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takes1 · 2 days ago

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Hi. Could you do a Kuroo x reader? She’s Nekoma’s manager and she collapsed during practice and has to have emergency surgery? Kuroo has had a crush on her for a while and Kenma is tired of him dancing around it?

prayyyying you like this one. because this felt incredibly niche, but i know u a real one so that's why it got done. also: i've got some experience with dehydration, and found it an easier plot device, so i just went with that. i feel like i hit all the beats regardless?

warnings. injury/blood/hospitals, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / very angsty, then fluff / hurt-comfort fic / manager!reader / pining!kuroo / kuroo crushing on you / reader gets hurt trope / kuroo has to deal with big feelings / kenma is a great friend and wingman / nervous!kuroo / confession fic / flirty!kuroo but it's not the focus / 2.8k words

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The heat was getting to you.

You were slower, quieter, and had to pause often to catch your breath after standing up.

After carrying a case of water across the gym, your vision was getting splotchy again, and you placed a heavy hand on the wall. It was a nice, quiet, empty corner of the crowded gymnasium.

Kuroo had been watching your heavy-footed shuffle to the door ever since you dropped it off to Nekoma's distracted, tired players.

You had been less vocal, less silly, the way he liked to talk to you.

He called to you, thanking you, but you didn't hear him.

Your breathing was horribly loud in your own ears. Real ragged and difficult to just inhale. Your heartbeat was pounding against the sides of your head, adding to your near-permanent headache. The grip on the wall slipped, thanks to your sweaty palm, and you doubled forward.

The room started to spin as you did so.

"(Y/n)!"

"Woah-woahwoah!!"

Kuroo didn't wait to just standby, to watch you collapse. He was already moving when you didn't answer him. He just had too much distance to cover before your limp body smacked the hardwood floor.

He was first to get you by a mile-- he rolled you over and flinched at the sight of blood from where your head hit the floor.

"Coach!! Hospital!!"

It started an echo, and a lot of quieter questions. Coach Naoi was sprinting over as Kuroo, scared but steady with adrenaline, pulled off his jersey to put pressure on the gash.

"Ice!" He swallowed the wobble in his throat, "I need some fucking ice- somebody get ice!"

The matches on the far side of the gym were not effected, but one closest had to be paused because of so much confusion.

About five guys, some from Nekoma, some from Karasuno, were ready with ice in 20 seconds. Your eyes were a little bit open, you were breathing, but were otherwise unresponsive. Not even a gasp at the cold.

There was only so much room in the car. The whole team wanted to come with, but only Coach Naoi, Kuroo, and Kenma were able to.

"Back up- Back up!" Kuroo barked at the growing crowd around you as he took you in his arms to carry you outside.

Coach Naoi had the car as close as he could get it; Kenma sat in the front seat, giving him directions, while Kuroo kept your head supported in the backseat, careful to keep pressure on you. Kenma passed him the extra ice bags he managed to stuff in his bag last-minute.

Having to sit in the waiting room was much worse than holding you.

At least, back at the training camp, or in the backseat of the car, he knew he could have an active role in getting you better, if he could see you, touch you.

Their trio sat in limbo, waiting for any news.

Naoi glanced down at the incessant tapping sound. His sigh was short and bothered.

"She'll be okay."

Kuroo made no indication that he heard him, nor that he cared. His heel kept thudding and his knuckles stayed white, gripped to the sides of his arms.

"Kuroo- I'm sure she'll be okay. I've seen worse. They'll get her up, they'll get her hydrated."

It was quiet, except for the sound. Kenma scrolled through the digital schedule they had all received of the training camp, trying to answer his own questions: How had it spiraled to this level? They didn't see you as often as each other, and somewhere along the line, they lost accountability of your health.

"'S'been 40 minutes," Kuroo immediately regretted saying anything, because now he felt nauseous.

Naoi cleared his throat.

"She's probably got rhabdo. When you get that dehydrated for that long, your veins are harder to stick an IV in. It's got something to do with that, I'm sure."

Their assistant coach seemed like he understood what was going on. Kuroo looked down at his own forearms, and for a moment, his foot stopped tapping. Naoi's face lightened with a longer, softer sigh.

His veins looked as plump as ever. He squeezed his cold, shaky fingers and watched how it changed the muscle under the skin.

The door opened and his head shot right up.

He was first to stand, first to go through the doors, trailing a little too close behind the aggravatingly slow nurse.

As they navigated the winding, twisting hallways, he was living in the past, wishing, he had said something about his feelings sooner.

He saw you every day. Multiple times a day. He could name 300 instances where he could have told you he liked you, and still didn't. He thought he would have all the time in the world to. But you were on the ground in seconds, and it was suddenly ripped away, an option he might never have again.

Why would he ever assume it was just something he'd always be able to? That you'd always be around?

They pulled up two chairs next to the hospital bed, sitting as close as possible without getting in the mess of wires on the floor. Some were connected to you, some not. Kuroo paid close mind to the IV in your arm, the clear bag hanging- he glanced to your vitals on the monitor many times.

You looked not great, but way, way better. He took what felt like his first breath in two hours. He prayed Kenma and Coach Naoi would never mention -better yet, forget- his intense, and ugly panic attack in the car.

You were looking at the needle in your arm, too. Sleepy, and slow.

"How are you feeling?" Kenma asked, just before he could.

There was no rush to his words. It was for the best. If Kuroo had asked, it would have sounded interrogative.

You smiled, a precious sight for him, "Uh... really gross."

They laughed, but it was more at the opportunity, in relief, that you were speaking and aware, again.

Coach Naoi's voice could be heard just outside. You turned your head to see him carrying a clipboard with some paperwork to fill out. He thanked the nurse at the doorway and entered, wagging his finger at you.

"You're a lot of trouble, you know that?"

Your frown wasn't the reaction he was after. He patted your ankle, good-natured, with his signature smile that made everyone feel a little better.

"I'm jokin', kid," He chuckled, taking the pen to scribble some information down.

"They'll have you out of here after you get through two of those. If you look good to go, that is."

'Those' must've been referring to the bags of fluid getting pumped into you.

"No stitches, either," He drawled, halfway distracted by his writing, with just a small glance to the tape and bandaging on your forehead, "That's good, that's goood,"

He furrowed his brows, squinting at the third, then fifth page. A silly moment of quiet.

"Alright, uhh, I'm gonna go finish this b.s. out there. Keep her awake, fellas."

"Will do."

"Thanks, Coach."

Your headache kept you feeling fuzzy. You assumed you hit your head at some point, thanks to the bandages and how Naoi alluded to it, but you still weren't sure how, or when.

Kenma filled the momentary quiet.

"So, what happened?"

Again, it felt like you were guessing, trying to piece odd fractions of an incomplete puzzle together. The last three days of the training camp were beyond busy on the admin side. You had your own training to keep up with. Things had gotten away from you.

It was a struggle to get your words out. You looked mostly at Kenma, because he looked like he actually wanted to know- Kuroo looked like he was waiting to interject.

"I guess-... um, I haven't eaten, in a while--"

Kuroo looked completely beside himself. His anger was out of place over his usually calm, collected features.

"Why-wh-what-?! Why not? Why would you not eat when you--?"

"Kuro," Kenma pushed on his forearm.

One look told him to back off- he was being way too loud, way too much, way too emotional. Your passive, ghostly voice was only scaring him more.

His nostrils flared. A big, shaky sigh- he had to stand up, pace around in a circle, and rub his neck.

The fear screwing up his brow, tightening his jaw, glossing over in his eyes, was brand new. You didn't know that he was capable of a volume, like that. It made you feel horribly guilty for what was an honest, albeit stupid, mistake.

Kenma watched him walk out, angrily wiping his eyes.

It was quiet again for a few minutes.

"He cares," Kenma lightened your dark spiral with just a couple of words.

All you felt was frustration. It hurt to speak, and more-so to think hard enough to explain yourself. His demands were out of your range of abilities at the moment, and he was somehow dissatisfied? After all the work you had been putting in for the team, you halfway felt like you didn't owe them anything at all.

"I wish he wouldn't sound so angry about it," You muttered.

A light shiver at the cool sensation pooling in your forearm, and you were meeting Kenma's downcast eyes again, with a feeling that you, somehow, said something wrong.

"He carried you out."

Shock hit you in big wave of nausea. You swallowed, dry. You didn't remember that at all, and could only speculate how scared everyone must've been.

What could you even say to that? This was all a big, stupid, accident that too many people were concerning themselves with. The guilt was so thick that you were wishing he would walk back in, so you could apologize.

A lighter, shakier tone this time, "I'll- make sure to tell him thanks."

Kenma looked like he had more to say, something on his mind, but only gave you a hesitant sigh to work with. His company was enough. Thanks to the IV and the medication, you were feeling better, so you tried to lay back, close your eyes, and enjoy it in silence.

He let you rest for 10 minutes, squeezing your shoulder every once in a while for a reaction, to make sure you were awake.

Kuroo was generally very sweet to you, and you thought you had a good rapport, but nothing tangible enough to get him this upset. You chalked it up to whatever happened while you were out of it.

When he returned, you were on your last bag of fluids. Kenma had his Switch with him, so you were watching him play, giggly, and in better spirits.

It must've been a cosmic-like trade, because he looked like a wreck duct-taped back together. You tried not to stare.

"Kuro, take my seat--,"

He threw him a look. Kenma explained as he stood up, "Dude I gotta pee, I'll be right back."

They linked arms. You couldn't hear what was said, but you did watch, as Kuroo leaned down to listen to Kenma, telling him something quietly, in his ear. You desperately hoped it wasn't about you, but knew deep down that it was wishful thinking.

In his friend's absence, he sat, unsure, of what to say, or what to do. His eyes were dry from his second, thankfully less intense, episode in the bathroom down the hall.

Part of him didn't realize the extent of how much he cared about you, until there was a reason to.

Kuroo tried to hand you the Switch. It was halfway an attempt at conversation, halfway an apology. It begged something to be done, or said, at least.

You shook your head and made your best effort to be kind about it, "No, thanks."

It was impossible to look him in the face, "I'm not as good as Kenma. Wouldn't be very fun."

He chuckled, but it sounded sad, and only existed on the basis of filling empty space.

Odd, unnatural, mutual silence. You glanced at each other. Neither able to address it or ignore it enough to talk about anything else.

He was biting the inside of his cheek, looking around the room, every exhale sounding like a soft sigh.

"Kenma told me that-," You cleared your throat, "Uh- you, carried me."

When he looked at you, it was filled with an attachment you had not been conscious for. You faltered under the sudden pressure, tired heart picking back up again.

"Thank you. I'm sure it was hard."

His brow furrowed as he, first, took you literally- after he realized you meant it as a concept, or maybe emotionally, he smirked. He tilted his head a little, like he always did before he teased you.

"Well, you know I work out, right?"

A genuine laugh left your lips. His goofy, disarming humor so ill-timed, but so desperately needed.

He smiled at you, soft, and comfortable again.

"You know what I mean," Was a familiar groan that he loved generating.

"Yeah- yeah, I know," He moved to place the Switch in the empty chair next to him, and was reminded that he only had a short time alone with you. His hand lingered in the space above it, just for a second, enough for him to make up his mind.

You jumped a little at the warmth and weight of his palm in yours.

"It was."

Kuroo didn't look you all-over like you did to him; you were trying to find the joke, or the punchline, in his body language, but he kept his sincerity incredibly clear and unwavering.

His thumb rubbed, light, against your skin.

You looked down at your joined hands, panicked, chills all over your body, "Kuroo-?"

"I know this isn't a great time, but I realized-- I-I shouldn't keep waiting around, for nothing, like I was. We could die tomorrow, so like- what's the point? You know?"

You adjusted to sit up straight, getting warmer, a little dizzy, at his words.

"I-h," He looked at you one last time, taking in the shock on your brow, the slack in your jaw, and knew he shouldn't stop talking, because he'd never be able to start it up again if he did.

"I really like you. I tried to wait for it to go away. Then, I just... didn't want it to."

This smooth-talking, silly, composed guy was falling apart, piece by piece. You didn't realize his super-nice demeanor had anything to do with a crush, but hindsight as it is, found your obliviousness a little embarrassing, now.

Your voice failed you, "You've had a cr-ush on me?"

He snorted at your voice crack, but looked no less infatuated. His other hand was pushing back some hair from your face.

"For a long time."

DING DING, DING DING, DING DING--

You yelped at how loud the alarm was, right next to your head, and how serious it sounded.

A very high, constant ring came from something electronic that you were hooked up to. The source was ambiguous and reason to be very concerned.

Kuroo had a better view of the screen. As you craned, shaky and weak, to see, he squeezed your hand.

His laugh helped to calm you down, "It's just your heart rate."

"One-fifty," He trailed, his pretty, proud grin audible, "Nice."

A nurse rushed in, followed immediately by your coach, then Kenma- you were quick to try and demonstrate that you were fine, but there were not many methods at your disposal, other than waving your free hand.

"I'm okay! I'm- I'm just nervous."

You shared a glance with Kuroo.

It was impossible to keep either of your laughs down once he started giggling.

The nurse could tell what was up immediately-- she muted the machine with a half-concealed smile, then left when she saw you still had some more to go with the IV.

Naoi was a little more clueless, but saw your hands, and made it his business to not know what was going on by taking his own leave. One tiny look told Kuroo everything as he turned- the good, old, 'keep it professional' look.

Kenma stayed, waiting with arms crossed, until it was just you three again, and spoke over your nonstop giggling.

"I told you so."

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joemama-2 · 2 days ago

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a dead end | chap. 3

༺♰༻ gojo x fem reader

𓉸♱𓉸 synopsis: you were a star under stadium lights, gojo satoru a savior in sterile halls. now, the world rots, and survival is your only stage. amid the relentless dead and the horrors of the living, an unsteady bond forms—but trust is as fragile as life itself. in the shadows of ruin, love and death walk hand in hand. which will claim you first?

༺♰༻ wc: 9.6k

༺♰༻ tags/warnings: death, angst, violence, smut, cannibalism, murder, blood, gore, zombie apocalypse, crazy people, reader is a little bitchy at first, character development, torture, guns, weapons, alcohol, drugs, medical talk here and there, research talk, mentions of a leaked sextape, bullying, betrayal, lying, love, surgeon! satoru, cheerleader! reader, small age gap

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The hospital buzzed with its usual rhythm—a steady pulse of urgent footsteps, muffled voices over intercoms, and the hum of medical equipment. Gojo stood in the bustling trauma bay, scrubbing his hands meticulously under the scalding water, mentally preparing for another long shift. Just another day, he thought. Another set of lives to save. While Nanami and Ito haven’t even clocked in yet, he was stuck here. He sighs, trying not to dwell too much on it. He studied for this and dedicated hours, days, months, and years to this profession. Just suck it up, suck it up.

“Dr. Gojo!” A frantic voice broke through the air, slicing into his focus. He turned to see a nurse rushing towards him, eyes wide, panic etched across her face. “We’ve got an emergency intake—severe trauma. Possible bite wounds.”

Bite wounds? Gojo’s brows knitted together as he grabbed a pair of gloves. “Alright, let’s move,” he commanded, slipping into his role seamlessly.

The trauma bay doors swung open, revealing chaos in motion. Paramedics wheeled in a stretcher, the patient thrashing weakly against the restraints. Blood smeared across her limbs, and her skin was a sickly, ashen gray. Her eyes, wild and unfocused, darted around the room. “Late twenties, found unconscious and bleeding in an alley. Found by someone walking by,” one of the paramedics reported, struggling to keep the patient still. “Possible drug overdose, but… she’s been biting and scratching. Unprovoked.”

Gojo moved in quickly, assessing the situation and silently nodding along to the information being told to him. “Let’s get her stabilized,” he ordered, voice steady. “Push 5 milligrams of midazolam, and get a tox screen running. We need to figure out what’s going on.”

The nurses moved in sync, following his commands, but something felt off. The woman’s movements were erratic, too strong, almost inhuman. Her fingers clawed at the air, mouth snapping open and shut as if trying to bite through the very air itself. Gojo leaned in, shining a light into her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, unfocused. “Can you hear me?” he called out, keeping his voice firm but calm. “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?” The woman doesn’t respond, attempting to bite at his ear before he moves away in time.

A collective gasp rippled through the room as the patient’s teeth clamped down on nothing but air, her jaw snapping shut with a sickening click. Gojo’s expression remained unreadable, but his grip on the stretcher’s railing tightened. The nurses took a cautious step back, glancing at each other for reassurance, but their unease spread like wildfire. “She almost bit you—” one of them started, but Gojo cut her off with a sharp nod.

“I noticed,” he said dryly, but his mind was already spinning. This wasn’t normal. Overdoses, withdrawals, even extreme psychosis—he’d seen it all before. But this? The sheer aggression, the unnatural strength, the way her body fought against sedation like a cornered animal—it didn’t add up. “Her vitals?” he asked, directing his attention to the monitor as one of the nurses fumbled with the blood pressure cuff.

“Heart rate is… Jesus,” the nurse muttered, eyes widening. “168 beats per minute. It’s skyrocketing.” Gojo frowned. That wasn’t just stress—it was something else. A body under that kind of strain should be shutting down, but she was still moving, still fighting as if sheer will alone kept her conscious.

The nurse with the syringe hesitated before stepping forward again. “Administering midazolam now.” The second the needle pierced the woman’s skin, a guttural snarl ripped from her throat, raw and animalistic. She lunged upward, nearly toppling the stretcher as her body convulsed.

“Hold her down!” Gojo barked, moving to restrain her arms as another nurse grabbed her legs in order to place straps on her limbs.

But she was strong. Too strong.

A sickening crack echoed as the leather restraints dug into her wrists, her muscles tensing unnaturally. The veins beneath her skin bulged, an eerie blackness creeping up her forearms. “Doctor, I don’t think—”

Then she stopped.

The room fell silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Her body slackened. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. The fight was gone as if something inside of her had finally given out. Gojo slowly loosened his grip, exhaling through his nose. “Alright,” he muttered, glancing at the monitors again. “Get a full panel workup on her—blood tox, organ function, everything. And someone check her—”

A sharp gasp cut through the air. It was the nurse standing closest to the patient. Gojo turned just in time to see the woman’s eyes snap open—pupils blown so wide that her irises were nearly swallowed by darkness.

And then she lunged. The poor nurse didn’t have time to react. A wet crunch filled the room as the woman’s teeth sank deep into the nurse’s forearm. Screams erupted. Blood splattered onto the crisp white sheets, pooling onto the floor in sickening ribbons of red. The nurse staggered back, her face twisted in pain and disbelief.

Gojo acted before he could think.

He grabbed the nearest crash cart and shoved it between them, using it as a makeshift barrier. The patient—no, the thing—snapped its teeth wildly, blood dripping from its mouth as it fought against the stretcher’s restraints. The nurse clutched her arm, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “Oh my god—oh my god, she bit me—”

Gojo’s stomach twisted. His mind screamed at him to do something, to take control of the situation, but a terrifying realization settled into his bones. The room had erupted into chaos. The other nurses scrambled back, knocking over trays and equipment in their haste to put distance between themselves and the thrashing patient. Someone was screaming for security. Someone else was already reaching for the emergency call button. Gojo barely registered any of it. His gaze locked onto the nurse clutching her arm, fingers trembling as blood seeped through them. The bite was deep, the wound ragged, and the sheer force behind it—

It wasn’t normal. Nothing about this seemed normal.

“Get pressure on that wound,” he ordered sharply, breaking from his momentary paralysis. “Now.”

The injured nurse—Yuki, his mind supplied—nodded weakly, her breaths shallow, ragged. One of her colleagues rushed forward, pressing a wad of gauze onto her arm, but Yuki didn’t react. Didn’t flinch, didn’t cry out. Just stood there, swaying slightly, blinking as if she were trying to force herself to stay present. Shock. Maybe blood loss. Maybe—

The patient jerked violently, snapping Gojo’s attention back. The crash cart he’d shoved between them rattled under the force of her struggle. Despite the restraints digging into her wrists, despite the blood smeared across her lips, she kept fighting, kept lunging, animalistic grunts spilling from her throat. The guttural sound sent a chill down his spine. “Doctor, what do we do?” someone asked, voice tight with barely contained fear.

