed your own carelessness for allowing your feelings to surface so plain for him to see.

“It’s not that-”

“Then what is it?”

He was going to be the death of you. But you may as well dig the grave yourself, if your relationship was already within the Grim Reaper’s grasp. “I can’t have children.” There. You’d said it. Your awful secret had finally come to light.

You could tell he was not expecting that, because his features had frozen in place, his breath trapped within his lungs. Maybe he was expecting you to have a scorned past lover, maybe he was expecting you to merely be insecure about inheriting the title of empress. Whatever he’d been expecting, it can’t have been nearly as bad as the dreadful truth.

The truth that you yourself had not yet made peace with. You’d cried yourself to sleep the day the doctor told you and you cried almost every night since then. You’d always dreamed of marrying for love (as rare as it was during these times) and starting a family with your loved one. And now those dreams were nothing more than a relic of the past. The past belonging to a happier you. To a healthier you. To the ideal version of yourself. To the version of yourself you wish you could present to him right now. But you couldn’t change your reality, much like you couldn’t change your DNA. Your fate had already been signed, sealed, and delivered to you, and all that was left was to accept it.

“Okay.”

Time stuttered to a stop. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, okay. I told you, no matter what it is, I’ll figure it out.”

You sighed, exasperation seeping into your voice, “This isn’t something you can just figure out. I physically cannot have children. Do you understand what that means? It means you won’t be able to carry on the royal line with me. It means you’re better off with someone else.”

“I didn’t say I’d fix it. I said I’d figure it out. And I’ve already figured out that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, who cares if we can’t have kids? Marry me.”

Your stomach tangled in a knot. “I can’t marry you. I’m not right for you. Besides being physically limited, I’m also extremely selfish. I won’t want to share you with another concubine.”

“So don’t share then. Marry me.”

“You don’t understand. You would be giving up the idea of children altogether. That’s a difficult decision to make; I wouldn’t make it so lightly.”

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand. I don’t make this decision lightly; I make it with all the love I have in my heart because I love and want you, and only you. So marry me.”

In that moment, you burst into tears. You knew you shouldn’t be bawling like this in front of the emperor; your parents would’ve been ashamed. But you couldn’t help yourself any longer. All those nights, attempting to comfort yourself when no one else could. All those days, wishing for your imperfections to simply disappear. And here he was, offering to love you through it all. He didn’t see someone in need of fixing, he simply saw you and wanted you. And he didn't see you as an imperfection, he saw you as perfect for him.

And if you couldn’t give him children, you made up your mind that you’d damn well give him every ounce of love that you had to give, and every day of the rest of your life.

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thekoalapastriesbakery · 4 months ago

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YOUNGER, FASTER, BETTER!!

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!driver!reader

request: hmm. arthur leclerc x verstappen!driver!reader - happy with whatever format :) - @spoonfulofmilo

summary: you and your boyfriend are always compared to your older brothers.

warnings: hate comments, swearing, no written parts, affectionate bullying between arthur + reader, minor mentions of the red bull-ferrari rivalry (lighthearted)

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arthur_leclerc in this house we support one (1) red bull driver and we'd support him a lot more if he was a ferrari driver 🥲❤️

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user1 lecstappen > lestappen idc idc

user2 arthur and y/n dating despite their older brothers were karting rivals is so endearing to me

youruser or you could just move to red bull 😁

arthur_leclerc never gonna happen, mon amour ❤️

user3 THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT THAT CHARLES AND MAX'S YOUNGER BROTHERS ARE DATING???

user4 they're so cute oh my lord

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youruser mexico, you were a dream 💙

(ft my lovely + insufferable boyfriend)

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user5 i am so soft for them omg 😭

user6 something about y/n winning his f2 race when max's car is on a decline makes me sad :(

arthur_leclerc i am NOT insufferable!!!

youruser you spent an hour arguing with me over the pronunciation of stroopwafel this morning

arthur_leclerc you were saying it wrong!

youruser I'M LITERALLY DUTCH??????

user7 oh yeah i see why you guys like lecstappen now-

user8 i didn't think it was possible for them to be more chaotic than lestappen but they're so funny

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arthur_leclerc autumn would be better with you x

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user9 no mention of charles being on the sprint podium in brazil ...

user10 right, but he talks about missing his "boyfriend" 🙄

user11 this is why you don't get promoted to formula one, you're dating a competitor

youruser how dare you look so Boyfriend when i'm not there to kiss you stupid :( 💙

arthur_leclerc *❤️ and you can kiss me when you get home

user12 genuinely how do they even think they're good together ... they're always arguing in the comments

user13 it's so cute how they always have a picture of the other in their posts

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youruser qatar feature done + dusted, onto abu dhabi for the last round of the season and testing!

bonus: a throwback to my lovely bf and his okay brother in monaco

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user14 it's so obvious that max got all the talent ...

user15 the nerve of calling charles "okay" when he can't even get into f1 🙄

arthur_leclerc always love seeing you on the top step of the podium, mon amour ❤️

youruser only a matter of time before you're back there too 💙

user16 he's so ungrateful, posting a f*rrari win when red bull are literally the only reason he has a seat

user17 all the people in the comments acting like you can win races with money and talent isn't involved bffr

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redbullracing and scuderiaferrari THAT'S OUR ROOKIES!!

