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milk ♡ matt sturniolo
— CONTENTS: established relationship; nipple play/boob sucking; mommy kink; BREASTFEEDING kink; pregnant!reader; sub!matt
— NOTES: this was highly requested and im ngl, it’s definitely one of my favorite kinks! however, i know it’s still a taboo so please if you don’t like it, DON’T READ IT. i might get criticized a lot for writing this, but remember this is fanfiction. it’s a fetish, a fantasy. none of this is real. it’s just a story — and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did! ♡ but if i get cancelled im gonna deactivate and you’ll never see me again! mwah!
“you are so pretty” matt said as he plopped down next to you, snuggling closer. “you’re glowing, seriously. you look amazing” he complimented you as he caressed your face with his thumb, the coarse skin of his fingertips rubbing against your soft cheeks.
matt always dreamed of being a father. when he first heard the news, he fell down to his knees. he immediately wrapped his arms around your hips, nuzzling his face on your tummy before kissing it over and over again, whispering a bunch of thank yous. although matt was filled with joy, he couldn’t help himself. he had his hands all over you — he would even lift your belly so your back would stop hurting. matt was simply mesmerized by the sight of you carrying his babies.
his hands travelled down your body, stopping by your round, prominent tummy. matt was gentler now that the girls had started kicking, as if they could actually feel his touch. the only thing he wouldn’t go easy on were your tits — he never did. right now, matt found himself squeezed between your spreaded legs, trying hard to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t hurt you, both knees against the soft cushioned sofa. his left palm had quickly moved to your chest while he kissed your neck, nibbling your sensitive skin between his teeth.
“matt… don’t squeeze them too hard” you sighed when matt increased the pressure of the massage. he hesitated for a second, removing his hand and pulling away from your skin. matt’s baby blue orbs flickered between your lips and your breasts, “did it work?!”
you chuckled at his eagerness, adjusting your back on the couch and allowing him to lay by your side. “better than i had expected” you said, taking the strap of your nightgown in between your fingers, teasing him. “turns out i don’t really have to pump that much because it started flowing pretty easily, so i guess it’s gonna come out with some suction”
matt’s usually determined, dominant gaze altered to a soft, mesmerized one. he couldn’t really find the words, choosing instead to smash his lips against yours in a deep, wet kiss. a moan escaped from the back of your throat as you felt matt’s boner poking against your thigh, him biting your lower lip before opening a satisfied grin. “i really fucked a baby inside you didn’t i?” he spoke, more to himself than to you. he was so proud of his own accomplishment, and he needed to hear it from you. “i love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife”
“all yours” you whispered, sealing your lips together on a quick pack. matt’s touches were soft again, his index motioning in circles against your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. “turned you into a real mama hm?” he said, trying to keep a tough-guy persona, but you knew this wouldn’t last long.
matt continued speaking to himself, admiring your figure. “making milk and everything” he mumbled under his breath, fully squeezing your tit.
“my mama” there it was. you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “yeah? my good boy made me a true mama?” you continued to feel his hard-on pressing against you, his hips slightly moving.
“i need it” matt’s parted lips begged as he felt his cock twitching inside his pants, puppy, pleading eyes making it harder for you to say no. “please, i need it so bad. please i’ve been a good boy” he continued. “i wanna taste you so bad, mama”
you unconsciously bit the flesh of your cheeks, trying to look unbothered. deep down, you wanted this just as much “go slow, prince”. as soon as you gave matt permission, he pulled your dress down, revealing your full, swollen breasts. they hurt often, even before you were pregnant, and matt always helped you to get rid of the soreness. he dragged his tongue on your boob, circling your nub with the wet muscle before latching his lips around your nipple.
matt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sucking — just like he always did. after a few seconds, small droplets of milk landed against his tongue, the surprisingly mild taste taking over his mouth, brain and body. matt pulled away for a second, letting your tit hang loose “you…” he babbled, swallowing the liquid. once again, matt wasn’t able to form a proper sentence, getting distracted by the tiny strand of milk dripping from your nipples.
“fuck you’re leaking so much” matt mumbled, quickly latching on your chest. he wans’t gonna waste a drop. “nhng— ‘m gon’ have to take care of this while” matt spoke as he tried to swallow the sudden spurts of milk coming. “while our babies don’t come huh?”
“gonna have to keep your mouth in my boobs all day aren’t you?” you cooed, causing matt to nod desperately. his grip and suction got faster, followed by the sudden rutting of his crotch against your bare thigh. matt was far gone now, mindlessly humping, trying to reach his high. you could be mean and make him stop — but the poor boy was enjoying it so much. it really felt like his first time all over again, the desperation, the neediness, the loud, wet noises filling the room.
“seems like you’re the one behaving like a baby now” you said, gently pulling his hair so he’d look at you. “having my milkies and cumming inside your pants? little virgin boys do that” matt groaned at the humiliation, the sweet, warm tone of your voice making it even harder for him to hold back. “mama— please” he managed to speak. “not… not a baby!”
“oh? aren’t you?” you continued the teasing, “then i guess you don’t need this am i right?” you grabbed your own tit, pulling it away from matt.
“no! i do! i need it so bad mama, please let me cum… wan’ be your good boy” matt pouted, begging to keep sucking. “that’s what i thought” you said, letting go of his hair. “be a good boy and cum in your pants for me”.
matt suckled harder than he ever did, trying to get out everything he could. actually, he was probably trying to milk you dry, just so that your tits would need his mouth again. his body tensed before he bucked his hips forward, a sudden warm taking over his boxer as the thick, sticky spurt came out of his slit, filling his underwear with cum.
matt stopped and sighed deeply, letting his body fall flat next to you. “you ruined my dress” you teased, looking at the milk stains on the fabric. “i’ll do the laundry anyways” he chuckled, still coming back from his high. “buy more. i’m gonna ruin all of them”.
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okay... hear me out, friends to lovers with franco.. but a little more ✨spicy✨
you meet at a party of a mutual friend after a few friendly encounters before and at somepoint the conversation shifts to sexual experience. reader gets some kinks exposed and franco is very intrigued by that, suggesting he's very interested in exploring those kinks and more with them👀
You'd met Franco a few times, through mutual friends. And every single time there was a spark.
Tonight was no different.
Warnings: discussion around lots of kinks, smut, choking, restraints, mirror sex, recording, as usual too many petnames, sort of edging?, multiple orgasms, kinda unhinged at the end, Franco is a flirt and a tease, alcohol, friends to lovers I guess although the lovers part isn't really discussed
Each time you came into contact with each other, your friends would roll their eyes at the shameless flirting.
But every time it fizzled out when the evening ended and you would both go your separate ways with a shake of the hand and a “it's been a pleasure”.
Tonight Franco was determined to not let you go that easily.
He had a plan. Which was basically, go in early, and go in hard.
So to speak.
Very early on, he’d made you take a few shots with him to loosen you both up, then all but dragged you over to a couch to plant you on his lap.
“Let’s talk” he said, grabbing a large glass of something you both could share as you yapped.
And yap you did, about anything and everything, for hours.
His hands wandered over your bare thighs and you kept slapping them away, giggling about how you were in public. But he could see the blush creep onto your cheeks every time, he could see how much you were definitely tempted.
He just needed to find a way to make you give in to temptation.
Ideas trotted around his brain, until one of your mutual, and very drunk at this point, friends came over and begged you to play a game of ‘never have I ever’.
You and Franco rolled your eyes at the childish suggestion, but followed, and somehow ended up on opposite sides of the circle on the floor of the large living room.
You all had glasses at varying degrees of fullness while the questions remained mild.
Then it was your best friend’s turn, and she nudged your side cheekily, looking straight at Franco when she said “Never have I ever... had sex in a car”
Franco’s eyes narrowed at her as he took a sip, and everyone cheered loudly at him. A couple of others in the circle followed and took sips of their own drinks.
He looked at you and you giggled at him. “You haven’t?” he mouthed over the noise and you shook your head.
He shrugged with a shy smile and the game moved on.
Until your same best friend, obviously trying to achieve something with her questions, asked a question obviously aimed at you, this time.
“Never have I ever had sex in front of a mirror!”
She looked excessively proud of herself, and you huffed and took a sip, glancing at Franco, who did not drink but was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
You winked and shrugged at him, turning to your friend who looked slightly dissapointed.
“What are you trying to do mate?”
She giggled. “I’m playing a game with Gaby!” she motioned to Franco’s friend, sitting a few spaces to your right “First one who manages to find something that you and Franco have both done, wins”
You scoffed at their ridiculous antics. “Jesus, you two are unbelievable”
The game continued, your friends finding increasingly ridiculous things to say.
“Face time sex!” (you drank to that one)
“Choking!” (you both drank and Gaby cheered)
“Anal!” and Franco drank hesitantly, but when someone asked “giving or recieving?” he blushed and quickly changed the subject.
As the questions went on, you noticed a trend. You were drinking at almost every single one, and Franco... well he was getting increasingly flustered every time he noticed you take a sip.
So far he’d learned you liked dirty talk, mirrors, spanking, being filmed (his dick twitched at that one), and your favourite position was bent over (it apparently didn’t matter what).
Gaby shrugged, apparently out of ideas of dirty things to say and most of the others seemed to have given up, so the game ended and you got up to get more drinks from the kitchen.
Franco followed eagerly, ignoring the knowing looks from his peers.
“Any other kinks I should know about?” he sidled up to you, leaning an arm on the counter.
“I don’t know why you should know about any of my kinks, frankly” you feigned nonchalance by taking another gulp of your drink and looking away. But the façade crumbled when you choked in response to his next words.
“I want to know what you like.” he purred, leaning in closer to your ear “I want to know everything about you, and that includes how to please you”
You were blushing furiously. How dare he be so smooth.
“After tonight you know more than enough, don’t you think?” your breath hitched when one of his hands brushed your exposed thigh.
“Aaah, come on” he groaned “there has to be something else, something you haven’t said yet”
His face was inches from yours, your breaths mingling as the tension in the kitchen rose to unbearable levels.
“I’ll tell you what.” you gulped, mesmerised by his eyes boring into yours “if you’re still interested when you’re sober, come over to my place and I’ll show you”
His pupils dilated and he licked his lips as he took in your words.
“Okay” he said simply.
But neither of you made any effort to move away from each other, in fact, you could swear he was getting closer.
His eyes flicked to your lips briefly, he was breathing hard and his brows were furrowed together in slight frustration.
“Can I at least kiss you?” he whispered and the slight nod you responded with was enough for him to crash his lips to yours.
It was desperate and messy, but terribly satisfying as you both felt months of tension finally snapping and becoming something real.
Reflecting back on it the next day, you barely remembered it, and you definitely didn’t remember the offer you made him.
Several aspirins and a shower had done the trick to avoid a hangover, but your memories didn’t really come back as you went about your day.
It wasn’t until the evening, and you were just about ready to order take out, when you recieved a text.
“Can I come over now? I’m sober ;)"
You gasped as last night’s conversation came back to you in pieces, and your fingers typed out a response before your brain even had a chance to think of something less desperate.
“Was about to order food, but I’m sure you’ll taste better”
He saw the message, and you waited several minutes, but the reply never came.
You started getting worried so you sent another.
“Franco?”
He saw it immediately, and the answer came soon after.
“Cant type driving”
You laughed at his eagerness and sat down on your couch, scrolling through your phone while you waited.
It felt like an eternity before you heard the screech of tyres sliding on the road, and you instinctively knew it was him.
Your suspicions were confirmed when he rapped on your door with enough force to definitely warrant you checking for damage to his knuckles.
You opened the door for him and he was about to step forward immediately, but he froze mid-step and his breath hitched when his eyes fell on you.
You frowned at him gaping at you and looked down at yourself.
“What- what’s the matter?”
His gaze softened and he stepped closer to you, lifting you up by your thighs and kicking the door shut behind him as he carried you inside.
“I have never seen you without makeup...” he muttered, and you blushed at the realisation.
“Oh... uhmm” you squirmed but his hold tightened on your body, holding you up with his impressive strength, unmoving in the middle of your messy living room. But you were the only thing he was able to look at.
“You are so beautiful” he wasn’t exactly helping your blushing, but it was nice to be appreciated.
“We would make the most beautiful babies” he muttered and you burst out laughing at the out of pocket comment.
He chuckled at himself and let you down, but didn’t let go of his his hold on you.
“You gonna stand there and look stupid or are you going to kiss me?” you asked and he gasped softly in mock offence, but did lean down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.
You could by the way he kissed you that there was a deep hunger inside him, and you were equally hungry for him, so the kiss quickly deepened as you pawed at each other.
“Franco” you panted “The bedroom is that way”
You pointed to the hallway and he nodded, picking you up again and carrying you all the way to your bed.
He set you down, and kneeled on the floor between your legs.
“You remember our conversation from yesterday?”
You bit your lip “Yeah, why?”
He smiled evilly.
“Then you remember that you need to tell me another one of your kinks”
You groaned, blushing at the memory. Right.
“I uhh… I can't remember which ones you already know about…”
He smiled and climbed onto the bed, caging you in underneath him.
“Then tell me a few, and I'll tell you which ones I want to try”
He leaned down to kiss you softly before sitting up, legs either side of your hips so that you couldn't squirm away and escape.
Your blush was slowly deepening and Franco melted, seeing you so shy under him even though he knew you were filthy was really getting him going.
“What is it, querida? Cat got your tongue?”
He chuckled, trailing a hand up your body until it reached your neck, and he wrapped it around your throat.
Your breath hitched and he smirked.
“I seem to remember you liking this one. Tell me, what else is there?”
You gulped, and he felt it under his hand, which turned him on even more for some reason.
“Uhm… well I like it rough.”
He smiled and leaned down to peck your cheek.
“That's a start… anything more specific you want me to do to you?” he whispered in your ear and you shivered at his tone.
“I like… being tied up. Restrained.”
He hummed as he kissed down the skin of your neck. “Carry on”
“I uhh… like being spanked” you said breathlessly “and also…”
You turned your head to the side and he followed your gaze.
To the left of your bed was a massive mirror.
Your eyes met in the refection and he chuckled.
“Ah yes I remember…” he looked back at you and you looked up at him “and I remember something about… filming?”
You bit your lip and nodded.
“Tell me about that” he muttered breathlessly.
“Well, the idea that you'd find me appealing enough to want to record me- it turns me on. Like that you'd like it enough to want to be able to rewatch the moment whenever you want… I don't know it's silly I guess”
You hid behind your hands, which was not the right thing to do because Franco caught your wrists and pressed them into the bed above your head.
“You are beautiful enough to record, and I would be a lucky man to have proof of what I'm about to do to you.” He hovered menacingly, his irises black with desire “and if you feel the need to hide yourself, then I am definitely going to tie your arms behind your back.”
You gasped and he crawled off the bed. “Now strip”
You ended up naked, on his lap with his hands running up and down your body in an effort to drive you to the brink of madness.
And it was working.
He had indeed tied your hands behind your back, just for the fun of it, to give him a taste of what you would let him do to you in the future.
His eyes drifted to the mirror, which you had your back to, while he was facing it, and he groaned at the image.
“Mi vida” he pressed a kiss to your lips “Can I take a picture? You look so good on top of me like this”
You glanced back at the mirror and smiled.
“Of course”
He grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture before tossing it further up the bed, for later.
His clothed cock was starting to hurt, so he made quick work of his boxers and poisitioned his tip at your entrance.
“You ready?” he winked, and you nodded, sinking down on him, inch by glorious inch until you were fully seated on his lap.
You moaned low in your throat. He felt so good inside you, so perfect, you had to take a few seconds to recompose yourself.
He bounced you on his lap a few times and you whined loudly in response.
You let out little cut off ahh, aah, ahh's on every bounce and you could feel him deep inside you.
His hands were on your hips to steady you as he grinned like a devil, continuing his movements.
It was overwhelming, your legs were already jelly so you couldn't control the pace, you were just a dead weight for him to use as he pleased while he watched your tits bounce as he pounded into you from below.
You couldn't even use his chest to stabilise yourself given that your hands were tied, so you let him bounce you like a ragdoll, hoping that your loud cries wouldn't disturb the neighbours.
Eventually he stopped bouncing you and just rolled his hips lazily, making sure to hit all those spots inside you that would drive you wild.
Your legs trembled and you whimpered pathetically.
“Franco… please, I'm so close”
He cooed and bounced you a couple of times to tease you and you mewled at the stimulation.
“What do you need, baby?”
You looked down at him, grinding your hips in circles in search of friction.
“I need you to touch me, please I can't do it with my hands tied” you whined, frustration evident in your voice.
He chuckled meanly and rubbed his hands over your stomach, up to cup your tits and tease your nipples, with that devilish grin still on his face.
“Francoooo…” you whined and he laughed, the movement making you bounce slightly.
“What? You didn't tell me where to touch, you need to be more specific”
You eyes shot daggers at him and he just laughed at you, one of his hands going up to hold your neck firmly in his grasp, while his hips continued their maddening grind.
He squeezed, very briefly cutting off your air flow and you moaned.
