#you are so strong and enduring and worth all of this praise. i want you to prosper be happy and find a wealth of whatever you want.

[townofcadence]

💐 :3c

Send 💐to receive a bouquet

His heart thumps hard as he holds out the flowers to Butch, as if he might--- know. Still, it keeps from his face, as he passes him the bouquet to him. "Um.....here. For you."

It's a bit of a mixture of flowers. Berries are mixed throughout the flowers, round and a dark purple, almost black in small bunches. A large red flower sticks out like a devil's tail right from the center, tapered to a point with small pointed petals all the way to the tip. It is surrounded by yellow and reds. The yellows are dapples of small orchid shaped flowers, and clusters of honeysuckle and fennel cut short. The red and purples are bright, both four petaled flowers in small patches that pop amongst the yellows. Coin-shaped leaves tie the flowers together.

[thequietkid-moonie]

I just thought of this right now but how about a Yandere Violet Evergarden

Whose darling (who is a secret spy for a secret pro war organization) being aware of Violet’s feelings and using it against her to manipulate them

And how she would react to finding out about her darling being a spy. Will she be mad? Would she not care? It’s up to you.

(Also sorry for all the Violet Evergarden asks I just love her and the series so much)

Loving a spy from the other side

[ YANDERE, ONE-SHOT ] [ Violet Evergarden ]

Its fineeee ~ I absolutely love your ideas! Besides, Violet Evergarden is a beautiful story with a beautiful prota, I'll be more than happy to write mor for her <3

I wrote it in the time where she was still a soldier because i thought that way it would be more interesting

Honestly, getting closer to Violet was a really smart move, she has being the most stronge and diligent soldier from the start, and not only that but she is also quite close to the major and his soft spot, so getting her to your side could be quite helpful. However, it wasn't an easy task, Violet barely answer to anyone that it isn't the major

A key for a spy is to not attracting too much attention, being an infiltrator means having to act and become one of them, so you slowly did that, working perfectly in the role you are playing, sharing laughs and sorrow with your comrades and innocently trying to include that poor child that is mostly seen as a weapon for others

Acting innocent as a simple curious soldier, asking your comrades about her and laughing at their silly jokes about her being the dog of the major, getting to know as much as you can and making a plan before slowly getting closer to her, being kind and treating her as an equal, even more, as a human

Honestly, the character you put and the efforts were slowly start to pay off as the major slowly start to trust you a little more when seeing your humility and kindness towards Violet, scolding you for being too soft but showing a clear trust, while for Violet, she was starting to feel something she has never felt before, only the major has ever treat her with this kindness, but with you is diferent, maybe you were acting a little to much to try to force her to look at you, but at the end it worked since Violet now can't take her eyes away from you

She doesn't understand how or even why, but Violet can't help but want to see more of you, your kind smile or you attempts to make small chat with her, praising her skills but also making sure she wasn't injured after the battles, it was all new for her and it was making her feel like anything else before, nor even the trauma of the war had affected her this much, maybe it was because, deep down you were what was making all she have endure worth it

Soon you started to see why Violet was treated like a simple weapon, since now it was you who she started following around without saying anything, everytime she has free time she imediatly goes searching for you, whenever you have to do the patroling she join you or whenever you are together in the squadron she tries to be close to you or at least keep an eye on you, just in case you need her help

It is her clinginess and her own silent step what end up making her find you sneaking around the important things of the major, looking throught the secret information, and yet her trust is still on you, she doesn't understand why but she feels like she can put her life in your hands, she can life and die for you, and it isn't dificult to notice when even when she had just discovered you she still look at you with those innocent and trusting eyes

This is a war, people do bad things to be able to win this battle, and you couldn't care much about morality in this moment, who will tell you that manipulate an innocent child into your little job would be wrong? her? your boss? No one, besides, if you win maybe you can win her forgiveness by offering her a good life, since she seem too eager to be with you and be useful for you then probably she wouldn't mind helping you a little

In all honesty, Violet didn't know what to think or how to react, but at this point she is too infatued to say no, even when she is not sure about all of this the moment you smile at her, pleading for her to keep the secret and asking her for help, saying that this would be something just between you and her, Violet will not be able to say no, not when this feels bigger than anything else, more important than herself, not when her burning feelings scream at her from the bottom of her heart that no matter what, she has to follow you because you are the only right thing in her life now

Thats how Violet happily start helping you, doing all you ask her to, it doesn't matter if she is betraying the person who had saved her as long as you keep smiling at her the same way, as long as she is useful for you nothing else matter

[starful02]

Life is wild sometimes. I made a small decision almost a year ago, based on a recommendation of one of the most positive individuals to ever grace my life so far, and I firmly believe that it has changed the course of my life. The decision was to sign up for a class about fantasy writing and publishing that my university was offering, which is the exact genre I so desperately want to have a career in (I want to be a writer you see). That fall I took the 8 week class and it happened to be taught by none other than the absolutely wonderful, utterly amazing fantasy author Alex Rowland (aka @ariaste). If you asked myself or any of my peers, we will happily tell you that this class was one of the comfiest, kindest, most encouraging academic experiences we have ever had and that it has changed our lives. Anyone who has taken at least one creative writing class in their life will tell you of the horrors that ruthlessly plague them and all sorts of traumatic incidents endured. This class was a soothing balm to a disheartened soul with trampled ambitions. You might be wondering where I'm going with this? Well, when you take a class with an author, they tend to gush rather happily about their work. It did not take long for me to know in my heart of hearts that I NEEDED to get my hands on Alex's latest book, A Taste of Gold and Iron (aka ATOGAI). And when I finally got the perfect chance to read it a little over a month ago, when I tell you, it was chapter five when I became undeniably aware that this book had snatched my heart and I would gladly let it have it for the rest of my life. If I hadn't already bought all of Alex's books on a strong hunch that I would absolutely, completely and utterly fall in love with ATOGAI, I would have definitely right after I finished that chapter. This is inarguably one of the best books I have ever read, checking all my boxes (including ones I didn't even know I had). I don't think it's possible to praise it enough because it deserves it all. The wait I endured before I could read it was so worth it and I will be forever grateful for the sheer chance that it and it's author entered into my life. It shattered my high expectations and I will never be the same and couldn't be happier about it. Now, I still have to read the other books that Alex has written (and I will savor them like a piece of the finest of desserts and I haven't the slightest doubt, despite that I tend to be more on the quiet side, I will be absolutely mouthing off about them to anyone who will listen), but I want to specifically highlight their upcoming book, Running Close to the Wind (aka RCW). Because I was in their class and a part of their Discord, I have been treated to several chapters of the book and I can very firmly tell you that you need this in your life. It's terribly funny, utterly vibrant, very queer, full of gremlin chaos and pirate shenanigans, all good and wonderful things, right? I knew I needed it in my life half way through Alex reading chapter two to us. It comes out in June of this year and I so highly recommend you give it a look see. You can read an excerpt in the link below!

And if you too decide that you need this book in your life, go preorder it and then come join a Discord full of awesome queer pocket people that are also terribly excited for this book to be in our hands! I will also be posting fanart of ATOGAI and RCW if you also want to keep an eye on this little habitat of mine. :) Either way, best wishes and happy reading!

[karlachismylife]

Oh no when I say pressure I mean I haven't been able to crack my back in over a year now, never been able to pop my hips intentionally and the times I have it was painful, if I sit wrong I can feel each notch of my spine due to the pressure, my neck always feels stiff, the whole nine lol. I feel like it would be a hassle initially working all that out pfft

I know it sounds bad and it is but I've lived with it since I was 18, so it's just kinda my daily now. I just like to imagine having 4 men who most of them know what they're doing to help, Soap would learn after that first scare probably.

But also the image of Simon just sneak attacking me to pop my back is hilarious, ambushed with love and care lol

(for people out of the loop - first post here)

I have actually tried to imagine OVER A YEAR worth of tension and pressure and I think my fucking hips started hurting just from that. I'm so sorry, love, that must be really messing with, like... everything. You're so strong for going against that and pushing through, wow. I probably wouldn't be able to.

But yeah, no, sure, Price is like totally relating cuz that man avoids doctors better than he avoids getting his spine all fucked up, so he also has years of fuckuppery in those intervertebral discs and everything. He's there to hear you out whenever you want to just vent about this shit, and he'll offer you advice on how to cope when it gets bad. Ghost will fix both you and him up, can you imagine though Price's face if you handle everything being cracked better than him? All red and panting while his Lieutenant pushes a vertebra into its correct place, but trying to put a brave face in front of you, because you didn't even squeak! How the fuck do you do that??

Soap sure learns after that first time, even though he's still apalled at how long you had to endure it. He's so impatient, he'd get fed up with constant stiffness and pain too quickly and would be clawing at the walls, and you went so long?? Honestly he'll probably try to coax you do some "stretching" and "flexibility training" so it doesn't get so bad again. But if you're actually limited in those departments, he isn't the one to push. He's the one who tries to be the most helpful in all the other aspects of it, like helping around the house if you get nasty pains or somethng. Also the god of nape and neck massages, that he can work out the best out of all of them!

And Gaz is just going all-out to be romantic about it. Ghost is practical and efficient, sure, and he is immensly loving with that little ambush of his or when he just lays you and Price down and goes ham on your backs (does he do it shirtless "for convinience?" yes he does. also he gets hard from being able to help you out, sorry), but Gaz is next level when he offers you a massage and help with fixing your hips up. Candles and shit, even music to drown out the cracking if you don't feel like listening to your bodily symphony. He thinks it's beautiful in a way, though - cuz that's the sound of him helping your body feel better. And if it gets too painful, he'll make sure to soothe you, tender kisses all over your skin and gentle hands stroking you while he praises you for being strong and good.

Also they find the comfiest chairs and matress for you 100% to help with the pains.

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

As the Sun Sets // Relief or Regret // Part 8

TW: None? Angst maybe?

Scarlets POV:

The snow falls in gentle whispers, coating the world in a blanket of white as I stand frozen in place. The cold mirroring the numbness that spreads throughout my chest and my mind as the doors I spent months carefully constructing locks on, slam open. 

The words Adrian spat echo throughout my head, The doors that I keep tightly locked are slamming open with all the terms of endearment my parents have instilled in me throughout the years. Overwhelming my senses, I drop to my knees. The voice of my mother and father, once distant whispers muffled behind closed doors now roar within my ears. Each syllable cuts through my already crumbling self worth.  

The walk back to Hogwarts was cold and wet, which I endured without the use of warming charms, allowing the weather to numb my body in hopes to stop my inner thoughts from causing me to have a mental breakdown in front of all my peers. 

As soon as I stepped foot within the doors of the castle, heat envelopes me instantly, chasing away the chill from my bones, but not from my soul. I was safe now, from the elements, but not from the storm that was currently raging on within my head. When I reach the common room I hesitate for just a moment. I take a deep breath before muttering the password, watching the golden snake appear revealing the door. 

After a day like today I praise Salazar that the common room is empty, which to my pleasure it is,  save for a few students either studying or enjoying their goodies from their trip to Hogsmead. I quickly head straight for the women's dorms. Once inside, I let the damn break. 

Stripping off my wet clothes from the storm that started to rage outside, I close the curtains to my four poster, charm them shut and lastly casting a silencing charm. Within minutes my sobs turn into whimpers, covered with heavy breaths, and before I know it, I’m asleep.——————————————————————————————————With a woosh a bird flies out of the cabinet soaring around the room, getting lost within a labyrinth of chairs and furniture around them.

Pansy got me out of bed the next day. Essentially dragging me out of bed, forcing me to go to class. It was no easy task, she destroyed my bed in the process. She may be small but her curses are strong. 

“We did it!” a smug look on Draco's face as my smile widens. I wrap my arms around my cousin in a jump of joy. Relief floods through my veins, but just as soon as it was there, it's replaced with regret. We fixed the cabinet, but the castle will be infiltrated with Death Eaters.

Students. Teachers. No one is safe. 

We aren't sure how long we will be at the castle as soon as they take over. Will we be forced to come back to school? Or will we have a worse fate. Doing the bidding of a lunatic. That's what terrifies me most. What else will Draco and I be forced to do because of who our family is? 

As if reading my mind, Draco tightens his grip around me. My resolve breaks and I let the doors open. Sobbing quietly into his chest. Draco leads me to the chaise letting me fall apart in his arms. 

“Draco… Do you think we are going to be okay?...” I manage to breathe out in between sobs. 

The words spoken this summer ring out into the void between us. Whether it is the hesitation in his voice or the look in his eyes as I stare back up into them through the tears, or maybe it's the realization of what is to come, but he doesn't give me false hope as he did this summer. No, this time his own eyes well up with tears as he stared back at me. 

“I dont think so…” 

Before we left the room of requirement Draco and I decided that we would wait to tell the Dark Lord until after the first quidditch match of the season. We want to be able to prepare before unleashing hell onto Hogwarts. Unbeknownst to Draco, I want to be able to warn Harry beforehand. Before Draco has to kill Dumbledore. 

The thought still sends chills down my spine. Draco isn't a killer. A prat? Of course. But a murderer? The boy who holds me while I cry? The boy who I spent my entire childhood with? He's scared of spiders for bloody sake! I have full faith in Dracos ability to do many things, but to cast an unforgivable you need to want to do? I know Draco and I know that he does not want to kill anyone…

It was late by the time we made it back to the common room. Our friends are sat by the fireplace in the far corner, playing games and laughing with each other. A part of me doesn't want to go over there and drop this pile of shite onto them. To ruin their carefree school year, but we have to tell them. Just because we are the kids of Death Eaters doesn't mean we are safe, Draco and I have learned that first hand.

“There you guys are. We have been waiting all night for you.” Blaise says smiling up over his game with Pansy.  They all look over as Draco and I walk up to the group.

Well, everyone except for Theo. He and I haven't talked to him since Adrian broke up with me a week ago. He's been avoiding me like the Black Cat Flu, refusing to even acknowledge me when I enter a room.

“Anyone fancy a smoke?” Draco has his hands in his pockets to stop him from fidgeting nervously. The air around us shifts, negative energy engulfs the group, alerting them that something bad is about to happen. They look at each other and slowly stand up to follow Draco and I to our spot by the lake. 

I hang back, hoping to gain Theos’ attention. I reach for his arm, wrapping my small hand around his bicep. “Theo?” I mutter, suddenly very anxious. He stops in his tracks but does not turn around to face me. Immediately I look to the ground. Why is he acting cold?

He's silent, waiting for me to speak. “I--uh I haven't seen you much this week.” I explain stumbling over my words. Why am I so nervous to talk to him? He's my best friend for Salazars sake. 

“H--how's your hand?” I question, as I lower my hand down his arm to grab his bruised hand. He pulls away from my touch quickly, as if I burned him. “I’m fine. Better than your boyfriend's face” his words are harsh as he stalks out of the common room. 

I am left stunned in place. My boyfriend? Did Theo not know that Adrian and I broke up? I have obviously been upset about our break up, but not because I regret it. No, because I am embarrassed I let a man treat me the same way my parents do. 

Adrian made me choose between him and Theo. I of course choose Theo. I would choose Theo over most people in my life. I would do anything for him. 

——————————————————————————————————Pansy, Draco and Blaise all knew what happened, I had just assumed they would have told him. I guess I'm not the only one he has been avoiding. 

When I made it to the group, their faces were riddled with sadness. Draco must have started without me. I quietly sit next to Draco on my blanket that he laid out on the grass, pulling at the bottom of my skirt so it covers most of my exposed thighs.  After Draco's confession Blaise is the first one to speak. He looks over to Draco with a solemn expression “So that means you have to kill Dumbledore?” Draco's jaw clenches at the thought. “Yes it does.” 

“We tried to come up with another--” I hesitate for a moment trying to come up with the right words to use. “--way to achieve the Dark Lord's task. But we were unsuccessful.” I am fidgeting with my wand now, this conversation plus my earlier interaction with Theo has put me on edge. 

I occlude further in order to regain control of my emotions. It's Pansy who now speaks next “Katie Bell--” it's a statement, not a question. She already knows the answer. Her eyes hold a sad look, while she holds back tears. 

Draco darts his vision over to the lake and nods his head slightly squeezing his eyes shut. 

It was quiet for a moment. Everyone is taking in the weight of the situation that has been plagued upon us, before Blaise breaks the silence once again. “What can we do? There has to be something we can do to help.” 

Draco snaps his vision back over at them with a serious expression, similar to the one that is displayed on my face. “Nothing. You will do nothing.” “We want you to stay in the dorms until we come to find you.” I add quietly but stern, knowing this is the part that they aren't going to agree with. 

We do everything together. Homework, holidays, pranks. We are inseparable. Draco and I knew that ordering them to stay hidden was surely going to cause an argument. We prepared for this. 

Our order gains Theos attention. His head snaps up turning to face the blonde haired boy next to me instead of the spot on the blanket he was burning a hole in. 

“Absolutely not! If you think I am letting you two fend for yourselves amongst a group of deranged Death Eaters, you're bloody mad!” Theo shouts, anger is radiating off of him in waves. 

At the mention of Death Eaters, my Mark burns slightly. I ghost my hand over where my cardigan is covering my Mark. The Dark Mark has a consistent phantom burn radiating off of it. No doubt created purposefully by the Dark Lord as a constant reminder of what I’ve done and the things I will do. The Mark tainting my skin will always be there and he ensured all of us will never forget it.

Draco catches my attention as he too has his hand ghosting over the mark. “I am a Death Eater, Theo.” Draco spits at his best mate. 

Theo scoffs rolling his eyes, as Blaise shouts angrily “You are nothing like the other Death Eaters! Y-you didn't choose this!” He turns to look at me as he throws his arms out in my direction. “Scar isn't even marked. Why is she even a part of this!?” 

“They will not hurt us Blaise. They are just there for aid. Besides, Snape will be there.” Draco says, grabbing my hand and squeezing it attempting to crush the utter fear he knows that I am feeling.

“That's not good enough Draco! What if something goes wrong?” Pansy asks while holding on to Blaises hand so hard I’m afraid she's breaking his hand. 

Draco sighs rubbing his temples. We knew this conversation wasn't going to be easy, but I don't think Draco took into account how tired and drained we would be already. “Snape has made an unbreakable vow to protect me. He will meet us before so he can assure he is with us the whole time.” 

Draco looks at all of them now, trying to show them that he is confident in the protection of our old potions professor. 

Theos’ eyes are like daggers piercing through Draco. His stare still refusing to reach me. “What about Scarlet?” Theo asks, acknowledging my existence for the first time in a week. 

“What about Scarlet?” Draco echoed, eyes equally as sharp, staring back at him.  

“Did Snape make an unbreakable vow to protect her as well?” Theos tone is harsh. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Of course Theo would be the one to catch on to our deception. Draco is occluding fully now, his jaw is clenched tight. Theo turns to stare out into the Black Lake, scoffing at our silence, already knowing the answer. Pansy and Blaise both give me a look of sympathy.

I knew Snape made the vow and after Draco found out, Draco begged Snape to vow to protect me too. Snape refused, he and I both knew it was useless. I am doomed either way.  

Theo doesn't participate in the conversation anymore, not seeing the reason to since his point was made. He just nods his head once in anger, quietly inhaling the smoke from his cigarette. 

Draco and I went over the details with everyone and made it very clear they are to stay in the dorms until we come get them. 

“We will let you know when it is time. It is important that you stay in your dorm until we come get you. Don't leave for any reason. We aren't sure who will be joining us, or what they will do, but we promise, you do not want to find out for yourself. Just please, stay hidden.”

Once the plan was set, Draco extended his hand and helped me off the lakeside ground as we started to head back to the castle. The walk to the common room was quiet. We could all feel the world had shifted. A lingering sense of fear follows us through every corridor we sneak through. Once we are all safely back in the common room, the group disperses, but I stay back trying once more to try and get Theo to talk to me. 

I carefully grab his wrist stopping him from following the other two down the corridor to their dorms. “Theo, wait please.” I beg. I sense his resolve break slightly at the tone of longing that's intertwined with my plea. 