Gojo’s jaw clenched. “We—” His words faltered as he looked at her again. The way her body contorted, the unnatural sharpness of her movements—it wasn’t human. It wasn’t just an overdose, or psychosis, or anything that made sense.

And Yuki—

He turned back toward her, but his frown deepened when he saw what had already begun to happen. She was trembling now, violently, like something inside her was coming undone. Her breathing had grown erratic, a wet, gurgling rasp behind each inhale. Her pupils—God, her pupils. They were dilating, swallowing up every trace of brown, leaving behind only an abyss of black. Gojo had seen overdoses. He’d seen trauma. He’d seen people die on his table. But he had never seen anything like this. The realization settled into his bones, cold and unshakable.

This wasn’t a patient. This was something else entirely.

The nurse who was helping Yuki with pressure on the wound was next to go, and so was the other nurse, then the security, the older woman at the desk who always offered him donuts from her daughter’s shop, and the other patients. Everything was a mess; people were running and screaming everywhere. Satoru was used to chaos and panic, but this—this wasn’t the same. Sharp eyes darted around as he tried to make sense of the bloodbath happening in front of him, fingers twitching by his sides. The sounds seemed to blend into one, his eyes closing momentarily—willing himself to take a deep breath and calm his body.

“Dr. Gojo!”

A shout for his name has him moving instantly, head whipping over to one of the newer nurses. She was backed against the supply cabinet, eyes wide with sheer terror, hands shaking as she gripped a pair of trauma shears like they were her last line of defense. “They’re—” Her breath hitched, and she shook her head violently. “They’re attacking everyone!”

No shit.

Gojo didn’t waste time responding. He could see it, hear it, feel the horror crawling under his skin like an infection of its own. The nurse who had tried to help Yuki was on the floor now, her throat torn open, gurgling as her hands weakly clawed at nothing. Another had barely made it two steps before the security guard—no, the thing that had been the security guard—tackled her to the ground, teeth sinking into her shoulder. The older woman at the front desk. The patients waiting for help. The paramedics who had wheeled in that first patient.

One by one, they fell, and one by one, they rose again.

Screams shattered through the air, but Gojo forced himself to push forward. His mind raced, trying to grasp at some kind of explanation, some kind of rationalization, but there was none. His body was running on autopilot, instincts screaming for him to do something—anything—before he was next. He reached out, grabbing the younger nurse’s wrist, his grip firm but not cruel. “We need to move,” he ordered, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Now.” She didn’t argue. She couldn’t. The moment she nodded, he pulled her with him, shoving past overturned chairs and blood-slick floors, trying to navigate the quickest way out. Every second counted. Every turn was a gamble.

And just as they rounded the corner toward the exit—

Another figure lurched toward them, half of its face missing, blood dripping down the remnants of its jaw. “Shit!” he manages to evade the attack, simultaneously pushing the nurse to the side. However, it proved to be useless when one of the paramedics grabbed at her ankle with ungodly strength and took a bite out of the flesh.

Her scream pierced through the chaos, raw and agonized. She thrashed, kicking at the paramedic-turned-monster, but its grip was relentless, teeth tearing into her calf with sickening force. Blood sprayed across the linoleum floor, pooling beneath her as her body twisted in desperation. “Fuck!” Gojo moved before he could think, his hand finding the nearest IV pole. With a forceful swing, he brought it down onto the thing’s skull. Once. Twice. The dull crack of bone giving way under steel echoed through the hall. The creature twitched before finally going still, its jaws slackening, releasing the nurse’s mangled leg.

She was hyperventilating, trying to scramble backward, her fingers slipping in her own blood. “It hurts—oh god, it—”

“Get up no—”

He doesn’t finish that sentence when her body twitches, jerking in ways that look like they could break bones. Her eyes, wide with terror only a second ago, rolled back into her head. A violent convulsion wracked her body, limbs twitching unnaturally as if something inside her was seizing control. Foam bubbled at the corners of her lips, her chest heaving in frantic, uneven spasms. Gojo had seen people die before. He had seen bodies succumb to the limits of mortality, had fought against it with everything he had. But this was wrong. He didn’t know if he could save these people. This was all getting out of hand way too fast. “Sumi.” He crouched beside her, one hand hovering uncertainly over her shoulder. “Stay with me. Breathe.”

But she wasn’t breathing. Not properly. Her gasps came out in short, shallow bursts, her pupils dilating until nothing remained of their original color. Her fingers twitched, curling like claws against the floor. The convulsions stopped. And then…her body went completely still. Gojo swallowed, dread pooling in his stomach like lead. He knew what was coming before it even happened, but a small, desperate part of him still hesitated.

“Sumi?” he tried again, softer this time.

She moved. Not like a person. Not like someone regaining consciousness. Her head jerked to the side with a sickening pop, her gaze snapping up to meet his. A slow, eerie smile stretched across her face, lips splitting over teeth now stained red with her own blood. And then she lunged. Gojo barely had time to react. He threw himself backward, her teeth missing his throat by inches. She scrambled forward on hands and knees, faster than she should have been able to move. A guttural snarl tore from her throat—a sound that no human should be able to make.

He didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the IV pole again and swung. It connected with a sickening crunch, but she kept coming. Even with her skull caving in, even with blood pouring from her shattered face—she kept coming. "Fuck," he hissed, bracing himself.

This wasn’t an illness or whatever it may have been. This wasn’t a psychotic episode. This was something else entirely. And if he didn’t get the hell out of here—

He was next.

He collides the pole into her head three more times before her body goes slack, a gaping hole that pours blood out onto the floor. Satoru doesn’t look back as he quickly scrambles to his feet and runs to the door leading to the stairwells. Doesn’t stop moving forward even after the snarls and growls of whatever those fucking things are chasing him up, but gets ultimately distracted when other nurses, doctors, patients, and family members open the doors leading to their floor—completely unaware of what kind of hell just took place below them. He’s running and running until there’s nowhere to run to anymore. The top floor of the hospital that’s been under renovation, almost close to finishing. It’s empty for the most part until the construction workers decide to grace the place with their presence.

He opens the double doors with quickness, rushing inside and closing them right behind him. t’s a temporary refuge. The space is large and open, construction equipment scattered around like remnants of a dream left unfinished. The sterile white walls have been interrupted by half-constructed walls and loose cables, the sharp smell of fresh paint and cement mixing with the foul, metallic stench of blood that clings to him. Looking around, he grabs one of the longer cables and wraps it in and around the handles of the door, essentially ensuring the doors can’t be opened from the outside. He steps back slowly, his chest heaving. His thoughts are a blur, too fast to catch up with, too fast to make sense of. How the fuck did this happen? He thought he was in control. He thought he understood everything.

But what just happened outside? He has not a damn clue.

“I—w-what?” you gulp out, eyes wide and staring at the man who holds your fate in the palm of his hand.

“You heard me,” he dryly scoffs, his smirk unnerving. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”

“A-Are you fucking insane?!” your face scrunches when he presses the axe closer, pressing a hand down onto the handle in an attempt to keep it at bay.

“Maybe, but I’m also not taking chances, even if you are pretty.”

Your heart races as his words hit you, and for a moment, you freeze. “Pretty?” You repeat, your mind struggling to focus through the adrenaline rush and fear.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he cuts you off, his voice low and dangerous, though there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “Pretty people don’t get a free pass. You’re either useful... or you're one of them." The tip of the axe shifts, hovering dangerously close to your throat. "So, what’s it gonna be?"

“Listen,” you stammer, trying to think fast, “I—I’m not part of whatever the hell’s going on out there. I’m just trying to survive, okay? I’m not a threat to you.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, but his gaze never wavers from you. It's like he's waiting for you to say something more.

“And how do I know that? You could be lying to my face for all I know,” he quips back, head tilting in a scrutinizing way. His eyes scan down your body, lingering a bit too much on your legs—though not as much as your chest.

You huff, trying to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin crawl. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I’m bleeding, exhausted, and just barely survived getting ripped apart out there?” You gesture wildly toward the door. “Does that scream ‘like one of them’ to you?”

Gojo hums, tapping his fingers against the handle of the axe. “Mmm… could just mean you’re a tough little thing.” His smirk deepens, and he finally meets your eyes again. “But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Mostly ‘cause you’re pretty.”

But he just said…. Your face twists in disbelief. “That’s it?”

“Hey, don’t look so disappointed.” He finally lowers the axe, resting it against his shoulder. “I could’ve gone with my first instinct and chopped your head off. But lucky you—” his grin turns downright cocky— “I’m a sucker for a good underdog story.”

He steps back, grabs what looks to be a wire or chord of some sort, and loops it through the handles of the doors, tying it roughly. And only then do you allow yourself to look him over as well. He’s wearing green scrubs and a white coat layered overtop. The material is stained with what you can only assume is blood, his hair unkempt and white strands poking up in all different directions as he runs a hand through it. A thin pair of silver-framed, rectangle glasses sit on his chin, the lenses look scuffed up. He must have been through some shit too. Not like you’re going to ask. He watches you carefully, his stance still tense, as if he’s waiting for the slightest reason to raise that axe again. But then, as if some invisible weight lifts off his shoulders, he exhales and takes another step back. The distance he gives isn’t much, but it’s enough for you to stop feeling like you’re seconds away from death. You take a slow breath, your limbs still trembling from everything that just happened.

His sharp blue eyes meet yours again, and the smirk he wore earlier has faded into something unreadable. “So,” he says, voice casual despite the tension still thick in the air. “What’s your deal? You really come all the way up here just to bang on my door and scream for help?”

You frown, straightening your posture even though exhaustion still weighs you down. “I had nowhere else to go. Excuse me for believing there were other survivors. I ran here, I–I thought there’d be help. Doctors…something.”

He scoffs. “Little late for that.”

“No shit.”

He turns his back to you, striding over to the window and looking out. “So,” he begins. “This….stuff…it’s happening outside the hospital too, I assume.”

“Yeah,” you nod, letting out a big and tired huff of air. Grunting to yourself as you allow your body an ample amount of time to recover from the shock it just experienced. Sinking down to the floor and sighing in relief—the floor has never felt more comfortable than it does right now. Satoru hums in acknowledgment, but there’s an edge to it, like he already knew the answer before you even said it. He places a hand on the windowsill, fingers drumming idly against the surface as he stares down at the wreckage below. The city that was once bustling with life is now a graveyard, streets littered with abandoned cars, bodies—some moving, some not—and plumes of smoke rising in the distance.

His jaw tightens. “Figures.” You watch him, taking in the way his shoulders are drawn tight, the way his fingers twitch like he’s fighting the urge to grip something—maybe the axe still resting against his hip. He’s trying to stay collected, but you’ve seen enough people break today to recognize when someone is on the verge of it. Not that you care. You’re barely holding it together yourself. “Did you see anyone else on your way here?” he asks, still looking out the window.

You hesitate, thinking about your friends losing their lives right in front of you and the fact that Sayo is still lying out there in the middle of it all. You press a hand to the side of your head, eyes squeezing shut, stomach churning. “No one made it,” you mutter, voice hoarse. “Not in a way that mattered.”

At that, Gojo finally turns back around, studying you with an unreadable expression. He leans against the wall, arms crossing over his chest. “That so?”

You nod, but you don’t elaborate. You don’t want to talk about it.

The silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the occasional distant sounds of chaos outside. You furrow your brows, just for a moment, allowing your body to sag against the cold floor. It feels like the only solid thing in your life right now.

“You’re hurt.”

Your eyes snap open. Gojo is looking at your arm now, at the blood staining your sleeve. His brows furrow slightly. You blink down at it, almost having forgotten the wound entirely with everything else going on. “Oh. Yeah.” You move your fingers, testing how bad it really is. A sharp sting shoots up your arm, making you hiss. “It’s fine,” you lie.

Gojo clicks his tongue, pushing off the wall. “Yeah, well, I’d rather not get stuck in here with a liability. Get up.”

You glare at him. “Excuse me?”

“I said get up,” he repeats, walking over to where a few carts with wheels standby. You see him open one of the drawers, a basic first aid kit coming into sight. “You want to live, don’t you?”

You don’t answer right away, but eventually, with a groan, you force yourself to your feet. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Haven’t you seen any zombie movies? It’s a scratch but maybe you already have whatever the hell those things do. You’re lucky you’re not spazzing out on the floor right now, then I’d really have a reason to kill you.”

Your lip curls up, walking over to where he is. Opening the kit, and moving some of the supplies to the side to grab a few anti-bacterial wipes. “For a doctor, you talk about killing someone way too easily. Are you sure you’re certified?”

He lets out an amused huff, shaking his head as he leans against the cart. “Certified? Honey, I’m overqualified.”

He watches as you take off your jacket with one hand, his lips twitching. You grab one of the wipes he opened, hesitating to apply it to your wound. You catch the barely concealed smirk, shooting him a glare. “Are you just gonna stand there and make jokes, or are you actually going to help?”

He sighs dramatically, pushing off the cart. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Before you can protest, he snatches the wipe from you, his fingers brushing against yours for just a second. The way he moves is so effortless, so natural, that you almost don’t register what’s happening until he’s gripping your wrist with a firm but gentle touch. “Relax,” he drawls, dabbing at the wound. The sting burns deep, making you suck in a sharp breath, arm jerking involuntarily. His grip tightens for just a second before loosening again. “You’d think someone who just ran for their life wouldn’t be such a baby over a little antiseptic.”

You grit your teeth, resisting the urge to yank your arm away. “Says the guy who pulled an axe on me two seconds after saving my ass.”

Satoru shrugs. “You looked suspicious. Plus, it was funny.”

“Yeah? Almost getting your throat slit is funny to you?”

His grin widens, but there’s something sharp in the way he looks up at you, something unreadable behind those piercing blue eyes. “I like to keep things interesting.”

You swallow, refusing to let the unease creeping up your spine show. Instead, you roll your eyes, looking away. “Whatever.” The silence resumes between you again, but this time, it’s not as…weird. He works quickly, applying some of the ointment before pressing a bandage over the wound and giving your arm a light pat. “There. Good as new.”

You snatch your wrist back, flexing your fingers. “You could’ve just given me the supplies. I know how to take care of myself.”

Satoru rolls his eyes and steps back. “Yeah? You mean the way you ‘took care of yourself’ by running in here screaming for help?” Your jaw clenches, but before you can snap at him, a noise echoes from outside the door—a low, guttural groan, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps. Your heart rate spikes. Gojo, however, merely tilts his head, his expression unreadable. Then, with a teasing lilt, he murmurs, “Looks like we’ve got company.”

“We should—”

“Don’t worry, they’re not getting through it.” His footsteps carry him to the double doors, giving the wire another small knot. “This can hold ‘em back.”

“Really?” you can’t help but scoff in disbelief. Eyes wide and hurrying over to his side. “That? That can hold whatever the fuck those things are back? This is a hospital and you guys can’t afford to have regular locks on your doors?”

Gojo hums, seemingly unbothered by your concern as he gives the doors a light push, testing the strength of his handiwork. “Locks slow things down. Not exactly ideal in a place where every second counts.”

You let out a sharp breath, glancing between him and the doors. “Yeah, well, I think we’re a little past ‘every second counts’ now, don’t you?”

He turns to you with a charming smile, shoving his hands into the pockets of his scrubs. “Relax. If they do get through, I’ve got an axe, and you…” His gaze flickers down to your empty hands before lifting back up to your face, his smirk deepening with an amused chuckle. “Well, you’ve got a strong set of lungs.”

Your eyes narrow, lips parting to throw some kind of retort at him, but another groan from the other side of the door makes your blood run cold. It’s closer this time, more urgent. The sound of nails scraping against the wood sends a violent shiver up your spine. He merely tilts his head, listening. “Sounds like they really want in.”

You stare at him incredulously. “And you’re still just standing there?”

“Would you rather I open the door and say hello?”

You groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

“I don’t have a choice,” you grumble under your breath. The sound of something heavy slamming against the door makes you both freeze. Your breath catches in your throat as the doors rattle in their hinges, the knot in the wire straining under the pressure.

Gojo clicks his tongue. “Huh.”

“Huh? What the hell is ‘huh’ supposed to mean?”

He turns to you, and for the first time, the teasing glint in his eyes dims slightly. “It means we should probably get moving.”

Your stomach drops. “I thought you said they weren’t getting through?”

He grins, reaching for his axe. “I also said I like to keep things interesting.”

You let out a string of curses under your breath as you back away from the door. “You are the worst person I could be stuck with right now.”

Gojo slings the axe over his shoulder, flashing you a wink. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

“Do not call me that,” you tell him firmly, lip curling in disgust.

“Fine, whatever your name is.”

“My name is—”

“Look, enough talking and more trying to figure out a way out of here. One that doesn’t involve the stairs, if possible.”

You rub your face, panic setting in once more. “D-Don’t you work here? Shouldn’t you know?”

“I haven’t been up here. It’s been closed off for renovation.” He replies, looking up towards the ceiling and walking around.

“Renovation… renovation,” you repeat lowly, huffing. “Well, that’s just great. We’re gonna fucking die, and it’s all your fault.” You sink down to your knees, fingers twitching on your thighs. You didn’t think it would be possible to feel closer to death multiple times in one day, but here you are now. Bangs and groans from outside the doors interrupt your goodbye monologue.

Gojo pauses mid-step, glancing down at you with a raised brow. “My fault?” he repeats, amusement creeping back into his voice. “I don’t remember dragging you into this hospital and locking the doors behind you.”

You glare up at him, hands clenching into fists on your lap. “You could’ve at least had a damn plan!”

He sighs dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck. “I did have a plan. Step one: don’t die. Step two: don’t let some random stranger get me killed. And, so far…” He gestures vaguely toward the barricaded doors. “We’re still on step one.”

You let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Great plan, doctor. Real detailed.”

“Hey, I’m a trauma surgeon, not a survivalist. Cut me some slack.” He turns away, scanning the dimly lit hallway. “But since you’re so eager for a plan, let’s make one.” The doors creak again under another heavy slam. You flinch. Gojo merely rolls his shoulders, unfazed. “Alright,” he muses, tapping the handle of the axe against his palm. “No stairs, which means we need another way down.” His gaze flickers upward again, lingering on the ceiling. “If this place was under renovation, there should be scaffolding somewhere.”

You blink. “You want us to climb out of a hospital window?”

He shrugs. “Got a better idea?”

You press your lips together, stomach twisting. You really don’t.

Gojo grins, taking your silence as agreement. “Thought so. Now, get up. We’ve got some window shopping to do.”

Your lips purse, but the weight of the situation brings you to your feet. You let out another string of curses, glaring up at your unforeseen ally.“If we die, I’m haunting you.”

He nods. “Kinky.” Ignoring the comment, you tie your hair back. If you’re going to have a final day on Earth, firstly, you’re not dying at the hands of other…people. And two, you’re most certainly not dying next to an infuriating man like him. He’s rolling the sleeves of his white coat up, twisting his neck from side to side. “There’s an underground parking garage. Employees only. We can go there but that means going down and facing those things.” You feel your chest tighten at the thought, pressing down on your chest. Another life or death, sticky situation. It’s one thing to be running for your life; it’s another to know that the only escape route is through the very thing you’ve been desperately avoiding. Your heart races, the pulse of panic threatening to override your every thought. The way this guy speaks about it so nonchalantly, like it’s just another inconvenience, makes you sick. Does he even understand the gravity of the situation? Does he realize that going down there means walking straight into the heart of danger? You shake your head slightly, trying to push the rising dread aside. You can’t afford to be scared right now. You can’t.

