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psychopathic, don't be so dramatic
pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader
summary: basically based off of jeongin in cheese lol
tags/warnings: jeongin is really psychopathic (kind of) acting like hes crazy, reader surrunders kind of lwk
a/n: the amount of times my dyslexia hit me today while im trying to spell is crazy lmao also @hannamoon143 @sirloncelot-of-bananas THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME TO DO THIS! i feel like this wasn't enough, but i hope yall enjoy <3 let me know if anything is offensive!
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The room felt too small, suffocating with every breath you took. The walls seemed to close in, and you couldnât shake the feeling that there was no escape, no matter how hard you tried. Your gaze flicked over to him, leaning casually against the wall, his figure framed in the dim light. He looked calm, but there was something unsettling about the way his eyes locked onto youâlike a predator watching its prey.
"Are you scared of me?" Jeongin asked, his voice smooth and low, each word lingering in the air between you.
You couldnât form a response. Your throat was dry, and for a moment, you weren't sure if you were more terrified of the question itself or the intensity of his stare. You tried to swallow, but your body betrayed you. You shook your head, but the way your heart raced betrayed that answer.
A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and you knew he saw right through you. "Good," he purred, stepping forward with a grace that sent a shiver down your spine. "Iâd hate to disappoint you."
Your breath hitched as he moved closer, his presence consuming the space between you. The air seemed to thicken, each footstep of his echoing like a countdown in your head. It was too late to turn back now.
You shouldâve seen it from the beginningâthe subtle hints, the strange way heâd always been around you, how his gaze lingered just a bit too long. But you had ignored it. You thought it was just a phase, that maybe he was simply being playful, charming even. But no, you were wrong.
Jeongin wasnât just playful. He wasnât just charming.
He was dangerous.
"Do you ever wonder how easily I could make you mine, Y/N?" His voice was low, almost tender, as he leaned in just a little closer, his lips brushing your ear. Your heart thudded in your chest, and your breath came out in uneven bursts. His hand reached up, fingers brushing against your cheek, and you could feel his touch seeping into your skin, like it was burning you from the inside out.
You couldnât move. His presence was overwhelming, consuming. He was always too close, too intense. His eyes locked onto yours as if searching for somethingâsomething he already knew was there.
The words caught in your throat. You tried to speak, but before you could even form a sound, his finger gently pressed against your lips, silencing you. His smirk deepened, as though he were enjoying every moment of your struggle. "Donât say anything," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through you. "Just⊠feel."
And you felt it. Everything.
You felt his fingers on your skin, his breath against your ear, his eyes burning through you like he could see straight into your soul. You tried to move, to back away, but his grip on your wrist tightened, and suddenly, it was like your body wasnât yours anymore. You couldnât escape him.
You were already tangled in his web, and there was no way out.
"Youâre mine, Y/N," Jeongin whispered, his voice slipping through your mind like a poison. He took a step forward, pushing you back until your back hit the cold, unforgiving wall. "You think youâre in control? Think again."
Your pulse raced in your veins, a cocktail of fear and something you couldn't quite place swirling within you. He was right. You werenât in control. You hadnât been for a long time.
Jeonginâs hand curled around your wrist, and his touch was like ironâunrelenting, possessive. "Struggling wonât help," he said, his voice soft, almost amused. "You should know that by now."
You tried to pull away, but there was no escaping him. The closer he got, the more your body seemed to betray you, to crave the pull he had over you.
He leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "Iâll make sure you never forget this. That you never forget me."
His words cut through the thick silence like a blade. Your chest tightened, a wave of cold fear washing over you, but you couldnât tear your gaze away from him. His grip on you only grew stronger, his lips brushing against your neck. Every inch of you was alive with him, like he was etched into your very bones.
"Youâre mine," he repeated, the words sinking in deeper, wrapping around your heart. "And you always will be."
And in that moment, you understood. You understood that there was no fighting it. No running. No way out.
You were already his.
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polaroid love by enhypen, cookie by newjeans, cool with you by newjeans, after like by ive, asap by newjeans, fever by enhypen, ETA by newjeans, 30 for 30 by sza ft. kendrick lamar, queencard by (g)-idle, psycho by redvelvet, darling, i by tyler, the creator, love countdown by nayeon, nxde by (g)-idle, sugar rush ride by txt, darari by treasure, happily ever after by txt
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HELP ME FIND A WAY TO BREATHE | M. FUSHIGURO
⥠tags ; afab + fem!reader, aged-up characters (20s), mutual pining, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, canon divergent, sex pollen, dubious consent (they are both very enthusiastic to fuck but it is still sex pollen), brief one bed trope lol, light femdom, praise kink, penetration, unprotected sex / creampies, making out, not beta'd we die like [REDACTED MANGA SPOILERS] 18+
⥠wc ; 14.1k (???)
⥠a/n ; hello! happy june, and welcome to my first of three installments part of my @ficsforgaza intiative. please go check them out and join us in fundraising for the people of palestine.
no other really notes on this one other than it's egregiously horny and even more sappy. a super lovey-dovey pining fic. title from sleep walking by bmth
⥠synopsis ; megumi has loved you for as long as he's known you and then some - which is why he avoids going on overnight missions with you at all cost. he's going to kill gojo-sensei when he gets back.
âYou should be more firm with Gojo-sensei about stuff like this,â Megumi leans back, eye twitching as he voices his complaints. âYou know he always puts it on you because you wonât say no.â Â
Youâre sitting next to Megumi reclined in your seat. He doesnât even have to turn his head to know what face youâre making - a forgiving smile, your eyes crinkled at the corner as you shrug unbothered. Â
âItâs fine with me,â You turn your head to look at him a little better, pulling your eyes way from the window. âJust how it goes sometimes, you know? Plus, Sensei was nice enough to upgrade us and sending us on these expensive seats. When else are you gonna ride in one of these?â Â
Your smile reaches your eyes, light filtering through the windows in quick motion bursts as you speed along the rails. Megumi knew thatâs what you were going to say. He shakes his head. Â
âDonât make excuses for him,â Â
âDonât be so prickly,â You reprimand, a long sigh leaving your lips. You reach across the armrest and pat Megumiâs shoulder âIf we finish up early, we should go sight-seeing. Thereâs lots of temples in Sendai Iâve never seen before.â Â
Megumi doesnât say anything to that. You havenât moved your hand from his shoulder either. The touch is subconscious and friendly - and makes Megumi want to light himself on fire. Heâs almost sure this is one of Gojoâs famous schemes, since thereâs little to no reason he couldnât handle a request like this one by himself. Or at least, Megumi couldâve gone alone and prevented himself from being alone with you on a trip for several consecutive days. Â
(Heâs got a special talent for avoiding this exact thing - always planning ahead and switching things around so this kind of incident never occurs. Heâs had a ninety-nine percent success rate. Without Gojoâs meddling, itâd probably be one-hundred)Â
Thereâs not a lot of information about the mission at present. The case files were barely filled out when he got them - only three papers tucked away neatly in a manila folder. On those pages are a few reports of cursed energy in the area and a map - outlining the general perimeter. From what intel the two of you do have, the concentration of said cursed energy in an abandoned commune. Megumi thinks it spells trouble, but some part of him is holding onto hope that itâs an easy to deal with curse. Something quick - so the two of you can be back on the next train ride to Tokyo. Â
Pitiful yearning fills him when your hands float away from his shoulder and settle back into your lap. Youâre lost in your own thoughts, eyes lidded as you stare outside of the window. He doubts you got much sleep last night. You always stay up before long trips. He sighs a little. Â
âWeâve still got,â He checks his watch. âAt least another hour and fifty minutes. Nowâd be the time to get some rest.â Â
You startle at the sound of his voice, a yawn escaping you. âNo,â You whine, lips formed into a soft pout that makes the corners of Megumiâs lips twitch. âWonât you be lonely without my company, Megumi-kun?â Â
He gives you a long suffering sigh. âNo. I have a lot to read. Get some sleep.â Â
Your frown deepens but Megumi doesnât budge. The both of you make prolonged eye-contact until you final give in after another yawn interrupts your protesting. Your eyes are barely open as is. How stubborn of you. Â
âWake me up like fifteen minutes before weâre there, please?â You relent. Â
Megumi just nods. You smile at him and his heart beats loudly at the sight as you close your eyes and succumb to exhaustion. He starts scrolling on his phone, opening his library app to read when your head falls onto his shoulder. He goes stone stiff - body locking up and blood pressure sky-rocketing before he regains control of his senses and loosens his muscles so you donât end up waking. He leans his head back against the cushion of the seat and takes a deep breath. Â
His phone buzzes in his hand, mood dropping as soon as he sees who itâs from. Â
donât respond: my dearest megumi-chan ! have the two of you arrived safely?Â
Megumi thinks about not responding, quickly reminded of the fact Gojo-sensei would not only keep texting him but abuse the âNotify Anywayâ option given half the chance. Ignoring the oncoming migraine, he types back carefully in order to leave you undisturbed. Â
(sent 6:58pm) weâre on the train now. Â
The reply is instant. Â
donât respond: oh my⊠how late. was there a delay. Â
(sent 6:58 pm) yeah. Â
donât respond: tskâŠwhy pay all that money for the good seats if this was the outcome...Â
donât respond: well. nothing you can do now. get a hotel in Sendai and check out the location during the day.Â
Megumi squints at his phone, scowl forming instantly. Â
(sent 7:02) a hotel?? what for?? Â
donât respond: megumi-chan⊠i raised you better than this. you are going to let a beautiful young maiden walk around the dark unknown at night? Â
He makes a face of disgust at the phrase. Not that Megumi thinks you arenât beautiful, but hearing the sentiment from Gojo-senseiâs mouth is truly nauseating. Â
(sent 7:02) ⊠weâll get the hotel.Â
donât respond: wonderful ! and if i may offer you some advice my dear boy Â
(sent 7:03) please donât. Â
donât respond: do not miss your chance ! this beautiful gift your sensei has bestowed upon you to make progress in your youthful loveÂ
Megumi scowls. He knew that was it. Â
(sent 7:04): You disliked âdo not miss your chance ! thisâŠâ Â
dont respond: [IMG ATTACHMENT]Â Â
Megumi stares at the attached meme (a dog gyaru posing) with a grimace - no doubt borrowed from Itadori or Kugisaki. He frowns, disliking that one too before putting the messages between them on mute and opening the app to read his book. Heâs been reading a lot of his usual nonfiction. Lately itâs an autobiography of a famous Japanese author - Soseki, the father of all modern novels. Heâs gotten farther into it than he thought he would since heâs only had it for a few days. The writing is engaging. Â
He bought it per your recommendation too, so he wants to finish it. The sudden memory of that makes Megumi blush again, his skin prickling under the fabric of his uniform.Â
 Youâre still sound asleep beside him, your breathing even and steady. If he focuses, he can see you clearly from the corner of his eyes. The soft plumpness in your lips, and each of your lashes sitting against your cheek.Â
He keeps focused on reading, though - and prays that the train ride goes a little faster. Â
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âHey,â His arm feels stiff as he moves it away from you gentle, making sure to keep your head upright and steady on the seats headrest as he wakes you from your sleep. âWeâre almost here.â Â
He sees your eyes stir behind your lids, nose crinkling as you regain consciousness. Heâs grateful you canât see him smile at you as you wake up. Quickly getting his face back to itâs baseline neutral, he waits for you to wake up as you pull away from him and sit up. You let out a long yawn, rubbing underneath your eye as to not smudge your makeup. Blinking the sleep away from your vision, you finally open your eyes. Megumi watches on in silence, trying not to look too endeared. Â
âGood morning,â You say as a half joke. Megumi doesnât bother hiding his laugh.Â
âMorning.â Â
You smile at him, pleased by his response. You pat around your body looking for your phone, visibly relieved when you find it. Megumi continues watching you as you pull it up, resting your hands on the pull-out table in front of you. You chuckle at your screen. Megumi raises his eyebrow in interest. Â
âDid you talk to Gojo-sensei?â Â
He nods. âCouple of hours ago. Why?âÂ
Instead of replying, you pull your notification center down and show Megumi the barrage of texts sent two hours-ish prior. Your phone mustâve been on DND while you were asleep since Megumi hadnât heard them either. Thereâs at least ten messages. Megumi scowls in displeasure, and you break out into a terribly lovely laugh seeing it. Â
âSee what I mean? If you give sensei an inch, heâll take a mile. Why is he texting you this student this much?âÂ
You canât suppress your giggles. âDonât be so hard on him. Heâs a little lonely now that youâre old enough to do things by yourself - thatâs all.â Â
âThen he should bother me instead of you,â Megumi grumbles. Your smile doesnât fade. Â
âHe texted you afterwards, so I guess itâs a start.â Â
âStop being so nice to him.â Â
You laugh again. Megumi tries not to smile and ultimately succeeds. Â
You study him for a brief moment before reclining a bit.  Â
âGuess Iâll have to be extra nice to you, then.â Â
A blush crawls up the back of his neck almost instantly. Your grin has a crooked edge, a touch of mirth and amusement that makes Megumi want to crawl into somewhere dark and disappear. Warmth and restless makes home in his ribcage, your perception endlessly tormenting. You donât tease him more than that, allowing Megumi catch his breath. Â
âI donât even know how thatâd be possible.â Â
âReally?â You say without missing a beat, not even looking at him as you gather up your things. âI can think of plenty of ways to be even sweeter to Megumi-kun, though?â Â
He can feel the blush deepen. His cheeks are undeniably crimson by now, heâs sure - and he can barely stand the soft quality in your voice long enough to breathe. Youâre still calm, the words genuine but undeniably tilted along the axis of teasing. If Megumi were any less stubborn, he might even beg you for mercy. He is, of course, incredibly bull-headed and refuses to do so. He huffs a little instead.Â
âYou make it sound like thereâs some quota for it.â He says, kind of lamely. Your eyes flutter, something passing in your gaze - gone before Megumi can get hold of it and know what it is. You make an impassive noise, but donât say anything in reply. Your non-answer makes him think that you might really have one. He tries not to blush any more than he is now and shakes the thought off. Â
âYou all ready to go?â You ask finally. He lets out a sigh of relief. Â
âYeah. Should be.â Megumi replies, looking down at his phone for the time. Itâll be closer to 9:30 by the time you get out of the station. âDunno if you read Senseiâs messages but he told us to stay the night at a hotel first since itâs already this late and itâs nothing urgent.â Â
Your brows raise in surprise before you nod. âThatâs probably smart. As much Iâd love to be done sooner, probably not the best idea to go lurking around in the night. Weâll do that, then.âÂ
âIâll start looking at hotels,â Megumi adds. Â
âThanks for being so helpful, Megumi-kun.â Â
He rolls his eyes. âUh-huh. Youâre welcome.â Â
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âThis isâŠreally the only place with available rooming for tonight?â Â
Megumi looks at you with an absent grimace, affirming you with a curt nod. You glance at each other, sharing mutual disbelief and basking in the solidarity of your absurd situation for a bit. A long silence stretches over you both, a weighted quiet that makes Megumi wish a giant curse would literally swallow him into the ground. Â
He wishes he had some explanation for this. His name meaning blessing feels like a spit in the face given how deeply unlucky everything about this mission has been so far.Â
Of all the hotels in Sendai, the only one within reasonable distance of your mission site that is accepting last minute is a love hotel. A love hotel is something of a non-issue. Itâs a tourist misconception to view them as kinky paradises. More modern love hotels are usually just short stays - last minute bookings with cheap prices and always adult. The full blown kinky stuff tends to stay in the several entertainment districts scattered across Japanese metropolitans. Â
Itâd be nice if that was the case here, but based on various reviews and the neon flashing blue sign at the top of the building - this is definitely the kind of love hotel for couples. The kind used for sex. Itâs the only one in proximity accepting last minute bookings, and the only hotel for miles. Megumi lets out a long suffering sigh. He can see you smiling sympathetically from the corner of his eye. He pinches the bridge of his nose as a new wave of regret settles in his bones. Â
âIâm sorry,â Megumi says, unsure of what else to say. He is truly and deeply sorry for the level of misfortune he seems to have around you. You shake your head in reply, shrugging. Â
âLetâs make the best of it,â You respond, pausing before going on. âSensei is going to be really annoying about seeing this charge on his card, huh?â Â
Megumi must look as distraught as he feels because you laugh immediately at his expression. You squeeze his shoulder sympathetically, though you clearly find it funny. âSorry, sorry. Itâll be fine. Maybe he wonât notice.â Â
 Gojo-sensei tends to keep tabs whenever people are away on missions. Itâs a common precaution for sorcerers, and when more experienced sorcerers relegate their own work - they are solely responsible for that task. Megumi can only hope heâs too busy to keep watch on it for the night. Realistically though, it means Sensei will definitely see. Â
Megumi decides to overlook this information as best he can. At least for now.Â
You trek into the hotel with your away bag, Megumi in-step behind you with his head hung low.Â
It sounds corny to him retroactively (he canât help but cringe when he says it aloud), but Megumi had foolishly hoped he could be somewhat useful to you in this mission. Every fight the two of you have been in together, youâve saved Megumiâs skin at least once. Heâs incredibly aware of the increasing debt between you. Thank youâs and paid dinners stopped being enough a long time ago. He wasnâtâŠhoping to be a knight in shining armor or anything like that - but he really wanted to do more this time since youâre already going together. Â
You probably understood that talking to the front desk in these conditions would give him a hernia and took the responsibility on without complain. You make these acts of consideration look easy and natural - smooth like the flow of water. Megumi has yet to learn how to swim against the tide instead of getting swept up in its motion. Â
Despite Megumiâs countless attempts at repaying your kindness, heâs never been able break even. He reflects on this as you speak to the woman at the front desk. Â
The lobby of Hotel:SAPPHIRE is exactly what someone might expect from an actual love hotel. The lights are dim even up front and thereâs a lot of glittery, mildly gaudy decor. Aside from the front desk, the first floor hosts some kind of amenities store and a lounge or bar. Â
 Megumiâs awareness of his surroundings is making his blush worse. Heâs not concerned by being seen in a love hotel, as much as heâs hung up on the idea that people are assuming youâre both a couple. Rationally, he knows that means nothing. Youâre two people of the opposing gender and similar age - of course people would think that. Â
Still, it makes him soâŠughâŠshy, he could genuinely die of misery. Â
He tries his best to zone out, but ultimately canât. He tunes in to listens to you talk to the woman at the front desk instead. Â
âThereâs probably no double beds here, huh?â You ask. The woman at the front desk gives you a confused look of both sympathy and apology. You shake your head with a pleasant smile. Â
âYeah. I thought so. Whatâs the nicest room you have?â Â
âWe have a queen room, with a queen bed, couch and a jacuzzi. It has one of our more spacious bathrooms as well.â Â
Megumi closes his eyes. Your reply is chipper. âSure! Weâll take that one.â Â
âAnd how long will you be staying?â Â
âAbout five days?â Â
His eyes snap open. Megumi gives you an incredulous look from where heâs standing. You turn back with a small smile as if having predicted it and then shrug again. Â
âI still wanna go sightseeing.â Â
He canât say anything to refute you in the moment, despite how much heâd like to push back on the idea. Youâre definitely enjoying yourself, at least. Maybe he shouldâve expected that. Youâre not exactly the type to get easily embarrassed. Even getting the words of complaint out feel too humiliating given the context. He sighs. Â
âWhatever,â Â
The woman at the front desk, increasingly baffled by the nature of your relationship, puts you down for five days before handing you two room cards. Â
She briefly explains some of the perks, and gently points you to the small store which freely offers things like lube, condoms, scented lotions and oils, and bath products. Itâd be great if some meteor hit Earth right now and killed him (and only him) instantly. You give her your kindest thanks and take the two room cards, turning around to pass one over to Megumi. He gives you a long look. You reply with two thumbs up and goofy grin. Â
âLetâs go to the little store place!â Â
âWhy the hell would you want to do thatâ Megumi hisses, blushing profusely. You are predictably nonplussed by his reaction. Â
âI want to see the scented lotions. A souvenir. If you will.âÂ
Itâs truly imperative to to him in that moment he remembers how often youâve saved him from mortal peril. He relents easily after that, trailing along behind you. Â
Itâs less of a store and more of a display case of possible lewd items on four sides of a centered wall, with just enough space to walk around. Megumi stonewalls as soon as the two of you are within five feet of it. You take your time looking through the different thing and snickering at the display case. Â
At one point, you tug Megumiâs sleeve and snap him out of his trance. He begrudgingly follows your gaze, eyes widening at the display case of condoms. There are so many condoms. He didnât even know they made that many kinds. Â
âMaybe we should bring one? You know, just in case.â You do a stupid wiggle with your eyebrows. Megumi is painfully aware itâs just jokes, closing his eyes with a deep sigh, elbowing you lightly. Â
âFuck off.âÂ
Your voice is sing-songy as you continue your tirade. Â
âYou never know, Megumi! What if end up in a condom emergency trying to fight curses?â Â
âPlease shut up.â Â
Your laughter sounds again behind your closed fist, but youâre merciful and turn the corner to look at everything else. Â
You indeed pick up two scented lotions and a bath bomb before you finally agree to retire to the room. Â
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Megumi is rendered speechless when you finally unlock the door to your room. Â
He isnât sure why. He shouldâve expected much worse. Â
The room is big as promised. Probably three times the size of his own dorm at Jujutsu Tech. Thereâs one bed in the middle (certainly king-sized, not queen) - with a couch and glass table adjacent to it along the back wall. The couch is upholstered with a creaky, gold fabric and the walls are painted mostly white with the exception of one wall being painted sapphire blue, decorated with a rose mural. The throw pillows and complimentary blanket share a familiar loud pattern, incorporating all three colors and stitched with gold threads. Â
Thereâs rose petals everywhere. On the bed, floor, and the table. The glass table accompanying the couch even has two champagne flutes and complimentary bottle to go along with it. Thereâs a present box on the bed, wrapped in shiny white wrapping paper and a sickly sweet, red bow. Â
Megumi doesnât want to know whatâs inside. Â
You shut the door behind him after dragging in the rest of your luggage. Â
The two of you take in the view together for a minute before Megumi hears you break out into a long fit of laughter, making him jolt. He looks over at where youâve dropped down into a squat, giggling hysterically beside him. He feels suddenly winded from the days events as you break the tension. Â
After you gather yourself you stand to your feet and look at him warmly, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. Megumi wishes he could take it as easy as you. Â
âAhhâŠhehehe..â You put a hand over your mouth trying to suppress the sound as you turn away. âOkay, sorry. Uhm. Hah. Do you want to shower first or should I?â Â
Megumi responds reflexively. âYou can shower first.â Â
You nod, yawning as you stretch your arms up. He forces himself not to look at the way your shirt rides up over your stomach. Patting his shoulder after collecting yourself, you shoot him a tired but reassuring smile. At least he knows youâre both exhausted. Â
âThanks, Megumi-kun. Do me a favor and order room service, please? Iâm starving.â Â
He nods. âDo you want to look at the menu?â Â
You wave your hand dismissively, taking your bag and turning to the bathroom. âI trust you know me well enough to know what I want.â Â
The instant preening internally makes Megumi want to crawl in a hole. Heâs glad you canât see him. Â
âYeah. Go shower, already.â Â
âMm,â You make a noise as you stretch. âWill do.â Â
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The room is unnaturally dim. Â
Thereâs a movie playing in the background as both you and Megumi sit on the bed. Youâre doing some work on your laptop - typing in short bursts every few minutes. Megumi has no idea what youâre working on. Youâre oddly meticulous with paper work but aside from the disaster of finding room and board - there isnât anything to report on. Â
Whatever it is though, youâve been working on since you finished dinner an hour ago - nursing your beer while typing away. Â
Megumi glances at you from the corner of his eyes, heart unfairly racing at the lack of distance between you. He really should be past this. Your skin is damp from the shower and you smell like the scented lotion from earlier which makes him feel weird and warm. He decided to drink with you, but his tolerance is much worse than yours so he feels a little tipsy. He isnât sure if thatâs better or worse. Dealing with everything sober hasnât been very fun. Â
Heâs staring at you openly but youâre too preoccupied to take notice. Heâs kind of grateful. His fingers tap the sides of his can as his eyes flits up to the cheap action movie playing on the TV. Â
After a little longr, you stretch your arms over your head and shut your laptop.Â
âAll done with your work?â Â
You blink rapidly, momentarily taken aback before smiling. âYeah. Finally.â Â
âWhat were you actually doing?âÂ
âStarted on the report and then dug around some old archives for information on the commune.â Â
âDid you find anything?â Â
You laugh humorlessly. âMore or less? But nothing we couldnât have figured out on our own. The commune was more like a curse cult but it ran functionally for almost ten years. They did some type of curse breeding.â Â
âCurse⊠breeding? As in likeâŠ?â Megumi asks, making a face. Â
âItâs what it sounds like? I think. Thereâs not really any more information. The uploaded documents were barely legible. How it works, why they did it, and if it was effective - we have no information on that. Just that there was some powerful curses in the area in the late nineties.â Â
âIn the nineties? So itâs been what, decades since any activity? Why now?â Â
You shrug. âBest guess is that the sudden uptick in tourism caused it. You know, Sensei had some business in Sendai a few years back. It was right before Itadori-kun got hold of Sukuna I think. Itâs not impossible for all of it to be connected.â Â