“Tell me” he teased “Where do you want me to touch you?”
“My- my pussy, please Franco”
His hips bucked involuntarily at your whiny voice. He didn't know he'd be so turned on by you submitting so completely to him.
“I need to come, please touch me, please” you chanted like a prayer as you got closer to the edge, but you needed that little extra push that you couldn’t do yourself.
“Here?”
The hand that wasn't around your neck travelled south, and his thumb ghosted over your clit as you gasped “yes! Yes please, right there”
Tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks as you got more desperate, and you looked so pathetic he gave in to your pleading. He used his thumb to rub circles on that tight bundle of nerves, and bounced you gently on his cock at the same time.
You all but shrieked, as you curled over on yourself when your orgasm hit, it was so strong.
Your whole body was clenching and shuddering as the intense pleasure washed over you in waves.
Before you could slump over completely, Franco lifted you up and flipped you so that you could lie on the bed while you slowly regained the feeling in your limbs.
“Jesus Christ, Franco” you sounded winded and he chuckled.
“Oh I am not done with you yet”
Your head whipped up, and indeed he was still hard, admiring you from above while stroked himself lazily.
Your eyes widened and you realised the man in front of you was a tad more sadistic than you thought.
He helped you get off the bed and kneel on the floor, this time facing the mirror.
“Look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are” he muttered from behind you as he untied your hands.
“Now bend over darling, but keep your eyes focused on the mirror while I fuck you”
You whimpered, doing as you were told as you leaned on your elbows, arching your back so that you could look at what he was doing in the mirror.
Thank god for carpeted floors, because you were going to be quite bruised at the end of this.
He snatched his phone off the bed, opening the camera app and looked at you.
“I would be a fool not to film this, you are so pretty and exposed like this” he ran a finger up the inside of your thigh, gathering the evidence of your previous orgasm and bringing it to his lips.
He pushed his cock inside you in one swift move, making sure the camera picked up the way your cunt swallowed him in greedily.
Every thrust echoed in the room because of how wet your thighs were, and it was only getting worse because with this angle, he was hitting your g-spot dead on.
“Fuck!” you hissed, and Franco could tell you were having trouble keeping your head up, so his other hand came to tangle in your hair and pull it up himself.
That made your back arch even more and the angle hit deeper inside you.
He filmed the way your breaths were coming out fast and uneven as your lidded eyes stared at him through the reflection.
Franco could feel himself getting close, so he flipped the camera and leaned over you to prop his phone up against the mirror.
He wrapped his arms around you, one coming back up to hold you up by your neck, the other going down to circle your clit once again. In this position he could use the leverage to pound into you harder than ever, moans tumbling from you both freely.
It was almost animalistic, they way he rutted into you, and all you could do was take it.
Your eyes met in the mirror, and he leaned in to pant in your ear “Look at the camera when you come, baby. I want to see it”
He kissed your cheek sweetly and the contrast in behaviour sent you barreling into your second orgasm, gushing around him as he bullied his cock into you as hard as he dared, and with the noises you were making, you were definitely going to get a complaint from the neighbours.
It only took a few more thrusts for Franco to come inside you with a deep groan.
He held you like that, both of you panting and coming down from your orgasms as you waited for your breathing to even out.
“Please tell me you're done now” you panted.
He chuckled and kissed your cheek again.
“For tonight, yes”
You gave him an unimpressed look while he pulled out and reached for his phone to turn the video off.
“What? Did you not enjoy tonight?” he asked with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at him.
“I think the wet spot on the carpet speaks for itself”
He giggled, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you deeply.
“Well, we will be making more wet spots tomorrow” he said cockily.
You hummed and looked up at him mischievously, giving him a quick peck before making your way towards the bathroom for a well deserved shower.
His gaze followed your movements questioningly.
“I suppose we'll be seeing who exactly will be making the wet spots, you just wait!”
You called out the next words from the bathroom, and he froze, remembering what he'd admitted to the night before.
“Until I get the strap-on out!…”
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Movie Night
Summary: in which alien!reader asks Gojo to teach her a little something Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: smut, not proofread
Day 7
“What’s wrong, E?”
All fresh from a shower, you and Satoru are sitting in the sofa, watching a movie. He’s finally bought you your own clothes and you’re dressed in a warm jumper and cosy pants. Satoru won’t lie; he’s grieving the pleasure of seeing you drown in his clothes. But you were ecstatic at the sight of the space themed pjs and so he was left with nothing to do but he happy.
Wrapped under a thick blanket, you’re huddled by his side, clutching his shirt. As with every movie, every night, you ask questions, and he answers as best as he can. He’s insanely grateful that you can understand him when he explains things like what a car is (a moving vehicle) or who Gordon Ramsey is (a famous chef known for being very wrinkly and very angry). It seems that your biggest issue, however, is stringing a full sentence together.
You’ve been getting much better, accelerating at a rate no human could manage. It’s both impressive and terrifying.
Right now, you’re tilting your head at a particular scene. Satoru forgot the plot of the money and he really regrets not keeping an eye out for the age rating, because on the screen plays a steamy, kiss scene.
In fact, ‘kiss’ isn’t even the right word; they’re making out.
How you both managed to last a week of doing nothing but watch movies without coming across a kiss scene he’ll never know. But the moment’s finally arrived and he is not any more prepared than he was on the first night.
He winces at the sound lips smacking against each other, a blush on his cheeks. A kiss is nothing -- he’s done far more than that, and multiple times. But, for some reason, he’s feeling a little shy. It might have something to do with the fact that you’re staring up at him with your big, curious eyes.
“What they doing?” You ask.
Satoru gulps. He’s become painfully aware of how close you are — his arm is trapped between your breasts, just a thin layer separating him from your soft flesh, and, under the blanket, your leg is strung ever so slightly on his thigh. He can smell his shampoo emanating from you with something sweet coursing just under that masculine scent.
Chuckling uncomfortably, he explains, “They’re kissing.”
“Why?”
He has half a mind to turn the TV off and declare an earlier bedtime, but you look so innocent he feels bad that he was thinking of something indecent. He’s your friend. He can’t prey on you and take advantage of your reliance on him. Plus, how would a kiss between two people from different intergalactic species even work?
Would it be the same? Or does it lead to pregnancy straight away? What if you lay eggs in his mouth? What if he lays eggs in your mouth?
Composing himself, he searches for the right words. “It’s something people do to express their love for each other, I guess. Well, not all the time, actually. Sometimes it’s just for pleasure.”
“Pleasure?”
Why, oh, why did you have to focus on that one word?
And why on everything that is good in this world is this scene so long?
“It means to feel good.”
The hand clutching his shirt flattens out until it’s feeling the hard planes of his chest and absorbing the vibrations of his heartbeat. You drum your fingers at the same pace, smiling softly. The heat of your hand, of your entire body, is setting his skin alight. Suddenly, it’s too hot under the blanket, there isn’t enough room or air, and he needs to go but he can’t bear to.
Batting your lashes, you inquire, “How to make pleasure, Toru? How kiss feel good?”
Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, he corrects you, “It’s, ‘how does kissing make you feel good’, E. Try again for me?”
You taste the words, lips stretching to practice the movement before you parrot back perfectly, “Tell me how kissing makes you feel good, Toru.”
Oh, fuck.
Why did he make you repeat it in perfect Japanese? Why did he have to use this very moment as a learning opportunity?
Curse his perfect teaching instincts!
He’s about to shrug you off, using sleepiness as an excuse to retreat, but then you’re leaning even closer, licking your lips and eyeing his. Warmth is spreading through his body, circulating in one particular area and he’s hoping you don’t move your leg any higher otherwise this will turn into a completely different conversation and he’s not certain he could survive giving you an anatomy lesson without getting a nosebleed.
Licking his own lips, he grazes your cheek with his fingers. The skin he touches glows the very faintest hint of blue. He’s reeling. Up till now, he thought that your skin glows when you’re sleeping, but apparently you also glow when you’re being touched. But this isn’t the first time he’s touched you.
Was it because before he was trying very, very hard not to stare?
He doesn’t know, and regardless, he can’t stop touching you. Satoru presses on your adorable cheeks to watch it light up, the way his is flushing red. Whispering, he asserts, “I can’t tell you how kissing feels, E.”
Your hand presses harder against his chest, fingers splaying across the expanse. Subconsciously, he juts it out just a little. And with the most seductive voice, you demand, “Show me then, Toru. Make me feel good?”
Oh, and when you ask like that, how could anyone ever resist you?
There’s a tantalising closeness between you, just a hairsbreadth away from touching. When he finally closes that minuscule gap, a purr like thrum echoes through you. He kisses you, sweet and gentle, simply pressing his lips against yours. There’s nothing human about this, not with the invigorating taste of you, the scalding feel of your skin, and impossible softness of your body on his.
“This is a kiss?” You mumble.
Chuckling, he says, “No, E. This is.”
With one hand holding the back of your neck, he sucks your bottom lip, unable to help himself from deepening the kiss. You gasp into his mouth, and he dives his tongue in, meeting yours. He knows he should slow down, should let you adjust to a friendly peck before he takes more than you can give, but you taste so good and it’s like he’s drunk.
There’s a force, a gravitation pull drawing him in. He can’t resist it, can’t fight it, he isn’t even trying.
You pull back in shock.
Satoru chases after you, dragging you back in. He kisses you again. Groaning into your mouth, he slides a hand down to your leg, rising up your thigh. You jolt, a shiver running through your body. That electrifying purring hums in the air again and he’s smiling, hand rising and rising until he’s curving against your ass and carrying you over his thighs.
“This feels... I feel...,” you whimper, at a loss for words.
Squeezing your thighs, he coos, “It’s alright, sweet thing. I’ve got you. You wanted to learn pleasure, right? Who better to teach you than Toru, hmm?”
You shiver again when he whispers that against your neck, nose skimming your jaw and lips curling. He’s inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering close at the weight of your body pressing down on him and your addictive scent.
He can’t tell if this is all you or if it’s an alien thing, but he doesn’t care. Not in this moment, not when your hips are churning as he sucks at your neck, laying burning kisses against your skin, and watching the blue light dance under your skin.
“Oh, E,” he sighs. “Are you grinding on me, baby? You want more than just a kiss, is that it? My greedy, greedygirl.”
When your clothed core rubs just right against his throbbing length, you throw your head back, that purring noise a hiss and it vibrates against his cheek as he listens to your rapid heartbeat. He can feel how wet you are; you’re soaking through your panties and pyjama bottoms.
Satoru’s growing dizzy.
One hand guides your hips to gyrate on him whilst the other clutches your throat to pull your lips back to his. Satoru knows he should stop now that he’s already taught you what you asked for, but he can’t. He just can’t. The thrill of going further, of testing your, and his, limits is too much for one man to resist. Even if that man is the strongest sorcerer in the world, even if not a whole gaggle of curses could pose a threat to him.
“Toru!”
He thrusts upwards the same time he tugs you down and the elongated moan that leaves you, hips stuttering and hands frantically searching for purchase on his broad shoulders, leaves him feeling lightheaded. “That’s it, E. Take what you need.”
Your eyes are flashing blue, a darker hue than his own, and he’s amazed. Everything about you is incredible, like you were created to be his temptation, to be his undoing. Whether aliens have souls or not, he doesn’t know, but he does know that if you did, his and yours would be the same, all blue and perfect.
Laughing, he leans back, hands simply resting on your thighs as you ride out your orgasm, shocked eyes pleading for explanation, for reason but finding none in his. That purring gets louder and louder, the vibrations stronger now and they’re flowing straight from your soaked pussy and right onto his cock.
“Oh shit!” Satoru groans, nails digging suddenly. Within seconds, he’s cumming in his boxers, hot cream flooding his underwear from inside at the same time your wetness seeps through on top. “Jesus, E! That’s fucking intense, what the hell.”
He’s panting, eyes shut tightly as he keeps grinding your hips on his cock.
You slump onto him just as he falls back. You’re completely depleted of energy, and he knows exactly what you’re feeling. Rubbing your back, he presses a kiss to your hair, muttering ‘well done’ and ‘good job’.
“How was that for pleasure?”
Smacking his chest, you mumble a complaint. “Toru mean.”
He laughs agains.
“Sorry, E. You were just too cute.”
You raise your head, eyes bleary and fluttering shut. You meet his gaze, shaky fingers reaching for his lips and tracing them, all sore and pink, like you’re amazed at him the way he is at you. “Thank you. Kissing is nice.”
“We did a little more than just kissing, E. But sure, you’re welcome,” he chuckles.
Eventually, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms right there on the sofa, ‘Are You Still Watching’ filling the TV screen and not the movie he can’t even remember the name of, drying cum posing a problem he’ll have to deal with in the morning.
He dreams of sapphire streaks in the air, of giant balls of fire, and an angel descending with its arms outstretched. And he hopes he never wakes up.
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“teacher’s pet”pt.2 (mdni 18+)
teacher!in-ho x you
getting involved with his student was risky, but how far was he willing to take it until he would be confronted?
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“you know, something’s up with you and mr in-ho… you’re like way friendlier than most students and teachers are.” you friend commented as you were walking out the school gate.
“what? no!” you glared at her, looking away.
to be fair, it was pretty obvious. you just didn’t want it to end, it felt good having a handsome man like mr in-house wrapped around your finger. but you didn’t know who you were trying to protect more, him or you.
the next day when you stepped into class, you gave him yet another wave, causing him to do the same.
if mr in-ho wasn’t so good-looking, you would say his lessons were mundane. but luckily for you, your interest had peaked miraculously ever since you started attending his class.
when the bell rang, you packed your bags, ready to leave. but just as you brushed past his table, you felt his hand grab onto yours.
“stay back.” he whispered, making you look back at your friends that had left.
“why? did i do something wrong?” you asked as he slowly but hesitantly released your hand.
“no, not at all… i just thought we could spend some time together.” he shrugged, seemingly with pure intentions.
but you saw right through.
bullshit.
“it is your lunch now right?” he asked.
he swiftly half sat on his desk, signalling for you to take his teacher’s seat instead.
“yea, it is. did you stalk my timetable?” you teased causing him to let out a chuckle.
“just happened to see it.”
“okay then. so, how are you liking this school?”
“oh, i’ve taught in this school before. i just haven’t been back into the teaching scheme in awhile.”
“oh, i didn’t know that.” you replied, hands rested on your hands as you stared at him, intrigued. “so i’m guessing you liked teaching him, or you would’ve found another school.”
“of course. there’s something in the air of this school, makes me keep wanting coming back.”
“maybe it’s the student… maybe a student.” you wiggled your eyebrows as you joked, testing waters.
“possibly.” he shook his head in disbelief.
“i’m assuming you don’t have a wife?” you questioned.
“well… i did, but she isn’t with us anymore.” he said, his tone changing, sounding much softer, much more vulnerable.
“oh…i’m sorry, i don’t mean to pry. i’m sure she must have been very beautiful… inside and out.” you offered him a smile as you placed your hand over him comfortingly.
in-house looked down to where your hands were meeting, breath suddenly caught in his throat.
“thank you.” he cleared his throat before gently pulling away. “so, are you doing anythung after school?”
“no, not really. alot of assignments are piling up, i should go home straight away.” you told him as he nodded sympathetically.
“so you’re a hard-working girl, huh?”
“of course, have you not seen me in your class?” you laughed.
“i have… alot.” the last word said almost in a whiser, barely able to hear if you weren’t fully paying attention to him.
you could feel a string of tension in the air, you breath quickened as he started to move away.
“i should go, should probably eat before my next class.” you made up an excuse, grabbing your stuff and dashing for the door.
before in-house could stop you, you were gone.
shit, did he take it too far?
for the rest of the periods, you couldn’t focus. it was so wrong. so, so wrong.
this was the moment you realised how bad you had it too. in-ho, the man you knew for barely a month had already had you in a chokehold.
when classes ended, you were going to head home. but then came a slight misfortune, it was pouring.
you stood at the gate with a huff as the rain grew heavier by the second. all your friends had took off, heading to a nearby diner together, leaving you behind.
fuck it, you thought. you walked in the pouring rain, feet dragging as you let out curses under your breath.
just then, there was a honk.
as you shielded your eyes from the rain you saw who it was, mr in-ho.
“what are you doing?!” he asked as he pulled up beside you, “get in before you get sick!”
with no other choice, you pulled open the car door, hopping into the passenger seat as you felt his eyes tearing into you.
“thank you.” you breathed out as you looked at yourself, you were soaked. “i’m sorry about the car seat, this looks like a really expensive car.”
“don’t worry about it… are you okay? is it still cold? i can turn off the air conditioning.” he replied, his eyes full of worry.
“no, i’m okay. thank you.”
“do you have an address where i can drop you off?”
in-ho gave you his phone, letting you put your address into his gps before he drove off.
at first, the car ride was silent. it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was a comfortable one. one where you could hear the humming of the engine and the water splashing onto the windshield.
“why did you take off just now?” in-ho suddenly asked, turning to you for a split second.
“i-i just… you- i don’t-”
“it’s okay, you don’t have to answer.”
