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Faded dreams.
“Shoko, why do those two always make a scowl on their faces whenever I try to talk to them?"
The brunette listened to your ramble about the duo who were busy buying the ice-cream from the vendor.
Meanwhile, you were looking at her with a pout on your face with pastries stuffed in your mouth which reminded her of a grumpy chipmunk.
Her hands which were holding the cigarette were now stretching your cheeks which made you squeal in surprise.
"Leave it, they're just idiots who's avoiding the pure angel that always showers them with love.”
"Me!? I'm an angel!? Awwwwwww Shoko! ur so cuteeeeee!!!” You shouted in pure happiness in your face and hugged her tightly to which she returned gladly.
But you forgot to notice that scowl on both Satoru and Suguru's face as you said the word ‘cute’ to Shoko.
After all they say angels can't stay forever on earth you know?
And maybe that's why you were covered in the pool of blood of your own. By saving Amanai and taking the bullet for her right at your heart.
Suguru fell to his knees as his arms started to tremble in fear. Amanai was forgotten. The one who shot you watched in annoyance and left the scene.
Are you dying? That's not possible right…? But what mattered now was you slowly started to struggle to keep your eyes open.
Without wasting time, Suguru cradled your trembling figure separately ignoring the blood which was soaking his clothes.
Your vision started to fade as you tried to stay conscious by gazing at him. “N—no…No! You don't get to close your eyes now! You fucking CAN'T!”
Not before him and Satoru confess their love to you. Not before you get to die before you even started to live your life with them.
" It hurts here…..my head hurts Suguru…" his voice started to crack as your eyes slowly gave up and started to close.
For the first time in his life, Suguru felt fear. Pure terror of losing you forever from him and Satoru even when they're supposed to be the strongest.
“Suguru!—"
He didn't turn to look at Satoru when his presence came into view. Didn't dare to leave his eyes from you as you tried so hard to keep looking at him.
"....y/n?"
And just like that Satoru sank into his knees and clutched your hands covered in blood tightly.
What's the point of being the strongest when you can't even protect the one you love the most?
Tears fell from their eyes at your question aimed at them so brokenly. “Do you both hate me that much?...."
Satoru shakes his head and kisses your hands like a god worshipping his lover. Suguru wiped the strand of tear from your eyes and whispered the words which made your breath hitch.
"We just love you too much…and that's why like idiots we keep teasing you just to hear you shout at us—"
Before you even tried to respond your vision started to get blurry as you slowly took your last breath. That's the moment they understood that they failed to protect their only angel just like that.
And now they also know why Shoko always called you as " Angel”, because angels love too pretty but leave their loved ones so soon by sacrificing themselves.
Yes, Amanai is safe. But at what cost? Because the pain of watching you slowly dying in their arms broke them in a way to which they can never recover.
After all, loving you was the twisted curse they tried so hard to forget. But to the loving you was also this only light in their life which was filled with darkness.
And now the light has gone too far to a place they can't reach.
" I'M BACK!”
You fell down from the bed as you tried to understand what just happened. You just freaking dies in your dreams that too in the arms of FUCKING SUGURU AND SATORU!
"They just said that they love me!” Giggles erupted out of you as your fangirl side cMe out.
“What a wonderful dream it is! Sad I died without kissing them! WAIT— I need to tell this to my friend! she'll lose her mind when I say my favourite characters confessed to ME!"
Surely it was just a dream right?....
Who knows?
Then why does your heart hurt?
Maybe one day you'll get to meet them again?..
Who knows?
Toji Fushiguro's adorable wife.
Toji fushiguro likes to adore you every second in his life. His beautiful lovely wife who's the light of his wrecked life.
"Tojiii! Should we adopt a cat?? I saw a fat orange cat down by the road!"
A chuckle left from his mouth as he drank at the sight of you. One of his hands continued to give a massage on your feet as the other caressed your cheeks.
"Is that so? And why ask me if you're going to bring it anyway?"
I love you.
His eyes crinkled at how you let out a dramatic gasp covering your mouth and pointed a finger at him like he committed a crime.
