#she hits you where you don't expect to be hit and she is SO much more effective

[mossangelll]

please please please! is there a part 2 of "bath time" of yandere!jinx? that was so good, like, real good... i felt butterflies in my stomach. i hope you consider writing a second part because i feel like i'm going insane. i need her so much:(

thank you for your service! your writing is so good. i hope your pillow is cold in both ways♡

"please, don't stop writing about her..." i beg as i kneel weakly in front of you.

so you’re the reason my pillow has been nice and cold recently…ty 😌

a/n: so fun to write! this jinx is very delusional and doesn’t even know what the word ‘boundary’ means lmao but i was also a bit stressed writing this bcs i never planned for there to be a sequel but there was a lot of interest. idk if they want to be tagged but ty to the person in my dms who inspired me to write pt2! what i’m trying to say is idk if it’ll live up to expectations but i hope you like!! also, i won’t stop writing for jinx or arcane for a while ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

bed time 🛏️💤 - sequel to bath time

cw: yandere behaviour, unhealthy relationship, drugging, dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+ only

Something was wrong with Jinx, you didn’t know what exactly but you could tell the moment she guided you to your seat in the makeshift dining room room, hands jittery and pink eyes darting everywhere but your face.

She bit her chapped lips as she watched each forkful you took of the dinner she painstakingly prepared, perfectly in time with every one of your own hesitant bites. You tried your best to hide your discomfort but god! She didn’t even try and pretend to eat her own food - so much so that her fork was scraping against the plate, making you wince with each screech of metal hitting ceramic.

The silence, offset by the incessant skrr of her scraping, was unnerving; usually, you had a hard time keeping track of all the topics she hurled at you at the dinner table, about an outside world you were long since disconnected from. Honestly, it felt like she did it on purpose, to get a rise out of you so she finally had a valid excuse to punish you, not like she needed one. You were experienced in how “hands on” she could be when putting you in your place and you shuddered at the thought.

You were just about to take your last bite, or maybe ask her about her day to clear the air - you didn’t know, your head was starting to fill with static and your fork wavered between the plate and your mouth before she beat you to the punch.

She sprang up from her chair with so much fervour it fell at her feet as she skipped over to where you were sat to wrap her arms around your shoulders and nuzzle into your neck.

What was up with her? Your fork was still hovering in mid-air and you raised an eyebrow, one she thankfully couldn’t see, at her antics. Sure, Jinx was…eccentric to say the least but this? This was strange even for someone like her.

“How ya feeling toots? M’hoping you liked dinner, put a looooot of effort into it, y’know. Just for you.”

Her muffled voice sounded sickeningly sweet and airy against the delicate skin of your neck causing you to bristle at the feeling. The arms around you tightened and her breathing sharpened; if you were anyone else, you wouldn’t have seen through her almost imperceptible tells but she’s had you for a while and being able reading Jinx like a book comes with the unwanted territory.

You forced yourself to relax and scoop the now cold food into your mouth as you audibly hummed your satisfaction to appease her ever-changing moods. There. This should calm her down.

“I’m good, thanks Jinx. The food is so delici-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as your hold on the cutlery suddenly weakened. You couldn’t even react as you watched, or rather heard seeing as your vision was fading in and out with each passing moment, your fork clatter to the ground. The noise was dulled down by whatever was wrong with you.

Your head was all stuffed up, like it was crammed to the brim with dozens of fluffy cotton balls. You tried to shake the feeling away but instead came down with a horrific case of vertigo that left your brain reeling and your eyes clenched shut. The corrugated sheet walls, covered in Jinx’s colourful, tell-tale graffiti and copious doodles of the two of you, seemed to close in on you as your world quickly began to spin. A shaky hand darted out to grip Jinx’s forearm in search of some form of stability, uncaring of who exactly you had to rely on in order to achieve it.

Jinx finally straightened up, still keeping you in her tight grasp, and one of her hands slipped to touch your forehead, tutting at what she found.

“You’re burning up toots, gotta get you to lie down.”

Hot. So fucking hot.

You hadn’t even realised until she’d pointed it out but she was right. Too preoccupied in the midst of your delirium to notice you felt so incredibly hot and the sensation had spread from the top of your head to each of your extremities; not a single inch of your body was spared from the onslaught of pure heat setting you ablaze from the inside out.

Jinx scooped up your limp body in her arms, she was more athletic than she seemed from years of carrying heavy explosives but it never failed to surprise you, and carried you over to the bed you shared. The fairy lights strung across the small room were so blurry they melted into a mess of light and the polaroid pictures she took of you, back before you knew of her existence and she was just a stalker, made you feel as though you were in some awful, twisted nightmare.

Perhaps you were coming down with a sudden fever and you would have to lie there and let her care for you, although begrudgingly. You expected her to run off in search of medicine, this was concerning even to you and she had freaked out over much less, but instead she lay down next to you, her hands going from caressing your hot face to exploring the dips and curves of your body.

Her hand was cool as it came down to rest on your thigh, seemingly penetrating through the layers you had put on and somehow branding your still-flaming skin. The hand not on your thigh inspected your face, prodding here and there and opening your drooping eyelids to inspect something.

The look of pure panic and anxiety you expected to be on her face was confusingly absent, replaced with an oddly lustful expression. Her cheeks were ruddy, her lips parted and shiny from where she kept wetting them with her tongue and her eyes…her eyes startled you. Jinx’s pupils were blown out and only a slight ring of pink was visible, your heart began to race as you realised something very bad and completely out of your control was unfolding.

“Huh,” your captor huffed out, face dangerously close to yours, “He sure did up the dosage…maybe a little too much…” Jinx’s voice trailed off but you could just about make out what she muttered under her breath. You found that you didn’t care enough to figure out what exactly she meant, the delirious state you were in decided that for you.

“Angel, you really don’t understand what you do to me, do ya?” her voice came out powder- soft like the snow you used to jump in and make snow angels in when you were younger. But you didn’t know if she was whispering or if your hearing really was that messed up.

Her blue flyaways tickled the side of your face as she bent down to give a tentative kiss to your neck. Then, she peeled off each layer of clothing stuck to your body with such an ease that it made you question if she’s done this to you before.

“J-Jinx? What’re you doing?” Your voice came out slurred and no matter how badly you wanted to push her away and run, your body simply refused to listen to the devastated wails of your brain. Right now, all you wanted was to reject her smothering hold but you lacked the energy to actually do anything substantial, even clenching your fist seemed to drain you even further.

She dismissed your worried question with a less than pleased shhh and placed several more gentle pecks down the column of your throat and as much as it pained you to admit, it felt good. More than good actually - it was orgasmic. Each touch of her lips she gave you seemed to douse the raging flames for a moment before reigniting them, causing them to burn brighter than they did before and you couldn’t help but keen and writhe at the utter torture you were going through.

She perked up at the strangled noise that forced its way out of you, eyes narrowing in mischief and her lips curling up into a cruel smile.

“I knew you’d like that!” You decided then and there you hated how decisive she sounded, as if she had your body and soul mapped out on the palm of her hand, as if she knew you better than you knew yourself. Her lips then kissed a trail from your neck to your navel, stopping to nibble and lick at the ticklish skin there and giggling at your minute squirms, “It got me thinking, toots, after our bath time - what else can little ol’ me get away with?” She whispered the last part against your soft skin, voice lost to your flesh and mind.

Before you can start to decode what exactly she meant, she gives your stomach a final kiss before yanking down the final layer separating you from what she do badly yearned for. And maybe what you now yearned for too.

You can barely hold your head up to watch her movements, instead settling for tilting your head to the side but even that had you feeling like a shimmer-sick addict.

“P-please…” your weak voice warbled out and clearly Jinx had taken pity on you. Fuck, you didn’t even know what you were begging for but you knew that you couldn’t go on like this for any longer.

She nodded sympathetically, eyes wide and blown out as she reached out to cradle your heavy head, proving that she didn’t really feel bad for you; that you knew even in this addled state of yours. Her lips met yours and her tongue darted out to bite at your bottom lip, her way of asking for entry. Her tongue in your mouth placated the almost painful arousal you felt, with Jinx fighting for dominance when you weren’t even putting up a fight, happy enough to sit there and take whatever she gives you.

Your vision was hazy but you could see and feel the string of saliva connecting you both - hell, Jinx looked just as fucked up as you felt. The impish Jinx you were accustomed to was gone and all that was left in her wake was a woman who would stop at nothing to keep you with her.

Your arms felt like lead and you couldn’t even reach out to smooth your sweaty hand against your captor’s arm. You just wanted assurance this was real, that you weren’t dreaming this up, that she would help you get better no matter what it cost you.

“It’s a shame you’re like this, would’ve been nice to feel your hands on me.” She lamented with a pout but she was quick to dismiss the thought as she looked down at your body, all pretty and sweet and worked up just for her. The wetness between your thighs seemed to shimmer at her, as if it was proof that all her patience was finally manifesting in her dream come true. She wiggled out of her tight pants and top, she didn’t want to waste what you lovingly presented to her on a silver platter, and made more of a show of slipping out of her underwear before getting to business.

Her lithe form oh so slowly slithered down the mattress until she was directly facing you soaking wet pussy. You didn’t have the time nor faculty to close your legs from her invasive gaze before she dove in head-first, slurping at the liquid ambrosia dripping from you.

You let out a shocked gasp, the only thing you can manage despite needing to let out a guttural, full body moan, not expecting her to do anything so soon. She continued in that manner, licking long stripes up your cunt and swirling her tongue around your clit until you were nothing but a useless puddle beneath her.

You felt your vision waver and everything faded to black as the static in your mind only grew stronger - and that’s when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. And yet, the fiery longing within you only stopped for a mere second before returning in its full glory, making you more desperate than you were before and you still had no idea what caused this.

The feeling was too much and you passed out as Jinx was still eating you out but when you came to she was now fingering you, wrist tense and three fingers pistoning in and out of you with rapid determination.

Out again.

Back again; she had one of your nipples in her mouth, rolling it against her tongue, as he caressed your sensitive clit, doing the same to herself.

Out again.

Back again; she was kissing the skin at your thighs and leaving bruising hickies that stained the upper half of your legs and although you knew you should be mad, protest, do anything, you just moaned in abject pleasure. She looked up from where she was stamping her ownership to see you staring and couldn’t help but slowly smile, before saying in her husky voice, “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never think about leaving me ever again. Just stay awake long enough for it, y’hear?”

Out again.

You woke up again, unsure of how long it had been since you last passed out, and this time her scrawny arms were manoeuvring the dead weight of your body, guiding your hips to slot just underneath hers so she could take up all the work of visciously grinding against you. With each drag of her hip against yours, your clits bumped together and you groaned as loudly as your tired vocal cords could manage.

She leaned forwards, still grinding against you as the slick squelches echoed in the room, and grasped both of your tits in her hands. Her nails dug into the softness of your chest before fondling the crescent marks she left behind and twisting at your sore nipples, causing you to yelp and her to darkly chuckle.

You moaned once the pain ebbed away and found yourself mesmerised looking at Jinx’s face; the low light in the room cast deep shadows across her face and only seemed to accentuate the feral look in her eyes, the sensual way she bit her lip as she looked on at you - you needed more.

“Fuck, toots, don’t want this to ever end. You’re so good for me.” Jinx moaned out as one hand retreated in order to play with her own chest. Her head was flung back and you watched, entranced, when her long braids fell to the floor and at the same time, the pale expanse of her throat was exposed to you. How badly you wanted to sink your teeth in and bite.

It was odd to see Jinx so vulnerable in front of you and it only confused your addled mind further but instead you were made to focus on the carnal desires flowing through your veins and igniting your blood.

You didn’t know how it was possible to orgasm again after already having so many prior to this, but once again you felt that burning pressure build up inside of you like getting a jolt from an exposed live wire. It bubbled up in the tips of your toes and shot up your spine, your weak body overwhelmed by the rapture Jinx had caused within you. Clearly she wasn’t unaffected by your display as her own high pitched moans and grunts reached your eyes and the grinding of her hips sped up so you both could ride out your highs together, hand in hand.

You couldn’t stop the falling tears as the torment from the past few hours finally died down at last and you could close your eyes for the last time that night and rest.

Once Jinx’s own orgasm slowly faded away into residual jolts of pleasure and then nothingness, she disentangled her trembling legs from yours and spooned your sleeping body, covering up your naked bodies with the blanket all whilst panting out of exhaustion.

“Nighty night, sweets.” Jinx waited until your breathing finally started to equalise, not that it was really necessary; you were so drugged out you probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, never mind wake up.

Then, she turned away and fumbled around in the crate next to the bed she used for storage and located the vial, smooth and cool and safe in her hands. Sure, she was upset your first time the way she intended it to happen was stolen from her, she could blame Singed and his inability to do things in moderation, but still she could sleep at night knowing she got to share such a special moment with you.

masterlist

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Ooh so i was watching "Sawdes" And i thought what if desi reader and Lando watch that movie together and she explains all the small details to him, like the caste system and how rigid it was, and how it actually was in the villages and Lando's like very curious to know about India.

swades ⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

ᡣ𐭩 ln x desi!reader ✬

ᡣ𐭩 fluff ✬

masterlist ☾☼

lando was sprawled out on the couch, legs stretched comfortably over the ottoman, a bowl of popcorn precariously balanced on his lap. the tv flickered with the opening credits of "swades," the soothing hum of the background score filling the cozy living room.

"so, what's this one about again?" lando asked, glancing at you with genuine curiosity.

you settle next to him, tucking your feet in under you. "it's a movie about this indian guy who works for nasa and then goes back to his roots and finds a need to give back to his community."

lando inclines his head. "sounds deep."

you smiled. "it is, but it's also very beautiful and so real."

as the movie started, you noticed lando's brows furrow slightly during the scenes that showed mohan—the protagonist—returning to his village. the dusty roads, the humble huts, and the villagers carrying out their daily routines seemed to intrigue him.

"wait, why's he sitting on the ground?" lando asked during a pivotal scene where a villager refused to sit on the same level as mohan.

you stopped the movie and turned to face him. "that's actually a huge part of india's history—the caste system. it's a strict social hierarchy that has been around for thousands of years. people were divided into different groups based on their jobs, and it determined where they could live, what they could do, and even who they could talk to."

lando's eyes widened. "seriously? that's awful. is it still like that now?"

"not officially," you said, picking at a stray thread on your sweater. "the indian government banned caste discrimination years ago, but in rural areas… it's complicated. traditions and mindsets don't change overnight."

he nodded slowly, digesting your words. "so that's why the guy didn't sit on the bench. he's… lower caste?"

"exactly," you said. "he probably grows up thinking he's not good enough for someone like mohan, who's educated and from the city. it's just sad."

lando sat back, scratching his head. "man, we brits really left a mess behind, huh?"

you snorted, unable to hold in the laugh that had begun to rise. "a bit of an understatement there, lando."

he grinned sheepishly. "alright, alright, point taken. i’ll add it to the list of things i’m apologizing for. right under the tea tax."

the movie continued, and you found yourself explaining more details to lando—how arranged marriages worked in rural India, why electricity and running water were still luxuries in many villages, and the deep cultural significance of festivals like dussehra. lando hung onto every word, his questions reflecting genuine interest.

"it's crazy to think about," he said during intermission. "like, i took so much stuff for granted-growing up—clean water, electricity, just even … being treated as an equal. and then this guy's coming to alter the way an entire village lives its life. inspiring,"

you smiled at him, a warmth spreading through your chest. "that's why i love this movie. it's not just a story; it's a reminder of where we come from and how much work there's still left to do."

"also a reminder that my ancestors were the worst," lando added, giving you a mock-serious look. "you're never letting me live this down, are you?"

"nope," you said, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. "you're stuck with me and my history lessons."

By the time the credits rolled, lando was wiping at his eyes, laughing sheepishly when you caught him. "alright, i'll admit… that hit harder than i expected."

you chuckled, leaning into his side. "told you it's a masterpiece."

he looked down at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "you'll take me there one day, right? to india? i want to see it for myself."

your heart swelled at his sincerity. "absolutely. but only if you're ready for a sensory overload-the crowds, the colours, the chaos."

lando grinned. "bring it on. as long as i've got you to explain everything."

you smiled, reaching for his hand. "always."

you then realized just how lucky you were-to share a piece of your world with someone who cared enough to listen, to learn, and to embrace it wholeheartedly.

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i tried to add a little humour in this, but like, the movie itself is really serious, so i kept the fic a little serious too. i hope you like it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04 ; @phobiccneel ; @winkev1

[putiflowy]

Seong Gi-hun x fem! reader

Summary: On your way home you are being chased by a strange man in a suit. No place seems safe until you run into an old friend, Gi-hun.

Warnings: I'm a yapper (word count: 2.5k). Also, sexy time (masturbation, oral, teasing, praising, sex toys, unprotected sex, a lot of talking during sex, penetration, creampie, fluff).

Walking alone at night has always been a terrifying experience and even more when you were being followed by a mysterious dark figure. You held your purse strap tightly and played with it between your fingers to calm your nerves. In case the man showed up, you were prepared to hit him with it. In the best case scenario, he wouldn't follow you afterward. However, worse situations crossed your mind. Therefore, you decided that the best thing to do was to find a place to hide.

Not so far from you there was a bright neon light coming from a pink motel. Although you had lost sight of the creepy man, you decided it was best not to risk going home. As you approached the doors, you realized that everything was darker and less welcoming than you had expected. Still, you pressed the doorbell as many times as you could and waited for an answer. Your knocks had not gone unnoticed. What you didn't know was that a camera had been zooming in to get a closer picture of you.