But it doesn’t help. It’s still there, gnawing at your insides like a constant pressure. You glance over at Gojo, his posture relaxed, almost too confident. He’s already thinking about the next step, mentally preparing for the mess ahead while you’re still stuck back in the reality of what’s happening. The very idea of going through those things makes you want to vomit. You can almost hear their gnashing teeth, the wet, hungry sounds that have been haunting your every step since you stepped foot in this nightmare.

You can’t do this. You can’t—

But the thought dies as soon as it forms, buried beneath the heaviness of your survival instincts. There’s no other way. If you want to live, you’re going to have to face the very thing that terrifies you the most. You clench your fists, trying to keep your breathing steady, the sting of your arm a minor distraction compared to what’s coming. “Then we’re fucked either way,” you mutter, voice harsh, though the words do nothing to quiet the internal noise swirling in your mind. You push yourself to stand taller, to act like you have everything under control—even if you don’t. You won’t show weakness. Not now, not here.

Your eyes shift to Gojo, who’s still fiddling with the equipment, glancing at you as if expecting something. His words earlier, the ones about not getting stuck with a liability, echo in your head. Is that what he thinks of you? That you’re a liability? It stings more than it should, especially given the situation, but you can’t afford to linger on it. "Fine," you force out, standing up straighter, squaring your shoulders. “Let’s go. Just... just don’t slow me down.”

Gojo's expression flickers again, an unreadable glint in his eyes, but he doesn't respond. He doesn't need to. You both know that the clock is ticking, and right now, all you have is each other—whether you like it or not. He finishes tight-knotting the end of another wire to one of the pipes on the wall, connecting it with another chord, and then two more. It creates a familiar representation of what should be a rope. “We’re fifteen floors up.”

“Fifteen?” you repeat back with incredulity, eyes wide. Damn, did you really run up that many flights? Must’ve been the adrenaline because you’re usually tired after just two. You shake your head and walk over to where he’s opening the window and throwing the loose end of the long conjoined wires out.

“We’ll use this climb down.” He gives the wire a few tugs and after seeing the pipe holds it pretty well, he moves to climb out.

Your hand shoots out to grip his arm. “Wait! W-What if it’s not long enough?”

“Then we hop into the nearest window and go down from there.”

“Well, what if it snaps and we fall to our death?”

“You said you ran here, right? You should be down at least a pound or two. That’ll help us.” He shrugs.

This guy! “This isn’t a joke!” you exclaim, he turns to look down at you, eyebrow raised. “I’m not falling to my death and I’m not trusting you either. If we’re doing this, we have to be sure it’ll work.”

Gojo's gaze sharpens, just for a second, before that smirk of his reappears, more teasing than reassuring. "Don't worry, I'm not letting you die on me just yet. That would be too anticlimactic."

You grit your teeth at his response, irritation bubbling up again. It’s the kind of flippant attitude that, in any other situation, might make you walk away from him. But here? With the sound of snarling creatures growing louder outside the door and the weight of the situation pressing down on you, you don't have the luxury of being picky about your companions. You swallow hard, fingers tightening around the sleeve of his jacket, as though holding on to something—anything—that might give you the tiniest shred of control over this madness. "I’m serious," you say, your voice softer now, but no less intense. "One wrong move, and we’re done. I’m not asking for a guarantee, but I need to know you’re not going to fuck this up."

For a moment, Gojo’s eyes change with something you can’t quite interpret. He looks at you like he’s about to crack some sardonic joke, but then the edges of his expression soften—just barely. It’s a fleeting glimpse of something deeper, something more human than the cocky façade he’s been wearing. “I’m not gonna fuck this up,” he says, quieter than before. “But we need to move. I’m not here to lose time arguing.”

Your breath hitches as his words hit, that tension returning, knifing through your chest. You glance out the window, your mind running through the worst-case scenarios: falling to the ground, your body snapping under the impact, the wire giving way to the weight of your desperation. But it’s not like you have a choice. There’s no other way out. You draw in a slow, deliberate breath, your hands shaking slightly as you release his arm and step toward the window. The world outside feels like another universe—chaotic, terrifying, but somehow still just beyond reach. You force yourself to meet Gojo's eyes, ignoring the flash of doubt that tries to creep in.

"After you," you mutter, voice almost drowned out by the cacophony of the chaos below. He flashes you a grin, far too confident for your liking, before stepping onto the ledge and disappearing over it. The faint thrum of your pulse fills your ears, your heart hammering with every passing second. You don’t have the luxury of hesitating. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus. He’s first out the window, using the wire to grip onto.

The wire stretches out below you, and you can hear Gojo’s voice calling up from beneath, the sound of his boots scraping against the side of the building. “Let’s go,” he shouts. “You’re not dying up there.”

You force yourself to swallow the fear choking your throat. There’s no turning back now. If you want to survive, you’ll have to trust him, even just this once. With one final glance at the locked door behind you—the thing keeping the chaos at bay—you grab hold of the wire. Your fingers slip a little, the metal feeling cold and foreign in your hands. The weight of everything makes it hard to breathe, but you don’t stop. Not now. One step at a time. Very slowly, you climb out the window, gripping your savior for dear life. The soles of your running shoes stamp down onto the side of the hospital building. Your breathing feels shaky and uneven, but you will your body to climb down.

Every muscle in your body protests as you inch your way down the side of the building, the rough texture of the concrete beneath your feet scraping against your shoes. Your fingers ache, but you cling to the wire, each grip desperate and frantic as you descend into the unknown below. The air feels thicker and colder, the sounds of the hospital—the pounding, the growls, the chaos—fading to nothing but a distant memory.

Your breath comes in sharp, shallow bursts, and your mind races, replaying every terrifying moment up until now. The face of Sayo flashes through your thoughts, the guilt already gnawing at you, even though your survival instinct tells you there's no time to dwell on what happened back there. Every inch lower feels like a countdown to a disaster, your stomach twisting, tight with nerves. "Take it slow," Gojo calls up to you from below, his voice loud enough to cut through the fear ringing in your ears. "You don’t want to make it worse by rushing."

You don't answer, too focused on the descent. Your foot slips for a brief moment, a sharp jolt running through your body, but you catch yourself just in time, heart racing. You curse under your breath, forcing yourself to calm down to breathe, but it’s hard when everything feels like it’s spiraling out of control. As you both climb your descent, you pass by multiple windows of the hospital, barely having time to look in before one of those creatures gets too close to the glass, mangled faces pressed to the glass, and forcing you to hide off to the side. You keep your eyes away from the windows, focusing entirely on the wire beneath your hands. It’s your lifeline now. Your only hope. But the tension in your fingers only grows with each inch you descend, like the wire’s becoming slick with your own fear. Just keep going, you tell yourself. Just keep going.

Gojo’s voice breaks through the pounding in your head again. “You’re doing fine. Just don’t look down.”

It’s a futile piece of advice—too late for that—but you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, trying to block out the height. The wind blows harder as you continue downward, the hospital walls below fading into an indistinct blur. You try not to think about what happens if you fall, if the wire breaks, or if one of those monsters happens to look up at the wrong moment. But the thought of Sayo, Yui, and everyone else; the guilt that gnaws at your insides, pushes those fears aside. You can't let that weigh you down. Not now. Not when there’s still a chance to survive.

"Don't stop. Just keep going," Gojo’s voice calls up again, louder this time, but with a tone that’s almost… comforting. Even if his words are wrapped in layers of sarcasm, there’s something strangely steadying about his presence.

You’re not sure if it's the adrenaline, the tension, or just the fact that you’ve been hanging onto this wire for what feels like forever, but you feel a little more steady with each passing second. Your hands are raw now, the skin on your palms chafed, but you don’t let go. Not for a second. The wind picks up even more, swirling around you, carrying with it the smells of burning rubber and smoke. Your hands are starting to burn. The world outside feels vast, too vast, and your head spins as you force yourself to stay focused on the task at hand. The ground seems so far away. It feels like you’ll never make it. You finally manage to glance down, just for a split second, and the ground below makes your stomach lurch. The parking garage’s concrete floor looks miles away, the edges of your vision blurring with the pressure. Your heart slams in your chest as you look up quickly, trying to keep the vertigo from overwhelming you.

You can hear Gojo below you, his voice sounding closer now, his hands gripping the wire with practiced ease. “Almost there,” he calls, though his tone doesn’t seem too urgent, as if he’s been in worse situations than this.

You shake your head, teeth gritted, trying to shut out the panic creeping into your chest. There’s still a part of you that wonders if this was a mistake—if you’re not going to make it. You can’t help but wonder if Gojo’s not just as clueless as you are. But his presence, his confident tone, keeps you moving. Then, just as you're nearing the final stretch, your foot slips again, sending a jolt of panic through you. You catch yourself, but not without a sharp cry, a gasp of air leaving your chest as your stomach drops. For a moment, you just hang there, suspended in midair, body trembling. "Shit," you mutter under your breath, eyes squeezing shut, breathing out and focusing.

His voice cuts through the panic. “You alright?” There’s a hint of concern now, masked by his usual cool demeanor.

“Yeah,” you call out, “I’m fine.” But even to your own ears, your voice sounds shaky. You push yourself forward again, hands clutching at the wire like a lifeline. You’re close. So close. The ground is finally coming into view—barely more than a few feet away. Your body aches, and your head is spinning, but you can’t stop now.

The wind picks up again, and your foot slips again. Catching yourself even harder this time, combined with your sweaty but burning palms. You can faintly make out him calling up to you once more, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of your body jolting as you slide down in a momentary free-fall. “Shit!”

The wire feels too slippery for you to catch, and you begin to have that epiphany of your life flashing before your eyes for what must be the hundredth time today. Until, a firm catches you by your waist, locked and secured around it. The sound of his hissed grunt hits your eyes, and the two of your bodies swing side to side, back and forth, until he steadies you both against the wall. Breathing heavily, he huffs as he adjusts his hold. Your eyes open after closing them after what you thought would be your death. His chest is pressed against your back. “Hold,” he gruffs out.

You do so quickly. Your heart beats wildly, out of sync with everything, but the panic begins to fade, slowly—bit by bit. The world around you sharpens again, and you’re aware of how precariously close you were to falling. To dying. The thought makes your stomach flip. “Not today,” you murmur, your voice hoarse, raw from the strain of the climb and the near-death experience you’ve just had.

“Not today,” he repeats, a strange softness in his tone, a touch of something almost reassuring.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the thundering of your pulse loud in your ears, as the adrenaline from the near-fall surges through your body, shaking your hands and making your legs feel like jelly. Every breath feels like it’s ripping through your lungs, but it’s a strange sense of relief that comes with Gojo’s grip around your waist, anchoring you to the side of the building like a lifeline you didn’t know you needed. His chest pressed to your back serves as a grim reminder of how close you were to plummeting, but it also feels like an odd comfort—something solid in a world that's falling apart. Your thoughts are too scattered to make sense of much. The ground still feels so impossibly far away, the wind whipping through your hair, tugging at your clothes as though the earth itself is trying to pull you down. It’s dizzying, suffocating. But you manage to focus on his voice, low and steady, cutting through the panic that threatens to overtake you.

“Breathe, slow down. You’re alright,” he mutters into your ear, his breath warm against the cold air. It’s a strange thing to hear him say. A little gentler, less cocky than the usual bravado, but just as firm. And for a split second, you almost believe him. You almost start to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’ll make it through this.

The steady pressure of his hold keeps you from losing control, even as your body trembles. His grip tightens around you, not with urgency, but with intent—like he’s waiting for the right moment to push you forward. It makes something stir inside you, a complicated knot of anger and gratitude that you can’t quite untangle. You don’t want to rely on him, not like this. You don’t want to admit how much you need him to get through this. Still, you force yourself to steady your breath, eyes flickering open for a moment to glance at the ground below. It’s even closer now—so close you can almost taste the concrete. The garage is just a few more feet down. But the thought of trying to make it the rest of the way on your own, after what just happened, is enough to make your stomach twist. What if I fall again? What if this was a mistake?

But then Gojo’s voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts again, this time with a touch more force.

“Stop thinking so much,” he says, his grip shifting as he pulls you up slightly, adjusting his hold around your waist. “We’re almost there. Just focus. Just focus on getting your feet on the ground.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. Your hands are slick, your body worn from the climb, but you manage to find some semblance of focus, forcing your limbs to obey. Just a little longer. The ground is so close now, and though your head spins with vertigo, you push yourself forward, feet sliding along the building, each movement controlled, even though every muscle in your body screams in protest. You can feel the tension in Gojo’s grip as he pulls you closer to the final stretch, his voice barely a whisper against your ear now, “Almost there. Don’t stop now.” The air feels thick, every inch of movement dragging on, but you finally feel it—your feet graze against something solid, the rough concrete finally meeting the soles of your shoes. The relief that washes over you is almost overwhelming. You’ve made it. You’ve actually made it. You stumble, catching yourself with a grunt, and then, finally, you collapse—your legs giving way beneath you as you hit the concrete. You're breathing heavily, but you’re alive. "That was a close one," you mutter, trying to push yourself up. Your limbs feel like lead, each movement sluggish and strained, but the fear, the tension, it slowly starts to lift, replaced with a faint but undeniable relief.

Gojo doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks down at you for a moment—his expression indecipherable, like he’s sizing you up in the aftermath of it all. But there’s something different in his gaze this time. Less amused, less cocky. Maybe even... appreciative? You can’t tell, but it’s there. “Yeah,” he finally replies, his voice steady as ever, but there's a flicker of something beneath it. "But we’re not out yet."

You nod, slowly rising to your feet, the muscles in your legs protesting, but you push through. You look up at him—his white coat now stained with the grime of the descent, his hair even more wild, but still carrying that aura of unshakable confidence. He adjusts his glasses and nods in the direction of the parking garage. “C’mon.”

You don’t hesitate in following him, heads swiveling around in wariness and anticipation—as if something will pop out of the shadows out of nowhere. The tension in the air is suffocating, every step feeling heavier than the last as you follow closely behind Gojo. Your breath is still uneven from the climb, your hands aching from gripping the wire so tightly, but you push the discomfort aside. There’s no time for weakness. Not now. Not when the world around you feels like it’s on the verge of collapse.

Gojo moves with a controlled urgency, his sharp gaze darting from shadow to shadow, scanning every inch of the dimly lit parking garage. The flickering overhead lights cast eerie, shifting shapes along the concrete walls, distorting reality into something far more menacing. Your grip tightens around the weapon in your hand—whatever little defense you have left. Your nerves are on edge, every sound amplified. The distant groan of metal, the faint echo of dripping water, the shuffling noise that could either be the wind or something far worse. You swallow hard, keeping close, your body tense, waiting—expecting—something to lunge at you from the darkness.

It’s quiet, luckily. The dim setting of the parking garage offers a surprising amount of comfort than it usually would. He stops, causing you to do so subsequently. Reaching his hand in his pocket, a momentary look of surprise flashing over his face. He pats his pants down. Your eyes widen. “I don’t think I have my keys.”

“What?!” you cry out, hands shooting out to feel for yourself. Your face falls when you feel something, looking up at him with a tight expression.

He giggles, pulling his keys out and dangling them in front of you. “Juuust kidding, got you.”

“That’s not funny at all,” you grumble, following him.

Gojo laughs lightly at your response, the tension of the situation momentarily dissipating as he continues toward the exit. His pace quickens, urgency returning as his eyes shift to scan the corners of the garage, still sharp, focused. The light flickers again, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete. You try to steady your breath, feeling a mix of irritation and relief. He seems like he’s always like this—trying to break the tension with his stupid jokes. But you can’t afford to let your guard down now, not when every shadow could hide danger. You move in close, staying right behind him, though part of you wants to keep your distance. He holds an arm out and you think it’s to alert you of something in the distance. But there’s a car beeping.

You look over and spot an eccentrically blue BMW. The BMW M4 sits in stark contrast to the grimy parking garage, its electric sapphire paint catching the dim light. Dirt and faint scratches mar its sleek surface, a testament to hurried getaways. The black carbon fiber hood and tinted windows add an air of mystery, while the low growl of the engine as it unlocks is a reminder of its power. It looks almost out of place here—too flashy, too pristine—but right now, it doesn’t matter. “Stranger, meet Baby. Baby, meet stranger.” Satoru grins, puffing his chest out like he’s won a race or something.

Your lip downturns.

“So,” he looks at you. “What do you—”

“Pussies drive BMWs,” you cut him off, walking forward and over to the passenger side. “Mercedes is better.”

Gojo freezes mid-sentence, lips parting in mock offense before breaking into a loud, incredulous laugh. "Excuse me?" He places a hand over his chest, feigning deep betrayal. "Baby did nothing to deserve that slander."

You don’t spare him a glance, yanking open the passenger door and sliding in. The interior is just as sleek as you’d expect—black leather seats, ambient blue lighting humming softly along the edges, the faint scent of something expensive lingering in the air. Gojo slides into the driver’s seat, shaking his head with a smirk. "You wound me, truly. But you know what? I’ll let it slide since you clearly have bad taste."

You scoff, buckling your seatbelt. "Says the guy who just giggled at his own joke five minutes ago."

He gasps, pressing a dramatic hand to his forehead. "Unbelievable. I offer you my protection, my car—my beautiful Baby—and this is the thanks I get?"

You roll your eyes. "Just drive, Dr…." You tilt your head to look at his nametag. “Gojo.”

At the sound of his title, he hmphs triumphantly and buckles up, you follow suit. “Maybe call me Satoru. You’re not a patient of mine nor do you work with me.”

“And I’m glad I’m not.”

“That’s your cue to say your name now, silly.” Putting the car in drive, he slowly peels out of the parking garage, eyes scanning outside from left to right in a constant motion.

You hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not to give him your real name. But then again, what does it matter now? “It’s Y/N,” you finally say, watching the streets as the car glides smoothly onto the road.

Gojo hums, testing the name on his tongue like he’s committing it to memory. “Hmm, suits you. I like it.”

You don’t respond, instead turning your focus to the eerily empty streets. The city feels wrong—too quiet, too still. Neon signs flicker in and out of life, casting the sidewalks in a dull, ghostly glow. Storefronts sit abandoned, some doors left wide open like their owners had no time to shut them. You sigh and rub your face. “Where are we going?”

“Dunno, maybe my place.”

“For what?”

“If an apocalypse is starting, I’m not forgetting my moisturizer.”

You grit your teeth but decide to hold back on an insult. For now. “Fine. Then mine.”

Gojo raises a brow, amused. “Oh? You wanna grab your moisturizer too?”

You shoot him a glare. “No. I need my things. Clothes, supplies—” you pause, glancing out the window at the desolate cityscape. “Weapons.”

He whistles. “Damn, didn’t peg you for the paranoid type. You keep an arsenal under your bed or something?”

You exhale sharply, not in the mood for jokes. “Just drive.”

Gojo shrugs but obeys, making a turn onto the main road. His grip on the wheel tightens ever so slightly, his eyes flicking between the rearview mirror and the darkened streets ahead. “Alright, boss. Just don’t be mad if I judge your taste in home decor.”

You lean back in the seat, watching the quietness of the city fly past you. Luckily you haven’t seen any of those things—zombies?—yet. That’s a good thing, it should be. But you’re starting to find out that the still eeriness of just nothing might be even scarier. The city feels more and more like a ghost town the further you drive. It’s unsettling—how quickly everything unraveled, how an entire population could just vanish, leaving behind only flickering lights and abandoned cars. You tighten your grip on your seatbelt. “How far is your place from here?”

“Fifteen minutes, give or take. Yours?”

“About the same.”

Gojo drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “Good. Then we grab what we need and figure out the next step. And then…” He sends you a sideways glance, an excited lilt to his voice. “We’re stopping by a gas station.”

You furrow your brows. “For what?”

He grins. “Snacks.”

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crescenthistory · 2 days ago

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could i pretty please with a cherry on top ask you to argue for dialogue prompt 62 with sirius?? 🥹🤭

you absolutely can<33 this is a bit angsty but mostly in the bittersweet way, i promise. i just adore the thought of sirius falling for a slytherin during the war and learning to understand and forgive his brother through them...

