#him w his hair undone gives me so much life

[willows-arts]

Offers one (1) sleepy morning ratio as shading practice

[pixiesholloworld]

put 'em on the glass .ᐟ

╰┈➤ synopsis: me putting my your fav jjk men in car shmex scenarios

cw: f!reader established relationships w/ sukuna, geto, nanami,, fwb!gojo, hook up w/ toji, fear play? w/nanami agoraphilia (obviously), slight exhibitionism? fingering, hand jobs, oral (f!receiving), riding, pet names (like baby, honey, sugar), degradation (toji calls you a whore/brat/bitch/slut), high sex w/toji, spanking, missionary, backsh!ts, the whole 9 yards. [✿] is meant to be y/n

a/n: idk how much im gonna clean this up or proofread it but i hope you guys like

sukuna - [attachment 5 images] you'd never seen someone drive so fast before in your life, you watched as the little blip on your phone struggles to keep up with sukuna’s actual speed, updating only every few seconds until you see that he's around the corner. you put on the last few sprits of perfume and run outside to greet him, he quickly pushes the door open for you so you can hop in and before you can even get in good

"think its fun to tease me all day, huh? sending pictures of you bent over like that.." his voice, rough and consumed with desire. you felt all giddy after having successfully worked him up sending him picture after picture, of you in the skirt he bought you not too long ago— teasing him, you could feel your cunt begging to be relieved from this aching feeling, excitement smearing your thighs as he pulls into an empty parking garage.

you watch as his big veiny hands turn the wheel with finesse until he stops perfectly into a parking spot on the 3rd floor, the floor baren, the lights dim and flicker above the car as he reclines your seat and positions himself over you, "fuuck this," he seethes, "i'm not waitin' another minute to touch you". your hands reach over his shoulders and bring him in for a sultry kiss, you feel his breath shake as his lips press into yours again and again.

his hands wonder over your body, cupping your cheeks, and slowly moving down to unzip your jacket, knowing nothing lies under there but your hardened nipples. you feel his index and thumb squeeze and pull at them, beckoning small whimpers to leave your lips between kisses. you feel his lips curl against yours

"mmm, i like the sound of that" he moves one of his hands down to your legs, lightly grazing your thigh and following the heat to your puffed folds. the feeling sends a rush of electricity through your veins as his fingertips kiss at your folds and spread them, smearing the slick all over, "no panties?"

his thumb finds your soddened bulb and pushes against it slightly, you feel that same ticklish feeling start around your thighs and stomach, your brows furrow as your sweet moans fill his mouth. he moves his other hand from your nipple to your neck and squeezes slightly hearing how your voice cracks at the sudden pressure.

his finger moves at a quicker pace and you find it harder to keep up with his mouth but eventually you give up, letting him move his lips all over your face, your hips rhythmically jitter against his thumb. his hand grows tighter around your neck as your moans become louder

"k-kuna" you croak out, "more, kuna", your hands reach down to his and you guide two of his fingers inside. he lets you and releases his hand from around your neck, placing it beside your head, his thrusts are slow at first, watching as your body becomes more undone to his touch.

his lips slowly trail from the corner of your mouth, kissing at your jaw and slowly going down until he reaches your neck, his sharp teeth graze your neck as he leaves wet open kisses that turn into bites, biting you lovingly of course. he feels you clutching around his digits and thrusts faster feeling you lose yourself all over him

"kunaaa" you whine, fingers wildly massaging his tufts of hair, your body felt so heavy, you knew it was impossible but you felt like his fingers were so deep, feeling how they dove in and out so steadily, his palm kiss up against your clit every so often. it all gave you a feeling that was just a step up higher than euphoria

you could barley say anything other than his name when he started to sneak his lips over to your ear, kissing and licking all over it like a starved animal, shushing you while moving one of his hands over your mouth

he wanted this feeling to last as much as you did, but that single action ended it all, you two were so lucky that it was so far into the night that no one could possibly hear you.. at least no one outside the parking lot

even with all the windows rolled up and his hand over your mouth sukuna was sure your screams could be heard. "such a loud mouthed brat" he teases, removing his hand from both your mouth and weeping cunt, he instead forces his cream coated digits into your mouth so you can clean it off

"sorry" you muffle out, as your tongue languidly rolls between his thick fingers. your half lidded eyes stare into his deep crimsons as if you were trying to telepathically tell him what you wanted, feeling his length grow on your thigh

he looks at you with a fiendish grin and starts unbuckling his belt

gojo - rear service

you had no idea where your taste in men came from

as the oldest sibling it was only natural for you to be drawn to only children or younger siblings

and for some reason you chose to be fwb with the most annoying one you could find, though you suppose he was annoying in a charming way

when saturo invited you out you thought you’d be getting your pussy ate, not sitting in the middle of the beach parking lot watching all of the digimon movies in order. counting grains of sand could be more interesting than this shit

but at least he made it comfortable for you, you were in his custom made baby blue tesla, the 2 front seats were put all the way down and you were huddled up next to him under a blanket as the screen played in front of the both of you

you tried to stay focused, so so so hard, but the longer the movie went on the more you felt like leaving, it didn't make it any better that every few minutes he'd drop a fun fact about one of the characters, like you really gave a fuck

something needed to give and fast, you slyly move your hand over to his stomach and casually start toying with his pajama pant drawstring, thinking you were doing it so sneakily too, playing it off as an attempt to caress his smooth skin

but then all so abruptly you feel his hand run over yours and glide it into his pants and boy was he hard. feeling him take control so suddenly when you thought he was distracted caught you by surprise

"god, i was saving the fun part for later" he moves your hand down further so your grasping it now, "is the movie really that boring?"

you flash a smile at him, holding his length and slowly stroking it, "yeah, reallly fucking boring" you pull it out from his boxers and move your lips to meet with his. while kissing was cool and all you felt yourself growing more impatient by the minute

you find yourself moving lower on the seat, letting him hover right over you. you could feel the beads of pre drip onto your clothes, his breathing becoming more shallow as his wet, pink, lips force your mouth open to let his tongue in

he's rutting into your hand at this point, whenever he gets like this he starts whining and rambling, "sorry f'borin' you to death, let me make it up to you, yeah? come on, pretty" he starts pawing at your shorts, smiling against your swollen, spit colored lips,"let me eat it for you, or better yet let me fuck you, yeahh, could fuck you real good night now"

maybe this was why you happened to get with men that were an only child, always so eager to please, or maybe it was just him, either way you weren't complaining. gojo loved when you took control, so when you told him if he wanted the privilege of fucking you again he needed to prove he deserved it first, he did exactly that

it was such a pretty sight to see, his white locs of hair draping over your sprawled out legs feeling how hungrily he lapped up your juices. his tongue running swirls around your hardened bulb, sending shocks throughout your body, you could feel him nibbling and sucking on your clit all in an effort to hear your sweet sweet moans

“mmm, just like that ‘toru” you could tell he was losing himself in your taste, your scent, your moans, the feeling of your thighs threating to squeeze his head open if he kept going at this pace, he didn't care though he'd just pry them open again like he always does

he looks up at you so innocently too, knowing something vile is going on inside of that head of his. he didn't have to say it but you knew that would be your last time trying to stop him from getting what he wanted, feeling how his sinewy arms held your legs down while gripping the fat of your thigh, groaning into your cunt like he was the one being eaten out

the nerves in your stomach built up, and up, and up, not only from how his tongue quickly lapped at your folds but there was an added thrill doing this outside on public property… fact that you two could get caught at any moment added to the pleasure

your hand reached for his head trying to pull him in deeper, saturo loved getting his hair pulled and usually welcomed your gentle tugs but this time he took your hand away from his head and held onto it, looking you deep in the eyes as the hardened tip of his tongue bullied your clit

your body felt so limp and your legs shook like crazy at every movement he made begging to close up just to suppress your climax. you squeezed his hand, trying to keep yourself grounded as he groaned into your clit, licking and sucking at it until you were drowning in pleasure, your breaths becoming more exasperated

“ah, i-i’m gonna, ‘toru i- ahh!”, you moaned, arching your back as he held your legs open, hungrily sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves. he lived for your taste, loving how your voice cracks when you’ve had too much for his sinful tongue for one night, most of all though he loved holding you in place while you squirmed into his arms, bucking your hips straight into his mouth so you could ride out your nut

saturo lifts his head up, admiring the sticky mess between your thighs as he works his way up, his dick poking right at your mound

“now for the fun part”

geto - no license

suguru loved, loved, loved, loved making you hit high notes, you promised to ride him one of these days but you were failing miserably, you weren’t making all the pretty noises you usually do

so naturally he took matters into his own hands—literally—by fucking up into you, guiding your hips up and down to match his movements. you could feel your legs juddering from having your legs in one position for so long, nearly ready to give out as you buried your face into his neck, clawing into the leather behind him

he was unrelenting, he probably wasn’t gonna be satisfied until he’s made you cum more times than you can count, to make matters worse though you were fucking in his car in front of a church, not only was it humiliating to know the car was definitely moving in the dark of night but in front of a church made thing so much worse

you’ve always wanted to have car sex and leave it to suguru to make it a night worth remembering with the stakes so high. he told you you had no need to worry since a church is the last place the cops will think of checking on you two, and with every thrust you slowly started to worry less and less

or was that your brain turning into mush? you didn’t even notice suguru was talking to you until you felt a mean smack on your ass, “you hear me talkin’ to you?” you yelp in response struggling to find words as he slams you down harder on his girth

“m-mmhm”

“my poor dumb baby, you’re all fucked out already?” he grabs a fist full of your hair and forces you to look into those fanciable purple irises of his, he hums contently admiring what a mess you’ve made of yourself. your make up that you worked so hard on smeared all over your face and the drool splayed all across your cheek, you were oh so cute like this

another mean smack snaps you out of your daze, dragging a more high pitched yelp out of you than before, “answer” he demands, can’t he tell? the answer was so obvious, your delayed speech and mindless babbling, the way your body would lurch forward in an attempt to impede the next thrust, the tears threatening to fall from those cute little puppy eyes suguru adored so much

“y-you’re being— fuh, s’mean— ngh”

“oh? am i? s’your fault you’re in this mess y’know. making me get my own nut off”

“don’t mean to” you say behind half gritted teeth, your eyes shut in an attempt to deny the inevitable but his hand smacks your ass twice in response

“open those pretty eyes f’me, wanna see that look you give me when you cum”

suguru knew you loved his voice, it was so deep yet soothing, everything about him was so tantalizing, the longer you looked into his eyes the hotter you started to feel. you were practically naked in his car having only your socks and shirt on, he had teased you for hours before your promise to ride him fell through and those hours were starting to catch up to you

“think you can ride all by yourself now?” his hand smacking your ass again just to hear you scream

“y-yes!”

“go on, don’t disappoint me”

you adjust yourself and hold on to the headrest bouncing in the same rhythm he had you going at, his curve hitting that same spot over and over it was driving you fucking crazy. you felt hot all over and the stinging from his constant smacks weren’t going away anytime soon, the inside of your knees started feeling sweaty and slowly but surely you started to wind down

he wouldn’t let that go unpunished though

smacking your ass again and placing his hands on your hips to fix your speed, “you were doin’ so good, what happened huh?”, he gifts you another smack before letting go of your hips, “don’t let it happen again, ok?”, you heard a hint of irritation in his voice, he meant big business

so now with sudden newfound inspiration you go at the exact pace he wants you to go, clutching around his girth every few thrusts, feeling his dick pummel through you so quickly made you so wet and his breathy moans made everything so much wetter until, pop

his dick slipped out, “uh oh,” he lifts you up by your waist and eases it back in, grabbing your hips and slamming you right back down into his balls again, “pussy’s so wet baby, you feel so fuckin good”, then all at once his hands roam up to your waist and he slumps back making you fall against him, thrusting right into you while hitting that g-spot

“who’s pussy is this?”

“ah! ah! yours! ngh”

he smacks your ass really fucking hard this time, forcing you to correct yourself

“ahh fuck! yours suguru, it’s yours!”

then another, smack,

your screaming moans could probably be heard from outside the car but you didn’t care and neither did he all he cared about was hearing those broken pornographic moans scream his name

“that’s more like it, keep going baby, yeahh just like that. here, take that shirt off too”,

he slides your shirt off with ease then cups your breast and places it in his mouth, letting it fall out every now and again to fuck you and then placing it back. near growls leave his mouth as you feel his balls crash into you over and over, making the most lewd papping sounds you’ve ever heard. all this added stimulation started to make you feel lightheaded

his hands were glued to the sides of your hips forcing you to take every inch he could offer and then some, he could feel how your walls would clutch around his dick so tightly, it made him chuckle a little, thinking you might actually break it off. he slows down his pace a little, his hands roaming up to your face, keeping steady eye contact with you, "you take it so well, sweetheart, wanna keep going like this?"

you nod your head rapidly, not knowing what suguru had planned for you next

"use those words of yours" he teases

"y-yes" you exhale, feeling his hands roam back down to your hips lifting them up once more

"come on then, put your arms over me"

nanami - murder road

when you told your husband you wanted to try something different you did not have this in mind

when he first brought up going to a murder road you were curious and excited, thinking it was something similar to halloween horror nights, but when you got into his car and started to see the city lights slowly disappear you grew a little concerned not really knowing what the road ahead had in store for you

"honey, where are we going?"

"you'll see"

the road ahead twisted and the pit in your stomach grew into an abyss, you looked up what a murder road was on your phone since he wasn't coughing up any answers but all that came up was this stupid book and then your service went out!

you knew kento had no alterative plans for you like murder per say... but you didn’t feel entirely comfortable driving into a literal black hole either. as if things couldn’t get weirder you stop at a cliff, its dark as shit out here, you’re cold and you want to go home

you feel sudden warmth on you leg and look down to see your husband's hand he’s looking at you with those same loving eyes he always gives you looking as though he's impressed with himself

“kento— dear, where the fuck are we?”

“this is the murder road i was telling you about”

“yeah but… what are we doing here.. this place is giving me the creeps”

his hand creeps up your thigh, fingers brushing against where your clit would be, “you said you wanted to try something different didn’t you?”

it all started coming together now, the secrecy, the long car ride, all building up to this moment, you’d be lying if his seriousness and dedication to his role didn’t turn you on a little bit, you felt a little more at ease

still freaked out that your husband decided to fuck you in the middle of nowhere but relieved that you won’t end up on the news tomorrow. you both climb in the backseat staring at each other hungrily until you make the first move, taking his tie off of him slowly and sensually, before moving to his button down

“[✿], what were you so afraid of?” a bit of concern tainting his tone

“hm? i just wanted to know where we were going”

“does not knowing things scare you?”

“i guess so”

he then unexpectedly took his tie from you and held it in his hands, "you wanted to try something new, right?"

your hands move away from his button down, his chest was exposed down the middle, his eyes were focused directly on you, unwavering

"y-yeah?"

"you mind if a blind fold you?"

blind folding? what the fuck

was it not enough that you two were surrounded by darkness?

"you've got nothing to be afraid of, no one can see us out here"

it’s not being caught that scared you it’s not knocking whatever coming next that did, then, a familiar feeling started to pull at your stomach again, it was like when you were on your way up here, or when you'd be left in the dark as a child— you were scared, but for some reason this time it felt good. you let him tie the tie around your head, it completely covered your vision and you could only feel kento's warmth in front of you at this point

"tell me if its too tight"

"so'kay"

"you ready?"