Arthur Leclerc and Y/N Verstappen set the exact same fastest lap time in the first session of post-season testing here in Abu Dhabi! Also known as the first drivers to race against each other while dating, the boys have proved once and for all that they are more than just the younger brothers of F1 stars Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.

We look forward to their continued development and can't wait to see the greatness they inevitably achieve 💙❤️

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user18 we got a joint post between rbr and ferrari before gta6??

user19 congrats to the best boyfriends on the internet!

user20 glad to see their teams finally standing up for them ... even by formula one's standards, the hate towards them was getting out of hand liked by maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, and others

youruser younger, faster, ...

arthur_leclerc better 😉

user21 future WDCs 💪

user22 if they ever have kids ... imagine rocking up to a karting competition and seeing the name VERSTAPPEN-LECLERC 😭

user23 good for them

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animeyanderelover · 3 months ago

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I would also like to ask for obanai, Muzan, Light Yagami and Sebastian's reaction to a darling wearing revealing clothes? Thanks!

My connection to the internet is still not fixed. I’m literally writing this during university break because I have a stable connection here.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, delusional behavior, overprotective behavior, manipulation, degradation, humiliation, suggestive themes, Nsfw in Muzan's part, abduction, death

Tags: @leveyani @lovley-valentine7 @chxxz @maggiequinn59 @nightmaresprophet

Darling wears revealing clothes

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛It isn't the time with its set fashion that is going to hold Sebastian back. In fact the demon certainly enjoys the free spirit you showcase in a time where women dress modest and must never show too much skin. Unless they have a rather salacious reputation to them that is. What is going to motivate him to keep you from wearing such revealing clothes outside is his own possessiveness. Undeniably you are a feast for the eyes but as you are his mate you should ensure that such a sight is only for him to enjoy. Perhaps if time and fashion would be a different one he would be much more lenient to let you outside. As of now so much skin would gather too much attention from everyone. He can't have other men lay their greedy eyes on you now, can he? Only a minx would still dare to go against his words and you are certainly one. Your confidence is very attractive yet in this scenario it isn't too appreciated. You must want to tease and test him if you keep on insisting to wear your clothes even outside. If it is his limits you wish to overstep, then it should be only fair that Sebastian shows you the consequences. With less clothes you would look even more ravishing for him after all~

Yagami Light

✍️Light has a vision. A vision of a perfect world with him as a God. A perfect world with you by his side. However, he has envisioned you in a very specific way. A way that doesn't include the far too revealing clothes that you often wear outside of university. Sure, the world is slowly changing and the fashion evolves with it yet Light finds this trend to be nothing but distasteful. You are his woman and for that you shouldn't dress in ways where just everyone can ogle you. For Light it is about retaining your innocence as well as hiding from other eyes what should only be shown to him. He cannot just forbid you to wear those clothes though. At least not as long as he needs to hide his identity from you. So instead Light decides to go with subtle manipulation to get inside your head. A lot of backhanded compliments are given where he comments that you are quite brave for wearing such things or mentions briefly that he would never let his sister wear those clothes. He constantly offers you his jacket, insisting that it is windy and that you could get sick. Sometimes he gety very passive-aggressive, asking if your outfits earn you a lot of attention from others and if that is your intention.

Iguro Obanai

🐍Obanai is under the daily risk of having a heart attack, your clothes far too inviting for lustful eyes to linger on you. Even he has troubles looking at you for too long without getting very flustered but he does his best to never let his eyes linger on your thighs or your cleavage. Silently he has a lot of objections but he is unable to voice them as he doesn't want to earn your possible anger or sadden you. Instead he gifts you cloaks, scarfs and other items which you will hopefully use to cover yourself a bit more. Unable to speak up his own thoughts yet well aware how many lecherous people are out there, Obanai is left with the old strategy of stalking you. His two-coloured eyes are always watching for anyone looking at you lustfully or snickering behind your back. Save to say is that anyone who dares to give a wrong reaction becomes a temporary target. His jealousy and his overprotective instincts make for a very overbearing presence even though he reminds in the shadows. You shouldn't be surprised if certain people start avoiding you. Not after a visit from Obanai and threats he didn't even bother to hide. Either stay away or lose tongue and eyes so that they may never speak or look wrongly again.