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i will ARGUE for prompt 62 "this means war, my dear" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, hurt/comfort, pre-established relationship, background wizarding war, reader was friends with the slytherin skittles, implied death eater barty

wc: 1k

Sirius was always the best of the bunch to distract you.

When the meetings became longer and more frequent and when you felt you were spending more time at various safe houses than in your own bed, Sirius had become the one you would subconsciously turn to. Whether he realised the position you had accidentally bestowed upon him or not, you did not know, but he seemed to readily accept it regardless.

Prior to the Order, you never really spoke with Sirius Black, being a year below him and close friends with his little brother and the other Slytherins. Had someone told you four years ago that you would seek him out in corners and laugh quietly together, you would have thought them mad and, perhaps worse, thought yourself a traitor.

Yet, here you were.

When you excused yourself for a glass of water, there was Sirius, ready with the cup. When you got up to pace by the window, he would sit down in the windowsill, so you weren’t alone. When you could not sleep at night, you went to the living room where you almost always found him sitting with some beat up guitar, playing some tune you never knew.

It remained unspoken, but you reckoned he kept you tethered more than you’d care to realise.

Dorcas was with you in the Order, but it was in part because you were such close friends that you struggled turning to her. So, it became Sirius. You weren’t sure how, when or why, but it became him.

Dumbledore had called the Order together to spend the weekend in Potter Manor, planning an extraction of muggleborns that were held up in Southern Wales by some death eaters there. Officially, you didn’t have any names on death eaters involved yet, but from the minute Moody described one of them as having “acid green hair”, you were mentally checked out for the rest of the day. Everyone knew, you could tell from the weight on their eyes on you, but you couldn’t focus.

You excused yourself early, and found yourself sat on the floor in front of an old record player that had gathered dust, looking through the piles upon piles of records, not really seeing any of them.

A beat up pair of black boots came into view seconds before he spoke. “Some music to drown out your thoughts?”

You looked up to meet Sirius’ eyes, already hearing the joking tone in his voice and relieved to find the same atmosphere on his face. He crouched down next to you, so you wouldn’t have to strain your neck and bumped his shoulder into yours. “What’re we listening to, princess?”

He questioned you, but he didn't hurry you, allowing you to take your time to process your thoughts and connect your mind back into a conversational mode. You gave him a weak smile. “I don’t really know, I haven’t looked at them properly yet.”

Sirius had the grace not to comment on the fact that you had been sitting before the records for a good 20 minutes – on the contrary, he looked completely unphased, still smiling that easy smile of his. The more you got to know him, the more the suspicion that it wasn’t all that easy settled into you. It only made you more grateful to have it bestowed upon you.

“Well, this is Uncle Wulfric’s collection mostly, so it’s quite outdated. None of the David Bowie, Freddie Mercury crowd, but I believe he has some Andrews Sisters, Glenn Miller and the likes.”

You sometimes forgot that Potter Manor was as much his house as James’.

“Oh, that’s alright.” You didn’t quite recognise your own voice as you spoke. “I don’t really listen to a lot of Bowie anyway.”

Sirius turned on his heels to you, grabbing your knee with one hand and his chest with the other as he gasped theatrically. “You simply cannot say any such blasphemous words to me, princess, I’ll have a stroke. I’m terribly sorry, but this means war, my dear.”

He nodded at you gravely but squeezed your knee to show it was all in jest. You surprised even yourself when a laugh bubbled up past your lips, rumbling your body in a delightful way.

Sirius’ eyes widened along with his smile as he took in the sight. His eyes read mission accomplished and you deigned not to think too much about its implications.

You held your hands up in surrender as the mirth continued its dance across your face. “Fetch me a white flag to wave, would you? We’ve got enough war on our hands without me angering the Almighty Music Knower.”

Sirius dropped his chin to his chest and chuckled, looking up at you through his stray dark curls and long eyelashes.

“What do you say then, pretty girl?” He squeezed your knee again. “Can I put on some Ella Fitzgerald for you?”

Your eyes followed his gaze to the Fitzgerald plate propped up against the side of the record player. It seemed well-loved. “You may,” you said with faux recession, to which Sirius’ grin became more beaming.

He leaned over past you, putting his knee down on the ground right beside yours to reach the record player and pop the plate on with skilled precession – a comfortable action, one he has done many times before. You didn’t move to give him more room, instead you allowed him into your space, basking in how it seemed to ground you.

Sirius smelled like his shampoo and leather jacket, even when he wasn’t wearing it, and though his skin was cold whenever it brushed yours, you still ached for its proximity.

This odd feeling going through you was perhaps something to look into after all of this, when the only war that was waged was the one between you and Sirius apparently, over what music to listen to. For now, when he gave you a smile that was equal parts fond and reassuring, you simply did your best to return it.

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chenlezip · 2 days ago

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jeno, tangled ♡

⤷ summary : y/n, an innocent, young girl, is locked up by her overly protective mother. her wish to escape into the world outside finally comes true when she meets the good-hearted thief, jeno.

annas note : the third of the series! i had originally paired this with jaemin but then i had an even better idea for him so here you go jeno - you can have tangled! please enjoy!

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jeno had agreed to take you to see the lanterns - on one term, you agreed to give his satchel with a crown from the palace in it back to him. he couldn't pass up on it.. not when he needed it. so here he is with you as you're investigating everything outside and panicking over what your mum is going to think.. then you're happy and promising yourself you are never going back!!

oh, no, you're slumped against a tree sobbing into your arms. he ushers you up, passing you back your weapon (a frying pan) and pascal who he claims is a frog (actually a chameleon but yeah!). "here's your pan, here's your frog." he says before you shake your head, "no. i'm seeing those lanterns." you're quite stern with him. uhh.. he doesn’t have a choice, does he?

"oh come on! what's it gonna take to get my satchel back?!" he groaned out in response. he regrets agreeing. "are you hungry?" he asked. apparently, he knew a place and it's called the snuggly duckling except when you walk in.. all you see is buff men who look a lot like what your mum warned you about - ruffians. you're a bit intimidated and scared nonetheless, what the hell is he thinking bringing you here!?

you soon find out they're actually really nice and as the royal guards burst through the door, asking where jeno is, one of the thugs opens a secret latch door that's hidden under the bar for you. you smile, he speaks up.. a rough voice, "go live your dream." "i will." jeno responds.

"your dream stinks. i was talking to her." he scoffed as jeno crawled down into the tunnel. you smile, "thanks for everything," you say softly as you give the thug a soft kiss on the cheek before following behind jeno.

"where are you from, blondie?" you raise a brow, "what about you?"

"i don't do backstory."

after a crazy chase with a damn horse and the royal guards, escaping a near death experience trapped under water.. you finally made it to the palace, sitting in a boat with jeno by your side. you can't lie, you both have grown quite fond of each other. you're thankful you're able to enjoy this beautiful moment on your birthday, with.. jeno, of course but it's been your dream since you were little and you're finally here.

you were awestruck, looking at all the lanterns in the sky that were floating around you. the stars in the sky helped make everything look so much prettier and your heart felt so full.. it was such a pretty sight to behold.

you almost forgot about jeno who was sitting behind you so you turn around, ready to ask if he was alright but you see him holding two lanterns in his hands. one for you, one for him. you couldn't help the smile that plastered its way onto your lips as you took it gently from him. you hand his satchel back to him and he.. just takes it and places it behind him, not really caring about it at the moment. he watches as you lift the lantern and give it a soft push into the air, watching as it ascends. he did the same but he just couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

you looked so happy and in your element, pointing out how pretty they looked against the river you were floating on.. your eyes shining and your lips as they let out a soft gasp, helping push a lantern back into the air before it could hit the water.

jeno reached out and took one of your hands in his, a small smile playing at his lips as you turn to face him. your heart was racing. he was a sight to behold like this.. a soft golden glow on his face despite how dark it was where you two were, how perfect his features are to you like: his nose, his lips, his hair as it just about covers his eyes, his brown eyes that look at you with such a gentle and loving gaze.

you both lean in, noses pressed up before jeno tilts his head, a free hand taking your cheek in a considerate grip. he pressed his lips against yours.. the feeling of your lips sent a shiver down his back, his hand gripping onto your hand just a little tighter. you melt into it and move a hand to the back of his nape.

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Knife Princess

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You're Niragi's little sister, and he's not happy of Chishiya's interest on you. When the final game starts and you get hurt, Chishiya takes care of you.

Warnings: 18+ smut, lots of blood ig.

A/N: I was writing a Chishiya request but realised half way i needed to write a prequel for that first lmao. So, this will have more parts coming up ✨️

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During your time at the Beach, Chishiya became intrigued by you. He analyzed your movements when you weren't watching - atleast he thought you didn't notice him.

He could see that men eyed you while you were laying by the pool in your bikinis, but nobody dared to approach you. Everyone knew you were Niragi's sister and that terrified the shit out of them.

Why? Because Niragi seemed to be a little overprotective of you. If he could see even one pair of male eyes thirsting over you, Niragi wouldn't hesitate to beat them up. People here had seen that happen several times. Some men thought they'd get away with a little bit of flirting, but Niragi seemed to have eyes everywhere at any times.

One day, Chishiya watched you, sitting by the edge of the pool once again in your yellow bikinis, legs tangling in the water to cool yourself down. You were enjoying the sun, black sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose. You weren't aware of his gaze, you had no idea how his eyes lingered on your skin. Atleast, that's what he thought.

Chishiya turned around just for a moment to leave, and suddenly you had appeared right behind him.

"You like what you see, hm?" you asked and put your hands on your hips. Chishiya stayed silent, an amused look on his face as he turned around to face you. "I've seen you looking at me, you know," you smirked and bit your lip. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

"Is that so?" Chishiya hummed.

"Mhm. A lady like me has grown eyes on her back too," you said proudly.

"I see," Chishiya said, intrigued once more. "So, tell me. Why do you wear boots at the pool?"

Chishiya had noticed that you always had the same leather boots on, while most people wore sandals or were just bare foot.

You only smiled and tilted your head, slowly stepping closer to him so you could reach to put your hands on his shoulders. You leaned so close to his face that you were only inches away from him, and he could feel your minty breath when you whispered: "You'll have to take them off and find out."

And then, only with a smile and a wink you let go of him and turned around, leaving him to stand there by himself to go back inside.

Chishiya wasn't sure if he only imagined it, but it felt like you swayed your hips more dramatically than usual as you knew that he would watch you walking away. If your plan was to not let Chishiya's eyes leave your body - you succeeded with that.

"Careful," Kuina said next to Chishiya. "Don't let Niragi see that you were checking his sister out."

"I wasn't checking her out," Chishiya denied, but he knew that it was a lie. He knew that he'd be dead if Niragi found out even about his thoughts on you, but Chishiya also knew that you were a woman with your own choices.

"Mhm, whatever you say," Kuina said, a hint of worry in her voice.

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After your short talk by the pool, it took only two more days to get Chishiya to take you into his bedroom and push you on his bed.

You knew that with right words, you could get any man that you wanted. Not every man could be seduced with the same methods, however, so you needed a little time to calculate what kind of person you were dealing with. You let men flirt with you here, even though you didn't plan to actually do anything with them, but you knew it pissed off Niragi and you enjoyed that.

Of course you wouldn't sleep with everyone here, though, you did have quite high standards and a specific taste and none of the men at the Beach had raised your curiosity enough.

Until you met Chishiya. He stood out from the crowd, usually staying mostly by himself or with a limited one to two people. You wanted to get to know him. No, you needed to get to know him. Maybe not emotionally yet, but atleast physically.

Truthfully, you hadn't had sex in months, you needed it much more than you had thought. Chishiya sucked all the stress and worry off you with his touch which gave you pleasure, even if it was only for a moment.

Right now, Chishiya had you pinned on the bed under him, holding your hands above your head and planting kisses around your neck and collarbones. You didn't know how he managed to find all the sweet spots which made you go insane already on your first time together, but he did nevertheless.

He untied the top of your bikini and threw it away, not caring where it would land. He took off his shirt as well to stay fair with you.

He peppered kisses all around your body as he slowly crawled back, until his head was located between your legs. He pulled the bottom of your bikini off, seeing now every part of your body. It didn't take long for him to rub your clit and push his fingers inside, starting to explore your vagina with different movements.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped. He moved his hand away for a moment but you quickly stopped him by grabbing his hair. "Wait, can you- can you do that again?"

Chishiya smirked. "Do what again?" he asked. "This?"

You arched your back as Chishiya pushed his fingers back inside you, curling his fingers just in the right angle like he had done earlier. You had to grab the bedsheets into your fists to stay still.

When he pushed himself inside you, you felt like this was what you had needed the most during your time at the Beach. During all the games.

Sleeping with him was something you felt like you had needed for years. He was the perfect balance of both rough and gentle in the best way possible to give you pleasure in its highest form.

You had no idea how much time passed while you were trapped between his body and the mattress, you were in complete ecstasy and you never wanted him stop what he was doing.

You were sure your body would be full of marks he had created on your body and you'd have to show it off to everyone, but right now, right at that moment, you didn't care about anything besides you and him.

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"What's that?" Niragi asked next morning and stepped closer to you, looking at the bruises on your neck, trying to hide themselves behind you hair. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back to see your neck better. "Are those hickeys? Who made those?"

"What is it for you?" you spat. "You can do whatever you want with whoever and so can i."

Niragi narrowed his eyes for your attitude.

"Who," Niragi growled with a low voice, finger pressing on one of the many bruises, his dark eyes directly on yours, "made that?"

You just grinned smugly.

"Try to guess," you challenged him.

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"You fucked my sister?!" Niragi shouted louder than ever before. Chishiya jumped back when he saw Niragi storming towards him, pointing his rifle towards Chishiya.

"Well, to my defense, she came to me," he said, lifting his hands up to surrender and trying to ignore the rifle, inches from his face.

"Out of all the girls here, dozens of them, you just had to choose her?!"

"Niragi, we're-"

Niragi put his gun down and instead grabbed Chishiya by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Chishiya winced a little when the back of his head hit hard on the wall but otherwise he kept his regular pokerface.

"What should i do with you now, hm?" Niragi asked. "Shoot you dead right here right now or take a knife and carve little marks on your skin before shooting you. Any last wishes?"

He took a knife from his pocket, pressing the tip against Chishiya's cheek, a little too close to his left eye.

"Did you want to get a revenge on me? I thought we were buddies, man."

"Listen," Chishiya chuckled nervously in Niragi's tight grip. "Just let me down and we'll-"

"I know she's pretty, obviously, it's in our genes," Niragi interrupted, not caring to listen to Chishiya's defense. "But atleast talk about it before to me, man. Don't just go and screw her like that."

"So, if i had asked you for your blessing to sleep with your sister, you would have been okay with that?"

The anger rose back to Niragi's eyes. Chishiya was basically throwing more fuel into the fire flaming inside Niragi.

"Niragi, what are you doing?" you shouted from the end of the hallway before Niragi would be able go put a bullet in Chishiya's skull, walking towards the two guys with long steps. "Let go of him this instant."

"Or what?" Niragi asked. "You'll stab me over this guy?"

"If i have to," you said and crossed your arms against your chest.

"You can't be serious-"

You pulled a knife from your boot and pointed it at him.

"Let. Him. Down." You gritted your teeth, the same kind of anger in your eyes as in Niragi's. "Or you'll lose an ear."

Niragi huffed and let Chishiya go, coming towards you.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he whispered to you. "Him?"

"Mind your own damn business," you spat.

Eventually, Niragi left, but he wasn't in a good mood. At all. You hadn't seen him that angry in a while. You didn't lash out at him like that because he was threatening specifically Chishiya, no. You were just tired of Niragi constantly meddling into your business with men over and over again. Whenever you'd have a single hickey on your neck, and Niragi saw that, he'd immediately lose his temper for someone touching you - as witnessed here. It had been the exact same back at home before ending up to this world, but back then he only had his fists and not a gun. You had tried to make him quit it so many times but he wasn't having it.

You let out a frustrated groan, and Chishiya walked towards you now that Niragi had disappeared.

"So, you always carry knives with you wherever you go?" Chishiya asked, hands in the pockets of his white hoodie and an amused smirk on his face. "That's why you wear boots even with a swimsuit?"

"Shouldn't everyone carry a weapon with them?" you asked seriously, raising an eyebrow. "You never know when you need to defend yourself."

"Fair," Chishiya admitted.

You stepped right in front of Chishiya and put your hand behind his neck, slowly caressing his shoulder.

"Want to have a round two in my room tonight?" you asked, clicking your tongue.

"I'm not sure if i want to lose my right eye for that," Chishiya smirked, still feeling the cold blade against his cheek.

"Niragi's not the boss of me," you said and rolled your eyes. "I'm not some little kid that needs to be protected."

"Oh i can definitely see that," Chishiya agreed and nodded.

"So, my room tonight." You put your finger on hips lips. "Don't make me wait too long, hm?"

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The fire was flaming high outside, waiting for corpses to be thrown in there.

When the 10 of Hearts game started and Aguni's men were slaughtering people left and right, you only sat back and watched the shitshow. You knew Niragi would never allow anyone to touch you so you weren't afraid of being accused of being the witch and getting thrown into the fire.

That was, as long as he was there to witness it, and right now he wasn't. Still, you didn't stress about the game nearly as much as the others there.

You had no idea what Chishiya and others were doing, but right now you really, really just craved for a snack and was heading towards your room.

However, before you managed to get any further, someone grabbed you by your hair and yanked you towards them, causing you to let out a small cry for the pain on your scalp.

"Ha! Maybe she's the witch!" a man, who you didn't know at all, shouted at your face, spit flying on your cheekbone. "Let's burn her!"

One more guy joined him to drag you towards the place where the fire was located. But they weren't able to get very far.

You managed to get free yourself from their grip, then reached for your boots and took the two knives out of them. You didn't hesitate a moment longer as you threw the knives towards the two men, the blades digging deep into the men's necks.

You had practiced throwing knives for the past decade - as a nice little hobby of yours.

The men fell on their knees, and you kicked them on their chest, causing them to fall on their backs. You leaned down to remove the knives from their throats, leaving them to bleed out on the carpet. You wiped the blood on the men's shirts, then putting the knives back into your boots and continued your way towards you room.

As you walked through the corridor, you didn't notice two pairs of eyes watching you behind a corner.

"Well, i sure wouldn't want to anger her," Kuina mumbled. She was in shock how such a small girl was able to take down two grown men at that speed.

"She managed to surprise me too," Chishiya admitted, arms crossed on his chest. And very few people did surprise him anymore, both Kuina and Chishiya himself knew that. "Although, she's related to Niragi, so i don't know if i should have been surprised."

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A little later, you were leaning against one of the pillars on the 3rd floor, watching Aguni beat up Arisu with all his strength. You felt another presence join you, but you didn't need to turn your head to see who it was.

"Enjoying the show?" Chishiya asked.

"It's like watching a violent theatre play with real blood."

"Mhm," Chishiya hummed. "Hearts games are brutal but this is definitely something else."

"It's kind of entertaining how insane people can go during the Hearts games," you commented and turned your head towards Chishiya. "Did you ever suspect me as the witch?"

Chishiya eyed you for a moment.

"You could have pulled it off," he admitted. "With those knives and all."

"Aw, i'm touched," you smiled, hand on your chest. "If i was proven to be the witch, would you have been able to burn me in the fire?"

"Well," Chishiya started slowly and turned his face back to the crowd downstairs. "Everyone just wants to survive and get out of here, right?"

You didn't say anything back, only followed the events happening two floors down.

After everything had finally started to calm down, the fire suddenly spread and Niragi stepped inside, looking like he had been thrown into the fire too but got out before turning into complete ash.

"Oh, shit," you mumbled.

Niragi started to shoot in every direction possible with his rifle, not caring who he hit with the bullets. He wanted everyone here to die, that was for sure. He shot not only vertically everywhere, also up in different angles.