"yes"

your body felt so tense but it was all so exciting at the same time, you could hear kento taking off his clothes, the clinking of his belt, the ruffling of his shirt and pants. the anticipation was dreadful, until you felt his hand on your thigh, "can i take these off for you?" he pulls at the loop attached to your jeans

"mmhm"

he unbuttons your jeans first, and then slides them over your hips, you lift yourself up a little to make it easier for him and then he moves over to your long sleeve, only leaving on your bra and panties. your tummy was doing backflips by this point, not knowing what you looked like or what he looked like, just knowing that he was in front of you and that the inevitable was coming soon

"you look so lovely" he professes, guiding you to lie down on your back, you couldn't even fathom that this was happening right now, you felt so many different sensations now that your sight was gone, you felt how strong he was, muscles daring to burst from his smooth, taut skin. his body heat was so strong and it felt almost as if the heat was carrying his scent

you felt something coming closer to your face until you felt his warm lips press against yours, you just now noticed how plump they were, your hands roamed around his body moving up to his back and pulling him in closer, wanting more of his warmth

you could feel his teeth gently clash against yours beckoning you to open your mouth wider to let his tongue in, the texture is rough but wet, you felt one of his hands tuck under your back, bringing you closer to him as his dick nestles between your legs, slowly rutting against your laced panties

his lips would diverge from loving kisses to bites so suddenly, biting your lower lip and slightly sucking on it before sticking his tongue back in your mouth, the unpredictability and lewdness of it all made you throb, the wet sounds your mouths made, hearing how his breath would hitch and his hips would jitter after every whimper that fell from your lips

it must've been so hard from him to hold back because the second you ask for him to put it in you can feel him racing to take your panties off, you can feel the heat radiating from his tip and coming closer, feeling as though its about to burst

he teases the entrance a little covering your clit with the mixture of pre and slick before sinking himself in, shaky moans pour out as your hands try to reach up for him and he comes to you immediately letting you feel his warmth as he kisses your lips

"that's alright honey, ive got you"

toji - put 'em on the glass, girl!

you both knew you were dead wrong, you more than him though, what would the other club members think if they saw you like this? you were part of a very very well known car club, you weren't only apart of it but YOURE THE HEAD of the club

you had it all, the money, the cars, the attention, so what were you doing here? face pressed against the glass of the rival club leader's car with his dick balls deep in your guts?

the only reason you got into this situation was because you decided to match, not only was toji in a car club but he also sold weed and you like to test your products before you buy..

"fuck- toji! ughmygod!"

"somethin' wrong doll?"

"more, more please, more"

"more? awh, must really like me, huh?"

"shutupand fuckme" you say behind gritted teeth, you grab his hand and start throwing it back faster, what can you say? you were gonna get your nut off one way or another

you felt the car bouncing beneath you two, it shook so viciously especially when he started going deeper, it felt like he was pushing your cervix farther back. he grabbed the back of your head, pushing it more into the glass just to watch your breath fog up the mirror, like it wasn't hot enough in here already

you could see his smug grin from the corner of your eye as he pummeled into you, you used to despise that shit eating grin. he'd always show up to takeovers in the flashiest cars that were wayyy out of his tax bracket, there's no way he could afford them, he was definitely a theft waiting to be caught.. but all of that started to fade from your mind when he took his hand off your head and put it between your thighs

you had to let go of him and hang onto the car door to keep your balance by this point, your legs started to buckle and tremble, you could hear him let out a dark chuckle, his fingers spreading your slick covered folds to find thatt spot, the added stimulation was driving you crazy

you can see his face coming closer, stopping just short of your ear, "that feel good? like when i play with your clit like this?"

"uh-huh- yes! don't stop!"

"you gonna cum soon?" he cooed, you weren't even listening to his voice with your ears anymore but your drooling cunt, "i can see your cream on my dick, you nasty whore"

“shutuptoji”

“such a mouthy little bitch, dont’chu know who the fuck y’er talkin’ to?"

all you could do was moan in response as his hips thrusted deeper and harder just to feel you grip onto him tighter, you both knew you were gonna cum soon and it was gonna be messy

“nothin’ to say back huh? who knew that all i needed to fix that mouth of yours was stick my dick in ya”

“just- ngh, fuck— ah, me”

“awh 'm sorry princess, not goin’ fast enough for you?”

then almost instantly his hips started pumping faster, he pulled your head off of the glass and placed it up to look at him, he had moved his hand from between your thighs by now, slowly moved his hands down your waist to your ass, a hand on each cheek, gripping the fat and pushing it together, spanking it, groaning at each thrust loving how he could hear the sound of your ass falling back against him, fucking you so good you started to lose your arch

“t-toji, slow down! ah, ah!”

“hm?" smack! "why the fuck would i?" smack! "s’only one way to shut nasty fuckin’ brats like you up— nghfuck, you’re so wet—", smack! "you run that fuckin' mouth all day n' all i wanna hear is —mmm shiitt baby, fix that fuckin’ back, yeahh"

toji went on and on about how nasty you were fucking him out in public like this, how loud you were being, how much your body loved being on him, all while fucking you the way you deserved to be

"such a needy little bitch, huh? you need my dick? mmhm, fuck— sound like you need it," smack! "mmm, you want it dont you?" smack! "need it huh, dollface?"

a familiar feeling pulled at your womb, filling your insides from how good you felt, your hands scrapped against the fogged glass in an attempt to get away from him, but he holds you down against the glass again forcing you to take it

"fuck are you goin’? we’re not done yet"

[gloxk]

hate fuckin w aot plz🙏🏿 like uh what position would they fuck you in when they mad?

Fuck me like you mad at me baby.

(Eren Y. Connie S. Armin A.)

A/N: BEAT THAT COOCHIE UP LIKE YOU MAD AT A BITCH! Sorry it took so long to get your request. But let’s just all agree Eren, Connie, Armin are the big three. I’m not arguing with anyone. It’s true. NOT PROOF READ! 17+

Synopsis: Aot men fucking you after an argument!

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༺Connie༻

—————ON DA WALL.

Connie isn’t going to show you he’s mad, but baby you gonna feel it.

And oh boy you done did it today. After he seen you flirt with a guy…jeez. You really got him walking around in circles trying to not scream at the top of his lungs.

You not going to know he’s mad for a while, after an argument and you THINK everything cooled down it hasn’t. He’s still pissed.

Props to him for controlling his anger (Eren could never.) But when you start sweet talking him again that’s when it comes out.

When you get to rubbing on his chest and start saying “I’m so sorry baby, lemme make it up to you. Please.” with that little whine in your voice…oh best believe he gonna make you sorry for real.

He gives you a small grin and says “Oh for real? You wanna make it up to me?” You should have never even offered because now look at you. Against the kitchen wall crying out how sorry you are.

“You sorry ma? How sorry?” The harshness of his voice craving down on you. You couldn’t even spit out a comprehendible sentence just “Yes mmm so sorry!”

He was satisfied with your sorry, after the second round. I mean after all you did offer…

༺Eren༻

—————FROM DA FRONT.

Now, Eren he’s rough rough when he’s mad. Like oh lord..pray he don’t get his hands on you.

Please run while you can, because after he got you alone you can’t run.

This was especially the case after he found out you followed a guy from your work place, the same guy who continuously flirted with you.

Don’t ask him how he knows, he just does.

“I ain’t dumb mama. So go ahead and do as I asked.” The request was so simple, just unfollow him. But the principle pissed you off, you never told him who to follow and who too not. So you refused. Wrong answer…

Because that refusal sent him through the roof. He just laughed while shaking his head. He tossed you on the bed with no regards.

You never been fucked so hard in your life…The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Eren spat out.

Your poor neighbors, the surely heard the madness that was occurring in your bedroom. But Eren did not give a single fuck.

He had your hair twisted in his fingers while he watched you block ole boy on everything single app you had. “Nuh uh. you ain’t done yet. Block him on spotify.” You were going to learn not to go seeking attention from anyone that wasn’t him.

“Nobody’s better than me mama. You should know better than that.”

༺Armin༻

————— BENT OVA.

You would never expect Armin to act the way he acts when he’s MAD.

Of course he got upset with you before but never something that made you change your view on him.

He always tried to be understanding, always listening to what you had to say and what was wrong. But, today was a little different.

He got so mad that you commented on how his friend looked good. He took it as you wanted his friend, but that wasn’t your intention at all.

“Ah, I see. Well just how good did he look y/n?! Why don’t you just tell him how much you want him to fuck you!” His insecurities were really starting to show. But damn, he just look so fucking hot with his button up shirt slightly undone, and his hair sticking to face. His eyes widened, it was a sexy sight. Armin could tell how turned on you were getting from him slightly raising his voice.

“Fuck—y/n. Stop looking at me like that.” The threw his keys on the table while shaking his head. Armin couldn’t look at you while your hand traveled up his shirt rubbing his abdomen. You were making it so difficult for him to be mad at you right now. Especially since you started begging for him to calm down and let you make him feel better.

The small tugs at his shirt just really got him going. He immediately bent you over on the couch, throwing your clothes everywhere. “Can’t even look at you. So fucking filthy.”

You tried to move away from him pounding your insides, hoping to get a break but no. “What the fuck did I tell you about that shit? Just fuckin take it.” Sluts didn’t deserve a break. They didn’t get that courtesy.

Eventually his hatred turned into love and he started spilling out how much he loved you while he was close to cumming. “I love you so much.” & “You mean the world to me.” & “Wanna make you a mommy.”

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Ah! tysm for 400!

[titania-sleeps]

ARGHHH i can't choose!! i love all house husband though!!

i'm glad you do hehe... i devise and plot deviously just for them bc they deserve it. i do wonder if people enjoy meaner readers vs. loving readers; I'll release both eventually but the two of them have such a different dynamic. the normal sub house husband is a bit more assertive and a brat, while the inadequate one just really really wants you to love him and only him... but in like a pathetic way.

here's a little snippet of what i had for them (i think the initial draft for both dated around 2022...)! as a note, my ideas may seem to blend in w some of my other works simply bc i didn't bother making them too distinct from each other, but i'll edit it to become more cohesive when i post in full in the future :D

warning: mild nsfw, dom reader (implied afab), minors DNI pls

Submissive House Husband Yandere x Independent Strong Reader

He is undone by you, a knot slipping apart. Seams unraveling, hair untangling, his entire vessel breathing erratically. Your nails grazing his skin erupt whispers of flames, dancing and swimming to his face. You thumb his cheek, tenderly and softly. You are never tender with him, at least not to such an extent.

His excitement grows, but he fears to open his eyes. He fears that if he opens his eyes, he will peer too far into your thoughts. And he knows that you are not thinking of him, even when you let your kind lips leave little love marks on his face.

"Why won't you look at me?" you ask, your voice like a pleasant temptation to his ears. It slithers slyly into his brain, and like a command, his eyes flutter open.

"Good," you purr. A praise. He cannot stop the shy grin from stamping itself onto his lips.

"You don't..." he pauses, wondering if he should continue. You stop and look at him, giving him your full attention. Shying under your gaze, he mutters, "You don't do this to anyone else... right?"

Your laugh echoes back at him, as though mocking him, but it is not unkind. Your thumb presses against his upper lip. "No. You are my husband, are you not?"

His face lights up in bright pink. How could he doubt you? Oh no, you look disappointed. Frantically, he nods his head.

"Yes, I am yours," he responds quickly. You hum in satisfaction, leaning in for a gentle peck. But you leave too soon, much too soon.

Hungry for the saccharine taste of your lips, he wraps his arms around your neck and brings you in closer. Closer and closer, so that the lining of your lip becomes a perfect match with his. So close, to the point that your tongue is melted into his, and your needy flesh encase upon another.

He seeks for you with the vigor of a beast, no longer quite the same timid house pet he once was. As you pull away for a breath of air, he whines. Just a moment without your lips is painful for him.

The eyes that peer down on him are now focused, like a trained sniper on their target. His body shivers; now your attention is wholly on him. Now you are looking at him.

You are truly divine. You are a goddess sent from above to smite him for his sins, for loving you far too much. He can only beg by your feet, day by day, pleading for a single audience with you. He just wants to please you, to become something that relieves you from strife and suffering. And to think that his goddess is now looking at him, just him! Only him!

The sound of silk slipping off jolts him from his daze. His eyes trail the discarded piece of clothing; a snake slithering its way up to an iridescent apple. The soft gleam of your skin meets his own eyes, and the sight breathes life into his fingers.

"Not yet," you say, a wonderful smile presented to him on your countenance.

[To be continued...]

Inadequate Submissive House Husband Yandere x Loving Reader

His wife is everything he has ever wanted in his life. You are beautiful and kind; forgiving whenever he makes a mistake and even patient she he does. And he always does. You are so lovely, he cannot help but want to be with you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever—

But he can't. He knows he can't, and it hurts so much, because he knows that he is useless. Deep down, he has already realized that you are only keeping him around because you pity him, not because you love him.

He wants to do better for you, but his abilities are limited to very little. He wishes that his love is enough to satiate you, but he is far too well aware of your disappointment in him. If he is lucky, you will not divorce him in the next year or two.

♡♡♡

Oh, your sweet, foolish husband. Always so patient, always so soft. Demure mannerisms and shy mumbles cloud his true worth. He may bumble and stumble about like a newborn doe on two legs, but his demeanor and intellect are worth far more. Yet only you are allowed to know this, and it is something you intend to keep locked up in your little treasure box of secrets.

Although he should most definitely refrain from doing housework.

[To be continued...]

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[moonlightisdancing]

Here, Kitty, Kitty/ d.r.w

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ sugar daddy danny, jealousy, sir/daddy kink, degradation kink, pet names (literally), oral sex (m!receiving), teasing, unprotected sex (p+v), cock warming, praise, begging, orgasm denial, squirting, breeding

as always please lmk if any warnings are missed!

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The tighter money got, the slimmer your choices did, too. Two jobs could barely pay your bills, but a third wouldn’t fit into the schedule. You’d resorted to selling pictures to people you would quick add on SnapChat. That went well for about a month before the handful of men you relied on for income suddenly couldn’t afford to pay for content. Just as the stress had been alleviated, it returned. That was until you gave in fully and began looking into sugar daddy websites. At this rate you felt you had nothing left to lose, what was a little sex with a creepy old man?

Much to your liking, you found someone much better than a guy old enough to be your grandfather. This one was twenty-five with the build of a Greek god. His profile consisted of a singular photo, one you were sure couldn’t have been his own. You’d began chatting with him and it wasn’t long before he requested an in person meet up. Again, you had nothing left to lose, safety didn’t matter when there was money on the line. He requested to see you on Wednesday, to which you denied due to being scheduled at both jobs.

Danny W. : I’ll pay you what both jobs would if you see me instead

You: Tips and all?

Danny W. : I’ll make it worth your while

From there on out you’d start seeing him every Wednesday at six o’clock sharp. He insisted on picking you up every week, rolling down the street of your slum apartment in his very new black Corvette adorned with tinted windows and red rims. The sex was like no other, not to mention the amount of money he paid you simply for your time. But over the course of two months you found yourself slowly falling for your sugar daddy. He wouldn’t let you leave until you came, more so for his pride than your pleasure, and with that knowledge you’d edge yourself just to spend more time with him. Each week when he took you home, you simply passed time until it was Wednesday again.

What was supposed to be a temporary income, just enough until you got on your feet, became a long term thing simply to keep Danny in company. But you didn’t want NDA’s and Wednesday nights to be your life with him anymore. It started to seem that way from his end, too, when he started casually texting you more than on Tuesday’s to solidify plans. Thursday mornings he would text or call to make sure you were okay after the prior night’s events. Some mornings you woke up to flowers being delivered, even things you needed more so than things he wanted to see you in. It wasn’t a secret he was behind the new couch, especially since he paid to have your car fixed. You liked him taking care of you, but you wanted more from him than an allowance. You wanted to come home every night to him, to call him whenever you wanted, to love him.

While you were patiently waiting for an appropriate time to express your feelings to Danny, you knew there was no shot with him. He’s a rockstar, hence the NDA’s, why would he settle for someone like you? You’d go to pass the time at bars and clubs, shamelessly flirting with men and women for free drinks, even giving head a few times for whatever they’d give you in return. You weren’t particularly proud of it, but you weren’t ashamed either.

Wednesday rolled around again, Danny arrived an hour earlier than the set schedule you’d been following for months now. He called you while you were in the middle of curling your hair, you quickly finished the piece you were working on before answering.

“Hey, can you let me in?” His warm, sultry voice melted you.