"Fuck it." You sighed and decided to walk away, trying to find a safer place so the freak would get tired of following you. Near the motel, there was a convenience store that still had light. You greeted the tired cashier and she forced a smile in return. As you checked out the products through the various food sections, you kept an eye on the window, just in case the man appeared. Once in the drink section, you took your time inspecting all the products.

“Coffee with milk… no… aloe vera juice… no… boba tea… hmmm…”. Staying focused on the juices was also a way to release the pent-up stress. However, this new task had made you oblivious to your surroundings. Suddenly, a finger poked your shoulder. It was a polite touch, but still, it sent shivers down your spine. You had goosebumps everywhere. Was it him?

"You seem to be lost." A familiar voice spoke from behind you.

"Gi-hun?" As soon as you saw that lanky figure of your childhood friend, your fear was replaced by nostalgia and excitement. You couldn't contain your happiness and immediately jumped up to give him a bear hug.

"(Y/n)!" He exclaimed and quickly returned the embrace. From the tightness of his grip, you could tell he had missed you too. After breaking away from the hug, you put your free arm around his and he gently caressed the hand you had offered him. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, his face glowed with joy.

"Gi-hun, it's so great to see you again. It's been ages, where have you been hiding?" Curiosity took hold of you. A lot of questions needed to be made.

"I could say the same, (Y/n)! We have a lot to catch on." You walked the short aisles of the store as if you were a young couple strolling through the mall.

"Tell me, tell me! Are you living here in Seoul?" The latest update you had on his life was that his daughter was a very good student and that he was having frequent arguments with his wife.

"No, no, I moved recently... work related." He scratched the back of his head and broke eye contact with you for a moment.

"Oh! Are you living here with... Ga-yeong? How is she anyway? She must be so tall by now. Just like his dad!" You mentally high-fived yourself for being able to remember his daughter's name.

"Ugh... She is actually with Eun-ji and her husband, in the US." He lowered his head for a moment, as this was a difficult and personal topic.

"I did not know-"

"Don't worry! Things happen. So, how are you? And what brings you to Seoul?" He quickly changed the subject to focus on you. After all, there was a reason he came here.

"Oh not much. Well, actually, I went for some drinks with my coworkers and they all left. I was trying to get to my house, but-"

"I saw you on the camera of the motel. Are you okay?" His grip on your hand tightened.

"Are you... working there?" Your head was not focused on the problem that brought you to this place.

"I'll explain it later, but yeah. Now tell me, are you in danger?" The joy on his face faded, revealing an expression of concern. That was the real intention that brought him here, despite wanting to see you.

"I think... I think a guy is following me." You started to remember the details of the night. "I was at the club and, as I was about to have a drink, a man in a suit offered to pay for it. He got closer to my ear and asked me if I wanted to play a game. I said nothing and went back with my coworkers. Then, sometime during the night, he came up to me again and started saying some scary shit like…." Gi-hun listened as he breathed deeply, worried about the suited man.

"What did he say?" He asked, his hand still gripping yours.

"He knew my name and surname. Also my debt. It was so weird. I decided to walk away from that place as fast as I could. I'm scared, Gi-hun. I don't want to go to my house in case he follows me, but maybe he already knows where I live."

"Don't worry, (Y/n). I'll stay here with you. You can stay at my house if that's what makes you feel safer."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Gi-hun." On your way back to his home, you did not expect him to be living on the pink motel. Even less expected: he was the owner. The door to his room was reinforced and had various latches. The inside was quite messy with papers all around, yet he kept the place pretty clean. As you inspected the room, you quickly took notice of the different screens that showed various locations of the motel. He had cameras almost everywhere. This made you worry more about his situation than yours.

"There are many thugs around here. I like to keep an eye on them." Gi-hun sat confortably on his bed, leaving a space for you to sit beside him. You decided to sit in front of him in a wooden chair, ready to get all the answers.

"What's going on here, Gi-hun? How did you get all the money to pay for this motel and... well all of this?" The worry in your eyes was notorious. What had this man gotten himself into?

...

The hours went by quickly. You shared laughs, talked about recent losses, struggles, reminisced about childhood memories. The fear dissipated. Had a few. The attraction you felt for him was slowly more and more obvious. You got up the courage over drinks and decided to flirt with him. Gi-hun seemed to be into you by the way he laughed at all of your jokes and how he touched your arm from time to time.

"Hey, if I go into the bathroom. There won't be cameras watching me, right?" You warned him by tugging firmly on his shirt collar. The corner of his mouth trembled trying to hide his laughter.

"No, don't worry, (Y/n)." He raised his arms in an attempt to prove his innocence.

"Good." You pointed the leather bag that was on his bed and he brought it closer to you. "Thanks." With a last dangerous but flirtatious glance, you left the room.

The bathroom was not anything out of this world, yet it had a very nice bathtub with a purple curtain. You checked your face on the mirror to reapply mascara. Your lipstick was long gone but as you were anticipating a lot of making out for this night, you did not put any on. For an extra spicy touch for the night, you took your panties and bra off, hiding them in your bag. Now you were only wearing a tight dress that left no room for imagination. Once you were ready, you walked back to the room. An entertained and slightly drunk Gi-hun was waiting patiently on his bed.

"You look different." Gi-hun's hand was resting near his crotch and the other one was holding his weight.

"You like it?" He was enjoying your moves as you showed him your dress. You left the bag on the floor and walked enticingly towards him.

"(Y/n), you look amazing." You sat on his lap facing him, with your expossed crotch pressing on his clothed member. Gi-hun's jaw was relaxed and all you could hear were his heavy breaths, filled with desire to have you.

"You should have told me that a long time ago." You cupped his cheeks between your hands. His face looked pretty funny all squashed up.

"I'd never thought a woman like you would like someone like me." Your hands were impeding Gi-hun from speaking properly.

"You want to fuck me then?" Your direct question caught him off guard, so you took the chance to explore his body. Your index finger caressed softly his cheekbone, admiring his handsome features. You then moved to his shoulders, massaging them and pulling his shirt down. As you started touching him, his hands travelled from your back to your butt, pressing his nails softly. When he noticed you were not wearing panties he gave you a dirty look that let a loud laughter escape from your lips.

"You little freak." This just made him want you more. His movements became more savage, exploring with more passion and leaving no room for shyness. You could feel his clothed erection pressing between your thighs.

"You look so hot when you're horny." You complimented Gi-hun enjoying his facial expression. You also teased him with some wet kisses.

"(Y/n). You can't even imagine how much I want to fuck you." He brushed his fingers over the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly to reveal more skin.

"Me too." He squeezed your ass cheek, still waiting for permission to touch in between your thighs. As it was quite difficult to reach to your parts in this position, you laid down on the bed. You opened your legs widely, making it clear that you wanted him.

"You are quite impatient, aren't you?" He said as he grabbed your thighs firmly. As his head lowered down in between them, you traced with your fingers along the strands of his hair. You could feel his hot breath in your pussy sending shivers throught your entire body.

"Touch me." You ordered but he ignored you. He kept massaging all the places around your pussy to make you crave his touch even more.

"I'm sorry, darling. You will have to beg for it." He licked his lips softly caressing around your folds with his fingers.

"Please, Gi-hun. I need you." You pleaded and he seemed to be satisfied. His index finger found you clit and started rubbing circles against it. You took advantage of the fact that you were holding his hair and you lowered his head to your pussy. In no time, his lips were sucking on your clit, making you shiver and pant even faster. He changed the motions and pace from time to time, which made you go crazier for him. Your vagina was pulsating, wanting him to penetrate you desperately. Gi-hun took notice of this and moved his hand closer to your entrance. He slipped a finger inside of you and in return, you gave him a satisfied smile as he pumped it in and out. Then, he pulled one finger more, still sucking and licking on your clit.

"Is this what you want?" His face was now not so many inches away from yours and his finger still pumping in and out of you.

"I need you Gi-hun, please. Fuck me." You said that last one making eye contact with him flirtatiously. He pulled out his wet fingers out of you for a moment and moved to a drawer to get something.

"You see. When I bought this place it came with some free toys. I still have not had the chance to use them. Wanna try?" He revealed a vibrating bullet and turned it on, showing you the different modes and intensities it had. You gave him a quick 'yes' with your head. He pressed the toy on your clit and a loud moan escaped from your lips when he inserted his fingers back. He enjoyed every bit of it.

"Gi-hun!" You exclaimed grabbing his hand with force. The sensations were becoming overwhelming.

"You look so beatiful like this." He complimented as you panted heavily. "I wonder what you would look like with my cock inside of you." Gi-hun grabbed your wrist guiding it to the vibrating bullet. Now you were the one in control of the modes and intensities. As his fingers were no longer inside of you, you decided to try with a different mode. While you were playing with the vibrator, Gi-hun's hand hooked under your thigh and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. The other hand unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers to reveal his throbbing erection.

"You like that?" He asked rubbing the tip of his penis in your entrance. Seeing your facial expression of pure pleasure and the moans you gave in response were more than enough for him to keep going.

"I want you, Gi-hun." The sound of his name in your lips made him groan. The moment you said you wanted him, he pressed his dick slowly inside of you.

"You feel so good on my dick." His size filled your vagina and he waited a moment for you to adjust before thrusting. Once you were ready he started thrusting in and out slowly. Then, his eyes dropped down to your bouncing boobs.

"Like what you see?" You moved the hand that wasn't holding the vibrator to your boob and gave it a gentle squeeze. Even if he liked it, he decided to take a more dominating role. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them over your head.

"What about this? You like it?" You smiled in return and crossed your legs around his waist so he would keep thrusting deeper. With his dick inside you and the vibrator, you wouldn't last long.

Looking at Gi-hun, he would not last any longer either. His movements became more erratic and his moans louder. Your breaths quickened and your vagina tightened as you were reaching orgasm. Gi-hun took notice of this and kept the pace even if he was almost there too. You could feel everything with even more intensity now. His lips kissing yours and the wet sensations. His moans. His one day beard tickling your face. The tight grip on your wrists. His dick pressing in and out. Your vagina walls tightening. Your breath going faster. You soon came on his dick and his mouth muffled your moans. Your fluids lubricated his member which made it easier to penetrate you.

"Keep going." You told him still feeling some pleasure even if it was less intense. He pumped his dick in and out a few more times before spilling his cum inside you. Once he was done, he pulled his dick out and the cum spilled out of your vagina.

"That was amazing." He said with a satisfied smile laying beside you on the bed. He brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead and gave you a soft peck on your lips.

"Yeah, we should hang out again some time. You almost made me forget about that guy."

[arcane-ish]

Embracing the Monster: Why CaitVi kind of felt left out compared to Zaundads/Timebomb/JayVik

Let me start with some disclaimers: I have have wrestled with the way CaitVi was written in season 2 and tried to make sense of it in this post. And I have wrestled with myself and my tastes and why I actually feel very ill equipped to really say whether CaitVi is shippishly having issues or just being written for a different taste/target audience.

I have my very subjective often very oddball tastes of what I consider a good ship that often goes aggressively what either the general public or the popular fandom public considers good. In the end I can only report on what I saw.

IMO: looking at Arcane season 2 act 3 specifically there is just a really natural thematic flow.

Have you seen the meme: "Arcane was about love? Always has been"?

To me the overall message of Act 3 in particular (but that you can go back to and see traces of it in plenty of other act) is about Embracing the Monster.

And to me, despite the choppiness of much of Act 3, there's just a certain grace to how this is done.

It starts with Silco and Vander formulating the concept. They tease the promise, whether you see Silco or Vander as "the bad one" in this constellation, if you embrace, if you forgive, something great can come out of it.

This flows directly to Ekko who actively listens to it and tries applies it to himself

And it ends with JayVik symbolizing the concept. and ending the cosmic threat with it. Viktor expecting bad treatment due to his actions, Jayce embracing him anyway.

A lot can be said about the pros and cons of that theme (and I will do that), but there's just to me pure power in repetition and thematic congruency that just gives power and makes it hit more even for couples I don't actually like or ship all that much.

The problem is that even though CaitVi is the primary romantic couple of the show, they don't feel like they are part of this thematic trifecta of s2Act3.

CaitVi is too different to fit in, but not different enough to act as a counterpoint

From a story point of view, CaitVi could have been part of this general theme of big hearted understanding and forgiveness. I've seen a lot of discussion about has Cait apologized, has she apologized enough. I think that's besides the point.

We don't see whether Vander apologized to Silco. Jinx probably didn't apologize to Ekko and Viktor didn't in so many words apologize to Jayce. The point of this theme isn't about apologizing.

Considering the bad or misguided things Caitlyn did, she could have been part of that theme. But it would have required Vi to be a lot more horrified by her. To gulf between them would have to have been much larger so it can feel like a big deal for Vi to jump that gulf and embrace Caitlyn despite everything that has happened.

The show plays a little bit with "could Caitlyn become a monster", but in the end it doesn't go there in the way people react to her and how she carries herself. Because the show is hesitant to portray her as monster, for Vi to see Caitlyn as monster, they do not fit into the "embracing the monster*" theme that the other stories have going on. Again I speculate that that might have been intentional and that it might be their way of portraying CaitVi ultimately as a more functional couple.

There's catharsis in CaitVi's big payoff scene. But it's a different catharsis than what the other stories have going on.

Again, the theme of the other pairs is embracing the monster.

The theme of CaitVi is choosing happiness/being liberated from responsibility.

Picture a world where the themes of the other couples had echoed CaitVi? If let's say Ekko had actually felt burdened by his responsibility as a Firelight when he really wants to be with Jinx and him choosing her is about throwing away the shackles of that responsibility? If JayVik had been about Jayce's responsibility on the council and to Mel. If Vander's letter to Silco had been about "I thought I needed to expel you because people told me to, because of my responsibility to the Lanes, but I was wrong and I hate myself for it".

Can you see how if all stories, all relationships had been about choosing love over responsibility (whether it's Vi's responsibility to take care of Jinx or Caitlyn's feeling like she's supposed to live like her mother would have wanted her too), how that would have strengthened CaitVi's story. If the other stories had established a baseline how different characters deal with love and responsibility and set the baseline that this is an important topic that many people struggle with?

Or imagine the reverse, if rather than everybody joining CaitVi's theme, what if let's say rather than the relatively breezy/jokey/flirty/soft mood of the CaitVi scene pre sex had been about Cait having a full on ugly crying scene to the tune of "I'm a monster, I treated you badly, I went the wrong path, I don't deserve you" and Vi had embraced her anyway. If CaitVi had actually spelled out the implied confrontation that maybe went down or should went down between Zaundads, Timebomb, JayVik?

I'm not saying that it would have made a better show or made CaitVi a better couple. What I'm trying to explain what would have been required for CaitVi to feel like "part of the gang". And why right now they feel like the odd ones out, because the theme of three other storylines roughly match each other and CaitVi has a different theme compared to everybody else.

(MelJay is a different case for a couple of reasons)

In the end, it's not a crime that CaitVi doesn't follow everybody else's theme. I have speculated that it might have been intentional, that their theme is in the end maybe healthier/less dysfunctional from a future relationship perspective. Or maybe it's supposed to make them more special that their have their own unique theme.

IMO there's potential logic to going against the grain. But imo for my personal tastes, CaitVi not sharing the same theme would have worked better if they had actively contrasted the other stories by being completely different.

That's the problem of CaitVi being different, but not different enough. Because Cait does physically hurt Vi just not as aggressively as Vander hurting Silco or Timebomb trying to kill each other. And Cait did go down a dark path and lost herself in darkness the way Jinx or Viktor likely did. But it is not treated the same way.

The potential is there, but because the involved people react so differently to the situation it doesn't feel like it's the same theme, not "part of the gang". But it shares too many elements to feel like counterprogramming.

Again imagine a show where CaitVi are the one couple who feel full on differently. Who manage to stay sane and loving and supportive all the way through. If rather than Cait going all "Zaunites are animals!!!" and hitting Vi with the butt of a gun they had a sane and supportive breakup where Cait just tells her "I'm sorry, I can feel like I'm losing myself and I know I cannot be in a relationship now. Just go away, you probably have your own issues to handle first", And the rough corners of the plot had stayed the same of CaitVi being apart in Act 2, Vi doing her Jinx and Vanderwick arc and Cait losing herself in police work and responsibilities, but they always stay respectful and communicative with each other while all the other people around them are way more dysfunctional and hurt by poor communication.

IMO, for my taste (again as somebody who if firmly not a wlw shippers, just an occasional shipper of wlw couples), CaitVi would have resonated more powerfully if the show had gone for either option: join the same theme as the other characters (at the risk of making them more dysfunctional as a couple) or be a more aggressive contrast/the haven of difference and sanity and health in a chaotic world (at the risk of making them more boring/less melodramatic/less meatily shippy).

ETA: I hope it's okay that I tag CaitVi rather than anti. Because this is written from a place of affection, of "what could the show have done differently to make them pop more" (with the stipulation of "for a general audience" with the understanding that that might never have been the goal in the first place)

*I should probably add the "monster" here is naturally metaphorical most of the time and it's not about portraying Jinx, Viktor, Vander&Silco as monsters and more about whether you are missing out by seeing them as monsters, whether monsters like Vanderwick are actually a lot less monstrous than they might seem, that you can come back from anything etc

[bitchface24-7]

Hi V! I was wondering if you felt comfortable doing a fluff fic of reader x viktor or jayce comforting reader on her period ?