That meant, also right into your direction. Chishiya pulled you back, but just a second too late. You felt burning pain on your right shoulder and right after your leg, blood starting to pour out of the wounds. You stumbled backwards, but Chishiya managed to catch you and held you up by your waist.

His eyes widened when he saw your shoulder being painted red, as well as your leg.

"This just isn't my day, is it?" you chuckled, trying to ignore the pain radiating through your arm and make fun of the situation.

Chishiya didn't have much time to start patching you up right now, you had to leave this place as soon as possible to get to safety.

"Wait a moment, i'll be right back," he said and left you there on your own for a moment, running to the room where you had previously been. For a minute you were afraid he had actually left you here to bleed out, not wanting to deal with your injuries.

Chishiya grabbed a first aid kid, towel and brought them with him as he hurried back to you as fast as he was possibly able to run.

"Hold these," he said and gave you the kit and the towel, then scooping you in his arms. He knew he couldn't run very fast carrying you, but it would be faster than dragging you by his side.

It didn't take too long for people to burn the witch and finish the game just before the time would run down to zero. You had finally passed the last game.

As you sat outside and watched the mansion burn down among all the other survivors, Chishiya was by your side sewing the bullet wound shut with a needle and thread. The bullet had exited your body on the back, so Chishiya was more than thankful that he wouldn't need to start operating on you any deeper.

You had started to look pale and feel dizzy for all the blood loss, but you managed to stay conscious. He had wrapped the towel tightly around your leg. It had been white, but was now dyed half red.

"Shiya..." you mumbled, but he didn't lift his face towards you, only concentrated on stitching you up. "I promise i'm not getting hurt on purpose just to get you to touch me."

Your words did amuse Chishiya and you could see a slight smirk on his face.

"Good, because i don't have any more supplies to left to treat your wounds," Chishiya said and cut the thread off, leaving you with clean stitches on your skin. He finally looked into your eyes, looking serious and worried. "Let me know immediately if the stitches open and you start bleeding again, got it?"

"Are you like a doctor or something?" you smiled and bit your lip.

"Something like that," he answered, and you could see a little smile on his lips as well.

"I've never slept with a doctor before," you admitted. "Before the Beach, i mean."

"Was it on your to-do list?"

"Might have been," you said. "Along with a firefighter, of course."

"Too bad we didn't have firefighters at the Beach," Chishiya concluded. "Would have saved us a lot of trouble. Or if there was, they clearly failed their job miserably."

"Perhaps," you said slowly. "I would have still chosen a doctor first though."

"Hm, really?" Chishiya wondered. "Good to know. So, your type is men who can save you from trouble?"

"I'm not a damsel in distress," you scoffed, coming off as offended and a bit too defensive.

"And still i did have to carry you out of there," Chishiya pointed out.

"Shut up," you said and gently hit him on his shoulder.

"You'll promise to take it slow with your arm and leg, okay?" he stated seriously.

"Of course, doctor," you teased and bit your lip. "How can i ever repay you for taking such a good care of me?"

"I have a few things in my mind, but i think we should go somewhere private first," Chishiya reminded and sat next to you, putting his hand around your waist for a moment.

"Why aren't we already leaving then?" you asked and brushed your finger against his collarbone, right by the zipper of his hoodie.

"Tempting, but i'd rather have you rest for a moment," Chishiya said and pulled you tighter against his body, whispering right into your ear: "But don't worry, i'll make sure to find us some time alone."

His hot breath against your ear sent chills down your spine.

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A/N: I'll have update for the Child of Hearts too at some point no worries, just have to figure out some scenes for it and shape it a lil bit 🫶🏻

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EPILOGUE | pt 2

Lalisa Manoban

Epilogue to The Debt Series.

5k words.

The debt series.

( The final and final end of the debt series. The epilogue ends here too. )

As the morning lights peeks through, lisa gazed down at y/n with tender affection as he stirred awake, his sleepy eyes meeting hers. A soft smile played on her lips as he gently released her nipple, the loss of his warm touch eliciting a slight shiver from her.

“Good morning, my love.”

She murmured, her fingers tracing the contours of his face.

“Did you sleep well, nestled against me like that?”

Leaning down, she pressed a feather-light kiss to his forehead, her heart swelling with the depth of her love for this man. In this quiet, intimate moment, she felt a profound sense of belonging, of being cherished and adored beyond measure.

Shifting slightly, she guided his head back to its previous resting place, cradling him against her chest once more. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the warmth of her embrace were a soothing lullaby, lulling them both back towards the embrace of slumber.

Lisa giggled as she gazed down at y/n’s sleepy face.

“Oh my love, I’ll pull out your cock out now, okay? I need to go pee – I’ve been holding it all night because you were just so cute, having my nipple in your mouth like a newborn baby. Haha”

She laughed softly, her fingers gently guiding out y/n’s softening length from her warmth. As she withdrew, a gush of his spent pee spilled from her pussy, eliciting an exclamation from lisa.

“Whaaaat? You silly boy, you peed inside my pussy?”

She laughed, her tone playful and adoring.

y/n chuckled sheepishly, nuzzling against lisa’s chest.

“I couldn’t help it, my little slut. I was in such a deep, peaceful sleep with your nipple in my mouth and your warm pussy cradling my cock. I felt so relaxed and safe nestled in your embrace.”

Lisa smiled tenderly, running her fingers through his hair.

“I know, my darling. You were like a little babe, so content and at ease. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her heart swelling with adoration.

Gently disengaging herself, lisa rose from the bed, her thighs glistening with the evidence of y/n’s essence. She paused, glancing back at him with a mischievous grin.

“Now, I really do need to go take care of that little mess you’ve created. Don’t go anywhere, my love. I’ll be back soon.”

With a wink, she sauntered off the bathroom, eager to clean herself up and return to y/n’s waiting arms, their bond stronger than ever.

After their refreshing shower, lisa emerged from the bathroom, droplets of water still clinging to her glistening skin. She held up a few outfits, turning to y/n with a playful pout.

“So, my love, what should I wear today?”

She asked coyly, already anticipating his response.

y/n chuckled, his gaze roaming hungrily over her bare form.

“You should wear nothing at all, my little slut,”

He purred, his voice dripping with desire.

“You’re mine, and you deserve to stay naked for me always.”

Lisa feigned a scolding expression, though the mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

“Oh, you!”

She exclaimed, before relenting with a soft giggle.

“Alright then, if that’s what my daddy wants…”

Tossing the clothes aside, lisa sauntered towards y/n, her hips swaying seductively. She knew exactly how to play him, to keep him captivated and craving her touch. After all, she was his, body and soul, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As she sauntered over to y/n she jumped onto his hands and kissed him hungrily, then she worked her hands guiding his soft cock into her asshole, y/n instantly realized something was wrong,

“Baby? Did someone else used you??”

Lisa’s eyes widened in feigned innocence as she gazed up at y/n.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry! A few days ago, I went shopping but forget my purse. To buy the things I needed, I… I offered my ass to the shopkeeper, not that I couldn’t pay it online but still I wanted some sex hehe that’s why.”

She bit her lip, her expression a mix of shame and contrition.

“But I promise, he didn’t cum inside me! I would never let anyone but you have me like that.”

y/n’s grip tightened possessively around her waist as he searched her face, his brow furrowed with concern.

“My darling, how could you do that? Your body belongs to me, and me alone.”

His voice was laced with a hint of possessiveness, yet tinged with the unyielding love he held for her.

Lisa nuzzled against his chest, her fingers soothing patterns on his skin.

“I know, my love, I know. It was a moment of weakness, but I swear it will never happen again. I’m yours, completely and utterly. Please, forgive me?”

y/n’s expression softened, and he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity. When they finally parted, breathless, he gazed down at her with unwavering adoration.

“Of course I forgive you, my love. You are mine, and I will always cherish you.”

After giving forgiveness, he started guiding lisa up and down on his cock. Giving brutal thrusts inside her asshole.

The pain of y/n’s brutal, punishing thrusts inside her abused asshole was immediately eclipsed by a wave of pleasure for lisa. She knew that by confessing the shopkeeper incident, she would only incite y/n’s jealousy and possessiveness – and that was exactly what she craved.

As his hips slammed against her with bruising force, lisa cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy. She wanted him to claim her, to mark her ass his own in the most primal way possible. The knowledge that she belonged to him, and him alone, sent tremors of delight through her body.

Tightening her muscles around his invading length, lisa met each of his thrusts with a desperate roll of her hips. She was his to use, his to punish, his to cherish – and in this moment, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As y/n took lisa on the bed, he began ruthlessly ramming her abused asshole in the prone bone position. Suddenly, lisa’s phone rang – the caller ID displayed ‘eli’.

With a coy smile, lisa brought the phone to her ear, her voice dripping with false innocence. Concealing the depraved scene unfolding behind her.

“Eli, darling! What a lovely surprise.”

Her words were punctuated by the muffled slap of y/n’s hips against her flesh, but she maintained her composure, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

“I’m doing just fine, sweetie. In fact, I’m having a wonderful time with y/n.”

She bit her lip, stifling a moan as y/s’s cock plunged deeper into her aching asshole.

“But I miss you too.”

Lisa’s free hand gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as y/n’s relentless assault continued. She knew eli was none the wiser, and the thrill of her deception only heightened her pleasure.

Lisa’s eyes widened when she realized her slip-up. Quickly, she tried to change the subject, lying that she hadn’t said y/n’s name, but something else entirely.

“Oh, eli, I didn’t say y/n’s name, I said something else. But anyway, how are you? I was just telling you the family problem I had is all over now, but I think I’ll still stay here a little longer, if that’s okay with you.”

She smiled sweetly, hoping eli wouldn’t press the issue further. Her heart raced as she tried to cover her tracks, all while y/n continued his relentless pounding of her abused hole behind the scenes.

Lisa’s eyes darted nervously as eli questioned the suspicious sounds. She quickly turned her head back to y/n, mouthing her words ‘stop, just for a while’ with a pleading expression.

Her heart raced, knowing she had to think quickly to divert eli’s attention.

Turning back to the phone, lisa forced a calm smile.

“Oh, that? Its nothing, darling. Just the TV playing in the background. I’ll turn it down.”

She shot y/n a pointed look, silently urging him to hold off until she could steer the conversation in a different direction.

Eli still sounded unconvinced, but lisa pressed on.

“Anyway, as I was saying, the family issue is all resolved now. I’m just taking some time for myself and my family, you know? I hope you understand.”

She paused, her mind racing to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Actually, I was thinking of going shopping later. Would you like me to pick you up something?”

Lisa held her breath, praying that eli would be satisfied with her explanation and drop the subject. She couldn’t afford to let him discover the truth of her current situation – not when y/n’s relentless desire for her was so close to the surface.

“Fine, but put me on video call so I can see what’s really going on.”

Eli demanded.

Lisa gently turned onto her back, pulling the bedsheet up to cover her bare breasts. With a practiced hand, she grabbed y/n’s cock and skillfully guided it into her waiting, slick pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. As she connected the video call with eli, her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

“Look, darling, there’s nothing going on. I’m just relaxing on the bed.”

She purred, her voice laced with false innocence as y/n began to thrust into her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Lisa maintained eye contact with the camera, her expression serene, even as her body betrayed the carnal delights she was experiencing. She was a master at this game, adept at concealing her true activities from eli while indulging in the forbidden pleasures’ y/n offered.

With each subtle roll of her hips, lisa drove y/n deeper inside her, the familiar ache of fullness sending tingles of ecstasy through her core.

Lisa feigned innocence as she gazed up at the camera, her fingers trailing teasingly along y/n’s back.

“Who’s y/n, darling? I’m not sure I know who you’re talking about.”

Her words were punctuated by y/n’s aggressive thrusts, his cock plunging deeper into her slick heat. He leaned in a little close, his face straight behind the mobile.

‘You don’t know me, baby? Hmm, don’t you remember?’

He mouthed, his eyes smoldering with desire.

As eli explained that y/n was his bestfriend, lisa’s expression shifted to one of feigned realization.

“Oh, I see now! Yes, of course, y/n – your bestfriend. How could I have forgotton?”

She giggled coyly, her hips rolling in sync with y/n’s relentless pace.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she added,

“The one from whom you had taken a debt, right eli?”

Eli agreed, chuckling slightly.

“Yes, that friend. I still don’t understand how he suddenly cleared my debt,”

He said with a puzzled laugh.

Suddenly, y/n pushed lisa’s phone, causing it to fall. He then placed his hand over the microphone, his voice a low, menacing growl.

“Because I now own your girlfriend in return for your debt, you stupid eli.”

He said, laughing triumphantly.

Lisa laughed and giggled, picking up her phone.

“Oh, the phone just slipped out of my hands, darling. No need to worry!”

She said, her tone light and carefree, as she continued to ride y/n’s cock beneath the covers.

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah, eli, in return of your debt, y/n owns me now. Haha, I’m so glad he owns me.”

Eli turned his head back to the camera, a puzzled look on his face.

“Did you say something, lisa?”

Lisa quickly schooled her features, flashing him an innocent smile.

“No, no, darling. I didn’t say anything.”

She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of deceiving her unsuspecting boyfriend only fueled her growing arousal. y/n’s possessive claim over her sent a shiver of excitement through her body, and she couldn’t wait to see how this twisted situation would unfold.

Lisa let out an exaggerated yawn, her eyes drooping with feigned exhaustion.

“Oh, eli, darling, I’m just so tired from the flights and everything. I think I need to get some rest now, okay?”

She flashed him a weary smile, her fingers toying with the hem of the bedsheet.

Without waiting for his response, lisa ended the call, tossing the phone aside. Turning her attention to y/n, her expression morphed into one of unbridled desire.

“Now, where were we, my y/n??”

She purred, her hips rolling sensually against his.

y/n’s grip on her tightened, his eyes burning with possessive hunger.

“Right where you belong, my little slut, under my possession.”

He growled, pulling her into a searing kiss as he resumed his relentless thrusts, claiming her as his own once more.

y/n’s grip on lisa’s hips tightened with a possessive anger as he pounded into her pussy with relentless force. Lisa was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the feeling of y/n’s monstrous cock filling her completely. She was utterly enamored with him, her thoughts consumed by his dominating presence.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, and she reveled in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. The pain had long since given way to unbridled bliss, and lisa knew in that moment that she belonged to y/n, body and soul.

Her back arched, her nails raking down his muscular back as she cried out in rapturous delight. Nothing else matter but the two of them, locked in this carnal embrace, lost in a world of their own making. Lisa had never felt so alive, so completely and irrevocably his.

Throughout the night, y/n’s relentless lust knew no bounds as he claimed lisa’s body in every corner of the hotel room. From the bathroom to the balcony, and even the small desk, on the floor, he ravaged her with a primal hunger that left her breathless and trembling.

Lisa reveled in his possessive dominance, her mind clouded with the intoxicating sensation of being so thoroughly used. When y/n dragged her out into the hotel hallway, pinning her against the wall as he ruthlessly plundered her pussy, lisa felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Back inside the room, y/n continued his merciless assault, staking his claim over the body that he now owns as his sole property. Lisa’s cries of pleasure echoed through the suite, her every nerve ending alight with the euphoric pain of his punishing thrusts.

In this moment now, lisa belonged to y/n, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her world had narrowed to the sensation of his cock filling her, his hands bruising her flesh, hid dominance consuming her completely. She was so lost in a haze of carnal bliss, her love for him brighter with each passing moment.

As the morning light streamed in through the window, y/n continued his relentless pounding of lisa’s pussy. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door – the room service had arrived.

Without missing a thrust, y/n shouted,

“Come in!”

As he maintained his brutal pace, his hips slamming against lisa’s with unforgiving force.

Lisa’s eyes widened momentarily, a flicker of panic crossing her features. But then, a mischievous smile spread across her lips. Throwing caution to the wind, she arched her back, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

As the room service guy entered, y/n and lisa had already shifted to a new position, giving the intruder a clear view of the depraved scene unfolding before him. Lisa stood with her front to the door, in a sensual bend position, her tongue darting out as y/n’s powerful frame towering behind her as he pounded her relentlessly.

The room service gur’s eyes widened in shock and delight at the sight of Lisa Manoban’s magnificent nude form, her body glistening with sweat as she was ravaged by y/n’s monstrous cock. A gleeful exclamation escaped his lips as he drank in the carnal spectacle.

Lisa met the man’s gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She knew she should feel ashamed, but the thrill of being watched only heightened her arousal. Throwing caution to the wind, she arched her back now, pushing her ample breasts out as she gets ravaged by y/n’s cock with unbridled passion.

The room service guy stood transfixed, his mouth agape, as he witnessed the depraved display unfolding before him. Lisa reveled in his stunned reaction, her own pleasure building with each punishing thrust from y/n’s hips.

Lisa’s voice wavered slightly as the room service guy entered, but she maintained a polite and sweet demeanor.

“Oh, hello there. Please, go ahead and do your job. Thank you so much for coming.”

She flashed him a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The guy couldn’t help but marvel at lisa’s composure, even as she was being so thoroughly and roughly used by y/n.

“Wow, even when she’s getting ravaged like this, she still manages to talk so politely. What a slut she must be – I bet she’s a very experienced one,”

He thought to himself, his gaze drinking in the depraved scene.

As the room service guy cleaned the room, the air was thick with the scent of sex from lisa and y/n’s passionate night together. The guy spotted lisa’s discarded bra and panties near the bed,

He discreetly slid them into his pocket, taking the opportunity while the couple remained oblivious.

Continuing his work, the guy found more evidence of the lust-filled night, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the show that lisa and y/n had put on for him. He marveled at lisa’s composure, even as she was being so thoroughly used by y/n’s monstrous cock.

The guy couldn’t help but feel a sense of voyeuristic thrill, witnessing the depraved scene unfold before his eyes. The temptation was too great. As he finished his task, he couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets this room might hold.

Upon completing his work, he comes near the bed, his jaw dropped as he took in the sight of lisa’s face, flushed with lust, her eyes rolled back and her tongue darting out.

He was transfixed by the sheer debauchery of the scene unfolding before him.

y/n noticing the guy’s lustful hunger, asked bluntly.

“Hey, you. Do you want to kiss her?”

Lisa’s eyes snapped open at y/n’s words, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She locked eyes with the stunned staff member, silently daring him to make a move.

The room service guy’s eyes widened with lust as he eagerly accepted y/n’s offer. Approaching the bed, he gazed hungrily at lisa’s inviting expression, her mouth open slightly and her tongue darting out ever so teasingly.

Without hesitation, the guy pushed his face against lisa’s, their lips crashing together in heated, hungry kiss. Lisa moaned into his mouth, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure through the man’s body.

The guy relished the feeling of lisa’s soft lips and skilled tongue, losing himself in the depraved moment. y/n watched with a possessive gaze, his grip on lisa’s hips tightening as he continued to pound into her relentlessly.

The room filled with the sounds of their carnal activities, a symphony of moans, gasps, and the slick sounds of flesh against flesh. Lisa was in her element, reveling in the attention and indulging in her insatiable desires.

The heated kiss continued until lisa tapped the man’s face, gasping for breath as they parted. The guy looked at her with a grateful expression.

“Thank you. Can I… can I leave now?”

He asked hesitantly.

Lisa teased him, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Oh, but I was really hoping you’d stay. I’d love to give your cock a few sucks and taste your cum.”

She purred, her eyes sparkling with lust.

The man’s eyes lit up with hunger and excitement at the thought of Lisa Manoban wanting to pleasure him.

“I-I would really love that,”

He stammered,

“But can I come back tonight? Because in the night I’m the horniest, so in the night I’ll be able to use you more thoroughly. And I can’t really do it now or I’ll lose my job.”

Lisa considered his request, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Hmm, I suppose that will have to do. But don’t keep waiting too long, darling. I’ll be aching for a taste of you.”

She said, her tone laced with promise.

As the room service guy left, y/n playfully spanked lisa’s ass, scolding her.

“What were you thinking, begging for his cock and cum, huh? You stupid slut.”