Megumi sighs. âDonât know if that makes it better or worse.â Â
âI want to look into Gojo-senseiâs case right now but,â A yawn interrupts your train of thought. âWeâll need to be up and at âem early tomorrow.â Â
âRight,â He says, immediately preparing to sleep on couch and praying you wonât notice. âGoodnight, then -â Â
His plans are foiled fast of course. Before he can get up, you tug at the sleeve of his robe. Your face is flush from beer and sleep. Youâre so effortlessly alluring to his brain heâs irritated. The motion picture casts a soft glow on your features, picturesque in how pretty you seem to be with no effort. Â
âWhere are you going?â Â
âTo sleep on the couch.â Â
âI canât let you do that,â You shake your head. Megumi says nothing. âIâll take the couch.â Â
He purses his lips. âDid you think I was gonna say yes to that?â Â
You press your lips into a flat line. âNoâŠnot really. But.. I canât let you sleep on the couch. Itâll be a long day and you need rest,â You smile at him sleepily âI donât mind sharing the bed.â Â
âAbsolutely not,â He replies instantly. You pout at him. Damn it.Â
âMegumi-kun, please? We can just put one of the pillows between us.â Â
Megumi stares at you with a hardened brow. He knows from experience that a pillow would barely resolve the issue. A lesson he learned at fifteen where a similar incident had you both sleeping in the same tent. Â
You move in your sleep. A lot. As a result, fifteen year old Megumi spent an entire night with you, paralyzed by the lack of distance and missing an entire night of sleep. Every muscle in his body in his body had set rigid like early onset rigor mortis from stress that night. Â
He barely slept. Worse, the next morning Sensei had practically harassed him about his disheveled state. Megumi couldnât look you in the eye for the rest of the mission, though he got over it eventually. Only because you seemed very troubled when he didnât talk to you. Â
Youâre making a similarly distressed expression now at the thought of making Megumi sleep on the couch. He winces, swayed with embarrassing ease. The feeling fades after he sees how brightly you smile. Â
âThank you,â Â
He wants to ask why youâre thanking him, but doesnât know if he can handle hearing the answer so he says nothing. You turn the TV off and finish your beer and toss the can before returning to bed and undoing the covers. Megumi sits on the edge, watching as you rearrange the various pillows. You place a body pillow in between the both of you and fluff up another pillow to give to Megumi. You smile as you hand it to him, and he takes it with a soft blush. Â
He reminds you to go brush your teeth and watches you pad off to go do it, sighing and trying to meditate before itâs his turn to do the same. The alcohol is wearing off quicker than he hoped. Â
The room is nearly pitch black except for a single dim light when Megumi comes back from the bathroom. Youâre already in bed, and you smile when Megumi emerges with a stupidly cute giggle following. Heâll never get used to you, heâs sure. Â
Megumi craws into bed beside you. The bed is wide and spacious - and thereâs plenty of room seperating you. He isnât any less self-conscious of the fact heâs still sleeping in a bed next to you though, for better for worse. Â
âNight, Megumi.â You mumble, barely awake. Youâll fall asleep fast. Megumi reaches over and turns off the lights. Â
âNight.â Â
He lays in the dark, facing the other wall and waiting for your breathing to go even. Compelled to turn towards your back, Megumi does so as quietly and unobtrusively as possible. He can make out your silhouette in the dark, tracing the outline of your shoulder with his eyes as he continues to feel incredibly nervous and lovesick. Heâs been pining like this for so long, he finds it pathetic. Â
 Youâre less than a few feet away but he can barely bring himself to look at you. Oddly overwhelmed, he lets his eyes close and tries his best not to think too much about the next few days. Â
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Against all odds, Megumi sleeps well and wakes up feeling better. Â
You, of course, moved around a bunch in your sleep - ending up on his side of the bed with a single arm thrown across his waist and your face in his chest. He woke up earlier than you, thankfully - and carefully pried himself from your touch to take a cold shower in the bathroom and not die of embarrassment at the resulting morning wood.Â
You were awake by the time he got out. After you were both ready for the day, you ate breakfast together and had coffee before leaving the hotel. The whole situation was more embarrassing during the daylight. Â
Your hotel is a twenty minute drive from the site location of the mission. A quick taxi cab ride to a small temple. Navigating isnât exceptionally difficult. The temple itself is somewhat obscured, not marked on any online maps. Itâs well known locally though, enough that a taxi driver could take them towards the bottom of the hill where itâs located. Itâs listed as a temple, but on further inspection itâs a small and worn shrine. The details about the shrines origin or history are unclear even. Â
After arriving, you were both relying on the provided map. The commune itself is away from civilization. A couple hundred meters Northeast from the temple sight is a path through the forest - leading out to the clearing where the commune is supposedly located. Â
The communes ruins are a one straight distance after that. If someone was taking a short hike, it wouldnât be hard to find. Â
So it isnât difficult to find for the two of you either. Â
Megumiâs shikigami follow along side him, divine dog sniffing along the trail. Youâre up front, checking the path and making sure the trail is correct, as well taking notes for your report later on. Â
You turn your head and share a look with Megumi - no doubt feeling the same thing he does. Thereâs cursed energy around here, but itâs weird and hard to trace. Neither him nor the Shikigami can make sense of exactly where itâs coming from. Â
Eventually, you come across stone - laid deliberately like a pathway, and glance at Megumi with hopeful eyes. Â
A clearing comes in view. Ruins, with cursed energy brimming somewhere within them fall into his sightline. Itâs a bigger location that Megumi thought itâd be - stretching out far despite hosting so few residents. There are dilapidated cabins and other buildings, the place filled with overgrowth and ivy. Shattered windows, graffiti, and trash affirm to Megumi that this place was found by other people at one point or another. Â
Megumi stands besides you as you assess the situation, silently taking the lead. You step forward, further in. A sigh leaves your lips as you turn to Megumi. Â
âWeâre here but,â You scratch the back of your neck. âWhat to do now isâŠâ Â
âWhat are you thinking?â Â
You sigh. âPart of me wonders if we should split up to check the buildings, but the information is so vague that I donât know if itâs a good idea.â Â
âItâs fine.â Megumi assures. Heâs not thrilled but splitting up for now is the best course of action. He can handle himself. Heâs sure youâre worrying about that. âAs long as we can hear each other, it should be fine.â Â
Your concern muddles your features, brows drawn together as you frown. You relent eventually though. Megumi feels the corners of his mouth twitch up at how long you think about it. Â
âOkay then,â You use your fingers to point towards the left half, right at what looks like an abandoned dormitory. âIâll go look in there. Megumi-kun can go that way. And if anything sticks out, call for me immediately.âÂ
âDonât worry so much.â Â
âIf itâs Megumi, I canât help but worry,â Your reply comes in the same beat. He feels himself blush, casting his gaze to his Divine Dog with a frown. Â
âIâll be fine so letâs hurry up and look around already.âÂ
You still hesitate to part ways with Megumi, but you budge eventually. He waits for you to summon protection for yourself, watching in awe as you unzip a deck of cards from the side pocket of your uniform. Beautiful, steel enforced hanafuda cards shine in the daylight. You shuffle them with your eyes closed, feeling along the backs for the right one before sliding the set back into your uniforms compartment. Â
You make a gesture to follow along with the command two-handed tanzaku, ten points - and Megumi watches the curse manifest around your arms. A strand of bi-colored tanzaku paper appears in your hand, razor-sharp with cursed energy. You coil it around your wrist before turning to Megumi with a small smile. Â
Despite how often heâs seen you do it, the appreciation in your face at the newly summoned curse make his emotions bubble and swell with impossible longing. Â
âLetâs meet back here if we get lost,â You say precariously. Megumi huffs. Â
âWe wonât get lost. Itâs barely that far.â Â
You pout at him. âItâs better to be safe then sorry.â Â
He wants to ask when youâre doing when you drop down to your knees - but the words die in his throat as your hand comes up to pet his shikigami affectionately. You give it a small smile. âPlease take care of Megumi-kun in my absence.â Â
The Divine Dog lets out a pleased chuff that makes you smile. Â
ââŠ.Weâll be fine,â He says - because as much as he would like to make fun of you for it, he finds it all terribly cute. You stand back up to your feet, seemingly more reassured. Thatâs good at least. âIâll go ahead, then.â Â
Megumi turns to leave before you can get another embarrassing word in edgewise, blush crawling up against his skin. Once he hears your foot steps fall lighter and lighter in the opposite direction, he takes moment to steel himself and prepare for the mission. Â
Itâs easier to tear his mind away from you when the threat of mortal peril looms - so for once, Megumi is just a little grateful to be a sorcerer. Â
He takes a better look at his surroundings, shikigami sniffing along the crumbling pathways of the ruined commune and searching for a scent. Itâs a strange place with a strange aura, aside from the curse. Thereâs not much way to describe other than tiny village. The half youâve gone to explore seems to be nothing but houses and communal living - with some kind of central house if Megumi had to guess based on itâs layout. Â
Where Megumi is walking along though seems to be amenities. On the right is open space - rustic wood stakes stuck into the ground with clothes-wire with a rotted fence separating it from another big patch of dirt. Thereâs signs tacked onto some of the structural poles along the outside, but theyâre too dirty for Megumi to read. Itâs easy to tell from how crude everything is that all of it was hand-made. Â
On the left of him are storage sheds and old-crates that have somehow stood the test of time - covered in dust and dirt and moss. One of the storage sheds has a completely collapsed roofÂ
Itâs entirely uninteresting, and that feels unsettling. The cursed air still lingers, but the familiar acrid scent doesnât seem to be there. Itâs something else, something new - and itâs simmering under the surface. Neither he nor his Shikigami seem to pick up on anything clearly.Â
After a few minutes of walking, Megumi thinks they start to close in on the end of the trail. His shikigami suddenly comes to life. He looks forward. Â
At the end of the trail, obscured by more forest and trail is a greenhouse. Itâs made with all glass, and thereâs moss and condensation surrounding it. Something about it feels alive, but Megumi canât tell if thatâs just his well-developed paranoia. Â
âGo find her,â Megumi says. The shikigami makes an affirmative noise and darts off in the opposite direction as Megumi closes into the building and surrounding structures. Â
The front door of the structure is pried open and pushed against the wall. Itâs an interesting shape - a half-dome and much bigger than how it looks from the outside when Megumi steps in. Too big. Itâs weird. Â
All of the hair stands on the back of Megumiâs neck as he stands inside of it. He fits with plenty of space to move his limbs. There are raised beds along both sides of the facility - the material boxing them in now covered in dirt and dust. Overgrowths and some kind of small plant crush underneath his feet and surround him. It smells⊠sweet. Very sweet but distantly. Megumi canât figure out what it is. Towards the back are gardening tools and a table with things on it. Â
Itâs here. This is the center of whatever unusual cursed energy heâs been feeling since theyâve been within one-hundred feet of this place. Itâs in here, surrounding him. Â
His skin starts to feel hot. He figures the presence of the glass might be concentrating sunlight and brushes it aside. Â
He doesnât get much time alone in his assessment of the place. A few minutes pass before you find him again, smiling at him upon your return. Megumiâs heart does a soft pitter-patter as you enter, his shikigami proudly behind you. Thereâs a sudden leap in his affection laying eyes on that doesnât make sense. Itâs unusual and unprofessional for him to get so caught up on it during a mission. Heâs had enough with you to know how to tamp the feeling down. He has a hard time with it this time thought but shakes it off. Â
âDid you find anything?â Megumi asks. Your tanzaku is wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet, Megumi notices. Â
âYeah, actually. Notes. I didnât get much time to check and a lot of them were too water-damaged to read, but I think curse breeding mightâve been an inaccurate,â You say, scratching the back of your neck. âIt seemed like something else. With different kinds of cursed energy, or something to create more output.â Â
Megumi doesnât know what that means, and it must show on his face because you laugh in understanding. âYeah. It wasnât clear to me either but I havenât seen everything yet. I thought I should come here first so we can expel whatevers here.â Â
âThatâs the problem, though.â Megumi says. âCanât figure out what exactly is here. The cursed energy isâŠâ Â
âObscured,â You say easily. Megumi nods. Â
âExactly,â Â
âNever seen anything like this before, honestly.â Â
Megumi is surprised by that. Youâve been a special grade for a long time, the extent of your abilities equal to Okkotsu-senpai He doesnât know how worried he should be. Youâre focusing hard as you look around.Â
He tries to do the same, wants to contribute more to the conversation but his mind feels strangely cloudy. He slept well he thought. Maybe the heat is bothering him more than expected. The uniforms have always been stuffy during summer. Â
You step around around him to look at your surroundings better, but find the same problem. Â
After a minute or two of aimlessly searching, something seems to click in. You drop down to your knee. Your fingers caress whatever is sprouting in the ground underneath you. Plucking one from the soil, you bring it up to your face and frown. Youâre gentle with the petals. It looks like a clover of some kind, but the color is too bright - more like a small flower maybe. Heâs never seen anything like it. Â
Megumi feels his skin go hot again watching you touch it. Itâs odd. Too sudden and almost nonsensical, how much magentism he feels towards your innocuous gesture. Â
Thereâs another shift in the air, deliberate - and something moves underneath Megumiâs feet. Your voice is panicked as some sudden realization dawns on you, his shikigami barks loudly. Â
Everything moves around him in a daze. His ears are ringing suddenly, heart thumping hard against his chest as the flowers beneath him move and distort into tendrils, curling around his ankles. Â
âMegumi-kun, we have to get out of here. We have toââ Â
Your words are cut short before he can heed them. A scream rips from his chest as the ground opens up and swallows him whole.Â
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He falls for a long time. It seems endless. Â
His voice is trapped in his throat, despite his attempts to scream. His body weightless, crashes through empty space for what feels like hours. Despite the situation, all Megumi can worry about is you. You arenât falling beside him though heâs sure you came in together. The whole that ripped the ground was too big for that not to be true. The thought of you dying is so familiar, but it makes Megumi want to throw up mid-air. Â
The crash comes eventually. Bracing himself for impact as he falls backwards , he lands onto something like grass. Itâs not painful in the least. His skin prickles at the sensations surrounding him. Saccharine sweetness distorts the air, an artificial scent clogging his lungs as he gasps and opens his eyes. Â
He senses a presence next to him and turns to find you beside him in the grass. His body aches, both wanting to find relief in the fact youâve appeared beside him and feeling uncertainty at the same fact. Cursed energy seeps through every inch of this place, and part of him worries youâre some kind of illusion or mirage. Regardless, he calls out for you and hopes youâll answer. Â
âHey,â He tries saying your name but you donât budge. He nudges your arm but retracts just as quickly, hissing - the sensation making his skin burn at point of contact. A hole sears in your uniform where he touches you. âWake up, shit. Please wake up.â Â
After another minute, your eyes open. Megumi lets out a breath he wasnât aware heâd been holding. You groan as you sit up. Megumi sits up with you. Â
âFuck,â Your voice is thick as you sit with one leg up, a pressing a knuckle to your temple. âMy head is pounding.â Â
Megumi makes a noncommittal noise. âYeah. I canât tell what kind of domain this is.â Â
âThese were just apart of the curse, then. I felt something off of them but..,â You pick a flower up from the grass and it..moves. He frowns. âThey must just be apart of the domain. Which means thereâs a special grade behind this.âÂ
Right. Megumi has been too hung up on everything else to make proper note of that. He rubs the back of his neck as he tries to absorb his surroundings. The air around him is hazy pink. He canât acclimate to it, breathing shallow. From the flower-curse you picked, to the plants on the trees nearby. Itâs lush and humid, but the makeup in the surroundings is dreamlike. A woodland forest of some kind, maybe. Thereâs a waterfall and round body of water, a short distance away and trees on every side. Itâs alarming in how beautiful it is, disconcerting since the cursed energy inside is potent enough to make all the hair on Megumiâs neck stand straight. Â
âMy, my. What delicious sorcery Iâve stumbled upon,â Â
Megumi looks around to try to find the source of the voice but comes up with nothing. You and Megumi share a look in silent understanding. Â
âAn unregistered Special Grade in the underground of Sendai.â Your voice is resolute. It sounds so different to how you usually speak, firm and cold. âHow did you obscure your cursed energy like this.â Â
âSo many questions. Donât be so hostile to your host,â The voice is soft and feminine but deeply distorted at the same time. Grating. âIâm a benevolent spirit, little sorcerer - so I wonât kill you right away. Keep in mind you are in my domain. To attack me would be unwise. And I promise, youâll feel good until the very end.â Â
You quiet, assessing the situation. Thereâs so little about the curse that either of you can make out. The curse is intelligent enough to bargain - to reason, which means the danger youâre both in is substantial enough to be incredibly cautious. You realize it quickly, Megumi is sure. He shoots you a look, your brows furrowed as you try to make everything make sense. Â
âWhat are you after?â Â
âYou must know, little sorcerer. Human desire is filthy thing. Money, power, fame.â The air changes around you - flowers besides you blooming higher and higher until youâre all but surrounded. The sickly sweet scent becomes stronger and headier. Megumiâs lungs fill with the strange gas, burning the back of his throat. He coughs, trying to expel it. âWhat beautiful curses are born from pent-up and unspoken wants.â Â
âFuck this is so irritating,â You seem to be in a similar condition, holding up your first to your mouth as you cough along side himÂ
âHuman beings are so foolish in the face of lust, so inducing such a fever is easy. But the results can be so lackluster.â The curse is taunting, giddy at the prospect of you. âHow lucky and I to come across such talented jujutsu sorcerers with such ripe energy, hm?âÂ
âAn underhanded method like this,â You talk mostly to yourself. âYour physical form must be weak, then. To obscure yourself inside of your domain.â Â
Megumi can feel the cursed energy amplify, a sneer in the Special Gradeâs voice. Â
 âHow clever.â It remarks sarcastically. âBut not clever enough. Itâll be staring any minute now. Fight it to your hearts content, little sorcerer. Iâm looking forward to the show.â Â
Itâs only a split second before the heat starts to sink into Megumiâs body. He burns so intensely, so suddenly - it makes every other sensation feel trivial. Itâs painful, searing, and all-consuming. Breathless, he feels his vision blur as a strong wave of physical arousal completely dominates him. Itâs like an injection, nerves on high alert as he pulls at the neck of his uniform and gasps. The flowers surrounding you bloom into something grotesque, an open mouth in the center hissing out more of the pink hazy gas thatâs surrounding you before turning again, until you can barely see a few feet away from each other. Megumi can feel the cursed energy course through his body, like pure fire in his blood stream. His cock is hard as steel, makes him feel like heâs going to pass out if he doesnât touch himself. Â
Forcing himself to remain steady for as long as he can, he searches for you. Your condition isnât better as you lean back on your palms - your chest heaving in out as visible arousal paints your face. You share the same pain, the same lust, the same fever. The thought of it makes Megumiâs cock stir again shamefully. Â
âIâm sorry,â Megumi can barely make out his voice. Itâs so painful. His entire body feels like itâs screaming but he canât bear the idea of forcing you to touch him. These conditions, this situation - this terrible heat. Whatever loose threads of rationale are keeping him afloat in these few minutes are begging him to find a way out of this.Â
He knows itâs the circumstances. No one understands things like this more clearly than him but he feels deep resentment anyway. Mostly towards himself. âIâm sorry.. aah, fuck - I donât want to force this.â Â
âMegumi-kun.â You manage to voice some of your lucidity like he has, the brunt of it closing in. He feels like heâs only deluding himself, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. âCome here.âÂ
âNo,â He almost screams it. He wants too. But he canât find his voice to speak to you like that. He hopes the urgency reaches you. âIâm sorry. Shit, shitââ  Â
He doesnât want to shatter the thing heâs so desperately protected - to ruin the relationship heâs felt so precious about so many years of his life. He doesnât want it to happen this way. He can feel the self-loathing as he bites his tongue.Â
 Heâs dreamed of it so often, to touch you and kiss you and hold you. But at the hands of a curse feel so unfair. Â
âItâs okay,â Your voice is so soft - a salve to his nerves. A balm to ache of his whole life, calm and smooth and so kind. He burns so deeply he wants to scream. Your expression is somber but still assured. âItâs okay. It hurts right? So itâs fine.â Â
He closes his eyes. Such a pure despair. Fuck. Tears well up his vision. The pain is unbearable without you. Perhaps itâs always been that way. Â
âPlease,â Â
A desperate attempt to no one to wake up from this. Â
âMegumi-kun,â Â
Itâs the sound of your voice, calling his name so assuredly even in the face of death, that finally makes Megumi shatter. The heat overtakes him. Posesses his sense and forces him onto you like a lifeline. Â
He throws himself at you in the grass, almost knocking you back with the force of his body. Both hands clasp your face as he presses his lips with yours with nothing but desperation. Itâs less of a kiss and more of crash landing. He can feel his own conflict stirring inside of him but the relief of your touch drowns out his surroundings. All else in the world becomes silent except the taste of your mouth and the feeling of your face. How much heâs longed to this very thing, dreamed of it. Years. Over a decade of his life hiding in your beautiful shadow. Â
You pull away from Megumi with a gasp and your face makes his entire body jolt. A flush dusts along your cheekbones as your hands reach for his shoulders. His head feels light. He can feel his cock twitch at the contact, suddenly gaining awareness of just how hard he is. Â
âMegumi-kun,â You sound so serious it jolts him awake. His eyes open wide as he watches you undress hastily. Youâre stumbling in your movements as you take everything off as quickly as you can - grabbing Megumi by the collar as he sits stiffly. âTake it off. All of it. Now, please.â Â
At his wits end, he does. His hands tremble. His rational mind is fighting him at every gesture but his clothes feeling so constraining, binding him. His skin prickles, an itch skipping over his whole body as he takes everything off as fast as his hands allow. His vision is distorted from the heat. His uniform is sticky as he peels it off, drenched in sweat. He doesnât see where they go, only feeling the relief as they come off his body. He looks for you unconsciously, immediately wanting to pull away from you as he finds you naked. The feeling is so primal it strikes fear in him. Another wave of unimaginable want pours over his skin like magma spilling across rock. Â
He canât count how much time heâs spent shamefully wondering what you look like naked. You exceed his expectations just like always, unbearably gorgeous. Soft edges and curves, scars and stretch marks - so unfairly enticing to his senses. He groans at the sight of you, eyes lidded in unadulterated, carnal want as you crawl over to him. Â
Your hand pushes his shoulders back lightly towards the bed of grass underneath you both, until heâs flat on his back. Heâs overwhelmed when you crawl on top of him. Youâre fever-sick just like he is, and Megumi is sure that youâre in just as much pain.Â
But the face you make when you look like you want him is so fucking unfair. Â
Youâre beautiful and tricky and cunning and Megumi wants and wants and wants. Wants so fucking bad he might die, wants you so bad the heat in his body threatens to kill him without you. He needs you to touch him. Needs to feel your pretty hands slide across his body and touch whatever you want.Â
 You lean forward to kiss him again much harder then before. Desperation makes kissing feel so pleasurable, so good. You feel so damn good. His mind is a blank slate, your tongue carving his wants into, rewiring his conscious to pine after you until the end. Your lips are soft - pillowy and plush against his own despite how much the kiss feels like little more but tongue and teeth. He wants to forfeit it all for the sake of this lasting a little longer, just as he has his entire life. Â
Your existence a proof of his namesake - tongue and taste a blessing. Â
Your body is soft and hot against Megumiâs skin but together the temperature cools comfortable. Itâs sensual how slippery the sweat makes your bodies as you rub against each other. A mutual oasis, your tits squish along his abs and chest as Megumi holds you tight. Each time your nippls brush, his cock floods with precum. Â
You slip your tongue into his mouth, and kiss Megumi sloppily. His cock pulses awake at the wetness, a strong wave of arousal backing him into a corner. Your pussy is barely hovering against his cock but Megumi strains. It gets pulled from him, an involuntary reaction. Cum spurts out of him, splashing up against your skin - dripping as it sticks to your pussy in hot spurts. He groans into your lips. Â
âDid you cum from us kissing?â You ask, your voice completely gone. Itâs you but itâs not. It matters but it doesnât. Â
He makes an affirmative noise and you giggle into his mouth, teeth bumping together as you kiss more. âMegumi-kun is cute.â Â
Heâs still so painfully hard. Electricity flares through everyone of his nerves as he slides just barely against your cunt. Fuck. Youâre so wet. It feels so good it makes Megumi want to buck his hips and be inside of you already. Impatience makes his grip on your hips tight. His brain feels like itâs weighted with lead. Heâs losing himself, losing his fucking mind like this. You taste sweet against his tongue as you sink your pussy down and grind against his length. Youâre throbbing so hard Megumi can feel every pulse, the desperate spasming of your sex approaching orgasm. Â
The filthiness of your arousal mixing together makes Megumiâs cock twitch against your clit hard. You moan loudly into his mouth and the sound sends him over edge, a life-time of pining make it hard to breathe as you take initiative and pleasure yourself with his body. Heâs incredibly eager to allow you. Over and over, you slide your soft pussy over the length of his cock and balls - aimlessly covering it with slick, hips rutting and shivering with motion. Drools drips along the corners of your lips as you kiss him. Â
He already wants to cum again, wants to take you in such a primal way it makes him dizzy. He feels whole thinking about what it might feel to cum so deeply inside of you. Heâs thought about before, but the thought holds so much more weight in the state of his fever. Â