All goods if you can't!!

I really enjoy your writing and I live all the attention to detail you put into your stories !!

THIS SUCKS… - VIKTOR & JAYCE X READER

synopsis: you're on your period, you feel bloated, agitated, and your stomach hurts. You can't tell if you're hungry, if you're cramping, or if you really need to shit. Your lovely boyfriend sees you struggling, and takes care of you the best he can.

warnings: menstruation (obviously), pain, fluffy fluff of our boys taking care of us.

genre: m/f or gn/m

p.s. I'm going to write this in the style of bullet points. Also, why not get both? This isn't Jayvik, so if you prefer one over the other, you can just read one part. Love ya! ❤️

VIKTOR X READER

You dread everytime your menstrual cycle hits you. It's painful, messy, and makes you agitated at the littlest things.

It makes you unintentionally be snippy with Viktor, something that upsets you even more since he hasn't done anything to deserve that treatment.

He's incredibly understanding. As someone who deals with chronic pain he understands that pain can make you act in ways that you typically wouldn’t.

Your pain may not be 24/7, but he knows it comes once a month for a week straight.

He has pain killers, a heated weighted blanket, and light food that surprisingly fills you up ready for you.

He’ll even make you sweet milk when you ask for it.

You typically do parallel play, he’ll continue to work, but he’ll make sure he's in the same room as you.

More times than not, he's cuddled up with you in bed, your pleading eyes and pouty lips will be his downfall. He can never say no to you.

Viktor makes this part of your life so much easier, and you can't thank him enough for it.

(its actually his way of thanking you. You take care of him all the time. Adjusting his spinal brace, his leg brace, making sure he has his cane. Helping him take off his assistive devices when he asks. Making sure he eats, he sleeps. He appreciates your care and love more than you'll ever know. So he tries his best to help you when you need it.)

JAYCE X READER

Jayce has a good idea how to take care of menstruation aches and pains. He's practically Cait’s older brother. He was around when she went through puberty.

It was not a pretty sight.

He knows you'll crave sweets, chips, sushi, fried chicken, really anything super flavourful and bad for you.

He knows teas help with cramps, so do heating pads, and lightly massaging your lower abdomen.

He knows you'll alternate between wanting to be alone, and being cuddled.

He knows you'll accidentally get snippy, feel bad, and want to hug him.

He knows it all.

It’s like it was ingrained into him on how to take care of you. He just appreciates that the hellish years he had to deal with a pubescent Cait paid off in the end.

(no he swears she was going to kill him at one point)

Being able to cook delicious food because of his mama makes it even better. He’ll make so much food you honestly wont know where to start. But they'll for sure be something there you can stomach.

They'll always be there to take care of you ❤️

Hi Anon! Thank you for the compliment! Sorry this is much shorter than you probably expected, I just don't deal with my period often? I go like one to three months in-between cycles and I just take care of myself when it happens. I medicate myself and essentially sleep away the pain for a day and a half, then I'm back to normal, I’m just bleeding now as well.

The longest time I went without a period was six months back in 2022 (I was 20 and had gotten it in November after my assumption of extremely early onset menopause LMAO, after that I got a tracker app to help me remember when I get it) and no I was not pregnant. Unless I’m Mother Mary reborn, that wouldn’t be possible.

[haikyu-mp4]

The Snowball Fight

word count; 818 – f!reader, part 2 of this

"I'm so sorry, Bo. I don't know if I can take another step.” You breathed heavily, leaning your hands on your knees. You two had been jogging for a few kilometres, and your legs were already complaining. Although the sudden nickname flustered Bokuto, he wordlessly trotted over and squatted in front of you. Weirdly enough, no part of him was annoyed at your tiredness. Probably because he enjoyed your company so much, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

"Jump on," he encouraged with a glance over his shoulder. You were the flustered one now, shocked at his offer but nowhere near declining it. Jumping on his back, he grabbed under your thighs when your hands hung around his shoulders. The rest of the way consisted of Bokuto walking with long strides, deciding not to speed up too much with you on his back. Very distractingly, you kept sending shivers down his spine by talking into his ear, asking questions about this or that. He would take the questions way too seriously, giving unexpectedly long answers, but you enjoyed that even more.

Because you were suddenly closer to his height, you noticed that he was wearing the scrunchie you lent him the day before. The detail made your smile broaden, and you hugged him just a little tighter.

Konoha was walking from the store after getting some breakfast and almost dropped his tote bag when he saw Bokuto carrying around a woman on his back. He quickly yelled and waved you over. "Kotaro!"

"Huh?" Bokuto was surprised and almost dropped you to the ground. Fortunately, you caught your footing and stayed upright before following Bokuto to meet Konoha halfway.

"I don't think I've met you before?" Konoha said, glancing at his old teammate with a look Bokuto hadn't seen before. "I'm Konoha," he immediately introduced himself, holding a hand out to you.

"Y/n, nice to meet you," you answered confidently.

"Beautiful name, where did you find her?"

Bokuto laughed nervously at Konoha’s blatant teasing. "Library,"

"Ah! You're the one who told him to draw his notes!" A light went off in his head, remembering that Bokuto told him about you the other day. This woman helped me even after I disturbed her studying. She must be very nice, then. She’s super nice. Cute, too. "The cute one."

You chuckled nervously this time. The cute one? "I only gave him the idea," you said, rejecting any credit.

"I bet he's grateful anyway." Konoha winked at his friend, not hiding the gesture from you at all.

"We should go now," Bokuto announced and pointed somewhere behind him.

"Sure, but I expect that you'll tell me next time you're taking her on a date." Konoha dropped that last bomb before walking away with an amused smirk when his friend started laughing nervously once again.

"He's weird." Bokuto looked down at you, and you smiled at each other with warm cheeks.

"Did you tell him I'm cute?" You decided to take advantage of the situation, loving how the man laughed nervously when he was embarrassed. I'm smitten.

"We should jog from here, so we're not late for class," he stated, trying to avoid the topic and jogging away from you. You stopped without him noticing and picked up a chunk of snow, forming it into a ball. Throwing it at his back with a mischievous smile, you laughed as it hit him square between his shoulders, some of it probably going down the neck of his shirt. He stopped abruptly, and when he turned around the look on his face had changed. This meant war.

Bokuto quickly made a snowball and threw it at your back when you ran away. The snowball fight didn't cease soon, and you both learned how competitive the other one was the hard way. You were running around and getting closer and closer to each other for the more fatal attacks. Cold snow melted on the skin under your clothes, and your chest heaved with both laughter and exhaustion. Bokuto finally ended it by tackling you into the pile of snow beside the road. Your breaths came out as smokey clouds, and you looked at each other with admiration.

"You win, Bo." Your voice was low and tickled his spine with sparks. The words gave him a sudden bolt of confidence.

"Maybe we should go out for real sometime," he suggested. The words shocked you, and a smile split your cheeks as you rested your head on the snow.

"I would love that."

"Cool. I really should go now, though, or I'll miss class." You looked at your watch and took Bokuto’s hand so he could pull you up.

"Go on, I'll text you." Blowing him a kiss, he stumbled but caught himself before turning and jogging away from you. That was smooth, Bokuto, real smooth.

"Bye, y/n!" He yelled over his shoulder.

"Bye, Bo!"

The Schoolyear Series ║ masterlist

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 7

Jude didn't feel anger towards Tori for getting flowers from Alex; rather, his pride had taken a hit, and it was enough to cast a shadow over his mood.

Their final day in Dubai before they were set to head back to Madrid was somewhat awkward for both of them.

The private jet they were in was silent, barring the low hum of the plane's engine as they soared through the sky. Despite the plushness and luxury of the private aircraft, Tori felt like she was suffocating in Jude's silence.

“Jude, do you… do you resent me for this?" she asked, breaking the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Jude glanced over at her, surprised by the question. He could see the uncertainty etched on her face, and it tugged at something deep inside him. "Resent you? No, it’s not like that," he replied, trying to keep his tone steady. 

"Then what is it?" she pressed, her eyes searching his. "Because things have been awkward between us since I found the flowers from Alex in my room."

Jude shifted uncomfortably in his plush leather seat, avoiding her penetrating gaze. The last thing he wanted was to let her see how much the whole situation had gotten under his skin. He turned his focus out the oval window, watching the endless clouds drift by, hoping to find the words to ease the tension coiling between them.

“It’s just... complicated,” he finally said, glancing back at her. “I thought we were in a good place, Tori. Then I see those flowers—”

“Jude, I didn’t ask for them. You know that, right?” she interrupted, her voice still soft but edged with desperation.

“I know,” he said, leaning back and running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s just… it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. And I hate that it does.” He could hear the frustration in his voice, even as he tried to suppress it. 

Tori blinked back the emotions that threatened to spill over. “You’re worried about Alex? About what he thinks?”

“No, not him,” Jude said, shaking his head. “It’s more about us. I’ve been thinking about what we have, and how it could change. I don’t want anyone else intruding. I don't want any other man near you,” 

For a moment, both of them sat in silence, the plane's hum filling the space between them. 

Tori's heart raced at his words, a mix of surprise and elation coursing through her. The tension in the air shifted, charging the space with a palpable energy that made her skin tingle. “You’re jealous,” she said, the corner of her mouth quirking upward almost involuntarily.

Jude shot her a sceptical glance, his brow furrowing. “It’s not that simple.” 

“Isn’t it?” she challenged, leaning forward, the distance between them shrinking. “You care about me. You don’t like the idea of me being with someone else.” 

“What did you expect?” he replied, his voice dropping an octave, thick with possessiveness. “Him sending you those flowers felt like he was trying to taunt me in a way.”

“If that is the case, Jude, you're letting him win by being in this mood. I'm here with you, I don't know Alex and I don't care to. I'm where I want to be, isn't that enough?” she asked. 

Jude's gaze locked onto hers, a swirling mix of emotions churning in his chest. The intensity of her words struck a chord deep within him, but his pride wrestled with his desire to fully let her in. “It's not that simple,” he repeated, though his voice trembled slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. 

Tori sighed, leaning even closer, her heart aching at the vulnerability she sensed in him. “Then help me understand. You’re here, I’m here, and I want you. Can’t you see that? Those flowers don’t change anything between us.”

Jude’s jaw tightened as he processed her words. “It’s just... everything feels so precarious. One moment, I think we’re solid, and then—” 

“And then someone sends me flowers,” she interjected, a hint of impatience flaring in her voice. “But Jude, flowers don’t mean anything if I don’t feel anything. You have to know that by now.”

The sincerity in her eyes ignited a flicker of hope within him, sparking something he had feared to acknowledge. “But I do care,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And the thought of losing what we have scares me.”

Tori reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand, warmth spreading where they connected. “You won’t lose me unless you push me away. I’m not going anywhere until you push me away. So don’t. Please.”

Jude felt the breath hitch in his throat as he absorbed her words. The distance that had felt so vast moments ago began to close, the electricity between them crackling with urgency. “I don’t want to push you away, Tori.”

“Then don't,” she whispered, her eyes searching his for a sign of reassurance. “Tell me what you want.” 

He hesitated, the weight of his pride battling against the desire to pull her into his arms. “I want you, Tori.” 

“You have me,” she murmured. There was no clear direction in where the situation was heading, nor had they wholly discussed their wants and needs, but she was undoubtedly his—a notion that scared her and made her feel alive all at once.

The hum of the plane faded into the background as Tori’s words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Jude’s heart raced, his mind racing through the possibilities of what it meant to truly let her in. The fear of vulnerability mingled with the thrill of desire, creating a tumultuous storm within him.

“Then let’s stop dancing around this,” he said, his voice steadier now, laced with determination. “I want to be more than just a passing thought in your mind. I want you to choose me.”

Tori’s breath caught in her throat, a mixture of hope and disbelief swirling in her chest. “As long as you choose me.”

Jude nodded, the weight of her words settling over him. “I’m in, Tori. I want to be the one you think of, the man who makes you smile, the one who gets to hold you.”

Tori felt her heart swell at his sincerity, a smile breaking through the tension that had hung between them as she felt her cheeks flush with warmth. “I’d like that.”

He reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. The simple act felt monumental, a bridge towards something more. 

By the time they landed in Madrid, the city was shrouded in the darkness of the chilly winter night. 

The tension that had once stood between Jude and Tori began to morph into something more lustful, a simmering desire that ignited a connection neither of them could ignore. The emotional chasm that had kept them apart gradually closed, replaced by a magnetic force drawing them irresistibly closer, as if they were two celestial bodies orbiting each other in a dance of intimacy and longing.

The moment Jude entered Tori's apartment, he felt an irresistible urge to touch her. He placed soft kisses along the curve of her neck while staying right behind her, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Tori leaned back into him, her breath hitching as the warmth of his body enveloped her. The softness of his lips against her skin sent a rush of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire she had kept hidden beneath layers of uncertainty.

“Jude,” she murmured, turning her head to catch his gaze. There was a spark of something more profound in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the dim light of the apartment.

Tori’s heart raced as she felt the weight of his words settle in her chest. “Yes,” she responded, her voice steady yet laced with vulnerability. “I trust you, Jude.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them—caught in a moment that felt both electrifying and fragile. “Say it again,” he rasped. 

“I trust you,” Tori repeated, her voice stronger this time, filled with conviction. The intensity in Jude's eyes deepened as he absorbed her words, and the air between them thickened with unspoken promises.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with lust, a slow smile breaking across his lips. “Now go to your bedroom remove your clothes and meet me back in here.”

Tori’s pulse quickened at his commanding tone, a thrilling mixture of anticipation and nervousness flooding her system. The way he looked at her—eyes darkened with desire—made the rest of the world vanish. She nodded, though words eluded her.

With deliberate slowness, she walked away from him, each step a dance of temptation, allowing the moment to hang between them like the silken threads of an intricate web. The distance of the living area began to feel electric, and as she reached the threshold of her bedroom, she cast a glance over her shoulder. Jude hadn’t moved; he watched her, an intense fire smouldering in his gaze that left no doubt about his intentions.

Once inside her room, she closed the door, her heart racing as she contemplated her next moves. The dim light accentuated the contours of her body, and she could hear the quiet thrum of her pulse in her ears. With trembling fingers, she began shedding her clothes, each piece a reminder of her vulnerability but also her strength.

As the final article fell to the floor, she stood in front of the mirror, catching her reflection. Her skin glowed, and her breath was ragged. This was a choice—a choice to let Jude in, to embrace the connection they had forged amid tension and uncertainty.

Taking another breath, Tori stepped out of the bedroom, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration flooding her as she entered the living room. Jude sat waiting on a dining chair that he'd placed in front of the floor-length mirror on the far side of the room; his gaze swept over her through the mirror's reflection with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and cherished.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice raspy with need. “You’re so beautiful.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at his words, the way he looked at her igniting something deep within her. His desire was palpable, wrapping around her like a heatwave, and she revelled in it.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked her voice barely a whisper, a part of her still grappling with the sudden shift from uncertainty to this undeniable electric connection.

“Absolutely,” Jude said, his gaze unwavering as he leaned back in the chair, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips. “And tonight I want to show you just how beautiful you are.”

Bolstered by his encouragement, Tori took a tentative step closer, her heart pounding in rhythm with the boldness that had settled in her chest. She loved the way Jude looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

Jude leaned back in the chair, his eyes drinking in the sight of Tori's naked form as she stepped closer. The dim lighting caressed her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want to worship every inch of you."

Tori's skin tingled under his gaze, a flush of warmth spreading through her body. The intensity in his eyes made her feel both exposed and cherished, a heady mix of emotions that left her breathless. She took another step forward, the space between them shrinking, until she stood just a few inches away from him.

Jude reached out, his fingers grazing along the curve of her hip, the touch electric against her skin. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see all of you."

Tori obeyed, her pulse quickening as she rotated to face the mirror. She watched as Jude's reflection appeared behind her, his hands settling on her hips, his touch firm and possessive.

“First I'm going to make you cum with my mouth,” he drawled into her ear. “I want you to watch the way your body reacts to me, it's one of my favourite things.”

Tori's breath hitched at Jude's words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She watched in the mirror as his hands slid from her hips, trailing over the curve of her waist and up to cup her breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire beneath her skin. Tori's knees went weak at his filthy words, her core clenching with need. She arched into his touch, craving more of the delectable friction. "Please, Jude," she whimpered, too far gone to care about playing coy.

Jude's hands tightened on her breasts, his thumbs swiping over her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Sit down and open your legs,” he instructed with a lusty snarl. 

Tori did as instructed, perching on the edge of the chair and parting her thighs to reveal her dripping sex. Jude knelt between her spread legs, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive folds. "You're so fucking wet for me already," he praised, trailing a finger through her slick heat. Tori bit back a moan, her hips canting forward seeking more of his touch.

Jude rewarded her by ducking down and dragging his tongue along her slit. "Ah!" Tori cried out, her head falling back as his mouth pleasured her most intimate place. Jude lapped at her, savouring her taste, before focusing his attention on her aching clit. He suckled the sensitive bud between his lips, making Tori's thighs tremble. He placed them over his shoulders one by one.

"Jude, oh god, yes!" she panted, fisting her hands in his hair. Jude doubled his efforts, alternating between broad licks and targeted flicks of his tongue. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the room.

Tori gasped as Jude's tongue delved deeper, his mouth working her with an intensity that left her breathless. She watched through hooded eyes as he pleasured her in her reflection, the blatant desire etched on her face sending a scorching heat straight to her core. 

