#like he did NOT know and I could see it all click into place on his face

[lilangelbud]

The door crashed open, and I jolted upright in bed, my heart pounding. The dim glow from the hallway outlined Dad’s broad shoulders as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The air in the room felt heavier, charged with the tension that had been simmering between him and my brother all evening. I could smell the stale beer on his breath as he loomed over me, his shadow swallowing the bed.

“Dad, what—” I started, but he was already on me. His hands gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head with one motion. The weight of his body pressed me into the mattress, leaving no room to struggle. Not that I ever did. I knew better.

“Shut up,” he growled, his voice low and rough. His breath was hot against my neck as he leaned down, his free hand fumbling with the waistband of my pajama pants. “You know why I’m here.”

I did. I always did. This was how it worked—how it had always worked. When the fights with my brother got too heated, when the tension in the house became unbearable, Dad came to me. It wasn’t about affection or even lust, not really. It was about control, about release. And I was the release valve.

My pajama pants were wrenched down my legs, tossed carelessly to the floor. His fingers dug into my thighs, spreading them open, and I bit down on my lip to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. He didn’t bother with foreplay, didn’t waste time on anything other than what he wanted. His cock was already hard, pressing against the inside of my thigh as he positioned himself between my legs.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he muttered, his voice a dark rumble in my ear. I nodded because that’s what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. “Always ready for your dad, huh?”

I didn’t answer—not that he gave me the chance. He thrust into me in one brutal motion, the force of it driving the air from my lungs. My hips lifted off the bed, my back arching instinctively, but his grip on my wrists kept me anchored, kept me in place. He started fucking me with a rhythm that was almost mechanical, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made the headboard rattle against the wall.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his voice tight with exertion. “Take it. Take all of it.”

I could feel his anger in every thrust, in the way his fingers dug into my skin, in the way his breath came in ragged gasps. He was taking it out on me, using my body to bleed off the tension that had been building between him and my brother. And I let him. I always let him.

The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me, the creak of the bedframe, the low growls that escaped his throat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations, on the way my body responded to him even though I didn’t want it to. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my tank top, and a traitorous warmth spread through my core.

“Look at me,” he snarled, and my eyes flew open to meet his. His face was twisted, his jaw clenched, but there was something in his eyes—something dark and possessive. “You’re mine, you understand? My little girl. My fuck toy.”

I nodded again, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. He was right. I was his. And I always would be.

The door creaked open, and I froze. Dad didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. His rhythm faltered for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder, but then he was back to fucking me, harder than before.

“What the fuck?” My brother’s voice cut through the room like a knife, sharp and disbelieving. I could see him standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open.

“Get out,” Dad barked, but his voice lacked its usual authority. He was too focused on me, on the way his cock was pounding into me, on the way my body was trembling beneath his.

My brother didn’t move. He just stood there, watching us, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to stop what was happening. He just watched.

Dad didn’t seem to care. He was too close, too lost in the rhythm of his own pleasure. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged, and then he was coming, his hips stuttering against mine as he groaned my name.

He pulled out of me with a grunt, collapsing onto the bed at my side. His hand found my breast, squeezing roughly as he caught his breath. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling empty and used and—

“My turn.”

My brother’s voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was a determination in it that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned my head to look at him, and the expression on his face made my stomach clench.

Dad didn’t argue. He just rolled off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice still a little breathless. “She’s yours now.”

My brother didn’t hesitate. He was on me before I could protest, his hands rough as he yanked my tank top over my head. His mouth was on my breasts, sucking and biting, and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, his fingers sliding between my legs. “Does it turn you on, being used like this? Being our little fuck toy?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. His cock was already pressing against my entrance, and then he was inside me, filling me in a way that felt almost familiar. He fucked me with none of Dad’s brutality, but there was a desperation in his movements that made it just as intense.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know how to feel. All I could do was hold on, my nails digging into the sheets as he pounded into me. His rhythm was erratic, his breath hot against my skin, and then he was coming, his hips jerking against mine as he groaned my name.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, rapid and unsteady.

“Dad’s right,” he muttered, his voice muffled against my skin. “You’re ours now. And we’re never letting you go.”

[lolitasangel]

Now Playing: Slow Down, Meddle About Part Two 18+ MDNI

Song Inspo- Chase Atlantic ‘Slow Down’

Meddle About

Summary- You, your friend and the boys spend some time together while you wait for dinner. You end up alone with Noah in his bedroom again with only an hour to spare.

Word count- 3k, MDNI 18+

Tw- manhandling, fingering, reader is a brat, Noah is a dom, grinding, teasing, size kink, p in v, unprotected sex, if you feel I missed a tag please let me know

It’s been days since you and Noah have last seen each other. Your little moment in his bedroom had your stomach twisting with butterflies. Wondering what his reaction was to the little gift you had slipped and hide for him in his room. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he broke and caved.

You hadn’t replied to any of his text messages, you knew you were in for it the next time you saw him. You wondered what he would do, sneak you off into the bathroom, sneak you to somewhere more private if you were all out together. You wondered what his next move was. The more your thoughts drifted off towards Noah, your mind started to wander off on what he did.  

Noah putting you in your place was the biggest turn on for you. Even thinking about him man’s-handling you into any position he wanted you in. You knew you all would be able to meet this weekend. Nick wanted to go out for dinner and get the group together.  

It could also be Nick wanted everyone to meet so he could see Y/f. They had been talking for a while; they looked really cute together too. You weren’t sure if there were going to be any plans after that or not, if not you wanted to try and work Noah up a little more.  

The moment Noah walked into his room and got a whiff of your perfume still lingering in the room he smiled. He really liked you and you were nice and fun to hang out with. Noah wouldn’t mind taking you out on a few dates, even if it was backwards. “Who fucks first then dates” Noah mumbled to himself. He could feel some of the alcohol leaving his body feeling a little tired. He threw off his clothes, changed and got into bed.   

As he curled his arms around his pillows, he could feel his fingers get tangled in something. Confused Noah sits up, grasping the item and pulling it out. Being met with a pair of your panties. “That sneaky little…” he before he could finish a smile was already plastered on his face. Noah didn’t expect a parting gift in your end, but he didn’t mind it, reaching over to his bedside he slipped them in the drawer. “Save these for another time” he chuckled. Ignoring the hard boner forming in his pants and closing his eyes to go to sleep.   

Noah had claimed that he was controlling the game but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have any fun. If he was in control you wanted to drive him as crazy as possible. You wanted to see how far you could push him before he picked you up and fucked you until he physically couldn’t anymore.  

The morning of the dinner and night out with everyone you hopped right into the shower. You didn’t want to waste any time getting ready. Grabbing your shampoo, you start to massage the product into your hair. You weren’t told where the dinner would be so you made a mindful note for later to call and ask.   

Wrapping it up and making your way out, walking through your bathroom you stopped in your tracks. You completely forgot the gift you left Noah in his bedroom. The memory made you chuckle; you wondered what he thought. Did he ‘use’ them, did he hide them, you were curious on what his move Walking over to your bed, towel still tightly pulled around you, you go through your contacts to find Y/F. Clicking the call button, waiting for her to pick up.  

“Hey! Are you still on for tonight” you hear your friend on the other side “Yea, I just need to know where we are meeting and when.” You say, you wanted to have enough time to get ready and make sure you had everything you needed. “It’s only 12pm, we are meeting around 5 at the boys place and going from there” you nodded along to your friend words. The more she spoke you could hear her interest shift over to talking about Nick.   

Your thoughts wandered over to Noah and what he would do tonight. You still didn't want to give into caving and seeing what he thought of what you left; you wanted him to be stuck waiting to see you again. “Y/n? You still alive?” scoffing at your friends' question “yes, I am still alive, ass” you mumbled the last part under your breath.    

“Just making sure, you went quiet, thinking about Noah?” you were rummaging through your closet before the mention of Noah was brought up. “What makes you think that?” you say nonchalantly. “Considering I talk to Nick who talks to Noah” she trailed on “I’m sure you can picture the rest” you could hear the excitement coming through her voice. Your friend had been trying for ages to find you someone to mingle with. “What all were told” you were curious on what Noah said,” he really likes you, mentioned a potential date’ you could hear the teasing tones from a mile away.  

“Well, he is nice and cute” you tried to fight the small smile coming onto your face. “Well, just know he is interested and i think you should go for it”.   

After your phone call with your friend, you continued with choosing what to wear for the night. You decided to go for a simple tee-shirt and jeans. Laying out the outfit on your body you dropped your towel to the floor. Tossing it to the side to handle later. Your thoughts were already occupied. Both you and Noah have obvious interest in each other and you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him.    

During your phone call with your friend, you both decide she would swing by and pick you up until the dinner. You decided to go for a light makeup look today, and a simple outfit. You knew that at some point after the dinner the boys would want to do something else so something simple was the best to go. You decided to wait in the living room for your friend to show up. She usually let herself in to announce her presence and knowing her she would do just that. “Honey, I’m home!” your friend shouted at the top of her lungs in the front doorway.  

Not budging from your spot from the hollering, “alright, old lady I heard you” you teased at her. Causing her to drop her mouth wide open, before she could respond you were already embracing her in a hug. “I feel like it’s been forever since we have hung out” you say holding your friend close. It was true, you haven’t been able to catch up or meet with anyone since work was getting busier and busier. You were relieved to have a few days off now that the rush of the year was gone.   

You both made your way outside to her car. "When's the next time you work?" your friend asked, buckling her seatbelt. "My boss was kind enough to give me the week off" you reply waiting for her to start driving. "Sweet, we are hanging out this week" your friend rejoiced. The car ride over was pretty quick you took the time to update her on anything she missed while you were busy. You listened to her as she continued to talk about what her and Nick have been up to. They really were perfect foreach other. Nick was really nice to her and the way your friend's eyes would light up when she talked about something Nick did for her or said to her. It was nice to see your friend truly happy.   

You both arrive to the house jumping out the car quickly and making your way to the front door. Your friend reaches over ringing the doorbell and waiting for an answer. After waiting a few seconds, the front door opens revealing Nick “hey guys” he says smile big and wide, your friend rushes over giving him a hug “hi, baby” she says, “hi, love, Hi, Y/n” Nick says wrapping his arms around Y/F giving you a wave as best as he can. “Hi Nick, it’s been a while” you say giving him a quick hug. Nick opens the door welcoming you both in, the house didn’t change much since you last had been there.   

Making your way through the house with Nick and your friend you see the rest of the boys hanging around. Folio and Jolly sat in the middle of the couch in a heated match of smash brothers. “We can all hang out here until it’s time for dinner” Jolly suggests attention still on the screen. Folio shoved Jolly to the side trying to mess him up. “Yea, I need to finish whooping Jolly’s ass” Folio laughed out.   

Never minding the boys, you turn your head over to where Noah might be, noticing he wasn’t in living room. You forgot how tall he was compared to you. Even from a distance you still noticed the height difference between you two. “You can go outside to the side porch, and say hi, he’s on the phone with Matt, should be done soon” Nick tells you, getting cozy with Y/f on the couch. Smiling and nodding your head you make your way outside to where Noah now sat. Opening the door and stepping outside, shutting it behind you, you wait for Noah to notice your presence.   

From the action of Noah gesturing around he noticed you standing there. Caught off guard he couldn’t help his lips from breaking out into a smile. You give a quiet wave and smile, rocking back and forth on your heels waiting for Noah’s conversation to wrap up. “Alright, Matt, we can pick this up tomorrow or something…yes…yes…bye” Noah mumbled the last few words. Clicking the hang up button and shoving his phone back in his pocket. You walk up to him giving him a big hug “hi, Noah” you say, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Despite the little ‘game’ you two were having you did enjoy being with him. Talking about nothing and everything at the same time, it’s been a while since someone made you feel that understood.   

“Hi, baby” he mumbled into your hair wrapping his arms tightly around your waist holding you close to his body. You pulled away grasping his arm before pulling him back inside the house.   

Making your way to the living room before Noah had pulled into a hallway closet before rounding the corner. The swift motion made you catch you breathe. Last time you and Noah were this close in compacity Noah almost took you right in the moment. Your front was pressed against his chest. Noah started to muzzle into your neck, humming to himself, breathing in your scent just the way he wanted. “I found your little gift you brat” Noah groaned in your ear. You feel Noah's hands tighten their grip on your hips. Noah could feel you under his hands trying to relieve some of the throbbing your core had felt from the pressure applied.  

Refusing to let you slip through his finger tips like the many times before. “I have no clue what you're talking about” you cried out. The feeling of Noah's hands holding you in place forbidding you to move up against his leg. The pressure of Noah’s thigh rubbing against your core was doing wanders for you. You wanted him to move so badly. This would be the second time he would work you up and leave you for the evening. “Yes, you do, you wanted to be a brat because I didn’t give you what you wanted and you decided to leave a teasing gift” Noah growled.  

Before you could reply Noah pulled you away from the door and walked out before quickly turning around, “you might want to cover that up” he whispered flashing a quick wink at you before making his way back to the living room. Deciding to quickly go to the bathroom and see what it was that he had done to you. You were familiar by now with the lay out.   

Quickly opening and closing the door behind you, turning the light on in the process. Noah left a semi visible mark on your neck. You didn't realize during the quick ‘meeting’ you had you he left a small but visible mark on your collar bone. You were relieved that you could easily cover it with a hoodie or sweatshirt. Making your way back outside to the other you took a seat between Jolly and Noah. Leaning against the back of the couch trying to calm your racing heart. The remainder of the evening was spent talking between everyone. The boys were updating you and you friend on what was going to be happening with the band this year. 

“I’m so ready for tour” Folio exclaimed punching fists in the air with a wide grin on his face. You and Noah made teasing remarks to each other throughout the time you spent together. You both poking fun at each other and even have your own ‘smash bros’ match, you won against Noah thanks to Jolly. Nick kept an eye on the time as he didn’t want to miss the reservation made for the night. It was nice getting everyone together again. Speaking up when it was almost time to head out for dinner.   

Upon hearing this the rest of the boys hopped up to go and get ready. While they made their way upstairs your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Reaching back to see who it was, you saw it was from your friend “Now’s the perfect time, GO!” shaking your head at your friend's encouragement you made your way to Noah’s room. You made your way to Noah room, remembering the which room was what like it was yesterday. You knocked gently upon the door waiting for an answer. Looking up from your feet, you were met with Noah’s eye’s, blushing and looking away you say “let me in”.   

Gawking at your statement, Noah opened his door wider, allowing you to step through. Before you could start your sentence, you felt your body softly land against his bed.   

Your front pressed against the bed, your head just barely buried in the pillow of the bed, you feel Noah’s hands start to explore your body once again. You could your hips being pulled back towards Noah's. You could feel Noah’s cock grinding against your cunt. Noah’s hands started to trail up from your hips, books and then wrists. Holding them in one fist while the other was occupied holding your hips in place. “Have you thought of this before, baby?” Noah moaned in your ear. The feeling of your pussy grinding back up against him. Letting an out a whimper in response, you were too distracted with weight of his body against you. 

Pressed up together firmly. Growling from the lack of answer, Noah flipped you around. Wrapping your legs around him holding him as close as possible. “I asked you a question, this is going to be the second time you have ignored my question, seems like you want a punishment” Noah cried out as he felt you grind up back against him. “I give you my panties and I'm met with a punishment” you sassed back, you knew that last comment would rile something in Noah up. “Keep talking and you’ll see a real punishment. Don't think I forgot about you ignoring me, baby. I should punish you just for that. You look so good, your jeans hug your ass so good" Noah said forcing you to look up and make eye contact with. “Noah, I can't wait anymore” you pleaded out. He looked so good glaring down at you, you wanted him right there in that moment.   