But now itâs the only thing he wants. His teeth ache at the mere prospect. Of filling your pussy with his cum until it overflows and drips. Wants to see it pulse and push and spill and fuck it into you at your request. He wants to hear you praise him for it just like he always does, the desire much stronger than ever. Easier to admit in this curse induced sex. Â
Youâre breathless as you orgasm above him, on top of him - sliding along his cock and soaking his lower half with stickiness of your pussy. You pull away from his mouth to laugh delightfully. Heâs so hard. He wants you so much he doesnât know how to express it other than kissing you desperately - still restraining himself. Â
Itâs so much easier to catch his breathe now that youâve both cum. Even painfully highstrung from the high with such a horrible temperature, something settles before it builds back up again. Â
The relief is burdensome almost. Â
âSo we,â Youâre breathless, more yourself and Megumi has never been happy yet so sad to see this glimpse of you again. âWe both have toâŠhaah.. cum. For the fever to slow...Thatâs something to work with.â Â
Your expression is more serious as you lean forward, sweaty forehead touching his. Itâs you doing it, not the curse forcing you both and that makes his body react. âMegumi-kun. Everything will be okay.â Â
âIâm sorry. I didnât,â He screws his eyes shut hard. âI didnât want this to happen. This is..â Â
He wants to say the worst possible outcome, but he doesnât. You smile at him. âItâs okay because itâs you.â Â
Even in the middle of all of this, you manage to get his hopes up in the worst possible way. He canât do anything but laugh at that, genuine exhaustion starting to make him lose sense. Another wave is coming quickly, steadily. Taking a serious look at his face, you hold him close to you. Â
âWeâll survive this. Weâve fought worse.â Â
âYouâre comforting me at a time like this,â Â
You just smile at him. The heat spikes again, even more intensely than before and both of you stare at each other as the lust glosses over your expression. A pit forms in his stomach, the arousal spiking so high he chokes on it. Youâre kissing again - no build up as you slide your tongue sloppily against his mouth and rub against his cock. Itâs not enough this time, not even close. His chest is tight as he gasps the words against your mouth. Â
âInside.â He breathes the word between kisses, spit and saliva dripping down the sides of his face. âNeed to be inside. Please, shit. Please.â Â
âI want it inside.â You say and Megumi groans as your hands reach between your bodies - sticky from the mess. His cock twitches as soon as your hand wraps around the base of his shaft. You pump it twice as you sit up completely to get better accesses to it. The absence of your body makes him needy again. Â
Pre-cum dribbles pathetically from the tip as you guide his cock to your pussy. Without any prep at all, you lean back and slam your weight down onto him with full force. It slides with no resistance - as you take him all the way down to the base with complete ease. Your body collapses into a shiver when you take him inside. You both cum at exactly the same time, your pussy sucking him in with a vice-like grip as he shoots another load into you. Inside of you so deep heâs aroused all over again. His cock is still hard as he fills you - and you ride your mutual high out before another brief moment of sobriety takes you. Heâs briefly sated as you pas back down against him, littering bites along his neck. Â
You smile at him when you pull back, suddenly lucid - bending down to meet his mouth in a kiss sober. He can feel himself blush as he joins you in the brief lucidity. Â
âMegumi, youâre so big.â You say with breathless laughter. He almost wants to scream he loves you but buries it immediately. Â
He groans. âI canât believe youâre being like this given the situation.â Â
You hum pleasantly and Megumi feels his heart tug. The moment lingers to briefly before itâs interrupted again. Itâs abrupt and makes you lean into his chest. Â
âYou sorcerers are boring me to tears,â The curse starts again, making you both stand to alert almost immediately. âDonât be so shy now.â Â
The Special Grade repeats the incantation of a technique. Â
Cursed Technique: Hidden Desires. Â
The air around Megumi changes suddenly. Instead of the lush oasis, heâs surrounded by a vague, all encompassing darkness similar to when he had been falling. Heâs standing in it though he canât see anything, not even himself. The fever has subsided despite him being inside the domain. Hidden DesiresâŠfrom the speech the Special Grade went on earlier, heâs sure itâs related. He stands still, unsure of what to do before something appears in front of him. Â
A sphere of cursed energy, a memory of some kind - at the brush of his fingertips. Despite his attempt to retract his hand, an outside force makes him touch it. Â
Several emotions course through his entire body at one, passing through his mind steadily. He connects to your body, your cursed energy seeping into him as he touches whatevers in front of him. His skull throbs from the exposure of someone elses memories, the fever returning to his body one-thousand times hotter than normal. A life time breaches his mind but he doesnât get to sift through any of it.Â
 It comes to a sudden halt, and Megumi hears a whisper in his subconscious. He canât make the words out properly. Â
Arousal spikes into his body as what seems to be your desire manifests in his head.Â
He does not know what reaction to have when memories and images of himself appear. Himself from your perspective, in perpetual motion - memories over the course of years crossed over with manifestations of your desires. All of it is him. Tied up, blindfolded, all other things. But him, always. Some visions are more tender than the rest. He can barely process the information, increasing stimulation making his brain fog once more. Â
Fever spikes through him again. Confusion, embarrassment, and uncertainty make his stomach flip. He remains cautionary and assumes itâs another trick of the light.He doesnât get to recover when heâs thrust back into the domain in the same position he was before he left. You look just as confused when he comes back. Â
Thereâs not a moment to speak to each other, as the curse gets amplified ten-fold the minute he steps back into the domain. His entire body breaks out in a cherry red blush as arousal twists through his gut, curling up his neck. Claims his whole body all in on forceful gesture. The sensitivity is cranked so high, he can barely feel your hand your hand on his chest without his cock spilling pre-cum. Â
Furious lust overwhelms him as you lean forward and meet his mouth again. It feels different somehow, the kiss. You press your tongue against his lips as Megumiâs cock twitches inside you.Â
âMegumi-kun,â Your voice is shot. âWant you to fuck me. Fill me up. Be good and do it, okay? Fuck me so good,â Â
The words alone are enough to break him from his state of mind. He takes one more look at you after youâve granted him permission before flipping you over onto your back. He shudders as you wrap your legs around his waist - hands on either side of your head staring down hard, as he positions himself as deep as he can go inside of your cunt. Itâs indescribable, the sensation of needing to fuck you. Heâs never been one to chase his base instincts like this unless itâs life or death - but it feels so fucking good to let go. It feels like life or death to sate you with hi cum. Megumi is used to sitting on his hands and playing at indifference, but right now you let him take and take and take. Your hands cup his cheeks, your expression hazy with pleasure. He drops his head down to your shoulders and fucks you with every ounce of strength in his waist - animalistic and desperate to scratch the skin deep itch. He bites into your shoulder as you hips slam, the sound of wet-skin slapping against each other ringing in his ears - cum frothing white at the base of his cock and dripping down your ass each time. He needs to cum again, until the heat subsides. Â
He barely gets a few thrusts in before his body strains in the familiar wake of an orgasm. The words to warn you come out choked as his hips slam against the backs of your thighs harder than ever- cumming inside of you again in what feels like seconds. It goes forever, balls emptying as he pumps his seed inside. You cum alongside him, at the same time - pussy throbbing hard around his shaft as he fills you with spend. Itâs not enough, doesnât give him the same relief this time. He needs more. Â
âFuck thatâs so good,â You praise making him groan. âYouâre so good, baby - fuck, Megumi.â Â
You moan his name against his neck. Possession settles itself into his chest at the sound as you tell him to give you more, your hands on his ass to push his cock further into you. He fucks into you again - harder, faster, deeper - cumming every time. Pure adrenaline sends him careening down a cliffs edge, unspeakable fervor making it all but impossible to part from you. Scorching like the desert sun along his spine, a solar flare inside of his stomach as you cum together in constant motions. Â
He canât stop fucking you. He canât. His body wont allow him even a minute seperated from the euphoria of your swollen cunt sucking in him like it needs his cum more than anything in the world. His brain feels like liquid matter in his skull, thrashing uselessly when he tries to will himself away from you. Delirium drives his every movements as Megumi fucks his cock into you over and over and over. Â
You goad him with every thrust of hips - wrapped tight around his waist, fingers tugging at his hair. Praise bubbles from your mouth - champagne light against his skin but so impactful each time. His dick throbs every time you call him good, call him perfect as he fills you with his cum again and again and again. Â
âMy perfect fucking boy. Fuck me, thatâs it.â Â
It goes on like that for what feels like forever. Â
He loses track by the time the heat starts to subdue again. The curse still simmers under his skin but he finds grounding after unloading a few more times. By then, he can feel how much heâs cum in you and canât help but blush. The hint of another wave tingles in the back of his head, and he canât pull away from you without feeling sharp pain. Â
But he does sober again eventually. He waits for you to join him, and tries not to feel sick at the intimacy of it. Heâs back to his senses enough to feel utter embarrassment. Â
Your voice is soft and exhausted. âMegumi-kun,â Youâre so gentle to him. âWhat did you see?â Â
He knows what you mean immediately, sensing you mustâve seen the same thing. âI think it might be another illusion of the curse.â Â
âWhy do you think that?â Â
He can feel his blush darken all over his body. âIt was uh, me. In the technique. Tied up and uhm. Anyway. I thought it might be something to provoke the other party into sex.â Â
Your eyes go wide at the confession. ââŠ.Yours was me, too.â Â
Oh. He blinks. You look at him again, too suddenly - peering at him through your lashes. Â
âIt wasnât wrong,â You say. You seem scared, just a little. Heâs never seen you like that before. ââŠIf you saw yourself and some⊠kinkier stuff. It wasnât wrong about that.â Â
His throat suddenly feels so dry.Â
 âWhat wasâŠwhat did you see?â He asks. Â
âIt was me,â You say bashfully. âMostly romantics and stuff. And some other stuff, but I donât know if I should tell you, hehe.â Â
He finds the action mercifully. He wonders if this whole thing is made-up when it dawns on him. Some type of fantasy. Maybe he was the only one down here from the start - and thatâs why everything has felt so alarmingly right.Â
Otherwise. Otherwise it would mean that youâŠÂ Â
âMegumi-kun,â Â
He canât breathe, but itâs for an entirely different reason. He wonders if heâll die from his heart beating too fast.âHm?â Â
A bated breath follows a sweet smile. Â
âLove you,â You mumble it against his mouth. The air is so vulnerable - more fragile than the wings of a dragonfly, more fragile than blown glass. âIn that wayâŠ.have for a long time. So long.â Â
His reply is reflexive. Â
âNo you donât,â Â
You pause before bursting out into giggles. So beautiful and clever. He loves you with painful devotion. âThatâs your reply to my love confession?!â Â
âShut up,â He hisses, though he canât bring himself to make the words sound any meaner. He feels high.  Â
âI love you, Megumi.â You say more clearly. Your eyes shine with familiarity heâs adored for years. Even with all the fog and haze surrounding you, theyâre clear and gorgeous. âMore than anyone else in the world, I think.â Â
He buries his face against your neck, struggling to get it out. Heâs afraid to say it. Afraid if he confirms it that everything is going to collapse here. Like a dream thatâs gone on too long. Megumi doesnât want to wake up. Â
He wants more than anything, for all of it to be real - even if it means he ends here. Â
He wonât curse you after death, that way. Â
He canât find his voice. Â
âMe too,â The weight of one thousand deaths, a thousand days of longing and loving and pining. Itâs too burdensome to say. Heâs afraid of what will happen to him - mind and soul, should he let himself admit what he kept so well-hidden. âI love you. YouâŠâ Â
When he manages to meet your gaze, your eyes are welled up with tears. He panics. âDonât cry. Sorry,â Â
âYou too. Donât cry,â Â
âIâm notââ His vision blurs. Damn it. Â
âI love you,â You say again and Megumi feels something inside of him mend. âIâll say it as many times as you want.â Â
He doesnât sense a fever this time. But he braves himself to kiss you one more time. It feels more intense than all else. He kisses you soft and slow, lets himself melt into your affectionate touch and gaze. Thereâs love behind it so obviously it makes him want to cry. He might really start sobbing, but heâs distracted by your mouth. Â
He feels boneless, throat tight. Â
âI donât feel any fever.â You tell him when you pull away from him. He presses his forehead to yours. âI like kissing you.âÂ
So embarrassing. âYeahâŠâ Â
âLetâs make love one more time.â You offer, and Megumi looks at you in disbelief. Just as always, youâre collected but ridiculous. Itâs oddly comforting. Megumi wants to believe in you, so he does. âJust one more.â Â
The fever is no longer there, but the sensitivity is still strong in his body. Your mouths meet in a chorus of affection. Megumi is still hard, somehow. But he can feel everything much more clearly. Can understand the taste of your lips and the feeling of your pussy pulsing - that itâs for him and he feels so elated he wonders if it will ever go away. He kisses you gingerly and lets himself slide out as your hand goes to his nape. Â
âYouâre so good to me, Megumi,â Your words make him ache. A whimper leaves his lips. âMy beautiful boy. It mustâve been lonely, huh?â Â
âYes,â His words meet a thrust, slow but deep. A communication of needs so raw he can barely show them to you without feeling shy. âSo long. Loved you for so long.âÂ
âMe too,â You mutter. The praise pierces his heart, suffocates him in such a euphoric feeling he canât help but gasp at each reminder. âI love you so much, baby. And weâre gonna get out of here and be together, right?â Â
He feels his head fill with nothingness. Relief like cold air brushes along his skin. Like being bathed in cool water. Youâre his cure - but thatâs always been true. âYeah. Please.â Â
âYou canât run away, okay?â Â
âI wonât,â Â
âEven though I want to monopolize you?â Â
He blushes but grunts with affirmation following another slow roll of his hips. âI want to be with you. Nothing else matters. A-and I didnât hate it⊠or anything.â Â
You smile at him. He loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. Itâs all he can come up with - watching your eyes crinkle in the corners with nothing but delight. âMm.â You slide a hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit soft as you moan a little. âSensitive. Gonna cum soon.âÂ
âMe too,â Â
Heâs barely holding it together as is. It takes a little more to push him over the edge one last time. This orgasm feels different. Feels rooted in reality. The mutual pleasure grounds him completely, relieving his ailment despite the remaining hints of fever. He kisses you as he cums inside of you one last time, shuddering as you cum right alongside him. He whispers the words against your lips as you let go. He loves you.Â
The fever cools down. It takes a while for him to slip away from you after everything, but he manages. Â
âSorry,â He mumbles, watching the cum leak out of you in embarrassment. You just laugh, patting his cheek. Â
âItâs okay, promise.â You stand to your feet as Megumi tries not to be self-conscious about the way itâs dripping down your thigh. âI canât feel the presence of the Special Grade. It must be watching from somewhere inside the domain.â Â
âYeah,â Megumi says, trying to find his clothes.âNo idea how the curse broke. Maybe since weâre already curse users?âÂ
You hum noncommittally. âYeah. Letâs⊠clean up best we can and get outta here, yeah?â Â
Megumi smiles, soft and relieved. âYeah.â Â
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âAre you interested in hearing the details of the curse, my dearest Megumi-chan?â Â
Megumi grimaces. Â
âNo. Why are you even here?â Â
Gojo-sensei feigns a look of offense that makes Megumi want to strangle him. He wants to go home and bathe properly already but thereâs always a lot of hooplah with unregistered special grades. Heâs relieved in one sense of the word, though itâs not like Gojoâs appearance made any difference since you two defeated the curse together and promptly passed out. Â
He woke up clothed, and not as sticky as he was during the fight. Apparently Gojo had found you both first and once you were awake, you cleaned him.Â
He sits on a tree stump in the forest nearby, his eyes flitting over to to you. Youâre debriefing an archivist for Jujutsu when he catches your eye. His heart pounds, blushing at the happiness on your face.Â
He feels six-eyes on him and glares at Gojo, whoâs currently hiding his mouth behind his hand. Â
âHow long have we been out?â Â
âMm,â Sensei holds up three fingers. âAbout three days? I only got here on the third and found you. I was here before, several years ago - for a related case. It took some time, but we fond information of the curse in one of the houses. Are you curious?â Â
Heâs surprised for a minute, groaning right after. âJust tell me.â Â
âSpecial Grade Kuroyuri uses a technique called Fever, to induce whatâs essentially heat - forcing all parties into extreme physical discomfort that can only be alleviated by sexual contact - no matter the party,â He spouts off, pretending to push his glasses up. Megumi frowns at him. âFever works by inducing conditions related to inner desires and producing cursed energy that way. However, as a result, should two people experiencing Fever - be capable of sating the others desire deeply, they are able to break free from it. As the condition is vague and difficult to achieve, itâs very rarely met which is what has allowed the domain to get so strong.âÂ
Megumi makes wide eyes. âSo youâre sayingâŠâ Â
âMegumi-chan, the stairwell to adulthood and true love saved you! How wonderful!â Â
Megumi blushes as Gojo giggles, glaring at him. He should kill him someday. Â
Gojo-sensei pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. âThe painful years of pining were worth something Megumi-chan. To think your desires were so pureâŠâÂ
âShut up! Iâm going to kill you!â Megumi groans, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. âDo we have any idea why the curse was created?â Â
âSeems the cult worshipped cursed energy as a measure of human experience. A curse intending to induce more cursed energy as evidence of their belief. Something like that. The details are vague, but weâre still looking.â Â
Megumi sighs again. âRight. Thanks,â Â
He puts a hand on his shoulder as Megumi feels the exhaustion tamp down on him. He feels better and embarrassed as you pad over to him after youâre done. Â
âMegumi-kun,â You smile at him before nodding to Gojo-sensei. He smiles back. Â
âIâll leave you two lovebirds alone,â Â
Megumi shoots one last glare at Gojo before looking towards you. You sit down beside him on the ground, resting your head on his lap in a way that makes his whole body break out into a blush. Heâs happy though. Â
âI love you,â Â
âWhat are you saying?â Â
You look up at him. âJust want to make sure you know.â Â
He looks down at you from where you lay and frowns. âHow could I not?â And then, a little softer. ââŠItâs mutual.â Â
You reach a hand towards his as you giggle to yourself. âThatâs good.â Â
Megumi squeezes your hand and closes his eyes. Better than good, maybe. Â
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PROLOGUE:Â Â
[ SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2018 | 4:45pm]Â
Megumi waits a while before going into the courtyard, hoping that youâll move and practice elsewhere if he waits long enough. Â
Heâs been sitting behind the wall for the last half-hour at least. No luck. Â
He feels bad about avoiding you, but itâs the only course of action he thinks helps both parties. Â
He doesnât exactly like you. Itâs easier to say he finds it difficult to get used to you is all. Your personality eludes him, and you remind a little too much of Sensei in how you act. Not to mention youâre already so strong. You get along well with everyone else, especially the other first years. Youâre a nice girl so itâs obvious Kugisaki-san would favor you, and Itadori-kun can get along with basically everyone. Â
But you and him have been at odds since your arrival to the Tokyo branch months prior. Megumi canât figure out how to bridge the gap between you, and finds it hard to force himself to like you. He doesnât dislike you, either though. Itâs not something he can put words too. Â
He feels guilty about it since you havenât done anything to him to cause his discomfort. He just⊠doesnât know what to do. Â
Lost in thought, he nearly jumps out of his skin as someone stands over him where he sits, casting shadow on him from above. He opens his eyes to see you standing over him, an unreadable look on his face. Â
âHow long did you plan on waiting here, Fushiguro-san?â Â
Megumi stares up at you before frowning, rubbing his neck awkwardly. âSorry for disturbing you.âÂ
Youâre hard for him to read, though youâre smiling. You seem amused as you step back, allowing Megumi to stand up at full-height and glance at you. Â
âI donât mind. I know you donât want to train with me, but itâd be kind of pointless to try and find somewhere else so itâs better to just bear with it a bit.â Â
He stares at you. You smile knowingly. Â
âYouâre surprised I know you were avoiding me?âÂ
He nods. Â
âNo offense Fushiguro-san, but itâs hard not to notice something like that when our grade is four people,â Youâre a little smug but itâs not mal-intended, though it kinda pisses him off. âNo hard feelings.â Â
You say that then sit next to him behind the wall. He stares at you feeling more uncomfortable - but canât will himself to get up. Â
âWhat are you doing?â Â
You smile again.Â
âMessing with you,â Â
He stares at you. You stare back until you break out into laugher. Â
âPfft, Iâm sorry. I really am. You make it so obvious on your face when I make you mad..hah.â Â
âItâs that part of you I really donât like.â Â
âMm, yeah - thought so.â Your reply is nonplussed but not unkind. âYouâre the moody, serious type. Sensitive.â Â
Megumi watches you shuffle through your deck of cards - the ones youâd been practicing with for the last few hours. You peruse through the thick boards of your Hanafuda deck, silently stacking them into different matching suits and using them with your cursed energy. Megumi watches on as you manifest different thing. He wants to ask you about it but canât find the wil. Youâre so strong, despite how you act. The strongest of the first years even outclassing him. Â
âItâs fine if you find me hard to be around, but donât avoid me so blatantly.â You reason coolly. âItâs best we get along.â Â
ââŠDo you want me to get along with you?â Â
You laugh at that but he isnât sure why. Itâs nice.. the sound of your laugh when itâs sincere. This is the first time heâs ever properly talked to you, he realizes. Â
âOf course! I like getting along with everyone, even someone as brooding as you.â Â
âWhy.â Â
âItâs good for my public image.â You say seriously. He deadpans as you perk up and laugh again. âKidding, Iâm kidding!â Â
âIâm going to leave.â He threatens flatly. Â
âFine, fine. Do you want to know the real reason?â Â
âI donât really care,â He responds. You smile at that. Â
âIâm more than happy to tell you,â You say, completely ignoring him. âDespite your various character flaws, I think Fushiguro-san is kind of innocent.â Â
âHuh?â Â
You smile warmly. âYour philosophy to only save people you think are good I thought was cute. Itâs a very simple way to think about jujutsu. I like that part of you, I guess? You were raised with a lot of love, I think. Since itâs a difficult way to live.â Â
Megumi thinks of his life - thinks of Tsumiki and his sensei with some begrudging. He doesnât know what else to ask you. Heâs a little uncomfortable that you seem to know him so well with the little information you have. Â
âWhy are you a sorcerer then?â Â
Megumi watches you stack your cards into a card house and collapse them, humming to yourself. You seem deep in thought for a while. The sunlight moves away from the clouds briefly, a beam of line brushing against your skin. Your lashes cast shadow on your cheeks. Heâs never seen you so clearly. Â
You answer with utmost clarity and confidence - all shiny grin. âAh, well why not, you know? Since Iâm super talented.â Â
He stares at you, dumbfounded before the corners of his lips twitch. Somehow he understands you a little better than before, and he thinks that mightâve been what you wanted. Â
âYouâre an idiot.â Â
Your grin goes even wider. Â
âLetâs be good friends, Fushiguro-san. Okay?âÂ
âSure,â He relaxes his back against the wall and shuts his eyes with a small laugh. âWhy not.â Â
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â my oh my. Johnny Suh
A leaked message stating the obvious about Johnny was enough for you to finally have him.
johnny x Reader | Fluff but suggestive đ€ | w.c: 1k
â Oh my God, those jeans are killer â Jaehyun started, practically squirming on the couch in the living room of the frat house where he, Johnny, Doyoung, and a few other guys lived. It was crazy how magnetic your presence was; every eye in the room turned to you when you walked in, like it was automatic. â What's her deal, huh?
â Aww, are you like this âcause she turned you down? â Johnny asked, sipping a beer and watching you, not like a creep, just admiring. You really were stunning, not only in looks but in brains, too. You worked part-time at a luxury store at the airport and were always looking flawless, though Johnny figured youâd still look flawless even with messy hair.
â Go on, alright? Everyone knows sheâs into you, lover boy â Jaehyun pouted, which made Johnny grin and pinch his cheek like he was a little kid; with that look, he actually did look like a baby.
â Donât play the victim. Youâll have plenty of girls chasing you â he rolled his eyes, and Johnny gave him a couple of gentle pats on the shoulder, then walked over to you, touching your waist softly when he reached you, his hand brushing against your soft skin peeking out from your crop top. â Hey.
â Hey â you practically choked out. Johnny grinned, leaving you a bit speechless. Your natural hair and the low-rise jeans you wore made you look absolutely perfect, but the blush on your cheeks, even before youâd had a drink, gave you an angelic vibe Johnny found himself totally obsessed with.
â You were amazing in the seminar today â he had to say something. You knew that now everyone knew about your crush on him, thanks to that accidentally leaked message to the whole school. It wasnât anything sexual, but it did make him sound like some Greek god, which Johnny found funny and cute, even if he was already confident in himself. It was the first time someone had complimented him like that.
â Ah, I had to take a shot just before it started so I wouldnât stammer â you admitted, suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands. How close were two people supposed to be when they werenât actually a thing? Because right now, you felt incredibly close to him and wanted to laugh nervously. â John⊠about those messages, I didnât meanâŠ
â Nuzzle your face in my chest? You can do that â you couldnât help it and laughed, covering your face with your hands like a shy little girl. Youâd vented to the wrong person, that was clear, or your messages wouldnât have been leaked, but everyone agreed with your words, including Johnny himself. He held you, guiding you back until your back met the wall. â What else do you want to do that you didnât describe in those messages?
â Should I say it? â you smiled playfully, and Johnny smiled back, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the green light you gave for him to touch you, but he pulled you a bit closer by the waistband and leaned down to kiss your neck, licking the skin, sucking, and lightly grazing his teeth.
A quiet sigh escaped your lips before you realized. You definitely loved flirting, touches, and making out; youâd never gone all the way, and you felt nervous about how skilled Johnny seemed to be with his mouth, his hands, his whole body, honestly.
