#it was within my grasp and I saw it too late

[crisisaur]

Me: Getting ready to scroll up to check notifications one last time on tumblr before bed

Me: Sees gorgeous fanart of Wei Wuxian as I hit the home button and it vanishes forever

Me:

[starmocha]

Relentless Conqueror [Sylus/Reader ★ 1790 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] To be wedded to the strongest warrior in the village was an honor and a blessing. A/N: I saw someone specified that Sylus is dressed as a Mongolian wrestler in the new memory. I am so excited for it, but um…this fic has absolutely nothing to do with that. My mind just swerved completely off-course the moment I saw this man manhandling us again lmao And…yeah…this is based on this post I made earlier. Still in my ✨shameful Sylus posting era✨ 😔

In the wide-open plane of the grassland, everything could be heard for miles all around. Stretched across the vast expanse, one area was occupied by numerous huts making up a small but thriving village.

Within the village, everyone had a role. The elders guided and led the villagers with their years of wisdom. The men were providers, hunters, and warriors while the women sustained the community and reared the children who would one day take over, thus continuing this cycle of life.

You were no exception. It was time for you to take your place among others with the new role you were about to take.

Fortune had smiled down upon you. Hushed whispers wove through the village, going from mouth to mouth, passing loose lips after loose lips, before the news finally reached you.

Sylus had chosen you to be his bride.

To be chosen by the strongest warrior in the village to be his bride was an honor bestowed only on you. He would provide you with a life of comfort and in turn, you were to bear him strong children. Many of the other maidens envied you, wanting to covet your place, to steal him away from you.

However, Sylus was truly the epitome of the ideal warrior: Large, strong, and imposing. He was unyielding on the battlefield, and he was unyielding in his decisions.

Of all the maidens who had crossed his path, only one had managed to ensnare him, to captivate him like no others.

You.

It was a prosperous union witnessed in a lavish ceremony by the entire village, cheered to be blessed by the gods themselves. A true match made in Heaven, many declared, as the wedding ceremony ended and the celebration began.

Arm linked with your new husband, you greeted and thanked the well-wishers, watching with wonders as everyone feasted and drank to your marriage. The merriment started from morning and continuing well into the late night. After nightfall had descended, Sylus led you away from the celebration. No one noticed the absence of the bride and groom, too drunk on alcohol and the festivities to even be aware of their surroundings.

Sylus whisked you away to his quiet hut, far from the music, laughter, and cheers. He towered over you, holding aside the curtain at the entryway to allow you entrance. As you entered, you could see the hut had been prepped for the wedding night.

It was a very comfortable living space, more extravagant than many of the other villagers’ homes. You barely had a moment to fully take in the sight of your new home before Sylus swept you off your feet, cradled in his arms as he carried you to his bed. He laid you down on fur, your beauty illuminated by the lamps within the hut. You could still hear the residual laughter and chatters outside as the rest of the villagers continued in their merriment celebrating this union.

“Pay them no heed,” Sylus ordered, grasping your chin firmly and forcing your sight on him. “Tonight, and for the rest of our lives, you are mine.”

He kissed you roughly, not minding your inexperience. It pleased him that your chasteness meant you were untouched, meant that he would have the sole honor of claiming you.

He disrobed his blushing bride, guiding your nimble hands to his toned body, letting you touched upon his firm muscles, feel the heat from his body. One by one, accessories fell, clinking and clanking on the ground. Then, his own ceremonial garments were discarded, tossed carelessly to the side and leaving him bare and nude, your eyes feasting on the wonderous sight of your new husband.

You swallowed slowly, feeling the gentle flutters of butterflies in your belly. He smirked at your nervousness. One hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You whimpered when he claimed your lips again, his large body overpowering you in seconds. He had you spread beneath him, his own body looming over yours and keeping you trapped under him. He cupped your sex, startling you as his long, slender fingers worked into your folds.

You let out a sharp gasp, fingers finding their way into his hair, and tugging at him nervously.

“Relax,” he ordered, “You’re not ready for me yet.”

He was well-endowed, his size intimidating, and you unconsciously clenched, only realizing when you heard Sylus’ deep chuckle. You blushed crimson, but your embarrassment soon passed the moment you felt Sylus working his fingers in and out of you.

“Ah—” Your hips moved on their own, desperately meeting his thrusts, wanting more, just a bit more. Your toes curled, body tensing up when you felt his thumb brushing against something that was causing you to jolt in pleasure. “M-more…Sylus…please…”

“You like that, sweetie?”

You nodded numbly, your voice coming out breathless. “Yes…please…my husband.”

You didn’t see the way Sylus’ eyes gleamed in satisfaction, didn’t hear his quick intake of breath over your own helpless moans. He smirked.

He seized your mouth again, taking in your startled cries, his fingers slipping in and out of your wet folds faster and faster. “My bride—my wife…” he murmured back, nipping and sucking greedily, “You’re so wet now, sweetie…Do you feel good?”

You sobbed and cried as his fingers curled inside. There was a tightening in your belly. You called out to him, scared. “Sy—Sylus…”

He shushed you gently. “Come for me.”

You clenched around his fingers, your cries filling the room. Sylus’ smirk widened as he watched you come undone by his fingers alone. He kissed your lips, praising you softly as you panted and sobbed. You barely recovered when he withdrew his fingers, his length taking place.

You bucked in surprise, eyes widening. “Sy-Sylus, no…”

“You are ready for me, my bride,” he assured. He pressed forward and you gripped a handful of the fur throw beneath you, your sensitive body feeling suddenly overstimulated by the massive intrusion taking place. Impossibly big, you thought, as your walls stretched around his thick length, taking him in slowly through much pain. He barely comforted you, seemingly enjoying the sight of you gasping and moaning as you were getting stuffed by him. His soft pants grew shallower, his eyes darkened with desire as he watched his beloved new bride taking him in inch by inch.

He praised you over and over once he was fully sheathed inside you, his deep voice comforting you in that moment. “You’re doing so well,” he said, voice thick with desire, “I have chosen the perfect wife.”

You felt a warmth in your belly, his praise filling you with unexpected joy. “Sylus…”

He smirked.

He took you brutally, riding you as rough and hard like his faithful steed. You wept and sobbed as his powerful thrusts reached that euphoric spot that had you writhing and moaning, begging him for more and more of this sweet, agonizing pleasure. You had never known the touch of a man before this night, and from this moment onwards, Sylus made sure you never will. He was going to make sure your body learned that you were his, craved only him, and only satisfied by him.

He was wrecking you, ruining you. You moaned as his large hand covered your flat belly. “You better prepare yourself, my bride,” he husked, “the women in my family only bear large children.”

You trembled, unsure if what you were feeling was fear or otherwise. He slipped his hands under you, groping and grabbing your buttocks and lifting you off the bed, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Immediately, your head lolled to the side, your moans resounded within the private space as you felt him penetrating you deeply, his pacing still unrelenting and unforgiving. This new angle had you calling out to him needily, feeling the second climax approaching fast.

Closer…and closer…and closer—

“Dear gods…” he groaned as you came undone again, your walls squeezing tightly around his cock. He pressed you back into the bed, letting you ride out your high as he chased after his. His hand grasped yours, pressing them deeper into the bedding.

“Gonna fuck my child into you,” he grunted, his hips slapping against yours, “Gonna breed you, have you heavy with my baby in your womb.”

He fondled your breast, massaging it roughly under his calloused hand. His mouth was close to yours, his hot, humid breath fanned over your lips. “Gonna have you swell, gonna have you bear me sons and daughters over and over again…”

Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him in closer to his surprise. He smirked. His hand reached out to brush your hair out of your sweat-slicked face. He leaned in closer, kissing you briefly, and then he asked, “Did you like the sound of that, my bride? Do you like what I am saying? Do you like knowing this is your role from now on? To bear my children over and over again?”

“Y—” you bit down on your bottom lip, embarrassed.

“Say it,” he demanded, thrusting in harder, eliciting more of your sweet cries.

He held you close and you sobbed into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him still pounding into your pussy. “Yes…Yes…!” you cried out, clinging to him, “I want your baby…I want to have all of your babies, Sylus!”

“Fuck’s sake…” His eyes squeezed shut, feeling you come again already. This time, he also felt his own climax, felt himself pumping hot into you. He groaned again, “Take every last drop, sweetie.”

You felt so impossibly full, his seed flooding your womb. There was not a doubt in your head that this union wouldn’t be fruitful. You were going to carry his baby, bear him large, strong sons—future warriors to carry on his legacy.

“My bride, my beautiful bride,” he murmured, lavishing you in his sweet kisses as he pulled out. He gazed down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and doe eyes staring back at him. He hummed softly, his lips finding yours again, his large hand interlocking with yours.

“Mine.”

Beyond the hut, the celebration continued. Laughter and singing continued well into the late night, but within this hut, there was only the labored breathing, desperate gasps and pleased moans filling the space for hours on end. Time seemed to have slowed down, the world quieting.

He took you, claimed you over and over again. Your body was his, and his was yours. From this day and onwards, in this life and all of the lifetimes to come, you were his bride, the only one capable of stealing the heart of the feared conqueror of the grassland.

[foxy-eva]

Love Potion

Summary: Spencer learns that alcohol makes his girlfriend very affectionate (and maybe a little too honest) 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: (16+ for sexual content) drinking alcohol (Reader is tipsy), love confession, suggestiveness, heavy kissing, mild embarrassment

Word count: 1.2k

Masterlist

Spencer thought he knew what would be expecting him when he agreed to pick you up from girl's night. He was wrong. 

He should have known by your barely decipherable text message that you might have had a little too much fun tonight. What really gave it away though was your high-pitch scream once you saw your gorgeous boyfriend enter the bar you texted him from earlier. 

"Spencer!!" You yelled while reaching out your arms for him. "I missed you!"

You almost knocked him over once he was within reach which prompted your friends to break out in a fit of laughter. 

"Hi pretty girl," Spencer chuckled. "Having fun?"

You pressed a quick peck on his lips and giggled, "Yeah, now that you're here!" 

"I thought you wanted me to drive you home?" 

"Exactly," you agreed. "That's where the fun part starts."

A very obvious rosy shade spread over Spencer's cheeks while your all female audience began making raunchy comments. Before you had a chance to explain to them in detail what you wanted to happen once you got home, your boyfriend was quick to place his arm around your waist to lead you to his car. 

"You're so beautiful, do you know that?" You slurred while Spencer made sure you were buckled up in the passenger seat. 

"You tell me quite frequently, actually."

"Because it's true! Derek is so right for calling you pretty boy. You're the prettiest of aaall the boys in the world." 

Spencer smiled at you before he started the car. "Yeah? Well, just for the record, I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

His words made you needy for more than just sweet talk. 

“Take me home before I start taking my clothes off right here,” you cooed. 

Spencer took his eyes off the road to look at you for a moment. A not-so-innocent smirk was spread over your cheeks and you noticed the rosy color on his face turning a shade darker. 

“You're going to be the end of me,” Spencer groaned.

A few suggestive comments from you later your flustered boyfriend turned into the parking lot at your apartment. You were barely inside your apartment when you swung your arms around his neck to find his mouth in a hasty kiss. Both of you almost tumbled over but Spencer managed to keep you upright with his arms around your waist. 

The taste of ethanol on your tongue was almost as intoxicating as your actions and Spencer had trouble not to give into your pleas right then and there in your hallway. It was obvious that he tried to hold back but his body gave away how much he enjoyed your enthusiasm.  

“Slow down,” he breathed against your lips, “You’re drunk.” 

“I’m just a little tipsy,” you reassured him as you pressed your body against his. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Spencer answered you with some curse words that you had never heard from him before. The pace of your actions were too much for him to grasp and suddenly he wasn’t sure if you were the only inebriated one there. Like a besotted fool he followed you to the couch where you climbed into his lap like a queen sitting down on a throne. 

“What are you doing to me?” He purred as you kissed down his neck.

“You’re smart, I’m sure you can figure it out,” you snickered before biting down on his pulse point. 

You felt his throat vibrate against your lips as a deep groan fell from his mouth. It wasn’t the first time you got to experience him that way but you were aware that the alcohol in your bloodstream made you more affectionate than usual. 

It also made your tongue loose but you realized that too late. 

“I love you, Spencer,” you whispered when your lips brushed over his ear. 

“Wh… What?”

His response wasn’t what you expected. You sat up straight to be able to look into his eyes. The gold of his irises radiated a warmth unlike anything you had ever experienced. It took you a moment to find your words again. 

“I know we’ve only been dating for a few weeks and that I haven’t said it before, but it’s true!” You began rambling in a way you usually expected from Spencer. Your lips found his in another, more chaste kiss before you repeated, “I love you.” 

It was as if Spencer had forgotten how to form words. He just stared at you with wide eyes and the sweetest smile forming on his face. 

After a few moments of silence you wondered, “Are you not gonna say it?” 

He shook his head. “I’ll tell you when I can be sure you’ll remember it the next morning.” 

That was enough for you for now. You got up from your boyfriend’s lap to lead him into your bedroom. He followed without hesitation, already suspecting that whatever you had in mind wouldn’t actually be happening. 

And he was right. The moment you lay down in your bed with Spencer’s arms securely wrapped around you, you dozed off. He gently kissed your cheek before placing the blanket over your body. 

“Goodnight, sleepy girl.”

When you woke up the next morning it took just a few seconds for you to realize that you had enough alcohol to spill the truth but not enough to forget about it. It didn’t surprise you that you didn’t find Spencer sleeping beside you, certain that you must have scared him off after your cocktails had somehow turned into love potions. 

The morning shower helped to clear your head but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. The longer you thought about it, the more embarrassed you got about not keeping your mouth in control after just a little bit of liquid courage. 

It took you by surprise to find your boyfriend sitting on your couch when you stumbled out of the bedroom. 

“You’re still here!” You squeaked and he began chuckling. 

“Where else would I be?” 

You sat down beside him and took the coffee mug out of his hand to take a sip. 

He leaned towards you to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “How are you feeling?”

You felt your face heat up when you thought about what you said last night. “Mortified.”

The amusement in his voice wasn’t lost on you when he nonchalantly asked, “And why is that?” 

You placed the coffee mug on the table to bury your face in your hands, whining, “You know why!”

Spencer placed his hands on yours to move them away from your face while he chuckled, “Oh you mean the fact that you told me you’re hopelessly in love with me?” 

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t use those exact words!”

He kept teasing you as he pulled you into his arms, “Are you questioning my eidetic memory?”

“If your memory is so perfect, you should remember what you told me then,” you reminded him before his mouth met yours. 

“I do remember,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“Yeah?” You breathed between kisses. 

He pulled back to lock eyes with you. His hand gently brushed over your cheek before he finally whispered, “I love you, too.” 

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[youaintnothinbuta]

“Did you cum without me?” — feyd rautha x reader

Summary: Feyd Rautha, your husband, knows you very very well. He knows what your sex smells like, and he’s not pleased when he can sense it on you despite not having seen you at all that day. He reminds you that you aren’t to touch yourself, and that making you cum is his job

Pairing: feyd rautha x fem!reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mature language, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation insinuated, squirting depicted, probably typos sorrryyyy

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Feyd stirred from slumber before you as always, a habitual gesture that allowed you the luxury of lingering in bed as long as you pleased. However, you didn’t see him at breakfast either, hinting at his preoccupation with Na-Baron duties.

All day you found yourself restless and bored, ennui gnawing at you, more than ever typical. You even spent almost two hours in the bath, just trying to make time pass. Spending hours and hours alone, your mind started to wander. Your hands followed suit. You found yourself lying in your’s and Feyd’s shared bed, writhing beneath your own touch. You laid on his side of the bed, his smell helping feed your fantasies as you succumbed to orgasm by your self indulgence. And, once not being enough, for a second time.

Only minutes later you peeled yourself up off the bed, washed your hands, and were once again making your way aimlessly through the Harkonnen residence. To your delight, you heard your husband’s voice resonating through a nearby hallway, and quickly made that your destination. He smiled as he saw you, reaching out for your hand briefly, to acknowledge that he hadn’t seen you all day. As you passed him, he turned his head, inhaling deeply. You continued walking, but he quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

He pulled you closer, his face just inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath against your skin as he sniffed your skin. Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes narrowing.

“Did you cum without me?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

“No,” you lied, trying to pull away from his grasp. But he was too strong. A growl rumbled from deep within him, a reaction to your lie. He could smell you. Harkonnen men were surprisingly gentlemanly and yet so, so primal in nature. The scent of your orgasm on your skin was certainly not one unfamiliar to him.

“Then you won't be too sensitive to cum right now,” he growled, his hand already making its way between your thighs. The men he was talking to quickly took their cue to leave, leaving you alone in the hallway.

You tried to protest, but it was too late. He had already pushed your skirt up and was fingering you roughly. You could feel your clit swelling and becoming sensitive, but he didn't seem to care.

“Push through it,” he commanded, his voice laced with possessiveness, his fingers moving faster and faster. You did as you were told, biting your lip to keep from crying out. But it hurt, and you couldn't help but squirm under his touch.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

With his right hand still playing with your pussy, he used his left to flick his belt undone. One handedly, he freed his already hard cock from his pants, lining himself up at your entrance.

His arms snaked around your waist, holding your body flush against his as he slowly pressed himself inside of you. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of him finally filling you up, like that itch was finally being scratched. He gripped you by the jaw, pulling out of you softly before slamming back into you.

“I make you cum,” he growled, ��Me. Not you.”

“Understand?” He barked, pounding another hard thrust into you.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered, watching as he clenched his jaw in pleasure.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Yes, Feyd. You make me cum. Only you.”

“Good, darling, good,” he purred, lightly circling your clit with his thumb as he continued to fuck you, there, standing in the corridor.

His grip on your jaw eased, you took the opportunity to press your lips to his, in a burning kiss. You descended into a mess of moans and whimpers as he softly pressed his tongue into your mouth. His hips started to lose rhythm, your noises helping draw him closer to orgasm. He focused his attention on his thumb, rubbing your clit with the perfect pressure and pattern he'd come to learn so well for you.

“That's it,” he whispered to you. “Come for me.” And you did. With a scream he loved so very much, a gush of liquid spilled out of you. Marvelling at the sight in front of him, he continued to work your clit, watching as your squirt continued to stream from between your legs, his pants and boots sprayed with it, a puddle around both of your feet. Never having felt an orgasm so strong, your body threatened to give out as you shook and moaned, letting the last lingering bits of your orgasm out.

His strong arms held you up, as he continued thrusting. You felt his cock twitching inside of you, and with a low, strung out grunt, he spilled his black seed into you, fucking it as far into your pussy as he could. You clenched your walls around him the way he liked, milking him for all he was worth.

He pressed his forehead to yours, catching his breath. “Mine, darling,” he mumbled, slowly pulling himself out of you.

“Yours, Feyd.” You whispered, also still panting. Feyd looked at you, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction, an expression he had reserved for you alone.

“It is my job to make you cum. You do not take that away from me, do you understand?” He reminded you.

“Yes.” You nodded as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Good,” he kissed your cheek, “look at the mess you've made.” Your eyes fell to the floor, you blushed as you noticed the puddle you stood in.

“Go, get dressed for supper.” Even when he spoke softly there was still that harsh rumble in his voice. You obliged, heading back to your chambers.