“Yes, sir.” You waited for him to hang up, but he stayed on the other end until he heard the locks coming undone. You wrapped your fingers around the knob and slowly opened the door, Danny shoving his foot between the door and frame. He pushed his way into your house, his eyes dark and angry as if he knew something.

“You’re early… I was-”

“Why were you at the club on Saturday?” He pressed himself against you until your back was flush against the wall, his washboard abs firm against your torso. You looked up at him before looking past in attempts to ignore the question, but he wouldn’t let that slide. “Tell me the truth, kitten, or you can kiss your two grand down the drain.”

He’s never threatened to not pay you before. He always left ample opportunity to make more money by doing specific things to or for him, or vice versa, but never the chance to lose any. Deciding the money didn’t necessarily matter, you chose to toy with him. Press his buttons.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say pointedly, batting your eyelashes at him with a pout.

“Eighteen. Wanna try again?” He managed to get closer, your lungs craving air as he applied pressure against your body with his.

“Danny, I don’t-”

“Sixteen. Tell me, did he kiss you like I do?” Closer.

“Maybe even better.” You could feel his blood boiling under his skin. He was jealous.

“Is that so?” He scoffed, pulling away entirely from you. “That mouth would be prettier with my cock in it since all you’re doing is spewing bullshit anyways.”

You watched as Danny made his way to your couch, sitting directly in the middle with his legs spread. His hands slid down the front of his body, trailing down to toy with his zipper and button without ever undoing them.

“C’mere, Kitty girl. If you put that filthy mouth of yours to good use you can go back up to eighteen.”

You nod and make your way before him, lowering yourself onto your knees between his legs. You slide your hands up either of his legs slowly until your nimble fingers make contact with his button and zipper. Carefully undoing his pants, you dipped your hands past the waistband of his briefs before exposing his length to the air.

As quick as your lips wrap around the pillowy head of his cock, Danny’s hand finds a home nestled in your hair. His free hand cupped the bottom of your jaw, guiding your tongue and lips over his shaft. Your head bobbed as you slowly fed more of Danny’s cock down your throat. When your nose was flush against the dusting of hair at the base, he held you there, only removing you when you gagged from the pure size. With his hand nestled in your hair, and tears in your eyes, he pulls you off his length. Only strings of saliva connected you to his cock. Heat grew between your legs the harder he fisted your hair, a whine escaping your lips. You really did sound like a kitten, it’s no wonder he’d bestowed such a nickname upon you. Danny tugged your hair until he brought you to your feet, bringing your lips to his. A stream of air blew from his lips, cooling the saliva that coated your mouth. Hungry for his touch, you tried leaning in to kiss him.

“Look at you begging for forgiveness like a dog. Maybe Kitty doesn’t suit you anymore.” Anyone else speaking to you this way would shatter your ego, but somehow his harsh words were still laced with lust. He tugs your head away from him before letting go of your hair, your cheeks flaming a bright red.

Danny sat up before placing his hands on the exposed skin of your thighs, walking his fingers up the expanse of your skin until he reached your hips. His fingers traced over your bones expecting a waistband of some sort had you bothered to put any on. When he’d realized there were no panties adorning your hips, he opted to press the pads of his fingers into your skin instead. A single ‘fuck’ was uttered as he rutted his hips up into nothing. You knew better than to make a comment about his desperation, but a smile still crept across your face knowing he wanted you. Danny’s face quickly grew annoyed once he caught on to the look you wore.

“Do you like pissing me off, Kitty girl?” He gritted, his grasp growing slightly tighter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.”

“No? Maybe I need to show you.” Danny spun your body around so your back was facing him, his hands pushing your tiny dress up over your hips. He was quick to break contact again, leaving only the sensation of his fingers behind as he let go of your hips. He hummed at the sight of you, surely your slick coated thighs visible.

“Look at you already fuckin’ soaked, kitten. Want me to fuck you that bad?”

“Yes, sir.” You desperately mewled.

“Show me you deserve it then. Spread it open for daddy.”

You bent at the hips, reaching your hands back to seperate your ass cheeks, exposing your soaked cunt for him to see. His hands found your hips again as he guided you towards him until the back of your legs met his shins. Danny runs two fingers between your folds before hovering over your entrance, never giving you the pleasure of dipping them in.

“Good girl… Now sit back on it.”

You lower yourself onto his lap, fully taking his length in your aching core. Danny wraps his palms around your wrists, bringing them to your back before pinning both down with one of his hands. His free hand wrapped around you, laying flat on your stomach under the bunched up fabric of your dress. He fucked up into you quick and hard until your began to give out. At that point he pulled you down on his length, allowing you to sit on his lap. The head of his cock brushed your cervix as you swirl your hips, squeezing your knees together for friction against your clit.

“Turn around, wanna see you.” He nudged his hips up, groaning when you lifted off of him. You straddled his thighs, hovering your entrance over his leaking tip. It didn’t take long before lowering yourself, teasing him wasn’t worth whatever punishment he’d throw your way. Eager to feel his lips against yours, you leaned in again hoping he’d satisfy your craving. His lips crashed into yours like the ocean’s wave against the shoreline. Burying your hands deep in his curly, brunette locks, you tugged gently. Danny stifled a whimper, careful not to let you think he’d slip up easily.

“Feel so good, daddy.” You moaned into his neck, gently sucking on his skin enough to make him whine but not leave marks.

“Yeah? Like when I fuck your whore pussy?”

You moaned, his pace growing quicker as you grew tighter around him. He knew you were close and he was, too. The feeling washing over you was stronger than before like no other orgasm you’d felt.

“Sir, can I cum?” You needed to, and you knew what his answer would be.

“Not yet, hold on for daddy. M’so close, baby.”

The faster his hips snapped into yours, the tighter the band in your stomach became. His pace wasn’t letting up. What felt like an eternity, but was truly a few minutes, passed before his hips started to falter.

“Go ahead Kitty, you’ll clean up whatever mess you make with that mouth of yours.”

Your orgasm finally came, your senses completely overtaken by your pleasure. So much so you hadn’t noticed a newfound fluid covering Danny’s thighs. You’d squirted all over him, soaking his pants and shirt with your arousal. Danny’s release was quick to follow as he buried himself to the hilt, his warm seed spilling into your throbbing cunt.

“Thank you, sir.” You cried, your body shaking as you came down from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, Kitty, you take me so well.”

“Fuck, Y/n…” He sighed and wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his chest in a hug. This was the first time he’d used your name since he met you. He’d call you Kitty and kitten so much they truly started to feel like your name, but something about the syllables of the name you’d had your whole life rolling off his tongue nearly brought you to tears. There was a sense of domestication to it all. Your real name, the kissing, him holding you.

“Yes?” You barely whispered, trying to hold back your emotions over the simple formality of your name.

“Keep fucking me this good, I’ll have to promote you.”

[ioniansunsets]

pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease i want to braid kayn’a HAAAAIR!!!!!!! I WANT TO USE CUTE HAIR TIES AND SANRIO HAIR CLIPS TO MAKE HIM FEEL SO PRETTY 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

✖ Braiding Kayn's Hair ✖

✖ Word Count: 715

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Reader is In the Shadow Order w/ Kayn

✖ A/N: YES I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND YOU. All I dream of is to play with his hair, is it soft? Tangled and coarse? Surprisingly smooth? WHO KNOWS I LOVE IT!

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- The first time you braided his hair it was because it came horrendously undone mid mission and it was a mess. With frustrated grumbles and complaints coming from your partner as he quarrels with Rhaast you were at your limit. You sat him down, ripped some cloth from the corner of your outfit and delicately braided his hair for him. Almost intimate as your fingers run through his hair, bits of dried blood flaking off, the tangled mess somehow calmed in your hands. Working magic you turned his messy long hair into a neat and tight braid. Both him and Rhaast quiet. Kayn only giving you a soft " Thanks..." before continuing on his way. The cocky, prideful man didn't know how to respond to affections or soft moments like that.

- The second time was much different. Coming out of the bath, his hair was wet and tangled. Excitedly he turns to you sitting in your shared room, towel still wrapped around his waist. " Can you braid it again for me!" It seemed like he was thinking about it the whole time he was washing the blood off his skin. Maybe he just realized how nice your hands felt playing with his hair and fought against his pride. Who knows. You accept of course. It was nice. Being innocently close to him this way. The few soft moments in your life in the Order.

- Ever since then, you being the one in charge of braiding his hair was the norm. Every opportunity, every fight that left his hair free, he runs up to you, smiling excitedly, expectantly. A boyish laugh. " Y/N~" He coos, expecting you to come to his aid. To entertain yourself more, you soon started collecting bits and bops to tie into his dark locks. A red ribbon braided in for when you two were out in combat. Small flowers placed in when in the safety of the order. (Kayn was scary honestly so no other member ever dares says anything about it to his face.) Colorful clips and shiny bits in the privacy of your shared room. Braiding his hair became a special shared moment between the two of you. Something you only did for him, and something he only allowed you to do. His hair was also so delightfully thick it was fun to braid, there was so much you could stick in it without it falling out. It amused the both of you.

- Rhaast complains. A lot. Making fun of him. " The only thing in your hair should be blood of innocents Kayn." You shoot the Darkin a dirty look but all Kayn does is laugh taunting the weapon. " Rhaast is just jealous. Should we tie a ribbon around his handle?" The two of your laugh harder as Rhaast grumbles angrily. The two of you did do it by the way, wrapping the scythe in a ribbon as Rhaast screams threatening to take over Kayn right there and then

- Over time you've learn other ways to braid your partner's hair. The simple braid was his default, but in the privacy of your room, sometimes you let yourself get creative. A fishtail braid for when you two sleep together. A lace braid from his blue hair across the back of his head when you feel like seeing him a little pretty. He never protests, sometimes even humming happily as your fingers brush against his scalp. Letting you do what you want with his hair was special privilege reserved for his lover and you enjoyed that precious intimacy. Sometimes you'd even give his forehead a little kiss when you were done. He protests, but honestly, he secretly loves it. How soft you were with him in private like this.

- Zed commented on it once, when he popped by your room to give Kayn a briefing. Kayn's hair was done to the side, a delicate braid with flowers and ribbons. He didn't like being seen like this but it was Zed, hearing his mentor making a passing amused " Well that's different." remark made his face flush. Kayn was embarrassed but at the same time proud that his partner's abilities amused Zed. You had to stifle back your laughter at his reaction and what was effectively your boss giving you a shrug before leaving.

[thatone-brightstar]

Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (4/6)

a/n: tbh i have so much repressed sexual tension and 'P' made me sweat a lil just thinking about it. Don't forget to show up in the comments and lmk your favorite! PS. lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m recieving), edging, knifeplay, I'll add more as they come up.

M is for: Melodious.

At first, you couldn’t get a groan out of him to save your life. Nothing to accompany the many moans and squeals that he’d fuck out of you. Then once- on accident- an almost invisible whine knocked you off your concentration, knees giving up and falling to the sheets beside his hips. 

‘S-sorry-’ He mumbled against your naked shoulder, lips dragging over the skin and rough hands grasping at your hips.

‘Do it again.’ You gently ordered and dropped your hips over his cock. ‘I like the sound.’

‘Really?’ His question was genuine, then another roll of your hips caused him to moan again.

You reached up to kiss him and when you let go, crystal clear blue washed over your sweaty features.

‘I like to know I’m doin’ a good job...’ You answered with a smile. ‘Am I doing a good job?’

N is for: Newbies.

You were each other’s first time. You thought it pathetic at first- to be someone in their late twenties who had never had sex before- but no one ever seemed quite right. Then he came along, all shaggy hair and shy compliments that felt more like statements through his monotone voice. It took a while to break the ice but when it finally happened, you finally understood what all the rage was about.

Even the inexperienced kisses and the slightest grace of clumsy fingertips could pull a shaky breath from you.

‘A-am i doin’ it right?’ He asked, eyes set on the way your cunt swallows his fingers whole.

‘yeah- shit- you’re doin’ real good, bear.’ The pet name curled with a moan and traveled straight to the swollen cock in his hand, speeding up his movements.

O is for: Observant.

Carmen knew you, even better than you knew yourself, though you hated to admit it. He knew each birthmark and dimple, each moan, gasp and that delicious groan you let escape when your spine curved outwards. He praised himself for his observant qualities, knowing they’d come in handy in more places than just the kitchen.

He  watched your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open, brow creasing harder with every pound of his hips against yours. He kept his sanity long enough to snake his hand between your parted legs and rub circles over your slick clit. Then he watched through hooded eyes how the tint in your neck spread to your cheeks and you came undone under him. 

P is for: Pocket knife. 

You were completely consumed by the sensation of Carmy’s lips sucking on the side of your neck with intensity. The cold blade of his pocket knife sat on the other side over your frail skin, perfectly controlled by Carmy’s unwavering pulse. The light caught on to its glistening tip with each of his strokes and the small sting only pushed you closer to the edge.

He took his lips off your neck and pressed them to your bumbling ones, shushing you in the process. 

His free hand wrapped around your throat. ‘I-don’t want ‘em to know how I gotcha in here.’ He whispered and sped up his snaps, sending your head back against the office door.

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[harunade]

hello!! how do u think the members would react if their partner said they can't cum w/o the boy's fingers or cock 😵‍💫? love ur work!!

tysm!! ☺️☺️

f!reader ⬇️

i know for sure that Hanbin would just soften at your words. “Really, baby? Let me help you~” and he would get between your legs and give you the head of your life while fingering you and hitting all your sensitive spots,,would quite literally make out with your pussy. all of this while holding your hand!! orgasm after orgasm, he���d go at it until you physically couldn’t take it anymore and would have to push his head away. He’d pull away with his lips and chin DRENCHED in your juices and kiss you sweetly.but that would make you get horny again, so now you return the favour to him, cause hes just perfect like that,, snwkndkwxbakbwmfovuysgwbfkmmapefishnd

“use me to cum, then” Jiwoong would lay down with his erection standing tall and proud as you hovered over him. He would make you ride him but he wouldn’t help you in any way other than occasionally placing his hands on your hips and squeezing at your fat. would pepper kisses on your chest, neck and face the whole time. As he felt you tighten your muscles against him, he would purposely slow you down by your hips, just to tease and edge you more. would get you crying. When you finally come undone he would let you rest on his chest as he stroked your hair. “You did well, baby”

Zhang Hao would be so flustered !! he would find you touching yourself in his bed and be stunned. “i can’t cum without you.. please, Hao” he would get in the bed in an instant,, quickly discarding all of your clothes. He would fuck you rough and slow as he swallows all of your moans and whimpers with his mouth. “Do you like that?” he’d ask as he felt you tighten around his length. “Y-yeah…” the closer you got the louder you got, so Hao pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you swirl your tongue around them. “Thank you, baby” you’d kiss his entire face afterwards and it would get super red from both your lipstick and his shyness.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” said Matthew as he lifted you up and slammed (not harshly) you on the bed. He’s such a nice bf he wants to help you out asap. Would start thrusting in you immediately. “You pretty baby, you must’ve suffered for so long… your pussy is so wet and puffy and basically sucking me in” he had a pout on his face as he rubbed your clit at a rapid pace, trying to have you come undone as quickly as he could. You’d be scratching his biceps (meow) as he made your whole body rocked back and forced, all until he felt you tighten unbelievably hard on his dick. “You better now?” you nodded as he kissed your hair.