"Watch your tone mister! I ask my husband for any reckless thing I'll do and he'll accompany me!"
You collapsed into his chest dramatically and looked at him with a sly smile. Two big arms wrapped around your torso as he lay on the couch.
"Anything my wife wants."
I would do anything for you.
It's a sight he always adores. The way your small frame fit into his larger one like you were made for him. How you always sneak your hands to his longing for his warmth.
How can he let go of such a treasure like you when you were the only thing he wanted to live.
"Anddddd let's adopt a husky too! I always wanted one!"
He nodded at your words as you started to blabber about how much pet food you need to buy for your upcoming children to which he wholeheartedly agreed.
Because he knows how much your eyes shine whenever you see the tabby cat down the street.
"I love you y/n.."
That sentence stopped you from your ramble and made you look at him. It's not new hearing those words from your lover's mouth but it makes you feel so loved every time.
"I love you too Toji!"
That was the last thing you said to your lover as you passed away in his arms.
Patient name:- Y/n Fushiguro.
Age:- 24.
Time of death:- 3:44 pm.
Interconnected Forever | Sylus
Pairing: yandere!professor!Sylus x student!fem!reader
Warnings: Dark content | Non-con to dub-con, age gap of 10 yrs (reader is 23, Sylus is 33), piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, dry humping, blowjob, doggy, creampie, threats, blackmail, secretly recording without consent, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch, whore, sweetie, darling, kitten), humiliation, Daddy kink, manipulative Sylus, dom!Sylus. MDNI 18+ (plss dni if this makes you uncomfortable, you have been warned)
Synopsis: You needed to end the fling between you and him. It was only ever temporary, but the closer he keeps you, the more it begins to feel like you were never meant to escape from him.
Word Count: 3.7K
A/N: Lowkey was hesitant to drop this lol. Comment and reblog if you enjoy it x
Divider by @/pixopix
A rattle from the door awoke Sylus from his work, fingers halting on his keyboard as he responds with a formal response.
“Come in.”
The door opens slightly, and you peek your head in, eyes wandering around the empty classroom, and you quickly get inside before closing the door. Sylus meets your eyes from afar, and a wide-spread grin appears on his face as he ushers you to come over. You take your time walking to him—the only thing blocking you between was his large desk.
“You haven’t gone home, sweetie?”
His deep voice echoes slightly, and he notices the way you avoid looking at him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. His eyes narrow, and it clicks—something is wrong. You take a deep breath, anxiety crawling underneath your skin as you confess.
“I think we should stop.”
"I think Satoru Gojo is super hot!"
"I think Shota Aizawa is sexy!"
"Kakashi is soo attractive!"
"Mr. Tsuchigomori is literally daddy long legs!"
"I'm kinda in love with teacher Izuku Midoriya!"
Just say you like strong, smart, but extremely gentle guys who are good to kids. Who would comfort you and push you to do your best in a kind way, who loves and cares for you.
(*cough* DADDY ISSUES *cough*)
Uhem uhem no you're not right! I don't like Satoruuu because of that—
(you're absolutely right 😭😭 coming from a single mother's daughter 🤧👍)
"I think Satoru Gojo is super hot!"
"I think Shota Aizawa is sexy!"
"Kakashi is soo attractive!"
"Mr. Tsuchigomori is literally daddy long legs!"
"I'm kinda in love with teacher Izuku Midoriya!"
Just say you like strong, smart, but extremely gentle guys who are good to kids. Who would comfort you and push you to do your best in a kind way, who loves and cares for you.
(*cough* DADDY ISSUES *cough*)
full nelson w sukuna 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫fuck i need those dual dicks stat
✦ YOUR IDOL ⟡ ݁₊ .
✦Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
✦Synopsis: You’re a well-known idol, no stranger to the occasional weird fan. It’s part of the job, something you’ve learned to smile through. But then he appears at one of your concerts—unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming—but obsessive. You should call security, even tell your managers, but something about him makes you shiver in all the right ways.
✦Content Warnings: obsessive behavior, dubious consent, creepy fan gojo, idol reader, restraints, coercion, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, groping, cum eating, cumming on face, non-consensual recording/photos, kind of stalking, rough sex, kind of parasocial, possessiveness, gojo would never do this in canon but that ain't the point.