He stops, giving me a chance to continue. He is still refusing to look at me, He barely seems to be breathing, as if he is holding his breath. I am frozen in place in fear at the coldness in which he refers me but I swallow my pride and ask him anyway. “Are we okay?” I barely whisper. 

I can see him take a deep breath, as if weighing his next words carefully before pulling away from my hold on his wrist. This time it was a lot gentler than before. It's almost as if he doesn't quite want to pull away. “We are fine, Scarlet.” He sighs, before marching down the hall away from me. 

Tag List: @helendeath

[supermarine-silvally]

Gooooood morning, I'm here to send you numbers 1, 2, 7, 10 and 13 from the Happy Together ask game for Yara and Ace, my beloveds. Hope you're doing well!

tysm for the ask!!! I am obsessed with these two fr (also tagging @oneirataxia-girl to share the brainrot heheh)

(ask game here!)

This got long so I'll put the answers under the cut!

1. What are your OTP’s love languages?

In terms of receiving, I headcanon Ace as a words of affirmation sort of guy-- we all know that between Garp and Dadan and all the adults in his life that Ace didn’t receive a lot of reassurance about his self-worth growing up. The only time he was probably ever praised was when he brought home dinner for the mountain bandits, and he definitely enjoyed that one time when Makino remarked on how well-behaved he was for her, so getting that sort of verbal affirmation helps chase away the doubts he feels about whether or not he deserved to be born in the first place. As for giving, Ace is always surprising Yara with little gifts he finds on his solo missions/adventures or on the islands they visit together. He just loves making her smile.

Though she may come across as a little distant and give off the occasional ‘go near me and I’ll bite you’ vibe, Yara actually loves being touched and held and getting that skin-to-skin contact with the people she trusts and cares about. She basically was never hugged or given much physical affection for the vast majority of her life, and has some pretty severe abandonment issues, so she’s very touch-starved. The first time Ace hugged her, she didn’t quite know how to react, but all she knew was that deep down, she never wanted him to stop. In terms of giving affection, Yara shows her love through acts of service. She might grumble about Ace leaving his stuff lying around, but she always picks it up and puts it back where it needs to be, and makes sure that he has clean clothes and enough food/water to last whenever he’s going to be away for an extended period of time. Whenever Ace falls asleep in the middle of a meal, she’s always patiently waiting with a napkin or a cloth for when he comes to again.

2. Is your OTP a battle couple? How do they work together?

They’re both on one of the strongest crews in the One Piece universe serving under a literal Yonko so they’d definitely fit the battle couple description! (Yara is technically second-in-command on 2nd Division under Ace, so they end up side-by-side in combat a lot). Now the fun thing about them working together in battle is their devil fruit powers. Yara’s Tōka Tōka no Mi (Pass-Pass Fruit) means that she’s basically untouchable to physical attacks, barring seastone or a strong application of haki (or the Yami Yami no Mi), and Ace’s Mera Mera no Mi, being a Logia, means essentially the same thing for him. So Yara doesn’t have to worry about accidentally hitting Ace with her sword (her devil fruit might give her an excellent defense but it has almost no offensive capabilities, so she has to make up for that with swordplay) and Ace can go wild without worrying about burning Yara. Being faced with them in combat is to endure both their terrifying powers and combat prowess as well as their (mostly Ace’s) insufferable flirting. 

7. Do they plan on getting married? Who proposes? What’s their wedding like? 

Oh, Ace was probably thinking about marriage even before he left the Moby Dick to chase after Blackbeard. He aims to live without regrets, and he’s found someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so why wait? (Yara probably doesn’t think much about marriage, but if Ace asked, she wouldn’t say no). In alternate universes where Ace manages to avoid his unfortunate canon fate, they get married shortly after Marineford, after they’ve recovered from their injuries. Ace wanted to come up with an elaborate proposal plan and spent weeks crafting something, scrapping it, and annoying the hell out of Marco in the process. In the end, Ace and Yara are probably doing something simple like looking up at the stars and talking late into the night and he finally just blurts it out unprompted. (Yara is a bit surprised at first, but she eventually responds with a smile and a “Yes, of course I’ll marry you, you wonderful idiot.”)

The wedding is kind of chaotic, but in the best possible way. It was one of those things where it was supposed to be a small wedding (at Yara’s insistence, she really did not want to make a big deal out of it), but more and more people kept getting added to the guest list out of concerns it would be rude to not invite someone, so the event turns into a bit of a who’s who of the pirate world. Whitebeard’s entire fleet is invited, as are the Straw Hats because of course Luffy wouldn’t miss his brother’s wedding for the world. Curly Dadan and the mountain bandits also come, and Dadan spends the entire time ugly-sobbing into a handkerchief. At some point, Shanks’ crew stops by and brings a fresh round of booze with them. Yara begrudgingly (after many long discussions) allows Ace to extend an invitation to Mihawk, who surprisingly shows up. They find a nice uninhabited summer island for the venue, probably one under Whitebeard’s protection. If Whitebeard is alive, he officiates. If not, Jinbei does. Ace definitely cries a bit at the altar, which makes Yara tear up as well. (Neither of them probably ever imagined finding someone who would love them this much). The celebrations last for a solid week, but partway through, Ace and Yara sneak away on Ace’s striker to start their honeymoon early. Afterwards, Ace takes every possible opportunity to refer to Yara as his wife. Saying it aloud never fails to make him grin.

10. What’s their sleeping arrangement? Who falls asleep first?

Ace can fall asleep anywhere, at any time, so Yara has had to learn to adapt to that. Whenever it happens, she just shifts around and tries to make them both as comfortable as possible until he wakes up. He pretty much always falls asleep first and will actively seek Yara out whenever he wants to take a nap. Ace’s devil fruit makes him the perfect person to nap with, so Yara almost never turns him down. It’s not an uncommon sight on the Moby Dick to find them curled up somewhere, having a rest. 

13. What do they love most about the other?

For Yara, loving Ace is like loving the sun-- he’s so bright and warm and passionate and all-consuming, but what she loves most about him is his kindness. He can befriend almost anyone and actively helps others even when it doesn’t necessarily benefit him to do so. (This is the man she watched spend days crafting a very large hat for a giant just to give him some protection from the elements, after all). Ace touches the lives of everyone he encounters, commanding such loyalty from his first crew that they were willing to come back and try to rescue him after he was defeated by Whitebeard, risking annihilation from a much stronger crew just to get their beloved captain back. She counts herself lucky to have been drawn into the orbit of such a bright, wonderful, absolute sweetheart of a man who brags about his little brother fifty times a day and manages to maintain his cheerful demeanour despite how much the world might hate him for the blood that runs through his veins. When Ace turned his kindness towards her, how could she not fall in love with him? 

Yara’s beauty might have first turned Ace’s head in her direction, but that wasn’t what held his attention there. He appreciates her steadfast loyalty to her crew and her sharp wit, but what he loves most about her is her honesty. Yara says what she means and means what she says, so he can always count on her to be straightforward with him. He was absolutely terrified of what she might think upon finding out he’s Gol D. Roger’s son, but when she smiled at him and assured him it changed nothing, he knew that she meant it. Whenever he has his self-doubts, he knows he can come to her and that she won’t just coddle his feelings, but will truly and honestly reassure him of the value that he brings to the world and to the lives of everyone around him. He trusts her opinion more than perhaps anyone else’s and feels like he’s found a partner who truly sees him for all that he is. His heart is in her hands, and he’s certain that when she says she’ll protect it with all her might, that she means it.

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Endure XII: Rage

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: The walls of Trost are breached, and you are faced with a horrific loss.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4.7k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

“I can’t believe I’m stuck doing this with you of all people,” Jean grumbled as you passed him a wrench. He banged it against the gate aimlessly, and you smacked him upside the head.

“You’re not fooling anyone when you do that, you know. And for what it’s worth, I don’t want to be here with you, either. I’d much rather be up with Tullia and Eren checking the cannons or something, not repairing a gate that isn’t even broken,” you said, pulling out a screwdriver and giving it a confused look.

“Right? It’s literally perfectly fine! This is just busy work,” Jean said.

“That much we can agree on. Well, whatever. This is just the last thing we have to do, and tomorrow we’ll have picked our branches and will never see each other again. I’m assuming you’re still going for the MPs?” you said, discarding the screwdriver with a sigh, deciding you weren’t going to get any meaningful use out of it.

“Of course I am, and you should too. Look, it isn’t like I care about whether you live or not, but joining the Scouts is a dangerous idea. Seriously, consider the MPs, yeah? It would be a shame for you to become a titan snack, if only because we all know how insufferable Jaeger would become. Sina, he’s already annoying and angry all of the time, I bet he’d just become worse. Do us all a favor, you hear me?” he said.

“I’m sorry, Jean, but my heart is set on the Scouts. You should join, too. You’re the most irritating person I’ve ever met, but I can’t deny that you are talented. If you ever tell anyone this, I’ll deny it, but...you’re really strong, and a good leader, too. You’re the kind of person that could change the world. Even if you did rank below me,” you said.

“You really think that about me? I’m nothing spectacular compared to, say, Armin or Mikasa or you or Tullia,” he said. You looked around, making sure nobody was around to see what you were going to do next before you hugged him.

“Maybe that’s what makes you so great. Now, like I said, never speak of this again. But remember it,” you said, letting go of him hastily and brushing yourself off. Jean seemed like he was processing your words before he nodded.

“Thanks, Y/N. For what it’s worth...you’re the kind of person that could change the world too,” he said.

Coming from Jean, this was high praise. You knew that he meant it, because Jean was brutally honest. He was not the sort to lie about things to make someone feel better, especially not to you. A compliment from Jean was hard-earned and always well-deserved, and so you accepted it with a smile on your face.

“You know what I’ve always wondered?” you said to Jean after a few moments.

“No, I do not,” Jean said.

“Why do they do it? The titans? Why do they eat people? It’s not like they need to. What’s more, why did the Colossal and Armored only break down Wall Maria? Like, why not go all of the way?” you said, your hands on your hips.

“Why are you thinking about that? Happy thoughts, Y/N! Happy thoughts!” Jean said, snapping in your face. You blinked.

“Sorry, Trost just reminds me of Shiganshina a lot, that’s all. I wonder what I’d be doing right now if it hadn’t happened. Probably talking to Dr. Jaeger, I suppose. I was going to work with him when I grew up. I wanted to be a doctor,” you said. Jean began to laugh at this.

“You can’t tell me there isn’t some sort of irony in the girl that wanted to heal people becoming a soldier,” he said when you frowned at him.

“Well, I guess it is pretty silly, but what other choice did I have?” you said.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. This whole world, it’s pretty shit, isn’t it?” Jean said.

A warm breeze blew your hair back as you stared at the looming gate in silence. The two of you, alone as you faced the walls, the bright sun hitting your faces.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “It is.”

And so it proved itself to be, as the face that haunted your nightmares, the face that took your family and your home and your future from you, that walls-damned face appeared again. The Colossal Titan stared down at you and Jean, and you screamed in terror.

“Y/N!” Jean shouted, “We have to get out of here before —”

Just like he had five years ago, the Colossal Titan kicked down the gate. You froze as the world came crashing down around you.

Had it not been for Jean’s quick thinking, you would have been killed by debris. The boy swept you into his arms before sprinting a safe distance away and engaging his ODM gear to take to the rooftops.

“He’s back, Jean, he’s back, he’s back,” you said, sobbing. This was it. This was the end of all humanity. If Wall Rose fell, there was no way you’d all be able to survive. Trost was gone, and it was only a matter of time before your old friend, the Armored Titan, appeared.

“Yeah, you really jinxed us there, Miss ‘Why-Didn’t-They-Go-All-The-Way.’ Let’s get back to Headquarters. I’m sure the higher ups have a plan! They must be prepared for this sort of thing,” he said, patting you on the shoulder and setting you on your feet.

“You think so?” you said, wiping away your tears. He nodded firmly.

“I know so. Come on, let’s make sure our friends are alright,” he said.

Your friends. Eren and Tullia had been up on the wall, had come face to face with the Colossal Titan himself. They were okay, they had to be okay, there was no way they were dead.

You and Jean jetted off towards Headquarters at record speed. Your panic caused you to push beyond every reserve of energy you had, use every last bit of gas in your canisters, until you landed in the courtyard of Headquarters where your fellow members of the 104th were milling about.

“Guys! Y/N and Jean are back!” Connie said.

“What the hell took you guys so long?” Tullia demanded, tackling Jean in a hug. He held her tightly, rubbing her back.

“We were by the gate when it fell, so we had to avoid the debris and stuff,” he said smoothly. You shot him a grateful look for not exposing your crying fit, and he gave you a grim smile. Even if you didn’t get along, you had each other’s backs.

“Are you okay?” Eren said.

“I’m fine, thanks to Jean. What about you? Did you do anything reckless? Actually, dumb question. What reckless thing did you do?” you said.

“He engaged with the Colossal Titan!” Sasha said from where Mikasa was checking her over for injuries.

“Almost had him, too, before the bastard disappeared,” Eren muttered.

“Disappeared?” you said.

“Into thin air,” he said.

“The hell? How does something that big just poof, vanish?” Jean said.

“Don’t know, but that’s what it did,” Sasha said, “Samuel almost died, but I caught him in time. Other than that, I think we’re all okay, for now at least.”

Mikasa kissed her on top of the head, “I’m glad. You guys could’ve...well, either way, you were all extremely brave.”

“Mikasa’s right. Facing the Colossal Titan and not freezing immediately? That’s incredible,” you said. Eren shrugged.

“I had to get revenge for what he did to Shiganshina. He took my mother from me. He almost took you from me,” he said.

“Still...” you trailed off before shaking your head and deciding it didn’t matter, “Anyways, does anybody have a clue what’s going on?”

“They sent an advance team of Garrison veterans out to deal with the titans. I expect they’ll hold them off until the civilians can evacuate, at which point we’ll attempt to seal the breach, though the only thing large enough to block the hole is that one boulder in the center of town, and no way can we move that thing! It’s huge,” Armin said.

“Oh, I’ve seen that thing around before! Yeah, it is huge. Like really-fucking-huge,” Jean said.

“Not helping morale here, Jean,” you said as Daz began to throw up. Krista rubbed his back soothingly and began to coo soft words of comfort at him, though it didn’t do much as he continued to retch.

“Soldiers, I regret to inform you all that the advance team has been wiped out. This means that we who are here now are the only ones left to defend Trost until such a time as the civilians can be completely evacuated! I will be assigning you all to squads. The cadets will be in the vanguard, taking care of the titans, while the remaining veterans will be in the rear guard to aid in evacuation. Remember that desertion is considered treason and is therefore punishable with death!” Captain Woermann shouted.

“Oh, Sina,” Jean muttered.

“We’re all going to die!” Daz wailed before dry heaving, the contents of his stomach having already exited a long time ago. Krista looked distressed but stayed with him, her celeste blue eyes wide and her delicate nose wrinkled at the stench of vomit. You gave her a sympathetic wince, and she frowned back at you in exasperation. The small moment of solidarity with the girl you barely spoke to felt nice, and so did seeing that she was a human with normal emotions, not some sort of untouchable goddess.

“Guys, come on, we’re not all going to die. Statistically, at least one of us will survive,” you said.

“Oh, wow, Y/N, real helpful!” Samuel snapped.

“Samuel, you don’t even have to fight, what with your injured foot and all of that. What are you so upset about?” Thomas Wagner said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You think I tried to get injured on purpose just so I could get out of doing our duty?” Samuel said.

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” Milieus Zeremski said snarkily, crossing his arms.

“Says you! You’re scared of Y/N when she’s hangry!” Samuel said.

“I DON’T GET HANGRY!” you said.

“Why couldn’t the titans have waited one more day? I’d be safe in the interior by then!” Jean groaned, covering his ears in distress.

“All of you, shut up! Samuel, everyone knows you didn’t get hurt on purpose. Y/N, yes, you do get hangry. Daz, we’re not all going to die. Jean, the interior will still be there for you tomorrow!” Tullia said.

“Tullia is right. We made it through our training, didn’t we? We’re prepared to take these ugly fuckers on! All of us survived everything that Shadis put us through. We just need to do it again, for one more day,” Eren said.

“You make it sound real-fucking-easy,” Jean said.

“That’s because it is. Look, if I could survive the fall of Shiganshina as a ten year old, we can all survive this as highly trained soldiers,” you said.

“Oddly, that does make me feel better,” Milieus admitted.

“True. If baby Y/N could do it, then we can too,” Thomas said.

“You know what? I won’t take that as an insult,” you decided.

As Captain Woermann began to split everyone up into squads, Mikasa came over to where you and Eren were standing. She pulled you into a group huddle, her face serious.

“Do not die, understand?” she said.

“We won’t, Mikasa!” Eren whined.

“I’ll do my best to look out for you two, but I can’t be in two places at once. I need to know that you guys will be okay!” she said. You reached for her soft hand and squeezed it. She turned her worried gaze to you, and you understood. More than anything, you understood. She had been through this once before, and she had lost you. She couldn’t go through that again.

“We’ll be okay. Focus on yourself and doing your duty, yeah? I promise you, things will be fine. See you soon,” you said as Captain Woermann appeared to split you up.

“Cadet Jaeger! You will be in Squad 34 with Cadet Arlert and the others. Cadet L/N, join Squad 28 with Cadet Kirstein. Cadet Ackerman, I want you in the rear guard. We’ve heard about your prowess, and you’re equal to at least 100 soldiers, easily. Report to Ian Dietrich at once for your assignment,” he said before jogging off.

“Wait, I can’t be a part of the rear guard!” Mikasa called out helplessly.

“You heard him, Mikasa. You’re strong. You can do this!” you encouraged her.

“No, I need to be with you two, I need to protect you,” she said frantically. Eren growled and headbutted her. She stumbled backwards in shock, her eyes wide and filled with tears as she rubbed the spot where he had headbutted her.

“Mikasa. Your orders were to go to the rearguard, so you’ll go to the rearguard. I’ll take care of Y/N for you, but you have to remember that this is war. There isn’t any place for personal preference,” he said.

“We aren’t children,” you reminded her gently, “We’re soldiers, too. I think Sasha’s in my squad as well. I’ll look out for her, and she’ll look out for me, and Jean will as well, of course. This isn’t Shiganshina. We’re stronger now.”

She flew at you, flinging her arms around you and cutting off your airflow from how tight she hugged you.

“I’ll see you again,” she said before letting go and watching emotionlessly as you coughed, “Both of you. Soon. As soon as I’m done helping with the evacuations, I’ll come back for you.”

You and Eren exchanged looks, knowing this was the best you could get from the overprotective girl.

“See you soon, Mikasa,” you said again, kissing her cheek as she gave you one final glance before heading over to where Ian Dietrich was assembling the rearguard.

“Good luck,” you said, taking a deep breath and turning to Eren, who nodded at you.

“You too. Listen, before we go, I have to tell you something,” he said. You shook your head furiously.

“No. Tell me afterwards. This isn’t goodbye. Whatever it is that you have to say, it can wait,” you said. He looked like he wanted to argue, but at your fierce glare, let out a sigh of defeat, giving in without much protest.

“Fine. See you afterwards, then,” he said.

“That’s a promise.”

You were happy to see that your squad was full of your friends (and Jean). Sasha, Connie, Marco, and Jean made up the group, and you knew that you could count on each and every one of them in even the toughest of situations.

“Everyone ready?” Jean said. You checked over your ODM gear before nodding at him.

“I’m good,” you said.

“Me, too,” Marco said.

“Yup!” Sasha said, somehow still cheerful despite the fact that you were literally about to charge into a district overrun by titans.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Connie said, his normal humor suppressed by the seriousness of the situation, though he did manage to smile at you.

“Then let’s head out,” Jean said, taking charge effortlessly. He was the unspoken leader, and all of you were willing to let him have the role. Like you had told him earlier, he was good at it, at inspiring confidence in his comrades and assessing tough situations.

As you glided through Trost on your ODM gear, distracting the titans, you were reminded of that day so long ago, when Eren had taken you to the roof. The town had been lively then. It was so different now, debris littering the streets that had once been occupied by dancing children.