“Sit on my face then.” i will NEVER shut up about Taerae eating pussy agenda. would put u on his face instantly. He knows how to get you whiny and overstimulated just with his tongue easily, but just because you mentioned his fingers as well he decided to combine them. He’s have 3 of his large long fingers thrusting in and out as your arousal would drip into your mouth. Just a second later his tongue would be attached to your clit, sucking it with all his might. By the time you came, your legs would be shaking, vision blurry and out of breath. “thank you, taerae. thank you so so much” you’d say multiple times, feeling him smirk against your pussy. “i’m not done yet, angel. you’re to sweet” he’s stop whenever he decided you had enough. (im so delulu for him)

“Can’t cum without your help, Ricky” your words would go straight to Ricky’s dick. “Aww, you’re so needy. Do you want to sit on my dick, baby?” you nodded and he pulled you into his lap, having you grind down on his growing tent as you two made out. Thankfully you were only wearing a skirt so all he had to do was unzip his pants, pull his underwear down and push yours to the side. Would thrust hard into you from below as he kept on kissing you. “Am i making you feel good, sweetie?” hes soo communicative during sex so hes asking you all kinds of questions. He always fucks you stupid and he knows you’ve had enough when you become unable to answer him. that’s when he starts rubbing your clit and focusing on making you cum quicker. “That’s it baby. Use me” he’d tell you as you bounced up and down on his length, crying and trying to cum. When you do, you need a few good minutes to come down from your high. “It’s okay, cutie” Ricky would wipe your tears and take you to the bathroom for a shared bath (round 2 also)

[t0jisd0ll]

11:11

genre: angst (no comfort)

pairing: gojo x gn! reader

warnings: cheating, crying, basically sad stuff (also crap writing skjs), gojo is his own warning lol.

word count: 1.3k

Your whole life was starting to come undone.

Even though you had only realized this when Gojo had thrown his engagement ring at your face and had left you standing alone in your apartment, the problems had started way before.

It would have been a month or two so to say?  Gojo had started to behave strangely at home. It was unlike his normal cheerful personality, especially when he was around you. You didn't take it to heart though, it was probably just from the stress of work, right?

That’s where you were wrong.

Earlier that day, one of Gojo’s coworkers, who was also your close friend, told you that Gojo was leaving the office a couple of times, with a pretty lady in his arms. From what your friend could tell, they seemed pretty intimate.

You felt your heart shatter.

After what felt like hours and hours of thinking and crying, you decided to call Gojo and ask him when he was getting home. He replied curtly that he would get home in a bit and hung up. Before he did, you could swear that you heard some female voice call out his name in the background.

Gojo came an hour after you had made the call. So much for coming in a bit, you thought to yourself. It had been a good time for you to think about whether you wanted to ask him about this or not.

But after seeing him walk in casually with slightly ruffled hair, a faint scent of flowery perfume and a not-so-well-hidden lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt, you knew you had to.

“Where have you been? You asked calmly, trying to not give into the urge of slapping the man right across the face.

“A business meeting.” He replied shortly, without even meeting you in the eyes. “Then would you care to explain that stain on your collar?” You questioned, finally turning around to face him properly, right in time to see him still and his expression turned to dread.

“Ah, it’s nothing like that, don’t– ” 

“Nanami already told me everything about you and this woman.” You interrupted, the anger rising within you.

“What about it then? I have nothing to hide now.” He replied nonchalantly. 

You have to admit, you were quite surprised at how quickly his demeanour shifted. 

“How can you say that so casually? You were cheating on me!” You screamed looking at him right in the eyes. 

“Won't you look at that, you finally figured it out?” Gojo exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

“But… why?” You asked, feeling the tears build up for what could have been the umpteenth time that day. 

“Well it's quite simple really, you got quite boring and she was much more fun. It’s pretty obvious if you would even try to think with that dumb little brain of yours. ” Gojo stated. Each word of his felt like a needle piercing your heart in the slowest, most excruciating way possible, making you numb.

“Then why on Earth would you propose to me? Why would you tell me that you loved me so many times? Just to do this? Where was the man I truly wanted? Who loved me and cared for me?” You screamed, feeling hot tears flow down your cheeks.

“That man is long gone. Not everyone gets what they want after all.” He replied.

Gojo Saturo, the man who was supposed to be the love of your life, to stay with you for all eternity, then proceeded to take off his engagement ring and toss it at your face and walked out of the apartment you shared.

This entire ordeal is what brought you to your current predicament.

Your knees felt weak as you slid onto the floor, sobbing hard.

This wasn’t the man you knew and loved. Gojo was right, he was long gone. You sadly stared at the ring lying on the floor next to you. Maybe the both of you were never meant to be. You just didn’t think that it would have to end like this.

You looked at the clock. It was 11:11 PM. You sighed to yourself and lifted yourself. You didn’t deserve this, you thought to yourself

You had to move on, as he did with so much ease.

Packing a few essentials into a small duffel bag, you wrote a note for Gojo, and placed it on the kitchen counter, along with the ring he had thrown at you. Taking a deep breath, you took the ring on your finger off and placed it next to his.

Picking up your duffel bag, you left that apartment once and for all.

Gojo has a nagging feeling that something was wrong. He had been going at a speed of 90 kilometres per hour on a highway road in the middle of the night. Surely that couldn’t be too dangerous, right?

He should have watched where he was going.

If he had, he would have noticed that a huge van was coming at a high speed right in front of him.

Do you know those moments when your life flashed in front of your eyes? That is exactly what happened to Gojo. It felt like a really old movie.

Almost all of the slides were memories of you. 

With some reflex and luck, he had managed to turn his car with just a large scratch. He recollected his thoughts while the van driver swore at him.

What has he done?

Completely ignoring the near-death situation he was in, Gojo took a U-turn and drove even faster back to his apartment. 

When he reached, the door was left ajar. He called out your name to no avail and searched all the rooms in vain.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw a note on the tabletop, beneath two rings. He picked up the note, and it read–

‘Dear Gojo,

After a lot of thinking, I’ve decided that you are right. You are no longer the man I once knew and loved. I’ve decided to come to terms with that fact, which is why I have written this letter. I highly doubt that we’ll ever meet again.

I hope you live a good life henceforth.’

Tears started to fall from his eyes as the paper crumpled in his hands.

He won’t be able to fix this. Not anymore.

Five years later…

Gojo certainly wasn’t doing well. His business was slowly starting to fall apart and it turns out that the chick he was with was only there for the money.

Every day had become a monotonous routine. There was no one else at home to bring joy to his life. Not since you had left. A single day hadn’t gone by when he didn’t regret his actions. It was slowly eating him apart, bit by bit.

He was at the local grocery store, getting some supplies, when he heard a familiar voice.

No, it couldn’t be.

He turned around to see none other than his former lover and fiance, you. You hadn’t seen him yet though, you were happily chatting with another person. 

You looked the same as the day you left him, albeit you were so much happier with that woman. He saw that the both of you were holding hands. Then, a small boy of about three or four years came running up happily to you.

Oh.

That was when your eyes met.

To say that your heart stopped for a hot second was an understatement.

Gojo looked so disheveled and undone that you could barely tell that it was him at first glance. You found yourself to be able to give him nothing more than a tight-lipped smile, as you walked away with your partner and child in your arms.

Gojo just stood there, processing everything he just saw.

It looked like people did get what they wanted after all.

You had your dream, and he was left alone.

With his broken heart.

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[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Illumi x Reader x ??????

Part 12

part 11

part 13

warning: illumi is a LITTLE mean, mostly because he’s trying to push his feelings for you away!! Also slightly suggestive, mention of panty stealing, Leorio is a pervert(as per usual)

“I’ll teach you, for a price.”

(Name) raises an eyebrow at the man in front of her, who she knows as Gittarackur, but is actually the disguised Illumi.

“Yeah, and what you want as payment?”

The man lifts a hand to stroke his chin. “Two options.”

(Name) leaned against the tree, waiting for him to continue.

“You can pay me back with your… body.”

She jumped, her face heating up. “W-what? My-“

He raised a hand to stop her, shaking his head. “Not in that way. You will owe me a favor, which I may need your future skill to complete.”

She relaxed a bit, sliding down to sit on the ground. “Okay. And the other option?”

He smiled, crouching down in front of her to pull out a picture, one that she had dropped.

“You tell me who the people in this picture are.”

Her eyes widened, and she reached out to snatch the picture back, a hint of anger in her eyes. “Give that back.”

He shook his finger, tutting softly. “Not until your training is over.”

She grabbed his arm, her eyes wide. “That picture is very important to me, please give it back!”

Illumi paused, not liking the shaking that had entered her voice. Was she about to cry? And why was he getting anxious at the thought of her tears.

“…”

He scoffed and let the picture drop to the ground, seeing her snatch it away and hold it to her chest before he turned away, a frown on his face.

“… it’s a picture of me and someone I care about. I don’t remember much about him, but I wanna see him again someday.”

She brings the picture to her lips to kiss the boys face, smiling at his blurred features. Illumi stiffens at this.

“You really care about that person, huh?”

She nods. “He was my first real friend. I hope he’s doing okay, I know he had a rough life, but he’s strong. And was really cute!”

She giggled to herself, stuffing the picture into her bag. Illumi was glad that he was facing the other way, or she would see his disguise trembling, a blush erupting on his cheeks.

“… I’m sure he’s fine. Probably misses you too.”

He calmed himself before turning and offered her his hand.

“Tonight will be your only rest time, so find somewhere to sleep. We’ll start your training in the morning.”

And with that, he was gone. The only thing he left behind was a nostalgic girl that he now knew to be his childhood friend.

When he was far enough away, Illumi’s disguise completely came undone, and the long haired man could only hold his chest as his heart threatened to break through his ribs.

She missed him. Him! She had held onto that picture for over 10 years, searching for HIM! He let out a shaky breath, using a nearby tree to support himself.

“Look what you do to me, (Name). Can’t even stand up straight…”

He calmed down just enough to remember her words more clearly. She had mentioned that she didn’t rennet much about him. Was that just her memory being shoddy, or amnesia? Questions for later, right now he could barely think about her without melting.

“My, my, seems you got the conformation you needed.”

Hisoka shuffled his cards, not even glancing up to look at Illumi’s flushed expression. He could tell by Illumi’s aura that he was beyond flustered, and was there to revel in this new side of him.

“Yes… she is the girl from my childhood. A person that was very important to me…”

Hisoka glanced up, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Was?”

Illumi nodded, folding his arms across his broad chest, steadying his breathing. “Was. I won’t have myself falling for her all over again. The first time it was… agonizing when I realized she was gone. Plus I’m way too busy to play around, I’m not a child anymore.”

Hisoka hummed. ‘Oh poor ‘Lumi, doesn’t even understand he’s still in love with her. Oh well, just makes it more interesting for me.’

“So, what do you plan on doing with her then? You’re going to teach her to be a hunter, correct?”

The black haired assassin mulled over this, brushing his hair to the side.

“Yes. I can sense potential in her. I may…”

A small smile spread across his lips, a smile devoid of good intentions.

“… borrow her after the exam.”

——————

(Name) did her best to create a rudimentary shelter before the sun dipped below the trees. When she finished, she crawled in and lied down, using a pile of leaves as her pillow.

She thought back to earlier, gripping her photo so tight it wrinkled.

‘How did he get this? I’ll have to be much more careful in the future. Someone could use this picture to hurt my old friend…’

She curled up, her eyelids growing heavier by the second.

“Goodnight Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, and Gittarackur. Wherever you are…”

——————

(Name) awoke when the feeling of water surrounded her, she tried to breath, but stopped when her mouth filled with liquid.

She breached the surface of the water, gasping for breath. (Name) took a moment to breath before she checked her surroundings, seeing Illumi standing on the bank of the stream she had been tossed in. He had an amused smirk on his lips.

“I came to wake you up and you didn’t budge. I pulled you out of your mediocre shelter, nothing. If I can carry you to a stream and toss you into water before you wake up…”

He grabs her sleeve, pulling her up onto the bank with ease.

“We have a problem.”

(Name) pushed him away, coughing up water. She gestured to her soaked clothes, her brows furrowing.

“Okay, cool, but now my clothes are absolutely soaked. What am I supposed to do?”

He shrugged, looking her up and down. “You could just train in your underwear. Don’t worry, I’m not attracted to girls like you.”

He winced at his own comment, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Huh, okay then.” She scoffed and pulled at the hem of her shirt, just enough to expose her pink bra.

He jumped back, his head turning to look in the opposite direction quicker than he would have liked.

“Vulgar girl, I would’ve hoped you’d change in privacy, considering you have an extra set of clothes.”

He tried to ignore the urge to look, biting his lip. She just huffed, throwing her shirt on the ground and waking past him to her shelter.

“You’re blushing an awful lot for someone that ain’t attracted to girl like me, Gittarackur.”

He growled, folding his arms as he waited for her to change.

“Anyone would blush when a woman starts disrobing in front of them. You feel comfortable getting naked in front of men?”

She laughed, exiting her shelter wearing her shorts from the first day and a sports bra. He could feel his pants tighten at the sight, telling himself he’d address THAT later.

“No, only the men I’m not attracted to.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, stretching out her legs.

“Let’s get started, yeah?”

——————

Illumi’s training was tough, partly because training to be a hunter was tough, but also because he wanted to let out a bit of pent up energy.

He was no stranger to seeing half naked women, often being an assassin meant women trying to seduce you into not killing them. This never worked, as Illumi didn’t have much of a libido.

(Name), however, was testing his patience.

The way she bent to watch the fish be picked up by birds and practiced catching them by jumping into the air, causing her breasts to bounce was driving Illumi crazy. She seemed almost unaware of her effect on him, leaning against him during her breaks to offer him food or a drink.

Her scent mixed with the sweat of her hard work was mind numbing. He wondered how he was able to keep himself in check when she loosely lifted the hem of her bra to complain about the heat, fanning herself.

“I’m heading out. Keep practicing, watch how the bird waits to catch the fish and practice the moves I taught you.”

He runs off, hissing at the hardness between his legs.

(Name) watches him go, a bit confused at his hasty departure. “Alright, see you tomorrow.”

——————

By the time Illumi arrived to wake (Name) up, she had already rose and gotten dressed, this time in a t-shirt and shorts. Illumi sighed in relief, glad he wouldn’t have to deal with his “little problem” again after their session.

He would have stayed relieved if he didn’t see her clothes from the last day drying on a string next to her shelter, including a pair of panties with a strawberry pattern.

“(Name).”

He gripped her shoulder, staring down at her intensely. She just lifted an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Why… why are you drying your underwear out in plain view?”

(Name) just shrugged, pushing his hand off her shoulder. “Why not? I need clothes to wear, since YOU got them all soaked yesterday.”

His eye twitched. She wasn’t exactly wrong but…

“There are dangerous men taking this exam, (Name). I seem to remember you saying that Hisoka would be into strange things. What do you think his reaction would be, seeing your little strawberry panties waving in the wind?”

(Name) blinked, then covered her mouth.

“Oh god, he would get WAY too excited. Do you think he’d steal them? They’re my favorite pair!!”

Illumi glared at the girl, raising a hand to rub his temple. “Men are capable of much more than stealing your underwear, girl.”

She tilted her head at this. “Capable of what exactly?”

He dropped his hand, sliding it to her chin.

“Want me to show you?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Illumi pulled his hand away, covering his lower face to hide his blush. He was losing control, the power this girl held over him was concerning. He could feel himself throbbing at the thought of touching her, kissing her, bending her over and-

“Are you done being creepy and ready to see my progress?”

She tapped her foot impatiently, a light blush also apparent on her cheeks. He cleared his throat and nodded.

“Yes. Go ahead.”

—————

It took (Name) two days to master the act of hunting, which impressed Illumi immensely. She was proud of herself, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Ahh, thank you for training me Gittarackur!”

Illumi tensed at her arms wrapping around him, giving him a tight squeeze. He wanted to pull away, but his arms hound themselves wrapped around her waste, his head lowering to smell her hair.

“You’re welcome. I have no other reason to be here, so I just leave. I still have to k- find my target.”

He retracted his arms and pushed her off, earning a huff in return. Illumi held back a chuckle.

“You helped me before even you found your target? You’re such a nice guy!”

Illumi paused, turning quickly to grab her by the shoulders.

“You have no idea the kind of man I am. Don’t trust people so willingly, (Name). You’ll only get hurt.”

He squeezed her shoulders before he let go and scurried away. She frowned and yelled after him.

“A BAD MAN WOULDN’T BE SO GENTLE, GITTARACKUR!”