Kibutsuji Muzan

🩸Not even a whore would dress as skimpy. Are you really such a low creature, offering your body to just anyone? Muzan has lived through dynasties and historic events and is stuck in a very traditional mindset. If you were just any woman he would simply discard you. Yet you are his woman and for that by extension his possession. How dare you dress in ways where everyone can look at your body? It seems like you need to be reminded that your body belongs to him. You lack respect of his claim on you and Muzan will be swift and cruel to remind you of everything. It is unacceptable that you walk around the way you do. All your clothes will be torn away from you the moment he has you in his possession, replaced by clothes that he deems to be fit for someone who belongs to him. Any arguments or rebellion are going to be squashed as he has little tolerance. If you misbehave you are going to be treated accordingly. But if you truly wish to be treated like a slut, he can do that. Surely you'd appreciate sitting completely naked on his lap and cockwarming him whilst he holds a meeting with the Upper Moons. Next time he might even see it through to bring a few loved ones of yours.

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dellieghtful · 3 months ago

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[XAVIER] LADS: Saying Things They Don't Mean

🍓A/N: Thanks so much for the likes & reposts! I was super happy to know you guys enjoyed my last work. So, for today I bring to you something new (just to test out the waters). This might be a little more on the angsty side so pls read with caution. This will be 2 parts, so each one gets their own happy ending.

Also! Yay for new covers?? I love how these all look so good together (்▿்) anyway, happy reading \\( •̀ω•́ )//

SYNOPSIS: After a bad day, you both end up in an argument and to say the least, some things are trully better off left unsaid.

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📍Character/s: Xavier

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The mission itself had started off bad with you both arriving at the train station late, getting lost while on the way to the destination, basically everything from top to bottom was just a mess.

Not to mention, you and Xavier both ended up a little far off your actual course, battling wanderers of a higher grade than what you'd both were originally assigned to defeat and retrieve protocores from.

Here you were refilling ammo after ammo, these things were just a little tougher than they seem. To your left, you could see Xavier, fending off as much as he could with all his power. You and Xavier fought until the very last one crumbled to dust, leaving what's left of their own protocores.

"We did it," you started, heavily panting with your back bent with your hands resting on your knees. You definitely needed to catch a breather after fighting that much wanderers in a single day. Not to mention, those weren't even the ones you were intended to eliminate. "Why don't we camp up here for the night?" You suggested, carefully walking towards Xavier and reaching out to touch his arm. Even with all the exhaustion you felt, Xavier's touch and presence was enough to make things feel right again.

But before you could even touch the bare skin of his hand, Xavier pulled away from your touch. Without a thought in mind, you quickly reached out to pull him back close to you, as if the very thought of him walking away made your stomach churn and a feeling of discomfort started to crawl into your skin. Something wasn't right. "Xavier, are you okay?"

He was silent, hands clenching his sword as he only moves forward. Not bothering to look back at you or even speak to you. With no choice, you followed him at a close distance. "Xavier, what's wrong?" You asked again, walking a little closer to him. "Are you hurt? If you are, we have to stop. Here, let me take a look."

"Could you fucking stop?"

"Excuse me?"

"Our food supplies are running short, we're almost out of extra weapons, you're hurt, and worst of all we're lost and the first thing on your mind is to set up camp? How about figuring out why the hell we got lost in the first place?" Xavier finishes as he has you pinned against a large tree with both of his hands at your side, limiting your chances of escape. You were baffled with how he was acting at that moment, long gone was your sweet and soft-spoken partner, instead you were standing face-to-face with a man you could barely recognize.

"Oh, so you want to blame it on me? I'm sorry, I wasn't the one who woke up late in the first place. I wasn't the one who was too prideful to ask for directions. But, look, here we are now at the pit of it all. So, I suggest you get your facts straightened out and your act right". Glaring right back at him, not daring to back down.

Xavier could only scoff and give out a small bitter laugh at your reprimand. "You want me to act right? How about you become a more competent hunter that I actually can respect enough to listen to?".

You could just practically hear your heart stop and shatter at that point. Slowly, you could feel tears forming at the edges and corners of your eyes. You know Xavier was exhausted but what he said had hurt you.

Xavier, at that point knew he fucked up real bad. Quickly trying to put a band-aid solution on his recent outburst, reached out a hand to cup your cheek which was now streaming with silent tears.

Trying to call out your name, he used both hands to lift your face to meet him eye to eye. You did, for a while, before you ripped away his hands from you and pushed him away.

"Then maybe, we shouldn't be partners at all." You yelled, turning your back away from him and walking away before you decided to sprint. You just wanted to be far away from him, far away from the pain and sadness that enveloped you. You didn't deserve this at all yet, how could he say that to you?

Part 2 | coming soon . . .

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inseobts · 4 months ago

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Beautiful Game

portgas d. ace x strawhat!reader

you meet ace in alabasta with the rest of the crew and start a game that, sadly, you will never finish.

a/n: omg thank you for having faith in me and voting this in the last poll, hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!

words count: 2.1k

tags: alabasta to marineford, secret romance, angst, tragedy, hidden love, secretly dating, d3ath

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You first meet Portgas D. Ace in the middle of the desert, just like the rest of the crew.

Luffy tackles him, grinning ear to ear, while the rest of you stand back, slightly wary of the powerful stranger. But the moment Ace lifts his head, eyes flickering with amusement, something shifts.