“no. it’s just that i don’t want to misinterpret anything and end up regretting it for the rest of my life.” you vomitted out.
he stayed silent.
“and what would that be?” he asked after a bried moment of silence.
“that you were into me…” you said softly, “…like how i am to you.”
he only hummed in agreement.
shit, was this it? did you mess up?
before you could somehow salvage the situation, the car came to a stop.
“we’re here.”
“i’m sorry, i knew i shouldn’t have said that. i-i was just misinterpreting the whole thing a-an-”
but you were cut off with in-ho’s soft hands cupping your face, barely giving you any time before his lips met with yours.
you let out a muffled gasp before you melted into him.
at that moment, he was all you knew.
in-ho, in-ho, in-ho.
when he pulled away, you involuntarily let out a whine, causing him to smile.
“it’s our secret.” he said as you nodded frantically. “you know what? since you’re my favourite student, i’ll give you my number…”
he then took out a piece of paper, scribbling his number on it and placed it in the palm of your hand.
“don’t lose it.” he instructed as you were still caught up in what exactly just happened.
with that, you exited his car, giving him a small wave as per usual. he made sure that you got into your apartment before he took off, a stupid smile never leaving his face.
that night, you were on your bed, tossing in turning. you couldn’t sleep.
‘maybe this was the time to put his number to good use.’ you thought.
you crawled over to your nightstand, taking you phone as you typed in his number.
‘hey! i hope this is the right number.’ you texted.
within a minute, your phone had buzzed.
‘Y/n?’
‘yea. sorry i don’t mean to bother you.’
‘It’s alright, i was just grading papers. It’s late, why aren’t you asleep?’
‘couldn’t. but if you’re busy we can talk when you’re free. :) ’
‘Nonsense. Papers can wait. Did you catch a cold?’
‘no, i’m okay. thanks for the ride though!’
‘Anytime, Y/n. You have my number, call me if you ever need a ride home. :)’
you were kicking your feet like a pre-tesn texting their first crush.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow in class okay? Get some sleep, need you to be awake for my class.’
you giggled.
‘okay. goodnight mr in-ho!’
‘Goodnight, Sweetheart. Sweet dreams.’
yup. you were fucked.
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( bungee jumping of their own - 2001 )
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PAC: Whispers from your future spouse’s soul: a message your heart needs to hear
Sometimes we miss someone we've never met
1->2
3->4
Group 1:
My love, I know how hard it’s been for you to keep standing tall when the world feels like it’s crumbling around you. You’ve carried so much responsibility, always striving to maintain control and stability even when chaos surrounds you. I see your strength, and I admire it more than you could ever know. But I want you to know it’s okay to let your guard down with me. You don’t have to be the one holding everything together all the time. I’ll be your steady foundation when the storms come.
You’ve been going through transformations that feel heavy, almost unbearable, but trust me when I say you’re shedding the old to make room for the new. I want you to look at these changes not as endings, but as doors opening to a brighter, more secure future for us. There’s a seed of something beautiful sprouting in the cracks of your old life—trust it. I’ll be here to nurture it with you.
I know there have been moments where you’ve felt like giving up, where your efforts seemed wasted. But don’t let those doubts consume you, my love. All the work you’ve put in, all the pain you’ve endured, it’s leading you somewhere incredible. I see you as a creator, even in moments when you feel lost. Together, we’ll turn those fragments of hope into something solid.
There’s something you’ve been avoiding, a decision or a truth you don’t want to face. I see you hesitate, afraid of what might happen if you choose. But I want you to know that you are stronger than the fear that holds you back. Whatever you decide, I’ll be beside you, ready to catch you if you fall. You don’t have to figure it all out alone.
When your world feels like it’s falling apart, remember this: sometimes destruction is necessary for rebirth. You are rising from the ashes of what once was, becoming the person you’re meant to be. And when you look around and feel lost, know that I’m here, already searching for you, ready to hold you when we finally meet.
Group 2:
My dearest, I feel your frustration and your impatience. You’re caught in a cycle that feels endless, like no matter what you do, things just won’t fall into place. But please, don’t lose hope. You’re not stuck—you’re learning. Every step, even the ones that feel like missteps, is shaping you into the person you’re meant to be. And I want you to know that I’m so proud of how hard you’re trying, even when you can’t see the results.
There’s chaos around you, and I know it feels overwhelming. It’s like you’re juggling too much at once, trying to keep everything balanced, but it’s okay to let some things go. You don’t have to do it all alone. I’m coming, and when I do, I’ll help you carry the weight. Until then, please don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re doing better than you think.
I sense that you’ve been questioning yourself, your intuition, your path. You’ve doubted your own wisdom, wondering if you’re making the right choices. But trust me when I say that deep down, you already know what’s best for you. You don’t have to second-guess yourself so much. You’re more capable than you realize.
The wheel may look like it's not turning in your favor right now, but this isn’t the end. Life isn’t a straight path; it’s full of twists and turns, and sometimes we have to lose our way to find it again. I believe in you, in your strength to keep going even when the road is unclear. And when we finally meet, I’ll remind you every day of how far you’ve come.
You’re a fighter, my love, even when you feel like you’re losing the battle. Your resilience is one of the many reasons I’m drawn to you. Hold on to that fire inside you, and don’t let the world dim it. I’m here, waiting for the day I get to tell you all this in person, and I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.
(IM SO HAPPY THIS ONE CAME OUT FOR YOU it's one of my fav songs 🤧)
Group 3:
My love, you’ve been feeling like your efforts aren’t paying off, like no matter how hard you try, it’s never enough. But I see your heart, your determination, and I want you to know that it’s not in vain. Every step you take is bringing us closer together, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now. Trust the process, because I already see the beautiful life we’re going to build together.
I know you’ve been hurt before, and it’s made you cautious, maybe even a little guarded. But you’re learning to trust again, to let go of the fears that once held you back. I see you opening up, little by little, and it’s one of the most beautiful things about you. When we meet, I’ll make sure you never have to question my loyalty or my love.
You’ve been moving so quickly, chasing your dreams, your goals, and sometimes forgetting to take a moment to breathe. I admire your drive, but I want you to remember that it’s okay to slow down. Life isn’t a race, and we have all the time in the world to create something amazing together.
You’re surrounded by love, even if it doesn’t always feel that way. Your friends, your family, they see the light in you that I see. Celebrate those connections, because they’re a reflection of the joy you bring to the world. And when I finally step into your life, I know we’ll create a bond just as unbreakable.
You’re on the brink of something incredible, my love. A new chapter is waiting for you, full of opportunities and second chances. Trust yourself, and trust that the universe is guiding us to each other. I can’t wait to meet you and tell you all the things I’ve been holding in my heart.
Group 4:
My dearest, I know how much you’ve been searching for answers, for guidance, for something to hold onto. You’ve been so strong, navigating the challenges life has thrown at you, but I see the exhaustion in your soul. You don’t have to do it all alone anymore. I’ll be here to support you, to guide you, and to remind you of the beauty in your strength.
You’ve been feeling stuck, like no matter what you do, you can’t move forward. But I want you to know that this is just a pause, not an end. Sometimes we need to step back to see the bigger picture, to understand what truly matters. Take this time to rest, to heal, and to prepare for the incredible journey ahead.
You’ve faced heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment, but you’ve never let it define you. That resilience, that ability to keep going even when it hurts, is one of the things I love most about you. I promise to honor that strength, to never be the source of your pain, but the one who helps you heal.
There’s a part of you that’s afraid to let go of the past, to move on from what’s familiar, even if it no longer serves you. But I see your potential, your ability to rise above it all. Trust me when I say that the future holds so much more for you than you could ever imagine.
When we finally meet, I’ll show you what it means to be truly loved, to feel safe and cherished. I’ll be your partner in every sense of the word, and together, we’ll create a life filled with love, passion, and endless possibilities. Until then, know that I’m already loving you from afar, cheering you on as you take each step closer to me.
xoxo🌙
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Sylus - Seeing you as a Bride
C.w: Fluff, honey-dripping fluff. Luke and Kieran being Luke and Kieran. Sylus being a loverboy like he is. Reader is refered to as she/her. It's not a wedding. A.N: This took so long to write but i'm very satisfied with the plot, although I wish I could have written it better. I hope you enjoy. Truly! Word count: 4k. Dividers by @cafekitsune
“White..?” Sylus cocks a brow, chuckling a little. “Why white, sweetie?” He asks while holding your arm on his, walking on the well illuminated streets of Linkon, as you watch your own feet on the still wet sidewalk. “Because it brings good luck! And peace!” You smile at him. “I always wore white for New Year’s Eve.”
“And did it once bring you good luck? Peace?” He looks at the trees, still a little reluctant on walking you home; but since you asked him so nicely using your dangerous puppy eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to say no. He wished you’d sleep at his place, but he wasn’t going to force you. Never. “Good luck..” You look at him, mumbling more to yourself than to answer him. Your eyes wander to his defined jaw, his hair that is so soft to your touch, and his flushed cheeks that he never hesitated leaning on your hands when you caressed him with your whole heart. He looks back at you, sensing your gaze burning on the side of his face, and he’s surprised by how much love he sees in your eyes. You’re adoring him right now, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So he just. Readjusts your scarf; in a way to redirect his gaze away from your sweet face. “I could say that..” you continue, nuzzling your nose on his shoulder as you smile, feeling contentment on your chest sprawling to your whole body.
He scoffs playfully, pretending to not feel so bubbly because of so little, but you catch his little smirk. He couldn’t help it. You melt him completely with a bat of your eyelashes. He just looks away a little, as he would be embarrassed if you caught him blushing like a little girl.
“Sy?” He looks at you, coming back to earth after quickly wondering if his heart had ever felt this way before. “Yes?” you gaze at his softened eyes.
“You didn’t answer me… About wearing white..” Now you use your other hand to tightly hug his arm.
“Of course. Guess I’ll change into something lighter for once.” He glances at your both hands on his bicep. “Is it easier for you to spot me if I'm wearing white, kitten?” “Spot you?” you look up at him.
“The N109-Zone is dark. And since you’re holding onto me with such claws, I figured you are just afraid of losing me out of sight.” “Ah, shut up a little. You’re too full of yourself.” “I’m not the one clinging to you like you’ll run away if I don't.” He chuckles amusingly. Sylus will never admit he loves when you mindlessly pull him closer - and since you both got into a more stable kind of relationship, it has been happening more frequently. You get your arms out of his, distancing yourself and walking by his side with a weird distance between you two.
“It 's okay! Won’t do it anymore then!” You pout a little, playing angry. “Oh no!” He coos. “No one to hold me back. Guess I will run away then…” And as soon as you roll your eyes at his terrible acting skills, his entire figure disappears in a red mist, swirling in the air before dissolving into the cold night’s breeze.
You stop in your tracks, eyes widened and suddenly aware that you’re alone, at night, still considerably far away from home. You get a hold onto your scarf, discreetly looking to the sides so as to not boost his ego too much - you knew he was still around somewhere, he'd never leave you unnatended - but the feeling of being watched on a completely silent street got your heart beating faster.
“Sy..?” your voice coming out as a whisper; and you feel energy shifting behind your back. You turn abruptly, and there he is, with that smug look upon his annoying face, offering his arm for you to hold onto again.
“What happened, little dove?” he holds back a laugh as you hook your arm on his once more. “I hate you.” “You love me, sweetheart.” he takes the side of your face on his other hand, bringing you closer before landing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.
“She has boss wrapped around her finger...” Luke quietly chuckles, elbowing Kieran - equally excited - as they both watch Sylus talking on his phone, ordering white uniforms for the twins. There’s a glare on his eyes, and both twins instantly shut up.
“No need for the white version of the masks. They won’t wear any.” Sylus turns his back to the twins, putting them in their place. “But boss! We can’t be seen-” Kieran interrupts, stepping forward “She’ll see us- and she’ll know that-” Sylus suddenly shows his phone, a black screen. He turned off the call before teasing them. “Haaaaaa!” Luke sighs, and then laughs as if he wasn’t desperate a second earlier. “You got us.” Kieran chuckles, pretending to faint on his brother’s shoulder. Sylus faintly smirks at the scene, putting the phone away as he strides towards the hallway, now focused on what he should wear for you. White, as you asked.
Alone at the big office, the twins stare at each other. “But why white?” “I don’t know.” Luke looks at the mansion’s entrance through the window. “Maybe there’s a reason, or maybe she just really likes that color.” “She wouldn’t make us wear it too if she just really liked the color. Do you think they’re planning something?” Kieran thinks fast, as expected of Onichynus' leader's henchmen.
“Planning something? Like what? A wedding?” Luke starts to laugh, but stops as he looks at Kieran, who stopped too. “A wedding?” Kieran repeats. “Didn’t they.. just recently admitted they were into each other?” Luke stares at his twin, confused.
“Yeah. And boss wouldn’t propose like that. No.” Kieran states. “Yeah, no, he wouldn’t. I bet he’d go all out too.” They start giggling like teenage girls, teasing each other about it for a good minute.
“But she’ll wear white then. Right?” Kieran smirks mischievously. “U-huh.” Luke smirks too, sensing what his twin is thinking about.
“Let’s. Do a little surprise. If she wears a dress. We could play a wedding march as she comes in.” Luke suggests. “We could even get him to stand at the end of the hallway.” “Who would play the wedding march, dumbass?” Kieran slaps Luke in the shoulder. “He is the one who knows how to play it!”
“What is your suggestion then?! A bouquet? He already gets her flowers all the time!” Luke silently screams at his twin. Kieran gets silent for some time, deep in thought. “Oh. Oh! Oooh! I know what! Oh, I know just what to do!” Kieran gets up, pacing around the room excitedly. “Come with me. We need to buy something. Fast.”
You have the passcode. You also have your eyes, which if scanned, can open the door to his base. But you feel a little bit nervous for some reason, your heart almost getting out of your chest. It’s the first time you dressed up a little bit more to see Sylus - and you had your motives. It’s New Year’s Eve after all and you want to start it right, looking and feeling pretty. But at the same time, you’re nervous - you are not the type of girl to wear a dress often, and you’re having that kind of imposter feeling of not being a real dress-wearer, just faking it. You chuckle at your own thoughts, standing still and feeling a little embarrassed with yourself, as you just need to open the door and get in as you already did so many times before. But now it’s different. Sylus knows you like him and… He’ll see you dolled up.. and know it’s for him. And he’ll get so cocky about it too… God, just open the door. You hear a click, getting startled but playing it cool.
“You should have just-” Luke grins widely, you just know by the tone of his voice. His mask looks down at your outfit choice. “Opened the door.” Kieran appears from behind him. “Looking cute, Miss Hunter.” You look delicate, like you rarely do, in their eyes. He gestures for you to enter. “Thank you! You guys are looking great! I didn’t think you’d be wearing white too!” You get inside, looking at them from head to toe. Their uniforms are now white, still having red streaks and details occasionally. “It strangely suits you!” “Yeah, boss made us-” Kieran stomps at his feet “ We didn’t want to be left out.”
You let out a loud laugh. “He always finds a way, doesn’t he?” You start walking through the long and decorated hallway, admiring the fairy lights adorning the otherwise cold mansion. The twins follow you shortly after. “He does.” Kieran looks at Luke quickly. You don’t catch it. “Miss, there’s something else for you upstairs. We got you a gift because..” Luke chimes in. “ You are now getting closer to us and you’re always down for pranking boss and you’re even spending the nights with-” Kieran interrupts Luke. “What matters is that.. we thought it’d be nice to demonstrate that you’re always welcome.” They both sigh in unison, raising your suspicions. “Where’s Sylus?” You ask, stopping at the foot of the stairs and looking around with a polite smile on your face.
“He’s going to be there too.” Kieran starts going up, nodding with his head upwards for you to follow him. And you do, realizing they are unbelievably quiet. Entering the bedroom you usually stay when you’re spending the night with them, you notice some small changes. There’s even more fairy lights, the only source responsible for lighting up the whole room; On your bedside table, there’s a small and black velvet box, still closed. The curtains that are usually closed, are now open, inviting you to feel the chill night’s air on your skin. There’s a record player sitting on your dressing table, with a record already on it, playing a soft piano song in a low volume. Luke is in front of you, facing the window, and Kieran is closing the door behind him. “Wow. Why all that?” You get unexpectedly surprised at the twins’ ‘thoughtfulness’, smiling.
“All that? You didn’t see anything yet!” Luke turns around to look at you. “Give me your phone, please. For the full experience.” He extends a hand to you. “My phone..?” you look at him, already catching onto something. “Why?” You’re already used to their little jokes, so you learned to not simply trust them everytime. “You look good in a white dress, miss!” Kieran steps in, rescuing his brother with a change of plans. They wanted your phone so they could text Sylus to meet you here, but you were already too aware of their movements. “You know what’s missing?” Kieran steps closer to you as you turn around to face him.