Illumi ignored her, speeding up.

—————

(Name) left her temporary home to explore, having a bit more confidence in her abilities. Illumi had sparred with her relentlessly, and she rubbed her bruised bottom. He’d sent her falling onto her butt so many times you would of though she’d broke her tailbone.

“Man, where is everyone hiding?”

(Name) perked up when she heard Illumi’s voice in the distance, immediately following it.

“I haven’t seen anyone for the past two days.”

(Name) appeared, waving excitedly.

“Leorio, I’m so glad to see you!”

She jumped into his arms, squeezing him tightly. He gasped, his hands hovering around her hips.

“Oh, (Name), you scared me! How you’ve been holding up?”

“Meh, okay I guess. One of the applicants trained me in the “art of hunting.” He’s moody, but I think he’s actually a nice guy under all that doom and gloom!”

Leorio relaxes, his hands finally resting on her hips. “He? (Name) be careful, men don’t just help a girl for no reason.”

“But you and Kurapika have helped me plenty, and I know you two don’t have any ulterior motives… unless…”

She playfully hit his shoulder. “You’ve been using me for my canteen haven’t you?”

He sighed, playing along by holding up his hands in defeat. “You got me. This has all been an elaborate plan to steal your pink water canteen.”

They looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. (Name) pinched his cheek, her eyes sparkling.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard to admit, huh?”

The moment was ruined when the bush next to them rattled. Leorio stood, pushing (Name) behind him and wielding his knife. She pulled out her own dagger, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Who goes there?”

“Oh, hold on!”

Tonpa left the bush, holding his hands up to show he wasn’t armed. (Name) frowned, folding her arms across her chest.

“It’s just me!”

“Tonpa! Don’t tell me your target is…”

Leorio and (Name) tensed, pointing their weapons at him.

“Hey, wait a second! Just calm down you two! Neither of you are my target.”

“Prove it.”

Tonpa reached into his back pocket, pulling out a card with the number 191 on it. The two relaxed.

“Good think I didn’t throw it away. Fighting people who aren’t my target is a waste of time and energy.”

(Name) looped her arm around Leorio’s, glaring at the man. Tonpa caught this and began to back up, pointing at her.

“Wait don’t tell me that I’m your target?!”

“Unfortunately you’re not.” Leorio replied. (Name) shook her head to signal he wasn’t her target either. Leorio held up the card that held the number of his target.

“Number 246. Ponzu, huh?”

“Huh? You know who this is?”

“You didn’t already know?”

(Name) giggled, poking Leorio’s cheek. “You shouldn’t let him know he has an advantage over you, Leorio.”

“Uh, er, well… I wouldn’t put it that way. I just didn’t have a chance to find out…”

Tonpa grinned. “Heh. Want me to fill you in?”

“What?”

“Your target’s appearance, weapons, special abilities, and weaknesses.”

Leorio let him continue, thinking it over.

“I have one condition.”

The two were surprised to hear a wet gurgling sound come from Tonpa’s stomach. (Name) made a disgusted face, stepping back.

“I think I ate some bad fruit.”

“Bad fruit…”

“To be honest, I can barely stand… you want to become a doctor right? Do you have any medicine one you?”

He groaned, holding his stomach as he trembled. (Name) gagged, retreating behind Leorio. He approached Tonpa, holding out his briefcase.

“Wait, don’t soil yourself. I have all kinds of anti-diarrheal and stomach medicine.”

“Oh, thank you so much!”

Tonpa reached out for the briefcase, his hands brushing against it. Leorio pulled it back, scowling.

“First tell me what you know.”

“F-fine.”

(Name) didn’t pay much attention to their conversation, only picking up that the woman she’d met before was named Ponzu.

Leorio instructed Tonpa to step back before he opened his briefcase, which he did quickly.

As soon as the briefcase clicked open, someone descended from the trees and attempted to wack Leorio in the head with a large stick. He barely dodged, the contents of his bag spilling out…

Including his badge number!

“Leorio!”

(Name) launched forward, but before she could grab the badge it was stolen by a monkey. (Name) was so surprised by the monkey that she fell backwards into Leorio.

The two hurriedly stood, (Name) embarrassed apologizing as they did. Leorio paid her no mind, his anger increasing by the second.

“You two are working together!?”

“Exactly so. I didn’t need your medicine. I have my own, and I might as well confess that you actually are my target.”

Tonpa swallowed his medicine, a cocky smile on his face.

“What about the card you just showed me?”

“That’s my target.”

The man with the monkey waved, winking in (Name)’s direction. “This is tonpas, we switched cards. And these…”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of strawberry panties.

“Are yours, right?”

(Name)’s face erupted in a combination of embarrassment and anger. “Hey, those are my favorite pair!”

Leorio just gawked at the man, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

“Can I uh… have th-“

(Name) elbowed him in the stomach, and he shut up.

“There you have it!”

He laughed, which only enraged Leorio further.

“Damn you! I’ll make you pay!!”

“Uh-oh!”

He began to chase Tonpa. (Name) glanced between tonpa and the man with the monkey, deciding to follow after Leorio.

“Hold up, I’m gonna kill you!”

“Hey now, I’m not the one with your tag and her underwear!”

“Shut up!”

Tonpa laughed, keeping a good distance between them. “You still haven’t learned your lesson, rookie? It’s your own fault for letting us trick you! Besides, working in teams during the Hunter Exam is common sense!”

“I agree with the latter, but I cannot accept the former.”

Kurapika appears on the path. Tonpa doesn’t have time to stop at the pace he was going, and Kurapika kicks him.

“You shouldn’t be tricking people, in the first place!”

“Kurapika!”

(Name) embraced him, her eyes welling up with tears. She couldn’t get any words out, just blubbers. He pats her head, and looks to Leorio.

“You two wanna team up?”

—————

“Oh dear.”

Kurapika holds a hand over his mouth as they explain their situation. His cheeks flush when (Name) tells him what happened with her.

“What degenerates. How did they even get them? Are you…”

He barely stops himself from asking if they had been taken straight off of her. She was wearing shorts after all, that would be near impossible.

“Probably stole them while I was hanging them out to dry. My favorite pair, with the cute strawberries!”

She started to cry again, shaking Leorio. “What if they get away and keep them?! What am I supposed to do without my lucky pair!! Ugh Gittarackur was right!”

The two exchanged a look. “We’ll get your uh.. undergarments back, (Name).”

Leorio ruffles her hair, which calms her a little.

——————

(Name) waits at an old log, kicking her feet. The two had promised to retrieve her underwear, and she promised to cook dinner.

The two returned an hour later, Leorio with his tag in one hand, and her neatly folded panties in the other. Kurapika was polite enough to not look, instead turning his head when Leorio offered her the pair of panties.

“Oh thank you so much! Ah, my favorite pair!”

She held them up, spinning in a circle before stuffing them into her bag. “I’ve gotta out these on later. Guess they’re only safe when they’re on my-“

“Ahem! Anyways…”

Kurapika stopped her mid sentence, avoiding her gaze. “We have the tags for #16 and #118 as well.”

“So Kurapika, Tonpa was your target? You saved me back there!”

“No need to thank me. I didn’t want Tonpa to notice me, so I stayed hidden while you were jumped from behind. Well that was because there’d be no point teaming up with you if you couldn’t withstand that attack. I suppose that you barely qualified.”

“You really are full of yourself…”

(Name) pointed to herself. “Did I qualify?”

Kurapika smiled, shaking his head. “I didn’t need to test you, I already planned on teaming up with you from the beginning.”

Leorio frowned and (Name) gasped, pulling Kurapika into a hug and ruffling his hair.

“Aren’t you a little charmer?”

“He’s rude that’s what he is!”

Leorio huffed. “Well, I can’t deny that it’s easier to work as a team. Let’s stick together for the remaining four days.”

(Name) released the now flustered Kurapika, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, let’s.”

The three chatted for a bit, discussing their targets and the tags they now had.

“Wait, (Name), who’s your target?”

Leorio glanced at her, only slightly suspicious. She sighed and reached into her shirt, pulling the blank card out to show them.

“I have no target, and I’m not being hunted. I’m the one who drew the blank card.”

—————

Illumi had been watching over the interaction from a distance. Once (Name) had gotten her stolen underwear back, he left.

He didn’t like that another man had held her panties in his hands, but there wasn’t much her could do about it… yet. It was almost night time and he had long since gravely wounded his target, only needing to capture his tag.

Illumi took one last look at (Name) before he was gone.

————

The group of three traverse through the forest, (Name) stopping to pick up herbs and mushrooms she’d need to make dinner.

They all slide down a cliff, (Name) complaining about their nonchalant behavior.

“Do all boys just enjoy getting dirty? I just washed these.”

She groaned, dusting the dirt off of the back of her shorts.

“You can just wash them again later. You can wear my tunic if you need to.” Kurapika offered like the gentleman he was.

“Thanks, but that would barely cover me. I’m not exactly the smallest girl, but any girl with hips would pop out of that.”

Leorio put a hand on Kurapika’s shoulder. “Let her borrow your tunic.”

The younger man pulled away from his grasp. “Did you not hear her, it would barely cover her.”

“That’s the poi-“

Kurapika smacked him over the head with his weapon. “Pervert.”

Leorio huffed. “So I’ve figured out who my target is, but how am I supposed to find her on this huge island? Isn’t walking around aimlessly a waste of energy?”

“Constantly whining and being a pervert would be an even bigger waste of energy.”

“You already have six points, so you’re finished. But if I don’t find my target…”

The three stopped in their tracks, Kurapika gasping. Down the path and causally leaned against a tree was none other than Hisoka.

“Hey.”

He held up a card nonchalantly. The two men stiffened, standing in front of (Name) protectively. Kurapika barely noticed her slowly raise her hand to grasp her hurt wrist, trembling.

“Imagine meeting you here…”

Leorio laughed humorlessly. “I keep running into people I don’t want to encounter.”

“You see, I need two more points. Could you give me your tags?”

“What was that! Screw that, I’m not gonna-“

“Leorio!”

Kurapika cut his eyes to (Name), and Leorio did the same. She was shaking, struggling to control her breathing. It was very obvious that Hisoka scared her, and it wasn’t just because he had a frightening presence. Something had happened between the two.

“You said that you only needed two points, correct? Which implies we are not your targets, correct?”

“I’m the one asking questions here. Will you give me your tags or not?”

He held a card to his lips, his eyes trained on (Name). The two men inches closer, blocking her from view.

“That depends. We currently have five tags. Mine, my target’s, Leorio’s, (Name)’s, and a tag only worth a single point to us. Of these, only two could be the number of your target. Mine, or the tag only worth a single point.”

“Correct. Neither of those is my target. So?”

“That’s leaves the other two tags. If you’re willing to take the tag worth only one point to us and leave, you can have it. But I will not let you have mine or (Name)’s, and the same goes for the other two.”

The two of them throw down their respective bags, readying themselves for battle. (Name) drew her dagger.

“If you insist on taking them by force, you’ll have to fight me!”

Both Kurapika and Leorio raised their weapons, the three men having a stare down. (Name) attempted to join them, but before she could move from behind them the two blocked her with their arms.

“Stay back.” Kurapika whispered. Hisoka’s eyes narrowed, taking in the sight of the three with wicked glee. He covered his face with his hand, laughing into it.

“Mmm….”

He pulled his hand down to glance at them. “Out of curiosity, what is your number?”

“#404.” Kurapika answered, frowning.

Hisoka glared at them for a bit longer, almost like he was savoring the moment. “Alright. You have a deal. I’ll only take the one tag.”

Kurapika nodded. He crouched down to grab his bag, fishing the badge out and placing it in the hollow part of a tree.

“I’ll leave it here.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be standing here for a while.”

Before the three can leave, he stops them with a smirk.

“Girl, stay here for a moment.”

Leorio and Kurapika began to protest, but (Name) stops them. “It’s alright. I don’t want to anger or… excite him with my refusal.”

“You two, walk away a bit. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on killing her or anything. Just need to.. pass on a message.”

The two glanced at her as they walked away, Kurapika’s hand forming into a fist.

“What do you need to tell me?”

(Name) stand a good 5 feet away, her dagger still out and ready for use. Hisoka steps towards, and she takes a step back.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you again. I really do have a message for you, from your little friend.”

(Name) perks up at this, breaking the distance between them. “You mean it? A message from-“

Hisoka puts a finger over her lips, smirking as she winced in disgust. “You surround yourself with such dangerous men, (Name). Be careful who you say his name around.”

She nodded hesitantly and he pulled his finger away, licking it.

“He said to meet him in York New, September 1st.”

Her heart started beating against her chest, and she gripped the fabric of her shirt. “I’m so glad he’s okay…”

‘Although he could have just texted me instead of getting the creepy clown to play messenger…’

Nonetheless, (Name) shook Hisoka’s hand, smiling up at him. “Thank you so much, I didn’t know you were this nice!”

After that she ran away, chasing after Leorio and Kurapika.

Hisoka watched her go, staring down at his hand for a moment before clenching his fist.

“I’m starting to understand why those two are so… interested in her.”

——————

(Name) made a simple soup for dinner, eating and drinking water from the stream as the two fussed over her.

“What did he tell you, did he hurt you?”

“Why the hell did you grab his hand, he could’ve crushed your windpipe with ease!”

(Name) leaned back against her leaf pillow, stretching out her legs. “I’m fine, aren’t I? And he didn’t tell me anything that you two would need to know.”

She wasn’t sure if she should tell them. After all, her friend wasn’t exactly a… great person. She was okay with that, but she knew others wouldn’t be so lenient.

“We’re just worried, (Name). You seem to have a knack for getting yourself into trouble with dangerous men.”

Kurapika didn’t know how right he was. (Name) pouted, snuggling up under their new shelter.

“I can handle myself… most of the time… I promise if what he told me was bad I would have told you by now.”

“Yeah? Well how about you tell us why you were shaking so badly when he looked at you?”

(Name) was silent at this, looking down at her wrist that had turned purple over the last few days. Leorio didn’t miss this.

“He’s the one that did that to you, isn’t he? That bastard… I’ll kill him!”

(Name) reached out to pull at his sleeve, shaking her head.

“Don’t. He’s too strong for any of us to beat. He… made me promise not to say anything. I agreed, for… your sake.”

She gestured to the two, before releasing Leorio’s sleeve.

The three fell into silence, and (Name) soon fell asleep. Kurapika took of his tunic and covered her with it, brushing the hair out of her face.

“She did that… to protect us?”

Leorio shook his head, gripping his blade.

“We’ll have to return the favor.”

—————

Four days had passed since they saw Hisoka, with nothing to show for it.

“Wanna head back to the starting point?”

“Huh?”

(Name) stopped, placing her canteen back in her bag after they’d all had a sip. Leorio continued.

“It’s possible that people have already finished.”

“No, we won’t be able to find anyone there. This phase is unique because you have a chance to recover your tag if you lose it. On the other hand, you might have six points in tags right now, but that doesn’t guarantee you’ll have them when the phase ends. You can’t finish it quickly.”

“I see.” Leorio grunts out, rubbing his aching legs.

“But it’s worth a shot. Only one day remains, people who already have six points will be inclined to wait near the goal. I would do the same.”

(Name) nods, jumping over the roots of a tree.

“Okay, let’s go!”

————

“Well? Anyone there?”

The three stare out at the place where they first disembarked. “No. No one that can easily be spotted.”

“Damn.”

“Perhaps we should split up to search after we decide on a place to reconvene.” Kurapika and Leorio sigh, (Name) raising an eyebrow at the suggestion. Had they forgotten that there was a Killer Clown on the loose?

“It’ll go faster with four people!”

“Huh?”

The three startle, quickly swiveling around to see Gon jump from a tree.

“Gon!”

“I guess we all had the same idea. I’ve been watching from up above, and a number of people are nearby.”

(Name) jumped up and tackled him in a hug, petting his head. “Gon!! You’re safe!”

“I see, we should search from above.”