His eyes meet yours for only a second, dark, warm, curious, but it’s enough. You don’t know it yet, but this is the start of something dangerous.

Later that night, as you all rest near the campfire, Ace finds you sitting a little away from the group, staring at the stars.

“You don’t talk much” he comments, sitting beside you. His presence is warm, even in the cool desert air.

You smirk “I let the idiots handle that part.”

Ace chuckles “Good strategy.”

There’s a brief silence before he tilts his head “What’s your dream?”

You blink at him, surprised.

“Everyone on Luffy’s crew has a goal,” he continues “What’s yours?”

You hesitate. It’s been a long time since someone asked you that so directly “Just to be free” you say at last “To see the world, live how I want. No chains, no limits.”

Ace’s gaze softens “That’s a good dream.”

You glance at him “What about you?”

His expression flickers, like he’s about to say something but stops himself. Instead, he just grins “to make the whole world know my name, and maybe Luffy's too”

You snort “Sounds like a lot of work.”

“It is,” Ace admits. Then, after a pause “But I don’t mind.”

It’s dangerous, the way your heart flutters. You tell yourself it’s just because he’s charming, nothing more.

But by the time he leaves, slipping you a small, barely noticeable wink before running off into the desert, you know you’re in deep trouble.

It starts as a game.

Ace sneaks into your life at random moments, meeting you in hidden ports, leaving you messages through Luffy (who will always be oblivious), brushing against your shoulder in crowded taverns.

It’s always brief. Always secret.

Neither of you say what it really is, but you both know.

“This is a bad idea” you whisper one night, his fingers tangled in your hair, lips brushing against yours.

Ace grins, his breath warm against your skin “The worst.”

“Then why are we doing this?”

“Because I can’t stay away.”

And you’re weak, so weak, because neither can you.

But you never speak of a future. Never dare to hope.

Because deep down, you both know this can’t, and won't, last.

You shouldn’t be here.

The desert air is warm, the stars scattered across the sky like broken pieces of a dream. The sounds of the celebration echo from the city below. Luffy and the others, drunk on victory and food, laughing without a care in the world.

But you?

You’re standing on a secluded balcony of an inn, pressed against Ace.

His lips are fire against yours, searing, desperate. His hands grip your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, needing him closer.

This isn’t supposed to happen.

But Ace tastes like heat, like danger, like something you’ve wanted far too long.

“Tell me to stop” he murmurs against your lips. His voice is rough, strained, “Tell me to walk away, and I will.”

You should.

You should shove him back, should say no, but his forehead rests against yours, his breath uneven, his hands trembling against your skin.

And suddenly, the thought of letting him go is unbearable.

So instead, you whisper, “Don’t you dare.”

Ace exhales a shaky laugh, his grip tightening before he kisses you again, deeper, slower, like he’s memorizing you.

Like he knows you don’t have forever.

That night, tangled in each other, nothing else matters.

After that night, you don’t talk about it.

But it doesn’t end.

Ace disappears with a grin, promising to meet Luffy again soon. But when he leaves, he presses something into your hand... a small, folded scrap of paper.

“Use it when you need me” he says quietly.

You open your palm. It’s a Vivre Card.

You meet his eyes, and something unspoken passes between you.

“I’ll see you again” Ace says, voice so sure.

And then he’s gone.

For months, you tell yourself it was just one night.

But Ace? He never really leaves you.

Messages come in strange ways.

A stranger passing you a note in a tavern: “Took down another Blackbeard scout today. Hope you’re safe.”

A bartender in an unfamiliar town handing you a drink: “From the freckled guy. Says he misses you.”

A merchant, laughing as they slip a shell into your hand: “Play this.”

And when you do?

Ace’s voice crackles through the Den Den Mushi.

“Oi. Still alive, I hope?”

And just like that, he’s with you again.

You talk for hours sometimes, whispering in the dead of night so the others don’t hear.

“You should’ve seen Sanji the other day...” you laugh “He got so flustered over a waitress, he walked into a wall.”

Ace chuckles “Sounds like an idiot.”

“He is” You pause, softer “But he’s family.”

Ace hums “Yeah. Should I get jealous?”

Sometimes, his messages are shorter. More serious.

“Things are getting bad. Whitebeard’s watching Teach closely now.”

“I don’t trust this. But I have to follow through.”

And the worst one:

“If anything happens… tell Luffy I love him.”

That’s when you know.

Something is coming.

And you’re terrified.

The world is burning.

Explosions, screams, the clash of steel. War rages around you, but none of it matters, because Ace is there, even if chained, bloody and exhausted.

And you are powerless.

“ACE!”

Your voice is drowned out by the chaos, but he hears it. His eyes snap to you, widening in shock.

“Y/N?!” His voice is raw, desperate “What are you doing here?!”

Even Luffy shocked to see you, especially after you got separated in Sabaody. Maybe you should’ve stayed away, but you couldn't.

You should’ve let Luffy and the Whitebeard Pirates handle it.

But the second you saw his face in that newspaper, you knew you couldn’t lose him.