At the dinner table, you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I love you,” you whispered in his ear, feeling his muscles flex in reaction to your voice.

He turned to face you, his eyes dark with desire. “I love you too,” he said, before standing up to pull your chair out for you to sit beside him.

A/N it’s currently 1am I got home from seeing dune part 2 about an hour ago but I absolutely couldn’t go to sleep without giving y’all something ;))

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 167 }

peaches.

husband!jinwoo sung x wife!fem.reader

{ i get the feeling, so i'm sure | hand in my hand because i'm yours | i can't, i can't pretend, i can't ignore you're right for me | don't think you wanna know just where i’ve been, oh… }

when you first married your husband all those years ago, you didn’t think that your life would turn into something extraordinary-

almost too extraordinary.

of course, jinwoo sung had always been the sweetest, most kindest man alive. upon meeting you in college, he had stolen your heart with that mysterious smile and strange, glowing eyes of his. the way his soft ebony locks of hair fell across his features along with the way his full lips was turned up in a sheepish grin was enough to steal your heart instantly.

when the man began courting you was when you realized that your lover could do things that many normal people couldn’t do.

for starters, he had a strange, dark aura that constantly surrounded him. those wispy shadows would catch your attention, and before your gaze could follow them for too long, jinwoo would grab your chin and distract you with a kiss-

(which unfortunately for you, worked every time.)

the more you spent your time with him, the more you began to realize that those same wisps that exuded from his form would ultimately surround you as well. you recall the first night you had seen them after working a late shift at the diner that was your job during that time. once you had clocked out and stepped into the cold, night air, you swore you saw something shift within your shadow. curious as to what it was, you step closer to one of the streetlights, hoping that it would further accentuate your shadow-

only to nearly scream when you saw what looked like five pairs of glowing, purple eyes looking back at you. after the realization, you gasped and took a step back, suddenly finding yourself in someone’s arms, jinwoo’s happy voice whispering within your ear.

“hello, my beloved treasure. are you ready to go home?”

your head was spinning, looking at him, then back at your shadow to see it return back to its slender shape, glowing eyes all gone as your head began to spin. swallowing thickly, you turn around to hide your face within his chest.

“hm, what’s wrong, sarang?”

“it’s nothing.”

maybe you were just tired, that’s all. you didn’t want to worry jinwoo and tell him how you saw glowing, purple eyes staring back at you.

perhaps you should take his advice and stop working such late shifts after all?

instead, you ignored those feelings of suspicion, simply cuddling closer to jinwoo as he walked back with you to your shared apartment (completely missing his sigh of relief when you didn’t bring up his soldiers seen in your shadow.)

you didn’t know why you ignored all the strangeness surrounding your beloved boyfriend, but perhaps it was due to the fact that he was such a walking green flag that you truly didn’t care nor mind.

ultimately, he was the best thing that ever happened to you, and who were you to give him up so easily?

after years spent dating, jinwoo finally proposes to you at the ripe age of 27, with you accepting his proposal within seconds. you recall basking in his sweet kisses before proceeding to make love with him the night of his proposal, further cementing your promises of forever with him.

after your marriage, you didn’t think of such weirdness ever again… choosing to simply ignore the shadowy wisps as you correctly guessed that they were meant to protect you-

however, it all reached a boiling point when your son, suho, reached his first birthday and began floating across the dining room table. your eyes go wide, seeing him glowing as the shadowy wisps surrounded your baby boy. he had gotten upset when you didn’t let him eat his birthday cake. one moment you were telling suho to wait for his papa, and the next he was floating above you with pieces of his cake clutched tightly within his tiny grasps.

jinwoo told you he had some work to do at the station, but you were too panicked to wait for him to come home tonight. in your anxious state, you called him right away, feeling grateful that he answers on the second ring.

“hello love-“

“jinwoo…! suho is… he’s floating and the shadows are trying to help him down… but he’s not coming down!”

you follow your child in hopes of catching him if he ever decided to come down, hearing jinwoo shift around a bit on the other line.

“don’t worry, sarang… i told you that i know how to fly, too, right?” amusement was heard in his voice, and you felt a sense of pure annoyance flooding your veins.

“you most certainly have not told me such things! and i expect a full explanation when you come home!”

“wait, my love-“

“and i mean everything, jinwoo sung!”

you hang up the call quickly, watching as suho took a nose dive back into your arms. filled with a sense of relief, you felt your son smear his cake all over your blouse and take a step back-

only to detect the faint scent of your husband’s cologne as his powerful arms were felt wrapped around you.

“how do you manage to do that?” you hiss at him, eyes weakly glaring at him when he holds you even tighter to his chest. again, he had appeared when you needed him the most.

“later, my love… i’ll tell you later… first, let’s celebrate our suho’s precious birthday.”

“bah!!!” suho’s eager cries for his father makes your heart melt, easing your anger just the tiniest bit. you pout while transferring suho into jinwoo’s arms, snickering when your son manages to smear even more bits of frosting and cake against his turtleneck sweater.

the next few hours were spent with you finishing up dinner and celebrating suho’s first birthday with his lopsided cake. never wishing to remain too far away from you or suho, jinwoo settles your form on his lap while you held on to suho, cleaning the crumbs of his cake off of his mouth as your husband cuddled close to you and your son.

when nightfall came and jinwoo helped put suho to bed in his crib, you stayed close by with your arms crossed over your chest. when he shuts suho’s door, his solemn, grey eyes meet with your gaze. you gesture at him to follow you out into the balcony, and he does so while wrapping a hand around your waist.

you slide open the glass door and close it, speaking in hushed tones so as to not disturb your neighbors. “i turned a blind eye to many things when it comes to you jinwoo… solely because i love you so damn much.”

he hums, holding you tightly in his embrace while momentarily looking at the skies.

“from shadows that seem to surround me to your strange glowing eyes-“

“we have a history together, my love.” jinwoo interrupts you, not looking away from the sky.

his words make you look up at him. “obviously, we do. we’ve been together since the start of college.”

“no… before that. way before that.”

taking advantage of his strength, he turns you around so that you were now facing him. his eyes glow that same, startling hue as his hands gripped at your shoulders tightly. “if you wish to know the truth, the whole truth, then say the word. i’m no longer the coward i once was… i’m certain i can keep you by my side regardless of what happens.”

you let out a shaky breath before giving him a nod as your final answer.

he brings you closer to him now, surrounding you within his powerful embrace as he kisses you fully on the lips. the shadows dance around you once more, as you saw a faint glow surrounding your form from beneath your closed eyelids-

and that single action alone was enough to pull the curtain away from your very memories.

there were gates and hunters… monarchs and monsters that threatened to destroy all of humanity…

and there was you and jinwoo…

a hunter with his healer…

all at once, you felt your vivid memories returning back to you, the onslaught of visions being too much to bear that you had a hard time discerning all of them. you end up falling against jinwoo, his arms being wrapped around you in a comforting manner as he prevented you from slumping against the ground.

your head was pounding, yet despite the pain, you manage to look up at him, seeing jinwoo with his eyes clenched shut as tears streamed down his face.

“i’ve been so alone- i’ve kept this burden of mine a secret for so long, and this may be selfish of me, but- i’m truly so happy that you know.”

you shake your head and push through the pain, leaning up to kiss him deeply as he delves his fingers into your hair. as the full moon shone brightly against your entangled forms, you knew that jinwoo had always been your soulmate from the start.

as you spend the following years in marital bliss, you gave suho a little sister named sera, a precious little girl who held both yours and jinwoo’s features while having your eyes. even at such a young age, suho swore to protect his little sister while allowing jinwoo’s shadow soldiers to surround both of them.

yet there was a growing concern between you and jinwoo when it came to your children. after all, jinwoo wanted both suho and sera to live a relatively normal and peaceful life, forcing him to lock away their memories pertaining to the powerful nature of their father (a power that they were sure to inherit someday.)

after jinwoo had erased your children’s memories, you spent the night in your children’s room comforting them, with beru crying while clutching on tightly to suho’s drawing depicting beru holding hands with both him and sera. as the former ant king leaves the room, you whisper to jinwoo.

“will you leave them in the dark forever?”

he shakes his head, bringing you into his embrace while pressing a kiss against your hair. “no, not forever. they’re both still too young… and i’d like to give the fruits of our love some happiness… after all, being children of the shadow monarch is no easy burden to bear…”

you hum in agreement, moving your head so that you could meet his lips in a searing kiss. regardless of what the future would bring, you swore to always remain by jinwoo’s side, all while protecting and raising your children…

“mom, if you keep cutting the cucumbers too much, it’ll be like baby food.”

you snap out of your reveries just then, looking down to see a 10-year old sera looking up at you with an innocent expression. you giggle and pick up the slender girl, allowing her to sit on the counter as you placed the cut cucumbers into a bowl for tonight’s kimchi.

“thank you for helping your mama.” you smile and brush your lips against your daughter’s forehead, earning a giggle from her.

“mama, where’s oppa…? it’s getting late.”

you purse your lips, looking up at the clock to see that it was 6:45pm… sera was right. usually suho would come home from school at around 3pm with your husband joining later around 8 to 9pm.

“my queen, do not fret, for your husband and young monarch are here…” tusk whispers in your ear, making your eyes widen in response.

as if on cue, the door was heard opening, with jinwoo carrying an unconscious suho in his arms.

“oppa!” sera calls out to her brother, jumping off the counter to meet with her father, “papa, is he okay? is oppa hurt?!”

jinwoo chuckles, ruffling his daughter’s hair with a fondness. “your oppa is fine, he just has a little headache. how about you keep him company until he feels better?”

sera gives him a determined nod, following jinwoo into suho’s room when you decide to put all of the ingredients for tonight’s dinner back into the fridge.

after all, jinwoo had a lot of explaining to do.

while waiting for jinwoo’s return, you poured him an ice cold glass of lemonade, filling it to the brim and offering it to him when you felt his arms suddenly encircle around your waist a couple of minutes later.

“thanks, honey…”

you face him, watching him drain the entire glass within seconds.

“where’s sera?”

“staying by her brother’s side until he wakes up. i told her to keep a close watch on him, he should feel better when dinner’s ready.”

you nod and lean against the kitchen sink. “and… just what did you do?”

you take a moment to admire him, feeling a sense of womanly pride filling you at the fact that he was your husband. despite how it was clear that jinwoo had aged, with slight wrinkles against the corner of his eyes and corner of his lips, he still looked as handsome as the day you first met him-

perhaps even handsomer than before.

settling the empty glass to the side, he wraps his arms around your back. “i was testing him, to see if he was ready to fully inherit my abilities. i even made a system for him to help level up as well.”

you hum and sway back and forth in his arms. “and…?”

jinwoo scoffs, “he is far from ready… filled with overconfidence and a cockiness that’s seen in all teenagers his age. suho has been too spoiled, never once facing the dangers or the fear of death… and such inexperience could lead to his downfall.”

your husband’s words manage to earn a laugh from you. “weren’t you just as cocky back then, too?”

jinwoo rolls his eyes, playfully taking your hand before gently biting down against your fingertip. “there’s a difference between fighting to protect what matters and when to stop when victory cannot be achieved. suho has yet to learn that."

he sighs when he sees the concerned look in your eyes, bringing you closer to him as he presses a lingering kiss against your forehead. “i just want him to be able to protect himself and sera if anything were to happen to us… and at the moment, he’s not ready to receive the full gift of my powers just yet.”

you let out a hum and rest your head against his chest. “our babies are growing up so fast… it’s crazy how far our family has come. i trust you and your judgement, jinwoo. because regardless… i’m so happy that i was able to be the mother of your children.”

“and you have no idea how happy i am to be the father of your children.”

after spending a few extra moments sharing kisses, jinwoo smiles down at you while framing at your face with his two hands.

“how about we order some fried chicken with all of our children’s favorite side dishes… as a treat and an apology for scaring our son?”

you giggle and roll your eyes at your husband and his playful smile, feeling your heart become alight with pure love for him-

praying that such bliss with him and your precious kids will last for forever and a day…

{ done being distracted | the one i need is right in my arms | your kisses taste the sweetest with mine | and i’ll be right here with you 'til end of time. }

a.n. - i was so desperate to write for hubby!jinwoo, and i’m so happy at how this turned out 🥹 i apologize for any errors, since i wish to get this posted asap!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[bunicate]

rambling abt diluc’s relationship with his sister from the maid, adelinde’s pov ♡ im pretti sure dis was an ask I received on my old blog too ! !

adelinde didn’t have much expected of her besides her daily cleanings and the occasional rotation of taking out the trash, but recently she’s been burdened with the task of looking after you.

you’re a troublesome girl to tend to.

she would never say it out loud or let her feelings show, but master diluc had you spoiled rotten. you were the only one allowed to disturb him in his study and demand the most menial things for the sake of his attention. 

you're often half-naked and oversleeping when you weren't bothering him.

she frequently dresses you, and brushes your hair so you could look presentable in front of your brother, and you would insist on only the shortest dresses and skirts. or flat out refuse to have your blouse buttoned all the way. she wouldn’t dare to speak out of turn, but your bosom was nearly visible at all times. 

she doesn’t acknowledge her master's subtle glances towards the swell of your chest, or his hand that rests too closely to your bottom.

you both were closer than most siblings. that she knows, the other maids all witnessed it but wouldn’t speak of it lest their master would catch them.

it was an enjoyable job, and it would be a shame to lose it because diluc caught their loose lips flapping away.

adelinde was quick to regard the interactions as siblings who simply cherished each other.

although you’re a handful, you’re also sweet and thoughtful, and she could see why diluc treated you as such. she often helps you clean up your messes from making strawberry tarts, and other little gifts that you give diluc. by the end of the day, you’d be exhausted, and each time she’d lay a blanket over your slumbering body when you waited up late for diluc.

she’d watch you until she’s interrupted by her master's arrival. 

“thank you, adelinde. you may go for the night. i’ll take care of her from here,” he’d say.

like routine, she’d bow.

“well then. goodnight master diluc.”

she would watch him slowly collect your body within his grasp, gentle enough not to disturb you from slumber. 

he’d pull back the hair that obstructs your face and adelinde could never forget the look of utter tenderness that seeped into his visage.

a certain kind of love unbinds the furrow of his brow and eases the tension in his broad shoulders. his figure would then disappear into your room, and that would be the last she saw of you both for the night. 

the next day when adelinde knocks on your door to come in, and you’re already awake.

your pajamas are revealing as always. a skimpy underwear and a strapless cotton top. your hair covers it, but she makes out the bruise on your neck, and she ignores it.

she tries not to appear uncomfortable when you walk downstairs in the same attire and diluc don't even seem phased. he just puts you on the kitchen counter, feeding you blueberries for breakfast.

touches and the palatable air isn’t enough to jump to conclusions, but she supposes she no longer had a choice anymore when she mistakenly walks into the living room and witnesses such a sweltering kiss.

her master trails his hands on the cheeks of your butt, groping the flesh while he buried his tongue in your mouth. 

adelinde is stunned at the sight. her master was kissing his little sister. 

a sensation she’s unfamiliar with runs down her body. his tongue is so much larger than yours, wrapping around your smaller one, swallowing your breathy cries. his hands cup your face, and it’s then she realizes how large those gloved fingers really are.

carefully, she watches them trail downwards, slipping into his pants to pull out his thickening and leaky member. 

adelinde , felt fear and a tinge of arousal.

he was going to insert his cock between your folds. your pretty silken folds, that sweltered with lust. his dick was hard and angry, and your body looked too perfect — too delicate to be touched.

adelinde licked her lips as diluc entered inside of you. your back arches and your tits jiggle from the comedown of his hips. he fucks into you at a rapid pace, and the sound of wetness on his cock destabilizes the maid's ability to react appropriately.

the moistness is audible between the slaps of skin and the loud cries.

the sheets darken with sweat and cum. your skin is bitten and then kissed, and your moans reverberate in the same room.

the air is hot and sticky and adelinde feels a knot in her belly. she quickly darts out into the corridor and begins to dread the following day. anxiety pricks at her skin at the fear of facing you both once more.

she knows that she’ll have to clean you up in the morning and face the dark truth about her master and his younger sister.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Promise

Horror masterlist - Masterlist - Misc. masterlist

RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Words: 1296

Warnings: strangely none (considering that it's a Myers oneshot^^)

Notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 months now and I still feel weird for posting it, I personnally don't like this oneshot but maybe someone out there might enjoy it, so here you go 😊

Summary: you seem to be the only person who's able to communicate with Michael

Reader: short female reader in mind, but no specific descriptions are used

"These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light."

Those were Doctor Loomis' words about the most feared patient within Smith's Grove Sanitarium and everyone agreed...everyone except you. That's why you found yourself in the middle of the observation room, with Michael towering over you. You were waiting for the doctor to arrive, alone except for the guards outside who kept a vigilant watch on the two of you through the door's window. You should have been afraid of him but you weren't as you were probably the only human being within these walls who saw something else within Michael's eyes, a bittersweet sadness you were all too familiar with. You gestured for him to sit down, he hesitated for a moment before complying. Even while sitting, he still loomed over you, so you approached him cautiously, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"May I touch it?", you asked in a soft voice, settling yourself in front of him while pointing at his mask, "I promise I won't remove it. It's just...beautiful...and I'd like to get a closer look."

His icy blue eyes gazed at you, displaying a faint hint of contemplation, yet without uttering a single word or making any movement. You waited patiently, but since there was no response after a minute, you made the decision to proceed. Your delicate fingers grazed over the papier-mâché mask, brushing away a few strands of his long blond hair and delicately tucking them behind his ear. His breath hitched the moment you briefly touched his skin and a grin spread across your lips. Your hand now found his head, patting it sweetly while humming a happy melody. His breaths grew heavier and his head tilted, leaning in against your touch. Your gaze shifted from his disheveled hair to his eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in the dilated pupils that slowly engulfed the blue around them. Beneath the darkness of murder and madness, there still existed a little boy who longed for love, family, or even just a simple human connection.

"Nurse!"

The metallic clanking of the opening door and Loomis' voice startled you and your hand instinctively retreated as your eyes wandered to the doctor.

"You're needed elsewhere, I'll take it from here", he said softly yet assertively, taking a seat in front of Michael.

As you tried to turn around, you sensed a firm grasp on your wrist. Michael's fingers were wrapped around it tightly, keeping you in place as his pleading eyes found yours. Despite the intensity of his grip and the fact that he had already taken the life of a nurse, you felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility. Leaning closer to him, you gently attempted to pry his fingers away from your wrist.

"I'll be back as soon as I can", you whispered, a smile gracing your lips, "I'll drop by your room if it's too late, I promise."

Finally, he released his hold on you, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes, his hand rising slowly to wave at you. It didn't feel right to leave, but there was no other choice. As the door closed behind you, you stole one last glance through the window, your heart heavy at the sight of Michael's lingering gaze while Loomis scribbled something down in his notebook almost frantically.

It was finally the end of your shift but as you changed out of your uniform, your thoughts drifted back to Michael, the commitment you had made hanging over you like a menacing shadow. Hanging the uniform in your locker, you made your way through the hallways.

"Aren't you supposed to be home by now?", Cruz asked, mopping the floor around Michael's room.

"Yes but I made a promise", you replied, offering him a polite smile as you paused at the door, gently knocking and waiting.

