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[pollopom]

i drew this at 3 am

[kingdomoftyto]

....... WAIT. IS THAT LORD MONOCHROMICORN???

[liebelesbe]

I miss my Berufsschul-Klasse 😭 I was finally like. a tiny bit out. about to come out. comfortable with the possibility of being out. and then the universe said "haha I have given you a taste of something you've always wanted! now watch as I take it away!" *makes me get sicker*

[itelya]

Sukuna should have known he was screwed the moment you told him you wanted to go to the mall for "just a few clothes." Now he follows you, shuffling, his arms already laden with bags overflowing with fabric, unnecessary things, and beautifully wrapped treats. He grunts, of course. But he follows anyway.

And then you see it: the makeup store, all glittering. Your eyes lock onto it as if it's calling you. Sukuna sighs heavily—but he doesn't say anything. Because it's you. And even though he won't admit it, he likes watching you.

You glide through the aisles like a strategist, fingers brushing over each package, brows slightly furrowed in your earnest quest. You pick up a lipstick, test it. A thoughtful sigh. A pout in front of the mirror.

Then you call him. "Come here," you say, your voice as soft as possible to make him listen.

He approaches without question, intrigued but obedient—which, coming from Sukuna, is almost a miracle. And without warning, you kiss his cheek. A quick, tender kiss. You pull back immediately, carefully examining the kiss mark.

"Such a pretty color," you murmur, already testing another shade on your lips.

He groans but remains perfectly still. He accepts his fate as a test subject, so you continue. One shade. One kiss. This time, a little lower, on the sharp line of his jaw.

Your gestures are gentle but methodical, as if you were testing the colors on the back of your hand. Except it's him, his cheek, the back of your hand.

People pass around you. A few curious glances linger. He doesn't pay attention. His whole world narrows around you: your quiet laugh, the warmth of your breath, the soft pressure of your mouth against his skin.

By the sixth shade, his face has become a canvas of delicate kisses. He finally sees himself in the mirror—his cheeks stained pink, coral, warm brown… and he's so silent.

You return to his side, lips coated in a deep burgundy that suits you so well. You turn the mirror toward him, proud of your work.

"So, which one do you prefer?" you ask, a teasing smile on your lips.

Sukuna doesn't answer. He watches you, red to the ears, his arms still laden with bags, unable to say a single word. He just leans toward you and places a kiss on your lips.

"This one brat," he breathes with a slight smile that he addresses only to you.

⟢﹒ masterlist

[satoblue]

you know those safety precautions women take just to feel a little less vulnerable in their own homes? house alarms or extra locks — even a pair of men’s shoes by the front door?

well, yours are sneakers. slightly scuffed and huge — just enough to pass as believable. like there is a man of the house. and honestly, you’ve never thought twice about it.

that is — until satoru visits your home for the first time.

like always, he’s halfway through teasing you. this time, it is about your adorable entryway rug. the sorcerer is passing through the doorframe, ducking his head slightly due to his towering height when he suddenly halts in his tracks.

the words stutter to a stop on his tongue. the very tip of his right dress shoe hovers in the air above the floor where he stands frozen — paralyzed.

you can sense the shift in the air. it is not hard to miss. after all, satoru never goes quiet just like that. not unless something shakes the man.

and consider him shaken by the sight in front of him.

he spots a pair of men’s sneakers in the corner of his eye. nothing flashy yet glaring. one is upright, the other on its side. as if they had been haphazardly kicked off just recently.

there’s an eerie silence. a pause. a throbbing in his chest.

to be honest, you didn’t think he’d notice. but that’s the thing about him — you always underestimate what he notices. what he sees.

because in a millisecond, those six eyes are scanning for a thousand possibilities — racing with infinite thoughts you can’t read. but you can feel it — the way his whole body has gone absolutely still on reflex.

“what are those?” he questions lowly.

there is no humor. no teasing grin. just a raw, shaky edge in his voice. and for once, he doesn’t even bother with the usual sarcasm to hide the hurt that’s bubbling up in his chest.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you — it’s that he wasn’t ready to feel this much about the idea of you letting someone else in. of having another man in your life. the very notion makes him sick to his stomach.

you blink, a bit caught off guard by his bothered demeanor and you hurry to explain.

“satoru, it’s not what you think— those aren’t anyone’s. they’re mine… for safety. you know, to make it look like a man lives here.”

soon enough, you watch your words land. you see the way his shoulders shift, the tension breaking only slightly with relief. but then — something darker shifts in his expression. angrier.

but not at you.

at the world.

at the fact that you even have to think that way. that pretending to belong to a man is the easiest shield society gives you.

satoru doesn’t say much after that. he just looks at you for a long, long moment before pretending as though it never even happened.

but the next time he comes over, he comes with a bag. and when you glance by your front door — the old pair is gone.

now, they’re replaced with a pair of his own — some obviously beat up sneakers from his school days. the kind he only kept around for nostalgia.

you lean against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed as you watch him shuffle through your pantry.

“so…” you start carefully, “are you gonna tell me what happened to my shoes, or should i guess?”

“it’s more convincing if they’re worn,” he huffs back quickly like he rehearsed in the mirror, trying to act nonchalant. but you see the way his eyes dart to the shoes in the front — his shoes now. as if making sure they don’t walk off on their own.

“they weren’t even really yours anyway…” satoru grumbles, acting like an unbothered cat marking its territory as he searches for his favorite chips you always keep stocked up for him.

“seriously didn’t expect to walk in and see another guy’s shoes by the door — off brand by the way.” he notes, continuing to mumble to himself before taking a little peek at you. “kind of a jarring welcome, don’t you think?”

you roll your eyes at his behavior. it’s clear as day — he was jealous. not that he’d admit it. not yet anyway. he’s too proud to admit he had gotten jealous over nothing.

when he finally finds his snack of choice, he shuts the cabinet and closes the distance between you in two lazy steps, arms slipping around your waist like it’s second nature and pulling you in close. your heart skips a beat.

“besides,” he adds, mouth close to your ear, voice dropping low. “you could’ve just told me you needed protection.”

and with that, satoru releases you before plopping onto your couch, big sock clad feet propping up on the coffee table like he owns the place — like he’s the man of the house now.

“my savior…” you mumble sarcastically, watching him open the loud bag of chips before popping one in his mouth and flashing you a charming grin as he chews happily.

but you know him. you know that there is something fierce beneath the casual tone — an unspoken promise.

he’s offering — no — he is telling you that he’ll be your home security system. unlimited plan. premium package. comes with a hot boyfriend as a plus.

because there is no world where he’d ever let anything happen to you. as if anyone could even dare to try.

[salthusiast]

Who You Truly Are - Part 2

Viltrumite Mark x Female Reader

Summary: When the Invincible variants arrived on Earth, you never expected to get involved. It’s not like you knew Invincible personally. What you didn’t know was that you’d ended up housing one of these variants, and you didn’t know for weeks. Basically Viltrumite Mark pretends to be the Mark you know.

Word Count: 5k

Other Parts: 1 , 3

Warnings: Alludes to comic spoilers once if you SQUINT, and I mean SQUINT. It's literally "if you know you know" I tried to keep this as open to both show enjoyers and comic enjoyers as possible.

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE FIRST PART. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. I tried to take any advice given to me. Thank you!!!

“I am not working with you again. I don’t care that there is another version of me out there causing issues.” Mark gestures wildly before rubbing his temples.

“You have all the superheroes you could ever need on call. You could defeat half of them without me. You don’t need me right now. I have to be there for Eve. If this other version of me is really that big of an issue, then just send every other superhero you have.” Mark walks past Cecil, leaving him alone in Eve’s room. 

“Mark, please try to be reasonable.” Cecil follows him soon after. 

Mark scoffs, “If I see him, I will take action.” He stops in his tracks. “This does not mean I’m working for you. I will take action if people are getting hurt. Do not expect me to be at your beck and call.” He turns, glaring at Cecil.

Cecil sighs, “If that’s the most you’ll do…”

“It is.” Mark cuts in sharply. “In case you have forgotten, I refuse to work with you. Now, I have other things to attend to.”

“At least let us know if you see him out in public, please, Mark. If not for me, then for the betterment of humanity.” Cecil tries.

“Oh yes, I’ll just shoot you a text! ‘Hey, Cecil, I know we hate each other, but there’s another version of me destroying the world right now.’” Mark exclaims sarcastically, holding his hands up as if questioning whether Cecil is serious. Cecil looks at him unimpressed.

“I don’t hate you, kid.” Cecil responds.

“Yeah, okay, but why even ask? I’m sure you’ll know if there’s an attack or something before I do. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you spy on me even when I’m not out saving people.” Mark looks at Cecil suspiciously.

Cecil sighs; he looks like he’s given up. “Just keep an eye out, kid. Please.”

“I will let you know if another version of me decides to attack me. Otherwise, call somebody else.” Mark reiterates, beginning to walk past Cecil.

“Wait,” Mark stops in his tracks. “You know we’re always here to talk, right?” Cecil looks at Mark, who returns a conflicted look. 

“I don’t really want to talk to you,” He shakes his head, continuing his path, “but thanks.” Mark continues as he exits the Pentagon.

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“Dude, where'd you get this coffee?” You ask, examining the foreign packing of the coffee beans Mark returned with. You take a sip from his cup, and he gives you a weird look.

“Brazil.” He answers.

You roll your eyes. “Very funny. No, seriously, you have to tell me. I gotta know your sources.” 

He looks at you, “Can’t expose all my secrets.” He looks at you, amused.

“Okay fineeee, but you gotta promise to get me some more if we run out.” You relent, finishing his coffee.

“...That was my cup.” He sounds a little despondent.

“Sorry, we can make another batch.”  You smile guiltily. He sighs, but goes to make more. You check the bag of groceries he brought. “Woah, this all looks authentic.” You examine the dry pasta that he bought. 

“Did you travel to Italy too?” You joke, smiling at him.

“Yes.” He responds seriously. You laugh in response and stand up to wash the cup you stole from Mark.

“Oooh, next time you go, you should bring back pizza or something!” You grin at him, finding it funny how he seems so solemn with his responses.

“Hm, perhaps.” He says as he grabs two mugs. 

“Oh, you don’t have to get a mug for me.” You say as he looks up at you, unimpressed.

“Really? So you won’t drink from my cup if I only make one for myself?” Mark narrows his eyes suspiciously.

You shake your head, “No, I won’t, Scout’s honor.” You place a hand on your chest. 

Mark sighs before putting away the second mug. He pours himself a cup and takes a sip. He looks at you, then at his cup. “We should put away the groceries.” 

You nod, “Of course.” You go to help him put the groceries away. 

Mark stops in his tracks, “Are you serious?”

You look at him, then back at the cup you stole again. “Sorry, I wasn’t going to, but you commented on it, so I had to.” You take a slow sip, making it as loud as possible.

“You said ‘Scout’s honor.’ Do you have no honor?” He shakes his head in disappointment.

You snap your fingers, “That’s the thing! I was never a scout.” You put the cup down. “Don’t worry, I didn’t finish it this time.” You gesture vaguely to the cup. 

He walks up to you, frowning. He looks at the cup, “You contaminated it.” 

You laugh in surprise, “Oh, come on, you’ve drunk from my cups before. Think of this as payment for providing you with temporary housing.”

Mark furrows his eyebrows, “I have?” He hesitantly picks up the cup before drinking from it.

“Uh yeah? Wait, I think? Great, now you got me questioning it.” You sigh, heading over to the couch to turn on the TV. “Let’s see what’s on…”

The camera focuses on a massive floating figure. He seems to be towering over Invincible. They appear to be engaging in some sort of fight. The headline proves that your guess is correct.

“Hey, that looks like what the Chicago Destroyer Invincibile was wearing.” You comment offhandedly. Mark, on the other hand, coughs violently before walking over to watch with you.

“‘Chicago Destroyer Invincible?’” Mark quotes you incredulously.

“What? He destroyed Chicago, it’s either that or that one Invincible wearing white. That doesn’t really roll off the tongue— ooh, that was a nice punch.” 

Mark still seems hung up on the “Chicago Destroyer” part. “From planet conqueror to Chicago Destroyer.” He scoffs, muttering the words low enough that you don’t hear. 

“It looks like Invincible’s getting his ass handed to him though… Ouch, that looks like that’d hurt.” You comment, watching as the unknown attacker slams Invincible into the ground.

“Yeah…” Mark doesn’t sound very upset, “He’ll probably die here. That guy looks powerful.” You glare at Mark. 

“You’re supposed to root for the good guy, Mark. Invincible is on our side.” You shake your head disapprovingly, placing a hand on your chest, feeling offended for Invincible. 

He holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m just saying. I mean, look at him. Didn’t you also just say he’s getting his ‘ass handed to him?’” You both look at Invincible getting slammed on the ground and punched into the sky. You grimace as the fight goes out of frame… anddd probably out of that city. 

“Okay, fine, but have some faith. Invincible is the one defending us. I mean, what’s gonna happen if this guy wins? Take over the Earth?”

 

“Yeah, probably,” Mark responds unfazed. 

You chuckle at his deadpan response. “Damn, if we were conquered, what would happen to us? I can’t imagine we’re useful to people who can fly and have super strength like that. Maybe we'd be like slaves? I’d be such an awful slave.” Marks looks at you like you’re crazy.

”You wouldn’t be a slave.” Mark responds. 

“Aww, thanks, I don’t think you’d be a slave either.” You respond affectionately. 

“What? No, of course I wouldn’t— That’s not the point.” Mark shakes his head, looking back toward the TV. 

You laugh at his response, placing your hand onto him, “Didn’t realize you feel so strongly about your ability to not be enslaved.” He stares at your hand, but he doesn’t flinch. He moves slightly away from your touch.

“Very funny.” He replies unamused. “He could, though. Enslave humanity.”

“Invincible? Nah, doubt it.” You play dumb, also knowing fully well that if he wanted, he probably could. Mark gives you a disappointed stare. “Fine, fine. If he truly wanted to, he could. I felt like that was pretty obvious. Not sure why you’re so serious about this.” You mumble. 

“You could die out there,” Mark states, wow, okay. Somebody is feeling optimistic.

“Of course, I could die out there, Mark. Unless you’re secretly Invincible, then there’s nothing we can do if somebody like that invaded us.” You gesture to the TV, feeling yourself get frustrated by his negative outlook.

“Last I checked, Invincible is getting beaten up out there, so like it or not, we can’t change anything.” He gives you a conflicted look. “I’m going to go do some work. I’ll be at my desk.” You stand up, he looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.

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“Conquest was defeated.” Mark later walks into your room. 

“Who?” You ask, still a little on edge. Normally, you wouldn’t care about Mark's comments here and there, but Mark had been making comments like this ever since he started staying with you. It was just so unlike him.

He pauses for a moment, and you turn your chair to him. “That guy who was beating up Invincible. He’s apparently called ‘Conquest,’” Mark elaborates. You nod in understanding.

You look over, and Mark is standing over at the door like a lost puppy. A tall and serious lost puppy. The image is so jarring you almost burst out laughing. You sigh, “I’m sorry.” 

He blinks, “You apologize a lot.” 

You remain silent, “Sorry..?” He looks vaguely amused.

You decide to change the subject, “I tried texting Eve. She is okay. William is fine, too.” Mark hums. 

“Did you tell them I was here?” Mark asks. He makes his tone seem casual, but there is something hidden underneath the surface.

“Uhh, not yet, I literally just heard back from her… I’ll text them right now—“ You jolt as he grabs your hand, halting your movement. “Mark, what—“

“Don’t tell her anything. For a matter of fact, don’t tell William either.” He replies with a sense of urgency in his tone.

You frown, “Did you guys all argue or something? Even if they’re mad at you, I still think they’d want to know you’re safe.” You remove your hand from his grip, barely registering the loss of warmth in your confusion.

“Look… just please don’t tell them. They have enough on their plates as it is. They don’t need to find out my house is destroyed.” Mark tries, looking at you with eyes reflecting some emotion.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Of course…” You reply softly. “Mark, you have to talk to them eventually.”

He nods, “I will, but not today. Just… trust me on this.” He looks down at your hand. He looks up, “Don’t tell them.”

You look at his eyes, pleading. This is probably the most genuine emotion he’s shown (other than joy at destroying you in that game of Uno, but you don’t count that). 

You sigh, “Fine…” The conflict in his eyes is suddenly gone; it’s back to that blank look. You both sit in silence, before he eventually stands up. You frown, “Where are you going?” You ask, watching as he heads towards the front door to leave. 

“Out.” He turns to leave before pausing. “Do you… need anything while I’m gone?” He seems unsure whether he should ask the question. 

You smile, “Oh yeah, just that Italian pizza I was asking for earlier. With your skills in finding hidden gems, I can’t imagine it’s too difficult.” You joke, leaning against your room’s doorway. He gives you a deadpan look before nodding and closing the door behind him.

You frown, “He could’ve at least said yes or no.” You close the door to your room behind you. You go back to work for the next few hours.

Eventually, you take a peek out of your room. Huh, still not here. Whatever he decided to do must be taking up quite a bit of time.

You are scrolling on your computer when you see a headline. It reads “NEW CAMERA SHY SUPER VILLAIN FIGHTS WITH GUARDIANS, ALL GUARDIANS SEVERELY INJURED.” 

Normally, you wouldn’t spare a second glance, but it’s unusual that all the guardians get attacked. You open the article. The giant photo showing this new “super villain” is blurry. There are no defining features. All you can see is that they are wearing dark colors and are floating over the injured Guardians.

“New super villain is pictured decimating the Guardians. There seems to be no previous record of this figure. It appears as if he was after the Guardians specifically. Nobody knows names, but everybody is asking questions. Why did they do this?”

“Early witnesses describe seeing the fight originally between this mysterious individual and Atom Eve. It must have been a planned attack, as Atom Eve was recently out due to presumed injuries acquired during the Invincible War.”

“Whoever this is seems to have a vendetta against her. As of now, all the Guardians are safe and receiving medical attention. Perhaps the most odd thing about this is that this figure fled the fight. Why? We have no idea. However, we’re grateful nonetheless. Eyewitnesses seemed to see the figure flee soon after they started filming the fight up close. Perhaps the new villain is camera shy?” You snort reading that last line.

You look at the photos provided by various witnesses. All show the initial battle between the person fighting Atom Eve. All you can see is their back, you vaguely register that they look to be masculine, but it’s difficult to tell with the low quality and distance. Eventually, when they turn to face the camera’s direction, it just turns into a blur. 

After scrolling through the photos, you read the rest of the article. The second half seems to detail the damage done to the Guardians. It’s crazy how much is occurring right now. First, those Invincibles, then Conquest, and now the Guardians? 

“That’s wild…” You mutter, scrolling up and down through the article.

“What’s wild?” A voice says.

“OH MY GOSH! MARK?!” You press yourself to the back of your chair, jumping in surprise. “When’d you get back?! I didn’t even hear you open the front door?”

He doesn’t respond, instead, your eyes are drawn to the pizza box he holds up.