As soon as you do, you feel a pair of hands on your head, hearing a click. There’s a light weight on your hair now, and as you spin to stare at Luke, you see it. He put a veil on you. “Luke!” you step forward to slap his chest - “What the hell!” You start feeling your neck and chest burning up, the light graze of the long veil brushing against the side of your arms, engulfing you more and more as you move. You try to look behind your back to see its full length, but end up just twirling around. You realize how well it goes with your dress, your breath quickening. “Aw, you even like it!” Kieran teases as he holds his own cell phone behind his back, calling Sylus. Both the twins chuckle amusingly at the faint pink hue on your cheeks. “I bet Boss will love seeing you like that.” Your eyes widen. “Don’t you fucking dare!” You glare at Kieran now, as you try to take the veil off with your hands, but you don’t quite understand what kind of attachment it has.
You breathe deeply, closing your eyes to focus on the texture of it in your hands, figuring it out. It doesn’t seem to be a clip-on veil, like you expected. It’s not a headband type either. Fuck, where did they-
“Look, there’s more!” Luke drags a part of your veil to the front, revealing that it is in fact, a blusher veil. You freeze for a second, before feeling your cheeks burn and your throat go dry. You’re feeling like a bullied kid in kindergarten.
You would take it off your face if not for the fact you were with both your hands occupied, almost figuring out how to take it off. You then catch Kieran nodding towards Luke, and Luke takes something from your bedside table. You realize there’s more to their little act and as you wonder what it could be, it dawns on you. Sylus. No way.
You let go of the veil to grab one of them, but it’s too late.
The door opens, and there he is. As soon as he gets in, he stops in his tracks, letting the twins rush towards the hallway, almost running. He immediately understands what happened - he knows how the twins are - but. He can’t move fast enough, seeing you like this. He swallows.
His eyes run over your off-white sheath dress, one that’s tight on your upper body but flows freely from your waist down. It has off-the-shoulder sleeves that bring a subtle femininity and cuteness to it. You look adorably vulnerable with the surprised look on your face, making his heart flutter. The veil frames your naked shoulders like a painting, and your hair, styled in soft waves, cascades in front of your chest. He stands still, staring. You’re immediately overwhelmed by his reaction, watching him analyze each one of your features. His gaze wanders all over you, making your skin hot and breathing stall. Your hands are glued to your sides, into little fists. His expression slowly melts from surprise to adoration as he tries to regain a certain composure to face you. He inhales quickly, ready to sigh. He notices you’re almost crying from embarrassment and he doesn’t want to make it worse for you. What he fails to realize is that he is also wearing white. You’re also seeing him… as a groom. The only sound that can be heard is the soft music playing. You decide to say something.
“Sy..” your voice ends up sounding a bit more hurt than you intended, and you look away from him - guiding your hands to your head again, finally taking the veil off, sliding smoothly against your hair. His eyes widened in protest. “I’m so-” “Don’t.” He exhales heavily, stepping closer cautiously. “I didn’t memorize you well enough.” He looks at you with contracted brows. He closes the distance between you both, softly cupping your cheek and making you look at him. “Please, sweetie.” His other hand holds your arm, his thumb caressing you in an attempt to comfort you as he almost pleads with his eyes. “There’s only me here.” You’re still holding the veil to your side, feeling a lump in your throat. It’s all too much - Sylus in white, the veil, the music playing as he looks at you like this. You feel like you could implode, your hands trembling softly while your heart beats as fast as lightning.
“That 's.. I know it’s only you, that’s the problem…” You mumble.
“If I can’t see you like this now, what can I do to earn that right, my love?” Love. He never called you that before.
He softly glides his hand from your upper arm to your elbow, searching for your gaze. Slowly descending, he takes the veil from your hand. You look at it, the thin material looking so fragile in his big hands.
“It’s not that you can’t..-”
“So can I?” He asks, now using both his hands to hold the white fabric. He asks, for the first time feeling unsure of your answer. He doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed anymore but - he needs to see it again. He needs to commit you to memory and you took that away from him, not letting him bask in your appearance for long enough.
“May I?” He brings the veil closer to the crown of your head, looking at the comb-like attachment, full of improvised clip-ins. The twins really did predict you’d try to take it off. He waits for an answer before continuing, the veil hovering over your head.
You gaze at his feet, his white trousers, his white button-up shirt, rolled up to his elbows. He’s wearing the watch you told him you loved. You finally reach his eyes, and you could never say no to the way they were almost-imperceptibly watering. You breathe in. “You may.”
He smiles, a faint and singular dimple softly showing. You feel your knees getting weak at the sight. Since when did he-! You never even noticed he had one..! Or maybe he never smiled so widely for you to notice it. He places the veil on your hair, attaching it normally - not using the thousands of mechanisms the twins somehow installed on it to gain time. His hands work gently against your hair, making you get goosebumps. He notices, but chooses to not say a thing about it. He plants a kiss to your forehead, before slowly bringing the blusher veil to your face. He steps back just a little, to look at you fully. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers. “So beautiful.”
The veil on your face makes you feel brave enough to fully look at his eyes again. Through the white haze, you watch as he takes a hand to cover his mouth, quickly disguising it as if he’s adjusting the collar of his shirt. “Thank you, Sy..” you mutter. And your sweet voice is his last straw. With a step closer, he suddenly engulfs you in a hug, that slowly gets tighter. Your hands rest against his chest, taken by surprise at his abrupt movement. You feel his heartbeat, fast and thundering against your hand. He doesn’t let you go until you breathe in… and out. Relaxing with a stuttered sigh; a breath you didn’t know you were holding in - but he noticed. Now you were safe, in his arms. Like you were always meant to be.
You feel his right hand on your left shoulder create some distance, and with a movement of his fingers, the music gets just a little bit louder. He used his evol. He starts swaying side to side with you, his chin resting on your head.
“Sweetie.” His deep voice was laced with vulnerability. “It seems you were right.” He closes his eyes. Swaying... Left.. Right.. Left.. Right.. Slow..
“About what..?” You look up at him, freeing yourself just a little bit from his embrace. “Wearing white brought me luck.”
You chuckle softly at his sweet words, but there’s raw sincerity in them, and hearing you laugh makes his heart twist. He loves you so much. Left.. Right.. Swaying.. Left.. Right..
Every fiber of his being would be incomplete without you, and he wants you to be sure of that. Of the lengths he’d go to see you happy, safe, fulfilled. He wishes he could be everything you need - the air you breathe. Since he can’t, he decides to take it away - if only for a fleeting moment. He stops swaying - and your heart skips a beat. You tilt your head to face him.
In a controlled but quick motion, he takes the veil back, uncovering you. Holding your face with both his hands, he breathes in, getting more desperate as the seconds go by, looking at your dilated pupils as if asking for permission. You nod. And his lips land on yours, a low hum on his throat as he tilts his head to kiss you. It starts gentle, his lips slightly sucking on yours as his fingers dive on your hair. You pull him closer by the waist, reciprocating as your back arches to taste him better. He starts licking your lips, wanting more of your taste. You let him in, a soft sigh being swallowed by him. Your hands gently squeeze his waist as you get breathless, and he pulls away - only to leave a handful of slow and intimate pecks against your cheek, the corner of your lips, your nose, your other cheek. His breathing is messy, but so is yours. He gazes at you for a moment, silently admiring your flushed state.
“There is no greater luck than having you.” He speaks quietly as he takes you in his embrace again. He doesn’t want to let you go so soon. Over your shoulder, he remembers Luke gave something to him on his way out. Discreetly, he reaches for his pocket, without raising your attention. He feels a black velvet box, and he opens it behind your back. There’s the ring he bought some time ago, for you. He chuckles. You raise your head at him, asking what happened. He uses his other hand to lay your head against his chest, saying it’s nothing. “Let me have you like this for a moment, sweetie.” A ring. The twins are unbelievable. You deserve more, so much more than this as your proposal. He expected them to know that by now. But you can’t find out, so he places it back in his pocket before hugging you again. Nuzzling against your neck, he tries to make you laugh - he knows how ticklish you are. His hands find their way to your ribs, softly tickling you. As you start giggling and pushing him away, he feels like he has his whole world right in front of him. But suddenly- A flashing light. You both startle, looking out the open window immediately. Luke has a camera on his hands, outside the railing of a balcony that faces your window, supporting his weight with one foot. And of course Kieran is the one holding him up by the waist, so his brother can take a picture of you two. “Aww man!! I didn’t think you’d notice!” Luke screams, disappointed.
You feel heat creeping up your neck again. They’re beyond belief.
“I told you to not turn on the flash!!” Kieran scolds him.
“But it turned out so cute, look!” Luke shows something to Kieran.
“Oh.” Kieran stops for a second. “Hell yeah you’re totally right.” They both laugh.
Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose, and as the scene unfolds your embarrassment gives way to laughter. You try not to care so much about them - you’re getting used to it. “Let’s go already, Sy.” You fully get out of his embrace, still laughing.
He can’t help but laugh a little too, as Luke almost falls off the balcony after Kieran gets distracted. “Yes. After you, sweetheart.” He signals for you to go first, opening the door. And as he closes it behind him, his other hand caresses the little velvet box.
Soon. Just a little more.
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cooler, sweeter, hotter.
➸ pairing: nam-gyu x fem!reader ➸ word count: 2.6k ➸ tags: nsfw, smut, semi-public, dirty talk, rough, no protection, nam-gyu and reader are switches. ➸ notes: requests are temporarily open for squid game content! writing for nam-gyu, thanos and dae-ho! i have a few in my ask box that i'll get to soon :)
You sat on your bunk, your eyes settled ahead at nothing in particular, as everyone around you began splitting off into teams after the conclusion of the recent vote. As someone with enough debt to make your parents disown you, you wore the blue circle on your jacket, though not so proudly.
You were selfish; you always had been.
That’s why you were sitting on your bunk and staring blankly as the time ticked away. Uncaring that just beyond the open floor of the dormitory sat dozens of players who missed their beds, homes and families—stuck there because of everyone who voted to stay.
You let out a sigh, hands moving between your crossed legs as the coursing sensation of desire washed through you. It was only human to feel such things, wasn’t it? It had been nearly three days since you were stuck in this hellhole and weeks since you’d felt the touch of another that was more than just someone gripping you for dear life.
You had a fool-proof plan, having watched the patterns of most players and noted when the bathroom would be at its quietest before it emptied for the night—an escape to break off from the dorm and hide away in a stall until you found release.
However, the sound of your name being whispered stirred you from your thoughts, blinking a few times as your gaze snapped to your left and landed on player 124. His name was on the tip of your tongue as your eyes connected with his, watching the way he crossed his arms on the side of your bed as he sat on the stairs next to it.
“Nam-su,” you muttered, cocking an eyebrow at him.
“Nam-gyu,” he corrected, irritation growing, but he stamped it down to earn your favour. After all, he was more perceptive than others gave him credit for, and he’d noticed the way you’d squeezed your thighs together when voting—when grabbing your meal. He was as needy as you.
You rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue. “What do you want? I’m trying to rest.”
He smirked; the fingers that poked out from the confines of his long sleeves tapped along your untouched bedding. Still firmly tucked in.
“You seem… frustrated,” his voice was low as he spoke, eyes staring up at you as they narrowed, “I am too.”
The remark sent a shiver up your spine, unsure if you should indulge in his words or brush him off. Perhaps it was a lucky guess at how you felt, or he was referring to something else—you had almost screwed up Gonggi when playing in the previous game, so it was fair to assume.
You sighed, turning your head away and looking across the dormitory where you saw others sitting and finishing up their food slowly. In particular, a young woman whose stomach was so bulged out that she appeared she’d give birth any second. Poor girl.
“Why? Is the game frightening you?” You asked, keeping your gaze ahead as you shifted. You couldn’t deny the ache between your legs, the desire that hoped he felt the same. He wasn’t exactly the type you’d go for back when life wasn’t a game, but you’d take what you could get.
“Not that kind of frustration,” he huffed, irritation bubbling. Ready to curse at you under his breath and give up if you pissed him off more… Well, he would’ve given up. He needed this—badly. “Don’t act. You know what I mean.”
Your eyes flickered to his, sparkling with curiosity. Slowly, you leaned your body on the head you placed over the bed between his arms and where you sat. Your fingernails gripped the bedsheet, and your mouth watered.
“What makes you think you could help me?” You murmured, testing him to see how far you could push his buttons.
“Because you’d have said no already.” He quipped, a tiny smile pulling the corners of his thin lips. Nam-gyu pulled back from the bed, tapping the surface with his hands like a drum as he looked around, “Talk later. Have to use the washroom.”
The hidden invitation sent molten fire into the pit of your stomach, watching as he pushed himself away and tucked his hands back into his sleeves. Without even glancing your way, he slowly walked towards the bathrooms where a few other players came out of—likely empty. Fuck, you really didn’t want to go into the men’s washroom.
Swallowing your pride, you waited a few minutes before sliding off your bed and descending the steps. You walked silently through the dormitory until you reached the hallways leading to the washroom, the first door guarded by two masked workers. As you walked further, you made it between two washrooms, male and female. You wondered for a moment which room he would’ve gone in, looking between them until you heard the sound of a stall shutting in the women’s.
Your feet carried you quickly, hungry for Nam-gyu’s touch, which you hoped was satisfying. At this point, the worst fuck ever would be the best.
Just as you entered the washroom, you quietly walked along the stalls to the left, eyeing up each door. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you opened a few to no avail until the next door opened, and you were tugged into the stall by a tight hand on your unzipped sweater.
“Fuck,” you hissed, eyes landing on Nam-gyu as your back pressed against the now-closed stall door. Your cheeks flushed, breath heaving in your chest, “How’d you get in here?”
“Just walked in,” he answered, cornering you like a predator and prey. Surprising, considering that you hardly viewed him as the dominant type or at least someone who was capable of dominating you. “The guards don’t give a fuck, so I’m gonna’ roll with it.”
Your thighs spread, inviting his leg that pushed between yours and provided your aching cunt with necessary friction. It was instant the way you rolled against him, hesitant hands lifting to his zipped sweater and grabbing at the clothing that was too big for him.
“Shut up and fuck me, I don’t care about the guards.” You whimpered, grabbing at his neck and yanking him forward until his lips crashed against yours. He whined into your mouth, eyes falling shut as you both resorted to stifled whimpers and moans to communicate.
You rubbed your clothed pussy on his thigh, feeling the wetness soak through your underwear and tracksuit. Likely leaving a wet mark over his leg, he didn’t seem to care much. Two rough hands grabbed at your waist, pushing up the fabric of your sweater and shirt as his nails dug into your skin. You mewled into his mouth, hips moving quicker as the pressure against your heat built up your climax.
The sweater that hung around your body was pushed from your shoulders as he pushed his tongue between your lips. It danced with yours, devouring your moans as the shirt came next—parting the kiss so he could pull your shirt from your body. Nam-gyu leaned back, eyes landing on your exposed chest and focusing on your hardened nipples. A quiet growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he leaned down and captured one of the buds into his mouth, rolling it back and forth between his teeth as he sucked. His other hand grabbed at your neglected breast, massaging the globe as he whined pathetically as he sucked on you.
“You like my tits?” You asked him, your hips moving a steady rhythm against his tensed thigh.
He answered with a muffled sound of acknowledgment, eyes opened to peer up at you. It was then you saw the flicker of enjoyment. He liked you taking control.
“Mm,” you moaned, your hand lifting to his hair and brushing through the strands as you tilted your head back. You breathed out, bucking your hips, “Just like that. You’re so good—“
The praise did wonders as Nam-gyu continued to suck, furthering his touches by pushing his hand past the waistband of your pants. Fingers slipped underneath your panties, finding your wet folds and pushing through them as you shuddered. Your hand tightened in his hair, forcefully pulling him from your chest as he whimpered. Obediently looking up, lips slightly parted as he waited for you.
You rubbed your hips in tandem with his touch, his fingers brushing against your pussy and bumping against your throbbing clit every so often. It was too much, already feeling as though you were going to reach the peak if he kept up his ministrations, so you pushed him back until he crashed against the toilet.
You were quick to follow him, smirking at his wide-eyed expression as you wrestled his pants down his hips until his cock sprung free.
“Fuck,” he huffed, looking down as you stroked his length that felt nice and big in your hand—wondering how well it would fill you. You squeezed your hand, thumb wiping at the bead kd pre-cum at the tip as Nam-gyu brushed his hands back over his hair, eyes rolling back at a rather slow pump of your hand. “Don’t tease me.” He growled.
“Fine,” you smiled, licking over your teeth as you pulled your pants down your legs and kicked them to the side. Leaving your underwear on, Nam-gyu reached forward and tugged your hips until you
straddled him, the other hand pushing the fabric to the side.
A quiet gasp left your lips, hands landing on his shoulders to steady yourself as he easily guided your entrance to his cock. It was hot and wet against the tip, easily pushing inside you. Your thighs trembled, unable to keep yourself up as you buried your face into his neck, whimpering as his cock penetrated as he reached the hilt. You were right, and he filled you well—almost too much as your cunt stretched to fit him. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders over his shirt, his sweater hanging down his arms.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, his breath hot as he licked the shell of your ear, “Bet you like my cock, don’t you?”