A single lily lay in the middle of the street, the white petals catching your eye as you soared over it. Blood was splattered against it, staining the pure color an ugly shade of crimson. You frowned and turned away, not wanting to think about whose blood had colored the flower.

All of a sudden, Jean screeched to a stop. You paused beside him, giving him a worried look. His face had gone white, very, very white, as he stared at something in abject horror.

“Jean, is everything alright?” you said as the rest of your squad continued onwards. He reached out with a shaking hand to point at something. You looked down before your jaw dropped. It was a little girl with red hair, crushed by a rock.

“We have to save her,” he said.

“Absolutely. I’ll cover you,” you said as you both dropped to the ground, running over to where the girl was trapped. You kept your fingers on the triggers of your blades, knowing you might need to release them at any moment if a titan picked up on your vulnerable position.

“Hey, Leah, is that you?” Jean whispered, lifting the rock aside. You wondered how he knew the girl. Well, he had grown up in Trost.

“Huh? H-how do you know my name?” she said woozily. You looked back before immediately wishing you hadn’t. The girl’s body was completely mangled from the bottom down, and bile rose in your throat at the way her small legs were contorted. Blood covered her, and you knew she wasn’t going to make it. She had lost too much, and if you had to guess, you’d only give her a few more minutes to live.

“It’s me, the clown from William’s birthday party, remember?” he choked out, cradling her in his arms, ignoring the way her blood covered his light grey shirt.

“Hey, Mr. Clown,” she said, a small smile forming on her face.

“Hey,” Jean said, tears forming in his eyes. The little girl frowned at him.

“Why are you sad? Clowns are supposed to be happy,” she reprimanded him. He gave her a watery smile. You watched silently, feeling like an intruder on this private moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice growing faint.

“No, wait, just hold on, kid! Hold on, please, hold on, we’ll get you to a doctor and you’ll be fine!” he said desperately.

“Bye-bye, Mr. Clown. Remember to smile!” she said cheerfully, her brow creasing in a frown for only a second before she smiled up at him.

“Don’t say bye,” Jean said, his face crumpling as the tears began to pour unashamedly down his face.

“Smile, just like I am!” she said. Jean began to cry harder.

“How can you ask me to smile at a time like this?” he said.

“Because. The only way to win at life is to be happy, so you have to try and be happy, see?” she said, coughing, blood trickling out of her mouth. She was at death’s door. There was only one reason she was still clinging to life instead of slipping into that peaceful darkness.

“Jean, you said quietly. He looked at you, his eyes red.

“What?” he said.

“Just do it. She won’t let go unless you do,” you said.

“I don’t want her to let go! She’s just a kid! She can’t j-just —”

“You know she’s going to,” you said, and though your words were blunt, your tone was gentle. Leah looked up at Jean innocently, though her eyes were beginning to glaze over as she reached her final few seconds alive. Jean closed his eyes before opening them again and smiling at the girl. She let out a delighted laugh.

“You have a nice smile, Mr. Clown,” she said.

“Jean. It’s Jean,” he said. She hummed before coughing again.

“Bye, Mr. Jean. You’re...a really brave person.”

Her breathing stilled, and you knew that she was gone forever. Jean stared at her still-warm body, frozen by shock.

“Fuck, Jean! Move!” you screamed as a five meter titan crept up behind him, taking advantage of his dazed state to reach out for him. You sprang into the air, releasing a set of blades.

Tighten your muscles. Latch onto something to gain momentum before letting go. Spin.

Levi’s voice talked you through what to do as you swung through the air, spinning and slashing into the titan’s nape. It collapsed to the ground beside Jean, who hugged Leah’s body to his chest and gazed at the fallen titan in shock before looking at you as you landed atop its corpse.

“You saved me,” he said.

“Anytime. We have to go, though. The others need us,” you said.

“What about her?” he said, hefting the girl’s body. You gave him a sad look, and his eyes widened before he began to shake his head.

“No, no, we can’t just leave her behind! Damnit, isn’t it good enough that she’s dead? Now we have to fucking leave her to be eaten or something?” he shouted wildly. You reached out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Jean, you know you won’t be able to carry her. We’re running low on gas as it is. The extra weight will drag you down. I’m sorry,” you said.

“I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” he cried as he gently set the girl’s body down. You did not respond, allowing him to take his anger out on you, because you knew it was not you that he was truly angry with; rather, it was this shitty situation and this shitty world that he was raging against. It was unfair. It was so unfair. It was also a reminder that you oh-so-easily could’ve been Leah five years ago. If it hadn’t been for Petra, or if Petra had arrived even a few seconds later than she had, you’d be nothing more than one of the numerous casualties of Wall Maria’s fall.

“Wait here a second,” you said to him before shooting off.

You returned a few seconds later with the white lily that you had seen earlier. It must have been planted in one of the flowerpots people liked to keep on their windowsills, falling to the street as debris rained down.

Touching down next to Jean, you bent over and placed the lily on Leah’s stomach. A bloodstained flower for a bloodstained girl, from two bloodstained soldiers. You were sick of it, sick of it all. You wanted to scrub and scrub at your skin until the last residues of the thick liquid were gone, though you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Even once it was gone, the feel of it would remain, phantom rivers running down your arms and coating your hands until all you could see when you closed your eyes was that horrible, ugly sanguine shade.

“We need to go see how everyone else is doing. We’re both almost out of gas, too, so we have to find the supply team,” you said.

“Right,” he said with one final glance at Leah, “We have a job to do.”

You were silent as you made your way to the rooftop that it seemed everyone had decided to gather on. You noticed in dismay that your numbers were noticeably thinned. It seemed not everyone had made it back.

“Jean? Y/N? We thought you guys had died!” Sasha shrieked as she noticed you.

“What the hell happened to you? Jean, are you okay?” Tullia said, her voice shrill. Jean looked down at his shirt before meeting her eyes dully.

“It’s not mine,” he said.

“Then whose?” Connie said.

“That’s unimportant,” you said, knowing that Jean still needed time to process all that you two had seen, “Have any of you seen Eren, by any chance?”

“No. Ask Armin, they were part of the same squad, though he’s the only one that made it back,” Marco said.

“It’s obvious what happened,” Ymir said, rolling her eyes as you headed over to where Armin sat, curled up in a ball.

“Hey, Min-Min. What’s the matter? Where’s Eren?” you said, kneeling and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under your touch before staring at you with haunted eyes the color of the sky.

“Squad 34 was wiped out. Every single one of them. Milieus, Nack, Thomas, Mina...and Eren.”

So, for the second time, you were forced to lose your best friend. Yet this time was different, because you were different. You had done this once before. You could do it again.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It should’ve been me. He died saving me!” Armin sobbed. You scowled at him before grabbing him by the hand and yanking him harshly to his feet.

“Enough. That’s not true, and we both know it. Eren made the choice to save you, didn’t he? Don’t demean his sacrifice by saying that it was meaningless. Make it worth something. We’re all out of gas, aren’t we?” you said, turning to face everyone. Your fellow cadets gazed at you in shock. Meek little Y/N, Y/N who was never terrible but never exceptional either, Y/N whose only skills came from the advice she had gotten from people far better than her, that Y/N, was standing up.

“Did you think I would fall? Did you think I would break at the news of Eren’s death? You forget I’ve survived all of this before, and I’ll do it again. And so will all of you! I know things are tough right now. The supply team has abandoned us, for whatever reason. That means we have two options: wait here to die, or go get our gas,” you said.

“That’s suicidal!” Connie said.

“You all know the company I kept. Is it any wonder that I am the way I am? Perhaps this plan is suicidal, but it’s all we’ve got. It’s our only shot at success, and for what it’s worth, I think it’s a pretty good shot, too,” you said.

“You do? Why?” Sasha said.

“Because I know you guys. I can’t promise that things are going to be easy, because they won’t be. We aren’t veterans with years of battle experience, and none of us are inhumanly strong like Mikasa, either, but that’s okay. Strength, speed, intelligence, power: they are important, to be sure, but in the end, they don’t matter. None of it does. Each and every one of us possesses an incredible will to endure, and that is all we need to come out on the other side as the victors.”

Everyone was silent as they stared at you before Jean slowly walked over to your side. Jean, who was covered in blood; Jean, who was once spoiled and arrogant; Jean, who was different now, who had been different ever since you had stumbled upon Leah’s body.

“The circumstances we’ve been placed in are shit. This world is shit. I hate each and every one of us for being weak cowards that weren’t able to stop a little girl from dying, and I hate myself for it most of all. That girl died in my arms, and that means I am responsible for carrying on her legacy. She didn’t have a choice. She was a victim, but unlike her, we can choose to be victims, or we can stand and fight back against the monsters that kill us indiscriminately,” he said coldly. Nobody had been expecting to see this side of Jean, a side none of you even knew he had.

“Do you know what she told me before she died? ‘The only way to win at life is to be happy.’ Well, I am not a loser. I have never been a loser. I choose to win. I choose to be happy, if such a state is even achievable in this life. And all of you will join me, because I don’t make friends with losers, either,” he said, pointing at your comrades.

The cloud cover broke for only a second, the sun washing you and Jean in its bright gold light as you stared at the rest of the 104th, at your teammates, at your friends, and you fancied that it was Eren himself encouraging you, supporting you, telling you that this was the right thing to do.

“Fine, then,” Reiner said with a nod, “So what’s the plan?”

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warnings : abuse ( mental , emotional and verbal )

smut ( if sex makes you uncomfortable heres the warning i'll label the chapters )

strong language

kinks / fetishes

depression / self harm

racism

eating discord ( BED and bulemia )

i project onto Athena btw so that's why the warnings

authors note : btw Athena is black and Puerto Rican. She’s also plus size. Fallon bowman is just the faceclaim but you can imagine yourself ! their pronouns are she/they and is genderfluid but that’s later on

PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOURE A MINOR

HER FATHER was all she had left her last hope , her mother is mentally , verbally and emotionally abusive . she was so confused as to how her mother ended up like this ? was it her abusive ex that made her to a abuser ? it didn't make any sense her mom would uplift her then later being her down . it was a ongoing cycle of " baby im sorry i love you " or " but what about me ? " she felt so stuck no matter how many times she'd tell her mom about her self harm and years of depression she did nothing , yes she'd say she'll get her meds for her depression and adhd , yes she say she'll get her the therapy she needs but that never happened .

   for years she thought feeling this intense sadness was normal that everyone has , the trauma she had to endure during childhood will haunt her forever from being touched to being beat by her moms ex while she was also being beat hurts seeing how he hurt her and her siblings left her feeling useless like she couldn't help her mother and siblings she was the oldest child she had to protect them but she couldn't . he'd make fun of her skin , her hair , her weight how she talked how she acted . all she ever acted like was a child . a happy child . he took that from her and left her shattered for years on end .

" stop im tired mom i cant continue "

i cried out to my mother begging her to end this conversation im so mentally drained

" we're done when i fucking say we are ! "

" please momma im gonna pass out "

from all the tears i've she'd in front of her . all i wanted to talked was about my feelings and how my mental health is effecting school

" what about my mental health huh ! "

there it is . her favorite saying , her catchphrase the words she lived by . i love her i truly do but at moments like this makes me think . i began to speed walk away , the tears pooled up in my eyes blurring my vision made it hard once i made it to my room i pushed my dresser against the door to hold her off . i wiped my eyes and grabbed the phone pushing the buttons of my red telephone dialing my dad

" how fucking dare you walk away from me and shut me out in my own house ?! are you out of your fucking mind ?! "

after 4 rings he answers

" dad can you uh please pick me up like today please i'm beg- "

" whoa who baby what happened ?? what's wrong ?! are you okay "

" i cant take it anymore i cant live with her no more she's banging on my door right now "

i stayed silent so he hears the bangs

" uh ok imma get ready but talk to natasha "

natasha is my step mother , i wish she was my real mother she shows me nothing but love and actually listens to me i can even talk about boys and girls with her without it becoming a argument . she's never yelled at me or was nasty to me she loved me as if i was her own she even calls me her daughter i adore her and missed her so dearly that my heart aches

" hey baby what's going on ? dads rushing to get his stuff "

" my mom is abusive and i believe i told you before "

" yes yes you did and you did what i said good good job "

i smiled at her praise

" all i wanted to talk about was how my mental health and how it was effecting school and my friendships "

i said as my voice broke more then once

" i'm sorry Athena "

i was named after the goddess of war and wisdom , Athena is a war who needed no man to make her know her worth she already knew , born from Zeus head he claimed her as his favorite child and kept her close to him fight side by side with each other . ironic how pathetic and weak i am to not live up to my name . im sorry Athena that a weak human like me has you gorgeous name .

" ok dad said he's on his way ok ? i love you "

hearing those words and knowing that they meant true love and not a form of manipulation made me lease tense . the banging stopped and all i heard were sobs

" i'm sorry Athena , Athena baby open the door please mommy is sorry "

it hurts hearing her cry , i think back to all the times he'd beat her and left her crying , at 7 having to come home from school to find you mother beaten and crying was a horrible sight .

the was pulling the door knob

" come on baby please mommy wants a hug "

i have to stay strong and wait for dad but i wanted to hold her and tell her everything is alright . i hide under my covers and curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep . it felt like i had just fallen asleep when i heard knocking from downstairs and scarred footsteps of my mother rushing to open the door

" you're not taking my baby "

" she's our kid jocelyn and im taking her she's 18 she can legally go where she wants "

he walked passed her and went up the stairs with the mother following

" don't you fucking dare take her "

my mother screamed pulling him

" i will not push you because that's what you want ! "

he said pulling himself free and banging on his daughters door . i opened the door and was engulfed into my dads chest shielding me from the hits my mother was throwing .

" baby don't go please baby what will mommy do without you "

at this point she screaming bloody murder we made it to his care i only grabbed my comfort items such as my sketchbook , journal , my walkerman and my favorite book of all time the five people you meet in heaven .

" are you ok did she hit you ? "

he asked looking at me

" im ok and no she didn't hit me but my brain is confused and scrabble i wanna sleep and never wake up "

he look at me with sadden eyes

" hey kid don't say that look at me "

i looked up at him

" remember how i said this ain't your forever ? right now is the first step to a new life with me ! im so happy j can see you grow up now "

he hugged me and i cried into him

authors note : please tell me if this was good also this is loosely based of me and my mother but not fully . we’re doing much better i still love her so much

[sakuraswordly]

Intro: Vaten Hörmulegt's curse.(Tsofph Season 11(Chapter3 The beginning of the miracle))(Connect EP19: sakuraswordly.tumblr.com/(Vaten Hörmulegt curse Prologue)) (I can't wait for this to be complete. This is exciting because Gilgamesh was able to kill both Sonic, Peter, and Punch's hearts.....but Punch's too strong to give up to despair like Sonic and she was the first person to successfully "take his hand" before Syaoran can "take his hand". And that's why Punch's the only one who can handle this. Punch's heart is very strong. Her heart was so strong that she could reach those who were in the darkness.Without Punch's backup Sonic, Sonic, and Peter wouldn't be able to reach Gilgamesh's heart.)

Gilgamesh: This is......unexpected...This is UNFAIR!! Why?! I hate you for never knowing any trouble. That's why I want to win. I wanted you to praise me, just once…! Why can't you let me have a little thing like that…! I almost died every day. I always looked at myself in the mirror, wanting to die. But I was scared of dying, and I didn't want to disappear by myself…! I always believed that someone would come to save me. Someone I love and treasure the most! But Peter...you never came...I quit being human…? Of course! I haven't been treated like one for a long time. I was changed so I could become King of Babylon. I know I'm crazy. But it hurts, and the more I begged them to stop, the more delighted they became and the more they tampered with my body. The myth said I am sexual. Desire sex right? You know what? I was raped. So I'm not like you. It's not like I can do everything like you. All I can do is take my pain out on others. But is that my fault? The ones who made me like this. I didn't become it because I wanted to…! I was forced to become one because everything around me cornered me!! But is it my fault? I hide my pain every day and EVERY DAY!! I haven't become this way because I wished so! I didn't have any choice but to become this way!

Peter & Sonic: Enkidu?

Enkidu: And so.....what about it? You're already perfect, aren't you?

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Gilgamesh: How could you.....!

Enkidu: But Gil.....even though I'm insensitive, I never was able to think even once...that I was fortunate.

Gilgamesh: You are not fortunate....? How dare you.....!! How dare you say such a thing?!!

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*Enkidu hugs Gilgamesh tight*

Enkidu: I am really stupid can't I but even so I can't stand it when people work so hard the people become miserable. — Ah. How sinful. I knew you were weak but I never considered your weakness. I knew you were strong but I never recognized your strength. Because I love you PUNCH.....I always wanted you to be happy........I like you, ”Punch”. I've always watched you, and I wanted you to smile. …Yeah. I wanted to believe that you had it better the more I suffered. I wanted to believe that the more hardships I endured. The easier your life would be. I can't blame myself for being a softie, can't I? I realized that there was no way I could kill you once I saw you close even back then. I'm sorry.........for being such a selfish friend..............and I was happy to see that you've been wearing this necklace the whole time for me......thank you....

Amy: Enkidu!!

*Enkidu crumples to the altar like a falling red flower.*

Gilgamesh: Yes........because you're my treasure........that's why I did have it.....but.......I..........broke.......it........I.......I.....destroy.......with my own hands.......again.......

Punch & Sonic: (And at the same time…What if he......admired felt a loneliness nobody could understand? Where did he go wrong? What did I go wrong....? Like Enkidu said.....He had everything. Everything he wanted was actually right there in front of him. They loved him and embraced him so kindly. But he destroyed it all himself again......)

*His hands are still frozen in place, King Gilgamesh starts to strongly curse himself.*

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Gilgamesh: Did you see now? I am a murderer or betrayer, you don't see from yourself? I HATE this world even everyone. I am a murderer, destructive, psychotic and violent. You did see for yourself, right? Why are you letting me know me off the hook? Why do you still trust me after what my other self and I do for you?

*Thump Thump*

Gilgamesh: Why?....Why are you still walking?…I've killed a lot of people. I killed many people......for so long....I can't give back what I've taken and you said......I have a right to live?!

Peter & Sonic: Of course!!

Gilgamesh: Wha......?! Why?

Peter: Of course. You took lives, so take responsibility---not on your own!

Gilgamesh: Sonic.....Peter......!!

Peter: Where the sin lies nor how heavy the punishment is.....I have no idea. But I will protect you! I will protect you from everything you will be inquired of! It might be my imagination. But my ideal is always to protect those I love. And I will not lose someone I dear the most again!I told you, didn't I? I'll carry your sins in your place then. I'll protect the one I love to the very end!

Sonic: Yes. I don't know where the crime is, or how heavy it is. This is gonna be harsh. A heavy one's incoming! Let's burden this together! I or we are not alone anymore!

Gilgamesh: Okay....and I trust you, my brother.

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Peter: Come back to us, PUNCH. Cut your ties with a jerk like that.

*Echo: Keep living.*

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Syaoran: Punch's Punch. Her heart doesn't change, no matter how much the shadow or the darkness swallows her.… I'm the one who made her like that. This would never have happened if I hadn't gotten scared back then.

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Punch: This reality is cruel but I still love this reality. Even if I sacrifice everything, I will protect the hope to the very end. Even if this is a mistake, even though I lost myself, even I lost my way into nothingness, I never had a regret from the beginning I was born.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Frayed Ties - Chapter 15 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Now that they were alone, Danya reached out and snagged Simon's jacket.

Time to actually get it cleaned up.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Simon said.

"No, I want to. It's..." Danya pulled at the blood and the fresh stains came out easily. "Familiar. A little bit of normalcy."

"Fair enough." Simon stood up. "I'll go see about getting us some of that food."

Danya almost objected, insisted upon doing it himself but then he remembered that things were different now.

They were... equals?

Or maybe such comparative terms didn't apply here, even to indicate parity.

They were just two individuals whose worth didn't need to be judged or measured against one another.

"Thank you," Danya said instead.

Compared to healing, cleaning work was easy.

Especially on fresh stains like these.

By the time Simon came back a few minutes later, Danya was already halfway done.