“Oh, you actually got pizza.” You smile, standing up and walking out to the kitchen. He trails behind you and places the box down.

“You doubted me?” He asks as you grab plates for you two.

“Nah.” You grab a slice. “Anyway, where’d you go?” You ask casually, sitting down.

“Out.” He responds, grabbing the plate and getting a slice.

“Ooh, how descriptive.” You chuckle, taking a bite of the pizza. 

“How were you while I was gone?” He asks, changing the subject. 

“Eh, bored. I was doing some work, but then I got caught up reading an article. Apparently, some guy went out and attacked the Guardians.” His head slowly turns toward you as you speak.

“Somebody attacked the guardians.” He said, looking at you, nodding in affirmation. “Did you see who it was?” He asks casually.

You shake your head, “No. People are saying he’s camera shy. Nobody could get a clean shot without him fleeing the scene.” You chuckle at the thought. Imagine being so powerful that you could take on the Guardians alone, but flee at the first sign of a phone.

“Camera shy.” He repeats, looking at you, and he looks slightly disturbed. 

“Yep, at least that’s what the article said. Wouldn’t show his face anywhere. Must be new. Probably doesn’t want people to be able to trace his identity. Hey, it’s kinda funny how he popped up after Invincibile went MIA.” 

“I doubt he’d want to fight Invincible. Probably creates too many issues.” He looks at the pizza slice, studying it.

“Where’d you get this pizza anyway? I think this is the best pizza I’ve ever had.” You continue, you turn your gaze to the blank pizza box. Not even a company name on there. You snap your attention back to him, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep it a secret too.”

He eats in silence, not making eye contact with you.

“Markkkk!” You groan. “Come on, it can't be that important to keep it a secret.” You frown, looking at him. He continues to eat in silence, ignoring your presence entirely. “We’re friends, right? Come on.”

He finally looks up, “Oh, friends? Hm, didn’t realize.” He says offhandedly. “Are you going to want more?” He asks, looking at the box.

“Changing the subject, I see.” You observe. “We can save it for later.” You finish up your slice.

“Don’t tell me you were actually getting pizza for two hours?” You ask as you start to clean the dishes.

His lips turn up to resemble a smile, “I wasn’t.”

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“Are you sure it was him?” Cecil asks, standing across Eve’s hospital bed. 

She narrows her eyes before standing up, “Yes, I’m sure. I think I’d recognize Mark when I see him.” She starts to walk to the door.

“Anything notable about him?” Cecil asks, following her to the doorway, she pauses.

“Aside from the fact that he single-handedly beat us in combat?” She asks, turning to face him.

“You barely had any time to recover after Conquest, and you were unprepared.” Cecil justifies, shaking his head.

“We didn’t get the chance to tell you that it wasn’t Mark out there. Don’t beat yourself up.” He places a hand on her shoulder.

Eve looks down, frowning, “He fought much differently than I had expected from Mark, even an alternate version.” 

Cecil nods as if expecting that, “He fought like a Viltrumite, right?” She nods. “That’s expected.” He walks past her, gesturing to her to follow. 

“Based on the information we gathered, the version that was left behind joined the Viltrum Empire. We highly suspect he was even raised on Viltrum.” Eve follows behind as he explains.

“While I hate to say it, he’s probably going to share more similarities with Nolan than he will with our Mark.” He pauses to look at Eve.

She looks down, conflicted, “But.. isn’t he a version of Mark? Can we maybe appeal to him in some way? I mean, they are the same person in a literal sense. Deep down, maybe he can be reasoned with.” 

“I doubt it,” Cecil responds, and Eve looks up at him.

“Have you even tried?” She asks, slightly frustrated.

Cecil shakes his head, “No, and if you know what’s good for everyone, you won’t. He’s a Viltrumite. Our Mark is a different case, and if we’ve learned anything from Viltrumites from Viltrum…” He pauses before turning towards her. 

“They see us as lower beings, pets. They cannot be appealed to. Our Mark is the special case. Don’t think that because they’re the same person, they have the same principles.” 

She goes silent, “So, what do you want me to do if I encounter him?” She asks softly.

Cecil looks at her, determined, “Don’t hold back.” 

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You wake up the next morning feeling a tingle in your throat. No…

You are not getting sick. You refuse to. Maybe if you drink water..?

You take a sip, hoping the tingle will go away. It doesn’t. You try clearing your throat to see if it will go away. Damn.

Mark walks into your room, “Are you dying?” He asks, unconcerned. 

“Maybe,” He suddenly looks up alarmed, “I think I’m getting sick.” You both look at each other.

He takes a step back, creating distance between you two. “Oh, come on. Seriously? You’ve been here for days, and you’ve been fine.” 

“I don’t want whatever foreign illness you may have acquired.” He grimaces. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic.” You roll your eyes. 

“I’m not. I just don’t like viruses.” He states. 

“You never even get sick! I rarely see you get sick, if ever!” You exclaim.

“Yeah, cause I keep my distance.” He replies.

“It’s just a sore throat, Mark. It’s not like I have the plague.” You groan. “I’m going to make some tea.” 

He watches you walk past him to the kitchen, following behind you. “How did you even get sick?” He asks.

You shrug, “I don’t know. Stress perhaps? I haven’t been around anybody but you recently. Unless you were recovering from being sick when you came over.” You theorize out loud. Mark watches as you grab a tea bag and mug. 

“I doubt that. Why would you be stressed?” He asks, sitting down on one of the kitchen stools.

“Not sure. There was that attack all those Invincibles did and that whole Conquest thing.” You guess. 

“You weren’t even near those attacks, though.” Mark frowns.

“Yeah, but you were near one of them.” You attempt to clear your throat.

“So you’re stressing over me?” He asks, seemingly confused over the concept.

You misinterpret his confusion, “Mark, you don’t stress me out. Life,” You gesture outside, “does. The possibility of death is a little bit stressful.”

He looks at you, conflicted. You can’t imagine why. “So you’re sick cause you’re stressed about my, what, well-being?” He asks.

You sigh, “Don’t think too hard, Mark.” You can see the gears turning in his head. For some reason, he can’t seem to fathom you caring like that. “I was just guessing anyway.”

“So you don’t even know why you’re sick?” He reiterates, seeming incapable of not understanding how you don’t know the exact cause of your illness.

“That’s kinda what a ‘guess’ means, yeah.” You nod amused.

“Are the hospitals here that bad?” He asks. You can’t tell if he’s actually asking you or not. It seems like he’s talking to himself. 

“What?” You chuckle, confused, “I don’t think a cold requires a hospital trip.” He looks at you, seemingly conflicted.

“Okay…” He doesn’t seem to accept the answer, “Do you need anything?” He asks.

You smile, “Probably just some rest.” You clear your throat. “Ugh, I sound awful.” You shudder. 

Mark watches you for a moment before leaving the room suddenly. You frown, “Damn, bye I guess.” You mutter to yourself.

You drink your tea for about a minute before he returns. He has a blanket in his arms.

You watch as he walks behind you, placing it on your back like a cloak. His hand lingers on your shoulder.

You feel moved by his kindness, so you don’t mention that you feel like you're burning alive. You accept the blanket. “Thanks.” You smile.

He looks at you, eyes softening for a brief moment before looking away. You wonder if you imagined it, seeing as there’s been nothing but a serious expression on his face these days.

“We can share the bed if you’d like. You don’t have to sleep on the couch. I can’t imagine it’ll be helpful for your recovery.” He avoids eye contact.

You chuckle amused before coughing, “Weren’t you the one who didn’t even want to be near me?” You can feel your face heating up. Damn, maybe you have a fever. You do feel like you’re melting.

He eventually looks at you, all softness (imagined or not) gone from his expression. “The offer stands.” He responds.

“What is this, a business transaction?” You start laughing, but launch yourself into a coughing fit. “Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.” You say, not thinking anything of it.

Mark nods stoically, not saying anything else on the subject.

“Mark,” you feel reluctant to bring the topic up, “are you doing… okay?” You think back to his distance from Eve and William.

He pauses, unsure where this is going. “Yes, why?” He responds, his tone betraying nothing.

“It’s just… I thought you and Eve had a” you gesture at him, “thing… going on.” You take a sip of your tea. 

Mark stared at you, “You thought we were courting?” He asks, seemingly appalled by the idea.

“Yeah, I mean you’re with her all the time. Then suddenly you’re here and refuse to speak with her.” You tap on your mug. “It’s not any of my business, I know, but I just want to make sure you’re doing okay.” You look up at him. He looks at you silently.

“I don’t care about Eve.” He eventually breaks the silence.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Mark…” You sigh, “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to.” You take another sip. 

“Just…” you pause, looking up at him. His eyes are dead set on you, his expression cold. “Remember, she’s also your friend. William too. Don’t push them away over something trivial.”

Mark says your name, “Nothing is going on between us. Don’t misunderstand,” you see his expression shift as he says that last part, “I really have nothing going on with Eve.” 

You smile softly, not really believing him. You’ve seen them together. They lean into each other like nobody else exists. They share smiles with each other that nobody seems to understand. They seem to exist purely in each other’s existence. 

“Okay.” You sigh, not really believing him. “Just, at least try to contact them. They’d want to know you’re safe.” 

Mark nods, avoiding eye contact, “Alright.”

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After you finish your tea, you go to watch TV on the couch. Nothing interesting is on the screen. You cough again, and you can feel Mark watching you.

You let the TV drone on for a while before you feel yourself drifting off. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Mark’s attention snaps to the door. You sigh, getting up.

You go to the door, covered in the blanket Mark gave you. ”Eve?” You look at her, surprised. “What’re you doing here?” You sniffle.

“I came here to see how you’re doing.” She smiles, amused. She looks at the blanket on your back. “Sick?”

You nod miserably, “Yeah. Woke up this morning not feeling too good. Do you wanna come…” Something catches your attention to your left.

You can see Mark wildly gesturing an “X,” mouthing something along the lines of “DON’T LET HER IN!” You furrow your eyebrows, but he looks at you expectantly.

“... back later? I’m really not feeling too well.” You force another cough. It sounds real since you are actually sick.

She frowns sympathetically, “Of course. Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay after everything that’s been going on. Haven’t really gotten a chance to check in.” 

You nod, as you watch Mark shake his head disapprovingly to the side. “Of course. I’m glad to hear you’re okay. I trust William is fine, too?” You ask. She nods, smiling, “Yeah, both he and Mark are fine.” You nod before pausing.

“Wait, Mark contacted you?” You frown, confused. You see Mark move toward you, still out of view of Eve.

“Yeah..?” Eve frowns even more confused. 

You look toward Mark, confused, and he gestures for you to close the door on Eve. “Oh, okay, well, thanks for checking in, Eve. I’m going to rest.” You gesture to your room. She nods.

“Of course, get better soon.” She smiles. You wave as she walks away before closing the door and turning to Mark.

“So…” You say slowly. Mark looks down, glaring at the floor as if it offended him. “You did contact her.” 

You sigh, “Mark, I’m not mad or anything. I’m just concerned.” You frown. “Why did you lie about contacting her?” Mark looks up, seeing you looking at him, hurt. 

“It’s nothing.” He brushes it off. You furrow your eyebrows. “Mark, if you’re here just to avoid Eve, then yes, it is something.”

”You think I’m here just to avoid her?” He asks incredulously. 

You look away from him, “Let’s just drop the subject. I’m going to bed.” You start to go to your room to lie down. Mark watches you leave, and he looks hurt. You can’t imagine why.

As you enter your room, you close the door behind you. You are about to go to bed when you see Mark’s bag open. His stuff is scattered right next to it. You sigh, picking up some of his items and throwing them into the bag. You don’t want to step on it or trip over anything.

When you throw some of his stuff into the bag, you notice some bright piece of clothing stashed neatly in there. You were going to ignore it until you saw a bright red stain on it. 

Your eyebrows furrow before you slowly move closer. You didn’t mean to snoop. It’s just that white is a very distinctive color, and a red stain like that doesn’t look normal. Perhaps you can offer to wash it for him? 

Suddenly, he opens the door, medicine in hand, his eyes gravitate to you. He looks at his bag. “What are you doing?” He asks gravely.

“Your stuff was making a mess. I didn’t want to trip over it.” You say. He (not subtly) moves to cover your view of the bag, zipping it up. 

“Get some rest.” He responds coldly. You feel yourself shrink under his cold demeanor. Is he mad at you because of the (unintentional) snooping, or because of the whole Eve situation? You don’t even know.

You do know one thing, however. Mark is hiding something. You don’t know how big, but it’s something he clearly does not want you to know.

Sure, it may not be any of your business, but you can’t help but feel like this is not something you should turn away from. You sit down on the bed, getting under the covers. 

You look at the lone bag that Mark zipped up. He didn’t have to say anything, but the message was clear. “Don’t open this bag.” His eyes told you. 

You flip over, facing the other direction. He has been acting so weird recently, distant. You kept telling yourself it was just shock from what happened, but does shock justify lies? You don’t know.

You look towards the medicine he left on the nightstand. You look at the extra blanket he grabbed for you. You snuggle closer to the blanket. Sure, he’s distant, but he’s still Mark. You turn again to the zipped-up bag.

Right?

Side note: I think this will probably be a 4-5 part series. While I will get that done, I also want to make other fics. I have this one idea for a no goggles mark fic that I'm in the middle of writing, so be on the lookout for that if you're interested. I'll probably post that one next. So yes, there will be a part 3. It just might be a bit of a longer wait than this one was though.

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[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[wordsofwhimsy]

🅲🅾🅽🅲🆁🅴🆃🅴 🅵🅻🅾🆆🅴🆁🆂 pt. 2

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PAIRING: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Reader

WARNINGS: Abusive/Possessive behavior, Smut, Language

INSPIRED: by the song “luther” by Kendrick Lamar & SZA

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♫♪ In this world, concrete flowers grow Heartache, she only doin' what she know … ♫♪

“So how was your day?”  Your knife glided with ease through the steak on your dinner plate.  Taking up your fork, you took a bite.  Cooked to perfection, you think.  You savored the taste.

“Tedious,” Mark responded dryly, devouring his meal with much less mindful intention.  “You’d think these people would have learned by now—why do they keep resisting?”  You could think of a million reasons to give him as an answer, but after so many months you’d finally learned that these types of questions were strictly rhetorical.  Mark sighed, setting down his silverware and looking at you from across the table. “I’m just glad to be home with you.”  You didn’t meet his stare, instead choosing to keep your eyes fixed on your food.  “You look beautiful.”

Your face flushed at his words. “Thank you,” you responded softly, brushing your hair behind your ear and glancing briefly up at him.  Mark watched you with unbridled intensity.  Despite everything that had transpired over the past half year, you still found yourself absolutely enamored by his charm.  The thought of this riddled you with guilt.  How could you still be so attracted to him considering all of the heinous acts he had – and continued – to commit?  What did that say about you?  A familiar sickness bubbled in your stomach; your appetite suddenly gone.  You set down your utensils and let go of a quiet breath.

“Done eating?” He questioned.  You finally gave him your full attention, offering a weak smile and nodding your head.

“It was delicious.  Give Jacques my regards.”  Mark couldn’t understand why you insisted on giving praise to the chef who cooked for the two of you, but then again, he didn’t understand a lot of human things anymore.  To him, Jacques was nothing more than a tool to be used.  An object that Mark possessed and would do away with once it stopped meeting his expectations.  You constantly wondered if he viewed you in the same light.

“Let’s go to bed then.  It’s been a long day.” You hum in agreeance and wait patiently as he stands from his seat and makes his way over to you.  The shackle around your ankle was unlocked, and although it wasn’t tight you still felt relief from its removal.  Its restraint was replaced by Mark’s hand, gently resting on the back of your neck.  This of course was an even better measure of security than the chain could ever be.  You did your best to take your time heading to the bedroom.  This was, after all, the space you spent nearly all of your time.  Whenever Mark was off suppressing the world, you were kept on a chain connected to the bed which was just long enough for you reach the conjoined bathroom.  When he was home you were freed from the shackles, but even that privilege was only recently acquired.

Despite your best efforts, you’d reached the bedroom in less than a minute.  He guided you to the foot of the bed where you took a seat and he stood in front of you, looking down.  His mask was off but he was still dressed down in his costume.  You brought your hands together in your lap, subconsciously making yourself as small as possible.  Mark could hear your heart thudding rapidly in your chest, and he couldn’t help but smirk.  He knew you weren’t ready to admit it, but you craved him.  Deeply, in an almost primal sense.  This was how he knew you truly belonged to him, and he loved it. “So what have you been up to today?” His question seemed cruel, considering the circumstances.

“I finished the book I was reading,” You responded, choosing not to play into his cruelty.  A small, but genuine smile painted your face. “It had a beautiful ending.”  This was a true statement.  You’d actually cried, rather hard for quite a while after it was over.

“That’s nice, maybe you can tell me about it later.” You nodded your head as he slowly puts himself on his knees in front of you, his hands now resting on your thighs. His thumbs rubbed small, slow circles on your sensitive skin causing your breathing to stutter. “You were on my mind more than usual today…”

“O-Oh…?”

“Mhmm.” Mark leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your thigh.  The physical euphoria this small gesture gave you was unreal.  “I couldn’t stop thinking about these legs of yours…” he murmured into your supple flesh before kissing up further, the bridge of his nose pushing the fabric of your dress back as he went.  Your hands writhed around themselves as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fighting to manage your emotions.  Your thoughts were like a broken traffic light, rapidly flashing from STOP to GO over and over again.

As if reading your mind Mark abruptly pulled away, leaving you reeling as you reopened your eyes. Focusing your vision you found him still on his knees in front of your, but his expression read of wild hunger and desperation.  “I need you, [Name].” His hands moved from your thighs to your hips as he raised up on his shins.  Your hands instinctively moved to overlap his as you responded,

“I’ll always be yours.”  Mark felt a high hearing you say this.  He continued to slowly creep up the edge of the bed, his fingers moving to gently touch every part of your body until he completely overtook you.  Your hair fanned out around you as you stared up at him with large doe eyes.  You looked so innocent.  A true wonder that needed to be protected and kept safe.  Just the sight of you overwhelmed his senses.  “Take me,” you breathed in a weak whisper, setting Mark completely over the edge.  Moving as fast he could manage he stripped himself of his suit and you of your panties, opting to keep your loose fitting dress on.

Positioning himself at your entrance, your eyes raked over the immaculate contours of his chest, shoulders, and arms.  He truly did put the Greek statues to shame.  You could feel his tip rubbing back and forth over your slit, pressing for a moment on your most sensitive part eliciting a pathetic plea from you. “Please baby… Don’t make me wait….”  The combination of your innocent expression and sultry words was more than he could take.  Sliding into you felt like entering into nirvana.  He kept the rhythm slow at first as his hands palmed your breast through the fabric of your shirt—no bra of course, he preferred you never have them on for this exact reason.  Your legs were delicately wrapped around his low back, urging him to stay close to you. 