And you’re not the only one surprised.

A deep, rumbling laugh cuts through the battlefield, even amidst the chaos. You barely have time to react before a massive figure looms over you. Whitebeard himself.

“So, this is the brat Ace never shut up about” he says, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.

The Whitebeard Pirates fight fiercely around him, but the way they look at you it’s recognition. Familiarity. And then, Marco steps closer, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the battle raging on.

“Took ya long enough to show up” he says, his tone casual, like you’ve always been one of them.

You blink in shock. Ace… talked about you? Told them about you? And not just that, he made you family, without you even knowing.

You feel something tighten in your chest. There’s no time to process it, no time to react, because the battle isn’t over. But for the first time since stepping into this war, you don’t feel alone.

The battle is a blur. You fight like hell, side by side with Luffy and the others, cutting down anyone who stands between you and Ace.

And then—

Freedom.

The chains shatter. Ace is free, fire roaring to life around him as he stands, fists clenched.

For a moment, just a moment, you think everything will be okay.

But then you see Admiral Akainu move.

And you know.

“ACE!” You lunge forward, but you’re too far.

The fist of magma pierces his chest.

The world stops.

You don’t remember running.

You don’t remember the way your legs give out as you fall beside him, hands pressing uselessly against the gaping wound in his chest, as if that could help him.

All you remember is his face.

The way he smiles, even now.

The way his fingers brush against your cheek, gentle despite everything.

“Sorry” he whispers.

Your breath catches “No... don’t you dare...”

Ace coughs, blood dripping from his lips. His other hand clutches Luffy’s shoulder, voice weak but so full of love.

“Thank you, Luffy.”

Luffy is breaking, sobbing so hard his whole body shakes.

Then Ace’s eyes flicker back to you, something soft and unspoken passing through them.

His thumb brushes against your lips, a silent apology. A silent goodbye.

“Guess… we won’t get to finish our little beautiful game" he murmurs “Sorry Luffy but I really like y/n”

Your vision blurs.

“Please” you whisper, voice shaking “Stay. Just a little longer... please”

But he just smiles.

And then—

The light leaves his eyes.

And your world shatters.

You don’t remember much after that.

Just fire. Screams. The unbearable weight of losing him.

But the rest of the world remembers.

The next time you’re fully aware, you’re somewhere far away—trapped in a place you never meant to be, just like the others. The crew is gone, scattered across the world, torn apart at Sabaody. And Luffy… Luffy had been alone.

You don’t know where they are. If they’re okay. If they know.

And then, one day, a newspaper arrives.

Your hands shake as you hold it, the ink smudging slightly under your fingers. Your face is on the front page.

Right next to Luffy. Right next to Ace. The world knows.

Thousands of miles away, the rest of the crew stares at the same paper, their hearts sinking.

On Weatheria, Nami’s breath catches as she clutches the newspaper, hands trembling. The old scientists around her murmur in confusion, but she doesn’t hear them, “Luffy… y/n what are you doing there…”

On Kamabakka, Sanji sits frozen, his usual flirtatious charm gone as he reads the headline. His cigarette burns between his fingers, now forgotten “what the hell…”

In the snowy mountains of Torino Kingdom, Chopper’s small paws shake as he grips the paper, his eyes brimming with tears.

On a distant island, Usopp bites his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. He grips the edges of the newspaper, his vision swimming. He was supposed to be stronger. Strong enough to stand beside you.

Even Franky, in his newly rebuilt body, goes quiet. Even Brook, usually one to make light of things, feels something break inside his ribcage. Zoro. Nico Robin. Everyone.

The article spares no details. Your presence at Marineford. The way you fought beside Luffy. The way you clung to Ace in his final moments, your hands stained with his blood.

And the way he had looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

They weren’t there to protect you. They weren’t there to fight with you.

And that truth burns.

When Luffy finally awakens, on Amazon Lily, after Law has done everything he could to keep him alive, the pain is still fresh.

You sit by his side, the weight of everything threatening to crush you both.

Luffy is the one to break the silence first.

“I’m going to train with Rayleigh,” he says, voice hoarse but filled with new resolve “For two years.”

You swallow hard. You knew this was coming.

You also knew you weren’t ready to be alone again.

Before you can respond, Luffy speaks again, his voice quieter now.

“Ace really loved you.”

Your breath catches.

You look at him in shock, but Luffy just stares ahead, eyes distant.

“He talked about you, y’know. When we met in Impel Down, he kept saying how mad you’d be if he got himself in trouble.” Luffy lets out a small, sad chuckle. “Guess he was right. I had no idea about the two of you but he told me everything…”

Your vision blurs.

Luffy turns his head toward you, his expression unreadable “You loved him too, huh?”

You swallow past the lump in your throat. There’s no point in hiding it anymore.

“Yeah,” your voice cracks “I did.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, Luffy reaches out and takes your hand in his, squeezing tight.

“You don’t have to be alone.”

And just like that, you both break.