"Jude, don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking against his mouth as she chased her impending release. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue circling her clit with deliberate precision.

The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter, her body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Jude's eyes flicked up to meet hers, the raw hunger in his gaze pushing her over the edge.

"I'm coming, Jude!" Tori cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clenched around his tongue, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Jude worked her through it, softening his touch as she came down from her high. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs before rising to his feet, his lips glistening with her essence.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling her up from her seat on shaky legs, Jude led with his tongue as he bowed his head to kiss her hungrily, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue. 

When parted lips, Jude went to reach for the hem of his sweater to begin disrobing only for Tori to place her hand on top of his, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Let me,” Tori said softly as she looked up into his eyes. 

Tori took her time as she peeled his sweater up and over his head, revealing his toned physique. Her fingers danced over his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down his legs along with his boxers. 

Jude's breath hitched as cool air kissed his heated skin. His cock sprang free, already hard and straining towards his stomach. Tori licked her lips at the sight, desire coiling in her belly as Jude grabbed his wallet, retrieving a condom before tossing it carelessly onto Tori’s couch, watching as she took the small plastic square and ripped it open so she could roll it down his cock.

"Sit down," she instructed as she pushed him back onto the chair. Jude complied, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Tori gave him her back, reaching between them so she could hold him steady as she sunk down on his length.

Tori sank down on him in one smooth motion, a low moan falling from her lips as he stretched her, before placing his hands beneath her thighs and spreading her open so she could watch as his length nestled inside of her. 

She was in complete awe as she took in their reflection, her legs spread open in Jude’s lap, the possessive grip of his hands on her hips, the look of desire mixed with determination on his face as he fucked her from beneath, the slight reddening of her pussy as it stretched to accommodate his length and girth—it was beautiful. 

The sight was undeniably captivating—a blend of intimacy and raw passion that ignited a fire in Tori’s belly. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, each thrust deeper than the last as Jude held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a primal urgency.

As their reflections gazed back at them, Tori felt a surge of emotion. It was more than just physical; it was a profound bond that had evolved during their time together. The way Jude looked at her, with a mixture of reverence and hunger, made her heart race.

“God, you’re so perfect like this,” Jude murmured, his voice thick with lust as he maintained his steady rhythm beneath her. The way his eyes roamed over her body in the mirror's reflection—appreciative, almost worshipful—made her pulse quicken. She felt powerful, alive, and utterly consumed by him.

“I love how you fill me up, you're so deep,” Tori gasped, her words spilling out in a breathy whisper as the heat of their connection enveloped her. Jude’s strong fingers tightened around her hips, guiding her movements with an expert precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each thrust sent delicious jolts of sensation radiating through her body, intensifying the way she felt both connected to him and completely lost in the moment.

“This little pussy was made to take my cock,” Jude responded, a low growl escaping his lips. He thrust upward with a renewed vigour, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror as if to emphasize his words. 

Tori's breath hitched as she gazed at their entwined reflection, her body flush with arousal. The way Jude looked at her, his eyes dark and possessive, sent shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. 

"I can feel you so deep," she panted, her hips rolling ever so slightly to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts.

Jude's hands slid from her hips to grab her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements. "That's because you were made for me," he rasped. "This tight pussy was born to be filled by my cock."

Tori's nipples hardened at his filthy words, her pussy clenching tight around his thick length. She watched, transfixed, as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each fierce thrust.

"You are so fucking perfect," Jude groaned, his eyes devouring the sight of her bouncing tits and glistening, slightly reddened folds stretched wide around him.

Jude let out a low moan as his cock momentarily slipped from Tori, showcasing the gape of her pussy in the mirror's reflection. "Look how open you are for me," he growled, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, spreading them wider.

Tori let out an unbridled cry of pleasure, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears. 

Tori's breath caught in her throat as Jude's fingers slid through her slick folds, spreading them wider to reveal her gaping pussy in the mirror's reflection. The sight was overwhelming, a visceral reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her body.

"Look how open you are for me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers probed her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin. "Your pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?"

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's thighs. She could feel every inch of his hard length still buried inside her, a delicious fullness that made her feel owned, and possessed. 

"Yes," she whimpered, the word falling from her lips like a hymn of devotion. "I'm yours, Jude. Only yours."

Jude's eyes flashed with possessive heat at her words. He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips once more, pulling her down onto his cock in one swift motion. Tori cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely.

"Put your hands on my knees and ride me," Jude commanded, his voice a low rumble.

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's hips as she felt him deep inside her. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, the way he filled her so completely. 

With a shaky breath, Tori placed her hands on Jude's knees, her fingers digging into his skin. She could feel the heat of his body radiating through her, the power of his cock as it stretched her open. 

"Ride me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements.

Tori let out a soft moan, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel every inch of Jude inside her, his thick length hitting all the right spots with each gentle undulation. 

Jude was completely in awe of how submissive Tori was to his command, the way she committed her body to pleasure. 

This is exactly what he needed after having his ego so subtly tested by Alex. The flowers were beautiful, but Tori was his, and regardless of whether or not Alex was aware of their current tryst, he needed to state his claim over her.

“Turn around and look at me,” Jude commanded as sent a stinging slap to Tori's ass, craving eye contact with her. 

Tori let out a gasp as the stinging slap registered on her skin, her body jolting with the force of it. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her back as he waited for her to obey.

With a shaky breath, Tori lifted herself off his cock and turned to face him. She straddled his hips once more, this time with her back to the mirror. 

Jude's hands slid up her back, his fingers splaying across her shoulder blades as he guided her down onto his length. Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent moan as he filled her once more.

"Look at me," Jude growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand slid up her spine to grip the back of her neck, turning her head to face him. 

Tori's eyes flitted open, her gaze locking with his. The intensity in his eyes stole her breath, the possessive heat in his stare making her pussy clench around him. 

"I want to look in your eyes as you cum on my cock," Jude murmured, his hips rolling up to meet hers.

Tori's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into Jude's eyes, her body trembling with each roll of his hips. The way he looked at her, with a mix of possessive heat and adoration, made her heart race.

"Tell me how good I feel inside you," Jude growled, his hand sliding from her neck to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his eyes following the movement.

Tori's voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "You feel amazing, Jude. So big and hard, stretching me in all the right ways." Her hips undulated, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour. "I love how you fill me up."

She leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm going to cum."

Tori's walls fluttered around Jude's length, her body teetering on the edge of climax. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. All it would take was one more perfectly angled thrust, one more whispered promise from those sinful lips.

"You'll cum when I say so," Jude commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. His hips stilled beneath her, his cock buried deep inside her fluttering walls.

Tori whined, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her impending orgasm. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze intense and demanding as he held her teetering on the edge.

"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need to cum, Jude. I'm so close."

Jude's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed tight circles around the sensitive nub, his touch maddeningly light. "Beg for it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Beg me to let you cum on my cock."

Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent cry. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, her body desperate for release. 

"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "Please let me cum, Jude. I need it so badly. I'll do anything, just please let me cum on you."

Jude's hand tightened on Tori's hip, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He could feel her walls pulsing around his cock, her body desperate for release. The sight of her, pleading so sweetly, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

But Jude had other plans. He wanted to see her fall apart, to watch her come undone under his touch. He wanted to feel her walls clench around him as he brought her to the brink over and over again.

With a sinister grin, Jude leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of Tori's ear. "Cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding purr. "Cum all over my cock like you asked."

At his words, Jude could feel Tori's body tense, her walls clenching down on his length. He thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers in a rough, desperate rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Tori's wild moans and his own guttural groans.

Jude could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as he chased his pleasure.

Tori’s toes curled against the carpeted floors of her bedroom, her arms falling lazily over Jude’s shoulders as he took over from beneath, his hands on her body as he used her to seek out his own end. 

Turning his head, Jude caught Tori’s lips with his own and he groaned into her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as he came, filling the condom wrapped snugly around his length. 

There was an unmistakable shift in the air during this particular encounter, a palpable change that lingered between them. Their connection ran deeper than mere attraction; it was an intertwining of souls that transcended the physical realm. Each caress and whisper ignited a torrent of emotions, forging a bond that felt almost sacred. The intimacy they shared was not just about bodies merging but about hearts laying bare their desires and vulnerabilities, creating a tapestry of passion that resonated far beyond the moment. 

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THE CAGE OF LOVE

1st year reader, 2nd year SaShiSu

Your arrival at Jujutsu High was supposed to be a fresh start. This is a place to hone your ability, make friends and maybe carve out a small place for you in the chaotic place of Jujutsu sorcery. But from the moment you arrived, three individuals became unavoidable.

You have this sweet 'little sister' vibe, the charm seemed to attract attention like a magnet. Despite being one of the strongest among the first years, people couldn’t help but dote on you. You didn’t mind, though. The extra care felt… comforting, even if it was a little stifling at times.

You had heard whispers of the infamous second-year trio before—their names carried weight and intrigue among the students. But you never expected to cross paths with one of them so soon.

It started in the library. You were searching for a book on cursed tools, perched precariously on a chair to reach a high shelf. Just as the book’s spine slid free, the chair wobbled, sending you off balance. A gasp escaped your lips, but before you could hit the ground, strong hands caught you mid-air.

“Careful there” a deep, calm voice murmured.

You glanced up, heart racing, to meet the dark eyes of Geto Suguru. “Thank you,” you stammered, your cheeks warming as he set you upright.

He nodded, offering a polite smile before walking away.

Later that evening, you stayed in the library until dusk, engrossed in your reading. The quiet comfort was interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps behind you. You turned, startled, to see none other than Shoko Ieiri.

“Eh… so there are dedicated students left at this school. How rare.” she drawled, her tone teasing as she pulled out a cigarette.

Before she could light it, you quickly stopped her. “You’re in a library, so…”

“Oh, oops” she said, slipping the cigarette back into her pocket with a lazy wave. “Anyway, see you around.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving you to wonder about the strange second years you’d encountered that day.

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The next day, you found yourself at the training field. Your usual teacher was away, leaving Geto and Shoko to oversee your class’s exercises. While your classmates struggled with the challenges they set, you managed to hold your own, much to their amusement.

“Not bad” Geto remarked, his gaze lingering on you a moment too long. Shoko smirked beside him, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.

When the session ended, you excused yourself and headed to the canteen, eager for a quiet lunch. It had become your habit to eat here, where the hum of conversation was comforting and the food was decent.

But today, the canteen was eerily empty, save for one figure.

At a nearby table, Satoru Gojo sat slumped forward, his face buried in his arms. His signature white hair made him unmistakable, even at a distance. You tried to ignore him, focusing on your meal, but his presence was impossible to overlook.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, he suddenly lifted his head. His blindfold was missing, revealing piercing blue eyes that locked onto yours.

“You!” he called out, his voice startlingly loud in the silence.

You froze, unsure how to respond as his stare seemed to pierce through you.

“Whatcha looking at?” he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Before you could stammer out an answer, another voice cut in.

“Satoru, you’re scaring her.”

Geto appeared behind him, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Gojo’s brashness. Relief flooded you at the sight of him.

Gojo groaned, slumping back in his seat. “I wasn’t scaring her. Was I?” he asked, turning to you with a pout.

“N-No” you replied quickly, though your heart was still racing.

Geto chuckled softly, his dark eyes studying you intently. “You’ve got a way of attracting attention, don’t you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond, so you quickly excused yourself and left the canteen, feeling their gazes follow you all the way out.

As the days passed, the trio seemed to weave themselves into your life in ways you couldn’t escape. Geto’s quiet yet commanding presence, Shoko’s teasing but strangely protective demeanor, and Gojo’s overwhelming energy, each of them seemed to orbit around you, pulling you into their gravitational field.

And while they treated you with an almost obsessive care, there was something unsettling about the way their attention lingered. Geto’s gentle smiles lasted a beat too long. Shoko’s casual remarks often carried an edge that made your stomach twist. And Gojo… Gojo’s playful teasing always felt like it was concealing something darker.

You wanted to believe their intentions were good, but their intensity was suffocating. Every glance, every touch, every word seemed to trap you further in their web.

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You received a mission.

The mission had seemed simple enough: a first-year assignment to exorcise a few low-grade curses plaguing an abandoned factory. Your teacher had been confident in your ability to lead the group, given your strength and strategic thinking. The second years were preoccupied with their own training exercises, leaving you and your classmates to handle things on your own.

At first, everything went according to plan. The curses were weak and predictable, and you systematically eliminated them one by one. But as you ventured deeper into the factory, a sinister presence began to gnaw at the edges of your senses.

And then it appeared.

A Grade 1 curse emerged from the shadows, its grotesque form towering over you and your classmates. Panic spread like wildfire among your team as the curse unleashed its power. You fought with everything you had, managing to shield your classmates from its attacks. But its movements were erratic, and in a single devastating strike, you were thrown across the room, crashing into a wall.

The impact was brutal. Pain erupted in your side as you crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath you. Your vision blurred, and the world around you became a haze of shouts and the curse’s guttural growls.

Your classmates rallied, calling for help through their communicator. But it was clear they were outmatched, and their fear only worsened as they saw you lying motionless.

Meanwhile, the second years were wrapping up their training session on the other side of campus. Shoko stretched lazily, her cigarette dangling between her fingers as she glanced at Geto.

“Think the first years are managing without us?” she asked, smirking.

Geto chuckled. “They’ll be fine. It’s a low-grade mission. Besides, they’ve got her.”

But their casual banter was interrupted by the crackle of a distress call over the communicator.

“This is Team 1. We need immediate backup! Grade 1 curse encountered—severe injuries! Please send someone!”

Shoko’s smirk vanished. “What the hell?” she muttered, straightening up.

Geto’s expression darkened, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a sharp edge. “Who’s injured?” he demanded, grabbing the communicator from a nearby table.

The response was immediate, but it was the words they dreaded: “It’s her. She’s down.”

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Shoko’s cigarette slipped from her fingers, forgotten, as she and Geto exchanged a glance.

“Where are they?” Geto barked, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it.

“Abandoned factory near the west district.”

“Stay there!” Geto snapped. “We’re on our way.”

When they arrived, the scene was chaos. The curse had been subdued by a reinforcement team, but the damage was done. Your classmates hovered nearby, their faces pale with fear and guilt.

And there you were, lying on a stretcher, your uniform soaked with blood. Your breathing was shallow, your face pale.

Geto was at your side in an instant, his usual composure completely shattered. “What happened?” he demanded, his voice shaking as he assessed your injuries.

“She shielded us.....” one of your classmates whispered, their voice trembling. “If she hadn’t… we’d all be dead.”

Shoko crouched beside you, her hands already glowing with healing energy. “Idiot,” she muttered, though her tone was thick with worry. “You push yourself too damn far.”

“She shouldn’t have been in this situation!” Geto growled, his hands clenched into fists. His dark eyes burned with fury, though whether it was directed at himself, the curse, or your teacher for leaving you unprotected, it was hard to tell.

Shoko worked quickly, stabilizing your condition, but it was clear you were in no state to wake up anytime soon.

Later, in the infirmary, Geto and Shoko stayed by your side, refusing to leave.

“She’ll be fine” Shoko said softly, though the tension in her voice betrayed her own uncertainty.

Geto sat silently, his gaze fixed on your unconscious form. His usually serene expression was tight with guilt and something far darker.

“If I had been there…” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“She’s strong,” Shoko said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Stronger than we give her credit for. But next time…” Her tone grew cold. “Next time, we make sure no one touches her.”

Geto nodded, his resolve hardening. “No one.”

And as you lay there, unaware of their whispered vows, the air in the room seemed to shift, an unspoken promise that they would never let you face danger alone again, no matter the cost.

Gojo, meanwhile, remained unaware of the incident, busy with his own responsibilities.

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It wasn’t long before Gojo heard about the incident. Word spread quickly, and as soon as he caught wind of it, he stormed into the infirmary like a hurricane.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice echoing through the room. His usually carefree demeanor was replaced with a rare intensity, his blindfold pushed up to reveal furious blue eyes.

Shoko glanced up from where she was checking your vitals, her expression calm but tired. “She’s stable. That’s all that matters right now.”

“Stable?” Gojo snapped, pacing. “She nearly died! Why wasn’t anyone there to back her up?” His glare landed on Geto, who sat quietly at your bedside, his hands folded as if in silent prayer.

“Don’t start with me, Satoru,” Geto said, his voice low. “You weren’t there either.”

“And that’s why I’m pissed!” Gojo shot back. “I should’ve been there. I could’ve-”

“She doesn’t need your guilt” Shoko interrupted sharply. “What she needs is rest. So shut up and let her recover.”

Gojo fell silent, though his jaw clenched as he looked down at your pale face.

Days passed, and eventually, you regained consciousness. Your body was sore, and your memories of the mission were hazy, but relief washed over you as you saw familiar faces surrounding you.

“You’re awake” Geto said softly, leaning forward.

Shoko offered a small smile. “About time. You’ve had us worried, kid.”

Even Gojo seemed uncharacteristically serious. “Don’t ever scare us like that again, got it?”

As you recovered, you noticed something strange. Your cursed energy felt… different. Stronger, sharper, as if the experience had awakened something dormant within you. You discovered a new ability—a defensive barrier that activated instinctively, a shield born from your determination to protect your classmates. The realization filled you with pride, though it didn’t erase the weight of what had happened.