After a moment his hand slipped down your stomach and between your two sweating bodies to your clit, where he rubbed circles with calculated pressure.  You moaned and writhed beneath his masterful touch, your reaction encouraging him further.  “You’re such a good girl,” he praised huskily. “You make me so proud, always taking it so well.”  His praise made you even wetter and he could tell. “Cum f’me baby girl.  You can do it, you’re almost there.”  And cum you did in a panting, sweating flurry.  Your walls squeezing around him was indescribable. 

But the night was far from over of course, with the stamina of a viltrumite he could last for hours.  In a swift motion Mark flipped you both over so he was on his back and you sat on top.  His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he thrust up into you and he bounced you easily on his hard length.  “Maaark~” you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Just bounce on it f’me baby, you’re doing s’good,” he encouraged.  “Just like that, you got it.”  You gave it your best go, although you were still so stimulated and reeling from the orgasm you’d just experienced.  These sexual moments would happen regardless of your opinion, and you found that getting as much enjoyment out of it as possible just made the most sense.  His hands traveled further back to grip your ass, giving him better leverage to pump into you.  You could swear that you were going to rip in half with how deep he was sinking into your cunt. “God you feel so good,” he breathed. “So so fucking good.”

“Ugh, M-Mark I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“Shh, you’ve got this baby just keep going.” His thrusts were becoming more aggressive as you had turned all but into a sniveling mess.  Switching positions once again in an instant, you found yourself flat on your stomach with your ass raised in the air as he railed into you from behind.  Your dress fell down to pool on the bed around your face, and you were grateful for the fact that your eyes were covered.  All of your senses were on overdrive and even the tiniest reprieve was still something.

“Tell me who owns this,” he demanded.

“You do,” your cried into the mattress, fingers gripped into the sheets for dear life.  This went on for what seemed like an unearthly amount of time, being tossed and flipped into every position imaginable and you reaching a climax countless times.  You were truly delirious in the moment when he finally reached his limit and finished inside you.  You both collapsed onto the bed, trying desperately to catch your breath.  Mark of course recuperated much quicker than you, and was putting you into a warm bath while you still found your body to be all but useless.  He cleaned you tentatively and with such sweet softness.  It was in moments like this that you remembered why you loved him.

This was the true duality of man, reflected perfectly in Mark Grayson.  These days he may have publicly rejected all of his humanity, but you still knew it to be there.  A violent, loving, controlling, gentle, possessive, generous creature was the perfect description of all of humankind.  He was a flower growing in concrete.  Confused, beautiful, and strong but trying to exist in a place that wasn’t meant for him.

This was why you would always love him.  Even if it meant hating yourself.

[shen-jius-zoloft-prescription]

Modern AU equivalent of "bodysharing" scumcum where Shen Jiu is the Cang Qiong VP, director of the Qing Jing division, who fought tooth and nail to work his way up in the world despite a destitute childhood and criminal youth, and Shen Yuan is his useless rich boyfriend who spends all day reading light novels and getting into fights on the internet. (Hey, that's how they met! How romantic!)

One day, Shen Jiu has another qi deviation severe PTSD episode; what's different this time around is that, for once, Shen Yuan manages to convince him to take mental health time off work. He says he'll handle it, whatever that means! And Shen Jiu, for once, isn't suspicious, hypervigilant, distrustful enough to question it. He's having a really bad time, okay?!

But Shen Yuan didn't really think it through. What's he supposed to do, tell Yue Qi that Shen Jiu is out for a few days? Shen Jiu will kill him, and then Yue Qi will storm the preposterously expensive and exclusive mental health retreat Shen Yuan put Shen Jiu up in perfectly normal and reasonable outpatient facility, and then Shen Jiu will kill him again.

So, okay, he logs into Shen Jiu's work laptop (his passwords are all the same and so obvious, puh-lease) and he maybe starts just... pretending to be Shen Jiu. Just while he's away! Just to keep people from getting suspicious that Shen Jiu is gone!

And if he notices that Shen Jiu has been maybe... not handling some of his subordinates very well, then... Listen! There is someone who's on a really aggressive and punitive PIP that doesn't look like deserves it. (Let's remove that performance plan, and give him a merit bonus to make up for it... and let's put him on a better assignment, too, we're just making things right! Poor kid!) It also looks like a bunch of stuff in this division is being handled really poorly in general, actually. Figures, Jiu-ge is a brat at the best of times and really fucking mean and jealous at the worst. Maybe he'll have fewer qi deviations mental health crises if comes back this time to an environment that's not cultivating as much bitterness and negativity as possible, ah??

Meanwhile, at the most infuriatingly new-age uwu bullshit daycare for the richest of sad people, Shen Jiu sneaks away to where the cameras and automated surveillance systems (Hello, esteemed guest! This System must insist that you do not try sneaking out the marked emergency exit doors...!) to pull out the work phone he managed to smuggle in, and...

What the absolute fuck?! There is only on person who both knows his password (ugh) and knows his general writing style (ugh!!) who would be stealing his identity to meddle in his work!

The next several days are spent with Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu logging each other out in turns, and desperately trying to undo the damage the other has caused in their brief moments of control.

Yes, this does continue even after Shen Jiu returns from his mental health retreat. If nothing else, it keeps the Qing Jing division on its toes, and massively confuses one intern Luo Binghe. (The signals. are mixed.)

(Only Shang Qinghua knows what's up, but he's not saying jack shit because he is 100% committing identity fraud himself. “Shang Qinghua” is the name of a dead man with a good credit score, no debts, and no ties to the criminal underworld or warrants for his arrest, so, you know, “it's free real estate” or whatever. "He's dead! He's not using it anymore! It's fine!")

[miyukisu]

A Trace of Body Paint .ᐟ

❤︎ Request | He's learning anatomy for his art class—you'll help him, right? 3.1k wc ╰ feat. artist!shidou ryusei (bllk) x afab!reader

tags - lots of tension and build up at first, p*rn with plot, college au, artist! shidou, he and reader are both experienced, FILTHY, dirty talk, unprotected smeggs, rough smeggs, face f*cking, creampies, overstim, no y/n, not beta read

MEGA MASTERLIST

minors do not interact

"Yeah! I'll see you next week for my next assignment. Okay?"

Yeah right... next week...

You didn't peg Shidou as the type to flake on you, especially since he was the one who needed something from you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, then your mind wandered to impossible territory.

Maybe he found a different person to model for him.

Maybe you weren't good enough a model and he was getting low marks because of you...

But wouldn't that be his fault?

Maybe... he dropped out of class?

Every possibility crossed your mind, but not once did you think of actually asking him, "Hey, what's up with not calling me anymore to model for your art class? You know... THE THING WE DO WEEKLY?"

But pride does get the best of us. You are no different. Either the world ends or he grovels at your feet for ghosting you like that. Anyway, why did you care so much?

Shidou Ryusei only asked you to model for him for a few weeks for an art course he was taking. It just so happens you two were close and your schedules matched (and he thought you were really pretty). In exchange, he'd treat you after every drawing session. Ordinary stuff—that was until you slowly started to develop feelings for him.

There was something about the way he looked at you as he studied every minute detail—making sure they were all transferred to paper. He made you feel so... beautiful in ways you've never realized before. But most of all, you fell for such a creative and passionate spirit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts upon spotting a familiar hairdo across the quad. Your eyes met and you made sure not to waste this opportunity—glaring at him, making sure he knew how much he had pissed you off. Shidou looked left and right, possibly trying to find a way out of it. But maybe the intensity in your eyes worked because before you knew it—he was making his way to you.

"Hey..."

"Really? That's all you have to say after ignoring the texts I sent last week?"

"Eh... must've missed them," he lied.

"What about the time you saw me near your building? You missed me standing a meter away from you?"

"Guess so," he lied again.

His nonchalance made you want to rip your hair out. This hot-and-cold treatment was driving you up the wall. It was clear with the exasperated look on your face.

Though, his eyes never left yours—those same damn eyes that stared at you for hours. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't.

"Why did you even walk over here?"

He sighed like he didn't gave a shit. "You looked like you were about to murder me."

"Shouldn't you be running away then?" you countered. Shidou simply shrugged. "I'm not sure either."

You were about to unleash your fury, but he sighed loudly before continuing. "Fuck... fine. I've been avoiding you."

"Yes. I can clearly see that. The question is—why?"

"Look. I've been getting the highest scores in class because I have the luxury to have an actual person model for me... while everyone else relies on references on the internet or whatever," he explains. "But now... it's..."

"Isn't that a good thing then?" you asked—confused by his reasoning, but even more confused by his change in demeanor.

He shook his head. "Nah... it's just... I won't be needing you anymore."

Your jaw dropped. He said it so casually like it didn't just left a gaping hole in your chest.

"I mean," he backtracked. "We're gonna start drawing nude figures soon, so either you're willing to strip for me or—"

You cut him off. "Are you gonna draw my face with it?"

"Eh, all I need to draw now is the body since we're done with portraits and—"

You cut him off again. "Then draw me."

"Wha—" Shidou was cut off once more. "You heard me. Draw me," you say, as if challenging him.

It earns a hearty laugh from him—one you haven't heard in a while. "You're saying you're gonna stand butt naked in front of me while I stare at you for an hour or two? You know how that sounds, right?"

"It sounds like you're gonna stare at me butt naked for an hour or two."

You were so shameless, he thought. But it was one of the many things he liked about you. He chuckled, amused by the way things turned. Well... what kind of artist would he be to turn down such an enticing muse?

Shidou let out a low whistle as soon as the last article of clothing met the floor. You used to do these drawing sessions in the library—when all he had to observe from you were innocent things like your eyes, your hands, your hair, and so on.

But now that you have to bare everything to him, you figured the only place to do it was at his dorm. It was like what you imagined: cluttered but artsy enough that you could let it pass.

You stood awkwardly in the middle, feeling a bit chilly with nothing to protect you. But you posed, placing a hand on your hip while looking off to the side. That way, there wouldn't be any awkward eye contact.

Shidou sat down on a stool and quickly got to drawing. He said nothing as his eyes constantly flitted between the paper and your body.

The first few minutes in—you became hyperaware of everything. The fact that he was seeing absolutely everything. The absurdity of this entire situation. But most of all, the way your body was reacting to his gaze.

From your peripheral, you could see his gaze linger a bit too long at times. He'd bite his lower lip every so often and it made you feel conscious. Was he doing that because he could see your nipples hardening due to the temperature? Maybe he noticed the way you'd subtly rub your thighs together?

Whatever it was—it had him clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable.

Around 15 minutes pass, until he finally spoke. "Feeling tired yet?" he asked without looking up from his paper. You figured he was applying the final touches at this point.

"Yeah. A bit."

He hummed in response. "Get comfortable on my bed then."

"What? On your bed? Now?"

Shidou looked up from his paper. At this point both of you were desensitized by your nakedness (or so you thought). "Yes. Now. I have to draw you in at least 3 poses."

Three?

You gulped. But, once more, pride creeps up. You can't just challenge him to draw you naked so boldly—only for you to back down now. You gathered yourself and sat on his bed which was only a few steps away.

"Go on. You can get comfortable," he encouraged.

So you did. You lied down on your side, propping your head up on your hand. The scene that had unfolded reminded you of that one Titanic scene: Rose sprawled out for Jack to draw.

Knowing that, the moment felt too intimate. But you sucked it up... even though there was an unwanted wetness forming at your core.

Shidou shifted in his seat again, lowering his paper on his lap. "Alright, keep that position," he said, a bit strained.

In this position, you couldn't look off to the side. Your only option for the next few minutes was the wall behind him or Shidou himself.

At some point, your eyes met. There was something in his eyes you've never seen before. It wasn't the usual focus he had; it was something else. Something more intense.

But the 2nd pose passes soon enough and you were down to your last.

"What should I do now?"

He sighed, looking over his current sketches. "Lemme think. I'm having a hard time getting the details right."

"Maybe it's because you're sitting so far away," you commented—not thinking about what it implied.

His eyes zeroed in on you again—caught by your words. You want him to come closer with you like that and him slowly losing his composure? You were playing a dangerous game and you had no idea yet.

Shidou finally stood up from his chair, walking over to the bed. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but he was hard. His length strained against his fitted pants. The sight had your mouth watering.

He sat down beside you, eyes never leaving yours. The atmosphere seemed charged with the way you two found yourselves slowly leaning into each other.

"You look great," he whispered. It was something he always said in these sessions. It was a rather simple compliment. But it held more weight now.

"Thanks," you meekly responded. Neither of you realized how fast he inched towards you. His lips were a breath away. You showed no signs of backing away, so he went in.

He pressed his lips on to yours. The kiss felt hungry—needy almost—like he was fighting off this urge for so long. Before you knew it, his weight pushed you down on the softness of his bed. His scent enveloped every sense, clouding your judgement.

Shidou pulled away, breathless. "Pose like this."

He sat upright, eyes raking over your body. This time, he didn't hide the way his gaze would linger on certain parts. His hands ran down your legs, admiring the softness of your skin.

Then, without warning, he pried your legs open. But you didn't stop him. His pink irises trailed down to your core, seeing how wet you've gotten. Shidou thought he was drooling.

"Fuck... I wish I could draw this."

You feel your chest tightening. "Why not?"

"And let everyone see this?" his fingers ghosted over the skin of your inner thigh. "No chance in hell. I want to be the only one to appreciate my muse."

He let his thumb swipe through your folds softly before pressing lightly into your clit, earning a mewl from you. He kept circling the sensitive nub as if in a trance.

"I know what I want the last pose to be," he says. You moan a little louder as he rubs your clit faster. "Want your last pose to be you all fucked out... think you can do that?"

Words got caught in your throat. But it hardly mattered. It didn't seem like he'd take 'no' for an answer anyway.

Things escalated quickly because you soon found his finger plunging in and out of your quivering hole. He made sure to curve it in a way—relentlessly hitting that gummy spot on your walls.

He added another finger, wanting to hear more of your breathless moans reverberating throughout his room. To hell with it if his neighbors heard. This was music—it was art in its purest form.

"Shit... might just cum in my pants from this." He almost did after you clenched down on his fingers, cumming for the first time today.

Even as you coat his digits with your essence, he keeps pushing his fingers in and out until the fluttering died down a bit. He pulled his sticky fingers out before having a taste, savoring every last bit.

He made quick work of his belt, pulling down his pants and letting his member out. Your eyes widened. Not only was his size impressive, but his tip was incredibly swollen and leaky—like he couldn't wait anymore.

Shidou exhaled deeply, feeling the chill of his room brush over the sensitive length. He locked eyes with you again. "Care to take care of me a bit? My hand hurts from all that drawing... and... well, you know what else."

Normally, you'd bite back at his teasing. But your mind was fuzzy. All you could do was wrap your fingers around his length, slowly tugging it at first. The pleasure he felt after being so hard for so long took the strength from him. He almost fell on top of you if it weren't for his thick arms supporting him from either side of you.

"C'mon... do it fucking faster," he ordered. You obeyed—jerking him off as fast as you can without hurting him. It wasn't long before his own hand wrapped around yours as he continued to fuck into your fist. Next thing you knew—hot ropes of cum painted your stomach.

Even he was in a daze as he observed a part of him stained you in such an intimate way. He slowly leaned in, his breath fanning your face. "Hey, can I paint you like this? You look even better with my cum all over you."

You let go of his semi-hard member, slowly tracing his muscles up until you cupped his cheek. Gently, you pulled him down for a searing kiss. It was more than enough for him to know that you too wanted more.

He became rougher—biting your lip and fighting your tongue for dominance. As you pulled away for air, Shidou moved quickly to straddle your upper body. He shamelessly took his cock and slapped it against your lips a couple of times.

"Gonna have to help me get hard again, sweets. Help me out, won't you?"

Though he didn't really give you time to respond as he invaded your mouth inch by inch. One hand held the headboard while the other supported your head. He rolled his hips slowly, gauging how much you can take in at a time.

But, clearly, he underestimated you when you gripped his hips and pulled him in yourself. You felt his cock spring back to life steadily. He pulled out his hardened shaft, letting you breathe. It was only now you realized the grin that crossed his face. He was enjoying this way too much.

He went back to hovering over you, his cock bouncing at every move he made. Your body was jelly at this point—not even a bit of resistance as he flipped you over so easily. He licked a long stripe from your lower back up until your nape. The fresh saliva combined with the chilly air made you shudder.

He carelessly lifted up your hips. With your cheek pressed into his pillows and your ass up in the air, he only got harder at the sight. He leaned down to be eye-to-eye with this so-called masterpiece, your cunt.

His nimble fingers toyed around with your soaked folds, chuckling to himself. "Man, I don't think I could ever capture something so damn beautiful."

He gave it a quick lick to test. "Well, unless you let me get familiar with her long enough." Another lick. "Maybe I can capture at least half of its beauty." Another lick. "Don't you think?"

A muffled sound was the only thing he got from you. "Yeah? You're gonna let me get to know her? As an artist, I'm overjoyed right now. Maybe I should show you."

And show he did.

He lapped up at your arousal, tongue licking long stripes each time. Your legs threatened to give out every time he flattened the pink muscle against your twitching hole. It didn't take long before he started darting in and out. Helpless groans filled his small dorm room.

Big calloused hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, making sure you stayed in place for him to enjoy. He was so messy... so so messy. Shidou suckled on your clit—really trying to coax another orgasm from you.

It didn't take much more for you to cum again, but this time all over his mouth. He happily took in everything, reaping the fruits of his labor.

He gave your ass one quick kiss as if to show his thanks. But he wasted no time lining up his painfully erect cock against your entrance. "Fuuuuck, I need to be inside you already or I'm actually going to explode," he muttered.

At first, it was just the tip. But it stretched you out so good already. The needy whine that escaped you was a testament to that. It only made him grip your hips tighter, surely leaving a mark for you to see tomorrow. Carefully, he pushed in more of his length, feeling every bump of your pussy engulf him.

"Shit. This is the stuff."

But he got impatient, shoving in the rest of his length without warning. It was so tight, so warm—too inviting for him to handle. His hands left your hips, opting to find support on the mattress instead. His thick arms caged you as his chest pressed against your back.

He continued to whisper the filthiest things in your ear, kissing your neck occasionally. But for as slow and sensual his voice may seem, his hips snapped with reckless abandon. He wasn't shy about giving you your third and, maybe, fourth orgasm of the day while chasing his own.

"You finally understand why I didn't want to ask you?"

"Yeah... I knew I was gonna end up fucking you real hard."

"But this is so much better than what I imagined."

His words brought you over the edge, cumming again. But the overstimulation rendered you thoughtless. The only thing on your mind was how good he was dicking you down.

"Fuck... Ryu!" you screamed. His grin only grew wider.

"That's it. Scream my fucking name. Let them hear it."

Your wanton moans encouraged him to go faster, mercilessly pistoning into you. It wouldn't be a surprise if you came another time on his cock.

Shidou harshly grabbed your tit, hoisting both of you up into a sitting position. This way, his cock reached even deeper into you. He kneaded your neglected breast while keeping you steady by the waist.