â Iâve been wanting to get close to you for a while but always thought you were kinda untouchable â Johnny admitted against your skin, and you practically burst at his confession. You had a confident air, like you didnât care about anyoneâs opinion, but all you wanted was for Johnny to feel the same way.
â Maybe for other guys⊠but not for you â you said with a smile, and Johnny moved even closer, kissing your cheek, the corner of your lips, but never quite reaching where you wanted. He was teasing, and you knew it from the little smirk heâd flash between a firm squeeze and a soft press of his lips against your skin. â Oh, for heavenâs sake, John.
You grabbed his silver chain that peeked out from his shirt, pulled it free, and kissed him, hard, filled with want, like you were devouring each other against the wall near the frat house door. Johnny tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled back gently, letting you catch your breath, both of you breathing heavily.
â Come on â he said, taking your hand and leading you up the stairs. You followed, weaving past people with drinks in hand, bumping into a few on the way. Johnny opened his room door, which he likely shared with another guy, given the second bed on the right side.
It looked like a typical high school guyâs room, which was kind of cute. Johnny had a shelf full of comics, and his room had its own bathroom; on the doorframe, there was a pull-up bar you couldnât help but admire, picturing the sight of a shirtless Johnny using it. You felt like a little girl, and maybe, with him, thatâs exactly what you were.
â Astroboy? â you asked, playing with a little figurine on his shelf.
â It suits me, doesnât it?
â Definitely, youâre a star.
You smiled, watching him sitting on the single bed, then followed, sitting across from him, kissing him slowly, your hands exploring his chest with calm. Somehow, Johnny got you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you had to kick off your shoes in the process, which made him chuckle against your lips. Johnny caressed your back as his mouth explored your neck, kissing your skin so delicately it felt like his lips were velvet.
â Johnny⊠â you began, and he immediately met your gaze. â Hold on, itâs all good. Itâs just that⊠Iâve neverâŠ
â Never? â he knew exactly what you meant.
â Only once, almost⊠but I freaked out, and⊠â Johnny left a soft kiss on your forehead.
â Itâs okay; we donât have to do anything tonight.
â But I love making out â you said, pressing your bodies even closer, and Johnny grinned, thinking you were way too perfect to be real.
â Me too. So much.
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The Scars on Your Neck
Emperor Caracalla x Reader
Summary: It was completely unimaginable what happened. No one expected you to get attacked during your daily walk through the gardens.
Caracalla was furious, demanding answers from your guards immediately and if they donât give him an answer as fast as he needs them to, he would personally attack them and kill at least one.Â
He does not take it lightly that you got hurt, especially since they should have been with you when you were attacked.Â
âHow did this happen?â He would ask and demand answers. When he wouldnât get an answer, he would ask his question again but this time yelling at the top of his lungs.
You would be in the room next door getting treated, but you could hear him yelling outside.Â
Your husband was in a meeting with the senators and his brother when the news about your attack reached him. He immediately rushed out of the room without any explanation.Â
When he reached your shared chambers, he saw your pathetic excuses of guards and that is when the yelling started.
"We were walking with her when she asked us to leave her for a moment. It was not unusual. We turned around but stayed close." one of the remaining two guards explained.
"Not close enough apparently!"Â
"You are right, Your Majesty. She was attacked by a servant boy. Had a rope to her neck so we wouldn't hear. She fought, knocked over a vase and that is when we noticed."
"You are absolutely useless! You two will be put in the games and killed!" Caracalla waved with his hand and didn't even hear the men's pleas.Â
"Brother?" Geta arrived with worry written on his face. "Was she truly attacked? I will find out who did this. You stay here with her." Geta had a brotherly love towards you. He knew you were the only person able to calm and keep his brother happy.
Caracalla burst through the doors only to see the healer talking to you as you nod.
"Emperor Caracalla. Your wife is-" Caracalla didn't even allow the man to finish as he was already by your side on the bed. He watched you lay there as he grabbed your hand.
"My Love. I will punish whoever did this."
"It was Macrinus." your voice was hoarse, it pained his heart. "The boy told me." you coughed as you grabbed onto the bandage on your neck.Â
The vivid images of the boy pulling the rope on your neck as you tried to escape filled your mind. Your hands were shaking and your eyes filled with tears. "He was sent to break you. If he kills me..."
"We will take care of it. Geta will find the boy and then Macrinus. You are safe." he kissed your hand as his own eyes filled with tears. "I will avenge you."
You smiled at him, speaking was too painful.
You didn't sleep much that evening. The images filled your mind.
You only felt safe because you laid in his arms.
You knew he would kill the people responsible. You knew your husband would do anything to keep you safe.
The people responsible were quickly found and killed.Â
You got new guards.Â
But your husband requested that you always be with him. And you had no objection to that.
Staying with him meant you were safe.
You felt safe.
He always held your hand no matter what.
During the night, when your bandages came off, you looked at your bruised neck.
It was still very purple and the cuts of the fabric were ugly. You got a herbal balm for it, the healer said it will help with the healing.Â
You let out a long sigh.
"Does it still hurt?" Caracalla asked from behind you, you turned and looked at him.Â
"Only a little, I think the balm helps." you smiled a little.
Caracalla took a step closer and he lifted his hand, allowing the tips of his fingers to touch your bruised neck.
His touch was feather-light. As if he was afraid to hurt you more. Even if the people responsible were dead.
"I was so scared. Sometimes I can still feel the rope tight around my neck. All I could think about was you, My Dear Husband."Â
"Even on the verge of death, My Love?"
"Always. I worried with my death madness will take you over. I worried you would be lonely. I worried you would be sad."
"And I would be. Madly sad because I miss you. But you are still here. You are here with me." his hand moved to cup your cheek and you turned to kiss his palm.
"I'm here and I love you, My Emperor."
"And I love you, My Empress."
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đRun all you want, little omegaâI love the chase.
â€ïž Synopsis. Bound by fear and desire, an omega finds herself ensnared by a cruel, possessive alpha who thrives on her pain and submission, claiming her body and soul as his own. As she struggles to escape his grasp, she learns that freedom may come at a price too terrifying to pay.
⥠Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology
⥠Pairing. Yandere! Alpha! Wolf Hybrid x Fem. Reader
⥠Novelette. #1 - Marked and Mated
⥠Word Count. 10,767
⥠TW. dom + top + older yandere, non-con, rape, blood play, overstimulation, forced oral, prey x predator dynamic, fear play, hunting play, permanent bodily injury, slut shaming, objectification, psychological torment, erotic horror elements, loss of virginity, mature language, fingering, humiliation, degradation, forced orgasms, sadism, BDSM, groping, omegaverse dynamics, biting, physical assault and violence, choking / breath play
The forest is alive with the whispers of fear. Your breath comes in sharp, shallow bursts, each one slicing through the silence as you sprint through the thick underbrush. The fading light casts skeletal shadows across the forest floor, turning every twisted branch into a claw and every rustling leaf into the promise of something far worse. Your heartbeat is a wild drum, a desperate cadence that seems to echo the heavy footsteps closing in behind you.
âYou canât hide from me, little omega.â His voice rumbles like thunder through the twilight, a low, predatory growl that seems to wrap around you, suffocating and inescapable.
You donât look back. Youâve learned by now that itâs a mistake to give him the satisfaction of seeing your terror. Instead, you focus on the path aheadâor what little you can see of it. The forest is dense here, the trees towering and gnarled, their roots eager to snare your stumbling feet. Youâve always prided yourself on your strength, your defiance, your ability to stand tall even when the world tried to bend you. But now, as the alphaâs guttural laugh reverberates through the trees, you feel the first cracks in your resolve.
âOh, Iâll give you credit for trying,â he purrs, his amusement curling through the air like smoke. âBut we both know how this ends, donât we?â
You grit your teeth, pushing harder, your muscles screaming in protest. Youâve never been one to back down, not even when he first set his sights on you. The cat and the wolf, theyâd said. A pairing as impossible as it was inevitable. And yet, here you are, the prey in a hunt you canât seem to win.
Heâs always known what you are beneath the mask. An omega masquerading as an alpha, a fragile shell of dominance that heâd seen through from the very beginning. Itâs not your fault, really. Survival demanded the façade. But survival is a cruel master, and itâs brought you to him. The predator who doesnât just want to unmask you but to rip you apart, piece by trembling piece, until thereâs nothing left but the shattered remains of your pride.
The sound of snapping branches draws closer, and you know heâs toying with you now. Letting you think you have a chance, letting you run just far enough to taste freedom before he rips it away. The ground beneath you is uneven, littered with roots and fallen leaves that threaten to trip you with every step. The forest seems to close in, the trees looming, their twisted limbs reaching for you like greedy hands.
âRun,â he commands, his voice a cruel whisper that somehow slices through the cacophony of your pounding heart and ragged breath. âRun faster, little omega. Make it fun for me.â
Your lungs burn, your legs ache, but you donât stop. You canât. The thought of what awaits you if he catches you⊠no, when he catches you⊠is too much to bear. His scent lingers in the air, sharp and musky, an oppressive reminder that no matter how far you go, heâs always there. Watching. Waiting. Hunting.
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The chase is relentless, and despite your efforts, you feel his breath hot on your neck, his large hands almost grabbing hold of your tail. Panic flutters in your chest, and you know that if he catches you, there's no telling what he'll do. The trees blur together as you sprint, your sides burning with exertion.
You spot a small clearing up ahead, and you make a desperate dash for it, hoping for a moment's respite.
But as you leap into the open, you realize your mistake too late.
The clearing is a trap, surrounded by thorny bushes and a steep ravine, leaving you no escape.
He emerges from the shadows, his teeth bared in a vicious smile. "Looks like you're mine now, omega," he sneers, his eyes flashing with triumph. Your stomach turns to lead as you realize you're cornered, the predator closing in for the kill.
"No, please," you whimper, your voice cracking with fear as he prowls closer.
He stops a few feet away, his towering form casting a long shadow over you. "You know what you need," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You need a strong alpha to show you your place."
You grit your teeth, refusing to give in to his taunts, your eyes flashing with defiance.
But his scent is overwhelming, a potent mix of musk and power that sends a thrill through your body despite your fear.
"I'll never be your omega," you spit out, your voice stronger than you feel.
He laughs, a cold, cruel sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "We'll see about that."
As you remain defiant, your eyes never leaving his, the alpha wolf's smile only widens. He seems to enjoy the challenge, his eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement.
He takes a step closer, and you react instinctively, lashing out with your claws and teeth. You manage to scratch his muscular arm with your claws, drawing a thin line of crimson against his otherwise perfect skin.
He grunts in surprise, but instead of retreating, his eyes light up with a predatory thrill. "So you want to play hard to get, huh?" He says, his voice thick with amusement. "Fine, I can do that."
With a sudden burst of speed, he lunges at you, his powerful jaws snapping shut around your neck.
You yelp in pain and surprise as his teeth dig in, the pressure enough to make you dizzy but not enough to break the skin. He lifts you off the ground, your legs kicking wildly in the air. His grip tightens, and you feel the world start to spin around you.
"Struggle all you want, it'll only make it better," he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending waves of fear and disgust through your body. You thrash in his grip, trying to break free, but his strength is overwhelming.
His teeth clamp down harder, a clear warning of what's to come if you don't submit. You can feel your energy waning, the fear and pain making it difficult to keep fighting.
He drags you through the thorny bushes, tearing at your clothes and skin. The pain is intense, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing you scream. He tosses you onto the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of you.
Before you can recover, he's on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you down. His clawed hands rip away the remnants of your shirt, exposing your bruised and bleeding skin to the cool night air, as you thrash and squirm in response.
The alpha wolf's grin widens as you fight back with renewed vigor, his eyes gleaming with excitement at your resistance. He grabs your wrists in his massive hands, pinning them to the ground above your head with surprising gentleness.
"Oh, you're going to be so much fun to break," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to taste the blood that trickles from the scratches you've managed to inflict. His weight shifts, pressing his thick erection against your pelvis, and you can feel the heat radiating from it even through your torn pants.
With a quick, efficient movement, he rips your pants away, exposing your vulnerable, untouched sex to his hungry gaze. You try to buck him off, but his grip on your wrists is unyielding. "Don't worry, bitch," he purrs, "I'll make sure you enjoy this. Eventually."
His other hand moves down your body, his claws tracing the lines of your ribs and stomach with feather-light precision, sending shivers of fear and unwanted arousal through you.
Your hiss pierces the night air, a mix of anger and fear, as you furiously claw at the hybrid wolf's chest. Your nails dig into his flesh, leaving shallow trails of blood behind.
He snarls, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly, but instead of retaliating, he seems to be getting more and more turned on by your resistance. "Such a feisty little omega," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust. "But we both know who's in control here."
Ignoring your futile struggles, he lowers his head and runs his tongue along the column of your throat, savoring your taste. You try to turn away, but his jaw clamps down on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to make you whimper. He releases your neck, his eyes locking onto yours. "You're mine now," he growls, "And I'll have every part of you."
âI have a mate already!â You scream a panicked lie, remaining defiant.
He laughs, a dark, cruel sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "A mate?" He repeats, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly.
"You think that means anything to me? I'm going to fuck you until you forget his scent, until you're begging for me to knot you." With those words, he leans down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss. His tongue forces its way past your teeth, tasting the sweetness of your fear and the metallic tang of your blood.
You try to bite him, but he anticipates your move, his teeth clamping down on your lower lip, drawing more blood. He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "You're mine, omega," he whispers, his breath hot against your face.
With a sudden, brutal yank, he pulls you closer, his erection now pressing painfully against your stomach. His hand moves between your legs, his claws digging into your tender flesh as he rips away the last of your clothing.
You scream into the night, the sound piercing and desperate, but it's swallowed by the forest's indifferent embrace. The cold ground beneath you is unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against yours.
Your desperate fight against his overwhelming strength is met with a sadistic chuckle as the hybrid wolf seems to take pleasure in your futile struggles. He pins your arms above your head with one paw, his other hand moving to your breasts.
He squeezes them roughly, eliciting a gasp of pain that turns into a whine when his claws dig in slightly. "You're so delicate," he says, his voice a mix of mockery and lust. "So easily broken."
You manage to free one arm and deliver a weak punch to his jaw, but it barely phases him. He just laughs and captures your wrist again, his grip like iron. "That's the spirit," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"But it's not going to save you." His clawed hand slides down your body, teasing over your stomach and finally coming to rest between your legs. You try to clench your thighs together, but his weight makes it impossible.
"Open up," he commands, his voice a low, guttural growl. "You know what I want."
As you refuse to give in to his demand, the alpha hybrid wolf's eyes flash with anger and arousal. He leans down, his teeth bared, and sinks them into your inner thigh, biting as hard as he can.
You scream out in pain, the sound piercing the quiet forest night. Your body arches off the ground, your legs instinctively trying to close, but his weight holds you down firmly. His bite is deep, and you can feel the warmth of your blood trickling down your thigh, mixing with the scent of your fear and his own lust.
He releases your wrists for a moment, only to grab your legs and force them apart with his powerful hands. You kick and struggle, but it's useless. His teeth dig in deeper, the pain unbearable, and your body responds despite your mind's protest.
The hybrid wolf's teeth tear into your sensitive flesh as he forcefully spreads your legs apart, the pain from his bite making your body tense.
He doesn't give you a chance to recover as he dives between your thighs, his hot, wet tongue sliding over your clit with a brutal lack of finesse.
You try to clench your muscles to avoid his assault, but the pain and fear make it impossible to maintain. He laps at you harshly, his tongue rough and uncaring as he tastes your resistance. You can feel the beginnings of an unwelcome arousal building within you, despite the agony of his bite marks in your thigh.
He smirks at your involuntary reaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he sees the beginnings of arousal shimmering in your gaze despite your pain. He knows he's getting to you, and it only makes him more determined to claim what he sees as his.
His tongue swirls around your clit, the roughness of his licks sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your body. You try to pull away, but his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, holding you in place as he continues to ravage your pussy.
As he fucks you with his tongue and teeth, your body betrays you. Your hips begin to buck against his mouth, your moans and screams growing louder despite your attempts to stifle them.
Your nails dig into the dirt, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure-pain overwhelms you. His teeth graze your clit, and you feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of unwanted ecstasy that you can't escape from.
He pulls away from your throbbing clit, panting heavily, his tongue and teeth coated with your juices. "You're so fucking delicious," he says, his voice thick with lust.
He grabs your face with one hand, his claws digging into your cheeks painfully as he forces your eyes to meet his. "Admit it, omega. You want this just as much as I do."
âN-NoâŠ!!!â You stutter out in defiance.
The hybrid wolf's grin turns feral at your continued defiance. He loves the taste of your fear and your unwilling arousal, and your refusal to submit only makes him hungrier.
He dives back between your legs, his teeth and tongue attacking your clit with renewed vigor. You try to turn your face away, biting your lip to keep from moaning, but the pressure is too much. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he licks and bites with a primal hunger.
"You can't hide it," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Your body betrays you."
With a vicious swipe of his tongue, he sends you spiraling over the edge, your body shuddering with an unwanted climax.
The pleasure is intense, as you moan unwittingly loudly, but the humiliation is even stronger.
Tears stream down your cheeks as he laps up your essence, his eyes never leaving yours. "Mmm," he hums, savoring the taste. "You're going to fucking scream for me soon enough."
As the hybrid wolf's tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit, you feel your body responding in ways you never wanted. Your pussy clenches around his tongue, and your hips buck involuntarily as you try to push him away.
But every move you make seems to only excite him more, his licks growing more demanding, his teeth grazing you in a way that's both painful and exhilarating.
Despite your mental resistance, your body is succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure, your walls tightening around his tongue as if begging for more.
You can't help but moan, the sound ripped from your throat as you feel another orgasm building. The alpha wolf's eyes gleam with victory as he sees the effect he's having on you, and he doubles down, his tongue fucking you with a ferocity that has you seeing stars.
You're so close, so close, and you hate yourself for it. "N-no," you murmur, your voice weak and trembling. "Please, stop."
He chuckles darkly, the vibration of his mirth sending more waves of pleasure through your body. "You don't mean that," he says, his breath hot against your swollen, sensitive folds.
"You're just saying that because you don't want to admit how much you crave it." With a final, brutal swipe of his tongue, you cum again jolting and moaning helplessly; before he pulls away abruptly, leaving you gasping and shaking with need.
The hybrid wolf can't help but growl in approval at your body's betrayal, his eyes locked on the glistening wetness of your pussy, now quivering and begging for his touch. He licks his lips, savoring the sweet, musky taste of your arousal.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, "Fucking squirting all over me like a good breeding bitch." His eyes darken with possession as he takes in your flushed cheeks and the desperate look in your eyes.
He knows you're close to breaking, and that's just how he loves it.
With a smug grin, he shifts his weight, releasing your legs from his vice-like grip. You try to scurry away, but he's too quick, grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you back towards him.
He flips you onto your stomach, your bruised and scratched body now exposed to the damp, cold earth. "You're going to take me now," he says, his voice a mix of command and promise. "And you're going to love it."
âN-No! Stop! Please!â You scream weakly, fighting back desperately and defiantly.
Your weak screams of protest fall on his deaf ears as the alpha wolf forced you onto your stomach, his strong arms easily overpowering your feeble attempts to escape. The cold, damp earth presses against your skin, making you feel even more vulnerable and exposed.
He straddles you, his heavy bodyweight a stark reminder of his dominance and your helplessness. The sound of him unbuckling his pants is a harsh, jolting reality check, and your heart races as you feel the hot, thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
Your squirming and desperate attempts to fight him off only seem to excite the hybrid wolf more. He uses his powerful thighs to spread your legs apart, his cock sliding against your wet, trembling pussy.
Despite your fear, your body is betraying you, lubricating his shaft with your unwilling arousal. His grip on your ankles tightens as he leans over you, his massive body casting a shadow over yours. You can feel his breath against your neck, hot and ragged, as he whispers, "You're going to take all of me, little omega. Every damn inch."
He pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching your tight entrance.
You scream, the pain searing through you like a knife, your nails digging into the soil as you try to find stabilization. "Fuck," he groans, his voice strained with effort. "You're so tight, so fucking tight."
He doesn't pause, continuing to thrust into you, each movement driving the air from your lungs and sending shockwaves of agony through your body. The hybrid wolf's cock stretches you open, the pain of your hymen tearing a white-hot brand across your consciousness. You feel your body clench around him, desperately trying to push him out, but he's unrelenting.
With a savage grin, he slams into you, burying his cock to the hilt with a roar of triumph. The force of his thrusts sends shockwaves of agony through you, and you can't help but sob into the dirt.
Your vision blurs, the world narrowing down to the searing pain between your legs.
"You're mine now," he growls, his teeth nipping at your neck. "You're going to be my good little omega, aren't you?" His grip on your ankles tightens, his nails digging in as he pulls back and slams into you again.
Each thrust feels like a declaration of ownership, a claim that you can't escape.
You can feel your insides stretching to accommodate his monstrous length, your body trying to adjust to the brutal intrusion. Your breath hitches as he hits a spot deep within you, sending a bolt of pleasure-pain that makes you cry out.
You try to push up onto your hands, but the pain is too much, and you collapse back onto the ground. His hips rock against yours, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the clearing.
The smell of your blood and arousal fills the air, a potent mix that seems to drive him even wilder. "You're going to love being my omega," he says, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to love the way I fuck you, the way I fill you up with my cum."
The alpha wolf's massive cock continues to pound into you without mercy, your body jolting with every brutal thrust. You can feel him stretching you to your limits, filling you completely and claiming you in the most primal of ways.
His hips slap against your bruised flesh, the sound echoing through the night like a twisted mating call.
He's not just fucking you; he's marking you, branding you as his property.
Your own desperate cries are muffled by the dirt as you try to scream through the pain, your voice hoarse from the effort.
"You're mine," he repeats, his voice a deep growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Fucking MINE." He bites down hard on the back of your neck, his teeth piercing the tender skin.
You can feel the warmth of your own blood mixing with the sticky sweat coating your body.
It's a claim, a promise of what's to come.
The pain is so intense that it's almost a relief when the initial agony of your lost virginity fades into a dull, persistent throb.
He's not gentle, not even a little.
His thrusts are deep and powerful, a relentless battering ram against your slick, abused walls. You're not sure if you're crying or if it's just the sweat and tears mixing on your face, but you know you can't keep fighting.
Your body feels like it's being torn apart, and every time he hits that spot deep inside you, you feel a strange mix of pain and something else⊠something that you hate admitting could be pleasure.
"P-Please," you manage to gasp out, your voice a broken whisper. "P-Please, it h-hurts."
He laughs darkly, his breath hot against your neck. "Good," he says, his hips moving faster. "It's supposed to fucking hurt. It's supposed to remind you of who's in charge."
His teeth graze your skin, and you can feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, preparing to claim you in the most primal way possible.
As you lay there, sobbing into the cold, unforgiving earth, the hybrid wolf's hips piston into you without mercy. His teeth are still latched onto the back of your neck, his knot swelling with every brutal thrust. You feel his dominance in every inch of your being, a stark, painful reminder that you are utterly at his mercy.
Your body shakes with the effort to withstand his relentless assault, each thrust driving his knot further into you, stretching you to the point of agony.
The alpha wolf's knot swells further, reaching its full size, and lodges itself inside you, effectively trapping him within your body.
You feel a new level of fullness, a pressure that makes you gasp and whine, your body trying to reject the unyielding intrusion.
His movements become more erratic, his growls deeper as he starts to lose control, his hips slamming into you without rhythm or care. "Take it," he snarls, his voice a feral rumble. "Take every fucking inch."
Your own voice is lost in a sob as you feel his knot expanding even further, the pain a white-hot brand across your consciousness.
Your body tenses around him, trying to force him out, but it's a futile effort.
His grip on your ankles tightens, his nails digging deeper into your flesh as he starts to fuck you harder, his knot moving within you, the sensation a mix of agony and something else. Something that makes your body respond despite your mind's screaming protests.
"You're mine," he says again, his voice a harsh growl. "My omega, my wife." His thrusts become erratic, his breaths coming in pants as he starts to lose control.
You can feel the warmth of his seed building, his cock pulsing within you. "You're going to take it," he says, his teeth pressing down on your neck. "You're going to take every drop of my cum, and you're going to love it."
You whimper, your body trembling under the onslaught of pain and unwanted pleasure. The knot inside you is unbearable, stretching you further than you ever thought possible. You can't move, can't do anything but endure as he takes his fill of you, your body his plaything.
His hips slam into your bruised ass, the force of his thrusts making you see stars. "Yes," he hisses, his grip on your ankles tightening. "You're going to milk me dry."
You feel his knot swell even more, the pressure unbearable, and you know what's coming. He's going to fill you with his cum, claiming you in the most primal, irrevocable way. You try to fight, to push him away, but your body is too weak, too used.
Your sobs become screams as he starts to cum, his hot seed flooding your insides, filling you up until you can't take it anymore. His teeth dig into your neck, holding you in place as he marks you, his orgasm a violent, possessive act that leaves you shaking.
The alpha wolf's hips slow, his cock still pulsing inside you. He pulls out slightly, only to push back in, his knot keeping him connected to you.
The feeling is agonizing, but you can't help the way your body responds, your pussy clenching around him, milking him dry. He groans with pleasure, his hips bucking against you as he empties himself into you. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice a dark, sated growl. "Good little omega."
As he cums, you feel something within you shift. The pain is still there, but it's overlaid with a strange, primal need.
Your body seems to crave his seed, your walls tightening around him as if trying to keep him inside you.