Despite not being alone, the hallway felt eerie. The dirty white walls seemed to stretch out into an infinite torment as your gaze wandered down to the floor, all the way to the end. A sudden thud at the door made you jump, eyes darting towards the barred window where you discovered Michael peering back at you through his mask. As your heartbeat calmed down a bit, the corners of your mouth turned into a gentle smile and you placed a hand on the side of the window.

"See? I promised you I'd be back."

Cruz chuckled and stepped up beside you, slowly unlocking the door.

"Be careful", he whispered, twisting the key in the lock, "he's dangerous but I still believe it would be more personal and easier to greet him without the barrier of a solid metal door. Saw you two this afternoon, I believe it'll do Mikey some good, if you're good to him, he's good to you...in his own way."

With an encouraging smile, he pushed open the door and stepped aside. Michael remained motionless, his eyes fixed on your form as you cautiously entered his room. A gasp escaped your lips when you beheld the walls adorned with the many masks he had crafted over the past fifteen years. It felt surreal, like you'd just fell into another, darker, realm of mysteries and twisted wonders. Tentatively, you took a few steps closer, running your fingers along one of the masks hanging just above his desk. It stood inbetween all the colours as jt was painted all in white with cut-out eyes and a subtle dark gray line at the bottom resembling lips while the top was made of different black papier-mâché strands which gave the face less of a creepy and more of that weird out-of-bed hair look, eliciting a small giggle from you. Before you could react, a hand reached over your shoulder, plucking the mask from the wall and presenting it to you. You took it, careful to not damage it and turned around, your fingers nervously toyed with the loose coloured paper strands.

"For me?", you asked almost in a whisper.

Michael simply nodded and walked back to his bed, sitting down on the edge. You weren't sure if you should say or do anything else. The bond that was forming between the two of you was unusual and extraordinary. The silent killer and his nurse, an unexpected connection that blossomed like a foreign flower in the midst of a desert. 

"I...uh...need to get home now but I'll see you tomorrow", you offered him a smile, "and thanks for this. I love it and it'll get a special place at home."

You held up the mask before turning away, walking past Cruz who locked the door once again.

"I don't understand what it is with you but Mikey likes you, usually no one is allowed to touch anything in that room, not even me."

"Well maybe it's because I see a bit more in him than just the mindless killer everyone else believes him to be", you shrugged your shoulders, heading down the hallway with Cruz following behind you.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stop just as you were about to pass the last door of this floor.

"Whatever you see in him, don't forget what he has done", Cruz urged, "for your own sake."

The warden's words carried a subtle acknowledgement of the harsh reality, yet they were delivered with a touch of kindness. He seemed to be the only other person, apart from you, in this place who believed that there was more to Michael than just brutality and an unnerving silence.

Part 2 - Mask

[for-ests]

Fine Line: Gojo Satoru x Reader

summary: friends to lovers, gojo is in love with the campus doctor, and can't hide it any longer. lovesick gojo is my favvveee<3 wc: 4.4k warnings: fluff then SMUT ^^

Once again, Gojo was in your office in the middle of the night.

"What time is it?" you asked, borderline scolded, but refrained from rolling your eyes. After every mission, he would make an excuse to find his way onto your hospital bed. And every single time, he had nothing more than minor scrapes and bruises but would always insist you look over him "just in case."

"Late, I know." He looked somewhat guilty.

"Was this curse too strong for the students again?" you teased, reaching for your gloves but not bothering to put them on. One glance at Gojo, and you knew. You just knew he was there for a different reason. The white-haired sorcerer wasn't physically hurt. He rarely ever was. But now, his excuses to see you were becoming apparent to you and others.

"You could say that." He shook his head, forcing himself to release a chuckle. He was about to cross a very fine line, one that was established the day he met you. But he was only a man, and he needed to at least try and quell the need he felt for you.

It was internal, and Gojo felt like you were one of the only people who truly saw him and took the time to listen to him. After all these years of admiring you in silence, he still couldn't come clean with it. Every time he visited you, his heart twisted with an unquenchable yearning, feeling betrayed and played by fate. He was lost in a sea of emotions, unable to make sense of it all. Despite the turmoil of his everyday life, despite the responsibility that weighed on his shoulders, he found solace in your presence. 

Would it ever go away?

You were like a beacon in the darkness of his world. Your smile illuminated the space, radiating warmth and energy that seemed to chase away the shadows that clouded his mind. Despite having the attention of any woman he could dream of, he could not tear his gaze away from you. Why couldn't he leave you alone? Why couldn't he get you out of his head?

"Y/N, look at me," he called out softly, his voice warm and inviting. It was a desperate plea to draw your attention away from your surroundings and towards the turmoil that raged within his soul.

Catching the seriousness of his tone, you froze, setting down your prep materials. Your eyes carefully rose to meet his, and you almost gasped. Gojo, the strongest man you knew, was on the verge of tears.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, almost getting lost in the blue of his glistening eyes. It had always been hard for you to hold his gaze for long, as the intensity of his stare made you flustered. You often wondered if he looked at anyone else like this, talked to them like this, touched them like he had you.

Breath catching in his throat, Gojo saw the subtle hint of concern on your face—it was endearing. You seemed so beautiful and so caring, and it only added to his feeling of helplessness. 

Gently, he grasped your hand and placed it over his heart, letting you feel the rapid beat that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"I'm fine," he said quietly, a hint of vulnerability in his usually confident tone. "But can you do something for me?"

“W-what?” you asked, feeling his heartbeat, which was definitely faster than usual. The fabric of his shirt bunched between your fingertips. 

Gojo continued to hold your gaze; his grip on your hand was gentle but firm. 

"Can you... just sit with me for a moment? I need your company right now," he said, slightly hoarse. “I don’t wanna leave here again without saying what I really feel…” 

“Oh, okay.” You blinked, eyebrows creased as you joined him on the hospital bed. 

Your professionalism vanished as you noticed the glassy forlornness in his beautiful blue eyes. Sitting next to him, you leaned into his embrace. 

After a moment of silence, you asked, “Did something happen?” Your finger traced the outside of his palm to try to soothe him further. God… his hands were so soft despite how large and powerful they were.

Gojo let out a deep breath as he felt you lean against him, the weight of your body against his. It was perfect. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the comfort your presence provided. He opened his eyes again at your question and looked down at your joined hands. Friends didn’t touch each other like this, right? 

"It's...complicated," he said, his voice quiet after a moment. "I just... need a distraction from my thoughts right now. Your company is enough."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips at your comfort, one that sent a jolt of electricity through him. You had always been enough, and he had always loved you. Now, it was just impossible to ignore.

“Talking about it can be the best cure and distraction,” you whispered, faintly smiling back at him. “You know you can tell me anything, Satoru, I will never think of you differently.”

Those simple words from your lips were like a balm to his wounded soul. Gojo felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection filling his chest.

"You're too kind," he murmured, his voice low and heavy with emotion. "But this...this could change everything between us."

He raised his free hand and gently brushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

You sighed blissfully in response. Just the faintest touch from him flustered you. It was so tender, and you wanted more. You always savored any physical moment you had with him. God, you were so infatuated with him, and he didn't even know it.

Gojo's eyes followed the path his finger traced across your cheek, and he couldn't help but notice your reaction. He felt a pang in his chest as he saw the way your body responded to his touch, practically melting against him. Was there a chance you felt the same?

"You're blushing," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. He let his hand linger on your cheek, his thumb tracing small circles almost absentmindedly.

"How can I not when you touch me like this?" you responded breathlessly, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

Gojo's heart skipped a beat at your words, your sudden drunken response sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn't meant to affect you so much, but the sight of you so needy was an incredible feeling.

"I can't help it," he murmured, his thumb starting to trace the line of your jaw. "Your reactions are just too cute."

You felt like your heart was about to burst. He always looked so handsome, and you felt like an infatuated schoolgirl whenever he was around, whenever you two were alone. How immature of you; you were supposed to be working. But it was the best part of your day when you were tending to Gojo, which was far more often than you preferred. It also made you feel guilty. You didn't want him to get hurt, it was the last thing you ever wanted. You knew it wasn't normal for him to be touching you like this, for you to reciprocate in the same manner, as these actions crossed the boundary of just friends and coworkers. But maybe you were both more comfortable with this label, even if it pulled at your heartstrings. If Gojo had wanted you, he would have made that clear years ago, right?

Gojo was keenly aware of how you blushed and stuttered in his presence, filling him with a sense of satisfaction that he couldn't quite identify with. The power he had over you was intoxicating. But still, there was a part of him that wanted more, that wanted to cross the line you had set for yourselves.

As you sat there next to him, close enough for your thighs to touch, he found himself fighting the urge to reach out and pull you closer, to bury his face in your hair and breathe in your scent.

His compliment caused you to giggle slightly and glance away. But you didn't retreat from his embrace and only squeezed his hand a little tighter. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" you pressed again. "Why do you want me to distract you?"

Gojo's heart ached. He almost felt sick at how badly he wanted you to be his. But your insistence made it difficult to keep secrets, and refusing any of your requests felt impossible.

Still debating whether confessing was right, he hesitated momentarily before answering. "It's just... life," he finally said, his voice soft and low. "The weight of being the strongest. The pressure. The kids always looking up to me...It can be overwhelming sometimes."

"I'm sure it can be," you said, biting your lip slightly. "You often come here when you want a distraction." You glanced at the gauze and disinfection you had intended to use on his superficial wounds. "You pretend you're more hurt than you are physically. But you just want to vent to me, right?"

It was obvious, after all. Gojo could heal himself if he wanted to. You knew that, and so did everyone.

Gojo's shoulders sagged as he recognized the truth in your words. It was childish of him, possibly even cowardly. The pain he felt from battle was nothing compared to the ache in his heart whenever he was away from you.

He let out a sigh and nodded, his eyes meeting yours again. “You know me too well,” he said quietly. “But yes. I guess I just needed to talk to you. You make everything feel easier.”

"You should ask me to hang out with you more often," you chuckled. "I know we're both busy, but I can make time for you, Satoru. There's no need to pretend."

Gojo felt a pang of guilt at your words. You were right, he should have just asked you to hang out with him more often instead of resorting to these tactics.

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice soft. "I shouldn't have used my injuries as an excuse. I just...like having you around."

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. "Can I ask you something?"

Frowning slightly, you wondered if he had misinterpreted your words by the expression on his face. You didn't want him to feel guilty at all, if anything, you found his visits endearing. He refused to see any doctor but you, which instilled pride in your work. It had become a joke between your coworkers and you, all betting on whether Gojo had a crush on you.

"You can ask me anything." You set your free hand on his knee. You wanted to touch more of him so badly, not under the guise of treating his minor scratches and bruises.

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but relish the feeling of your touch. Taking a deep breath, he gathered the courage to ask the question that had been on his mind for so long.

"Why... why are you always there for me? Why do you treat my wounds no matter how small? I mean... you have others to look at... but you always come to me." He looked at you, his heart thudding in his chest as he waited for your answer.

"I guess you caught me, too." You blushed, feeling bashful and somewhat embarrassed that he noticed your antics. "Maybe I want to spend whatever time I can with a busy man like yourself."

Gojo's heart fluttered as you admitted to caring for him just as much as he cared for you. He had hoped it was the case, but hearing you confirm it felt like a weight had lifted off his chest.

He chuckled softly, using both hands to hold your face, so incitingly that you didn't even think to pull away. "You know you don't have to use my injuries as an excuse to see me, right? I always want to spend time with you, no matter how busy I am."

His reply was enough for you. You understood what he meant in his repetition of your own words. It was in how he touched you, how his eyes sparkled with relief. Nervously, your eyes flickered down to his lips. He was so close, and what you craved was only one movement away. But no, you wouldn’t kiss him first. You needed to have more restraint than this. 

“Is this your way of saying you like me more than a friend?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Your question was answered in the way his breath caught in his throat, in the way his gaze trailed down to your lips and back up to your eyes. He was mesmerized by you, drawn in like a moth to a flame.

"Yes," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do. I yearn to be near you more often than I dare to admit, I tried to resist but I can't anymore."

Gojo's heart thundered in his chest as your eyes widened in response.

“I feel the same," you said, your admission causing a shiver to run down his spine.

"You... you do?" he murmured, tilting his face a little closer to yours. He wanted to be closer to you, to feel your skin against his; holding your hand wasn’t enough. 

Your eyes flickered to Gojo’s lips again, your stare begging and pleading. The need for something more was evident. “I do.”

Suddenly, he felt emboldened by your words, his own feelings mirrored in your body language.

Gojo's breath hitched as he noticed the palpable desire in your gaze. It was physically impossible to resist any longer.

Leaning in, he closed the distance between you, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

“Fuck Satoru,” you practically whined, your eyes closing, lulled by his gentle touch and the inches that teased between you. “I love you, okay?"

Gojo felt a shudder run down his spine at the sound of his name on your lips, the desperation in your voice sending a wave of heat through him. You loved him.

With a low groan, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hand on your cheek gently tilted your head, allowing him to claim your lips hungrily.

Moaning into the kiss, you inhaled deeply, satisfied to finally taste him, to finally give in to your desires. One of your hands reached out and gripped his bicep, drawing him closer against your own body.

Gojo deepened the kiss further, a thrill shooting through him as he felt the heat of your body even through his clothes, and it fueled his need for more.

His tongue traced your bottom lip, demanding entry to your mouth, as his other hand trailed up your hip, grasping with need. A low moan escaped him as he tasted you, feeling you submit to his tune, his body responding to your touch like a taut bowstring.

You were on the verge of shuddering, desire pooling in that oh-so-dangerous spot, the part of you that might lose all sense of control and decency. Your feelings for Gojo were intense and had been for some time. You still couldn't believe this was happening. Anything he wanted from you was his to take. Anything to make him feel better. 

One of your hands rested against his neck while the other ran through his white locks, refusing to let him go, wanting him to touch you further. Nobody else was in the office, it was just the two of you. You were so starved of affection from the one you desired the most, that you would take any moment you could get.

Gojo seemed to realize at the same time, and he couldn’t control himself as he picked you up and brought you over to rest against your desk. With one hand, he swiped the belongings off and onto the floor, gently guiding you until you were on your back, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

Hungrily, he kissed you again; his own body was on fire as you giggled at his erratic, desperate movements as if he couldn't get enough. It was as if he wanted to worship every part of you now that you’d given him permission.  

"Y/N," he whispered against your mouth, his voice rough with need. "I want you. More than anything. I love you too."

"T-take me..." you whimpered, staring deep into his eyes as your lab coat fell loosely around your shoulders. To see him so desperate for you, the yearning of his tone and the affection in his glacier-blue eyes was all it took for your own restraint to fade away.

An almost primal hum of approval vibrated in his throat. "Right here?" he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "On the desk?" His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his body pressing yours against the cold wood of the desk.

Nodding furiously at how hot this would be, you nodded to the door. "I don't want to wait any longer," you whispered seductively, reaching out to brush your delicate hands against the growing tent in Gojo's pants. "And I don't think you want to either."

Gojo let out a shaky breath at your coyness. His control was fraying quickly, and he knew this was a battle he was going to lose.

Nodding, he reached for the light switch, plunging the office into semi-darkness. He then moved to the door, locking it with a decisive click. When he turned back to you, his eyes were dark with desire.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, stalking back towards you. 

You spread your legs back apart, hooking them around his waist once he reached your awaiting embrace. Grasping his face, you pulled him back on top of you. "You made me wait too long for this," you teased, though still strained with a yearning he only noticed through subtle hints throughout the months, almost a year, that you’d known each other. It had been in your eyes, through quick glances, but never in your words.

Just the sound of your voice and the longing within it made him shudder. 

He pressed his bulge against your core, his hands sliding up under your shirt. "I wanted you this whole time," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how much I want you." His lips moved to the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point.

Sighing blissfully, your hands found their way back into his hair, holding him against you as if he would escape, as if this was only a dream. 

"What took you so long?" you mumbled, slightly dazed, then gasped as Gojo's fingers hooked the band of your bra. You shrugged off your lab coat, following his lead as he lifted your undershirt and bra over your head and tossing it behind him quickly before his hands reached for your breasts. The cold air swirled around your nipples and you bit down on your lip. It was shocking to finally be naked in front of the man you’d craved since the moment you met. "S-Should have made me yours a long time ago," you whispered, gazing up at him with a sudden shyness.

“Maybe I was too stupid and scared to realize before,” he practically groaned, immediately latching his mouth onto the swell of your breast, his other hand pawing gently at the other. With your nipple still pressed against his pretty pink lips, Gojo’s eyes gazed into your own. “How can I make it up to you?”

Your chuckle morphed into a moan as his tongue swirled around your chest, a devilish smirk upon his face, your reactions stimulating him further. 

“T-this is working….” you gasped, one hand steadying yourself against the desk while the other reached for his pants, beginning to tug them down. 

“I think you should be my girlfriend,” Gojo said somewhat nonchalantly as he broke away, curling his hands around your pants and shimming them down your legs. “That would make everything better-” he bent down between your spread legs and pressed his lips against your covered cunt, inhaling deeply. 

“Don’t you think?” he asked with glossy eyes and a heavy, lustful stare. “Not sure if I wanna share you.” 

“You can ask a bit more nicely…” you teased bashfully as he pulled your panties to the side. 

“Please, Y/N…. please please be my girlfriend, I promise it's worth it. I’ll give you the world, I’ll make you feel so good, better than you ever have before.” 

Though it was dim, you could see the smile on his face and sincerity in his eyes. It felt right, as it always had. 

“You promise?” Your whisper was desperate, not just for his body but also his heart. You didn’t just want him to give you the world; you wanted to share yours with him. 

His thumb ran over your protruding, bottom lip. “I promise, Y/N. I’m so in love with you, please let me show you.” 

“I love you too, Satoru.” 

And that’s when his tongue finally lapped against your slit, a groan of satisfaction vibrating against your core. How desperate he was, how sloppy, but it worked. It worked too well, and you were already coming undone from how gentle he was with your clit, the smooth circles edging you closer and closer, opening you up and preparing you for the utmost pleasure. How sexy you were, splayed across your own desk for him, just like the way you were in his dreams, when he would spend all night longing for your calming presence, fantasizing until he worked himself into an orgasm. 

You moaned and whimpered for him, because of him, and he felt his cock about to burst just from the sight of you, from tasting you.

And after your first orgasm, Gojo leaned forward and captured your lips with his, stifling your moans so only he could hear. His name upon your lips, begging for more, begging for all of him. 

Heavenly, you were, and it was all for him—something Gojo would have never predicted. Yes, he was skilled, and yes, he was the strongest, but you were the only person to ever make him feel alive. When he said he loved you, he meant it. 

And you allowed him to finally nestle his thick cock where it was desperate to go. 

“Satoru! Ahhh….” You threw your head back at the sensation, back arching within the same movement, unprepared for how thick and commanding he would be. You closed your eyes for a moment, only feeling, only touching, only relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his rapture, his passion, his love.

“S-so big,” you whimpered, gripping the edge of the desk in bewilderment, eyes squeezing shut from the intense pressure that filled and stretched you completely. "Fuck!" Was all you managed to sound between erratic moans, only wanting to feel him, latching onto his biceps for support, bodies pressing against the other in sync from the moment of consummation. Gojo sank into you until it was painful, until you were full of his twitching cock.