Not long after, the higher-ups summoned you. Despite your recent injury, they deemed you ready for another mission, eager to test your newfound strength.

When word reached Shoko, Geto, and Gojo, the response was immediate.

“She’s not going.” Geto said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“She just got out of the infirmary” Shoko added, crossing her arms. “Are you trying to kill her?”

Even Gojo, who often challenged authority with his carefree attitude, was deadly serious. “If you send her out again, I’ll personally make sure you regret it.”

The elders hesitated, clearly unnerved by the trio’s united front. They ultimately relented, agreeing to delay the mission.

As you regained your strength, one of your classmates approached you in private. He was the one you’d saved during the mission, and his gratitude was evident in his every word.

“I… I just wanted to say thank you...” he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “You saved my life back there. I don’t know how to repay you, but maybe… would you like to go out? Just for lunch or something?”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden proposal. “Oh, um… I guess?”

He beamed, looking both relieved and excited. “Great! How about this weekend?”

You agreed, unaware of the eyes watching from the shadows.

The day of the “date” arrived. You were nervous but determined to enjoy the rare moment of normalcy. Your classmate met you at a small café in town, his cheerful energy helping ease your nerves.

What you didn’t realize was that the trio was never far behind.

Geto lingered outside the café, his sharp eyes fixed on you through the window. Shoko, disguised in casual clothes, sat at a nearby table, pretending to scroll through her phone. And Gojo, as unsubtle as ever, leaned against the counter, chatting with the barista while keeping an eye on your every move.

As the date progressed, their silent interference began.

The waiter mysteriously got your order wrong, delaying your food. Shoko “accidentally” spilled her drink near your table, forcing your classmate to help clean up. And when you both tried to leave for a walk, Geto casually stepped in front of the door, pretending to inspect the weather outside.

Your classmate grew increasingly flustered by the strange occurrences, but you didn’t think much of it—until Gojo decided to make his presence known.

“Yo!” he called out, striding over with his signature grin. “Fancy running into you here!”

You froze, confusion and embarrassment flooding your face. “Gojo-senpai? What are you-”

“Just grabbing a coffee~” he said smoothly, though the amused glint in his eyes betrayed his true intentions. He turned to your classmate, his grin widening. “And who’s this? A friend of yours?”

Your classmate stammered, clearly intimidated by Gojo’s overwhelming presence.

Before you could respond, Shoko appeared at your side, her arm casually draped over your shoulder. “We were just about to head out, weren’t we?” she said, ignoring your confused look.

Geto joined the group a moment later, his calm smile hiding the possessiveness simmering beneath. “Let’s not keep her too long. She still needs to rest.”

Caught between your upperclassmen and your increasingly nervous classmate, the date was effectively over.

As the trio led you away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Their protectiveness, once comforting, now felt suffocating. But as Geto’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder, Shoko’s teasing laughter rang in your ears, and Gojo’s grin loomed above you, you realized you couldn’t escape them, not that easily.

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The second mission was supposed to be simple, a routine exorcism with Gojo as your partner. Given your recent injury, the higher-ups had decided you wouldn’t go alone this time, and Gojo insisted he’d keep you safe.

“Relax” he said with a smirk as you both entered the cursed area. “With me here, nothing can touch you.”

Despite his confidence, you stayed vigilant. The cursed spirits weren’t difficult to deal with, but halfway through, you felt a sudden spike of cursed energy. Before you could react, a sneak attack came from the shadows, a cursed blade aimed directly at Gojo’s back.

“Look out!” you shouted, throwing yourself in the way. The blade grazed your arm, slicing through your uniform and leaving a shallow but painful wound.

Gojo turned instantly, his hand snapping out to catch the attacker with ease. His grin vanished, replaced by a chilling glare.

“You’ve got guts trying to touch her” he said, his tone unnervingly calm as he crushed the curse with one hand.

Before you could catch your breath, a new figure appeared, a bounty hunter hired to disrupt the mission. The man was skilled, his cursed energy strong, but he was no match for Gojo.

“I’ll make this quick.” Gojo said, his voice icy. Within moments, the man was incapacitated, left crumpled on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asked, turning to you. His tone softened, but the tension in his posture remained.

“I’m fine” you said, clutching your bleeding arm. “It’s just a scratch.”

But the look in his eyes said otherwise.

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That night, after returning to Jujutsu High, you found yourself restless. Your encounter with the bounty hunter had shaken you, but more than that, it was the trio’s unwavering presence in your life that weighed on your mind.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore, the way they hovered, the way they claimed to protect you yet suffocated you in the process. But despite it all, you couldn’t deny your feelings. Somewhere along the way, their twisted devotion had captured your heart.

Summoning your courage, you asked to meet them in private. The three of them arrived almost immediately, concern etched on their faces.

“What’s wrong?” Geto asked, his voice gentle but laced with worry.

“I… I need to tell you something” you began, your voice trembling. “I know you care about me. And I know I’ve been relying on you a lot. But this… this is too much. I can’t keep living like this, always feeling like I’m being controlled.”

Their expressions darkened, but you pushed forward.

“That said… I care about you, too. I don’t know when it started, but I can’t deny it anymore. I love you—all three of you.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to your surprise, Shoko let out a soft laugh.

“You’re something else, you know that?” she said, her tone both affectionate and exasperated.

Geto sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We’ve been too overbearing. I can admit that much. But it’s because we can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Gojo grinned, though his usual playfulness was tinged with something darker. “So you’re saying you love us, but you want space? That’s cute, but you know we’re not the kind to back off so easily.”

Your heart sank. “I’m serious. I need boundaries. You can’t keep interfering in my life like this.”

Geto stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “We understand,” he said softly. “But…”

“But we’re not giving up,” Shoko finished, her eyes gleaming.

Gojo leaned in, his grin widening. “You’re ours, whether you admit it or not.”

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In the weeks that followed, things seemed to settle. The trio gave you more space, respecting your wishes on the surface. But beneath their smiles and reassurances, something darker was brewing.

You began to notice small changes. Your schedule became mysteriously clear of difficult missions. Classmates who showed interest in you suddenly grew distant, avoiding you without explanation. And no matter where you went, one of the three was always nearby.

It wasn’t until you overheard them talking late one night that the full extent of their plan became clear.

“She’s too vulnerable out there” Geto said. “We need to protect her, even if she doesn’t realize it.”

Shoko’s voice was calm but firm. “We’ve already adjusted her mission roster. It’s only a matter of time before the higher-ups agree to keep her closer to campus.”

“And if they don’t,” Gojo added, his tone light but with a chilling edge, “we’ll make them.”

Your blood ran cold as you realized what they were doing. They weren’t just protecting you, they were isolating you, tying you closer to them with every move they made.

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One night, they cornered you in the quiet of the school gardens. “We’ve been thinking,” Geto began, his voice as smooth as ever“about what’s best for you.”

“And we’ve decided,” Shoko added, her gaze steady“that staying here, with us, is the safest option.”

Gojo stepped forward, his usual grin replaced with something far more intense. “You love us, right? Then trust us. Let us take care of everything.”

You backed away, your heart pounding. “This isn’t what I wanted. I love you, but I can’t live like this.”

Geto caught your wrist gently, his touch firm but not painful. “You’ll understand eventually. We’re doing this because we love you, too.”

Before you could protest further, Shoko pressed something into your hand, a small charm infused with cursed energy. “This will keep you safe” she said, though the unspoken message was clear: it would also keep you bound to them.

Gojo cupped your face, his grin softening as he looked into your eyes. “Don’t fight it. You’re ours now.”

And as their overwhelming presence surrounded you, suffocating yet strangely comforting, you realized there was no escape.

They weren’t just protecting you—they were keeping you. Forever.

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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

Previous

Chapter 8: Breaking point

I felt numb as Erwin led me out of the room, away from the chaos. My mind was racing, still trying to process everything I had just witnessed. The last few hours felt like a blur—one moment I was dealing with the shock of seeing Eren and Ony so close to killing each other, and the next, I was being dragged into a hell I never signed up for.

I glanced over at Erwin, who kept a steady pace, his presence calming despite everything around us. The weight of the situation settled deeper into my chest as I realized how much danger I was in, how much I had been pulled into this world of violence, drugs, and lies.

Erwin stopped outside the door of the warehouse, looking back toward me. His eyes softened slightly as he spoke. "You’re safe for now, Yn. I need you to stay away from this mess. For your own good."

I swallowed hard, the words not reaching me fully. Safe? How could I feel safe when I knew my life was tangled up with these people? When I knew what was happening back inside, what might be happening to Ony, to Eren... to me?

"I don’t belong here," I whispered, more to myself than to Erwin. "None of this is my fight."

Erwin gave me a look, his lips pulling into a tight line. "It’s not your fight, but it’s been made yours. Now, you need to be smart. Don’t let yourself get dragged deeper than you already are."

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I could keep that promise. The pull of this world, of Eren and Ony, felt like a gravitational force I couldn’t resist, no matter how hard I tried. But I had to try.

Erwin sighed, looking around cautiously before turning back to me. "I’ll take you home, but you stay low. Don’t reach out to them. Not now."

I opened my mouth to say something but stopped myself. What was there to say? That I was scared? That I didn’t know how to escape? Instead, I just nodded again, more to him than anyone else. I had no other choice.

As Erwin started the car and we pulled away from the warehouse, I glanced at my phone, a mix of texts from Ony, from Eren, from people I didn’t even know. And yet, none of them mattered as much as what was happening right now. How much farther could I go before it all shattered?

And then the thought hit me: What would happen if I did choose a side? Would it save me or destroy me?

When the car pulled up to my house, my heart sank as I saw my mom and aunt standing by the door, their expressions serious. But it was the figure beside them that made my stomach drop—my father. I hadn't seen him in years, and the last time I did, things were far from good between us.

I stepped out of the car, still in shock. "What is he doing here?" I muttered to myself, though the question was clear. I didn't expect him to be a part of this situation, especially not after all this time.

My mom looked at me, her face strained with worry. "Yn, your father wants to talk to you. We... we need to figure out what’s going on. This situation is dangerous, and—"

"You really think I want to be involved in this?!" I cut her off, the frustration bubbling over. "I didn't ask for any of this! I don't need his help now!"

My father stepped forward, his face hardened but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes—concern? Guilt? I couldn’t tell. "Yn, we need to talk. About everything," he said, his voice low but firm.

I took a step back, shaking my head. I hadn’t prepared for this. Not today. Not with everything that had happened, with the chaos, the violence, the lies. "What’s there to talk about?" I shot back. "You’ve been gone for years. You don’t get to come back now and act like everything’s fine."

My father’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he glanced at my mom and aunt, as if silently asking for permission to continue. My aunt was quiet, her eyes scanning me with a mix of sympathy and concern, while my mom stood by, wringing her hands nervously.

I wasn’t sure how to feel anymore. The weight of the past few hours, the violence I had seen, the decisions that had been made without my consent—it was all crashing down on me. And now, my father... He couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t make it go away.

“I’m not part of this world, Dad,” I finally said, my voice breaking. "I don’t know what you think you’re here to fix, but I’m not going back to any of it."

My father opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. I could see the frustration in his eyes, but there was something else there, too. Regret, maybe. But it didn’t matter now. He wasn’t going to be able to change anything, not when everything had already spiraled so far out of control.

I turned away from him, walking inside, hoping the distance would help me clear my head

"My dad glanced at me, his face unreadable, before asking, 'Is Levi running shit?'

I froze at the mention of Levi's name, my heart skipping a beat as my dad described him in that all-too-familiar way. It was like the world had shifted again. "Excuse me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My dad's eyes narrowed at me, his tone stern.

"Short guy, white, temper—shorter than he is..." My father continued, his gaze flicking to the car still parked outside.

My mother, who had been standing in the background, sighed in resignation. "Yes, that’s the man who was here earlier," she said, sounding almost defeated.

I turned to look at my mom, then back at the car, and that’s when I saw it. Erwin. He’d opened the door and stepped out, strolling over to my dad like it was no big deal. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my mind was racing. This was impossible.

"Erwin, get yuh mother cunt out here, man." My dad’s words were harsh, but there was something about the way he spoke that made me feel like I was missing a huge part of this story.

Erwin didn’t even seem phased. He just walked up to my dad like they were old friends, a casual smile on his face. "Reggie, what’s good?" he said as if it were any other day.

This was a nightmare. I couldn’t process it. I had known Erwin for years, sure. But him being connected to my dad, to them, this—this was a whole different level. My world felt like it was turning upside down, and I couldn’t breathe for a second.

What the hell was going on here?

I stood there, completely frozen, unable to speak, as I watched my dad and Erwin interact. The realization slowly dawned on me: this wasn’t just some random group of criminals I had gotten involved with. It was bigger. So much bigger. My father knew them—had worked with them. Erwin knew my father. I was in deeper than I’d ever realized, and I had no idea what to do next.

Was I even safe anymore?

I stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to believe what was unfolding before me. My dad and Erwin talked like old friends catching up after years apart, completely ignoring the turmoil brewing inside me.

Erwin reached into his pocket, pulled out a joint, and passed it to my dad like it was a regular Sunday afternoon. "Like old times," Erwin said with a smirk.

My dad took it without hesitation, lighting it up and taking a long drag. The way they were so casual about it all made my stomach churn. How could he sit here and act like this when my life was spiraling out of control?

"So, what’s the deal with Ony?" my dad asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I hear his name mixed up in this mess."

Erwin raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the car. "What’s the deal with Jarmark?" he shot back.

My dad rolled his eyes, his tone heavy with frustration. "He’s in jail, Erwin. You know this."

Erwin’s gaze shifted to me, and my heart sank. The look he gave me wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t comforting, either. It was assessing, like he was trying to figure out what I’d do next. "Reggie," Erwin started, turning back to my dad, "she’s on Levi’s radar. And you know he’s crazy as fuck."

That statement hit like a sledgehammer. I clenched my fists, fighting the wave of panic threatening to take over.

"On Levi’s radar?" my dad repeated, his face darkening. He looked at me then, his eyes narrowing as if seeing me in a new light. "What the hell did you get yourself into, girl?"

I opened my mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words. How was I supposed to explain? That I hadn’t gotten into anything? That it was all Eren? That I was just trying to live my life, but these men kept pulling me into their chaos? My dad wouldn’t care. To him, it wouldn’t matter how it happened, only that it had.

"Don’t look at her like that," Erwin said, flicking ash from his joint. "This ain’t her fault. Blame your nephew and that stubborn-ass Jaeger kid for dragging her into this."

"Jaeger?" my dad muttered, his tone dripping with disdain. He shook his head and took another drag. "I should’ve known. Levi’s favorite little psychopath."

"Exactly," Erwin replied. "And now she’s in the middle of it. Levi’s been watching her like a hawk. You know how he gets when he sets his sights on something."

My dad cursed under his breath, pacing in front of the house. He stopped abruptly, pointing at Erwin. "You tell Levi to back off. That’s my daughter, and I won’t let him use her to settle his shit."

Erwin shrugged, his expression neutral. "You think I control Levi? If I could stop him from being Levi, the world would be a better place."

I couldn’t hold back anymore. "What does he want from me?" I snapped, my voice shaking. "Why can’t you all just leave me alone?"

Both men turned to me, my dad looking surprised while Erwin simply raised an eyebrow. My dad stepped closer, his tone softening slightly. "You’re mixed up in something bigger than you know, baby girl. I’ll fix this. Don’t worry."

His words were meant to be reassuring, but they felt like a lie. How could he fix this when he was part of the same world that was tearing my life apart?

My mom’s voice cut through the tension like a razor. "How exactly do you plan on fixing this, Reggie?" she asked, arms crossed, her glare sharp enough to cut steel.

My dad sighed, rolling his eyes in irritation. "I told you to keep her out of this neighborhood," he shot back. "You didn’t listen, and now I gotta clean up a mess I didn’t even start."

"Don’t you dare put this on me!" my mom snapped, stepping forward. "You’ve been absent for years, and now you wanna play the blame game? No, Reggie. This is on you, too."

They locked eyes, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around their argument. I wanted to disappear, to pretend I wasn’t standing there listening to my parents argue over my life as if I wasn’t even present.

Erwin, leaning casually against the car, watched the exchange with a bemused expression. My dad turned to him abruptly, his frustration spilling over. "Where the fuck is Ony’s ass, anyway?" he demanded.

Erwin shrugged, taking another drag of his joint. "He’s with Levi," he said nonchalantly. "Handling the aftermath of all this bullshit."

My dad frowned, his jaw tightening. "Handling it how? What’s that short bastard doing to him?"

Erwin smirked, but there was no humor in it. "What Levi always does—making sure no one steps out of line again. Ony’s in it deep, Reggie. You might wanna have a word with your nephew before Levi does something permanent."

I felt my stomach drop at his words. The thought of Ony suffering because of this made my chest ache. Despite everything, Ony had always tried to protect me, even if it meant sacrificing his own peace.

"You better not let Levi go too far," my dad warned, pointing a finger at Erwin. "That boy may be my nephew, but he’s still blood. I won’t let Levi take things too far."

Erwin chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You don’t let Levi do anything, Reggie. You know that better than anyone. The best thing you can do is stay out of his way and hope he doesn’t decide Ony’s too much of a liability."

My mom gasped, her hand flying to her chest. "Reggie, do something! You can’t just let this happen."

"I’m working on it," my dad snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Damn, woman, give me a minute to think!"