It's as if your body knows what he's done, that he's marked you as his, and it's trying to accept it, to submit to his dominance.
You hate yourself for it, but the feeling is undeniable.
He pulls out of you with a wet pop, his knot shrinking until it's no longer lodged inside you. You collapse onto the ground, your body trembling with exhaustion and the aftershocks of your forced climax.
The alpha wolf stands over you, his cock still hard and gleaming with your blood and combined juices. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at the mess you've made," he says, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You're going to clean me up, aren't you?"
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But, then the alpha wolf's eyes narrow as he watches you pathetically try to crawl away, your body trembling from the intense pain and pleasure of his rough claiming.
His patience wears thin at your continuous refusal to submit, his lip curling in a snarl.
He strides towards you, his massive form casting a shadow that makes you feel even smaller and more vulnerable.
You try to scuttle away faster, your legs shaking with the effort, but your weakened state only makes your escape attempts more pitiful.
"Where do you think you're going?" he snarls, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sends shivers down your spine.
He grabs you by the scruff of your neck, his grip firm yet gentle in comparison to his earlier brutality. "You're mine now, little omega. There's no running from that."
His eyes are filled with a mix of anger and hurt, his pupils dilated with desire. He shakes his head, the disappointment in his gaze almost as painful as his earlier bites. "I didn't expect you to be this stubborn," he murmurs, almost to himself.
You whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing. Your body aches from his rough handling, but a part of you can't deny the strange, dark thrill that runs through you at his words.
"Please," you croak out, your voice hoarse from your earlier screams. "Let me go."
He tilts his head to the side, studying you with a predatory gaze. "Why should I?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm.
"You're mine now. You've felt what I can do to you. Why would you want to leave?" He runs a claw lightly down your spine, the threat implicit in the gesture. You shiver, your body responding despite your fear.
"I don'tâŠI don't want this," you whisper, your voice trembling. "Please, let me go."
The alpha hybrid wolf's grip on your neck tightens for a brief moment before releasing you entirely. He steps back, watching you with a cold, calculating gaze. "You think you can just walk away?" he sneers.
"You're mine now. You're going to bear my pups, and you're going to do it willingly." His eyes flash with a dangerous intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "If you keep fighting me, I'll just have to get more creative with your punishments."
You manage to push yourself onto your hands and knees, your body still shaking from the overwhelming pain and humiliation.
You spit dirt out of your mouth and look up at him, your true inner will finally bursting out in frustration, your eyes full of defiance despite the tears that stain your cheeks. "I'll never be yours, you damn bastard rapist," you hiss through gritted teeth. "Never."
The hybrid wolf's expression darkens, his eyes narrowing to slits. "We'll see about that," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
He takes a step closer, and you can't help but flinch, your body instinctively remembering the pain he's capable of inflicting. "You're going to learn your place, little omega. And when you do, you'll beg for my cock."
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As you manage to stumble to your feet, the alpha wolf watches you with a predatory gaze, his eyes tracking your every movement. He seems to revel in the power he holds over you, his chest heaving with each breath as if your fear and pain are a sweet scent that fuels his arousal.
With a wicked smile, he steps aside, allowing you to run, his tail flicking in anticipation of the chase.
The alpha wolf's smile widens into a full-blown grin as he watches you limp away, your bruised and bloodied body a testament to his dominance. "Run, little omega," he says, his voice a dark promise. "But remember, I'll be waiting for you. And when I catch you again, I'll fuck you until you can't ever fucking walk again."
You stumble through the underbrush, the pain of his knotting still resonating through your body.
You're not sure how much more of this you can take, but you know you can't just give up. You have to find a way out of this nightmare, a way to escape him and his twisted games.
The forest blurs around you, the pain and fear clouding your vision. You don't know where you're going, only that you have to get away.
The hybrid wolf watches you go, his smile never leaving his face. He knows you won't get far, not in your current state. He's toyed with you enough to know your limits, to know how much you can handle before you break.
But he also knows that the chase is part of the thrill, the anticipation of the hunt making the eventual capture all the more satisfying.
He lets you run, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glee as he watches the desperation in your movements.
You stumble through the underbrush, your legs wobbly from the rough treatment he's just given you. You're not a fast runner, not with the pain radiating from your torn hymen and the heavy weight of his cum filling you.
But you force yourself to go on, driven by a primal need to escape the monster that's claimed you.
Twigs snap beneath your feet, leaves crunching as you push yourself harder, ignoring the sting of your bruised flesh against the rough ground.
Behind you, the alpha wolf laughs, the sound echoing through the trees like a dark promise.
You know he's not really letting you go; he's just enjoying the thrill of the chase.
His powerful form moves with an eerie grace, his eyes locked on yours, a twisted smile playing across his face. The thought of what he'll do to you when he catches you sends a fresh wave of terror through your body, and you push yourself to go faster.
You stumble through the forest, the pain in your legs growing with each step. Your heart races in your chest, the fear of his pursuit driving you forward even as your body screams for rest.
The moon casts a silver glow through the canopy, lighting your path but also making you feel more exposed.
You can hear the rustle of leaves as he stalks you, his movements deliberate and calculated.
He's enjoying this, you realize with a sickening feeling in your stomach.
He's enjoying making you run.
The alpha hybrid wolf's laughter echoes through the trees, a taunting, predatory sound that sends a chill down your spine. "You can't escape me, little omega," he calls out, his voice deep and resonant. "Wherever you go, I'll find you."
The words are a promise, one that fills you with dread. You know he's not lying; he's a creature of the hunt, and you're his prey.
You push yourself harder, your lungs burning and your legs aching. Your senses are heightened, every sound in the forest a potential threat.
You can feel his presence behind you, a looming shadow that seems to grow closer with each passing second. "Faster," he says, his voice a whisper in the wind. "Or I'll just have to drag you back, kicking and screaming."
You whip around, your eyes wild with fear. The hybrid wolf is closer than you thought, his teeth bared in a feral smile.
You can see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim and possess you. "You can't do this," you choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I won't be your omega, I won't let you do this to me."
"You don't have a choice," he says, his voice cold and final. He stalks closer, his eyes gleaming with a dark light that makes your heart race. "You're mine now, and I'll fuck you whenever I want. And youâll just have to damn well take it, you stubborn bitch.â
His words are a promise, one that sends a shiver of dread through your body.
You stumble back, trying to put more distance between you, but your legs are wobbly, your body still reeling from his earlier assault.
He doesn't give you the chance to run again.
With a snarl, he lunges, his powerful body moving with the grace of a predator.
You scream, your voice raw from your earlier cries, and try to dart away, but he's too fast. His massive hands land on your shoulders, pushing you to the ground. "Struggle all you want," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "It'll just make it better."
You squirm beneath him, your body slick with sweat and tears. His weight is a crushing presence, a reminder of the brutal reality of your situation. "Please," you whimper, your voice shaking. "P-Please stop, no more, p-please."
The alpha hybrid wolf chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear. "What's the matter, little omega?" he asks, his voice mocking.
"Can't handle your new life?" His claws dig into your shoulders, his grip unyielding. "You should have thought of that before you decided to play hard to get."
You try to buck him off, to kick and claw, but your body feels like it's made of lead, and his weight is too much for you to bear.
You feel his cock, still hard and slick with your blood and cum, pressing against your thigh, a constant reminder of his dominance. "Get off me," you snarl weakly, trying to push him away. "I'm not your plaything."
He laughs, the sound a low, dark rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, but you are," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "And I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."
His teeth graze the shell of your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your fear. "You're going to beg for it, you know," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to beg for me to fill you up and make you scream my name."
You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the unwelcome spark of arousal his words stir in you. "Never," you spit out, your voice laced with defiance.
The alpha wolf's eyes flash with anger, his grip tightening on your shoulders. "We'll see about that," he growls, his teeth grazing your neck as he pins you down.
You can feel his cock, still rock-hard and slick with your blood and cum, pressing insistently against your thigh. His knot starts to swell again, a sign that he's not yet done with you.
"No," you whimper, your voice shaking with fear and exhaustion. "I won't let you."
His teeth find your neck again, and you feel the sharp pain as he bites down, claiming you once more with a possessive growl. Your body tenses, your weak struggles doing nothing to deter him as he lines his thick, swollen cock up with your sore, bloodied entrance.
You can feel the beginnings of his knot swelling at the base, the promise of another agonizing mating session that you know you won't be able to resist.
Your weakened attempts to fight back only seem to excite the alpha hybrid wolf more, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and lust. His teeth sink deeper into your neck, holding you in place as he starts to push his cock inside you again.
You feel the pressure building as his knot swells, the pain of his previous claim still fresh in your mind. You try to buck your hips, to twist away from him, but his weight and strength are too much.
The hybrid wolf's response to your increased struggle is to kiss you hard and without mercy, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he takes your mouth in a punishing, possessive kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting your fear and the coppery tang of your blood, a flavor that only seems to inflame his desire further.
His kiss is a claim of ownership, a declaration that you belong to him and no other.
You feel his cock, still slick with the evidence of his previous claim, push against your entrance, the swollen knot at its base a constant, painful reminder of the fate that awaits you.
You try to bite his tongue, to push him away with every ounce of strength you have left, but it's like trying to fight a hurricane with a single leaf. He's unyielding, his mouth moving over yours in a violent dance that leaves you breathless and dizzy.
His grip on your shoulders tightens, his hands digging into your flesh as he uses his superior strength to hold you in place.
You feel the tip of his cock breach you once again, the pain sharp and immediate, making you cry out against his mouth.
The alpha wolf's kiss is brutal, his teeth scraping against your lips as he takes what he wants without regard for your protests. His tongue fills your mouth, tasting the desperation and the faint sweetness of your fear.
His cock slams into you, the swollen knot at the base stretching you wider than you ever thought possible, making you scream into his mouth. Your body fights against his intrusion, your muscles clenching around his thick length as you try to push him out, but his strength is overwhelming.
He pulls away, panting heavily, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're going to learn to love it," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're going to crave the feel of me inside you, marking you, claiming you."
He pushes into you again, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that makes you cry out with every thrust. You can feel his knot swelling, the pressure unbearable as he forces his way deeper and deeper.
You thrash beneath him, your nails digging into the dirt as you try to find anything to help you, to push him away. But his weight is too much, his strength too overwhelming. "Stop," you gasp, your voice breaking on the word. "Please, stop!"
He chuckles darkly, his breath hot on your face. "You're so pathetic," he sneers, his thrusts becoming more punishing. "Begging for it already."
The alpha wolf's cruel chuckle fills the air as he drives into you, his knot stretching you to the limits of endurance.
Despite the pain, your body starts to betray you again, responding to his rough treatment with unwanted arousal.
Each punishing thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your abused body, and you feel your walls clench around him, trying in vain to push him out.
He seems to sense your struggle, his eyes darkening with satisfaction as he leans in closer, his teeth nipping at your ear.
"That's it," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Take it, you stubborn bitch. Take all of me." His hips move faster, his cock pistoning in and out of you with a brutal efficiency that leaves you gasping.
You can't help but whimper, your body trembling with the effort of resisting the building pleasure. "You're going to cum for me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to scream my name as I fill you up."
You want to fight it, you want to keep your dignity intact, but your body has a mind of its own. The hybrid wolf's relentless assault sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "No," you moan, the word torn from your lips despite your best efforts. "I won'tâŠI won'tâŠahhâŠ"
He chuckles again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Yes, you will," he says, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You can't help it, can you? Your body knows what it needs." His hands move to your hips, his claws digging in as he pulls you into his thrusts, each one more powerful than the last.
You whine, trying to deny the building climax, but your body has its own agenda. Your hips buck up to meet him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your bruised core.
He's right; you can't fight it, not when he's so deep inside you, not when his knot is swelling and demanding your submission. You feel the first spasm of your orgasm, your muscles clenching around his cock, and he grunts in satisfaction.
"There it is," he murmurs, his voice a dark purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Give in to it, little omega. Let me feel you cum around me." His thrusts grow more erratic, his knot swelling to a terrifying size.
You can't hold back the scream that rips from your throat as your climax hits you like a storm, your body writhing beneath him. He takes advantage of your weakened state, slamming into you harder, the knot stretching you further than you thought possible.
The pleasure is unbearable, your body a live wire of sensation as he takes you over the edge.
But amidst the waves of ecstasy, you feel a sharp, searing pain as your leg gives way beneath his weight.
You scream in agony, the sound muffled by his mouth as he kisses you roughly, swallowing your cries.
"Mine," he snarls, his teeth digging into your neck. You feel his cock pulse inside you, filling you with his seed, claiming you once again.
Your body convulses around him, the pain in your lower body mixing with the agony of his brutal mating.
"YouâŠyou monster," you whimper, tears streaming down your face as your body continues to spasm around his knot.
The pain in your leg is like nothing you've ever felt before, a white-hot agony that sends shockwaves through your body.
You try to kick him off, to fight back with every ounce of strength you have left, but the pain is too much. You're trapped beneath him, his knot swollen and lodged deep inside you, his seed filling you up and marking you as his property.
After riding out your orgasm, the alpha wolf pulls out of you with a smug smile, his cock still hard and gleaming with your blood and cum.
He looks down at your broken leg, the bone jutting out at an unnatural angle, and his eyes flash with a twisted kind of satisfaction. "Looks like you'll be staying put," he says, his voice a dark purr. "It's for the best, really. Less running around for you to do."
You whimper, the pain making it hard to focus, to think. "W-Why are you doing this?" you ask, your voice shaking. "What do you want from me?"
The alpha hybrid wolf's smile widens, his eyes cold. "Everything," he says, his voice a dark whisper. "I want everything you have to give, and then some."
He runs a hand down your side, his claws lightly scoring your flesh. You flinch, but he doesn't stop, his touch a sadistic caress that makes your skin crawl. "I want you to submit, to beg for my cock, to crave my touch."
His voice is low, hypnotic, and for a moment, you almost believe you could want that.
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The alpha wolf's cold, sadistic gaze locks onto your trembling form as he pulls out a set of long piano strings, the metal glinting menacingly in the moonlight.
You watch in horror as he wraps them around your uninjured leg, his eyes never leaving yours. The strings bite into your skin, the tension palpable as he tightens them, his teeth bared in a feral smile.
You try to kick him away, but the pain in your broken leg sends shockwaves through your body, leaving you incapacitated.
The alpha wolf's eyes gleam with excitement as he tightens the piano strings around your leg, the metal biting into your flesh with a cruel precision.
You scream in agony, the pain from your broken leg now eclipsed by the new torment.
He's not destroying it yet, but the threat is clear in his sadistic smile. He enjoys watching you squirm, your fear and pain only serving to fuel his lust.
"Please," you beg, your voice breaking. "Please, don't do this."
The alpha wolf's smile only widens as he tightens the strings further, watching as the color drains from your face. "Why do you keep fighting?" he asks, his tone mocking. "You're only making it worse for yourself."
Through gritted teeth, you manage to spit out through the tears, "Because I'm not your omega." Despite the pain, a small part of your spirit remains unbroken, the fire in your eyes a silent challenge.
The hybrid wolf's chuckle sends a cold shiver down your spine as he tightens the piano strings around your uninjured leg.
The pain is unbearable, your body writhing in agony as the metal digs into your flesh. You feel the warm trickle of blood start to run down your leg, the reality of his plan sinking in with a sickening thud. The strings are cutting through your skin, the tension building until you can feel the bone of your femur grinding against them.
Each twist of his hands sends a fresh wave of pain through you, and you can't help but cry out, your voice hoarse from your previous screams.
The alpha wolf leans in closer, his teeth bared in a sadistic grin as he whispers, "Let's see how much of a fighter you really are, my little omega."
With a sickening twist of his paws, the piano strings tighten, biting deeper into your flesh.
The pain is unimaginable, the strings cutting through your skin and muscles, the bone of your leg feeling as if it's about to snap.
You scream, the sound raw and animalistic, as you feel the strings slice through the last of your resistance.
"Good," he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. "Scream for me, show me how much you hate it. Show me how much you're going to fight me every step of the way."
The alpha hybrid wolf's chuckles echo through the forest, sending a cold shiver down your spine. "I knew you'd be a fighter," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But that's what makes it all the more satisfying when you finally break."
He leans in closer, his hot breath against your face as he whispers, "And you will break, little omega. You'll beg me to keep you, to never leave you."
With a final twist of the piano strings, you feel the bone in your leg give way with a sickening crunch.
The pain is so intense, you're sure you're going to pass out, but somehow, you remain conscious, your eyes locked on his.
The alpha wolf's twisted smile widens as he watches the pain etched into your face, the strings tightening until the bone in your leg snaps with an audible crack.
You scream in agony, your body arching off the ground as much as his hold on you allows.
The pain is so intense, it feels as though your entire world has been reduced to the burning, searing heat of the strings digging into your flesh. He releases the tension slightly, watching as the blood starts to pool around the wound, the muscles in your leg quivering with the effort to stay attached to the bone.
"See?" he says, his voice a dark purr. "No more running for you. Now you're just where I want you, exactly how I want you."
He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning over your face, his teeth grazing your cheek. "But don't worry," he whispers, "I'll make sure you're taken care of. After all, you're my prize."
His hands move to stroke your side, his claws lightly grazing your skin. The gentleness of his touch is a stark contrast to the cruelty of his words, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
The alpha wolf's hands move with a cruel precision, tightening the piano strings once more. You feel the unbearable pressure build, the strings digging into your flesh like serrated knives. Your screams fill the forest, a desperate, primal sound that seems to echo off the very trees themselves.
You're not just begging now; you're pleading with everything you have, your voice hoarse from the screams that have torn from your throat. "P-Please," you sob, "please don't do this. I'll do anything, I'll be whatever you want me to be."
The hybrid wolf's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "There it is," he says, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "The sweet sound of submission."
He doesn't loosen the strings immediately, though; instead, he lets you squirm and beg for a few more moments, savoring the power he holds over you.
"Beg for it," he says, his voice a low growl. "Beg me not to take your other leg. Show me you're truly mine."
Trembling, you force the words out through your tears. "Please, I'm sorry, I'll submit, I'll be your omega, I won't fight you anymore, just don't take my leg, I'll do anythingâŠ" The words tumble out of you in a rush, each one a painful admission of defeat.
The alpha wolf's eyes narrow, considering your plea. He releases the strings slightly, the pressure on your leg easing just enough for you to draw in a shaky breath. "Anything?" he asks, his voice a low purr that sends a shiver down your spine.
You nod frantically, tears streaming down your face. "Anything," you repeat, your voice a broken whisper. "Just don't do this."
He tightens the strings once more, the pressure building until you can feel the bone in your leg starting to give way. You scream, your body jerking in a desperate attempt to escape the inevitable.
He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't worry," he says, his voice soothing despite the horror of the situation. "I'll take good care of you. You'll be my little pet, my personal fucktoy to use whenever I please."
He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. "And maybe, just maybe, if you're a very good girl, I'll let you keep that pretty little pussy of yours."
You whimper, the pain in your leg unbearable as you feel the strings begin to saw through the last of your resistance. Your mind is a whirlwind of fear and desperation, and you know that you've lost. "Please," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I-I'll be good, I'll do anything!"
The alpha hybrid wolf leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he considers your words. "Prove it," he says, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. He loosens his grip on the strings slightly, the pressure on your leg easing just enough to let you breathe. "Tell me you're mine," he demands.
You swallow hard, the words sticking in your throat like bile. But the pain is too great, and the fear of losing your leg too intense. "I'm yours," you whisper, the words a painful concession. "I'll do whatever you want."
The alpha hybrid wolf's eyes flicker with something that might almost be respect, but it's quickly overshadowed by his dominance. "That's better," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. He loosens the strings a bit more, the pressure on your leg lessening slightly. "Now," he says, "tell me you want me to fuck you."
You can't believe the words are coming out of your mouth, but the alternative is too terrifying to consider. "IâŠI want you," you force out, your voice shaking. "I want you to fuck me."
The alpha hybrid wolf's smile broadens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's what I like to hear," he murmurs, his hands moving to gently stroke the side of your face, the claws retracted.
His touch is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the brutality that came before. He releases the strings completely, and you feel the weight of his decision as the pain in your leg recedes to a dull throb.
The alpha wolf's kiss is like a brand, searing into your very soul and leaving no doubt of your newfound status.
His tongue invades your mouth, tasting your fear and desperation, and yet there's something darkly thrilling about the way he claims you, something that makes your heart race despite the pain and horror.
You can feel his cock, still hard and slick with your blood, pressing against you, demanding entry.
Your body reacts traitorously, your arousal spiking even as you bleed out, the pain and fear mixing in a toxic cocktail that somehow only makes the situation more intense.
He pulls back, his eyes dark with lust and power as he looks down at you. "You're mine now," he says, his voice a low growl. "Say it."
You whimper, the pain from your broken legs making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Y-yes," you choke out. "I'm yours."
You scream as he starts to thrust into you again, biting your shoulder without mercy, his knot swelling and forcing your shattered body to accommodate his brutal claim. Each movement sends bolts of agony through your legs, but you're too far gone to do anything but take it, your mind a haze of pain and submission.
He fucks you like an animal, his hips slamming into yours with a sickening wet sound that echoes through the forest. You can feel your body trying to fight back, but it's no match for his strength and dominance. The taste of blood is thick in the air, a testament to the brutality of his mating. His teeth dig deeper into your flesh, and you know that the marks he's leaving will never fully heal.
Your cries of pain are muffled by his mouth, his tongue invading yours in a twisted parody of affection as he continues to pound into you. Each thrust sends waves of agony through your body, your legs useless and forgotten beneath you. You can't even feel the pain anymore, it's just a part of you, a constant reminder of your new reality.
As you lay there, the hybrid wolf's teeth still embedded in your shoulder, the pain from your legs is a constant throb, but it's almost as if your body is trying to adapt to the new reality it's been thrust into.
Each thrust of his cock feels like a hot iron poker being pushed into your core, the pain and pleasure mixing until you can't tell the difference anymore. Your body betrays you, your walls clenching around him, trying to keep him inside you despite the horror of what's happening.
He releases your shoulder with a wet pop, the blood from the wound mixing with the fluids already coating your skin. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice a gruff growl. "So fucking tight, even with all the damage I've done to you." His eyes bore into yours, a challenge and a question in their depths. "Do you like it when I hurt you?"
The question hangs in the air, a silent demand for your truth. Your body is a wreck, your mind a tornado of agony and submission, but somehow, you find the strength to nod. The words come out as a whimper, barely audible. "Yes," you admit, your voice trembling. "I do."
The alpha wolf's hand snaps back, the slap echoing through the clearing like a gunshot.
Your cheek burns with the force of his blow, the impact sending your head spinning and your vision blurring with tears. The sting of his hand is a stark contrast to the burning agony in your legs, a reminder that your submission isn't enough to satisfy his twisted desires.
"Don't lie to me," he snarls, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "I can smell it on you, the scent of fear and pain. Tell me the truth."
You whimper, trying to gather your thoughts through the fog of pain and submission. "IâŠI do," you repeat, your voice shaking. "It's what you want, isn't it?"
The alpha wolf's eyes narrow, his grip on you tightening. "What I want," he says slowly, "is for you to be honest. To admit that you love the way I make you feel, that you crave the pain and the fear. That you need me to own you completely."
He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But I know you're a damn liar, my sweet omega. I can see it in your eyes. You're fighting me even now."
The hybrid wolf's grip on the piano strings tightens, his hands moving with a sickening precision that sends a fresh wave of terror through you.
You can feel the strings cutting deeper into your leg, the pain so intense it steals your breath away.
With a final, brutal twist, the strings snap tight, and you feel a white-hot agony as your left leg is severed completely. The blood spurts in a crimson arc, painting the leaves and soil a gruesome shade of red.
You scream in wailing agony, the sound echoing through the forest, a haunting melody of pain and despair.
Your vision swims, the world turning to a kaleidoscope of colors as the pain overwhelms your senses. The ground beneath you feels cold and foreign as your body tries to comprehend the sudden loss of a limb.
The alpha wolf pulls away, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he watches you writhe in pain. "Look at what you've made me do," he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. "You've only got yourself to blame for this." His hands come up to wipe the blood from your face, his touch almost gentle, a stark contrast to the horror he's just inflicted upon you.
The alpha wolf's thrusts become even more brutal as he watches the pain and despair play out on your face.
You can feel your body giving in, your consciousness fading as the agony of your amputated leg combines with the overwhelming pressure of his knot inside you.
Each time he pulls out, it's like he's ripping out your soul along with his cock, only to shove it back in with a viciousness that sends shockwaves of agony through your body.
The smell of blood and sex is thick in the air, a heady perfume that seems to drive him to even greater heights of depravity.
Your cries become weaker and weaker, until finally, the world goes dark.
You're not sure if it's the pain or the blood loss, but everything around you fades away, leaving only the pounding of his hips against your mutilated body.
And yet, even as you slip into unconsciousness, you can feel his knot swelling, his seed filling you up. It's a final, vicious reminder of your new role in his lifeâhis pet, his toy, his breeding omega.
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The alpha wolf chuckles darkly as you lose consciousness beneath him, your body limp and broken. He leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to your bloodstained lips, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim one last victory.
His love is a twisted, possessive thing, a perversion of the bond that should have been gentle and consensual.
But as he whispers the words into your unhearing ear, his hips never stop moving, his cock never leaving your torn, abused hole.
Each thrust is a declaration of his dominance, a promise that you will never escape his grasp.