Later, as Luffy announces his two-year training plan, you clench your fists, the storm of emotions clear in your eyes.

Law watches you carefully. He doesn’t say anything, he just waits.

“…I’m going to be okay” you finally say, lifting your gaze to meet Luffy’s “I’ll wait for you. But for now, Law offered me to stay with the Heart Pirates.”

Luffy doesn’t question it. He just nods, gripping your hand in his, squeezing tight.

“I’ll see you in two years.”

And before he leaves, he turns back to you one last time, his expression more serious than you’ve ever seen.

“Ace would’ve wanted you to be happy.”

And with that, he walks away.

Later, as Luffy disappears into the horizon with Rayleigh, you stand aboard the Polar Tang, watching until he’s gone.

You don’t know what the future holds.

But for now, you’ll keep moving forward. You're going to train with Law, with the Heart Pirates, and get stronger, until it’s time to reunite with your crew once more and get stronger.

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Blog Introduction

Hello! Welcome to the No More Zero Comments Project! This is a blog dedicated to reducing the amount of fics on ao3 that have no comments at all.

The goal is simple: find fics with no comments, read them, and leave a comment for the author. However, I (this blogs creator) am not in every fandom to ever exist on ao3 so this is not a task I can do alone. That's where you come in!

There are two ways you can do this. One is to go out and find fics with zero comments in your fandoms, and leave a comment. The other is to take a look at the spreadsheet i made with a list of fics i found with no comments and see if there's any fandoms you know. If I did my job right, you should be able to filter it? Who knows, I suck at technology. This spreadsheet will be updated regularly by adding new fics (and removing ones that have now received comments) so there will always be new stuff to see!

So far, the spreadsheet contains mostly fics from @febuwhump collections, as their commentfest is where i got this idea. If you want to submit one of your own zero comment fics for the spreadsheet, you can do so here.

If you read a fic from the spreadsheet and leave a comment on it (or have received a comment on your own fic that is on the spreadsheet), you can let me know here so I can remove it from the spreadsheet (you do not have to do this, I will try to check regularly to see if fics have received comments, but doing it this way will be a HUGE help to me)!

Some preemptive answers to potential FAQs under the cut!

Who runs this blog?

That'd be me, Izak, also known as @lightningzombie! Hi!

Wait, I see one of your fics on the spreadsheet!

Look. I'm not doing this for no reason. Around 14% of my own fics have no comments. In the interest of fairness, I'll only be adding one of my own fics to the spreadsheet at a time. This limit only applies to me as the owner of this blog. Everyone else can have as many as they like on there lol

Do I have to read fics from the spreadsheet?

Nope! It's just a handy tool for if you're looking for something to read, and want to help out an author in need of their first comment. You can go find zero comment fics wherever you usually get fics from

Is there some sort of prize/competition?

Nope! This is just an effort to increase fandom engagement since it fell off post-COVID. You don't have to report to me about it, you just gotta do it!

Why did you decide to do this?

Frustration with the lack of comments on my fics and the death of comment culture in general. Bewilderment when I saw a fic that had 1200 kudos and no comments. The joy that leaving 100 comments and receiving 20+ during the Febuwhump commentfest brought me. Boredom. Many reasons!

Will you do events?

Maybe! If there's enough interest we could do events similar to justleaveacommentfest.

Can I submit other peoples fics for the spreadsheet?

I mean, yeah, of course. But like, if you're going to the trouble of submitting someone else's fic, why not just leave a comment on it?

(edit: if you want to add a bunch of stuff from your fandoms that you don't have time to read/have tags you can't read then go for it!)

I don't know how to comment!

Yes, you do. "I like this" is a comment. "How dare you do that to [insert blorbo here]" is a comment. "<3" is a comment. "KAJSDAKSDHJ WHYYYYY????" is a comment. "I am rapidly approaching your location" is a comment. Just be kind!

Will you be doing this for platforms other than ao3?

For now, no. Ao3 is the platform I've used for a decade and the one I understand. However if you comment on fics that aren't on ao3, that's great! The spirit of the project is so give love to authors so do that on whatever platform you see fit

Happy commenting!

#ao3 #fanfic #intro post #writing this made me realise i dont know how to spell receive

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chrissssssmut · 19 days ago

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i can not die until choerry gets a part 2 💔 will sister lip find out? will he get more daring, switching their roles in a locking mating press, filling her until she’s knocked up and bred ?

Impregnation as the major tag would be a blessing💝 womb use

the first one was so gooodddd i still thank you for it 💖💖

OFF LIMITS (PART 2)

Choerry feat. Jinsoul x Male Reader

AN: Here's the part 2! Enjoy!

LINK TO THE FIRST PART:

HERE

You didn’t expect to see her again—at least not so soon. Weeks had passed since Choerry last came over to visit your sister, but the way she smiled at you when you opened the door today made it feel like no time had passed at all.

"Heyyy~" she beamed, stepping inside with a little bounce in her step. Her voice still had that sugary edge, all innocence and playfulness, but there was something in her eyes that lingered too long when they met yours.