I wanted to scream at all of them, to tell them to stop talking about me and Ony like we were chess pieces in their game. But I stayed silent, my heart pounding as I tried to process everything.

Erwin finally stood up straight, tossing the joint onto the ground and stomping it out with his boot. "If you’re serious about fixing this, Reggie, you better move fast. Levi’s patience is already razor-thin."

He glanced at me, his gaze softening just slightly. "You might wanna stay out of sight for a while, kid. Things are gonna get uglier before they get better."

With that, he turned and walked back to the car, leaving me standing there with my parents and a thousand questions swirling in my head.

Ony’s mom started pacing the yard, her hands wringing as she muttered under her breath. “My son... turning out just like his father,” she said, her voice trembling. “I thought I raised him better. I thought—”

“Stop it,” my dad, Reggie, cut her off, his tone sharp. “This ain’t the time for this.” He turned to me, his intense gaze pinning me in place. “Tell me, Y/N. Why? How the hell did you even meet this boy, Eren?”

I froze, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. My dad stepped closer, his voice quieter but no less commanding. “Answer me. How’d you meet him?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It was on the porch... here,” I admitted reluctantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Reggie’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked at me like I’d just confessed to a crime. “This porch? Right here?”

I nodded. “Yes... I had just come back from class. Ony was out here... smoking with Eren.” I hesitated, unsure if I should continue.

“And?” Reggie pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. “What else?”

I glanced at my mom, who looked as if she wanted to interject but didn’t. I took a deep breath and finished, “They were cleaning guns.”

The yard went deathly silent. My dad’s expression darkened as he took in my words, his jaw clenching. Ony’s mom froze mid-step, her hands flying to her head. “Cleaning guns?!” she shrieked. “In front of my house?!”

Reggie held up a hand to stop her, his eyes never leaving mine. “So you saw him, what? Thought he was charming? Thought he was a nice guy?” His voice was dripping with disbelief.

“I didn’t think anything at first!” I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “He was just... there. I didn’t know who he was or what he was about. Ony introduced us, and that was it.”

Reggie let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That was it, huh? That was enough for you to get mixed up in all this shit?”

“It’s not like I asked for this!” I snapped, my voice rising. “I didn’t ask for any of this, Dad! I didn’t ask to be dragged into your world or Ony’s world or Eren’s world. I just... I just wanted to come home from school, and then—”

“And then you made a choice,” Reggie interrupted, his voice hard. “You chose to let him into your life. You chose to let him pull you into this mess.”

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I didn’t know it would be like this,” I said quietly.

Reggie sighed, running a hand down his face. “Of course, you didn’t. None of you kids ever do. And now look at where we’re at. Ony’s in Levi’s crosshairs, Eren’s a damn loose cannon, and you’re... you’re caught in the middle of it all.”

My mom finally spoke up, her voice trembling. “Reggie, stop blaming her. She’s just a girl. She didn’t know—”

“She should’ve known better!” Reggie snapped, cutting her off. “But now it’s too late for that. The question is, how the hell are we gonna get her out of this?”

Reggie paced the yard, his frustration radiating off him in waves. He turned back to me, his finger pointed like a dagger. “You might live in the hood, Y/N, but you ain’t from it. Do you even know what kind of shit the 6ixx gang is up to? Do you even know where all this started?”

I stared at him, unsure how to answer. His words stung because they were true. I didn’t know the depths of it all—only fragments, bits and pieces from overheard conversations and Ony’s cryptic warnings.

Reggie tilted his head back, letting out a bitter laugh toward the night sky. “Lord Father, help me here tonight,” he muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath before looking back at me. “You think this is some petty beef, Y/N? Some schoolyard bullshit that’ll blow over? You’re playing with fire, girl. And the worst part is, you don’t even know how hot it burns.”

“Dad, I—”

“No,” he interrupted sharply. “You don’t get to talk. Not yet. Let me tell you what you’re tangled up in.” He gestured wildly toward the street, the porch, everything. “This ain’t just about Eren or Ony or whatever little drama you think this is. The 6ixx gang? They’re in deep—drugs, guns, money laundering, you name it. They don’t play fair, and they don’t forgive.”

I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting. The weight of his words settled on my chest like a brick.

Reggie continued, his voice rising. “And you? You’re just some college girl to them. You’re a pawn. A pretty little pawn they’ll use to get what they want. Do you understand that? They don’t care about you, Y/N. Not like I do. Not like your mom does.”

I glanced at my mom, who was standing silently to the side, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Reggie,” she started softly, but he wasn’t done.

“No, don’t ‘Reggie’ me,” he snapped, turning back to her before focusing on me again. “You think Levi gives a damn about your degree? About your future? He’ll chew you up and spit you out, just like he’s done with everyone else who’s crossed him. And Eren? He’s no better.”

I flinched at his harsh tone, tears prickling at my eyes again. “I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“But you’re in it now,” Reggie shot back. “And you need to understand what’s at stake. This ain’t just about you anymore, Y/N. It’s about your family, your future—everything.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Eren's pov 

I was exhausted, every part of my body aching from the endless assault. The pain was sharp, brutal, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered anymore. All I could think about was Y/N—her face, her voice, her refusal to choose between me and anyone else. She was the only thing that kept me grounded in the chaos.

I stole a glance at Ony. He looked just as defeated as I felt. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes empty, like the fight had drained him of everything. I could feel his pain, the weight of everything that had led to this point. And then there was his mom—her reaction had hit me harder than I expected. The way she slapped him, the way she let him go so easily. She had always treated him like the problem, like he was the one who’d brought all this mess into their lives.

I didn’t get it. Ony was just trying to protect what was his, just like me. And yet, here we were, being punished for things that weren’t entirely our fault. I hated how she treated him, hated how she kept pushing him away when all he was trying to do was survive. The look in his eyes when she slapped him—it was a mixture of hurt and resignation. He wasn’t going to fight her anymore. But I wasn’t like him. I couldn’t let go. Not yet.

As I stared at him, I started to understand a little more of what drove him, what drove me. We were both stuck in this endless cycle, bound by loyalty, by love, by the need to control something in a world that constantly felt like it was slipping away. And Y/N... Y/N was that thing for me. She was my reason to keep fighting, even when everything else was falling apart.

Levi had been right about one thing—if she wasn’t part of my world, I’d have nothing left. But I couldn’t let that happen. Not with her. Not when I knew she was the only thing that could give me a sense of peace, even if it was fleeting.

The room was silent except for the occasional grunt or mutter. My head was pounding, but I couldn’t shake the thought that everything was spiraling. Levi had pushed me to my limit, and I had barely managed to hold onto my sanity.

I looked over at him, leaning against the wall with that smirk plastered on his face, like this was all a game. And maybe to him it was. But not to me. Not to Ony.

And especially not to Y/N. She deserved better than this mess. She deserved peace.

But I wasn’t sure I could give her that anymore. Not with how things were going.

Levi’s smug face made my blood boil, but I stayed quiet. I didn’t have the energy to snap back at him anymore, not when my body was already broken and my mind felt like it was teetering on the edge. I glanced at Ony again, his head hanging low. His silence was unnerving, and it made me wonder if he was giving up entirely.

But giving up wasn’t in me. Not yet. Not while Y/N was still out there, dragged into all this chaos because of me. Levi might’ve been trying to make a point, but I wasn’t about to let him win. Not when it came to her.

Levi finally stood straight, brushing imaginary dust off his pants. “Well, this has been fun, but I think you two have had enough for today.” He turned to Reiner and Jean. “Get them cleaned up and back to their places. We’ve got bigger shit to deal with tomorrow.”

Reiner gave a curt nod and moved to grab me, but I pulled away, struggling to my feet. My legs felt like they were about to give out, but I wasn’t going to let them see me weak. Not now. Not ever.

Ony slowly stood too, his movements stiff and deliberate. He didn’t even look at me as Reiner helped him walk toward the door. I could feel the tension between us, thick and suffocating. We were both pissed—at Levi, at the situation, at each other. But there was something unspoken in the air, a shared understanding that neither of us wanted to acknowledge.

As Jean shoved me forward, I couldn’t help but think about what Levi had said earlier—about Y/N being the source of all this chaos. It wasn’t true, not entirely. This wasn’t her fault. It was mine. I brought her into this world, made her a part of something she never asked to be part of. And now, she was paying the price for it.

When we got outside, the cool air hit me like a slap to the face. It felt like freedom, even if it was temporary. I looked up at the night sky, the stars barely visible through the city’s haze. For a moment, I let myself breathe, let myself feel the weight of everything that had happened.

Jean shoved me again, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Keep moving, Yeager. You’re lucky Levi didn’t put a bullet in you tonight.”

I didn’t respond. What was there to say? He was right. I was lucky. But luck wouldn’t last forever.

As we approached the cars, I caught sight of my reflection in the side mirror of Reiner’s jeep. The bruises, the dried blood, the swelling—it all stared back at me, a painful reminder of how far I’d fallen. My face didn’t even look like mine anymore, just a mess of pain and regret.

I stopped in my tracks for a moment, unable to tear my eyes away. The person staring back at me wasn’t the Eren Yeager I knew. He looked weak, broken, defeated—everything I swore I’d never be. It made my stomach turn, the bitter taste of failure sitting heavy on my tongue.

Jean noticed me lagging and shoved me hard. “Move it, Yeager. You don’t have time to admire yourself.”

I almost snapped at him but caught myself. What was the point? I had no fight left for Jean, for Reiner, for anyone. All I could think about was the reflection, the bruises, the way Levi’s words echoed in my head. You like breaking things, don’t you?

Maybe I did. Maybe I always had. But looking at myself now, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to put the pieces back together. The more I stared, the more the reflection felt like a stranger—someone I didn’t want to know, someone I didn’t want Y/N to see.

Reiner yanked open the jeep door, and Jean shoved me inside. The cold leather pressed against my back, and I leaned into it, closing my eyes to block out the reflection. It didn’t help. It was burned into my mind, just like everything else.

In the silence of the car, I could hear my own breathing, shallow and uneven. My ribs ached with every inhale, my arm throbbed with every beat of my heart, but none of it compared to the weight in my chest. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d already lost everything. And the worst part? It was all my fault.

I glanced at Ony sitting on the curb outside the warehouse, his head hanging low as he toyed with the gravel beneath his feet. He looked like a ghost of himself, a man who’d just been gutted and left to figure out how to piece himself back together. His shoulders were slouched, his usually sharp gaze now dulled, and I could tell the weight of everything that happened was crushing him.

I thought about his mom throwing him out, the slap she’d landed on him echoing in my mind. Sure, he had his own spot, but anyone could see being with his family meant something to him. He carried them in everything he did. It was obvious. Hell, it was probably why he’d even tried so hard to keep Y/N out of this mess in the first place.

For a second, a flicker of something like pity tried to surface in me. But I shoved it down as quickly as it came. I couldn’t feel sorry for him. Not when I was sitting here just as broken, just as beaten—physically and mentally. And definitely not when Y/N was at the center of it all.

This wasn’t some accident, some random twist of fate. Ony and I both knew the risks, knew the game we were playing. And if he thought he could keep someone like Y/N away from me, he was wrong. She wasn’t his to protect.

I leaned back in the seat, my gaze still locked on him as Reiner started the car. Ony didn’t look up, didn’t move. Maybe he was as lost in his head as I was, running over all the ways we’d screwed up to get here. Or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t sure which one would’ve been worse.

Connie sauntered over to Ony and plopped down beside him on the curb, stretching his legs out in front of him with a groan. The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds the faint hum of the night and the occasional shuffle from inside the warehouse. Connie tilted his head back to glance at Ony, whose face was blank, eyes fixed on a patch of gravel as if the weight of the world had been buried there.

“Yo,” Connie said, breaking the silence. “You wanna crash at mine tonight? Or I can drop you back at your spot if you’re feelin’ it.”

Ony didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge the question. His fingers idly pushed at the small rocks near his boots, but his focus remained distant, somewhere far from where Connie sat. It was like talking to a wall.

Connie frowned, shifting a bit to lean closer. “Hey, man. You hear me? I said you wanna come back with me or what?”

Still nothing. The silence stretched so thin it felt suffocating, like even the night itself was holding its breath. Ony’s chest rose and fell steadily, but his expression didn’t flicker. He looked more like a statue than a man, trapped in his own mind.

Finally, Connie sighed, running a hand over his buzzed head. He pulled out a pack of rolling papers and a small baggie from his pocket, shaking them in Ony’s line of vision. “Alright, how about this? I roll you a blunt instead. That sound better?”

Ony’s fingers paused for the first time. He blinked slowly, his jaw tightening as if he were weighing the offer. A long moment passed before he finally shifted his gaze toward Connie, his voice low and hoarse when he replied.

“Yeah,” Ony muttered. “Roll me a blunt.”

Connie nodded, glad to get any kind of response at this point. “Aight, bet. Don’t say I never did nothin’ for you.”

He set to work, spreading the rolling paper out on his knee with practiced ease. The weed was already ground up, and Connie’s fingers moved deftly, sprinkling the green evenly across the paper. The rhythmic movements of his hands felt calming, almost therapeutic, and he wondered if Ony felt the same way watching him.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Connie asked casually, glancing at Ony as he started to tuck the paper and roll it up.

Ony snorted softly, shaking his head. “What’s there to talk about, Connie? It’s all fucked.”

“That’s fair,” Connie said with a shrug, licking the edge of the paper to seal it. “But, like, I’m just sayin’, gettin’ it out might help. You been bottling shit up all night.”

Ony didn’t answer, just leaned back slightly, resting his arms on his knees as he stared ahead. Connie didn’t push it. Instead, he pulled a lighter from his pocket, sparking the blunt and taking a quick hit before passing it over.

“Here,” Connie said, holding it out to Ony. “This’ll do the talkin’ for you if you don’t wanna.”

Ony took it without a word, his fingers brushing against Connie’s briefly before he brought the blunt to his lips. He inhaled deeply, the cherry glowing bright as the smoke curled up into the cool night air. For the first time since Connie had sat down, Ony’s shoulders seemed to loosen, his posture relaxing just a fraction as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

“Thanks,” Ony muttered, his voice almost too quiet to hear.

“Don’t mention it,” Connie said, leaning back on his palms with a smirk. “You’re not the only one who needs to chill out after all this shit.”

They sat there like that for a while, passing the blunt back and forth, letting the silence between them grow comfortable instead of heavy. Neither of them needed to say much. The weed was doing its job, and for now, that was enough.

Jean, ever the instigator, leaned against the wall of the warehouse with that signature smirk of his, the one that promised trouble. He let out a low whistle, his eyes darting between Ony and the blunt in his hand.

“So,” Jean drawled, his tone thick with mischief. “What’s Yn think about all this? Bet she’s got a lot to say, huh?”

Ony’s entire body stiffened at the mention of her name. His hand froze mid-pass, the blunt hovering in the space between him and Connie. For a moment, it seemed like Ony hadn’t heard him—or maybe he was trying to convince himself that he didn’t. But then, without warning, Ony shot up from the concrete with such force it startled even Connie.

In a split second, Ony was in Jean’s face, his movements swift and aggressive. His jaw clenched tightly, and his nostrils flared as he stared Jean down. Jean, for all his usual bravado, looked momentarily caught off guard, his smirk faltering as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Yo, chill, Ony,” Jean said, his voice laced with a nervous chuckle. “I was just messing around.”

“Don’t.” Ony’s voice was low, dangerous, like a growl that seemed to rumble up from the depths of his chest. “Don’t bring her into this. Ever.”

For a tense moment, it seemed like Ony might swing. The air between them was charged, the kind of thick that made everyone else nearby tense up instinctively. Even Connie, who usually stayed out of these kinds of things, shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between the two.

But then, just as quickly as he’d snapped, Ony stepped back. He ran a hand down his face, letting out a long, controlled breath as if he were physically forcing himself to calm down. His gaze flickered toward the warehouse for a brief second, then back to Jean. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, but the edge hadn’t entirely disappeared.

“Watch your mouth, Jean. That’s family.”

Jean nodded, swallowing hard as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Got it, man. My bad. No harm meant.”

Ony didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention toward Eren, who had been watching the entire scene unfold with a knowing look. Ony’s eyes locked with his, and the intensity in them was unmistakable. It wasn’t just a warning; it was a promise. Then Ony glanced back at the warehouse door, his jaw tightening for a brief moment, before looking directly at Connie, who held the now-limp blunt.

“Roll another one,” Ony muttered, sinking back down onto the curb.

Connie raised an eyebrow but said nothing, pulling out the rolling papers again as Jean slunk off, muttering under his breath. The tension lingered in the air, but Ony seemed to retreat into his own thoughts, his fingers tapping against his knee as he stared off into the distance. Whatever was running through his mind, it was clear the storm inside him was far from over.

I leaned against Reiner's jeep for a moment, watching Ony sit stiffly on the curb. His posture screamed tension, the kind that was tightly wound and ready to snap at any moment. A lesser man would’ve backed off, but I wasn’t one to shy away from poking a bear—especially when it was this particular bear.

Reiner had been trying to talk me down, something about picking my battles and how Levi would have both our heads if he caught wind of this. But I wasn’t listening. Instead, I peeled myself away from the jeep and sauntered over to Ony, feeling Reiner’s heavy sigh follow me like a shadow.

Sliding onto the curb next to him, I made myself comfortable, deliberately invading his space. I felt him stiffen the second I sat down, his body going rigid as if bracing for whatever nonsense he knew was about to come out of my mouth. I waited a beat, letting the tension simmer, before I finally spoke.

