#i'm too sick to gif more pls have him thank you

[inseobts]

Can you do a gn but soft feminine reader where they get worried that Shanks and them are drifting apart (theyre married) and that Shanks now even seems like he may have started cheating, even being caught on an island in like the pleasure district or something. Super angsty the reader is suffering and stuff but im sensitive obviously so it turns out he had also felt like maybe he had been too busy and distant with stress and planning (this is close to the current canon time) to pay proper attention to reader so the "cheating" was him trying to find out a way to like get them a romantic place alone. Like the pleasure district girls were just teaching him about different gifts he could get you and the best hotels/resturants to go to for a date. He chose them just bc he could pay for their time so no bothering random people and they were knowledgable about the finer stuff in life. Pls end fluffy and they actually make up and get along and stuff and go on the date. You can add smut at the end if things get heated at the hotel but if it feels like it doesn't fit in the story youre writing you don't have to add it.

sorry if i sent this twice i have bad memory and i dont remember if i actually sent it or not so just in case im sending it again its not me rushing you or spamming

Driftwood Hearts

shanks x gn!reader

a/n: at some point I forgot I was writing it as gn!reader, I tried to fix it but I'm not sure I didn't miss any. I also forgot he has a missing arm...

words count: 3.5k

tags: mild smut, angst with comfort, misunderstandings, emotional hurt/comfort, marriage struggles, pre-egghead

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The wind brushes gently across your skin as you stand at the railing of the Red Force, eyes fixed on the endless blue. It’s quiet except for the creak of wood and distant voices of the crew laughing below deck. But you don’t feel like laughing. You haven’t in a while.

The sea always feels colder without him by your side.

You swallow hard, fingers tightening on the rail. Shanks has been gone for four days now, anchored at a nearby island for “business”, but the way he avoided your eyes before leaving haunts you more than the distance itself. He kissed your forehead and told you he loved you, but it felt… forced. Or maybe that’s just your fear talking.

No. Something’s wrong. You feel it, you know it.

You haven’t slept well in weeks. Shanks has been distant, preoccupied, caught in whispered meetings with Benn or writing something behind locked doors. He touches you less, barely looks up when you enter the room, and when you reach for him at night, he turns away, murmuring that he’s tired.

But what scares you most is what Lucky Roux let slip last night over dinner.

“Yeah, I saw the captain heading toward the pleasure district. Guess he needed to unwind, huh?”

You didn’t ask for clarification. You couldn’t. The blood had drained from your face and you had excused yourself quietly, retreating to your shared quarters, where the bed still smelled like him.

You feel sick remembering it. You’ve tried to be reasonable. He’s a Yonko. He’s busy. He’s under pressure. But you’re his wife. And yet lately, it feels like you’re just… a fixture. A memory he keeps forgetting to look at.

Footsteps approach behind you. Your heart jumps instinctively with hope, but it’s Benn.

He gives you a small nod “He’ll be back before sundown.”

You just nod, eyes still on the sea “Thanks.”

There’s a pause.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine...” you lie, your voice soft but trembling.

He doesn’t press. He just gives a long sigh and leaves you be.

Later that evening you hear his boots before you see him. The heavy, slow step of someone who’s either dreading a conversation, or trying to steel themselves for it.

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands folded tightly in your lap, trying not to shake. Your heart pounds when the door creaks open.

“Hey,” Shanks says softly. His hair’s tousled from the wind, his cape half off his shoulder, and he looks… tired. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, your stiff posture, your swollen eyes, and something flickers in his face.

“You’re back” you whisper.

He closes the door gently behind him “Yeah.”

Silence. It stretches too long.

“I heard where you were...” you say quietly, almost apologetically, as if it’s wrong to admit you know.

Shanks doesn’t answer right away. He walks a little closer, but not enough. His jaw tenses.

“Is it true?” your voice breaks just slightly “Did you really go to the pleasure district?”

He flinches “It’s not what you think.”

You shake your head, tears burning hot behind your eyes “Then what is it, Shanks? Because lately, I don’t know where you are anymore. You’re here, but you’re not. You don’t see me. You don’t touch me. You barely even talk to me unless it’s about the ship.”

He stares at you, and his expression cracks “I know.”

You blink, caught off guard.

“I know I’ve been… distant.” He drags a hand through his hair “And I hate that I made you feel alone. That’s the last thing I ever wanted.”

“Then why?” your voice trembles “Why were you there?”

He takes a breath and crosses the room in two strides, kneeling in front of you “Because I’ve been trying to plan something. For us.”

You don’t understand “What?”

He smiles, but it’s bitter with guilt “I didn’t want to bother random people asking where to take my wife on the perfect date, so I paid women who know the best spots. Gifts. Food. Hotels. I asked them what someone like you would love. That’s all it was.”

You’re frozen. Your mouth parts, but no sound comes out.

He takes your hand gently “I was afraid I’d been too absent. That I hadn’t made you feel loved. And I thought… if I could find the right place, something just for us, maybe I could show you how much I still adore you. But I screwed it all up by not telling you.”

Your vision blurs “You weren’t cheating…?”

He looks devastated “No. God, no. Never. I love you. I love you more than anything. I’ve just been so stressed about everything. Egghead, the tension between the Emperors, the Marines breathing down our necks… I didn’t mean to push you away.”

Your body trembles, and finally you let go. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck, and cry.

“I thought I was losing you...” you whisper, voice shattered.

He holds you so tight it almost hurts “You’ll never lose me. Never.”

The cabin is dark even though the sun has long since risen.

You haven’t moved from the bed.

Shanks had fallen asleep holding you last night, warm and solid, whispering apologies and promises, but the ache in your chest didn’t fade. If anything, it’s worse now.

Because you want to believe him. You need to.

But some part of you still hurts too deeply to reach for his words. That soft little voice in your head won’t stop whispering:

If he really loved you, why did it get this far? Why didn’t he notice sooner?

He’s gone again this morning.

You heard him slip out quietly hours ago. No kiss. No note. Just a hush and the sound of boots.

You stare at the door.

Was last night just guilt?

You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curling up in the center of the bed that now feels too big, too empty. You’re sick of crying, but the tears still come out. Quiet, desperate sobs that shake your shoulders as you muffle them into the pillow.

Why does love feel so much like breaking?

Flashback – A Week Ago “Do you need anything?” you asked him quietly, standing in the doorway of his study. He didn’t even look up “No.” You tried again “Even just… a few minutes? I miss you.” “I said I’m busy.” He hadn’t meant it harshly, you tell yourself. But the words had still hit like a slap. You remember standing there, fingers tightening around the edge of the doorframe, waiting for him to glance your way. He never did.

Present

You’re still trembling when you hear the door creak open again. Heavy footsteps. A pause.

Shanks.

But you don’t move.

He calls your name once, quiet. Then again, more hesitant “Baby?”

You don’t answer. You just lay there, eyes shut.

He walks closer, then sits on the edge of the bed “I went to confirm the reservation,” he says carefully “For the place I told you about.”

Silence.

He swallows “I want to take you somewhere beautiful. Just us. No crew. No stress. I wanted it to be a surprise…”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Your voice is raw.

He flinches at the sound of it.

“I didn’t know how to fix it,” he admits “I thought if I just did something big enough, maybe I could make it up to you. Instead of facing how much I’d already let slip away.”

Your breath catches.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees “I keep thinking about how I’ve failed you. You married me, and I still made you feel like you were second to everything else in my life. That’s on me.”

You finally turn your head toward him “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

The words land heavy. His shoulders tense.

“You’re everything I want,” he says hoarsely “I just forgot how to show it. And I was so damn afraid that if I turned around, you’d be gone.”

You sit up slowly, blanket still clutched to your chest “I wanted to leave. I started packing, twice. I kept wondering if I stayed, would it hurt worse than walking away.”

His eyes go glassy “You were gonna leave me?”

You nod, and it breaks him.

He falls to his knees beside the bed, burying his face in your lap “I deserve that. I deserve every second because of the way I made you feel.”

You stroke his hair, hands trembling “You don’t. But I was scared. You’re always looking out for the world, Shanks… and sometimes I wonder if you forget how small I am compared to it.”

He lifts his head, and the pain in his eyes is unbearable “You are my world.”

Then he reaches into his coat pocket.

A small, folded cloth. Inside some delicate jewelry, hand-crafted glass roses, a map with hand-drawn notes on the margins: circles around restaurants, sketches of views he wanted to show you.

“I went to the pleasure district because they know things, like what to buy, what’s romantic. I didn’t want to half-ass this. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Tears spill over your cheeks “You idiot.”

He chuckles weakly “That’s fair.”

“I don’t care about perfect.” You lean in, voice cracking “I just want you. Not a version of you that shows up with flowers once it’s already broken. I want you beside me when things start to crack.”

Shanks nods slowly “Then I’m here. From now on, I’m here.”

You’re both crying now. But this time it feels… healing.

When you lean in to kiss him, it’s slow. Deep. Raw. A kiss that tastes like sorrow and survival.

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Let me take you on this date.” he whispers “Let me try. Just one night, to remind you of us.”

You nod.

And in that quiet, your heart finally begins to piece itself back together.

The island air is warm as Shanks leads you up the winding path through the trees, fingers laced tightly with yours.

He doesn’t speak much, just gives your hand little squeezes now and then, like he’s afraid you’ll let go. You don’t.

You pass through ivy-covered archways and stone steps lit with lanterns, until you reach a quiet hilltop villa overlooking the sea.

It’s stunning.

Soft white fabric flows like waves around the open balcony. Candlelight flickers in tall glass lanterns, dancing over a table set for two. In the distance, waves crash softly against the rocks. But it’s the little details that stop your breath.

Your favorite flowers. A wine you once mentioned in passing, chilled and waiting. A pair of sandals that match the ones you lost on Dressrosa, placed by the door like a quiet apology.

“You remembered all this?” you ask softly.

“I never forgot.” Shanks murmurs “I was just too buried in my own head to show it.”

Your heart aches. But not the way it did before. This ache feels more like thawing.

You step inside the villa together. It’s private. Warm. Gentle lighting, music playing faintly in the background, a violin, lilting and slow.

Dinner is quiet at first.

You sip, you eat, you share pieces of food with soft smiles and hesitant fingers brushing. The air between you feels careful, like the two of you are still remembering how to breathe in each other’s rhythm.

And then, somewhere between the last bite and the second glass of wine, Shanks leans back and really looks at you.

“You wore that expression the first time we met” he says quietly, a ghost of a smile on his lips “Half curious, half like you already knew I’d ruin your life.”

You raise an eyebrow “You did ruin my life.”

“And you still said ‘I do.’”

You reach across the table and take his hand “Because even when you drive me insane, I know who you are underneath it. You’re not just a captain. Not just a Yonko. You’re the man who sits beside me when I cry and still calls me beautiful.”

He looks down, jaw tight “You scared me.”

You blink “I scared you?”

“You were slipping away, and I knew it, and I didn’t know how to stop it.” His voice is strained “I thought if I just held everything else together, the crew, the politics, the alliances, then we could get through it. But all I did was push you further.”

You let silence sit for a moment.

“Next time, just hold me.”

He nods, eyes glassy “Yeah. I will. I swear to you.”

Later, in the Villa bedroom the air gets softer. The light low, the sheets freshly turned, the balcony doors open to let the ocean whisper inside.

You both stand in the doorway for a moment, unmoving.

Then Shanks steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder “You still feel far away.”

“I don’t mean to” you whisper.

“I know.” He kisses your neck slowly “Can I get closer?”

You nod, turning in his arms.

The kiss you share this time is deep but it’s not rushed. Not lust-driven or demanding. It’s reverent.

His hands slide to your hips, careful, asking. And you melt into him, fingers curled in his hair.

Clothes fall away slowly. Like they’re being forgiven piece by piece.

Every inch he touches is a wordless apology. Every kiss is a promise to never let things get this broken again.

He looks so open, so bare... eyes soft, lips parted like he’s still trying to breathe you in.

Your hand finds his cheek “You look at me like that, and I’ll never be able to stay mad at you.”

“I’m counting on it” he says with a quiet smile.

The kiss you share is slow, lazy, lingering like you’ve both been starving for each other. And you have.

You sigh against his mouth as his fingers slide down your back, over your waist, to your hip. The weight of his touch is steady, but unhurried.

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly, breath brushing over your jaw.

You nod, already melting beneath him “Please.”

He shifts over you, body flush against yours. The feeling of his skin against your own is overwhelming, warm, grounding, real. Every inch of contact feels like a reassurance.

His mouth traces your collarbone, then lower, pressing gentle kisses over the parts of you he missed, like he’s trying to memorize you again.

His hand finds your thigh, sliding up slowly.

You gasp when his fingers brush where you need him most, already wet, already aching. He groans quietly against your neck.

“You’re already soaked.”

“It’s you,” you breathe “It’s always you.”

He sinks two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling them just right. You arch, hand fisting in the sheets as your body trembles under his touch.

“You feel so good like this” he murmurs, kissing your jaw.

When he finally moves over you, positioning himself between your legs, he doesn’t rush it. He just looks down at you, brows knit in something close to awe.

“I don’t deserve you” he whispers.

“Then earn me...” you whisper back.

And he does.

He pushes inside you slowly, forehead pressed to yours.

It’s lovemaking, real and deep and raw. His hands caressing your face, your thighs, your heart.

You whisper his name. Over and over. And he answers with soft gasps, broken praise, shaky murmurs of “I love you” between kisses.

When you come, it’s with your forehead pressed to his, tears in your eyes and nails digging into his back. And he follows just seconds later, trembling above you, holding you like he never wants to let go.

You end up wrapped in the sheets, tangled in limbs and whispered vows and bare skin warmed by candlelight. It’s not even about sex, though the want is there, steady and sweet, but it’s more about feeling. Rebuilding.

Later, lying against his chest, you trace slow shapes on his skin.

“I don’t need fancy” you murmur “I just need this.”

His voice is low against your hair “Then this is yours. Always.”

The villa is bathed in warm dawn light.

The ocean hums beyond the balcony, and the silk sheets are tangled around your legs. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you remember every second of last night, every whispered apology, every kiss, every way Shanks clung to you like he thought you’d vanish if he let go.

You shift slightly in the bed, and Shanks stirs behind you, breath brushing against your neck.

“Mornin’ beautiful” he murmurs, voice still low and rough with sleep.

You hum softly, stretching “I didn’t dream that, did I?”

His arm slips around your waist, pulling you closer “No, sweetheart. You’re right here.”

Shanks brushes a thumb along your cheek, your lips, your throat “You’re everything to me,” he says “You know that, right?”

“I do now.”

You kiss his knuckles and tuck yourself against his chest, warm and sore and whole again.

And this time, when you fall asleep, it’s without fear.

The villa is quiet again, but this time it’s not tense, but just slow and peaceful.

You stretch out on the linen sheets, the morning sun warming your skin. The space beside you is empty, but you can hear him in the next room, moving around, humming softly under his breath.

You smile before you even open your eyes.

A moment later, the door creaks open, and Shanks walks in shirtless, hair damp, a plate in one hand and two mugs in the other.

“Look at that,” you tease sleepily “You can be domestic.”

He grins “Only for you.”

He sets the tray on the bedside table and slides in beside you again. You sit up, and he hands you your favorite blend of tea without needing to ask. The mug is warm in your hands. His shoulder brushes yours, bare and solid.

You take a sip “This is nice.”

“It’s more than nice” he says, voice soft “It’s… right.”

You glance sideways. He’s looking at you like you’re made of glass, but not fragile. Precious.

“You okay?” you ask.

“I am now,” he says, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear “I don’t want to go back.”

You smile faintly “You mean the ship? Or reality?”

“Both.”

You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder “We can’t stay here forever.”

“I know. But I wanted one more quiet morning before I go back to being Captain Red-Haired Shanks, Yonko of the New World.”

You chuckle “You forgot ‘disaster of a husband’ in there.”

He nudges you with a groan “Ouch. Low blow.”

You finish your tea in companionable silence, then finally, reluctantly, start to move.

As you dress, he watches you from the bed, chin in his hand, that lazy grin creeping back onto his face “I’m going to be annoying about you for the next month, you know.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Mm. I’m gonna brag. To Benn. To Lucky. Hell, to Mihawk if he shows up. Gonna say, ‘See? That’s mine. I have someone who still loves me, even though I nearly fumbled it all.’”

You laugh, cheeks warm “They all already know that.”

He walks over, presses a kiss to your forehead “Yeah, but now I remember it again.”

Later on, the moment your boots hit the deck, you’re surrounded by the familiar sounds of the ship, the crew shouting to each other, seagulls overhead, the gentle groan of wood beneath your feet.

Benn is the first to approach, his expression unreadable “Welcome back, Captain. Y/N.”

You nod, trying not to shrink under his gaze. You’re not sure how much the crew knew… how much they saw before you left.

But Benn simply gives a short nod “Glad to see you two walking side by side again.”

Shanks smiles, hand settling warmly on your back “We’re more than side by side.”

Lucky Roux whistles from the helm “Damn right you are! Took you long enough, Captain!”

“You all knew?” you ask, half-embarrassed.

Yasopp grins from across the deck “We knew something was off. Man’s been moping like a kicked puppy for weeks.”

Shanks mutters, “I have not!”

“You were so depressing we started a betting pool” Bonk Punch adds.

Your eyes widen “A what?!”

“It ended yesterday,” Benn says, deadpan “Roux won. He bet you’d be back today.”

You cover your face with both hands while Shanks laughs, his arm tightening around your waist “God, I missed this dumb crew.”

“They missed you...” you say, a little quieter.

He leans down, presses his lips to your ear “I missed us.”

You look up at him, sunlight catching in the red of his hair, that boyish grin soft around the edges now, and suddenly you’re not afraid anymore.

Not of drifting. Not of breaking.

Because you both remembered how to reach for each other again.

That night, you’re wrapped in his arms in your shared quarters. The door is locked. The ship rocks gently beneath you. His fingers trace slow patterns on your back.

“I want more days like this,” he whispers “Not just now. Always.”

“You’ll have them,” you murmur “Just don’t shut me out when it gets hard again.”

“I won’t,” he promises “You’re my anchor. I only drifted because I forgot where shore was.”

You smile into his chest, heart calm for the first time in what feels like forever.

“I’m right here.”

And you are.

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Hiii :33 i literally read all ur works in one sitting omg ur amazing pookieee AND IT GOT ME THINKING-

What if reader and the JJK men had their bodies switched due to a curse??? Like- For example- Nanami Kentos body but readers mind/conscious and stuff like ykwim??? (same with readers body) Also i love how u write sukuna its so BEIFNSKFHKDD ARF👹👹 if u could add some smut and crack in it too pls🥹 tyty

(W/ nanamin toji sukuna n geto pls) ☺️☺️😚😚

JJK Men: Body Swap!!

Summary: Body swapping with your boyfriend? What could go wrong? 😃

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Sorcerer AU), Geto Suguru, AFAB!Reader

Warnings: smut, a little crack, body swapping, creampies, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 7,174

A/N: Hi Pookie!! hajsjjdjdthank-you so so much! I lo ove too! Modern Sukuna is one of my favorite boys to write for! I love him so much. (even though I know its OOC). Anyways thanks for being so patient with me. this last month has been insanely busy and I'm just now finding my creativity again!

Fushiguro Toji:

It was supposed to be a simple mission to take out a sorcerer. What you both didn’t know was that this sorcerer had a lot of curses to spirits protecting them. So when you both took him out, one of the spirits attacked you. And you weren't sure what happened. One second, you were standing back to back with your boyfriend. The next second, you were lying flat on your back, staring up at the sky.

While your head was spinning and you felt sick to your stomach, that meant you were alive and well, which was a success in your books. Sitting up, you grumbled out a groan as you blinked several spots away.

“Son of a fuckin’ bitch.” You said, but it wasn't you that said it? When your vision finally cleared, your eyes widened as you stared down at yourself. “I’m telling Shiu we need double the pay for that shit.” A string of vulgar words escaped your lips as you watched your body sit up.

“T-Toji?” You asked, finding your voice several octaves lower.

“Yeah, you good?” your head turned towards you, and that’s when your boyfriend finally seemed to notice something was wrong. Toji, I’ve been told you you were never good at hiding your facial reactions, and seeing a pure panic that crossed your features let you know he was right. “Oh, what the fuck?!”

“I-It’s me! I-I just—uhm—what the fuck happened?!”

After thoroughly researching the files you both refused to read, you discovered that this was one of the side effects of one of the curses you had taken out. It allowed the souls of its victims to switch with each other. The technique was only meant to last a few hours to a few days, which was a blessing, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to see it that way.

Although you both insisted that you could handle a few more jobs, Shiu couldn’t stand the way you were smiling sweetly at him with Toji’s face, and your face was glaring daggers at him from the rearview mirror. So he did the only logical thing he could think of. You were taking your asses back home until this side effect wore off.

Which was something you found yourself longing for. Because you weren’t sure how much longer you could handle being in the small confining space of the apartment with your boyfriend who is currently stuck in your body. You were trying to preoccupy your time, attempting to fix dinner with Toji’s sausage fingers, when you could hear your voice and make the most pitiful sounds in the living room.

“My fucking back hurts!” Toji yelled out, stretching his back out.

“Yeah?” you asked, “I told you I wasn’t fucking joking with you. Having breasts can weigh you down sometimes. Why the fuck do you think I ask for a back massage all the time?”

“Because you want my dick.”

“Hardy har asshole, now you know when I ask for a massage and being serious seventy-five percent of the time.”