"She’s upstairs," you said, stepping aside.

"Cool. Mind if I chill a bit first?" she asked, toeing off her sneakers with a stretch that made her crop top ride up just enough to tease. You swallowed hard and nodded.

But before anything could start, your sister's voice echoed down the stairs.

"Emergency at work. I have to go! Choerry, you can hang out if you want!"

And just like that, you were alone with her again.

At first, she acted like nothing had changed. You both sat in the living room, the TV humming in the background, her bare thigh brushing against yours again and again—but this time it wasn’t just accidental. It was deliberate. Familiar.

Her eyes slid over to you lazily, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"You’ve been avoiding me," she said softly, tilting her head.

You tensed. "I haven’t."

"Liar." She leaned in closer, voice lowering to a purr. "You haven’t even texted me since I left soaked in your sheets."

You swallowed. "It was just... complicated."

"Was it?" She laughed under her breath, fingers already crawling across your thigh. "Didn’t feel complicated when you were moaning my name with your cock inside me."

You flinched, blood rushing south fast. She saw it—of course she did.

"Mm, there it is," she whispered, palm cupping you through your pants. "You missed me."

"Choerry—"

"I’ve been thinking about it nonstop," she breathed, inching closer until her lips nearly brushed your ear. "The way you begged. The way you came. Do you know how hard it was not to call you every night and tell you to come over?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

She smiled wider. "Good thing your sister’s gone. I don’t want to talk this time. I want you underneath me again."

She kissed your jaw—slow, sweet, and full of promise.

"And this time, I’m not leaving alone."

Before you could speak, she slipped her phone out and sent a quick message.

"Who are you texting?" you asked, voice already cracking under her touch.

"My friend. She’s gonna join us. You’ll love her." A pause, then a wicked smile. "You ever been double-teamed before?"

You blinked, dazed. "What?"

She stood up, grabbed your wrists, and straddled your lap like it was rehearsed. "Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make it so good you forget how to stand."

It wasn’t long before Jinsoul arrived—tall, blonde, sharp-eyed and smirking the second she saw you, already shirtless and breathless under Choerry.

"Ooh," she said, closing the door behind her, "I see someone’s already been warmed up."

"Perfect timing," Choerry purred, shifting off your lap and tugging your pants down with a little giggle. "He’s so sensitive. Touch-starved, I think."

Jinsoul cocked her head, watching you squirm as she walked closer. "You didn’t even resist?"

"Didn’t really get the chance," you mumbled, embarrassed and fully hard.

"Good boy," Jinsoul cooed, kneeling between your legs and dragging her tongue slowly up your shaft. "You're gonna be so much fun to break."

Choerry wrapped your wrists in a soft scarf and tied them above your head, giggling sweetly as you tried to move.

"Uh-uh," she whispered. "You're staying right here. You don’t get to decide anything tonight."

Jinsoul was ruthless.

She took you into her mouth with practiced ease, sucking you deep with her lips sealed tight around your cock. Her hands roamed your thighs and stomach, nails dragging gently to make you squirm. Meanwhile, Choerry sat on your chest, straddling your face, leaning down to kiss you with syrupy sweetness.

"Think he’s gonna last long?" Choerry asked, giggling between kisses.

"Not a chance," Jinsoul said, pulling off with a pop. "He's already leaking. You’re that desperate, huh?"

You gasped. "Y-You’re both insane…"

"Insane for your cock, maybe," Choerry giggled, grinding against your chest. "You like being used, don’t you?"

They took turns stroking you, teasing the head with their tongues, whispering filth in your ears.

"You gonna cum already?" Jinsoul taunted. "Pathetic. We’ve barely started."

"You wanna cum in our mouths?" Choerry added, pouting. "Too bad. You don’t get to choose where it goes."

They kissed each other, deep and filthy, then turned their full attention back to you. Jinsoul mounted your lap, slowly lowering herself onto your cock, and Choerry leaned down to whisper:

"She’s gonna ride you until you’re twitching. Then it’s my turn."

Jinsoul was relentless.

She rolled her hips slow at first, then faster, slapping against your thighs as she leaned back and stared into your eyes.

"That feel good?" she purred. "You like when I fuck you like a toy?"

You couldn’t respond. You were sweating, bound, and lost in the sensation of her wet heat milking every inch of you.

Choerry giggled, licking the sweat from your neck.

"Poor baby. You look so full already."

"I’m gonna—"

"Nope," Jinsoul cut you off, stopping mid-thrust. "You’re gonna hold it. Or I’ll make you regret it."

"That's right," Choerry cooed. "Be good, and you might cum inside me instead."

By the time Jinsoul slid off you, your legs were shaking. Your cock twitched, throbbing with need, but Choerry wasn’t merciful either.

She mounted you slowly, biting her lip as she sank down.

"Fuck…" she whimpered. "You feel even better than I imagined."

She started slow, but with every roll of her hips, she tightened her grip on your shoulders, moaning louder.