He showed no signs of slowing—even reaching down to play with your clit. A tear was rolling down your face from how sensitive he made you. But he quickly licked the salty tear off of the curve of your cheek.

He whispered softly, "Cum with me."

Just like the obedient muse that you were, you did. You clamped down on him as he shot rope after rope of gooey seed into you. Finally, he slowed down a bit, letting him empty himself in your pulsing cunt.

As you calmed down and he softened, he gently laid you back down on the soft mattress of his bed. He watched as his cum oozed out of you, smirking to himself.

"My best piece of work yet."

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╰ author's note WHAT THE FUCK DID I WRITE DAWG I WAS SO ON EDGE THE WHOLE TIME HELP WHY IS IT SO FILTHY

[odinsblog]

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[infinite-orangepeel]

steve & eddie hate sex in which they continue to try to piss each other off by spitefully leaving as many obvious marks as possible.

eddie sinks his teeth into the fleshiest parts of steve’s muscled thighs—reveling in the idea that he’ll have no way to hide those pretty bruises under his tiny basketball shorts at practice. reveling even more in the way steve gorgeously writhes & gasps each time he bites down.

in retaliation, steve sucks as many hickeys as he can right beneath eddie’s ears, below his chin, & on the sides of his neck until it looks like someone’s painted his pale skin with a palette of overripe berries.

eddie groans beneath steve—twisting & turning at the beautiful ache, “fuck you, harrington. i’m not wearing a scarf in the middle of the goddamn summer. i’m gonna start telling people it was you—i’m not fucking around anymore. i’m not hiding.”

eddie figures it would be steve’s worst nightmare to have people find out he’s been falling into bed with the town freak night after night. what if they all thought steve wanted eddie for real—that this wasn’t just something they did to deal with how fucking detestable they find each other? what if they thought steve actually had real feelings for him?

“tell them,” steve yanks eddie’s hair—which feels all too many types of good (though, he’d never admit that), “i dare you,” he tugs on his earlobe with his teeth—bitchy, as usual, “see what happens.”

eddie’s not expecting this response.

he thought steve would cuss him out or threaten him with crueler words.

this strays from their routine. causes eddie to question if he understands the true nature of what’s really going on here—in this bed, in this world they’ve created for themselves.

unsure of what to do, he flips steve over—bites a path down his chest, meanly snapping the waistband of his underwear when he gets there so the skin shines red, “fine—i’m gonna tell them you’re obsessed with me,” he sinks his teeth into the spot where steve’s hip meets his side, “i’m gonna tell them you won’t stop begging me to make you mine. i’m gonna tell them you love me. how’s that, harrington?”

steve stops what he’s doing immediately.

the only sound left in the room is the record spinning on eddie’s nightstand & the shallow breaths shared between them.

“go ahead,” steve’s eyes are glistening, “i want you to.”

eddie swallows, his face hot, his limbs trembling, the marks on steve’s body looking more & more like a secret language only the two of them could ever possibly understand.

eddie cautiously kisses steve on the corner of his mouth, whispering, “you should know better than to tempt me with something like that,” he pins his wrists down—gently stroking the place where he can feel steve’s pulse, “you sure? i might just ruin your perfect little reputation.”

steve leans up to suck at eddie’s collar bone until it turns a nice raspberry shade—proof of something greater than the both of them, “you’ve already ruined me,” he gestures to the marks on his thighs, his chest, his abdomen, “do you think i’d really let you do all this if i was worried about my reputation?”

the next day, they show up hand in hand at school & no one can quite figure out what transpired—seemingly overnight—between these two sworn enemies, but they figure the multitude of hickeys & bite marks peeking out from under their clothes might have a little something to do with it.

[lovethegenuine]

Cut From the Same Cloth.

Art by: urinecrust on tiktok!

Read it on ao3! (kudos appreciated)

pairing: stalker/human!hector x afab/stalker!reader

Summary: An alternate reality where you've taken up stalking your next-door neighbor, Hector, only to find out he has the same sick and filthy obsession for you.

Warnings: Obviously +18, this is literally porn in essay format. non-con voyeurism (hector hides under your bed), oral sex, pnv sex, mutual stalking, biting/marking. Let me know if I missed something!

Notes: I love writing alternate realities, so don't kill me. I wanted to stalk him as much as he did for the player. Hector has me WHIPPEDDDD he's been all over my fyp so I cracked my fingers and got to fucking WORK. Originally, this was gonna be a series, but I already have a series going, and I can't focus on one thing to save the life of me, so one-shot it is! If this gets a good amount of attention, I'll consider turning this into a series. (more notes at the end for no spoilers!)

Word Count: 5.0k

Additional Notes: need that submissive hvac system

You'd always been the obsessive type.

As a kid, you would often become attached to various things, alive or material. It never did get better as you got older. In fact, the right person would consider it worse than before. However, you weren't the right person. If anything, you thought of yourself as charming. Wouldn't it be nice to be worshipped? To be loved beyond comprehension? This was always your way of justifying a lot of your weird behaviors. And it was the same for your new obsession: your next-door neighbor.

You had only seen him once, when you ran into him while leaving your home. You had given him a smile possibly too wide that he returned with a flushed face and pouted lips. That was more than enough for you to fall for him. He avoided you like the plague after, but given that you both lived side by side in an apartment building, you could hear him plenty, and you reveled in this.

All the times he spoke, coughed, or cursed. You heard it. The walls weren't thin enough to distinctly make out words, but you knew what his voice sounded like, and that's what mattered to you. Even on the nights when he moaned out just a bit too loud, you heard and cherished it.

After a month of having your new crush, you had already collected two beloved keepsakes—a recording of his moans and a piece of mail addressed with his full name.

Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado.

Sort of a mouthful, not that you minded. But, for the sake of quickened pleasure, you preferred to moan just his first name as you dreamt of all the ways you could confess to him.

Hector, I love you.

Hector, I need you.

Hector, let me be yours as you are mine.

Never mind the fact that you had only witnessed his existence once. Still, you continued to trace the outline of what little memory you had of him in your mind. From his brown skin, curly hair, and bushy eyebrows, to his crooked nose and faded mustache. You didn't care if these were the only traits you could recover. It was a blessing to you, nonetheless, and got you off many times.

You did, however, start to wonder if he was genuinely avoiding you, given that you never saw him again after you'd seen him in the hallway. If it weren't for the occasional sneeze or cough, you would have thought he was dead.

You did attempt to take it upon yourself to perform several wellness checks on Hector, but you could never catch a time when his door wasn't attentively locked.

Were you ugly? Was your smile too tense? Weren't you easy on the eyes? Didn't he want to see you too?

Every time you questioned yourself, it made you hot with anger. Can he see how fucking hopeless it made you to live without him? How crazy you became just at the idea of him? You started to suspect that he'd been depriving you of his presence on purpose.

He liked it—loved it, actually, to see you wallow and sulk around like a lost puppy. It was a test; you were sure of it. A test to see if you needed him as severely as you said you did.

After a whole day of working at your customer service job, you became especially riled up. You passed by his door as you did daily, but this time you stopped. Hector continued to stay hidden in the confinements of his home. Shifting your feet, you placed yourself directly in front of what now looked like the gates of heaven to you. You let one gentle fist raise as you contemplated the idea of giving his door a knock. Would he answer? What would you say if he did? I love you?

You eventually gave up and trailed back home, still yearning for just one interaction.

As you lay awake in your bed that night, you recounted that same series of questions you were forced to ask with no answer to follow. As you stirred in your anger, you slowly let your hand trail down to the waistband of your shorts. You teased yourself, pretending as if Hector was the one controlling the pace. Once you eventually let your hand enter your pants, you danced around the fold of your lips, gently dipping your fingers in and out, not yet probing yourself as you continued with your odd fantasy.

"Please, Hector. Let me feel you." You shuttered.

You hoped for a second that he'd manifest from the darkness of your apartment to take care of you. You wished so badly that he'd sense your pain and ease you with a pleasure only he could provide. If only he'd take control.

What did he smell like? What were his hobbies? Did he think you were pretty? What would he say as he fucked you? Would he be sweet or controlling? Honestly, just getting to know what he felt like would've been a gift alone. Was it bigger in width or length? Did his erection have a curve? What made him hard? What did he prefer in a partner? It didn't matter. You could become anything he wanted you to be at the drop of a hat. You'd do anything.

You eventually became so bothered that you lost control and began penetrating yourself. With two filthy fingers, you found yourself stretched around your digits as you continued to call out for Hector.

That is, until you heard his voice.

It was soft but close enough that you heard exactly what he said.

Your name in a soft whimper.

You thought for a second that you might've been mistaken, considering how close it was. It sounded crystal clear, like he was in the room with you. You put your masturbation on pause as you contemplated your sanity. Were you so pent up with lust that you started to have audible hallucinations?

Then came a soft exhale. It was crisp, not like the muffled quality you were so used to. In fact, you had half a mind to believe it came from under you. In all honesty, if Hector really were under your bed, you would jump for fucking joy. Just the idea made you shiver with delight. So, for fun, you decided to take a look.

You gathered yourself out of bed and bent under to take a peak. Aside from the occasional dust bunnies, the space under your bed was usually clear. On any night, you could look under and see the moonlight reflect off the floor across the other side. However, there was now a black mass in place of the empty space. It took your eyes a second to not only adjust but comprehend what was in front of you. When you eventually did, you were met with the awkward face of,

Hector.

His eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, frozen in place, waiting for your reaction.

You took a short breath, letting your body fall back in disbelief.

He took this as disgust and immediately fumbled awkwardly from under your bed.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll leave. I'm leaving now." He couldn't even look at you as he rambled on, apologizing profusely as he scrambled to fix himself.

He was touching himself. Not just anywhere, but under your bed. It was perverted, disgusting, horrific even. But above all things, it was filthy.

And it was your type.

Just as Hector was about to rush out of your room, you grabbed hold of the cuff of his jeans. It made him trip slightly, but it also got his attention. He looked back at you, angling his head downward to meet your eyes. He'd been so quick with his attempted exit that you hadn't really gotten a chance to look at him. Now that he was out from under the shadows of your bed, you could take in his appearance, just as you did the first day you met him.

His face was flushed, presumably with embarrassment. He looked at you like he was about to pass out. This was accompanied by his ragged breath and shaky legs. It was cute, just as you knew he would be.

"Why are you rushing to leave?" You pleaded.

You'd finally gotten what you had wished for: mutual attraction. Which is what you also assumed he'd hoped for. So you couldn't understand why he would even fathom leaving you again.

"Don't you want me to?" He squeaked.

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Did I say that? Come on, don't do this to me, Hector." You begged. It was slightly pathetic, but you were shamelessly desperate, and not an ounce of you could care less.

He raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised. You continued to look up at him, waiting for him to do anything. Letting go of his cuff, you watched the gears seemingly turn in his head. He looked at the exposed window in your room for a breath and then shuffled his feet to face you. You almost lost your breath as he squatted down to your level, his face now inches from yours. You felt your jaw falter as you became lost in his appearance. His mustache was fuller than before, as were his eyebrows. His brown skin was glossed with sweat that you knew would taste just as delicious as it smelled. One more second, and you would've taken your tongue to lick up the sweetness that seeped from his flesh.

He turned away from you with the same pouty lips he had in the hallway.

"Please, don't stare at me. I can't tell if you're disappointed or not." He mumbled.

His voice was meek. You could tell he wasn't much of a stand-up guy, given how hesitant he was in front of you. Was this the test? Was he behaving like this to see if you really were desperate? You finally had him, or would eventually have him. Not only that, but he presented himself to you. How sweet was he to not only return your affection but to stay.

"Disappointed?" You hurriedly closed the gap between you. With one swift motion, you took your tongue and slid it across his shut lips.

This was your way of giving your beloved consent, not that you felt he needed it. If he wanted you, he could've had you.

You leaned away for a moment to catch a glimpse of his reaction. He fell back, unable to handle his weight after your cheeky taste. He then lifted a shaky hand to cover his now immensely flustered expression.

"I've seen you already, haven't I? Hector. Valentino. Airnesto. Condicionado." You made sure to emphasize how well-known he was to you. How much care you had put into getting to know him with what little material he'd given you.

"If I was disappointed, would I be so eager to fuck you?" You leaned back into Hector's bubble, letting your hot whispers caress his slick neck.

You felt him shift under you with one nervous whimper. The faint light from the lamp on your bedside reflected off his sticky neck. Just one more inch and your teeth would collide into his sweet skin, finally getting to know what he tasted like.

"Ah, you, uh, know my full name." He sighed, his voice trembling with every word.

"Is that bad?" You replied without a beat, taking a moment to look at him from under his chin.

He fumbled over his words, taking quick looks at you before averting his eyes with growing embarrassment.

"No. It's just, well." You knew he had more to add to that thought; however, you became too impulsive at the moment.

Letting your greedy mouth take control, you began to suck at the side of Hector's neck. With every suckle, you listened as he attempted to put his thoughts into words rather than gibberish.

"God, I can't, my love, when you, please..." He tried to push you off with one weak hand to no avail.

He tasted rather salty in a way that made sense to you. It was gritty, rich, and a bit sour. Overall, it wasn't a bad taste by any means.

"I can't, I can't meet you like this." He whined.

"I'm sorry for being so desperate. Fuck!" He let out a tiny yelp once you added your teeth.

Once you had finished sucking, you unlatched your teeth from his neck. You looked at the spot you'd been working on to find a dark, purplish hickey in its place. A disgusting grin spread across your lips as you admired your creation.

As if you'd sucked out all of his energy from one kiss, he fell back now with his body entirely on the floor and under you. Seeing him sprawled out on your floor was practically a dream come true. What would you do with him first? Get to know him or get straight to business?

"This isn't how it was supposed to go!" Hector whined again, his body trembling as he attempted to slide out from under you.

"I was supposed to take you out first, get to know you, make your night. I was supposed to court you like a gentleman!" He haphazardly cupped one side of his face with one hand as he moved up.

You countered his attempts by stepping over him with every shuffle backward.

"Please, my love. I can't have you like this." He pleaded with you.

"You're a hypocrite, you know that, Hector?" You chuckled.

"You need to court me? Be a gentleman? Do gentlemen hide under the beds of the people they plan to pursue?"

He'd crawled out to the middle of your living room, making no progress in the sheepish attempt to escape from under you.

"I'm sorry, I truly meant to be patient, but after countless nights of hearing you moan my name, it was hard to stay forbearing." He finally looked up at you, meeting your eyes with a sulking expression.

"I don't need your apologies. Neither do I need you to woo me properly." You knelt your head back down to meet him almost at his lips.

"Wanna know the best way to win me over?" You snarled with bated breath.

Hector eagerly nodded his head.

"With every ounce of my being." He whispered back at you.

You cut the remaining inch between you and planted a gentle kiss on his warm yet dry lips.

"Fuck me." It was rather forward, but there was no other way to say it. You needed him.

He followed your lips as they left his, yearning to meet them again in the middle.

"Ok, I can, I can do that for you." He mumbled, returning the kiss with a more hastened attitude.

You found a comfortable spot on his lap as you finally laid your body onto Hector. With the way that you were positioned, you could feel the outline of his hard-on prodding at your pussy through the fabric of both his and your pants. It was wonderful—this moment of intimacy you could finally behold. You were on top of your cherished next-door neighbor, and kissing him at that.

After a minute of tender kisses, Hector let his hands finally touch you. Your whole body shivered as they began to roam across whatever exposed skin you had. He started at your shoulders, and soon his fingers traced down your arms, then to your back, where he rolled up the bottom of your loose tank to travel up your spine. You had planned to take advantage of the position you were both in by exploring every inch of Hector's skin, but he kept you low to him while slowly working towards eliminating your tank top. You let a series of small moans spill from your lips into the kiss. You felt his lips curl into a cheeky smile before you had to break the contact to finally remove your top.

"Contain yourself, my love. We haven't even started." Hector chuckled, still slightly awkward, but he was beginning to become more charming nonetheless.

Your chest was now exposed to him, given that you weren't ever wearing a bra. He tried to take a good look to marvel at the shape, but soon he became preoccupied again with marrying his lips against yours. So, he left it up to his hands to get to know every inch of them. He fondled your breasts with such a gentle touch that it was almost as if he believed they would shatter if he were to apply any more pressure.

You broke the kiss, which earned you some complaints in the form of whimpers from Hector. While it was cute, you paid no mind to it. Instead, you became concerned with something else: the skin under his shirt. He kept his warm hands on your breasts, groping and pinching at the tips of your nipples while you slid your hands under his top. Your fingers slowly started to become acquainted with the details of his exterior. This was, however, a challenging feat to accomplish because, with every pinch Hector gave your nipples, you tensed up with unfathomable pleasure. You felt your arms stall at his chest hair as you tried to twirl the hairs between your fingers to no avail. You didn't think you would ever be this sensitive, but soon you found yourself trembling from his comforting touch.

"Something wrong?" He cooed.

You could only whimper in response, which was pleasantly pathetic. The palms of his now increasingly hot hands slid off your delicate chest, down the sides of your quivering torso, finally finding themselves at the waistband of your shorts. With one sly finger, he tugged at the fabric, watching—waiting for your reaction.

You didn't realize it, but you'd closed your eyes shut, and it didn't occur to you until you had felt the sensation of his fingers creeping into your pants. You looked at him with eager eyes that he read immediately. Sitting up, Hector shifted his arms to cradle you as he turned the tables on you. You soon found yourself in the position he was in just a moment ago, under you. Your bare back lightly hit the cold floor, and once you were settled, he began to remove not only your shorts but your underwear as well. It was apparent that he was just as anxious to get what he'd wanted, just as you were.

"I do want to apologize for my growing absence, my beauty." He was practically salivating as he knelt down to face the entrance of your aching core.

You tried to keep a keen eye on Hector by elevating your body with your elbows, but you became so nervous that your head fell back, leaving everything he did as a surprise.

He parted your folds with two fingers and began to practically talk into your entrance.

"It was, embarrassing, to even consider showing my face after our premature meeting."

His hot breath played with the sticky skin of your cunt. With every flattering word that hit your filthy flesh, you grew more flushed and impatient. He was just as desirous but enjoyed watching you yearn for whatever—however he planned to please you. He was certainly at your service, but he planned to take his time just relishing in this newfound intimacy. He toyed with the idea of making you beg, but his lust was already unbearable. Besides, he couldn't fathom the thought of your sad puppy dog eyes as you whined for his touch. He didn't need the confirmation. Hector already knew how badly your body craved his. After all, he'd spent nights listening to your desperate yet soft cries of delectation. He couldn't bear to listen to them any longer.

With his searing tongue, Hector began to indulge in your flesh. You both had more to say to each other, but with the growing tension in the air, neither of you could take it. So straight to business it was.