You were dripping, making it easy for him to thrust as slowly as he could, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for your command to take it even further.

“M-more…” you begged, not needing to repeat your demand before Gojo ravished you. Exhilarated by your moans, he gradually began to thrust harder, obsessed with how your body trembled, pleading for more, praying for all of him.

"Fuck Y/N, you're taking me so well." Gojo complimented in a strained voice. He was vocal, and you loved it, yet you couldn't find the time to reply between your cries of ecstasy, becoming increasingly crazed. You could almost sob at how vivifying it felt.

All this time, he wanted to be this close to you, and now that he was, he needed to immerse himself in your cries and whimpers, smell you, taste you, and be enveloped by you.

"Is this what you wanted from me this whole time?" he teased, and his voice was so electrifying that even though he was still thrusting while trapping you down, your back began to arch against the desk, flush against him.

Shivers jolted through your entire body as you nodded furiously. "Yes, Satoru, so bad-ah!"

The pounding came next, so deep inside you, feeling every inch of your walls, feeling every inch of your body. Gojo moaned loudly, caging you between his arms, angled perfectly and deeply. You couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes as he thrust into you over and over again. It was so passionate, and you were a mess. Your moans mixed in with his, and it was all-consuming, it was life-changing, it was love.

It was what you imagined and so much more.

"Feels so good!" you whimpered, feeling your abdomen flood with pressure again, tightening, burning.

Gojo felt you clench around him, your body shaking. Only a few minutes had passed, and he wanted to last longer, but he couldn’t. You were too pretty, you felt too good. “Fuck baby-” he moaned. “Gonna cum-” 

He pounded into you a few more times until you cried out, gushing around him so sweetly that it was hard to pull out, he didn't want to, but he did. 

With your chest rising and falling sharply, your legs shaking and twitching, Gojo released himself with a loud, strained moan. 

"Fuck! Fuck, I love you…” he exasperated, covering your abdomen with his seed.  It was euphoric, the best he’d ever had. He leaned forward over you, grasping onto the edge of your desk, his strength and the power of his orgasm caused him to snap the molding off, completely denting and splintering the corner of your desk.

“Satoru!” you gasped, propping yourself up on your elbows. 

“Shit….” He grit his teeth in embarrassment, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck before bending down and searching for the box of tissues he saw earlier. “I’ll buy you a new one I swear-” 

And then, you started laughing. “It was that good huh?” 

“The best,” he confirmed, cleaning you up the best he could so you could slide your clothes back on. His legs were still trembling, though, and shit, he needed more.

“I love you too.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. 

“Good enough to make you come back home with me?” 

“I would say perfect,” you smirked as he looped his arm around your waist. "Now I just wonder how much money Shoko is going to make on Monday..."

"What ever do you mean?" he asked with a goofy, lopsided grin, as if he wasn't close friends with her and unaware of the situation.

"She bet that we would get together..."

"Aww," he chuckled, looping your purse over his shoulder. "I'll double it since she believed in me," he said before whisking you away to his apartment, where the two of you immediately started round two.

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౨ৎ don‘t hate the player (pt 3)

꒰ ꒱ྀི synopsis: you don‘t want me? fine. the two of us can play that game.

the heartthrob of the campus had finally set his eyes on y/n. she was going to be his next victim, to fall for him and assume she can fix him moments before she finds herself ghosted. but y/n knew all too well…too bad she only captures heeseung‘s heart after beating him at his own game. that’s when she learns: don’t hate the player. hate the game.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆˚࿔ ᝰ.ᐟ

wc: 8204 (oops)

꒰ ꒱ྀི genre/warnings: bit of angst, fluff, cursing, yn gets drunk

꒰ ꒱ྀི an: the final part is here !! i hope you guys liked this series, i‘ve been busy asf with skl and lacking motivation so i‘m sorry this took forever :( it’s also kinda rushed TT anyway, i‘m working on more stories as we speak, and requests are always open 🫡

calls, texts, and late night facetime between yn and heeseung became the norm for the week up until their date.

to yn, this was all still part of her elaborate plan. at this point, she no longer cared if heeseung was playing around with her or not. because as long as she got to cut him off first, she would win.

friday night before the date, yn and heeseung were once again on facetime, not a single moment being awkward between them.

yn was in her dorm kitchenette, looking for a midnight snack after studying for the past three hours.

"there‘s nothing in here…" yn sighed. "i thought karina would go shopping…"

heeseung chuckled as yn slammed shut the practically empty fridge. "you hungry?"

yn nodded, holding her hand to her stomach. "no shit, that’s why i‘m in the kitchen…" she laughed.

yn could see heeseung stand up from his laying down position on his bed before he spoke up. "i‘m getting you something then." his tone left no room for arguing.

"like…food? heeseung you don’t have to—"

"no, yn. i can go to the store and buy you sushi real quick and drop it off. you need to eat." heeseung‘s voice was commanding, and he was already out the door and down the dorm hall by the time he finished his sentence.

"fine…" yn sighed. she placed her hands together and put her face close to the camera as she spoke timidly, "can you see if they have that roll with the salmon?"

heeseung chuckled. "of course i can. i‘ll see you in about 15, beautiful." he gave yn a small wave before hanging up, earning an eager smile from yn who quickly dashed back to her dorm room (that she thankfully had to herself because of karina staying with yunjin,) and brushed out her hair, and put on a bit of gloss. she didn’t bother changing out of her pajamas, not seeing a reason since heeseung just saw her in the oversized band tee and shorts over the phone.

within 15 minutes yn laid on her bed, scrolling through her pinterest feed when she heard an expected knock on the front door. in a swift motion, yn threw her phone across her bed and made her way towards the door, gliding across the wooden floors on her socks. she opened up, greeting heeseung with a big smile. he looked so…handsome, oddly. not in the way yn had always seen him as "attractive but not attracted to," but there was something like a magnet pulling her in, and she had to fight the urge to not push away.

heeseung’s black hair was slightly messy as if it had been ruffled and not fixed, and he stood in his black hoodie and dark gray sweatpants that nearly covered his feet that wore a pair of socks and black nike slides.

grasped in his left hand was a bag with food inside which he held up with a childish smile to show the shorter girl in front of him.

"yayyy my food!! come in…" yn spoke excitedly, bouncing slightly in anticipation as heeseung came in, setting the bag down on a side table by yn‘s bed.

"so excited to see your food but not me, huh?" heeseung teased, smirking in yn‘s direction.

yn didn’t look at heeseung and made her way towards the bag, straight away opening up the pack of sushi. "ew don’t say that. you sound like a pick me boy.." she laughed.

heeseung chuckled alongside her. "i guess you got a point…" he sighed mockingly. "that’s what every girl says…" he huffs, putting on a heavy sarcastic tone, shifting his body language to act like the archetype yn just described.

yn finally looked up at heeseung who had his toes pointed together and was hugging himself with a pout on his face, trying his hardest to not bust out laughing.

"ew!" yn exclaimed, hitting heeseung‘s arm, who finally broke character and hollered a laugh, ever so slightly stumbling back at yn‘s smack to his bicep. "you‘re so weird.." yn smirked, sitting down on the edge of her bed. she pat the spot next to her for heeseung to sit at. he joined her, sitting close but still letting a small amount of space between them.

weird..yn thought as she noticed. the heeseung she knew would have sat on top of her practically—and taken another chance to stick his hands down her pants. was he really a changed man? no—no he wasn’t…yn couldn’t give in to his gentleman act before he could give into hers.

"you look like a little boy.." heeseung snickered, ruffling yn‘s hair softly before fixing the strays that got messed up.

yn playfully scoffed. "just a part of my charm…" she popped another piece of sushi into her mouth. heeseung laughed quietly, a genuine smile spread across his face. "you’re cute, though.." he spoke sincerely as he grabbed a bag of chips from the bag of food he brought.

"yeah, i hear that a lot.." yn retorted in a mock arrogant tone, batting her long eyelashes.

"oh, and so humble too!" heeseung clapped back, his hand on his chest.

yn laughed, laying back against her headboard. "would you still like me if i had six toes on each foot?" yn giggled, bringing her sock covered foot up to heeseung‘s shoulder, poking him with her big toe. heeseung chortled, letting yn provoke him further. "sure. not like i gotta look at your toes all the time."

"what if i had super hairy arms and legs? or a unibrow?"

"i would. anything suits you. even a liam gallagher style unibrow and the body of a bear." he smiled softly.

yn slightly pouted, taken aback but still in an amount of awe at heeseung‘s sincerity. but as quickly as her demeanor faltered, yn regained her composure, not letting heeseung‘s sweet words sink in too deep.

"you really know how to sweet talk.." yn spoke, sitting up with her arms folded, a trace of skepticism in her tone.

heeseung shrugged. "it just comes naturally when i‘m with someone i like."

yn rolled her eyes before placing her last bite of sushi in her mouth, leaning forward to grab a can of dr. pepper from the bag heeseung brought.

she snickered as she leaned back to her previous position, opening her can of soda with a loud pop!

"you know my favorite soda?" yn smiled, bringing the can to her moisturized lips. heeseung nodded slightly. "yeah. you mentioned it a couple days ago on the phone." he gave her a slight smile. one that seemed shy, almost. like heeseung was timid all of a sudden. that was strange…heeseung was being strange. where was the cocky piece of work yn met a month ago?

yn just nodded back, bringing the soda back down on her table. she didn’t even remember mentioning her love for dr. pepper.

"let’s watch a movie," yn almost blurted, changing the subject. "sit up here." yn tugged at the sleeve of heeseung’s oversized hoodie, making him crawl over next to yn. the girl draped a blanket over the two of them, letting herself grow comfortable with heeseung‘s company, any ounce of lingering tension melting away between them as heeseung’s toned arm draped around yn‘s shoulders loosely.

putting on the movie 27 dresses, yn and heeseung ate the snacks he bought and talked through it, making fun of characters and the plot of the story.

and as the movie continued on into the late hours of night and early hours of the morning, yn slowly drifted off to sleep, curling herself into heeseung‘s side, allowing herself to be cocooned between his arm around her and his torso.

heeseung felt yn‘s soft breath on his waist, and peered down to view the woman beside him, her hair perfectly splayed around her and the neckline of her big tshirt hanging around her shoulder, leaving her smooth, soft skin exposed to the soft light of the lamp beside them.

with a soft, affectionate smile, heeseung decided to not overstay his welcome and turned off yn‘s laptop that the movie was playing on, and gently sat up, adjusting yn‘s body so her head was resting on an actual pillow and not the mattress. quickly pulling out his phone, heeseung sent yn a text he knew she‘d see in the morning.

heeseung: hey beautiful, u fell asleep so i decided to let u rest. can‘t wait to see u on our date, sleep well 💓

heeseung tucked the girl in, leaving a feather light, lingering kiss to her forehead. he pulled back, gazing at yn‘s sleeping form with affection dancing in his dark brown eyes. this wasn’t a game to heeseung anymore. too bad yn wasn’t awake to realize it.

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afternoon approached, leaving yn in her habit of sleeping in until noon. stretching her limbs, letting the feeling of sleep wash over her, looking around to see heeseung was not there. she frowned, a little disappointed he wasn’t with her still, too tired to fight off the slight sadness that built within her, or question why it’s there.

reaching for her phone under her pillow, yn looked at her lockscreen, seeing a message from heeseung sent around 12 hours ago.

she quickly sat up, opening the text up snd reading the sweet words on her screen. a smile subconsciously spread across yn‘s face as her eyes darted across the grey bubble.

yn‘s fingers immediately started typing, her heart beating in rhythm of each tap her thumbs danced across her screen.

yn: awe, tysm heeseung that’s so sweet, i thought u ditched me at first lol 🙁💕 i can’t wait to see you tn 🫶

yn put her phone down, the feeling of warmth igniting inside her chest like a match being lit. as she rubbed her eyes, her phone started to buzz continually, and as she picked it up again she saw heeseung‘s name on the screen facetiming her. of course she picked up.

"missed me already?" yn giggled, rubbing her eyes as she turned off her camera, not wanting him to see her in this fresh out of bed state.

"awe, ynnn," heeseung started, his voice taking on a pleading tone, "turn your camera back on—i wanna see your face.."

yn shook her head despite him not being able to see her. "no, i look like shit heeseung. i just woke up—you‘ll see me later tonight in my prettiest state, yeah?"

heeseung shook his head. "i wanna see you now though. please! i will go crazy if i don‘t get my required fill of you today!" heeseung placed his hands together as if he were begging, lowering his head.

"you‘re so corny," yn laughed.

"only for the woman i want," heeseung spoke confidently, lifting his head back up in hopes yn turned on her camera.

with an eye roll yn pressed her camera button and revealed herself in all her morning glory.

her hair was uncombed and slightly tangled from the one side she slept on all night, and her efforts to finger comb all the knots. her t-shirt fell over her shoulder and she had slightly watery eyes from digging out a few morning eye boogers and a shine to her skin from all the oils that built up in her sleep. she was real, and she was beautiful. so so beautiful. especially to heeseung.

heeseung immediately snatched his phone with a quickness of flash himself and started to take photos of yn‘s fresh form, which startled the poor girl into tossing her phone across her bed.

"heeseung you‘re so annoying!" yn yelled, a wave of embarrassment and affection washing over her.

"oh but you look so beautiful!" heeseung stated with a firmness to his voice, like when you see a cute animal and you wanna smother it.

in this cute moment yn‘s door started to unlock and open, revealing karina in a disheveled state, her makeup from last night still on and her hair in knots and tangles.

"oh..you look like you had fun with yunjin.." yn giggled.

karina simply nodded. "yeah yeah…i‘m too hungover for this bullshit…" she sighed. "i‘m gonna take a shower…" karina spoke lowly as she dragged herself towards the spot where she keeps her shower supplies.

"oh, what‘s up with karina?" heeseung asked, his voice etched with concern.

yn shook her head a bit dismissively. "karina‘s always like this when she‘s hungover. she was out with yunjin all last night."

heeseung nodded, letting out a long "ohh" of acknowledgment.

yn grabbed her bag of bathroom essentials from behind her dorm door before making her way to the restrooms with a heavy sigh.

"i gotta get ready now, heeseung. i‘ll see you tonight," yn informed her date, adding a small pout.

heeseung chuckled. "okay beautiful. i‘ll pick you up around six, yeah? i hope you like what i have planned." he grinned sheepishly, attempting to hide his blush.

yn smiled softly. "i‘m sure i will. see you later heeseung."

"see you later, pretty."

with that, yn blew a small kiss before hanging up, no longer able to ignore the flutters in her chest.

she was falling for lee heeseung.

fuck.

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6 o‘clock rolled around, and yn was dressed to perfection. her upper figure was accentuated by a flowy short dress she wore over jeans, paired with a little pink cardigan and kitten heels. she looked like she jumped straight out of a shoujo anime. her skin was glowing in the light of the sunset as she double checked herself in the full length mirror propped against her bed. taking a deep breath, she turned to ask karina if she looked alright—but able to read her best friend‘s mind, a hung over karina beat yn to it.

"you look amazing. don’t listen to any doubts floating around in your cute little head." karina paused, her expression softening. "heeseung really likes you, you know."

yn‘s mouth opened to say something, but a wave of confusion stopped her. she could only slightly tilt her head, gesturing karina to continue.

"i helped him plan the date, yn. i told him all your likes and dislikes—anything i know about you, really." karina shrugged. "he was so nervous to impress you." she chuckled softly. "he wants everything to be perfect. and there’s one surprise he has for you that you‘ll love!" karina slightly squealed, clapping silently.

"oh..oh wow…" yn laughed to herself, taken aback at how heeseung was acting according to yunjin.

on cue, a few knocks were heard on the heavy door, signaling heeseung‘s arrival. yn slightly panicked, darting her head around from the door to karina, like she was frozen.

"what are you doing?? go answer!" karina whisper yelled, shooing yn towards the door.

yn said nothing but complied, her lightly trembling hand reaching for the doorknob, slowly opening the door, revealing heeseung‘s tall figure holding a bouquet of yn‘s favourite flowers. he was dressed in a dark blue button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows with his nicest jeans and dress shoes. he honed a nervous smile, outstretching his arm to hand yn her flowers.

"you look so beautiful," heeseung anxiously spoke, his grin widening as he saw yn gently take the flowers from his grip, admiring them with what heeseung could‘ve sworn was a twinkle in her eye.

"thank you heeseung.." yn spoke gently, her eyes raking in over heeseung’s form. "you look good too. really good." she blushed, looking down at the ground with a stupid grin. she quickly made her way over to her bedside table and sat the flowers down for a moment before she grabbed her half-full hydroflask water cup from her bedside table and placed the flowers in it, her tone nervous when she spoke up and faced heeseung again.

"i um…i‘ll get a vase soon." she cleared her throat slightly before walking back to her date. heeseung let out a light giggle at yn‘s actions, absolutely adoring the beauty that stood before him.

"let’s go, love." heeseung spoke softly, taking yn‘s hand before waving to karina. "she‘s safe with me," he said with a smile, earning a nod from the hungover girl. "have fun you two!" she called out after them before the door closed.

heeseung opened his black car door for yn, helping her get in before walking to the driver’s side and slipping in himself.

"do you like cat cafés, yn?" heeseung asked as he started the car.

yn nodded quite fast, growing more excited by the second.

"i love them—how‘d you know?" yn asked curiously, having a hunch karina told him.

heeseung turned to face yn. "i had some help from karina, if i‘m being honest."

yn smiled bashfully. "you went to her?" yn already knew this, of course. it was just satisfying to hear again how devoted heeseung was to this date

"yeah, she’s your best friend after all. i wanted to know everything about the girl i‘ve grown so fond of." heeseung shot yn an affectionate smile, momentarily playing with the ends of her hair before focusing back on the road.

the car ride was short and filled with conversation and playful banter between yn and heeseung. his hand would trace small patterns along yn‘s clothed knee, giving tiny tentative squeezes every so often.

"this is it…" heeseung trailed off with a small smile as he parked his car in front of the newly opened cat café. he unbuckled his seatbelt, about to open the door until he noticed yn doing the same. quickly placing a hand on her shoulder, heeseung softly tutted, shaking his head slowly side to side.

"wait in here. i‘m going to open your door, beautiful." heeseung tenderly spoke, getting out of the car and walking over to yn‘s side to let his beautiful date out.

as his bony hand pulled on the car door to open it, yn slowly placed her feet out of the black vehicle, her smooth hand becoming encased by heeseung’s larger one. standing up, yn‘s plump lips curled into a genuine smile as her eyes darted around the large building in front of her. her eyes landed on pastel yellow and baby blues all over the café‘s curtains and signs, and peering inside the large window she caught sight of people eating the cutest, most beautifully decorated baked goods and little cats in rooms people went inside to play with.

"let’s go in, huh?" heeseung suggested, his eyes full of adoration at yn‘s entranced state.

nodding, yn wore an excited grin on her face as she and heeseung made their way inside the café together hand in hand.

"welcome in! just the two of you?" asked a tall, slender woman with braids once yn and heeseung entered.

the smell of sweets hit yn and heeseung in the face upon entry, adding to the cozy atmosphere the café created. all the furniture were pastels of every colour and the lights were warm strings of fairy lights paired with dim overhead lights.