You're vaguely aware of his words, a faint murmur against your skin. "Mine," he repeats, his voice a low growl of triumph. "You're mine now, my beautiful omega. You can't run from me anymore."
His hands roam over your body, his claws tracing delicate patterns in your skin that make you shiver in your unconscious state despite the agony. "I'll take care of you," he says, his voice soothing despite the horror of his actions. "I'll make sure you never want for anythingâexcept for my cock, filling you up, making you scream."
The alpha wolf's hips continue to piston into your unresponsive body, his knot still swollen and embedded deep within you. The warmth of your blood coats your thighs and your skin, painting a gruesome picture of his brutal claim.
Despite your unconsciousness, your body continues to react to him, your walls spasming around his cock, a reflexive response to the pain and the presence of his seed. His movements are relentless, a testament to his desire to fully dominate and claim you.
Each thrust sends waves of pain through your body, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in this twisted mating dance.
With a final, triumphant snarl, the alpha hybrid wolf releases his knot, filling you with his cum one last time before withdrawing completely. He stands over you, his cock glistening with your blood and his own seed.
He looks down at your amputated leg with a twisted sense of satisfaction, the crimson stump a testament to his dominance. "We'll see if you're worthy of having this back," he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "But for now, you're exactly where you need to beâunder me, bleeding for me."
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One Touch Apart
Note: I couldn't help it after seeing the countless number of fanarts and game plays ....I just had to give myself an area to adore this man that is Mr. Crawling...âĄâĄ
The faint hum of the outside world muted, but the warmth radiating from the strange entity in front of you made it feel less... empty. Mr. Crawling stood in the corner, his towering, spindly frame blending into the shadows, but his glowing, expressive gaze was fixed on you. For someoneâor somethingâso otherworldly, he had a way of making you feel oddly at ease, even after everything youâd been through together.
Escaping the other world was nothing short of a nightmare, but somehow, having him here made it less terrifying. No one else could see him, which, honestly, was for the best. It meant you didnât have to explain why this unsettling yet endearing entity was always hovering near you, his chirps and faint, childlike giggles filling the silence.
âDonât look at me like that,â you muttered, trying and failing to suppress a smile as you caught him peering at you from behind the doorframe. His head tilted, chirping softly in response, and you couldnât help but laugh.
He was like a puppy, in the most bizarre and disturbing way possibleâalways following you around, trying to mimic your actions, and doing his best to protect you, even if you werenât in any real danger.
The language barrier between you two was a hurdle you hadnât expected, but it hadnât stopped you from trying. Youâd started using hand signs, carefully shaping each motion to convey meaning. The first time you tried, though, heâd simply stared, his glowing eyes wide with fascination. Then, much to your amusement, heâd clumsily attempted to mimic your gestures, his ghostly fingers twitching in a disjointed imitation.
The two of you had ended up staring at each other in utter confusion before you burst out laughing. Heâd tilted his head, watching you closely, then let out a high-pitched giggle, a hauntingly perfect mimicry of your own laugh.
That was the moment you realized how fond youâd become of him.
Now, as he chirped softly from his spot in the shadows, you glanced up at him, smiling. He smiled backâor, well, you thought it was a smile. His expressions were still hard to read, but the curve of his lips and the light in his eyes were unmistakable.
Hesitantly, you reached out, your fingers brushing over his arm. His skinâor whatever it wasâwas cool and smooth, like marble. He didnât pull away, instead leaning into your touch with a quiet hum. Encouraged, you let your hand trail upward, brushing against his face.
Your knuckles ghosted over his cheek, gently brushing his hair aside. He froze for a moment, as if caught off guard, and you couldnât help but wonder if heâd ever been touched so tenderly before.
His gazeâor where you thought his gaze should beâlocked with yours. Did he even have eyes? You werenât sure, but the intensity of his stare made your heart race.
The first time youâd felt this strange pull toward him had been in the other world, when heâd saved you from Mr. Scarletella. Heâd pulled you down, crawling over you to hide you beneath his frame, shielding you from the other entityâs gaze. You hadnât been able to forget the way his body curled protectively around yours, the warmth of his presence chasing away your fear.
It had only grown from there.
Heâd been your constant companion, your protector, your solace in a place where nothing made sense. And now, as you stood here with him, that feeling blossomed into something more.
Your eyes drifted to his lipsâpale, faintly cracked, but oddly inviting. What would they feel like against yours? Would he even understand the concept of a kiss?
You bit your lip, then pointed to your mouth, and then to his, hoping to get your message across. His smile widened, but he tilted his head slightly, an expression of playful confusion.
What? ; his expression seemed to ask, as if hes teasing you. would you care to show me?
Your cheeks flushed, and you let out a soft laugh. Of course, heâd turn this into a game.
âWell,â you murmured, stepping closer. âWho am I to say no?â
Carefully, you cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. His skin felt smoother than you expected, like polished stone, and yet there was a warmth beneath it that made you shiver.
He watched you intently, his glowing gaze unwavering as you leaned closer. Your breaths mingled, and for a moment, you hesitated, wondering if you were crossing a line. But his head tilted slightly, almost inviting, and you pressed your lips to his.
The kiss was clumsy, his inexperience evident in the way his lips barely moved against yours. But there was a sweetness to it, a quiet eagerness that made your heart ache. When you finally pulled away, he let out his signature giggle, his lips twitching into an unmistakable smile.
And then he leaned forward, trying to capture your lips again.
âGreedy, arenât you?â you teased, though you didnât resist as he pressed another kiss to your mouth, this one slightly more confident than the last.
He giggled again, the sound almost giddy, and you couldnât help but laugh with him. It seemed youâd spoiled him nowâbecause judging by the way he clung to you, he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
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Sleeping Beauty
Gif by @no-one-fights-alone
SUMMARY: The sleeping beauty is Soap hehe. You weren't supposed to fall asleep in the rec room, but you did. When you emerge, there's someone snoozing in your lap.
PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader
TAGS: Fluff, first kiss, confessions, light/non graphic smut: dirty talk, friction, Clingy!Soap, Civilian!Reader, Smitten!Soap AND Smitten!Reader. Part of the Moaning and Blushing Soap Agenda.
WORDS COUNT: 1.8k
A/N: My thanks to the fanartists who draw Soap alseep, giving me inspiration :') been obsessed with this piece.
It was never your intention to doze off on the rec room's couch.
However, the combination of the coziness of the sofa, the bone-deep tiredness you accumulated over the work week, and the delicious warmth radiating from Soap's body eventually defeated you. The rowdy Sergeant had always displayed a tactile kind of friendliness, but lately he was glued to you, downright clingy.Â
Another person would have been irritated by this behavior quickly enough - his teammates from the 141 made it pretty clear, teasing him frequently about it, and jokingly pitying you. Nonetheless, you didnât mind, at least outside of the bursts of heat that would overrun your face from time to time. Just when you thought you were used to him, one brush of his fingertips or one gaze from his piercing blue eyes would revive the fire in your blood.Â
But just like with most things, you couldnât say no to Johnny. Not to mention, you were seriously touch-starved; had been your whole life, to be honest. To have someone apparently addicted to the feel of your skin was like a heaven-sent gift.
This was how you ended up sitting way too close to him on the couch, thighs touching, his burly arm thrown carelessly on the backrest behind you, as the task force was enjoying some TV before heading to bed. Between vaguely paying attention to the movie, keeping up with the guysâ conversation, and fighting your own mind to forbid it from obsessing over how burning his leg felt against yours despite the barrier of your respective jeans, you were plenty busy. At least until you fell asleep without realizing.
Filled with confusion, you sluggishly blink at the half-light illuminating you. The lights have been switched off, but the TV provides enough brightness for you to figure out your surroundings. The room is silent and empty, save for the murmur emitted by the television, and your lap feels strangely heavy.
You lower your eyes to figure out that mystery, and immediately supress a yelp of surprise by pressing your hand against your mouth.
John Mactavish in the flesh is right there, sleeping like a baby.Â
You canât help but drink in this one-of-a-kind sight; you've never seen him asleep before. Never contemplated him looking so peaceful, so tranquil. There's an inherent vulnerability that comes with catching him sleeping.Â
He's laying on his stomach, the side of his face pressed against your thigh, grabbing it with one hand. The way his cheek is squished by your leg is both funny and adorable. Low but regular snores escape his parted lips.
His mohawk is as ruffled as hair that short can be, and now that youâre observing it, youâre tempted to stroke it, to find out whether it is as soft as its owner. You ponder over that dilemma for a minute, biting your lip, before giving into temptation. Tentatively ruffling the top of it at first, terrified of waking him up, you gain in confidence as his hair proves to be delightfully smooth. You run your hand through the strands carefully, your touch as delicate as possible, removing some stray locks from his forehead as you go.
Eventually you stop, taking in the room around you, and thinking about how this situation canât last. Soap really needs to reach his bed. You peek at him again.
There's a self-indulging part of you that very much desires to let him sleep, keep him in your lap and stare at him for hours. With how heavy he feels, youâre not sure you could get up even if you wanted to.
âWhy'd ye stop?â he rasps, voice made hoarse by drowsiness, tone surprisingly whiny.
You barely stifle a screech, completely taken aback by his awakening.
He shoots you a look so indignant, you'd think you woke him up at 3 a.m with a bucket of ice-cold water. That, or he's a petulant child youâre waking up for school.
âSorryâŠ?â
Why you are apologizing, you don't even know. His expression somehow manages to make you feel guilty, so you lift your hand and caress his hair again.Â
His eyes instantly close at the contact, like a cat. A pleased, satisfied âMmmhâ leaves him, as a deep rumble escapes his torso, like a purr. A blissful smile stretches his lips, sending a pang to your chest.
âSoap.â
â...â
âJohnny.â
âMmh?â
âYou need to get to your own bed.â
âNooooo.â
He proceeds to turn his head and bury his face in your lap. Next thing you know, the hand squeezing your thigh releases you, only to sneak behind your back and grab your waist. The other slides under your legs to seize your knee.
You end up well and truly trapped in his grip.
âM great âere.â he retorts, muffled by your body.
His hot breath sends tingles over your skin, and the motion of his lips against your pants provokes a throbbing between your thighs. You feel your cheeksâ temperature rise dangerously. The fact that you two are alone together is both a blessing and a curse. Youâre going to give Gaz and Ghost a piece of your mind for abandoning you like that.
âSoap,â you sigh, trying your best to sound unaffected, pinching the bridge of your nose. âYou canât stay here all night.â
âCan't I?âÂ
The cheekiness in his voice manages to be both irritating and arousing.
âJohn Mactavish,â you scold, attempting to sound menacing.
âCould spend tha whole night between yer thighs, bonnie.â
Yep, that's it, your entire face is on fire. He's never been so forward before; your chest feels like it's about to burst.
Unfortunately for Johnny, your annoyance exceeds your embarrassment. This explains why your next course of action is to take hold of his mohawk and yank.Â
Face finally unsticking from you, he lets out a noise that's half a grunt, half a moan, and fully obscene.
Astounded, turned on, and just a bit sheepish, you stare at him in bewildered silence as he returns your gaze, cerulean eyes wide, cheekbones and the tips of his ears bright red.
You only meant to remove him from your lap - cross your heart and hope to die. And roughen him up a little in the process as payback, but that was counting on the fact that his pain tolerance must be way beyond the average mortal's.
As you stay frozen in place, he pounces. Next thing you know, he got you pinned against the backrest, hands on each side of your head, hovering over your lap.
âCan I kiss ye?â
His voice suddenly turned so husky that the question comes out more like a growl than anything else.
âW-what?â you stutter, convinced you heard him wrong.
âCan I kiss ye? Please?â he insists, pouting.
The âpleaseâ has the effect of a punch in your sternum.
âI⊠you⊠uh.. â
His face is way too close to yours, his gaze way too intense for you to do anything else but combust on the spot.
âWe shouldn'tâ, you mumble, looking anywhere but at him.
âAye we can, fraternization is authorized between military and office personnel.â
That has the merit to make you look back at him, eyes wide in surprise.
âHow do you..?â
âAh checkedâ, he asserts like it's evident.
âYou're really putting me on the spotâŠâ
You pivot your head to the right to relieve yourself from his piercing blue eyes. That doesn't seem to deter him at all, however, as he presses his forehead against your temple.
âWell, ye tend tae run away when ah flirt wiâ yeâŠâ
His lips brush against your cheek as he talks.
âSo really, this is all yer fault. Yankinâ mah hair like that-â
âMY fault!? Youâre the clingy bastard who stuck his face into my lap-â
Outraged, you face him abruptly. He must have predicted your reaction because he backed away enough to avoid a headbutt.
âVery nice lap.â
The compliment leaves you unimpressed.
âNot really,â you correct automatically, your self-consciousness deeply ingrained.
He doesn't lose his smug smirk at that.
âOh? Need me tae demonstrate?â
His hand leaves the backrest and slips between the sofa and your leg. He grabs your thigh and lifts it slightly, then slowly trails the tips of two fingers from the edge of your ass until the back of your knee, sending suggestive tickles all over your lower body.
You stare in anticipation, voice stuck somewhere in your throat.
âBonnie? Ah'm not hearinâ a no, but ah'm not hearinâ a yes either-â
âYes,â you murmur.
He tilts his head questioningly, smile teasing.
âWhaâ was that? Didnât catch-â
âI said yes, you-,â you assert, riled again, loud enough that he cannot pretend to have missed it.
His mouth presses against yours almost immediately, so eager that your back hits the backrest. You close your eyes and interlace your fingers behind his neck.
His hands feel everywhere at once, like he canât get enough of you. As for you, the accumulation of sensations threatens to overwhelm you, so you clench your hands into fists to hold on, one desperately clutching the other's wrist.
Lost in his embrace, you forget yourself. At the feeling of his muscular thigh between your legs, you grind against it thoughtlessly.
Soap reacts instantly, abandoning your lips for a moment, despite you chasing after his.
âHumpinâ my leg, ae? Ye naughty girl⊠ah can give ye so much better than mah leg.â
Regardless of his comment, he pushes back against your crotch.
âBut if that's what ye want⊠ah'll give ye anythinâ. Everythinâ ye want, baby. Ah'll be so good to ye, promise.â
The sweet vows falling from his filthy mouth makes you hang onto him tighter, as if you were trying to fusionate your two bodies.
â...Everything,â you reply softly after kissing him some more.
âWhaâŠ?â
Taking Johnny by surprise is not something that you manage often. But oh, how the view is worth it.
He withdrews a bit, face flushed, mowhawk tousled, gaping, eyebrows lightly frowned in incomprehension.
âWhat if I want everything? All of you?âÂ
You cup his cheek affectionately. Your own boldness surprises you, but this whole situation feels like a dream anyway - maybe it is one -, so you might as well make the best of it. Soap has never been one to be stingy with compliments, so the least you can do is return the favor.
âYou're amazing, Soap. Youâre so brave, and smart, strong, selfless, and goodhearted, caring⊠and you have the prettiest eyes I've ever - mmh.â
He seemed pretty captivated by your words, listening religiously, until something snapped and he crushed his lips against yours.
After making you dizzy, he releases you, beaming. You remember hearing Price calling him âsunshineâ. He's always been luminous, but now he's downright blinding.
âI love ye. IloveyeIloveyeIloveye.â
He chants fervently while covering your face in ardent kisses.
âYe don't have tae say it back,â he adds hastily afterwards, like distressed he'd scare you away.
âYe don't have tae say anythin. Ah just⊠canât contain it anymoreâŠâ
âI love you too,â you cut in.
The words came out more easily than you expected. Almost naturally. It makes sense in a way - youâve been enamored for a while after all.
You two seal your mutual confessions with an enthousiastic kiss.
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I Love You: Rafayel Edition
Premise:
Trope: Pure fluff Pairing: Reader x Rafayel Note: Reader and the men are NOT in a relationship. but there is implied mutual attraction.My inbox is open for prompts and requests :)
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The door to Rafayelâs art studio creaked open with a low groan, revealing the delightful chaos youâd come to expect from him. The smell of turpentine and drying paint hung in the air, mingling with the faint trace of his cologne, still clinging to the fabric of his draped coats scattered across the furniture. Brushes were strewn across the floor like forgotten soldiers, and streaks of bright reds, blues, and golds marred every surface they could reach. His easel stood near the large bay window, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun, but the canvas was blankâtypical.
Your lips curved into a fond smile as you carefully balanced the takeaway bag in your hands, its fragrant contents filling the room with the rich aroma of saffron butter lobster, a delicacy Rafayel adored. You'd made the extra effort to get it from his favorite little corner bistro across town, knowing how particular he was about its preparation. You could almost taste it yourself, though you knew the real joy would come when you saw his face light up in surprise. The food was just the excuse; it was your way of showing you cared, in the only way you knew how.
Everything about this place felt so distinctly him: vibrant, alive, chaoticâand somehow, it always made your heart feel at ease. On days when the world seemed too heavy, when exhaustion clung to your bones like a second skin, or even on days when your heart was full to bursting with happiness, this was where you found yourself.
âRafayel!â you called, your voice carrying through the disarray.
There was no response at first, just the faint rustling of papers somewhere deeper in the studio. Then, a muffled voice, drowsy and half-hearted: âMmm⊠what is it? Just leave it on the counterâŠâ
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the soft laugh that escaped you. âYou know, one of these days, Iâm going to walk in and find you buried under all this paint,â you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you set the bag on the counter in the tiny kitchen space, careful not to knock over an open jar of brushes.
You made your way toward his bedroom, following the source of his sleepy mumblings. The door was slightly ajar, and when you pushed it open, your heart stuttered in your chest.
There he was, curled up under a rumpled duvet, his face half-buried in the pillow, soft wavy locks falling haphazardly across his forehead. He looked peaceful, his usual sharp edges smoothed out in the quiet vulnerability of sleep. The rise and fall of his chest was steady, rhythmic, lulling you into a moment of stillness. Your heart gave a little lurch, and your fingers twitched with the need to touch him, to just feel close to him for a second. You slowly crossed the room, the soft creak of the floorboards under your feet the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Rafayel didnât stir, still lost in the depths of his sleep.
âRafayel,â you whispered gently, your voice barely above a breath, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment too harshly. He didnât respond. Not even a slight shift in his posture. He was deep in sleep, completely oblivious to the world around him.
You crouched beside the bed, your hand hovering above his arm, hesitating for just a moment before you placed it gently on his shoulder. The warmth of his skin radiated beneath the fabric of his shirt, and your heart skipped a beat at the feel of himâso close, so tangible. Your touch was soft, just a light shake, meant to wake him without startling him too much.
But still, he didnât wake. He just shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent, his voice thick with sleep. You couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you watched him, your heart swelling in your chest. This was him. Carefree, a little bratty, but so easy to fall for. Even when he was asleep, you could see that side of him that you adored so muchâthe part of him that no one else saw.
âRafayel,â you repeated, a little more insistently this time, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face as you leaned down slightly. His features softened in his sleep, and for a moment, you simply watched him, breathing in the quiet, wishing you could keep him here, in this moment, forever.
He remained blissfully unaware, sinking deeper into his cocoon of blankets, a faint sigh escaping his lips. You huffed a quiet laugh, feeling the corners of your eyes prickle with emotion. The intimacy of the scene, the quiet domesticity of it, filled you with an aching sort of joy and longing.
You really were in love with him.
And yet, you couldnât bring yourself to say it. The words tangled themselves in your throat, caught between fear and hope. What if he dismissed it with one of his trademark teasing quips? Or worse, what if he didnât feel the same way?
But as you sat there, watching him sleep so peacefully, you couldnât help but wonderâwhat if he did?
Sighing lightly, you shifted closer and sat at the edge of the bed, carefully brushing your fingers along his cheek. The familiar feeling of his soft skin, the heat of his presence even in sleep, made your chest tighten. You found yourself gazing at him, heart aching with the truth you hadnât yet dared to voice.
This was it, wasnât it? This was the moment. The moment you had been waiting for, even though it scared you.
You hadnât planned for it. The words hadnât been rehearsed in your mind, but they slipped out anyway, so natural and so real, as if they had always been waiting to be said.
"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, yet full of every emotion you had kept hidden for so long.
The words hung in the air, soft as the warm glow of the setting sun that filtered through the cracks in the blinds. I love you. The phrase had slipped from your lips almost without thinking, like it was always meant to be said in that moment. But as soon as they left you, your heart thudded in your chest, as if it recognized the enormity of the confession you had just made.
Your breath caught in your throat as a wave of panic washed over you. Had he heard? Had you really just said it out loud? The room suddenly felt too small, too intimate, as if the walls were pressing in, waiting for him to react.
You stood up quickly, a quiet flush creeping up your neck as you considered leaving the room before he could tease you about itâbefore the reality of your feelings could settle in. You didnât know what you were expecting, but the last thing you anticipated was the sudden, sharp tug on your wrist.
With a startled yelp, you were pulled back onto the bed, landing softly on the plush duvet. A laughâhalf playful, half lazyâescaped from Rafayelâs lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against him. His warmth enveloped you instantly, and his body pressed close behind you as he spooned you, his breath hot against your neck.
Your heart raced in your chest, pounding like a drum as your mind scrambled to catch up. He heard.
âI heard that,â he said, his voice low and controlled, a smirk lacing his words. There was no teasing, no mockery, just the barest trace of something... softer. âYou⊠love me.â
You tried to pull away, your chest tightening, but his arm was an unyielding weight, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His fingers tightened around your wrist, holding you gently but firmly against him.
You froze, your heartbeat echoing in your ears as your skin prickled with both warmth and nervousness. You hadnât thought he had heard it, not with how quiet it had been, how small your voice had been. You swallowed, unsure of what to say.
"Y-you were dreaming," you muttered, though it didnât sound convincing even to your own ears.
He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers through you. The next words that left his mouth were not teasing, not playful, but seriousâintentional. "Then why does your heart feel like a fish swimming away in a current?"
The question was simple, but it made you freeze, your breath hitching as the truth of your feelings settled like a heavy weight in your chest. You couldnât deny it. Not to him. Not anymore.
Before you could respond, his arm wrapped around you more tightly, pulling you closer until you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back. His face pressed into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp as he inhaled deeply, as if memorizing your scent.
He stayed there for a long moment, his body a comforting, grounding presence behind you. Then, with a soft, almost playful command, he spoke again.
âSay it again,â he whispered, his voice a little rough. âSay it again. I want to be sure.â
Your pulse raced. This was real now. There was no going back. His words, his presence, made the room feel smaller, but somehow safer, as if the world outside didnât matter at this very moment.
You inhaled shakily, turning your head slightly to meet the fabric of the pillow, and in a breathless whisper, you said it again.
âI love you.â
The words felt different this timeâstronger, more sure. As soon as they left your lips, you felt his arms tighten around you, pulling you into his chest as if he never wanted to let go. He buried his face in your hair once more, his lips brushing against your ear.
"It took you long enough to admit it,â he teased, his voice laced with a bratty affection. âIâve been waiting to hear that, you know."
You laughed softly, a nervous, relieved sound that trembled at the edges, but his tone shifted, the playfulness slipping away. His voice dropped to something much softer, much deeper, as he whispered against your ear. "But I've been waiting to hear that... for so long. Waiting to hear you."
Your chest tightened, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his heart steady and strong beneath you. âI love you too, so so much. You have no idea the things I would do for you... to keep you like this., in my arms.â he said, so quietly, as though he hadnât said it out loud for fear of it being taken away, yet there was no doubt in his voice, no hesitation.
You didnât know how long the silence stretched between you, but it felt like time itself had slowed to a crawl. The only sound in the room was the rhythm of your breathing, and the sound of your two hearts beating in perfect harmony, as if they had always been meant to beat together.
But you shifted, just a little, as if instinctively trying to move, to pull awayâsomething in you telling you to give him space, even though you didnât want to. He wasnât having it.
"Iâm not letting you go anywhere, cutieâŠ" Rafayel murmured, his voice low and possessive. You were about to protest, to say something, but before you could, he tugged you even closer, trapping you against him, his arm locking around you like a vice. You felt a surge of warmth sweep through you, a sudden softness, and his voice came again, teasing, but this time with a gentle, almost adoring lilt.
"You can be my plushie for tonight," he said, a playful, lazy grin creeping into his tone, even though the words were laced with the kind of affection you rarely saw from him. "And the next night...and the night after...and forever more."
You didnât argue. You didnât want to. For tonight, for as long as this moment lasted, you could stay here, wrapped in his warmth, his scent, his arms.
And as you settled back against his chest, your heart still fluttering, you knew, with complete certainty, that this was exactly where you were supposed to be.
AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!
Sylus Edition | Rafayel Edition | Xavier Edition | Zayne Edition | Caleb Edition
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âHE MOVES MOUNTAINS AND POUNDS THEM TO GROUND AGAIN â bruce wayne.
PAIRING! bruce wayne đ fem!reader SYNOPSIS! bruce likes to spoil you, especially during christmas WORD COUNT! 3.4k WARNINGS / TAGS! fluff, bruce âlet me spoil my girlâ wayne + lmk if more! NOTES! wanna be spoiled by a rich guy sb , header bellow belongs to @/v6que © ahqkas â all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified
THE STREETS OF GOTHAM, OFTEN SO COLD AND CRUEL WERE CHANGED UNDER THE FIRST TRUE SNOWFALL OF THE SEASON. Blankets of pristine white coated the rooftops, softening the jagged skyline into something almost whimsical. The sidewalks were a patchwork of footprints and slush, as bustling crowds meandered through the early morning chill. Each breath of air carried the scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby stand, mingling with the crisp bite of snow.