He reluctantly set the jacket aside to accept the bowl of thick soup Simon handed him.

"So, how are you holding up?" Simon asked as he sat back down next to Danya. "I mean, with what almost happened, and then seeing me kill those two men..."

"I'm... okay, I think?" Danya stirred his spoon through the soup. "I think I'm still processing everything, honestly. The whole course of my life was permanently altered today. I'm not sure how I feel about anything yet."

Simon swallowed a mouthful of soup.

"Hopefully better, once everything settles."

"How about you?" Danya asked. "You had to kill those men."

"I don't regret it. The plan involved them dying either way. But... I've never killed another human before. It's a strange feeling."

"If you would like to avoid such situations in the future, I'm sure Noni would understand. It's a lot to ask of you."

"No," Simon said quickly. "I can deal with it. It's just, I guess... It was so easy. I'm used to fighting vampires. They're so strong and so fast. Compared to that, two guards without much combat training were just... nothing. A human life is disturbingly fragile."

"Thank you for protecting me and I'm sorry you had to. I wasn't thinking and I made a mistake. If I hadn't told him I was a virgin, he probably wouldn't have attempted such an intimate inspection."

Simon's eyes darted up to meet Danya's and his brow pinched together.

"No, don't blame yourself for that. It was a terrible situation, and one I'm glad you haven't had to endure the relevant life experience to prepare you for. It makes me angry enough just knowing that they used to make you strip so that creeps could inspect you."

Danya smiled down at his soup.

He didn't really know why.

Simon was genuinely upset about this but... it felt good that he cared.

"Are you happy about this? I mean... that we're here?"

Danya blinked, caught off guard.

He hadn't really thought about it.

"I don't know, honestly. I think I will be. It's just... different. A lot to adjust to."

"You're doing amazing, you know?"

"Oh," Danya said, startled by the rare praise. "I mean, I already made a mistake..."

Simon gave a firm shake of his head.

"You went in there when you didn't have to and you kept things together and did your job even after things went wrong."

"So did you. Well, you didn't volunteer, but I think you would have if you'd been given the choice."

"I'm trained for this. You're trained for... very different things. I know you're not always comfortable with this side of yourself and I suppose I understand why now, but you don't have to hide anymore. You can be strong and brave and powerful, and you can be proud of yourself for it. I'm proud of you."

Danya couldn't help but smile, though his insides felt all mixed up.

"Thank you. I know I'm supposed to be detaching myself from you, but it still feels good to hear it."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before. I didn't think..." He shook his head. "I didn't think. I tried to give you freedom by treating you like you weren't a slave but I'm starting to think all I did was make you feel afraid and vulnerable and uncared for."

Danya swallowed.

He wanted to reassure Simon but yes, that was exactly how it had made him feel.

"I know you didn't mean to. I always knew that."

"Well, things will be different now. You don't have to put up with my shit anymore."

No, he didn't have to.

But what if he wanted to?

Ten minutes later, Gaira returned.

"You guys ready to sleep? I made up a spot for you."

Simon swallowed down the rest of his soup and gave Danya a questioning look.

It took Danya a moment to realise his input on the question was desired.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you."

"Right," Gaira said. "Follow me."

Unlike the main cabin, this smaller cabin was far from empty.

The whole room was filled with stacks of supplies.

Gaira led them down a twisting passage until they reached a pile of bedding in a far corner of the room.

"You two can bed up here," she told them. "Figured you might prefer a bit of quiet after all you've had going on."

Simon looked at Danya, as though he expected he might object.

"Thank you," Danya told Gaira instead.

She waved as she left.

"'Night." Simon looked down at the bedding, then back up at Danya.

"Do you still prefer to share a bed with me?"

"Oh."

Something sunk in Danya's gut.

He couldn't meet Simon's gaze.

"Well, can we just for tonight, at least? Tomorrow, maybe... maybe someone else..."

"Hey, it's okay," Simon said and Danya realised he'd been starting to get worked up.

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to for whatever reason. I'm not trying to force you away."

Danya rolled his shoulders to relax some of the tension out of them and took a shaky breath.

"Sorry. I guess I just don't have much to hold onto right now."

"No, I get it. Or... I'm trying to, anyway."

Simon pulled his shirt off and tossed it into the corner.

"Things have been pretty non-stop for you for a while now, huh?"

Danya's eyes skimmed the contours of Simon's chest.

His broad shoulders, his firm muscles, the dark circles of his nipples...

Danya abruptly realised that he was being rude and looked away.

Nudity was not quite so casual a thing to Simon and staring like that made him too obvious besides.

Danya pulled his robe off over his head, leaving him in only the thin cotton shorts he wore underneath.

Tonight he needed some skin against skin.

"Oh," Simon said. "Your tattoo's back. Looks like the magic wore off."

Danya looked down and his tattoo was indeed back.

He'd forgotten all about Delton's illusion the second Simon had started stabbing people and he hadn't given it a thought since.

Danya stroked his fingers over the silvery outline of the lion.

It was nice to have it back.

It was part of him now.

"We could probably find some way to get it removed," Simon mused. "Or at least cover it up."

"No. It's fine."

"Are you sure? I mean, it might take us a while to find somewhere to get it done, given our current circumstances but you shouldn't have to just live with being branded forever."

"I... kind of like it?" Danya focussed his attention on neatly folding his robe. "As you said earlier, if it doesn't mean I'm your property anymore then it must mean we're connected in other ways."

"What I said to Sharn? Danya, I was just talking shit because I wanted you to have my knife if anything happened to me. The tattoo has nothing to do with any of that."

Danya set his folded robe down in the corner, and then picked Simon's shirt up and started folding that too.

"I never knew my parents. I'll probably never see any of the boys I grew up with again. So it makes me feel like... I don't know. Like I'm part of something. But you didn't have any say in your crest being stamped on my body, so I suppose that's silly."

"No, I think I understand."

Simon leant back against a stack of crates.

"I was never very close to any of my family. Especially my father, who I inherited the crest from. But having it on my knife, on my armour... I feel proud of that. If you want that to be yours as well, I'm not going to forbid it. I'd be honoured to share my crest with you."

Danya bit down on a grin as he stared down at Simon's crest.

At his crest, tattooed on him in brilliant silver ink.

"Thank you."

"No problem." Simon started taking off his pants. "Honestly, seeing it in that light makes me feel a lot better about it too."

[todoscript]

riding him until he passes out

character: todoroki shouto. genre: SMUT. warnings: 18+. submissive!shouto. dominant!reader. cursing. riding. praising. overstimulation.

anonymous said: I want to ride Shoto until he passes out from pleasure (I know I’m on anon but I still get embarrassed typing these kinds of things)

author’s note: me too anon, tf. what’d i give to saddle and ride him until the sun rises. as always, smut under the cut, and a quick reminder that i’m temporarily leaving my inbox open for spicy requests right now!

todoroki shouto

“Ahh, ohhhh fuck!” Shouto groans, curses falling from his tongue as it lolls out from the sheer pleasure flowing through him like tidal waves while he trembles underneath you. Each surge of your ass down on his thighs feels more powerful than the last. He senses his mind on the verge of collapse every time your pussy wholly envelops his hard cock, which has been thoroughly wrung throughout the night. Yet Shouto has no one to blame but himself for his current situation.

What started as just frisky touching quickly escalated to what was currently a hot, long, never-ending session of fucking. Before this had all transpired, he was teasing you with longing presses of his large hands on your body, egging you on for something more—something heaty and passionate with suggestive eyebrows raised in your direction. After stoking your flames, he got what he wanted. But what he had failed to realize was how… voracious you were tonight. How you seemed utterly insatiable as round after round of fucking, you came back for more. It’s like you made it your goal to completely milk him out by the very end of it all.

Shouto can’t even count how many sessions the two of you went through so far, too lost in the pleasure and overstimulation to even think. All he knows is that you were still going strong, hard at work at trying to make him cum again.

“C’mon Shou, stay with me now,” you sing to him, coaxing his attention to you once more as if it had even left you in the first place. Your tone hits a note that is beyond lascivious to his ears, so wanton and high; it reminds him of sirens enchanting sailors to their doom. Though at this moment, you might as well be just that—an exquisite, beautiful creature he’d allow himself to drown in, let him be engulfed in your throes of pleasure.

While you continue your work on Shouto’s cock, you cup his face in your hands. You relish all his wanton expressions, humming in content, knowing that they’re all just for you. That you’re the one making him this lewd mess, gratifying him with your hot, silky walls continuously wrapping around him.

“Mm, that’s it. You’re so pretty, you know that? So handsome,” you tell him, yet he can’t seem to take in your words fully, too caught on the sound of your skins slapping against each other that reverberate across the room. It echoes in his mind as you come down for a sweet kiss, tongues gliding together.

When you part, you press your forehead against his and keep your gaze on him. Shouto quietly gulps at the sensual gleam in your eyes.

“I’m going to pick up the pace a bit, alright?” You grant him only a cusp of relief before ripping it away with a hard drop. Grunts and moans quickly replace any of Shouto’s protests at the sudden increase in tempo on his cock.

“Mmm, fuckfuckfuck— Baby, I—” He attempts to voice, but your pussy makes it difficult to even breathe, let alone refuse the bliss you’re giving him. To be frank, he wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything else in the world. You feel absolutely divine on his dick, so tight, and squeezing him for all he’s worth. But fuck, it’s almost too much for him at this point, having cummed too many times already.

“Agh, I-I’m so sensitive.”

“Aw, I know you have one more for me,” you coo, placing a kiss on his cheek before adjusting your hands on his shoulders for more leverage. Your relentless pounding up and down leaves him an even more disjointed mess beneath you, reducing him to a puddle. His hands formerly holding your hips descend to your thighs, gripping the generous flesh as if it’s the one thing keeping him anchored to reality.

“C’mon, I wanna make you cum again. You can do that for me, right? Make my pussy all white and creamy and full of your cum?” you ask in a pleading voice befitting of a vixen. Shouto only nods with his tongue hanging out. You grin at his submissive state, making sure each succession of your ass meeting his thighs crashes deep and hard around him. And he moans every single time.

“Mm ah, you’re doing so good, enduring so much. That’s my Shouto,” you praise. The smacking of skins crescendos into loud beats throughout your shared bedroom, and you revel in its symphony accompanied by Shouto’s cries of ecstasy.

Everything starts piling on top of each other all too fast. He feels that surge coursing through his cock again from your rapid pace and the clenching of your cunt. It makes his brows narrow tightly from both the pleasure and the pain of overstimulation.

“Fuck, love, I’m going to— c-cum, I—”

“Yeah, Shou, cum in me. I want you to cum in my pussy with everything you got,” you command, recognizing you’re reaching your own high as well.

Then with one final, deep drop against him, you bury yourself completely on his twitching cock as the man before you groans out your name loudly.

As Shouto climaxes, his gray and blue eyes roll back in his head. He sees stars flash across his vision while he thoroughly spurts white across your walls. You cream his dick of everything it can offer you, your core clamping around him like you’re milking him down to the very last drop.

“Ngh… Shouto, you did so well...” you moan out at the sensation of being filled while singing praises for your man.

However, instead of a response, you only hear breaths quietly inhaling and exhaling under you. When you look down, you see Shouto’s eyes are already closed in slumber.

You stare at him incredulously, realizing the aftermath of the passionate events caused him to immediately pass out. Though you can’t blame him, knowing full well what you were doing, considering your greedy appetite.

A smile curls on your lips at the sight, seeing Shouto sleeping so soundly. You clean the both of you up a bit before tucking yourself under his arm. As you bring the sheets over your spent, naked bodies, you lay a final kiss on his lips, admiring his peaceful form that glows within the bliss of pleasure.

“Good night, Shou. Sleep well.”

[walkswithmyfather]

“When God Gave Me More Than I Could Handle” By Dr Michelle Bengtson:

“People, Christians included, often say that God won’t give you any more than you can handle, but that’s just not true. We’ve gotten it all wrong. Nowhere in the Bible does it say that God won’t give us more than we can handle. It says he won’t let us be tempted beyond what we can bear, and that he will provide a way out of temptation so that we can handle it.

“No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it” (1 Corinthians 10:13).

But that’s talking about temptation, not enduring the trials and hardships of life. I would go so far as to say that God absolutely does give us more than we can handle! But He does so for a purpose. To those who so often say to me, “I don’t know how you handle everything you’ve been given,” I don’t. Repeatedly God has brought me to the place where I can’t handle it on my own. I can’t do it without Him.

Life is hard. Life is weighty. Life is overwhelming. We can’t do it alone, without Him. That’s why Jesus comforted us with the promise that,

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33).

Jesus doesn’t ask us to carry the load by ourselves. Jesus beckons us to find our refuge, our strength, our peace in Him when life is just more than we can handle on our own.

When you feel like giving up, giving in, and letting go, God is holding on to you. When we experience difficulties that are too great for us to handle, they remind us that we must depend on God.

“For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand, Who says to you, ‘Do not fear, I will help you’” (Isaiah 41:13).

“The LORD also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, A stronghold in times of trouble” (Psalm 9:9).

When you’re weak, God wants to be strong for you. He wants to be the rock that you lean on, the strong tower that you run to. The times that overwhelm us show us that God is our source of strength.

“The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him” (Psalm 28:7).

“But the salvation of the righteous is from the LORD; He is their strength in time of trouble” (Psalm 37:39-40).

The times that overwhelm us show us that God is our source of strength. When you feel weak, lost, and scared, not even sure where your next breath will come from, take God’s hand and know that He’s going to help you through it, one moment at a time. The times that are too difficult to handle on our own teach us to trust God even when we cannot see.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight” (Proverbs 3:5-6).

“Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock” (Isaiah 26:4).

When all you can do is cry, God is a safe place to do that because He promises to dry your eyes. When we are faced with difficulties that are more than we can handle on our own, we have an opportunity to experience God as our refuge.

“God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble” (Psalm 46:1).

“As for God, his way is perfect: The LORD’s word is flawless; he shields all who take refuge in him” (Psalm 18:30).

We will go through the hard times but never alone or without His helpful, guiding hand. So, does God give us more than we can handle on our own? Yes. But He makes us a promise that is worth holding onto:

“When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you” (Isaiah 43:2).

We will go through the hard times, the fiery times, the overwhelming times, but never alone, and never without His helpful, guiding hand.

The question is, will you trust Him with those heavy, overwhelming burdens that are more than you can handle?

Because of Him, #HopePrevails!”

(Slightly abridged. Full Web article here.)

[haifengg]

Genre: mainly Fluff

Note: this is just my personal perception of the character and that might vary from person to person

voiced by my fav VA

mysterious man

let’s go

he is tall and handsome but introvert to no end

he is probably also traumatized and scared about stuff I don’t understand cause I am nowhere that old but let’s face it: He has been through a lot

but because he has been through so much he’s technically qualified as master of disaster

there is almost nothing making him lose his calm except for his S/O be in some form compromised/in danger/hurt

but when he does you don’t want to be the cause of his anger because he will bring hell on you

he’s learned that he is fine on his own but better with one strong ally

so if that ally gets hurt in any way he going to protect them one way or another

seriousness aside let's talk fluff

his love language is (in my opinion) acts of service

he doesn’t strike me as the person who would praise his S/O or constantly look for physical contact but rather someone who likes to show his appreciation through a home cooked meal or by picking them up

he likes being taken care of but also likes to take care of someone

so he loves it when his S/O is asking for help in any way

being shown that his existence still has significance to someone makes him feel so special

this way of showing affection just comes naturally for him

his S/O needs to be patient

this man has seen and endure so much that it would take him a long time to confess his feelings to someone since he knows how fleeting the present is

therefore his S/O also needs to be loyal and first and foremost sure about him because he doesn’t take these things lightly

if he says it he means it and better does his S/O

Fighting with him is an emotional mess

he strikes me as a sensitive but he won’t express his emotions as freely as their S/O might want to

this man doesn’t pick up on small hints

he needs an explanation for everything

so he might walk out of fights seeing them as unnecessary but later realizes they actually are bc it’s about their feelings as well

Maybe he has a tendency to be selfish?

one might think he’d been around so long that he’d notice everything with everyone bc he has so much practice but i can imagine that he (over all these years) got kind of numb to other people’s emotions

he learned that you can go about your daily business even if you hurt people’s feelings (if unintentionally) and still get your way

he is by no means a playboy

once he got comfortable with someone he will tell them everything they ask for

tells stories about all he has seen and done

is very detailed with that

asking him about his exes is a pain bc there are quite a lot

but he doesn’t have secrets

bc it’s just not worth it keeping them

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[more-than-a-princess]

This would take some time. Even though it was a simple question of etiquette, calling someone by what they preferred rather than his gut reaction, Sonia knew she couldn't expect the miracle of immediate change from Kazuichi. She hadn't been asked to be put on the pedestal he'd set her upon, but it would take time to dismantle a pedestal built so strong and high. "Thank you for your effort to change," She told him warmly, smiling over her cup. "It is not easy but it is what I want here. What I am comfortable with: to be a normal high school student. I may never have another opportunity, to be just like everyone else. It is a comfort I did not know how much I truly needed until I left Novoselic for Japan."

Being understood was likely a long shot, especially when it came to Kazuichi. But Sonia didn't think it to be the most outlandish prospect in the world, to be respected at the very least. It was rather the same with him, Sonia realized as she sipped her tea: she knew very little of mechanical work, but the idea of it all, and the fact it helped others...she could understand and respect that. "I would not discount the fact it feels like a reflex, if I were you," Sonia replied. What he saw as nothing spectacular, she saw differently. "You see, there are many people out there who would do a good deed simply to prove that they had done it. To make someone else notice and give them praise, or something else desired. But you, Soda-san, you helped simply because it felt natural. Because it was the right thing to do, whether you were consciously trying to perform a good deed or not. That is worth something: that is a side of you I think others would like to see. I do, anyway."

Compliments were still something that could fall into hazardous territory. She could set down the wrong one and have it land on a proverbial minefield, but instead of blowing up in smithereens, as she'd been taught in her military and war studies, it would explode into an onslaught of unnecessary, undeserved, and unwanted affection from Kazuichi Soda to Sonia Nevermind. A problem, as she was hoping their coffees might be the start to some sort of peace treaty.

"Ah, it is more of a polite way to say that I would rather not make your day a dour one, by the choice of topic!" She explained, waving a dismissive hand in front of her. Conversation in the Novoselic Royal Family was an art in and of itself: what was appropriate to discuss and when, how to bring in such topics, how to shut down others, and how to create a pleasant and polite atmosphere. For as much as Sonia touted about wanting a normal life, old habits die hard and she couldn't even fully rid herself of them. Just temporarily, where traditional cues and expectations were cast away for...cafes and spilled coffees, apparently. "It can be exciting at times, museums and other exhibitions. But I was happy to peruse the exhibit with Aiko-san: she seems rather lonely, with no siblings at all in the Imperial Palace and the impossible choice she must make in the not so distant future. She is lovely to talk to, and help put things into perspective."

To Sonia, Princess Aiko, otherwise known as Princess Toshi, of Japan was simply 'Aiko-san.' The only child of the current emperor had endured a difficult childhood: between bullying and reconciling with the fact she was born a girl in the Japanese Imperial Family, Sonia didn't doubt it. But she was thoughtful, and kind, and always seemed to know what to say through poetry or music, two things Sonia herself was woefully terrible at.

"It might be in the past, but if we do not remember the past, are we not liable to repeat it? Particularly our mistakes?" Sonia asked with a tilt of her head and a bite of her pastry. As much as she enjoyed sweets, sweets alongside good conversation were even better. Truth be told, she hadn't expected to find such a thing with Kazuichi, but it was an opportunity to explain her point of view. "People are different because they learn from the past in order to shape a brighter, more prosperous future. Imagine if you were to...oh, replace an engine or some other repairs needed by a vehicle, but had never encountered one before, or one in the design you need to replace? It would make it awfully hard, to not look back on an example and know what went wrong and how to fix it next time. History, I think, is quite like that: the stories of the past can be difficult to hear, but if we are deaf to them, we may end up repeating such atrocities. We must learn from our experiences and errors."