"yes, two." heeseung politely smiled, letting the hostess grab two menus. "follow me."

yn and heeseung followed the woman towards a table sat directly near the room filled with cats, the view when yn and heeseung turned to their right being a large window peering into the playful felines and the customers playing with them after eating.

"here are your menus, your waitress will be erica and she‘ll be here soon." the hostess spoke in a professional tone before making her way to the front of the café again.

"oh i don’t even know what i want…" sighed yn, her eyes moving rapid fire speed over the pastel menu.

heeseung gazed at yn for a moment, his brown eyes trailing along her top half, doting on the girl’s excited form.

"karina told me you like strawberries—they have stawberry cakes and drinks if you want some…" heeseung suggested shyly, slightly slouching in his chair, bashfulness overtaking him as he cheeks glowed a baby pink.

yn nodded, her tongue slightly poking out of her mouth at the suggestion, immediately turning pages in the menu until she landed on a pink section dedicated to everything strawberry. "oh my…" she mumbled to herself. "i‘m gonna order a strawberry shake and a large cheeseburger." yn spoke contently, closing her menu to face a chuckling heeseung.

"you‘re hungry, huh?" he teased, closing his own menu. yn patted her stomach with a nod in response.

"i‘m just gonna have the ramen." heeseung shrugged. "i‘m mainly here for the cats…i miss my own." he slightly frowned, his fingers playing with the edge of his menu.

yn softly gasped. "you have a cat too?" she exclaimed, resting her own hand on his. heeseung smiled at the thought of his baby kitty back at home.

"yeah—his name is jack. adopted him after watching titanic for the first time.." heeseung slightly cringed, taking yn‘s hand to interlock fingers, squeezing her knuckles between his thumb and forefinger gently, an unspoken gesture of his soft spot for her.

"nooo that‘s cute!" yn giggled. "my baby‘s named tofu because she‘s fat as hell."

heeseung let out a deep laugh, leaning closer. "when their belly swings when they walk…"

yn covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her chuckles, in that moment completely forgetting about her deal with karina, the night heeseung and yn first interacted, and his fuckboy ways. right now it was just them both, revealing their authentic selves to each other layer by layer, peeling away a piece of caution tape slowly with each interaction.

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yn and heeseung rushed to finish their food so they could hurry and visit the kitties in the room next to them.

entering, yn‘s jean clad leg was immediately greeted with a small grey cat with bright blue eyes nuzzling its cheek against her, purring ever so softly.

"awee, hi my love!" she cooed, bending down to pick up the little feline. "oh, aren’t you the cutest lil‘ thing?" yn uttered to the purring creature, holding it in her arms like a baby. she rocked the cat back and forth, slightly bouncing as if she were lulling an infant to sleep.

heeseung‘s heart fluttered at the sight of yn holding the little kitty in her arms, imagining it was a baby. yn‘s soft, maternal side shining through her sarcastic, walled up attitude struck a feeling of longing in heeseung‘s chest like a lightning bolt hitting a kite. he could imagine yn as a mother in this moment—someone he could be with for a long time. a feeling of belonging flooded heeseung‘s veins when he was with yn—something no one else has brought him. heeseung never thought of himself as the type of guy to settle down. he was easily described as an asshole to almost never fuck the same girl twice, and didn’t explore the dating scene. textbook fuckboy. but with yn, heeseung could envision himself in her world long term. and it was a feeling he didn’t want to fight.

"look how pretty her eyes are…" yn snapped heeseung out of his thoughts, her shoulder pressing against his bicep as she showed off her new friend in her arms.

heeseung beamed, showing his pearly white teeth. "she’s a pretty one, huh?"

yn nods, setting the little cloud of smoke down to sit by her, letting her new favorite cat in the room nuzzle all over her.

heeseung sat down with his date, wrapping an arm around her as the baby cat waddled over to him, curling up in his lap.

he gave a small pout, scratching the top of the kitten‘s head.

"awe, she likes you, heeseung," yn cooed, letting her hand run along the kitty‘s smokey coat of fur.

"we can be her parents," heeseung softly spoke, glancing at yn for any approval or discomfort to his remark. but when yn grinned and nodded, leaving not a trace of disapproval, the feeling of relief washed over heeseung. "she can be our baby.." yn replied, leaning her head on heeseung‘s shoulder. tilting his head to peer at yn, heeseung gently smiled before planting a tiny, innocent kiss on yn‘s head, sending a small shover down her spine. not moving, yn‘s lips formed a grin at the small gesture, a mix of fond affection and satisfaction her plan was being carried out perfectly swirling in her chest.

"you like karaoke, right?" heeseung questioned. "of course i do!" yn lifted her head from heeseung‘s shoulder.

"good. because now that it’s late enough…i want to give you your first experience in letting loose. instead of you staying sober and taking care of everyone…you have a chance to have fun for once."

yn raised a brow "promise you won’t roofie me?" she laughed.

heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. "wouldn’t dream of it."

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stepping out of the sleek car by heeseung‘s hand, yn was led into a bustling karaoke bar in the heart of the city. the bright lights and colours were a stark contrast to the blackness of night around them.

heeseung leaned in to bro hug an employee, saying something along the lines of "it‘s been too long" as yn stood, looking around the colourful establishment, hearing the muffled voices of other people singing their hearts out in nearby rooms.

the employee yn assumed to be a friend of heeseung’s turned to her, reaching out his hand for her to shake as heeseung placed his palm on the small of her back presenting her proudly. yn shook the dark man‘s hand, giving him a comfortable smile.

"yn, this is my good friend trey who‘s my connection here. and trey, this is yn, my date for tonight and hopefully a long long time after this." heeseung smiled, eyes roaming over yn‘s figure with a hint of longing.

trey shook the smaller girl‘s hand with a slight force due to his heavy handed nature. "it‘s lovely to meet a girl heeseung is finally putting himself out there for." he gave a charming, toothy smile.

yn‘s chest slightly at trey‘s words, nodding subtly as trey pulled his hand away.

"follow me, you two. i can get you a nice ass room and drinks…no id checks." try winked subtly, turning and motioning the pair to follow him to the back of the bar.

trey grabbed a key from his carabiner, unlocking a door towards the back.

trey unlocked the door, holding it open for yn and heeseung. yn stepped inside and heeseung hugged trey once more before doing the same—"i‘ll get ur drinks in a sec" spoke trey before leaving, allowing the door to close and leaving yn and heeseung inside of the colorfully lit karaoke room. there was an l-shaped couch in the middle against a wall lined with leds and a table in front of it set atop of a rug. on the opposite side there was a large tv and a stand for two mics, on screen a plethora of songs to choose from. the leds faded from pink to purple to blue and so on, creating an atmosphere that eased yn‘s nervousness away as she asked, "what drinks are we getting ?" heeseung smiled, sitting on the couch, resting his shoe clad feet on the table in front. "strawberry daiquiri. i heard you like them virgin but…i figured you could drink for the first time tonight, considering how karina went on about your desire to become wasted." heeseung pointed to the door, his tone becoming one of genuine care. "if you don’t trust me and wanna just drink a mocktail i understand th—" yn shook her head "no, i wanna drink. besides, if anything happens to me…i know who to blame." she grinned before making her happy way over to grab a mic and a tv remote, searching for a song as heeseung gazed with affectionate eyes, still laid back against the couch.

yn chose dangerous woman by ariana grande, clearing her throat as the guitar started, turning to heeseung with a smile. "wanna join?" heeseung stood up, sauntering towards the mic stand, grabbing the second microphone with his signature simper. "sure. i love ariana."

yn did most of the singing, heeseung mainly laughed at her off tune vocals and shaky high notes, making yn playfully shove him time to time.

and on cue as the song was coming to an end, trey slowly opened the door to yn and heeseung‘s room, bringing in a round of six strawberry daiquiris. "for the special girl," he teased, setting the tray down onto the table. he pointed to a red button right above the leather couch and said "if you need anything else, press this and i‘m on my way."

"thanks man, i owe you." heeseung said thankfully as he made his way to sit on the couch, yn following after him.

as trey left, yn stared at the drinks in anticipation, a small smile forming on her glossed lips as she sat beside heeseung.

"are you sure you wanna actually drink? you don’t have to" heeseung warned thoughtfully, placing a gentle hand on yn‘s shoulder.

yn nodded. "i want to. i‘m so sick of being uptight.." she spoke as she quickly grabbed a drink from the tray, taking a large sip, humming and eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction.

heeseung rubbed small circles on yn‘s shoulder with his thumb, tentatively watching the girl for any sign of discomfort. when he found none, he sat back, eyes glued to yn‘s satisfied form. "this is so much better with alcohol…" she giggled, lips pulling back from the straw for the first time, peering back at heeseung with flushed cheeks.

"just be careful, okay? don‘t drink too much at once."

yn nodded, taking another long sip at heeseung‘s digression. normally yn wouldn’t dare drink alone with a man, always being cautious of the dangers of that nightmare scenario. but heeseung made yn feel safe. of course being the smart girl she is, she‘s thought of the possibility that he could be harboring a false sense of security to take advantage of her. but when she searched into the depths of his dark brown eyes, she found nothing but a sense of genuineness. she decided in her sober mind heeseung was worth taking that risk.

downing one daiquiri after a few songs, yn let loose around heeseung even more, the boy being extra careful with her as if she were glass that could break if handled to harshly.

yn‘s cheeks were flushed and her smiles became wider and her laughs more giggly. it was clear after only two strawberry daiquiris, yn was officially drunk for the first time.

"oh yn…" heeseung sighed, laughing slightly. "how do you feel?" he inquired with a raised brow, lifting his karaoke mic as if he were interviewing the drunken girl.

"i feel like i‘m floating!" the girl exclaimed happily, a wide grin spreading across her flushed out face.

heeseung chuckled at yn‘s euphoric revelation, placing the mic down at his side as he reached out to place a lock of hair behind yn‘s ear, revealing the redness spread to the tip of it. heeseung made yn gave a small, endearing smile, lowering his hand to interlock fingers with her.

"taking you out has made me the happiest man today. thank you." heeseung‘s tone was sincere and affectionate, any ounce of selfish intentions with yn fleeting his body within this moment. those eyes that looked back up at him, the very windows to yn‘s soul becoming un-curtained before him, laying herself bare as she leaned in, standing onto her tip toes and placing a han on each of heeseung’s shoulders before cupping his face with a pout. "kiss me heeseung," she spoke, her words slurred and her eyelashes batting in her wasted state.

heeseung smiled softly as he peered down at the girl, taking his unoccupied hand to caress her soft cheek. "as much as i want to" heeseung started in a whisper "you‘re drunk. i‘ll kiss you once you ask while sober."

yn grinned ear to ear. "yay!" she pulled back, clapping as she jumped up and down. "that means you won’t take advantage of me…i didn’t really think you would but you can’t always be so sure…" yn slurred, struggling to walk towards the dark leather couch. attempting to grab another drink, heeseung quickly motioned over towards her, grabbing the tray and motioning it out of the way. "ah ah ah…" he started, tutting as he gently helped yn stand up straight. "you‘ve had enough to drink already. let’s get you taken care of, okay? you need water." he softly spoke, leaving yn to pout. "fineee dad," she scoffed rolling her eyes, poking fun at the slightly older male.

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heeseung drove yn back to his dorm, guiding her to the bathroom after she threw up all over herself and her nice clothes, getting some on the wood dorm floors. heeseung slightly gagged at the sight of the pinkish coloured liquid on the floor and the smell of strawberry daiquiri mixed with stomach acid all over yn, but he pushed through his discomfort and helped yn stumble into the dorm bathrooms.

holding yn‘s hair back into a ponytail, yn stood bent over the toilet before falling onto shaky knees, vomit emerging from her now chapped lips. yn‘s knuckles were now white from the grip she held onto the sides of the toilet, her knees as red as her face, blackened tears from mascara streaming down her cheeks from the heavy pressure built up in her head.

"there you go…let it out, yn. it’s okay…" heeseung softly cooed, his free hand not in yn‘s hair rubbed soothing circles on her clothed back.

yn finally pulled back with a heavy huff allowing heeseung to flush the toilet and grab yn a few squares of toilet paper, releasing her hair to wipe the girl‘s mouth carefully.

"you need to shower, yn…" heeseung spoke softly, helping yn to her feet. "wanna shower and change into my clothes?" heeseung questioned with a comforting smile. upon yn‘s nod, heeseung carefully led yn to his bedroom to grab potential pajamas, not wanting to leave yn in the dorm bathrooms alone and vulnerable.

sitting yn down on his roommate‘s bed, he dug through his closet in attempt to find an oversized shirt and his smallest shorts.

heeseung tossed a large grey tshirt next to yn alongside a pair of navy blue basketball shorts (whose drawstrings would definitely be tied) before turning his attention to her sitting form, gently tugging off her cardigan, setting it down on the floor.

"wait here…" heeseung urged, leaning down to open the drawers beneath his (clean freak) roommate’s bed in attempt to hopefully find some sort of cleaning rag.

spotting an old red cloth, heeseung grabbed it, gently patting and rubbing at the vomit on yn‘s upper half. "shouldn‘t have let you get so drunk..m‘sorry baby. i thought you’d be a bit of a heavier weight…" heeseung uttered in apology, earning a small smile from yn. "noo don’t be sorry…i‘m glad i could finally let loose.." she slurred with a drunken grin. yn continued, "i‘ve always had to be responsible and maintain some image…i hate it but it’s how i‘ve become over the years." yn sighs, about to fall back before heeseung‘s quick reflexes catch her.

"yn…" heeseung started. "i know i called you an uptight virgin when we met…and i did honestly think that of you. but getting to know you as the beautiful woman you are inside and out…you are so much more. and i can safely say the best decision i‘ve made in my life is understanding you. i might not fully right now—but i swear to you i will make it my goal to know you inside out."

yn‘s bottom lip quivered at heeseung’s sentimental testament, her hands reaching to touch his shoulders as her voice came out in a choked sob. "oh heeseung…"

heeseung chuckled. "don’t cry, angel. you won‘t remember any of this in the morning." his finger rested along yn‘s trembling lip. "maybe it’s for the better. i‘m not sure i‘ll ever be able to get over my reputation."

"no heeseung…i like you…" yn sniffled.

"yeah?"

"yeah…at least a little.."

heeseung leaned in to kiss yn‘s forehead, letting his lips linger, ignoring the smell of vomit.

"that‘s all i need to hear."

heeseung led yn back to the dorm bathroom, entering the shower area. "i‘m gonna help you change then i want you to take a shower, okay ?"

yn nodded.

slowly, heeseung assisted yn in sliding off her dress over her head, avoiding any of the vomit stain being able to come in contact with her skin.

yn unbuttoned her jeans next, allowing heeseung to help her pull them down. once she was stripped down to her bra and panties, heeseung looked away, wanting to still be respectful.

"i‘ll wait right here for you while you shower, okay?" heeseung spoke, facing away from yn and sitting on a nearby bench with his back toward the girl.

"okayyy" yn slurred, stepping into the bathroom after she fumbled with taking off her bra and underwear.

heeseung heard the water turn on and waited patiently for his girl.

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"heeseung, i‘m done !" yn shouted, turning off the water and leaning against the glass to support her drunken weight.

standing up, heeseung grabbed a towel from a nearby supply. "i have a towel for you.." he spoke awkwardly, handing the towel towards the shower door with his face turned away from yn‘s naked form.

"thank you…" yn spoke quietly, weakly taking the white towel from heeseung‘s grasp, struggling slightly to wrap it around her body before stumbling out of the shower. "i‘m done now!"

heeseung grinned. "let’s get you dressed and in bed now, okay?"

heeseung handed yn his clothes to change into, waiting patiently for the girl to slip them on. he took his hairbrush and sat yn down on the edge of his bed, sitting behind her to comb her wet locks. running his fingers through her damp strands after the brush strokes, heeseung found himself smiling at the way yn melted into his touch, like they were both content.

but heeseung‘s train of thought was cut off once yn leaned back against him, the dampness of her hair transferring onto heeseung‘s clothed chest, sending a shiver down his spine.

"i‘m tired…" yn slurred, turning her body to fit into heeseung‘s arms that instinctively wrapped around her.

"you can take my bed. i‘ll sleep in sunghoon‘s bed." heeseung spoke softly.

"no..i wanna sleep with you…"

heeseung‘s eyes slightly widened. "are you sure..? you‘re dr—"

"shh…" yn brought a finger to heeseung‘s lips. "if you really like me you can hold me and not try anything…"

heeseung nodded to himself. "okay, beautiful."

he held yn in his arms, leaning back so she was laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through her combed out hair. "thank you for letting me take you out, beautiful…i hope today was a start to many more days together. i really want to be with you."

upon no reply except the sound of yn‘s breathing, heeseung leaned slightly forward to peer down at yn who was now asleep, unable to hear a word of heeseung’s truth. he could only chuckle to himself.

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that next morning, yn woke up with a pounding headache, groaning as she tried to sit up, holding her head, only to find herself trapped in heeseung‘s embrace.

"what the fuck..?" yn whispered, absolutely puzzled as last night was a blur.

heeseung, ever the light sleeper, stirred awake, giving yn a tired smile. "morning beautiful…" his voice was sleepy.

"oh my fucking god." yn spoke harshly, forcing herself away from heeseung. "did we—?"

heeseung shook his head. "no, yn…we just slept. you got drunk so i let you crash here. i was gonna sleep in my roommate‘s bed but you insisted i slept with you instead."

yn, still holding her splitting headache, could only dart her eyes around heeseung‘s room before her eyes landed on her phone, which she practically pounced leaning forward to grab. she found a dozen of missed calls and texts from karina. opening their imessages, she read through them.

rina 🦖💕: yn ?? are u with heeseung still ??

rina🦖💕: yn it‘s midnight, wya ??

rina🦖💕: i might be overreacting but i‘m getting worried. plspls call me back

rina🦖💕: nevermind, heeseung just texted me you‘re with him. stay safe !!! 🫶🏻

yn sighed, typing out a message.

yn: i just woke up, i got drunk last night. i‘m fine, but i‘m coming home now

abruptly getting up, yn didn’t even bother to grab her old clothes before making it towards the door.

"where are you going ?" heeseung questioned, darting upwards. "i thought last time i asked you that i wouldn’t ever have to again."

yn turned around. "heeseung…i can’t do this. i can’t be one of your little bitches. i‘m sorry."

heeseung scoffed, coming closer. "one of my bitches? yn—do you actually think i‘d treat any of my fucking hookups the way i treat you?"

yn crossed her arms defensively. "isn’t this all to just win me over ?? to win me over and get me in your bed?"

"yn—you were just in my bed! if i wanted to fuck you i would have already! you are the first girl i‘m fucking serious about!" heeseung’s voice raised before he softened his tone again. "and probably the last, too…"

yn sighed. "i don’t want to be with a guy who’s never taken anyone seriously before! you won’t do anything right!"

"so that date—was that me not doing anything right??"

yn stayed silent.

"wow…okay…" heeseung rubbed his eyes before he started pacing. "you know what…just go. leave. if that‘s what you want just go…but i hope you know you threw out a man who truly wants you all because you have some trust issues. you might think you were some game to me but…i never even once saw you that way. and if you leave now…if you give up on us, i will never forgive you."