The sudden dominance of his voice sent a shiver up your spine, but it hadn’t surprised you. If there was anything you knew about Nam-gyu, it was that he had one of the biggest egos ever—rivalling Thanos. You weren’t always one to indulge in inflating a man’s ego, preferring to take control into your own hands, but you couldn’t deny that in this moment, you’d do anything to get fucked well.
“I do,” you whispered against his neck, licking and biting at the skin as his hands grabbed at your hips. He lifted you up, angling himself better as he guided you back down as your ass slapped against his thighs, “Ah, shit—“
“So pretty,” he murmured, smiling as you began to fuck yourself on his cock without any of his help. Greedily pulling your hips up and slamming back down so he could fill your pussy up like you desperately needed, “fucking yourself on me like a good girl. Are you a good girl?”
You were forced to look at him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he grabbed at your chin and titled your face to look at him. He wore a lopsided smirk, his hair falling out from behind his ears as his body jerked with each rough slam of your hips. His right hand wrapped around the side of your neck, tight as you felt the cold ring around his middle finger touch your skin. His thumb pressed at the base of your throat, a painful pressure that made your walls clench tight around his cock.
You whined, “I am. I’m a good girl.”
Nam-guy’s lips stretched into a sly smile, his eyes shining in satisfaction as he pulled you forward and crashed your lips to his. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, moaning into it as his hands returned to your hips—nails digging into your skin. He met your hips with him, swallowing all your whimpers and whines as your cunt tightened, a hot pressure building in your low abdomen.
“Don’t come yet,” he groaned, licking at your lips before dragging his own over your jaw. He licked and nipped at your skin, his hot breath tickling your skin as he stretched you unbelievably thin. “Hold it for me.”
“Nam-su—“ you whined, hips twitching and thighs tensing as your juices left a mess between your bodies.
“Nam-gyu,” he warned, a hand reaching up into your hair and giving it a harsh tug that had you yelping in pain. He attacked your neck with his mouth and teeth, leaving a scattering of marks that you knew would leave bruises in its wake. “Fuck—I’m so close.” He choked on a moan, half-lidded eyes watching you as he pulled back and admitted the red marks over your skin.
When his grip loosened in your hair, you leaned forward and nuzzled your face back against his neck. Allowing him to take control as he fucked you at a relentless pace, the culmination of your moans echoing through the bathroom. You whined against his skin, reaching a hand between your bodies as you rubbed at your clit, desperately searching for your release.
Nam-gyu had begun panting your name under his breath, sounding like a pathetic, needy thing, but you didn’t have the energy to tell him so—both of you chasing after the high you craved.
With a few more harsh thrusts and circlings of your fingers, the tightness in your abdomen burst. A rush of euphoria crashed through your body, and you croaked out a loud moan that left your throat raw. Nam-gyu slammed into your heat a few more times, hands gripping at your hips so tight you wouldn’t be surprised if they left marks.
“Shit,” he hissed, a moan catching in his throat as he buried his face into your neck as he came. He hadn’t bothered pulling out, and you didn’t try to stop him as your pussy milked him—his hot cum filling you until it couldn’t anymore, and it spilled out, coating his cock.
There was a shared silence as you both caught your breath, clinging to each other as your releases went as quickly as they came. It left you with a feeling of relief but also with the gnawing reality that Nam-gyu likely wasn’t going to leave you alone after this. You noticed how he was attached to Se-mi after the race, angry when she didn’t give him the time of day. The thought annoyed you for a moment, wondering how persistent he would be for the remainder of the games.
But as you pulled back, watching the way he leaned back with his eyes closed and panting, jaw sharp and lips parted. You realized there were worse people out there who could be fighting for your attention—he was far more attractive than half of the guys you slept with, less so than the women.
Maybe you could convince Se-mi to buy you drinks after the games as a thank-you for getting him off of her back.
“Can we… do this again tomorrow?” Nam-gyu asked, his eyes still closed as his cock softened inside you. They cracked open just enough to get a look at you, straddling his hips, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of your lips.
“What makes you so sure we’ll both be here tomorrow?” You asked as your hands lifted to his sharp jaw, caressing either side gently.
Nam-gyu murmured, “I don’t lose.”
“Hm,” you hummed, your index finger tracing his bottom lip—sending a shiver up his spine, “I guess we’ll see if you can keep up.”
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use me how you need, so long as i'm your favorite toy
choi su-bong (thanos) x reader | oneshot | 1698 words
warnings: nsfw, non-explicit sex (at least not imo), toxic relationship, VERY brief salesman x reader
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It had been like this since the first night these games had started.
You were either bent over the bathroom sink or slammed against the door of a stall while your fellow players were all doing decidedly more useful things, such as fearing for their lives in these death games or catching up on much needed sleep.
It all started after being met by some man in a suit, purring that you could play more games to win money as you stood there, holding your stinging cheek as tears welled up in your eyes, matching the warmth pooling in your abdomen at the pain. You took the business card from him with shaky hands and flushed cheeks, dialing the number on the back as soon as humanly possible.
The first game had been Red Light, Green Light. You remembered the way you scoffed at the short-haired man who rushed ahead of everyone else, shouting into his jacket sleeve about people dying and staying careful. You murmured jokes to the long-haired man next to you, who seemed a tad bit more anxious than you, but still laughed along. You found a morbid sort of thrill in the danger of such a game, even once it was revealed Player 456 was correct as shots rang out through the large room and blood decorated the sandy field.
"Guess he was telling the truth. Thought he was on something, honestly," you snarked to the man next to you, who revealed his name to be Nam-gyu. He laughed, albeit a bit shakily, as you both continued to make your way closer to the finish line.
Your interest was piqued by the energetic man with purple hair, who decided to push the people ahead of him. While you knew deep down it was cruel and unusual, you couldn't help but meet his gaze and return the grin he shot you. You really should have been disgusted by him and his actions, blood now decorating his face. But you really never had much self respect to begin with.
After the game, with you and Nam-gyu sticking close to each other as you passed the finish line, both cracking jokes even as shots rang out and more bodies dropped, you noticed the man from before still staring at you. He'd approached you both, more comfortable with Nam-gyu than you (as the two had been conversing before the games had started), before asking for your name with a smirk.
You'd given it without hesitation. "What about you? Seems from all those people begging for your picture like you're famous, but I don't keep up with celebrities." You tried to act disengaged as you straightened out your jacket, wiping some of the blood that had splattered onto your hands on your tracksuit pants. He feigned shock, bringing a tattooed hand to his chest. He tried to reply before Nam-gyu cut him off.
"Really, Y/N? Famous rapper Thanos doesn't ring a bell for you?" He patted him on the shoulder as the man—you guessed he went by Thanos, which made you hold back a snort—hit him lightly on the chest.
"I've got this, Nam-su." He smirked at you again, raising an eyebrow and ignoring the long-haired man groaning, 'Nam-gyu.' He wrapped an arm around your waist, his proximity dizzying as you noticed his blown-out pupils. "Why don't we get to know each other, huh?"
It was after voting to leave had taken place that night, when it seemed as though the pills he'd taken had worn off, that he crept to your side as you lazily slid into bed, teasing that he needed a new addiction while he was in this place. You had initially rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but you weren't known for your strong resolve. The blood on his face and clothes was only adding to you giving up the last piece of self-respect you had left.
You were never quite sure how the two of you convinced the guards to let you out after lights-out. Maybe the miniscule logical part of you secretly wished they would close the slats and deny your requests. The overpowering irrational part of you knew that if that had happened, it would only lead to limbs tangled together under the sheets of the bunk.
The first night had been painful, your pleasure clearly not at the forefront of his mind as he simply used you against the stall—such a thing that would leave any normal person dry and refusing to return. Unfortunately for you, you were obviously not a normal person. The pace he set was brutal, your body living proof of that as the markings slightly peeked out above your tracksuit collar. You weren't sure how long you both stayed there, slick with sweat and panting in time with the rhythm he set, but you didn't care. Despite his temporary sobriety, you felt as though you were at your highest as he degraded and berated you.
Even when he pressed a rough kiss against your lips and muttered some half-ass declaration of love, you knew he was simply using you. You didn't care. That was how you'd gotten into these games in the first place, you let others treat you as a stepping stone to get what they wanted, as long as they gave you a sliver of attention. Call it a fucked-up childhood, mental instability, you didn't care—how could you, when he was holding you so closely as he came down from his temporary high and muttering sweet nothings as your back was pressed against the door?
It had grown into your nightly routine. After you teamed up in the six-legged pentathlon with Thanos, Nam-gyu, and some other players who you hadn't bothered to learn the names of because they weren't him, he was pressed against you as the guard let both of you through to use the bathroom, begging to see if your skills could be used for things besides gong-gi. Obviously, you had indulged him, even when he called you all sorts of mean names while hissing through his teeth because of your hands.
During each vote, you couldn't care less whether or not you were going home. You wore the blue circle on your chest with pride, preening when you would return to the side of players desperate for the prize as Thanos cooed how loyal you were, even if he treated you more like a pet than a lover when everyone else was watching. Nam-gyu was the only other person who spoke to you, seeing as everyone else was too scared to get close to the person who that menace had claimed.
It was only after Mingle that he had truly fucked you with some sort of emotion, when in his drugged-out state he had forgotten to pull you into a room with him and his other teammates, forcing you to be dragged along with Player 380 in a rush. You hadn't even cared, reasoning to yourself that Thanos had better things to worry about than you, even as hot tears streamed down your face when the girl laden with piercings asked you if you were alright.
You remembered how he pulled you into him with desperation after the doors had opened again, trying his best to joke through his anxieties as he acted as though he knew Player 380 would ensure your safety. But after the vote that night, even after you had voted "O" without a second thought and bounded towards him with a smile on your face, he stuck to you like glue. He'd ripped you out of your bunk with a newfound desperation during lights-out, urgent to get to the restroom you considered your second home as he pressed you against the sink, hands shaky.
"Thought I'd really lost you this time, shit," he panted out, voice barely above your noises of pleasure. When you practically screamed out his name, he quickly corrected you as he stopped suddenly. "Su-bong." His tone was serious, with his expression matching. You felt your blood run cold, having never seen him in such a state. "Please, my real name—Call me Su-bong."
You swore his grip on your hips was tighter than ever before, especially as your cries of his real name echoed throughout the empty room, burying himself into you as he finally finished what he had come to do. That was usually all it ever was, with Su-bong using your body and you being able to completely get off on it. But not tonight, it seemed, as he knelt in front of you while kissing your thighs. You weren't used to such intimacy from him, or anyone for that matter. Your face burned as he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes glassy. The pleasure he brought as he finally used his mouth between your thighs was foreign to you, something you had never felt before. Your climax was different from any you had ever had, fingers tangled in his hair as you realized this was what was supposed to be normal. He held you close as you came down from ecstasy, pressing soft kisses to your lips. It was out of the ordinary for him, adding to the tender words he was mumbling against your pulse.
"I won't let anything happen to you, baby, not again." He gently sucked at your neck, the bruises blooming beneath his lips a painful reminder of his ownership over you. "Don't know what I'd do in here without you. I'll keep you safe, promise."
You knew his promises were empty. You didn't care. You knew everything would go back to normal in the morning, once he slipped the colorful pills past his lips while chuckling with Nam-gyu, caressing your side as he ignored anything you tried to add to the conversation. You didn't mind it. He paid attention to you once the lights were off and no one was around to see, and that was enough for you. It always was.
He was using you, and you didn't care; he was using everyone. You were his favorite, at least for now, and that was all that mattered.
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ONE SHOT: ART INSTALLATION
paige x azzi
word count: 4.5k
A/N: This one is short because I was about to crash out earlier and I didn’t want you guys to feel the effects of my own personal crash out so I wrote somethin short to keep it cute. I hope you enjoy 🥹🫶🏼
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Paige was the perfect girlfriend to Azzi. At least, she tried to be. Anything Azzi wanted—or even thought about wanting—Paige made sure she had it. Whether it was a rare pair of sneakers she mentioned in passing, a book collection, a favorite meal after a tough practice, or a night in when the weight of the world felt too heavy, Paige anticipated it all. It wasn’t just about being thoughtful; it was about proving, in every way she could, that Azzi was her priority.
Anytime Azzi needed help, needed support, needed anything, Paige was there. A bad game? Paige had a motivational playlist waiting and all the right words to get Azzi out of her head.. A bad day? Paige would drop everything to sit by her side, holding her hand until Azzi's world felt steady again. Paige prided herself on it. She knew how lucky she was to have someone like Azzi—brilliant, beautiful, and steady in a way that anchored her.
But more than that, Paige loved Azzi. She loved her so deeply it used to scare her sometimes. Paige would give her the world if she asked for it. And, truthfully, even if Azzi didn’t ask, Paige would find a way to give it to her. Azzi deserved everything good life had to offer, and Paige felt like it was her job to make sure she had it.
But Paige was also human. And everyone messes up sometimes.
Right now, Paige was with Ice and KK, headed to Crumbl to grab cookies; it had become their post-practice tradition during the summer session. The car was filled with laughter, teasing, and the playlist Paige had made for when she had the two of them in the car together.
When they pulled into the Crumbl parking lot, Paige left her phone behind as it was tucked in the center console. The device was still connected to the aux, as they hopped out of the car locking the door. She didn’t think twice about it—she was in the moment, caught up in Ice’s ongoing debate about which cookie flavor was best and KK’s roasting Ice about her questionable taste.
Inside the store, they spent too much time deliberating, as always. Ice insisted they try every new flavor, while Paige argued for sticking to the classics. KK suggested they just buy the entire menu and let the team fight over the leftovers. Paige rolled her eyes but laughed, knowing she was going to pay for whatever they decided on.
When they finally left, their arms full of the signature pink boxes, the energy carried back into the car. Paige slid into the driver’s seat, pushing the button to start the car, and let the music pick up right where they’d left off. Because of this she didn’t even glance at her phone. She didn’t know there was anything waiting for her.
What she didn’t see were the seven texts Azzi had sent her. Or the three missed calls.
Azzi’s messages had started casually enough:
Azzi 💗: Hey, where are you?
Azzi 💗: I miss you
Azzi 💗: We’re still going on our date tonight right?
But when Paige didn’t respond, the tone had shifted.
Azzi 💗: Everything okay baby?
Azzi 💗: Well I guess that’s a no to the date
Azzi 💗: I’ve been calling you.
The final text was the simplest but carried the weight of Azzi’s unease.
Azzi 💗: Paige?
Paige had no idea about any of this as she was sitting in the car with Ice and KK, parked outside Crumbl, sampling the cookies they’d just bought. KK had decided to go live on TikTok, propping her phone up in the center of the console so all three of them were visible. Paige and Ice were in the front, while KK sat in the back, leaning forward between their seats to give commentary on each flavor.
“Okay, y’all, this one’s chocolate peanut butter—Paige said she doesn’t like peanut butter, but she’s gonna try it anyway, so let’s see,” KK said into the camera, her energy always infectious.
“I’m not gonna like it, KK,” Paige replied, rolling her eyes but taking a bite. Ice snorted beside her, already digging into another cookie.
The live chat was buzzing with comments from fans, with people dropping in to talk about the team, tease KK, or ask random questions about their day. They scrolled by so quickly that it was impossible to catch all of them, but KK seemed to catch enough to keep her audience engaged as she responded to some of them.
Then, suddenly, something popped up on the screen that made KK’s eyes go wide.
“Oh my god,” KK gasped dramatically, smacking Paige’s shoulder. “It’s Azzi Fudd! We got a celebrity here y’all!”
Paige froze for a split second before a small, involuntary smile spread across her lips. Her girlfriend’s name sat at the bottom of the screen, her tiny profile picture next to it. Paige tried to play it cool, brushing off KK’s excitement with a casual shrug, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her.
“Oh my god, it’s really Azzi Fudd I feel so cool,” KK repeated, leaning closer to the camera. “Hey, Azzi! What’s up, girly pop?”
Ice chimed in, laughing. “Azzi, you better send us some cowboy hats or something. Donate to the cause!”
Paige chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on the screen. Seeing Azzi’s name made her heart flutter, but she kept her reaction subtle. She didn’t want to make it obvious—not on a live stream with fans watching.
“Hey, Az,” Paige said quietly, her tone soft but unmistakably fond. She didn’t say more, instead breaking off another piece of cookie to distract herself.
But just as quickly as Azzi’s name appeared, it was gone. She had left the live.
“Damn, she left already?” KK frowned, leaning closer to her phone. “Azzi, where’d you go?”
Before anyone could speculate further, the car’s music abruptly stopped, and Siri’s voice echoed through the speakers:
“Incoming call from Azzi.”
The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and all three of them froze. Paige’s eyes went wide, and Ice’s head whipped toward her, her mouth dropping open.
KK, of course, was the first to react to not make it obvious. “Oh my god, Paige!” she yelled, grabbing Ice’s arm. “It’s Azzi Fudd calling!”
The live chat exploded. Comments started flooding in:
“AZZI IS CALLING HER OMG!!!”
“Paige’s girl is calling during the live? 👀”
“Not Siri exposing Paige rn 😭😭😭.”