“What do you say, baby? Is that how you ask? I wanted to give you a thank you for your gift but you're acting up” Noah teased back. Both of your clothes were disheveled, cheeks flustered, breath panting. You felt like your veins were steaming hot from the effect Noah had over you. The way his voice dripped with seduction in your ear. The way his hands were so quick and slick, tracing his fingertips across the lining of your pants. “Please, Noah, I need it” you cried out. Your pussy was soaked from the things Noah was saying and doing to you, he was so quick but gentle with his hands. 

The callused finger tips tracing your skin softly, his lips leaving light kisses along your neck. Noah looked up from your neck wanting to see what he was doing to you. Seeing you looked so fucked out already from him barely doing anything to you made his cock throb from how hard he was for you. Noah wasn’t afraid to admit to you the thing ‘s he did to the pair of panties you left him. Fuck them with a fist full of them, pocketing them for good luck anytime he needed it or anytime he was craving you.   

“Are you sure? We can stop now” Noah says, he didn't want anything going wrong or pushing you further than what you were comfortable with. “Yes, I am sure, thank you”, Noah gently cupped your jaw with his hand. “You don’t need to thank me, at any point you want to stop tell me, I won't be mad” Noah say’s firmly, this caused a smile to come on your face “I’m sure” you say, you were grateful Noah was respectful.   

Noah continued o unbutton your jeans, slipping his hand into your panties, fingers rubbing against your clint gently. The feeling of Noah playing with you felt so good. Your body felt electrified from the feeling he was giving you. Noah started to groan into your ear about how good you felt. “You feel so warm and wet for me, i can’t wait till I can taste you; I’m going to take my time tasting you” he chuckles into your ear. Noah was taking his time sliding his fingers into your entrance 

“Please, Noah, I can take it” you needed it, craved it even. “Slow down, Baby. You need to be patient, I want to take this time feel you” As Noah growled those words into your mouth you could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. “Let me make you feel good” he said before pressing his lips against yours. Noah slips his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance.  Pulling away from you to catch his breath. 

You looked so beautiful beneath him at his mercy. The pleasure he was welcoming you with felt like too much. You could Noah’s thick fingers stretching your pussy. The feeling of Noah’s fingers fucking you and the filthy words he was serenading you with were all the much.  

The thought of Noah’s fingers already stretching you so much made your mind wander to his cock. Even just feeling him grind against you, you felt how much bigger he was compared to you. You wondered how much it would stretch you, how much you could take, if you could take it. The thought of being stretched out on Noah’s cock made you tighten your walls around him. You were practically putty under Noah’s hand’s, Noah could feel you tightening around him. 

” Please, Noah, please” you cried out “Please I want your cock” you begged, the way his fingers were working inside of made you need something more. “What, Baby girl, what do you need” opening your eyes back up, looking back up at Noah. Noah started to slow his fingers down the longer you took to answer. Your mind felt so good and fuzzy with him right now. “I want your cock, please” you cried, moving your hips to try and get some friction from Noah.   

“Louder, baby, just a little louder for me” Noah started to rut against your hip, he couldn’t wait to feel you squeezing his cock. The thought alone made Noah drive his lips back down meeting yours. “Please, Noah” you whimpered a little louder.   

Smirking at your response Noah sat up between your legs, Noah tugged your jeans a little further down, he was quick to tug his cock out his pants. “Before we continue, are you sure you want to go further” getting antsy from waiting you couldn’t help but snap at him in response “Damn it, Noah do I have to ask Jolly” you groaned out in frustration. The mention of another guy's lips falls between your lips as you were in his position awakened something in him. “Watch it, don’t even think about mentioning him again” Noah hissed at you, you belonged to him and no one else but him.   

Before you could respond Noah shoved his cock so far up your pussy you felt like you had lost you breathe. Pressing his lips against yours to muffle your loud cries. Noah was so much bigger and thicker than you could imagine. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good” he moaned out. The feeing of him fucking you like no tomorrow felt so good. You could feel how hard he was for you. Reaching down Noah started to play with your clit. “That’s it, baby. You feel so good wrapped around me. God, you’re so wet for me”. Noah continued to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Quickening his pace on your clit. Noah started o quicken his thrusts, grasping your waist holding you in place. Noah could feel himself getting closer and closer 

“Fuck, I'm going to cum. Are you close, baby.” Noah chuckled at how fucked out you looked; he loved this look. He loved knowing he was the reason you were feeling so good. Nodding your head, you couldn't help the light cries coming from your lips, he just felt to good. The more Noah talked in your ear the more you were brought closer to the edge of your high.

Your vision went white from the strong orgasm you had. Noah was still driving his hips into you. Noah could feel himself close to finishing "alright, baby, I'm going to pull out, okay, baby?" Noah asked, you tried your best to respond but the pleasure was too good for you. Right as Noah felt himself about to cum, he quickly pulled out aiming away from you and your clothes.  

You and Noah laid in each other's arms for a little bit, Noah had helped you get cleaned up, fixing your hair for you. "You did so good, thank you for choosing me" he mumbled into your hair pulling you closer to his body. Letting out a little chuckle, “I should be thanking you” before you can continue Noah cuts you off by pulling you into a kiss. “You can thank me another time, we have only 15 minutes left” Noah squeaked out noticing he didn’t have much time to get ready as the others. 

An- I hope you enjoy this part two, part three will be followed up hopefully soon. I tried to make it as good as the first one. I also wanna thank Mandy for giving me courage and the will to keep writing, thank you <3. I have a job interview tomorrow so I'm very nervous, I am praying I get this job. Anyways I hope you enjoyed, please like and reblog. I hope you have a good morning/evening/night.

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thank you so much for your lovely comment and request! 😊 I had a blast writing this Makima!Reader x Invincible fic, I’ve never watched Chainsaw Man, and did 2 variants but I hope I captured her character well! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝⋆˙⟡♡

Mark never knew what to make of you.

From the moment you entered his life, you were a mystery, a force of nature that defied explanation. You weren't just another government agent, you weren't a hero nor a villain, You were something far worse. Cecil had introduced you guys months ago, long before he got to know what you truly were.

You worked closely with the GDA, but your loyalty? It wasn't to humanity. No, your loyalty belonged to yourself.

Mark was new to all this superhero stuff when you first took interest in him, barely coming as invincible. You've watched him, studied him, and when the moment was right you tested him. You treated him like a pet, praising him when he listened.

The way you carried yourself, the way you spoke, everything about you was.. Deliberate. You never raised your voice, never rushed, and never lost control. Even when standing in a bloodied field your expression was eerily calm.

Mark had long since learned to not trust Cecil, he found himself even more wary of you. You had a way of making people listen to you, bending them to your will with nothing but a soft spoken command. Mark witnessed it firsthand, watched trained soldiers and hardened killers fall in line the moment you uttered a word.

The way you'd pat his head after a mission, the way you'd speak to him with that same voice someone might use on a misbehaving dog.

“You're such a good boy mark” you say, voice honey smooth. “But you could be so much better”

Cecil knows you're dangerous, but too useful to ignore. Maybe even he isn't fully in control of you – maybe you let him think he is.

›

Cecil had called every available resource to contain the crisis, but in the end. He knew there was only one person who could turn the tide in their favor. You.

The sky was painted in fire and blood. Shattered buildings, cities, town littered with debris, and bodies of those unfortunate who got caught

The air thick with the scent of blood, smoke, people screaming, some human, some not.

That's why he called you.

Mark stood beside Cecil, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched. “This is a mistake” he muttered. “You think she can just– what? Talk to them into stopping?”

Cecil didn't answer right away, instead he just exhaled through his nose as pulled out a cigarette. “She’s got it handled Mark”

Mark turned his head and there you stood, calm. The very image of control, even in this chaos you were untouchable.

Your heels clicked softly against the floor as you stepped forward, eyes scanning the screen and images of the battle happening. Mark felt his stomach tighten.

He always hated that look in your eyes, like you weren't human. Like you saw everything and everyone.

“Lets begin”

›

The first variant you encountered was impossible to miss. A cocky smirk, a distinct mohawk, and a wild, unhinged energy that made him unpredictable.

He had a version of you in his word, a dangerous woman who knew just how to break him. He remembers the way she used to whisper his name like it was some secret meant for her alone , or how you dismantled his world. That version of you died in his arms, the light leaving her eyes. And yet, here you are alive.

“What? Got nothing to say to me?” you murmured, titling your head ever so slightly.

His jaw clenched, shit.

Without thinking he lunged, fist ready to strike,

But then your eyes met his

It hit him like a brick wall. The weight of your stare, the sheer force of your presence. His body seized mid motion.

He grilled his teeth. “Dammit”

“I was looking forward to seeing you dead” He spat

“Sit” you replied softly. And he obeyed.

His body dropped to his knees and before he could even think to resist, muscles locking into place like a force was keeping him down.

Eyes widen, mouth slightly parted in shock

You reached out, gentle fingers caressing against his bloodstained cheek. “That's better” you said. “You're not nearly as charming when you're standing”

His hands curled into fists. He hated this, hated that his body had betrayed him. “You're just like her,” He growled, voice lower. “A control freak.”

›

The second to approach was sinister Mark, He landed with a heavy thud, knuckles dripping with blood that wasn't his own, his gaze softening the moment he laid eyes on you.

Ah.. so in his world you had been something more. A partner, a lover, maybe even a weakness he couldn't afford. You walked closer.

He didn't move away. “How did it end?” you asked, voice smooth as silk. “Did I leave? Did i betray you?”

He chuckled. “You're not mine, though she died screaming”

You met his gaze with no fear in sight. “And did you enjoy it?”

His grin widened. Oh, he liked you.

He stepped closer, circling around you like a predator, He didn't resist. He welcomed the control. The weight of your power pressing down on him.

Before his mouth opened, whether to argue or scream, blood burst from his nose and ears.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Body dropping as his breath hitched from the force pulling him to the ground.

For a moment he was silent, then he laughed.

“God you're beautiful”

You crouched beside him, tilting his chin up “I know.”

› By the time the war ended, most of the invincibles had either submitted to you or been wiped from existence.

The survivors? Well lets just say they belonged to you now.

Cecil didn't ask what you planned to do with them. He knew better than to question you.

As for the original mark? He watched you from a distance, his hands clenched at his sides. You had done the impossible, took men who were meant to be unstoppable.. And bent them to your will.

And worst of all?

Somewhere deep down, in the part of himself he refused to acknowledge..

A part of him wanted to kneel too.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 159 (To Catch a Time Thief)

Days after the hearing, Felix came home annoyed. Passing Emit and Angela in the dining room, he found Lilith repairing the kitchen sink. "Lex Mattingly came into the office today."

"Who?"

"He runs the firm; everyone's boss. He came out to the Britechester office, and he'd heard about the custody case. Said 'You know I don't mind when my attorneys work pro bono, but they need to win one hundred per cent of their pro bono cases.' As if I don't feel bad enough."

"You did nothing wrong, Felix," she assured him. "You're going to figure out how to get a new hearing sooner than a year, but it's only been a few days, and now you've got a few days off. Do you want to help me with the sink? I swear the Watcher keeps breaking everything around the house just to get our skill up."

They were interrupted then by Emit, who'd come to the kitchen for a snack. Angela followed close behind him. "It's good to be handy if the device malfunctions while we're travelling. What do you say we eat and then get going?"

"What happens if it glitches when were in a time with no computers?" wondered Felix, as Lilith pulled a bowl of fruit salad from the fridge.

"Power down to save battery life and wait for someone to come find you."

"How do they find us if we power down?"

"You just have to hope they're headed to the same place you are."

Despite the danger, Felix and Lilith had committed to this mission, and arranged their schedules so they could afford to be out of reach for days, if necessary. They ate and changed into suits Emit had retrieved for them from the future - official time-travelling apparel that could withstand the effects of moving through dimensions, with reflective lights to deflect fellow space-riders.

Angela wished Emit good luck and offered him a romantic kiss. "For the road," she said.

"See you soon, Angie."

Lilith shared a quick look with her mother, Mary Sue, who waited anxiously for her daughter to activate the time travelling device.

"It'll be alright, Mom. We're going to be fine. Ash's invention is going to work."

Mary Sue smiled softly. "I hope you're right."

They linked arms behind their backs, with Emit's wristboard and Felix and Lilith's device calculating their departures. Angela and Mary Sue watched in awe as a few beeps and clicks filled the room, followed by a long whirr, like a gathering windstorm. But the air was still.

"Bring back a souvenir!" Angela said with a laugh.

"We can't do that," Emit reminded her. "It might change-"

He couldn't finish before a flash filled the room. Angela and Mary Sue blinked at the blinding white light, but when the room cleared, the time-travelling trio was gone.

"They really did it!"

Mary Sue sat down to read more about time travel, in hopes understanding it better might ease her worried mind.

"Just because they jumped doesn't mean they landed in the right place," Angela reminded her cautiously. "We won't know if they're safe until they get back."

Felix and Lilith couldn't explain what it felt like to travel through time. After the flash of light, in a blink they'd arrived at their destination. Oasis Springs - January 13, 2020. They looked down at their hands and feet - all parts of them were accounted for. Casino lights obscured the night sky and they looked around.

"There!" Emit shouted. "The time thief! She's running into the Fortuna Casino."

The thief looked back quickly before racing inside. Emit, Angela, and Felix gave chase, but the quick-footed thief blended into the garish interior.

They raced up stairs, past waitresses in showgirl-esque attire, searching wildly for the thief in black and white stripes. They spotted her racing up a grand staircase and the thief met their gaze, but then in another flash of light, she was gone.

"Where did she go?" cried Lilith.

"I don't know," said Emit. "I have to wait for her to drop something in time to get a signal."

"So what are we supposed to do here?"

"Well, we can't change anything, so don't talk to anyone you don't have to, don't tell anyone your real name, and don't do anything to get yourself noticed. We're here weeks before the start of the global pandemic that hit Simlandia this year, so we should be fine, health-wise."

They headed back downstairs, spotting a blonde waitress who looked somehow so familiar. Felix did the math in his head. "I think that's Nancy Landgraab," he said, leaning in close to Lilith to ensure she wouldn't overhear them.

"Ash's grandmother was a casino waitress in the desert? When?"

Emit looked around. "We jumped back in time forty years, so that's probably the answer to that question."

"It'd be nice if you could use that against the old witch somehow," Lilith mused, but Felix didn't have time to consider it before Emit's wristboard beeped again.

"The time thief's a real klepto. They've already dropped something else. July 14, 1920, outside the Laurel Library in Britechester."

"So we're jumping again?" Lilith's eyes lit up.

"Is it safe to jump there? It's only five years after my death - what if we run into someone who knew me?"

"Just remember, focus on the mission and try not to talk to anyone."

Felix' trepidation couldn't prevent them from jumping again - they'd already jumped back forty years, and they hadn't yet completed the mission.

The trio left the busy casino so no one would see them disappear, and in another flash of light they moved through space and time again. But when Felix and Lilith landed outside the Laurel Library in broad daylight, Emit wasn't with them.

"What happened?" cried Lilith. "Where did he go? Did we jump to the wrong time?"

They looked around the quiet university grounds, still somewhat deserted in the early morning light. Britechester hadn't changed much in a century and a half, but the few milling about the red-brick library let them know they'd made it to the 1920s.

Lilith's mouth hung open in awe, as several students looked at them strangely in their brightly-coloured travel suits. One woman with short blonde hair and a burgundy hat approached the library doors, looking casually in their direction. Felix gasped, at the same moment the blonde did a double take.

"Felix, what is it?"