Lisa giggled at his jealous scolding, feeling a thrill at riling him up. She turned her head over her shoulder, poking her tongue out teasingly.

“Aww, don’t be like that baby. You know I only want your big, hard cock inside me.”

Pulling her back against his chest, y/n growled possessively.

“Damn right, you do filthy whore. This pussy belongs to me, and me alone. Don’t forget that you, insatiable whore.”

Lisa moaned, grinding her hips against his.

“Then why don’t you remind me, hmm? Show me who I really belong to.”

With a feral grin, y/n flipped her over, pinning her to the bed as he resumed his relentless pounding, determined to leave no doubt in her mind about who owned her body and soul.

y/n’s grip on lisa tightened as he began to fuck her with brutal, angry force. His hips slammed against hers relentlessly, determined to remind her that she belonged to him and him alone.

Lisa cried out, her back arching as the pleasure-pain of his punishing thrusts sent shockwaves through her body. She knew better than to defy him – this was her punishment for her earlier teasing and flirtation.

Gripping the sheets, lisa surrendered herself completely to y/n’s possessive onslaught. Her mind was hazy with lust, every nerve ending alight with the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. This was her place, here beneath him, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As y/n’s relentless pace continued, lisa felt a familiar coil of ecstasy building within her. She was his, body and soul, and the knowledge of this drove her wild with unbridled desire. With each bruising thrust, she was reminded of her true purpose – to serve and please her master her y/n.

y/n’s hips pistoned relentlessly as he neared his climax. Leaning in close to lisa’s ear, her growled.

“I hope you’re not on birth control, you little slut. I’m going to fill your womb completely.”

Lisa’s eyes widened at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. The thought of being bred, oh having y/n’s seed flooding her most intimate depths, sent her spiraling into a frenzy of lust. She cried out, her inner walls clamping down as her orgasm crashed over her.

y/n roared in triumph, his hips slamming home as he emptied himself into lisa’s waiting womb. Wave after wave of hot, thick cum poured into her, coating her insides and sealing her fate as his personal breeding vessel.

Spent, y/n collapsed atop her, his breathing ragged. Lisa clung to him, a delirious smile on her face. She knew that from this moment on, she would be forever changed – bound to y/n by the most primal of bonds. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

As y/n’s cock finally began to soften, lisa let out an elated exclamation.

“Oh, y/n! fuck this feels sooooo good, I’m so breeed with your seeeed my love. You came so much inside me.”

Her eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and mischief.

Trailing her fingers along his chest, lisa gazed up at him adoringly.

“I want nothing more than to carry your child, y/n. to have your seed growing inside me, to be completely and utterly yours. Please, make me a mother. I’m ready to be bred again and again.”

The thoughts of lisa’s womb swelling with his child sent a possessive thrill through y/n. He pulled her into a bruising kiss, his hands roaming her body possessively.

“That’s my good girl. You’re going to be the perfect breeding bitch for me, aren’t you? I’m going to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”

Lisa moaned into the kiss, her hips rolling against his in eager anticipation.

She was ready to take the next step in their carnal journey, to cement her place y/n’s devoted, fertile mate.

With his softened cock still buried inside her, y/n began to thrust again, his movements gradually picking up speed and intensity. Lisa gazed up at him, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Ohh, does breeding me excite you that much, my love??”

She teased, her hips rolling to meet his punishing thrusts.

y/n’s grip on her tightened, his eyes burning with possessive desire.

“Fuck yes, it does,”

He growled, slamming into her with renewed fervor.

“I’m going to breed you over and over until you’re swollen with my children.”

Lisa moaned in delight, reveling in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. She knew her place was here, beneath y/n, serving as his fertile vessel. And in that moment, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

As the days passed, y/n made sure to continuously breed lisa with his potent seed whenever he had to attend meetings outside the hotel. While he was away, he ensured that lisa’s womb remained well-filled with his virile cum, keeping her in a constant state of satisfied arousal.

When y/n returned in the evenings, he would ravage lisa’s body once more, pounding into her relentlessly and flooding her fertile depths with even more of his seed. Lisa reveled in this, her body and mind consumed by the primal need to be bred by her dominant partner.

Each time y/n claimed her, lisa felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that she was one step closer to becoming pregnant with his child. She craved the sensation of his hot release coating her inner walls, sealing her fate as his personal breeding vessel.

With each passing day, lisa’s belly grew more swollen, the evidence of y/n’s virility plain for all to see. And through it all, she remained utterly devoted to him, her sole purpose to serve as the vessel for his offspring.

As the business trip came to an end, lisa had been breed and impregnated by y/n countless times over the past two weeks. His potent seed had flooded her womb repeatedly, leaving her body swollen with the promise of new life.

Upon returning home, lisa faced the challenge of reuniting with her boyfriend eli. The contrast between her sweet, loving relationship with eli and the depraved, submissive dynamic with y/n created a complex emotional landscape for lisa to navigate.

Yet, the insatiable hunger for y/n’s touch never abated. Each weekend, lisa would eagerly make her way to y/n’s residence, her body tingling with anticipation. Once there, she would surrender herself completely to his carnal desires, becoming his obedient, breeding slut once more.

YN would claim her again and again, filling her womb with his seed and ensuring she remained perpetually pregnant with his children. The sounds of their lust-filled encounters would echo through the walls, a testament to their primal connection.

Afterwards, Lisa would return to Eli, her body still humming with the lingering effects of YN's possession. She would cherish the tender moments with her boyfriend, but the knowledge of her depraved activities with YN would always linger in the back of her mind, fueling her insatiable hunger.

This delicate balance, this duality of her life, was a constant source of excitement and torment for Lisa. But she wouldn't have it any other way, for she was YN's devoted, breeding slut, and that was the role she was born to play.

As the months passed, Lisa's belly grew ever more swollen with YN's countless children. One month, YN took Lisa to the hospital to check on her wellbeing during the pregnancy. The doctor, upon examining Lisa, couldn't believe his eyes.

“My goodness, how on earth are you pregnant with this many children?”

the doctor exclaimed in disbelief.

Lisa shamelessly replied with a giggle,

“Well, you see, my love y/n is just so insatiable.”

She laughed, reveling in the doctor's shock.

After the visit, Lisa returned home to Eli, eager to share the news of her pregnancy. Eli, none the wiser, believed the child was his, unaware that these children were the result of YN's relentless breeding.

Lisa, however, knew the truth. She cherished the tender moments with Eli, but her heart belonged to YN, the man who had claimed her as his devoted, fertile mate. The duality of her life only fueled her insatiable desires, as she eagerly awaited her next tryst with her master.

As the months turned into years, Lisa's bond with YN deepened to an all-consuming love. She had become utterly devoted to him, forgetting about her boyfriend Eli almost entirely. Her life now revolved around YN, the man who had claimed her as his own.

Day in and day out, YN continued to breed Lisa, filling her womb with his endless seed. Lisa reveled in this, her body swollen with the fruits of their carnal union. She cherished every moment, knowing that this was her true purpose - to be YN's fertile, obedient mate.

The debt that YN had given to Eli had opened up a new life for Lisa, one that she embraced wholeheartedly. She and YN were both grateful for this arrangement, as it had allowed them to indulge in their primal desires without restraint.

Lisa's days were now filled with the blissful sensations of YN's possession. She had found her true calling, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. This was her life now, and she was determined to savor every moment of it, basking in the love and devotion of her insatiable master, her true love Y/N.

#blackpink #lisa manoban #lisa smut #lisa blackpink #blackpink smut #blackpink lisa #kpop smut #idol smut #kpop #lisa

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slytherinshua · 1 day ago

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♩　HEAL THE SOUL 　( 최범규 )

genre sickfic , fluff , angst , beomgyu x fem!reader cw implied abusive parents for both beomgyu and reader , cold symptoms (cough/headache) , beomgyu and reader are homeless and ran away from home lol inspired by 0x1=lovesong and loser=lover , not proofread wc 1089 request yes note i swear this txt emo era needs to go away (or not and that just means more txt fics) net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet

You were sick. Nothing too serious, but something unpleasant enough to remind you to not take being healthy for granted. It was even worse now that you didn’t have a bed to sleep in, or warm food, or a shower. Beomgyu would have to drive another hour or two to the nearest public gym, and you really didn’t want to bother him enough for that just so you could ease your body with hot water.

Your head ached, though. And your throat felt a bit dry. You had coughing fits every hour or so, and not much appetite. But Beomgyu was paying close attention to you whenever he could, feeling your forehead for abnormal temperatures, and making sure you had enough layers to stay warm. It definitely wasn’t the most ideal time for you to fall ill, but there wasn’t much you could do to prevent it either.

Running away from your old town, your old life, with Beomgyu months ago had easily been the best decision of your life. Away from the constant headaches, the pain, the discomfort. Two broken souls in a beat up car driving until they found somewhere new to call home. That’s the life you two had now. But it wasn’t so bad. As long as you had each other, you got through alright.

Beomgyu had left five minutes ago to buy whatever the cheapest hot meal was at the gas station. You were parked in the empty parking lot by the old laundromat, bundled up in one of Beomgyu’s old hoodies. You couldn’t run the heating in the car while you were parked, much as you would like to. Already tight on money as it was, you both knew how important it was to save gas.

Your mind wandered as you looked out the window, headache pounding at your head as you shivered. You wondered what your mother would think of you if she saw you right now. How she would mock you for surviving off a twenty-year-old car and your old savings. You had worked hard to leave. Saved up as much money as possible from old part time jobs and bake sales. Although you had to give up luxuries like a warm bed, a functional kitchen, and the stability of a proper home, your current “homelessness” felt much more homely than your childhood house ever had.

Beomgyu joked about it with you all the time. How your similar childhood experiences of abuse had led you here into each other’s arms. How it wasn’t quite so bad if it meant you could spend the rest of forever with each other. Perhaps the scars were just pathways to a better future.

A cough bubbled in your chest and you scrunched your eyes shut in frustration. You were tired of this stupid cold. You rasped out a few painful coughs before your throat cleared, burning and sore as always. You tucked your legs up to your chest, staring up at the pink sky. It was pretty as always, but the earlier the sunset, the more you anticipated how cold the night in the car would be. You could hardly enjoy the pretty clouds or colours thinking of how much you would have to rely on Beomgyu’s body warmth again that night.

“Ramen and painkillers for only fifteen thousand won,” Beomgyu grinned as he slid back into the drivers’ seat of the car, two steaming bowls of ramen in each hand. One spicy and one mild chicken flavour. A small packet of Advil was stuffed into his pocket as well.

“Fifteen? How much of that was for the pills?” you asked a little on edge. What was not in your plan was to have your sickness burden down your expenses. It was already tight as it was.

“Ten thousand— But I won’t let you argue with me about this. I want you to feel better as quickly as possible,” Beomgyu said simply, placing the ramen on the dash of the car.

“Beomgyu.”

“I said I’m not gonna argue. I already paid for them, so you’d better take them,” he reiterated a little more sternly, giving you a stubborn look which you had rarely seen directed at you. You sighed, recognizing a losing battle before it even started. Grabbing that packet out of his hands you pushed one small pill out of its casing and gulped it down with a little water. Beomgyu’s smile came back on his face as soon as you swallowed.

“Now eat.” He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and scooped up a few noodles between them. Blowing on them softly, he held them out to you, carefully feeding you the warm broth-coated noodles. You hummed in thanks, grabbing the bowl from his hands and sipping more of the warm soup part.

It had been a while since you’d had a hot meal. Even if it was just instant ramen, it soothed your throat better than anything else had. Your headache was starting to subside thanks to the painkillers, and you were once again grateful for how attentively Beomgyu took care of you. He knew exactly what you needed without you even having to ask.

The feeling was foreign. Of course, it had been years since you had first fallen in love with him. But having someone who truly cared still took adjusting to. You’d always had to beg your parents for basic things like clothes without holes in them and medicine for flu season. Years of being ignored and neglected made the switch hard to properly process.

You hoped you could at least repay him with the same amount of love and attention that he showed you. Out of anyone you had ever met, Beomgyu certainly deserved it.

After you both ate and cleaned up, driving around the deserted roads until you found a safe spot to park for the night, Beomgyu took out his grandpa’s old guitar and gave it a few strums. Adjusting the tuning of the old strings only took him a minute to do thanks to years of practice. He played almost every night. And on nights when he didn’t, he would still sing you to sleep while you were wrapped safely in his arms.

The life you had chosen to live with Beomgyu certainly wasn’t easy, but every hour you spent in his company you felt your hope grow a little more. Some little voice inside your heart told you everything would work out. Because if you had Beomgyu by your side, what else did you need?

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adumbratrapedme · 3 days ago

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Normal day during pregnancy| kenma x reader

characters: kenma | wc idk | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, teen pregnancy series masterlists here! Synopsis. This is just a little scenario during the pregnancy, random, nothing important!

It was a cloudy Thursday morning, and the halls of Nekoma High were as busy as usual. The sound of students rushing to class filled the air, and the school bell rang, signaling the start of the next period.

You and Kenma had just finished your first class of the day, and you both were heading to the cafeteria for a quick lunch. As you walked side-by-side down the hallway, you felt the familiar discomfort of your body adjusting to the changes. You had been feeling more tired lately, and even the simplest of walks left you slightly out of breath. Kenma, who was usually absorbed in his phone, noticed you slowing down.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked quietly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little tired. I’m getting used to it.”

Kenma didn’t say anything at first, but you could see the concern on his face. His fingers twitched as though he wanted to take your hand but hesitated. He had always been a bit shy about physical affection, especially in public, but you could sense that he was more protective of you these days.

Once you reached the cafeteria, you both grabbed a tray of food, and Kenma found a quiet corner for the two of you to sit. You had always liked eating with Kenma, the calm and comfortable atmosphere, but today, your appetite felt a little off. You poked at your food, your mind wandering.

Kenma glanced at you, noticing your lack of enthusiasm for the meal. “Not hungry?” he asked, his voice soft. He wasn’t one to press, but he always noticed the small things.

You shook your head lightly. “I am, but I just don’t feel like eating much... I’ve been feeling off the last couple of days.”

Kenma nodded, though a faint frown tugged at his lips. “You should try to eat something. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

You appreciated his concern, even if he wasn’t always the best with words. He might not have been the most expressive, but you knew he cared deeply. “I’ll eat more after school. I think I just need some time to adjust.”

He nodded again and then, almost like clockwork, turned his attention back to his phone. Kenma often preferred a more subdued pace in his day, which worked well for the both of you. While you didn’t talk much during lunch, his presence was comforting.

After school, you and Kenma took the bus back to your neighborhood. You had walked most of the way home in the past, but lately, the added fatigue made it easier to take the bus (for kenma's dissmai) and he also started noticing how you seemed a little slower while getting off the bus.

“Hey, do you need a break? We can take a seat for a while before walking the rest of the way,” Kenma suggested, his voice quieter than usual as he gave you a concerned glance.

You smiled at him, grateful for his sensitivity. “I’m fine. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.”

Even though you were determined to keep going, you appreciated how Kenma’s quiet support seemed to surround you. He always adjusted his pace to yours, whether you were rushing or slowing down.

Once you arrived at your place, you flopped onto the couch, feeling the weight of the day catch up with you. Your lower back ached slightly, and your feet felt sore after a full day at school.

Kenma, who had quietly followed you inside, came over with a glass of water. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “Drink this. You’ve been resting a lot, but you still need to stay hydrated.”

You accepted the glass with a grateful smile. “Thanks, You’ve been looking out for me all day.”

He shrugged slightly, his usual nonchalance in full effect. “It’s nothing. Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sipped the water slowly, leaning back on the couch. Kenma sat beside you, pulling his knees up to his chest as he resumed playing his game, but now and then, he’d glance over at you, making sure you were comfortable.

The quiet moments with him, where he wasn’t talking much but was still present, made you feel safe. Even though your situation was anything but ordinary—being in your first year of high school and already pregnant—Kenma’s steady, unwavering presence was your anchor. You could already feel the baby’s slight movements, but it was still early, and you weren’t showing much yet. For now, it was just the two of you adjusting to this new phase of life.

As the evening wore on, you both settled into your routine: him with his gaming and you with your homework, the soft sounds of his concentration mixing with the quiet of the room. There was a comfort in this, in knowing that no matter how the world around you changed, the two of you would always be there for each other.

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@chilichopsticks @dreadnoughtus101 @starykari @staygoldsquatchling02 @alpha-mommy69 @curlyhairkk @b1xi @reuka1 @feyrfly @elmaa127

Only Kenma Taglist:

@kodzubaby

if you want to be part of the taglist you can always DM me or coment! also if u only want to be tagged on specific characters.

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alwayzadorbs · 3 days ago

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Hello!

Could you do what happens if you teasingly call Lucifer "Daddy"?

Ask and you shall receive, Anon!

rating: 18+ smut

Needing help on your homework, you turned to the most competent demon brother, inches away from the door to his room, and you knocked.

"Is that you, Mc? Come in.." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, like music to your ears, leaving you wanting more.

you pushed the door open, "Oh, Mr. Lucifer, I need help with my homework!" you smiled, bumping the door shut with your foot

Laughing, Lucifer said "How can I say no when you say it like that? Come sit on my lap"

You quickly obliged, homework in hand, you sat right down on his lap. You placed your papers on his desk, getting comfortable on his lap, pressing against his dick.

"You don't think you can get away teasing me, do you?" he rode his hands over your hips, all the way up to your chest.

Sitting on Lucifer's lap, you devised the devious plan to tease him. smirking, you purred that sweet word.

"Daddy, don't punish me!"

"Hm, What was that? Speak up, little lamb. I didn't quite hear you." He chuckled, looking down at you with those enchantingly rouge, lidded eyes. He softly guides your chin with his fingers, turning your head to look him in the eyes.

Shifting your weight on his lap, "I said, Please don't punish me, Daddy!" leaning closer to him, inching your lips closer to his as he explored your body with his hands.

You could feel his already hard dick spring to life in his pants. Closing the gap, Lucifer leaned in to meet your lips. His rosy, soft lips were what you craved, your eyes always drifted down to them.

He chuckled, breaking the kiss "I can never say no to you when you call me names like that." his face was flushed, staring down at you with lustful eyes. He slowly grinded into you, using his hands to tear your shirt right off, buttons falling to the floor.

He grabbed you and sat up, carrying you to his bed, and pushed you beneath him. His knee fell right against your crotch, spreading your legs as he towered over you. He brought his hand to his mouth, biting the end of his glove, pulling it off, and throwing it to the side. After his gloves were off, he didn't waste any time feeling you up, acquainting himself with every inch of your body, circling his hands over your nipples.

He couldn't help but beam as you made the noises he longed to hear under him, leaning back, he tore your pants right off. Lucifer couldn't help himself when he saw you completely vulnerable underneath him, he leaned down on you, kissing you before trailing down to your neck, down your chest and torso, flashing you a devilish smile before spreading your legs and trapping you under him.

Holding your legs apart, He didn't waste a second, gently kissing your sensitive bits before lightly licking and circling his tongue around you. You couldn't help but moan as he sped up, testing what gets the biggest reaction out of you, wandering around your area with his tongue, humming in satisfaction when he tasted your juices, lapping them up like it was life-saving water in the desert. The world started feeling fuzzy as pleasure radiated through your body, not caring anymore about who heard your moans. Lucifer noticed how much you were enjoying this, motivating him to please you. Your legs shook, and you twitched for a moment before Lucifer tightened his grip on your legs, keeping them apart through your orgasm.

Breathing heavily and coming back to your senses, you felt a bit embarrassed after becoming a blubbering mess from just Lucifer's mouth.

"Oh, did you think I was done with you?" Lucifer chuckled, bringing himself up in between your legs, he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it to the side before sliding his pants down, finally freeing his throbbing cock, it slapped his skin as it sprung out.