Paige’s face turned bright red as she scrambled to unplug her phone from the aux cord. Trying to make Siri and the ringtone stop blaring through the car’s speakers.
“I’ll be right back,” Paige mumbled, grabbing her phone and quickly stepping out of the car.
As soon as the door shut behind her, KK leaned into the live, absolutely giddy. “Y’all, Paige just got a very important phone call. Like, the most important phone call ever.” She wiggled her eyebrows dramatically.
Ice burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Man, Siri really just put her on blast like that.”
The two of them were always bad at being subtle when it came to Paige and Azzi.
The moment Paige stepped out of the car, she pressed her phone to her ear, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Hey baby, what’s up?” she greeted, trying to sound casual, though her heart raced slightly.
“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me,” Azzi said, her tone a little sharper than it usually is with Paige.
Paige’s smile faltered as her brows furrowed in confusion. “What’d I do?”
Azzi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a deep breath and said, “What day is it?”
Paige froze, her stomach sinking as she tried to think about it. She pulled her phone away from her ear and glanced at the screen, her eyes locking on the date. Her heart dropped.
“Shit,” Paige muttered under her breath. Bringing the phone back to her ear, she spoke quickly, panic lacing her voice. “Baby, I’m so sorry—”
“What the hell, Paige?” Azzi cut her off, her voice reflecting her clear frustration. “We’ve had this planned for like two weeks!”
“I know, I know,” Paige stammered, running a hand through her hair. “I’m so sorry, Az. This week’s just been so hectic, I lost track of everything.”
“Yeah, clearly,” Azzi replied dryly. There was a pause before she added, her voice quieter but the hurt was still clear, “We talked about this, Paige. We’re supposed to be making time for stuff like this at least once a month.”
Paige closed her eyes, guilt washing over her. “Look, I know I messed up, but we can still do it. I can come back now, and we’ll make it work—”
“No,” Azzi interrupted. “Whatever. It’s fine.”
“Az, come on,” Paige pleaded, her voice softening. “You don’t wanna at least try?”
“No,” Azzi repeated, her tone a little colder. “I don’t really want to hang out with you anymore.”
Paige’s chest tightened at the words, her voice breaking slightly as she said, “Az, I’ll come back now, okay? We can at least grab some food, just—”
“I said no,” Azzi cut in again, her voice now tinged with exhaustion. “It’s fine. I think I’m just gonna go to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Paige blinked, disbelief and hurt mingling in her expression. “Are you for real, Az?”
“Yes,” Azzi replied simply.
Paige exhaled shakily, leaning against the car as she struggled to find the right words. Finally, she whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”
There was a long pause on the other end before Azzi said quietly, “It’s whatever. I love you too.” And then the call ended.
Paige stared at her phone for a moment, the weight of Azzi’s tone settling in her chest. She let out a heavy sigh, running a hand down her face before slowly making her way back to the car.
When Paige climbed back into the car, the energy inside was completely different from the heavy weight she felt in her chest. KK and Ice were still on live, chatting animatedly with the viewers, their excitement from the earlier interaction with Azzi carrying on.
“Y’all, these cookies are fire!” KK exclaimed, holding up a bitten piece of cookie to the phone camera. She leaned over the middle console so everyone could see her better. “This one tastes like a cinnamon roll! Oh, wait, let me show you the chocolate one!”
Ice laughed from the passenger seat, leaning her head back against the headrest. “You’re gonna eat all of them before we get back, KK.”
“Nah, I’m saving at least one for later,” KK replied, grinning. She glanced at Paige. “Right, P Boogers?”
But Paige didn’t answer. She quietly buckled her seatbelt, her eyes flicking to the live chat on KK’s phone. Comments were flying in.
“Paige doesn’t look as happy anymore.”
“What happened to P? She was smiling before she left.”
“Azzi called, right? She’s so quiet now.”
Paige quickly looked away, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She didn’t say a word as she started the car, her jaw clenched.
The mood in the car shifted slightly as KK and Ice exchanged a glance. They noticed Paige’s sudden change in demeanor, but with the live still running, they chose not to address it, not wanting to draw attention to her.
Instead, KK kept the conversation light, talking about the cookies and teasing Ice about stealing bites from the box. Paige barely registered any of it, her mind replaying Azzi’s voice over and over again. She had never done anything like this.
It wasn’t until Paige made an unexpected turn that KK finally spoke up. “Uh, where we going, P Boogers?” she asked, glancing at the unfamiliar road.
Paige shook her head and mumbled, “I just gotta pick something up real quick.”
KK furrowed her brows but didn’t push further, keeping the live running for a few more minutes as they joked about Ice trying to eat another cookie. But when they pulled up to a flower shop, the sign out front indicating it was about to close, KK finally ended the live.
“Yo, why are we here?” Ice asked, leaning forward to look out the window.
Paige didn’t respond, unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping out of the car. The florist inside looked up as Paige walked through the door, her face lighting up in recognition.
“Paige!” the woman greeted warmly. “You’re just in time. What can I get for you today?”
Paige managed a faint smile, her voice soft. “Hey Julia. Do you have any of those fresh lilies I like? And maybe some lavender?”
“Of course,” the florist replied, quickly gathering the requested flowers into a beautiful bouquet. Paige waited in silence, her hands stuffed into her pockets as she stared down at the counter.
Once she had the flowers, Paige thanked the florist and headed back to the car. The door shut behind her with a soft thud, and for a moment, the car was silent.
Now that the live was over, KK and Ice no longer held back. KK leaned forward between the seats, concern etched across her face. “Alright, P Boogers. What’s wrong?”
Paige shook her head, setting the bouquet gently on the console between her and Ice. “Nothing. I just... I forgot me and Azzi had plans to go see this art installation tonight,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with guilt.
“Oh,” KK said softly, sitting back. She exchanged a look with Ice, who frowned.
Paige sighed, gripping the steering wheel but not starting the car yet. “She’s mad. Like... really mad. I didn’t even realize what day it was.”
Ice placed a hand on Paige’s arm, her voice gentle. “P, it’s not the end of the world. She’ll understand.”
Paige shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line not really wanting to talk about it.
KK and Ice didn’t say anything else, choosing instead to give Paige a moment. The three of them sat in silence for a few beats before Paige finally started the car
When Paige got back to Azzi's dorm room, the weight of her guilt settled in her chest. The door creaked softly as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately finding Azzi lying on her bed, curled on her side, her face partially buried in her pillow. Paige’s heart sank when she noticed the faint redness around Azzi’s eyes, a clear sign she’d been crying. The sight was almost unbearable.
Paige hesitated for a moment before walking over to the bed. She crouched down in front of Azzi, holding the bouquet of flowers in one hand while reaching out with the other to brush a gentle thumb across Azzi’s cheek. But Azzi turned her head away from the touch, her silence speaking volumes. Paige’s throat tightened.
“Come on, baby,” Paige said softly, her voice almost pleading. “I’m sorry.”
When Azzi didn’t respond, Paige sighed deeply and stood up. She placed the flowers on Azzi’s desk, their vibrant colors a deep contrast to the heavy tension in the room. Paige lingered for a moment before deciding to climb onto the bed, trying to wrap an arm around Azzi, but the moment her hand brushed against her side, Azzi finally spoke, her tone low but firm.
“I wanna sleep alone tonight.”
Paige froze, her hand stilling mid-motion. She groaned softly, running a hand down her face. “Azzi, come on. I don’t know what else I can do. I promise I’ll make it up to you—”
“I don’t want it to be made up,” Azzi cut her off, her voice cracking just slightly at the end.
Paige swallowed hard, guilt stabbing at her again. She knew Azzi was hurt, but she also knew her girlfriend, the way her stubbornness could amplify her emotions. Azzi wasn’t usually like this, and Paige had never messed up like this, and that only made the situation worse. Paige sat back, unsure of what to say or do, feeling like she was failing in real-time.
Azzi rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Her voice softened but still carried an edge. “Paige, you do so much for me. You really do, and I love you for it. But tonight wasn’t about flowers or gifts. It was supposed to be about us. Just us.” She paused, exhaling shakily. “And it feels like... like everything else in your life is more important than me.”
“That’s not true,” Paige said quickly, her voice tightening as she shook her head. “You know that’s not true.”
“Do I?” Azzi’s gaze finally met Paige’s, her eyes glistening. “Because it doesn’t feel like it.”
Paige’s jaw dropped slightly, incredulity flashing across her face. “Azzi, come on. That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
Azzi sat up abruptly, her eyebrows raising. “Don’t curse at me, Paige.”
Paige pinched the bridge of her nose, forcing herself to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it like that. But you’re not being reasonable right now.”
Azzi’s expression darkened as she folded her arms across her chest. “Excuse me?”
“I know I messed up, Az,” Paige said quickly, her voice softening again, trying to keep the situation from spiraling. “And I’m so, so sorry for that. I know I’m not usually like this. I know you count on me. But for you to say I don’t prioritize you?” Paige shook her head, her voice rising slightly. “That’s crazy.”
Azzi’s voice rose to match hers. “No, what’s crazy is you being on live with KK and Ice, laughing and eating cookies, when we were supposed to have our night. The one night we get every month, Paige.”
Paige stared at her, her frustration mounting. “Az, you act like I don’t care about us. I’m always thinking about you, no matter where I am. Do you know how many nights I’ve spent in hotel rooms, sending you flowers, texting you, calling you, because I’m trying to show you that I’m still here? That I love you?”
“And I appreciate that, Paige. I really do. But I don’t want flowers from across the country. I don’t want texts and calls while you’re in L.A. or New York or wherever the hell else you are. I want you. I want you here.”
Paige’s frustration boiled over, her voice breaking slightly. "I’m here right now, Az, and now you’re telling me you don’t want me here?"
Azzi, lying on the bed, didn’t even look at her as she replied, “Because I’m not really in the mood to be an afterthought right now.”
Paige stood, running her hands through her hair. “Are you serious, bro? You’re not an afterthought, you know that.”
Azzi let out a sharp laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, what else do you call it when the only reason you’re here is because I pointed out that you forgot about tonight?”
“I forgot, Azzi! I forgot! Once in four years!” Paige’s voice cracked, exasperation bleeding through. “And you’re acting like it’s the end of the world, like I don’t love you. I promised I’d make it up to you—what more do you want from me?”
Azzi sat up slightly, her expression still cool but her words quieter. “I don’t want to argue, Paige. We don’t argue, we never have and we’re not about to start now. So just… come back tomorrow, okay?”
“Not okay, Paige!” Paige mimicked with frustration, pacing a few steps before stopping herself, taking a deep breath. “You clearly disagree, so just say that. Talk to me and tell me how you feel.”
Azzi shook her head, looking away. “I don’t want to argue with you. Just go for now. I need some space.”
Paige sighed deeply, rubbing at her temples before walking back to the bed. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s temple. Her voice softened, though still laced with frustration. “I love you. I’m sorry, Az. I really am.”
Azzi looked up at her briefly, her voice subdued. “I love you too… I’m just mad right now.”
Paige chuckled dryly, standing up. “Yeah, I got that.” As she walked to the door, she gestured lazily toward the flowers on the desk. “You should put those in water before they wilt.”
Azzi didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the wall as Paige stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Paige leaned against the door for a moment, exhaling deeply, before heading back to her own room.
…
When Azzi got back to her room after hanging out with Caroline the next day, she stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide. The room was completely covered in flowers. Vases, bouquets—there were everywhere, sitting on her desk, lined up on the floor, spilling over onto her nightstand. The sight was so absurd that Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, her frustration from the night before melting away with each step she took into the floral jungle.
Shaking her head, she walked to her bed, where a single notecard sat propped up against one of the bouquets. She picked it up and immediately recognized the messy scrawl of her girlfriend’s handwriting:
Az, I’m so sorry. I really don’t know how else to show it besides this. Please just get ready and I’ll pick you up at 6. Wear the outfit I got you for yesterday.
Azzi stared at the note for a long moment, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. She ran her fingers over the paper, then glanced around the room again, still laughing softly at the overwhelming display of Paige’s apology.
“God, she’s so extra,” Azzi muttered to herself, but the fondness in her voice for the annoying girl she loved was there.
With a sigh, she set the card down and headed to her closet to find the outfit Paige had mentioned.
Later that night, Paige showed up at Azzi’s door with yet another bouquet of flowers in her hand—a massive arrangement of deep red roses. Azzi snorted as she opened the door, shaking her head.
“I really don’t have any more room,” she teased, stepping aside to let Paige in. “I’ve been giving them out all day.”
Paige chuckled, setting the flowers down before pulling Azzi into a hug, burying her face against her neck. “I’m sorry, Az,” she murmured, her voice full of regret. She squeezed her tightly, trying to convey just how much she meant it.
Azzi’s arms wrapped around Paige’s waist, and she whispered back, “It’s okay, baby.”
They pulled back just enough to share a gentle kiss before heading out together.
In the car, a comfortable silence settled over them, the kind that only comes from knowing someone so completely. Soft music played in the background as Azzi absentmindedly toyed with Paige’s hand, which rested over her lap. Paige glanced at her every so often, her heart swelling at how content Azzi looked now, her earlier frustration with her nowhere in sight.
When they finally pulled up to the building where the art installation had been displayed, Azzi furrowed her brows in confusion. “What are we doing here,” she said, glancing at Paige with a questioning look.
Paige gave her that familiar toothless smile, the one that always made Azzi’s heart flutter. “Come on,” she said, hopping out of the car and quickly walking around to open Azzi’s door.
Hand in hand, they approached the entrance. A man in a suit opened the door for them without a word, simply smiling as they stepped inside.
Azzi froze the moment she entered, her jaw dropping as her eyes scanned the space. The installation was still there—all of it. Every piece of art she’d been so excited to see, now illuminated in the quiet, empty space.
Her gaze snapped to Paige, her expression filled with disbelief. “Paige what… how is this still here? They’re supposed to have everything at the next location already for tomorrow.”
Paige shrugged, her casual demeanor a stark contrast to the magnitude of what she’d done. That small, toothless grin reappeared as she said simply, “I rented it for you.”
Azzi blinked, utterly dumbfounded. “You rented the art installation?”
Paige nodded like it was nothing, like this wasn’t an extravagant, over-the-top, completely expensive gesture. “Yeah,” she said. “Figured we could have it all to ourselves.”
Azzi stared at her for a long moment, her heart full as she tried to find the words to respond. She didn’t need to, though, because the way Paige was looking at her—completely and utterly smitten—said everything that needed to be said.
“Paige,” Azzi finally managed, her voice soft, almost overwhelmed, “you’re insane, you know that?”
Paige laughed, tugging her further into the space. “I know. But I’m your kind of insane, right?”
Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. “Unfortunately.”
Paige grinned, throwing an arm around Azzi’s shoulders as they began strolling through the exhibit. The space was quiet, just the hum of soft background music accompanying their footsteps.
As they stopped in front of a vivid painting, Azzi started explaining its history, rattling off random background knowledge with ease. Paige didn’t know how Azzi kept so much information tucked away in her head, but she didn’t care. She just watched her, smiling softly, soaking in the way Azzi lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about.
When Azzi finally noticed Paige’s gaze lingering on her, she smiled, nudging her gently. “What?”
“Nothing,” Paige said as she shrugged playfully. “You’re just kinda cute when you’re being all smart and stuff.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, but her cheeks tinted pink. They kept moving through the space, stopping to admire sculptures and installations. Eventually, Azzi broke the silence, her tone soft and a little vulnerable.
“This is much better than yesterday would’ve been,” she admitted. “We wouldn’t have been able to be this close in a room filled with all of those people.” She glanced at Paige, her eyes warm but tinged with a little guilt. “I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry.”
Paige stopped walking, turning to face her fully. Her hand cupped Azzi’s cheek, her thumb brushing gently along her skin. “You deserve everything and I’m the sorry one,” she said, her voice steady and filled with conviction.
Before Azzi could respond, Paige leaned in, pulling her into a slow, tender kiss. It was the kind of kiss that spoke louder than any words ever could, filled with love, forgiveness, and a promise to always be there for one another.
When they finally pulled apart, Azzi let out a soft laugh, resting her forehead against Paige’s. “You’re too much sometimes, you know that?”
“Yet, here you are still my girlfriend after all these years.” Paige teased, smirking.
“Here I am,” Azzi echoed, smiling.
The two of them continued their private tour, hand in hand, stealing kisses between pieces of art and basking in the quiet intimacy of the night Paige had created just for them.
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Still no sign of the mail. Might as well keep the tiaratop on while you look, even if it means suffering through all these bullshit popup ads.
Once again: this might have been funny a couple of years ago, but these days, it's a little too close to reality for comfort.
Wait, isn't that Guy Fieri?
Congratulations, I guess. You'll probably do a decent job, too - it's not like the bar has been particularly high in recent years.
Well, look who’s checking in early!
I guess your appearance isn't much of a ‘reveal’ when you’re basically identical to your predecessor. I could probably have made a 90% accurate guess by just swapping the hair on Rose's sprite.
Also - damn, Roxy. Isn't it, like, 2pm?