"Felix Psyded, Esquire?" The blonde woman's voice rang like an alarm in his head. "If I'm not staring at your ghost, you best have a fine explanation for this!" ->

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WCIF Poses & Casino Lot: Trio poses by Atashi77 aka the 'time-travelling pose'; young Nancy is posed with @tenyrasims Serving With a Smile posepack (which I've used before and still love!), and the casino is a fantastic lot by Katy555 on the Sims 4 Gallery, Fortunas Casino Royale. Really bright and elaborate inside and outside. Reminds me a little more of Monaco than Vegas, tbh!

To confirm any questions, yes that is young Nancy, because I downloaded Teen Nancy Landgraab by simsquared7 for this scene (and maybe more 👀)

[sunshineangel0]

chapter eight

pairing- Bang Chan x OC (Chi Nakamura) genre- slow burn, romance, angst, tension word count- 1.2k warnings- Heavy tension, kissing, Chris struggling with restraint, Chi’s internal conflict, finally reaching a breaking point a/n- The slow burn finally cracks. hihihihi. enjoy

A man in all black stood near an unmarked side door, his stance rigid and professional.

Chi slowed as she approached, suddenly hyperaware of how out of place she was. Her hoodie felt too casual, her hands too clammy, her heartbeat too loud.

"Chi Nakamura?" the man asked, his voice low, clipped, all business.

She blinked. "Uh… yeah?" He nodded, pressing a finger to his earpiece. "She’s here."

Chi’s pulse skittered. What the hell was happening?

"Follow me," he said, pushing open the door with a swift, measured movement.

Chi swallowed hard and stepped inside. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, everything changed.

The roar of the crowd vanished, leaving only the low hum of controlled chaos. Staff members rushed past in a blur, earpieces buzzing, clipboards in hand. Technicians packed up massive lighting rigs, voices blending into a symphony of efficiency. Security guards stood stationed near exit points, their presence a silent but firm reminder that this was restricted territory.

She was in his world now.

The world he had never shown her.

Her stomach twisted.

This was a mistake.

What if—

"Here," the guard said, stopping in front of a sleek, unmarked door. "Wait inside."

Chi blinked. "Wait—what? Inside?"

But the guard was already walking away, leaving her alone with the door and the pounding of her heart.

She hesitated, fingers hovering over the handle.

Then, before she could overthink it—she pushed it open.

Chris was already there. But not Bang Chan.

Not the leader of Stray Kids, not the performer, not the man who had just commanded a stadium of thousands.

Just Chris.

The hoodie was back, slouched over his frame, his posture less precise, less controlled. A towel hung loosely around his neck, damp with sweat. His hair was still a little messy, dark strands curling over his forehead. He sat on a leather couch, elbows braced on his knees, hands clasped loosely between them.

And the second she stepped inside—

His head snapped up. Dark eyes met hers.

And for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Chi’s breath hitched. Now that she was actually here, she didn’t know what to say. Chris was the first to break the silence.

"You came."

His voice was rough, gravelly from the performance. Chi swallowed. "You told me to." Chris exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yeah," he muttered. "I did."

Chi swallowed hard, her pulse erratic, her limbs frozen in place. She hadn’t expected this—the intimacy of being alone with him after watching him own an entire stadium. Her emotions swirled, tangled in a knot of admiration, uncertainty, and something deeper, something unspoken.

Seeing him now, hoodie slouched over his frame, his expression raw and searching—it unsettled her. Not in fear, but in realization.

This wasn’t just about the concert. It wasn’t just about the version of him she had seen tonight.

It was about them.

And maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t ready for what that meant.

Another pause. Then—he stood.

And suddenly, the room felt smaller. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose before finally meeting her gaze again.

"You saw me tonight." It wasn’t a question.

Chi nodded slowly. "Yeah."

Chris’s jaw tensed. His hands twitched, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

"And?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "What did you think?" Chi blinked, caught off guard.

What did she think?

That it was insane. That she had seen a version of him she’d never seen before. That, for a moment, she had felt like she didn’t know him at all.

And yet— At his core, he was still Chris.

Chi took a slow breath. "I think…" She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I don’t know how you do it."

Chris stilled. "Do what?"

She gestured vaguely. "All of it. The lights, the cameras, the screaming fans, the pressure—it’s insane. And yet, you just… you’re just you. You didn’t even look nervous. You looked—"

She stopped herself.

Chris tilted his head. "Looked what?" Chi exhaled. "Like you belonged there."

Chris’s expression softened.

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You say that like it’s a good thing."

Chi frowned. "It is." Chris studied her carefully, his dark eyes searching hers.

"You don’t think I’ve changed?" he asked, voice even quieter now.

Chi’s chest tightened.

Ah.

There it was. The real reason he had asked her here.

She took a small step closer. "Chris."

His throat bobbed.

"You’re still you," she said softly. "Whether it’s at the café or on that stage. I see the same person."

Chris’s jaw tightened. His fingers twitched—almost like he wanted to reach for her but stopped himself.

"Are you sure?" he murmured.

Chi swallowed, her chest too full. Slowly—without thinking—she reached out.

Her fingers brushed against his wrist, the barest touch. A question. A choice.

Chris didn’t pull away. Instead, his breath hitched.

And then—finally—he really looked at her.

Not as the girl who made his coffee at ungodly hours. Not as the one who scolded him for stealing muffins. Not as the one who never asked for more than he could give.

No. He saw her as something more.

And he wasn’t sure he could pretend otherwise anymore. Chi’s lips parted, like she was about to say something.

But she didn’t get the chance. Because Chris moved first.

One step. One slow, deliberate step closer, until the space between them was nothing.

And then—he reached for her.

Not roughly, not desperately—just enough.

His fingers found her waist, sliding over the fabric of her hoodie, hesitant but undeniable. Giving her a chance to stop him.

She didn’t.

Her breath caught as Chris leaned in—slow, deliberate, like he was holding himself back. Like he was testing the space between them, waiting for her to push him away.

Waiting for permission.

Like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to do this.

Like he wasn’t sure she wanted him to.

But Chi wasn’t moving away.

She was too busy drowning in the weight of his gaze, the heat radiating off him, the scent of sweat and cologne clinging to his skin.

“Chi,” he murmured, voice rough, raw, thick with something unspoken.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to touch him.

She exhaled, barely above a whisper. “Yeah?”

His forehead brushed hers, his breath warm, unsteady. His hands hovered just above her hips, so close she could feel the heat of them, could imagine how they’d feel gripping her.

He swallowed, his throat bobbing.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, like he was already bracing for rejection.

Chi’s pulse pounded. She didn’t tell him he was wrong.

Instead—she closed the space between them.

Her lips met his, soft at first, hesitant—like testing the edge of a flame. But Chris exhaled sharply, like relief, like finally—and then the hesitation was gone.

His hands found her hips, fingers flexing before gripping, pulling her flush against him. He kissed her deeper, hungrier, like he had been holding himself back for far too long.

Like he was making up for every second he hadn’t done this before.

Chi gasped softly against his lips, and Chris felt it—felt her, responded with a quiet, desperate groan before tilting his head, deepening the kiss, tasting her like he didn’t know when he’d get the chance again.

His hands slid up, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her hoodie, his thumbs tracing slow, burning circles against her waist. He wasn’t just kissing her—he was memorizing her.

And Chi?

Chi was already too far gone.

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[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, LOVE?"

I wrote another fic with Tangerine ☝😩🖤

I hope you like it!

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

You had just gotten off work, and like every day, you headed to your favorite bar for a drink.

You sat at the bar as usual and ordered something ice cold with two ice cubes. It was insanely hot, so the ice would come in handy to cool you off.

The bartender quickly brought you your drink, and you promptly paid him back, adding a small tip for his kindness.

You turned around to take in the atmosphere. It wasn't too crowded since it was a workday evening, so the space was occupied by several people who, like you, had come there in small groups to relax a little after a day's work.

Then the door opened, and when you glimpsed a pair of dark blue pants, you almost choked on the contents of your drink.

There was no way the coworker you hated and with whom you spent most of your time arguing had chosen that exact place to hang out.

You turned around, staring at the colorful bottles in the display case behind the bartender, praying he hadn't seen you.

You didn't feel like putting up with him at that moment, YOUR moment of relaxation.

The moment you felt him approach you, you knew he'd seen you staring, and that your evening was about to get exponentially worse because of his presence.

"Hi," he greeted with a stupid little grin, pointing at the empty stool next to you. "Is it taken?"

"Yes," you lied. He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes? By whom?" " he questioned, and when you didn't respond, he sat down and ordered a whiskey from the waiter, who quickly brought it to him. "I thought so," he murmured, taking a sip of his drink before fixing his gaze on you. "I didn't expect to find you here, princess," he whispered. "I thought you'd be tucked up in bed with your kitten socks by now." He laughed.

"Very funny," you snorted, draining your drink before gesturing to the waiter to get you another one. "I was just enjoying a wonderful moment of peace and quiet by myself, so I'd like you to leave, if you please."

"Oh, come on, I just got here," he complained sarcastically. "Besides, picking on you is entertaining and fun," he smiled. "So I think I'll stay a bit longer," he declared. "Besides, I don't have anywhere else to be right now. What are you doing here?" "He asked, 'Of all the places you could be, you're here drinking alone,' he observed carefully. 'I thought girls like you didn't come to places like this.'

"It's a good bar."

"That's why I'm confused," he laughed, taking another sip of his drink.

"Fuck you," you growled under your breath, making him only laugh more.

"Oh baby, I know you'd love me to do that," he said, smug. "I'm currently booked, so we can set up a day and… you know…"

"You're an asshole. You know that?" You complained, looking away.

"Hey!" He placed his ringed hand over his heart theatrically. "What kind of way is this to treat someone who just bought you a drink?"

Your eyes widened when you realized the bartender had poured you a new drink, but you hadn't paid for it. You tilted your head at him.

"Did you pay for my drink?"

"I paid for your drink," he stated. "It's what a gentleman would do, and regardless of what you think of me, that's what I am," he defended himself. "Come on, drink."

"Did you put something in it?" you questioned. He blinked a couple of times, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Of course not!" he complained. "What kind of man do you think I am?"

"Easy, an asshole," you responded quickly.

"An asshole," he clicked his tongue before giving an amused smile. "You're charming," he murmured. "Fuck, I just wanted to be nice to you." He tilted his head. "So drink your drink, please, and tell me the real reason you're here alone tonight," he requested. "Did you come here to try and forget your problems with alcohol? Is that it?" He paused. "No, wait, I already know. They rejected you again, didn't they?" "He questioned, shaking his head. "Don't look at me like that, princess," he said. "We've known each other for quite some time. There's no point in trying to lie to me, because I'll know."

"You're one of my problems," you blurted out. He raised an eyebrow, halfway between surprised and curious.

"Oh really?" He questioned, moving a little closer to you so that your knees were touching. "Why?"

"You… are… me…" You tilted your head in bewilderment, as you gathered your thoughts. "I hate you."

"You should stop doing that."

"What?"

- Lying – he whispered – you're really bad at it – he explained – you don't hate me – he continued – in fact, I think what you feel has nothing to do with it – he whispered, boring into yours with his expressive blue eyes – the line between love and hate is very thin, darling – he said –

-I don't know what you think is going on here, but whatever it is, you're wrong – you slung your bag over your shoulder and took a last sip of your drink – thanks for the drink

You heard him swear under his breath as you stepped out onto the street. You heard him come up behind you.

"Wait, Y/N, please!" he said. "I just want to talk."

You turned to face him.

"Don't you think you've said enough?" you questioned. "You can't just say that kind of thing and expect me not to run away." You shook your head. "God, this is too much," you complained. "I don't know how I ended up here with you. I was just supposed to have a drink before going home…"

"And instead, here we are," he said, staring at you. "Explain to me why you left," he murmured gently. "I can't understand if you don't explain it to me"

"I ran away like a coward because I'd rather run the New York City Marathon four times in a row than admit I'm in love with you!" "You yelled," you blurted out.

The street went so silent it seemed life had stopped. The only movement was your heart beating fast in your chest.

"What did you say?" he asked softly. "Repeat that."

"You heard it, I'm not going to…"

"Repeat that," he asked again, "please."

You took a deep, sharp breath before answering.

"I'm in love with you."

(I MADE THIS NEW DIVIDER TOO, IS SO CUTE OML I LOVE IT SM)

"That's not possible, you…" he muttered. "I thought you hated me, I truly did."

"I'm a very good actress," you replied before putting your hands to your head. "Forget it, you can go now," you murmured. "I'll go home and pretend this conversation never happened."

In a couple of strides, he reached you and grabbed your hand with equal parts strength and gentleness, pulling you toward a dimly lit alley.

His blue gaze bore into yours as he leaned you against the wall, saying:

"You're not going anywhere," he said, before leaning in to kiss you.

His lips covered yours with a need and hunger you'd never experienced before. You felt like he was the last man on earth and you were his last meal.

He placed his hands on your hips, pushing you against the alley wall as he kissed your neck and you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Tangerine… please…" you gasped when he left a mark on your collarbone.

"Shhh, baby," he placed his index finger on your lips before giving you a lopsided smile. "I'll give you what you need," he promised, "but this isn't the best place for it." He looked both ways. "You deserve better than doing it in a seedy alley." He took your hand in his. You observed the size of your hands together for a moment before he pulled you to walk beside him.

Forty-five minutes later, Tangerine had you pinned against the mattress of his apartment bed, his kisses edging dangerously close to your lower abdomen.

By the time you got to his apartment, it hadn't taken him long to undress you.

His blue eyes watched closely the expressions that crossed your face with every kiss he gave you, every caress, and every word he offered.

Then he moved his hands to his own clothes and began undoing the buttons on his sky-blue shirt.

You couldn't describe the sight before you even if you wanted to. Tangerine wore a gold chain around his neck, resting it against his firm chest.

An amused smile touched his lips as he watched you scrutinize him intently.

"Do you like what you see, love?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"God, you're insufferable," you huffed, looking away, suddenly shy. "I hate you."

He held your chin between his index finger and thumb, causing you to look directly at him again. His blue eyes shone intensely as he said, "I thought we were past that, princess," he whispered, meeting your gaze.

You clicked your tongue tiredly before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

"Okay," he whispered. "Where did we leave off before?" –he questioned more to himself than to you- ah yes, your neck- he murmured, leaving small kisses on it that made you shudder from head to toe- you're perfect- he growled, descending your body to the place between your legs- tell me you want it, love- he whispered, kissing the inside of your thighs- just – kiss – two – another kiss – simple – another kiss – words- he asked- two words and I'll be worshipping your pussy all night long

"Please…" you moaned, making him smile-

"Good girl," he whispered, placing his tongue against your lips-

He tugged them between his teeth before kissing your clit. You held onto his hair, while you panted and thrust your hips against his face, seeking the release you were already beginning to feel in your lower belly.

"You needed this, didn't you?" –he inquired- tell me how much you needed it

-So much… I don't know… it's so… you're…- you moaned- Tangerine! –you squealed when he tugged on your clit once more- please… I need- you whimpered-

-I feel you pressing against my tongue- he growled- do it baby, cum for me. I want to feel you cum against my tongue

A sniff escaped your lips as you did just that. You slowly caught your breath, as he wiped the remnants of you from the corner of his lips with his tongue.

"I need to be inside you," he whispered. "I think I'll explode if not…"

"I need you inside me too," you murmured, making his eyes blaze brightly.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me, baby," he growled, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him. "Come here."

Within minutes, you were both a mess of moans and gasps as you moved against each other.

He filled you in ways you could never explain, and he felt like this was where he was meant to be, inside you, filling you like no one else had.

"Take it all from me," he panted. "Move those gorgeous hips of yours, baby," he groaned when you did just that, slowly making him lose his mind. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, fuck."

"Me too," you panted, holding onto his back. "Please, Tangerine…" you whispered. "Please make me cum… you…" you moaned. "I need you."

"You have me, gorgeous," he murmured, staring into yours. "You've always had me."