Childrenâs laughter rang out in bursts, slicing through the muffled quiet that came with the falling flakes. A group of them had gathered at the corner of Robinson Park, throwing handfuls of powdery snow at one another while some tilted their heads back, tongues outstretched, hoping to catch a flake or two. Their squeals of delight painted the city in a light Gotham rarely allowed itself to wear.
Storefronts glowed with soft, twinkling lights, festive decorations hanging from doorways and window displays dressed in shimmering reds and golds. Every shop seemed to beckon, promising warm escapes and holiday cheer, from tiny mom-and-pop bookstores to designer boutiques with mannequins posed elegantly in the latest winter fashion. Salvation Army bells jingled near donation buckets, blending with the soft hum of carolers just off the main avenue.
The energy was infectiousâfamilies strolled arm in arm, couples leaned into one another for warmth, and even the loneliest passerby seemed to walk with a lighter step.
Christmas was approaching.
That was how you found yourself walking arm in arm with Bruce, the world narrowing to the warmth of his presence beside you despite the winter chill. His grip on your arm was steady and sure, his hand a comforting weight where it rested over yours. Even through your gloves, you could feel the faintest trace of his warmth, a contrast to the icy air that kissed you cheeks.
He guided you effortlessly through the busy crowd of people, and his towering frame acted as an anchor amidst the chaos. You noticed the way heads turned, how people instinctively parted to let him throughânot just because he was Bruce Wayne, the name that commanded attention, but because he carried himself with a quiet, natural authority. Still, his touch on your arm was gentle, not hurried, as though he had no place to be except here with you.
âDo you think itâs going to stick?â you asked, nodding toward the layer of snow coating the rooftops and trees. Your breath slipped through your lips in visible puffs.
Bruce glanced skyward, his eyes softening in the glow of string lights overhead. âItâs Gotham,â he said, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint smile. âThe snow never lasts long. But that doesnât mean we canât enjoy it while itâs here.â
There was something so rare about seeing him like thisârelaxed, his usual sharp focus softened by the holiday atmosphere. His other hand reached up briefly, brushing a stray snowflake from her your before it could melt, his touch so natural it made your heart stutter. âYouâll let me know if youâre getting cold, wonât you?â he added, his gaze flickering down to you, concern laced in his words.
You tilted your head, a playful smirk curving your lips as you glanced up at him. âIâm fine, Bruce. Iâve survived Gotham winters before.â
The words were teasing, but when he looked down at you with that gentle, pointed expressionâhis brow slightly furrowed, lips tight with that quiet intensityâyou felt the weight of it, as always. It was as if he could see through you, straight into your heart, expecting an answer more than just your usual wit. He always wanted to hear it. A simple reassurance, whether you were okay in his arms after a quality night with him or sharing a quiet moment in the middle of the cityâs frenzy.
Your smile softened as you met his gaze, the teasing edge fading into something more genuine. âIâm okay,â you assured him quietly, words a whisper that seemed to linger in the cold air between the two of you. âReally.â
Bruceâs expression softened, but there was still that hint of concern in his eyes, the faintest crease in his brow. His lips parted for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. âI know you are,â he admitted. âBut I like hearing it anyway.â
Your heart fluttered, and you gave him a soft, affectionate smile before he shifted his attention. Bruce pulled his phone from the pocket of his coat, the sleek device easily fitting in his hand, and he flicked through it with practiced ease. The light from the screen cast a subtle glow across his sharp features, revealing the concentration as he scanned his list.
âAlright,â he muttered, more to himself than to you. âAlfredâs giftsâneed to pick up something special for him . . . then thereâs Damian, Dick . . . Jason . . . oh, and Tim.â He paused, scrolling through the notes app, his brow furrowing just a little as he went over his meticulous list of people to buy for. âItâs harder than it soundsâevery one of them has something theyâll really like.â
You couldnât help but laugh softly at the contrast between his usual effortless decisiveness and the almost comical way he planned out every detail. It was such a Bruce thing to do, and yet it was endearing in its own right. âItâs just shopping, Bruce,â you teased. âYouâve got enough money to buy Gotham if you really wanted. Just get them whateverâs shiny and expensive.â
He shot you a glance, lips quirking into a barely-there smile. âNot for them,â he replied, voice thoughtful. âTheyâre not impressed by the shiny stuff. I want to get something meaningful, even if they act like they donât care.â
Your teasing smile faded into something softer, touched by the sincerity in his words. He was always thoughtful, always careful, and it was something youâd grown to admire more than anything else. But you still had to comment, your voice light again to keep things from becoming too serious.
âAlright then,â you said with the twinkle in your eyes Bruce adored to see, âjust donât forget the part where you buy me something too. You know, for the âspecial girlâ in your life?â
The man gave you a look, not quite amused but not entirely serious either, his fingers scrolling on his phone as he half-listened. âOf course. Youâre on the list, donât worry.â
The way he said it, though, with that glimmer of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, let you know he was absolutely serious with it. And you knew, in his own quiet, understated way, Bruce would spoil you just as muchâif not moreâthan anyone else.
As you continued in your stroll down the street, the quiet chatter of the crowd around thr two of you felt like distant noise, a soft hum that blurred into the background as your gaze drifted to one of the storefront windows. Nestled in the corner of the display was a delicate braceletâits silver links shimmering beneath the soft glow of the shopâs warm lights. Each facet of the small diamonds glistened, catching the light just right, creating a mesmerizing sparkle that seemed to draw you in without you even realizing it.
Your heart skipped a beat as you took a step closer, breath caught in your throat as you admired the elegance of the piece. It was everything you lovedâsimple, yet exquisite, with just the right amount of subtle luxury. You could already imagine it on your wrist, the way it would catch the light, how it would complement the delicate necklace you wore around your neck. But, of course, you couldnât be too obvious.
You quickly forced your feet to move, pulling your gaze away with an almost guilty glance toward Bruce. You could feel the warmth of his presence beside you, and you tried your best not to linger too long, not wanting him to see the longing in your eyes. It wasnât like you wanted him to buy it for youâyou werenât the type to ask for extravagant thingsâbut the thought of having something so beautiful . . . well, it made your heart ache just a little.
But of course, Bruce noticed.
He always did.
Without skipping a beat, he slowed his pace to match yours, his sharp eyes flicking toward the window where you had just stopped. He said nothing at first, but his gaze was keen, taking in the way your attention had been captured by the bracelet. It didnât take much to read the silent longing in your eyes, and though he didnât say a word, his lips twitched upward in that knowing, almost amused way he often did when he could see through you better than you could see yourself.
âSomething catched your eye?â
You turned to face him, offering a quick, almost embarrassed smile. âOh, itâs nothing, really,â you waved a hand dismissively, though you couldnât quite hide the faint blush creeping up your cheeks. âJust . . . admiring.â
Bruce tilted his head slightly, as if debating whether to push you further or let it slide, but his gaze never left yours for a moment. âYou know,â he started, his voice low, with a hint of amusement. He was enjoying the moment. âIâm pretty sure I could arrange for that bracelet to be . . . yours, if you really like it.â
Your heart skipped again, and you couldnât help but laugh, though the sound was breathless. âBruce, you donâtââ
âDonât what?â he interrupted, his gaze flicking back to the bracelet. âYou deserve something beautiful.â
You met his eyes, a warmth blossoming in your chest at the way he spoke so naturally, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. You didnât need to ask. Heâd already thought it through, already seen something you hadnât even let yourself admit.
Bruce, as always, seemed to be one step ahead of her.
Before you could protest, he gave your hand a gentle but firm tug, guiding you toward the shop entrance with a determined stride. Your protests, half-hearted as they were, barely made it past your lips before you found yourself caught in his wake.
âI donât think I need anything,â you started, but the words felt flimsy as he nudged open the door for you to enter first, the warm air from inside the shop spilling out like an invitation. The shop was just as elegant as the bracelet itself, filled with gleaming displays of luxury and an array of fine jewelry that made your eyes sparkle. Even the air smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive perfumes, and you couldnât help but feel slightly out of place in your cozy winter coat compared to the sleek interior.
Bruce, however, seemed perfectly at home.
He was already scanning the shelves with the kind of focus he reserved for planning an important mission, his eyes darting between the glimmering items like a child in a candy store. âWhat do you think of this?â he asked, pointing to a necklace encrusted with gorgeous diamonds, its center stone a vivid shade of sapphire. âOr this?â His finger then hovered over a ring so opulent it seemed to catch the light from every angle, a stunning emerald set in platinum, polished to perfection. âIâm sure youâd look incredible in this one.â
You had to laugh, despite yourself. âBruce, theyâre beautiful, but I donât need anything like that,â you said, trying your best to steer him toward a less extravagant choice. You couldnât help but feel a little overwhelmed by how effortless he made it lookâlike money was a toy for him, to be spent and discarded without a second thought. But you werenât that girl. You didnât need diamonds and gold to know he cared.
Bruce merely glanced at you, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. âIâm not saying you need it,â he explained with a knowing glance, âbut you deserve it. Every piece in here, and more.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldnât deny the warmth spreading through you at his words. âIâm really fine with just looking.â
Yet, his hand never wavered as he pointed againâthis time toward the stunning bracelet you eyed earlier, a sleek chain with delicate diamonds set into its links, glistening under the shopâs overhead lights. âWhat about this one?â he asked, voice smooth and persuasive, as though he knew exactly you would choose this one. âIt would go so well with the necklace you already wear.â
Oh, he knew you so well.
Your breath caught for a moment. There it wasâthe same bracelet youâd seen outside, now glowing with the same captivating brilliance up close. You felt your resolve falter, but you quickly steadied yourself. âBruce, itâs beautiful, butââ
He cut you off, his voice warm but insistent. âI know what youâre thinking, but I can tell you right now, itâs not too much. Not for you.â His gaze softened as he met your eyes, almost pleading with a subtle intensity that you couldnât ignore. âLet me spoil you, sweet girl, just a little. Youâve earned it.â
You swallowed, your cheeks warming up with emotion at the sincerity in his words. It wasnât the extravagant pieces he had pointed to earlier that made your heart swell; it was the thought behind it all. He was offering what you had always dreamed ofâthe luxury, the feeling of being cared for so much that it made you almost melt.
âBruce, really,â you tried again, voice softer, more vulnerable now. âI donât need any of this.â
But his eyes, dark and unwavering, held yours, and you knewâhe was determined. And deep down, you knew there was no way to say no.
Your words hung in the air for a moment as you smiled sheepishly, trying to ease the tension you could feel building between them. âI was just window shopping. I wasnât planning on buying anything. Itâs just . . . pretty to look at, thatâs all.â
But when Bruceâs expression shiftedâeyes narrowing ever so slightly, lips pressing into a thin lineâyou instantly knew you had made a mistake. His posture straightened, his gaze hardening in that way you knew too well. It wasnât anger, exactly, but something elseâsomething deeper, like heâd just been presented with an insult he hadnât expected.
âYou were just window shopping?â His voice was soft, but there was a steel edge to it now, one that told you he wasnât pleased with the idea of you limiting yourself to just looking. âWith me?â
For a moment, you were silent, surprised by the strength of his reaction. It almost felt like heâd been wounded, as if the idea of you standing in front of something so beautifulâsomething you deservedâwithout actually taking it, was too much for him to bear. The hint of disappointment in his voice caught you off guard, a realization dawning on you that youâd underestimated him again.
âBruce,â you started, your tone softer now, trying to piece together the right words. âItâs not that I didnât want it . . . I just didnât want you toââ
He shook his head, cutting you off gently. âNo. You donât just window shop when youâre with me, sweetheart. Not for things like this. You see something you like, you take it. And Iâll make sure you get it.â
You opened your mouth to protest again, but the gentle cut-off from him stilled the words before they could escape. And before you could even process the shift, his fingers were already movingâsliding his sleek black card from his wallet with an ease you had come to expect, but it still made your heart flutter every time he did it.
The sound of the card swiping against the boutiqueâs terminal felt like a soft crack of thunder in the quiet of the shop, and the realization you her all at onceâhe wasnât just offering to buy you the bracelet. He was already doing it.
The cashier smiled warmly, already taking the sleek black card and ringing up the bracelet. The sparkle of the diamonds under the soft shop lighting seemed to mock your hesitation, making the choice you had avoided all along suddenly seem inevitable. Your gaze flicked from the bracelet to the man who liked spoiling you a little too much, then back again, your chest tightening with a swirl of emotions.
Bruce caught your eye, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âI donât take no for an answer when it comes to you,â he murmured quietly, his words soft but sure, as though the decision had been made the moment he saw you admiring the piece. âYou deserve to have everything you want.â
âI . . . I didnât want to feel like I was asking too much,â you admitted softly to him, fingers lightly brushing the delicate fabric of your scarf.
He stepped closer and his voice lowered just for you, the softness of it carrying a weight that made your cheeks warm up. âSweetheart, youâre not asking for anything. Youâre not asking too much. You never have to. Let me spoil you, let me take care of you.â
Before you could give him a response, the cashier handed him the small box containing the bracelet, wrapped with a care that only seemed to make it more precious.
âEnjoy the holidays, sir.â
âThank you.â
Bruce turned to you then, the box resting in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on you with an almost expectant look.
âGo ahead,â he urged, his voice soft but firm, âTry it on. Itâs yours just like I said it would be.â
Your fingers hovered over the delicate box, the weight of Bruceâs words lingering in the air like a soft promise. You opened it slowly, almost reverently, and your breath caught in your throat as you saw the bracelet in its full brilliance for the first time up close. The diamonds caught the light, glinting like tiny stars, each one reflecting a different facet of the warmth you felt deep inside. It was beautiful, in a way that made you feel a little lightheaded, and as you slipped it onto your wrist, you couldnât help but glance up at Bruce, who was watching you with an almost proud smile.
âItâs perfect.â
Bruceâs eyes softened with something close to satisfaction, but the teasing smirk tugging at his lips was unmistakable. âI told you it would be,â he said, his voice rich with affectionâand something else, something playful that you knew all too well.
You smiled, reaching up to adjust the bracelet slightly, the delicate metal cool against your skin. âI wasnât expecting you to actually buy it, though,â you admitted, still a little embarrassed by the extravagance of it all. âYou couldâve just let me keep window shopping.â
âWindow shopping, huh?â He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. âYouâre with me now. Window shopping isnât a thing, sweetheart. Not for you. You deserve more than that.â
You laughed, shaking your head, but before you could say anything else, Bruceâs voice turned more teasing, that mischievous edge creeping back in. âAlthough,â he began, his tone light but with an undercurrent of something more, ânow that you have that beautiful bracelet, I wonder what else you might need. Iâm sure there are plenty of other lovely things out there for you. More necklaces? Maybe some earrings? Or,â he paused dramatically, looking you up and down with a grin, âhow about a whole set?â
You rolled her eyes, half-amused and half-embarrassed by the thought of being so utterly spoiled. âBruce, I donât need a whole set.â
âOh, but I insist,â he teased, his smile widening. âThereâs no such thing as âtoo muchâ when it comes to you. Iâd spoil you rotten if I could.â
You could hear the amusement in his voice, but there was a layer of genuine affection beneath it all. It was the way he looked at you, the way he spokeâlike you were the most precious thing in the world to him, and nothing was too much to give.
For a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of that feeling, your new bracelet gleaming against your wrist, a symbol not just of his generosity but of something much deeperâthe connection the two of you shared. âYouâre impossible,â you laughed softly, but there was no real heat in your words. Only affection, and the quiet joy of being loved in a way youâd never quite expected.
Bruceâs smile softened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his voice low and sincere. âIâm not impossible, sweetheart. Iâm just getting started.â
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# in my prime â jason todd x fem!reader
synopsis â jason gets awoken with a little surprise.
warnings â none just tooth rotting fluff
notes â was just thinking about jasonâs white streak so yk
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the early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow that gently woke you. you lay there for a while, listening to the quiet hum of the world outside the window and the sound of jasonâs steady breathing beside you. he was still asleep, his face peaceful and relaxed, like he didnât have a care in the world. the way he slept so soundly always made you smile. it was a rare thing, something he didnât often let himself haveâpeace.
you turned your head slightly, your gaze falling on him. his dark hair, always messy, was sprawled across the pillow in a way that made him look like he belonged in people's sexiest man alive. but there was something more that caught your attention todayâsomething different, something you couldnât ignore.
near the front of his hairline, you noticed a small streak of white running through his otherwise jet-black hair. it was subtle but striking. you blinked, sure you were imagining it. maybe it was just the light. but no, there it wasâclear as day, like it had always been there.
your heart did something funny in your chest, a fluttering sensation that you couldnât quite explain. the streak was so... unexpected. it was small, but in that moment, it seemed to transform him. there was something beautiful about it, something raw and real. it wasnât like any hair dye or accidental bleach job, and it definitely wasn't a grey hairâit felt like it was a part of him. maybe it was a mark of everything heâd been through, a silent reminder of the battles heâd fought, both internal and external.
and you found it... well, you found it perfect. you couldnât help but love it.
you leaned in closer to get a better look, your fingers hovering just above his hair. you wanted to reach out and touch it, but you knew that would be an invasion of his space. so instead, you just let yourself admire it, that little streak of white against his dark hair, wondering where it had come from. it made him seem so much more... human.
suddenly, jason groaned, his body shifting as he stretched out beneath the covers. his eyes fluttered open, blurry with sleep, and the grogginess in his voice made you chuckle. âmorninâ, baby.â
you grinned, the teasing glint in your eyes barely contained. âgood morning, silver fox.â you couldnât resist the nickname now that you had the perfect ammunition. a snicker escaped your mouth, despite your best efforts to stop it.
his brows furrowed as he blinked at you, trying to focus through the haze of sleep. âwhat? whatâre you laughing at?â he muttered, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep. "what did you do?"
you couldnât hold it back anymore, your grin growing wider as you gestured to his hair. âi didn'tâyou might want to look in the mirror, old man.â
jasonâs hand shot up immediately, fingers running through his hair as he tried to figure out what you were talking about. his eyes widened in confusion as they found the streak. âwhat the fuck?â he exclaimed, his voice a mix of panic and disbelief.
you bit your lip, trying not to burst into laughter. his reaction was pricelessâhe was so caught off guard, and it was adorable. you leaned back into the pillow, watching him scramble to get out of bed and rush to the nearest mirror.
âwhat the actualâ?â jason muttered, pulling at the streak like he could just... remove it. âtell me this isnât real. did you do this?â
you couldnât contain your laughter anymore and let it burst out, echoing around the room as you sat up on the bed. âno! baby, i swear, i woke up and you were like that,â you teased, your voice thick with amusement. âand honestly? i think it looks good on you. very distinguished.â
jasonâs head snapped around to look at you, his eyes wide. âgood? angel, i look likeâlikeââ he gestured to his hair wildly, eyes wide in disbelief. âi should be in a nursing home! no! iâm still in my prime!â
you bit your lip to stop your grin before collecting yourself. âyou look like jason todd,â you said again, this time your voice softer, more earnest. âyouâre allowed to look however you want. and right now? you look...â you paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully as you stared at him. âyou look perfect.â
jason froze for a moment, his fingers still tangled in his hair. you could see the gears turning in his head. the way you were looking at himâthe soft way you always looked at himâwas disarming. he felt it in his chest, that warmth that he never quite knew how to deal with.
he grumbled, not knowing what to say. âstill not funny.â he took a deep breath, still trying to act like it wasnât bothering him, even though the faintest trace of a smile was tugging at his lips. he walked back over to the bed, finding his place next to you once more.
he grumbled, not knowing what to say. âstill not funny.â he took a deep breath, still trying to act like it wasnât bothering him, even though the faintest trace of a smile was tugging at his lips. he walked back over to the bed, finding his place next to you once more.
you shrugged innocently, your grin unwavering. âmaybe youâll learn to love it. iâm pretty sure itâs a keeper.â
his voice softened as he tucked your head beneath his chin. âyou think it looks good?â
you nodded, your hand resting on his chest. âi do. itâs... you, jason. just another layer to who you are.â
jason didnât respond at first. instead, he just lay there, the two of you sharing a peaceful silence for a while. but when you looked up at him, you saw the warmth in his eyes, that softness that only ever came when he was around you.
âthanks, baby,â he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. there was something vulnerable in it, something rare, and you realized it wasnât just the streak that was making him feel this wayâit was you, and the way you always saw him for everything he was.
âno problem, silver fox,â you teased again, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
jason rolled his eyes but couldnât suppress the smile that broke through. maybe the streak wasnât so bad after all. and maybeâjust maybeâhe didnât mind looking distinguished for you.
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Can we just keep driving?
A/n: ending is a little rushed but it's still kinda cute?
Warnings: pure fluff, established relationship
Taglist: @d3axplr @mattstrunziolio @bernardsbendystraws
Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws
In which, Y/n and Matt wake up early to drive around LA, but Matt can't get enough of Y/n..
You aren't a morning person, Matt sure as hell isn't a morning person, so the fact that the two of you were up at the ass crack dawn was a bit confusing to you.
"Matt, it's 5am. The sun isn't even up yet. What are you doing?" You groaned with sleep still present in your eyes. Your boyfriend on the other hand was ecstatic. He ignores your question as he shuffles through the house looking for his keys, humming a happy tune.
You waddle through the living room, a blanket draped over your shoulders, plopping down on the couch. Matt watches you and sighs, walking over to you, gently grabbing your arms as he brings you up on your feet. "C'mon up up up!" Ignoring your protests.
The blanket that was on your shoulders falls, Matt swiftly picks it back up and wraps it around your body, the warmth of the fabric engulfing brings you comfort, a content sigh escapes your mouth.
Matt stands beside you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He quietly leads you to the garage, not wanting to wake up his brothers. He opens the passenger door for you. Once you're situated, Your boyfriend reaches over and buckles the seat belt for you knowing your to tired to do anything.
"What's happening right now? Are you about to kill me or something?" You jokingly squint your eyes suspiciously at Matt, he chuckles as he starts the car, one of his hands instinctively goes to your left thigh. "Nothing baby, just relax" he shrugged. "Maaatt im tireddd" you whined, longing to be in bed again. Matt only responds with a pat on your thigh and a sly smile.
The two of you cruise along the streets of LA, which was surprisingly quiet, a comforting silence was shared among the two of you. The yellows, pinks, and purples in the sky from the sun slowly starting to rise made your skin glow perfectly. Matt couldn't help but take his eyes off the road to admire your features, his frequent glances towards you made him slightly start to drift off one of the lanes but he was quick to catch himself.
His hands innocently moved up and down your thigh, the actions caused your eyes to become heavy, sleep threatening to consume you. You tugged the blanket you had around your body tight against you, your head leaning against the window. You felt so safe in his presence. Usually you'd be on high alert all the time in a moving vehicle, the fear of being hit or crashing always in the back of your mind. But not with Matt, Never with Matt. He'd do anything in his power to keep you safe. You knew that.
Matt reached a red light, this finally gave him a chance to fully look at you. He couldn't help but smile at your peaceful state. The colors of the sun rise raidiating against the window onto your skin, making you look like a work of art. Matt always did tell you that belonged in an art gallery.
He didn't even realize the light turned green until the car behind him honked his horn, causing you to jolt awake. Matt slightly jumped at the sound, His eyes widened in surprise, and both hands gripped on to the steering wheel as he drove forward. You look at him and immediately burst into fits of giggles. Matt followed suit, the sound of your laughs made his heart flutter. If he had the option of hearing it on repeat for the rest of his life, he would in a heartbeat. It was his favorite sound in the world.
"What got you so distracted?" You questioned, turning your head to face him. "Just thinkin'" "about?" A soft smile graced his face before he responded. "You're really pretty when you sleep." A blush started approaching the apples of your cheeks, as you slowly sink down in your seat. "You stare at me when I sleep? That's kinda Creepy" you mumbled. He grinned at your words, his hand returning to its original place on your thigh.
The sleep in your system finally leaving, you sat up and stared out your window in awe at the sight in front of you. "Matt look, this is beautiful.. wow" You took your phone out to take pictures of the scene. "It sure is.." Matt replied, not talking about the sun rise, you were the only thing on his mind.
After you were satisfied with the pictures that you took, you looked in Matt's direction. "You still haven't told me where we're going." "We aren't going anywhere." Your eyebrows furrowed, a curious expression appeared on your face "Huh?" Matt laughed at your confusion. "I just wanted to drive around, be with you for a minute without having two pests bugging us." His hand moved to interlock with one of yours. You shook your head in disbelief, laughing. "Chris and Nick aren't pests" "eh they are kinda like pests." He grinned, bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips, gently kissing it.
"We can go home if you want I know you usually don't wake up this early and-" before he could finish his sentence you cut him off. "No it's fine" you glanced down at your connected hands, giving it a tight squeeze.
"Can we keep driving?" You looked up at Matt, a hopeful look glossing over your eyes. Matt turned his head in your direction. How could he ever say no to you? "Of course sweetheart."
In that moment, nothing else mattered to the both of you. The rest of the world was tuned out. It was like you two were the only ones on the planet. The both of you wouldn't have it any other way.
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The Mediaâs Favourite
charles leclerc x female reader
summary: amelia is the light of charlesâs life, and she adores him just as much, itâs a good think the media loves her tooâŠ
warnings: very fluffy dad charles, like tooth rotting
a/n: i really needed this after the past few days iâve been having, so this is self indulgent for sure
Amelia had her head on your shoulder as you weaved your way through the crowds to reach Charles before he was whisked off for media duties. Heâd come in second at the grand prix today, and the two of you couldnât have been any prouder especially after how the season started for him.