Pleasure took control of you in the form of various sounds and twitches. Your hands attempted to grasp at the solid floor while your toes curled over themselves. As Hector sampled every inch of your cunt, he took one of your legs and applied it onto his shoulder. He couldn't determine if he wanted to savor your reaction or taste. For the most part, it was both. While he worshipped you with his tongue, he made sure to revel in every whimper, every moan, and every grunt that made its way from your mouth. It was his work, after all.

Soon, Hector snuck a thick digit into you, which made you yelp in shock. He chuckled while keeping his warm mouth on you. The feeling of his one finger was surprisingly different from your two fingers. Maybe it was because you weren't the one controlling the pace or the pressure. However, giving it some more thought, it was odd. He used his finger as if he were more concerned with finding a specific spot. It soon became frustrating the more he continued.

You finally let your head fall forward to look down at Hector. Once your eyes hit him, you were met with a pair of cunning yet awkward eyes staring back at you. He took his mouth off your clit just enough for you to hear him talk yet also just enough for you to feel the heat of every word.

"Unsatisfying, right?" He snickered.

You furrowed your brow at him, making him laugh harder. He was playing with you, but you couldn't determine his purpose. Frankly, he was fascinated by how you needed him so badly. To say he was aware of your obsession with him would be a significant understatement. The first time he'd heard his own name whimpered through the thin wall of his apartment, he wanted to—well, he didn't really know what he wanted to do. He never thought you would actually take a liking to him ever.

Truth be told, he was the one who liked you first. The day you knocked on his door to introduce yourself after you had moved in, he never answered. But he watched you through the peephole, too nervous to open the door. He saw your sweet, confused face as you left and vowed that one day, he'd work up the courage to ask you out. The only problem for him was his "plain face" and "ugly features". So he kept you waiting for a day when that courage came. If it weren't for how desperate he was to be near you, you would've never seen him again.

"Alright, I'll do it properly." He promised, and soon, his lips found themselves latched onto your now puffy clit while his finger pumped in and out of you at a tantalizing pace.

Once he added a second finger in the mix, it was over. You felt the heat in you boil up as you grew closer and closer to your peak. The way his tongue was shockingly attentive made you eerily jealous. How was he so good? Why was he so good? Was he with others before you? How much practice had he had?

"How are you so good-!" Your growing anger was cut off by pleasure boiling over.

He made you cum. Quicker than you could've ever managed by yourself. It was slightly embarrassing how fast he drew that out of you, but then that shame morphed into agitation as he kept going.

"I came! You can stop, please!" You whined, giving him a tiny slap on the head.

He let out a small grunt but never let up. He helped you ride out your orgasm and then some. You became dizzy and frustrated by the constant feeling of lips licking and lapping at you like a lollipop. Your whines became louder, and the pumping of his fingers grew faster. It wasn't long before he sucked another orgasm out of you. Your body fell back onto the ground as you shivered with overwhelming delight. You almost felt tears collect in the corners of your eyes. It was too much. Thankfully, he finally had his fill after you came a second time.

He crawled up away from your cunt and back up to your rosy face with delicate eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's just that, your taste is something heavenly. I felt increasingly like a ravenous dog as I ate from your sweet, sweet skin, my love." He shuttered a bit as he whispered close to your face.

You could smell yourself on his breath. It was, enthralling, to say the least. You both stared at each other for a minute, taking in the different details that made up the other person. Hector's eyes practically glowed in the darkness of your living room. He was in love, and it was plastered all over his pussy drunken face. You must've made a particularly needy face because suddenly, he leaned back and began to unbutton his pants. You scooted from under him and sat up, watching as he messed with his pants. It was funny; he was fumbling to button up his jeans just a moment ago. Now, here he was, desperate to do the opposite.

"Do you need me to tie my hair up?" You asked.

He froze and peered up at you in confusion.

"What, what do you mean?"

You froze yourself.

"What do you mean what do I mean?" You questioned. "Don't you want me to suck you off?"

"Oh. Hardly." He remarked like it was the most casual thing you could've asked.

He continued to undo the zipper of his jeans as you sat there in puzzlement.

"...Why?" You finally managed to say.

"Do you think I've been blue balling myself just to finally get a blow job? I'm sure your mouth would be something else, but I've waited too long, my love."

Without a second more, Hector pulled his already erect cock out from his jeans. Finally, you could have multiple answers to the plethora of questions you'd asked yourself plenty of nights. It was just slightly bigger in width than length. The size was quite normal but big enough to where you knew it'd hit all corners. He was also circumcised, and no, he did not have a curved erection.

You stared at his penis for longer than you should've. It was as if you'd found the correct puzzle piece, and now the picture would finally come together.

"And I'm sure you've waited too long, too, no?" He purred before scooting your body closer to his.

Your ass made an embarrassingly loud squeak as it slid across the floor. However, neither of you paid any mind because soon, Hector would be inside of you.

You let your body fall to the floor again as he lined his cock up to the entrance of your slick cunt. Slowly, he began to press it into you while holding your hips. This, of course, drew out a variety of different whimpers and whines. It wasn't entirely painful, but it was vastly different in comparison to just your two fingers. Once he bottomed you out, he looked at you and never let his eyes leave you again. You gazed back at him with a drunken expression and mopey lips. He smiled at you. It wasn't a malicious grin but a smile that matched the same tenderness that had run through him since the beginning. He began to pump in and out of you, watching the dissimilar faces that your features contorted into.

"You have a lovely face when you cum." He whimpered with a very meek voice.

You tried to remark with something but were too lost in the embrace of Hector to even think of what you'd say. This is how it went for the next five minutes. He would feed you sweet nothings, possibly fishing for a slurred yet coherent response, only to be met with a series of loud whines and gibberish. Through the sounds of slaps and your own enjoyment, you could hear Hector's voice begin to crack with every other sentence. Almost as if he was about to finish.

"Did you want to try a different position, my love? Or-!" Before he could conclude whatever he meant to say, he came.

It was fast. Quicker than you thought sex with Hector would be like. You felt his hot semen flood into you as he grunted and whimpered, tightening his grip on your hips as he whined the words, "I'm sorry!"

You watched as he averted his eyes from you with a guilty expression. Shivering, you propped yourself up and out of his lap with your hands. His penis slid out of you as you moved, and soon you felt his sperm do the same. You placed a gentle but shaky hand on his cheek, guiding his face back to yours. The remaining arm holding you up felt like jello. He'd somehow drained every bit of you. If he had came too fast this time, you didn't even want to imagine what sex would be like on his good days. His eyes found your face again, and he placed his now sticky hand atop yours. Another lovely smile painted itself across his lips, and like a disease, his visual delight spread to you. A grin likewise of the same loveliness soon laid itself on your face.

Nothing was said at that moment. The silence between the both of you was enough to say what needed to be said.

"I love you."

Well, maybe a couple of words needed to be spoken.

Regardless of the timing and the duration of what happened between you. It was still bound to be the start of a rather eccentric relationship. You were made for each other, and nothing would be better.

"I love you, too."

End Notes: I was originally going to include a plethora of things. Hector was actually going to drill a hole in your wall, but I didn't know how I'd make that work. I was also going to have you and Hector go a second round, but again, I'm unmedicated, and if I randomly go to TikTok instead of finishing my fanfiction again, I WILL kill myself. ALSOOO i want this blog to be filled with hector for a month so PLEASE if you want anything hector REQUEST IT!

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Mistakes Like This

~Mistakes Like This by Prelow~

Author's Note: Requested! I've rewritten this like four times, I'm sorry :( Summary: Besties to lovers/situationship (you know how much I love this trope) Warnings; brief smut scene Word Count: 9,215 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

The friend group was one of the ones that happened by chance. One of the ones that spark from picking a random day for college orientation. Most of them were from the hockey team and soccer teams while Y/N and her newly found best friend, Zoey, both played on the lacrosse team. 

They spent every possible day together after school started. They all lived on the same dorm floor and were constantly hanging out in each other’s room. A lot of the time, they would all hang out in Y/N’s room. She was the only one with a single room. 

Tonight was no different as the eight of them were all crowded in her room. She was sprailed out on her bed, an ice pack behind her thigh. She pulled her hamstring last night at practice and it was getting more sore as the day went on. 

Zoey was sprailed out on the floor with Ethan, Mark, and Dylan. Miles and Chloe were on the spare bed in her room laying on opposite sides of the bed. Luke was sitting beside Y/N, pressing his back against the wall. 

He was absentmindedly toying with the blankets that were laying over his lap. It was draped over Y/N’s legs too. Everyone was shouting loudly towards each other, laughing and talking about their weekend plans. Except Y/N and Luke. They were both sitting quietly. Y/N wouldn’t look at Luke, her heart was pounding hard against her chest.

It wasn’t weird for the two of them to be the quiet ones in the group. They were the only ones that seemed to have a social battery. It was common for them to be social for days at a time before they needed alone time. 

Sometimes they could be alone together. Normally not close, enjoying each other’s company and quiet. Right now, they were enjoying each other’s company in the sea of loudness that was their friends. Every so often, their eyes would connect and small smiles would form on their lips. 

He looked towards her, tapping her hand delicately. Turning her head to the side, she met Luke’s soft gaze. “How’s your leg?” he asked quietly. She shrugged while she swallowed harshly. He nodded as his lips fell into a small pout. 

“Anything I can do?” he questioned as he looked over her features. She was tired, probably in a lot more pain than she was letting on. She shook her head slightly as she tilted her head back against the pillow. He took a deep breath, looking towards the rest of the people in the small space. 

“Hey guys, let’s move this party to my room,” Luke expressed as he began to climb off of the bed, readjusting the blanket over Y/N’s lap. All of them looked towards him expectantly, “She won’t tell you guys this but she wants to be alone and nap,” Luke said as he stared towards her. She fought off a grin on her lips. 

“I didn’t say that,” she offered.

“But your face tells all,” Luke teased as he waved his hand in front of his own face. Rolling her eyes playfully, she pursed her lips forward. “Come on guys, leave Y/N alone to her beauty sleep,” he teased again. Everyone soon stood up, mingling amongst themselves. Shouting goodbyes towards her. Luke waited near the door, watching everyone leave. 