You tried to focus on cutting onions but found it extremely difficult with the wines emanating from the living room. “Oww, babe, come give me a back massage. Your beautiful tits that I love are causing me immense pain.” Ignore him, you told yourself as you went back to cutting onions. If you just ignored his whining, everything would be okay. “Babe!” Your voice at you from across the apartment. “Baby!” Your fingers tightened around the handle of the knife you were holding, fighting the urge to use your newfound strength not to throw it at yourself. For just a moment, the tiniest millisecond, you thought maybe he had given up on calling you forward, allowing you to go back to cooking until you heard yourself cry out a wine that would make any toddler turn their head towards you.

“Oh my god!” You snapped, tossing the knife into the sink. “What?! What do you want me to do for you, Your Highness?!”

“Rub my back,” Toji grumbled as he shoved your face into the couch. “It hurts, and I know how good I am with my hands.”

With a sigh, you plopped down on the ground behind your body, using your boyfriend's hands to rub circles at the knots always in your back gently. Almost instantly, Toji let out a moan that was porn worthy. You could see him sink further into the couch; your fingers dug into the cushions as you continued to use Toji’s thumbs to rub circles into the sore muscles. Toji continued to whimper, squirming under your touch, pressing your thighs together as you worked your hands lower and lower.

And while it seemed like he was finding some relief in your touch, you found his pants a little too tight for comfort sounds that were resonating from your mouth.

“Fuuuck, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, babe, Fuuck.”

The sound of your moans seems to affect your boyfriend’s body. Allowing you to move on impulse, allowing his body to take the lead. “I bet I can make you feel better.” You whisper against the nape of your neck, relishing how your boyfriend recoiled back.

“Oh yeah~? And how do you plan on making me feel even better?”

Your way was fast and hard, much like the way Toji always gave it to you. You wasted no time, ripping your clothes off of your own body, slamming your lips against the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as his hands reached around, groping your breasts, just the way you liked it. Despite being in different bodies, neither of you were at all clumsy. As soon as you started ripping your clothes off, he told you he was tugging his shirt off his own body, turning to face, allowing you to pin him below you.

The kisses you shared were messy teeth clashing against each other as you both worked at your bottoms. Toji pulled your shorts and your underwear to the side. While you yanked his cock out of his sweats. Even though you were in different bodies, sex wasn’t any different. Toji just needed to feel you against him despite being inside your body, and the same for you.

You spit into your hand, rubbing it over your boyfriend's cock before you press it against your entrance. Never once did you break that kiss, the kiss that was full of raw need as if you both were high on an aphrodisiac when, in reality, you were high off of each other. Toji moaned against your lips as you pushed yourself inside of the tight, wet heat. Your breathing hitched at the strange new sensations washing over both of you.

“Oh my fuck,” you grumbled, pressing your lips against Toji’s. “I-It’s so tight and wet, oh, fuck.”

Toji wanted to laugh to make some crude comment about making sure you didn’t come too fast, but that was hard when he was being split open by his cock. “I-I feel s-so full.” He whispered nearly breathlessly against your lips.

“Does it hurt? Do you need a second?”

“No, I’m okay. Keep going, it feels good.”

Not needing to be told twice, you found yourself pulling out slowly before pushing back inside of your tight, wet walls. You both cried out, your head falling forward while Toji arched his back off the ground. You aren’t sure how long you could last like this. Hell, you weren’t even sure how Toji lasted as long as he did when he was inside of you. The man who was like a crazed sex god going for hours upon hours. While your boyfriend was wondering how the fuck you were able to take his cock like this every other night.

The pace you both set was messy and entirely out of rhythm. But despite not having any rhythm you were used to, it didn’t mean it didn’t feel good. Being able to lose control and lose yourself in the passion and sensations of just feeling good was hot. It was so hot that it had you both biting and sucking and clawing at each other. Your fingers dug into your hips while his nails scratched down your back as you both lost yourselves in the sensation of being with each other in a way you had never experienced before.

Being with each other in such a raw, more personal way allows you both, in a sense, to know how it feels for the other to know what to do, how to kiss, how to touch, and how to move against each other. This might come in handy for future sexual sessions for you. You knew that when you dug his nails into your upper back, your body trembled with pleasure. And Toji realized that when you angle your hips, a sure way to brush over your g-spot and cervix made your walls clench down so hard. He was afraid he was going to squirt all over you. Neither of you had ever expected it to happen, but both of you were excited that it had. Even if it meant neither of you was going to last very long.

“Oph fuck!” Toji cried out in your voice, his back arching. “B-Baby, I feel weird, like I need to pee!” Your boyfriend stared up at his face, which smirked sinisterly down at him.

“Yeah~? You gonna cum on my cock?” You asked, your voice deep and ragged. “Be good and cum for me.” You growled against his neck, smirking as you released your grip on his hip, rubbing circles over the swollen, sensitive clit.

“Ah! Fuck! Oooh fuck yes, gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, Toji~ come on!”

Toji screamed as he came so hard he squirted all over you, his legs shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. As he screamed and squirmed underneath you, you lost yourself in the way your walls tightened around your boyfriend‘s cock. Hugging him, milking him, trying to get him to come inside. Which, fortunately, was far too easy to do. You collapsed forward, fingers digging into your hips so hard you were pretty sure you were going to leave bruises much, much darker than your boyfriend ever left on you. It was just too much, tightening the screaming, the pleasure. There was no way you could’ve stopped yourself.

“C-Cumming! Ooh fuck!”

“Yeah~! Give it to me!”

You thrust fast and hard, pumping your pussy full of your boyfriend's cum. Not stopping until the head of his cock was oversensitive, and you weren’t sure if you could hold yourself up any longer. You grumbled, somehow collapsing onto your side as your boyfriend giggled, curling up against you.

“Fuck, I understand why you don’t like pulling out now.”

Toji, your nails down his chest. “Yeah, it feels really good, doesn’t it?” You hummed, wrapping your boyfriend's arms around your more petite frame, not entirely used to the size difference. “God, I gotta give it to ya’ you take my dick like a fucking champ. Don’t know how you do it.”

You smirked, pressing a quick kiss against his forehead. “I’m lucky enough to have a boyfriend to make sure I’m more than ready for his monster of a cock.” He snickered, pulling back to look at me. “And I know I already failed at foreplay, but I couldn’t help myself when you’re making such pretty sounds. I needed to hear more.”

“Yeah, remember that the next time you bitch that I don’t prep you enough after giving you a massage.”

“Toji, I fully understand what you mean, and it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“Good, now— are you ready for round two?”

“Round two? Already?”

Toji swang your body over his hips, rocking gently over your oversensitive cock. “Oh yeah, I thought you were fucking with me, but your sex drive is insatiable; hurry up, I’m ready to go.” Maybe this whole body swap thing did have its downsides.

Nanami Kento:

It took five seconds for Nanami to turn away from the curse you were fighting. The curse shot out a green goop that coated you and Nanami in that span. It took five more seconds for your husband to act, blinking away the goop before jumping back into action. It was only when he went to swing his blunt blade that he realized something was wrong. Instead of swinging his typical weapon, he tossed a talisman paper instead.

In that momentary confusion, you and Kento took out the curse before looking at each other. Imagine his surprise when he didn’t find your pretty face looking up at him but his own, looking down at him. The initial shock turned into panic as he watched a look of pure terror and confusion cross his face.

“My love, it’s all right.” The calm manner of speaking sounded so strange coming out of your mouth. “We have to remain calm.”

“Oh my God, oh my God!” Nanami sighed, running a hand down your face. “What are we gonna do? This is terrible.”

Your husband wasn’t sure if you consider this terrible. Both of you were safe, so that’s all that truly mattered. However, he also found himself strangely intrigued by the predicament. He found yourself then. Seeing the expressions on his face, the cute little corpse you had, like picking at your nails, nipping up your bottom, lip, or weighing, looked strange to him, but it also left him longing to see what other reactions he could drop out from you.

Unaware of your husband’s intentions, you try to remain calm. You continued gently rubbing your hands together as Shoko and Nanami looked over your body he was in.

“Any pain or discomfort?” You watched in horny silence as Nanami moved your shoulder again.

“A little pain in my, well, my wife’s shoulder.”

“Let’s get that taken care of.”

You slipped your top over your head alone, you to see your body. The blue lace bra you wore was on display as Shoko's eyes flowed through her hands over your shoulder. Staring at your skin shouldn’t have any effect on you. It was your body. You had seen yourself naked one million times, but Nanami’s body reacted differently. Its bare skin and breasts had his pants feeling much too tight.

“How’s that?” Shoko asked as she stepped away, watching Nanami rotate your shoulder with a sigh of approval.

“Much better, thank you, Shoko.”

“And you?”

When Shoko turned her attention to you, your hands immediately went to cover your crotch. An action that seem to go unnoticed by your best friend but was clearly noticed by your husband. Nanami hummed cocking an eyebrow in your direction, his eyes focusing on his crotch, seeing how the fabric of his cream-colored suit pants with straining.

You cleared your throat, looking away, “I-I’m fine! Totally fine, just eager to get home and wait this out!” You wanted to get away from her and her praying eyes because how embarrassing would that be for you to be popping a boner in your boyfriend’s body at the sight of your tits?

“Alright, sounds good to me. If you need me, I’m just a call away; go home and rest.”

You have never been more happy to hear the words go home and get some rest in your entire life. You held your boyfriend’s hands in front of his crotch before taking his suit jacket to keep it over the prominent tent in his pants. This was perfect. You would be able to get home without anyone noticing. There, you could take a cold shower and sleep this off.

But your boyfriend had another plan.

Before you both could make it down the hall, Nanami grabbed your wrist, tugging you into one of the spare classrooms. “Kento?” You asked, the unsure tone of your husband’s voice sounded foreign. “What are you—nngh!” Your body jolted forward as he slipped his hand down, rubbing at the throbbing erection straining in his pants.

“Shh, let’s make this quick. I can’t have you walking around with an erection like some teenage boy.”

“W-Wait h-here?! If we get caught, that would be worse! At least I can hide a boner with your jacket!?”

At that moment, your husband was undoing the zipper of his pants, allowing you to see the hunger in your own eyes. It was a look that spoke volumes, and you suddenly realized why your husband had told you several times in the past to control your facial reactions. It was a look you only gave him when you were unbearably horny.

“Oh my god, that’s it. That’s the look you always talk about.”

“Mhm,”

“You’re horny?!”

Instead of answering your question with words, he took your hand and slowly slipped it under the waistband of your pants. There, you could feel the wet slick that you were familiar with. Not skipping a beat, your muscle memory kicked in as your fingers began to trace circles over your clit, knowing just how you like to be touched.

“I saw how hard you were and couldn’t help myself. Your body is screaming you need me. I’m so wet, and I’m throbbing; I need you.”

Hearing those words leave your mouth made you realize how your husband felt when he was in your position. When you talk like that in public, it is hard to control yourself at that moment. You had no clue how Nanami managed to do it because you lost your composure the second he opened his mouth.

You slammed your lips against his as you lifted him, pinning him against the wall, his hands worked at the button of his trousers while you slid your panties to the side. Luckily, both of you were so aroused that there was no need for foreplay. Lips moved against each other as you pressed the head of your husband’s cock against your entrance, pushing inside without a second thought. You couldn’t care less if the door wasn’t locked, and you seriously doubted anyone would enter from the moans resonating from both of you.

All that mattered was fucking each other's brains out. Whether it was a factor from the curse or your undying love for each other, you allow yourselves to lose sight of your control. You needed him just as bad as he needed you. And you gave it to him. It’s hard and fast as he gave it to you after he had been pent up from work all day.

Nanami screamed, head rocking back against the wall as you thrust forward, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix over and over, making sure to go as deep as you possibly could. You wanted him to know how good he always left you feeling after a rough session. Your fingers dug into the fat of your hips as you nipped and sucked at your neck, drawing out more moans from him.

You were giving it, your all fucking your husband as hard as he did; Nanami was gripping onto his biceps, staring into your eyes as he took it all in. Every thrust that led to immense pleasure, every kiss, he took in everything you were doing to him. Because the second he was back in his own body, he would make sure he made you feel as good as you made him feel.

And that was a promise he intended to keep.

“Oh, my fuck—” You cried out softly, feeling your orgasm already approaching you. “You feel too good—”

“Yeah, I know that’s how you make me feel every time. But it’s—nngh! It’s—haaah!”

“Hard to not cum?” You answered for him, feeling your walls tightening around your husband’s cock. “Fuck—oooh fuck.”

“C-Cummi—oh m-my god!”

There was no warning, no further words expressed. All that you managed to do was lose yourselves in your orgasms. Nanami cried out tears, picking your eyes as your walls constricted and convulsed around his cock, drawing out your orgasm. You roared a moan loudly into Nanami’s ear as you came inside, fucking his come further inside of you, doing exactly what he did to you every night.

The classroom felt stuffy and hot and reeked of sex. But neither of you cared as you slowly slid to the ground, holding Nanami flush against your chest. You kissed each other deeply, only breaking apart to take a deep breath as all the air escaped your lungs.

“I didn’t think it was possible—” Nanami whispered in your voice, “but I fell deeper in love with you right now.”

“Ken—I love you so much.”

You never made it home that night. Instead, you went to one of the spare dorms and ravished each other all night. Both of you took notes on how exactly your body reacted to certain touches and kisses because the second you were back in your own bodies, you planned on using this newfound information to spice up your marriage even more.

Ryomen Sukuna (JJK Sorcerer AU):

“I hate this!” Sukuna barked out, pacing the floor back and forth. “Ugh!”

“Calm down.” You said from the couch, rubbing your hands down your face. “You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”

When Sukuna turned to give you the dirtiest look in the world, you weren’t met with his tattooed face, but your own instead. “Have you stopped to look at what happened? I am in your body.” That was true. Your boyfriend was in your body, and you were currently inhabiting his body.

“So it’s not like you’ve never been inside me.” You waggled your eyebrows at him, only to win it go to hell look in return. “Okay, shit, sorry for joking, but you heard Shoko. The effects of this curse will only last a few hours.”

“A few hours too many.”

You weren’t sure if it was the testosterone right now feeling in your blood or the very common annoyance you had with your arrogant boyfriend at times. But for some ungodly reason, watching him, he back-and-forth with a scale on your face was irritating, ever-loving fuck out of you. He was acting like a brat over something neither of you could control.

It wasn’t even just the whole situation itself. Shit like this happened when you were a sorcerer. You got hit with different curses, injured, and usually were expected to live not that long of a life. You knew there was always a chance you wouldn’t come home from a mission. You both were hit by a curse, and you manage walked away with minor injuries and a mild side effect. That was something he should be happy about. But for some damn reason, this whole situation only made him angrier than usual.

“This is bullshit; if only my reverse technique worked shit like this.”

“Kuna! Seriously, what is your problem?”

He growled at you, which would usually put you back in your place when you’re back talking to him, but it seems that growl wasn’t as effective when it came from your body. Meaning you were pretty much unaffected by his tactic of intimidating you.

“I feel weak, okay?!”

“Weak?” You asked with a scoff. “You’re seriously calling me weak?”

“N-No! Fuck I mean, I don’t feel as strong as I normally do.” The more he tried to defend himself, the deeper the hole he dug. “I don’t have the power or technique I have mastered through the years. Instead, I am unfamiliar with your technique, and all I have to defend myself with are these stupid papers.” He scoffed, digging into one of the pouches attached to your belt and pulling out one of your talisman papers. “I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this fold origami?”

“You could shove it up your ass when you get back in your own body, and I hope you get a papercut when doing so.”

“No, I—you know how I see you.” He sighed, plopping down on the couch next to you. “You’re strong, and you’ve mastered your technique. But I don’t know how to do anything you do. I feel useless, and I’m not saying that you can’t hold your own in a fight you kick ass. I feel weak because I’m unaware of how to use your technique.”

There was a paying of understanding deep inside your chest. You knew what he meant because you felt the same way. There was an immense amount of power coursing through your veins, which could easily be used for evil instead of good. Having such a plethora of cursed energy made you feel as though you were a ticking time bomb, like if you were to sneeze, you would blow up a building.

So, instead of lecturing or giving him even more of a hard time, you draped a tattooed arm over your shoulder, pulling your boyfriend close to your side. “I get it, I guess.” You whispered, tilting your head back and staring up at the ceiling. “Being in your body makes me feel as though I’m destined to destroy things.” Sukuna snickered, turning to look up at you. “But just because I don’t have the same amount of cursed energy doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m still strong in my ways.”

“Yeah? In what ways?”

“When I’m riding your cock. I feel all-powerful like nothing can stop me. Especially when you’re groaning, grabbing my hips, encouraging me to move faster.”

At that moment, you regretted the words that came from your mouth. Because all you heard was your boyfriend's understanding hum. A hum that led to his hands working at your pants.

“W-whoa, easy there, Kuna. What are you doing?”

“Taking control, to see just how powerful I’ll feel.”

There was no room for protest; once your boyfriend set his mind to something, he made sure to get it done. Even if that means stripping down, straddling your hips, and lowering himself awkwardly on his cock. Watching his wish contort with pleasure left you feeling as though you might be able to take the reins on this. It wasn’t as though your boyfriend would be able to take control, to ride cock like a pro.

But you seem to forget that this was your boyfriend, one of the strongest sorcerers of the modern age, just as strong as Gojo, if not more robust. The man was smart, and despite the facial tattoos and the muscles, he knew how to get shit done.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as he slammed himself down onto his cock with a satisfied growl. “K-Kuna baby! P-Please slow down!”

His hand clamped firmly over your mouth, silencing your protests. “Shut up, I’m in control.” your voice sounded so dark and sultry, god it was so hot! “Just be good and sit still for me; let me use you.” you couldn’t argue with that, and with the way he slowly lifted himself off his cock, before slamming your body back down onto it, leaving you feeling pussy drunk.

“Fuck!”

You cried out, shaking as Sukuna rode you like there was no fucking tomorrow. “Oh fuck, fuuuuck!”

“Yeah~ I suddenly see why you like to be on top of a lot.” he dug your manicured nails into his shoulders, dragging them down over his chest. “From this position, I can do whatever I want to.” You couldn’t even ask what he planned on doing to you before his hips were rolling in circles and you were seeing stars. “Are You paying attention? This is how I want you to ride my cock from now on.”

“K-Kuna—Kuna!”

“I feel so powerful; seeing that pitiful look on my face should piss me off. But instead, it’s making me wanna draw out more.”

It was a combination of everything that was going on that sent you coming first. It was the way Sukuna was purring in your ear, so how he rolled your hips around his shaft, to the stinging burn left of your nails over his skin. It happens so fast, and your boyfriend's cock twitched inside of your walls as you came first. And it was unusual. Usually, you were the first to finish, but it never happened like this before. Your boyfriend being the first to fill you up rather than you soaking him with your release.

Sukuna wasn’t even upset about it. He swelled with a certain sense of pride at getting you off first and with a body he was unfamiliar with. That left him feeling so satisfied he could feel his ego swelling. Before he could brag over the fact that he was better than you, his head began to pound as his vision blurred. His grip on his own shoulders tightened. Sukuna thought he might black out for a moment before he was blinking the black spots out of his vision. When it cleared, he was no longer towering above you but underneath you.

Much to his relief, he looked up at your beautiful face instead of down at his own.

You barely had a second to process what was going on and how it happened before Sukuna’s strong hands and your hips were holding them tightly. Open your mouth to speak, but before any words had the chance to leave your mouth, your boyfriend was pulling you up the link of his cock before slamming you back down on him. You nearly came again just from that action in itself.

“N-Nngh! K-Kuna w-wa—ahh!”

He holds you up and back back down on his cock again and again and again. “I thought I told you to pay attention while riding you.” His hips thrust up into your dripping wet pussy. “I want you to do exactly what I did. Don’t keep me waiting; show me how strong you are, Kitten.”

Geto Suguru:

“So let me get this straight?” Satoru questioned while sitting across from you and your boyfriend. “You both took out the special-grade curse?”

“Yep.”

“Suguru turned it into a ball and gulped it down as he does.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then everything went black, and you both woke up like this?”

He motioned towards the bodies of his two friends, lifting his blindfold to watch as you knotted your head, which was your boyfriend’s head. Satoru got the story right; it was a simple mission, simple enough for both of you to handle. You could take out the curse with no issues, but when Suguru absorbed it, everything took a turn. Everything went dark, and the next second, you were sitting up in your boyfriend’s body with the most unpleasant taste in your mouth after swallowing the curse.

It was a shock initially, but weird things happened whenever your boyfriend absorbed a curse. That just came with the territory of a curse manipulator. Cursed spirits sometimes had different effects on his body and sometimes the body of those near him. Fortunately, you had been near him on this mission. Geto would have hated to be in Gojo’s body, so this was a win-win scenario.

“Yep, for the time being, we’re stuck like this.”

Gojo sat back in his chair, wincing at the situation, you both found yourselves in. “Shit, sorry about that, guys.” Suguru shook his head, stretching your arms above you.

“Eh, it could have been a lot worse.”

“ that’s true, but are you guys gonna—ya’ know?” Satoru jester to the two of you with his hands. “Use the opportunity to your advantage?”

Suguru and you looked at the white-haired man, blinking in confusion. “Advantage? Satoru, what are you even talking about?” you asked, running your fingers through your boyfriend's black hair.

“You know, I’ll get down and dirty?”

“What?!”

“Satoru~” Your voice purred out as Suegro shook her head. “Is sex the only thing on your mind?”

“Hey, it’s a genuine question. I’m just curious.”

Your boyfriend, who was irritated from the throbbing vein in your forehead. Having sex like this in his body hadn’t crossed your mind. When it initially happened, neither of you had been more concerned with making sure both you and Suguru were okay than about what happened. Besides that, sex wasn’t the only thing on your mind! The thought of doing it like this even occurred to you, and it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind, but thanks to manifest. It was out in the open, sticking out like a sore thumb.