She hadn't intended to, but Sonia couldn't help but laugh at his comment. Not at him, but how innocently curious he had phrased the prospect of dinosaurs at a history museum. "I suppose there are dinosaur skeletons at other museums!" She grinned, taking another bite of pastry. "Natural history museums, featuring the history of plant and animal life. Japan has several, I think, and we have one too in Novoselic. But there are science museums, art museums...there are apparently anime museums in Japan, too! I should like to see those. Perhaps there are even car museums, Soda-san."

She paused, needing the time to swallow and consider her words. Or if she should swallow them right alongside the last of her sweet treat. She could come to regret this, after all, but a part of her...well, it went beyond being the right thing to do. It had turned into something, to her shock, she wanted to do. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her fingers with her napkin and set it aside her finished cup and empty tray. "You should visit a museum, or several: they are magnificent for learning about the world we live in. If you have never been...would you like to visit one with me? As friends, of course." The last sentence was added quickly, before he could interject and call the outing something it was not: a date.

Equally… The mechanic couldn’t hide the doubt from his face, but it eased away when he remembered it was Sonia sitting in front of him. She must know what she’s talking about, right? Even if… it didn’t make any sense to him. Maybe he’s just stupid, or something. Yeah, yeah! That’s probably it! There was no way the princess couldn’t see the clear imbalance of power between them all… right?

…It didn’t feel like they’re equal.

Unwilling to question her logic, he waved the thought away from his mind. Either way, she seemed much happier with him calling her ‘Sonia-san’, as much as it confused him. Why would she want to be treated like a normal student…? Wouldn’t being treated like royalty be way much better? Yet here she was, asking to be treated like a normal person…

Treated like… a normal person…

“O-okay, anything for you, Miss Sonia! Er, I-I mean, Sonia-san. I’ll uh, call you M…! I-I’ll call you… S-Sonia-san.” Suddenly switching was hard, especially since he still didn’t get the idea behind it, but he was starting to wonder… was it really that good, to be treated differently all the time? He never thought of it that way. Feeling out of place… nobody likes that, right? Is that what she means? Or was it something else? He didn’t really know how to imagine it from her perspective…

Speaking of, she always seemed to have a completely different perspective on things than him. The way she rephrased what he’d said astonished him. He scratched his head in uncertainty. “O-oh, you think so?” He sure didn’t. “I mean, fixing stuff feels less like a good deed and more of a… like, reflex, to me, but…” If it seemed cool of him to do that, then he wasn’t complaining. Having her important work compared to his milder daily routine was a silly image, though. Of course her work was much more important! A lot of lives depend on her decisions… or something, right?

Okay, yeah no, that seemed like a huge responsibility to bear. Her work was definitely important.

Trying not too look too lovesick at the sight of her smile, he slowly sipped his coffee while he listened to her talk about her day, but his mind struggled to keep up with the information. Long words and complicated topics never registered easily into his mind. What he did easily register, however, was the shift in the princess’s mood. The topic that sounded like a complicated group of hard words and problems was something way more somber to her. The both of them… really were different.

“Um, you have to decide topics based on the weather…?” Huh, the more you know. If that was a rule, he definitely obliterated it countless of times. Damn. “I think your day is way more fascinating, M–Sonia-san! I don’t think I’ve ever been to a museum before… Isn’t it like, kind of exciting to see the real deal of things from big events like wars ‘n stuff? With another princess, too…” It sounded like something out of a fun fairytale to him. “I don’t remember a lot of what they taught us in history, ‘cause like, it’s people from the past, y’know? Now people are different… I don’t get why we need to know who had beef with who…” He wouldn’t want his future grand grandsons studying who he had beef with, either. First off, that’s none of their business, and second, what was the point? He’d be dead by then. “…B-but, yeah! Museums are nice! I think. Was there uh, any dinosaurs skeletons there?” That’s usually something in all museums, right? “Dinosaurs are cool…”

[writersblog20]

Comfort in the darkest hours

Henry Cavill x Reader

Not my picture. Credts to maker!

Summary: You’ve always had bad nightmares and Henry your boyfriend of a year knew that. The nightmares settled down once you were with him because you feel so safe but one night they came back. Henry takes care of the reader. 

Warnings: PTSD, Anxiety, nightmares, nudity but nothing sexual. And a lot of fluff and care taking for the reader.

Words: 2K

A/N This is really a comfort fic since i have really bad nightmares again

Comfort in the darkest hours.

 You and Henry, your boyfriend of a year now, had a quiet night in. You both cooked dinner and walked Kal. It was snowing pretty heavy so everything was hidden in the snow. It always calmed you down and you felt a peace when it snowed. The world didn’t seemed so dark when it snowed. So you played with Kal in the snow while Henry was taking pictures of you. After a while you both got cold and decided to go home. Henry held your hand tightly and gave you kisses on your head.

Once arrived home Henry dried of Kal and you got rid of the heavy clothes. Henry walked in the room where you stood in your lingerie. He just looked at you and tried to take all of you in. he walked slowly towards you still in the big jacket which was now wet because of the melted snow. He pulled you in for a kiss. you shivered at his cold hands touching you back. you both decided it would be nice to take a hot bath together.

You made the bath with all the essential oils and bubbles. You already got in the bathtub.  Henry came in naked and you looked at the bear of a man, smiling to yourself how you could be this lucky. He had a grin on his face and replicated the scene from superman with Lois in the bathtub. You giggled and you saw indeed that the water from the tub was overflowing. He kissed you passionately and instead of getting behind you, he sat in front of you. His legs by your side and yours by his. He softly took your feet in his hand and started massaging it a bit and kissed them after he was done. You smiled at him, he was indeed very clingy today but you didn’t mind it one bit. You both needed it for some reason.

Once you both got warm again you got out and dried each other off. You both didn’t say a lot to each other but it wasn’t necessary at all. All the actions, smiles, kisses and touches spoke for themselves. It was nice like this. You both sat down on the couch with blankets and tea. The candles were lit and the curtains to the backyard were open you could see the snow falling. You let Henry choose a movie since you both kind of liked the same movie genres so it was never an issue. You pulled the bear towards you and he rested his head on your lap. You stroked his hair softly until he spoke up: “ I’ve never been this happy in my life. I love you y/n” you smiled contantly at him. “I love you too Henry so much.” he just held you a little tighter.

After the movie was over you both decided to call it a night. Even though you had a relaxing night, anxiety creeped up all of sudden. You tried to stay relaxed and tried pushing it away. Henry climbed in and you immediately clung to him which made him chuckle in a low grumble. You smiled against his chest. after a make out session you just held each other and drifted off to sleep.

~time skip~

You had once again a very bad nightmare. They went away for a couple of moths but you always had times where they came back and once they did it was bad. You were covered in sweat and your breathing was heavy. Heart feeling like it was pounding out of your chest. The nightmare was so bad that you were to scared to fall asleep again. You tried getting your heartrate to a normal pace again but it felt useless. Henry must have noticed. He opened his eyes slowly but when he saw you sitting against the headboard with your knees tucked close to you he knew you had a very bad nightmare. He immediately sat up and held you while you started crying. He could feel your heartbeat going crazy. “Hey you’re safe now! I won’t let anyone hurt you!” he whispered to you. You were a very strong woman but at this moment you were extremely fragile, and Henry knew that. He would always love you in moments like this with so much care and showed his extreme soft side because he knew you needed that to feel safe again.

It wasn’t like babying you, he was just as soft as he could be to take care of you and get you out of your bad mental state. He saw that your eyes were as wide as they could get as you were panting. “I can’t go to sleep now… I’ll make some tea downstairs. Don’t worry, go back to sleep.” You told him trying to sound strong but your voice gave you away clear as day. “No I’m staying with you, sweetheart.” You were too tired to argue so you both climbed out of bed. “do you want to talk about it?” he asked you softly while his hand went over your hair with a sad smile on his face. You just shook your head and he nodded.

You went to look out of the window while Henry made you both some chamomile tea to calm you down for what it’s worth. He held a close eye on you. The snow was still falling and you felt the tears slip on your cheek. Henry came back with the tea. He looked at you and put it on the table. He softly turned you around and wiped the tears away with his thumb and gave you a kiss on your nose slowly going to your forehead where his lips lingered, he softly put his arms around you and took you in an embrace. He could feel that your heartbeat and your breathing was still not stable. He took your hand and sat you on the couch. he sat you on his lap, face to face and your legs around him. You buried your head in his neck and he held you tightly. “Focus on my heartbeat and breathing love.” You nodded.

You didn’t know how long you sat there with him, you could feel his hands rubbing circles underneath your (his) shirt. So you had more skin to skin contact to bring you back in the here and now as they call it. His other arm was wrapped around you and slowly went over your hair. You sat as close to him as possible. Once you calmed down a bit Henry praised you. “Good girl, Are you back with me?” he asked you. “almost.” Was all you could say in a whisper. Henry looked outside and had an idea. “well, almost is a step. Why don’t we get some fresh air?” he asked you. “Aren’t you tired?” you asked him softly. “you are my priority right now, tomorrow we’ll have a nice comfy day in, and just relax. So don’t worry. I’ll cross the world for you if I had to.” You looked at him with glassy eyes. he looked sincere and you knew there wasn’t a lie been told.

You nodded and he gave you a long kiss before you both stood up but he didn’t trusted your legs yet so he held onto you for a little longer. He helped you to get your ski pants on and your jacket. He put his beanie on your head which made you giggle softly which made him smile at you. He gave you a kiss on your forehead. “You look cute” he told you and chuckled. Everything you wore right now was way too big for you, because of the thickness of the clothes.

He got his clothes on too and took your hand in his. Kal patted along with you but stayed by your side. Kal knew you didn’t feel well so he was your second protector. You heard the snow crack underneath your shoes. The cold air hitting your face did you well and you started talking about the multiple nightmares you had to endure that night. His face was written with sympathy. “thank you for all that you did tonight.” Henry looked at you in surprise that you had the audacity to thank him. But he also loved that about you because he felt just as cared for and needed as you felt once he wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll never stop until they don’t stop. I will always be here for you. by your side love. I’m not letting go, ever.” You looked up at him and gave him a kiss. “You completely back to me now?” you nodded with a soft smile.

“good let’s get back and make some new tea. I bet the others are cold now.” you both chuckled and made your way back into the warmth of the house. Henry put on some warm lights and you sat on the counter while Henry was making tea next to you. He knew you needed extra loving and he had no problem what so ever to give that to you.

You both sat down on the couch and you took a seat in Henry’s lap while he kept you close to him. he got a book that laid next to him on the small table and softly started reading it to you. if you could you would almost crawl into him so you did the best you could and curled up in a ball into his lap. You felt safe again. You both sipped your tea and you felt yourself grew tired again, Henry noticed and asked you: “Do you want to stay here or go back to bed?” you thought about it but decided it would be better for the both of you to go back to bed. “Let’s go to bed.” You told him and he nodded. He took you bridal style of the couch and carried you to bed. It didn’t matter how heavy you were or how thin, he was a bear of a man, and a very strong one for all that matters so he had no problem carrying you.

He laid you down in bed and put a soft warm light on ( like a salt lamp) and softly put on some comfort songs for you that he knew you loved. It wasn’t loud but enough for you to peacefully get back to sleep and he had no trouble sleeping with those things if it meant that you had good night sleep. You loved him so much for all the things he did. He crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you almost on top of him while he stroked your hair. “how is this?” he asked and looked at you with only love in his eyes. “I love you so much, bear,” You told him getting a little teary for all the sweet things he did. He smiled brightly at you. “I love you too dove, so much! Now let’s try to get some sleep. I’m here with you. I’m not going away and I’ll be here when you wake up” he softly placed his lips against yours while he stroked your cheek. He gave you one last head kiss for the evening and laid your head softly back on his chest. he rested his head on top of yours and rubbed your back so you knew he was there. You drifted off but had no nightmares this time all you dreamed off was Henry and you happy together.

[ratmonky]

Feigned Innocence

Word Count: 15.4K

Warnings: dub-con, guro, cheating, toxic relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, stabbing, blood, smoking, drugging, choking, cigarette burns, obsession, dacryphilia, innocence kink

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It all felt like a dream. Everything was falling into place.

You were finally getting what you had wished for.

Happiness.

Gojo greeted you in front of the train station with open arms.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to tease him.

He took a step forward to wrap his strong arms around you. “I came here to take you home and also because I missed you.”

“You’re too kind,” you whispered as you pressed your face against his chest while blushing.

Swoosh.

The floor under you changed texture. From tile to hardwood.

When you broke the hug, you saw that you were in his house.

You peered up at him, your eyes met his.

In that small moment of silence, the two of you moved gracefully towards each other. Gojo leaned down and you got up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

The happiest moments of your life had just begun.

~~~

“Can you write the report I left in the office for me? Something came up, I’m gonna go out with a friend and that report needs to be done before tomorrow,” he asked after pressing a chaste kiss against your hair.

“Yes!” Quickly lifting your gaze up to him, you puckered your lips, begging to be kissed and praised.

With a chuckle, he leaned down to give you a short kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back later but I may want to eat at home and-”

“I’ll cook your favorite!” you chirped while watching him put on his shirt.

“You’re the best!” Leaning down, he kissed you on your forehead, “My adorable little girlfriend.”

“Don’t call me that!” you said, blushing.

“What should I call you then?” He raised a brow, smiling. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over your lips. “Should I call you my lover?”

You nodded rapidly, cheeks flushing harder. “Y-yes!”

“Ahh, you’re so cute I wanna eat you up.” He pressed another kiss on your lips, this time moving them against yours for a brief moment, promising to give you an actual taste soon. “But I have to leave now, so be good, okay?”

“Don’t stay out too late,” you reminded when he suddenly pulled himself back.

He waved a hand as if to say ‘okay’ while he was getting ready to teleport.

“I love you!” It was you, chanting after him.

Gojo vanished from the bedroom with a grin.

You were the happiest person alive.

~~~

He didn’t come home that night and you ate cold, hard rice after seven hours of waiting.

~~~

“Would you rather wear a cotton shirt or this silk one?”

“Cotton,” he said, hastily. “Black.”

You dug through the closet while he waited patiently on the newly made bed, glancing around the room. Eventually, you found a black cotton shirt just as he asked and gave it to him after putting the silk shirt on his dresser. He put the shirt next to him on the mattress and took your hands in his own to pull you closer towards him.

“I’m sorry for yesterday,” he apologized, looking you in the eye and smiling softly. “I got caught up in the moment and went to stay at my friend’s place.”

“You don’t need to apologize! Your friends and work always come first,” you beamed, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I will always wait for you at home.”

Gojo placed a hand on your cheek and gave you a small kiss on the lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

When he came out of the bedroom, fully dressed in his uniform, you were in the kitchen, making him coffee. As you walked to the kitchen table to serve him the coffee he offered you a gentle smile, his eyes becoming softer.

“Did you finish the report?” he asked.

“I did! I faxed it to the principal in your contacts like you told me to as soon as I finished it!” You sat across from him on the table with a coffee mug in your hand.

“Good girl,” he let out a sigh in relief before taking a long sip from his coffee.

A brief moment passed.

“You know,” he started, “thanks for all of this, (name).” He was staring down into his own reflection on the coffee. “I’m lucky to have you here and in my life.”

Your cheeks flushed a bit.  “It’s the least I can do for you!” you said quickly. “I should be the one saying how grateful and lucky I am that you even chose me as your girlfriend. I love you so much! I’ll do my absolute best!”

He offered you a small smile, “That’s my girl.”

~~~

You two had met through a friend and clicked instantly. Having begged Utahime to introduce you to Gojo was something you weren’t that proud of. You wanted to meet him so badly. However, although everyone wanted to meet the famous Satoru Gojo, it was him who decided who was worth his time.

You being a total worshipper for the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive was a good enough reason for him to consider meeting you.

He loved women who loved him blindly. He enjoyed being worshipped as if he was a God and you were ready to devote your entire existence to please him.

After only one dinner date he asked you to move in with him. You knew it was because he fell in love with you the same way you fell in love with him at first sight.

Satoru Gojo was madly in love with you.

~~~

“Promise you’ll only love me and me only.” You were begging as he was biting your neck, licking the sensitive skin before he pulled back to focus on his hands between your bodies.

His hands cupped the supple flesh of your chest, moving his hands down to let his thumbs run across the swell of your breasts with a grin.

“Promise me,” you pleaded. Your brows furrowed in worry, your lower lip was trembling. You wanted to be happy. Gojo knew your past. He had promised you to keep you safe, that was why you moved in with him, right? He loved you. He madly loved you. “You’ll only love me.” Love me. Love me only.

He dipped his head in a nod, sliding his hands further down your body following your curves until he could grab you by the hips.

Decidedly he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, moving his fist slowly up and squeezing harder as he reached the tip. His shoulders shuddered at the sight of your innocent face, so scared and trusting of him. You were begging for his attention and love. He used his free hand to caress your cheek, you immediately leaned into his touch, desperate for him. “I like this expression on your face.”

Your eyes widened at his compliment. He loved your face.

Gojo pushed the tip of his cock inside you.

“It hurts…” you mewled, pushing him weakly on the chest with your tiny hands compared to his broad torso.

“It’s your first time, of course, it’ll hurt.” Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, discreetly proving that you could never push him away with your nonexistent strength. “Besides, it’s not even halfway in, you can endure it, right? For me?”

Nodding, you gingerly put your hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer and sliding your hand up into his soft hair seconds before he pressed his lips against yours. While you were clumsily kissing him back, you also tried holding back your whimpers as he surged his hips forward until the entirety of his length was inside your pussy.

A shaky moan escaped you and your nails dug into the skin of his back, you dragged them down as soon as he pulled his hips back to suddenly slam into you.

“Gojo,” you breathed into the kiss, mouth popping open in pain. Your arm wrapped around his neck to have something solid to hold onto.

“Satoru,” he corrected before kissing you once again, twirling your tongues around each other and picking a pace for himself.

Ah, yes, he was the closest person to you now. Your boyfriend and maybe even your husband-to-be. Ahh, so precious. The excitement and embarrassment made your cheeks flush.

He pulled back from the kiss and grinned at you, pulling out of you momentarily. “What’s my name?” He used a hand to move his cock between your folds and smear the blood of your innocence on your soaking wet cunt.

“S-Sator-ah!”

Gojo snapped his hips forward abruptly and chuckled as he pulled his hips back. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you said.”

You pouted, staring at him with your glossy eyes. “You’re being mean.”

“Am I?” He thrust into your slick heat slowly, almost agonizingly, stroking your insides in a way that made you question if you had been fingering yourself all wrong. Even when you were doing it on your own, you would imagine Satoru Gojo on top of you, the strongest, the most handsome Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. You had never thought he would be your first but oh, you were so lucky. You were under him and got to see his face as he took your innocence.

Romantic.

“I love you so much, Satoru.”

He stopped moving, his shoulders stiffened as the two of you met eyes. He looked a little surprised and at a loss of words.

Your nails dug and scratched at his shoulders as you whined at his abrupt silence. He was never quiet. Always running his mouth and teasing you.

“You love me too.” It was more of a question than a fact. You were desperate for him to say it. You needed to hear it. “You’ll only love me, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied and put a hand over your mouth. “Now, keep quiet so I can feel good. You want me to feel good, right?”

You nodded hesitantly.

Gojo smiled, it was that gorgeous smile he only flashed to you. It was only directed at you, made you feel like you were at the center of his world.

He let out a low hiss as your virgin walls tightened around his cock and caught him by surprise. His cock throbbed as he tried stealing a few more precious thrusts into your slick heat but he was already at his limit from you clenching around him.

So, he pushed his hips forward until the entire length of his cock was inside of you and the tip of his cock was pressing against your cervix. An audible growl-like moan left his gaped open mouth, seconds later you felt warmth filling your belly.

“I’m… I’m gonna take a shower,” he announced, pulling out of you and pushing your hands away from him.

“Should I join you?” you asked alluringly as you sat up on the bed. You were hoping to have your body pressed against his, feeling his warmth under the steaming hot water and all.

“No need.” He left the bedroom after putting on the previously discarded boxers he picked up from the floor.

A long moment passed before you managed to get up from the bed to change the sheets that were smeared with the blood of your innocence.

You grimaced slightly, you didn’t like the sight of blood.