Gon wiggled out of her grasp and Kurapika shook his head.

“We can’t, it’s only possible if you have eyes as sharp as Gon’s.”

(Name) agreed, looking at the tree with dismay. “And I don’t think I can climb a tree, not after what happened last time.”

“Last time? What happened last t-“

“Gon!”

Said boy perked up. “Yes?”

“Do you have the tags you need?”

His expression soured a bit. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Damn, so I’m the only one without enough points.”

“Who’s your target?”

Leorio handed Gon his card. “#246, a woman named Ponzu. I heard she used chemical weapons. Gon, did you see any women when you were up there?”

He shakes his head. “None besides (Name).”

“I see…”

Kurapika placed a hand on Leorio’s shoulder. “We can assume that there are four possibilities. She’s I. Good shape and still has her tag. She’s in good shape, but she lost her tag. She’s out of action, but she still has her tag. She’s out of action, and she doesn’t have her tag.”

“Is it really likely that she’d still have her tag if she’s out of action?”

“If she were caught in a sudden accident, or if she were defeated after hiding the tag. If she died after conceiving her tag, we won’t be able to find it.”

“Sounding gloomier by the second.” Leorio whined.

“Hey, do you know anything else about Ponzu? Does she wear a special perfume like (Name)?” Gon asked. (Name) sniffed herself, but all she could smell was soil and sweat. Kurapika gasped.

“Oh, that’s right! Gon can follow her scent!”

“But she might not wear perfume.”

“He can smell the chemicals she uses. She’s known for using drugs, right? Some of them must have strong scents. Well, Gon?”

Gon nodded. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot! That’s why I’m here.”

—————

The group of four travelled under the shade of trees and through hills of grass, Gon inhaling the air as they went.

By sunset, Gon sniffed out a cave where they stopped in front of. Leorio peered at the cave, giving Gon a nod.

“Is she in there, Gon?”

“Yep, definitely.”

“What do you want to do, Leorio?”

“I’m going inside.”

They all looked at him as he picked up a stick and began to approach the cave. “You guys wait here.”

He walked in, tapping the walls as he did. He threw his stick into the dark to test for a reaction.

“I’ll head inside. Don’t renter until I give you the okay.”

“30 minutes.”

“Huh?”

“If we don’t hear anything from you after 30 minutes, we’re coming in.”

Leorio denied Kurapika’s demand with a shake of his head.

“Unacceptable. If that happens, you guys should return to the start.”

“I can’t do that. Since we teamed up, I won’t abandon you now.”

(name) nodded, in agreement with Kurapika. “I still owe you from getting my… lucky pair back for me.”

She winked, causing a blush to erupt on his face.

“Then I quit the team. You don’t owe me anything. It’s selfish, considering all the help you’ve given me, but I’ll do this alone.”

Gon frowned. “No.”

Leorio ran back. “What did you say?!”

“We’re staying here no matter what! Still got a problem?”

He watched the threes faces, all of them looking at him with stubborn eyes. He sighed and pulled out his knife, tossing his briefcase to gon.

“Do whatever you like. Hold onto that for me.”

The three smiled between themselves.

———————

“-and then he bit me, like actually bit me! I was afraid he might be rabid so I ran away.”

“(Name), you attract the strangest people.”

(Name) had begun to tell them about her meeting her mysterious friend, although she kept his name and occupation secret. Kurapika rubbed his temple.

“Yeah, he is pretty strange, but cute in a way. He really liked the rose syrup I made so I mail him some every month. His address changes for work often but…”

She paused, biting her lip. “Sorry, I’m rambling. It’s just…”

“Nervous about Leorio taking so long?” Kurapika asked, a smile pulling at his lips. She nodded.

“It’s been nearly 30 minutes.”

“Kurapika, Gon, (Name)!”

The three shoot up at the sound of Leorio’s shouting.

“Don’t come in!”

The three run forward, Kurapika pushing (Name) back. “You stay here. Don’t move!”

With that, (Name) is alone again. She kicked the sandy ground, her lips forming into her another pout.

“Stupid boys and their stupid chivalry.” She crossed her arms, deciding to gather ingredients for dinner to pass the time. If they weren’t out in an hour, she’d go in.

—————

(Name) was lucky enough to find a nest full of eggs, so she boiled them and made a simple salad to go with it. It wasn’t much, but would fill their bellies enough to get through the night.

She stared at the entrance to the cave as the eggs boiled. She noticed smoke starting to pool out.

“Smoke? Oh god I hope they didn’t-“

(Name) quieted when she heard the d sound of shoes slapping against the cave floor. She gasped when she saw Gon carring the boys, plus Ponzu out of the cave.

“Holy- Gon how strong are you!?”

He let out a great before inhaling loudly. “Strong enough!”

—————

The boys explained what happened over dinner. Gon seemed particularly excited, his stomach growling loudly.

“Thanks for preparing dinner, (Name)!”

She patted his head, putting two one of her eggs onto his plate. “No problem. Here, take one of mine. Young boys need to eat!”

He didn’t argue, only gulping it down and grinning. After dinner the four gathered together to sleep, (Name) telling them stories about her mysterious friend, who they were beginning to wonder the motive of.

“(Name), I think that guy might be in l-“

Kurapika smacked Leorio across the head.

“Goodnight, let’s all get some rest before the big day tomorrow.”

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yandere benkei....

DAMMIT I was AT WORK, BUT THIS SHIT IS FIRE AS FUCK. PHEW, YOWZA I WROTE SO MUCH

Break the Seal: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: yandere, dub-con, drinking

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Keizo isn't really the type to take control of someone's life. He's always been the type to "live and let live", you know?

But when he stumbles across you - little you standing in some dark alleyway - trying to make your way out but being blocked by a sincere pervert, he can't help but take control.

And when his fist comes down on the man's face, instinct overrides his mental capacities. There is no logic in the way Benkei tries to defend you, none at all. But when he's done, and you thank him, practically falling into his arms and holding him against you, there's another part of his brain that goes out of the window.

"Thank you for ssssaving me," you slur, gripping his forearms tightly.

"Not a problem," Keizo grunts, but you press yourself against him and wrap your arms around his neck. The music from the club fades back into his ears, and with the thrum of his heartbeat, he's sure someone nearby is dancing to the cacophony of sounds.

You lean forward, and the kiss is sloppy, slow, and somewhat uncoordinated, but it gets him harder than a brick. He's hard and ready, and you're willing and feeling him up in a dark alley, and -- wait.

"W-we should go somewhere more private," Keizo suggests, and you pull back, your breath laced with the scent of cheap rum.

"Sexy and smart," you huff. "I like that."

And with those words, Keizo ushers you toward the car waiting in the parking lot. It seems his entire brain has gone on vacation by the time he gets back to his apartment right above the dojo, helping you into the one-bed-one-bath by lifting you over the steps with one arm.

When he gets you inside, you take a moment to admire the place - the minimalistic decor apparently calls to your senses - and then you begin to take off every shred of clothing you have on.

Keizo feels stuck in a dream as he watches you come undone, and when you toss your hair over one shoulder, he practically takes it as a signal that he's free from the spell to come and claim you for himself.

And against his better judgment, he does.

Over and over again, Keizo's cock drills into you, giving you an enjoyable experience as you cum more than twice over his length. It's a fugue-like state he's in - fucking you and watching himself partake in such a devious act.

But that's also cast aside when Keizo finds his orgasm and presses your body against the couch to cum roughshod inside your divine pussy. He falls asleep holding you close, his face nestled in the dip of your shoulder.

Obsession isn't even a thought on Keizo's mind.

But when he awakens, and you're gone, he feels some guilt. He'd cornered you when you were vulnerable. And he hadn't even gotten your name.

"You've been driving yourself insane about this whole thing," Waka huffs, deftly dodging a swing from Keizo's fist. "Why don't you just let it go?"

Exhale, step, inhale, swing. Waka's block isn't enough to keep him on his feet. As the smaller man staggers, Keizo thinks of a response.

"I can't," he finally replies, his voice full of sadness. "I wish I could, but..."

"Have you been back to the club you saw her at?" Keizo's guilty expression is all Waka needs to see before his heart sinks. "You're borrowing trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wakasa grabs his water bottle and takes a long swig before answering.

"Listen, if she wanted to keep in touch, she would have left you her number or something. Or given you head in the morning, at least."

"What if," Keizo begins, taking his gloves off. "What if she was embarrassed by the whole thing? Maybe she thought I would be weirded out and reject her." Wakasa shrugs as he shakes his head.

"You'll never know unless you run into her again."

Waka's words stick with Keizo as he prowls the streets, keeping both eyes peeled for your face. His ears are on alert for your voice, like an FM radio tuned in to your waves.

As the night comes to a close, however, Keizo sees he's run out of options and is standing in the same exact spot he found you in. A wave of disappointment finally crests, and he exhales slowly, giving up his quest once and for all.

As Keizo turns away into the night, one final thought pops into his mind. He looks back at the club and then at the doorway. He'd never gone inside of the clubs. What if you were there, stowed away and just out of sight?

The bouncer at the door gives Keizo one look before letting him inside the barely-lit dance club, and bodies of all kinds weave through the crowd.

Keizo's mouth waters at the thought of running into you - you, among the wolves and ravenous men lurking in the shadows. It doesn't even occur to him that he's part of that same bunch as he peers down the bar at the various patrons. Your face doesn't materialize. Keizo leans back and spots the back of the bartender's head before calling out to them and raising a hand slightly.

When the bartender turns around, it takes Keizo a few seconds to recognize you with a wig and heavy makeup on. But you smile at him brightly and waltz over, your face more luminous than a star in the pitch-black sky.

"Hey," you greet him cordially, sliding him a napkin. "Never thought I'd see you in this type of place." Keizo chuckles, leaning in to hear your voice over the amplified bass.

"Practically where we met," Keizo replied easily. "You work here?"

"Only sometimes," you shrug, glancing behind him at the dance floor. "Just helping out a friend at the moment." Before he can stop his own hand, Keizo reaches out to touch yours.

"You just disappeared..." Your face sobers up, and you clear your throat.

"My bad. I... I was kind of embarrassed about the whole thing."

"Why?" You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and look away.

"The whole thing was kind of a mess. Didn't want to complicate your life or anything. But you have my thanks always." Keizo hums, pulling his hand away. You blink, then shake your head to clear your thoughts. "Uh, d'you want something to drink? It's on the house."

"Only if you're serving it," he teases, and you throw him a winning smile. "Make me something good. I trust you."

I trust you.

Keizo isn't sure what trust really is, though. Is it the feeling of allowing someone to know your deepest thoughts without fear of judgment? Is it the urge to confess all of your sins and then pray the person would forgive you by proxy? Or is it simply sharing a drink with someone in a crowded dance club?

"Bottoms up," you announce, sliding him a shot and taking your own. An informal toast is made, and Keizo downs the liquid without grimacing.

"Keep 'em comin'...?"

"My name's y/n," you offer, smirking. "And yours?"

"Keizo, but everyone calls me Benkei."

"I'll call you Benkei, then." You pour another shot and toss it back. "

The more you drink, the more Keizo is thankful he's other to watch out for you. One shot for him, one for you. And it's hitting you harder than him. By the end of your shift, you're stumbling again, and Keizo leads you out of the club, covered in his jacket to hide your lack of proper clothing.

"So wasted," you moan, climbing into his car.

"Yeah," Keizo agrees, starting up the engine. "I'll run you a bath, and you can crash at my place."

"You'd let me do that?" you wonder, then you hum in appreciation. "I'm so lucky to have you, Benkei."

The rumblings of something sinister bubble up in Keizo's chest, but he just takes your hand and kisses it possessively.

"No," he whispers. "I'm the lucky one."

[cloudofdarkness]

Pragma

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:  M/M

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Relationship: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light

Characters:

G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch

Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)

Ryne | Minfilia

Thancred Waters

           Additional Tags:

Shadowbringers Spoilers

Angst

Healing

wound depictions

           Language: English

Words:2,576 

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Summary: Through the hurt and the rush of battle, the lies and years of waiting, you still find that ever familiar, ever known comfort; that poetically correct love.

The waves on Kholusia’s shore were so much calmer than the ones washing up on the Ruby Tithe. The warrior noted this as the water just barely brushed his sea soaked boots. He smelled of salt, his undone hair sticking to his face unceremoniously from the unkind current. The Scions had swam all the way back, and it was pretty well as tiring as Alphinaud had made it out to be. He didn’t blame him for collapsing in contact with land. This was simply one of the few things he tuned in to however, as his thoughts were colliding against each other in his brain; feelings like confusion and stress and fear ever pulled at every thought.

He was exhausted.

Watching the waves was all he could do, though even still, this had proved difficult. The last time he’d done this wasn’t long after the calamity. After he’d lost his family. He couldn’t save anything, couldn’t change anything, had nothing left. So he just watched the waves.

He had more now than he did then, but for some reason, he still felt...scared. Unsure.

He had had a feeling for the longest time that the Exarch was truly G’raha. He wanted to believe his gut feeling, that he knew that voice, those lips, that smile, but his self doubt would always be the worst part of him. He had known that small moment before they scaled Mt Gulg, and yet he still said nothing. He didn’t believe he could have something that felt so right to him come true. Of course fate would only reward him with such a reassurance while he was giving his life.

And even still, they had both lived another day. His pale eyes flickered over to the Exarch, sitting himself back on the sand and seeming to be lost in thought himself, or perhaps that was a side effect from being away from the tower for far too long. They probably felt just about the same in that moment. He could tell as soon as they’d reached the edge of the Tempest. The warrior had had to carry him on his back, and even if his fatigue hadn’t gotten the best of him, he would have done it anyways. He’d never seen a man aside from himself walk his injuries off as well as he did.

He was jolted from his thoughts as a hand gently placed itself on his shoulder, turning curiously to see Ryne staring down at him, her hands clasped over her chest, azure eyes full of worry.

“Are you feeling well, A’tali? I sensed something...off.” She observed, a hand coming to her chin in thought.  So she could sense his unease now. He supposed that was only fair, considering the light no longer burned inside of him. Though realizing she might’ve been intruding on his seclusion, her eyes were quick to soften in apology. “W-which is obviously why you’re taking a moment for yourself! I apologize, I was just worried-“

The Oracle was halted as the warrior took her hand, a tired, but gentle smile forming on his lips as he met her gaze. It was as if everyone knew but her that she was merely a child still. She was allowed to have childlike behaviors, and even still, this was hardly one of them. She was ever kind and empathetic, all heroes tended to be. “No need for apologies. That was quite thoughtful of you to check in on me. Though I’ll be alright, there’s just...a bit to think about. I promise I’ll be settled in a moment.”

This seemed to calm her, that childlike worry in her eyes softening as she placed her other hand over his; a simple last reassurance. He appreciated her presence more than she knew.

It was then that Thancred had called her over, and he could hear talk of them arranging a ride back, as there was no way they were carrying Alphinaud all the way to the Crystarium. He managed a laugh, and nodded in assurance to take her leave. Ever spritely as she was, she hurried herself back over to her found guardian, presumably letting him know that he was alright. He knew Thancred worried about him behind all of his newfound stoic demeanor. They had always been close.

The warrior decided then that if they were to be heading back soon, he would do one last thing, privately. Through his ringing head and burning chest, he managed the small walk over to where Thancred, Y’shtola and G’raha were conversing, holding himself more than he figured, as the two older Scions looked to him in concern.

“Should we be going then? You look awful.” Ever the honest one, Thancred was, and it near brought a smile to A’tali’s face. At least he could always count on him not to pity his condition. Perhaps that was why he liked him so much. In truth, he absolutely felt like shit, but he had to save his energy for now. “In a moment. If you all would make the arrangements and assure the poor Chais of our triumphant return, I would speak with our friend here ere I do much more.”

He almost noticed the miqo'te sitting on the shore perk up at the slight mention, as if he knew he was to be confronted by the other. Even through his mass drain of energy did he stumble when the warrior spoke of him.