âPapa?â
You smiled softly kissing the 4 year olds cheek gently, her eyes looking around for her favourite person
âAlmost there petit fleur, weâre almost there..â
The two of you walked down towards the motorhomes and over to ferrariâs hospitality, once the two of you had made it safely, Charles was waiting where he usually was, towards the back offices.
âBonjour mes bĂ©bĂ©s!â
At the sound of Charlesâs voice Amelia picked her head up and smiled happily
âPapa!!â
âMon ange!!â
He responded with an enthusiasm to match his little girls, and man did the two of them ever look like twins. Charles took her from you gently and you smiled as she clung to him tightly, the Monégasque kissing her cheek a few times before sending you a smile, a pressing a kiss to your lips.
âYou did so well baby, congratulationsâ
âThank you amour, I think it was because my girls were hereâ
He kissed your forehead, wrapping his arm around your waist before walking with the two of you down towards the media pen. It was almost tradition to go anywhere together as a family, especially in the paddock on race weekends.
As the three of you arrived, Charles took you and Amelia behind where youâd be away from the journalists but could still see him, only when he went to pass Amelia back to you, she whined
âNo papa, stay with you!â
You frowned knowing how hard it was for her to see him and then need to let him go again
âBĂ©bĂ©, papa will only be a little whileâ
Amelia shook her head, her bottom lip pouting as she tucked her head into Charlesâs neck, soft little whimpers escaping her
âWant to stay, papa want to stay!â
Charles thought about it before nodding
âYou want to come with papa and talk about the race?â
Moving her head to look at him Charles could have swore his heart burst at the anxious look in his daughters eyes, not because of the camera, but because she didnât want to be anywhere but his arms.
âYes please!â
Looking at you to check if it was okay you nodded and watched them walk out into the media pen, all eyes on the father-daughter duo. Thankfully today, Charles had Lissie interviewing him.
âWell this is a surprise, hello Charles and hello Amelia!â
Amelia waved shyly and Charles laughed, adjusting her on his hip so she could see better.
âI have a buddy for media today it seemsâ
âYou do, quite a cute one too!â
Charles smiled before nudging Amelia
âWhat do you say bĂ©bĂ©?â
The toddler smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder
âThank youâ
Lissie smiled just as brightly, the content too cute to handle as she dove into questions about the race, Amelia listening intently, just happy to be in her fatherâs arms and close to him.
As the interview began to close Lissie asked Charles if Amelia could answer a question, to which he nodded, the four year old now watching her with interest.
âSo Amelia, I was wondering who is the best race car driver?â
Amelia was quiet before gently patting Charlesâs chest
âPapa! He is the best! He can go âweally fast! Heâs my âfavowiteâ
For being four years old sheâd always been so great with words, even if some were still hard to pronounce she gave it her all.
âYou heard it here everyone, Amelia Leclercâs favourite driver is her dad! Safe to say I think many would agree, Thank you Charles and thank you Amelia!â
Charles thanked Lissie before the pair weaved their way back towards you, your arms open and ready to pull then in for a tight hug.
âIâm so proud of you my superstars!â
Kissing both of them gently you all made your way back to get your things and get ready to leave the track. When the day started you definitely didnât know it would end this way, seeing your baby girl so animated and happy in front of the cameras for the world to see.
You just knew it wouldnât be the first or last time Amelia took the Formula One media pen by stormâŠturns out she was a fan favourite. But even then, sheâd always be yours and Charlesâs favourite too.
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Tracing Memories in the Morning Light
Your daughter notices your wife's tattoos.
Fluff, pure fluff
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. It was a rare morning in the Putellas household where nothing was pulling either of you out of bed. No matches, no training sessions, no schedules, just a day to be together.
Alexia lay on her stomach beside you, her eyes half-closed, while your little girl, who was just shy of walking, nestled between the two of you.
She still didnât talk yet, just sweet babbles that made your heart swell, but her expressions said more than words could.
You were sitting up, your back resting against the headboard, watching as your daughter clambered onto your wife's back with that determined look she always wore.
A small giggle escaped your lips as her tiny hands explored Alexiaâs tattoos, her fingers tracing the inked lines with fascination.
âSheâs obsessed with your tattoos,â you murmured, reaching over to brush a lock of Alexiaâs hair away from her face.
Alexia smiled softly, eyes still closed, her voice low and sleepy. âSheâs always like this when she notices them. Itâs like sheâs trying to figure them out.â
Your daughter gave a small, delighted squeal as her hands landed on the tattooed rose near Alexiaâs shoulder blade, fingers gently patting it as if to say, What is this?
âCareful, baby,â you chuckled softly, guiding her little hands so she wasnât pressing too hard. âMamaâs not a coloring book.â
Alexia let out a laugh, her back muscles rippling slightly under your daughterâs touch. âShe might disagree with you on that,â she teased, turning her head slightly to glance at you. âIïżœïżœïżœm her favorite canvas.â
âSheâs definitely an artist in the making,â you replied, your heart melting as you watched your little girl lean down and place a slobbery kiss on Alexiaâs back, right on the tattoo. You and Alexia both burst out laughing.
âThatâs one way to appreciate art, I suppose,â Alexia said, her voice warm with affection. She turned onto her side gently, careful not to dislodge the baby, who now sat between you both, her wide eyes watching your movements as if she understood the moment was special.
You leaned down and kissed the top of your daughterâs head, inhaling that sweet baby scent that somehow never faded. âYouâre such a little explorer today,â you whispered to her. She responded with a series of babbles, lifting her arms toward you.
You pulled her into your lap, and she immediately snuggled against you, her tiny head resting under your chin. Alexia scooted closer, propping herself up on her elbow, her eyes soft as they roamed over the both of you.
âI could get used to this,â Alexia said quietly, her hand coming up to stroke your daughterâs back, her thumb brushing against the soft fabric of her onesie. âNo rush, no pressure. Just⊠us.â
âYeah,â you agreed, leaning your head back against the pillow, your eyes meeting Alexiaâs. âItâs not often we get this, is it?â
âNo,â she admitted, her expression turning slightly wistful. âBut thatâs what makes it special.â
Your daughter shifted in your lap, her tiny hand reaching out toward Alexia again, her fingers making a beeline for the small tattoo on her wrist this time. Alexia chuckled, offering her hand for exploration.
âShe really is fascinated by them, huh?â you mused, watching your little girlâs concentration as if she was deciphering some great mystery.
Alexia nodded. âMaybe when sheâs older, sheâll ask me about them. About what they mean.â She looked at you, her eyes softening. âAbout the memories behind them.â
You smiled at the thought. âAnd youâll tell her all your stories. All the ones she hasnât lived yet but will one day be a part of.â
Alexiaâs gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between you both, a shared understanding of how these quiet, intimate moments were the ones that made everything else worth it.
The games, the traveling, the time apart.
It all led back to this.
To home.
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Hi, I loved your se-mi x reader and was wondering if you could do a no-eul one where the fem reader is a player and she kind of tries to protect them during the games?
Yesss! We NEED more fics about our favorite murderous guard :D
Warnings: Mildly Obsessive No-eul
Guard No-eul x FEM! Player Reader
No-eul has always felt a protective pull towards you. It stemmed from when she saw you in the very first game, a type of feeling that curled around her heart and blazed fiercely in her chest.
After all, you were such a pretty little thing.
She couldn't stand watching you suffer through the games as you fought to survive. Whenever she noticed your shaky legs, or the way your lips twisted as you held back a cry, she would always tighten her fists and snarl into her mask.
You didn't deserve any of this.
 No, no, no, you shouldn't have to fight at all. No-eul should just be allowed to whisk you away to somewhere safe. She didn't give a shit about the prize money; all that mattered was having you sheltered in her arms.
No-eul only wanted what was best for you, after all.
But...that couldn't happen. Aside from the task of rescuing you being infeasible in its own right, she would also have to plan an escape and have some mode of transportation to leave the hidden island and return to the sturdy shore.
And besides, the risk of you getting hurt was all too high. It wasn't worth it.
So, instead, No-eul decided to give you gentle nudges in the games.
They weren't much, usually just stemming from her overlooking a small, crucial error, but it was enough to ensure your survival.
Until she found another plan, that would have to do.
â
You tried not to cry as you stumbled along the steady rhythm of the dollâs voice. The metallic stench of blood invaded your nostrils, and you swore you could even taste it on your lips.Â
Even now, you could still remember Mi-naâs lifeless corpse on the floor, and the others that followed.
Gi-hunâs reminder rang clear in your mind, repeating over and over again until you thought your brain would burst.Â
âIf you move; you die!â
At first, you thought he was just some crazed lunatic too high on some unknown drug. But, even then, the way his eyes glared at everyone told some small part of you that he was being serious.
And then Mi-na died. A crisp, clear gunshot rang right next to you before she folded onto the ground. The noise had shocked you, seeing as you were right next to her and really didnât fucking expect someonr to actually die in Red Light Green Light of all games. You remember stumbling backâit was just a miniscule amount of movement, but still enough to be noticeable.
The other players stared at you, wide eyed. And, you knew by the way sympathy had sparked in their irises, that you were done for.
You had closed your eyes, chin trembling as the first of tears fell from your face, and waited for a bullet that would shoot through your skull.
 ButâŠit never came.Â
A few moments had passed, and you were still unharmed.Â
An unsteady gasp fell from your lips as you felt a fragile, flighty sense of hope bloom in your heart. Were you really going to be spared? Did that movement not really count?
The next time the doll sang, it sounded like the heavenly voices of angels.
The next few rounds passed by achingly slowly. By now, you had decided to stop just seconds before the doll would turn its gaze to you, as an extra precautionary measure.
You didnât want another close call like that again.
All around you, people of all ages fell down like flies. Even the slightest of movements got them shot, and you watched as one by one the life slowly faded from their eyes.
And, all the while, your mind was racing with one singular thought: Why were you spared?
â
As the timer reached zero, No-eul smirked. She squinted into the day scope, fingers dancing along the trigger.Â
She couldnât believe it. Not only had you survived, but she got away with not shooting you too.
â011, whatâs gotten you so happy?â
No-eul turned around, startled. Her fingers slipped, accidentally sending a stray bullet whirring past the intended target. The man screamed, tears spilling from his eyes as he begged for mercy.
How annoying.
Another triangle masked guard sat beside her. He chuckled, looking up from his gun lazily as he propped one elbow on his lap. When No-eul didnât respond, the man made a flicking motion, urging her to speak.
âCome on, 011, whenever youâre on sniping duty for Red Light Green Light youâre always huffing and shit. Always so serious. So, why are you chuckling today?â
No-eul sighed, though she still couldnât stop the blush that appeared on her cheeks.
âIt was nothing, 013. Stop pestering me and go back to work,â She deadpanned at last. Before he could respond and fire back with a creatively stupid insult, No-eul gazed back into the magnifying scope and started shooting.
No-eul didnât want anyone else focusing on you. You were hers and hers alone.
â
As the games passed by one by one, you grew more and more concerned. Really, you shouldnât even be alive right now.
You laid in your bed, a frown on your lips. During each and every one of the games, you had done something that shouldâve gotten you disqualified. In Gonggi, you had accidentally dropped a Jack at the very last second, but instead of making you start all over again, the guard posted at your side made an O.
Hell, you couldâve sworn the guardâs eyes were on you the entire time. There was no chance they didnât see your slip up.
So why did they still let you go?
And then, it happened again in Mingle. During the last round, you were unable to find a partner in time on the carousel. In your fit of desperation, you had run into one of the rooms, only to find a very traumatized player already sitting inside.Â
And, what was even stranger was that no matter how hard someone pounded at your room, it wouldnât budge. It was almost as if the door had locked itself before the timer ran out.
What the hell was going on? Do you really have a secret guardian angel protecting you, or were the game creators just that careless?
You paused, then punted the last part of that thought to the stratosphere.Â
If that were true, it wouldnât align with the actions of the soldiers when it came to other players.Â
You remembered how stingy they were with the rules, and how a guard even disqualified a teamâs toss because one of the men had accidentally stepped a little further than the boundary line.
Maybe your guardian angel would help you with your next game too and just hand your victory to you on a silver platter.
You groaned, covering your face with your hands as a heavy sigh escaped you.
Fuck, all of this thinking was making your head hurt.
In truth, you knew you really shouldnât be so ungrateful at how you survived for this long. Hell, you were even willing to bet your entire life savings that most of the players would kill to have the luck you possessed now.
 But⊠the fact that youâre still alive unnerved you. And at times, you even felt like you were being watched.
After a few more minutes of fruitlessly twisting and turning in your bed, you sighed.
You needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up.
Awkwardly, you pulled your blankets aside and climbed down your bunk bed. The room was deathly quiet, and you couldnât stop the shiver that ran through your body as you stared into the inky abyss surrounding you.
For fuckâs sake, get a grip! Youâve already survived literal death games; a little bit of darkness shouldnât scare you, You chided yourself.
Shaking your head, you spread your arms out and slowly walked over to the bathroom.
The triangle guard on the other side stared at you blankly when you asked them to open the door. You blushed, running a hand along your neck as you started spouting out some nonsense on how your stomach hurt and you really needed to go.
When you had almost considered giving up, the door slid open.
âA-ah. Thank you!â You squeaked, and hurried in.
The guard froze, their shoulders stilling. Then, they nodded, before turning back to their station.
The second you entered the bathrooms, it almost felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
Signing for what felt like the umpteenth time, you walked over to the sink and splashed water onto your face.Â
The cold liquid was like a blessing to your sweaty face.Â
You smiled into your reflection.Â
Maybe this wasnât so bad after all.
And then you heard footsteps approaching.
â
After making sure no one was watching her, No-eul strided into the bathroom, a confident smirk on her face. In the still quiet of the room, she could hear her own heartbeat reverberating around her eardrums.
Finally, she was able to be alone with you.
When she opened the door, it took all her willpower not to pounce at you.
You looked soâŠadorable in there alone, with water still clinging to your chin. Oh, No-eul just wanted to gobble you up.
You backed away, and No-eul could see the familiar look of fear on your face. You were scared. Of her.
She tsked. She would not let that stand.
âWhy are you looking so scared, honey?â No-eul purred. âIâm not here to hurt you.â
 Her hand retrieved a key from her pocket, and she used it to lock the door.
You swallowed, arms instinctively crossed around your chest.
âF-forgive me, miss, but that is a little hard to believe when you just locked the door. So that itâs just us. Alone.âÂ
That last part was barely audible, even in the quiet night.
No-eulâs smirk grew wider.
âAwwwe, would me taking my mask off help with that, love?âÂ
Your cheeks turned a dark auburn at the mere suggestion, and you doubled back. As she reached for her mask, you tried to stop her.
âIsnât that against the rules? Wonât youâŠget in trouble?â You ask, genuine concern lacing your words.
No-eul laughed softly, shaking her head.
âIâve already broken the rules by just talking to you, baby,â She tilted her head, closing the distance between you two. âWhatâs one more?â
Your throat bobbed up and down. You looked like you were about to argue, but didnât.
âIf thatâs what you want, miss,â You mumbled at last, gaze turning to the floor.
No-eul laughed again.
 She knew she made the right choice in sparing you.
She unclasped the straps to her mask.
â
Fuck.
Fuck.
The guard in front of you was taking her mask off. And she looked so fucking hot.
She already had a hot enough voice. Her face card was enough to kill you.
You know what, maybe you didnât mind dying if this was her face. You would be leaving the Earth with your little gay heart doing backflips.
Unconsciously, you took a hesitant step forward.
The woman smiled, and extended her hand.
âDo you like what you see, love?â
You nodded, unable to speak.
She hummed approvingly, reaching to caress your face gently with her hand.Â
âYou donât know how long Iâve been waiting to do this, baby. Fuck, you look so precious like this, I could just eat you up.â
The way she enunciated her words made you whimper uncontrollably. This close, you could see every little detail in her face. There was a fresh cut on her cheek, and pretty little dimples littering her mouth. Her lips were plump, but a little chapped.
You wondered how sweet her mouth would taste.
Wait, what?
For fuckâs sake, you literally just met the woman! And she was a guard! You couldnât possibly be swooning at her already!
But, as you looked at her again, your mind couldnât help but wander. Would she pin you to the wall and kiss you roughly? Or would she be gentler in her approaches?
âWere you the one who was watching me?â You asked at last, turning to meet her gaze.
Something flashed in her eyes. Something predatory.
âMy, my, did you catch on at last?â The guard cooed, hands moving to wrap themselves around your waist. âI supposed the truth would have to get out eventually.â
She pushed you so that your face landed on her chest. Her scent filled your nostrils, comforting you in such a way that made you feel boneless.
Slowly, she leaned in, her breath tickling your ear as she whispered, âDid you realize I was protecting you too?â
As soon as you registered those words, you gasped.Â
In your surprise, you broke out of her embrace and gaped at her.
Already, you were beginning to miss her touch.
The guard pouted at you when you left her arms, but made no move to pull you back in.
âIt was you?â You blurted out, still in shock.
A Cheshire grin danced on her lips.
âOf course, love. I was the one who didnât shoot you in Red Light Green Light, I approved of your Gonggi performance, and I jammed that door for you.â
You freeze, not quite sure what to think. On one hand, the idea of a pink soldier protecting a player was so outlandish! A part of you didnât believe her.
ButâŠon the other hand, what she said lined up with the unusualness following you. It made sense that, if they chose to, a guard sparing you could be the difference between life and death.
All that left you was one, burning question.
âWhy?â
The womanâs nostrils flared, and an unreadable expression adorned her face. She stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âItâs because I couldnât let you die, love.â
She paused.
âDo you remember how you looked during the first game? You were so scared, so small. I wanted to protect you.â
Her eyes grew feverish.
âI only want whatâs best for you, baby.â
Your heart thundered.
What the hell?
âBut, we donât know each other! Iâve never met you in my lifeââ
âOh, but that doesnât matter, sweetie,â The guard purred, running a finger along your cheek. âWe can take our time getting to know each other later. When youâre safe from the games.â
Blood was roaring in your ears. You knew you were supposed to feel scared at her reaction, but something primal inside you relished in it.Â
Seemingly noticing your shift in demeanor, the woman leaned in close and kissed you chastely on the forehead.
Obsessively, she hugged you once again, though this time her embrace was tighter.Â
âWould you like that baby? Be taken care of by me? You wouldnât have to ever be worried again.â
She said the word in between kisses, peppering your face but never touching your lips.
âWe would be so happy together.â
Her hands wandered, one pressing against the back of your head while the other rested on your waist.
Despite yourself, you leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her. You soaked in her attention, in how desperate she seemed to want to protect you.
You liked the feeling of being loved.
The next time she leaned down to kiss you, you purposefully angled your face so that your lips connected.
The guard gasped softly, but didnât pull away.
In fact, she deepened the kiss.
You moan softly, opening your mouth and letting her tongue explore it.Â
Mindlessly, she lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around her waist.
When the two of you parted for air, a string of spit connected your lips.
Mesmerized, you brought a finger to your face.Â
âI guess you really are my guardian angel,â You mumbled.
The woman only smiled again, and pinched your cheek.
âThe nameâs No-eul, by the way.â
A/N: Hahaha I stayed up so late writing this ;__:. There actually will be a part two to this! I was planning on writing it all today but I genuinely donât think I can get it all out without it being utter trash đ
Please let me know if you liked it! I live for your comments.
[Im going to collapse onto my bed now]
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xylaria polymorpha
You pick him. He picks you back. cw: entomophobia, earachnophobia, vomit mention (not depicted), mild body horror, abduction, buried alive (sort of), nonconsensual kiss a/n: AO3
The woods, no matter where you roam, have always felt like a refuge. An escape from your day job and your cramped flat. Far from emails and bills.
The air is cool, laced with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. As you walk, you name the flora around you, half-whispering, half-thinking. Dog's mercury. Lesser celandine. Bursts of foxglove.
The woods are loud in a quiet way. Alive. Wood pigeons cooing, squirrels chittering, a fox slipping through the brush in a blur. You take it all in, breathe it in deeply.
This peace is why you come here. Or part of it, anyway.
Your foraging bag swings at your side, weighted with what you've already found. Oyster mushrooms, chicken of the woods, a single giant puffball. Two dryad's saddles stacked atop one another. Your parents taught you how to hunt and how to identify your finds. You were barely knee-high the first time they took you, holding your hand as you nervously poked at leaves and logs. It's a valuable skill, one you're grateful to have honed. The shelves in your kitchen are full because of it, and on weekends, you sell the excess at the market.
The trees grow taller as you walk, their trunks thick and gnarled. It's darker and colder here, the light barely piercing the canopy. You don't mind, and merely zip your jacket to your chin. The good stuff's always further in.
A few hedgehogs and puffballs later, you see them.
They rise from around the body of a rotting log, black and knotted, their shape unmistakable. You kneel, your heart fluttering with the discovery. You've read about them in books, seen photos online: xylaria polymorpha. Dead man's fingers.
They're inedible, nor are they particularly pleasant to look at, but you reach for your notebook anyway. A sketch and then a picture on your phone. Something to send the parents. But your gaze catches on something else.
In the rear of the cluster, there are five paler growths, different from the others. They stand out, almost glowing against the dark soil. You've never seen anything like them. A mutation, perhaps. Or some kind of bacteria or mold. You edge closer, leaning in, fascinated, and without thinking, you reach out to touch one.
The moment your fingers brush the surface, it moves. And it doesn't just twitch or shiftâit grabs.
A cold, wet pressure wraps around your hand. It knocks a violent gasp from your throat, and immediately, you try to pull back, but the grip tightens. Your bag falls, spilling as you twist and yank. The mushrooms clinging to your hands aren't mushrooms anymore. They're fingersâlong, sinewy fingers. Pale and filthy, their nails cracked and dark with soil.
You freeze, a scream catching in your chest as the fingers pull harder, dragging your hand downward. Then you see it. The arm . Rising from the earth, covered in moss and mud, thick and muscular. Panic surges up from your belly, burning your throat with its acid. Stomach churning your breakfast as the rest of it emerges. Piece by piece as though being assembled by the woods themselves.
A man.Â
And from your knees, he looks enormous.
The body is tall, broad-shouldered, with skin that appears almost translucent in places under the layers of muck and decay. The chest is scarred, torn up, and sewn back together with thin vines and stems. Pocked with keloids and other protrusions that look less natural. Dozens of insects crawl over his skin, falling to the ground or disappearing into the folds of moss that cling to bits of him. One of his ears is a swollen, misshapen thing, his hair shoddily cropped, bits of it stringy and wet, but his eyes lock onto yoursâdark, intense, and unblinking.
You can't move. His hand wraps around yours like a root. He towers over you, filling your view, banishing whatever notion of peace you had.
"A woman." He rasps through cracked lips, hoarse. "Were you gonna pick me?"
You try to speak, to say anything, but the words won't come. You're not even sure this is actually happening.
He tilts his head, studying. He squeezes a little, hinting at how he could crush your hand without a thought. Crack you open like a walnut.
The image snaps you back to yourself, your mind clearing with a rush of instinct. You pull, but before you can make any progress, he yanks you forward, then up, like it's nothing. He holds your hand high above your head, and you watch, transfixed, as a spider squeezes itself through the mess of his ear.
You finally find your voice, though you swallow some sick to free it. "WhatâŠWhat are you?"
He doesn't answer right away. His gaze drifts down, then back up again, slow, deliberate. He looks at the overturned bag, his brow twitching just slightly, then returns to your eyes. His free hand lifts, and as it moves, a sludgy drip of mud falls, plopping softly onto the ground. You flinch as he drags two fingers over the curve of your cheek, smearing the mud over your skin.
"These woods belong to me. Everything you've stolen? Mine." His fingers graze you again, feeling the hammering pulse at your neck. "You followin'?"
"I didn't mean toâ"
"But you did." His mouth curves slightly. "You touched me. You chose. You thought you were gonna carry me off."
The once-familiar sounds of the forest warp. The birdsong sounds wrong. Off-key and more frantic. The forest closes in. Shadows stretch longer in the periphery.
His hold is what keeps you from collapsing in shock when the ground starts to give way. Slowly, beneath your boots, the earth begins to eat you. Your toes, your ankles, your calves. You pull at his arm, desperate to break his grip, to push yourself free, but he's unmoving, rooted. Then you realize he's sinking with you.
His other hand touches your chin, rough fingers tilting your face toward him. You flinch as his thumb brushes your lower lip, leaving behind the tang of damp soil. The taste makes you gag, and you twist harder, but his hold is unrelenting.
"This is 'ow it works," There is no malice. He speaks as though this is fact. "You don't take without givin' back. Not 'ere, not from me."
The ground rises faster, the earth climbing your thighs. Your breath catches, panic surging. You try to wrest free, but no amount of struggling helps. You're sinking, and he's sinking with you.
"You picked me. This. Made your choice." He repeats, softer this time.Â
It's up to your chest. Dozens of tiny legs move beneath the surface, exploring your skin, inspecting you. Welcoming you. Tears blur your vision and slip down your face.
He lets go of your arm now that you're trapped, immobile, and holds either side of your face. He tips your head back up, and just as the world swallows you whole, he plants his mouth over yours.
A week later, the authorities will find your foraging bag beside the log. Its treasures withered to black. They'll call your name and search until dusk, but they won't find you.
You'll be far below them by then, cradled in roots and arms as thick as tree branches, breathing in the forest in a different way. Far beyond their reach, but alive. Thriving. Growing.
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