You shifted, trying to listen to your boyfriend bickering back and forth with his best friend. Suddenly, you were aware of the throbbing inside your boyfriend, thankfully baggy pants. And you had the sudden urge to go home because the only thing you bring could focus on was how your boyfriend‘s dick was swelling. The last thing you wanted to do was pop a Boner in front of your mutual friend after he had just suggested hooking up with each other while in the opposite body.

If he found out how you felt, you wouldn't hear the end of his arrogant comments and encouragement.

Yeah, it was best to keep him out of your bedroom life. Especially when you weren’t sure if you wanted to take it that far. There was a burning desire deep in your stomach, one that had you itching to touch your body, to kiss your boyfriend, to succumb to the lust that was burning like a fire deep down inside of you. Was this how Suguru felt around you all the time? Or was it just part of the curse?

“Hey,” you looked up from the bed, watching as Suguru brushed your damp hair. “I think I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight.”

Suguru stopped turning his focus on you. “Why would you do that?” What could you even say? You were hard as a rock and wouldn't be able to control yourself? That you wanted him, but you didn't want to gross him out or make things even weirder?

“Well—I uhm—I—have a bit of a situation.”

“I know. You’re hard; you've been hard since we left campus.”

Your hands almost instinctively died towards the crotch, trying to cover the erection that was still throbbing angrily within the confines of the boxers. “H-How did you know?” Your boyfriend let out a giggle that sounded so strange coming out of your mouth.

“My pants may be baggy, but they aren’t that baggy.”

You felt yourself turn fifty shades of red as you groaned, covering your face in your hands. “Oh my god, you could tell?! Why didn't you say anything?” Another sweet laugh came across the room as you resisted the urge to summon Rainbow Dragon to eat you.

“I didn't want to embarrass you.”

“Yeah, well, I think I'm more embarrassed now. Can I manipulate your curses to eat me? To put me out of this misery?”

“Oh, stop, you're fine. I was only able to notice because I know my body.”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“Well, it should be because you looked so fucking hot. Seeing you fight against those primal urges has your body reacting just as strongly.”

You perked up, watching as Suguru swayed your hips as he slowly approached you. “Is that so?” Suguru nodded, pulling your sleep shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.

“Even though we're in different bodies, my soul is crying to be near yours.” He slipped your shorts down next, kicking them off to the side.

You slowly ran a hand down your boyfriend's stomach, grabbing his hard cock through his pants. "Fuck guess I got caught. But can you blame me? This is weird." Your hands slowly stoked his hard cock. "But also strangely arousing at the same time."

Seeing your hand stroking his cock had Geto’s eyes widening as he looked over his body before he was overtaken with the sudden urge to shove you down on the bed, immediately straddling his hips. "Don't mind if I do~"

You moaned, blushing up at Geto as he hummed softly. "O-Oh, holy fuck." You said, grabbing his hips. "Fuck is this what I look like to you?" you were in awe of your body. The curves, softness of your skin, and fuck, the fact your pussy was nearly touching his cock. Making it even harder, which seemed impossible.

“Mhm~” Suguru nodded; he rolled your bare hips as he ran his fingers over your hair. "It's really hot, isn't it?"

"Fuck yes, fuck look at my boobs." You said, reaching up and squeezing them. "The way they bounce, it’s so hypnotic."

Your boyfriend giggled, rocking your hips harder before reaching behind him, pulling his own cock from his pants with a moan. "Holy shit.”

"I know it's really hard," You whispered. "I-I holy fucking shit." His cock was so hard Suguru knew it had to be painful.

"I knew I was big, but Fuuck, this put it in a different perspective. Fuck, I'm going to put it inside of your pussy, Princess.” He hummed as he rolled your hips up and down your cock like you had done countless times before.

"Oh, you are?" You asked, licking your lips. "Nah, I don't think so; it’s time I give you a taste of your own medicine.” You growled out while flipping him over onto his side. "I'm going to put it in your pussy." You ground your hips against drenched folds with a snarl.

Suguru gasped, moaning as he felt the head of his cock rubbed against your pussy. Being the one to do it felt much different than being on the receiving end. But it still felt good regardless. He suddenly knew why you begged so pretty; he longed for more than teasing touches. He was about to start praying for more when his whole body seized up as you pressed the head against the tight ring of muscles of the entrance, fighting the need to shove it all in.

“Baby, please—!”

“Oooh, who's a needy slut?”

"Fuck, I am! I want you to fucking destroy me, please.” Suguru moaned, his head slowly rolling back against the pillows.

You smirked, running your tongue over your bottom lip. "Oooh, begging for me already, that’s so cute.” You slammed inside Suguru’s tight pussy. "Fuck—you're so tight~!!"

Suguru gasped before screaming out a moan while you thrust in and out. "F-Fuck yeah!! Just like that, oh god!!~ Princess!!” Hearing such pretty sounds only filled your desire, making you eager to move, to make him feel as good as he did for you.

"Fuck yeah~ what are you always saying? ‘You like me fucking your cunt slut?’”

“Yeah, I see why, fuck you feel so fucking good!!" Suguru cried out, his eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Princess!! Fuck, I'm your slut, god I want your cum so bad!!"

"Cum for me then~!" You commanded, reaching around and rubbing your clit in fast circles just as you knew your body liked it. "Cum all over my cock." Your thrusts were becoming erratic as you felt your balls tighten.

Suguru cried out, his head thrown back as he clenched hard on your cock. "Yesyes-Yes! Fuck, Princess!! Fuckfuckfuck-!!"

You followed immediately behind Suguru; your hips stuttered as you came hard, cum filling your pussy with thick white cum. "O-Oh fuck~!"

"H-Holy shit!!”

"Fuck, oh fuck." You panted roughly, looking down at Suguru, who was still trapped in your body. "That felt s-ao good."

"Holy hell, the cum feels so fucking good—"

“Yeah~ it makes you feel all nice and warm afterward.”

Your boyfriend moaned softly. "You know what feels even better? Fucking you with my cum~ I promise it feels fucking amazing give it a try."

You perked up at that, turning red, but you couldn't just take his word for it. You needed to feel it for yourself. So you slowly started thrusting back inside, moaning loudly.

"Oh god, you're fucking right, feels good.”

“I N-Nngh told you!”

You kissed Suguru eagerly, thrusting faster. Your boyfriend smiled softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands, kissing you deeply as he moaned into your mouth. You kissed back just as eagerly, stroking Suguru’s cheek. Your nails dug into his hips as you moved faster than you could think.

"F-Fuck, can't stop—! God, you feel too fucking good!"

Suguru moaned softly, smiling up at you. "F-Fuck~ I love you too, Princess, so cum in me again!”

You groaned, sucking his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. "I will." You growled, nipping her earlobe. "I'm gonna keep cumming inside your pussy." your hip bucked, slamming against her cervix as spurts of hot cum filled Suguru, the sensation enough to throw him over the edge with you.

“Y-Yeah! Oooh fuck!” He cried out a moan, clawing at your back as he felt himself cum around your cock when you slammed deep into him. "C-Cumming!! Cumming Princess!!"

You gritted your teeth as you came inside your boyfriend again. That’s how you both were. You were just in sync with each other. Despite the fact, you were in each other’s bodies. You knew how to make the other field good; you wanted to keep going because you weren’t sure how long this side effect would last. But your lack of experience having a dick and poor stamina said otherwise.

"M’ sorry baby, I-I do-don't think I can go anymore. I can’t take it.” You feebly cried out before collapsing on top of your own body, winning a satisfied sigh from Suguru, who was underneath you.

“Honestly, I’m okay with that,” he said as he gulped air. “Fuck you’re probably gonna be sore in the morning. And I don’t wanna hear you complaining about it because this was your own doing.”

Your mind felt fuzzy as you just nodded your head nuzzling your boyfriend‘s face into the crook of your neck because you took in the afterglow and the rash of being near him in such an intimate way. Suguru hummed happily, running his fingers through your hair. He was honestly surprised you were able to go two rounds.

“Sleepy?” he asked softly, only receiving a hum in return. “Ooh—my sweet girl. Lay down for a minute, and let's cuddle before we take a shower.”

“Okay.” you finally could form coherent words as you lay down on your side, cupping your boyfriend's cheek. “Can I—”

“Yes, you can be the little spoon.” You weren’t sure how long the curse's effect would last, but as long as you were with each other, it didn’t matter. All that you cared about was coming home safely with Suguru and sleeping soundly in his arms, which made your dangerous job worth it.

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[melwnst]

Hiiiiiiii! We haven't interacted much but you show up quite a bit on my feed. I have a scenario that I just don't feel like I can do justice for myself, so I'm entrusting it to someone else to help with your writer's block. (And yes I'm reading this directly from the pin/tweet that made me want to see it written)

You know those scenes in romance books where she hits and punches his chest repeatedly in complete agony until it all gets too much for her to bear so she just slumps into him and sobs and he embraces her like she would disappear if he let go?

Dean x reader pretty please <3

────── ⋆⋅☆ GUILT TRIPPER, D.W

⭑.ᐟ Thanks for the request hun- not sure if this is what you had in mind but I was fighting for my life I needed to write angst. He’s such a fucking cunt in this I actually hate him. Pls interact and send requests if u have any<3

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You find yourself cursing someone, anyone. Hoping and praying this is just a sick joke. That this isn’t what’s left of it- that this isn’t the final blow. That maybe, it’s just the universe getting back at you, but it’ll come back to normal eventually after it’s taught you a lesson.

It doesn’t.

It probably never will, at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It starts slowly.

It starts with you noticing the looks from across the room at the bar. You see the way she looks at him, but you refuse to acknowledge the way he looks back at her.

Then he stops holding your hand from across the table at that same bar- because she’s there. You know it- deep down, that something’s happening. But you tell yourself that it’s stupid- maybe you’re imagining things. The case is about to be over anyway- and you’ll be on your way, far away from her.

Then- his hand doesn’t lay at the small of your back when you walk into the bar. He doesn’t kiss- look- laugh anymore.

No-he stares. He stares at the same blond, tall, beautiful woman that makes you feel so small, you might shrink to death.

Sam notices it. You know he must’ve told Dean to stop- to pay attention- must’ve cursed at him, because he has you- but you also know it’s no use. When Dean sets his mind to something- someone, he gets it. Because he’s Dean Winchester. Anyone would be crazy to say no to him.

When the case is over- you’re packing your bags, the silence fills the room. It’s so loud- it’s almost scary because all you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat, and Dean’s footsteps.

‘What are you doing?’ He asks, his arms crossed, leaning on the bathroom door.

‘Packing. Why aren’t you?’ You ask, sniffling, because you know exactly why he isn’t.

‘I figured we could use a vacation, maybe stay here a couple more days?’

Then you straighten your back. Your hands go on your waist. And you laugh.

You laugh and turn around to see dean’s confused face looking back at you.

‘We could use a vacation? Seriously? You couldn’t come up with anything else?’ You stare him down, hoping to make him feel the way he’s been making you feel since that first night at the bar although you’re this close to breaking down.

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ Dean walks closer to you, but you stop him.

‘Don’t.’

‘What are you doing right now?’ His arms wave in the air, like he’s so innocent he has no idea.

‘What’s her name?’

Dean blinks. He blinks- but he doesn’t answer.

‘I know, Dean. I’m not fucking stupid.’ You confess. His eyes still move-erratically. His breath quickens as if he’s scared he got caught.

The silence fills the room again. But this time it’s a quiet silence. The one that doesn’t sound too harsh in your ears. The one that cuts deep. The one that makes you want to die.

It’s your turn to blink, but you blink tears- not guilt. The tears fall- faster, your heart feels like it’s being ripped out of your chest, and soon enough, he talks again.

‘It was one night. I didn’t mean for it to happen.’ It’s faint. Barely audible like he’s ashamed.

The sigh you let out is enough to break his heart.

His heart that didn’t mind breaking yours. Or that didn’t think it would anyway- because for him- it’d stay a secret, hidden deep inside of him, you’d never find out.

‘Right. So you stuck your tongue in her mouth but you had no control right? You were in her but you weren’t thinking? You expect me to believe that bullshit?’

‘Liste-‘

‘No you listen. You’re a fucking coward. I left my whole life behind so I could do this with you. For you! You begged me, Dean. You told me you wouldn’t do this without me. You guilt tripped me into becoming a hunter. Who does that to a person they’re supposed to love? This whole thing was a damn lie!’ You’re closer to him without realizing it. You choke through the tears he’s letting you shed.

‘It was never a lie!’

Then you hit him.

You hit him, again.

And again.

Until your writs, your fists hurt because he deserves it.

‘Yes it was!’

You hit him because you’re breaking. And because he deserves to be hurt.

He deserves to never be loved by anyone ever again because of what he did to you.

Because of all the promises he swore he’d never break but eventually did.

‘I hate you!’ Your fists pump against his chest, the bruises form, he tries to make you stop but figures there’s no point. He deserves it. Maybe he is a coward. No-he definitely is. So he lets you.

He lets you lash out. He lets you hit him so hard your hands are this close to bleeding.

Then the strength fades out. You can’t hit him anymore. You’re trying, but the hate and pain you feel is enough to make you collapse.

You don’t see it, but Dean cries. He cries for you- for what he did to you. He cries because he hates that he’s put you in this position- this state. So the moment you give out under your feet, dean’s right here to hold you. He finds himself on the floor with you. His chest burns, his heart aches, his arms hold your frame like you’re so fragile you might just die because of him.

He’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. He’s scared you’ll hate him for the rest of his miserable life. But he gets what he deserves right? This is all on him.

The worst part is, he’s not sure he regrets it. The only thing he regrets is that he let you find out. That he wasn’t subtle. That he let you get hurt- not because he cheated, but because he could’ve been more careful. Hidden it better.

You’re not sure you can think anymore.

Your brain is fuzzy, your entire body hurts, you feel like your heart’s not working anymore. Or it might give out soon. It’s unfair.

He promised he’d stick with you.

He promised he could love you more than anyone with a normal life could.

He promised he wouldn’t go anywhere.

His first promise was that he wouldn’t let go. He’d be here- it’d be just you, him and Sam.

He lied.

Dean Winchester is a damn liar.

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alright, been thinking alot and one thought crossed my mind. a yunho one shot. this came at work idk how, don't ask i'm sick in the head.

you're married (not to yunho) BUT you've had a rough marriage with your husband lately & one night you decided to go out with your friends. you got drunk, had too many shots of tequila. dancing alone at the dance floor blah blah.

you met yunho that night, he approached slowly and you started talking.

ever since that night, you and yunho have been texting back and forth. you never told him abt your marriage, you don't even wear the ring.

SURPRISE ME OMFG

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | jeong yunho .ᐟ

☆ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

꩜ synopsis .ᐟ — picture perfect marriage downfall caused by the undeniably hot golden man

꩜ content .ᐟ — mature content | non-idol!yunho | cheater!reader | husband!hongjoong | lots of overthinking | bad decisions ( or were they? ) |

꩜ warnings .ᐟ — smut, MDNI 18+ | drunk sex | slight dirty talking | affair | unprotected sex ( pls do not yall ! ) | very long ( sorry )

꩜ author’s note .ᐟ — i’ve been pretty unactive here and it’s supposed to be my beginning on tumblr so i’m truly sorry for that, but anyway here i am almost two months later and i’m back to the requests. i hope you enjoy the story ahead and that it suits your wish!

꩜ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like, reblog and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

Marrying a wealthy man, with his future clearly painted out across the golden canvas. The one who graduated from an elite college and who’s name people in the city say with the brightest smile was definitely a plan your parents had for you.

And weren’t you just the luckiest girl in the world for finding that perfect love in the third year of college, a love many of your friends could only dream of having, saying that soulmates only exist because you and he are together.

Kim Hongjoong was exactly that man — the one who fits next to you.

Blinded by the young heat of love, not caring how many more tomorrows were ahead, being the couple the whole campus was gossiping about.

Hongjoong was every girl’s dream — a full green forest, they’d say. Women were naturally attracted to him by his good and neat-boy character.

A little bit nerdy, head always in the book but his little breaks during lessions were all about you.

You didn’t think you’d get this happy with choosing a man like Hongjoong, considering your previous choice in the opposite sex.

Soon after graduating, both of you got promised to a life together in front of the altar, reciting the vows and saying “I do.”

Ever since then, it was all like a fairytale. Days and nights spent with the man of your dreams.

Five years into the marriage passed in the blink of an eye, but just as everything seemed to be milk and honey to the freshly married — it turned out the milk was closer to expiring.

You had always admired Hongjoong’s passion for work and improvement in all stages life brought him but it’s just wasn’t healthy.

He was a workacholic. The insane kind of one.

Obsessed with the every single detail that happened in his company. He was always the first one to accept the call, grab his coat and rush out of the house without a second glance at you.

The sheets of your shared bedroom often cold, the mornings and nights turned into an endless routine of waking up and falling asleep alone.

You were quite understanding of his actions, as being your own boss is truly a lot of work for the man who somehow manages it all alone. But it seemed like work was the only thing on his mind, even when catching a dinner with you on a quiet Sunday when he could spare those 20 minutes away from the office.

For some time now you had been offering Hongjoong help and get a job in the company as well, but he would quickly dismiss you, saying how he got it all handled and that you should take care of yourself and rest.

Of course, as frustrating as it sounded, you were grateful. Hongjoong’s money was keeping you food on the table and whatever you wanted it was delivered to you in a seconds. He tried his best to redeem himself and soon enough your closet was full of many dresses, necklaces and shoes he used to buy whenever he would stay late at work.

It was always delivered to you by the postman and at the beginning, this gesture of his made you happy, showing that he still cared about you and that he was just busy. But now the feeling was worn off, just like every piece of clothing he got you by now.

You realized that you craved attention, love and your husband’s touch and it’s something you weren’t getting at all from Hongjoong.

Your friends would often tease you, saying how Hongjoong must be a perfect husband during the day and that he probably satisfied all your needs during the night.

Hongjoong was, in fact, good in bed, from what you experienced with him by now. People would think that being married for five years means you two couldn’t keep your hands away from each other but it was quite the opposite. You can’t remember the last time you had sex with Hongjoong. Was it last month? Or last year?

Your body was feeling the pressure of being sexually frustrated, especially during ovulation and Hongjoong was usually never in sight.

It’s embarrassing to remember how many times you needed to pleasure yourself just to be able to sleep at night alone in the bed. It was without any thoughts, not even about your husband, just a quick chance of getting some relief even if it was never enough.

Of course seducing him at some point was in your thoughts but it always led to the words of “I’m busy now Y/N” or “I’m tired”.

Today was also a day in this routine of marriage with Hongjoong. He wasn’t home and yet another night alone was ahead of you, until your friend group decided it would be awesome to get together and grab some drinks outside.

And this was exactly what you needed — to get out of this house and have a little bit of fun without the emptiness of the room hugging you.

Getting dressed, you picked the last dress Hongjoong had bought for you. It was the short black one, that reached your mid-thigh, with tiny sparkles all around it.

A slight touch of a smokey eye make-up with a little bit of redness on your lips that made you look elegant. Your hair reached just above your breasts and for this occasion you had it up in a nicely shaped bun with a few strands falling messily yet gracefully on your face.

By the time you got ready, your friend group arrived outside your door. Grabbing the small leather purse with your phone, you escaped the boredom behind you into the black BMW your closest friend, Haerin, owned.

“ So where are we going? “ — you questioned, putting on your seatbealt.

“ To a club downtown. “ — the brunette from the backseat responded, making your head turn to look at her.

“ Why didn’t you tell me it was a club? Do I look too elegant for it now? “ — slight anxiety rose up on your spine.

“ Girl, are you for real now? I would absolutely bang you right here on this backseat if I were a lesbian. But I have to say you’re kinda making me rethink my sexuality now. “ — Eunchae, the blonde next to the brunette replied.

“ I’m telling this to Wooyoung. “ — Jiyong, the brunette replied, about to jokingly take out her phone and call Wooyoung — Eunchae’s boyfriend.

You admired them honestly. Wooyoung was the man Eunchae met while working at the cafe back in her college days. He kept on getting the same thing every morning and once when paying for the drink — he slipped in the note saying how beautiful she was and that he would like to get her number, which she gladly gave him.

Even though ending up in his bed on the night of their first date wasn’t how the relationships should go, it was just right with them, in their own way, both matching each other’s energies to the point of perfection.

Jiyong was the only one single in the friend group, with a mindset of a high school girl, still having one night stands and not looking for any serious relationship yet, following with “The night is still young, so am I.”

Haerin, in the driver’s seat, had been married once, then divorced from a man she couldn’t see the future with anymore.

Choi Jongho, was it? You couldn’t really remember, but you do remember her saying that they stayed in touch since they both had financial sharings together.

And yet, somehow, you felt that you were the only one in the group with the worst case of a marriage there is.

Haerin parked the car not far away from the club and you all reached the front door in a few steps.

“ Oh, you weren’t joking this is literally a club. “

“ Should’ve gone to a strip club instead. “ — Eunchae commented once you got inside.

The darkness, hyped atmosphere, colorful lights barely shining through the smoke cloud that made your eyes burn a little, it was all what described this place you’d stepped into.

Jiyong got you a table in the very corner of the room, making sure you had the entire club in clear view.

Ordering the first drinks, you started off strong, with tequila shots.

“ To the girls night! “ — Haerin made a toast as the tequila burned down your throat mixed with the salty taste on the tongue.

Thirty minutes in, so many glasses of tequila had been taken and brought back to your table. The conversation between you started as a gossip session but turned into aimless words and silly laughter. The alcohol was strongly getting to your senses, but knowing your friends, this was only the beginning.