✦Word Count: 4.5k
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Satoru would be lying if he said this wasn’t his end goal.
You spread out—gorgeous legs pushed up to your equally perfect tits. Wrists tied to your ankles with silk; struggling slightly, but still willing. Your pretty eyes wide with panic, but glazed over with reluctant arousal.
If someone told him a few months ago that his favorite idol would be dripping wet for him—he’d assume they were clinically insane.
Though, not as crazy as him.
His obsession started not too long ago.
He was on his way to a concert with Shoko. Satoru didn’t know much about the group, but he agreed to go as a favor—Utahime had canceled on her at the last minute.
The two of them walk into the overcrowded stadium, pushing themselves through hoards of people until they get to their seats. Lights flash and confetti falls from the ceiling as a group of girls take their place on stage.
Satoru is already thoroughly confused by the chants echoing around him—but the noise in his head cuts out entirely the moment a bright spotlight lands on the stage, revealing what might just be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
You.
Your face is beaming—cheeks blushed to perfection, eyes somewhat squinting to adjust to the stage lights. You’re clad in the frilliest little dress, so feminine, so sweet.
To say Satoru is infatuated would be an understatement.
You wave to your fans, puffing out your cheeks in an effort to be cute for the cameras. You fiddle with the mic secured around your ears with manicured nails—trying to make sure everything is perfect before your performance.
You’re so adorable.
Once the music starts, your angelic voice was just the cherry on top. It resonates deep inside his chest, shivering every time it’s your turn to sing.
Your dancing is nothing to scoff at either—every roll of your hips, every arch of your back, every elongated movement has his pants feeling a little bit tighter than before.
At some point during the concert, your gaze caught on the striking, blue-eyed man in the front row—and for a moment, it felt impossible for either of you to look away.
His angel kneeled down, held his gaze— gave him a shy smile, a wink-
You blew him a kiss.
From that point onwards, Satoru became a bigger fan of your group than Shoko was.
He listened to every album, every single, every encore—feeling the adrenaline that shot through his spine every time he heard your voice.
He collected any kind of merch he could, so long as it had either your face or name on it. He kept one of your many photo cards in his wallet, like you were his wife during the wartime—the one where you’re looking up at the camera, glossed lips suckling on a heart-shaped lollipop.
Satoru imagined it was his dick-
Satoru made sure to keep track of the dates you’d be in Japan. He spent thousands on concert tickets, all of which were front row. And every time, without fail, you’d search for him in the crowd; you offer him that same shy smile, the wink, and the kiss.
He knew you recognized him, how could you not? His striking looks weren’t common: the white hair, the subtle glow of his sapphire eyes, the awe-struck expression plastered on his handsome face.
Once Satoru got bold enough, he splurged on a signing event being held after one of your performances. He just had to have his angel sign something. This also gave him the opportunity to see you up close, speak to you even.
Satoru waited in line for hours, his eyes trained on you the entire time. A rush of jealousy flooded his veins every time you smiled at or hugged another fan—his chest burning like he’d been betrayed.
You’re his, not theirs.
Satoru knew he technically didn’t have any claim on you, but it didn’t hurt any less.
He figures he’ll have to change that.
You give him a smile of recognition once he walks up to your table—he didn’t bother greeting any of your other group members, he was here for you.
“Hi!” you beam, standing up from your seat and extending your arms for a hug from across the table. “I always see you in the crowd at our concerts in Japan!”
Now that you’re right in front of him, speaking to him, Satoru is…nervous? His pulse spikes and breathing stills as his arms wrap around your body, returning the hug with enthusiasm—one arm sneaks around your waist with a firm hold, the other rests on your shoulder with a slight squeeze.
“Yeah-“ he gulps, his grip on your shoulder is almost bruising—he doesn’t want to let go. “I’m a big fan of yours.” he breathes in your scent; it’s mouthwateringly sweet, just as he expected.