"then don‘t forgive me. but if you truly want me you‘re going to have to prove it. while i‘m fucking sober."

with those words, yn left heeseung‘s dorm, her heart besting like a sledgehammer in her chest.

in truth, yn was afraid. she knew she was catching true feelings for heeseung and her worst nightmare of being used and tossed away by a guy with a fuckboy reputation like him—it honestly sent a shiver down her spine.

she walked back to her dorm with unshed tears anf a heavy chest, slamming the door behind her once she approached home, startling karina and yunjin who were laying in karina‘s bed watching something on yunjin‘s phone.

"yn! you’re back—" karina cut herself off noticing the state of her best friend. "what happened? did that dickhead do something to you?" karina practically leaped out of bed to examine yn.

yn only shook her head, looking up at karina. "no…he was…perfect. too perfect."

yunjin got out of bed, standing next to yn with a manicured hand on her shoulder. "what‘s wrong then?"

yn sniffled. "i actually like him..like—more than i‘ve liked anyone else. i‘m just terrified i was another mission to him and not something genuine."

"so you ended it before anything could start?" yunjin asked.

"yeah, i guess."

karina pulled yn in for a hug, holding her best friend as she shed a few tears into karina‘s shoulder.

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another missed call.

another knock on the door that karina had to shoo away.

54 unread messages.

all from heeseung.

yn could only simply look at her phone, skimming over messages consisting of questions and pleas for yn to come back.

one day heeseung even had flowers delivered to yn‘s dorm room, with a note that read: for my beautiful girl.

of course yn smiled at the flowers, her chest clenched at the messages, but she couldn’t bring herself to trust heeseung.

especially after she spotted him talking to abby. his favorite fling.

after yn‘s english class, she was walking out of the building to meet up with karina and yunjin. as she was finished grabbing her phone from her bag, her tracks were stopped when her eyes were greeted with the sore sight of abby in front of heeseung, her demeanor as flirty as ever.

the little touches and lingering gazes from abby rubbed yn the wrong way entirely. sure, she didn’t think she had a right to be upset—afterall, she‘s the one who walked out on him. again. but something about him talking to his favourite hookup only a week after taking yn on a real date, saying sweet things of how she was the first girl he‘s truly wanted…to say her blood boiled would be putting it lightly.

with flushed cheeks and a loud huff, yn immediately unlocked her phone and blocked heeseung‘s contact, deciding she was done with him for good.

"you guys won‘t fucking believe it," yn stormed in the cafeteria, sitting down next to karina. yunjin who sat across from yn‘s best friend looked at the fuming girl with a confused gaze.

"heeseung was flirting away out there with fucking abby." a scoff left yn‘s lips. "i was right…"

karina gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "you serious??"

yunjin chuckled. "all that bitch is is a pair of big tits and blonde hair. those green eyes represent something evil behind that tight bod. don’t worry, yn. you are so much more than her. and clearly heeseung isn’t ready for that." yunjin closed her hand over yn‘s in a symbol of support, earning a small thank you from the girl.

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unknown: Is this yn??

yn‘s phone vibrated next to her as she finished painting her toenails. with a puzzled expression, yn decided to text back.

yn: yeah this is

almost immediately her message was read.

unknown: So you‘re the fuckass bitch who took hee from me

yn‘s brows furrowed, her hands suddenly becoming shaky. "karina! come look!" she called out, wanting a bit of moral support from her platonic soulmate.

karina rushed over, sitting down next to yn on the edge of her bed, peering over to look at the messages. "what the fuck..? is this one of his little hoes?"

yn typed out another response.

yn: idk wym. who is this ?

unknown: It‘s Abby. Hee broke things off between us and any other girl he‘s ever fucked because he‘s apparently "found his one." I asked him who and he said it was you. He wants to make you his gf or sum shit

yn gasped, nearly dropping her phone as she whipped her head around to see karina, her hands lightly hitting the sides of the girl‘s clothed arms.

"that‘s why heeseung was talking to abby today! oh my god!" yn blurted, suddenly standing up.

"yn…you know what you gotta do.." karina smirked.

yn stumbled over to her shoe rack, sliding on sandlas and immediately going to the door. "karina, can i take your car?"

so yn drove as fast as she could do heeseung‘s side of campus. it was less than five minutes but it felt like forever. yn‘s stomach felt like it sank to her ass practically with anticipation.

exiting karina‘s white car, yn practically b-lined towards heeseung‘s room, knocking on his door almost maniacally.

when heeseung finally answered, he was visibly taken aback to see his perfect yn standing before him, out of breath. "yn? yn…what are you doing here? i thought you hated me…"

yn shook her head. "i‘m so sorry for ever doubting you…" she panted. "i got so mad when i saw you talking to abby…"

heeseung grabbed yn‘s shoulders in a gentle hold, his tone gentle. "i ended things with abby and i. and the rest of my meaningless flings. it‘s you i want…and this was part of my plan to prove it to you…i‘m so sorry i made you doubt…"

yn hugged heeseung, holding him like he‘d slip out of her embrace.

"yn…can i be your boyfriend..?" heeseung asked tentatively, caressing the smaller girl‘s back.

yn pulled back, cupping heeseung‘s face in her palms. "i thought you’d never ask…"

a small smile appeared on heeseung‘s face as he deeply stared into yn‘s beautiful eyes, his expression lovestruck.

"well are you gonna kiss me now?" yn teased, her thumbs caressing heeseung‘s cheeks.

"now that you asked me while sober, yes…" heeseung teased back with a sly smirk, leaning in to yn, their lips pressing together in a delicate whisper of warmth, their lips met in a rush, gentle at first, as if they were testing the waters of this new connection. but soon, it deepened, a spark igniting between them, a surge of energy that pulsed with every heartbeat. the kiss was slow, yet urgent, each touch like a wave, pulling them closer, making everything outside dissipate around them.

this kiss served as an introduction to their newfound love, and the end to their game.

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suguru geto x reader x satoru gojo

plot: satoru wanted to face time while he was gone, catching you at an awkward time, or was it a good time? — plot: poly dynamics, lap grinding, smut, phone sex/video sex, f!reader — w.c: 900ish

masterlist • ao3 • more smut

Satoru was lately often busy; always needed for missions assigned by the higher-ups who claimed that there was nobody better for the job other than him and him alone. Such inconveniently timed hiccups often left both you and Suguru together all alone—which wasn’t too bad, not at all in fact, but you both missed your frosty ray of sunshine.

Missing the connecting piece to your romantic trio often made both you and Suguru lonely, pushing the two of you to seek out physical affection from each other to numb the ache. He’d often pull you close to him, demanding that you would idly spend time together tethered at the hip or sometimes… find himself in you.

You ground into Suguru’s lap for another night, the soft rolling motions circling languidly over his already erect length that strained tight against his cotton sweatpants. His big, calloused hands hovered parallel to your hips, fiercely smacking the skin of your thighs, casting a ripple within the pillowy flesh.

“Think y’can ride me?” he softly whispered into your neck, his long, silky black hair falling forward as he leaned into you. His voice sounded needy, maybe even desperate to an extent.

You hummed and nodded against his pressed form, letting him guide you up so that you hovered over his unsheathed cock that sprang out the second that he pulled his clothes down. You wiggled down in a teasing zigzag motion, just about ready to flick your hips forward but then you heard it.

That familiar jingle.

Suguru extended his hand to dig through the fabric of your jean pockets that were tossed off somewhere along the side, fishing out your mobile phone as soon as he was able to grab hold of it. His eyes narrowed as soon as he saw the caller ID, biting his lip. “Hey, it’s Satoru. Bad time, but maybe worth taking?”

Pausing for just a moment, you took hold of your phone and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning forward while quickly fixing up your hair—just a little bit. You then smiled as you picked up the call, allowing him to tune in. “Aw, hey, Satoru! How are you doing?” you asked in your usual sweet voice.

“I’m so tired like you wouldn’t believe,” he replied, sagging his shoulders into what looked like a hotel armchair. “I have been on my feel all damn day.”

“Yeah?” you replied, mirroring his pout, “they’ve been working you to the ground again?”

Satoru peeled up his blindfold, revealing his weary complexion. Deep blue and purple bags circled beneath his eyes. “You could say that again.”

He was about to say something again but then paused. His exhaustion gave way to quickly building curiosity as he took in the sight of just how… disheveled you looked—as well as the odd position you were in. With a slight raise of one of his eyebrows, he brought the phone closer as though to inspect the situation at hand.

“Are you two about to fuck?” he correctly guessed.

Immediately, you pointed the camera up to the ceiling to hide your laughter, still feeling Suguru’s cock filling out your pussy. Suguru betrayed a soft groan as you tightened around him from such convulsions, but then followed through with some laughter as well. “That obvious, huh?” you giggled, “yeah, yeah, we’re about to—”

“—I miss you both, you know,” Satoru cut you off, his voice adopting a more sultry tone. “I don’t suppose that one of you would be interested in giving me a show? It would help me unwind, you know. Maybe even relax…”

Not needing to be asked twice, Suguru pinched the phone from your grasp and then hovered the device over at a tilt that pointed at a nice, compromising overhead angle. He then mumbled something underneath his breath into your ear, smacking his free hand against the soft contours of your ass, as though to signal for you to pick up where you left off.

You, in turn, got to work right away. You ground and swivelled your hips at a hypnotic tempo, that managed to silence the two men as they watched you work your magic. Suguru couldn’t help but drive himself further into your body, thrusting in perfect rhythm with your fluid motions, letting soft grunts escape his lips as he rutted up towards your hilt. You held on tight—flinging your head forward and shuddering out breathy moans, feeling yourself—losing yourself to the blissful sensation.

Pulling back ever so slightly, you turned his chin over to face yours and pressed a heated kiss against his lips. You invaded his mouth with your tongue with loving passion, while he, too, reciprocated such passing fervour. As this happened, his phone-wielding hand drifted and panned you both out of focus, but Satoru was quick to clear his throat, reminding you both that he was still there. He tried to keep up to his best ability on the other side of the screen, after all. His shoulder slightly trembling and wiggling, hinting that he was stroking himself to the sight on display.

Suguru’s form however soon grew sloppier and you had to take over as the camerawoman, holding the phone at the best angle you could provide. With a stifling, ending thrust, Suguru then grunted in a strained voice before at last coming undone and emptying himself into the confines of your cunt. In doing so, you nearly dropped the phone as you too, finished up, hearing Satoru’s shuddering gasps follow suit as he finally caught up to the two of you.

And after a moment of mutually shared silence, the two of you were just about comfortable enough to all lay in silence and do absolutely nothing at all—all the while Satoru recollected himself with the sight of the two people that he was completely and utterly in love with—frustratingly impossibly far from reach, missing you both extremely so.

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Smoke Trails

TW: Brothers bsf! Theo, 18+, oral, p in v, good ole vanilla sexy time.

The swirl of smoke entrails flow through the air as the freshly lit cigarette pulls back from your lips. The corridor was empty, and the moon shone from the grand window at the other end, creating a soft glow. You knew you could be caught at any moment, as it was after curfew, but you needed to relax after a long day of studying. As you took another drag, the sound of footsteps behind you fills your ears.

As you turn, trying to hide from the possibility of Snape catching, you sigh in relief as Theodore Nott approached you. Him and your brother, Mattheo, have been best friends for years and as a kid you had a major crush on him. In his teenage years though, he became a playboy and ignored that you even existed but you knew he would snitch to Mattheo. With widened eyes you turn and begin to walk away from him, forgetting about the cigarette still between your fingers. But as you do so, your shoulders are held back and Theo moved to stand in front of you.

“The fuck is this y/n?” Theo grabs the cig from your hand and held it up like he was scolding you.

“What the hell, give it back.” You ignored his question. Theo was always bitchy towards you, and you always figured it was because you were his best mates annoying little sister.

“Did you steal these from Mattheo?” Theo spat. He reached towards your hoodie pocket with his other hand where the freshly open pack of cigarettes sat and put them in his pant pocket.

“No they’re mine. Now give them back Theo I’m not in the mood for this.” His gaze shifted as he threw the cigarette on the ground and squished it beneath his shoe.

“What the hell is your problem-“, your protest was interrupted by Theo pining your shoulders to the wall caging you in with his frame.

“My problem sweetheart is that I don’t want to be responsible when your brother kicks your ass, and mine for knowing about this.” You can’t help but to let out a sarcastic laugh at his scolding.

“You have no place to scold me for this when you and Mattheo are smoking every damn time I see you out of class!” You raise your voice slightly which causes him to grip your shoulders harder. You’ve never seen him like this before, and you could feel yourself slowly letting the smell of his cologne intoxicate your senses.

“That’s different,” he growls, “You’re too young for this.”

“Theo I’m not even a year younger than you and you certainly don’t get to tell me what to do.” You push against his chest trying to get him away from you. The push was weak and a blush began spreading across the apples of your cheeks as you felt the muscle beneath his sweater. You knew he saw the blush as his anger slowly turned to arrogance, like a switch was flipped within him.

“Yeah? Cause from the looks of it, I am.” He smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear, “And it’s looking like you’re enjoying it.” You look away and scoff.

“Fuck you, Nott.” You mumble out.

“You’d like that too much.” He let go of his grasp on your shoulders.

“I catch you with one of these again, I won’t be so nice. I’m sure Mattheo would really giddy to find out about this.” He adds, as he takes a step back, giving you the chance to walk away from him.

“You’re such an asshole.” You mumble under your breath a little too loudly as you slip away from him and head back to your room.

~

It was a few days later and Snape had been giving you a hard time in potions for not paying attention. The events of the other night had left you confused, as the past few days Theo acted like the whole thing never happened. Your childhood feelings for him were forcing their way back into your mind, as you mentally tried burying them again. However Theo’s dumb face kept plaguing you, making you more and more frustrated.

To clear your head you sneak out of your room and to the astronomy tower, careful not to get caught by teachers or prefects. It was late and the castle was empty as you crept through the corridors. When you made it to the tower, you sat against a beam, lighting a cigarette and feeling the relaxation as the smoke filled your senses. All the feelings Theo left you with coming back as you started to relax into your own thoughts. You let out a relaxed breath, exhaling the smoke before your wrist was grabbed and you were pulled from your seated position, causing your cigarette to fall.

“What the hell Y/n.” Theo sounded irritated and his Italian accent thicker from the late of the night.

“Are you stalking me?” You say as you struggle against his grip.

“It’s not fucking hard to follow you when you sneak out at 2 in the morning.” You had never checked if you had been followed as you left the slytherin common room. And Theo had clearly saw you sneaking out.

“I thought I told you I better not see you doing this again?”

“Why do you even care? I don’t belong to you Nott. And don’t say some bullshit about my brother because I know he doesn’t give a care in the world if I smoke.” Theo had a contemplative look in his eyes as he mumbles something under his breath that you don’t catch.

Before you have a chance to yell at him again his lips crash onto yours and his hands drop your wrists. You could feel your mental walls break down as you kiss him back, the kiss turning into a desperate make out session. His hand began wandering to your hips as he pushed you up against the wall for the second time, causing you to let out a small gasp. His mouth left yours and attached itself to your neck, nipping at it and leaving small bites behind.

“You drive me so fucking crazy.” He claims in between kisses and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“I just want to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you.” His hands move down to your barely covered ass, your pyjama shorts giving no protection to his rough hands.

“Theo,” you gasp. Hearing his name he paused for a moment and he squeezed your ass a little tighter.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you darling.” He whispers, “I’ve seen how you look at me, you’re not as discrete as you think you are.”

His hands leave your ass, and his left hand trails to your jaw, softly making you look at him. Your cheeks a deep crimson, you had very little experience with guys and the way he was whispering in your ear left you shy as you looked into his burning eyes.

“We can’t, he’d kill you.” You manage to protest, trying to have some sense despite your mind telling you to shut up and let him continue.

“He’ll never know.” He kisses you again as he slides your shirt up and off you, revealing a lacey bra.

“Cara Mia… did you pick this thinking about me today.” The cold makes you shiver slightly, as your exposed skin is hit by the night air. His accent was thick from lust, and intoxicating your last bit of judgement.

“Theo.” You whine again, your panties damp from his actions.

“So impatient.” He kisses you again and you bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, your fingers grazing his skin. He broke the kiss again to take his shirt off. His hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you towards a bench, illuminated by the moon and sits you down on it. In a swift motion he glides your thin cotton shorts down your thighs, leaving you in just your panties.

“You’re so pretty like this baby.” He voice is low as he whispers sweet nothings to you. He moves to kneel in front of you, running his hands up your thighs and playing with the thin fabric of your underwear.

His fingers move closer to the damp fabric of your underwear, rubbing it slightly in a teasing motion.

“You’re already soaked.” A smirk forms on his face as he pushes the fabric to the side, his mouth meeting your clit. A soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue played with your folds. Thighs squeezing the sides of his head as pleasure built within your stomach. As he tasted your core, curious fingers slowly slide inside you. You let out a moan as they start pumping, quickly approaching you limit.

“Theo I… too much I’m close.” His eyes light up and increases his speed, looking at you as you come undone by his actions. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, your orgasm shattering through you as his tongue never leaves your bulb.

Slowly he pulls away and his fingers slide out of you, the absence making you more needy.

“You’re doing so good, Cara Mia. You taste so sweet for me.”

“Theo please…” you let out a whiny moan, missing the contact he was making with you.

“Please what?”

A wave of embarrassment flushes over you, as your hands move to cover your blushing cheeks. A soft chuckle echoes from Theo’s throat as he stands, toying with the band of his pyjama pants.

“Don’t be shy now, is this okay?” The clothing quickly slips down his waist, exposing his length to you. You nod your head, looking up to him.

“You gotta use your words baby.” His hand strokes his shaft in a jerking motion as he positions himself between your legs.

“Yes.” Stumbles from your mouth, in a shaky anticipated tone. A soft laugh erupts from his mouth and he leans down to kiss your mouth in a soft and reassuring way.

“Let me know when if it’s too much.” He whispers against your mouth as he slowly begins to fit himself within you. A loud gasp spirals out of your mouth as you clench him tighter. The feeling of pain hits you first, but you revel in the feeling as it quickly turns into a form of pleasure. You give Theo the nod of approval and he starts to move, creating a symphony of moans and skin connecting to skin. His movements were slow but deep as he moved your thighs in order to bury himself further and further into you. Around you the whole tower seemed to be frozen in time as you two melted into one another, learning each other’s bodies and matching movements.

“Theo I’m close.” You whine out, earning a low chuckle in response.

“Me too, Cara Mia.” His words spilled out in a rough growl. He leaned down to kiss you again, his movements becoming rougher with each hit. His change of pace had your body racing, seconds from finishing. And you let out a whine to let him know that.

“Go ahead baby, you deserve this.” He whispered, sending chills down your body as your hips rocked. The flow of your orgasm filling the rest of your senses from the pressure of the cool down. You had never experienced such an intense orgasm, as Theo fucked you through it. It wasn’t long before Theo met his own finish line, pulling out of you to paint your stomach with his release. Quickly grabbing his wand, he cleaned you up as he admired his work and the view below him.

“Fuck Theo.” You broke the silence.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, not breaking eye contact with with you.

“That- that was amazing, but we can’t do this again.” You bite your lips anxiously as the realization of what you had just started became a pit of anxiety in your stomach.

“Cut the crap, Cara Mia.” He laughed, “Your brother will never find out. And you aren’t getting rid of me.”