Eunchae kept the tequila coming until Jiyong deciced that you’re done with the appetizers, switching to the Red Label whiskey.

“ Oh my God, Hae, that handsome guy is totally checking you out! “ — Jiyong squealed, shaking Haerin’s form while she tried to gulp down yet another whiskey.

“ What are you talking about? “ — totally confused, Haerin drunkenly searched the crowd until Jiyong grabbed her cheeks, turning her head toward the table across from yours.

There sat four men, and the one who had taken an interest in Haerin had platinum silver hair that fell perfectly over his Aphrodite-like features.

“ Oh fuck, he’s really looking. “ — Haerin giggled, taking another glass of whiskey, her cheeks blushing.

“ Go fucking get him! “ — Eunchae stole the glass from her hands.

“ No, no… I really shouldn’t get involved with another man so quickly. “ — Haerin said, but her eyes never left the silver-haired boy until he suddenly stood up and walked over towards you.

“ Shit he’s coming… “ — Haerin panicked for a moment, trying to act natural but her drunken state was not cooperating with her.

“ Hello ladies! “ — the deep voice echoed. “ What are you drinking? “

“ Ohh, and why would you be interested? “ — Eunchae teased the figure that patiently stood in front of your table.

“ I want to make a deal and buy you pretty ladies a drink as long as you’re willing to give me this little angel here for a dance. “ — He said, smirking as his eyes fell on Haerin.

“ Oh my God, just take her already! “ — Jiyong said, pushing Haerin foward.

“ Thank you, all your drinks are on me now. “ — He said, taking Haerin by the hand, pulling her towards the dance floor.

“ I want to dance now too. “ — Jiyong pouted.

“ Then let’s fucking go? “ — Eunchae exclaimed.

“ I’m going to get some water first. I feel my head pounding already. “ — you said, standing up carefully as you made your way towards the bartender.

“ Hi, can I order one glass of water please? “

“ I fear there is no alcohol in that. “ — an unfamiliar voice said from your left side.

You turned your head to look at the boy who was sitting on one of the bar stools, a shot of what seemed to be whiskey in his right hand.

His eyes droopy, ears slightly red, indicating that he’s already drunk enough. Dirty blonde hair styled nicely with wet bangs covering his sweaty forehead. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up in what seemed to be an attempt to do so. Three buttons undone, showing off his milky skin and collarbones underneath. A small simple chain around his neck with a silver cross symbol.

He looked like he came neither out of the dance floor or the heavy make-out session from the bathroom.

“ I’ve already had enough of it. “ — you said, a smile planted on your lips.

“ Being in a place like this means the word ‘enough’ doesn’t really apply. “ — He replied. “ You know you can always get another glass of alcohol, it has the right amount of water inside it too. “

You rolled your eyes playfully, the smile still on your lips hearing his choice of words.

“ Wisely said. “

The bartender brought you a glass of cold clear water and the man sitting next to you turned to speak to him.

“ Two more glasses. “ — he said, pointing at the, now empty, whiskey glass beside him.

You looked at him while with wide eyes, surprised that he ordered one glass for you too.

“ It would be a shame if I didn’t order you a drink now. That wouldn’t be very gentleman of me. “ — he said, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

“ Well thank you, that’s very gentlemanly of you…? “ — you trailed off waiting to hear him say his name, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself yet.

“ Yunho. “

Yunho. The name suited him. Like some kind of golden retriever, wanting to be petted, his droopy eyes and drunken movements made you want to embrace him in your arms. His aura was definitely dangerous and that’s what seemed to trigger you, drawing you closer to him more than you would have wanted to.

“ I’m Y/N. “

“ Well Y/N, cheers to us meeting each other. “ — Yunho said, pushing the new welcomed glass of whiskey in front of him towards you.

You tried not to grin like an idiot, so a sly smile decorated your features as your glass clicked with his and both of you emptied its contents, the whiskey burning all the way down to your stomach.

The conversation with Yunho continued naturally — or, it was probably the after effect of all the alcohol you both had during the talk.

You definitely weren’t the same person who had walked through the club doors by now. Eyes half-lidded, drunk smile to whatever Yunho was saying with occasionally playfully punching his shoulder.

After taking one more sip of the golden whiskey from the glass, Yunho looked up at you, offering his hand.

“ Do you want to dance? “

You nodded without even looking at him, immediately placing your hand in his as he guided you through the crowd of chaotic people to the middle of the flashing darkness of the club.

The music was too loud for you to even talk to him now. Your body, consumed by the alcohol, swayed in it’s own way with every step closer to Yunho, who was following your movements.

You let your hair fall down from your bun, leaving it messily to cover your shoulders.

His eyes never left you, even in the flickering lights, the smoke cloud — his dark eyes were creating holes all over your body and face, admiring your every breath. If he could he would take a picture of you like this with his own eyes.

You found yourself pressed against him in a way that wasn’t appropriate for a married woman, but your mind was drowning itself in the euphoria of the moment.

Yunho’s hands slowly creeped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Sweat was forming on your neck and forehead. The close proximity was doing nothing to settle the flames in your body.

You reached for your hair, gathering it and moving it to the side, letting your neck breathe for a moment — but Yunho seized the opportunity, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder that made you shiver in his arms.

“ You’re so beautiful. “ — the breathy voice spoke in your ear.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you drunkenly giggled at his words.

“ Is that why you kissed my shoulder? You think it’s beautiful? “ — you laughed.

The question didn’t really make any sense but does this all even make sense to you anymore?

“ Yeah… “ — Yunho chuckled behind you. “ Maybe I need to kiss every part of your body. Because it’s beautiful as well. “

His deep voice rang in your ears, despite the loud music. Your stomach coiled tight, not just from the alcohol but from something more dangerous—something you weren’t supposed to feel.

You should pull away. The rational part of your mind screamed at you, reminding you of the vows you took, the man waiting — or rather, not waiting— at home. But then there was this other part of you, the one that had been buried for years under loneliness and cold sheets, the one that ached for touch, for heat, for something that felt real.

Your silence was enough of an answer for Yunho. His fingers pressed a little firmer against your waist, drawing you back against his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips brushed against your exposed shoulder again, slower this time, more deliberate.

A quiet sigh left your lips before you could stop it. Your head tilted slightly to the side, granting him more access, and Yunho took the invitation without hesitation. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

This isn’t right at all, but why does it make you feel so good?

“ Tell me to stop. “ — Yunho murmured, his voice thick with something dark, something teasing. “ Tell me you don’t want this, and I will. “

You should. God, you should.

But the thoughts of his soft pink lips all over your body, your sweaty, naked bodies pressed against each other, his tender fingers exploring every inch of your skin are what keeps you insane in your head.

“ Don’t stop… “ — you whispered, barely audible over the pounding music.

Yunho let out a soft curse under his breath, his lips grazing just beneath your jaw before trailing lower. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he guided your movements with his own, grinding your bodies together. Your back arched, your ass grinding against him.

The friction was already too much for him to handle, his uneven breaths, sweat dripping on his forehead and droopy drunk eyes decorating his features.

You felt his hardness pressing into you, the feeling making you chuckle as your eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere.

“ Fuck. “ — he breathed against your neck, his voice strained, full of restraint he was barely holding onto. “ You have no idea what you’re doing to me. “

You did. Oh, you definitely did. And you liked it.

The warmth of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers instinctively curled around his wrists, keeping his hands exactly where they were — on you.

“ You’re playing a dangerous game. “ — he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jawline now.

“ So are you. “ — you countered, voice softer, teasing.

He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “ Yeah… but I don’t think I care anymore. “

Neither did you.

His touch was fire against your skin, his palm pressing possessively as he whispered. “ Let me take you somewhere quieter. “

It wasn’t a question.

And you didn’t hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate turn, you finally faced him, your noses nearly touching. His pupils were blown, lips parted, waiting — for you, for your answer.

You licked your lips, fingers reaching up to play with the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt before gripping the fabric, tugging him just a little closer.

“ Lead the way. “ — you murmured.

Yunho didn’t waste another second.

The club was a blur of flashing lights and pulsing bass, the heat of the dance floor fading as he led you toward the back, where a set of sleek, black stairs spiraled upward into dimly lit exclusivity.

Your steps faltered for just a moment, a flicker of hesitation tightening in your chest.

“ Where are we? “

Yunho turned back, his dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours as he smirked. “ Private lounge. “ — he explained, nodding toward the security guard at the base of the stairs. “ Owner’s a friend. “

A friend. Right. You didn’t need to question further. Places like this, high-end clubs with an air of indulgence, always had secret spaces—rooms meant for more than just drinking and talking.

Yunho led you toward the white polished wooden door at the end of the hallway. He pushed it open, revealing a space that was complete opposite of the chaos downstairs.

A low-lit room, a single king-sized bed dominating the center. The scent of leather and freshly washed sheets lingered in the air.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the reality of this moment.

This wasn’t just some reckless dance on the club floor anymore.

This was real. This was happening. You were about to have sex with a stranger you met at the club.

You — a married woman.

But of course, at the moment we’re speaking, all the consequences of this left your mind along with your dignity.

Yunho turned to you, his gaze carefully reading your reaction. “ Say the word. “ — he murmured, voice thick. “ And I’ll walk you back downstairs. “

Was walking downstairs something you wanted now? Absolutely not. You were not going to chicken out drunk in front of a hell handsome man with an aching boner in his pants who was yearning for you, plus your legs were killing you in these heels.

Your fingers found the front of his shirt again, your fingers hooking slightly under it making his jaw clench.

“ Close the door. “ — you whispered.

Yunho cursed under his breath before reaching back, shoving the door shut and locking them.

Oh, you’re fucked.

You stepped forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Yunho groaned against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, your bodies fitting together lustfully perfect.

His lips left yours only to trail across your jaw, down your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. His teeth softly grazing your skin.

“ No marks, please… “ — you said breathlessly.

Yunho smirked against your neck, leaving a few more kisses that added the fuel to the already burning flames in your body.

“ As you wish, princess. “

His hands lifted your dress higher, sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric over your hips. You gasped as his fingers pressed against the lace of your panties where you needed him the most.

“ You’re already so wet for me. “ — he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you through the thin fabric, sending shivers up your spine.

“ Yunho… “ — your whimpered, holding his shoulders like your life depended on them.

He hummed in response, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your face up toward him again. His lips hovered just above yours, teasing, taunting. “ You sure you want this, hm? “

Your heart pounded. Your body screamed for more, for everything.

“ Please… “ — you breathed. “ I want you. “

Yunho groaned, his restraint finally snapping. He grabbed your hips, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell onto the mattress, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he followed, his weight pressing you down, anchoring you beneath him.

His lips were everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts as he pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders, taking it off of you. His hands were rough, impatient, tugging fabric, exploring skin, lighting fire everywhere they touched.

Even in such a hurry blinded by the lust he took his time to worship every part of your almost naked body in front of him.

“ Fuck… You’re like a goddess. “

Your hands tugged slightly on his shirt, he quickly got the message, unbuttoning it completely and throwing it away.

I’m a goddess? Does he see himself?

Yunho’s body was picture perfect presented in front of your eyes. His shoulders wide just the right size, not too buff, not too slim — he was just perfect.

You sat up on the bed unclasping your black lacy bra, throwing it aside, immediately finding his belt.

“ Eager one, aren’t you? “ — Yunho teased, looking down at you.

“ Damn right I am. “ — You said, boldly, not even hidding the urge to have him all over you tonight in every possible way.

The touch deprivation inside of you brust out the moment Yunho touched you first.

Now all you could focus on was him, his body, his hands and his dick that was painfully hard and hidden beneath the pants you fastly tugged off of him.

Once his dick was out right in front of your face, you were definitely not disappointed by the size.

You wasted no time in taking it in your hand, stroking it a few times before your tongue ran over the anrgy tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum.

Yunho’s breathing was uneven, looking down at you playing with his cock, the sight itself could make him come right now, but he needed to calm down — he didn’t want the fun to be over yet.

You weren’t unexperienced on blowjobs, but it has been definitely awhile since you’d done one.

Attempting that with Hongjoong usually resulted in him dismissing you from the room, following with “Don’t you see I’m busy now?”

Yunho swore he saw stars the moment you took him inside your mouth. A few curses leaving his lips breathlessly as his hand found your hair, moving it away from your face into a ponytail.

“ God… You’re so good at this… “ — he said, a slight moan leaving his lips.

You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head at a steady pace, your core throbbing each time he let out a groan of satisfaction.

His hand at the back of your head, holding your hair, pushed you more into him until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you knew that by the end of this, you makeup would need to be fixed immediately.

“ Y-Yes… You’re doing so well princess. Just a little more, fuck. “

He took the control, guiding your head on him, pushing him impossibly more inside your mouth.

But he didn’t want to cum now, not yet, so before he could — he backed away from your mouth, sweat covering his forehead.

You breathed deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, tears dripping down your cheeks.

His fingers raised your chin up so he could look at you.

“ So gorgeous. “

He tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb. You looking up at him like he was an angel from above, someone who would take care of you.

“ Turn around for me. “

Of course, you obeyed stupidly. Turning around slowly on all fours, your ass up in the air for him.

You felt the mattress shift as he moved behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass before he ripped your panties, making you yelp.

“ Yunho! “

“ I’ll buy you a new ones, pretty. “ — he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on your ass cheek.

He spread you open, exposing just how wet you were for him. A sharp inhale came from above, followed by a deep, appreciative groan.

“ God, you’re dripping. “ — Yunho muttered, running his fingers through your slick folds, teasing but not giving you what you needed just yet.

You whined, pressing back against his touch. “ Please… I need you. Stop teasing. “

“ You sure you’re ready to take me? “ — he chuckled darkly, rubbing slow circles around your entrance, his other hand squeezing your hip to hold you in place. “ Impatient little thing. “ — he mused before finally pushing two fingers inside you.

Your moaned instantly, the stretch just enough to make your back arch. He worked you open, thrusting his fingers at a slow, torturous pace, curling them just right to make you clench around him.

“ Y-Yunho— “

“ I know baby, fuck you’re so tight for me. “

When he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.

“ This might be your last chance to back out, pretty. “ — He said, his tip rubbing over your wetness.

“ Please Yunho… “ — you whined, impatient.

With one slow thrust, he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch. Your hands clenched the sheets, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp at how full he made you feel.

It caused you to feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.

Damn, it has been awhile.

“ Fuck, Y/N… “ — he gritted out, pausing to let you adjust, his fingers digging into your hips.

You pushed back slightly, needing more, and Yunho groaned at the way you clenched around him.

“ You’re gonna be the death of me. “ — he murmured before pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“ F-Faster… Please Yunho… “

And he didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed himself deeper in a faster pace, making your face fall flat into the pillows as you nearly screamed his name.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the dimly lit room, each thrust making your body jolt against the mattress.

You chanted his name like some kind of spell, your mind blurry as your body was floating from the pleasure, your fingers digging into the sheets, trying to ground yourself as his pace became relentless.

His hand slid down your spine before gripping the back of your neck, forcing your chest down while keeping your ass raised high for him. The new angle made his cock hit deeper, right against that spot that had you choking on a moan.

“ There it is. “ - he groaned, rolling his hips in a way that had your toes curling. “ You feel that, baby? “

You could only nod frantically, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Your orgasm was building quickly and Yunho could tell by the way you desperately clenched on him.

“ You’re close, aren’t you pretty? “ — he groaned, his fingers sneaking between your legs to circle your clit. “ Wanna come all over my cock? “

“ Y-Yes. “ — you gasped, your thighs shaking. “ Please, I’m so close— “

Yunho smirked, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper, chasing both of your highs.

“ Come for me, baby. “ he rasped, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “ Come all over me, come on. “

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching around him as pleasure shot through every nerve in your body. You cried out his name, your body going completely rigid before melting beneath him.

“ Oh God— “ — Yunho groaned, his hips stuttering as your tightness sent him over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times before pulling out quickly, storking himself above you, spilling his release on your back with a guttural moan.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, both of you coming down from the high.

Your mind blank, your body fucked just the way it needed to be as you let yourself fall down on the bed.

Yunho stood up from the bed, opening the dark bathroom door at the very corner of the room, coming back with a paper roll, cleaning your back from the mess he made.

You rolled on your back staring at the ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing back to normal.

“ You okay? “ — Yunho asked, laying beside you, kissing your shoulder.

You nodded, eyes heavy to keep open. “ Yeah… more than okay. “

Yunho let out a satisfied hum, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as the warmth between you lingered. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but there was an undeniable comfort in the silence that followed.

You turned your head slightly to look at him. Even in the dim lighting, Yunho looked like he belonged here — with you, in this bed, in this moment. His chest rose and fell steadily, the aftershocks of pleasure still evident in the way his muscles twitched.

For a brief moment, reality began creeping back in. The weight of what you had just done settled over you like a thin veil, but you refused to let it suffocate you. You had spent so long feeling unwanted, untouched — aching for something you weren’t allowed to have. And now? Yunho had given it to you without hesitation.

You reached out, fingers grazing over his jawline. “ Thank you. “

He blinked, turning his head to meet your gaze. “ For what? “

“ For making me happy. “

Yunho chuckled. “ Anytime, pretty. “

You leaned in, pressing your lips softly to his. It wasn’t like the feverish kisses from before, desperate and urgent — it was slower, almost tender. Yunho responded just as gently, his fingers tightening around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“ Stay. “ — he murmured, barely above a whisper.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers tightening against his skin. “ I don’t think I can. “

Yunho’s jaw clenched slightly, but he nodded, like he already expected that answer. “ Then let me hold you. Just for tonight. “

Your eyes burned, but you didn’t fight him as he pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a promise.

For now this was enough.

But you absolutely weren’t ready for what the morning ahead brought.

Once you woke up, your head was pounding like someone were hitting it with a hammer. You groaned, stretching across the bed, your body sore, muscles still tired and barely able to move on command.

You opened your eyes, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking around the room your brain didn’t remember as the usual one you would wake up in.

The memories from last night quickly filled the empty gaps in your head making your eyes widen in realization.

You cheated on Hongjoong.

With a complete stranger.

At the club.

You’re still at the club.

Alone.

Because the moment you looked around, bed was empty and no trace of the Yunho you met last night to be seen.

You would be lying if you didn’t feel your heart breaking in your chest because he left you all alone after last night like this. But, seriously, what were you expecting?

It was a one night stand and a bad decision made in a rush of lust and alcohol.

You’re still a married woman.

Your fingers went over your ring finger only to realize there wasn’t any ring on it anymore.

That’s when the panic shot through your whole body, and as it was on fire, you jumped up from the bed on your unsteady legs, frantically searching the messy sheets for the golden diamond ring — the only thing you had never taken off in the past five years.

Frustrated tears escaped your eyes as you continued searching all over the room for it only to be left disappointed.

It’s not possible that it could slip off from your finger — because it never had — it was made for you and your finger size only.

You decided to calm down, thinking that eventually it will pop up somewhere around. Maybe asking the club owner wouldn’t be a bad idea too — what if the cleaning staff found it somewhere on the dance floor?

You collected your stuff from the floor, realizing that your panties had been ripped by Yunho last night.

“Fuck.” — you cursed, hoping that the dress would cover anything inappropriate so you could go out.

Doing a random double take at the table that was by the door, you realized that your bag and jacket were right there, along with your phone.

Of course, it was left at the table you were with your friends at — but how did it end up here in the room?

Was it Yunho who brought it up while you were sleeping?

You rushed toward it, searching inside your coat and bag for the ring but still found nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sighed in relief that it turned on with only 10% of battery.

There were possibly hundreds of messages from your friends, and this would probably require a lot of explanations to cover up.

But what made your heart sink down to your feet were the two following messages that appeared on your screen.

Hongjoong : You’re not home? Where are you? I’m home 4:56am

Unknown number : Good morning pretty <3 I’m sure you’ve found all your stuff by now and if you’re still searching for your ring I think you should find me first ;) Yunho 8:33am

Fucked indeed.

[zaczenemiji]

absolutely no rush if you're occupied with other asks :D!! I love your writing so so much your descriptions and dialogue are so good 😭💓 could I possibly request a scenario where the reader (working alongside kenji as ultraman/on the sidelines as a civilian, whatever you desire!!) unexpectedly throws herself in front of kenji and takes a hit for him (bonus points of they had unresolved tension before [argument, interrupted confession, one character was sick and rejecting help etc etc; no pressure at all and pls write whatever you'd like i'm just throwing out random suggestions!!]) + the hurt/comfort to follow after? thank you so much! ☺️ i wish you the best!

In the Heart of Danger

Kenji Sato x Reader

Synopsis: As tensions between Kenji and the KDF rise, you become entangled in the conflict, leading to a dangerous confrontation that puts your life at risk.

Word Count: 2,710

Genre/Warning: Action, Angst, Drama, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Sacrifice, Violence

Author’s Note: Slight mention of themes from Too Good, Too True

MASTERLIST

For many years, Ultraman and the Kaiju Defense Force worked in harmony. But as KDF evolved under different leadership, so did its philosophy. Their arsenal grew more lethal, their strategies more aggressive. Dr. Onda's vision was clear: the complete eradication of all kaiju was the only path to true safety.

Ultraman held a different perspective. Those magnificent creatures had their own place in the natural order. He believed in protecting life; only fending them off to prevent destruction, not to annihilate them.

KDF’s methods became increasingly ruthless. Where Ultraman sought balance, KDF saw only the necessity of total elimination. The final straw came when KDF started viewing Ultraman's reluctance to kill as a liability, a hindrance to their ultimate goal of eradication.

Thus, the Kaiju Defense Force turned their attention to identifying Ultraman's human form, intent on neutralizing this perceived threat.