Their eyes connected. The corner of his lips curled upward as he continued to look towards her. “Thank you,” she whispered while bringing the blanket closer to her face. He nodded before he snuck out of the room, letting it shut behind him. She winced slightly as she adjusted her body with the ice pack beneath her leg. A sigh left her lips before she slowly let her eyes shut.

~~~

The following night, there was a huge frat party that the eight of them were supposed to attend. She initially promised that she would go. But her body was still aching, it seemed like it was getting better. She sat at her vanity, a Truly can beside her and her flat iron in her hand.

She has yet to start doing anything to her hair, still not sure what the best look would be. She rested it down on the vanity again as she felt her posture straighten. 

There was a knock against her door, she forced her gaze towards the door. She let out a sigh, “Come in,” she muttered. 

Luke poked his head into the room, a grin formed to his lips before he stepped inside. “Do you wanna go to this thing?” he asked quietly. He pressed his back against the door as he scanned her frame. He cleared his throat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“No,” she said through a small chuckle. 

He grinned while pushing away from the door. “Me neither,” he let out with a shrug. “I have a taste for frozen yogurt, wanna come with me and ditch this thing?” he questioned. She fought off a smile as she unplugged her flat iron. Quickly, she stood up from the stool and met his gaze.

“Please,” she said, “Spin around, I have to change first,” she said as she slowly motioned for him to spin around. He let out a sudden laugh as he spun on his heels and shoved his hands into his pocket. 

“Yes ma’am,” he teased while he pursed his lips forward. 

Once she saw that he was completely facing away from her, she slipped her skirt from her frame and kicked it away from her frame. Instantly, she took a hold of a pair of shorts folded on top of her dresser. It took a few seconds before she pulled it up over her frame.

“Did you tell anyone that we’re ditching?” she asked as she unzipped her tight corset top from her frame. She dropped it to the floor as she walked toward her closet. Reaching inside, she pulled out her zip up hoodie. 

“I told Dylan, sorta implied that you were joining,” he let out quietly. She chuckled as she zipped up her jacket.

“Was he mad?” she asked as she walked towards him, tapping her hand against his shoulder. Luke spun around, meeting her gaze. He shook his head slightly as an answer. She took a hold of her phone and her keys. “Good because I have been craving frozen yogurt for days,” she let out as she began walking past him. 

He rolled his eyes playfully as he began to follow after her. “I think Zoey’s going to be pissed that I missed another party,” she said as she stepped outside of the dorm room. Luke slid out of the door as he waited beside her. 

Quickly, she locked the door and began walking down the hall with a small limp to her step. “If you tell her you’re still hurting, she’ll get over it,” he offered as he began walking side by side with her. Their eyes connected, a small smile formed to his lips. 

“She can’t know I’m still hurting. I can’t play if she knows,” she explained as she pressed the down button on the elevator. 

“You shouldn’t be playing if you are hurting,” Luke offered as he rested his hands onto his hips. She rolled her eyes as a breathy laugh left her lips.

“Says the hockey player that played a rivalry game with a busted up shoulder earlier this season,” she shot back while meeting his eye.

“And then I was out for six weeks,” he said as he smiled knowingly. Her lips parted as she looked into his eyes. Swallowing harshly, she forced her gaze towards the elevator doors opening. “So you should definitely let it heal,” 

“It’s a pulled muscle,” she said as she walked backwards into the elevator. He scoffed as he shook his head. 

“Pulled muscles can tear, Y/N,” Luke let out while looking into her eyes. 

“I’ll take it easy,” she said while she watched his eyes squint slightly.

“You better,” he teased as he pointed his finger towards her. She pushed his hand away from her face. She leaned past him as she pressed the lobby button. Their eyes remained connected as he let out a small laugh. 

“I promise,” she mumbled. He smirked as he nodded slowly. “I promise!” she drew out the word as she smiled softly. He grinned while rolling his eyes. 

“My car is across the lot, if you want I can jog down there and pull up to the building,” he offered as the elevator doors pulled open. He began walking backwards as their eyes remained connected. Slowly, she followed after him. 

“I’ll be fine,” she muttered while fighting off a smirk. “I can walk, Luke,” 

“I mean I can carry you, if it hurts too bad,” Luke said teasingly, still walking backwards. Every few seconds, he looked behind him to make sure he wasn’t running into anything. 

“Oh shut up, Lukey,” she said through a giggle. He grinned while spinning around and waiting for her to walk beside him. “So what excuse did you give Dylan on why you didn’t want to go to the party?” she asked softly. 

He pushed the door open and they both stepped out of the dorm building and began walking towards the parking lot directly across from the dorm building. 

“Didn’t need to give him one, just said I didn’t want to go,” he expressed while raising his eyebrows. 

“Wish my best friend was that easy to bypass,” she mumbled.

“You still haven’t told her that you aren’t going yet, have you?” he asked teasingly. She smirked while shaking her head. 

“She’s a textbook extrovert, she doesn’t understand,” she explained while bumping into him slightly as they walked. He nodded as they continued to walk through the smal grass divider before the parking lot. 

“Well, let’s enjoy our Friday night with some quiet, right?” he offered. She nodded with a small smile. 

The walk towards his car only took a few more minutes. The drive to the frozen yogurt place took ten minutes. The entire drive it was comfortable silence mixed with soft music playing. No matter who was driving, Luke always let her play the music. He never cared what music they listened to and most of the time she played songs that he enjoyed too. 

They were always good at sitting in comfortable silence. Their other friends hated silence, always needing to fill the room with something. But they were always good at being just them. They have been that way since they first met. 

Everyone else was asleep. The overnight orientation trip was dedicated to meeting new people and making friends. She didn’t realize that also meant staying in the same room all night long. The dorm room was a suite that was split in two. Each room had two beds. 

Chloe and Zoey were sharing a bed while the rest of the boys were sharing reluctantly. Even though they all had the option of going back to their own dorm room they were assigned for orientation. 

Luke and Y/N were the only ones that were awake. They were sitting on the floor, their backs pressed against the giant dresser at the center of the room. Their shoulders would brush every few seconds. 

It was past two in the morning, they all had to be awake by seven in the morning. All of the festivities began again at eight. Y/N was exhausted, her entire frame felt like a weighted blanket was draped over her body. 

She could tell he was tired but sleep was hard to come by. This was technically his room, he had nowhere to sleep. But Dylan told everyone they could crash in there and he was not happy.

She clenched her jaw as she stared ahead, watching Ethan roll away from Dylan. She tilted her head back against the dresser, clenching her jaw slightly. Luke tilted his head to the side, looking over her side profile. 

She was like a painting. Everything about her was so beautifully handcrafted. She was perfect in every way. Her humor was unstoppable and her smile was intoxicating. His legs went weak the first time that she smiled towards him. Her laugh instantly became his favorite sound. 

He swallowed harshly as she shifted her gaze towards him. Their eyes met once again, he watched as her eyes softened while looking towards him. “Wanna crash at my dorm? I don’t have a roommate,” she whispered. He furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled his head back. A breathy chuckle fell from her lips, “I mean you could use my spare bed.”

“I didn’t think–yeah, let’s go,” he whispered back as he began to stand up. She followed in pursuit as they stood directly in front of one another. Their faces were only a few inches apart. Her breathing picked up as she looked over his features urgently. He pressed his lips together as he pointed towards the door. 

Nodding, she followed after him. She was careful to walk over Miles who was sprailed out on the center of the floor. Luke waited for her by the door as he slowly pulled it open. 

She smiled towards him as they began to sneak out of the room together. Luke pulled the key from his pocket and spun around to lock the door. He followed after towards her room which was on the opposite side of the hallway without any hesitation.

They walked side by side as they walked up towards the somewhat sketchy frozen yogurt shop. It was the only business that had lights on in the suspiciously dark parking lot. Although, she was okay with it because Luke was walking protectively close to her.

He took a hold of the door and held it open for her. She smiled towards him as she stepped inside. They were instantly greeted by the people near the register. Luke and Y/N smiled politely towards them as they walked directly towards the table that had the cups. 

Luke instantly took a hold of the largest container and smirked towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully as she happily took a hold of the medium. She followed after him towards the frozen yogurt. 

It didn’t take long for either of them to stack their container full of frozen yogurt and toppings. Luke rested his onto the weight thing, staring towards her expectantly. “It was my idea, put it down,” he said, letting out a dry laugh. She shook her head slightly as she placed down beside his cup. 

The girl at the cash register glanced between them before she began to calcuate the total. Luke happily handed her his card as he glanced back towards her. “Thank you,” Y/N let out quietly. He nodded as he waited for the girl to hand his card back towards him.

“Thanks for joining me,” he leaned down towards her, whispering. After handing his card back towards him, the girl’s eyes widened as she fought off a grin. She continued to shift her gaze between the pair. 

Y/N smiled towards him as she shyly took a hold of her container again. She took a purple spoon as she began to walk backwards away from the register. He quickly followed after her, instantly bringing a spoonful towards his mouth.

She slammed her body into the door, pushing it open as a giggle fell from her lips. “This was probably my best idea I’ve ever had,” he offered teasingly. 

“Oh please,” she let out sarcastically as she began walking well in front of him. He rolled his eyes playfully as he brought another spoonful to his mouth. After a few seconds, she brought her own spoon towards her mouth and took a dramatic spoonful of her own frozen yogurt. “I fear you might be right,” she offered teasingly.

“I knew it,” he said with a smirk. She fought off a grin as she took a fast step towards his car. He reached into his pocket and unlocked his car. She took a hold of the car door handle and climbed inside of the car. Luke followed in pursuit. After he sat down in the seat, he rested his container in the center council. He put his keys into the ignition and turned the car on. 

“I’ve missed chocolate,” she mumbled before she brought another spoonful towards her lips. “If my coach found out I was eating this, I would be dead,” she expressed. He nodded as he handed her the charger to play some music. Her eyes widened as she urgently connected her phone to it. 

“My coach will not find out,” he let out with a teasing grin on his lips. She selected the playlist that was dedicated to Luke. It was all songs that she knew that Luke liked. It was every song that she’s heard him hum along to or even sing the lyrics to. He didn’t know that she had a playlist like this, but that was the whole point.

Her phone started vibrating in her hand instantly. A sigh left her lips as she reluctantly took her phone off of the charger. She brought it towards her ear. 

“Where the hell are you!?” Zoey shouted loudly into the phone. Y/N pulled the phone away for a second before she put it back against her ear. 

“I changed my mind about coming, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you,” Y/N said softly, she glanced towards Luke. He shifted his body to face her while resting his head against the window. He kept swirling his spoon around the frozen yogurt, slowly. 

“You seri–ously ditched again! What are you doing!?” Zoey asked loudly. The music at the party was so loud, Luke could even hear it. 

“With Luke getting–”

“Suprise! Surprise! You two always ditch the fucking parties! I’m s–so over it!” she shouted into the phone before hanging up. Y/N carefully pulled her phone away from her ear, a sigh leaving her lips.

Luke adjusted his body as he scanned her frame. Y/N reached toward the charger and plugged her phone back in. The playlist she dedicated to Luke started playing again. A soft country song started playing. The corner of his lips curled upward at the song.

“So Zoey’s mad,” she let out softly before she brought a spoonful to her mouth. Luke tilted his head to the side as he watched her avoid his gaze. He would never admit it out loud but he was not Zoey’s biggest fan. If Y/N wasn’t always at her beck and call, she would be so mad. 

“Let her be mad,” he let out softly. A small scoff left her lips before she tilted her head back against the headrest. “I’m serious, she’ll be fine,”

“She’s mad at you too,” Y/N said while looking towards him. Their eyes met as she felt her heart jump into her throat. He smiled softly towards her as he adjusted his sitting position. 

“Yeah, well Zoey’s always mad at me so,” Luke said with a chuckle leaving his lips. She fought off a smirk forming to her lips as she rolled her eyes playfully. “This is so much better than a fucking party.” 

“Is it?” she asked teasingly. He nodded dramatically. “Definitely a lot better,” she agreed. He smirked before he brought a comically large spoonful towards his mouth. 

It didn’t take long for them to finish their frozen yogurt, he jumped out of the car with the empty containers and tossed them in a nearby trash can. He quickly bolted back into the car. His body straightened as he reached for his seatbelt. 

“Ready to head back?” he asked quietly. She nodded as she took a hold of her own seatbelt and covered her own frame. He reached towards the volume button and turned it up.

The drive back to the drom building didn’t take long. They only listened to about four songs in the process. She sang happily to every song that played and Luke would look towards her every few seconds; just to get a glimpse of her smile. 

He was able to get a closer parking spot and they both jumped out of the car. They did not say anything while they walked back towards the dorm building. Again walking side by side in comfortable silence.

Although, his mind was busy. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It’s been months almost a year since he’s thought about her as more than a friend. It was during a party and he kept watching her dance from afar. 

He loved watching her move so effortlessly. He loved the way her hair moved and the way her smile would light up the dark frat living room. Their eyes would connect and his heart would jump into his throat. He would watch her smile widen and he needed to be close to her but he was afraid.

He never wanted to ruin the perfect little friendship they created. Beautiful comfortable silence and enjoying each other’s company. He never wanted to ruin that. But right now, he was starting to think about her lips. Her perfect lips. 

Clearing his throat, he realized that they had already reached the elevator to their floor. He pressed his back against the wall of the elevator, he tilted his head to the side as he looked towards Y/N. Their eyes connected and for a second Luke thought she was thinking the same thing. But he shook his head slightly as he dropped his gaze towards the floor.

She tilted her head back against the wall while she stared towards the numbers climb. He did the same thing as he felt his body tense. His mind was still wandering, trying to figure out what it would be like to kiss her. He wanted to know what it was like to feel her lips against his. 

Slowly, the elevator doors pulled open. Their eyes connected while he held his hand up. She nodded with a small grin on her lips. He stepped out of the elevator first as he quickly began to walk backwards away. She followed after him, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. 

They began walking towards her dorm room. Their arms bumped into one another as they stopped short in front of her door. Slowly, she pulled her keys from her pocket. Meeting Luke’s gaze for a second before she unlocked the door. She unlocked the door, feeling Luke step closer towards her.

She pulled the key from the door as she shoved it back into her pocket. She glanced towards him before she turned to stand directly in front of him. He scanned her features as he pressed his lips together. 

“Do you want to stay for a bit?” she asked quietly. He nodded as his gaze flickered all over her features, lingering on her lips. “Luke,” she mumbled. He took a deep breath before he reached towards her, taking a hold of her cheek. He pulled her towards him, stopping just short of kissing her desperately.

Her eyes widened as her hands landed onto his chest. He dragged his thumb across her cheek as he looked into her eyes. He saw her eyes dilate while looking into them. Slowly, he ran his hand from her cheek towards the base of her neck. 

He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers delicately. He waited for her to pull away. He was hesitant with the way his lips pressed against hers. 

Her entire body erupted in heat, her shoulders relaxed as her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she tugged him closer to her. Their lips moved in perfect sync as Luke took a hold of her hips and pressed her back against the door. 

Luke pulled her body closer to him, their bodies instantly pressed together. Her heart was slamming against her chest as she felt drunk with his lips desperately locked against hers. 

Quickly, she took a hold of the door handle and opened the door. They stumbled inside, their lips still attached as Luke slowly guided her inside.The door slowly shut behind them, slowly he pressed her body against the door. He pulled her hips towards him as her hands landed on the base of his neck. 

He pulled back slightly, needing to take an urgent breath. He watched her eyes flicker open. Luke reached behind her, carefully twisting the lock. Their eyes remained connected as a thousand words were being shared between them. 

Their noses bumped into one another, a breathy laugh left her lips as she ran her hand down his chest. He leaned towards her, tilting his head to the side. He brushed his lips against her ear.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he questioned breathily against her ear. Without hesitation she took a hold of his strong jaw and pulled his gaze back towards her. Their eyes connected as the corner of her swollen lips curled upward. 

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered as she dragged her thumb across his jawline. He smirked before he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. He took a hold of her hips and began to guide her through the small dorm room. Both of them were stumbling back towards the bed. 

They both began to kick their shoes away from them, giggles falling from their lips as they continued to stumble towards the bed. Slowly, she pulled her lips away from his as she sat down on the bed, looking up towards him. He looked down towards her, watching her look up towards him through her eyelashes.

Luke let out a huff of air as he took a hold of his t-shirt and pulled it up off of his frame. She pursed her lips forward as she felt her breath get caught in her throat. Slowly, she slid back on the bed with their eyes connected. 

“Can I?” he asked as he stepped closer to the bed. She nodded as their eyes continued to remain connected. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded allowing him to climb on top of her. His gaze dipped towards her lips for a second before he looked back into her eyes. He watched her nod slowly before he leaned towards her, kissing her desperately. 

After a few minutes, he slowly began to trail his lips down on her neck. He continued to climb down her frame while slowly tugging at the zipper of the zip up hoodie. It fell against the mattress, exposing her chest. Arching her back up into him, he smirked as he slowly began to lower his lips down her stomach. He sucked and slowly swirled his tongue. 

She pressed her lips together as she tilted her head back. He smirked as he looked up towards her. She sat up slightly, pulling it completely off of her frame. She tossed it onto the floor.

Slowly, he dipped one finger beneath her waistband teasingly. The small motion sent a shock of electricity through her frame. Luke began to climb up her frame, trailing wet kisses up her frame. Grazing his hand up her side. 

Biting her bottom lip as she forced her gaze back down towards Luke. Their eyes met and a grin formed to his lips before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers urgently. A soft hum fell from her lips as she arched her back into him. 

Their tongues connected instantly, swirling perfectly in sync. Her hands glided through his curls, tugging at the strands. He reached down and took a hold of her thigh, pulling it up towards him. 

“Luke,” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back, their noses bumping into one another. His eyes slowly flickered open, meeting her gaze. A soft smile formed to his lips as he looked over her.

“You okay?” he asked softly, watching her eyes dilate. 

“More than okay,” she mumbled as she took a hold of the base of his neck as she pulled him towards her again. He giggled against her lips, kissing her again. Her hands began to glide along his upper back, desperate to feel more and more of his skin. Craving his touch, his lips, his everything.

He took a hold of the bra strap, letting it pull away from her skin. He toyed with it before he let it snap back in place. Tilting her head back, she allowed him to press his lips down the center of her neck. Leaving wet kisses in his place. Her breathing quickened as she bit her bottom lip. 

Arching her back into him, she let her arms fall beside her head. Luke leaned back, tugging at his pants; desperate for some release. Her eyes lit up as she watched him stand up from the bed, tugging his sweats from his frame, letting them drop towards the floor. 

Their eyes connected as if communicating through their longing gazes. A soft smile formed to his lips as he took a hold of the backs of her legs, parting them open as he climbed back on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips as a grin was on her lips.

She was drunk. It was rare for her to drink, let alone be so lost in her thoughts she probably would barely remember her actions. He was drunk. It was rare for him to drink, let alone be so lost in his thoughts he probably would barely remember his actions. 

She saw him from across the sea of the party, her body was pulling her towards him as if it was a magnet. She never saw him as more than a friend. He was just Luke. The guy that she could spend every waking moment with and never get annoyed or tired. Her social battery could be in the negatives and she could never get tired of being around him.

Her body was only covered with a tight black dress. An outfit she would never be caught dead wearing but she promised Zoey that she would dress up. Y/N would never tell Zoey that she was right but Y/N has never felt hotter. She sauntered towards him, their eyes connected.

He didn’t move while tilting his head back against the wall. Their eyes stayed connected as she continued walking closer and closer to him. He had a red solo cup in his hand, it was practically full.

Well, not anymore. The moment their eyes met and his mind started wandering to places he hasn’t been for months; he needed to drown his thoughts. Except the three shots of tequila Dylan gave him in one cup was making it worse.

Y/N stood in front of him, looking up towards him with so much desire pouring from her gaze. She took a step towards him, reaching her hand up and taking a hold of the base of his neck.

Leaning into him, she turned his head to the side while gliding her thumb along the side of his neck. “Dance with me right now, Hughesy,” she whispered into his ear. Her lips barely brushed against his ear but he clenched his jaw. His entire body practically jolted as she leaned back, their faces nearly an inch apart.

“Let’s get it, Y/N,” he whispered towards her as he rested the cup on a small table beside them. He looped his arm around her waist, guiding her towards the center of the dance floor. She pulled her hair away from her shoulder, allowing him to hover his lips over her neck.

Instantly she pressed her back against his chest and they began to move in sync. Breathy giggles and laughs fell from their lips. Ttheir drunken minds guided them to paths they promised themselves they would never dare to cross. But they were toying with the line of more. Something more, desperately craving something more.

~~~

The following morning, he was awake well before her. His heart was slamming against his chest as he looked over her sleepy features. He ran his fingers through his hair as he slammed his head against the pillow while taking a deep breath. 

His mind was quickly thinking about how every aspect of his life is different now. All because of one impulsive decision. If this goes badly, all of his friends will be gone. Or at least the friend group they know would be gone. Everything will be different, he knows that. 

His mind pictured her, how beautiful she looked. Her body was everything and more. She was perfect. He squinted his eyes shut, feeling his body heat up in the memory of each moan that left her lips. Each breathy whisper of his name, with her lips pressed against his ear. The way her hands glided along his skin, leaving faint scratch marks in their place.

It was as if their bodies were made for one another, desperately craving each perfect touch. Knowing the exact moment when to quicken and slow the pace. It was no practice run, pure perfection from the moment their lips connected.

Until this moment. The morning after the probable mistake they shared. He didn’t want it to be a mistake. He hoped she didn’t want it to be a mistake.

She began to stir beside him, she rolled over as her eyes slowly flickered open. Her lips parted as their eyes connected. “Hey,” she whispered as she pulled the blanket closer to her face. He took a deep breath as he scanned her features. She closed her eyes harshly for only a second before they opened up again. A small smile formed on her lips before she pursed her lips forward. A shaky breath falling from her lips.

“Hi,” he let out barely audible before he swallowed harshly. 

They laid beside each other, letting silence fill the room. He tapped his fingertips against the top of his hand. She squeezed the comforter as she rolled onto her back, letting it drap over her chest perfectly.

She thought it was a mistake that’s what he concluded. She was a shy person, not really talkative in general. But she was always open and comfortable with him except right now it was the furthest from him she’s ever been. And she is laying right beside him, their shoulders nearly brushing one another’s.

He nodded as he stared towards the ceiling. His mind began to replay every moment from the night before. His skin instantly flushed red as he thought about how different everything was going to be between them now. He hated that. 

“I’m gonna go,” he let out quickly.

“Yeah that’s probably good,” she muttered as she rolled on her side to face the wall. Luke instantly stood up from the bed beginning to cover his frame with his clothes as he practcially stumbled towards the exit of the room. He was hopping as he was pulling up his pants, practically jumping towards the door.

He awkwardly stumbled back towards the bed as his phone and keys rested on the nightstand. He muttered out a collection of curse words as he walked quickly towards the door; awkwardly holding his shoes in his hands as he wanted out of the room as instantly as possible. 

Her eyes were squinted shut as she pressed her lips together, muffling a small laugh fighting to leave her lips. It was the most awkward morning she has ever had after a hookup. Not that she had plenty of experiences of a moment like this but this was definitely the most awkward. 

Luke awkwardly slammed the door shut while walking out of the room. 

A giggle fell from her lips as she fell onto her back and stared towards the ceiling. It shouldn’t have been awkward. It was Luke. Everything was always so perfect and normal with him, but now she could feel it being off. 

Her phone vibrated beside her, she was hoping the message to be from Luke asking to talk about what happened; but it wasn’t. A sigh fell from her lips as the text message was from Ethan to the eight person group chat. 

Ethan: Breakfast???

The text seemed to be a popular response as nearly everyone but Dylan, Luke, and Y/N replied to it stating they’ll be at the dining hall in twenty minutes. Her eyes progressively grew wider as each person replied, knowing that now it would be weird if she didn’t go. 

Especially after ditching last night, it was important that she went. Making her rounds of apologizes for not going, it was important to Zoey more or less. She liked the message that Chloe sent stating she would be there in twenty minutes, agreeing that she too would be there in twenty minutes.

Luke stood outside of his own dorm door, staring at the notification that Y/N would be joining. A sigh fell from his lips as he shoved the phone into his pocket before he began to shove his key into the door. He pushed open the door aggressively. 

Dylan jolted up at the sound of the door opening. His face was scrunched together, a groan fell from his lips as he smashed his face down into the pillow beside him. “Where the hell have you been?” he let out loudly as his face was still pressed into the pillow.

Luke stopped short as he dropped his shoes near the pile of his other ones. His mouth fell open while he shook his head. He didn’t know how to say it without telling Dylan what they were up to all night. 

“Hello!” Dylan let out as he reluctantly lifted his head from the pillow. Squinting his eyes shut, he held his hand to the side of his head. After a few seconds, he slowly began to open his eyes and shut them again.

“I fell asleep at Y/N’s,” Luke let out as normal as he could. He sat down on his bed, a huff of air leaving his lips. Dylan looked towards Luke, looking up and down his frame. Luke watched Dylan’s eyes slowly open and get wider and wider. 

“You couldn’t walk three doors down to your own bed?” Dylan questioned while reached towards the Advil bottle on his nightstand. 

“We were watching that reality show she likes and I fell asleep. She let me stay,” he explained, completely avoiding eye contact. The second their eyes would meet, a smirk would fall on Luke’s lips. He was horrible at keeping secrets, especially with Dylan. There was nothing that was secret between them, especially with girls.

But Y/N wasn’t any girl. She was someone that Luke’s has had on and off feelings for, for months. Dylan knew that which meant he couldn’t know. 

“She hates when people stay the night in her room being that we all live on the same floor,” Dylan let out, egging him on. 

“Well I’m her favorite of any of us so,” he let out as he flopped onto his back, holding his hand against his forehead. Dylan hummed dramatically before he dropped the pill onto his tongue and took a long sip of water. Dylan’s eyes widened as he stared towards Luke.

“Well with that hickey on your neck, I’d say so,” Dylan said with a smirk toying his lips. 

“With what?” he muttered. Luke reached his hand up towards his neck, as if he could feel it against his skin. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Instantly, he pulled up his camera app to check. Tilting his head to the side scanning his own features and neck through the camera app. 

He didn’t find anything, not even a hint of a hickey. He clenched his jaw as he fought off a smirk. He tilted his head while meeting Dylan’s gaze. “You’re a fucking dou–”

“I knew it! You guys fucked last night!” Dylan teased, his hangover seemingly disappearing the second the words left his lips. Luke couldn’t even deny it. He sat up, swinging his legs off of the bed. His cheeks flushed red instantly as he reluctantly met Dylan’s gaze. 

“I hate you,” Luke mumbled as he ran his fingers through his curls.

“How was it, Hughesy!?” Dylan asked excitedly.

“We’re not talking about this and you don’t know anything,” Luke said while pointing his finger towards Dylan. Luke stood up reluctantly walking towards his bathroom, to get ready to head for breakfast.

“Oh come on! Now you don’t give me any details!? I had to hear about you and Y/N dancing together at that party three weeks ago for like an hour. But when you two have sex, I can’t know a single detail!?” Dylan begged while standing up from the bed. 

“We didn’t even talk about it yet, so no you don’t get details until I figure out what the hell this means,” Luke expressed before he rounded the corner towards the bathroom. Dylan’s mouth fell open as a scoff fell from his lips.

Luke stood in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A sigh falling from his lips as he stared towards the dramatic red color cascading over his cheeks. Instantly, he reached over and took a hold of his toothbrush.

It didn’t take long for the both of them to be ready to walk over to the dining hall. The entire time Dylan was asking questions but Luke refused to answer. It was easier to just walk silently, mentally replaying every second from the night before. He didn’t even know what to tell Dylan, he didn’t even know exactly what it meant.

Luke and Dylan walked into the dining hall at the same time, spotting the group already sitting down and talking. All of them already had food in front of them. Y/N was the only one that was missing. 