“I appreciate your support-“ you laugh nervously, a little on edge from how long this hug is lasting. “What’s my biggest fan’s name?” you try to redirect him, trying to pull away from the hug with quite a bit of effort. Satoru finally takes the hint, he lets you go—despite wanting to melt into your skin.
“Satoru.” he answers, pulling himself together and flashing that panty-dropping smile that he knows he has.
You can’t pretend you didn’t notice how beautiful he is—you felt it the moment you first saw him sitting in the front row.
“Nice to finally meet you, Satoru-“ you give him a cheeky smile, one he wishes he could photograph and keep forever. “Would you like me to sign anything?”
“Yeah-“ it physically pains him to tear his gaze away from your gorgeous features; he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Could you sign this card?”
Your hands brush when he passes you the photo card—Satoru purposely holding it in a way that requires contact for you to grab it. You look at the card, a little flustered that he chose that one but you grab your sharpie and sign it happily.
“I like this one-“ you start, finishing your signature with a little heart. “I think I look pretty in this picture.” you giggle, handing the card back to him once you’re satisfied with your writing.
“You’re even prettier in person, princess.” he says the pet name like an afterthought, like it was completely normal. Your face flushes, heart beating a little faster as you’re caught off guard by the handsome fan's boldness.
You’ve had weird fans before, but none of them have shamelessly flirted with you like this.
Part of you feels flattered that someone as attractive as him would take an interest in you. But at the same time, something about him has felt off ever since he walked up to your table.
His gaze feels…invasive.
“Thank you-“ you laugh it off, scratching your forearm to ground yourself within his intense presence. “Would you like a photo with me before you go?” you ask, insinuating that your time together is almost up.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving without one-“ Satoru takes off his dark sunglasses, handing them to you with a wide grin. “Would you wear these for the photo, angel? I’d greatly appreciate it.” he laughs, nearly experiencing a full body tremor when you put them on with very little hesitation.
His pretty little idol is wearing his sunglasses.
What’s next, his shirts?
Oh- he’s already picturing it.
“Yeah, of course!” you’d like to say that you’re trying to get this interaction over with as soon as possible, but there’s something increasingly hypnotic about him that has you basking in his attention.
Satoru pulls out his cell phone, raising it high in the air to snap the picture. You fluff up your hair, pulling the sunglasses low on your nose—you lean over the table, rising to your tip-toes to rest your chin on his shoulder. He throws up a three finger peace sign, leaning his head back against yours…
You look like a couple—perfect.
The both of you smile for the camera, pulling away after the screen flashes—Satoru now coming to terms with that fact that he’s going to have to leave his precious idol.
“It was great meeting you, Satoru-“ you say, taking off his sunglasses and putting them back on his face for him. “I hope to see you in the crowd again.” you smile, hesitating a little bit before deciding to be bold.
You kiss him on the cheek.
This goes against all your media training, but who can blame you when someone as hot as him is right in front of you? Sure, he’s a little bit…creepy, but his sheer amount of sex appeal has you overlooking that fact.
Satoru has to damn near bite back a groan—wearing a shit-eating grin when he feels the lingering lip gloss on his face.
“You’ll see me-“ his eyes raked over your figure one last time, a light blush dusted over his pale cheeks. “I’m your biggest fan, angel.” he pulls his sunglasses down and winks—the same way you do at your concerts, then turns on his heel and walks away.
Satoru needs to find a way to take you out.
About a month goes by before your group returns to Japan for another performance—Satoru slowly dying inside every day he has to wait to see you again.
He had devised a plan of sorts—one that’s likely to work, given his knowledge that you’re attracted to him.
He’s bringing a gift for you.
During the encore of your concert, your group accepts gifts to be thrown on stage: plushies, flowers, artwork and whatnot.
Satoru is bringing you a bouquet of pink roses—his phone number is written inside of the dark paper with a bright white marker, making it nearly impossible to miss if you’re going to put them in a vase. Which he knows you will.
Satoru assumes there’s probably some rule about idols not entertaining fans in this fashion, but he just hopes you’re daring enough to try it.
He pushes his way through the crowded venue to reach his typical front row seat, cradling the flowers carefully. His heart hammers in anticipation to finally see you after a painful thirty days.