You both came at the same time.

Tangerine's blue eyes watched you for a few moments, checking you were okay before pulling away. An amused smile touched his lips as he lay down on the bed beside you.

"I'd think you'd hate me after this," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up," you said, punching him in the arm with a friendly smack before snuggling up to him.

[lanadoeswriting]

ok guys hear me out what if we did detective!reader x criminal!charlie that is actually obsessed with the reader and is really just committing those crimes so that they will look into the case more, therefore giving more attention to charlie and hes actually like really silly and goofy:?@|??//???????

warnings: idk like metnions of crimes of stealing and stuff? swearing. charlie has a gun but doesnt use it

the rain was pouring and pattering on the sidewalks outside of your house, and the smell of day old coffee wafted the room as you studied your board carefully. what could you possibly be missing?

your living room was a mess, stacks of old case files you had to pull out, crime scene photos spilling out of them, and the wall corkboard you had to get installed littered with more photos and more evidence that didnt connect any pieces that you were already struggling to put together. to summarize, everything was out of order already because of one stupid perp who always got away just seconds before you could ever follow.

you almost respected his capability and wits to escape so quickly and come right back–much to your chagrin–when you most and least expect it.

he had broken into several places, and steals one or two things before wrecking the entire area then leaves without a trace–well, maybe some kind of trace. hes so reckless yet so careful, thats what makes him hard to catch.

you swish the coffee in your mug around, looking for an answer in the dark brown liquid. you hear a click and a small clutter around you, probably one of the case files, but when your head rises from your cup you see him.

you had never seen him before, maybe just a bit, but he looked just like his photo. now it the rainfall seems heavier and the air in your house feels a bit too heavy in this room. the mug you just were holding had disappearing, knocking onto the floor with the coffee spilling everywhere.

"oh, thats a shame. did i do that?"

he sounded proud, cocky. like this was his plan all along, and it probably was. what kind of criminal breaks into the home of the lead detective?

you instictively reached for your phone, ready to call for some kind of backup to help you out in the impossibly strange situation you were in. he tilted his head opposite to the wall he was leaning on with a smile playing on his face.

"oh, please dont try to call your friends on me. id much rather have some face to face time with you, detective."

"excuse me?"

"please, im a big fan. pleasure to meet you."

he looked around your living room, his eyes lighting up at the photos of him, as if it was a good thing that you were tracking him down for months. what was this guys deal? what was his plan here? to get your attention?

"awh, you did all of this for little old me? im so flattered."

you felt your eye twitch a bit, what the fuck?

"do you not understand what is happening? im about to have you arrested on the spot, this isn't a fucking tea party."

"ah, you are just like i pictured. but no biggie, i like it."

he flipped through one of the files on him, his eyebrows raising and exploring it like a goddamn toddler. you had to decide against using your phone to get backup, realizing he might be carrying something on him and confirming that realization when seeing a handgun in his right hand.

you switch to trying to negociate, ensuring he wouldnt try to cause harm to any victims, in this case you. he picked up a couple more, spilling a few and then looking down at them like a child who broke a vase before going back to reading what you wrote about him.

"what are you doing here?"

"once again, im a big fan. id do anything just to see you in person, but i guess no one knows that better than you."

extra a/n: okay wait im going somewhere with this and i feel like this is kinda like stalker!charlie but more goofy and willing to mess around more which i adore. this is a little bit more than a drabble but its still not long enough to make into an actual fic cause im lazy–but i think im finally (at last) out of my writers block and ready to write again!@@!@!!!!!!!!!

[literaila]

Re-reading ATF (as one does) and I realized that chapter 60 “mistakes” on AO3 doesn’t have a resolution. What did reader do when she stormed out? How did Satoru respond?

part one

“somewhere else” as it turns out, is only thirty meters away from the house.

as soon as the front door clicks shut, bitter air hitting your face, you realize it—you don’t have anywhere else to go.

you could walk to kento’s apartment. he would let you in politely and make you tea. he would listen to you talk too, even if he thought that you were just being ridiculous and immature. he would still sit there, though, kind enough to let you stay.

he might even get out his fancy whiskey—if a few tears escaped and he felt sorry enough for you.

but nanami lives further into the city, and you’re too tired to walk. ijichi should be busy with gojo, and you can’t even call a cab because you left your wallet inside.

by this point you’ve walked down the pavement, stopping just as you reach the fence.

you could call shoko. she might be at school still, and she’d never turn down a drink. she would even bitch about satoru with you, shaking her head and muttering i told you so under her breath.

but then she’d be drunk and you would still be sad. there’s no point in getting shit-faced if there’s no one to take care of you when you get home. if you even went home, that is.

and—worst of all—is that even if you did go to nanami, or to shoko, they just wouldn’t understand.

they’re both stronger than you are, they take trouble by the neck and leave it lying somewhere behind as they walk away.

neither one of them knows what it feels like to be left.

worst of all, the only person you want to talk to this about is satoru.

he understands you even when he doesn’t know, but he knows about this. he could talk you down from a ledge, make the catastrophe of it all seem scarce. he could make a joke and you wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore.

and you still haven’t moved. three more steps and the house would be behind you.

but you turn. you look down to the garden, hidden by the side of the house, in all its dying glory.

the cold has been a shock to all of you, but to the plants most of all. the flowers are drooping, petals scarce, colors dull. tsumiki used to take care of the garden.

you’d never be able to take care of it like miki. you don’t have the same patience as she does, the same nurturing hand.

you might as well set it on fire—just to start anew. you’ve been meaning to.

but it’s just feels like a bad reminder, anyway.

and you stand there, for a bit, unmoving. thinking of dirt under chipped fingernails, sweaty hair and brown eyes. you think of waiting outside in the sun, looking forward to that one moment of the day where everyone comes home. the collection finally complete.

eventually you’ve been standing there for ten minutes and nothing has changed. you’re still alone, it’s still cold outside.

satoru should be gone, though. you’ve walked far enough that he wouldn’t have been able to see you from the windows. he always packs at the last minute, so he’s probably left by now.

the thought makes you even colder, and you decide that even if you’re going to leave—to god knows where—you at least need a jacket.

so you walk around the back of the house, peering through the windows just to check for any sign of him. but it’s only dark, a bit too clean inside.

it’s ridiculous to have to sneak into your own house, but you do it anyway.

you use the fence as a jump up to the roof, only hesitating a little bit. then you crawl to tsumiki’s window, carefully peeling the screen off, wondering, for just a moment, why it isn’t locked. tsumiki liked sitting in the sun, wind blowing in her hair.

it’s all very easy. high school taught you how to break into forgotten places a month in. and you got used to sneaking back inside the school, always knowing that someone would find out.

though, when you were younger there was always someone standing at the bottom, ready to catch you if you fell.

he’s just busy right now.

it takes about three minutes, by the time you’re done. at least jujutsu high was good for one thing.

but instead of going to get a jacket, or your wallet, or scoping out the house like an intruder—you sit on tsumiki’s bed, feeling that weary tiredness. the kind that only comes with time.

it’s dark in her room, flyers from months before still on the wall, her bed made, desk tidy.

it doesn’t really look any different than when she was still here.

you sit there, feeling like a fool. your finger traces the floral pattern on her duvet, and you think about how you still feel so young. how you still feeling like a teenager, with none of the answers but all of the grief.

you don’t know if you’ll ever get older, or just keep pretending to be.

your lip is twitching at the framed picture of her and megumi on the desk—and then the door creaks open.

you’re not shocked, really. there was a reason you didn’t go through the front door.

you don’t look up, but say, quietly, “shouldn’t you be gone by now? you’re going to miss your flight.”

satoru steps in, not bothering to be quiet now—even though you both know he could be, if he wanted to. he could sneak up behind someone without a blink and then destroy their entire world.

but he only shuts the door; like you both need from privacy from the quiet of your house.

“i rescheduled,” he says, stepping in. “new flight is tomorrow.”

you nod, still looking at the floor.

“i can sleep on the couch,” he adds, just a hint of humor in his voice. “if you want.

“no, you—you don’t have to.”

“well, i mean, you can, i guess, but we both know that you hate the couch.”

and you could joke—should—about how he picked out the worlds most uncomfortable couch just so you’d want to cuddle with him more, and he should deal with the repercussions.

but the words get stuck in your throat, and you just keep looking at the floor.

so satoru kneels down, and his gaze find yours instead. he’s not wearing a blindfold, or his glasses.

so you can see his red-rimmed eyes, knowing that it’s not because of tears. he’s just tired. he always works so hard.

he nudges your chin, tilting his head, “i thought… you were going to go stay somewhere else.”

your face falls.

you’ve known, maybe this entire time, that satoru wouldn’t just let you walk away. that even if he did—if, that is—his eyes were always going to follow you, stuck on the remnants of your cursed energy, the shape of your soul, tracking every step you took.

sneaking in was pointless because he was always going to know where you were. no blindfold would keep him from knowing.

for some reason, you just thought that he wouldn’t bother this time.

you close your eyes, wanting to keen into him. “i don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“i shouldn’t have said that,” satoru’s hand finds your knees, squeezing. and he sounds a little bit guilty, bothered. “you don’t belong anywhere but here.”

you shake your head, tears already sneaking out from tight eyelids.

satoru is still kneeling in front of you, waiting. “you want to talk?” he asks, knowing that you do. he always knows.

your hands cover your face, and you exhale, so strong that your shoulders shake.

“c’mon, i’m listening,” satoru tells you, nudging his head against your leg.

“satoru,” you whisper, voice trembling. “i—i cant—“

“breathe, baby, it’s alright.”

you look right at him, somehow not faltering at the intensity of his gaze. “i don’t—i don’t know how i didn’t—“ you shake your head. “i can’t do anything without you. and i never realized it before, b-because i always had the kids and they were always there, but now it’s—megumi’s gone, tsumiki’s gone, and i always knew that was going to happen but…”

satoru’s hands are careful as they wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“i hate being here alone. i don’t have anything else, satoru. even tonight i—i didn’t know where to go, or what to do. i just wanted to be here. home.”

he hums, nodding with you, listening so intently it makes you cry even more.

“and i know—i know i shouldn’t take it out on you. i know it’s not your fault. work is important, and everyone needs so much from you, and i don’t want to make that worse but i just—“

you look away finally, shaking your head.

“hey,” satoru’s hand finds yours. “it’s my fault too. i shouldn’t have taken anything you said personally. i know when you’re picking a fight,” he grins a little bit, squeezing.

“i didn’t mean it,” you whisper. “i know you don’t want to leave.”

“i know, baby.”

“i’m sorry.”

“yeah, i know,” satoru says, leaning up so he can rest his forehead against yours. “you remember when we had to make dinner and tuck the kids in bed every night?”

“yeah.”

“those were the easy days, huh?”

you give a half smile, and murmur, “you wouldn’t kiss me back then.”

satoru pulls you closer, body almost falling off of tsumiki’s bed. “i loved you, though.”

“i know.”

satoru sighs, leaving a soft kiss against your head. and then, with strength so annoying it hurts, he pulls you down to the floor with him, wrapping his arms around you.

“you gotta tell me stuff like this,” he says, finally, soft enough to feel caring, comforting. “i need to know.”

“i’m sorry—“

“uh-uh,” satoru shakes his head, squeezing you. “no sorries. i could’ve guessed. i should have. you’re just really strong, you know? it’s hard to tell.”

your brows furrow and you have to push against his chest unless he loosens his grip, just to look him in the eyes. “stronger than you?”

he smirks. “way stronger, babe. i’ll never catch up to you.”

“wow,” you grin, unbeknownst to you. “i never thought you’d say anything like that.”

satoru laughs, and he finally relaxes, just a bit. at least he can still make you smile. maybe that’s all he’s ever been able to do.

“we’re going to figure it out, okay? it’ll—it’ll get easier. we’ll fix this.”

“are you sure?”

“‘course i am.”

you nod, wishing you could fully trust him—but nothing has gotten easier in your world recently, just more complicated.

after a minute or two, satoru’s hand running up and down your back, he whispers, “you could always move back into your old dorm.”

“what?”

“you’d be around megumi, and the kids. and i would come visit you. i miss sneaking in.”

“are you kidding?”

“no, it’s a good idea. i can talk to yaga—“

[sweetnerrose]

Wattpad : sweetnerrose

SUNKISSED

Mia's move to the wealthy side of the island drives a wedge between her and her friends. She insists she's still the same, but when a certain Kook boy enters the picture, she can't ignore the shift in her perspective.

a snippet from my new rafe fanfic! go check it out!

The next day was the same as the first, taking our old things out of boxes and finding a spot for them. Today we focused on the downstairs, the living room and kitchen. The two biggest places in the house. But Mom wouldn't let me do much, she had a 'system' that I apparently didn't conform to.

Everytime I put something somewhere she would complain, "No not there, move it over here." or "Just let me do it." She did practically everything.

After a while I got fed up and walked outside, stumbling upon my Dad and a faintly familiar man in the driveway, shaking hands.

I turned around to go back inside, not feeling like I needed to be introduced to anyone right now, but my Dad caught me before I could sneak away.

"And there's my oldest, Mia." He pointed to me, so I had to walk over.

The middle aged man standing across from my Dad smiled friendly and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. Are you..Sarah's age maybe?"

I took his hand and tried to be friendly back, "Sarah?"

"Sarah Cameron, my daughter?" He clarified.

Then the information clicked in my head. This was Ward Cameron, one of the most powerful men on the island. Even the pogues knew about him. And Sarah, the Kook princess, was widely known too. Her brother Rafe didn't come around the pogues often, so I didn't know much about him other than his better than everyone attitude.

"Oh! Yes, Sarah. We're the same age." I nodded my head, feeling stupid for not catching on sooner.

My Dad put his arm around me and continued talking to Ward. Why was he here? There had to be a reason for him to come and say hello, Kooks never did something just for the hell of it. They always had a purpose. Ecspecially when it came to pogues, and technically, in all the ways that matter, my family were still pogues.

"Well, I just wanted to welcome the new neighbors."

Neighbors?

"We're heading to the country club, do you play golf?" He gestures to the black truck behind him, talking to my dad.

I peek around Wards frame to find his son in the front seat. He's looking the other way, not paying attention to the conversation going on. It gives me a chance to look at him, Rafe who I've barely been around and don't plan to be around now either.

He has broad shoulders and light hair, tan skin that's darker than most, and he fills out the seat of the car. He must be tall. He has a backwards cap on, too. Looking very frat boy.

Then he turns around, looking our way. His eyes land on mine and I know I've made a mistake.

He thinks I was checking him out.

A slight smile starts to spread across his face but I make myself look away from him. I don't care if I look guilty. I don't need this attention from the one kook I should stay away from.

Ward starts to retreat back to the car and I listen back into the conversation. Blocking out Rafes stare.

"We should play sometime, then." Ward suggests, stepping off of the pavement and onto the road.

"That would be great." My Dad waves to the stranger.

"I'll see ya." Ward opens the door and Rafe shifts gears, placing both hands on the wheel.

He gives one last look my way. I can feel my cheeks heat but I pretend not to notice him.

"See ya." My Dad says his last goodbye and turns around toward the house.

I hear the truck drive off but I don't turn around. I force myself not to.

That was so weird.

"Who knew we were neighbors with the Cameron's?" Dad jokes, opening the door for me.

"Funny." I cross my arms and head back inside.

Mom finished the whole kitchen by 2:00. Then she gave me and her a new assignment, one I really didn't want to do.

"Why do we need a country club membership, though?" I sigh, twisting my bracelets around my wrist in the front seat of the car.

"Because, your brother can play tennis or golf there. You can too! And the events held there are invite only, if we want to fit in we have to play our part." She reasons as we pull into the packed parking lot.