You let your eyes feast on the sight before you, his neck leading you down from his Adam's apple, to his firm but soft-looking pecs with pinkish nipples resting atop them, you gazed at his abs, trailing down to his cum-gutters then down to the prize-his lengthy cock, The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, and his dick was flush from blood flow. Taking his place, he pushed against your crotch, in between your legs. He leaned down to kiss you passionately before teasing your entrance, sliding his cock up and down, almost pushing in but pulling out right before.

You whined, looking at him angrily, "Stop teasing me!" you pouted

"Try again." he said firmly, looking down at you with a smirk, pushing into you again, sliding against your sex but not inside of you

"Stop teasing me...Please.." pausing for a moment, before looking up at him "Daddy, I need you inside me"

His smirk grew into a grin, "Since you asked so nicely." he said before gently pushing his firm dick inside you, groaning as he felt the warm embrace of your hole.

Slowly thrusting into you, he rode his hand from your pelvis to your neck, gently wrapping his hands around it. Ever so tenderly squeezing your neck as he trusted deeper inside you, reaching that sweet spot.

"Ah~! Fuck" You yipped the moment he hit that spot, the world went white, giving you a little star show.

"So~ it must feel good when I hit right there, hm, Mc?" He picked up the pace, rocking his hips into you, squeezing your chest with one hand. He pulled out before flipping you on your knees, shoving your face down into the bedding, guiding your hips into his with his hands. You gasped as he nudged his dick inside you, pushing more than he was able to fit before.

"Good little lamb~ take all of me in." he sighed, pushing most of his dick inside of you

Mind, fully blank at this point, you moaned his name as he trusted into you, each time pushing you farther over the edge,

"Oh..! Daddy, Please!" you begged him, hearing this only made him fuck you harder

"Please what?" he chuckled, securing your arms behind your back by holding your wrists with one hand

"Please, Don't stop!" you shouted, feeling the fuzziness come back, the heat welling inside your stomach, the tingles as you're about to climax

"Mm~ ah," Lucifers moaned as his thrusts intensified, his grip on your wrists releasing, instead, he gripped the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. As the last grip of control Lucifer had, shredded away, his demon form revealed itself in all its glory. His beautiful raven wings spread out, gently flapping, a sweat bead rolled off his forehead, soaking a minuscule portion of the bedsheet.

the room was filled with a symphony of moans before you were both completely undone, You were filled with bliss as well as Lucifer's warm cum, and your legs shook as you came for the second time that night at Lucifer's mercy.

your eyelids felt heavy as you rolled over in the bed after Lucifer fell to the spot next to you, gazing into your eyes..

"I love you, Mc." you heard him say, as you shut your eyes, feeling his hand push a loose strand of hair out of the way.

#obey me lucifer #obey me luci x reader #obey me #lucifer x reader #obey me luficer #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #smut #obey me smut #lucifer smut #lucifer morningstar

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cherryblossompink303 · 11 hours ago

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Patience: ~Y/n in wonderland!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: You find yourself having the strangest dream ➼ what to expect: "you can never admit that you are happy to help, you always put up a front of ulterior motives" ➼ warnings: Angst ➼ Part Twelve / Part Fourteen

"Please make sure that you are presentable y/n, Mr and Mrs Ootori should be arriving in half an hour" you took in your fathers words but they weren't fully processing, zoned out staring into the distance. You nod half mindedly.

"I am serious, this meeting is important" his voice is stern, attempting to make eyecontact with you. "Yes father" you mutter which seems to satiate him for now, leaving you sat alone out in the garden of your home estate. You sigh, head tilting back, which is when you see a pink rabbit in your upside down state. "huh?"

As you turn yourself round to the correct way you see that there is indeed a pink stuffed rabbit tumbling around the house. "what the-" you follow the rabbit down the hallway and out of the house. "Wait hold on!" You break out into a run as the rabbit rolled down your garden.

The rabbit waved tauntingly at you before dropping into a remarkably large rabbit hole. "No! Wait! Ah-" as you chase after it you trip on a tree root sending you down the rabbit hole.

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Y/N in wonderland!

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After falling after what felt like hours you finally land in what appears to be an abandoned music room."Ow."

Creaking brings your attention to a young boy who appears to be half monkey climbing out a piano "Excuse me!" The boy yelps at the sign of you. "Do you know where i am-"

The boy takes off as soon as you start talking, eating a banana and seemingly shrinking and disappearing through a tiny door. You kneel in front of the door, opening it, finding the rabbit and the monkey boy, who both take off at the sight of you.

"Where did that thing come from? There's gotta be some way out of here right? Unless..." you wander to the bunch of bananas, eating one which makes you shrink to a tiny size. Wander through the small door you find yourself in a corridor of light bulbs. "Promised?" you read the illuminated message. "Banana?"

As you read it out you slip on a Banana peel, launching down the tunnel and a hole at the end, shooting you into a pool. As you float to the top you find yourself somewhere else "Okay so now i'm in a pool?" You climb out.

"you've cried quite a bit huh?"

"huh?"

"You must have, to fill a pool this size. See this water is an accumulation of all the tears you've shed in life. It's rather impressive actually. Looks as though you've been through more than your fair share of hardships. Speaking of which I'd get out of there if I were you"

"Huh?"

The sound of water splashing draws attention to the fact that there a three crocodiles emerging from the water, approaching her. you yelp as you leap backwards out of the pool "What in the world?"

"What were those things?"

The crocodiles retreat, disappearing into the water.

"This place is way more dangerous than I thought. Hang on am I back to my original size?"

"Not yet. But we can take care of that for you. If you're interested."

"What are you talking about?" You approach the caterpillar on the mushroom. "It won't be cheap though"

"I figured, you can never admit that you are happy to help, you always put up a front of ulterior motives"

The caterpillar leans over to look down at you "Who are you?"

"I- At this point I hardly know"

"Explain yourself"

You sit before the mushroom "I don't think I can, I don't really know myself so I cannot explain myself"

"Ah, we have guests" you turn around to find a boy shrouded in black approaching holding the hand of a little girl. "Yes, hello. Might my sister and I have a bit of mushroom?"

"Of course, we can settle your tab at the end of the month"

"You know I think You're the most shrewd caterpillar I've ever met. What kind of stuff are you always writing down in that book of yours, huh?"

"Oh, anything, and everything. That's odd. You said 'always' just now, and yet you and I have never met"

"Always? Did I? I suppose you so seem incredibly... familiar"

The boy and girl bite into some mushrooms, causing the boy to shrink into a baby and the girl into a woman. "I'm sorry that's not exactly what I had in mind about getting back to size"

"Hey look! That little baby's crawling away all by himself!" You cry, noting that a door has appeared out of nowhere. "It's not any of my business" The caterpillar spoke.

You roll your eyes "typical, always picking and choosing" You run through the door, yet again tripping on a banana peel.

A laugh comes from seemingly nowhere "Nice going!"

"You may refer to me as duchess" A squeaky voice informs you. "huh?" as you stand up you realise you're suddenly in a kitchen. "The woman making banana soup over there is my cook, and this worthless lay-about is my cat"

"Pretty amazing cat. I've never seen one smirk like that before" you flinch as suddenly a ladel flies past your head, hitting the wall in front of you "Why do I have to be the stupid cook?" she starts launching bananas and dishes in the duchess' direction, who dodges them all. "It's not fair! I quit! You're always having fun and I always have to play the villain! Tamaki you idiot!"

"So does this mean you're the baby's mother?"

"Are you concerned for the child?"

"I'm just glad he found his way home, to have a safe place, a home, is the best thing."

"Well, I'm afraid I must be off now, would you look after him while I'm gone?" she hands the baby over to you "For how long?" the duchess shrugs "I couldn't say. I've been summoned to appear in court"

"Court?" The duchess disappeares in a hole in the floor.

"You know she's just pulling your leg. That doll doesn't really even belong to her in the first place." The cat speaks "huh?" you look down to find that you're suddenly holding a curse doll. "Hey what happended to-" You turn back to find that the cat is gone.

You place the doll down, leaving the room and finding yourself in a hallway. "Mr. Cat?" You spot him leaning against a pillar which he disappears behind. "Wait!"

"Over here" The cat pops up in a different place. "Pretty neat huh?"

"Um, sure, I guess"

"I can disappear" he hides behind the pillar, popping out from another one "And reappear, anywhere"

"That's great" You sound less than impressed at the trick. "So listen, I'm a little turned around. Do you mind telling me the best way to get out of here?"

"That depends" he switches places once again "On where you're trying to go?"

"Home of course. Back to where I was before"

"I'm afraid leaving here without an audience with the queen..."

"Is strictly forbidden"

"An audience with the queen?" you start walking down the hall once more

"You might say..." "That the queen..." "Keep close tabs..." "On all her subjects"

"This is ridiculous. If you want to talk, come out and stand still. Both of you"

"Both of us?" "What do you mean?"

you roll your eyes "Never mind" you walk off, leaving the cats behind.

Eventually you reach what appears to be a cafeteria, with a boy in a hat, a doormouse, and a hare sat at it. "No room" the boy says, both absolute and flippant at the same time

"Huh?"

"Yeah. No room left, sorry"

You look at the table, louds of chairs left empty. "Why there's plenty of room" you point out, sitting down opposite them "Can I ask you guys a question about this place?"

"You are quite closed off huh?"

"What?"

"You do not trust something a person tells you, be that as it may you will open up one day you know"

"I don't exactly have many people to trust"

"You look so different today, you're clothes are very...european"

"Well I am european, how else would I dress?" It took you a second to realise that a good majority of the people you have spoken to are japanese. "I forgot she doesn't know yet"

"Know what? You know, if you keep scarfing down junk food like that, you're gonna get cavities"

"Be sure to brush your teeth when you're finished" The doormouse reminds the hare. "Okay"

"A riddle!" the boy announces "Why is a teacup and a teapot rarely found in the same place on a table?"

"Well surely they do? they were found in the cupboard together if you have any organisation."

"Not in a cupboard, on a table. They match, they work together and go hand in hand and yet they are always seperated. Why?"

"I suppose it does not make sense"

"It doesn't!" the boy exclaims.

"Hey! Would you like a glass of red wine?" The hare asked. "Sorry I don't drink, i'd rather have tea"

The boy leans over to the hair "She is so suited to place alice it's unreal, she's even quoting it back to us"

The clock chimed loudly "It's always three o'clock here" "Whcih means it's always snack time!"

"So, then, where is this place we're in anyway? i mean a little while ago I was sat at my house with my father....waiting for one of this business friends to arrive to discuss...my betrothal"

The boy closes the pocket watch "Riddle me this, what do you and Kyoya have in common now?"

"Kyoya? Kyoya...Ootori? the boy who..."

"What will you do once you're engaged?"

"Once you're engaged, to this boy, what will you do?"

"Well...go about my life I suppose, hope that the boy is kinder than i know his father to be"

"You do not trust that the two of you can be friends?"

"I can't, the only person I can trust to look after me is me"

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you think that?"

"Because that has been the case most of my life"

"But that won't mean that it will always be the case, perhaps the reason you think you can't depend on others is that you reject it"

"Huh?"

You get cut off by a fanfare of trumpets "The queen is now holding court"

"The duchess is scheduled to be executed"

You stand up "That's an outrage!" the boy sips his tea "One does not fight the queen's whim trust me"

"Well, I can't sit here and do nothing!" you run off

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"Duchess. You stand before us now, accused of coming to the Royal Music Festival by invitation, do you confess to your transgression?" you slam the door open into the royal court "What transgression?"

"Who disrupts this court?" the king questions.

"I do. I'm here as legal council of the accused"

"With all due respect your majesty. It is my duty to attend the royal music festival"

"Even if it means leaving your precious child alone? Your crime is not a question of attendance, but of abandonment. This act is unforgivable. To cause such loneliness in a child"

"Your majesty the child was not abandoned."

“When a mother leaves because she must, the child understands! Sure, they have to defend themselves, but they’ll have plenty of help if they know where to look!” You remind, unaware of where your thoughts are coming from.

“Besides, if you execute the duchess, how is her child any better off-?”

“Silence yourself, wretch! There’s no room for your emotions in this courtroom!”

“But that’s absurd! To conduct law without emotion, you might as well leave it up to some sort of machine!”

The king seems speechless, “Astounding insolence. Tell me, precisely how long have you been in the legal profession? Are you even qualified to practice law in this court? Are you not, in fact, guilty yourself? Why don’t we discuss your crime?”

You take a step back, confused, “What on earth are you-”

"Page hand!" The pink bunny from earlier tumbles in, handing the king a piece of paper "I submit to the court a bank account registered in your name containing all the money your family has ever given you"

"huh?"

"Do you or do you not have a bank account as an emergency fund in case you ever need to escape and provide for yourself?"

"i- yes- but that is not a crime-"

"Theft is however, you have been asking your parents for money for appliances and school supplies and then putting the money into the account instead haven't you?"

"Witnesses! Those party to the crimes of this so called lawyer are demanded to come forward and testify"

From seemingly nowhere the boy in the hat appears in court "It would be my privilage, your majesty"

"What are you doing here?"

"This girl has what might be charitably called a lack of faith in her surroundings"

"What?"

"She has put up a strong wall to ensure that regardless of what happens she will be okay, and in turn placing the finishing line at okay and have not even considered happiness"

the jury of girls in masks laugh "Now how is it you know my name?"

"Huh?"

"My name, how do you know it?"

"How do i know?"

The cats appear out of nowhere "Yeah, and somehow you knew we were twins"

"And about my little black book, lest we forget"

"And about my cavity"

"How is that?"

"Well I..."

"Hasn't it sunk in yet?" the king takes his mask off "You've certainly made a life for yourself here y/n"

"Father you're the king...does that mean" you turn to the queen who remains seated "You are so big now" she speaks

"Don't let the fact that i left persuade you that everyone will"

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"Wow, i've never seen you dose off like that before" You wake up to find Tamaki dressed as the mad hatter shaking you awake. "Hurry up and get ready, we have guests coming every minute now" he nods to a blue dress hanging up in the corner.

You shake your head through a smile as you approach the costume. "I hope you guys are right about this"

Next time on patience 'Covering the famous host club!'

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nausicaamusiclover20 · 6 hours ago

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NAUSICA I LOVE SO FREAKING MUCH YOUR WORK

i have a idea for a smutty fanfic with james hetfield 🥳

idk if someone already asked you this but anyways.

I just had the idea of a fanfic of James who is married to reader and they have Cali (James's first daughter) newborn and reader's mother spends almost every day at her house with her granddaughter and those things, and because of those things they have not been able to have sex for months. But one night when his daughter and reader's mother are sleeping they have sex. It may sound strange but since James hasn't fucked for months, he goes a little hard, rough and very vocal with reader and makes everyone else wake up?

thank you so much!

Thank you so much for loving my stories. I'm so sorry if I'm posting this now. I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mauture themes, sexual themes, strong language

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Interrupted desire

The house was finally silent. After months of exhaustion, between taking care of our newborn daughter, Cali, and my mother practically moving in to "help," James and I hadn't had a moment alone. Every night, we were either too tired or interrupted, and with my mother always around, privacy was nonexistent. Intimacy had become a distant memory.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

Cali was fast asleep in her bassinet, her tiny breaths even and peaceful. My mother had passed out in the guest room after an entire day of fussing over her granddaughter. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no interruptions. No baby cries, no unannounced visits—just me, James, and a tension that had been simmering for months.

I barely had time to process it when James's hands were on me, his lips finding mine in a desperate kiss. His touch was rough, needy, and I felt my stomach tighten with anticipation. Months. It had been months since we had touched each other like this, and judging by the way James was gripping me, I wasn’t the only one feeling the ache of longing.

"Fuck, Y/N... you have no idea how much I've missed this," he growled against my skin, his voice thick with need. His hands slid under my shirt, rough fingers dancing over my skin, making me shiver.

I gasped as he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the mattress with a hunger that made my body burn. He wasn't holding back tonight. There was no slow build-up, no gentle teasing. Just raw, unfiltered need.

"James—" I barely got his name out before he was on me, his mouth trailing down my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he bit down, sucking marks onto my flesh. His body pressed against mine in a way that made me dizzy. The bed creaked beneath us as he moved, his groans mixing with my gasps.

He was rough. Desperate. Months of frustration poured into every movement. His hands gripped my hips tightly, keeping me right where he wanted me. He flipped me onto my stomach, his fingers pressing bruises into my skin as he yanked my hips back against him.

"You're mine, Y/N. Fuck, I’ve needed you so bad," he rasped, voice raw and wrecked.

The way he was panting, groaning, muttering curses under his breath—he wasn’t holding back, and neither was I. My fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to muffle my own moans, but it was impossible. The headboard hit the wall with a rhythmic thud, and the bedframe creaked louder than I remembered.

Too loud.

James didn’t seem to care. If anything, it only fueled him. His grip on my waist tightened, his thrusts growing even more relentless. He tangled a hand in my hair, tugging my head back as his teeth scraped against my shoulder. "Take it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good."

And then—

"What the hell?!"

The voice sliced through the air like a bucket of ice water.

James froze. My heart nearly stopped.

We turned in sync toward the door, where my mother stood, wide-eyed and horrified. In the crib, Cali stirred, letting out a tiny, confused wail.

James let out a long, frustrated groan and buried his face in the crook of my neck. "God damn it."

Heat flooded my face as I scrambled to grab the covers, my mind racing for an explanation—any explanation—but what could I even say?

Before I could come up with anything, my mother sighed dramatically. "For god's sake, at least have the decency to put a pillow behind the damn headboard next time!"

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and marched down the hall, muttering under her breath about "young people and their hormones."

As soon as she disappeared, silence hung in the air for a long moment before James let out a breathy chuckle. "Oops."

I swatted at his chest, laughing despite myself. "Oops?! That’s all you have to say?"

James smirked, nuzzling into my neck. "What else can I say? Next time, I’ll try to keep it quieter."

James collapsed on top of me, breathless and defeated. "We finally get a moment and this happens."

I let out a helpless laugh, still reeling. "Well... at least now she knows we’re still married."

He groaned again, rolling off me, arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me close. "We’re trying this again tomorrow. No interruptions."

"If we survive the embarrassment," I teased.

I rolled my eyes, but the truth was, I couldn’t wait for next time.

And honestly? It really was worth it.

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megapteraurelia · 4 hours ago

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kuroo tetsurou and you did not have lots of interactions, usually.

so you were more than surprised when he turned to you during chemistry class and looked at you through the tuft of black hair falling into his eyes and let out a string of words that seemingly made no sense to you. his gaze cast away, a certain air of embarrassment hanging in the air when you didn’t answer, and he turned away, mumbling to himself.

“wait, did you just compare me to acid?”

“no, not acid— more like…the reaction is just so explosive, like us— i mean, just us as in people, or like—” he breathed out carefully, and then shook his head at himself, laughter stealing itself to his voice as he rubbed his jaw, “never mind. i already fucked it up.”

now, you were not the brightest person in this world, but you could smell a butchered pick up line from a mile away. and the way kuroo tetsurou rested his chin on the inside of his hand, fingers covering his temple, effectively shielding his face from you, with the faintest of pink covering his ears, told you just how secretly embarrassed he was.

kuroo was cute, you thought.

it didn’t take a miracle for you to come to the conclusion, especially not when you were used to hearing his loud voice boom through the class during the breaks. he was the one trying to keep some class-visiting friends in line, naturally assuming the leading role to hush them down, blissfully unaware at the same amount of loud energy he was returning. he also didn’t escape you when he tried coaxing his blonde friend to eat more, offering to share his food only to try to bait him into taking it instead, when he got rejected.

you didn’t interact often, but kuroo tetsurou’s presence was hard to miss and the tiny flutter of your heart in response to noticing him hard to ignore.