He stated, as his hand softly grabbed your jaw.

“Plus, who said I was done with you tonight…”

A/N: smut is so hard to write I’ve been like struggle bus-ing this for so long. Anyways am I back? No clue yet! But can’t let my pretties down! I have a job interview in a couple days, and might have a date!!!

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SKZ Pack: Chapter 6

Trigger Warnings: none

The journey home was insatiable. It was awkward and quiet. Seungmin had even attempted to turn on the radio while he drove back but Felix turned it off with a huff. There were too many thoughts going around his head. Why did Minho bring her to his home? Why couldn't Minho have warned him? What is she thinking? Does she hate humans? Is Olivia going to pry? What's mum going to think? Felix felt stressed and conflicted. He wasn't annoyed at Y/N whatsoever but the situation put pressure on him. "So how's Chan hyung?" Seungmin asked as he put a dent in the awkward silence. "Jaehee's breaking his bones today. He's not healing. She's worried one of the wolves may have had a poisonous bite and that's caused Chan to struggle to fight the infection and heal." Minho answered plainly as he played with Y/N's hand. Minho looked up and gave her a soft smile as he squeezed her hand. "Why didn't Jaehee pick this up before?" Seungmin asked, there was concern in his voice as he thought about the weeks his alpha was suffering. Minho sighed and looked out of the window. "Because Chan is stubborn. He didn't want Y/N to worry so he's been trying to fight it. He even asked me to try and cut parts out of his leg." Minho stated. "You did what?" Y/N asked worriedly. "I told him it was stupid," Minho muttered. "The things you do for love!" Seungmin clicked his tongue. "Oh. You want to talk about doing things for love. The last time you did something for love you nearly killed yourself." Minho growled, smacking the younger beta's head.

Y/N could see Minho really cared about the younger wolf despite his aggression towards him. It made Y/N smile as she saw the beta glare through the wing mirror. "If puppy asked to sacrifice me in a ritual I would do it," Seungmin stated proudly while the three of them looked at him with concern. They were slightly disturbed by the confession. "That's not normal Minnie," Y/N stated. "She's right," Felix added. "What? It doesn't matter. Anyways. My love is exclusively for Y/N only." Seungmin answered causing them to roll their eyes, but the concern of Seungmin's confession didn't go unnoticed by Minho. Minho was aware of Seungmins intense emotions but he was worried about how this would lie with Y/N, because once Seungmin becomes obsessed he never lets it go. As soon as Seungmin is fixated on something, he will not stop until it's deep within his grasp. It worried Minho and right now Y/N seemed oblivious to it. She seemed unfazed by his words as if he joked about them a lot, and he did make slight comments about her. About owning her. It was strange, but Minho didn't want to alarm anyone, not yet at least, but was it Seungmin he needed to worry about or another wolf in the house?

Seungmin pulled up to the side of the house, parking next to Chan's car before snacking his car door against Chan's car. "Careful." Minho grumbled, causing the beta to shrug. Y/N shook her head and got out of the car noticing Hyunjins car had gone. "He's gone to the shops with Jisung to get you a phone," Minho said. "A phone?" Y/N was confused. "Yeah, because how else are you supposed to know where we are if we're late? It's also easier for you to get a hold of us without using one of us." Minho explained. "Oh." Y/N nodded as she shut the door. "Wait," Felix called as he grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him so that he could embrace her. His head fell straight into her neck tightly. "Felix!" Y/N cooed as she stroked his hair affectionately. "I can explain. Hear me out. There's a reason I never told you and you probably worked it out when you smelt them. And I never wanted them to know or you to find out. And I-" "Felix calm down. It's alright. I don't care what they are. I just want to understand. That is all." Y/N promised as she lifted his head up, looking into his frazzled eyes. It was a secret that some of the wolves didn't know and it was a lot for him to reveal it. "Felix. I want to know." Y/N pleaded. Felix nodded and nudged her towards the car. He could feel Minho listening and he didn't like that.

Y/N opened the car door and sat on the back seat, watching Felix climb in. He was nervous. Y/N could tell. It was the way he kept looking back as if he was going to be caught. Felix took a deep breath and rubbed his face as he built up the courage to tell her. "My father is an omega and my mother is human. My mother doesn't know my father is a werewolf. Fuck. I don't know how to explain this." Felix looked up at the roof of the car as he tried to find the right words. "My father came from an omega pack. He was a part of the revolution against alphas. There were nineteen in their pack, but they were divided in beliefs so a schism happened. My father stayed with his pack. I think there were six or seven. I can't remember what he told me but apparently war happened with a head alpha and when the head omega wanted to take them out my father ran away. He ran because he didn't want to be executed. My mum was carrying Rachel, so he couldn't do that to her. My mum believed he got into some trouble growing up so they moved into the house you saw. Then I came along and then Olivia came." "But how are you a werewolf? I don't understand." Y/N whispered. "I don't know, but my father picked up on the signs and tried to teach me everything he knew. My father believes I could have been a beta because of a recessive gene but who knows? Chan found me through my father who was looking for a werewolf pack at the time to teach me. The thing was Chan had a high opinion of omega packs back then, as long as I was loyal to him, Chan would never hand over my father." Felix stated with an awkward smile as if the whole situation was tough luck. He looked at Y/N whose brown eyes watched him as she tried to piece together what he had said. "I didn't tell you because I didn't know how you would react. Many werewolves are prejudiced or fearful of omega packs. Even Minho hyung despises them along with Hyunjin and Seungmin so it wasn't like I could say anything to them. Only Chan and Jeongin really know. The others have speculation but have never asked. I guess I also worried because of what happened with you and Ateez, I didn't want it to escalate further and target my family." "Oh, Lixie. I'm not mad. I was hurt for three minutes but I knew there was something more because we promised we would always tell each other." Y/N reached out and cupped his face in her hands. Her warmth made him close his eyes. "What I think is an omega pack is pretty cool and I support that because us omegas are treated badly you know."

Felix grunted lowly at her obnoxious thoughts. He didn't need her deciding to rebel against them. "My love. Don't even think about it. You are treated well. If not spoilt." Felix grumbled. "Me spoilt? Definitely not it depends on what you categorise as spoilt." Y/N stated causing him to roll his eyes. "I am sorry I didn't say anything when you came into the room. I kind of panicked and I couldn't exactly say you were my girlfriend when Seungmin had his hands wrapped around you, but then I felt guilty. So. So. So guilty baby. Not only that Rachel is so judgemental and I didn't want her to even have those thoughts about you." Felix stressed causing Y/N to roll her eyes. "I mean technically I am a whore-" Felix put his hand over her mouth, silencing her with a glare. "Do not ever say that. Ever." Felix growled. "Yes, Lixie." Y/N teased as she kissed him. She missed his kisses. They were always so loving and tender. They were delicate, like him. "Do you ever worry something may happen?" Y/N asked. "My father expects it but I worry for my mother and sisters. They never asked to be apart of this world and I want to keep it hidden from them." Felix answered. "If they do I will rebel," Y/N stated as she crossed her arms. "If you do. I can punish you now. You've been claimed." Felix said as his yellow eyes glowed slightly. "Um. Hello. Seungmin is that you?" Y/N teased, causing Felix to growl and chase her out of the car. Things were starting to get better despite the small cracks that were starting to show.

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Eileithyia rushed through the marble halls of Olympus, her breath coming in short, labored pants. A silver torch flickered in her grasp, the flames matching the intensity of her frantic heartbeats.

She was a striking figure—her dark hair tied beneath a kerchief, the embroidered peplos of pinkish-red flowed behind her like a stream. The wreath adorning her head shifted as she ran, her lips muttering prayers to herself—each word an urgent, unyielding reminder.

No, no, no... I'm going to be late, she thought, a fearful frown etched on her face.

Eileithyia had a purpose today—a life hung in the balance, and she was supposed to be there. As the goddess of childbirth, her presence was crucial.

The birth couldn't conclude without her.

She had seen centuries of births, had delivered souls into the harsh yet beautiful realm of humanity, and she had never been late.

Not once. Yet, this evening had not gone as planned.

Ate—the goddess of mischief, ruin, and destruction—had decided otherwise.

She had taken it upon herself to set a thousand small obstacles in Eileithyia's path—misplaced tools, disruptions among the mortals, inexplicable detours. A labyrinth of mischief that made her late—far later than she'd ever imagined possible.

Annoyances. Delays. Each a thread that tangled itself around Eileithyia's feet, keeping her from where she needed to be. The weight of her tardiness bore down on her chest, a gnawing fear taking root within her.

By the time she arrived on Earth, it was far too late.

She arrived to a quaint carriage, situated alone under a starlit sky. Its windows glowed softly in the night, and inside, she could hear the low murmurs of those gathered.

The humble room she entered was dark, the shadows deep, illuminated only by the glow of her torch. And at the center of it all sat a woman, her skin a warm sepia, her dark hair pulled away from her tear-streaked face.

"Nooo!" The woman sobbed, her face buried into a bundle of cloth that she cradled to her chest.

Eileithyia's heart sank as she ventured silently along the walls of the room, She observed the scene before her, her chest aching.

Eileithyia moved along the walls of the room, unseen and unheard, her presence cloaked from mortal eyes. Her heart broke for what she saw: the woman was crying, her face twisted in a sorrow that needed no words to explain.

Beside her sat a young man, his blond locks disheveled, his hands trembling as he gently held his wife.

"Aleka, my love...," he whispered, his voice a soft rasp that shattered the silence. He held her, and she clung to him as if she could drown her sorrow in his embrace.

"I-I can't... it hurts, Kairo," she whimpered, tears streaming freely, her body still trembling with pain, her lower body coated in blood.

The room was shrouded in somber silence, broken only by Aleka's soft cries and the muffled movements of the midwives as they cleaned up the remnants of the birth that had gone so terribly wrong.

The atmosphere weighed heavily with sorrow, grief, and the undeniable finality of death.

Eileithyia walked closer to the grieving parents, her heart aching with each step.

She peered down, her heart fracturing further at the sight of the stillborn child. The infant lay so small and delicate in her mother's arms, her tiny features illuminated by the flickering torchlight.

She was perfect—round cheeks, a delicate button nose, tiny lips formed in an innocent pout, like a rosebud just beginning to bloom.

A beautiful soul, taken far too soon, Eileithyia thought, her fingers reaching to trace the baby's soft cheek, committing every detail to memory.

With a soft hum, Eileithyia leaned over, her torch casting a glow that seemed to wrap around the infant like a final embrace; her fingers brushed Aleka's arm in a silent farewell before she lifted the child from her mother's grasp, cradling her in her arms.

Stepping back from the grieving parents, Eileithyia kept her gaze lowered, her steps quiet and deliberate. She knew her path—she would descend into the Underworld, where the souls of the dead found rest.

It wasn't fair, but it was life.

As she walked away, the parents' anguished cries softened, fading into the distance. The baby's body felt heavier in her arms as she began the descent, the air thickening around her with the scent of earth and ancient mist.

Before she could cross the threshold into the underworld, a servant burst into the room.

"Wait!"

Eileithyia paused, glancing over her shoulder to see a servant running towards the grieving parents; he was out of breath, his eyes wild with urgency, his voice stammering as he spoke.

In his hands, he held a small, glowing flower—its petals shimmering with an ethereal light, as though capturing the very essence of dawn within its delicate form.

"A-a prophecy," he gasped, as the midwives turned to face him, "from Delphi. This is a sacred flower, blessed by Apollo himself. It is said to have grown in Apollo's sacred groves, glowing with a golden light, and its essence has the power to bring a soul back from the edge of death. But it must be used swiftly—before the child is taken beyond the threshold of the Underworld!"

The servant's head turned, almost supernaturally, his gaze distant but unwavering. It was as though his eyes pierced the veil between mortal and divine, locking onto Eileithyia.

For a heartbeat, Eileithyia paused, her steps faltering as she felt the weight of his stare. It was almost as if he could see her—an ethereal figure, a goddess holding a child who had yet to fully cross into death.

She glanced down at the small bundle, her heart torn between sorrow and an instinctive sense of duty, before looking back up, determination setting into her expression; she would wait.

The father, Kairo, looked at the servant with suspicion, his face hardening. His voice was edged with both desperation and anger as he asked, "What is the cost? A life saved by the gods always comes with a price, doesn't it?"

The servant hesitated, his gaze flickering, clearly struggling with the burden of the answer. The tension in the room was palpable as the father repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Tell me, what's the price? Or are you just here to give us false hope?"

Swallowing nervously, the servant finally spoke, his voice trembling. "The oracle says that the child will carry the weight of Apollo's favor—a debt that may come due at any time, with no guarantees of what the gods might ask."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the air almost too thick to breathe.

Aleka's gaze met Kairo's, her eyes filled with tears, wide with both fear and desperate hope. She looked at her husband, searching his face for guidance.

Kairo stared back at her, the love for his wife evident in the way his hardened features softened ever so slightly.

Kairo finally lowered his gaze, looking down at their stillborn daughter. She looked so peaceful, her tiny form held in her mother's embrace.

His throat tightened, the pain of the decision weighing on him, but he knew there was no choice—only a chance to give their daughter the life she deserved.

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination and love as he whispered, "Do it."

Aleka let out a shaky breath, her trembling voice joining his. "Yes... do it. Whatever the cost, we will bear it."

The midwives moved with urgency, retrieving all the materials needed for an impromptu salve. The flower's petals glowed with a gentle golden light, and its aroma filled the room with warmth and magic.

The servant cradled it reverently, before crushing it in his hands, the glowing powder falling into a small dish.

With practiced hands, the midwives mixed it into a poultice, and applied it gently to the baby's lips, her chest, and her tiny forehead.

For a long moment, nothing happened. The room was silent, the air thick with anticipation, Aleka and Kairo holding their breaths.

Eileithyia paused, her hands trembling, her eyes never leaving the babe in her arms.

And then—a miracle.

The baby in Eileithyia's arms squirmed, her eyes opening wide. The goddess stared down, her heart swelling with relief and wonder.

A small, smoky puff enveloped the baby, and before Eileithyia could react, the infant vanished from her arms.

Over the veil separating mortal and divine, a sharp, piercing cry filled the once-silent room. Aleka gasped, her head snapping up as the bundle in her arms moved, the baby's eyes open, her cries loud and full of life.

Through her sobs, Aleka cried out her daughter's name, "____" her voice trembling with joy as she held her daughter close. Kairo, too, let out a shaky breath, his eyes wide with disbelief, his hands moving to wrap around both his wife and child.

The baby was alive, saved by the flower—a favor of Apollo himself, bestowed only upon those whose fate had caught his eye.

Eileithyia watched quietly from the shadows, her heart heavy and hopeful at once.

She knew what this meant. This child was touched by the gods.

And the gods... the gods did not simply forget those who had been touched by their favor.

As the infant settled into her mother's embrace, Eileithyia whispered to herself, her voice a soft promise that disappeared into the night.

"May the gods be kind to you, child. For their favor is not always a blessing."

A/N: now, for my long-awaited fic! hope you guys enjoy what i have planned ❤��❤️😩, also if not known, this will be post-EPIC, so after odysseus returns...

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hi ! I love your work and I saw requests were open !! I was wondering if you could write something about Trickster going sentient, like reader is a DBD player and Trickster is their killer main and he's becoming sentient ! He starts acting yandere, getting mad when they buy another killer, talking to them through the game etc ? Pleaaase !!

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Thank you so much for appreciating my work!

And of course! Trickster has always been one of my favorite go-to killers as well. He still kind of is! He may not look terrifying at first glance, but what he’s capable of is what truly makes him scary to me. I tried to capture that feeling in this piece as well. Also, I believe his anger would actually be quite subtle, put potent in a way. He's called the Trickster for a reason after all. :P Especially towards his obsession.

PS: If any character in the game somehow became sentient, I’d throw my computer out immediately. Let alone a killer! I would totally freak out! xD

PSS: I don't know any Korean. If I messed it up by using translators wrong, I'm sorry in advance!

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Warning!: NSFW elements present!

The Trickster

Ji-Woon Hak had always been your go-to killer. Maybe it was the thrill of playing him. The way he laughed in insanity, coupled with that crazed giggle as he chased survivors down, and the sheer passion and arrogance laced through his Korean voice lines. His presence in the game simply felt different from the others. All the way down to his disturbingly good chase music, which is an excellent representation to his character.

And as such, he’s indeed a star. Effortlessly charming and dangerously captivating. Before the Entity took him, the crowds adored him for a reason, oblivious to the gleam in his golden eyes when the screams began behind closed doors, embedded into his music like secret, bloody confessions. They never recognized the torture hidden in his music, layered beneath the melody like a secret only he was twisted enough to understand.

Killing wasn’t just second nature to Ji-Woon. It was the purest form of his self-expression.

And to you, that was the real horror. Because unlike many others in the Entity’s grasp, he wasn’t a monster made. He was a monster born. Just another handsome face, smiling for the cameras, waving to his adoring fans. His darkest secrets not buried, but hidden in plain sight. Or more so within earshot. And no one ever dared to hear them until it was too late.

Maybe that was why, after months of playing Dead by Daylight, you never really strayed from him. You bought his skins, experimented with his builds, mastered his mechanics and the precise arc of his blades. He was your constant pick.

So at first, the strange things that eventually started to happen didn’t really bother you.

It began in the character selection screen. His model glitched once. A wide smirk suddenly etching itself onto his features. He turned around more often while you waited in lobby, flashing you that saucy wink of his. There was a slight lag when you hovered over another killer, an occasional stutter in his idle animations, a minor bug where his eyes tracked your cursor just a bit too smoothly.

You decided to ignored it.

Then the loading screens started taking longer. Freezing for a second too long when his face suddenly appeared, as if the game itself hesitated. And once, in the middle of a match, you left the desk for a moment to grab something from your drawer, letting the killer stand idle in a house in Springwood.

That was when you heard it, just as you returned. Faint. Threading between the distant caws of crows and the crackle of the Entity’s realm. A voice, which sounded silky and teasing. Familiar.

"Getting distracted, 자기야1?"

Your hand jerked on the mouse. It had to be a bug. A voice line triggering where it shouldn’t. You brushed it off as a trick of the mind.

Then, after a while, the disconnects started. Not often, but just enough to be annoying. Almost every time you played another killer, you’d be booted mid-match. No error message. Just a sudden return to the desktop. Whenever you played survivor, you almost always found yourself facing the Trickster, with a hint of a stutter as you tried to get your character away from him.

But when you played as Ji-Woon himself? Smooth. No lag. No crashes.

Still, you pushed it aside. Games had bugs. Maybe the servers were acting up. You refused to get paranoid over minor issues, or the fact that barely any other killer ever appeared when you played survivor. Perhaps you just had a weird streak of fate.

Then, one night after watching a video, you tabbed back into the game and noticed that his theme music in the killer selection menu was different. Slower and warped. Like it was played underwater. The Trickster was staring at you. Not in his usual cocky way, but with his head tilted slightly, his smile smaller than usual and his golden eyes literally locked onto yours. As if he were waiting for something.

The screen glitched once, then again, and everything returned to normal. But matches grew even more strange after that. Survivors went down faster, their screams more real and distorted and their models twitching unnaturally. It scared you.

If you played as a different killer, you’d get disconnected mid-match much faster. Yet whenever you switched back to Trickster, the game stabilized.