Before he did anything, however, he watched the Scions take their leave, Thancred having to hoist Alphinaud over his shoulder, as the boy remained unconscious. Oh the stories that would elicit upon his awakening…

They were alone then, and he hardly knew where to start. G’raha had averted his gaze, his eyes lazily watching the sunrise reflecting off of the waves.

“Exarch, May I?”

It was spoken with uncertainty, as he had no idea where they currently stood with each other. Did he want to welcome him as an old friend, or had he wished to keep his identity a secret? Did he no longer wish to burden him with his friendship any longer? The warrior would respect whatever he wanted, but he was to tread carefully.

And on the other hand, the casually spoken title was enough to worry the Exarch. It was much different than the heartfelt cry of “Good Morning, Raha” that he’d received earlier. Perhaps that short moment had passed, just as everything else might have for them. He gave a simple nod in return, watching the warrior seemingly collapse on the sand out of the corner of his eye.

“...you’ve been away from the tower for some time now. Will you be able to make the trek back to the Crystarium?”

By the look on his face, A’tali knew he couldn’t, but he wasn’t much one to admit that. He was recovering from a bullet wound and still he would walk on. How he did it, the warrior never knew.

“I shall be fine. Whatever I cannot carry, my staff can support. I assure you, I can handle most things.” It was a lie, but only one to lift a weight off his shoulders. Sure, just like everything else he’d fed the warrior for the past month. It was getting easier, wasn't it?

There was silence for a long moment, only the movement of A’tali’s knees being pulled to his chest was heard, and they simply sat there, taking in the moment, that they wouldn’t have something like this for who knew how long.

“...I understand if you would choose to be upset with me. I have not been the most honest or open person…” the Exarch began, but he quickly stopped himself as the warrior shifted against the sands, a seemingly long inhale lifting his chest.

“I understand why you did what you did. It takes courage to hide such a delicate plan from someone such as I, and you sought it out to near perfection. I could not be upset with the choices you made, as you’ve always decided the right path for yourself, as I told you to do so all those years ago. If that was what you chose then...I would accept it.” There was a brief pause, a small jolt in his chest, and G’raha worried for a moment that his affliction from the light had returned. He learned only soon after what had caused it.

He had been weeping.

His pale eyes shone brightly against the sunrise and he could see those silent tears trickling down his cheeks. How many times had he cried so silently like this? That the rest of the world wouldn’t hear their warrior break?

“...Tali…” he probably hadn’t the slightest permission to refer to him as such, but he barely cared in that moment. They were both so exhausted.

That was all it took though, as the warrior turned to wrap his arms around the Exarch’s shoulders, his face buried against the crystal cuffing his neck. Despite the cold, saltiness of the sea still invading their every senses, A’Tali merely wished to be near him, to hold him. “...I respect your choices...but gods I’ve missed you...and you can call me whatever you’d like; selfish, stubborn, idiotic...but I’ve missed you all the same and I would only wish to see you standing here, by my side.”

He hardly knew how to react, what to say. His brain was buzzing with the reminder from the tower that he’d strayed too far, he could hardly focus on his words had it not been for his stubborn want to hear him. All he could do in that moment was gently clutch the fabric of his shirt with his non crystal hand, tears of his own trailing down his cheeks. “..then if that is what you wish, I shall remain by your side, that I owe you much and more…”

His voice was hoarse now, barely a whisper as they sat on the shore, simply holding one another. It had been so long...so very long since they could just exist near each other. They would have this moment, as they both were prepared for it to not last much longer. — The warrior of darkness and the Exarch were never spotted at the Crystarium’s festivities later that night. In fact, the last time anyone had seen them, they had been walking along with the Captain of the guard, hastily escorting them inside the tower. The Scions had assured them not to worry, as the time for worrying had come to pass, the Captain was merely concerned for their health. In the end, they were simply pleased to know that the warrior had kept his promise, and returned their leader home safely. If only he knew how deeply important he was to them, that they would be thrown into such discomfort at his absence.

Crossing the threshold to his private chambers, they had been left alone, Lyna respectfully smiling to the warrior as she took her leave. A’Tali liked her; always keeping guard, always loyal to her duty, but there was also something playful and caring underneath that he would see be brought to light one of these days. Perhaps that was possible now.

He thought of this, as he carefully set the Exarch down against his bed. He was hardly conscious, though he still held onto that last bit -like a child waiting up during Starlight- so that he wouldn’t miss a moment next to his inspiration.

Lazily did he watch A’tali pull a now dried handkerchief from his pocket, dabbing it with some form of liquid dripping from a bottle from his side pouch. He would heal him properly, but there was no point in doing so if he still remained dirty.

He kicked off his boots then, sitting himself on the bed and leaning over the exarch. There was hardly a wince as the cloth was pressed to the corner of his lips; he was seemingly too drained to care. He supposed it wouldn’t make this too hard then. The blood cleaned away easily, and the warrior’s hand brushed back his bangs to get a better look at the wound cut into his forehead. It was deeper than the one below, and he wondered how in the seven hells he’d walked this off when it was fresh. He truly was a wonder…

Cautiously, he cleaned around the gash, feeling a bit of tension as he noticed G’raha’s grip on the bedsheets. So he had been feeling this. He almost felt bad now, but he knew it had to be done. There wouldn’t be any risk of infection before they could see someone about it.

When he finished, he set the cloth aside, removing the sleeve on his left hand and holding it focused over the wound. It had been quite some time since he’d healed anyone but himself, but he was determined to ease the other man’s mind. If it meant he could wake up without the pain of a few injuries, it would put him at ease. He could feel the familiar pull of aether at the palm of his hand, spinning him lightheaded in his already drained state. He could feel the wound closing, and he knew he was never ready for how that felt. Mayhap that was why he took to the sword instead, the feeling of torn flesh at his fingertips always had him nauseous.

When his hand fell away, he chanced a look to the Exarch, who was seemingly asleep below him, and he smiled. It was all over now. They could both properly rest.

Yet his hand worriedly found its way to his chest, gracing the crystal that supposedly lined it under the fabric of his robes. He wondered how durable it was, whether it could withstand a bullet or if it would tear right through, as it would any other body.

“M’alright...it...protects…” the Exarch mumbled softly, as if he knew his exact thoughts in that moment. He couldn’t blame him for worrying, he knew of his friend who had fallen to a similar wound. That tale had always pained him, written by a grieving father who remained hopeful in the shadow of his late son. No, he would not allow himself to fall to such a thing, but A’tali didn’t know this. He hardly knew anything about him now.

He had stopped his tracing then, figuring if he’d even located the chipped crystal, he would have worried himself further into a fit trying to fix it. The tower would probably heal him anyways.

Giving in to his fatigue, he removed his other sleeve, laying himself back against the plush mattress and pulling the Exarch to his chest. He could hardly protest, whether it was due to his drain or otherwise, he needn’t care. A hand came up to brush back his hair, undoing his pesky braid before moving to massage his ears; how poorly they must’ve been treated over the years, pressed against his head so tightly. He wouldn’t have that anymore. He could tell that the Exarch enjoyed this, a faint purr emanating from his chest as he barely nuzzled closer. He was calm. They were calm.

They slept like so for nearly three days, hardly caring to wake one another in their blissful rest.

The First would finally know peace. Our heroes spared no shortage of it.

[evilminji]

Now see... John is a smart man. Absolutely willing to do what he KNOWS is Dumb(tm) for the right reasons, just trying to keep his fingers and toes ATTACHED to his person, as it were... but absolutely willing to throw in to crazy schemes for a Good Cause. It's why his life is constantly so shit.

But! On the OTHER hand? His life is SO SHIT. "Beer is basicly liquid bread, isn't it?" And whatever is on sale and can be thrown in the microwave this week. A the floors have never seen a vacuum and never will, standing in the laundromat in my last pair of sweats and nothing else using the cheapest soap I could find to wash everything I own and hoping it gets out eldritch goo stains, half my lovers are trying to kill me the rest might be dead or actively avoiding me, what the FUCK is a "stable income" type of Shit. He will be the FIRST to tell you his is not a "stable home".

Would he do it, if everything else fell through and the kiddos NEEDED him SPECIFICALLY to help them? Yes, absolutely and with much complaining. He might even whine a bit. Throw out his beer to be a "good example" or what have you, buy a vegetable. Like HELL would he turn his back on them if they need help. They are in over their heads and involved with forces far greater then they should EVER have been exposed too. It can't be undone, but he can sure as hell try to keep them alive until he gets the Dr.'s Fenton fucking ARRESTED for punching a hole in reality and endangering suburbia in all its same-y splendor.

Fuck knows the government isn't gonna give a SHIT, what they ended up doing to their own kids. Outside of how it might benefit them. Shame, how he can't really recall where he put the tikes. He'll get back to you if he ever feels like it.

Still... John Constantine may be a damn skilled conman (and decent enough by his own count magic user), but a PARENTAL figure? Fuck, even as a GAURDIAN? No, no, he KNOWS what a good and stable household looks like and his house ain't it. He's got to much baggage and far too many vices. They need a parent, not someone TOO parent. And he's self aware enough that while he could, MAYBE, pull his shit together for them? It wouldn't last. It never does.

He would fuck it up and they would be the ones hurt most by it. If HE were the one who might get burned, he could see risking it, but kids? HURTING kids? He's not that much of an asshole, not yet, and Gods willing not ever. Lucky for EVERYONE'S sake, he's a part of Team "World's Most Compulsively Noesy Do-gooders" (but this time there's Maaaaagic~, ie.) "Dark" Edition.

STUPIDEST god damned naming convention there ever was, but the connections? Priceless. Batman ALONE is a god damned hoarder, though like hell he's letting ANY child knowingly walking into "so cursed we should just evacuate the place and wall the entire cesspit off for good" Fucking GOTHAM. Regardless! Tall and terrifying is ALREADY a redhead, he could probably just dye the gremlins hair orange and have um both Flashs by the end of business hours. But then again... gremlin's ghosty mentor might be planning to actively hunt Allen for sport at this point... better not tempt Fate. (The petty, petty [REDACTED].)

Maybe the arro-... fuck that, who would inflict Mr "ooooh~ look at my prissy beard and trick shots! It cost a house payment! I care about the working maaaan." on a kid? Mr. Terrific seems like he has his shit together. And Diana probably knows some Amazon's living off the island who'd love to adopt..... Fuck It(tm). Fastest way is to see who's most concerned and why when I just-

"So... Decided to adopt."

*horrified silence* *cacophonous shouting*

@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites

(-w- )/ I wrote a thing!

dp x dc prompt: another danny owns constantine's soul au or the custody battle royale au

danny collects constantine's soul contracts and basically blackmails him into taking him and jazz away from their parents and getting the league to solve amity's ghost problem.

danny is tired. he hasn't slept in a week and his ribs still haven't healed from the blast of his parents' latest inventions. worse, jazz is getting more and more worried about him to the point where her grades are starting to slip. considering she's supposed to graduate with a good gpa to get into her dream university, that's not good at all.

so when one of his rogues mentions the sad trenchcoat man with the dozens of soul contracts who works with the justice league, danny thinks he has the perfect solution to both get the league's attention and a guardian that isn't vlad to take care of him and his sister.

it takes a few weeks to collect the soul contracts but he only has to terrorise a couple - or dozens - of demons to do it, that's basically a vacation compared to what he usually has to deal with.

when that's done he just summons constantine, explains to the guy his new situation - and the perks that come with it, mainly constantine being able to tap into the literal ghost king's power and not having to fear for his afterlife - and what he wants out of it.

now the easy solution to the problem would be that constantine volunteers and takes them in. but the funnier option would be that constantine shows up at the watchtower and manipulates all the heroes into fighting for custody because danny's a sweetheart and jazz is amazing, who wouldn't want them to be their kids?

obviously, they get the fenton kids away from their parents first but the heroes are still fighting over who will take them in and they rope in their own kids. (they take danny and jazz' opinions into account of course, but the whole custody battle royale starts because they don't have a preference and their friends encourage them to let it happen since either way they'll be cared for.)

it becomes some sort of battle royale event with several - mostly light-hearted - competitions. dani, sam and tucker act as jury (they mostly eat popcorn and provide commentary. since this happens during a holiday, there's plenty of time for the madness) while jazz and danny watch on, kind of shocked over being fussed over AND fought over when before that they'd been neglected their whole lives.

[sauvhffp]

★ | glass box

drabble w/@sooniebby 's original character!

sypnosis: you come home drunk from a team celebration with your co-workers. your boyfriend doesn't like it, he doesn't like that others has seen you like this; a mess. to ease his worries, he makes an even bigger mess of you.

𝅄 ༊࿐⠀ִ⠀this is my first time writing for a character that doesn't belong to me, haha. this drabble is all over the place, goes from point a to point b really quickly. still, i hope you enjoy this self-indulgence as much as i did 𖦹 ´ ᵕ ` 𖦹

ily soonie for lending me moon jae! i'm looking forward to even more fics of him and for more of your work! i love u n ur writing sm <33 !!

cw: mdni. reader is mentioned to have a dick. spanking (mentioned once), overstimulation, dick squirting, dumbification, inserting plot in porn is not my best suit.

"...ngh." you choke on your moans. saliva coated the necktie that's stuffed in your mouth. you think you're going to throw up. you sure drank a lot tonight together with your co-workers and your team manager. you were drunk enough to forget you had a boyfriend at home, waiting for your return. "jae—hnghh... m' gohnna—"

slap!

you whimpered at the harsh slap of his thick, veiny palm on your round ass cheek. you cried, sobbing in humiliation as your dick squirts cum.

your boyfriend’s resounding chuckle made your hips twitch, and your thighs quiver. he rested his palm on your redden ass cheek, caressing it softly with a pinch. his other hand's three digits deep inside your tight hole, pressing against the bundle of nerves as you twitch in overstimulation. "that quick?"

you pant, the pillow under your dick was soaked in your cum. your dress shirt's drenched in sweat, and your underwear's hanging on your ankle. you were a perfect mess; a mess only meant for moon jae. his alone.

seeing you walk inside the house, face flushed, hair messy, and your collar button undone made him feel irritated. you let others see this side of you—the side that was only meant for him, not anyone else.

"i came..." you let your tie fall down as you swallow your saliva, gulping oxygen. "for... five times—"

"let's make it six?" the condescending tone in his voice paired with the sudden thrust of his fingers inside you made your stomach tingle, your insides tighten around his fingers. your soften dick twitched to life as you cried on his lap. god, you loved his fingers. so thick, so big, and soft. he took great care of his hands despite his nonchalance for important things.

"... can't anym'..." you sobbed, bound hands tied together by the cuffs jae bought a while back for you, a congratulatory present for your promotion. you thought back then, if he had the money to buy such an expensive, mundane item, then why is he relying on you for expenses?

he shushed you, hissing through his teeth as he pats your head, slowly picking up the pace of his fingers. "you can, doll. you will." he promises you with his fingers entangled in your hair. "lift your hips for me."

his whispered promise did wonders to your almost stupefied brain. it's times like these that you forget all rationale thought and give in to his whims, bending your joins and going along to his rhythm like a doll. you forget that this man has not only been freeloading off of you, but he has constantly wronged you in the past. still, instead of kicking him our of your house and your life for good, you suddenly are on your hands and knees, taking his length like a good whore. he'll whisper apologies, whisper unfulfilled promises into your ear as he cums in you, filling up every crevice he can and will reach.

he imprints himself in you, making sure that the claws of his talons will put you in your place. make you stay in the nest you built, never letting you go.

"ffuuuckkk—" your tounge lols out of your mouth, the tip of it peeking out as your eyes gradually lose focus. you grip the cushion of the couch beneath your fingertips, trying to find purchase in the unbearable waves of pleasure that came crashing down on you, pulling you in with utter ecstasy. "shoo ghoood... ah—sho fucking good—"

"yeah? you like it?" he leans down, towering over your quivering upper half on his lap. there was a satisfied smile on his face, a grin stretched wide enough for it to look unsettling. he pistons his fingers inside you, lube and the cum he shoved in you from your previous orgasms sloshed and squirts out from your hole. you can't think of anything else but the fingers inside you, messing you up no other people could ever do. he makes sure of that.