“I’d call a truce,” I said casually, my voice low and edged with amusement. “But the thing is, I want Yn for myself. And you already know that.”

I watched as Ony’s jaw tightened, the muscle ticking as he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. His silence didn’t deter me—it only fueled me.

“So how about,” I continued, leaning in slightly, my tone dipping into something dangerously close to a taunt, “you drop this whole big brother act and let me have her?”

The air between us grew impossibly heavier, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made it hard to breathe. Ony’s head turned slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a look that could’ve burned through steel. It wasn’t anger—not fully, at least. It was something deeper, something primal, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a flicker of unease.

“What did you just say?” Ony’s voice was low, steady, but it carried a weight that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“You heard me,” I said, forcing a smirk to mask the tension crawling up my spine. “She’s wasted on you. I’d treat her better. You know it, I know it, hell—she probably knows it.”

That did it.

In a flash, Ony was on his feet, towering over me with an intensity that made even the shadows around us seem to shrink away. His fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white, but he didn’t swing. Not yet.

“You’re walking on thin ice, Jaeger,” Ony said, his voice barely above a whisper, but it was laced with so much venom it felt louder than a shout. “And you don’t want to see what happens when it breaks.”

I stood, meeting his gaze head-on, refusing to back down even as my pulse quickened. “Maybe I do,” I said, my smirk widening, though it felt more like baring teeth.

Before Ony could make his move, Reiner’s heavy hand landed on my shoulder, pulling me back with a force that made it clear I’d crossed a line.

“Enough,” Reiner said sharply, his eyes darting between the two of us. “This isn’t the time, and it sure as hell isn’t the place.”

Ony didn’t take his eyes off me, his chest rising and falling with barely contained rage. “This isn’t over,” he muttered, his voice like a low growl before turning on his heel and walking away.

Reiner shot me a look that could’ve rivaled Levi’s in its intensity. “Do you ever know when to shut up, Jaeger?”

I shrugged, my smirk returning as I watched Ony disappear into the shadows. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Connie suddenly stood up, stepping into my space with a fire in his eyes. "I thought you guys were chill. Like, is Y/N really worth all this, man?"

His words hit like a punch, but I wasn’t about to let him see how much they stung. "Ony’s not gonna forgive you, man. You know how he is about his family. He’s only doing all this shit for them. Your shit’s got him and his mama on ends."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of truth I couldn’t deny. But instead of letting the tension break me, I threw my head back and laughed—a sharp, bitter sound

I couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up, low and dark, as Connie's words hit the air. His face was scrunched up in that mixture of confusion and frustration, but all I could think about was how badly I’d just rattled Ony. Not just him, but everything around him. Family, loyalty, everything he thought he had a grip on—I was ripping it all away, piece by piece.

I leaned back, giving Connie a look that practically oozed smugness. "You think I care about his forgiveness?" I asked, letting the amusement settle in my tone like a bitter taste. "What the fuck does forgiveness even mean in this world? This is about power, and right now, I hold it. Ony? He's just a pawn in this game."

Connie's eyes narrowed, and I could see his frustration bubbling. He probably wanted to be the peacemaker, the one who made sure everything didn't go off the rails, but that wasn’t going to happen—not on my watch.

"Man, you’re playing a dangerous game," Connie muttered, shaking his head. "Ony’s loyalty runs deep, and you’re testing that line. He's not gonna back down from this."

I shrugged nonchalantly, the weight of my words heavy in the space between us. "Let him try. He knows who I am, and right now, I’m everything he can’t handle." My gaze flicked over to where Ony had disappeared into the distance, no longer looking back. "He’s too tied up in his little 'family' to see what’s really going on. It’s cute, in a way."

Connie looked like he was about to say more, but I cut him off, unable to resist. "And as for Yn? She's mine. No one else gets a say. If Ony’s too caught up in his feelings to protect what’s his, that’s on him. But Yn's not gonna end up like him. She’s gonna end up where she belongs—next to me."

Connie looked ready to snap, his face twisted in frustration, but there was nothing he could say that would change what I was going to do. I'd already decided, and no one, not even Ony, could stand in my way.

"You really think she’s gonna fall for your bullshit?" Connie pressed, his voice rising just a bit.

I let the laughter roll out again, louder this time. "We’ll see. I always get what I want, Connie. Always."

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.204 Colorful world

The food came out shortly, and Desiree forgot all about her mission to uncover the saga of how we met. Sophia got up to her old tricks, telling wild tales, making us laugh. I don't know what comes over her in restaurants, but it's always a good time. Once we had our fill of noodles, and were teetering on the brink of a carb coma, we headed back to the rental and took a proper tour of the house. It had just about everything we needed, and many more things we didn't expect, like a small yoga studio and a private hot spring. We almost didn't need to leave the house.

Desi and I settled in the living room while Sophia unpacked.

"So, what do you think about Mt. Komorebi so far?" I asked.

"I think I like it, but... It's weird here."

"Nooo, don't say that. Things might be different, but that doesn't make them weird. Every place has its own style and culture, and they're all kinda cool in their own ways. Actually, we have a lot of cultures in our family."

Her eyes lit up again.

"We do??"

"Yep. My dad's family is from a place called Monte Vista. It's really far away. But it's very beautiful and looks a lot different from here and San Sequoia. Their culture is very serious about food and influenced a lot of what we eat, like pizza and pasta."

"Pizzaaaaa! What about Mommy?"

I groaned, not because I didn't want to share her story, but because it wasn't mine to tell and she wasn't around to decide whether it got told. But her history isn't her own anymore. That is the exact reason she wanted to have children in the first place. Desiree deserves to know how she got here and who played a part in it.

"Mommy has lots of cultures in her family, so she's extra cool."

"Oooh, like what??"

"Well, part of her family is from Sulani. That's an island, so they live on the beach."

"Ooooooh!!"

"Another part of her family is from El Selvadorada. That's the jungle."

"The jungle?!"

"Mmm hmm. And a very small part of her family is from another faraway place called Al Simhara. That's in the desert where the pyramids are."

"COOOOOOOOOOOL!"

I have no idea if she even knows what the pyramids are or why they're so cool, but her reactions are sending me! She has the cutest, most expressive face.

Sophia finally joined us, asking what all the excitement was about. Before I could answer, the kid gave a very loud, excitable response.

"Daddy said you're cool because you have the most cultures!"

"Oh," she said, chuckling nervously. "Is that right?"

"Let's go outside and watch the snow," she blurted.

"OKAY!"

Desi hopped up and ran outside. Sophia lit the fireplace to keep us warm since we didn't put on our coats.

"Isn't it pretty?" she asked.

"Yes, but it sounds funny," Desiree shouted.

Sophia laughed.

"Yeah...it kinda does. I like the way it sounds, though."

I silently agreed with both of them. It's weird when the snow is thick and really coming down because somehow it can absorb sound, making it eerily quiet outside. But it also has a hushed, serene quality to it that is calming. We stood there and listened for a moment before Sophia turned around and warmed her hands. Desiree watched her, shadowing everything she did. It was the cutest thing. Despite all the time she and I spend together, and despite how much she enjoys our time, it's good to know she still desires her mother and wants to be like her.

I had plans for tonight and was eager to get my vacation agenda started, so I cozied up to Sophia, whispering in her ear.

"You should have told me you were cold. I would have put the kid to bed early so we could light a fire upstairs."

She giggled.

"I mean...you could still do that."

"Say less."

I grabbed Desi and ushered her upstairs.

"Time for bed, Des!"

"But I'm not tired!"

"You will be. Trust me! We had a long journey today. It'll hit you very soon. Just close your eyes and think sleepy thoughts."

"But I don't have sleepy thoughts!"

Once you hear us, you'll wish you did.

"I need some water," she said.

"You're fine. Drinking water will make you get up and pee later." And then you might see some things.

"I want to stay up with you and Mommy," she whined.

"I know, hon. But you'll get to hang out with us all day for three straight days. That's what's so cool about vacation."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart!"

"Okay."

She changed her clothes and slid under the covers. I tucked her in and gave her a goodnight kiss.

"Sweet dreams for our sweet potato."

She closed her eyes and was down for the count within minutes, just like I said.

I all but ran next door to our room and tore off my clothes. But to my surprise, Sophia had found another activity to enjoy.

"Luca, this is so nice! I've never done it half naked by a fire before."

Hopefully she wouldn't enjoy it for too much longer. My time was growing short. You got to strike while the iron is hot; ya know? But we are on vacation, and like I just told Desi, we're gonna have three whole days of togetherness. We don't have to burn a hole in the mattress tonight. Besides, Sophia does so much for our family, never complaining or making excuses. She deserves to relax, so I sat patiently and admired her from a distance...

But then I got a very selfish idea, heh. I never got a chance to give her that full body massage, and it's high time she sees exactly what these hands can do. First, I'll start innocently with her hands. Then, I'll hit her neck and shoulders, like last time. I'll move down her back real slow, and when I start squeezing that ass, she will be putty in my hands. It's about to go DOWN!

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of death, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,

Pt 1: New year new me, wait what?

Waking up wasn't in your cards, staring at the ceiling of a hospital room with nothing but the rhythmic beeping of machinery to welcome you to the realm of the living wasn't what you expected at all. Did you fail your mission? Did Barton and Natalia bring you back and somehow save you? Your joints ache badly, but it's nothing like what it should be, even your advanced healing can't fix a shattered skeleton.

You push yourself upright, it's surprisingly difficult and you have to take a break before pulling yourself up all the way, nausea hits you like a train and you have to take slow deep breaths so you don't puke. What meds did they have you on? Looking over yourself you take stock of everything, you're pallid and skinny, like you've been here a while. medical coma possibly?

Your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton and helium, There's multiple machines attached to you in some way, Just how bad was it if you felt yourself literally die. The room is clean, smells clean too. It's just full of medical equipment, no other beds in the room so…not the med bay? There's no windows either so you can't see what time of day it is, where did they put you? Possibly in doctor cho’s care? You see English writing on the heart rate monitor beside you so maybe not in her Korean facility…before you can start ripping tubes out of yourself the door opens, a young woman walking in with a cart behind her and her focus entirely on her phone. She shoves it in her scrubs pocket and idly glances towards you while reaching towards some cloths on the cart, she freezes like a deer staring down a semi. you try to speak but she suddenly darts out of the room while yelling for a doctor.

“stay here mx Wayne! Doctor! I need a doctor in here!” her sneakers squeak loudly on the linoleum as she leaves.

Who the hell was Wayne?

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‘*this entire board meeting is complete and utter horseshit.’* Bruce thinks to himself as he smiles tightly at his chairmen, several investors are sitting around and complaining about their lives even though the meeting isn't even over yet, and there's still policies to discuss, yet they're acting like just because they're invited guests they run the show.

It's been chaos ever since the incident, his stocks have gone up somehow, the public's reaction to this whole mess. his shareholders love it, they're like greedy sharks smelling blood, thinking he's too frazzled to know when they're trying to make moves behind his back to line their pockets. They're even throwing dates at him, as if his spouse isn't still alive. He'd nearly broken his code when Mr Smith told him to ‘line one up for when he has needs’ like he's a goddamn animal. As it stands he's been avoiding as many in person meetings as possible so he can avoid murder and jail time,

Tim keeps giving him looks for the last twenty minutes, subtly signaling to relax, smile, play dumb. He must be losing his edge if he can't even keep his poker face straight. His temple throbs as Mr Johnson opens his mouth again, If he has to hear *one* more complaint about their healthcare policies costing the company too much he's gonna -

His phone buzzes in his pocket, this time of day it's probably work related so he ignores it and starts aggressively drinking his iced coffee, he's half tempted to ‘accidentally’ spill it on Mr Smith beside him and ruin his beige suit mid speech about what is and isn't necessary to provide your employees, he's about to ignore Tim's warning look when his phone buzzes again, this time it's Alfred's notification pattern. Tim subtly shifts so he knows he got one too, Bruce fishes his phone out under the table and briefly glances at the notification tab, reads it twice, before promptly standing up and walking out without saying a word to anyone, Tim scrambling to cut the meeting short and follow him.

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A/n: has anyone wandered how much work Bruce does at Wayne enterprises? What does he actually do there?? 😅

Taglist: @cxcilla

[district4loading]

Thoughts on sana being the type to ask her partner to “kiss it better”

Cooking with Sana is a challenge.

Not because she's bad at cooking or difficult to manage. It's cause she's so distracting in only the best way possible. You always find yourself stealing kisses from her, hugging her or doing anything else for just a little bit of physical affection.

She just looks so cute with her hair put up with her cute little glasses and her little apron. Just so adorable.

This time you're baking croissants together out of boredom. Yes, baking out of boredom. When she brought it up--especially on her day off--you wondered if she'd been hit on the head cause who'd want to stand and bake for hours when relaxing was the better option obviously.

However, like she always did, she managed to get you in the kitchen with her once again.

At this point you've already made the dough. Of course, since you're the stronger one she made you knead it and flatten it out. So now her part is just to cut it in somewhat equal triangular shapes.

She was doing okay when you made the poor decision to sneak up behind her and snake your arms around her waist without knowing what angle she was holding the knife at. When you hear a high pitched yelp escape her lips, you think nothing of it because you assume she's just surprised but when you hear the knife drop on the counter and her frustrated whine, "Babe!" You realize somethings wrong.

So you hum and look over her shoulder just to see that her fingers bleeding. It's bleeding a lot so you're not sure if the cut is big or not, all you know is that it's on the side of her index finger. "I'm so sorry" You back away from her as she turns to face you, holding the wounded hand tightly in her other. You quickly reach over to grab a paper towel, noticing that her bottom lip is poking out.

Still adorable.

"Here, let me see" You take her hand out of hers and press the paper towel on her hands. "Come" You say, leading her to the bathroom where you can clean it and bandage it for her. Not only cause you feel bad but also why on earth would you make her do it herself?

She sits on the edge of the bathtub as she watches you grab the alcohol and the band-aid "It hurts" She pouts, giving you what might just be a death stare.

"I know babe" You sigh "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to" You apologize again because it feels like you can't express just how sorry you are.

You bring it to her and you drop to one knee in front of her, pouring the alcohol onto a cotton ball "I just wanna know what you were thinking to grab me like that when I was literally holding a knife"

"Well" You pause for a moment, hearing her wince when the alcohol connects with the cut "I just couldn't resist you, if anything you should've been more careful because you know I like to get touchy when we cook together"

It's only a joke and Sana knows it but she still glares at you all the same, watching as you snicker a bit. She can't hold up her act though, she ends up laughing with you but not too much. "asshole" She mutters underneath her breath.

You wrap the bandage around her finger "There, all good now?"

Sana pauses for a moment and shakes her head "mm-mm"

"What? Does it still hurt?" She nods, still not giving you a verbal answer "Well what do you want me to do about it?"

"Kiss it better" She puts her hand out in front of you. She has a big smile on her face when she says it and you can tell she's not joking at all. You don't have to think twice about it though, you take her hand into yours and you press your lips against it. You make eye contact with her, noticing that her eyes are still expecting "Go ahead, don't stop till I tell you to"

Now you're smiling and you can't help it as you kiss her finger a ridiculous amount of times.

You're maybe on your 20th kiss when she finally says that you can stop. "Feel better?" Sana pretends to think a bit and then she nods "So shall we get back to the croissants?"

"We shall, but you'll be the one cutting this time" You give her a look as she stands up "I'll be there, with my arms wrapped around you and my head on your shoulder while you do it"

"You know what, I like the idea of that... just don't make me cut myself" you warn.

Sana smiles "That's rich coming from you"

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A/N: Good morning, afternoon or night wherever you are. If its morning, how about you start your day with some cute sana fluff?

[hashimasims]

Apologies for the long post ahead

(that's why I put under a cut lol)

Where do I begin? My name is Minthe Thalzoh and my mother is an Elf and my Father is an Alien!

Wait! Let me start over, sorta, from the beginning.

My father crash landed his ship in my Mother's backyard, one thing led to another and now they're the loves of each other's lives and married. They moved out to Willow Creek to start a family.

ENTER ME!

Wasn't I just the cutest little infant!?!

Anyway . . .

My parents knew even then that I was going to be a genius! Though this could have been because of my mixed species genetics. I hit almost every Milestone ahead of the expected timeline and understood and could do a lot more than a "normal" Infant.

Then I became a Toddler!

Not long after, my sister Kaeleen came around and I didn't get as much of my parent's attention, this upset me understandably but I did know that she was smaller and needed more help. I again met all my milestones and sped through all possible toddler skills before my next Lifestage.

As a child I reached the top of my class within a couple of days and worked through two Aspirations. Mom got pregnant again and gave me another sister, Kira, so I helped Kaeleen as best as I could with all her Milestones and Skills. Soon enough it was time for my next birthday.

Father's distress signal was finally answered (took them long enough!) and his world leaders were sending him - and by extension the rest of us - a rescue shuttle to pick us up and bring us back to Unvahiri. I didn't want to go, I was born on this planet and though traveling to another planet did sound like the adventure of a lifetime I made my case to stay. Father agreed as long as I could pass and graduate high school early and get into college before the shuttle got here. Of course I did it! Did you have any doubts? I got into Foxbury for a Distinguished Degree in Physics and I plan to Minor in Robotics. I even got a full ride! My parents set aside a bit of Simoleons for me once I graduate so I can buy a house and start living the Simlander Dream.