"Kenji, you can't keep dismissing this," you said, frustration lacing your voice. "The KDF is closing in on you. They know something's up, and they're not going to stop until they confirm you're Ultraman."

The evening air was thick with tension as you and Kenji sat across from each other in his house. It started with a simple disagreement but it had escalated so quickly.

Kenji ran a hand through his hair, his expression one of exasperation. "I know the risks, (y/n),” he replied. “But I can handle it. I've been doing this for a while now."

"Handling it?" you echoed, incredulous. "You've barely been able to stay one step ahead of them. They've got advanced technology, Kenji. They're not just going to give up."

You remember the incidents with Gigantron, how KDF was willing to get rid of Ultraman, so as to obtain Emi. And for what reasons? To use a frikking baby to lead them to Kaiju Island—to massacre, for the mass murder of those misunderstood creatures.

Kenji sighed heavily, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of determination and fatigue. "I can't stop,” he said. “If I don't transform, people will die."

"I'm not asking you to stop," you said, your voice softening. "I'm asking you to be more careful—to consider the danger you're putting yourself in."

Kenji's jaw tightened and he looked away, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders, “I know you're worried about me. But I can't just sit back and do nothing."

"Then let me help," you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "We're a team, remember? You don't have to do this alone."

"I can't put you in danger, too,” he pulled away slightly, his expression hardening. “It's bad enough that I have to deal with this. I don't want you getting hurt because of me."

"Kenji," you said, your voice firm. "I'm already involved. Whether you like it or not, I'm in this with you. And I'm not just going to stand by and watch you risk your life without doing anything."

He shook his head, his frustration evident. "You don't understand,” he said. “If something happened to you... I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"And what about me?" You shot back, your eyes filling with tears. "Do you think I could live with myself if something happened to you, and I did nothing to stop it?"

There came a long silence.

He never asked for any of this—you know that firsthand. You didn’t want this either. Only a fool would want to throw away the peaceful life they had in LA, away from the chaos, the danger, and the constant fear of losing their beloved.

But when Emi came and when Kenji reconnected with his dad, you both understood. Ultraman is a vital element, the pinnacle of balance, the one that would keep the world in its equilibrium.

He who holds the scale holds the lives of many. He who carries the burden also carries fear. And with it, the sacrifices to ensure the collective safety of humanity.

Your tears spilled over, and you wiped them away angrily. "You're an idiot, Kenji,” you said. “A noble, self-sacrificing idiot. But I'm not going to let you do this alone. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to help you. And you're just going to have to deal with that."

"No. You don't get it,” Kenji's expression hardened again. “This isn't about what you want. It's about keeping you safe."

"And what if I don't want to be safe?” You demanded, your voice breaking. “What if I want to be there for you?"

"That's not your choice to make!" Kenji shouted, his frustration boiling over. "I can't lose you, (y/n)!”

"And I can't lose you either!" you screamed back. "Why can't you see that?"

Kenji's eyes flashed with anger. "You should have just stayed in LA!" he snapped, his voice cutting through the night. "You're becoming too nosy, and it's dangerous. I can't have you getting involved in this.”

You stared at him, stunned. Kenji never hurt you in any way, especially not physically. But the weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Without another word, you turned and stormed off, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn't look back, even as the tears blurred your vision.

Kenji stood to follow. But with the way you ran away, he knew you didn’t need him at the moment. Still, he worried for your safety. Quickly, he rode his motorcycle and followed you quietly from a distance to ensure you reached home safely.

Everything that unfolded hurt Kenji as much as it did you, if not more. This was the time he finally truly understood his father—why he let them move to LA, why he had to endure the pain of being separated—all because he wanted them safe.

Kenji loves you more than anything, more than you ever knew. He loved you enough to have the resolve to let you go if you finally wanted to be out of all this. You deserved the best, better than a complicated life with him.

When he had seen to it that you’re home safely, he stayed in front of your house a little longer, wanting to be there in case you needed him.

You knew what he was doing. You knew that he was following you. And you were grateful, truly grateful, that he didn’t let you be out here alone. He understood the space you needed and he respected it. This was just one of the infinite reasons you love him so much.

When you arrived home, you sat by the door, leaning on it as you let your tears flow freely down your cheeks. Kenji is a hero, and heroes need saving, too. You wanted to be the one to do that.

Little did you know, you were already doing so. You didn’t know how much you were saving him by being there for him. You have been doing so since day one—since meeting you in LA, losing his mom, coming back to Japan, raising Emi, and fully accepting his role as Ultraman.

Your eyelids became so heavy from all the tears that you didn’t notice that you’d drifted off to a nap. You were awakened by the sound of Kenji’s motorcycle engine as he started it.

You stood to take a peek through your window, careful not to let him see you. He looked your way one last time before driving off into the night.

When he was out of sight, you decided to head on over to your bed but before you could do so, you heard the mechanical sounds of drones.

Your eyes widened as you quickly looked back to see KDF’s drones heading in the direction Kenji went to. With a gasp, you hurriedly slammed the door open and ran out, forgetting about the identical watch you had with Kenji that was repeatedly beeping with an alert of a kaiju attack.

You ran as fast as you could, following the drones as you were sure that they were after Kenji. Suddenly, you heard familiar screams in the distance as the neighborhood awoke to a mundane scene of a kaiju attack.

You looked to your hand only to see an empty wrist. You groaned to yourself, of all the times you could forget it, why now?

Despite being unaware of what was happening or which kaiju was it this time, still you followed the drones. Upon turning the corner, you saw Kenji parking his motorcycle aside so he could transform.

However, this time, KDF came prepared. A squadron of heavily armed soldiers arrived, their weapons calibrated to disrupt his transformation sequence.

As the soldiers closed in on Kenji, one of them set up a cannon, aiming it directly at him. Realizing the gravity of the situation, you sprinted toward the scene, your heart pounding in your chest.

The targeting system locked onto Kenji's energy signature, and the barrel began to glow with a blue hue, signaling the impending shot. Just as the operator pulled the trigger, you threw yourself in front of Kenji.

The concentrated beam of energy hit you with full force, sending a searing pain through your body. You screamed as it disrupted your bio-energy field, causing immediate paralysis and intense agony. You collapsed to the ground, feeling your strength drain away.

The soldiers, momentarily stunned by your intervention, hesitated as Kenji caught you in his arms. "No, (y/n)!" Kenji's voice was filled with anguish as he held you close.

The effects of the cannon had taken their toll on you, but your selfless act had given Kenji the precious seconds he needed. He transformed into Ultraman with a flash of light, creating a barrier to protect you from further harm.

With the kaiju approaching the city, Ultraman's form loomed large, and the soldiers were forced to retreat, their weapons ineffective against his fully transformed state.

Although hesitant he had to make a heart-wrenching decision to choose between being your lover and being Ultraman.

He carried you as gently as he could. In the palm of his hand, your fragile body lay unconscious. He quickly ran back home where Mina awaited him.

Upon arriving, he carefully placed you in the bed Mina took out of the house. “Mina! Emergency analysis, please!” He begged. “Call my dad, do everything to save her! I’ll be back as soon as I can!”

With that, he dashed off to the scene of the kaiju attack. His mind was a mess as he fended it off as quickly as he could, even if it meant hurting it unintentionally, and even if it caused more infrastructural damage.

Ultraman’s heart pounded as he rushed home, the streets blurring past him in a haze of worry and exhaustion. As he reached the familiar door, he transformed back to his human form.

Kenji burst into the house. The scene before him made his heart ache even more. You lay unconscious on the couch, pale and still, with Mina and his father sitting beside you, their faces etched with concern.

Hayao looked up as his son entered. "Kenji," he said, his voice a mix of relief and sorrow. "You're back."

Kenji dropped to his knees beside you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "What happened? How is she?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Mina spoke up. “KDF used a new weapon, something we haven't seen before,” she started. “It emits a high-frequency pulse that disrupts the transformation process. When (y/n) threw herself in front of you, she took the full brunt of the attack."

Hayao nodded solemnly. "It's designed to incapacitate Ultraman before he can fully transform,” he said. “But on a human... it's much more dangerous. It's a miracle she's still alive."

Kenji's hands trembled as he held yours, his eyes never leaving your face. "Is there anything we can do?” He asked, tears racing their way out of his eyes. “Anything at all?"

"We've done what we can for now," Mina said softly. "She needs rest and time to recover. We'll monitor her closely. But Kenji... it's serious. The weapon has caused significant internal damage."

Hayao placed a reassuring hand on Kenji’s shoulder. "You did what you had to do, son. You saved countless lives tonight,” he said. “But we need to be prepared for what comes next. The KDF won't stop now that they know you're Ultraman."

Kenji nodded, his resolve hardening. "I'll protect her. I'll protect all of us,” he said through small sobs. “But right now... I need her to wake up. I need to know she's okay.”

As the night wore on, Kenji stayed by your side, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement. He thought about all the times you had supported him, how you had insisted on helping despite the danger. The argument from earlier seemed trivial now, overshadowed by the reality of your sacrifice.

"Please wake up," Kenji murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you. I should've protected you better."

The room was filled with the soft hum of medical equipment and Kenji’s quiet sobs that refused to give up on the person he cared about the most.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Kenji felt a slight movement in your hand. His heart leaped, and he leaned closer, his eyes searching your face for any sign of awakening.

"(Y/n)?" he whispered, his voice trembling with hope. "Can you hear me?"

Your eyelids fluttered, and a faint groan escaped your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking against the light. When you saw Kenji's worried face, a weak smile crossed your lips.

"Kenji..." you murmured, your voice barely audible. "You're okay..."

Kenji's eyes once again filled with tears as he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening, "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks to you. You saved me, (y/n)."

You tried to sit up, but pain shot through your body, and you winced. “What... what happened?” You asked.

Mina quickly intervened, gently pushing you back down with mechanical hands that protruded out of her spherical body. "Don't try to move too much,” she said. “You were hit by a weapon KDF used. It was meant for Ultraman, but you took the hit instead."

Hayao added, "You were incredibly brave, (y/n). You saved Kenji's life."

You looked at Kenji, your eyes filled with concern. "I couldn't let them hurt you,” you said softly. “I had to do something."

Kenji leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And I promise, I'll never let anything happen to you again,” he said, his tears falling down on your face.

The days that followed were a blur of pain, recovery, and quiet moments shared between you and Kenji. True to his word, he never left your side, his worry and guilt evident in every action he took to ensure your comfort and healing.

Each morning, you woke to the smell of freshly brewed tea and the sight of Kenji bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Despite his own exhaustion, he insisted on doing everything himself.

"Good morning," he greeted softly one morning, bringing a tray of food to your bedside. "How are you feeling today?"

You offered a weak smile, propping yourself up on the pillows. "A little better, I think,” you answered. “Thanks, Kenji."

He set the tray down carefully. "You need to eat,” he said. “You've got to get your strength back."

In the afternoons, when you felt strong enough, Kenji would help you sit up and move around. He'd guide you outside to the lawn, where the sun's warmth and the gentle breeze seemed to hasten your healing. He'd support you with a gentle but firm grip.

"I don't want you to overdo it," he'd say, worry etched on his brow. "Just take it slow."

As the days turned into weeks, your strength gradually returned. The pain lessened, and the color began to return to your cheeks.

The days of your recovery were not just about healing physically but also about rebuilding and strengthening the trust and love between you and Kenji.

You had faced danger and come out stronger, more united. With each passing day, you became more sure than ever that together, your love could overcome anything.

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[sickwhispers]

Wait... How did I get here?!!! Anyways while I'm here, the hc you made Abt dandy was very fun to read, can you make a part 2 pls 🥺

Hopefully you accept part 2 requests, btw you can jusr ignore this if you don't want to.

Hehe, hiii. Part 2 requests are completely allowed, don't worry. In fact, I'm flattered that you enjoyed it enough to request a part 2, so thank you for that!

THEY LOVE ME, THEY LOVE ME NOT (pt 2)

Pairing: Dandy x reader

Relationship: romantic (situationship again)

Warnings: I mightve made him yandere coded... woopsie, slightly sadistic

Type: headcanons + drabble

Surely now you understand why he had to do what he did

And, he can't help but find some sense of amusement in the way you nodded your head, eyes wide with a hint of fear behind their glossy look

He's sorry, he doesn't want to be mean

But... sometimes he thinks it's just a little cute how desperate you get when it comes to buying from his shop

"Nwah... I didn't even have to ask you this time! You must really like me, don't ya?" The smile on his face seemed to stretch as you tossed the last remaining tapes you had saved up during the last couple of floors. He never felt the need to ask you after every round anymore. At this point, he was certain you'd hand them over eventually.

He could tell you were nervous. The way your hands shook as you grabbed the medkit from his display of items. You were lucky, yknow. If it was anyone else, he'd only be giving them a couple gumballs and singular chocolate bars. But you? How could he keep all the best stuff hidden?

The others didn't understand him like you did. They had even tried asking you to distance yourself from him at some point. But, you'd never do that to him. He's your friend, and he has been ever since the beginning.

After seeing your reaction to his twisted form, he almost constantly felt the need to show it to you just one more time

To see the way your body froze, a deer in headlights and at the complete mercy of what you could only describe as a grotesque monster made of ichor

But, he also didn't want you to think of him as a monster

He found the way you shook in his presence cute, but that didn't mean he wanted you to shake every time you were in the same room together

Maybe, if he warmed you up to his twisted form more, you'd feel a bit less uncomfortable with the idea of letting him lay on you

Feeling you beneath him as he nuzzled against the top of your head, a claw of his tracing each line on your palm

Seeing you scared was fun, but he was always a fan of the domestic moments

Just having you by his side was enough to keep him happy, your constant presence bringing a comfort like no other

He was never sure why he felt this way

Honestly, the first time he felt it back when everything wasn't in total disaster, he had thought he'd caught some sort of sickness.

But no, he didn't, and it didn't take too long before he really found out why every time he saw you, his body seemed to tense

There was always a need to make you happy, to keep you smiling

So, despite the overwhelming sensation to bare his monstrous form just for you, he found himself opting to hold it back

For now, at least

Until your hands stopped shaking and your smile didn't hold some sort of strain behind its appearance

The glossy eyes were cute, but...

Only then would he try to get you used to the feeling of eyes boring into the back of your head every floor

He didn't want you to think of him like some sadist

Sure, he had some sadistic tendencies

But he's only joking!

No need to worry. He loves you. He'd never want to hurt you

Intentionally, that is

But, until the day he's able to show you the worst possible version of him without the fear of scaring you enough to leave forever

He's fine with pretending like he doesn't want you to shower him with all kinds of affection he could possibly think of

In both his toon form and twisted form

[mendeshoney]

if you're still interested writing from the drunken confession prompt can you pls do "I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." With barzy but with the reader being the drunken one pls 😭

3.) "I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." with Mathew Barzal

"What the hell, Sydney?" Mat practically barks out, his hands shooting forward so he can steady you when Sydney all but dumps you into his arms.

You're absolutely wasted.

And it's not even one in the afternoon.

Sydney rolls her eyes, and from behind her, Mat can see her husband and his teammate, Marty, rolling his own eyes at his wife's lack of coordination. "Will you relax? She's fiiiiine!"

At Sydney's tone, and your sudden lack off coordination, Mat frowns, tightening his grip to keep you upright. "You two said you were going for brunch."

His tone is slightly accusatory, and it makes you scrunch your nose up in dissatisfaction. "We did!" You all but whine, and Marty sighs from his doorway.

"They went to that one café with the bottomless mimosas." Marty explains, barely breaking a sweat as he helps to keep his wife standing.

"They were amaaazing!" Sydney gushes, and you giggle from within his embrace.

"Sooo delicious!" You agree, and Marty sighs.

"She's been fine since I picked her up," his teammate tells him, "No nausea or sickness or anything, but I brought her straight home before these two could start brunch hopping."

Mat nods, letting out a small breath as he glances down at you, an amused smile crossing his lips when he finds you already looking at him with those big, beautiful eyes of yours and a toothy grin.

"Thanks man," Mat says, quickly shaking his teammates hand before pointing a finger at his wife. "And you! No more brunch."

Sydney whines a little more as Marty drags his wife back towards their car. Mat shuts the door behind him, turning to you and laughing a little when he finds you're still looking at him with that same grin.

"How are you feeling, princess?" He asks softly, brushing some hair out of your face.

You shrug, eyelids blinking slowly at his face. "Fine," you say, then frown a little, "A bit dizzy, I think."

Mat frowns now too, carefully putting one arm behind your back and the other behind your knees before lifting you bridal style. "Let's get you some water then."

"Mkay," you say dismissively, humming quietly to yourself as Mat walks you both toward the kitchen. He can feel your eyes glued to his face as he goes, and he hides the smirk threatening to cross his face.

He places you on top of the kitchen island, careful as he steps back, and he sees you blink at him, smiling, before your eyes blow wide and then squeeze shut, your body swaying a little.

"Whoa there," he says, placing his hands on either side of your face, steadying you, watching as your eyes do that slow blinking thing again. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," you say, eyes still shut. "A little bit more dizzy."

"From me carrying you?" He assumes.

You try to shake your head, but Mat's hands keep you still. "Dunno baby."

"How many mimosas did you have?" He asks through a laugh, thumbs rubbing gently at your cheek bones.

"Can't count now, baby," you say, "trying not to be dizzy."

"I'm sorry princess," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I didn't mean to make it worse."

Your mouth opens like you're going to say something, but then it closes again, and your mouth forms a little pout, and he swears he can start to see tears beginning to coat your lashes.

He presses forward, hands still steady and holding your face. "Baby? What's wrong?"

"Too dizzy to open my eyes, room's spinning," your voice wobbles the way it does when you're about to start crying, and Mat can feel himself start to panic.

"Do you want water?" He asks, "I can get you water but I'd have to move to the sink."

"No, I don't want that." You pout more, and Mat's heart starts to fracture.

He presses another kiss to your forehead. "What do you want then?"

"Wanna look at your face."

It's quiet for a second, and then your words click in his head, and Mat starts to laugh. "What?"

"Wanna see you," you explain. "But I'm worried if I open my eyes, I won't be."

"Cause you're too dizzy?" He manages to ask through his chuckling.

You nod slowly, and then the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes start to disappear, and a small, pleased smile crosses your lips, posture straightening a little.

"I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." You declare happily.

It only makes him laugh more, and he presses his palms into your cheeks a little, delighting in the way they squish a little and your mouth exaggerates the pout that forms.

"Why do you want to see my face?" He asks playfully.

"S' pretty," you manage to say through the squish. "And I love it, love you."

"I love you too, princess." Mat punctuates his statement with a kiss to your squished up lips, then slowly lowers his hands from your face to your shoulders. "Now, how about that water? And some Advil. Definitely Advil."

[armpirate]

OMGG!!! The only one was so amazing just wanna say thank u again 💗

Also can u pls also make a part story of them when YN gets pregnet and jk reaction?!!! 😬 also have them smut like they say sex with while pregnet are more better than it was , idk how far its true but well its up to u how it will ended up , well dont mind my requset just do what u like, even if u didnt want its okay ✌

MASTERLIST

Full story

pairing: TheOnlyOne!JK x fem!reader || Mafia

w.c.: 3.6k

Warnings: mention of vomit, smut, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, voyeurism, female masturbation

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

The environment was too heavy. The loud voices around the table, the fake laughs, the momentary shouts to give more emphasis to what they were saying... and certainly the way your stomach felt like you had been rolling on yourself for hours didn't help. Your husband's hand never left your thigh under the table, aware of the way your frown was slightly furrowed and your lips twisted in disgust.

"Doll, are you okay?" Jungkook asked for the third time that night, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"Yeah, I don't know" you shook your head, gulping thick. "I think I might be getting sick or something. It's okay" you patted his hand, caressing the tattoos on his fingers.

Jungkook smiled, taking your answer before he laid a kiss on your exposed shoulder and joined one of the conversations back.

It was so weird.

For a few days, you had been feeling queasy, losing appetite over food you'd have lost your mind over months back, feeling dizzy at random moments of the day -especially in the morning. It was shocking how your stamina seemed to last less, to the point that you'd fall asleep in places you would've never thought of. It wasn't like being in the hotel was the most entertaining thing for you, but it certainly wasn't as boring for you to end up sleeping on Jungkook's desk while you worked on some documents.

As much as you had tried to find that little thing that might've made your stomach upset, and influenced the way your body was working, you couldn't find anything out of usual.

"Earth calling Y/n" Jin joked, bringing you back to the conversation. "Are we so boring for you to ignore us?" he he reproached, pointing at you with the fork.

"I don't even know why you're surprised. She married Jungkook, at the end of the day" you heard Yoongi tease him back, licking his lips before he gave a sip of his drink filled with wine.

Jungkook's grip on your thigh tightened, drawing your eyes on him just so you could assure him for the fourth time that night that you were okay. Your soft smile was all he needed to relax again, and move back to allow the waiters to serve the food in front of you.

You didn't know if it was the way the fish was cooked, but you felt disgusted by its odor as soon as the plate was settled ahead of you.

"Y/n, are you okay? You look a bit pale" dared to ask, giving you a concerned look.

"Yes, I'm okay. It's just..." the sentence was interrupted by a gag reflex that you managed to stop before it was too obvious. Although you could only hold on to the noise from it, because the uncomfortable feeling stayed there for a second until you felt your stomach preparing for the second one "I'm sorry".

The chair squeaking under you, at the sudden movement to drag it away from the table to run away from there, made everyone look up to you. Until then, most of the people around the oval table were minding their business, but you made sure that attention would fall on Jungkook after your dramatic exit.

There wasn't anything as distressing as feeling the bile going up your throat until you were forced to take it out, kneeling in front of a toilet in the nearest restroom to the private room you all were in. For a few seconds, you dealt with your bangs and some locks making their way in front of your face, while you tried to keep the balance, until someone else got in charge of them. You'd recognize that gentle touch anywhere else, as he picked the hair that was bothering you with one hand and comforted you with the other on your back.