"You're not pulling out," she whispered suddenly. "You're gonna finish inside. Got it?"

You panicked. "Wait—Choerry, I-I can't—"

She locked her ankles around your waist and slammed down harder. "Too bad. You belong to me now."

"Breed him, baby," Jinsoul laughed from the side, rubbing her clit as she watched. "Make him yours."

Choerry leaned down, panting into your ear. "Give me everything. Right now. Fill me up—fuck—just let go—"

And you did.

You came harder than you ever had, hips jerking, cock pulsing as you emptied inside her. She gasped, tightening around you, her own climax washing over her as she clung to you.

Minutes passed in silence, just the sound of your panting, their satisfied moans, and the sticky mess between your thighs.

Choerry finally untied your wrists, kissing them gently. "Good boy. I’m not on the pill by the way."

"You did well," Jinsoul added, giving your cheek a playful slap. "But don’t think we’re done."

You blinked, dazed. "W-What?"

Choerry smiled, dark and glowing. "We're gonna drain you again. And again."

"You’re ours tonight," Jinsoul whispered, climbing back on the bed. "Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything."

And they did.

Your wrists were raw from how hard they’d gripped you earlier, but now your body was going numb for a different reason.

"Still hard," Jinsoul whispered, her fingers wrapped around the slick base of your cock. She tapped the head against your thigh, making you twitch. "You really love fucking us, huh?"

"I’m not—fuck—"

"Not what?" Choerry interrupted from above, her hips grinding down on your face again. "Not a pervert? Not addicted to this pussy? Then why are you moaning every time I sit on your mouth, baby? Acting like I didn’t fuck you nonstop weeks ago.."

You could barely breathe. Your tongue was buried in her, her thighs pressed tight around your head, and your cock was sandwiched between Jinsoul’s breasts as she smirked down at you.

"He's gonna break soon," she said, squeezing her chest around you and licking the tip with a slow swirl of her tongue. "One more round."

"I want him inside again," Choerry whimpered, lifting herself off your face and turning around to straddle your hips. Her folds glistened in the low light, already dripping from the earlier creampie. She lined you up with a teasing grind.

"You didn’t pull out last time," she whispered, voice sticky sweet. "So don’t even think about pulling out now."

She sank down on you again, moaning as you filled her up, her hands pressed to your chest as she began to roll her hips slow and deep.

"Oh my god..." you gasped, eyes rolling back.

"You like fucking the same girl raw twice in one night?" Jinsoul purred from beside you, licking along your jawline. "You fucking animal."

"He’s close again," Choerry grinned, bouncing harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. "He always gets twitchy when he’s close."

"Cum in me," she whispered, riding faster. "Give me all of it. Breed me again. Show me how much you missed this. Make me the mother of your children!"

Your hands gripped her hips desperately as you surged up into her, helpless, overstimulated, and so damn close.

"Fuck—Choerry—I’m gonna—"

"Inside," she growled, slamming down and locking her thighs around you. "Do it."

You exploded, warmth flooding her again, your entire body tensing as she gasped and came with you—her pussy clenching around your cock in fluttering spasms.

But Jinsoul wasn’t finished.

"Up," she ordered Choerry. "My turn to milk this cock dry."

You were seeing stars, but Jinsoul didn’t care.

She mounted you like she owned you, her pace rough, her rhythm unrelenting. She dragged your head back by your hair, licking your throat as she rode you mercilessly.

"You’re not gonna last," she said, smiling down at you. "Not when I squeeze you like this."

You couldn’t breathe—you could only gasp, your body overstimulated and twitching under her. Choerry curled against your side, kissing your shoulder, cooing sweet nothings in your ear.

"You’re so fucked out, baby," she giggled. "You love it. You love us ruining you."

"I c-can’t—"

"You can," Jinsoul snapped, slamming down harder. "And you will."

Choerry whispered filth into your ear.

"You’re gonna give her everything, aren’t you? Make her stomach bulge just like you did mine?"

Jinsoul grabbed your face with both hands. "Look at me while you cum."

And you did—spasming, choking out her name, seed spilling into her heat as she moaned through her orgasm.

But then—

The front door opened.

Footsteps.

Keys dropped. A bag hit the floor.

"Hey, I forgot my—"

The voice cut off.

Jinsoul froze mid-thrust.

Choerry’s eyes widened, still panting.

You turned your head and—

Your sister stood in the doorway.

Her eyes were wide. Her mouth hung open in disbelief.

You were naked, sweat-slicked, half-limp but still inside Jinsoul, Choerry covered in cum beside you, the scent of sex choking the air.

"...What the fuck?" she whispered.

Jinsoul blinked. Then slowly, very deliberately, rolled her hips once more and whispered to you, smirking:

"Looks like your little secret’s out."

Choerry giggled softly, brushing hair from her face. "Hi~"

Your sister backed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You just lay there, utterly spent, mortified—and still deep inside Jinsoul, who wasn’t moving off just yet.

"Well," she murmured, licking her lips, "if we’re already caught... might as well go another round."

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