Where did you even get that thing? If you've been stealing a few cheeky cocktails from under the Seer of Light's nose, I'll be very impressed, and more than a little worried. Is Rose just completely asleep at the wheel?
TG: jaaaaaaaaaane GG: Omg. GG: Overreact much? I kept you waiting for all of two seconds! GG: Where have you been today? TG: nowhere just chilling here TG: when all of the sudden GG: "All of a sudden." TG: when all of the sudden
That one was on purpose, Jane. She made an artistic choice, and you need to respect it.
TG: it hits me TG: thaf we have somethig really fuckin important to talk about GG: This hit you just now? We made plans to get in touch early this morning, and I have seen neither hide nor hair of you all day.
And it's easy to see why; the girl's been drinking herself into a stupor.
Seriously, I thought Rose would be a better Guardian than this. Is she really just leaving Roxy to her own devices, while she... I don't know, experiments with dark magic in the basement, or something? I'd expect that kind of behavior from Bro, but not from our girl.
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Okay, gonna spoil that game/experience/whatever you want to call it.
If you think you might wanna play it (~90 minutes?), I suggest don't read/skim this.
As you start out, you're clicking the button for "stimulation" and every click gets you one. This is standard fare and already you're looking for what's gonna let auto-generation of clicks or "numbers go brrr" happen.
It happens in the form of a DVD logo bouncing around the screen and generating one "stimulation" (henceforth 'point') per bounce.
A distraction.
And then you unlock a video in the bottom corner that's generating a few points/second.
And more DVD logos; screen's getting busy now.
And lowfi beats for a few more points, and then rain noises, and then ASMR sounds and video in another corner, and more videos and more logos and now they're changing color and
...
eventually you've got a news ticker, more than ten different audio streams, an email inbox to refresh and occasionally clean out, stock market, a virtual pet, a quiz app, level-ups to collect, randomly spawning and despawning treasure chests, and power-ups that float across the screen.
And all of these garner more points more efficiently so you can't just opt out of most of them. Though I'd skip the stock market entirely. ...even if it DOES give pointless achievements.
(Thing is, the fact the achievements are pointless is part of the point.)
Anyway. Those power-ups that float across the screen? There are four kinds I remember. There are the floating ones with the gems for 'in app cosmetic purchases' (it's all pretend nothing in this game tries to sell you anything for IRL money), there's one that makes all those DVD logos bounce much faster so you get more points for a bit, there's one that makes every click of the button generate a lot more points, and there's one that looks peaceful and when you click it?
Suddenly the cacaphony stops
and all the visual noise goes away
and it's just an empty rocky beach, with a single bird flying past one corner of the screen, and waves crashing on the shore.
It's nice. I'm not even into the beach, but all the bullshit of the game was annoying, and now it's not. You enjoy more than 30 seconds of peace, thanks to that.
(Self-awareness includes the option to close the tab. ...but you probably won't if you're trying to see where this goes. Protip: When your cursor is over the button you can tap the spacebar in addition to clicking and it'll greatly speed up your points)
And then the game continues; you had 30 seconds respite but it's over. Back to the grind. Lucky you saw that 'power up'. You might have missed it. They're hard to click, too. But it was the best part of the last five minutes of gameplay. Just not clicking or sweeping the screen with your eyes or hearing the alerts... I only saw and caught the "beach" power-up three times.
...and as the rate at which points accumulate climbs and you unlock new things to spend them on, you start getting past a million points.
And you unlock the option to "go to the beach (cannot be undone)"
Well, I kinda guessed, but that just means the game did a good job telling the story it was working towards.
I save up the two million points and click that option (I hadn't even gotten all the cheevos! How clever of me!) and now it's just the beach. Forever. Roll credits.
...
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You could interpret this work of art a few ways. The final beach could be retirement (eh), or death (eh), or merely a reward for finishing the game. For you or for the fictional character you've been role-playing.
I prefer to think of it, as is possibly foreshadowed, as a parable.
Look at what elements of your life are bringing you peace and joy. Look carefully at the elements that are NOT.
Very few of the stimulation-point purchases gave ANY joy. Most of them just gave the option of accruing points more quickly.
There were a few funny jokes and smirks here and there. The 'true crime podcast' was darkly amusing, the Duolingo app was meme-ishly smirky, and it WAS a video game and clicking things IS kind of fun in an "insaniquarium" kind of way.
But the best purchase? Arguably the only 100% good purchase?
Is the one that "lets" you exit the game.
And then you're free.
...and you had the option of closing the stream of unpleasant noises and stressful obnoxious interactive images this whole time.
Kinda like a significant amount of our screen time, family obligations, social lives...
That's how I choose to interpret it. That's how I felt when I cut, at various times, so many things out of my life.
- holiday gift-buying - online text chat - gacha games - most other mobile games that don't have a finish line - some pseudo-friendships - some less-effective volunteer activities - much of my compulsive online forum browsing - other FOMO-driven stuff, to include many newsfeeds
and there's more I ought to cut out, and things that crept in the back door while I was throwing other things out the front.
Anyway.
That's the game.
You run a gauntlet that teaches you that the best thing about the exercise is stopping.
To paraphrase Alan Watts "That's the thing about hitting yourself with a hammer; it feels so good when you stop!"
So stop.
are you frequently overstimulated?
#HHH.txt#idle game#Stimulation Clicker#video games as intentional art#things H says while procrastinating on the internet because practicing what you're preaching is a daily effort
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Can we pls get more of masochist yandere I love him so much!!
For you anon <3
Tags: PT.1, dirty talk (since he's trying to seduce you), bunny costume, "miss/mistress," 18+
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“Hey roomie~ I wanna show you this new thing I bought. I hope you'll like it!” You groaned at the sound of the cheery high-pitched voice, hating how sweet his voice sounded. You could practically hear him jumping from excitement. His foot lightly tapping the ground in impatience. "I wore it all for you, y'know? It'd be rude if you didn't look."
"Don't tell me it's another one of those shirts that says 'I belong to her' or whatever. Those were fucking childish."
Scrolling through your phone, you didn't bother making eye contact. A part of you enjoying the exaggerated whine coming from him. "First of all, mean! Second, it's nothing like that. It's totally different. Come on, come on. Look at me! Please. Pretty please?"
A tired sigh unintentionally escaped your lips. All he ever caused was annoyance and a headache. You finally took one glance at him before going back to your device. Pausing for a second to register what you saw. Your eyes traveling back to his figure, scanning him up and down from his bare thighs to his exposed collarbone. He was wearing black over-the-knee socks, with a bunny costume tightly hugging his torso. Accessorized with detachable white cuffs and collar with a set of fluffy ears and tail to complete the look.
“Ta-da~ Don't I just look so cute? Hm?” He brought his hands cheeks and posed for you, one of his legs lifted in the air behind him.
"W-what the hell?!" The words left in a mumble. An unexplainable feeling stopping you from looking away. "I should've predicted that you were gonna do something like this."
He had recently convinced you to let him move in with you. Surprising you by breaking into your house with a smile and a prepared meal on the table. Proving his commitment by coming day after day until you gave in. The long romantic dates, the humiliating begging by your feet— all finally worth it when you helped him unpack his boxes.
You finally managed to turn your head. Trying to find something interesting on your phone to distract you from what you saw.
"Awe, come on! Why'd ya look away? It's good material and I got it at a good price! Don't tell me you don't like it..." His words weren't a way to guilt-trip you, but instead an accusation. As if he knew, without a doubt, that it was something you liked.
Realization settled in. "Have you been going through my phone, you fucking creep?"
"Mhm, you know I have. There I was, on my nightly visit to your bedroom, when I saw that someone forgot to close their incognito tabs. It was a real treat~" He giggled evilly, the teasing grin on his face growing as your eyes widened. In a chilling whisper, he said, "I know how filthy your thoughts are. There's nothing you can hide from me." His hands rested on the couch armrest while he leaned down to kiss your cheek. Making a 'mwah' noise before pulling away.
You involuntarily gulped. An embarrassed warmth flushing your cheeks and some place else. "That is a huge invasion of privacy, you asshole! Shit. How did you even managed to guess my password— no, what the fuck do you do during your nightly visits?!"
"ANYWAY, we never take anything further than kissing... And I'm tired of jerking off. So I thought this will help our relationship. I mean, seriously, don't I look fuckable?" He turned around to show you a view of his backside. Harshly slapping his barely-covered bum. "I would fuck me."
"I have a lot more self control than you think. We won't do anything of the sorts. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, needs more time. I don't fucking know how to love an annoying shit like you."
"But don't you want to have a good time? Again, with your tenseness... You need to relax. Making out is really nice and all, but it causes a problem down there... y'know?" He gave you a sly grin. It made you recall the times you caught him with your panties stuffed in his face. "I hope you didn't forget you're the one responsible, so for once, take care of it! It's all your fault."
He plopped down on the couch with crossed arms, the force of his anger bouncing the cushions slightly. A pout on his lips and a playful glare in his eyes. He circled his arms around your shoulders. Giving you a hug from the side and starting his whining. "I'm impatient, roomie~ Dammit, please! Please, please, please! I feel like I'm gonna EXPLODE soon. Augh!!"
"..." You refused to even look at him. Afraid of the flutter in your heart growing.
He continued, taking advantage of your silence to persuade you. "Don't you wonder what I sound like in bed? Don't wanna know how I'd moan your name?" He leaned in way closer. Your body stiffening at the breath fanning your face. A shiver sent right down your spine when he moaned in your ear. "Oh please, miss, please fuck me faster~ Ah~!"
You couldn't look at him, quietly mumbling a curse in defeat. Hands clutching your pants. Hoping he didn't hear how your voice shook. The truth was, you didn't want to deny him any longer, conflicted with how soft you were becoming to him. A part of you wanting to just throw him over and ride him, yet another, more sadistic part wanting to make him cry frustrated tears and beg you to just let him hump your leg. Ultimately, you were unable to stop the dirty scenarios flooding your head. The feeling of arousal growing longer by the minute when his lustful eyes met yours.
You mustered up your strength, "no."
"N-no?" His eyes widened in shock. He thought he had you convinced with his amazing performance.
"No."
You pushed him off of you. Immediately going on your phone. He exhaled a loud huff and leaned back against the couch, arms hugging himself instead. Blankness crossing his features. Why were you so difficult?
A few seconds of silence was shared until he got a new, brilliant idea.
He cleared his throat. Adjusting his fake bow and pushing a random object off the coffee table. "Oops! Better get that~"
He bent down in front of you, in a way that his round buttocks rubbed against your lap. Another way to evoke you.
"Answer's fucking no. Horny bitch." You kicked him away and he gasped in surprise. Dramatically humphing. Slowly losing his cool.
He stood up straight and stomped his feet to the ground. The sexy bunny outfit not making this situation any easier. He came off as adorable, rather than threatening.
"You aren't impressed by my big ass? I worked hard on it, y'know. Don't you just want to hit it? Punish me for dressing so naughty? I won't stop until you put me in my place. There are sooo many other outfits I can try on. So just spank me already! I won't give up. If this doesn't work, I'll just try again and again and a— Who are you texting? I swear I'll find them and kill them! You're supposed to pay attention to ME!"
His hands formed fists when you didn't respond. Fuck, he was getting tired of this. An exhausted moan left his mouth. He fell to his knees in front of you, burying his face in between your tights. Soft cheek nuzzling up against your leg. "Please. Just head pats. At least praise me, call me your bunny. I'll be satisfied with that..."
Finally, you put your phone away. A surge of satisfaction in your chest at how you made him docile only by ignoring him. Your fingers grazed the tip of the fluffy fake ear. Pathetic eyes looked up to observe your movements. Silently asking for more affection.
"Good pet." You praised. Your hand lightly scratching the back of his head. "That's so much better. You were gonna give me a fucking headache with all that whining."
"Ahh, it hurts." He looked so pitiful as he whimpered.
"What hurts, bun?"
A lazy smirk formed on his face. "My pants... they feel so tight~"
You rolled your eyes, You felt a bit dumb for thinking he was actually going to be satisfied with mere praise. Your grip became harsh, fingers tugging the strands of his hair up. He moaned— his eyes closed in pleasure while his bulge twitched against your leg.
"M-mistress, please..." He begged as your spit landed on his lips. He licked the liquid slowly, not breaking the eye contact. Groaning at the humiliating act. "Don't you wanna let me use my skillful tongue on you? Please just sit on my face. I want to taste you, so so so bad!"
"Licking my panties isn't enough for you anymore? Huh? Did you get bored of them that fast? Pity." You teased, pulling one last time before letting go of his head.
He winced. Fixing his hair, and soothing it with pets. "Miss, you treat your poor bunny so harshly. Not that I don't like it. Can I... tell you a secret? I'm wearing one of them right now~"
"Ugh, you fucking disgust me." Your insult only caused him to greedily grind his hardness to your leg faster. He loved the look on your face. "Shit. Stop moving your hips!"
"Mmh, but I want relief, miss. I need it."
A harsh slap rang through the room. He gulped. His movements immediately stopping to obey you. "You'll get relief when I fucking give you permission. Understand that, dumb rabbit?"
"Finally— I mean, yes, mistress. Anything you say!" An endearing smile reached his eyes. "You have no idea how long I waited for this~"
You, too, felt excited. Thoughts swimming through your head about how you'll proceed with this. His fingers spread out to form a V, his tongue flicking up and down between them, giving you an idea of what you wanted to do. Thighs clenching together as you imagined it in your head. "Maybe we'll finally see whether you were lying about your skills, hm?"
#yandere#yandere oc#desperate yandere#obsessive love#yanblr#dom reader#male yandere#sub yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x reader#masochistic yandere#pathetic men#male yandere x you#yandere boyfriend#I had this planned since a lot time ago lol
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“nice piece, isn’t it?” your ex-husband finally spoke to the man sitting beside him, the one who had been staring at you like he wanted to devour you for minutes now.
his tone wasn’t angry at all; in fact, he sounded like they were close friends, joking casually. there wasn’t even a hint of murderous intent in his voice.
the man, who had been staring at you like he was in a trance, didn’t even glance at gojo as he replied, “rare to find one like that.” he chuckled as if he’d said something incredibly funny and took a sip of his drink.
it wasn’t funny. at least, not to gojo.
your ex-husband didn’t let his expression slip; instead, he laughed at the man’s words, clinking his glass against his in agreement. he wasn’t particularly fond of drinking, but tonight, he needed it more than anything else.
first, it was friday night, and you’d come to this bar with your friends—a bar full of men who wanted nothing more than to fuck you.
second, you were wearing the shortest and most beautiful light blue dress in existence. (you’d chosen it because it was the same shade as his eyes, making him think you hadn’t forgotten him.)
third, from his seat at a table a little removed from yours—where he could still see you—he’d noticed that not only was he watching you like some pervert, but the guy beside him was eyeing you too. it took everything in him not to smash his head in.
he knew he was just as much a creep as the guy, but he also knew that no other man had the right to look at you like that. no one but him. no matter what had happened between the two of you, no one else could ogle your legs or the parts of your chest that your dress left exposed.
the man finally turned to gojo, offering his hand in introduction and stating his name. your ex-husband didn’t hesitate to shake his hand, a friendly grin on his face, and said, “satoru gojo.”
“we’ve just met, i know, but why are you alone?” the man’s gaze roamed over gojo, lingering on the black cap covering his unmistakable white hair. “no offense, but you’re one hell of a handsome bastard. god’s favorite, i’m sure. seems crazy for a guy like you to be drinking alone.”
if he hadn’t been ogling you like a meal, gojo might’ve actually liked him. there wasn’t much he enjoyed more than hearing others praise how good he looked.
except for hearing it from you.
“why can’t someone like me, come to a bar to drink alone?”
the man laughed, taking another sip of his drink. “you should be surrounded by girls all the time, but instead, you're here, blocking guys like me from having a shot.”
gojo barely held back a hearty laugh. he never thought he’d laugh so much at a guy he wanted to strangle. “divorced a year ago. guess i’m not god’s favorite anymore. if i were, i wouldn’t be here. i’d be inside her right now.”
that was, without a doubt, his favorite place to be.
the man looked at gojo with a hint of sympathy. “shit, you sound like you miss her, man.”
he missed you. more than anything.
the man placed a hand on gojo’s shoulder like a supportive friend. “you know what? screw that whore, man. if she lost a guy like you, that’s on her. plenty of hot things in here tonight to take your mind off it.”
“whore?” huh… keeping himself from killing this guy was getting harder by the second. who did he think he was to call you that? what he’d do if he found out he just called the woman he’s been staring at for hours a whore?
the man had no idea he’d just dug his own grave.
“is that so?” gojo’s gaze drifted back to your table. you were laughing at something your friend had said, looking incredibly happy. but gojo could tell you were bored out of your mind and wanted to go home.
“hell yeah,” the man grinned, leaning in closer to gojo. “you got your eye on anyone?”
he did. just you.
a fire of possession ignited in gojo’s eyes. “maybe.”
the man followed gojo’s gaze. “haha, so you’re after the one i’ve been watching, huh? normally, i don’t share, but i like you, my friend. you deserve to blow off some steam with a nice pussy after a year.” the guy laughed as he leaned away, motioning to the bartender to refill his drink.
you were never his. you hadn’t been anyone’s. no one could share you because you belonged to one person and one person only. even if your marriage was over, no one else could even think about touching you.
and gojo was definitely not this guy’s friend.