"'ove it s'much..." you whimpered, fucked out dumb. your mutters were almost incoherent, the slapping of his fingers in you and your juices squelching were louder than your hoarse voice. "don'wan you ... hng—'t stop..."

"you don't want to?" you shake your head as he tuts, gripping your jaw and shoving two of his fingers inside, playing with your lax tounge. "use your words, doll. you know i like it when you're vocal."

"dohn'wann ... shtap–" you suck on his fingers, toes curling as both of his fingers fuck you in unison. your eyes roll back, your insides spasms in pure bliss. your body goes lax, too tired to fight off the pleasure that's being instilled in your bones.

you barely register the laugh moon jae released. for him, this was the best version of you. you were uptight, organized, prim, and proper. he remembered the day he met you. it was at a highschool reunion get-together party. you were like any other corporate slave, you were dull in every way possible. you were bland and boring, you didn't catch his eye.

he went out of the party to smoke, and he saw you squatting down on the smoking area, puffing a cigarette. he didn't pay you any mind. you were no one to him. but that night, if he hadn't forgotten his lighter; if he hadn't teased you back then; if you hadn't reacted that way to a light-hearted question back then...

"you kept staring at me." he remembers the slightest widening of your eyes, your mouth parting a little big bigger than it was supposed to. "do you like me?"

oh. jae thought as the tips of your ears flush, your lips in a weird wobbly shape as you stare at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights. like a doll you caught suddenly moving to life. oh.

"—ae! hnngg!" your little squeal snapped him out of his reverie. he had four fingers up in you now, fingers pressing against your sweet spot as you tremble on his lap. your hips moving on their own as you beg him to keep moving, to give you another deliciously painful release.

he blinked, drinking the sight of you in. he was right. you looked best when you're like this. you looked absolutely ethereal, being ruined by him.

"nghh—jaeeee..." you whined his name, lifting your head up, using your arms to support you as your flushed face greets him. the tear streaks on your chin with the shine of your unshed tears made his heart skip a beat, his dick already angry and hardened on his pants. god, he wants to ruin you over, and over, and over again. "hurry up... 'm sorry for getting drunk ... please let me cum ..."

how can he deny you when you're this gorgeous?

moon jae stares at you a little longer, grinning at your confused, fucked out, expression before resuming his assault on your body. you squeal in shock, your moans could rival church choirs with how angelic they sound. he sighs in content, feeling you squirt again. but instead of halting, he kept going. he kept caressing your walls, kept drilling into you even as you wet the couch with your lust.

"that's right. that's a good boy." he says it in such a gentle tone, your body quivers. he smiles, satisfied. "i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. okay?"

and just like that, you find yourself stuck inside a glass box of obsession made by your dollkeeper. only showing what he wants others to show and keeping you for himself when people leave. you will always be stuck in this glass box, lest he gets tired of you.

you let the pleasure take off your thoughts, tears falling down your cheeks like water droplets from leaf dews. you will never be free from your glass box.

[sukunasun]

I read your "how the jjk men would give it to you" post you made and.... like... surprise dick w stressed nanami sounds *chefs kiss* amazing. I was wondering if you had more thoughts about it bc i havent known peace ever since i read that hc/snippet

i was wondering which piece you were referring to only to realize you meant THAT post....

despite the dark circles and a scowl keeping his face in an ever-constant state of agitation, he’s a picture worth a million dollars, in tight-fitted suits that pinch at the waist, the back of his hand dusting over broad shoulders, poised, prim, lapels ironed flat over a wide chest. built and beautiful and so prudish is he. what is it about nanami the salaryman. his life made up of decimal points going up and down, a strand of hair he finds randomly on his shoulder, and the long, long, hours that build up overtime, a culmination of disappointments and tension unlike any other. forcing him closer to that edge, losing all control.

maybe it's the way his face is lit by a computer screen, by fluorescent lights, looking sickly and tense. he leans back in his chair every 30 minutes and the heavy sighs he lets out, the deep groans, guttural and frustrated sound so pornographic you think he's doing it on purpose. your friends tell you it's the clark kent effect, everyone's into the hot nerdy types, the quiet ones who hide that wild, primal side of themselves. but he is no superman, in fact, he's the complete opposite, he hides nothing and he hones no powers. he's just a man in need of a splurge or something, the desperation written all over his face.

who says things like "make me copies, reschedule my meeting, this coffee is atrocious make sure you use the french press like i taught you" do this, do that, barking orders at you all day without so much as a thank you. well, it’s less bark and more bite really. he's so cutting it's like he could say anything to you just so he gets to sneak in some kind of backhanded comment, unsolicited and uncalled for, an inkling inside you warning you of its hidden meaning.

if he were anything like his coworkers, he could just visit the strip club, pick up a girl on a dating app, find some stranger at a club, a quick fuck, a one night stand. but nanami wouldn’t dare. it's such a shame that he doesn't know how to fuck, wouldn't be able to the way he seems so tightly wound and uptight—mr. 'i'm better than you because i make so much money and i am good at my job'.

not to mention it wouldn't work either because he needs something more, something along the lines of your pretty mouth wrapped around him, taking him all the way inside, choking on it. you'd make him last as long as possible, make him shake and tremble with his hands gripping your hair tight, fisting, tugging hard and he'd keep you there, releasing down your throat. it’s what he wishes for when he stands in a bathroom stall jerking himself off for the fourth time that day and god help him because it’s now a routine, just for the sake of release, mechanical and so quick he doesn't get to savour it. even when he does reach his peak—cum painting his fingers, hot and sticky and so incredibly disgusting when the adrenaline wears off, heartbeat slowing, lips swollen and bruised clamped down between his teeth, his body doused in all that shame—it's not enough.

later in the day he gets off the phone with a client who's been bugging him about buying, selling, about shares, investments, the money's not real and on paper they're making a fortune but nanami knows he's going home with most of it. his patience along with the desire to keep his job is wearing thin. seen with the way a vein bulges over his temples, jaw clenching, his tie comes undone then, tugs at it until it hangs loose. starts to crave a cigarette by the lounge, away from prying eyes, but it's not needed when he looks up and sees you by your desk. “he’s just this guy at the office, you know, the kind that has a stick up their ass and takes themselves too seriously,” he overhears you say on the phone—it’s offensive of course, because you say it with such contempt like he wasn't capable of bending you over a desk, over a leather couch, making you muffle your screams in a supply closet as he fucks you silly. he wants to scoff, you should have been keeping those things to yourself, let alone talking about him out in the open. 

at this rate, he could just pull some strings and let you lose your job but he decides otherwise, walking over to where you are, nanami raises an eyebrow when he stands over your desk. "menial tasks requires less brain power so this falls right within your purview doesn't it, what are you, an errand girl?" he usually speaks in a monotone voice. this time however, it's like he believes himself superior. smug and snobbish.

“i graduated top of my class," you reply with indignation. who does he think he is, was this some weird power trip? he’s always been so quiet, so composed and collected. “and it’s sexist to imply that i merely run errands,” you spit back. if it weren’t for you, he’d be fucked. who organizes his schedule and replies his emails when he could just do it himself. 

immediately, he says “i made the assumption based off your incompetence, not because you are a woman.” then glances at you with his nose upturned. cringing at your gaping mouth, at your shocked expression. “stop staring, you're getting drool all over company property," he plops a few stacks of papers by the edge of your desk and without thinking about the implications of it, pushes them towards you with his pelvis. a lazy thrust of his hips and you look up then, expecting to see a sly expression, just like every other man who work on top floors and smoke cigars in penthouse view board rooms but his face is hesitant, like he's holding back something, "get this sorted, and don't make a mess of it." he instructs, before walking away, striding towards the men's bathroom for...whatever reason, you didn’t know, but he's always disheveled and doused in cologne afterwards.

geto and gojo suggest he meets the daughter of one of their clients but nanami suspects it's just another one of their schemes. “she’s a babe, would be down to fuck on a first date,” gojo doesn’t care that he’s being loud and obnoxious because he has more money than anyone will ever make in their lifetime while geto slaps an envelope against nanami's chest, “here, go buy her something pretty, it might help us convince her dad to invest,” geto says from behind him. he peeks through the opening and finds crisp bills stuffed into it, bursting at the seams.

the woman in question looks more like a doll, she smells like vanilla and her full lips purse when she whispers, "i like you," straddling him and leaving soft little smooches against his neck. it sounds made up because she barely knows him. he looks down at her spread legs and wonders what they'd look like in stockings, the kind you wear, in a pencil skirt and a blouse buttoned all the way to the top. her wavy extensions don't do anything for him, where's the updo, where are the hairpins tucked behind the ear. he doesn't want to hear her praises or her exaggerated moans, she's definitely a professional, a respectable one at that because she does it well but he wants a woman who's careless with her work, who looks down on him, he wants an errand girl—

"don't speak, you’ll ruin it,” nanami groans, and in a hotel room behind closed doors, she does as she’s told. he makes her face the other way so he doesn't have to see her, hear her, he could just deal with the weird, nauseating mix of being unsatisfied later on, feeling guilty when he knows he's using someone else, she's merely an object now, he doesn't care about her or whether she likes him and it's so infuriating that he wishes to prove you wrong because he's made to press up behind you, feel his heart beating beneath the skin, racing and pounding. proof that he has one, that he's made for more than just sitting behind a desk.

so he'll compromise tonight, all until he leaves her in an empty bed the next morning, rushing off to work with geto’s money left on the bedside table.

he's even more of a pain in the ass that morning, breathing down your neck and making sure you're left with double the amount of usual things he makws you do. but also he keeps a distance, going as far as flinching away every time you so much as tap him on the shoulder. this man is on edge, like he's about to implode. "what's your deal, haven't you ever felt the touch of a woman?" you tease, just for fun, even when you know he wouldn't laugh. and he doesn't really, but instead finds himself fucking you against the wall of his office.

skirt bunched up around your middle, he rips into your stockings with his hands, ripping it and pushing your panties to the side, "i'll buy you another more so stop whining," then tells you to leave the heels on and you do. even when he holds you up in his hands, legs propped up on his shoulders, you try to keep them from slipping off. in the reflection of a mirror, you watch his muscled back flex, the walls thudding, and those heels start dangling over your toes from the sheer force, each one of his thrusts, hard and fast and deep, keeps pushing you over the edge.

the first time you come all over him, it makes you tremble and shake, the newfound revelation that he's actually so skilled is one thing but nanami kisses your neck, gently coaxing you through your release. when he moves you to a couch, he sets you atop him, legs spread wide and thighs held firmly in his hands. he adjusts himself behind you and before you could whine from just how sensitive you feel, he pushes himself back inside, stretched and full and so hot. making sure that over your shoulder, he could watch you in that same mirror, and that you'd see him too. you'd see just who exactly makes you feel this way.

and by the time he fucks you by the window, you whimper when you look out then, clear blue sky and bright sunlight, it's a beautiful day out and the street below are bustling with cars and people who are looking to make memories. some colleagues are out for lunch and others are having some fresh air, a seemly normal day, and your heart pounds, fear and excitement creeping up because anyone could see, turn their heads up to catch the view of a woman with her knees tucked to the sides of her head, squirming and bucking as her boss fucks up into her. "i'm starting to think you like this," he taunts when your moans ring out, and it's true because you were running your mouth, making a scene, you believed him to be incapable and inexperienced but now you can't think of any other man who's made you feel the way he does. nanami doesn't care one bit about the exposure, abut public indecency or whatever the fuck they'll say about him, let them see how he makes you come apart, making your mind go numb.

"you did this to me," he snarls into the crook of your neck, how often had pictured this moment and now that it's real, his cock buried inside you, the moans you let out sounding better than anything he could have imagined, and the look on your pretty face while you're succumbing to him, this snappy little thing now submitting herself. "let me know if it's too much okay?" he whispers, biting down on your neck, pounding inside you, feeling your juices run down til it drips all over the carpet floors. he'd make you call someone to get it cleaned, and he'd stress about getting it done on time so no one would suspect a thing but he'd also go back to being a pain in the ass, or maybe he'd start being a little sweet, a little kinder, gentle and tender...until he isn't.

[nuclevi]

yellow is the right color for you. [k. ryouta]

sypnosis: you bestfriend is tired of watching you forgive your shit bf again and again. he should get a chance too, right?

warnings: hurt/comfort, includes some aomine x reader, he is a shit bf, mentions of a kpop group, crying, veryyy slight suggestive themes

w. count: 742

notes: i had noted this idea months ago and it came up in my mind again so i finished this in like 1 hour and i kinda like it

He finds you on the hill. Crying, again. 

Kise knew exactly where to find you after you ignored all of his 6 missed calls, 3 voice notes and 12 texts in the past hour alone. He also has a hunch on why you’re sobbing softly to yourself. With slow footsteps, quick breaths and a part of his heart breaking while listening to you cry, he slowly lowers himself beside you. 

You don’t turn. You don’t pause your cries. You know exactly who it is and so you only break down harder. “Fuck. Come here,” warm arms enclose your trembling body and bring your head close to his soft chest. “It’s him again, isn’t he?” Kise doesn’t know if he feels anger, sadness or frustration when you nod your head and confirm his suspicions. It’s always been like this since the start of your and aomine’s relationship. He fucks up, you cry. He gives a shitty apology, you comply. Except it never ended there, and this cycle continued. 

You didn’t know why you couldn’t leave him after all these months. Aomine was the dream of your life when you befriended him in college. After that, it just turned to a nightmare.Was it you? Maybe you weren’t doing good enough. You just didn’t make him happy enough. Maybe you’re clingy. Maybe you- “You’re the most marvelous person i’ve ever met. And I don't think anyone could replace that feeling.” You don’t even have to tell Kise how you feel. He just knows.

Maybe it was just attachment. Maybe, Aomine will change. For me. He would, right? “Aomine will not change, [name]. He’s never going to. Enough is enough.” You stare into yellow eyes as the night wind ruffles his blonde hair. Kise has your face in his hands. And you realize no one has ever held you as gently as him before. 

In any other scenario, this would’ve been a shot straight from a romance novel. Right now, your swollen eyes and Kise’s worrisome face ruins it all. His heart beats so loudly that he is afraid you might hear it, being so close. A frustrated part of him wants to stand up straight and bawl his eyes out on how much he loves you and you are blinded over blue hues to see it. Blue is not the right color for you. Yellow is. Another part of him wants to drag Aomine up through this very hill and bury him 6 ft deep. How could he make you cry like this? 

How could you let a man like him make you cry like this? 

Kise is tired of waiting and watching from the sidelines now. He wants to tell you how happy you make him. How he’s been head over heels for you ever since you bumped into him on this very hill and stepped on his toe. [his toe suffered swelling and redness that day but he won’t to tell you that.] How much he loves when you wear that blue cardigan in winters and he wishes winters never leave just so he could see you in that one piece of clothing forever. Even if it means he suffers from cold and sinus. 

“Stop forgiving him. I need a chance too.” 

“Huh?”

Now he can’t hold back. His lips meet yours in a quick and feeling manner. Its all very new to you. You had never seen him as more than a friend before. But this day changed it all. And you notice how soft his lips are. How smooth his skin looks. How pretty his hands look on top of yours. How kissable his neck seems. The first two buttons of the shirt he’s wearing are undone and you can see his chest- 

“Are you listening? Leave him, [name]. Dont let him hold so much power over you. And i am here. I have always been and I always will be. I’ll be the romance novel boyfriend you want. I’ll even get us the concert tickets of that hyping group you like. I'm sure that broke ass aomine couldn’t buy it for you, right?” You chuckle and nod. And Kise’s heart never beat so loudly before. “It’s called enhypen, you idiot.” He makes a note in his mind to make mistakes like this often so you could laugh more. 

“So, is that a yes?” This time you press your lips against his, hoping to confirm all your thoughts from before.