I'm sad to have missed meeting my newest sister, Laryse, in person. She was born on the way to Unvahiri, but I get video transmissions from them from time to time. They hope to make it back for when I graduate but I told them not to worry about it and I would try to set up some sort of recording for them. But that was still a long way away, I still have to pass all my classes first. It's a bit lonely right now but at least I was able to sneak my pet, Voxel, into the Dorm. I think the College Board knows he's here but hasn't said anything - yet.

So without further ado I welcome you to a (my) restart of the Not so Berry Challenge

Beginning|Previous|Next

Watcher's notes: I plan for this to be 99.9% all gameplay based but will try to add in a bit of story here and there for fun but I started this save as a de-compressor for Elucea's story which even though I plan different things and randomly write bits for it (not all will I use obvi) it does get rather tiring some days when I do get into that save file (which probably led to my being more in a building/CAS mood for a bit). I want to actually get through a TRUE challenge for once and I've tried the Not So Berry a couple times and abandoned it but through sharing my Glynnans I have made it to Gen 6 so far and don't plan on stopping so maybe by sharing my NSB gameplay I can complete this challenge for once.

Credits (I will try to remember to leave any pose credits when I use them but I can not guarantee that I will remember since I normally Queue out a scene which a good majority of the time takes 5+ posts and then try to remember to add pose credits when I've finished so I do apologize ahead of time when I inevitable forget same as I have been doing for my story with Elucea):

Minthe and Voxel picture - Cat Travels by @bananasplit-sims

Infant Minthe portrait - Happy Christmas by @simmisstrait

Toddler Minthe portrait - Xmas poses 16 by @simmerianne93

Child Minthe portraits - Family Together by @simmireen

Teen Minthe Portraits - Ordris, Kira, and Shreava (parents with infant) are posed with Portrait Poses 14 by Simmerianne93 Minthe and Kaeleen are posed with Stand By Me (redone) by @talentedtrait

Character Card by @stormistargazer

Minthe's portrait in Character card and banner portrait - F. Model Pt. VI by @sciophobis

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

Athena’s Characterization in Epic: The Musical Makes a Tragic Amount of Sense If Her Backstory with Pallas Is Canon

AKA I Have A Lot Of Feelings

At least I know what I'm fighting for While you're fighting to be known Since you claim you're so much wiser Why's your life spent all alone? You're alone - My Goodbye, Cyclops Saga

Odysseus' words here hit Athena hard—enough to shift her narrative the next time we see her. Maybe there’s a reason she pushes Odysseus to be the best, to never fail. Because the last time Athena failed, her best friend died.

Now Odysseus lost Polites and his soldiers to the Cyclops. Another failure - "I don't know where I went wrong". Athena partially blames herself for the way it turned out.

You are reckless, sentimental at best That's not a teaching of mine You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest - My Goodbye, Cyclops Saga

When Athena was still a new goddess, she was educated by Prince Triton. His daughter, Pallas, was her best friend. Her first, even. Killed by her own spear.

While Zeus may have been responsible for setting the events in motion, Athena likely holds herself responsible. If she had been a wise warrior, then Pallas' death could've been avoided. If she had been a ruthless warrior, she would've won and Zeus would've had no reason to intervene. Even in practice, Zeus' expectations for Athena were higher than she could reach. Athena cannot fail again.

Now, I'm knocking on your door With hopes to save a friendship - God Games, Wisdom Saga

Athena is once again fights for the life of a friend. She says "friendship", knowing she and Odysseus might never reconcile. She's not quite saving a friendship as much as she is saving her friend. Now make it even worse by thinking about Pallas.

I can't help but wonder what this world could be If we all held each other with a bit more empathy I can't help but feel like I led you astray What if there's a world where we don't have to live this way? - I Can't Help But Wonder, Ithaca Saga

These lines reflect something deeper within Athena. A question she has grappled with from the start. She has a desire to "make a greater tomorrow". It's why she takes young Odysseus under her wing. She recognised in him the potential for a better world. Athena lost sight of what that meant. Then Odysseus reminded her—and maybe, just maybe, it was Pallas too.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Yeeeeeeeep. It's one of my favorite things about swsh tbh. Just how many parallels that can be made. You pretty much hit every point there. The conflict between Hop and Naomi put a lot of things into perspective with her, Leon and Raihan. It's what inspires her to actually reach out to them again ( she starts with Raihan, bc he isn't as busy as Leon, but they all do end up talking).

Ough, Leon, Carol n Bede sll having to take care of themselves from a young age....yeah. Yeah, that's just about right :')

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( post darkest day)

Nessa: .....Hey remember that ghost story you told us when we were younger? About the dragon?

Raihan: Yeaaaah?

Nessa:

Raihan:

Raihan: ( realization) WAIT-

Nessa: You jinxed us.

Raihan: NO I DIDN'T!!!!

( she's joking lol)

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( nods nods) Nessa going into the league as a gym trainer first definitely builds up experience. I think the fact that she got so far within the gym challenge itself made her like one of the top suspects for the new gym leader role, though I don't think she'd just take it without feeling she worked hard for it. Gym challenger is one thing, gym leader is another, you know? Two different fields, two different mindsets- she has to hone in if she wants to be the gym leader she thinks she can be! Of course, this applies to her role as a model as well!!!

When I was writing that, I was just imagining Nessa in like. Full blown fishing gear, something that people would not expect her to wear, willing and ready to rangle aquatic pokemon if needed. She scoffs at Leon suggesting herding wooloo is more difficult - try getting a slippery fien to stay in one place for one second and then come back to her.

Nessa, to me, was always the cool one to Leon. Okay that's a lie. Leon thinks all of his friends are like. The coolest people ever and he's so grateful to have met all of them. Nessa is cool on how she carries herself, how she knows so much about water and the beings within them, as well as the different stories she could tell from simply being a trader's daughter. So yeah, he thinks she's so cool :) ( I think everyone does lol)

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Soul appearing in Leon's nightmares would be bc he's worried about his health, yes. Like simply being away from him and the family would make things worse ( since he's not there to help). He knows Soul encouraged him to follow his dreams. He knows that, and he's having a blast. But he can't help but worry.

As for Eternatus....maybe? I don't have a lot of brain juice on that, outside of maybe! And. Yeah. Bede could have gone there. I don't think Rose and Oleana....well maybe Oleana( but I also don't know how far she would let Bede go in terms of getting hurt) , but Rose doesn't seem like the type to put Bede in that type of situation ( where. He could get hurt or worse). But Bede willingly going down that path if he'd known about it? He would. His desire to please Chairman Rose is BIG, and getting wishing stars is an absolute must. Going into a restricted area that potentially contains a treasure trove of them? Yes please!

What was the young adults (Nessa, Raihan, Sonia, Leon, etc.) gym challenge like in Legendsverse when they were younger?

And any foreshadowing or hints to Eternatus?

I'm stilllllll figuring that out, especially bc it's been a while since I exactly expressed my ideas of what they were like back then. I'm gonna focus on Leon, Sonia, Raihan and Nessa. Maaaaaybe Piers. We'll see. This will be long so buckle up!

Leon and Sonia are gonna get grouped together for now bc man. The parallels. I haven't fully decided who endorsed them. I wasn't sure if I wanted Leon to be endorsed by Rose and Sonia by someone else, or if Rose endorsed Sonia ( like in the manga) and Mustard endorsed Leon ( old friend of Gerardo, mayhaps?). The point being that these two went on their gym challenge together.

Sonia was the better trainer.

....At first. Sonia was someone who Leon could not beat when they were younger, and in the earlier part of their journey she really was the better trainer, and favorite of the media. Of course, among the favorites, there were plenty of people who called her a nepo baby and thought she was ruining the sport. Leon wasn't that shabby of a battler. But in terms of skill,back then, he wasn't as good as Sonia. But what he did have was passion and determination. Leon knew from the jump what his goals are. He wants to become champion and he wants Galar to become stronger for it. So even if he wasn't as skilled as Sonia ( yet) he was going to claw his way to that top just everyone. And people noticed that. That fiery passion, that light that he had. It was a much more gradual buildup compared to the success of Sonia who was kinda hit with everything from the jump ( can't imagine that really helped with her enjoyment of the gym challenge),and once Leon started going he could not be stopped. And when you just keep going, someone has to get left behind right?

Personality wise, again something I haven't fully thought of. I used to like the idea that Leon was shy, but I think it fits him more that he was always this full of energy and ....I dunno expressive? But also hard to read. Someone who's determined, who's passionate, who has a good laugh, but you always don't know what he's thinking. That. Sonia....I feel she used to be rather confident in herself. Dare I say, she might have been a smart alek back then,willing to "um actually" someone ( Raihan. It was Raihan). But she was still Sonia. She was still awkward, and kinda uncertain of herself at times. She has a tendency to get in her head that just keeps her stuck - oh hey Hop, what are you doing here? ( This kid and his many parallels).

Where Leon gradually became a force that could not stop, Sonia....well. The gym challenge was wearing her down. Like I said, she has a tendency to get stuck in her head. She would make battle plans, said plans fell apart, and she was left floundering her way through a battle. Everyone's eyes were on her and....and all her friends were so bright. Leon was so bright. They all were bright. They all knew what they wanted....did she know what she wanted? When was the last time she enjoyed a pokemon battle? ......

I'm of the mind that Sonia dropped out of the league around the 7th gym, so at Melony's gym. She had won, said gym, but at that point she could have sent herself that she wasn't having fun and just felt. Lost. Her friends were also so far ahead too so. No way she can make a comeback now, huh? I think this is when her and Leon's friendship breaks bc just like Hop and Naomi, it's been them. Sonia and Leon, against the world. I can't imagine what it's like watching your best friend give up ( even if in the long run, it was literally the best option for her mentally), having that friend just. Close herself in. And there's already a big gap between Sonia and Leon by this point, so when Leon turns around to check on her, not only is she far away, but she's most likely walking in the opposite direction. Or at the very least, too far away for him to reach. It's been awkward after that. But this is about the gym challenge so. Story for another time.

Raihan....oh Raihan. It's been years and I still haven't figured out a solid backstory for him. It's driving me insane. So for simplicity sake, I'm gonna say he was endorsed by the old gym leader of Hammerlocke gym. What's their relationship exactly? No clue, and we're not gonna talk about it right now. Kid Raihan....well tbh, I've always seen him as a little chill, but have a very mean mischievous streak. A pure agent of chaos that one. He was a bit more.... rambunctious (?) back then. Kiiiinda wore his heart on his sleeve more and reacted as such- but overall, really chill. Sometimes had to be the voice of reason for Sonia and Leon ( which is incredibly funny since he is most likely the one that put bad ideas in their head/ goad them into trouble. The duality of this kid). Sonia and him would get on each other's nerves and bicker a lot bc their both smart ass kids, and depending on the subject one is more chill than the other. But it gradually just became custom for them and a form of affection! They both ended up becoming the others impulse control. Raihan and Leon.....Leon kept beating him. And despite how chill he is, Raihan has pride, so each loss just makes him more frustrated. Fortunately, Leon being Leon smoothed things over - he honestly couldn't bring himself to be so mad. Plus, their rivalry was fun! They kept each other on their toes, each move being done with great intensity and vigor. Raihan had a goal to one up Leon one day and Leon would embrace it fully. ( Leon being Champion kinda. Sullied that notion. It still exists, but with lots of outside factors going into it, specifically that their rivalry is now treated as something for others to consume and watch, not just two friends who wanted to see each other grow stronger and try and best each other). In the end Raihan was the one that faced off Leon for the champion title....and lost. And honestly, I think. He reacted pretty badly. I can't blame him, he's a kid, his loss was in public for everyone to see, and he worked so hard- I do not blame him for reacting badly. But man did it make things tense between him and Leon. Even when things settled down, and the initial issue was gone, that tenseness never fully went away, but that's getting way ahead of the gym challenge. Overall, Raihan was that chill but very mischievous friend that loved to bicker with Sonia about history and battle Leon to be the best.

Nessa....I don't have much for her outside of this very specific thing: she was competitive as fuck and a bit of a hot head. I see her carrying herself with so much dignity that the other three could not help but move aside when she was walked by. Leon and Raihan found her intimidating/scary. Sonia found her criminally pretty. I actually think it was Sonia that had Nessa integrated into their little group. Not that Leon and Raihan didn't interact with her, but Sonia was the one that couldn't help but want to get to know her. I mean, she was so confident! How on earth can she be able to walk by like she owned the place. She had to figure it out. ( Raihan: Or you just folded at the first pretty face you saw. Leon: Pfft- Sonia: SHUT UP!!!). They actually became fast friends! Nessa was friendly, if not a bit more stern about the gym challenge ( "quite fooling around and take this seriously!" <- something I can see her saying). Leon and her actually ended up getting along REALLY well! I think it's the market kids bonding over their families respective trade - humble beginnings I suppose. Raihan pissed her off a lot though. One minute they could be having a normal friendly conversation and the next, Raihan is laughing his ass off while Nessa is shaking him by his shirt. And yeah! I'm not sure when she got eliminated - yes eliminated, Nessa is not someone to quit imo. Maybe during the champion cup, maybe somewhere else. But I think she had a really good run! I can actually see her being the one to encourage Sonia to quit her gym challenge, since she saw how unhappy it was making her. I think the promise that they'll still be friends and Nessa cares more about Sonia's happiness kinda just cemented the feelings Sonia had, both platonically and romantically. Nessa is a good good friend to Sonia,even past the gym challenge and years to come.

Yeaaaaah, I'm not doing Piers I don't have much for him. I do think it was Raihan that befriended him first! I feel like he was very much that friend of a friend that didn't reallllly hang out with the others as often but would still get dragged into their shenanigans and was genuinely part of the group. He was the closest to Raihan, but still gave every one cute lil nicknames :3

And finally: Eternatus is weird timeline wise. I don't think Rose got it around the time Leon became champion. I feel that happens some years into Leon's career? Maybe in his teens. So during the gym challenge, Eternatus was still very much a fossil.....but here's an idea. Leon gets lost. Like he usually does. But it's worse here, because he's lost within the deeper levels of the Galar mines. Charmeleon is with him, so he can see, and he's fairly confident in his ability to handle the wild pokemon....but it still sucks. ( It's moments like these that makes him wish that the Galar Rangers are still a thing. Wish that his dad was there to guide him). So he's still wandering around, trying to get himself out of this strange situation....and then he sees it. On the wall,a giant fossil. Or at least, a piece of a fossil? He can't really say but it's there. Right before him. Has anyone ever seen it before? He is rather deep into the mine- he's pretty sure he's not supposed to even be there. Sonia would love to get a look at it.....he can't seem to turn his eyes away. There's something about the fossil. Something.... daunting. Something heavy. It makes his stomach sink, and he feels himself shutter a little but he can't look away. It wouldn't be until Charmeleon takes a hold of Leon's hand , looking at it's trainer with concern. Leon smiles, even if it's clearly nervous, thanks Charmeleon and turns away from the fossil. He eventually does get out of the caves, gets scolded by Sonia and Raihan and goes among his merry way. He forgets about the fossil by then. Though maybe it's still there, at the back of his mind. Maybe that's why, when he sees it again, it feels so familiar.

Just a lil plot bunny for ya :)

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A song you’d choose to introduce someone to your favorite genre:

Uhhhh. I used to use Wanna Talk About Me to convince people country isn't that bad. It worked.

This is how I was introduced to it btw:

These days I'm more likely to recommend someone like Darius Rucker (Wagon Wheel, it was all over every popular radio station here a few years back) because uhhh I am not a conservative Christian anymore. It's been. Interesting. I hate it, honestly. I'm glad I know better now, but believing in something was simpler.

I was thinking the other day. That the fact that I don't want to let go of things like this is probably related to how the church told me to get rid of everything "demonic." I got rid of some comic books I loved because of that. They burned a tapestry I got on a mission trip (while we were still on the trip) because of that.

I don't want to burn it. I want to keep what it means to me and leave the bad shit behind.

Anyway. I don't know if most people know that Darius Rucker is black. I keep meaning to build a list of black country musicians, because they get a lot of flack from racists.

I don't actually have a favorite genre. This one is just inextricably linked with my upbringing.

A song you know every word to:

I'm slowly memorizing most of Dessa's discography, I think. Very thankful for the person who introduced me to The Bullpen.

Yes, it's Marvel. The editing is great. Shh.

Dessa has this line in Dutch that says

"I keep Pope in glovebox, Plath on the dash"

I think that's a good way to summarize her writing. There's a play on words every other line. It's the sort of shit I could probably write essays about. I love her.

You kind of have to be in a specific mental place to appreciate her, I think. I wasn't ready for her at first when another blogger on here started mentioning her. Most of her lyrics are kinda moody and jaded. It felt oppressive until I got sad enough.

She tried to write an upbeat song and came out with something melancholy. She kept trying and came up with one of my favorites, and she's still comparing love to a business transaction. I'm obsessed with her.

"Sealed with a kiss, signed with an epipen

You gotta tolerate some risk if you wanna make a margin

Wanna make a friend? We can live a little large and split the dividends"

Listening to an album feels like reading a book. I like to mix it up most of the time, but sometimes it's time to just listen to a Dessa album again.

If anyone wants a simpler option, I sang Can't Help Falling in Love to myself at least three times today. There's a lot of options here, really.

A cover song:

Haley Reinhart's version of Benny and the Jets. First time I'd heard a woman growl. I want bucketfuls of this please. I'm not kidding, please give it to me