We were going here just to a buy a membership and show that we were embracing our new lifestyle, I wasn't dumb. My Mom cared more about public opinion than she cared to admit. I couldn't blame her though.

I would be lying if I said I never thought about it either.

I walk in behind my Mom, who automatically blends in. She knows so many kooks because she works at one of the more popular boutiques in town. Where my Dad is a construction worker, my Mom knows how to sell expensive things to rich people.

I get a few dirty looks from passing girls in tennis skirts, whispering under their breath. While my Mom has the longest conversation in the world with the front desk worker, I get anxious standing in front of all the judgmental eyes.

How can they even tell I'm a pogue?

"I'm going to the bathroom," I tell my Mom and she nods.

I don't even know where the bathroom is but after wandering down a hall that is definitely not the bathrooms, I give up on finding them at all. When one of the doors opens I get ready for another mean look and stare down at my phone.

Except it wasn't another mean girl.

"Hey, new girl." The voice is deep and laced with amusement.

I look up to find Rafe Cameron staring down at me.

Shit.

"I'm not new." Is all I can think to say.

"No?" He cocks his head to the side, sticking his tongue against his cheek.

"I've lived here my whole life." I was getting nervous.

"Not on this side of the island. Need me to show you around?" He leans down a bit and smiles.

Is he flirting with me?

Doesn't he know I'm a pogue?

I crack a small smile, just at the absurdity of Rafe acting like this towards me.

"Do you want to?" I play along and he smiles wider.

"I'll do whatever you want me to." His voice gets deeper and makes my stomach churn with nerves.

Why was I nervous?

Why was I even talking to him?

"Do you even know my name?" I drop the act but he doesn't seem to realize.

"Of course I do." He crosses his arms, making his biceps grow bigger.

I don't look at them though. At least I try not to.

I smile, "Then what is my name?"

Rafe straightens and starts to laugh. He doesn't seem thrown off that I'm a pogue. He's not giving me mean stares like the other people in here, he's actually trying to flirt with me.

Somehow, it's surprising.

Or maybe he is a bigger player than I thought?

He grabs the phone out of my hand and I'm not fast enough to stop him.

I faintly murmur, "Don't.." but he doesn't listen.

Once he's done typing, he hands it back to me with a smile. "There you go."

I don't have the chance to say anything before someone calls his name. He looks down the hallway but I don't follow the motion, my eyes stay on his.

What the hell is this?

"Bye, Mia." He says before side stepping me and walking down the hallway.

I stay frozen in place. So, he did know my name.

I turn on my phone and go to my contact list. Sure enough, his number is in there under his name.

I can't help but wonder what my friends would think about this. But it's not like I'm the one who was flirting with him, he started it.

Boys have never shown a big interest in me before. Ive only kissed one other guy at a party once. I've never been one to flirt with someone. That's more of Kiara's thing.

She tells me all the time that if I would just give someone a chance then things might be different.

But I definitely was not giving Rafe a chance. No matter how good he looked.

I was in my room, freshly showered and watching The OC when a text chimes. I thought it might be the pogues because they haven't called with any updates on the compass thing. When I excitedly turn over my phone to see the notification, my stomach twists.

It's Rafe.

Mia

Is all that he says, so I respond.

Rafe.

You ever been to a kook party?

I respond : Are you inviting me?

It's at Toppers place.

You should come.

I think about it then type:

Maybe I will.

For some reason I'm feeling brave. This whole Rafe thing has me curious, no matter how much he intimidates me. Plus, I do want to at least try to get along with my new neighbors. If I show the other kooks that I'm willing to go to parties with them, they might be more inclined to at least pretend to like me.

I don't think I can handle all the mean glares for the rest of my life.

I debate on texting Kie about it but she's probably busy. And I know she will say it's a bad idea.

Kie isn't the type of person to give second chances so freely. Once her opinion is made up, it's hard to change it. She's already written off all kooks, even though she is one herself.

But I want to try to make this work for my Mom. I don't want to feel so out of place. So I jump out of bed and get changed.

[strawberryblue-blog]

can you do a sexual tension fic with Joao Felix

You're my problem —Joao Felix.

Summary: Joao is your brother's best friend and he has to take care of you but you hate him.

Warning: none. Cursing, silly fights, enemies to lovers.

Words count: +2.2k.

The music still echoes in your head as you stare at the car with your face full of confusion. That's not your brother's car, nor is he the person getting out of it.

Damn it. Your legs shake and you force yourself to think it's the alcohol in your system when your eyes catch the young boy looking at you with his nothing face.

No. It won't happen. You won't get in the car with him.

You needed to get away from this place as fast as possible. Your hair stands on end as you clench your fists hiding the urge to punch someone. Not someone, him. You can't believe your brother left you in a situation like this.

"Where is my brother?" you question crossing your arms. He clicks his tongue and opens the car door with his cold expression.

"Get in" he indicates without saying anything else, as if he wants to force you to do it.

Of course you won't. You hate it. Or at least, that's what you keep telling yourself. You cross your arms, turning around with the intention of walking away, you'd rather walk barefoot under the cold night than share the same space with him. Idiot.

"Come on, Y/n" you hear him say with an exhausted sigh. "Get in the damn car."

You stop at his near scream, did he just yell and curse at you? You turn exaggeratedly towards him as you glare at him defiantly. You cross your arms looking at him with narrowed eyes. You won't do it, let alone if he asks you to do it like this. He has no right to make you come upstairs.

He sighs as he puts his hands in his pocket, acting nonchalant. You're still there, standing there with your hands folded and your eyes defiant. The two of you stare at each other like that. Like it's a gunpoint challenge in the Wild West.

"Are you really going to do this?" your tone is somewhere between amusement and exasperation. "I know you hate me but I don't think so much that I want to be mugged in the middle of nowhere"

Your guard is forced down as you reason out his words. You grit your teeth, sighing. Damn. You hate that he's right. You glare at him and, with a defeated sigh, walk to the car and get in without a word.

The ride is unbearable.

The air is heavy inside the car. There is no music, not a word. Just the sound of the engine and the electric tension growing between you. You can feel it in every fiber of your body. You know he feels it too. His fingers drum on the steering wheel, his jaw is tense. Your gaze shoots to Joao but you refuse to look at him.

You don't want to admit that you want to look at him. Your hands are folded across your chest as a clear gesture of protection or perhaps because they are so nervous that you fear he will notice how fast your heart is racing.

Out of the corner of your eye, Joao barely sees you, checking to make sure everything is okay and you bite your tongue in desperation. Your heart wants to say something to dispel this discomfort, but the words get caught in your throat as your mind refuses to do so.

When you finally get home, you almost stumble out of the car. You need air.

"You could at least say 'thank you'" he says, leaning disinterestedly against the vehicle.

"You could at least not be here" you reply venomously, shaking it off.

You walk away from him, going to the door of your house but you stop when you hear Joao coming behind you. You bite your lip nervously, you don't need him to walk you home. You don't need him at all.

"Would you just leave me alone already?" you ask exhaustedly slapping his sides with your hands.

Joao Felix, aka your brother's best friend, ignores you and walks past you, bumping your body a little until he walks away. He stops at the door of your house and waits for you.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Ever since he and your brother became inseparable, he's been driving you crazy with his arrogance, his smirk, the way he talks like he knows everything about you. And now, thanks to the fact that your brother decided to leave with his girlfriend instead of keeping his promise to take you home and take care of you as he had said, you are stuck with him. With that idiot Joao Felix.

"Could you just go inside and not make this any harder?" he insists giving up and this time speaking more calmly.

You sigh whitening your eyes and opening the door finally. You enter the house and look at him from inside.

"There you go. Thank you. Bye" you spit angrily.

You try to slam it in his face but he stops it with one hand. Your eyes meet his and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, eye contact lasts a few seconds as you challenge each other with your gaze. It's obvious you won't let him in but it's also obvious that Joao will get his way. He exerts a little force and makes you open it again, making room for himself to enter.

"I'm going to stay until your brother gets back"

You look at him like he's lost his mind. Stay with him? No, that's hell.

"No, thanks. I'd rather be alone"

"I didn't ask you" he says casually as he walks around the house as if it were his own.

"What the hell is your problem?" you ask shouting as he walks with his back to you. Joao quickly turns around.

"You're my problem" he grumbles with his hands pointing at you.

You shake your head shaking, facing him. Two threats in less than an hour? Your brother will find out everything. And you'll be sorry that Joao regrets treating you like this. Maybe you're acting like a child, but you don't want him to be here. Why does he keep insisting?

"Why?" you ask as you stand close to him.

Joao takes a step back but you take another step towards him. Your gazes are glued together like chewing gum, you don't move a muscle, you just stand there, facing him as the atmosphere begins to tense. If the ride in the car had been tense, this moment is the next level of tense. He looks down at you from below because of the height difference and swallows saliva turning his face away.

"Because your brother is my best friend and today it is my responsibility to take care of you" his voice is firm, with no room for argument. It's clear he's already made up his mind and you won't be able to influence that.

Then he turns and walks away from you. He walks over to the couch and plops down on it, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Do what you want but I'm not leaving" he settles into his place and you want to throw him out with your shoes when you take them in your hands.

Anger consumes you, how dare he stay when you clearly don't want him here? Without another word, you go upstairs and close the door to your room with more force than necessary.

But you can't sleep.

You toss and turn in bed, annoyed by his presence, by the lingering sensation of his gaze, even though he's not in front of you now. The house feels different with him in it, as if the air itself is charged with something you don't want to name. You wonder what he's doing, but you refuse to think about him. May he go to hell! Does he think he has such a right to rule over you? Your brother will know and you'll take it upon yourself to throw it all back in his face.

Hours later, with so much tossing and turning in bed and your head scheming, thirst forces you to get up.

You creep downstairs, trying not to make a sound. You see him asleep on the couch, his breathing quiet, his hair disheveled. For an instant, you stop. It's the first time you see him like this, without that arrogant attitude, without that mocking smile. There's something about the way his chest rises and falls, how his face seems more relaxed, that makes your chest tighten. His body is sprawled out on the couch, his hands under his head and his legs crossed.

He is so calm that it scares you to see him like this. You feel some sympathy for him seeing him in this state and you move closer to disfigure him. You have to admit that Joao makes you curious. Curiosity that is about to kill you, like the cat.

You take a step closer to him. And then, his voice.

"Do you need something, princess?"

You jump in fright, quickly moving away from him. You arrange your hair, pretending to be oblivious, taking a sly step back.

"I thought you were asleep" you mutter slowly.

He smiles with that expression that bothers you so much.

"And I thought you hated me too much to just stand there staring at me" he replies with an idiotic grin.

Your face heats up and you walk away quickly. Your heart started pounding and you decide to ignore him, walking away.

"I just came for a glass of water"

You walk hurriedly to the kitchen but you can feel him behind you. You can't help but feel conscious of what you're wearing: a large T-shirt and nothing else. You curse silently. Did you really think coming in like this was the best thing to do? Dressing like this with someone like him in the house? You'd forgotten for a minute.

You get to the cupboard and reach for a glass but it's too high and your T-shirt rises up. Damn. You don't have this problem with your brother because he's your brother and he's never home, but now it's different. Joao might see you.

You reach out a little but you don't get there. Bad day for a short person. Just when you decide to look for another option, you feel his presence behind you.

His arm slips past yours, taking the glass with ease. His body is so close you can feel his warmth against your back.

"Here you go" his voice is low, husky, close.

You turn on instinct and stand dangerously close to him. Your eyes meet his and you swallow saliva as his body brushes against yours.

The air becomes thick. His breath is inches from yours. The tension between you is unbearable, so palpable it almost hurts. His eyes stare at your lips and he licks his lips as yours stare at Joao's lips. Your belly constricts as his hands enclose you, resting on the counter behind you, and your heart stops.

He is so close that his perfume invades your nostrils and you feel your bare legs tremble. It's hot. Too hot. The air leaves your system slowly as you try not to move a hair. Or it could be dangerous.

And for a second, just for a second, you think about closing the distance. But he is quicker and kisses you. He kisses you like no one has ever kissed you. And even though you resent it and want to hit him, your arms hang around his shoulders and you reciprocate the desperate kiss.

His hands grope your ass and lift you onto the table, positioning himself on your legs to pull you closer. The kiss is deep as you grab him by the neck and pull him close to you, you need to feel every part of him. His mouth is hard, hot and wet. His hands spill down your back and hold you as your legs pull him closer to your body. Your tongues dance in a hot dance caressing each other and your lips suck each other hard.

You hate that he's kissing you. But more you hate that you like that he is the one kissing you. You don't want to admit that you're attracted to Joao and too much. You hate him.

But you love the feel of your belly when his lips eat you, literally. His tongue leaves invisible marks in your mouth as it runs along your tongue, his lips press against yours so well. You kiss for a few minutes or so you think but you don't know how long it's been since you keep kissing non-stop. Your lungs are roaring for air but after filling them, you crash your lips together again. The tension is too much, you don't remember ever being so desperate for someone before.

His hands don't stop caressing your back and legs as you try to pull him closer with yours, you want to feel him glued to you. The heat starts to rise, you begin to get aroused. Your barriers fall to the floor as Joao keeps caressing you, you hate it when his hands are the ones touching you. But you love it at the same time. You are submerged in a cloud of tension and desperation, nothing else crosses your minds.

Hate. Love. What's the difference? You just want to turn off (or on) that feeling.

"Hello!" you hear from behind you and you both let go all at once, as if from the plague. "I'm home!"

You leap off the counter onto the floor as Joao suddenly steps away, you turn on your feet and hold the glass disguising your gasping breath as you feel your brother's footsteps approaching.

Your heart is pounding as your brother enters the kitchen and sees you with his back turned. Joao leans against the wall concealing the closeness as he greets your brother with his typical greeting.

What the fuck just happened? Oh my God. You were almost caught kissing. You were kissing Jack! Your brother's best friend!

This is crazy. You can't breathe.

"See you later" you wave as you grab the glass of water and walk past him.

Your brother waves but Joao doesn't say anything. Although you can feel his gaze as you walk up the stairs, even, you saw him when you slyly pulled to see him.

You go into your room and slam the door shut, leaning against it as your heart beats as if it were about to burst out of your chest. Your belly flutters as you touch your swollen, wet lips still wet from the kiss.

You'd just kissed him. The fucking idiot you hate.

And you were fucking enjoying it.

[runningatypufullspeed]

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE MY FUGLY UGLY ASS ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE X FAHRENHEIT 451 CROSSOVER DRAWING THAT I WAS FORCED TO DO FOR SCHOOL….. ITS SO UGLY AND MONTAG IS

WHITE.

AND THE HOUNDS ARE DISGUSTING THE COLORING IS SO SHITTY AND MILDRED …. Well ok she looks alright kindof but the COLORING ….. SKETCH WAS BETTER but do you guys. Do you still want to see it…….,,,,,,

ALSO NO OFFENSE TO WHITE PEOPLE PLEASE I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶😁👍 within reason

[nanamiskentos]

NERDS DO IT BETTER ☓. ── ( 呪術廻戦 )

⌗ turns out they're the best you've ever had, and you think you're gonna' have to come back for more!

ᯓ starring ─. jjk ensemble cast : nerd! gojo, nerd! geto, nerd! sukuna, nerd! nanami, nerd! toji, nerd! choso

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader )  ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. college au. risky, public séx. handjóbs. óverstím. hate séx. fíngeríng. fiíming (consénsual). édging. vírgin!kuna. óral (m). missiónary. soft séx. brééding kínk. créampíe. backshóts. óral (f). wc ⌓. 3.5k.

﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ advanced mathematics, physics

"oh, fuck!" gojo's absolutely quivering, throwing back a head of tousled, snowy hair, "that's, ouh, that's way better than i ever coulda' even dreamed of." pale-pink lips snapping sharp around another moan as he shudders, "can ya' do it again?"

you're clicking your tongue, doing your very best to bite back a flushed smile yourself. knowing that you've got the smartest, honour roll student pliant beneath you, his thighs splayed out and bare — the skin spottled with patches of rosy pink, dusted with fine white hairs. he's still got that campus sweatshirt on, rumpled over the askew collar of the dress shirt underneath. where you're eager to run your hands, to slide your fingers up past the low trail of hair on gojo's groin.

it doesn't hurt that gojo's, like, ridiculously gorgeous. thick-rimmed glasses foggy over vibrant blue eyes, framed by ridiculously long lashes. and you can see him gnawing at the inside of his cheek as your hand keeps at a steady pace. pumping him over and over, until thick ropes of seed are coating your hand. it must be the nth climax of his by now, but it seems neither of you are that eager to call it a day.

you smile at how gojo squeezes his eyes shut, glasses skipping askew so you can fondly kiss his forehead. titling his glasses right back into place, all while he bites back a low, rumbled groan, "a-another?" it's a plea, almost hopeful for you to milk his poor, throbbing cock until there's not much else it can give.

"mhm, i don't know, satoru. it's kinda' risky, don'tcha think?" you're trying to keep your voice down, knowing that anyone could round the corner here. they could move past the stack of chairs littered behind the physics subsection of books and old papers to find gojo spread out so sluttily over this chair, his pants drifting past his ankles while you lean over behind the desk to jerk him off. workshop questions and calculations long discarded as the most intelligent man on campus chases some form of pent-up relief from you, his angel that's solely heaven sent.

gojo's the type of guy that's always moving, whether he's skimming and flipping through pages of glossy textbooks or speeding over the butterfly keys of his steel-grey mac, and right now?

he's still in motion, tapping trimmed nails in staccato beats against the plastic table. drumming his fingers over and over as he does his best to not let you see the crystalline tears of delicious overstimulation pooling at the corners of his eyes. shuddering as you pull back, letting his big cock snap back, smearing a thin line of translucent cum against his blue sweatshirt.

cursing because he knows he's gonna' have to peel that top off before his next class, before anyone can figure out exactly what that stain is, "fuck, we still got 15 minutes before that lecture, yeah? one more, please, baby, jus' one more."

﹙ 夏油 傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ philosophy, sociology

"what did i say? eyes on the lenses, pretty girl." geto's determined and mean when he's like this, but then again, when is he not a cunt?

that bitchy nerd's always sniping at you, doing dumb shit like taking your seat in class and sucking up to the teacher — batting pretty, dark lashes at the tutor while throwing a nasty look your way when you get the answer right.

but as of this moment, there aren't any right answers in your head. not when geto's got you propped up in his broad lap. right in front of a blinking video camera, perched on a shaky tripod as he swirls his digits as deep as he can into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"s-sugu', feels so good," you moan, sinking your teeth into the plush flesh of your lower lip as geto's face softens for a split second before hardening once more. handsome features crinkling as he shakes his head of choppy, raven hair, "didn't ask if it felt good, geez. i asked for the answer to the question, or are we jus' having trouble following instructions as well?"

"hate ya' so, so much, still, i don' even remember the fuckin' question," you're sniffling, knowing that he's so deliciously knuckle deep within you right now. your clear, glossy arousal coating his fingers as he pumps the digits in and out of your heat with a satisfying squelch!

geto smiles, as though he wanted you to say that while he was rolling a fat thumb over your clitoral hood. berry lips pulling at the corners as he tuts, using the hand that was previously holding apart your thighs to slide a pristine paper over his bed, clicking his tongue before he intones, "tch', let me quiz you, again, 'cause we got that test tomorrow. though, 'm not sure it's much good. now, how would you explain structural functionalism?"

your mind's absolutely turning to incredible, pleasurable mush as you struggle to form coherent sentences. instead, staring at the blinking red light blearing out through the dark haze of geto's form room, and swallowing as he begins pulling at the sensitive ache of your clit, "it's, like, the premise of everything havin' a purpose. like, hahh, society being a well-oiled machine n' people are jus' cogs and — fuck! suguru, can't even focus like this."

your back is writhing against geto's toned chest, and you can feel the dark strands of hair that have escaped his hairtie tickling at your cheek, "i know, beautiful," he coos, almost as though he quite likes you, rather than the loathing that he claims, "now tell me, who's ideas does structural functionalism align with? answer quick, and i'll make ya' cum this time, promise!"

brain whirring on overtime to snap out a rushed breath, "emile durkheim!" your lips pouting as you heave in a candied breath of air, "that's right, isn't it? now you promised, so please! make me cum, sugu', fuck."

you can hear geto chuckle, "you didn't make me pinky promise, though?" and he's revelling in how you huff, and curse him out, "besides, i like watching you squirm all pretty for the camera. helps me remember my notes so much more. y'know that 'm gonna' go back and revise this later."

﹙ 両面 宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ anthropology, history

"you're a virgin?" your mouth parting into a sweet gasp as charlotte tilbury leaves sticky strands of product stringing between your pretty lips. because, there's just no way...

sukuna's rolling his crimson eyes, and shoving his tattooed hands into the ragged pockets of his thick hoodie, "why don't we focus on the project again? y'know that the entire thing is due next week, and this is our last meet-up before we gotta' present?"

the burly, quiet man's clearly flushed — with his tanned cheeks painted awash in some watercolour, blushy hue. muttering something about insolent cheerleaders and how he's refusing to get a bad grade because of you. but you're never one to lose. you just cross your arms over your chest, and a little more firmly on purpose, just to watch sukuna gulp as his gaze drops right down to that shadow of cleavage, "hey, you're the one who asked if i was sleeping with the quarterback."

sukuna's just too easy, because for all his churlish, jerkish attitude, he's not immune at all to your easiest charms. like a pretty red lollipop, or a spritz of your favourite body mist, or when you hike the hem of your skirt up just a little bit higher to doodle faint hearts on your flesh. and now he's grunting, drawing his eyes away from your torso to gulp, training his eyes solely on the project rubric, "yeah. was jus' a question. i don't give a fuck."

"mhm, sure." snapping strawberry gum between your teeth, "because i'm not with him." you grin as sukuna stiffens, almost snapping the poor, thin frame of a cheap lead pencil between his thick fingers.

"no?" he sounds almost, almost sheepish. battered headphones clattering around his marked neck as he jerks, and you almost coo. for it's honestly quiet sweet at how interested he sounds. ironic, considering ryomen sukuna is one of the most surly men on campus. always with his nose buried in some medieval book, always some exemplary paper of his pinned to the student noticeboard about the heian era.

"no," you repeat, scooting just a little bit closer to his broad frame, "because 'm interested in someone else, ya' see. like you, 'kuna."

the pencil snaps, the wood finally giving out to the quick motion of sukuna's fingers clamping down on it. pieces scattering and littering the table as broken lead clutters, the remnants of a man who's just had his world rocked but doesn't want to admit it, "hah, funny," he's muttering, "yer' really interested in me?" all you had murmured was a tempting, alluring little phrase that would remain with sukuna forever, something like, "want me to prove it?"

and that's exactly how you ended up like this. eyes blown wide, little hearts dancing around your pupils as you took in the sheer size and girth of what sukuna was hiding in his faded jeans. lips parting to close over the weeping tip of his thick shaft, and grinning at how there's already sheer, salty drops leaking out.

"fuck, w-wait," sukuna's groaning, with his spiky head of two-toned hair thrown back against your desk chair, "it's sensitive." clacking his sharp teeth around a wanton moan when you tongue at the veins bulging on the sides of his cock, "already feels like 'm gonna –"

"cum?" you offer helpfully, flattening your tongue against him so he throbs, hot and heavy, into your mouth. releasing yourself from his cock with a loud pop! and you're sure glad that your sorority roommates aren't home, for you're not sure how to explain that you're dripping wet yourself, just from sucking off the most infamous, ill-reputed nerd on campus.

"yeah, yeah," sukuna rasps, a heady and low tone that escapes from his chest, "and that would be e-embarrassing, fuck, that's — that's a good spot." sighing as you trail teasing fingers over folded skin, right at the underside of the base of his cock.

"not that embarrassing, 'kuna," you shake your head, loosening the slick strand of saliva that was stringing away from your lips. replacing your mouth with an entirely different type of gloss, and one that you're growing increasingly fond of, "and besides, we got a lotta' time before my roommates come back. plenty of other things we can do, hah."

﹙ 七海 建人 : nanami kento ﹚ ─ economics

"but i jus' think numbers are kind of beautiful, wouldn't you say? like they have their own satisfying figure and precision?"

you smack nanami's chest, leaving a small, cherry hue over your boyfriend's pectorals, "your girlfriend is literally under you, and you're talking about numbers being beautiful."

he gives you an apologetic smile, thick waves of golden hair dampened with the sweat of exertion that was to be expected when he was delivering the sweetest, most loving strokes to your very core. thick, bulging tip kissing your cervix as nanami huffs, "sorry, darling. nothing's more beautiful than my girl, and, heh, yer' figure is the one i love the most."

"that's better," you gasp, feeling him rummage through your swollen pussy. girthy shaft bulging past throbbing, dripping folds as he delivers hit after surefire hit against your g-spot. but then, suddenly, you're frowning, "don't you have class, like, right now, babe?"

nanami squeezes his eyes shut, amber lashes kissing peach-flushed skin. "yeah, had some tutorial," he groans, drawing his cock out of you almost entirely before he's snapping his hips back into you with such force that there's a resounding smack reverberating through his bedroom, "but heh, they don't really need me there. i already know all my shit."

"and you won't get in, i don't know, trouble?"

your boyfriend shakes his head, pushing aside the stack of stock market magazines littered near your head, so he can slam his hand down on the soft quilt. all so nanami can steady himself as he has only one purpose in mind, to make you cum. to make you see such stars of pleasure that you squirt all over his cock. and he can already picture your fucked-out form, hazy and littered with the marks of his loving. and drenched down below.

well, anatomically, it mustn't be possible but at the mere vision, nanami can feel himself harden even more. like his cock is responding to the hypnotising grip that you've got him in. hefty balls tightening further and he's rasping in your ear, "can i —, fuck, can i cum in ya', darling?" desperate and falling apart at the mere idea, at the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss, "only if yer' also wanting me to, i swear. but please –"

"yeah. in me, kento. baby, all yours."

that's all it really takes for thick, stringy wads of hot release to spurt out from nanami's weeping tip. cock releasing strands of gooey seed into your cunt in a way that makes your boyfriend press his forehead against yours, littering a thousand kisses against your fucked-out, smiling lips, "thank you, thank you, thank you, darling. i love you so much. can't even put it into words, but i love you —"

﹙ 伏黒 甚爾 : toji fushiguro ﹚ ─ physical education, kinesiology

"what the fuck did you jus' call me, ma?" toji's got a blunt nail trailing down your spine, running over the curve of your ass, "a nerd?"

you're writhing, "yeah, yeah. i mean, that's what everyone says," and it takes every cell in your body to fight back the inevitable release that toji's bestowing upon you. for you're determined to delay this just a little longer, to feel toji's thick cock slam into you from behind over and over in a way that you never really expected from the grumpy sports major.

and it seems the idea amuses him, for you don't even need to turn around to imagine how his sharp, jade-green eyes must be narrowing at the knowledge of what everyone calls toji fushiguro behind his back. how toji's sharp, shark-like grin must be widening, sharpening knives to sink into your shoulder, "why? 'cause i don't do that stupid, attention-seeking sports shit like everyone else in my degree? 'cause i don't wanna' waste my time on the field or in the locker rooms?"

"t-toji, it's 'cause you always got your damn nose in a book. and i didn't even know you could —," you shriek, feeling his burly forearm come up in front of you, past your bouncing breasts to support your weight as he presses further into you, "i honestly didn't even know you could fuckin' read."

"suchhh a nasty attitude, ma," toji chuckles, and your ass pleasurably stings at the resounding smacks echoing through the (thankfully) empty gymnasium. your lace panties pulled to the sides as you're balanced over the bleachers right in the very corner where the lonesome toji fushiguro prefers to sit, where no one else can bother him.

but damn, if he's not getting off on the idea of taking you so prettily like this. don't get him wrong, toji loves this position. loves how nasty and filthy your pretty arch is when he's swabbing his cock against your pussy. but fuck, he also wishes you were flipped around for him. just so he could press a thumb to your lower lip, and watch your eyes go all silly and crossed for him. while he tacked the thick curl of dark hair around his groin to your sticky, throbbing clit. battered your pretty cunt with his inches until that feisty lil' attitude melted away into sugar and cream.

you moan, such a wanton sound, when toji's thick fingers are climbing up your throat. past your jaw to settle at your mouth. pushing past your lip so you can drool so beautifully for him as he does his level best to at least regretfully silence the sexy sounds falling out of your lips.

"careful, ma," toji shudders, feeling the tight heat of your cunt snatch his soul away, "wanna' keep the volume down so those rocks-for-brains football players don't hear what's going on here. unless, you want them to see how the nerd's practically plowing your brains out, hah."

the resulting clench of your cunt tells toji all that he needs to know, and he has to bite back the furious blush crawling over him, underneath his faded varsity jacket, "oh? that's how it is? well, okay then. hold on."

﹙ 脹相 : choso kamo ﹚ ─ lab medicine, psychology

you know better than to sass choso when he's like this, the night before the final semester exam. see, because the man's got your thighs splayed so prettily out for him. glistening, and dripping all over his bedspread. and to the side, he's got that damn anatomy textbook flipped open.

choso's frustrated, sighing and flicking the pads of his fingers against his tongue to thumb at the sticking pages. rolling his eyes when he isn't able to find the passage that he wants, as if that's your fault. but you don't miss the hungry gleam in the raven-haired man's eyes, the spiky knots atop his head coming loose as he delves right back into his favourite meal. his favourite study snack being your glossy cunt, for he could munch on the slick strands forever.

"bear with me, my love," choso's cooing, trailing a slender, pale finger up your sticky folds until he comes to rest at your clit. tapping the throbbing bud once, "jus' gotta' memorise this, and you're helping me so much."

he's pressing a chaste, quaint kiss to your pulsing clit. that dark mark stretched across his face twitching as he murmurs, "ah, think, choso! right, the clitoral glans has, hmm, 8000 nerve endings. and it leads up to..." choso's drawing slow, teasing circles on your clit and it makes you whine, bucking your hips, "patience, my love. i'll reward you extra special for helpin' me out like this. now, it leads up to the clitoral shaft — and did i tell ya' what the crura is?"

you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you rut against choso's handsome nose for some delicious friction, and he clearly seems eager to indulge you, though he's still lost in academic thought, "right. i guess, baby, you could say the crura are kinda' like the legs for the clitoris. and they extend allll along the pelvic bones."

choso's marvelling the glossy, sheer slick coating his fingers. licking a flat stripe right against your swollen, eager cunt, "and the glans, well, my extended answer needs to mention how they, uh, damn, baby. you're soaked." he's shaking his head again, "i keep getting distracted. the glans — they're the ones with the alpha-delta, and c-fibres, and that's what makes you feel so good. transmitting sensations y'see, i get extra marks for mentioning that."

you hazard a glance to the shining pages of the new textbook that choso's kept on his shelf all semester, "and the, uh, the pudendal reflex? you got a sticky note on that one, babe?"

choso smiles, slowly flicking your clitoral hood in up and down motions, each movement sending simmering pleasure through your groin, "a spinal reflex, m'love. helps with the involuntary muscle contractions, like when i do this —," flatting the pad of his thumb against your clit to run tighter circles against the aching nub, watching as your hips jolt up further against his face. coating the lower half of his features in translucent arousal.