Dylan proudly walked towards them, resting both of his hands onto his hips. “Cannot believe we’re all up before ten, truly a miracle after last night,” he announced before he dapped up Ethan before he wandered around the table.

“You’re oddly not hungover,” Miles muttered before he shoved a dramatic bite of bacon into his mouth.

“Oh boys–gals,” he paused as he glanced towards Zoey and Chloe, “I am just in an amazing mood, aren’t you Hughesy?” Dylan teased.

Luke’s eyes widened as he nodded, “Yeah–yup,” he muttered before he walked away towards the food stations. 

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows harshly before he shrugged his shoulders. “We’re heading to the bars tonight, you in Duker?” Ethan called out. Dylan dramatically nodded his head, regretting his choice as he covered his face with his hands. 

“Y/N here?” Dylan asked. 

“She’s grabbing food,” Zoey muttered. Dylan nodded, staring towards the two empty seats in front of him. Instantly plotting to stay sat until they’re forced to sit beside one another. “Are you not eating?” she questioned, meeting his eyes. 

“I’ll wait till Lukey’s back,” he said simply while he pulled his phone from his pocket. He began to scroll and click different apps simply to keep himself occupied. 

It didn’t take long for Y/N to return and sit directly across from Dylan. Her head was buried in a hoodie as she reluctantly stared towards the very minimal amount of food on her plate. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” Dylan offered with a smirk on his lips.

“Morning,” she muttered before she pushed a piece of cantaloupe around on her plate. Dylan’s smirk fell from his lips after he saw her, something was off. 

Luke wandered back towards the table, slowing down after realized the only spot available was beside Y/N. He looked towards Dylan, realizing that he set that up on purpose. 

Y/N lifted her head up, looking towards Luke. Without fully realizing it a soft smile formed to her lips. Luke took that as a good sign as he wandered towards her. He put his plate down and sat beside her. Dylan instantly stood up after Luke sat down, deseprate for his own plate of food.

Luke and Y/N’s eyes connected for a few seconds before Luke scanned her features for a few seconds. “That’s all you're eating? Don’t you have practice at like 10:30?” Luke asked her.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” she mumbled as she looked back towards her plate. Rolling her eyes, she straightened her body. Reluctantly, she brought the piece of cantaloupe towards her mouth. Luke took a bite of his food as he fought off a soft laugh.

~six days later~

The group was all hanging out in Y/N’s room like usual, except Y/N was more quiet than normal. It was as if subconsciously they decided to pretend nothing happened and be as normal as possible. 

But Luke’s head was rested on her thigh as he was sprailed out on her bed. A position the two have been in countless times before; nothing suspicious about it. Except the fact that her body felt like fire with him laying on her. 

Dylan was watching them from afar, not noticing much of anything different between them. Except he could tell that they were doing everything in their power to ignore what happened. Especially after Luke refused to tell him anymore than it  happened. 

“Y/N, how long are you benched for?” Zoey announced towards the room, almost as a punishment for not going to the party on Friday.

Luke lifted his head, looking towards Y/N. All of them were staring at her, she hated being the center of attention. Zoey knew that and always pushed the button. 

“Two weeks. Coach found out I was pushing through an injury,” she explained simply. Looking down, she met Luke’s gaze, her hearrt jumping into her throat. 

“That’s probably smart,” Luke muttered. She nodded while looking back towards Zoey. Squinted her eyes slightly, taking in a deep breath.

“What about you Zoey? Benched for five games because–”

“Y/N!” she scolded while shaking her head. 

“You brought attention to it, Zo. Why are you benched?” Y/N let out, clenching her jaw slightly. The closer she’s gotten with Luke over the last several months, the more she realized how much Zoey put Y/N down. She didn’t know why, but she was tired of it. Her heart was slamming against her chest as her eyes remained connected with Zoey.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Zoey asked, her lips quivering slightly.

“You brought it up. I’m benched because I have a pulled hamstring. You got benched because you smoked and Coach found out,” Y/N explained. Everyone around them began to subtly scold Zoey. “You wanted to make yourself feel better and our situations do not even compare,” 

Zoey instantly stood up from the floor and she stormed out of the dorm room. Chloe and Miles bolted after her without hesitation. Ethan, Dylan, Mark, and Luke stayed behind awkwardly shifting their gaze towards one another. 

Y/N scooted back away from Luke, pulling her knees towards her chest. “I gotta go apologize,” she muttered as she reluctantly began to climb out of the bed. Luke reached towards her, taking a hold of her forearm. She spun her head around, meeting his gaze.

“How many times has she said worse shit to you?” Luke offered as he delicately let go of her arm. 

“Yeah, she’s kinda a–” Ethan started but Mark smacked his hand against Ethan’s back; stopping him. Ethan cleared his throat as his body straightened. “She just has to be the best all the time, it’s annoying,” Ethan recovered.

“She thought you were going to keep her shit secret, so that’s on her,” Dylan said as he stood up from the bed as he glanced towards Luke. He took a deep breath as he looked towards Mark and Ethan.

“Yeah,” Y/N let out quietly as she awkwardly sat back down beside Luke. Out of habit, she looked down at her watch to see it was close to three o’clock. “Don’t you boys have a pre-game nap to take?” she asked with a breathy awkward laugh leaving her lips.

Ethan dropped his gaze towards his watch, his eyes widening. “Shit, yeah–you going to the game?” he asked as jumped up to his feet. Mark and Dylan were quick to follow in pursuit. 

“I’ll be there,” she offered as she met Luke’s gaze. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she took a shaky breath. He squinted his eyes slightly as he pressed his lips together. 

“Alright, see you tonight,” Dylan said as he rested his hands against Ethan and Mark’s upperbacks. He began to push them out of the dorm room.

“What about Hu–” Ethan said before Dylan interrupted him.

“Just walk away,” Dylan whispered as he began to push them further out of the room. 

The door swung open almost as quickly as it slammed shut. For the first time since it happened, they were alone. Alone in the exact same spot they were in almost a week ago. 

Luke watched the three boys leave the dorm room before he leaned back on his hands. He shifted his gaze back towards her, taking note that she was already looking towards him. He watched as her eyes flickered upward towards his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be–”

“I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen anymore,” Luke said simply as he watched her lips part slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she scooted closer to him. Their shoulders bumpinb together. 

“I wasn’t pretending, I just thought it was a one time thing,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes. Luke felt his heart jump into his throat. He pursed his lips forward while tilting his head back. 

Staring towards the ceiling he felt his body erupt in heat as the memory of the night flashed in his mind. 

The way she looked down towards him, her hair cascading over her bare beautiful frame. His hands glided along her thighs, slowly before he tossed her down onto her back. The breathy, desperate moans falling from her lips. He loved the way she said his name, barely audible. 

The way his body reacted to her, almost as if he craved her from the moment their lips connected. He needed her and nearly a week later, he hasn’t stopped needing her or craving her.

Luke lips were sloppy pressed wet kisses against her jawline as his grip on her thigh tightened. He began thrusting faster into her, hearing her short whimpers falling from her lips. 

“Luke,” she muttered out, barely audible as she glided her hands along his upperback, leaving faint red scratches against his skin. He never thought he would hear her say his name like that. So desperate and so innocently against his ear.

A grunt fell from his lips as he felt her tighten around him. “That’s right, baby,” he mumbled against her jawline before he pressed his lips against hers, muffling her moans into his mouth.

She rested her hands against his cheeks as she fought off the moans starting to fall from her lips. “Oh god,” she mumbled as her entire body tensed as an overwhelming amount of pleasure began to course through her veins. Squinting her eyes shut as she continued to ride out her orgasm into Luke’s.

After another thrust into her, he felt himself reaching his own. A low moan fell from his lips and escaped into her mouth. A gasp fell from her lips as he continued to ride out his own orgasm; feeling his entire body begin to tense. 

Her hands held his head in place, their eyes connected as he pulled his lips away from hers. A heavy breath leaving his lips as they continued to look deeply into one another’s eyes. 

Slowly, he pulled out as he gently laid beside her, resting on his back. He stared towards the ceiling, breathing heavily. She did the same, slowly covering them both with the comforter.

Luke purposely left it hanging low on his body, his entire body was wet with sweat. “Oh my god,” she let out as she turned her head to the side. He followed in pursuit, meeting her gaze. A grin formed on his lips.

“I was gonna say that,” he let out teasingly.

“We were sober, Y/N,” Luke expressed as he shifted his gaze back towards her. Their eyes connected. She swallowed harshly as she scanned his features. “That has to mean something,” he said softly.

“Mean what, Luke?” she asked breathily. 

“I don’t know,” 

“Mean what, Luke?” she asked again as her gaze dipped towards his lips.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her neck, pulling her towards him. Desperately, he kissed her. Their tongues met instantly, swirling in perfect sync. Without hesitation, never parting their lips, she climbed onto his lap straddling his frame. He took an immediate hold of her waist as her hands rested on his cheeks.

“Luke,” she mumbled against his lips. He tilted his head back, meeting her eye. Slowly, she dragged her thumbs along his jawline. “What are we doing?” she asked as a breathy laugh fell from her lips.

“I’ve got no fucking clue,” he let out a small smile on his lips, “I just know I don’t want to go another week without kissing you,” he mumbled while dipping his hands beneath her shirt. Slowly, he rested his hands on her skin. 

“Yeah?” she asked softly. He nodded instantly as his gaze dipped towards her lips. A soft giggle fell from her lips before he kissed her desperately. “You have a game later,” she mumbled against his lips. He hummed as he twisted the end of her t-shirt.

“That I do,” he muttered.

“Shouldn’t you go take your pre-game nap?” she offered while raising her eyebrows. He squinted his eyes as he looked over her features. He shook his head slowly, “You can’t blame me if you suck later,” she offered teasingly as she tried leaning towards him to kiss him.

He tilted his head back and barked out a laugh. “Okay well now you got me all nervous,” he said while giggling. She rolled her eyes playfully as she glided her hands across his jawline. “Do you wanna nap with me?” he asked softly as he scanned her features. 

She nodded as he slowly fell onto his back, a giggle fell from her lips as she rolled away from his frame. Luke instantly looped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. He pressed his lips against her shoulder as she pulled up the comforter to cover both of their frames.

“Should we talk about it?” he questioned barely above a whisper into her ear. 

“I think we know, Luke,” she mumbled. He smirked as he pressed his lips against her shoulder once more. 

“We know, huh?” he asked teasingly. All she could muster up was a hum as he began to absentmindedly run his hand along her stomach. Slowly, shutting his eyes in the process. 

[cvnntagious]

𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐚

chris was known for sleeping around—people said he was easy as the abc’s. but you, truthfully unknowing and niave, had made the mistake of falling for his antics, and could no longer free yourself of them. finding yourself trapped under him at least once a week, you knew he was only doing this to ease whatever pain he felt in his heart. you didn’t care though; it felt good, and kept both of you satisfied for the time being.

after watching you undress slowly in front of him, chris couldn’t help but look at you in amazement when you climbed on top of him, soft hands caressing his face as his hands moved to grab your hips. his movements were slow and deliberate hand wrapping around the back of your neck when you dipped down to place wet, sloppy kisses on the sensitive spots of his neck, your already smudged lipstick leaving marks.

one of your hands reached between your bodies, slowly pumping his dick in a way that forced small groans out of him instantly, causing your head to lift back up. your eyes met his, their usual bright blue dulled by lust and… hurt? you knew something was off when he’d rushed into your dorm telling you he needed you, mumbling something about seeing someone while leaving his class today, but you knew not to ask questions. he’d never open up.

when he’d said something about you using him while his hand traveled up your shirt to squeeze your boobs gently, you were quick to oblige. even now, you were going to do just that. your eyes averted in a way that could only followed by that small sigh of yours, only to continue on with the slow stroking of his length for a few moments longer while you tried to push any thoughts of what could possibly be going on with him out of your mind.

“use it,” chris finally spoke up, his voice gruff with desire as his large hand stroked your hair.

at that, you sat up, aligning his solid dick with your wet entrance. a small whimper you’d never heard before escaped chris’ lips when you sunk down onto him, walls enveloping him just right. finally your eyes, met his again, this time gauging his reaction as you began grinding on him.

his hands found your hips, eyebrows knitting as his head sunk further into your soft pillow. “needed this,” he mumbled, boosting your confidence in a way that allowed you to lift yourself.

“oh-“ chris gasped when he felt your walls clench around him, abs tensing when you fell back onto him, “shiit, could stay in this all day.”

a string of moans and groans fell from his pink lips when you sped up your movements, forcing him to tuck it between his perfect teeth as his eyes closed, savoring the pressure building in his dick. “always so warm, and wet… you’re all i need after a long day.”

you knew his words at heat of the moment thing, something he’d deny once he blew his load, but you couldn’t help feeling a little touched by it, making you even more determined to get him off. your walls massaged him just right, making him repeated your name like a mantra when he felt the pressure getting to be too much.

“m’gonna cum, okay?” he warned, voice surprisingly calm considering the way he writhed beneath your body, his feet planting themselves in your bed, “kiss me.”

without hesitation you dipped down to catch his swollen lips with yours, now only grinding on him as his dick twitched repeatedly inside you, releasing hot spurts of cum on your insides. his body convulsed a few times, moans the loudest they’ve ever been we he felt you riding him through his orgasm.

as soon as he calmed down, you broke the kiss, thinking you’d allow him a moment to catch his breath. instead, his fingers dug into your hips, his head tilting a bit as he smirked up at you. “gotta get you taken care of, huh? i told you to use me, not get me off.”

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Tear you apart

pt. 1 | pt.2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 (coming soon!)

tags: NSFW, MDNI, ryomen sukuna, sukuna x reader, sukuna smut, jujutsu kaisen smut, sukuna fanfiction, jujutsu kaisen x reader, dark content, dark romance, nsfw fanfic, possessive sukuna, masochistic reader, degradation kink, sadism and masochism, size kink, rough sex, aftercare, marking kink, carving kink, curse!sukuna, sukuna's domain, bratty reader, power dynamics, worship kink, dubcon elements, twisted romance, jujutsu kaisen fanfic, jjk x reader, sukuna x you, smut fic, yandere vibes, obsessed sukuna, cursed bond, forbidden love

an: HIIII this is my first fic in like 4 years so please bear with me!! huge huge shoutout to @cinnamorollcrybaby for inspiring me to start writing again, ur the bomb.com <3 i hope u all enjoy!!

words: 4.8k

It’s your third year at Jujutsu High, and the urge to summon Sukuna gnaws at you day and night. Ever since you first heard about the King of Curses, a part of you has been… intrigued by the four-armed, two-faced legend.

You still remember the day Maki told you about him, after teasing you for knowing so little about the world of curses. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you grabbed a strand of your hair, twisting it in your fingers—a nervous habit.

“Alright, newbie,” Maki had said, her face shifting to something more serious. “Ryomen Sukuna is known as ‘The King of Curses.’ According to dumbass Gojo, he looks mostly human—aside from having four arms, two faces, two sets of eyes. Fucking—seven feet tall or something like that.” She paused, picking up her cursed tool to sharpen it.

“He ruled in the Heian era, like, a thousand years ago. He’s the definition of pure evil. Killed thousands—maybe millions. No one fully understands his technique. He could rival Gojo, honestly.”

Your eyes had gone wide. How had no one ever told you this?

“Eventually, they defeated him—or sealed him or whatever. The story gets fuzzy,” Maki continued, placing her blade down and removing her glasses to clean them with the hem of her shirt.

“His twenty fingers were cut off and scattered. Jujutsu High has a few. Some are used to attract cursed spirits, and of course, some are in the hands of curses themselves.”

You swallowed hard, trying to picture Sukuna in your mind. Would he be grotesque, like the curses you fought on missions? Or would his ‘human’ form make him... a little sexy?

You couldn't lie—seven feet tall made your ears perk.

What the hell? You shook your head. You can’t be thinking like that. A sorcerer shouldn’t wonder if a curse is hot. They’re curses. They must be exorcised.

“…Is it possible for him to come back?” you asked quietly, half-hoping the answer was yes.

“Oh yeah,” Maki said, and your eyes widened further. You weren’t expecting that. She chuckled at your expression. “You’re cute. Your first time fighting a special grade’s gonna be fun. But yeah—two ways Sukuna could come back. First, someone eats his fingers—becomes his vessel. The second? You don’t summon him exactly—you enter his domain. Not sure how that would work, or if it even can. I mean, who the hell would wanna find out?”

You laughed softly with her, opening your mouth to ask more—but were interrupted.

“Maki! Y/N!” Panda called from the top of the staircase. “Come inside! Gojo’s got a mission debrief!”

You and Maki exchanged a glance before standing and heading toward the large cursed corpse that awaited you. But your mind swirled with questions. You made a mental note to check the library after the mission—to learn more about him.

That obsession never left.

It grew. Festered. You tried to ignore it, to suppress the dirty impulses and morbid curiosity—but one day, it became too much. You gave in. Hours turned into weeks, scouring books, blogs, and old scrolls. Your room became a shrine of obsession—papers, texts, ancient diagrams… even a blog written by someone who claimed to have contacted Sukuna before. They said the summoning didn’t fully work, but symbols appeared, questions were answered, and something watched them.

And now… here you are.

Three years later.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm, surrounded by red candles and ancient Heian-era symbols scrawled in your own blood. It hurt to collect—but the pain was nothing compared to the hunger to see him. To know him.

It’s well past midnight—close to 2 a.m.—and you've cast a veil to prevent any sorcerers from detecting your energy. You take a shaky breath, reach for the wooden box, and slowly open it. Inside rests a talisman-wrapped finger—one of his.

You bite your lip as you begin unwrapping the paper, whispering the chant you painstakingly pieced together from hundreds of texts:

"I seek the gate carved in sinew and stone, Where curse-born kings reign from bloodied throne. Let flesh wither, let truth distort, I step where the living hold no court."

"With eyes unblinking and heart laid bare, I cross the threshold—if I dare. By tooth, by nail, by cursed design, I enter the Shrine where Sukuna lies."

"Ryomen Sukuna, let the veil be torn. May my soul walk where gods are shorn."

"Open the gate. I offer my name."

"And enter now your cursed domain."

You place the unwrapped finger into a circle of blood and whisper your name into the dark.

Nothing happens.

Minutes pass.

Your eyes flutter open, disappointment filling your chest. Of course it didn’t work.

“I can’t believe I thought this would—”

Suddenly, a wave of nausea slams into you. The room spins. You stumble forward—but instead of grabbing your bedpost, your hand meets something horrifying: a pile of skulls. A river of thick, dark-red liquid flows beneath you.

You scream and jump back, hands clamping over your mouth.

“You dare to enter my domain,” a deep voice growls behind you, “and shriek like a brat—nearly louder than the thousands I’ve sliced in three. Bow before me, insolent fool… or I’ll do the same to you.”

You freeze. Your heart races as you slowly turn, legs trembling.

A figure looms behind a towering column, hidden mostly in shadow.

Four arms. More than seven feet tall. Colossal.

It’s him.