~~~

The next morning, Gojo woke up to the pleasant smell of coffee and toast. He stared at the newly washed clothes you had put out for him and put them on.

He headed to the kitchen to find you flipping through a magazine. The coffee and toast were all ready on the table. There were only two plates set on the table which alarmed him slightly.

“You’re also gonna eat?” he asked.

You let out a little screech of surprise, jumping a bit into the air at the sudden noise. Closing the magazine, you turned around to face him. “Ah, good morning!”

He didn’t repeat his question.

“Did you say something?”

“No, nothing.”

“Can we eat quickly? I really need to leave for work before seven today.”

He hummed absently and took his place at the table. “Kyoto today?”

You shifted awkwardly on your feet while nodding. “It’s Friday so I’ll be helping Utahime with the third years if they get injured. They are all going out on field jobs today.”

“Isn’t it pointless?” he asked.

“What?”

“Do you even need to work when I’m here? I can do the hard work for you.” Gojo took a big bite from his toast.

You smiled and took your seat across from his. “So you just want me to wait for you at home?” Just like a wife waiting for her husband.

“Yeah, I want you to stay here and look pretty for me, I don’t wanna see you in your pajamas without any makeup all day.” He was taking a sip from his coffee before it got quiet and he realized he had made a mistake when he saw your expression.

“Sorry,” you murmured before getting up from your seat. “I was thinking of doing my makeup after breakfast but I’ll do it now.”

It was Gojo who should have apologized but he wouldn’t speak.

By the time you came back to the kitchen, Gojo was getting ready to leave. He took you to Kyoto by teleporting, telling you to call him when you were done so he could take you home moments before he vanished.

You didn’t know where his house was located, nobody knew. He took you there by teleporting only and you couldn’t leave the house without him. These were the rules.

Now, he wanted another thing.

Your phone vibrated in your purse and you dug around to find it. Once you managed to grab your phone to check the screen, there was a text message you knew he would send to you but not this soon.

‘Quit your job.’

~~

Quitting was easy but having to answer Utahime’s invasive questions about the reason why you were leaving was more difficult than you would have liked it to be. You were able to dodge her specific questions with simple answers and finally get to say farewell before she could start asking you if it was related to a romantic relationship.

You hadn’t told her about Gojo. He wanted to keep everything a secret to keep you safe from any harm.

At the end of the day when you called Gojo to come to get you, unlike Utahime, he was happy that you quit. With a single peck on your lips, he made you forget about the empty feeling you had in your heart about leaving your work.

Meh, there were many different nurses in the jujutsu world, your absence wouldn’t make that much of a difference. They would definitely replace you with someone better and maybe even with someone who had cursed energy.

“Today was a loooooong day!” Gojo threw himself on the couch, “Can’t you cut up some fruit for meeee~?”

Obediently walking into the kitchen you cut some peaches on a plate and brought it to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. “Would you want to have something to drink as well?” you asked with a smile.

He had taken off his blindfold and he looked thoughtful but it was obvious that none of his thoughts were about what you had just asked him.

“You’re a weird girl, (name),” he said, taking a slice of peach into his mouth. “You quit your job because I told you to and you’re willing to stay here in this house without ever leaving.”

You sat on the couch next to him. “Well, it’s what you want,” you said as you reached towards the fruit plate to take a peach. “I’ll do anything you ask me to.” Parting your lips, you took the slice inside your mouth. You chewed slowly, savoring the taste. “I’ll do anything to please you.”

“Ahh, having a girlfriend is nice.” Gojo grabbed the fruit plate and eased back onto the couch’s cushions. “I’m so lucky~” He was busy eating the peaches as he turned to face you. “I thought you were just a shy little thing at first but you’re just passive, huh?”

“What does that suppose to mean?” you asked, leaning towards him, undeniably and unconsciously exposing your cleavage to him.

He smirked, mirroring your move and leaning in closer. “You’re nothing like what I imagined.”

All of a sudden, your heart fluttered. “I-is that a compliment?”

He raised a brow, “Maybe.”

You chuckled nervously, “What do you mean?”

“It’s up to you if it’s a compliment or not,” shrugging, he waved his hand in lieu of speaking to let you fill in.

You crossed your legs before shifting on the couch. “I’m confused,” you said as you rolled your eyes and laughed forcefully. “Are you messing with me?”

He stayed quiet but certainly, he had a story to tell. A story of innocence if not corruption.

“Are you comparing me to someone?” you dared to ask.

Gojo nearly dropped the plate he was holding. There it was. The silence returned.

He could have denied it but he didn’t.

“Satoru?”

“Do you think this place will provide you everything you’re seeking?” he finally spoke, ignoring you.

“Uh,” you looked embarrassed, “I’m happy here right now and I’ll surely be happy in the future.”

It wasn’t a lie.

You enjoyed being here.

Although it had barely been a week, you were already attached to Gojo. This place felt more like a home than any other place you had stayed.

“I’m glad.” His tone was softer than before, “Not everyone would be able to fit in as quickly as you do.”

You nodded languidly as it became dead silent again.

~~~

“I don’t like girls who smoke.”

He made you quit smoking.

“It’s weird when you smile showing your teeth.”

You covered your mouth when you laughed after that.

“I like it when you’re so timid.”

He wanted you to act innocent.

“It’s cute when you cling to me like that.”

It felt like he was looking through you instead of looking at you.

~~~

You jolted awake when you heard the sound of a whistle, it sounded almost like a strong wind.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat up on the bed. The clock on the nightstand read past two in the morning and Gojo wasn’t sleeping next to you.

“Satoru?” you called after him but got no answer.

Something was wrong.

A phone vibrated on the nightstand. Crawling on the bed, you reached for the phone that wasn’t yours. The lock screen lit up and you squinted your eyes at the bright light. It was a picture of Gojo and his student in the background, your boyfriend was grinning while his student stared at the camera with a stoic expression. Over the picture was a notification. A text message.

When a person stares at a bunch of words, they read it without thinking, it was almost instinctively for humans to read words if they knew what they meant. That was how your brain was programmed to work.

Yet no matter how many times you read the text message, you weren’t able to understand it.

Before you could try to make sense of the words the phone disappeared from your grasp.

You jumped out of the bed.

“Satoru?!”

Nobody answered back.

As you were looking around, you saw that the closet’s door was wide open, the silk shirt from on top of his dresser was gone.

No, no, no.

Walking out of the room, you toured the entire house, searching for your tall and buff boyfriend in every corner as if he could hide.

He wasn’t here.

Okay, calm down. He was out for a mission. Yeah, that was it.

However, even after you went back to bed, you couldn’t sleep until he returned just before the sunrise.

You pretended to be asleep as Gojo quietly took off his clothes and got in the bed. He didn’t snuggle into you or got closer to you because he reeked of cigarettes and sweat. Maybe, you were right. Curses left strange smells like this on your body after being exorcised, he clearly had gone out for a mission.

Gojo was the strongest, he had to be there if anyone needed help.

~~~

You cooked a warm meal for Gojo every evening but he never once arrived home before the food got cold and packed into the fridge in a container.

Tonight, instead of wasting your time cooking, you wanted to have a pamper day and decided to spend all evening in front of the television, watching a movie while drinking ice cold beer after a long and relaxing shower.

“I’m home!”

Your shoulders tensed when Gojo suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room.

“Welcome home,” you replied, turning your head to look at him. He never came home this early. “How was your day?”

Walking around the couch, he plopped down next to you and immediately pulled you next to him. “It was such a long and busy day today, argh! What’s for dinner? I’m starving!”

“I… I didn’t cook dinner today.”

“Then why are you here?” he asked while grabbing the beer from your hand to take a sip.

“Huh?” You were genuinely confused, staring at him.

“Do you even love me?” he questioned you openly, “I asked you to move in so we could live like a couple and-”

“You’re never home when it’s time for dinner,” you cut him off, trying to defend yourself. “I-I just thought it would be better to save rice and didn’t cook today. I didn’t think you’d come home this early.”

“So what if rice gets a little cold?” He chugged the beer down to its last drop and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking. “It’s the gesture that counts but I guess you don’t love me. Is that it?”

“No!” You turned to face him on the couch, denying his childish accusations. “I love you more than anything, you know that! I’ll cook now, I’ll cook whatever you want so tell me.”

“No,” he replied, leaning forward to put the beer can down on the coffee table. “I lost my appetite. I thought you loved me, (name).”

You were getting frustrated, your voice cracked as you tried telling him about your feelings. “I love you, Satoru!”

“Maybe I should get another girlfriend since you don’t love me anymore.”

Your stomach dropped, the uneasy feeling started to settle in. An ugly pause was there, your lips curled down to form a hideous frown.

Watching your expression, Gojo pulled down his blindfold and started grinning like an idiot. “I was just joking!” he laughed audibly and forcibly, “Gotcha!”

You didn’t laugh with him.

~~~

“I love you,” you said directly after wishing him goodnight.

“Hmm, goodnight.”

He drifted into slumber right away.

~~~

Just before Gojo was about to leave for work the next morning, you asked him to take you to the grocery store for five minutes.

You bought all the necessities, milk, instant coffee, bread and-

“I’ll take one of these, short.” You froze and quickly corrected yourself. “No, I’ll have the long pack, thank you.”

The cashier pulled out the cigarettes you pointed at from the displays and told you your total. After paying you stuffed the pack of cigarettes down your pocket and put the rest in your bag.

“Ma’am the receipt?” the cashier asked, it looked like she had been calling out to you a couple of times because everyone who was on the line behind you was staring at you.

“Throw it,” you replied. He didn’t need to know. He could never know.

When you exited the store, Gojo was grinning down at his phone. As soon as he noticed you, he put this phone away. “Ready?”

You nodded and he held your hand.

With a blink of an eye, you were back inside the same house you hadn’t left in so long. Between four walls that surrounded you.

You needed fresh air, it was suffocating. A whole week and maybe longer inside here without any contact with other humans. You woke up to Gojo’s pretty face illuminated by the morning sun and fell asleep while watching his gorgeous face.

He was all you were seeing even when you closed your eyes.

“Bye.” Gojo pressed a kiss on your lips and vanished.

Now, you were alone.

All alone.

Dropping your bag, you headed towards the kitchen. Pulling a chair from a table, you put it in front of the gas range and turned the exhaust fan on its highest setting. You took out the cigarettes from your pocket and sat in the chair before lighting up one of the gas stove burners by turning the knob. There was a continuous clicking sound before the flames appeared.

You ripped your cigarette pack open and took one single cigarette out, promising yourself that this was your last, you needed this. You needed to relax.

After putting the cigarette between your lips, you leaned down to light the tip using the stove burner from between its grate. You inhaled deeply, the tobacco from the tip burned and traveled towards the sponge end and into your mouth. Your shoulders relaxed as your lungs filled with smoke, with the tinge of nicotine.

The first inhale was heavenly. Always had been.

You exhaled towards the exhaust fan, letting it suck up all the nasty smell of tobacco and leaving no evidence other than the faint smell of something that was closer to a paper burning. Once you cooked the salmon you were planning to cook tonight for dinner, the smell would be completely gone.

You didn’t need to stress over anything. You could enjoy your cigarette and-

Your fingers burned.

When you stared down, you saw that you had already finished your cigarette and the sponge was about to burn. You stubbed it out on the countertop before taking one more cigarette from the pack. Then another one. And then another. Then one last cigarette and then one another last cigarette and then-

You finished an entire pack of cigarettes in a single day.

That had never happened before.

No, you had one single cigarette left. You… You were going to save it. For one day if you ever felt this much pressure.

Your throat hurt but the nicotine in your system… It felt good. You felt relaxed, stress wasn’t present anywhere, not anymore. It was as if you were yourself again.

Once again, you were the happiest person alive.

~~~

You sat at the dinner table with the now ice-cold salmon and many garnishes you had cooked specifically for Gojo who hadn’t even bothered to text you if he was coming late or if he was coming home at all.

The kitchen was clean, cigarette butts and the pack were thrown into the trash while the entire house smelled of bleach and fish.

You were smiling, wearing that sundress you knew he liked as you waited for him to come home, unsure how long time had passed since the dinnertime. Although your phone was right in front of you, seeing the time could make your smile falter so you avoided checking the time.

He would come home.

At any moment now.

Eventually.

~~~

Gojo never came home that night.

~~~

You were the dumbest person alive.

~~~

Gojo was lightweight when it came to drinking. He only drank alcohol in the comfort of his own home and always expected you to clean after him.

He was childish and he didn’t know any manners.

But at least, he loved you.

~~~

It was a late Friday night.

“Are you drunk Satoru?” you started giggling and you could see how red his face was becoming. He clearly was drunk. You walked over to him and tried lifting him up from the couch. “Let’s get you to bed!”

He groaned, refusing to move while slurring words about how pretty you were and how he wasn't drunk.

You laughed at him, telling him that he was drunker than drunk. If he had one more glass of hard liquor, he could pass out. You were sure of it.

Letting go of his hands, you leaned forward and captured his cheeks between your hands. “You’re drunk and you need to sleep now. You promised to take me out on a date tomorrow.”

Gojo ignored your words and puckered his lips.

A forced chuckle left you before you closed the distance between the two of you so you could press your lips against his.

He pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss. His lips were moving hungrily against yours, savoring the taste of the light beer you had on your lips along with your own sugary taste.

You were both drunk.

“We should just sleep,” you told him, breaking the kiss. “I made reservations and planned out the entire day for us because I knew you wouldn’t.”

“It’s no fun when you act responsible,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “We should be reckless like teenagers.”

“We’re adults, Satoru. You have to grow up,” you whispered softly.

“Being an adult doesn’t mean we have to be responsible all the time.” He groped a handful of your ass and lolled out his tongue to lick your lips.

“Ew!” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand while using your free hand to push him away but he wrapped his arms around you and forced you to lie on the couch with him.

“Let’s sleep here,” he mumbled. “I like it like this.”

You let out a sigh in defeat. If it meant that you two would be sleeping, you didn’t care. “Okay,” you replied.

“Can you pet my hair?” he asked smugly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

You gave in to the drunk dumbass and started carding your fingers through his silky straight hair.

The two of you lied together, listening to the sounds of the outside world. Time passed slower than slow as if it didn’t exist.

You liked being curled up like this. “Satoru,” you murmured softly, still petting his hair.

He hummed lowly and smiled. “Yeah?”

“What do you like about me?”

His tired, half-lidded eyes widened and he forced a chuckle. “You’re way too straightforward. Did anyone tell you that before?”

“I’m just asking because I’m curious and I kind of want to know what made you want to have me beside you.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you combed your fingers through his soft hair. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine. It was childish of me to ask.”

“It’s fine but even if you ask me a question like that… I don’t think I can answer it that simply.” He blinked slowly. “I’m already a proper adult by your own definition, haha, yet I’m still a brat when it comes to talking about serious stuff like this.”

You tugged at his hair, scratching his scalp. “But it’s an easy question.”

Gojo froze for a moment and looked at you. With the way you looked back at him, he could see how badly you were in love with him. 

“It indeed is an easy question but hmm… Where do I even start?” he chuckled to himself. He cupped your cheek in his hand and your eyes fluttered from his touch before you closed them happily. “I like the way you blush when our eyes meet and I like how you cling onto me to feel safe.” 

You opened your eyes but kept your fingers tangled in his hair, gently caressing it and watching him.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“What do you like about me?” He was smiling tiredly, ready to fall asleep at any given moment.

“I like your eyes,” you snuggled closer to him with a giggle. “I like how childish you are and I like your face.”

Something closer to a laugh escaped him, it was the first genuine laugh you had heard coming from him. “Is that all?”

You hummed in response.

“Well, in the end, you like me,” he mocked. “And that means you have terrible taste in men.”

You cutely pouted your lips. “What does that supposed to mean?”

“You like flamboyant and irresponsible guys.”

“Where did you get that idea?” A quiet giggle escaped from you.

“You like me,” he said, smirking widely as he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep in an instant.

Taken aback by his remark, you were quiet for a moment.

He carefully placed a hand on your hip as he moved his hand under the skirt of your sundress, and then he whispered. “Let’s have sex.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” Gojo moved closer to you and opened his eyes to reveal the lustful haze in them. He was already breathless for finally having you so close.

You held your breath and trembled as he grabbed a handful of the soft flesh of your ass. You gasped at the feeling of his big hand.

“(name),” he moaned into your ear as his hand jiggled your ass. “You’re so soft.”

Hearing your name come out from his lips made you feel euphoric.

“Satoru…” you exhaled slowly, it was getting hot. Your eyes lingered on his broad shoulders and sharp features. “You are so handsome, Satoru.”

Gojo stared at you, studying every detail of your face with a goofy grin on his own.

“Stop staring!” You covered your face with your hands and tossed around in embarrassment while your legs got into a tangled mess with his. “Don’t stare.” You stole a quick glance in his direction to see if he was still looking at you and found his smoldering blue eyes intently watching you.

The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly at the way you blushed. “Goodnight, (name).”

“G-goodnight and sweet dreams,” you shyly said it back. “I love you, Satoru.”

He didn’t respond and instead pulled you closer towards himself.