"now, my favourite part," choso says, grinning as he turns his attentions elsewhere, to your dripping entrance pooling such a mess over his sheets. and your boyfriend's tugging at his grey sweatpants, "the grafenberg spot. i don't think my fingers will be enough to stimulate it properly."

[saymio]

Silent Obsession

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (the front man) x Fem!reader

Summary: your husband was missing, and all you did for days was stay at home crying your eyes out...waiting for your dearest husband to come home. this was until inho had decided to come give you a little visit while you were all alone and vulnerable.

Warning: dead dove: do not eat, noncon, degradation, light bdsm, manipulation, In-ho is obsessed with you, rough sex, mentioned age gap (20 years), cheating (not rlly), there might be more but I'm too lazy to write it.

A/N: not proof read. this takes place during s1. (most/all of the beginning contains junho x reader content)

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it was 2015, just a few days ago your boyfriend junho had invited you to meet his family on the day of his brothers birthday. his brother was turning 40 and they were hosting a small party, just a few people... and your boyfriend thought this would be a great time to invite you to meet his mom and brother. he was ecstatic at the thought, he really wanted his family to get to know you since last year he had met yours. and he was really serious about you... but it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. hell, you were scared. you wanted to leave a good impression on his family, this was the man you wanted to marry. if his mom didnt approve of you what could you say? she was wrong? that her opinion didn't matter? these thoughts swarmed your head for hours every day....

junho was driving the two of you from your small shared apartment to his moms place. you were sitting in the passenger seat as you stared out the window of the car, you were shaking... not from the cold but from the anxiousness you were brimming with. your fingers tapped against the interior of the car, your nails making a clicking sound every time they touched the material. "are you cold y/n? I told you itd be cold today..you should've worn a bigger jacket" junho glanced at you for a second before staring back at the road and sighing. he hated when this happened, when youd be so insistent in not 'ruining' your outfit that you wouldn't pay attention to whether you'd be cold or not. this always happens! ..but he always wears a jacket for you. because he knows you'll end up shivering from the cold gusts of wind and he cant stand the thought of you suffering from the freezing temperatures. you let out a small chuckle, it was barely over a whisper but junho heard you loud and clear. "why're you laughing.." he frowned a little, not because he's upset or mad at you but just because you werent taking the situation that seriously. "what if you catch a cold? at least think about me when you dress this way..you know I hate when you're in pain.." the last part of his sentence was soft and quiet, as if he was murmuring to himself..making sure you wouldn't hear him. "stop worrying so much babe...I'm not cold or anything.. just a little jittery, its my first time meeting your family after all." you giggled at his genuine worry for you, he was such a drama queen. making these small actions seem so much more serious then they were..but its something that made you love junho. how kind and protecting he was of the people he cared about. "nervous? you don't have to be nervous y/n...I'm sure they'll love you." junho's right hand made its way to your left hand. holding it tight before giving you a soft gentle smile. his ability to sooth you with just his smile had to be studied, he truly was an angel on earth to you, like he had a halo on his head 24/7. you leaned forward a little and left a quick peck on his cheek, quickly leaning back down to your seat and looking away from him. but at the corner of junhos eyes he could see how red you've gotten...he thought it was adorable. how the two of youve been dating for 2 years but you still got flustered over small kisses. you were so innocent and kind, the exact woman he needed in his life...

but little did junho know, he was right. his family did love you..especially his brother.

you had arrived at his mothers house, .. your nerves were spiking, how should you introduce yourself? what if the cake you made was still raw? what if inho doesn't like his present? these thoughts ran through your head as you two waited for someone to open the door. your finger nails tapping against the box the cake you had made was in. the sound deafening you as you just wanted the damn door to open already. you really just hoped youd make a good impression... after what felt like an eternity the door opened, behind to door revealed the birthday boy himself, Hwang In-ho. junho just shook his hand before you bowed at him slightly before shaking his hand and introducing himself briefly. "happy birthday In-ho, my names y/n" In-ho just nodded coldly at you, if the harsh winds outside didn't freeze you his stares did. he stepped aside, allowing the two of you in. he lead the both of you up the apartment complex stairs, your heels making a loud click sound echo though the staircase with every step you took. after only a bit of walking up stairs you had reached the door to where the party was being hosted.. . . when junho had told you itd be a 'party' you expected a family gathering with like 15 people, but upon arrival you quickly realized..it was truly just him, his brother and mom celebrating inho's birthday today. you were pleasantly surprised, you hated large groups of people..it made you skittish and always super nervous. so just 3 other people being there calmed your nerves down, alot. the apartment was small and cozy, very homey and nice. his mother had made a mini feast with delicious foods and decorated the place with a few balloons and banners. it was a seemingly wholesome sight of a mother doing something nice for her sons special day, it made your heart warm up inside your chest as you took a seat at the table. "hi honey, what's your name?" junho's mother grabbed one of your hands, cupping it with the both of hers. you felt yourself blush and smile, you had barely even been inside yet his mother was being so kind already. her soft gentle voice, and kind soft eyes. it was everything that's junho was. "y/n, what about you miss?" you were trying your best to be as polite as possible, you didn't want to tip her off and cause her to hate you.. but you felt kind of uncomfortable.. inho..he was staring at you alot. and it was like he wasnt trying to hide it, his dark eyes piecing into your soul. as if he were looking for the innocence inside of you... to take it away from you. the entire day just led to you getting more and more uncomfortable. you weren't able to stare into his eyes because you felt if you did he would just jump onto you not giving a shit about his mother and brother being there too. "y/n, what would you say if your favorite thing about junho?" inho spoke, his deep voice sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine.. this entire atmosphere..it was odd. but it was like only you caught onto it. you stared at inho before turning to junho...he was blushing. he tried keeping a stoic face but you could tell he was getting flustered before you even spoke. his ears tinted in a light pink an so was his neck. "ah.. well his kindness..I think its the main reason I fell in love...he's very kind and soft spoken to people. at least until they do something wrong..but either way he's an angel." a gentle smile took over your face, you stared at junho and then at inho to continue your sentence..it was obvious you were head over heels for this man.. "he's just a very likable man." inho smiled at you, not speaking a word but it was like his face said them all for you. but they weren't the words you'd expect a caring older brother to say, it was more like a .. 'wow how nice.' but in a sarcastic tone.. his mother on the other hand.. "aww how sweet! young love, its so beautiful." she clasped her hands together before grabbing your forearm and staring up at you with twinkling eyes, it was like she was already envisioning your wedding and family with junho. "promise me you'll take care of my son, okay?"

it was a little past 10pm by now, everyone had eaten a slice of cake and junho's mother adored it. junho was right, his mom did love you. she was already talking about marriage and how she wouldnt be surprised if you made the wedding cake because the one you had brought today was "just too delicious!" you laughed and giggled at her antics, your face flushed in embarrassment. you turned to look at inho, who was staring at you intensely. your happiness almost instantly vanished as you shuffled in your chair. maybe he was upset you hadn't given him his gift yet...that should do it!! maybe he'd stop once you did. "a- inho, I brought you a gift." his eyes widened and it had seemed like he just heard life changing news, maybe he really was just sulking over a present..it was kind of cute. you grabbed your bag from your feet next to you and shuffled around until you found a yellow box, you pushed it towards inho and smiled. your tried your best to give a genuine, heartfelt smile even though you felt uncomfortable with all his glances and stares. he smiled at you, this time it seemed a little less fake...but still not genuine. he opened the box, it was a watch. a very beautiful one. it was shimmering under the dinning room light, a light white silver with simple but detailed engravings on the band of the watch. it was beautiful and it definitely wasn't the cheapest, you don't remember how much it was exactly since you had bought it the same day junho had told you about his brothers birthday..but you knew it was enough to make you wince at the receipt. "I left the receipt folded under the cloth Incase it isn't to your li-" you were cut off by inhos voice, it was calm, not as cold as it was before..it was rather soothing even.. "no. its perfect." he put the watch on, adjusting it so it fit his wrist perfectly. you felt your lips creep into a wide smile, you were so glad this day was going perfectly. "wow, that's such a pretty watch! it must've costed you a lot." their mother interrupted the two of you, staring at the watch that sat on inhos wrist and then at you. "inho, say thank you! be polite." she hit the back of his head harshly, as if she were scolding a little kid... you laughed at the scene, mothers truly see their children as their babies forever. "no- its okay miss don't wo-" it seemed like today was full of interruptions and cut offs as inho did just it again. "thank you y/n, I appreciate it a lot." his face was blank again, no readable expression was there.. but based off his passed reactions..you felt he was being sincere. . . . "thank you miss, thank you inho." you bowed at the both of them while you stood at the front door with junho, showing your gratitude for their kindness and patience with you and your boyfriend. "of course honey, please come back any time you want." junho's mother grabbed your hand one more time, inho nodded along with her. he wasn't a man of many words but it seemed his scary demeanor had vanished. maybe it was never even there and you were just nervous..either way you were glad you didn't leave the house with a weird feeling about your boyfriends brother. juho's mother then shoo'd the two of you away, telling you it was late and you shouldn't stay up so late at such a young age... you felt happy. a warm feeling sat in your heart and stomach, it was like you had just found your second family.

time skip (5 years)

there you sat in the police station, its been days since youve last seen your husband. you were sobbing into the palm of your hands, the salty liquid dripped onto your long dress as you drained ever drop of water from your body. you were terrified. what happened to him?? where was he?? what had he gotten into? you were devastated to say the least, you explained with a shaky and quaky voice that your husband had just told you he was off to investigate his brothers vanishment and would be back by the night..like always! so when you woke up and he wasn't there you just felt dread. you texted him and texted him all day to no response. when he didn't come back for the second day you reported him missing. you reported this story to the police about 9 times already, everyday since you reported him missing you came to the police station for any clues or help..an obviously everyday they told you the same thing...that they had nothing. the only reason they didn't push you off to the side when you came in was well..because your husband worked for them. he was a police officer under them, it'd feel disrespectful to you and junho if they just told you to give up hope on finding your husband. maybe you'd stop after another week or two..you'd realize whatever fate inho had found was the same junho ended to aswell... and not only that but you were pretty, kind and in obvious distress over your husband. they'd feel like they just kicked a sick puppy in the stomach if they told you to go away. so every day, at 8am you come in. usually in a pretty sundress but your state of mind isn't as pretty. your eye bags were prominent and you seemed to constantly be in a state of dissociation.... "you promise there's nothing? please double check! please..I need my husband back. you don't understand" your words were exasperated and rushed, you wanted answers, your husband, closure, anything! your breaths were getting heavy as you reached your delicate hand to the tissue box on the desk infront of you. you felt yourself breaking down, more and more, every. day. the police officer let out a breathy sigh, he was trying his very best to not tell you off. to tell you to go back to your home and cry there or something. to stop wasting his time every single fucking day.. but he couldn't. and he wouldn't. not when your state was some of the worst he's seen in his years of being an officer. "listen ma'am, there seems to be a dead end a-" you slammed your hand onto the table, one still holding the now damp tissue as you started to cry harder. you shook your head violently, indicating a very obvious no...or in this case obvious denial. "no. there..there isn't a dead end. he's alive and he needs your help!! please..please keep searching i-i'll.." you started to dig into your purse, the same one junho had gifted you for your 5th anniversary not long before this whole ordeal. when you felt what you were looking for you snatched it out your bag, like it was grabbing it, stealing it from your grasp. "h-here..d-dont stop searching please. I'll give you this..p-please.." in between words you started to cry more, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping off your skin. your head was lowered and you were looking at your lap. you didn't want to stop looking for him. you wouldn't stop until you knew he was safe. "ma'am...you don't have to give me money for doing my job." he slid the stack of money that you had taken from your purse back to you and shook his head in disapproval. "listen.. sigh we're trying our best okay? we arent just laying around doing nothing, he was our coworker and we want to find him as much as you do.." he looked away from your depressing state, you were catching your breath and shaking, your fists were curled into balls. it was clear, even though he was an officer that he didn't want to find junho nearly as much as you did..he didn't think it would even be possible to. "just..take a break. you're overwhelming yourself and it isn't good for you. junho is strong and you know this, so just believe in him and his ability to live..."

the officer opened a drawer that was next to his seat, it was a little pile of candies.. he grabbed a handful and handed you a few. with a shaky hand you took the candies, your eyes were red and puffy. it was painfully obvious that you had just broken down in tears. you didnt want to speak but it was obvious by the way you acted, that all you wanted right now was for your husband to come back into your embrace. "if you want I can step out and let you calm down." the officer stares at you, awaiting the answer that would leave your lips. "no..its okay.. i-...whatever. thank you, I will take a break to calm down and compose myself. please have a good day." you mumbled the first few words, like a scared child who had just gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar and is now making up an excuse. you let out a loud sigh before you stood up from your chair, rubbing your tired, sore eyes before fixing your hair and grabbing your bag. you turned around right as you were in front of the office door, you bowed at the officer to show your gratitude as you proceeded to touch the cold metal handle of the door and creaked it open. with a click of the door closing you were walking away from the room you had just broken down in.

there you were, sitting on the edge of the bed you and your husband shared. it felt cold every time you sunk your body into the soft mattress..cold and empty. you weren't used to this, you were used to your husband coming home from work and giving you a kiss. slipping into the soft blankets together as you worked as heaters for each other's bodies. you didn't like this. you didn't want this. you flopped your upper torso onto the bed, causing it to make a squeaking sound to the sudden pressure. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed as you stared up into the ceiling. the world around you felt hazy, like everything that surrounded your body was just an empty void of nothingness. the world was meaningless without junho. you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier...until they had finally closed shut.

knock... knock... knock you jolted up from your bed, who was here at this time? it's like 2am... you stared at the closed bedroom door, thinking about if it was a good idea to open the doorm. you're a young woman alone at her house at 2am...what if it was a sex trafficker trying to kidnap and rape you!!?? knock... knock... knock the loud but slow knocks echoed throughout the house, the knocks took a 3 second pause inbetween..it was so creepy.. it made your skin crawl.. bu...what if...what if the police have clues about junho and came to talk to you about it they heard of it!! or..what if junho had finally come home..... these thoughts rand through your head, you were scared of what might be behind of that door. but not scared enough to not open it. you slowly got up from your bed, making it squeak under the pressure of your body. your soft slippers made a swooshing sound against the wooden floors as you shuffled your way to the front door... knock... knock.... knock there it was...the knocking. you couldn't help but feel this dry lump from in your throat, but you had to do it...you needed to make sure... if it was some stranger you'd just slam the door on them and go and hide in a closet or something.. your swallowed the lump in your throat and placed your palm on the cold metal of the handle, unlocking it with a small click and turning it clockwise so that it opened the door.. you didn't open it alot, just enough to see who was on the other side. your eyes stared at the dark soulless eyes In front of you, it was a random man. you had no idea why he was here or what he wanted..but he looked very familiar..maybe he was an off duty cop that just wanted to check up on you..? "h-hello..? how can I help you..." your voice was small and quiet, barely above a whisper as you used the door as some kind of shield from the strange man. "yes. you can." you stared up at the man with confused puppy dog eyes, what did that even mean?? you furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes as you stared at him..you were about to close the door on the strange man until something clicked inside of you. you recognized where he was from.. "inho?! w-what? what are you.." your judgmental facial expression quickly changed into one of shook and worry, was he here to see junho? how would you break the news that his brother was now missing too?? you raised your small hand to your mouth, covering it in shock..you didn't even know what to do....what should you say..? your eyes started to water and tear up, you were reminded of the harsh reality junho was in..he was seriously missing and now the person he went missing looking for was In front of you...it seemed like everyone was just against you. mocking the disappearance of your husband. "what...are you doing here? a-are you here for junho..he's.." you let out choked sighs after every other word, taking your hands from your mouth to your entire face. you were a crying mess In front of a man you barely knew, it was so embarrassing. you were so pathetic and sad. everyone's been telling you to just get over it but here you are, sobbing for what felt like the 6th time today. a loud sigh snapped you out of your saddened state,, but...it wasn't a sigh of disapproval or frustration...it was like a sigh of...desire. like he was getting off to the sight your sobbing, scared and fragile body. "you're doing this on purpose, you have to be." you stared up at inho with confusion. you eyebrow was raised, as if asking him what the fuck he meant by that. before you could even mutter a word he pushed you, really harshly. you went flying back into your home, head hitting the hard wood. you felt yourself getting dizzier and dizzier for a few seconds...you felt like you couldn't move, speak or even see anymore...your head was spinning and alarms were ringing from the inside of your head..until you were passed out.