Your breath catches.

You remember something from that blog: Sukuna enjoys disobedience. Your survival instincts scream to kneel, to beg. But a darker part of you whispers: Keep going.

“…And what if I don’t?” you call out.

He steps forward, slow and deliberate, letting the blood-red light reveal his face.

“If you refuse,” he says with a sinister grin, “I’ll break your limbs, tear you apart, and feast on what’s left of your pitiful little body.”

He stands over you now, red eyes gleaming, drinking you in. His voice is cruel—yet somehow intoxicating.

“Don’t even think about running, little human. You’re nothing. A bug. A speck waiting to be crushed.” He leans in, towering above you. “So tell me—will you obey your king?”

You scan his body—your question from three years ago answered in full. Is he sexy? Hell yes.

Towering, muscled, with four arms that could break you in two. His robe clings just enough to reveal the outline of his powerful chest and abs. Four crimson eyes burn into you with heat and hunger.

You suppress every rational thought.

“I never said I wanted to run,” you whisper, locking eyes with him.

His brow raises, amused. “Oh? You have guts, insolent little thing.”

He steps forward again—closer now. So close his heat radiates against your skin. He leans down, lips nearly brushing your ear.

“You’re not afraid of me, eh?”

You gulp, trying not to tremble. “What if… what if I said I am afraid?” You look up. “And what if I said… I like that I’m afraid?”

He freezes for a moment—then smirks. A devilish, dangerous grin.

“Oh really?” he murmurs, voice low and sinful. “You like being afraid of me?”

You bite your lip, breath hitching. His massive body makes your knees weak. You stumble slightly, grabbing his bicep to steady yourself.

He growls at the touch.

“So what if I do?” you breathe, looking up at him through long lashes.

You step onto your toes, rising to meet his face. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Sukuna lets out a low, guttural chuckle—one that vibrates through the stone walls of his domain and sends a tremor down your spine.

“What am I going to do?” he repeats mockingly, his voice silk and poison wrapped into one. “You come crawling into my domain, bleeding for me, begging for my attention... and now you ask me what I’m going to do?”

His four hands move at once—two clasp behind his back again, composed and regal, while the others reach out. One wraps around your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes, while the second hand trails slowly down your side, ghosting over your waist as if memorizing the shape of you.

“I could tear your soul apart and scatter it across the cursed realm,” he purrs, leaning close enough that you can feel the chill of his breath. “Or—” his eyes flicker, pupils thinning like a predator’s, “—I could reward your... dedication.”

His thumb strokes your lower lip, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. His eyes scan your face like he's searching for the slightest twitch of fear, the tiniest crack in your bravado.

“You’ve been watching me. Studying me. Craving me.” His voice dips lower with each word. “Why?” It isn’t a request. It’s a command.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart thudding against your ribcage like a drum of war. You should lie. You should apologize. But the part of you that brought you here, that carved your own blood into summoning circles, speaks louder.

“I wanted to see if the stories were true,” you whisper, breathless. “If a curse could be beautiful. If danger could be divine.”

His smirk curves into something more dangerous, more unhinged.

“You think I’m beautiful?” he says with mock surprise. “How quaint. Humans and their need to romanticize their own destruction.”

Then, in one swift movement, he steps even closer. You’re practically caged now—his enormous frame casting a shadow over you, the air around him thick and humming with power.

“Let’s see if your devotion is more than words,” he growls. “Prove it.”

Your lips part, the words stuck in your throat. “How—”

“You summoned me,” he interrupts. “Now submit.”

One of his hands lifts, tracing a symbol in the air that glows briefly before disappearing. You feel your knees weaken again—not from fear this time, but from the raw, oppressive aura that crashes over you like a wave. It's overwhelming, like gravity has tripled in an instant. You nearly collapse again, but his hand steadies you by your hip.

He leans in, his voice a whisper against your skin:

“Worship your king.”

He watches you tremble, your breath shallow, your thighs pressed tight. Your silence only fuels the hunger in his eyes.

Then he angles down, lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice low, guttural, and cruelly sweet:

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

You inhale sharply, body going still.

“Transporting yourself into my domain just to be used,” he growls. “You wanted this. Came crawling into the lion’s den just to be ruined, didn’t you?”

One of his hands snakes behind your neck, yanking you closer until your chest presses against his rock-solid torso. His other hand slides slowly, deliberately down your body—past your waist, to your hip, fingers flexing possessively.

“You want me to destroy you from the inside out. You want to be wrecked so badly that no other man will ever satisfy you again.”

His voice dips darker, each word dripping with venomous promise.

“You want to be fucked so hard you forget your name—but not mine. No. The only name you’ll ever remember is mine.”

He yanks your head back slightly to make you meet his eyes. All four of them burn with sadistic glee.

“Ryomen Sukuna. Say it.”

You do. Weakly. Breathless.

He chuckles.

“You want me to defile you—mark you so deeply you bleed my name. I’ll give it to you. I’ll ruin you.”

He leans in until your lips almost touch, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’ll fuck you until your voice breaks, until you’re sobbing, a drooling, trembling mess who can’t even beg properly. I’ll make you scream. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll own you.”

His hand tightens at your throat—not choking, but enough to make your head spin deliciously.

“When I’m done with you,” he snarls, “you’ll be nothing but flesh. A whimpering, broken toy that exists to please me. You’ll crave my touch like a curse.”

His thumb presses against your bottom lip, forcing it down.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nod, barely able to breathe. Every part of you burns—fear, desire, the overwhelming thrill of submission.

“Yeah,” he hisses, grinning like the devil himself. “You would. You dirty, desperate little slut.”

He tilts his head, mock sympathy in his voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s worth it. You’ll forget everything you were. Everything you wanted. The only word you’ll know...”

He leans in, brushing his lips against yours—barely.

“...is my name.”

Your breath stutters as his thumb slides down your chin, dragging it open until your lips part with a soft gasp. Sukuna hums, a low, vibrating sound in his throat that’s equal parts cruel and amused.

“So easy to break,” he murmurs, eyes devouring your expression. “And you want it. You want to be reduced to a whimpering little pet in my grasp. Filthy.”

His hand leaves your throat—just long enough to trail down your side, the weight of it scorching through your clothes like a brand. Four hands. Four points of contact. You barely register where he’s touching anymore, only that you're utterly surrounded by him. Caged.

“You’re trembling.” His voice is soft now. Dangerous. A hiss laced with anticipation. “Not from fear. Not entirely.”

You try to speak, but no words come. Sukuna notices. He always notices.

“Look at you,” he grins. “On the edge of reason. You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? For years. Dreamed of what I’d do to you. What it would feel like when I finally touched you.”

One hand grabs your jaw again, forcing you to meet his gaze. All four eyes bore into yours—two mocking, two ravenous.

“Thats right, I was aware every time you thought about me. I saw those dirty little fantasies late at night. Now you’re here. And I’m real. And I promise you this—when I’m done, you won’t want to go back.”

Your knees threaten to give out. His body is so close. Heat rolls off of him like steam from a fresh kill. You can smell the iron in the air, the faintest metallic tang of blood soaked into the stones beneath you. His domain is alive, pulsing—watching.

He steps closer still, and his lips hover a breath away from yours.

“You summoned me,” he whispers darkly. “You walked willingly into the lion’s jaws.”

He leans down, mouth brushing the corner of yours, just enough to make your head spin.

“Now beg,” he growls. “Beg to be devoured.”

And just as his mouth descends toward yours in a twisted parody of a kiss, the world around you goes darker—red lightning crackling through the shadows like veins, the temple stone beneath your feet pulsing with cursed energy. The air thickens, pressing against your skin like a second body. The veil between power and pleasure snaps taut.

Everything is trembling on the edge.

The moment before the storm.

The exact place you’d wanted to be.

You kiss him back with equal ferocity, matching his hunger beat for beat. His lower hands make quick work of your oversized t-shirt, claws slicing through the fabric like it’s nothing more than paper. The sudden tear and the rush of cool air against your bare skin draw a gasp from your lips—but he doesn’t waste the opportunity. His tongue slips into your mouth, skilled and unrelenting, claiming every inch as if he owns it. Which, in this moment, he does.

A helpless whimper escapes you, and the sound earns a guttural, possessive growl from deep in his chest. His upper hands find your breasts, easily engulfing them—his fingers rough, greedy, squeezing with a pressure that borders on painful. You arch into his touch even as you flinch, the sensation overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of your throat, licking and biting with the same cruel precision he likely used to kill a thousand men. When he finds a particularly sensitive spot, you moan, voice hitching—and the smirk that spreads across his lips against your skin is unmistakable. He’s found your weakness, and now he plans to exploit it.

Without warning, sharp pain rips through your neck as his fangs sink into your flesh. Your eyes roll back, the coppery tang of your blood mixing with the heat of his breath. You cry out, instinctively reaching for him, fingers tangling in his hair in a desperate attempt to pull him away.

But Sukuna is far from done.

He growls again, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and forcing them behind your back with humiliating ease. The other hand holds you in place by the waist, and he laps at the blood trailing from your wound, his tongue slow and deliberate. Worshipful, in a twisted, terrifying way.

He doesn’t stop. He dives back in, sucking, biting, marking you over and over until your neck blossoms in deep reds and violent purples. A crown of bruises worn only by the damned.

You’re trembling now, not from fear—but from the unbearable rush of it all.

And Sukuna? He’s only just begun.

He reaches one of his lower hands between your thighs, brushing aside your pajama shorts with an effortless motion. With a flick of his wrist, he hooks a finger into the waistband of both your shorts and panties, tearing them apart like wet paper. The sound of fabric ripping echoes in the chamber, followed by the soft whisper of cloth hitting bone as your clothing falls to the ground in tatters.

With his other lower arm, he lifts you like you're weightless, hands gripping your waist with practiced strength—rough, yet with a frightening kind of care. Like a predator who doesn’t want to break the prey until the right moment. As he ascends the pile of skulls, you instinctively avoid looking down, unwilling to think about who they once were. You focus instead on him—on the sensation of his body pressed to yours, on the terrifying comfort of his grip.

His lips never leave your neck. His fangs, already stained with your blood, drag against your skin in a cruel promise. Your neck, once smooth, now blooms with dark marks—bruises, welts, cuts—a living canvas of his possession.

A sudden wave of shame crashes over you as the reality of what you’re doing sinks in. What would your fellow Jujutsu sorcerers think if they saw you like this? Marked by a curse—the curse. You feel the weight of your choices bearing down.

He feels it too.

Without a word, he hurls you onto his throne—a towering, jagged seat of bone and twisted steel, as brutal and imposing as its master. You hit the seat with a thud, breath stolen from your lungs, your body trembling with a mix of fear, guilt, and something darker.

A strong hand seizes your chin, tilting your face upward. You look into four burning eyes, full of scorn and amusement.

“Tch. Look at you,” he mutters. “Trembling like a leaf, after crawling into my domain on your own. I don’t let just anyone in here, you know.” His other hand cracks against your cheek with a sharp slap, the sting blooming instantly across your skin. “Well you're in luck. I've always wanted to defile a jujutsu sorcerer. Its just my luck a fucked up pretty little whore dropped in my lap.”

Tears spring to your eyes, not just from pain, but from the shame curling deep in your stomach.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “Three years you spent digging into my legacy. Feeding your obsession. And here you are—just another filthy human slut desperate to be touched by something monstrous.”

He cages you in, all four arms braced on either side of you, his massive form casting you in shadow. You feel like prey. Trapped. Hunted. Your heart races.

“I can smell it, you know—the guilt,” he sneers. “But I can also smell the truth underneath it.”

He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“You want them to know. All those little sorcerers you call friends—you want them to see the marks I leave on you. You want them to know who you belong to now. Don’t you, little whore?”

You freeze. The thought had crossed your mind once. Maybe more than once. But hearing it said aloud—so crudely, so accurately—makes your throat tighten.

“I asked you a question, whore.” His voice sharpens. “When your king speaks, you answer.”

You gulp, nodding.

He growls softly. “Ah, no. Not enough. I want words, not whimpers. So mouthy before, and now you cant even get a coherent sentence out. I havent even fucked you yet, how pathetic.

You look up into his eyes—terrified and trembling, but unable to lie to yourself anymore.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Yes… I want them to know I’m yours.”

He smiles—a twisted, triumphant expression that sends a chill down your spine.

“Good girl,” he says, lips curling back to bare his fangs. “Because from this moment on, you are.”

Suddenly, his grip tightens, and before you can process what’s happening, you feel a rush of pressure between your thighs — not one, not two, but three of his massive fingers drive into you without warning. The sudden stretch steals the breath from your lungs.

“You want it, do you?” His voice is a low growl, vibrating through your chest like thunder. “Then beg, pet. Beg for your king.”

Your words crumble into gasped half-sentences, muffled moans, and desperate little pleas as your body writhes helplessly in his hold, trying to match his rhythm. Every curl of his fingers makes your vision blur, the relentless pace driving you higher, faster.

“Oh, you can do better than that.” His voice darkens, almost mocking. “Beg for your king like the filthy little whore you are. Say it. Show me.”

His thumb finds your clit, pressing in tight circles that send shocks up your spine. Your back arches against him, mouth falling open with a sobbing moan.

“F-Fuck, please,” you choke out, barely coherent. “Please—please, I need it—need you—Sukuna, please—”

The moment his name falls from your lips, everything changes. He lets out a feral noise that’s somewhere between a snarl and a groan, and before you can even mourn the loss of his fingers, he buries his dick deep inside you with a savage thrust.

You cry out, not just from the stretch, but from the overwhelming sensation that follows — the heat, the fullness, the way your body clenches around him like it was made for this. Made for him.

His breath stutters against your skin. “Tight little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You feel that, don’t you? How you fit around me so perfectly. It’s like you were always meant to be mine. God, you can fucking see my dick in your stomach.” he groans out. Its been so long since hed taken anyone like this; and though he’d never admit it to you, you’re the best pussy he’s ever had. 

You don’t even have time to answer. Your body moves on instinct, spasming around him as your climax hits you in a sudden, overwhelming wave. He holds you steady, one arm wrapping around your waist like a steel band, the other gripping your thigh as he starts to move — deep, slow, brutal.

“Already?” He chuckles darkly. “You must be a virgin Cumming so quickly… How precious.”

He leans forward, forcing you to meet his eyes — those four blazing orbs searing into your soul. “Look at you. Wrecked, ruined, and I’ve barely even started.”

One of his hands slides up, fingers wrapping around your throat — squeezing slightly to constrict your breathing slightly. “You’re mine now,” he says, tone calm but laced with threat. “Every breath you take. Every sound you make. Every time someone even thinks of touching you, they’ll see me in your eyes.”

You can barely think, barely speak, every nerve set alight as he starts to move again — unrelenting and commanding. All that’s left is the sound of your whimpers, the heat of his breath on your skin, and the terrifying, intoxicating truth:

You don’t want to be anywhere else.

“Mmf- s-sukuna-” you moan out, knees falling open as you completely submit, showing just how much he can use you. “Mm… let you do anything..” 

He stops his momentum immediately, making you actually tear up, missing his dick pressing against your cervix, hitting the right spots every time. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” his eyes flash, sadistic smirk forming across his face. One of his hands grips your chin harshly, and he spits, spits, in your face. “Say. that. Again.” 

You gasp, his saliva trailing down your cheek. You gulp before responding quietly. “I’d let you do anything you want to me.” your voice is slurred with pleasure slightly, and you swear his eyes glow red when the words leave your lips. 

He drops your chin and shoves you down, hooking your legs around his waist. 

“You innocent, little thing. You have no idea what you’ve done.” he purrs in your ear. 

“I’m going to fucking tear you apart.” 

Suddenly his mouth is on your breasts, biting and sucking, and he resumes his cruel thrusting pace, making you scream out in surprise. He grabs a nipple into his mouth, biting down on the taut bud just enough to send jolts of pain and pleasure through your body. His hand grips your other breast, rolling your the nipple between his large fingers and pinching. 

He looks up at you, mouth still moving on your breasts, and he actually has to close his eyes to keep himself from cumming. 

Your head is lolled to the side, eyes dazed and rolled back. You’re flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth open as actual drool dribbles out. 

His marks completely cover your body, and he absolutely knows there is no way of covering them up. You look like you're in pure ecstasy, and he engranes the image in his mind to use at a later date. 

Another orgasm pours over you, and Sukuna lets out an animalistic growl as you squeeze around his dick. 

“Fuck- tightest little cunt- god, I can’t wait to fucking fill you up.” 

You moan at his words, and he continues fucking into you roughly, finally releasing your neck as finger-shaped bruises begin to form. He holds your hips down, bringing another hand to your clit, flicking at rubbing it harshly.  

A third orgasm crashes over you, catching even you off guard. Sukuna barks out a yell, sinking his teeth back into your neck as he makes four deep thrusts, your constricting walls finally breaking him. He growls and falls against you, spurting load after load of hot, sticky cum deep in your cunt. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, feeling him fill you to the brim. 

For a moment, the only sound that lingers in the heavy air is the ragged rise and fall of your breathing, tangled with his own. Sukuna releases your wrists, and to your surprise, his movements shift — not harsh, not greedy. He pulls out of you with an almost reverent slowness, your body still trembling from the aftermath.

You whimper instinctively, still aching, still stretched far beyond your limits. His deep, throaty chuckle rumbles through the chamber as he watches you tighten around the emptiness he left behind.

“There, there, little girl,��� he murmurs, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek with unexpected tenderness. His clawed fingers trail your jaw, soft for the first time. “You got what you wished for.”

Through your half-lidded eyes, you catch the faintest hint of something new tugging at the corners of his mouth. Not smugness. Not triumph. Something quieter. Older.

A single, large hand cups your cheek, his thumb swiping gently beneath your eye. “Sleep now, pet,” he says, voice low and velvety. “Perhaps I’ll grant you another visit.”

The world goes dark not with fear, but with surrender.

Sunlight filters through the narrow cracks in your curtains, speckling your room in faint gold. You blink against the light, breath catching as memories rush in—vivid, violent, visceral.

You jolt upright and immediately regret it, pain flaring through every muscle. So it was real...

Gingerly, you swing your legs off the bed, feeling your thighs protest every movement. Every step toward your vanity is a struggle—your body marked, exhausted, claimed.

And when you catch your reflection, you freeze.

Your neck and chest are a canvas of bruises, deep purples blooming across pale skin like morbid blossoms. Small bandages pepper your body—tucked neatly over teeth marks, scratches, and raw places only he could’ve reached. You stare, wide-eyed, as a blush rises to your cheeks.

Did the King of Curses… bandage you?

Your hand comes up to touch one of them, and something twists in your chest. Not fear. Not shame.

Possession.

A flicker in the mirror draws your attention. For a brief second—too fast to be certain—you swear you see four crimson eyes watching from the shadows behind you. A whisper of heat coils at the base of your spine.

Then it’s gone.

But you know better now.

This isn’t over.

You had opened a door. And Sukuna… would never lets his plaything close it again.