You were the happiest person alive.

~~~

The two of you stood at the top of a hill after a long day of checking around the many restaurants and coffee shops in Shibuya. The night wind kissed your skin as the stars glimmered through the entire sky above you.

You had thought he was taking you home when he teleported. He wasn’t the type to do romantic stuff either but you hoped living together for a week had started changing him.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, holding his hand tightly. “Where are we?”

“Somewhere remote and without any city lights to ruin the image of the sky.” He pulled you in front of you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I wanted to thank you for being with me. I’m not the type of person others tolerate much.”

“Satoru, I love you with all my being, you don’t need to thank me for anything. I should be the one saying all of this, thank you for loving me and giving me a place in your life.” You tried turning around to face him but he tightened his arms around you and kept you in place.

It was quiet for a while as both of you watched the sky.

“It’s nice being under the night sky like this,” Gojo said.  

“It really is.” you agreed. The view was perfect, breathtaking.

“It’s very quiet.” He was right about it being very quiet, you were far far away from any city, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of crickets and the trees shaking from the strong summer breeze.

You sighed softly, “It’s peaceful that way.” Your body shivered.

Gojo noticed that you were only wearing your sundress and unwrapped his arms around you, “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

“What?” As you were turning around to look at him, he vanished.

Giving an exasperated sigh, you wrapped your arms around you to keep yourself warm but before you could internally complain about Gojo leaving you alone in the middle of nowhere, you felt a blanket being draped over your shoulders.

Startled, you whipped your head around to stare at your boyfriend’s grinning face. He pointed at the blanket he had laid out on the grass. “Let’s stay here for a while, alone together.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you walked towards the picnic blanket. “You brought sake?” you laughed, grinning widely.

“And some sweets!” He struck a pose before getting comfortable on the blanket, lying on his back and watching the stars. “I thought it’d be nice to enjoy some time here and I don’t know… Listen to you talk about how much you love me? We should make that a weekly thing. One night you just talk about how much you love my appearance and- ah! (name)!”

You threw yourself on top of him, clashing your lips together. “I love you,” you gasped into the kiss and rubbed yourself onto his crotch. “I love you, Satoru.”

He started laughing, so much so that you started laughing along with him and stopped kissing him. His hands went to your hips, “Who knew you would actually try to attack me, maybe I shouldn’t turn off infinity when I’m with you.”

“But then you wouldn’t get to experience this.” With a seducing smile, you lifted your hips up from his crotch and reached under the skirt of your dress to slide your panties down.

“The night just keeps getting better and better.” Gojo used a single hand to hastily tug down the front of his pants to release his half-hard erection. His large hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he started jerking himself off to the sight of you.

“Every night could be like this if only you could come home early.” You were telling the truth. He was almost never home and when he was, you saw him barely for a couple of minutes before he left for work.

“Is that a promise?” The smile in his voice was mocking. He dragged the tip of his cock along your wet folds as you were trying to find the most comfortable position.

“Why don’t you try and find out?” You reached between your legs to put the tip of his cock against your entrance and Gojo pulled his hand away from his cock to place it back on your hip.

You lowered yourself on the length of his cock, gasping audibly at the feeling of his girth stretching your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh on your hips enough to leave bruises when you abruptly slammed yourself down to take the last bit of his cock inside your pussy.

Now, his entire length was inside of you, throbbing and aching to be taken care of.

“(name),” he rasped, “Don’t move so suddenly- ah!”

Lifting yourself up you slammed yourself down his cock and continued moving your hips that way. The pace you had picked was the most pleasurable for you, his cock was stroking all the good spots each time you shook your hips and it made your legs jolt in ecstasy.

Gojo’s hips started moving along with your own, he raised his hips up from the picnic blanket to slam into you at the same time you slammed down onto his cock.

A pleasure-filled scream tore out of you as you lost your balance and placed your hands on his abdomen, continuing to frantically bounce on him.

You stared down at him, at his gorgeous face being illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes sparkled brighter than any of the stars in the sky. The most genuine look of pleasure was plastered all over his face, he was looking at you in admiration.

Your walls clenched around him, the knowledge of fucking Satoru Gojo was enough to make you cum on the spot. He was all yours, all yours forever.

Groaning at the sensation of your pulsating walls around his cock, Gojo suddenly moved and took you under him. He grabbed you by the back of your knees and pushed them up towards your chest until he could mount you entirely.

He surged his hips forward hurriedly and pulled back with the same speed. His pace was brutal and frenzied. He was thrusting into you like his life depended on it, his hips wouldn’t stop moving.

Oh, how good it felt to be wanted so desperately by Gojo.

The man mentioned was putting his entire weight behind his thrusts, going so deep in your pussy that you sower the stars in the sky multiplied.

“I want to see your crying expression,” he groaned, saying it in the heat of the moment but there was something underlying beneath those words.

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant as he slapped his hand on your neck with enough force to crush your windpipe. Your mouth popped open in pain but you couldn’t make any noise while his large hand wrapped around your neck tightly.

He had this intense look in his eyes, focused only on your eyes, hoping to see them become glossy with tears or better yet see your entire face get stained with tears.

“Cry.”

Panic started to settle in, your hands went to his hand around your neck, you tried digging your fingers under his own to release yourself from his grip.

His hips were still moving, he was continuously thrusting into you with a sinister smile on his face.

You started tearing up from the pain, eyes turning reddish and face turning blue. No matter how much you tried inhaling, you couldn’t breathe with the pressure on your neck.

When tears finally streamed down your cheeks, Gojo immediately let go of you and buried himself deep inside your cunt. His cock throbbed before he spilled his entire load in your womb.

You were coughing, desperately sucking in air in your lungs as he pulled out of you. “W-why-ah! Why did you (cough) do that?!”

“Sorry.” He threw himself next to you on the blanket, chest heaving rapidly.

“That didn’t sound genuine!” you wheezed in anger.

“I apologize. I won’t do it again.” He slapped a hand on his face and dragged it down slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re just sorry-?!”

Gojo turned to face you and looked at you with such innocence that you forgot why you were mad. “It was wrong, I won’t do it again, okay?”

After a long moment of silence and you calming down enough to forgive him, Gojo opened the sake bottle he had brought while you were wiping yourself up with your panties.

He offered you the cup he filled as soon as you sat down next to him and you hesitantly took it from him. The cup he poured for himself was empty within a second, he refilled his cup and chugged the beverage to pour even more in his cup. His face was completely red, it was obvious that he was a light head.

“Satoru, take it slow, you took us here, I can’t take us back home,” you warned but your words fell on deaf ears. Gojo chugged another cup of sake and finally, he dropped onto the blanket with his eyes closed.

“Don’t just fall asleep!” Your eyebrows rose, you were laughing at his childish way of dealing with you.

You put your own sake cup down and grabbed the extra blanket he had brought with him. Lying next to him, you pulled the blanket over the two of you.

The sky above you was straight out of a painting, beautiful and bright. You saw a shooting star.

“Satoru!” you excitedly said, lightly tapping on his chest. “Make a wish!”

Gojo’s eyes snapped open and he stared up at the sky above him. “Did a star fall?”

“Yes! Ahh! I saw it for the first time, I had never seen a star fall like that!” You felt him pull you closer towards himself, a bright smile was plastered on his face.

“I wish that you’ll always be like this.”

“Like what?” You raised a brow.

“Childish.”

“I’m not childish.” You blushed.

“Satoru, ooohhhh Satoru, look a star! Oh my! Make a wish, Satoru, make a wish!” he mocked your previous excitement over the shooting star.

You hit his chest playfully, “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he said but the smile tugging at his lips said the opposite. “I like it when you’re like a puppy.”

“You mean obedient?” It was getting more confusing.

“No,” he said, he sounded thoughtful. “Meek and devoted. I am fond of innocence.”

There was an ugly pause, no other sound was loud enough to fill it.

~~~

Innocent.

The loose definition was someone who was pure and guileless, someone who hadn’t been corrupted.

You were innocent. You were a good person.

To Gojo, however, innocence meant only one thing.

A blank canvas.

Someone pathetic and needy, almost like a crybaby who hasn’t been touched by another. A pure little girl ready to be painted with the blank ink that was bleeding through his fingers and mouth.

Are you innocent?

Yes!

He didn’t want someone like you. He needed someone gullible, someone he could corrupt easily and would always need him. A defenseless little girl waiting to be held by the big strong hero.

Are you innocent?

I… am.

Gojo needed a pathetic worshipper, crying and begging for his attention. Someone he could use with ease, someone who was only going to make him feel like he was a God. Someone who would always and always believe whatever he said to be the law and truth of the world.

Are you innocent?

…

Pure as the chaste women in paintings kissing adorable small lambs. Someone so timid yet so touch starved. Someone who would reach their tiny little hands towards him with meekness so he could hold them. 

Are you innocent?

...No.

Gojo desired a helpless little girl tainted with the curse of innocence.

Are you innocent?

I will be.

~~~

It was nearing three in the morning.

“Welcome home, Satoru.” You were wearing the prettiest dress you owned with an apron over it, your face was painted with makeup, lots of pink tones, and lots of blush.

“Oh, you waited for me to come home?” Gojo was grinning, it was the first genuine smile of pure joy you had seen on him.

“I wanted us to eat dinner together,” you shyly admitted as you couldn’t meet his gaze and took his jacket he was handing towards you, “I’m so lonely when you’re not home.”

He blushed, not out of shyness. Out of excitement. Pleasure. Delight.

Gojo fucked you like he had never before against the dinner table that night.

~~~

“I-it feels weird,” you were moaning and holding onto his bicep, not even pushing him away.

“Tell me why it feels weird.” His voice was hoarse yet playful, his fingers were knuckle deep inside your cunt as you were sitting on his lap in the bathtub.

“Because you’re touching me t-there.” Squirming slightly, you uttered in a soft voice. Your hips were moving against his fingers, begging for more at the same time you were denying that it felt good.

“Where?” He smiled against the skin of your neck, pressing slow and short kisses on your pulse point.

“Down there,” you whispered. You were refusing to say any vulgar words.

“Where exactly?” His thumb started rubbing uneven circles over your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust in and out of you sluggishly. There was no hurry, both of you had time.

“Inside me.” You covered your mouth with a hand as your other hand tightly gripped his bicep. “You’re touching me on the inside.”

“Say the name of the thing I’m touching.” He bit your neck, licking the skin slowly until he reached your jawline.

“Nooo, please, I-I can’t.”

“Why?” He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“It’s so embarrassing,” you cried, voice breaking. “Satoru, it’s embarrassing, don’t make me say it.”

That was enough to make him snap.

Gojo abruptly shoved you forward and inserted his cock in your pussy. You barely managed to hold onto the edge of the bathtub as he began mercilessly thrusting into you. The water inside spilled outside, making a mess you were going to clean with a large grin later on.

~~~

You were the most miserable happy person alive.

~~~

“I need to go for a business trip next week,” he said, petting your hair.

“Where?” No, that isn’t a question a gullible girl would ask.

“How long?” Are you stupid? So assertive.

“Will you be gone for long?“ you asked, looking up to him through your lashes.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “Why did you ask?”

Wouldn’t anyone ask if their boyfriend was going away?

No.

This was a test.

He was testing you.

“I’ll miss you.” This isn't what he wants to hear.

“I don’t like being alone,” you pouted, drawing circles over his bare chest. “I’ll be so lonely when you’re gone.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He pressed a kiss against your hair, “I’d hate to leave my precious girlfriend all alone.”

~~~

Gojo dropped you in Kyoto before he went on his business trip. You needed to get some stuff from the school’s campus and visit your apartment to stay there until he returned.

You went to visit Utahime’s office before leaving to catch the bus to your apartment.

There was a small moment of hesitation as you knocked on her door and burst inside without waiting for an answer.

“I didn’t say come in-” Her grumpy expression dropped in an instant. “(name)!” she smiled, lifting her head up from the pile of paperwork. “You’re back?!”

“No,” you quickly said and walked up to her as she got up from her desk. “I wanted to say hi.”

The two of you hugged, swaying from side to side happily.

She pulled back from the embrace, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” You tilted your head in the direction of her desk, “A lot of work, huh?”

“You have no idea!” Her eyes lit up in anger as she tried explaining her situation. “That damn Tokyo school went on their summer break and left all of their curse listings to us. It’s like a massive joke.”

You froze momentarily. “They’re on a break?”

“Yes! It’s unfair to my students and our faculty-”

“Why though?”

Utahime noticed your face contorting into something vile, she forced a smile on her own to ease the mood. “It’s always been like this, don’t you remember? They go on a summer break a month before us and leave their work to us.”

Your blood ran cold at her words. You remembered. Then why was Gojo going to work dressed in his teacher uniform every day when there wasn’t any work?

“So, they’re just doing fieldwork? The teachers... I mean.” Desperate. You were desperate to make logic out of your own situation.

“I don’t think so. I heard Nanami is working with his partner and tracking down curses around Tokyo but I haven’t heard anything about that guy . He never does fieldwork anyway, he says he’s too strong for that.” Satoru Gojo didn't do fieldwork.

“What’s Gojo doing nowadays? Do you know anything?” you asked.

“Ugh, you should give up on him, (name)!” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You said it didn’t work out between the two of you. That guy doesn’t deserve you.”

“I’m just asking.” Your tone was cold.

Utahime stumbled on her words, you were never this inanimate. “Shoko said he was fooling around with different women every day.”

It was as if someone poured ice-cold water over your head and swung you into a blizzard, your teeth started chattering but you clenched your jaw to stop it.

“(name)?” Utahime put a hand on your shoulder, her voice was filled with worry. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine.” You had to hold back your tears. “It’s unfair that they go on a break and do nothing while you’re working non-stop like this.”

“Right?” Her own shoulders eased and she smiled. “They all think they’re too good for doing paperwork.”

“What do you expect from stupid city people?” you grinned.

“Ahh, I missed this!” Utahime wrapped her arms around you one more time. “Let’s go out for a coffee, I’m almost done with work so you can sit here and wait.”

“No,” you replied and she hesitantly pulled herself back. “I mean, I need to get some stuff from my old office. You can work at your own pace and I’ll meet you at our usual place. Is that fine with you?”

She nodded happily and embraced you again.

As soon as you left your office, your smile dropped.

You went back to the infirmary while stomping with each step. Biting your bottom lip, you refused to cry until you could lock yourself inside your old office. However, your tears fell anyway even before you reached the door.

How miserable.

How stupid.

How pathetic.

Covering your mouth, you threw yourself inside and locked the door behind you as the entire world melted down around you.

You were never enough. Never.

You weren’t innocent enough. You weren’t the one he wanted but he was keeping you at his home. He had at least treasured you enough to share his bed with you under his roof.

Was that even his house? Maybe he had a dozen other girls like you, waiting for him at their perfect little house.

No. Stop.

He loved you. He had to.

He promised you that he would love you and only you.

You could do better.

You could forge yourself to be the perfect girl for him. You were already trying to be what he wanted you to be. It wouldn’t be that hard to pretend to be more innocent, you could open your legs wider and act like you didn’t want him to touch you but secretly want it. You could cry in his arms and-

Wait. Calm down.

What if this was another test?

He had told you to keep your relationship with him a secret. Maybe Shoko was covering for his absence, she was his friend after all.

Maybe he wanted to see how you would react.

There had to be a logical explanation. Gojo was loyal to you. He had promised.

Did he really promise?

He didn’t even open his mouth to say that he loved you, what made you think he promised to only love you?

…

You weren’t dumb.

You weren’t some innocent girl he desperately wanted but he wasn’t exactly what you wanted either.

But still, you had hope. You were hoping that you could change him or become the girl he wanted.

Your hands started to shake violently, your vision was blurry with tears and throat sore from a scream that you hadn’t even let out.

He had let you become a part of his life for a reason. He had to be confused about his feelings about you. No. You had to show him that you were all he needed. Only then he would understand.

Gasping in relief, you walked over towards the medicine cabinet with a nightmarish smile and opened it while laughing.

You were the only one who could make his pitiful empty house into a loving home.

You just had to prove it to him.

~~~

Gojo returned three days later to take you to his house.

He was the same. Childish, cheerful, and playful.

You were different. Timid, meek, and gullible.

~~~

You tried your best.

You really did.

He remained the same.

Without giving anything in return, he expected you to love him unconditionally. He wanted you to beg for his attention and drink the hard liquor he gave you until you couldn’t see straight so he could easily make you cry.

He loved it when you cried. It was some fetish he had which you had failed to notice before. He got hard when you acted stupid and spoke like a clueless virgin.

“Why are you touching me like that?”

“Something is poking me, is that your phone?”

“It feels weird.”

“I don’t think it’ll fit in, it’s too big for me.”

“Am I doing good?”

Yet, he still went to ‘work’ and came late at night.

And you still waited for him, wearing your prettiest dresses with your best lingerie underneath and with the dinner ready.

Haven’t you learned?

You can’t tame a feral beast unless you use force.

~~~

You stopped trying and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

He was probably busy with work outside of school and didn’t have much time to give you attention.

~~~

He brought you here because he knew you were powerless and could never hurt him. He wanted a pet to wait for him until he returned back home so he wouldn’t be lonely. You only had to act like a puppy and wag your tail when you saw him.

His house was the only place he didn’t turn on his infinity and dropped his guard. It was because he was safe with you. Nobody knew his address. Nobody could hurt him here.

He only drank in the comfort of his own home. He drank the same hard liquor he made you drink to get drunk easily and doze off after or in the middle of fucking you.

Satoru Gojo was a pathetic and lonely man who needed the warmth of a pitiful woman who worshipped him to feel better about his miserable life.

You could see it all clearly now.

It made you understand him.

Now, you knew the actual reason why he wanted someone innocent. He wanted to corrupt them like the jujutsu world had done to him from the moment he was born. He was never innocent, not even at birth. He was envious of those with innocence and wanted to take it for himself. Poetic.

He was still a little kid trapped within a man who had never felt happy in his life.

You were going to make him happy.

~~~

He reeked of vanilla, the kind of vanilla aroma used in those expensive perfume bottles you could never afford as he got under the sheets next to you.

The smell was overwhelming all of your senses from the moment he stepped inside the apartment and took a shower to mask the perfume’s aroma with his own body wash but what he didn’t know was how well expensive perfumes like this stuck.

You played dumb, didn’t say anything, and pretended to be asleep.

However, his hands wandered over your torso, he was fondling and caressing the supple flesh of your breasts under your shirt while breathing hard on your neck.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered, the smile in his voice was playful.

You didn’t answer.

He pressed himself against you, making you feel the growing erection under the fabric of his boxers.

You didn’t move.

“Ahh, you’re really sleeping?” He sounded disappointed, sad. “I miss the times you used to wait for me with a cooked warm meal and wearing a pretty dress~”

A long moment passed before he sighed and pulled his hands back when you continued ignoring him. “You’re no fun anymore,” he mumbled under his breath but you heard him.

~~~

He wasn’t going to change. You changed yourself to fit in his ideals but he would never do the same for you. Not unless you forced him to do it.

He had to try hard like you.

That was how relationships worked, you both build yourselves up and pretend to be different people for the sake of the other person.

Nobody would love him as much as you did, nobody would be able to provide him the things he needed like you did.

Gojo needed you in his life.

He had to understand that.

You were perfect for each other.

The sound of the running fridge was deafening in the dead silence of this house. It was giving you a terrible headache as you stared at the pills you had stolen from the school before crushing them all together until they turned into fine powder.

It felt funny looking at the crushed pills. You had caught many students crushing the pills they got from you after faking to be in severe pain to snort them. They never knew about the side effects of mixing these two pills or how badly it could numb your body if you abused it too much.

However, nobody cared about what the school nurse had to say. Did anyone even care what you had to say?

Guess not.

Returning to the present, you carefully rolled the paper with the crushed pills into a small cone and lifted the top cork, it made a loud ‘pop’ sound.

Thankfully, he had opened a new hard liquor bottle so you didn’t need to go through the interrogation or teasing about why you had opened a bottle when you never liked hard liquor in the first place.

Although you liked the way they made cigar taste good and left a nasty aftertaste in your mouth for some reason you enjoyed, another good thing about most of the fancy hard liquor bottles was that they were opaque with lots of design on them, making it impossible to see the mushy and powdery substance at the bottom.

You could never make him happy.

~~~

He didn’t come home early enough to enjoy a drink.

The next day was the same and the day after that and the day after that.

But you were patient.

You waited.

You waited in your pretty dresses with cute innocent smiles and let him fuck you in your sleep as he wanted until the day arrived.

“Welcome home, Satoru!” You were tilting your head, smiling without any teeth because you knew he hated seeing them. “How was your day today?”

“Loooong and booooring!” he whined as he took off his blindfold and shrugged off of his jacket. “What’s for dinner?”

“Beef, like you asked.” You took his jacket to hang it so it wouldn’t get any wrinkles. The strong smell hit you before you even reached for the coat hanger though. It reeked of a different perfume and cigarettes. You could tell that whoever it was, they liked their tobacco strong, the smell was closer to a cigar.

“Ahh, great! You’re the best! I was looking forward to eating meat today!” He was already walking towards the living room while you were trembling in anguish.

Following him into the living room and to the dining table, you kept on your smile, your cheeks were hurting from smiling. “I hope you’ll like it, I made lots of veggies as a garnish if the beef isn’t too fulfilling.”

“Your cooking always hits the spot, I’ll eat the whole plate and lick it clean.” He was laughing between his words as he took a seat.

“We should cook together this weekend, it’d be fun.” You lifted the tin foil up from the plates and the steam coming from the beef was visible for a moment before disappearing.

“Yes!” Gojo rubbed his hands together and grabbed his cutlery from the table. “This looks delicious!”

You sat across from him and lifted the foil from your own plate to join him to eat. “What did you do today?”

“Work, lots of work,” he said while cutting his thick slice of beef, the knife was moving repeatedly and with force until it started grazing the plate. Using his work he put the large meat piece in his mouth, chewing slowly.

“Were your students causing any trouble?” you asked, cutting your own thin slice with a little too much force.

“I wouldn’t say so, they’re all doing their individual fieldwork right now. One of them is in Africa with another student while Megumi is in Tokyo. I’m usually with him, he needs a lot to learn if he wants to get better. You met him, remember?”

“The one you adopted,” you nodded.

“The one I adopted,” he echoed, mimicking your nodding. “He’s got potential, he will get stronger and I have to be there to help him.”

“You should bring him here,” you replied. “I’d love to cook something for him. He’s a part of the Gojo family like me, right?”

Gojo stopped chewing for a brief second and stared at you blankly.

“Sorry, was that too much?” You meekly put your cutlery down and reached for the glass of water. “I just remembered what you told me about his family so I figured it’d be nice to include him with us.” Please, just go along with it.