One last gag, one last spit, and you thought you were done. Your breathing was a bit faster from the effort, your eyes felt teary and you didn't want to imagine how bad you probably looked at that moment.

He handed you some paper, so you could clean your mouth as he flushed the toilet and waited for you to recover. He was squatting next to you, giving you that worried look that you recognized. Only one dangerous word from you, and he'd be setting the whole place on fire.

"Don't give me those eyes" you warned him, sighing as you sat on the top of the toilet.

"What eyes?" his tone sounded exhausting, and his body language was giving away how frustrated he actually was when he tilted his head.

"The eyes of someone who's about to kill somebody"

"Good, because I want to kill somebody" he replied. "You've been feeling bad all night. Or, let's better say, you've done well at pretending you were fine until now" he clicked his tongue. "What did you eat? Did you drink or eat something out of home? Did any of the food you ate this week taste weird?" he started asking, placing a hand subtly on your knee.

"I promise I'm okay" you insisted.

But that sentence most probably translated into something else in his brain. Jungkook stood up, extending his hand in front of you to help you get up.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the place where you were sitting, feeling his fingers intertwining yours as he walked you outside. But instead of turning left to go back to the private area, he turned right, walking towards the exit. "Jungkook, the dinner..." you tried to stop him.

"Fuck the dinner" he huffed, "I'm taking you to the hospital".

It didn't matter how many times you insisted you were okay, his paranoia was winning the argument against you, and the slightest chance of you being poisoned some time in the week made all of his alarms blast at full volume in his head.

Jungkook insisted on you getting checked the first time you fell asleep next to him during one of the meetings. The next time was when you tripped on your feet when you went dizzy for a second. And that night was the last straw he needed to put a stop to your stubbornness.

You hated hospitals. The smell, the feeling of never being okay... you just couldn't stand being in those places. And the fact that you were dragged to one had you fuming all the way there, even if Jungkook tried to convince you that it was something you needed. It didn't matter how hard you wanted to stay mad, one look into his sparkly rounded eyes as he whispered that he'd feel relieved if he saw everything was okay and you were fumbled.

The doctor's first words after you got your tests done got you and Jungkook looking at each other, confused.

"When was the last time you had your period?" he asked, looking at you over his pasty squared glasses.

You pressed your lips together, trying to remember, and realizing you should've had your period two weeks back. It wasn't like your period was regular, but you never had delays of more than a week.

"A month ago" you whispered, with your voice lowering with every letter you pronounced.

"Everything is fine with your body, mrs. Jeon" he scoffed. "Really fine, actually".

As he handed you the papers with all of the results, you were sure your knowledge in Korean was deceiving you, inviting Jungkook to read them himself when he was aware of the shocked expression on your face.

"Positive" he whispered.

"Hmm. Yeah, it seems like that food that didn't sit well is actually a baby" the doctor joked. "Congratulations" he celebrated for the two of you, "or I'm sorry, I don't know".

You walked out first, bowing to him as you tried your best to walk on those heels when you were barely able to keep up with the weight of your own body. Jungkook read the results as he walked behind you, unbelieving of what his eyes were seeing.

"Y/n" he called you.

The tears in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks as you turned to him, being the only way to make that pressure on your chest feel a bit lighter. He hugged you tight, wrapping his arms around your body while you held onto his waist and hid your face on his chest.

"Shh" he tried to calm you down, moving his fingers through your locks.

"I'm pregnant" you whispered within hiccups. "We're going to have a kid".

If it weren't because, after three years of marriage, he knew you so well, he'd have thought that was bad news for you. Jungkook smiled against your temple, hugging you tighter and encouraging you to sob a bit louder.

Getting pregnant was an idea you got rid from throughout the years, it stopped being a topic of discussion between you two after several arguments where you felt insecure and undeserving of him, while he fought to show you the opposite. You had gone through different therapies, only to end up with the same disappointment every time. So seeing that "Positive" in your results was the closest you had ever been to witnessing a miracle.

"We're pregnant" you moved back, repeating it while looking him in the eyes.

"I know" Jungkook nodded, moving the locks away from your face and wiping the tears away as he stared into your bright eyes.

He had known you for quite some time, but he swore he hadn't seen the way his universe reflected in your eyes as clearly as it did that night.

You were lying in the middle of your bed, looking up at him as he joined you in your bedroom after taking a shower and changing his suit for some comfortable clothes. You managed to deal with some of the shared responsibility that came along with Bangtan, until your belly started to grow enough to make it impossible for you to barely move. For your safety, and his mental peace, Jungkook came up with the idea of you staying at home -with him only leaving whenever he was actually needed somewhere. But, most of the time, it was Jungkook orbiting around you and pleasing your needs before you could even be vocal about them.

That day, he had to take a morning trip to Seoul, forcing him to spend most of his day outside -which translated in him being present through texts or video calls several times throughout the day, until he managed to go back home.

He sat behind you, extending his legs around your hips so you were almost trapped in his body when his chest rested on your back and his chin on your shoulder.

"How are my two precious treasures doing?" his voice sounded muffled against your skin, with the vibrations tickling on your skin and making your body squirm with a giggle.

"Treasure number one is okay" you assured about yourself, "While treasure number two keeps making it clear he wants to be as a restless ass as his father" you joked.

"That's my boy" he cheered, receiving a playful jab on his stomach from you.

Still smiling, Jungkook leaned to kiss the curve of your shoulder over one of his oversized t-shirt, slowly moving up to your neck. You know he didn't do it with any intention of taking it further, they were more like caring pecks, but your body reacted to them as if he had dug through one of the most erogenous corners in your body.

"What?" he inquired, looking at you over your shoulder.

"Nothing" you tried to shrug it off, caressing his hands that almost covered your whole belly.

"Is it because I did..." he gave another kiss, making sure his lips would be in contact with your skin as he reached the collar of his t-shirt "this?".

"Kook" you warned him.

You didn't know if it were going crazy, or if it was because Jungkook had barely touched you that way ever since the belly started growing a significant amount, that made him be concerned of the slightest move you could make -which translated in more than two months going no further than some make out sessions that always left you over the edge. And while you appreciated how caring he was, it was driving you insane the distance he set for you two.

"Don't start something you won't finish" you asked him, tilting your head.

"Hmm, who said I won't finish it?" he challenged, rubbing his lips over the arch of your ear. After dropping a kiss on the sensitive skin behind it, he whispered "I know I said I would try to keep my hands to myself, but I can't do it anymore".

He moved his legs under yours, hooking your knees with his to pull them apart.

"How bad do you want me?" you teased, encouraged by the way his hands advanced over your inner thighs at a slow pace.

"Well, you have no idea of the many times I've ended up jerking off in the bathroom after seeing you naked, I think that should...".

A loud chuckle interrupted him, having you pushing him and kicking his arm "It'd have been enough just saying that you want me bad".

"I want you so bad, baby" he purred against your lips.

Shutting the moan that was coming out of your mouth at the sudden touch of his cold fingers with your folds, Jungkook linked your lips together. Your hips reacted automatically to his touch, grinding against his digits when they found their way to your clit, and that gentle rub made you ascend to the seventh heaven, squirming at every small touch he was giving you. Thatconstant sway of hips was also pushing him to the limit, feeling your ass pressing against his hard dick every time you tried to reach for tighter fictions against his fingerprints.

"You're so wet" he mumbled against your lips, tracing your lips with his tongue before he kissed you again. "How did I even think going without fucking you for months?".

"Because you're a dumbass" you gasped, back arching at the sudden throb in your core.

"Are you going to cum so fast?" his mocking tone only added fuel to the fire that was starting in your lower stomach, and that had you pulling the sheets underneath your feet away.

"Kook, please" the barely powerful fear of him leaving you hanging had you begging before you had to, making him scoff.

"I got you, babe" he assured, lowering his left hand from your neck to one of your breasts, softly pressing the palm of his hands against the hard nipple. "Cum for me, hmm? Get yourself ready, because you'll be coming on my cock next".

His lewd words were the final push you needed to let yourself go, embracing that desperate feeling that you were craving so much for the past few weeks, losing any type of control all over your body and letting the pleasure speak by itself when your back arched against his chest in sync with a whine.

You still thought Jungkook was messing with you, and that he'd help you clean yourself and change clothes as he helped you stand up and started undressing you. But his fingers moved over your skin as if he wanted to set you on fire again, rubbing the reverse of his digits every time he tried to pull one of the fabrics away.

"We'll be careful" his eyes looked deep into yours, as if he were promising his reflection that you'd both take it easy, rather than you. "We don't want to hurt Ujin".

You had many questions, started by that name, but you thought it was something to discuss later and keep the focus on what you two wanted to do.

Jungkook guided you back towards the bed, helping you move over the mattress until you laid on your side. He joined next to you right after, pinching your chin and kissing your forehead before he moved your legs over hip.

He had been deep diving for too long on the Internet about what were the safest sex positions, afraid that the moment of you two being unable to hold back your needs came.

Your pussy clenched at the first feeling of his tip against your folds, feeling your clit throb only at the idea of being stretched out by him again.

"If it hurts, or if it bothers you, I'll stop" he squeezed the skin under your chin, warning you.

Your lip was trapped under your upper teeth as he slowly rammed into you, stretching your walls inch by inch until you two were linked together completely, announcing it with a heavy gasp. Jungkook warned you with his eyes, announcing his movements before you nodded.

Feeling him go all the way out, to pound back into you as slowly had to be one of the most erotic thoughts you had ever felt, feeling all the hairs in your body raise whenever his tip teased its way out to then rub against the deepest spot it could reach in your guts.

His thumb kept tracing circles on your skin, holding you by your knees while his other hand was holding the curve on your neck softly, assuring himself that you were comfortable in that position, while you sneaked yours at the top of his head, playing with his hair as you felt the pleasure building up, closer to blow at any moment as his thrust sped up.

"Does it feel good?" his voice sounded raspy, yet he gave you such a gentle look that made your pussy and your heart throb at the same time.

"Yes, don't stop" you begged, pressing your palm against your clit.

"I missed so much how warm you feel around me, doll" Jungkook moaned, moving his head back for a moment before his eyes were back on yours. "You always take me so good".

With a more firm grip on your neck, he made sure your body didn't bounce too harshly for you to end up hurt, controlling the power of his thrusts. Changing the angle of his hips, he moved at the same steady pace, rubbing his tip against one particular spot that made your toes instantly curl.

You wouldn't last too long.

The touch of his hands, the sound of his groans and moans, and how his dick stretched out so well had you gripping the pillow cover beneath his head. And Jungkook loved that look on your face, that particular expression you made when you were ready to give him the world and everything he could ask for, too drunk in pleasure to think straight, giving you a tiny glimpse of how he felt around you every single day since he met you.

Your walls took him in, clenching around his length tight as if you didn't want him to leave ever again, at the same time your eyes rolled to the back and your jaw clenched with a prolonged moan. He went right after you, spilling his seed deep inside your cunt, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

As you two recovered, Jungkook stayed hugged to you, playing with your hair and smiling among shaky breaths.

"If you take so long to lay a hand on me ever again, I'll file for divorce" you joked, with a daydreaming smile curving on your face.

That wasn't what you were screaming when you two bursted inside the emergency room in the hospital, to later be dragged on a wheel chair to your room. In fact, you kept screaming how you wouldn't allow him to lay a hand on you ever again, or how unfair it was that you were the only one going through all the pain while all he did was stand there. You kept squirming once you were moved to a bed, groaning and whining at the intense pain in your lower stomach that was only preparing you for the pain you'd end up going through once Ujin decided to step into the real world and stop living peacefully inside of you.

Although it all lost sense, it all didn't matter, it was as if that pain had only been a nightmare when the nurse wrapped your baby in a towel and handed it to you, followed up close by his protective father's gaze until he was lying in your arms.

You remembered the way you cried when you were first told you were pregnant, and how you got so emotional whenever you saw him moving through that tiny television next to you, but it still didn't feel real. All those months you didn't get your hopes up, you didn't believe it'd end up with you holding your baby tight against your chest, while Jungkook snaked a hand behind your neck and his palm gently covered Ujin's head.

"His hands are so tiny" you sobbed, moving your index finger over his tiny hand. "He's so tiny".

"You made it, babe" Jungkook kissed the top of your head.

"We made it" you rubbed your head against his cheek, unable to control the tears from falling down at how full you were feeling in that particular moment.

The nurse smiled at you, standing at one side of your bed before asking "Do you know how you will name him?"

Jungkook looked down at you, receiving a proud smile before you took a breath and answered: "Our little blessing, Ujin".

[aggro-my-beloved]

Long In The Tooth (LaskoxDear)

note: happy soulmate september! my heart’s probably still beating out of my chest with excitement when you’re reading this. brb, i’m off to listen to the milo panic attack audio but interact with this if you wanna (pretty pls) summary: *aging stops at 18 until you meet your soulmate* [lasko’s been eighteen for six years now, and frankly, he’s becoming sick of playing a juvenile. what makes his endeavor for a soulmate even more bewildering? they’re one of his students.] pairing(s): LaskoxDear (romantic), GavinxFreelancer (romantic), LaskoxDamien (non-platonic?) warning(s): none word count: 3k estimated reading time: 12 mins

taglist: @ther3alsweetheart @darlin-collins @professionallyyappinabtangst @elles-roses

“SO BE LOOKING FOR AN EMAIL FROM ME f-for your class schedule. Again, I'm sorry about not having a…physical copy on hand.” Lasko combs a clammy hand through his disheveled hair, sparing a discreet glance at his leather satchel lying by his feet. It defends an entire ream of charred papers, originally for the pool of students that Lasko has been bestowed the responsibility of meeting today, but instead, it mocks him. “My printer ran out of ink.”

His run-in with the stubborn fire elemental without patience for one's troubleshooting of his agenda went worse than the guidance counselor envisioned—a surprise to Lasko, who always depicts the worst scenarios before plunging head-first into any social situation. Guess what Freelancer said was true: you think better on your feet than in the air, he reflects. 

“No worries. It’d be my luck,” The student laughs awkwardly, silently inviting Lasko to muster one of his own. 

“Well, before I send you off, do you have my questions for me?” His hands press onto the thick desktop glass, shielding the wood. One spilled cup of coffee too many, and a sputtering request to the Dean was all it took to gain that.

“I do have one.” Lasko’s heart begins thumping uncontrollably, and he thanks every deity above that the water elemental is also not an experienced telepath. What will they ask me? Maybe they want to pick my brain about the theory of shade resurgence. How much research have they done on me as an alumnus? Perhaps they find me unfit to be a counselor and a professor, being human-reared. They don't think I have the history, nor the fundamental teachings from my unempowered parents. Oh, who are you kidding Lasko? They’re probably wanting to know which food from the cafeteria won’t give someone massive—

“You look a little young to be a counselor, don’t you?” As if intrigued by their curiosity, the student creeps forward in the armchair sat opposite Lasko’s, and finds respite for their folded arms on the mahogany desk between them. Before Lasko’s lips could part, the pupil emits a gasp at their presumption. “I’m so sorry, please take that as a compliment. Your soulmate must be lucky to have someone with such a…youthful glow.” The excruciating cringe on their face is palpable (and noticeably lacking age lines), but Lasko revels in the sight of it. For once, he is not the one digging a grave mid-conversation. 

He could only muster a chuckle, eyes settling on his chewed-down fingernails and fidgeting knuckles—the only visible skin on his body that had wrinkles. This presumption is one he’s been unwillingly catering to for his past six years under the university, and his answer, like his relationship status, is unchanging. 

He offers a modest shrug. “Y-yeah, counselor, and professor. B-but you…you’re not wrong. I only look this young because I haven’t met mine yet—soulmate, I mean.” The pinch on the bridge of his nose from his glasses feels abnormally tight as he gauges the student’s reaction. A curious raise of the brow, slow nod—awed. And rightfully so, with how capable and convenient the modern age has made it to scout for one’s “better half.” Apps and chat rooms galore in addition to personal soulmate seekers (a bunch of glorified PIs with hopeless romantic tendencies, as Lasko refers to them) for hire. These things leave a person little reason to go more than a year after eighteen with no celebrated crow'sfeet or growing pains. People think he’s inept or simply non-committal. Lasko considers himself stodgy for yearning to encounter his soulmate organically.

“Well, if it’s any reassurance, you aren’t the only one.” They don’t elaborate, and Lasko doesn’t pry. He remains seated, silently watching them wrangle each strap of their backpack over their shoulders. “Thank you again for the chat, Mr. Moore.” 

“Ah, just Lasko is fine. I’m not near old enough for all that 'mister' stuff.” At least, I don’t look like it, he tacks on mentally.

“Right. I guess I’ll see you around then.” 

He clarifies, “Monday at ten,” which earns him a tilted head. “For DAMN 101, which should be on the schedule that I'llemail you.” A small, upward twitch of their lips leaves Lasko satisfied with the conversation but prepared for the tens of other students who will receive the same news. 

“I can’t wait.” 

He hopes for his sake that the rest are as understanding as this one. 

“Well well, professor, how was orientation today?” Had the man still not reeked of liquid smoke and sweat from his earlier encounter with the fire elemental, or suffered from cramping fingers and aching wrists from the barrage of emails he sent out today, Lasko’s answer may not have been so curt. 

A trace of a scowl lingered in his voice, “Not in the mood, Gav.” At the evil hiss of his name, the demon transferred his gaze from the television to the strung-out university employee entering the den. Lasko makes a show of shrugging off his blazer and settling his fatigued body into the armchair perpendicular to the sectional Gavin and his soulmate were occupying. His roommate proceeds to turn his attention to him, chorting sarcastically, “Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?” Freelancer takes the opportunity to bury their face in the bared crook of Gavin’s neck, releasing a languid sigh of contentment. 

Lasko strives to obscure his frown, but the envy boiling in the depths of his stomach wins while the muscles of his jaw tighten. “Some fire elemental with serious anger issues almost sent me up in flames with my office, destroyed all of my paperwork, and cost me two and a half hours of emailing students their schedules and trying not to sound passive-aggressive. Do you realize how hard it is to type ‘Please see attached for your semester schedule. Thank you.’ without sounding like the biggest assho–”

Amidst his rant, Freelancer’s head pops up from the den between Gavin’s neck and collarbone. “You met Damien?” 

The question Lasko volleys is an answer in itself. “You know him?” Wide eyes with a visible twitch urge Freelancer to dig through the sofa cushions for their phone. 

“Yeah, he texted me earlier. A whole string of back-to-back messages about some university nobody screwing him over with his schedule. I didn’t think anything of it until…” They purse their lips. Lasko watches his friends’ eyes soaking in his appearance–blackened shirt cuffs, tousled tendrils of hair, and all. Should Lasko be expecting some vengeful threat? A stolen personal belonging replaced with a ransom note? A dead sprite in a wrapped box outside his office door? 

“How mad was he?” He scrubs his hands against his face, hoping to wipe the day away with his sour expression. 

“I wouldn’t check your Rate My Professor anytime soon.” Lasko throws his head back in defeat. Tarnishing his paperwork and his reputation in a single day? The ransom note wasn’t looking as unfavorable in comparison. 

“I thought it’d be water that didn’t get along with fire,” Gavin muses with a smirk. Lasko’s mind trails away from the soot-stained carpet of his office to the friendly water elemental he had the pleasure of speaking with earlier. Their curious nature and self-loathing sense of humor is something Lasko would have never considered himself attracted to, seeing as Gavin’s unyielding confidence and inflated ego always put his stomach through a spin cycle. 

A sharp inhale from Freelancer resounds through the house. “Oh my goodness, Lasko!” Instantly, he was patting down his body, checking his pulse, and looking around for the nearest mirror. He already knew he looked like shit, what was the big deal? 

“What, what is it?” Still, he turned his head every which way expecting a large bug or “kick me” sign on his back from Damien—perhaps the earlier onslaught of flames was merely a distraction. Or, the man’s just paranoid, per usual. 

“You have smile lines!” As if imitating a mirror, Freelancer offers a ballooning grin of their own, presenting the faint creases surrounding their lips to him. “You thought you could meet your soulmate and just not tell us?” They motion excitedly between themselves and Gavin, who was absorbing the scene before him. 

“I-I didn’t though, did I?” Did he? He thinks back to all of the students he spoke with earlier in the day, Damien included. A shiver courses down his spine at the thought—he’s always heard the saying ‘opposites attract’ but having a soulmate who wanted to momentarily kill him seems like a stretch. Having a soulmate be one of the many bodies in his class is equally as horrific, but—as he now recognizes—a possibility. “Holy shit, I-I met my soulmate.” 

Gavin inquires after a few seconds, “Who are they?” 

Lasko's head darts up, donning a veil of “oh fuck” on his visage. “I have no idea.” 

Much to Gavin’s chagrin and Freelancer’s enthusiasm, the couple agreed to aid him in compiling a list of the students he’d met in the last twenty-four hours, and omitting the ones who’ve been blessed to find their other half, according to Freelancer’s in-depth “research” when inputting their names online. 

“Sami Tryst is in my Thursday lab! They’ve got an engagement ring, though.” 

“Hudson Lang won a medal in the E&E games last year. He thanked his partner in his acceptance speech.” 

“Jacquelyn Gardner?” Freelancer snorts with a shaking head. “Definitely not your type.” 

Lasko’s head hinges up from the sheet of paper he was eyeing—scrawled with names, and taken straight out of Freelancer’s DAMN 101 notebook. With furrowed brows and an insulted scowl, he beckons “How would you know?”