you woke up... you were sitting in the middle of the dining room, it seemed like someone had moved the table and other chairs out the way as it was literally only you. you and the chair you were sitting on. the room was barely lit up, you could only see some of your surroundings due to the singular light that was on. the ligh that bulb was right on top of you..it felt like you were about to get interrogated for murder,,you were terrified. for you wanted to scream, cry and just run away from what was happening. but you couldn't. your ankles were tied onto the legs of the chair. your arms and torso were bounded to the chair itself with a thick rope., it was digging into your skin hard..it hurt. alot.. you wanted to squirm around and get yourself free but you knew you'd just end up knocking the chair down and you'd be stuck in an awkward position..you tried to start screaming but you couldnt, you were confused..it was like your mouth was glued shut.....your eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone, anything to help you. it took you a second for you to put the pieces together but.. once you did you realized.. your mouth was duck taped shut. you didn't know what to do, you were overwhelmed and you just wanted your husband back to you. you closed your eyes shut as warm salty tears fell from your eyes. your eyes just couldn't catch a break, could they? they were tired and sore. even when you werent sleepy it hurt to open and close the..a result of crying for days.. you just wanted to feel happiness again. but clearly that wasn't going to happen soon. was your fate going to be the same as your husbands? were his kidnappers after you to sew your mouth shut?? you didn't want to die..at least not because you got closure.. "you shouldn't cry Infront of me. its a bad idea. I have a thing for little girls that look pretty when they cry." your head jumped forward, looking at the figure that had stepped out the shadows surrounding you.. your eyes widened, remembering that inho had been the one that knocked you over and caused you to black out. the same man that had gone missing 5 years ago, the same man that your brother went missing looking for.. what was he doing here? was he here to kill you? to keep you silent? to assault you? thoughts rand through your head as he took large, slow steps towards you. as if he was mocking your frightened state. he reached his right hand out towards you, your eyes landed on the silver watch he was wearing. it seemed so similar to the one you had gifted all those years ago..but no way he would still be wearing it, right? before you could even process another thought his hand gripped at your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to literally stare up at him. the roughness of his grip made you wince in pain..he didn't come here with intentions of being nice and if you didn't realize that person you definitely realized that now. you tried to scream and kick your feet, you knew the tape and rope would stop your attempts and make them useless but you still tried. your screams just came out as diluted, muffled noises. the tape had stopped you from making any loud noises... the chair under your only shook a little but it wasn't enough to lighten the grip inho had on your hair. his dark, soulless eyes stared you down. they were like black orbs, nothing behind them. he grinned at you, like he was watching a cartoon and a character had did something funny. he was laughing at you. he thought this was funny. "you look so stupid, you do know that the tape will just silence all your screams, right? or are you too young and dumb to understand that yet." he tilted his head at you and gave you a mockingly confused expression. he was having the time of his fucking life while you were here, scared for your damn life. you glared at him, trying to intimidate him..doing anything to scare him...trying to find the little humanity in him that feels sympathy was clearly never going to happen. so you had to try another approach..even if it wasn't going to work either... and your suspicions were right ..

he just smiled at you, another mockingly fake smile... he released his hand from the grip he had on your hair and pinched your cheeks, just as roughly as he did with your hair. leaving a red mark when he let go... it was like he was treating you like you were a pouting child, stomping your feet because your mom didn't let you buy the comically huge lollipop you really wanted. "youre not scary sweetie." the pet name made you want to throw up in your mouth. he knew well you were his sister in law but here he was, calling you pet names with his disgusting voice. " you know..ive had my eyes on you since i met you...you're just so gorgeous..and delicate." he took a short but slow walk around u and stopped to stand behind you. his cold hands reached to your face and covered your eyes. you couldn't see anything but you knew he was leaned up in your ear...you could feel his hot breath making you unnervingly uncomfortable. "I just wanna ruin you." your breathe hitched in your throat, he was going to rape you. you know it, you had to fight back, you had to. you couldn't let a man that wasn't your husband put his dick inside you. inho took his cold hands away from your face and walked back in front of you. you glanced down at his crotch and...there was a bulge...he was getting off to your scared shape. he truly was an emotionless sadist.. he held up his index finger to your covered lips. "shh. make any noise and I wont think twice about killing you and your husband." your eyes widened as you heard the last part...that meant your husband was alive..and he knew where he was. you nodded slowly, complying with his words. he ripped the piece of tape off your mouth, causing you to let out a yelp in pain. you stared at him with a frightened face, you realized you had just made a loud sound...you didn't want to die you didn't..you didn't want your husband to die! "I said. be quiet." the truth with inho was, he had already killed your husband..at least he thought he did. only a day ago did he shot junho, causing him to fall off the side of the island...he probably drowned and is floating lifeless in the sea right now.. but you didnt need to know that...and it was clear you weren't even aware. your mouth was shut and you tried to silence your heavy rapid breathing....you really did love your husband..he wanted to steal that love from junhos grasp. he leaned down, his face was now perfectly aligned with yours... you wanted to say something, you wanted to scream and cry but if you did he'd kill you...you knew he would... his left hand started to rub your cheek, it was gentle and warm but it just made you hate it even more...his fake kindness. you hated it. his lips connected with yours, at first it seemed like he was trying to be gentle but it was obvious he had quickly gotten bored of it before he got rough. your teeth were clashing with each other as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. exploring every inch of it before he started to nip at your lips...he was aggressive and messy. everything junho wasn't.. this wasn't the kind of kiss you wanted or craved. you felt like your eyes were sewn shut the way you refused to open them, you didn't want to stare at inho. you just wanted this to end..maybe once it did you'd finally have your husband back. after what felt like hours of making out he has finally took his chapped lips off of your soft ones. a string of saliva connected the two of you as he caught his breath. you opened your eyes to stare at him, they were watery..your tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you caught your breath. to inho you eyes were like glass marbles...and he wanted to shatter them into pieces. you took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. if you were calm it wouldn't be as bad. you read this inside your mind over and over and over again. you just prayed he would use you quickly and then leave... "you know, that day..the day where junho has brought you to our mothers house for my birthday.." his eyes wandered away from you, as if he were recalling the day in exact detail, scene by scene...

his eyes snapped back to yours, holding intense eye contact until he continued his sentence... "when I asked you what you loved most about junho you told me you loved his kindness. you said he was a soft person..an angel in your eyes." he crouched down, staring at you with intense eyes. his sharp features were like daggers, stabbing one by one into your heart. "you told me you loved something about him that I lacked. I'm not a kind person. and right now..you probably think I'm the devil instead of an angel like my brother.." he smiled at you, it was a cold, fake smile. if you touched his face right now it'd probably be ice cold.. "thats how I knew someone like you would never willingly be with a man like me.. but it's okay, I'll just force myself onto you." you started to cry, the salty liquid streamed down from your cheeks to your chin. your eyes were red and puffy, you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to be with this man, you didn't want this. inhos left head reached to your face, this time he squeezed the both of your cheeks so that your lips were puckered at him. "got it, princess?" he leaned in to kiss you again, this time he went aggressive right away. forcing his tongue into your mouth, some of your tears dripped onto his mouth. letting him taste the saltiness of your sadness. and it was delicious.

there you sat, he had freed your ankles from the restraints on the chair. nipping and licking at your clit. you hated this, you couldn't stop crying. you felt disgusting, a man that wasn't your husband was licking and eating your pussy out. why would you let this happen? at this point death felt better than breaking your husbands heart. you lets out cries and soft no's as he slurped your juices. you hated that it felt good, you hated that he knew what he was doing. your moans and mewls filled the room, followed with wet sloppy sounds of spit and cum mixed together. he's been eating you out for what felt like hours, you've probably came like 3 times already. you were getting tired..your legs were shaky, trying to close in on themselves but inhos arms kept them wide open for you. "p-please stop. I don't like thi-this...ah...please..let me go already..please.." you were begging with him, your eyes were shaky, your face was flushed and your lips were wet from his aggressive kisses. god. the scene of you begging for him to stop as he abused your clit was one he wanted engraved in his mind forever. he let go of your pussy with a loud pop, your juices and his spit was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like a wild animal that had just eaten his prey alive. with his sleeve he wiped off the liquid on his face. 'ruining' his all black jacket. "you want me to stop but your cum is all over my face and lips. you want me to stop but you keep moaning. just admit you're a slut for me." you close your eyes shut, shaking your head viciously, you don't want him. you don't want this. you just want your husband to be safe. that's all you want... inho scoffs at you, as if you were lying to his face. maybe he truly did believe you wanted this..that you wanted him.. but you knew it wasn't true, you knew that you loved junho and that you werent fighting back back because you just wanted him back.. you'd break down in tears in his arms once he comes home, you'll explain it when he's home. he'd understand..right..? you were lost in your thoughts, but reality snapped you out of them.. 2 long fingers were inside of your core, curling and pumping in and out... it hurt so much. it was nothing like you were used to, slow paced and gentle..no..it was fast and rough. you let out a cry, you were in so much pain it made you want to go insane. the rope that was still tied around your arms and waist dug into your skin, burning you as you struggled under the restraints..trying to find a way out. it felt like inhos was trying to split you in half, the rough skin on his finger pads only made it worse. but ofcoourse it had to feel good, because he knew what he was doing. even if it was messy, even if it was rough, even if you didn't like it..he knew how to make a woman feel good past all the pain. he tilted his head up towards you, his dark almond eyes burned holes into yours. "you gonna cum?" instead of a question, it felt like a demand. demanding you to answer yes, scaring you into saying yes.. but you didn't say yes, you said no. you shook your head and mouthed no to inho, not daring to say it out loud..and it obviously made him upset. he sneered at you before grabbing is free hand and pinching your clit before speeding the pace of his fingers. this was something you've never felt before, the pleasure finally overshadowed the pain and it felt like he had just forced your orgasm out of your body. your cum coated his digits, leaving a slightly milky white color on them.. you were catching your breath, it was hard to breath..the pain, anxiety and fear were catching up to you...you felt your throat slowly closing on you..you felt like you couldn't even breath enough air to supply your lungs are this point.. you were so caught up in your own world that you didn't even realize how he was pressing against the bulge that was begging to be freed from his trousers..he stared at you with bleak eyes, there was nothing behind them...nothing but desire and want..you were scared witless of what he would do to your poor body next. and whatever it was, you didn't want it

the bed was creaking under you, the same bed you and juho slept in everyday... you legs were pressing onto your stomach, the skin rubbing against each other. inho was slamming his cock in and out of you.. touching spots you didn't even know could be reached before this. you felt horrible for feeling so good. but you didn't want this. you were a crying moaning mess. your nails were digging onto his hands, the ones that were pressing you down. you were begging for him to stop, you didn't want this..you felt like you were being forced into this. with the life of your husband on the line.. inho let go of your left thigh and reached to your neck. his freezing hand sending shivers through your body as he started to choke you whilst pounding in and out of you..destroying your gummy insides. he lowered his face to you and scoffed, you looked so pathetic. crying and sobbing acting like you weren't enjoying his fat cock. why wouldn't you just admit you liked it for once? "acting like youre the victim while my cocks deep inside of you. is this all women do? complain about everything..just admit you like it. I wont tell." you felt so degrading. you were getting fucked by a man you barely knew on the bed your missing husband and you slept on every day at somepoint. using his life against you and now he's blaming you? was it really your fault? could you have just turned him away and still gotten junho back? was that an option that you weren't told about? you started crying, your weak arms pushing against his chest with no avail. you just wanted it to stop, you were in pain and now you're being told its your fault you're in this situation. you can never win. you began to sob louder, begging him to let you go, louder and louder until you were wailing like a stupid baby. your hand grasped at the tight grip he had on your neck, then to his chest to push him away again. "shut up." he snarled before taking off his hand from your neck, he had left a bruise from how hard he was gripping...with the same hand he harshly slapped you. shutting your cries up quickly. a red spot started to quickly form, your skin was now irritated in what felt like every place on your body.. "you're such a slut. taking the dick of a man 20 years older than you on the very bed your husband would sleep on. do you not feel ashamed? hmm?" he hummed at you, waiting for your reply. but you didn't even mutter a word, nothing. you decided you'll just take it with no noise, if you stay quiet up maybe it'll end faster?.. it should...shouldn't it..you were trying to comfort yourself in your head.. "you can keep trying to tell yourself otherwise but youre nothing but a dirty cheater. taking dick like a good girl. this probably isn't the first time youve done this huh?" he laughed at your now soulless face, he was right when he said he wanted to ruin you. he was doing that, and it got worse with every second that passed. "ffuck I'm close. you better cum or else I'll js' keep on using you until you do." you started to tear up, your clit twitching and your hole began to clench around his cock. you felt good, but terrible at the same time..you doubted he was cumming because he thought you felt good though, it was a factor but it was probably your shape that made him so horny. you were sad, in pain...tired... he got off to it so bad. you let out quiet pants and moans, indicating to inho that you were close too. he started to get sloppy, his pace getting even faster as the wet slapping sound of skin filled your ears to the brim. you felt your clit pulsating, begging for release...once you came you'd be free..you'd be...you'd be....be.. "a-aa.. fuck fuck fuckfck fuck! ouOUGH~" you let out loud, filthy moans. probably for the first time that night, instead of your cries it was your moans and whimpers that the room was now brimming with. inho loved the sound of your noises, your cries, moans, everything. God it made him so horny...once he felt you cum all over his cock he let his go through as well. fucking his orgasm into you deeper, and deeper with a loud groan..

he kept moving slowly, fucking you through your orgasm as your breathes calmed down.. "I want to ruin every inch of kindness and hope for humanity you have left in you. you're so perfect. perfect to corrupt.." his hand raised to your cheek and started to rub it 'lovingly'. you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you go like he had told you he would.

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Another not: I FINALLY FINISHED YAY took me like all day again but ....yay!! I hope u guys liked it. I'm pretty proud of it but idk if its ooc or not... but SMASH THE LIKE BUTTON N HIT SUBSCRIBE 4 MORE..!!!!!!!

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[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO

[its-maemain]

I'm not getting over how last night I went on a tangent about Gotham and Metropolis, and Batman lore

And very early on I say Gotham is in New Jersey. The most thick laughter came out of my father as he stirs my mothers soup and he says, “It is? Of course it is. No wonder it's so fucked up.”

I love my parents but good god, father you never hear me till I'm talking straight at ya

[shotmrmiller]

it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.

he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.

and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.

"simon?"

he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.

"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.

"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.

"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."

what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-

"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."

his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.

he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."

you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"

simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-

he's actually checking the fucking sink.

with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.

lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.

he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.

simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."

oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.

your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.

"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"

your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."

simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.

your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.

they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.

they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.

they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.

"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"

a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.

your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.

"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."

and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.

"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"

a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.

"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."

he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.

your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.

his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"

his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."

he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."

there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.

"on anything?" he rumbles.

your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.

"good."

the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.

he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."

the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.

he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."

the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.

heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.

idiot.