Lights flash, confetti falls, girls take their place, spotlights turn on—his eyes search for you-
You’re missing.
Are you on a hiatus he wasn’t aware of?
Are you sick?
Are you injured?
Satoru storms out of the venue, his brain rambling with worried thoughts.
He has to make sure you’re okay.
Satoru circles the building until he finds the bus that your group arrived in—obviously there’s security, but he figures that if he waits far enough away, he can follow the vehicle back to the hotel you’re supposed to be staying at. Assuming you’re even in Tokyo…
He walks back to his ridiculously expensive car, your music blasting in the speakers while he waits for the concert to conclude. He’s parked in an alley maybe a block away, just waiting for the bus to pass by.
Once it does, he trails a few cars behind until they arrive at a massive hotel. The place is clearly exorbitant—but fortunately for Satoru, money has never been an issue.
He makes an effort to be as quick as possible—he needs to secure a room before your crew reaches the lobby. Satoru will need to ride up in the same cart as either your manager or group members to figure out what floor you’ll be on.
“Hello, how can I help you?” the receptionist smiles at him as he walks up to the counter with haste.
“I need a room for the night, if you don’t mind.” He's watching the sliding doors, buzzing with anxiety at the possibility of missing his chance.
“Under what name?”
“Gojo.”
“There’s not many rooms available I’m afraid, only suites-“
“That’s fine.” he cuts her off, basically shoving his credit card and ID in her hand as your group walks through the doors.
After a few more painful seconds of waiting, the receptionist hands him back his card along with a room key—he doesn’t bother checking the room number before he’s rushing to the elevator in the nick of time.
He smiles politely at your members, praying they don’t recognize him in any way. He gets in the enclosed space with them, waiting for them to press the button that leads to your floor. And as luck would have it—he checks his room key, it's on the same level.
It’s like the universe is telling him it's meant to be.
Once Satoru hears the ding of the elevator, he’s betting on the possibility of one of your friends knocking on your door, asking if you’re okay. But then again, this could all be a bust and you’re not even here—but he’s willing to trust his gut.
He watches your group walk down the opposite hallway to his room, waiting around the corner for one of them to follow through with his bet.
Knock, knock, knock…
“We’re back! Can I come in?”
Satoru grins, his heart warm and fuzzy when he hears your hoarse voice invite them inside—so, you are sick. He peers around the corner, making note of the room number before unlocking his own suite and retreating inside.
You’re bummed that you couldn’t perform tonight—you caught a bug during your tour in Korea, your throat taking the brunt of it. You had hoped to be able to spot your hottest fan in the crowd, amongst your other supporters too, of course.
You find yourself drawn to his attention, despite the faintly unsettling edge to it. It sparks a thrill—an adrenaline rush you haven’t felt in ages, given how numb you’ve become to the surveillance of others.
You know he must have been there tonight, likely disappointed by your absence. It was probably for the better that you didn’t embarrass yourself in front of him anyways; your voice would’ve been awfully squeaky.
Knock, knock, knock…
Huh?
Your group members came by earlier, surely they wouldn’t be awake right now; it’s midnight and they have another set rehearsal tomorrow morning. Maybe someone ordered food and the delivery driver got the wrong room number?
You get out of bed, walk up to the door, unlock the deadbolt and crack the door just enough to peek-
Your scream gets muffled by a large hand as the door is thrown open—a tall figure closing the door and locking it, eventually pushing your struggling body against the nearest wall.
“Shhh-“ the intruder nuzzles against the top of your head, solid body keeping your back flush to the cold surface. “Relax, princess-“
Satoru.
You push his chest, stomp on his foot but he doesn’t budge—he’s laughing, too busy breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, angel-“ he’s peppering kisses on your fevered forehead, unoccupied hand moving to circle your waist. “Just wanted to see you-“ his breathing is heavy, almost sensual—you can’t help the way your thighs clench in response. “You weren’t at the concert, I was so worried, baby-“ he’s rambling; you put your hand on top of the one over your mouth to catch his attention.