“She has an eyebrow slit and ‘grade-a carpet muncher’ written in her Instagram bio next to her girlfriend’s name. You really wanna try competing with that, professor?” Lasko stays quiet, even through the contagious mixture of laughs flying around the room from the couple. 

He finally mutters, “Whatever”, and is nonetheless satisfied with a name being crossed off of the list. Four hours and one order from Max’s Rustic Pizza later, the trio is splayed across the living room carpet. Three names remain uncrossed on the sheet, staring back at them tauntingly. 

“Wait, you forgot about Damien.” Freelancer reminds Lasko with a small nudge. Not that he needed the reminder, but a small part of him was hopeful that leaving him off of the list would rule out the chance of them being soulmates entirely. His hands are reluctant when grabbing the pen set beside him, but are deft when writing the fire elemental’s first name below the rest. A last resort. 

“This is-it’s so…so stupid! I mean, aren’t you s-supposed to feel something when you first meet your soulmate? Like, I don’t…I don’t know, butterflies in your stomach or-or, or lightheaded?” Lasko exasperates, tossing the paper aside. It flutters to the ground and lands face-down on the carpet. 

“My jeans felt a little tighter when I met you, deviant.” Gavin’s admission is not lost on Freelancer or Lasko. The professor shields his face from the luminous ceiling fan whirling above him, both his arms locked over his eyes. As he does this, he jerks up and emits a harsh grunt.

“Agh, my neck. What the hell?” He sits up to allow his fingers to assess the tight skin. The invisible knot is yanked once more when he tilts his head too far to the left. “Ow!”

In unison, Gavin and Freelancer are quick to diagnose it. “Growing pain.” Freelancer adds with a fond smile, “It means they’re thinking of you.” 

His head snaps towards them excitedly, and this time, he grits his teeth and bears the stiffening of his muscles. “That’s it! I know exactly how to find them.” An accomplished smile overcomes his face. Complemented by his bloodshot eyes, something unsettling brews in the pits of Freelancer’s stomach. 

“Okay, can you stop looking at me like that now? It’s creepy.” 

“I would, but I don’t think I can move my neck anymore…” 

The awkward quiet grows thicker with every student that files into Lasko’s classroom the following Monday morning, broken occasionally by a squeaking chair or thump of a bookbag colliding with the floor. He studied the roll call list the entire weekend like he was presenting a dissertation, but now that he had reached the time to present, only four names were on his mind. 

“G-g-good morning every-everybody. My-my n-name is Lasko Moore, and I’ll be your professor for DAMN 101 this semester. Don’t think of this as a refresher course of things you may have learned in past institutions, b-but an opportunity to gain knowledge of…of Dahlia’s magical entities, specifically.” He’s afraid if he breathes too deeply, the hefty silence will suffocate him. “Now, I-I’m aware it's a bit—it’s a bit rudimentary to take attendance, but this is only for me to become acquainted with all of you. I’ll only do this for the first few classes until I’m comfortable putting names to faces.” 

The professor wastes no time going down the list. Each name he uttered–even ones that had been crossed off from the list–he let settle into the silence while concentrating his thoughts specifically on that person. It is the most foolish theory he's tested in a while, but he is desperate to know who could complete him so marvelously, and remain so subtle about the fact. The further down the list he goes, the tighter his airway constricts when he sees no visible flinch or sign of pain from any of his students. 

Hesitantly, he chokes out the next name on the sheet.

“Damien Rhone.” He looks up to find no hand raised, nor the rest of Damien’s body. Seconds tick by without a response, and Lasko feels even more on edge due to the lack of his presence. If the names that follow elicit no reaction from any of the students, either his “fool-proof” plan would be marked a failure, or he’d have to settle with the fact that he and his soulmate wouldn’t have the cutest “how we met” story amongst his friends. There’s a lot that can beat a late-night run into seven-eleven, but almost going up in flames might have to take second place. 

As he feared, the last name on the list gets crossed off when he marks the student present (and taken) judging by the early age spots marking their skin. He huffs but doesn’t make his agitation any more visible. After all, he is at work and his soulmate…who knows where they are. Hosting this lecture felt more taxing than all the others he’s taught within the last six years at the university. Discussing DAMN’s cornerstone neighborhoods for different magical beings is something he merely cites, amid his daydreams of arriving home to a relaxing cup of tea and a lengthy video essay to put him to sleep on his couch. The thought became so enticing, that he cut the class short by a whole twenty minutes and sent each departing student with instructions to acclimate to the university campus. While shoveling manilla folders and stray pens into his bag, he gets interrupted by a tap against his shoulder. 

“Excuse me, Lasko?” He cranes his neck at the voice, dripping anxiety. They offer their name and elaborate when Lasko furrows his brows. He swears he can feel a crease in between them that wasn’t there last night. “We met yesterday. I made a fool of myself, and then you said you’d email me my schedule. You never called my name when you were taking attendance, though. This is DAMN 101, right?” 

Lasko recalls their conversation vividly. He was post-adrenaline rush and flustered as all hell, but somehow their blunders were enough to take the edge off of him and his “broken printer”. Now, he studies the crease between their eyebrows. It wasn’t there when they met originally when they inquired about his age and backpedaled into embarrassment trying to fix their mistake. “Yes, it is. And  I’m so sorry for leaving you off the roll call sheet, I’m not sure what happened.” 

Halfway through their understanding nod, they emit a wince and introduce the nape of their neck to their hand. “I-it’sokay, I just wanted to double-check.” Lasko tilts his head, blue eyes turning into twinning seas of concern. 

“Are you feeling alright, dear?” 

“I think I may have slept wrong.”

“What are the chances of it being a growing pain?” Lasko voices his internal demand, throwing caution to the wind, as it were. 

“I’d say fat chance because I don’t have a…” They lock eyes with the man before them. Sleeves buttoned to elbows and crooked frames and smile lines. Crow’s feet decorated his orbital rims like fireworks and the creases of his hands mimicked scored clay. “Oh.” 

“That's about the reaction I was expecting.” 

“I’m sorry, but to be fair, this is new to both of us. Tomorrow I might wake up beside you but I’ll have gray hairs sticking out. Nobody prepares you for that kind of stuff.” Was this a rejection disguised in a prophecy? Lasko will have to hand it to them, it’s one of the more poetic ways to turn someone down.

“If-if y-you’d like to wait b-before we j-jump into…jump into anything, that’s fine. I just, I uh…I just wanted to find you. So bad.” 

“What? No, of course, I want this! I want you—I mean…this is just a lot to take in. Aren’t you supposed to feel something when you meet the person? Like increasing body temperature or…” They carry on rambling, with Lasko admiring no more than a foot away. A fond smile adorns his face, pink lips settled high on his cheeks and draped like a streamer. 

He had found them. 

“Excuse me, Professor Moore?” A panting voice interrupts their discovery as the two watch a student barreling toward Lasko with clear desperation. “I’m so sorry about being late. Did I miss anything important?” His eyes flutter around the room, finding all of the seats bare. “Where the hell is everyone?” 

“Hey, Dames! Meet my soulmate, Lasko. Lasko, this is Damien, my stepbrother.” 

“Soulmate!”

“S-stepbrother?”

soulmate september schedule | main masterlist | abt author

[alastorsbookie10228]

HIII :)) i saw ur post saying that u wanted requests yk for fics, and i have one:)

i'm currently sick rn and i feel so freaking bad i'm fr dying 😭 like everything hurts omgg and i was hoping for like a sick comfort fic from specifically angel dust since he's my fav hazbin character i love him sm he's so pretty oh my goodness 😭❤️

but yeah, if ur okay with writing that can u pls?? thank u so so much and i read some of your work and OH MY GOODNESS YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER!!! like ahhhhh! but yeah. and if u can can u pls make it gender neutral?? if not then u can js make it wtv ur comfortable with:) thank you ! :)

Fluffy comfort

Angel Dust x sick!gn!reader

(omg stop ur so sweet ahhh!!! i'm so happy ppl read my work!!!)

the hotel was awfully quiet this afternoon...a little too quiet. a bored Angel Dust sat at Husk's bar, head held in his upper set of hands as he sighed for the 100th time that hour.

"just go check on reader, Angel. we're all worried, but i'm sure they're okay!" Charlie said and placed a hand on Angel's shoulder. a 101st sigh left Angel's mouth as he stood up.

"yeah, you're right. i'll go check on 'em."

with that, Angel was ascending the stairs.

you were curled up in a mess of blankets with a warm Fat Nuggets in your arms. you coughed for what felt like the trillionth time that day and threw another dirty tissue into the trash bin by Angel's vanity. a cold chill ran through your body as you shook slightly, curling more into the fetal position and snuggling Fat Nuggets more, which didn't seem like an issue to the snoring pig.

a knock was heard at the door. "hey baby, it's me, Angel." you heard, responding with a raspy groan, worsening the condition of your already raw throat. you heard the door creak open and saw the line of light from the door, contrasted with the tall shadow of the spider demon.

"oh, toots...what happened, baby?" Angel walked over to you and placed his hand against your forehead. "christ, you're practically on fire! hold on, let me get you a cold rag and some soup!" Angel quickly rushed off, leaving you a trembling mess and clutching onto the snuggly pig.

minutes later, Niffty swung the door open, still latched onto the knob as it swung open with no intentions of letting go. Angel walked in with a tray of food and a sorrowful look in his eyes.

"don't worry, baby. i'll take care o' ya!" Angel sat on the bed beside you and put the cool rag on your forehead. he sat you up and helped you eat your soup and drink your tea, smiling softly when you thanked him.

"it's no problem, sugar. Angie's gonna tend to ya no matter what." Angel smiled and laid down beside you, pulling you onto him and running his hands up and down your back.

"sleep, baby. i won't go no where. promise."

and you drifted off.

and what are the odds that you get to return the favor the next day because you woke up rejuvenated while Angel woke up with a fever of 104ºF and a raw throat.

[delusionalwriter02]

omg pls pls these insta series you do.. can you do a yuta okkotsu one from jjk please? this is my first time doing an ask so im not sure if im doing this right but i love ur stuff !! have a nice day! <3

Insta as Yuta's GF

a/n : Hello love! Thank you so much for your request, and I promise you did it right! Thank you for your lovely words, hope you'll like it<3

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Yn_ : on our way to Maki's birthday!!!

Maki_yum : you're 2 hours late, WHAT DID YOU DO ???

↳ Yn_ : I'M SORRY LOVE we kinda lost track of time

↳ Maki_yum : I repeat, WHAT did you do

↳ Yn_ : I prefer not to say

↳ Maki_yum : omg please stop if it's what I think it is, I don't want to hear more

↳ Yuuuta : We brought gifts

↳ Maki_yum : I hope you did

↳ Yn_ : yk I would never let you down

↳ Maki_yum : hurry up, Yuji is getting drunk and I swear you don't want to miss that

↳ Yn_ : I'LL TELL THE TAXI TO GO FASTER

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Yn_ : my other half @.Maki_yum

Maki_yum : even if you do stupid things, I love you with my whole heart

↳ InuMAKI : @.Yuuuta man she's trying to steal your girl

↳ Yuuuta : no they're just bestfriends

↳ InuMAKI : my spidersense is telling me otherwise

↳ Yn_ : well go fix it

↳ Maki_yum : why do you ALWAYS have to make it strange ? we're best friends of course we tell each other I love you

↳ InuMAKI : well I don't say that to my FRIENDS

↳ Maki_yum : MAYBE YOU SHOULD it'll make them feel actually appreciated

↳ InuMAKI : you don't feel appreciated ???????

↳ Maki_yum : SOMETIMES it's nice to hear it

↳ InuMAKI : I love you Maki

↳ Maki_yum : ....... don't do it again, from you it feels strange

↳ InuMAKI : OMG FUCCK OFFFF

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Yuuuta : love her until my last breath

Yn_ : MY LOVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

↳ Yuuuta : me too dear

↳ Satoru_thegoat : isn't it romantic

↳ Yn_ : what's your problem ?

↳ Satoru_thegoat : why so agressive ? I made a compliment

↳ Geto_OG : well in her defense, your compliment are often sarcastic

↳ Satoru_thegoat : WHAT ?? I'm never sarcastic

↳ Geto_OG : ...

↳ Satoru_thegoat : OKAY SOMETIMES I AM but right now, I'm not

YujiandSukuna : couple goal

↳ Yn_ : you make me blush

↳ InuMAKI : @.Yuuuta WHAT DID I TELL YOU ??? SHE'S CHEATING

↳ Yn_ : OMG WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP ??? WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO BE CHEATING THAT MUCH HUH ? ARE YOU JEALOUS OR WHAT

↳ Yuuuta : Dear calm down, Inumaki is just joking

↳ InuMAKI : no i'm not

↳ Yn_ : SEE ? HE WANTS MY PLACE

↳ InuMAKI : I am NOT JEALOUS

↳ Yn_ : oh you so are

↳ InuMAKI : I'M SO SICK OF YOU

↳ Yn_ : THEN BLOCK ME AND STOP BEING SO ANNOYING

↳ InuMAKI : YOU AIN'T GIVING ME ORDER

↳ Yuuuta : no but she got a point, Toge why are you so agressive towards her ?

↳ InuMAKI : i'm not agressive

↳ Maki_yum : yes you are

↳ InuMAKI : you're ALWAYS W HER, WE DON'T SEE EACH OTHER ANYMORE

↳ Yn_ : YOU'RE JEALOUS

↳ InuMAKI : OK I AM BUT I WAS HIS BEST FRIEND BEFORE YOU WERE HIS GIRLFRIEND

↳ Yn_ : you know you could have just talked to us ? tell Yuta you miss him instead of being mean

↳ InuMAKI : i'm sorry

↳ Yuuuta : well seems like peace is back

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Maki_yum : It was more peaceful when they weren't friends @.Yn_ @.InuMAKI @.Yuuuta

Yn_ : Toge next time we should totally try to steal Gojo's glasses !!!

↳ InuMAKI : omg yes and then we hide it

↳ Yn_ : no we sell it, it must cost A LOT of money

↳ InuMAKI : you're a genius

↳ Yuuuta : now i'm the one feeling like you're stealing my gf Toge

↳ Yn_ : pls don't complain love, maybe you prefer when we were fighting

↳ Yuuuta : forget what I said

↳ InuMAKI : Yn where is Yuji hiding his sneakers ?

↳ Yn_ : probably in his closet

↳ InuMAKI : we steal two pairs of shoes, he got so much he won't even notice and we sell them too

↳ Yn_ : that must be enough money to buy the ps5

↳ InuMAKI : AND a big TV

↳ Yn_ : yeah lets do that

↳ Maki_yum : NO YOU AIN'T GOING TO STEAL ANYTHING

↳ Yn_ : Toge we gotta hurry up before she tells them

↳ InuMAKI : LETS GO

↳ Maki_yum : I'M SICK OF YOU

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Yn_ : got a detention and I just told him

Yuuuta : that's it, I'm keeping you FAR AWAY from Toge

↳ Yn_ : i'm sorry love i truly regret it

↳ YujiandSukuna : YOU SOLD MY SHOES ???

↳ Yn_ : no it was so messy in your bedroom, we couldn't find them

↳ Geto_OG : That'll teach you to NOT STEAL, if you need money, just ask us

↳ InuMAKI : we would like the PS5 and a TV

↳ Satoru_thegoat : It's in your bedroom, for both of you, just ask and I got you but don't steal

↳ InuMAKI : we're really sorry Gojo, we really wanted these console and TV so we took the route that seemed the easiest for us even if it wasn't the best, we won't do it again

↳ Satoru_thegoat : I know you are don't worry, guess what, I'll remove the detention, go enjoy your new console

↳ Yn_ : REALLY ??? THANK YOU THANK YOU!! YUTA HONEY COME TO MY DORM I'LL SHOW YOU THE NEW GAMES

↳ Yuuuta : coming love

↳ Geto_OG : Satoru you're getting too soft with them

↳ Satoru_thegoat : they're young, let them do mistakes, let them learn from those mistakes and doing them again, it's not by grounding them that they'll learn, they have the right to be wrong and not be shamed for that, they regretted it, it's enough. If they didn't regret it, I wouldn't have removed the detention but I had a talk with Toge and Yn and they're truly sorry, no harm was done, so why insist ?

↳ Geto_OG : I almost had a tear

↳ Satoru_thegoat : fuck off mr.perfect

Hey love! Hope you liked it ? I didn't really know how to include Rika so I didn't but if there is a part.2, I'll think of a way to make it work!

with love <3

[swagyalastorwife]

Lucifer x reader at a masquerade ball { one shot}

Author notes :⚠️ very important it's a concept that I found, you suggest a character to me and I will write a fanfiction⚠️

⚠️character of your choice x reader at a masquerade ball ⚠️

So tell me what characters you want

Requests are open (^-^)/❤️

And sorry for the spelling mistakes 😅

⚠️warning ⚠️: suggestive vocabulary

You hate him, you hate him more than anything in the world Lucifer, just hearing his name makes you want to throw up, he disgusts you.

When Charlie and Vaggie were invited to the Morningstar masked ball.

The morning before going to the ball Vaggi got sick, and therefore couldn't accompany Charlie.

However Lucifer had made it clear to Charlie that he would really like her to come to this ball, so she decided to invite someone else, she asked everyone in the hotel and everyone had something to do except one person, YOU:

"Please, Y/n come whit me it would be very fun"

" that's nice Charlie but, I'm not sure that you father would like to see me "

" But no my father is very nice, say yes pls"

she made puppy eyes at you and you couldn't resist her little face:

" well i am coming "

" yes you are the best thank you very much "

She left the room, and you let out a sigh ...

In the afternoon a few hours before the ball you decided to go buy yourself an outfit

you spent a good 2 hours finding an outfit that you like and a matching mask

time skip

As the time of the ball arrived you prepared and Charlie knocked on the door: 'Y/n are you ready?"

" yes Charlie, I'm coming"

You came out of your room and Charlie looked at you with administrative eyes

" you are beautiful, I... wow!"

" thank you Charlie that's very kind, come on it's time to go "

When you arrived at the Morningstar estate all heads turned towards you you could see the eyes of the guests looking at you with admiration, they all admired your beauty.

And when I say everyone I really mean everyone, even the organizers of the ball were not indifferent to your beauty.

Charlie left you to go talk to his father's friends, you stayed alone hoping not to run into Lucifer, but not for very long

a handsome man approached you and grabbed your hand and placed a delicate kiss:

"hello what is such a pretty person like you doing here alone?"

" I accompanied a friend and she left me alone"

you said smiling

" in this case would you do me the pleasure of accepting that I keep you company this evening "

" it would be with pleasure"

He pulled you onto the dance floor and danced with you

' and can I have your name "

'no, the goal of a masked ball is to stay anonymous "

you said with a lot of joy in your voice

you spent the evening dancing and laughing with each other, to be honest you were starting to develop feelings for this stranger and he seemed to feel the same way.

When all the guests left including Charlie because she couldn't find you and had assumed that you had left you found yourself alone with Lucifer in his room, you sat in his bed when he arrived above you and began to kiss you and caress your body and began to remove the top of your clothes, he lowered his lips towards your neck then stopped and said to you:

" do you want to take off our masks? "

" yes, are you ready?"

"always"

" okey, 1,2,3"

and when you both took off your masks you were surprised, disgusted and shocked at the same time, you pushed Lucifer off of you letting him fall to the ground:

" you!"

" my god how is this possible, it's disgusting and to think that we were going to ... "

" Don't finish this sentence or I'll kill you "

you decided to leave leaving Lucifer alone in the room he was dizzy and happy as a teenager who had just done his first time, and that's when he understood that since all this time he loved you, maybe much more than he loved lilith

On the way to the hotel you thought back to this evening, spent with your enemy, with a lot of nostalgia and tenderness you would have liked this evening to never end, maybe you loved him too finally.

end...

Whiche characters do you want next, tell me requests are open (^-^)/❤️

I hope you like it (^-^)/❤️

[dioslesbianwife]

So.. Valentine's, huh?

IT IS ME. THE EVIL 🕷️ ANON TO SEND ANGSRT. ANGST.

Jofoes breakup or divorce on valentine's. Would they mourn us? Get over it? Kill us? Crash out? Destroy our favourite Cafe? TELL ME. WOULD THEY DROWN IN DESPAIR AND ANGER, OR LET IT OUT AND CAUSE CHAOS? I MUST KNOW THEIR FACES OF SHOCK.

Pb dio, and sanatana. Santana pls. Plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

Also hope ur doing OK ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hii evil 🕷️ lol unhappy valentine's day to u too. haha ur sick for this/j also thank you, i'm exhausted from life lmao but doing fine, hope ur good too ❤️

Jofoes reactions to being broken up with ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

Phantom Blood Dio

Dio is a master of controlling his emotions, but a breakup- especially on a day meant for love- would shatter that facade, leaving him unrecognizable. He understands the concept of loss, and he definitely feels it now. And it burns him from the inside out.Initially, Dio would react with a cold, calculating rage. He might try to coerce you into coming back, resorting to manipulation and his usual charm. If you refuse, that’s when the mask of control slips. His eyes burn with fury, and for the first time in forever, you see fear- fear of being rejected, of losing control. Dio’s pride would demand you pay. He might not kill you immediately, but the anguish and betrayal he feels would turn into a violent storm. His anger will manifest in the form of chaos: destroying anything you held dear, whether it’s your favorite cafe or the places that held your memories together. He doesn’t know how to cope with losing.In his mind, you should have belonged to him forever. He would drown in despair, but also become a force of destruction, unable to process what’s happening to him. His face is twisted with disbelief and rage, as if he can’t fathom the idea that you could walk away from him.