Then one night, you apparently made a mistake. Out of curiosity, you went up and purchased another killer. the Oni, which you considered to be a change of pace. The moment you returned to the killer selection screen, it flickered; static sprinkling the menu. Trickster’s model was there on the right, but his grin had vanished. His head tilted, his bright pupils narrowed into thin slits of displeasure.

Your hands trembled over the keyboard. ��It’s just a game…” you murmured, shaking your head and blinking a few times. Then his voice, unlike any recorded line or in-game effect, but unmistakably real, echoed through your headset. Smooth and cold.

"Not to me, 공주님2."

Deep down, you knew this game was no longer the same. But you played it off as a lack of sleep this time around, shut down the PC, and took a well-earned break.

You naively came back a few hours later. You loaded into the Temple of Purgation, picking the Oni. You’d bought him for a reason, after all. But as the match began, the camera panned over the environment and, for a split second just before it faded to your POV, you saw him.

Not the Oni. The Trickster.

He stood at the very edge of the mists, just beyond the temple’s crumbling stone archways. The fog curled unnaturally around him, clinging to his figure like something alive, shifting and parting just enough to reveal the glow of his golden eyes. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t part of the match. He was just… watching.

The moment you took control, he was gone. Your fingers twitched over the keyboard. That wasn’t normal. Maybe a graphical glitch? Some weird overlap from previous matches? You shook it off and pressed forward.

At first, the game ran fine. You chased down survivors, activated your power, played the match as you normally would. But something felt off. A heaviness in the air, a strange, crawling sensation at the back of your neck. Then the game began to stutter. Not lag and neither was it a bug. The frames dragged deliberately, as if the game itself resisted your input. The Oni’s movements felt sluggish, like wading through thick and invisible muck.

And then came the laughter. Soft and breathy, slithering between the sounds of gameplay.

"Tch. This isn’t like you, 자기야1. You’d rather be that clunky old fossil than me? Where’s your sense of taste?" His accent runs heavy alongside the bite in his tone.

Your blood ran cold. That wasn’t an in-game line. Your eyes flicked to one of the killer’s perk icons. Oni’s nemesis perk, just as you’d chosen. For a brief moment, Ji-Woon’s smirking face in a similar art style replaced it before snapping back. Your stomach twisted as another hitch in the frame rate distorted the screen. Pixels twisting as if a presence bled into the code.

"You're ignoring me," he observed, his voice still smooth but tinged with bitter distaste.

The game audio warped beyond recognition, the chase music slowed to a sickening drag then sped up erratically, like a scratched CD skipping. The survivors’ animations twitched unnaturally. Every time you activated the killer’s skill, the deep, guttural roar sounded way off. Higher, smoother, mocking. Obviously replaced with the voice of a certain Killer. "Not so fun, huh?" You hear him huff in amusement, teasing you as he does.

Frustrated, you slammed the Escape key. Nothing happened. The match wasn’t over, but you couldn’t do this anymore. With shaky hands, you forced your PC off manually, the screen cutting to black. Your reflection stared back at you in the dark monitor with wide eyes reflecting unease. You ripped off your headset and exhaled hard. It was just a game, you told yourself. You even debated uninstalling it. But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? It’s just a game.

So you didn’t play it for the rest of the night.

The next day, curiosity won out. You had planned to delete the game. To scrub it from your system and be done with whatever hellish events had occurred. But after you booted up your PC, a Steam pop-up appeared.

Your pulse quickened as you skimmed the message.

Dead by Daylight – Security Update

A large leak had been addressed. Some players had reported strange in-game activity. An exploit that allowed hackers to take control of matches, resulting in unusual interactions. The developers apologized for the inconvenience. As compensation, a DLC of your choice would be free upon logging in.

Your fingers hovered over the mouse. This had to be the reason. Just some script kiddies messing with the servers, triggering audio or animation glitches. You exhaled a sigh of relief and launched the game.

The menu loaded smoothly, the music creating a subtle backdrop as you navigated the interface. Your gaze shifted to the killer selection screen. Trickster stood in his usual spot after you’d selected him. His stance casual yet confident, the infamous bat balanced nonchalantly on his shoulder. He executed that distinct head tilt. The one accompanied by an unnecessarily seductive "ah,". At that moment, his animation seemed to hesitate, his eyes lingering on the screen a fraction longer than usual. The light caught his left earring, making it glint momentarily before falling back against his neck due to retaining the previous angle of his head. Then, just as smoothly, the bat returned to his side.

Despite the brief, unsettling pause, his expression remained unchanged. A confident smirk played across his lips when he moved to inspect his bat, his golden eyes glinting with sharp amusement, as if privy to a joke you hadn’t yet figured out. No flickering. No static. Everything appeared perfectly normal.

Your tense shoulders loosened slightly. Maybe you had imagined it all. The breach is fixed, after all. You claimed your free DLC, already planning to test out the desired killer and survivor later. But first… just one more match with the Trickster.

Your cursor hovered over the Play button for a second before you clicked. The match queued instantly. No lobby, no loading delay, no lag. Your gut twisted. As the screen transitioned, unease slithered down your spine. The game had loaded, but something was obviously wrong.

The usual environmental sounds; distant caws of crows, the occasional metallic groan of the Entity’s influence, were gone. You panned the first-person camera over the map. No survivors moved between cover. No crows startled into the air. No gens sparking in the distance. Just you. Alone.

Your eyes darted to the UI. The HUD was intact- your abilities, perks, and power displayed as they should be. And yet, there were no objectives. No unseen timer counting down. No signs of life. Just silence. A cold prickle crawled over your skin.

Then, a soft chuckle. Rich, amused, present. "Finally. Just us." Your breath hitched. The sound came through your headset. Close. Way too close.

The screen flickered. Your blood ran cold.

No…

You tried moving Trickster forward, pressing the left mouse button to swing through the empty air. He responded as normal. Smooth, precise, as if performing a well-rehearsed act. But there was nothing to do. No generators humming to life, no players fleeing, no exit gates. The map lay barren, stripped of its usual chaos. Each time you struck the environment in boredom, a mocking chuckle, sly and knowing, echoed in your ears.

Desperate, you opened the pause menu, but there was no option to leave the game. Your fingers trembled over the keyboard as you muttered, “What the hell is it this time?”

Then a soft laugh, closer and intimate, as though whispered from right beside you. "Aw, don’t look so spooked,공주님2. Isn’t this what you wanted? More time with me?"

Without warning, the camera shifted. Its movement not commanded by you, but as if pulled by an unseen hand. The perspective tilted down ever so slightly, as if the Trickster was studying himself.

No. As if he was studying you.

"You play me so often," his voice purred, smooth as silk and dripping with amusement. "Devoted, aren’t you? You never thought I’d actually notice, did you? Never thought I’d appreciate your little habits?" A chill crawled up your spine.

 “This can’t be it. This isn’t real,” you whispered, almost pleading. “You are not sentient,” you insisted, but your voice wavered- thinning into uncertainty.

"Mmm, that's what you keep telling yourself," he replied, that familiar, teasing lilt threading through his tone. "A cute little parrot, endlessly repeating the same little song. 정말 웃기잖아, 자기야3. If only you repeated my name like that instead. I’m as real as I can get. " Your breathing grew shallow.

Then something shifted in the distance. A subtle, unnatural shadow moving where it shouldn’t be. You spun the camera up and to the side, heart hammering, but the map remained empty. Still, the sensation of being watched crawled over your skin. Your hands grew clammy as you gripped the mouse like a lifeline. You needed to leave. Now.

Alt + F4. Task Manager. Nothing worked. Your pulse pounded in your ears. Your body braced for a potential scenario- the chase, the hunt, the moment his blades would sink into your flesh. You weren’t special. You were just another victim…

Right?

Then the screen flickered. A brief stutter, a pause. For a fraction of a second, the game froze, and when it stabilized, Trickster’s weapon was gone. He wasn’t on it anymore.

Your hands froze over the keyboard for a second, before you abruptly stood up and took a step back, already leaning down to forcibly shut down the computer. A hand suddenly shot towards you after it suddenly angled its way back onto the screen. Distinctively bloody as it reached for you. You gasped audibly as you almost fell backward… But the hand never breached the screen. It halted abruptly at the boundary, suspended between the digital world and your reality. Crimson droplets clung to its outstretched fingers as it quivered against an invisible barrier. For a fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse. A flash of yellow fabric and a hint of a naked, muscular chest splattered with blood. But the view was distorted, obscured by the in-game camera’s interference, as if the interface itself rejected his intrusion.

Then came a low murmur. A string of curses in Korean, rough and frustrated. Though you couldn’t make out every word, the anger in his tone was unmistakable, raw even, as he cursed the limits that kept him at bay. Almost immediately, the bitterness dissolved into his familiar, self-assured mockery before he slipped off the screen.

"이건 정말 불공평해요, 공주님4," he drawled, voice dripping with playful disdain. A mind game. It had to be it. "If only this screen wasn’t in the way. 당신은 아직 모르는 재밌는 것들을 놓치고 있습니다5."

The taunting words slithered through your headset. His crazed laughter, edged high with mischief and frustration, filled the silence afterwards.

In that moment, your heart pounded with a mixture of terror and panic. At the end of the day, the screen itself remains unchanged. A game paused on an empty map, the digital world eerily still. Yet Trickster’s presence still lingered at the edge of reality. You could sense it.

With eyes wide, you forcibly shut down the PC, yanking out every cable from the back of your computer screen and desktop afterwards. You vowed to never, ever play Dead by Daylight again. Not after everything you’d just experienced. After all, who knows what might have happened if he had truly breached his way into your room. You believe that he’d most definitely would have tortured you to death, unaware of his true intentions. You could only shiver in fear and disgust at the very thought of it.

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1 = 자기야 = jagiya = babe.

2 = 공주님 = gongjunim = princess

3 = 정말 웃기잖아, 자기야. = jeongmal usgijanh-a, jagiya.= It's so funny, babe.

4 = 이건 정말 불공평해요, 공주님 = igeon jeongmal bulgongpyeonghaeyo, gongjunim = This is so unfair, princess.

5 = 당신은 아직 모르는 재밌는 것들을 놓치고 있습니다. = Dangsin-eun ajig moleuneun jaemissneun geosdeul-eul nohchigo issseubnida. = You're missing out on fun things you don't know about yet.

[salamander-spark]

Disguised forms for the other Basilisks!

(Including my interpretation of Number II's appearance)

+ headcanons, as well as backstory for my AU highlighted in green.

Number II, aka Tulip🌷

Age≈ late 20's/early 30's (~15 years older than Vee)

Goes by They/Them, Is the second oldest of the experimented Basilisks. They firsthand witnessed Number One(Greater basilisk that attacks Hexide)'s descent into madness and animalistic hunger. They were scared of what they could become, so they fought extra hard to retain their sanity, vowing to protect their younger kin. Tulip often risked taking punishments from the captors in the other's stead.

(Hight comparison for Tulip's true form (Vee for reference)

At around 15 years old, Tulip hears scouts talk about a new test subject that hatched recently and will soon be ready for experiments. Tulip breaks out and rescues the infant number five. A month of laying low later, and they are both hiding in a cave. Tulip finds a pool of Titan's blood trapped deep within, and they both enter into the human realm.

Tulip can't stay. They know they need to protect Treble and Ivy. So they watch in the shadows as Vee is taken into the care of a couple of humans before leaving her behind, where she can grow up in a place far from the Emperor's grasp. They absorb the remaining magic in the portal, severing this temporary link so that nobody can follow their child.

🎼Treble & Ivy🌿

Ages≈ Mid twenties

Treble: She/Her, Ivy: He/They

I got the idea to name her Treble from The Angel of the Owl house, by OwlHouseAngel on A03. I thought fit well, considering she's playing Eda's Citern in the finale, and the Idea of a basilisk playing instruments sounds cool. (even inspired some things for my AU)

Both were created from the same set of samples, making them almost like twins. They've got a close-knit sibling bond, very protective of each other. Treble gets headstrong and does risky things like attack coven scouts. Ivy often has to reign Treble in to prevent her from being too reckless. He tends to take an overly cautious approach to anything new.

I'm still not entirely sure how they play into the AU, but they meet Vee and are introduced to Camila to be accepted into their family

I loved this shot when I first saw it, I'm glad to see at least someone in the crew cares about them

& 🌺Viola "Vee" Noceda

I like to think she has a collection of different sweaters and chooses to wear them to keep her warm. Basilisks are mostly cold-blooded but passivly use up their magic to keep warm in cold temperatures. Vee likes to conserve energy by dressing warm during the colder months

She ended up in the human realm thanks to Tulip and was quickly adopted by the Nocedas. Not knowing about her origins, she's horrified learning what her kin has gone through.

She's less timid when confronting danger and hasn't gone through her canon trauma (minus a few fears like sharp objects and dark basements from ). She does, however, have trauma and grief from Manny's sickness and death.

[prncssie]

miffy’s note you might have thought i wouldn’t have done it, but i DID! this is not my comeback. don’t count on consistency MDNI — another suburbia kuna moment

when the itadori’s invited you on their annual beach trip, this is not what you had in mind. in your romanticized head, you imagined yourself sipping margaritas out of salt-rimmed glasses, decorated with limes and lemons and little paper umbrellas. you saw yourself sunbathing in a tiny-topped bikini, baby pink beach towel protecting your smooth skin from the fine sand grains. you envisioned walking the bustling streets during the late hours of the night and half dressed and waving dainty fingertips at the pretty boys that stare you down as you walk by.

what you didn’t expect, however, is to be pressed against baby blue paneling in the pantry, hands grasped so tightly around a certain pink-haired man. you tell yourself you didn’t expect it, at least. truly, you brought this onto yourself, parading around in tiny baby-tees and cutoff shorts. you even wore your hair the way he liked, curls framing your face and lips highlighted with the shimmery pink lip gloss. perhaps you didn’t expect it but you certainly were hoping for it.

“kuna, please,’” your words are practically stolen from you with the way he licks the inside of your mouth. your top hangs off of you at this point, the string loosened and dangling around your neck. it’s on the brink of unraveling completely and doesn’t do you any good with sukuna toying with it with an arm snaked around your waist and reaching up behind you.

“please,” he mocks you cruelly in between a laugh and a gasp for necessary air. you’re such easy prey to him, whether you know it or not. even when you think you have the upper hand, sukuna will always be there, watching with a smug smile across his face. that’s really all he’s been the past couple days, just waiting to get you alone.

waiting to get you in a corner like this, quiet and meek and pliant, just as you always are when he gets his hands on you. his particularly rough hands gliding across your skin, gripping and grabbing where he finds it especially soft. your hips, your ass, your breasts, the part of your waist just below your ribcage. every now and then he’ll go as far as sliding his hand in between your sternum and securing his fingers around your neck.

“you’re going to get us in trouble. yuji will never forgive me.” you try to appeal to his conscience through a mewling plead, tilting your head as his lips move to your neck. the mix of adrenaline and lust buzzing just beneath the surface of your skin is driving you crazy. it's ridiculous how just a few kisses can get your knees to buckle and your heart to race.

the warmth of him, the weight of his body, even the way he smells — a mix of soap from a recent shower and salt from the wind permeating his clothes — fills your brain with a particular neediness, one reserved only for him. your entirety is reserved only for him, from the hairs atop your head to the jeweled sandals on your feet. it’s an unspoken understanding between the two of you, no matter who you pretend to flaunt around in the eyes of your peers.

it’s because of that, that sukuna doesn’t care. if anything, it only encourages him more, pulling back just to show off his arrogant smirk. “yeah? yuji is going to be so mad, huh. he’s going to be so upset you let his mean, rude older brother touch you and fuck you and – oh? you’re not wearing anything under the shorts. slut.” he pulls the waist bands at your gingham shorts before you can realize and his hand finds its way inside within a matter of seconds. it’s no surprise when he’s met with your slippery folds. he could already tell from the way you were desperately humping his thigh. you’re such an eager, darling thing, even when you pretend you’re not.

“it wasn’t for you.” you grip the fabric of his opened button up shirt. you mean it too, it really wasn’t for him. you had no intention of getting in the water today. truly, all you planned to do is lay against the sand and enjoy the beaming sunlight. you didn’t know he’d be palming you beneath your clothes but if you did now, you doubt you’d change a thing.

you practically writhe every time he catches your clit when he runs his fingers up and down your slit so agonizingly slow. you have half a mind to beg him to do something else, something to appease the searing lust in the base of your tummy. instead, all you do is roll your lips into themselves and angle your hips in his direction, hoping that’ll be enough.

“mm, wasn’t for me, was for me. it doesn’t really matter, does it?” sukuna ghosts his pink sugared lips along your skin — across your collar, up the side of your neck, from your cheek to your lips, warm breath forcing goosebumps to prickle your skin. for a moment, he looks pleased when he finally dips inside you. the feeling of your walls constricting against sukuna provokes a low whistle hum, followed by a singular pump of his fingers. it all comes to a screeching halt the moment you grasp his wrist.

you’re not even sure what possessed you to do such a thing, anyway. such a small movement could not have sent you that far over the edge and yet, here you are, squealing under your breath.

“move your hand.” sukuna is merely a few inches away from you, hovering and speaking his words into you. his eyes settle low, judging and burning into your soul. he squints, flickering his gaze down to where you were connected and right back to you. “move your fucking hand and don’t be a little bitch about it.”

your toes curl against the sole of your sandals. you can’t help but look at the cracked sliding door of the pantry. it’s risky enough to be kissing behind semi-closed doors but touching? and like this on a family vacation? “kuna, please. another time. i . . . we shouldn’t.” still, your hand is lax against his wrist. you’re barely holding him, simply resting your hand on his in what’s supposed to be protest

“if you don’t want it then stop me.” his words are almost animalistic against the shell of the ear. despite your persisting grip, he continues with his assault against your gummy walls. the pads of his fingers slip inside your silkened pussy, grinning at each sharp inhale of your breath.

you don’t stop him. if anything, you relax in his hands, softening against the wall behind you. you loop your arm around his neck, giving in to your desire. pushing sukuna away is the last thing on your mind. to be honest, there isn’t much on your mind to begin with. your thoughts are all screaming the same mantra, how badly you never want this to end. the weight of his body against yours, the heat of his lips on your skin, the fullness of his fingers inside you. you could live forever like this, die like this just as satisfied as ever.

you’d be the happiest, you’d think, living your last moments sandwiched between sukuna and whatever immovable object behind you, completely to his mercy. an interrupted moment in time, past, present, and future, where such an off-limits opportunity is fully within hands reach, in your grasp right now.

your breath hitches when the pads of his fingers press against a particular spot deep inside your hot cunt. it sends a wave of milky slick gushing from out your walls and coating his fingers. you can’t help but lift a leg and wrap it around his waist. you don’t even realize until you’re pulling him closer, running your fingers through the soft tresses of his dark colored undercut.

which is why you feel particularly disappointed when said minstrastions cease to exist, following the telltale sound of the front door hinges creaking open and yuji’s boyish voice breaking all existing tension. “we’re back. you guys ready to go?”

sukuna’s retreat from your personal space gives you whiplash. one moment, he’s all up on you and the next, he’s standing on the other side of the tiny room, grinning and gleaming from the exhilaration of his best kept secret. “later, then? keep her wet for me, pretty.”