“You’re not gonna scream if I let you go, right?” he asks, finally looking you in the eye.
You nod, mumbling something against his palm.
“You’re gonna be good?” his voice lowering deeper than normal, your whole body shivers.
You nod again, eyes pleading.
Satoru’s grip on your waist tightens as he slowly removes his hand from your mouth, keeping you from running.
“Satoru-“ you start, voice barely above a whisper. “I appreciate your concern, but you need to leave-“ your heart is pounding against your chest, body trembling in arousal fear.
“But I’ve finally got you alone, angel-“ he pouts, pushing his body further against yours, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “No time limitations-“ his hand on your waist moves up, securing around the nape of your neck and squeezing. “Just you and me, yeah?”
“How did you even get here?” you ask, biting back a whine when Satoru buries his head into the crook of your neck—one of his thighs sneaking in between your both of your own and grinding up-
“Followed your bus here from the concert-“ he mumbles, nibbling on the sensitive skin of your throat. “needed to check in on my pretty little idol-“ he licks a stripe up the column of your neck, tasting you with a groan.
“You’re crazy.” your voice doesn’t hold much bite, you lost any fighting spirit you had left the second he forced himself in your room—doesn’t help that you’re especially exhausted from your illness either.
“Crazy for you, princess.” Satoru giggles, finally meeting your gaze.
His invasive hands move down to your middle, fiddling with the silk bow that’s holding your robe together. He watches your face for a reaction, eyes flitting down to your lips every so often. Your face remains indifferent—though your body betrays you by subtly arching into his touch.
“Just let me feel you, please-“ he pleads, low voice cracking. “Want you so bad-“ he leans in, just a breath away from your lips. “Need to make you mine-“ he pulls the bow of your robe undone, cold hands making you shiver when he grabs your bare waist.
“I’m not yours, Satoru-“
“You blew me a kiss first, remember?” he whines, grinding his achingly hard tent against your practically naked torso. “You started it-“ he murmurs against your mouth, lips grazing.
“If I knew you’d end up forcing yourself into my hotel room, I wouldn’t have.” your breath hitches as Satoru pulls the silk belt free from the loops of your robe, pocketing it.
“You’re not very good at lying, pretty-“ he huffs a laugh, eyes focused on the visible wet spot showing through your now exposed panties.
Shit.
Every touch, every word, every breath makes you question yourself—your self-respect and even your sense of self-preservation begins to slip away the longer you lose yourself in those sapphire eyes. A crazed, obsessed fan just broke into your hotel room and all you can think about is how you want him to touch you—pretty privilege really is a killer.
Satoru’s hands push away the remnants of your robe until it falls on the floor, pooling by your feet. Your tits fall victim to his greedy palms—he squeezes and tweaks until you grind back down onto his thigh, letting out a reluctant sigh of pleasure.
“Was gonna ask you out tonight, angel-“ he starts, hot breath prickling your cheek. “Brought you roses, but you weren’t there-“ one of the hands on your chest moves down, down, down-
“You’re such a damn creep-“ you moan—he’s got his fingers shoved into your panties, collecting slick and bringing it up to your clit to rub tantalizing circles.
“Yeah, I am-“ you swear his eyes are glowing as he watches your legs twitch ever so slightly from his maneuvers. “But you like it.”
“No I don-“
Your protest is silenced by Satoru’s mouth—a filthy, wet kiss. His tongue takes the chance to bury itself down your throat when you gasp—one of his digits slipping inside of you and curling-
You keen—one of your hands fisting the fabric of his expensive shirt while the other wraps around his shoulders, running your fingers through the rough texture of his undercut.
You can feel Satoru smirk against your mouth, swallowing all your whines as he fingers your dripping hole with precision.
The pretty little idol is just putty in his hands.
He retracts his finger from your cunt before wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you up with no difficulty.
“What are you doing-“ your voice tinged with panic, legs kicking as he walks you both over to the large bed in the middle of the room.
“Making you mine, angel.” he grunts as he sets you down against the pillows—swiftly pulling your panties down in one single tug and pocketing them for later.