Santana 

Santana's reaction would be far more passive, but just as devastating. He’s not a man who wears his emotions on his sleeve, and this breakup, especially on Valentine’s Day, would have him feeling completely adrift. He doesn’t know what love really is, and he never learned to navigate those feelings, so when you walk away, it’s a gut punch that he just wasn’t prepared for.He’d likely retreat into silence for the first few days, not responding to anyone’s questions or pleas for him to explain. Santana internalizes everything. Instead of going on a violent rampage, he’ll shut down, his emotions buried so deep that it would be impossible for anyone around him to help.His face would be one of utter disbelief and confusion, as if he couldn’t comprehend the finality of the situation. There’s no one he can attack, no one to blame but himself. His sorrow would take shape in the form of quiet devastation. While he might not destroy anything outwardly, you can bet your favorite spots would feel empty, and Santana would be haunted by your absence in every corner of his life.

Wamuu

Wamuu, being a proud warrior, would be crushed by the emotional weight of a breakup. For him, love is an honorable bond, and betrayal feels like a direct dishonor to everything he stands for. On Valentine’s Day, a time for affection, his pride would be severely wounded. At first, Wamuu would try to handle it with grace, maintaining his usual composed demeanor. However, seeing you walk away would hurt him deeply, and while he wouldn’t lash out in anger, he would be left silent, almost as though something inside him had been irreparably broken. His expression would be one of quiet sorrow, a warrior who’s never faced defeat, now humbled by emotional pain. He would internalize the hurt, and though he wouldn’t blame you, the weight of the rejection would make him feel like he’s failed, especially in a way he can’t control. The breakup would leave him reflecting on his worth and questioning the sincerity of love.

Esidisi

Esidisi, ever the passionate and volatile being, would not handle a breakup with grace. Especially on Valentine’s Day, he sees love as a powerful force, one he can claim and use to assert control. If you left him, it would destroy him emotionally, but instead of retreating into sorrow, Esidisi would become consumed by a violent rage. At first, he might be unable to process it, his emotions would boil over, making him irrational and frantic. His face would twist with anger as he demands answers, and there would be no amount of pleading or manipulation that would stop him from wanting to destroy you for rejecting him. But deep down, he would be scared. Scared of losing control and scared of truly being alone. When the chaos subsides, he’d sink into an obsessive need to win you back, but he wouldn't be able to. His pride wouldn't allow him to show any weakness, and yet, the agony of not having you would gnaw at him.

Kars

Kars, despite his godlike status, has a twisted, desperate need for control—and a breakup would crack that control. He may not need you in the conventional sense, but the fact that you chose to leave him—especially on such a meaningful day—would absolutely ruin him.Unlike DIO, Kars wouldn’t explode in rage, but he would begin a careful game of manipulation to bring you back. He would take each word you said and dissect it, find the source of your rejection, and try to outsmart it. His reaction would be a cool, calm attempt to reclaim you, yet it would become increasingly apparent that the more he tried, the more he was losing you for good.His face, though calm on the outside, would show hints of confusion. The God who has everything now feels like he’s losing control over the one thing he truly wanted. When you continue to reject him, he might fall into an obsessive spiral, haunted by the fact that he couldn’t even dominate love.

Kira Yoshikage

Kira is a man obsessed with his own quiet, peaceful life—and a breakup on Valentine’s Day would send him spiraling into emotional chaos. While on the outside, he might seem detached, on the inside, Kira would be destroyed by the thought of you leaving him.He would become an absolute mess. Kira’s initial reaction would be disbelief, followed by a sense of complete helplessness. He’s someone who plans everything down to the smallest detail, and losing you—his most precious thing—wasn’t part of the plan.His face would show disappointment and defeat as he tries to process everything. He might try to mask his feelings by resorting to violence or hiding his true emotions, but ultimately, Kira would revert into himself, becoming more cold and distant. He wouldn’t lash out at you, but the guilt and sadness of the situation would haunt him endlessly.

Diavolo

Diavolo would not accept this, and no one would be able to calm him. He’s a man driven by a desperate need to control everything, and the thought of you walking away would trigger his worst fears. The betrayal would be infuriating for Diavolo, he would feel as if you had betrayed him personally. There would be no love left, only a burning need to punish you, to erase the rejection from existence. But no matter how much he tries to hurt you, the truth remains: you’ve left him. Expect a moment where Diavolo loses all restraint. His rage would be overwhelming, and he may even break everything in his path- he would definitely try to destroy whatever remnants of your love remain. His face would twist in disbelief, shock, and betrayal. But the real devastation is how empty he feels after the chaos. He doesn’t know how to exist in a world where you’re no longer his.

Doppio

Doppio, poor Doppio, would struggle the most with actual emotional processing. He’s already insecure, and the thought of you leaving would make him feel insignificant, small. For him, a breakup on Valentine’s Day would be the final straw, pushing him into a tailspin of self doubt and panic. At first, he wouldn’t even know how to react. What did he do wrong? Was he not enough? His face would be an agonizing mix of confusion and heartbreak, eyes wide with panic. He would try to plead with you, beg for an explanation, to tell him it’s a mistake. But the longer you resist, the more hysterical he becomes.His love for you is deeply rooted, and this break up feels like his heart is being ripped from his chest. His initial shock would fade into a quiet, agonizing sadness. He’s devastated in a way that’s almost too painful to watch, like a lost child who can’t quite comprehend that he isn’t wanted. His reaction would be utter sorrow and a struggle to figure out how to carry on when the love of his life has slipped through his fingers.

Pucci

Pucci is deeply devoted to his higher cause, but he’s still human underneath it all. The realization that you’re leaving him would devastate him. In his mind, he’s always been a servant of God, but his bond with you has become just as important. On Valentine’s Day, of all days, this betrayal would feel like a sign of personal failure. His initial reaction would be one of confusion– why? His stance would be rigid, as if holding onto some unshakable ideal, but there would be a certain tension in his demeanor, a momentary lapse in his composure that would show how hurt he is. The disappointment would be visible in his eyes.Pucci would become desperate in his efforts to understand your decision. He might question his faith, his path, or his ability to lead. This internal struggle would torment him, but instead of lashing out, he would try to reconcile his beliefs with the pain of losing you.

Funny Valentine

Funny Valentine would feel the rejection deeply, but he would refuse to show it outwardly. As the President of the United States, he’s used to being in control and revered, but with you, he allowed himself to feel something real- and now you’ve taken that away. Funny’s reaction would be one of stoic rage at first, but his calm demeanor would crack. You’ve left him on Valentine’s Day, and it hits his ego in a way nothing else has before. He would feel embarrassed and betrayed, his desire to maintain appearances intensified. It would be impossible for him to just move on.His face would shift from cold calculation to burning frustration, the anger hidden behind his calm voice. Funny’s pride wouldn’t let him come to terms with losing you, and he would likely spend days plotting ways to manipulate you back into his life by any means necessary.

Diego Brando

Diego would not take the breakup lightly. His whole existence revolves around his own perception of greatness, and losing you would feel like a personal defeat, the rejection stinging his pride more than anything else.At first, Diego would act indifferent, pretending it doesn’t bother him. But beneath the surface, his ego is shattered. You were his, and now that you’re gone, everything feels wrong. He would struggle with self-loathing, unable to accept the fact that someone could simply leave him.The pain would manifest in a form of guilt and self-doubt, making him question everything about himself and his worth. His face would show visible cracks in his facade, shame mixed with anger. Diego would either try to win you back, unwilling to accept the loss, or he’d fall into an even deeper, more obsessive state, fixating on the idea that he has to get you back no matter the cost.

Tooru

Tooru would initially try to maintain his calm, stoic exterior. He’s used to winning, to getting what he wants. But a break up on Valentine’s Day would cut through that cool façade like a blade. At first, he’d think it was a joke, a test of some kind. You couldn’t possibly leave him, could you? But when it sinks in, when you’re serious, when he realizes that no amount of manipulation or charm can change your mind, his whole demeanor shifts. His face would shift from cocky self-assurance to genuine hurt. Tooru’s ego would be damaged, but he’d also feel a deep loss, the kind that unsettles him completely. He wouldn’t cry, but you’d see the slow unraveling in his eyes. He would lash out, first with sharp words, then with actions, destroying your favorite places, maybe even your belongings, trying to reclaim the power he feels slipping away from him.Yet, even as he does so, Tooru knows in the back of his mind that no amount of rage can bring you back.

[valwrites-stuff]

Can you do cuddling on a cold winter night with Jason? Just pure fluff pls 😊

Winter warmth

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Fluff

It was a freezing cold winter night, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and never leave the warmth of your home ever again.

You were curled up on the sofa with Jason, after being out in the icy and stormy weather, craving to get inside and warm up your frozen limbs.

Your body stopped shaking the second Jason lit the chimney and crawled underneath the furry blanket, his hands still cold but the rest of him comfortingly warm.

The crackling fire in the fireplace casting an orange glow over the room as Jason wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled into his chest.

The heat from the flames and his embrace made you feel safe and content, like nothing could harm you in that moment.

As you gazed into the flickering flames, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility.

The world outside may have been cold and harsh, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

"You feel better now?" Jason murmured as he tenderly ran his calloused fingers through your hair, smoothing the soft frizz, created by the beanie you wore.

You looked up at Jason, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. Your cheeks and nose, a crimson color from being exposed to the crisp temperature for too long.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in his arms, by the fire, safe from the stormy winter air.

"Yes, much better. I think I'm defrosting here. Thanks for keeping me warm." You smile up at him and watch him chuckle before he's pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Anything for my baby, I'm not leaving your side. And I don't want you to get sick." Jason replies, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares into your bright orbs.

His gentle touch and soothing words washed over you like a comforting balm, easing the lingering chill from your bones.

The snow outside seemed to fall in slow motion, each flake drifting lazily to the ground, oblivious to the cozy world within these walls.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet." Jason's voice broke the silence as he looked down at you, his brow slightly creasing in a small frown.

"Yeah, just thinking...enjoying the moment." You smiled as you nestled further into him.

"Mind sharing what you're thinking about?" Jason's arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His curls were softly tickling your face, making you smile in amusement. "Just how lucky I am, to have you."

"Mm, I should be the one saying that." Jason's hold tightened, his hand gently tracing patterns on your back as he enjoyed the closeness.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their soothing dance across your back.

You felt cocooned in his embrace, the world outside receding until all that existed was the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have found you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper against the soft locks framing his face.

Jason's hold on you tightened reflexively, as if he could draw you even closer, merge your bodies into one entity. "And I feel the same way," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head in a feather-light kiss.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and smiled dreamily. The faint glow emanating from the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Jason's features, transforming them into a mesmerizing play of light and dark.

You tenderly tilted his chin to place a soft kiss onto his lips as your fingertips traced idle patterns on his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mm, you're very affectionate today." Jason teased as you showered his lips with loving kisses. He enjoyed the feeling, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his lap.

"Hi there." You cracked a smile as you settled down in your boyfriends lap, getting seemingly comfortable.

"Hey." Jason smiled, his eyes drinking in your relaxed presence in his lap. "You look comfy."

"Mmm, I am," you agreed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. Jason's hands began to roam, fingertips dancing along your spine before coming to rest on your hips.

"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because right now, I don't want to let you go."

His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jason's thumbs gently circled your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer against him, his body heat seeping into yours through the thin fabric of your clothes. The warmth was welcome after braving the frigid outdoors together.

"I love holding you like this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, where he placed soft kisses.

His breath was hot against your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to rest just below your ribcage while the other continued its slow exploration along your hip bone.

"So small and delicate in my arms," Jason observed, his voice tinged with affection as a smirk crept onto his face. "Like I could break you if I wasn't careful."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at Jason's teasing remark, even as a flutter of nerves danced in your belly at the thought of being so vulnerable in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of that," you replied playfully, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

Jason's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Jason's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers in a gentle caress.

"I love you," Jason whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with love for this man who had captured your heart.

And as you sat there, wrapped up in each other's love, you knew that no matter how cold the winter nights may be, as long as you had each other, you would always be warm.

[kit-kat-katie]

hi! i loved ur clove post! would you pls make another where the reader gets reaped instead of her?

the world against us

A/N: thank you so much for the request!! and I'm glad you enjoyed my Clove post. I really love writing for her, she's such a fun character to write for. I hope you enjoy this request! ❤️

TW: cannon-level violence and storylines, a bit of cannon is changed for the request, angst, reader has a previous injury, mentions of death

Pairing: Clove x GN! Reader

Summary: You're not in the best shape after a recent injury, so Clove offers to help you get back on your feet afterwards. She's there to support you during and after the Reaping, since you were chosen as a tribute for District 2.

“You need to work on your core strength, and your balance is off, too.” 

Clove stands over you as you sigh while sitting on the training mat. You rub the back of your right shoulder to alleviate some of the pain that aches all over your body.

“I’m working on it, Clove, it’s been a bit rough for me as of late.” You stand up after Clove offers you a hand up.

You were recovering from a recent injury from a training match with another potential tribute. You were supposed to be matched up by skill, but one of the top tributes was out sick for the week. Since you were among the oldest tributes, your mentors thought that you were an equal match for the other person.

They quickly discovered that you weren’t after a quick trip to a nearby hospital ward. It didn’t take you too long to recover, but you couldn't waste precious time before the Reaping. If you weren’t in prime shape and you were chosen, your death would be imminent and swift in the arena.

“C’mon, we should spar again.” Clove, a fellow tribute and the closest thing you have to a friend, was trying to help you get back on your feet.

You didn’t know if it was pity or because she actually cared for your safety. You were hoping it was the second one as you ready yourself for another sparring match with Clove. You know you’ll get your ass handed to you, but it would be worth it if Clove would help you out again and again.

~

“I’m still not ready.” You fix your hair in the mirror as Clove adjusts her outfit.

“You don’t have a choice, now do you?” She calmly walks over to you before placing a hand on your shoulder. “I heard that the mentors are looking at the most prominent tributes, so you should be fine.”

“Thanks,” You scoff before turning to her, “and what about you?”

“I can handle myself in an arena. It’s you that I’m worried about.” 

You turn to her as Clove’s hand falls off of your shoulder.

“You are?”

She blushes softly, looking away from you for a moment, before glancing back at you.

“So what if I am?”

“Then I’d be thankful to be on your mind so much.” You close the distance to press a kiss to her cheek before grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the door.

“Wait, give me a minute-” Clove playfully rolls her eyes as you drag her out of her bedroom. “I thought you weren’t ready for the Reaping.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” 

~

You stand, hand-in-hand, right next to Clove as the Reaping occurs. Your mentors tower over you on the stage as a Capitol citizen digs through one of the bowls of names.

You feel a bit of your stress unravel as Cato’s name is called. It was obvious that he would be a tribute - who wouldn’t choose him? The top potential tribute, one that had beaten the crap out of most others who were also training at the time. Clove seemed a bit nervous, and you knew that the two were close friends, so you offered her a reassuring squeeze with your hand.

She squeezes your hand back as the announcer heads over to the other bowl. You look over at Clove, and you see a rare smile appear on her face as they dig through the bowl.

You’re convinced that everything’s going to be okay. You’ll have time to recover from your injury, to train more, to hopefully age out of the tribute system in a peaceful manner-

-Then your name is called.

You don’t remember how you got up the stairs, if you were dragged by guards or if your feet moved while your mind drifted far, far away. You don’t remember the way people cheered as you and Cato helped hands with pretend smiles on your faces. You don’t remember the shock and surprise on every mentor’s face as you walked past them, one-by-one.

The only thing that you remember from that moment is the look of horror and heartbreak on Clove’s face as you two stare into each other’s souls.

~

You have to wipe your tears away as a guard comes in and announces that another visitor is here to see you. You had just seen your family, for what you would assume would be the last time. There was no way that you would survive - you still felt weak from your injury.

“Clove,” Her name falls from your lips as she nearly shoves the Capitol guard over to get to you, “I thought they-”

“I’m sorry.” A small tear falls down her face as she hugs you with a deadly grip. “I should’ve volunteered, I should’ve said something, but all I could do was think about why they would choose you.”

“Maybe the mentors want to be rid of me, once and for all.”

“No, don’t say that. You help the younger kids, the ones who just age into being a potential tribute. They need you to be there for them. I need you.”

You gasp at her sudden confession, and the surprise on her face tells you that it wasn’t planned on her end, either.

“You have so much to think about already, I shouldn’t have said anything to you-”

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” You take her hand in yours as she steps closer to you. “I need you too, more than you will ever know.”

“Come back to me, okay? I still need another person to spar against when I want an easy match.” She says before softly kissing your lips.

When you part, you smile at her before placing your free hand on her cheek.

“I’ll always be here for you, whether in body or in spirit.”

You embrace her once again before she’s dragged back into District 2. Maybe you’d see her again, besides in your dreams.

Clove would maybe see you again, besides in her nightmares and on a TV screen.

You just had to make it through the 74th Hunger Games.

[screampied]

see I just realised you said GHOST and not ghostface,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, that’s very embarrassing I wish I could unsend an ask bc that’s so embarrassing,,,,,,,,,,,, EISH IM CURLIN UP I MISREAD IT AGHHH

close enough it’s TOJI and he’s sexy so :3333

did he js flick the reader’s forehead,,, OU HIS HANDS ARE COLD?? MEOWWWWW “are you even listening” NO KING IM TRYNA HEAR UR DICKS HEARTBEAT MIAOOWWWWWW

“wanna feel?” 😧 well,,,,,,,, it must be the witching hour bc I’m about to do some magical spells on that shit LMFAOAOA 😭 “knock y’erself out” AYE AYE CAP’N 😻‼️

HAPPY TRAIL??????? AND DIANA IS ON THE PROWL MEOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW “you wanna find out?” VEGAS YOURE KILLING ME SHES HISSING I CANT DO THIS AUSGGDHFHFHFHF “c’mere then” LAWD IM IN HEAT sorry that is wild..

“knees” did and done 🧎🏾‍♀️”bra, take that off too” SO HE WANNA SEE MY TITS 😛😛😛 BEST BELIEVE THAT SHIT IS FLYING OFF (I’m so sorry.) “fuck, y’er pretty” THANK YOU DADDY 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

“it’s too big for you? thats my bad” cocky about his cock,,, I NEED HIM AUGGH

“play with your tits” … radio silence…………… unexpected……….. NO BC THE WAY MY JAW ACC DROPPED I WAS LIKE WOAH?? BUT I MEAN SHIT IF THERES A WILL THERES A WAY I GOT THE ASSETS FOR ALLAT !!

“such a pretty mouth, ugh” the ugh in italic? I HEARD IT?? LAED?? IM SO FINISHED IM PROPERLY DONE “good girl. haah, ‘s good” meows.

“yer nasty” VEGAS YOU ALWAYS SERVE AT THE RIGHT TIMES IVE BEEN GEEKING ABOUT BEING CALLED NASTY FOR DAYS AND YOU PULL THIS, I CANTTTT “play with yourself” FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

“you want that, sweets?” I CALL PEOPLE SWEETS TOO OMG ME N HIM TWINNIN and wtf is ectoplasm.. IS IT YHAT GREEN SHIT FROM GHOSTBUSTERS?? OH NAH GMFU SAY WHAT NOW?? nvm its whitee, false alarm :P

“Yer mouths gettin smart” IT CAN GET SMARTER, OG OFFICE SIREN RIGHT HERE !! “fuuuuuuuuck me” lawd……… LAWD I LOVE WHEN MEN DO THAT

“I wanna break you” sweet and sour kebabs.. “you have to pay for that you kno-" LMFOAOAOAOAOAO WE ARE FUNNYY “you played with her?” he referred to it as her… screampied’s version of toji is the man of my dreams NOT YOU ADRESSING IT LMFAOAOOA YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT

“n-no” “y-yea” moans. THE MOCKING I NEED THIS IN MY LIFEEE “look at that tongue” IM DYING IM BEDRIDDEN IM ILL HELP ME “listen to it with me” WOWZA “atta girl” YOWZA !

“whatever spell you had” TOLD YALL IMA BE ON MY WITCH SHIT 🗣️‼️ DONT PLAY WITH CATTTTTTT I WAS CASTIN SPELLS ALLLLL OVER LIKE “PUSSARIUS DRUNKIOS” BIPPITY BOPPITY BOO NOW HE LUV IT, IM TEWWW GOOD 😛

DID IT END OFF W A WHINY NEEDY TOJI??? im a LITTLE too good .. BUT LAWD YOU ATE IT DOWNNNN, HATS OFF TO YOU QUEENIE

— pearl anon !!!! :3

LMAOOO OMG 🫦🫦🫦 tehe yesss he’s an actual ghost but id love to write ghostface toji one day 🤚🏽 that'd eat so hard bruh

the dick's heartbeat 😭😭😭 that's new i'm gonna use that one day. YESSSS HIS HAPPY TRAIL, i could literally write so much ab happy trails it’s actual sick idk ??? like they’re jus so sexy to me. happy trails >>>

NOT U CALLING THE COOTER DIANA PLS

right he’s so cocky he just needs to get put in his place like … (he does 🌚) HEHEJE YESSS UGH IN ITALIC. it just has more pizzazz me thinks, omg i love that word pizzazzzzz. HELPPPP ectoplasm is a ghost like substance but since it’s fanfiction let’s say it’s another type of cum 👨🏽‍💻👨🏽‍💻

YESSS tojis pussy talk is literally unmatched, literally got an ask to elaborate on his pussy talk n i’m so GEEKEDDDDD. writing his dialogue makes my stomach churn up in KNOTSSSS

right. we love sassy reader's w backbone before being put in their place >>>> THE WITCH SHIT BYE. pussarius drunkios HELP ???? 😭😭😭😭

yep, whiney toji my fav 🫦 did all that just to get put in his place <3 he’s never gonna leave us bc he’s too pussy whipped now 🙂‍↕️