“maybe i do deserve it,” gojo bit the inside of his cheek to contain his anger.
“bet she’s tight as hell and warm too. i mean, damn, those legs around your waist must feel amazing.”
oh, you were tight and warm, all right. gojo knew that firsthand. he remembered every time he’d fucked you senseless—how your legs would lock around his waist, your toes curling, your walls gripping him as you came undone. there wasn’t a single thing about you he’d forgotten.
gojo took a hard sip of his drink. “absolutely. and those perfect lips of hers? let’s just say she knows how to make a man see heaven while she’s on her knees. i’d fuck her throat until tears streamed down her face, and she’d still take all of me.”
“fuck, dude, you really want her. hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend. though, if she’s wearing a dress that short, i doubt it. no guy with a brain would let his girl wear something like that.”
no, he wouldn’t. and he hadn’t. in fact, your fights about this were one of the reasons for your divorce. but the real reason sat beside him now—your ex-husband knew exactly what kind of creeps were out there and felt the need to protect you from them.
the smile on gojo’s face finally faded. “trust me, i wasn’t allowing it.”
the man looked at him, confused. “you weren’t?”
gojo tore his gaze away from you and turned those dangerously piercing blue eyes to him. “yeah. who would want to offer the woman they love to guys like you on a silver platter?”
“what the fuck are you saying?” the man asked, his voice trembling as he noticed the lethal glint in gojo’s eyes.
“the tight, warm pussy you’re dying to fuck belongs to my ex-wife.” gojo leaned in closer to the man, the urge to strangle him growing stronger with every passing second.
“are you fucking crazy?”
he’d been crazy about you since the moment he met you.
“fuck yes. i’m absolutely insane. insane about everything about her. but if there’s one thing that drives me even crazier, it’s some bastard like you describing how her pussy might feel. because…” he leaned in, whispering into the man’s ear, “right now, i’m struggling not to kill you, but tonight, when you go to the house you think is safe, i can’t wait to show up and wrap my hands around your throat with delight.”
the man’s eyes widened in terror. he’d just realized he was sitting next to an absolute maniac.
“how do i know you’re not bullshitting me?” he stammered.
gojo immediately pulled back and, in the same friendly tone he had used when they first met, said, “oh, that’s very simple.” he pulled out his phone from his coat and opened your chat—where he sent at least 500 messages a day and still hadn’t been blocked.
gojo: blue always suits you, baby, but don’t you think that dress is a bit too short?
gojo: did you wear it because you knew i’d be watching tonight?
gojo: for someone who never answers my texts or calls, you sure know exactly what i’ve been saying ;)
gojo knew you always read the messages he sent through notifications. in a few seconds, you’d do it again. he liked knowing you were aware he was watching you because he knew you were just as crazy as he was.
“watch,” gojo said, almost like a warning to the man, his eyes shifting to the table where you sat with your friends.
as soon as the message came through, your eyes moved to your phone. a few seconds later, you scanned the room, and when your gaze landed on the bar table a little distance away—where your ex-husband sat, wearing a black cap and flashing you that devastating smile—your cheeks turned crimson.
“see that, buddy?” gojo, still staring at you, leaned closer to the man. “look how i made her blush. and trust me, those won’t be the only cheeks turning red tonight.” then he turned his full attention to the man. “now get lost. immediately.”
stunned, the man fumbled for his wallet, threw a few bills on the table for his drinks, and hurriedly left without another word. gojo watched him leave before turning his attention back to you, a confused look on your face as you stared at him.
ex-husband!gojo would do anything to eliminate the creeps who ogled you—whether from your vicinity or the world entirely.
but before he dealt with that man, he had to punish you for wearing that dress.
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mdni ; incl - phone sex
"Hey, what are you wearing right now?" he asked through the phone.
You knew a late night call from him would start off like this—it always did. And it's no surprise. Besides, it's been almost 2 weeks since you've last seen each other. You have his job to thank for that.
A small laugh escapes you. "Guess."
He hums for a while, but you both knew that he knew the answer to your teasing question. "The sheer nightie that leaves little to imagination?"
He was right. Of course he was. He could practically envision it, as if you were sitting right next to him on this cold and empty hotel bed.
"Fuuuck." His voice was huskier than usual, a tell-tale sign of him growing aroused. But then you spoke again, "How about you? What are you wearing?"
Imagination wasn't enough. He would go above and beyond for you, which is why you found yourself staring at a mirror selfie of him a few minutes later. His mouthwatering muscles were on display and those sweatpants...
Oh those sweatpants...
They were your kryptonite, especially with them hanging so low on his hips that his happy trail gave you a preview of one of your favorite sights in the world.
You were so entranced that you almost forgot he was still on the line.
"You still there, baby? Or are you already putting that picture to good use?" The smugness in his voice was otherwise infuriating. But in this case, you only grew wetter by the sound of his teasing.
"Mhm... still here," you say. But mentally, you were in another world. His scent, his overwhelming presence, his touch—you missed it all. The frustration eventually boiled over and you couldn't help but snake your hand down beneath your panties, circling around your clit like how he'd do it.
A satisfied hum leaves your lips, earning a chuckle from him. "Rubbing your pussy for me? That's cute."
"I hate that you're not here... I wish you were the one touching me right now."
"I know, I know," he cooed. "I wish I could feel how wet you are too." He sighed audibly before reaching into his pants as well, palming at his growing erection. It was more painful than usual. But that's what 2 whole weeks without your touch does to him.
It gets unbearable and he decides to pull out his length from his sweats completely. The cool air of the room heightened his sensitivity causing him to suck in through his teeth.
You smirked to yourself. "Feeling good, baby?"
"Not as good as when you do it," he murmurs. Truth be told, he felt like a teenager again... 'cuz how is he so hard and leaky from phone sex?
Unbelievable, he thought. But what can he do? He'll have to settle this for now because in a few more days... he can finally pound into that pussy he's been missing so much.
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a/n - erm... part 2? anyone?
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He chuckled. “Well I’m glad I’m earnest enough not to get a punch in the nose,” he said, and lifted her hand, kissing her knuckles.
He tapped his fingers on this glass and shrugged. “I suppose,” he said. “I guess I’ve been around a while now. And people are very serious about their beer. I’m hardly an expert. I don’t drink for the buzz. I do it because I like the flavors and for the social aspect. People who are drinking feel more comfortable if you’re also drinking. Even if the alcohol doesn’t have any effect on you. I guess I liked listening to other people when they’re passionate about something and I am interested in finding out why I like one thing and not another.” He shrugged again. “You might like a sour. They’re more cocktail like.”
He grinned at her. “Yes please. We can dress up. Pretend to be spies having a little tryst. It could be so much fun.” He was a little giddy at the mere through of it.
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“You’re not getting away with it - you mean something different. You mean it affectionately, they mean it condescendingly. Anyone else would probably get a punch to the nose like Gilmore Hodge on the first day of training.” She took another sip of her beer. “Magic touch indeed. And magic voice, sure.” She winked at him as she set her glass back down.
Peggy could taste what he meant but beer still wasn’t to her taste. “You sure know a lot about it.”
She grinned at him. “Oh I think you’ll do just fine. What do you say then, darling, do we have a sexy spy date tonight aboard the ship? Roleplaying, cocktails, likely some dancing, and seduction?”
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hii im so glad your requests are open, ive had this idea for a while and couldnt wait until you opened them
since you wrote about both jjk men and reader describing their type my idea is that maybe before reader and jjk men got together reader had to describe their type and reader described something totally different from jjk men lol (maybe it was before they even became friends) and men find out and get insecure so reader has to comfort them
Oh my gosh I love this!!! Thanks for sending this request in, I had an awesome time writing it!! I hope you enjoy🫶❤️
JJK Men When Your Type Was Something Totally Different From Them
Very Light Angst, Fluff
JJK men x gn!reader
Warnings: none
You and your boyfriend were sitting at a table in a cafe one day, enjoying drinks and each other’s company, when all of a sudden the serene atmosphere was shattered.
“Oh my god! Y/n, it’s been so long!”
A friend you hadn’t seen in a few years greeted you excitedly as you invited them to sit at your table.
“I can’t stay long, I have an appointment to get to,” they said as they eyed your boyfriend and smirked. “Who’s this?”
You introduced your friend to your boyfriend and they exchanged pleasantries. You and your friend then caught up for a bit until they checked the time on their phone.
“Seriously, two look really cute together,” your friend said, giving you a tight hug goodbye as they readied to take their leave. “Although, y/n, isn’t it funny how your type changed? I remember you told me awhile ago, when you were single, that you were into…”
Yuji:
“…super tall guys with black hair. Real dark, mysterious types.”
After your friend had left the cafe, Yuji was sporting a frown where a smile usually rested.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
“Mhm,” he replied, pushing the food around his plate with his spoon.
“You’re not very convincing, Itadori,” you teased, poking his arm softly.
“Do you think I’m cute?” he blurted out, taking you by surprise.
“Of course I do,” you responded, dumbfounded. “Why would you think otherwise?”
“Your friend,” he said, “they said your type is the total opposite of me.”
“Yuji, the last time I talked to them was three years ago. I hadn’t met you yet.”
Yuji looked up from his food, his face immediately brightened. “Really? Does that mean you’ve changed your mind since then? Because of me?”
“Yep, the only type I have is my fun loving, big hearted boyfriend Yuji Itadori, I promise,” you told him, leaving a kiss on his grinning cheek.
Megumi:
“…carefree boys with light colored hair and eyes.”
When your friend had gone and it was just you and Megumi again at your table, you noticed a change in his mood.
"Is something bothering you?"
"No," Megumi replied sharply, causing your extending hand to retreat back to your side of the table, not wanting to bother him. He sighed. "I just... why are you with me?"
Your eyebrows raised in shock. "Why would you ask that?"
"I'm not affectionate, I don't know what I'm doing in a relationship. I'm not even your type." He whispered the last sentence, his eyes burning a hole through his coffee mug.
"Oh Megumi, ignore my friend. The last time I've brought up anything with them that had to do with crushes or "types" was years ago, long before I laid eyes on you. I love you because you're you and I wouldn't want you any other way."
"I guess I could try being more carefree if you want," he mumbled, his cheeks turning a pale pink.
"I could sooner see you bleaching your hair," you replied, laughing softly as Megumi sent an annoyed look your way.
Yuta:
“…overly confident boys with blonde hair."
"Geez, I guess I'm not your type at all, then, huh?" Yuta wondered when your friend was out of sight, anxiously picking at his jacket sleeve.
"You weren't my type three years ago when I talked to my friend last, no," you replied, not wanting to lie to him, "but that doesn't matter. You're absolutely my type now. I don't think there's a boy more handsome or perfect for me than you are."
Yuta's face sported a red tint from him blushing at your words. "Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do, my love," you said, leaning over the table and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, leaving him more flustered still.
Inumaki:
“…guys who were super talkative and tall.”
Right as your friend left your table, you watched as Toge pulled his phone out.
"Let me stop you right there," you said, gently guiding the phone from his hands to the table, spying the dreaded, "I'm sorry I can't talk to you, you deserve more" note you knew he had already started typing. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't want you to ever forget that. What my friend said, that was my type years ago, way before I knew a guy like you existed. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than you."
Toge blinked slowly at you before picking his phone back up.
"You better be erasing that original message because you know I don't care that you can't really speak," you said sternly, earning a meek thumbs up from the boy sitting across from you. When he passed his phone back over to you, you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your throat as you read what he wrote.
While we're out, should I buy a pair of high heels?
Noritoshi:
“…extremely tall, tan, and muscular men.”
“Great. That sounds just like Todo,” grumbled Noritoshi after your friend left, taking a sip of his tea.
“I didn’t even know him back then,” you replied, ignoring the urge to roll your eyes at his jealousy. “Sure, I had a type, but that doesn’t mean I have to stick with it. You’re the most handsome man I know and you look nothing like that.”
“Do you promise I look nothing like Todo?” questioned Noritoshi, stifling a laugh.
“I swear.”
He gave you a gentle squeeze of your hand. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Todo:
“…skinny, short, pale guys.”
"That's definitely not what you said when I asked your type," Aoi said, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"I can't believe my friend brought that up," you groaned. "Back then, yeah, I was into super thin guys, but that all changed a few years later, right before I met you."
"Are you sure all my muscles don't bother you?" he teased, flexing his arm as he reached across the table to caress your cheek.
Your face warmed at his gesture. "I'm sure," you choked out, "but I wouldn't be opposed to you showing off your arms more often just so I can be 100% positive."
Aoi let out a hearty laugh as you sank further into your seat, flustered by your handsome boyfriend.
Ino:
“…super buff guys with dark hair.”
Ino kept his focus on his drink for a long time after your friend had spilled those details about you, obviously bothered that he looked nothing like that.
"Hey," you said after agonizing minutes of silence, "please don't take that to heart, that was my type a long time ago."
Ino looked up at you with an expression akin to a kicked puppy. "But has it changed? If I'm not your type... why would you want to be with me?"
"Ino," you said, standing up from your side of the booth and sliding into his, "I wouldn't date you if I didn't find you handsome. You are so kind and loving, and I think you're the absolute hottest guy on the planet. Maybe even the universe."
He dramatically pulled his beanie over his face as he dropped his head into his hands. "Now I have to compete with dark haired, shredded aliens?!"
Consoling him took much longer than anticipated!
Gojo:
“…quiet, short guys with facial hair.”
Satoru couldn't hold back his reaction when he heard that.
"That's your type?" he asked, shaking with laughter. "What the hell are you doing with me, then?"
"Satoru, stop," you pleaded, clearly embarrassed. "The last time I saw that friend was years ago. I was a whole different person."
"Do you not find me pretty?" he pouted, jutting out his bottom lip and batting his eyelashes.
"You're the prettiest man I've ever had the privilege to meet," you responded, playfully tapping his nose with your finger. "It would be interesting to see you with a mustache or something though."
You both got quiet, imagining what Satoru would look like with facial hair.
"Sorry I ever brought that up," you said.
"Blegh!" he replied, sticking his tongue out. "You owe me another pastry later because I lost my appetite picturing that."
Geto:
“…men with light hair and soft facial features.”
Your friend had walked away, leaving Suguru to mull over their words.
"Am I too... sharp for you, darling?" he asked, trying to joke but was clearly affected.
"That was my type forever ago, Suguru," you told him, earnestly taking hold of his hand that was resting on the tabletop. "You've been the only man for me ever since I met you. No one can compare to your beauty."
"Hmm," he mused, taking a slow sip of his drink, "I must say I enjoy hearing you praise me in such a way. All is forgiven."
"Good. I will love only you for the rest of my days, no matter how many round faced, blonde haired men try to whisk me away."
You witnessed his fingers tighten around the tea cup in his grasp. "I'd like to see them try."
Nanami:
“…men with long, dark hair and blue eyes.”
You paid no mind to your friend's words, knowing they were just reminiscing over something silly before they left. Kento, on the other hand, was busy spiraling as he ate his croissant.
"Everything okay?" you asked him, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.
“Do you not… find me attractive?”
You almost spit out your drink in shock. "I'm sorry?"
He wore a sheepish expression. "Your friend said that your type was men with long, dark hair and blue eyes. I don't fit that description at all."
"My "type" that they brought up was from many, many years ago," you said, rubbing your thumb against his hand to console him. "The only thing I find attractive now, after having met you, is a certain Kento Nanami. Brown eyes, short blonde hair, and all."
"I'm sorry for getting worked up over nothing," he said.
"You don't have to apologize for that," you told him, "it just shows how much you truly care. I love you for that."
You gave him a small peck on the lips before you two went back to savoring your time together.
Choso:
“…super preppy guys with blonde hair and green eyes.”
The only thing that ran through Choso's mind was confusion.
"I don't look anything like that," he uttered suddenly, tilting his head.
"I know, I was into those kinds of guys years ago," you confessed.
"But not anymore?" he asked with a hopeful lilt in his tone.
"Not anymore," you confirmed, sending him a small smile to ease his nerves that were noticeably running rampant at the thought that you didn't find him attractive. "My type now is guys with dark hair in two buns and an adorable black mark across their nose."
Choso let out a relieved sigh as you giggled and continued eating your food.
Toji:
“…short men with long blonde hair.”
As soon as your friend got up from the table, Toji had a disgruntled expression on his face. "Care to add anything to that?"
"I liked guys who looked like that when I talked to my friend last, which was, admittedly, a very long time ago," you explained, getting a grunt of displeasure in response. "And then I met you and I realized what my actual type was."
"And what's that?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
You leaned in over the table, getting as close as you could to your handsome boyfriend.
"A real man," you all but whispered, eyeing him playfully. Toji's eyes widened ever so slightly before falling back into place, his lips transforming to a smirk.
"Sounds like your friend had it all wrong, then," he replied, winking at you.
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