“He’s busy,” he said, straight to the point as if to tell you to shut up.

“What about when it’s the summer break?” Your smile was twitching. Please Gojo, give me at least this. Show me that you want me here.  

“The beef is delicious,” he said suddenly, shoving another piece in his mouth. He spoke again with his mouth full. He was simply trying to distract you from the sweat droplets that were forming on his face. “I really like the seasoning and the sauce you used.” You’re a useless piece of shit. Full of lies.

“Thank you. It’s my own recipe.” Your hands were shaking but you stopped them with your willpower alone. I have to do it. I have no other choice.

It was your own fault for thinking the two of you could get over this like two adults.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful, he lied to you about his goofy day and you pretended to be amazed by everything he told you.

“Ahh, I’m so full!” He plopped down on the couch and put a hand on his stomach. “I can barely moveeeeee!”

“I’ll do the dishes,” you said, making a move to go to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you grab something to drink so we can sit here for a while? You can do the dishes later!” he whined, patting on the couch cushion roughly and telling you to join him.

“Are you sure?”

When you peered inside the living room, he had already grabbed the hard liquor bottle from the coffee table in front of him.

“Absolutely! Can you just bring me a glass?”

“Okay.” Your ears were burning at the same time your limbs started to feel heavy. It was happening.

You returned from the kitchen with a canned beer and a glass for your boyfriend. He took the glass from you and poured a generous amount of liquor into it. Your legs shook in anticipation until he brought the glass up to his lips, taking a small sip before putting it aside.

His nose scrunched at the taste, somewhat a lot more bitter than usual but he didn’t think much of it as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I like this,” he hummed happily. “You’re the only thing that makes me excited to come home. Before we met, this place was such an empty and quiet house but now with you in it, it feels like a loving home. It’s baffling to me how a little woman like you can make such a drastic change in my life.”

Opening your can of beer, you took a long sip to calm your nerves and stop listening to his lies but he continued speaking.

“I feel like I’m more mature thanks to you. I am responsible and doing my own paperwork and work every day to come home to you. I may work overtime every once in a while but I’m truly grateful that you’re always here. I don’t think I would be this happy without you, (name).”

He was staring at you, the unsettling blue of his eyes was threatening to drown you and drag you to the bottom of the ocean to show you the dangers you had never seen before.

He wanted to make sure you were listening, make sure that you believed each and every word that came out of his filthy mouth.

You were only looking at his hand on his thigh though. He was repeatedly tapping his forefinger on his leg, fidgeting impatiently and waiting for you to give him a response in admiration. A response where you would smile and kiss him, telling him how much you loved him and didn’t deserve him.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Pause.

He noticed your stare and used his hand to grab the glass of liquor instead.

“I love you,” you said as he took a mouthful from his liquor, finishing it in one go. “You love me too, right?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his arm away from you and reached forward to pour more liquor into his glass.

“Say it.” Your voice came off demanding.

“Huh? What are… What are you talking about?” He was slurring his words and his face was flushed from alcohol, his sense of danger was way too low because he knew his beautiful little passive girlfriend could never harm him. You didn’t have any cursed energy nor would you even think about hurting him. You were desperately and pathetically in love with him after all. A pet. That was all you were. Nothing but a pet.

“Say that you love me, Satoru. Please.” You didn’t know why but your voice broke. Internally shaking your head, you put your beer can aside and turned to face him. “Please just… say it.”

“I love you?” he laughed at the way he said it. Even he didn’t believe in what he was saying. “Why are you whining like a puppy? You’re my girlfriend and you live with me, would I let you live with me if I didn’t love you?” He drank his second glass in one go as well but immediately after drinking it, he put a hand against his head. A sharp pain was drilling into the side of his head, everything started to spin. “Argh, I think… I think I need to lay down.” He stood up and stumbled forward. “L-let’s go to bed.”

His pulse had quickened, he could feel his own heart hammering through his chest as you held him by his arm and led him towards his bedroom.

“You know, Satoru,” you started, a chuckle escaping from you as you loosened your hold around him. “Even a neglected puppy would bite its owner.”

He slapped a hand on his face, the spinning was getting worse and worse. “(n-name)?” His voice was filled with worry, “Don’t leave me, I think I’m going to fall.” He held onto you helplessly, wobbling from side to side.

It would be impossible for anyone else to make sense out of his drunken slurring and mumbling but you understood him the best.

“I’m here,” you said, pushing him towards the bed.

Gojo passed out on the bed with a smile.

You threw yourself next to him and hesitantly lifted your hand to caress his face. “I’ll always be here.”

Your hand touched the warm skin of his face, using your thumb you rubbed gentle circles over his cheek. Eyelashes fluttered in response to your soft touch. He looked angelic when he was sleeping.

Placing your hand on his forehead, you combed your fingers through his hair to push his hair back.

You were both wrecks who happened to crash into each other, you could see that he needed you in his life because he was tired of being alone. Terrified of the silence of the house, wanting to fill it with your cheerful voice.

“Will you always be there for me too?” you asked, knowing that he wasn’t going to give you an answer but still foolishly looking at him with admiration and waiting for him to reply with a ‘yes'.

You dove your other hand into the pocket of his pants and pulled his phone out. There weren't any texts or calls in his notifications. Nobody cared about him. Nobody liked him. Nobody would tolerate him.

He was an arrogant man-child who only happened to be born into the Gojo family, blessed with powers no other person could estimate how strong they were.

Nobody wanted to be around him unless it was business, he had no friends. Nobody needed him. When people needed him it was solely because they needed his help in defeating a curse.

Others needed him because he was Satoru Gojo .

You needed him because he was Satoru Gojo.

All he had to do to keep you was to prove it to you.

You had to do it.

~~~

The bed was creaking and the springs in the mattress were squeaking in a steady rhythm.

Gojo couldn’t open his eyes yet but he could somewhat feel the tingling in his lower body. Something was coiling in his stomach, it was a familiar feeling of an orgasm. He clearly was having a wet dream. Ahh, whichever babe he was fucking had a sopping wet cunt. The squelching sounds were delicious. It was like music to his ears. But then his brows furrowed and he turned his head on his pillow when he heard your gasped moans. Why were you here?

Ahh, right.

You were his girlfriend.

He blinked once and twice, his vision was still blurry. His entire body felt feverish and it took him the last bits of the energy he had within him to open his eyes. He noted to the back of his head to never drink hard liquor again.

A sharp pain made his mouth pop open.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

Your voice reached him, your needy moans, and the feeling of your tiny hands on his stomach. He could feel your warmth wrapping around his cock but there was something else, foreign.

“Satoruuu,” you moaned, angling your hips just right and clenching around him.

He started smiling, humming in delight. Sometimes even a girl like you knew what a guy needed after a long day. His mouth opened but no noise would come out. Ugh, he was numb all over. Alcohol was scary.

You were bouncing on his cock and moving your hips, doing the ultimate combo attack for his poor cock. Haha, at least after two weeks you had learned how to use your hips to please him. He was proud of himself for forging you to become the perfect girl he desired. It was for the best, he was getting old and needed someone waiting for him at home so he would feel less lonely. Everyone around him was growing up, which made him feel empty inside. As immature he was, Gojo could never become the adult everyone expected him to be when he was never raised properly as a child.

Pampered, spoiled, and told to be the best thing in the world as a child had gotten into his head.

He believed he was the strongest and he actually was the strongest. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

“(name),” he mumbled, a tired smile tugging at his lips as he was trying to keep his eyes open to look at your flushed face. “That feels so good.”

You were grinning down at him, moving your hips passionately to a rhythm only you could hear. “It does?”

“Ye-ah!” His groan broke into a moan and he lifted his hand up towards your face for no other reason than to squeeze your cheeks together until your lips puckered and you looked at him with that helpless expression on your face but that didn’t happen.

A continuous clicking sound filled his ears, just like a zipper being undone.

He saw you lift your arm above your head with something in your hand, it was yellow and silver. You swung your arm towards his hand with a giggle. “Does it feel good?”

Gojo was confused as to why you would ask him the same question twice, were you also drunk?

Scoffing, he focused his attention on the strange feeling of warmth inside of his palm. With visible confusion he stared at the hand he had reached out for you and saw red. The dark red liquid was oozing out of a nasty gore. It was blood, he realized, his blood.

There was a moment of disbelief as his now wide-open eyes landed on your delirious expression. You were still bouncing on his cock but blood had splattered across your pretty face, giving you the most manic appearance he had ever seen on a woman. “W-what are you doing?”

“We’re making love!” you exclaimed in crazed delight.

You looked intoxicated and terrifying. Wait no… this was your real face.

Was he having a nightmare?

“Satoruuu,” you whined, bringing a box cutter covered in blood up to your lips and licking the blade clean, cutting your own tongue in the process. You were too lost in pleasure to feel the pain. “I love this look on your face.”

His limbs wouldn’t move and the headache from before… he couldn’t think normally. Dizzy and swimming inside his own thoughts, Gojo was completely helpless.

Infinity. He could- ah.

The sharp and unbearable pain abruptly stabbed him in the shoulder, metaphorically and literally. He was staring at the blade that was halfway into his flesh and the blood gushing out while you slammed yourself down onto his cock, your walls clamping on him.

“Stop!” he croaked, hating this feeling of being inferior to someone like you. “W-why are you-”

“Why?” you echoed in an exaggerated yet mocking exasperation. “Because you don’t love me! I need to hear it, Satoru. I need to hear it from your own little pathetic voice.”

“Have you lost your mind- ah-”

You moved your hips frenziedly and pulled the box cutter out from his flesh. More blood splattered across you, covering your bare chest and stomach while the bleeding wound started coloring his chest completely red with his blood.

His hand pressed over the wound desperately to help ease the sharp pain and hopefully stop the bleeding but he was weaker than weak. He couldn’t press hard enough to stop the flow.

The only person who could help him was smiling down at him as he squirmed in pain, bleeding furiously.

Helpless.

He was at your mercy.

“You won’t die, you know,” you barked out a laugh when you noticed the way he was glaring at you. “You can heal yourself, right? Maybe not now but later. Oh, maybe you can die. If I’m not careful. Maybe. Perhaps! Maybe!”

You had gone insane, that was the only logical explanation.

“(name),” he hissed, talking through his teeth with such anger you had never seen on him before. “Get off me.”

“Why do you always lie to me?” you asked, pointing the blade of the box cutter towards his face. “Am I just a pet to you? Do you even care about me?”

“What are you talking about?” He could move his legs but the feeling of his limbs hadn’t returned. If he could keep you busy long enough he could turn on infinity and throw you off but the headache that was making him dizzy and unable to think smoothly… he didn’t know if he could get rid of it.

“You’re cheating on me.”

Oh.

“(name).” A wave of despair washed all over him and he blurted out, “I would never do that to you, I love you more than anyone.”

This time what he said must have struck a chord because your smile disappeared. You furrowed your brows before talking and dropped the box cutter on the bed. “What?”

“I love you.” The sheets under him felt cold from the wetness of his blood.

You stared blankly at him. Then grinned before lifting your hips up and slamming down onto his rock-hard cock.

His ears started to ring from the pressure against his cock. He had been drugged, that was the only explanation for him still having this erection you were toying with inside your pussy.

“You don’t need to lie to me, there’s no need for you to try to lie to me to stop. We both know that I can’t kill you because I love you but... You can kill me whenever you want.” You stilled with his cock inside you and reached behind you to grab a lighter and a single cigarette. “I know you don’t like me one bit. I’m just a pet, something to wait for you at home and give you all of its attention. Something to stick your dick in whenever you want after you molded it into your own desired shape.”

He was speechless. All he could do was watch as you lit the cigarette.

“I could overlook you cheating on me if you actually tried to love me or care for me. I’m easy to please, unlike you. Flowers, kisses, and affectionate words, they would make me the happiest but you don’t care about anything unless it’s about you.” Taking a deep inhale from your cigarette, you straightened your posture and leaned back. “I asked you to promise to only love me. You didn’t keep your promise and now here we are. I’m rotting in this house and begging for your attention while you’re living your life.”

“You’re my only girlfriend,” he reassured. “(name), what I did was wrong but you can’t blame everything on me-”

“I’m not blaming anyone,” you exhaled softly. The butt of the cigarette was painted red from the blood on your fingers. “I’m just stating the truth.”

You were insane, he hadn’t realized it until now. Even if he broke up with you, he knew you would go after the women he went out with. No, you weren’t a murderer, not a killer. You wouldn’t harm someone else. But you had already slashed his hand and stabbed him...

The ringing in his ears grew louder as he felt your pussy pulsate around him. “I won’t cheat on you again.” He was going to dump you, drop you off of the side of the road somewhere in some distant country, leave you to die, just like an unwanted puppy.

“I know you won’t.” Your eyes glinted with dark amusement seconds before you looked between your bodies with a vicious grin, at his cock. “I’ll make sure of it.”

A cold shiver ran down his spine at the dark promise of your words. “Wait, wait, wait- (name), don’t do something you’ll regret-”

“Can you regrow limbs?”

Were you being serious? No. You had to be kidding.

“(name).” He growled, squirming to no avail. “This isn’t funny.”

You put the cigarette between your lips and took a drag, slowly exhaling as if you had all the time in the world. “Hmm, I don’t think I could cut it off. I like it, you know. I need it too.” Moving your hips, you felt his cock throb inside you, growing larger. How pathetic of him. “Your dick just got harder. You’re shameless, even now when I’m threatening to chop it off you got aroused because I said I loved it?”

“Why are you doing this? Don’t you feel bad after all the things we did together? That night under the stars?”

You didn’t react and continued smoking.

Men were all the same. They were just dogs. Desperate and miserable dogs. Dogs who lived to fuck bitches and fight other dogs to declare their strength. They wanted to feel feral, powerful, in charge, and free as if that was all there was to life.

That was all Gojo was. His existence was pathetic.

He could never be happy if he proceeded to live like this.

Only you could fix him.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow once we’ve both calmed down, I’m not mad at you. I know how much I must’ve hurt you and-”

“You know what makes me so angry?” you grimaced, pointing your finger at your boyfriend. “Everyone kept looking at you from the day you were born but nobody likes you for who you are but for me. Yet you still can’t see that.”

He closed his eyes and took a shuddered breath, “You’re not even making any sense,” he sighed.

“Nobody will tolerate you like I do. Isn’t that why you chose me? Isn’t that why you brought me here? Because you won’t get genuine attention and affection from anyone else?” The silence gave you the answer. You took the last drag of your cigarette and stubbed the lit tip out on his abdomen. It sizzled and deformed the skin it was directly being pressed on as a small cloud of smoke rose from his skin bubbling from the burn. “You’re not treasured by anyone but me, Satoru.”

Gojo felt the hairs on the back of his neck stiffen. His body grew cold, stomach dropping but the pain didn’t reach him. He couldn’t feel anything but your walls squeezing around his girth.

“You’re worshipped because you’re Satoru Gojo A member of the Gojo family. I worship you because you’re my boyfriend Satoru .” You grabbed him by the back of his knees and pushed them up until they were positioned against his chest before you mounted him. “I did everything as you told me, I shaped myself into the perfect girl you wanted and I don’t understand why it wasn’t enough.”

You leaned forward, both hands gracefully wrapping around his neck as you lifted yourself up and slowly eased down on his cock with an added shake of your hips. He moaned in response to your movement.

The two of you locked eyes, his own were wide from terror while yours were clouded with ominous desire but something else was hidden behind it. Gojo couldn’t forebode what you were planning next but as soon as you squeezed your hands around his neck with all your might, he knew.

You were claiming your own power against him… involuntarily.

There were tears in your eyes but you continued fucking him, proceeded to choke him with little to no success.

Gojo got bigger inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. What a deplorable little girl. Weak and helpless, doing all of this to prove a dumb point. Erotic. Pitiful.

A moan escaped you, he was now filling you up with no gaps. The snarky look on his face spurred you on. You planted your entire weight on his throat with your hands and started moving your hips frantically. The squelching noises of his cock going in and out of your pussy masked the gurgling sound coming from him choking on his own spit.

His eyes snapped open, his hands weakly grabbed your wrists to lift your hands up but he couldn’t grip them properly. His wounded hand was shaking violently while bleeding non-stop, the blood coming from his gash trickled down your wrist and onto his neck.

Gojo’s entire torso was painted with blood, his beautiful snow white hair had turned and clumpy from the dried blood, making him look like an erotic grotesque painting you had seen somewhere. Painted with hatred and love. Each stroke of the brush could be seen carrying the artist's frustrations and their passion. What a sight, it was gorgeous.

You grinned wildly, the sight of blood excited you.

As you were laughing hysterically, your cunt was squeezing around him at the same time you were using your entire weight to crush his windpipe. It didn't matter how sticky and disgusting the blood was making you feel anymore. You were bouncing on his cock like there was no tomorrow.

His mouth opened and you watched as the saliva that was pooling in his mouth started gushing out and trickling down from his chin. He was drooling all over himself while getting choked, hah! What a sick pervert!

You were no different though.

What should have been a gross sight made your walls tighten and more of your slick juice came out, coating his cock inside you with the natural lube. He twitched between your walls, he was enjoying this way more than you did.

“I will make you happy,” you said, bouncing on him and letting out cute moans. “And you will make me happy.”

He couldn’t reply, not when he was choking on his own drool. You pulled your hands back and placed them on the back of his knees again, using them to your leverage to shake your hips harder.

Gojo started coughing, greedily inhaling air and attempting to hold back his moans. All of his senses had heightened, he could feel every single beat of your heart with each time your pussy throbbed against his cock.

He squirmed under you, throwing his head from side to side and trying to regain some of his pride by refusing to look you in the eye while you were continuing to fuck him. It was humiliating. He wasn’t going to let you get away with any of this. Never.

Even if he was never going to have a warm meal waiting for him at home. Even if someone wasn’t going to wait for him to come home. Even if he was going to sleep in his cold bed alone. Even if it meant that this welcoming home was going to turn into an empty house…

Did he really want that?

“We’ll be the perfect couple. We’ll make it work.” When you slammed your hips forward, you saw his toes curl and grinned. “Everything's up to you, Satoru. I will play my part and all you have to do is to play yours.”

Like a dollhouse, playing pretend. You were going to pretend something you were not to meet his expectations and he was going to do the same.

Right?

“Right?” you asked, pushing his knees closer towards his chest and mounting him fully. Your tightening walls caught him by surprise in this position, his poor, abused cock throbbed uselessly and spurted his load inside your cunt. He bit back his pleasure-filled moan, averting his eyes from you. However, you spoke with an audible moan, breathless. “Riiiight, Satooruu?”

He didn’t respond as he was too busy continuing to cum inside you. Once he was done, you lifted your hips to take him out of you, making a show of him to watch his cum ooze out of your pussy. He didn’t even look though.

With a sigh you leaned forward, letting go of his legs and throwing yourself next to him on the blood-covered sheets to repeat your question. “You’ll play your part, right?”

A grim pause.

Everything had been up to his standards up until now and tonight had been his fault. Yet even after all he had done, you were ready to forgive him, wash his sins away and devote yourself to him again.

He knew you loved him blindly and all he had to do was to play his part of a loving boyfriend to keep playing this house game with you.

That was the least he could do for all of your troubles. For all the times you cut a piece of yourself up and threw it away for him. For the way he made you feel unwanted. For you.

But that wasn’t the whole truth, he was only a pathetic man. A lonely man craving affection and unconditional love from someone pretty enough to be fuckable who worshipped him like a God.

He needed this to feel good about himself. He could throw you away if he wanted but he didn’t want to. Not anymore. Not when you had been forged into the perfect little house pet he could ever ask for.

He was going to stay and play his part.

Gojo turned to face you fully and gave you one single nod.

Now, the happiest moments of your life had actually begun and you were the happiest person alive.

You smiled without showing your teeth as he liked, your lips covered with dried blood looked gorgeous under the dim light of the night lamp. He couldn’t help but mirror your smile with his own messed-up face covered in his blood, snot, and drool.

He grabbed your hand that was the closest to him and held it tightly as he told you something you had been dying to hear.

“I love you.”