“so,” you leaned a little over to him, and subconsciously, he had already started to accommodate you, lowering his head to catch your voice, “if you had to guess and we were, say, a chemical compound, would we be stable or unstable?”

his eyes lit up, a sly little look overtaking the embarrassment despite the little blush on his cheeks, and you could see his mouth curving up into a little grin, entirely too comfortable to walk the line between smooth-talking and sounding like the biggest nerd you had the fortunate luck of sharing seats with, “good question. we’d probably be unstable.”

oh.

you already felt your blood rushing to cover your skin in an embarrassed hue of red because you thought you were slick with that one. unstable? humiliating— but then he continued talking.

“but in a good way, you know? like, when two elements are drawn together, even if it’s turbulent. a little bit of controlled chaos makes things exciting, right?”

he looked at you with what was supposed to be a lazy smirk, though it wobbled with slight nervosity. one finger of his tried to brush away his fringe of hair, but the black strands fell back onto his face almost effortlessly. he really was cute, and for a split second you wondered the type of kisser he would be.

“so, like sodium and water?”

“okay, hold,” he held up a hand, trying to keep his expression in check (and failing to do so), “maybe not that exciting. that’s a little too dangerous, though it’s nice to know you like me that much.”

you nudged his shoulder away from you at the cheesiness, body straightening up again and an eye roll escaped you though you were anything but annoyed. if anything, you were a little charmed by the cowlicked hair, his eyes trained on you and the slight smile that didn’t know whether it should make fun of you or flirt with you.

maybe he could do both.

you then decided to just try your luck because there was no way he tried to actually flirt with you using chemistry if he wasn’t at least the least bit interested, right?

“yeah, yeah. maybe you should teach me some of that.”

he stared for a little while, silent and stumped (because it worked? holy—), though when he turned back to look back to the front of the class, you noticed the small, secret movement of him fist pumping the air and the stifled smile threatening to overtake his features.

(after class, you definitely didn’t overhear kuroo tetsurou whisper-yelling that you didn’t deny liking him, only for him to act all cool about it in the same minute.

as if it was only natural for it to happen, he kept flexing his arms and striking ridiculous poses at the prospect that you supposedly were only one hair width away from being wooed by him.

his blonde-haired friend did not seem impressed. at all.)

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kittynugg · 3 days ago

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chapter four is out!!

chapters: 1/2/3/4/?

words: 3,523

p.s: reblogs are greatly appreciated because i want people to see my shit so reblog this if you like it please!!!

“Get up, Soos, you’re being dramatic.”

Dipper nudged the side of Soos’ head with his foot. Ford watched with a glass of water in his hand, the plan B they decided upon if Soos was actually unconscious. Soos had been laying there for all of two minutes. He looked.. Dead. Which was why Ford was primed and ready to dump an entire cup of water directly onto his face, no other reason for that, there was absolutely no grudge that was exacerbated by that “I told you so”.

..Maybe a little bit of negativity. Fine. And maybe, just maybe he was maybe perhaps kind of sort of hoping Soos wouldn’t wake up just so he could give him that rude awakening.

“Oh, no, it looks like he is not waking up!” He declared with his signature melodrama, clapping a hand to his cheek in mock surprise. “I suppose that means I have to do this! How unfortunate..” A dainty sip was taken of the water, then he unceremoniously dumped it on Soos. Either he was dead, a heavy sleeper, or a very good actor, because that man did not flinch.

Stan poked his head into the room. “Soos still dead?” Slippers flip-flopped against the tile as he fully walked in. Ford had always hated that noise, but now it was even more grating than usual. He chalked it up to his rough morning.

Kneeling to check Soos’ pulse, Dipper shook his head. “He’s still alive, at least. Just, uh.. Now he’s soaked.” His tiny Grunkle chose to ignore the glare he cast him because it was their agreed upon idea and hence he was not directly at fault.

Though, he did silently commend Dipper for the pragmatic approach of checking vitals.

“Soos,” grumbled Stan firmly. Then he said something that threw Ford for a loop but made Dipper facepalm as if it was some brilliant idea he should have thought of ages ago. “Pizza.”

And, like a daisy, Soos sprang up. “Where!?” He huffed, glancing around. Once his eyes caught Stan, he stopped and waved at him. “Oh, hey Mister Pines!”

“Don’t look behind you. That’s an order.” Stan leaned against the counter with knitted brows. Ford was sure to stay out of Soos’ line of sight. “And quit calling me that, I’m not payin’ you anymore.”

Soos steadfastly obliged as if Stan was, er, still paying him. “Don’t call you ‘Mister Pines’..” he trailed off and his eyes sparkled. “..Dad..?”

“..No, Soos.”

Ford felt that secondhand embarrassment.

They both just stared at each other for a moment, then Soos gave a thumbs-up. “Got it, Mister Stan!” He said as if that didn’t just happen. “Anyway,” turning around, he pointed at Ford and shrieked, “AW, DUDE!! YOU’RE ALL LITTLE!!”

“..that is why you fainted just now, yes,” the newly de-aged child seethed, his ears ringing from the sheer volume at which Soos decided to announce the obvious. “Please don’t faint again.” Any words that could describe the sheer exasperation he felt had slipped from his vocabulary. He could not handle another round of this. Not now.

Soos swayed on his feet but was righted by Stan’s hand on his shoulder (not without a roll of the older man’s eyes), then sucked in a deep breath. He took a few more slow breaths and blinked. “Okay, dawg, I’m good now.”

“Good.” Ford’s head bobbed in a nod, then he straightened his posture, folded his hands behind his back, and paid no mind to how stupid he surely looked. “Now!” He held up a finger. “I am going to be frank with all of you and say that I don’t care for.. This.” A deep, childish grimace formed on his face as he gestured down to his tiny body.

The three others in the room gave their respective muttered responses (Ford chose to disregard the statements that he was kind of cute), and he outstretched a hand toward Soos.

“Soos, if you could hand me that vial again so I can run some tests on the remaining liquid?”

A wide-eyed, opposite-of-reassuring look was cast back at him. “I totally got rid of it, dawg.”

…

If looks could kill, Soos would have been dispatched in a violent explosion. “Soos” as a concept would have been eradicated from this putrid Earth. His fists were clenched, his cheeks were puffed up, his entire body was turning red with rage– he could feel it.

And what did they do?

They laughed at him.

Stan wiped a metaphorical tear from his eye, slapping Soos on the back with his free hand, then pointed at Ford. “Aw– He looks like he needs a nap!”

That.. hurt. He was upset about this, why would they make fun of-

“Watch out, Grunkle Stan!” Dipper gasped with mock fear. “He’s gonna throw tiny hands!” That only made the three of them laugh harder, which made tears spring to Ford’s eyes.

Soos sobered fairly quickly. Lucky Ford. He went quiet and nudged Stan’s shoulder with worry etched in his expression. “Dudes, I think he’s crying,” whispered the handyman and conman-in-training as if Ford couldn’t hear him, pointing at Ford as if he couldn’t see him. Which he couldn’t for the most part because his vision was blurry from tears.

“..I am not crying.” Ford sniveled, his hands moving to swipe at his eyes. “I got pancake syrup in my eye.”

After a moment’s pause he deduced that, judging by their unimpressed stares, nobody believed him whatsoever. The urge to pinky promise that he was telling the truth was not lost on him and absolutely mortified him. He raised a fist to cover his mouth as he cleared his throat, his expression hardening. “Perhaps my emotional maturity regressed slightly with my age, fine,” he admitted. He cracked a desperate smile and brushed a hand through his hair.

“But you didn’t really get rid of it, right?” A chuckle bubbled up in his chest and escaped him with a manic edge. “Because the contents, no matter how little and insignificant, could potentially be reverse-engineered into a cure and save me from being this for the remainder of my natural life!”

All eyes were on Soos, now, if you exclude Soos’ eyes which were locked on Ford in terror. “Dude, I wouldn’t joke about that, I buried it in the woods while you were sleeping last night.”

“..Soos, what– Dipper, leave the room for a moment.” Ford gestured toward the door with a sweep of his arm. His expression had blanked by then, features set with a hollow look that somehow didn’t at all reflect the anger he felt and simultaneously depicted it ten-fold.

When Dipper slowly backed out of the room (unable to resist the urge to peek in from behind the doorframe), Ford acted without putting a second of thought into it. He clambered up Soos’s body, gripping his shirt to hold himself up and meet his eyes, and screamed into his face, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”

“DUDE!” Soos yelled in surprise. “I’M SORRY, LIL’ MISTER PINES! I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” He grabbed the tiny goblin shrieking at him by his underarms and tried to pull him away, but Ford was persistent. His knuckles went white, fists shaking around the fabric scrunched up in them.

And he just.. Yelled at this poor man.

He didn’t even know what he was saying at that point. Stanford Pines had checked out, and this little rage monster had taken his place. ..That was what it felt like. The only thing that had actually left was his ability to stop. Every word he barked out seemed to loosen the tightness in his chest a little more, but was immediately replaced with twice the tension. His voice almost sounded muffled at that point, along with Soos’ frantic apologies and Stan telling him not to take prisoners.

“YOU HAVE TO BE ONE OF THE MOST INCOMPETENT, UNINTELLIGENT, BUMBLING IDIOTS I’VE MET IN ALL THE DIMENSIONS I’VE BEEN TO!! AND I HAVE BEEN IN A HELL OF A LOT OF–”

Before he could finish word-vomiting he felt his face bury into something soft and warm and everything went dark. Two arms snugly wrapped around him, and after a moment of thrashing, wiggling and clawing he went still.

Was that.. Breathing?

He tilted his head to press his ear to the surface.

Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump.

That was nice. He just let himself listen to it.

Quickly as he was pulled in, he was pulled away into the cold, bright and scary “real world” that had become unfamiliar to him in the maybe ten seconds he spent with his face in Stan’s chest. The twin in question stared back at him expectantly. “You still gonna kill Soos, or what?” He questioned, holding Ford in the same way Soos had attempted to– like an angry cat. “Because you know I’ll be pissed if you do that.”

Ford just blinked owlishly at him. It was almost as if Stan knew some kind of kill switch on his entire cognitive function. ..Was it bad that he wanted to be hugged again? That wasn’t very adult of him. He decided to ignore the feeling, especially after that.. That tantrum.

“..I won’t kill him,” he relented with a sigh, swiveling his head toward an incredibly relieved Soos. Weariness now tugged at his eyelids and made his head feel like it was weighted. ..It also made him appreciate Stan holding him a little more.

But that was childish. Instead of allowing himself to feel a shred of security and warmth he demanded to be put down under his breath, because this is Stanford Pines we’re talking, and swayed on his feet once they touched the kitchen tile. “Um..” He hung his head shamefully. “I may owe you an apology, Soos, for..” Miniature hands gripped the air in front of him in a dull imitation of his previous actions. “That.”

“I forgave you, like, a minute ago, dawg.” Soos knelt to his level which was both comforting and a little condescending, then he lightly punched Ford’s shoulder. “Heh, you should’a seen Dipper when he was tryna turn off that portal and trap you in sci-fi portal-land forever last year!”

Ford laughed a little too hard at that for it to seem real (because it was completely fake and that was new knowledge to him and it was very distressing) and folded his arms behind his back. “Well, I’m going to go and grapple with the reality of my situation, now!” He said chipperly, walking toward the fridge and fishing a bottle of beer from it. “I’ll need this,” he mumbled darkly.

“Nope.” Stan seized him by the hood of his jacket, eliciting a yelp, and snatched the bottle from him. “You’re not drinkin’ on my watch.” He held the bottle out of Ford’s reach.

Of course, this did not fly with the gremlin. “My coping mechanism!” ..Maybe a bad one, but he’d be damned if it didn’t work in the short-term! “I couldn’t drink it yesterday, I might as well do it now!” He jumped up, narrowing his eyes as he reached for the bottle. It did not work.

“You’d have a conniption if I let Dipper or Mabel drink, but now that you’re a kid you’re a little hypocrite?” Stan arched an eyebrow and stored the bottle on top of the fridge (basically Mount Everest at the moment). “C’mere,” he said as he crouched down and picked Ford up with a grunt and comment about him still being heavy.

Ford didn’t not notice the way he went limp in his grasp like a ragdoll cat, but nobody mentioned it either. Absolutely not him. Soos gave a soft “awww, dude!” in reaction but two twin glares silenced him.

Stan carried him through the door and glanced down at Dipper, who quickly tried to act natural by leaning against the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets. “You, go grab a blanket,” he ordered with a nod toward the stairs.

A concerned look was cast up at Ford and Dipper shuffled off with a quiet affirmative.

----

And next thing Ford knew, he was bundled up on the armchair with a mug of hot cocoa in his hands. He took a sip of it, then looked at Stan on the couch next to him with tired eyes. “Stanley, this isn’t necessary. I can just–”

“Can it and let yourself experience one good emotion.” Stan snapped before he could finish. “You just had two freakouts in the past, what, hour?” He kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. ”Take a break. Recharge or whatever.”

..The setup Stan had him in was awfully comfortable..

Ford glanced away momentarily and took a sip of his cocoa to avoid commenting on Stan’s words. It wasn’t a complicated demand, it didn’t need a fifty-page instruction manual, and that was the problem! Maybe relaxing came a little more naturally when he was alone and doing the things he liked (working, drinking alcohol or eating jellybeans usually) but this!? This was being vulnerable in front of a living being. This was stopping and doing absolutely nothing.

Not waiting for an experiment to incubate.

Not waiting for a machine to power on.

Being idle for the sake of being idle when he hadn’t done anything to earn it. Not absolutely needing it to prevent a catastrophic outcome like he had just a few minutes ago.

Just the thought of it screamed “danger”.

And yet, his limbs only listened to the commands “get more comfortable” and “drink cocoa”. So that was all he told them to do. The feeling itself was nice, he had to admit. ..Foreign, though.

That train of thought crashed into a brick wall and erupted into flame as he heard Mabel’s voice from upstairs. “Grunkle Fooooord!” She chirped in a singsong voice, skipping down the steps with her hands behind her back. Unsurprisingly knowing her, she was wearing a deerstalker hat. The.. The Sherlock Holmes hat. Sue him for knowing the proper term. He sort of expected it considering the little detective persona she put on earlier.

She skidded to a stop in front of him, giving a squeaked comment about how adorable he was in his current state (shut up shut up shut up–), and straightened her posture. He swore he caught a glimpse of something red held behind her back as she rose one hand to clear her throat in a clear imitation of him.

“I couldn’t find the invisible wizard that baby-fied you, buuuuuut,” she whipped the item from behind her back, revealing it to be a deep red sweater not unlike his usual one. Just.. Littler. It took more restraint than usual to hide his excitement at the sight of a Mabel-knitted sweater. “I knitted you a sweater instead!”

Despite himself, he smiled brightly. “Oh, how sweet..” He uttered as Mabel handed the sweater to him and he looked over it.

“I tried to make it just like your normal sweaters, but it’s probably gonna fit kinda differently.” She bore a striking resemblance to Stan when he was younger, sheepishly showing something to him or their father with the habitual belief that it’d be rejected somehow. It concerned Ford slightly; she was usually very confident. Was he not happy enough whenever she made something for him..?

Instead of dwelling on it he shifted the blanket enough to shrug off his jacket, then pulled the sweater over his head.

Warm. Soft. Not manufactured like the sweaters he bought, but with pure love and.. And Mabel-ness imbued into every stitch. Fighting the grin that spread over his face was absolutely futile, not to mention the excitement that spread through him. It made a jolt of energy run through him and instinct took over from there.

That, according to his instincts, meant an embarrassing squeal (which Stan side-eyed him for) and nearly slapping Mabel while happily shaking his hands.

It took him not a second after the spectacle to realize A) what he’d done and B) that even Dipper had glanced up from his book on the floor to witness it.

Oh, shit. He expressed an emotion in public.

“..ahem, my apologies for that, I’m not sure what came over me.” Ford whispered with hunched shoulders and a glance away. He bit back a grumble as Dipper muttered “autism” with a couple of fake coughs. “But, um, I like this sweater!” Mabel’s bright smile made the embarrassment worth it. Hell, it made existing worth it. He wasn’t going to get into that right now, though, he’d rather focus on the sweater.

His niece hopped onto the armchair and settled in next to him. “I knew you’d like it, I’m just awesome like that.”

“Precisely, sweetie,” Ford replied with a smile, then in a bold move he hardly even noticed he leaned into her. Something about being a child gave him this childish craving for affection.. Hmm… Being a child.. Could cause a person to act childish? That didn’t make any sense at all!

Stan reached over and patted his head, another one of those little things that pulled him out of his thoughts. “Quit thinkin’, Ford. Your brain’s gonna explode.”

“That’s easier said than done,” he was sure to comment.

“Meditate or something.”

..that’s easier said than-

“Don’t say it.”

He wasn’t saying it, he was thinking it. That didn’t count.

“C’mon, don’t give me that.”

Hold on a minute– could Stan hear his thoughts?

“Nope, you’re just that predictable.”

Dipper looked at Stan like he was insane because he certainly looked the part, then returned his attention to his current activity (which had gone from reading to journaling) with a shake of his head. “You guys really worry me sometimes.” He remarked in a hushed voice.

“Come on, Dipper,” Mabel slung an arm around Ford’s shoulders and tugged him closer. “They’re fine! They’ve just got twin telepathy!” She wiggled her fingers dramatically. “It’s like their brains are connected!”

Ford tilted his head into his niece’s shoulder, bristling at the thought of their.. Brains being connected. “Oh, stars no. I don’t want to know what goes on in that no-man’s land, Pumpkin.” A six-fingered hand lazily rose to gesture toward Stan’s head. He was fine with letting a couple of children control the man’s mind and turn him into a literal puppet to fudge an election (it sounded worse stated like that) but hearing his thoughts? Ford. Had. Standards.

And, unfortunately for him, Stan had a counterpoint. “Like I wanna see whatever you have to say about Nikola Tesla. Or the guy from that one podcast, StarSpeak or whatever.”

“Neil deGrasse Tyson, jackass,” he spat, “and it’s StarTalk.”

Maybe he overdid that a little, since Dipper and Mabel were now staring at him with wide eyes.

“..Does that mean we’re allowed to swear?” Asked Mabel, and the same mental image of Mabel yelling swears must have ran through Stan and Ford’s heads because they both made the first “no” gesture they could think of and frantically gave a unified “ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

The room was silent for a moment, then Ford piped up, “..but my thoughts on Nikola Tesla are none of your business. It isn’t my fault he’s conventionally-”

“Revising what I said a couple minutes ago before you can finish that,” Dipper said flatly and pointed at him with his partially-chewed pen. “You scare me.”

Stan glowered at him for the interruption. “Dipper, I love seein’ you all dry and sarcastic just like your Grunkle, but that was gonna be good blackmail.” He sighed, rolling his eyes with all the aloofness of one of Wendy’s friends. “You can’t even imagine what you just cost me.”

Dipper and Mabel glanced at each other, then shuddered. Odd.

“Anyway, eh.” Stan waved a hand. “You kids make sure Ford doesn’t go ape mode and try to rip Soos’ face off again. I’m gonna set up the guest room.”

“Okay!” Mabel piped, Dipper giving a less enthusiastic but still agreeing “alright”. Then as Stan walked away Ford’s niece turned to him. “..You’re gonna have to tell me about ape mode, Grunkle Ford.”

A sigh escaped the remaining Grunkle. “I was angry, and I let my emotions get the better of me.” His eyes drifted over to Dipper. “I’m sorry you had to witness that, Dipper.” As Mabel gestured for him to continue, ignoring Dipper’s statement that he’d seen way worse, he shook his head. “I’m.. drained, sweetie, I’d rather not talk about it.”

She looked at him sympathetically, then pressed into his shoulder. “That’s fine! I’ll take snuggles instead.”

“..Snuggles,” he repeated. What a silly notion. So un-adult. Yet.. Difficult to resist.

After fighting it for what felt like another thirty years in his mind but was literally two seconds he nodded. “That would be nice.” With the begrudging agreement he shut his eyes.

..Then cracked one open at Dipper’s voice.

“So if he’s gonna be a kid for a while, does that mean we should teach him how to be a kid?”

“Oh my gosh, that’s a great idea!”

…

Oh no.

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