You squirm, sitting up and scooting away while Satoru pulls the silk belt out of his pocket from earlier—he snaps it in half with a frightening show of strength.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby-“ he coos, crowding your naked form. “You promised you’d be good.” Satoru catches your wrist and guides it down past your bent legs to your adjacent ankle, then uses a strip of silk to bind them together, fastening it with a firm knot.
“Just relax for me-“ he soothes, securing your other limbs in the same fashion. He gives your quivering lips a peck before standing up beside the bed, bringing out his phone to snap a picture of you in this vulnerable state—he smiles once he’s greeted by his home screen: the picture of you two at the signing event.
You test the tightness of the restraints, raising your hips in frustration when they don’t budge. You can feel the uncomfortable warmth of your slick trickling down the crevice of your ass, pooling on the white bedsheets. Your clit is throbbing for attention, tummy full of butterflies as you watch your fan strip himself of his clothes.
You definitely shouldn’t be into this…
“You’re so pretty on stage, gazing down at me-“ Satoru groans, climbing onto the bed and resting his hands on your knees—his sapphire eyes peaking over. “But you’re even prettier when you’re underneath me like this, princess.”
You don’t answer him, but your body does—you spread your legs apart, bringing your knees up to your tits and arching with a whine.
“Awww, this pussy is just glistening-“
Smack!
“Mfmm- what’s wrong with you?” you mumble, head falling back against the pillows as your clit stings from the impact.
“You should be asking yourself that question, hun.” he giggles, finally climbing on top of you, hips slotting in between your spread legs. You can feel the hard length splayed on your tummy as he crushes you underneath his unfairly muscular body.
“Just fuck me already, you damn freak-“ you hiss, trying to act like this is an inconvenience although knowing damn well that you’re aching for him.
“Mhmm- was waiting for my angel to ask.” he croons, hands running up and down your sides with tenderness.
Satoru leaves wet kisses on your lips, your neck, your tits, your belly, your hips-
Your cunt.
Once he finishes his little devoted exploration, you’re shaking with need—hips writhing and breaths labored. You’re yearning to reach out and touch him—even yourself, but all you can do is wriggle in your restraints.
“Please-“
Satoru’s heart flutters in his chest at your change in demeanor, cock twitching painfully against his abs as he sits up between your legs.
“Fuck-“ you cry out, fists balled at your ankles as Satoru’s thick cockhead breaches your first ring of muscle. A wet squelch reaching your ears as he sinks in another inch
“That’s right angel-“ he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your waist with his thumbs. “Sing for me-“ his face blissed out in pleasure the more your pussy squeezes him. “Let me hear your voice, pretty.”
Your jaw unhinges, eyes tightly sealed as he plunges the rest of his length inside with a single deep thrust-
“Ohhh- my god-“ you whine, your hands squeezing your own ankles for some kind of relief. You can’t push his hips away from your own, you can only-
“Just take it, princess-“ Satoru groans, leaning down to take your mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. “You’re doing so so well-“
His hips settle in a slow, deep rhythm so that you can feel every damn inch of him—his wide tip is nudging spots you didn’t even know you had. Your walls are stretched thin, pussy lips spread wide around the base of him, your cervix hit with every roll of his lower half.
“It’s too-“ you whimper, no longer able to return Satoru’s frenzied kisses. “Too much-“
“But I still have so much more to- ngh- give you, angel-“ he pouts, hands snaking down to grab the back of your knees—he hikes them up, up, up until your kneecaps are flush to your shoulders, ass slightly suspended in the air.
His cock feels so much deeper this way-
“I can’t- mfmm-“ you yelp when he gives your cunt a rough pound—the new position making it feel as though he’s in your damn lungs.
“But my precious idol can do anything-“ he encourages, pulling away from your mouth and sitting up straight to pummel your pussy properly. “Can’t she?” he smiles down at your glazed over expression, voice low and mocking.
You can only nod, high pitched cries being bullied out of you with Satoru’s increasingly aggressive pace. He’s gone feral—gaze never leaving your sweet face as the wet shlicks of your pussy act like music to his ears. He’s got this dopey grin plastered on his face that has your skin feeling hot—that warmth spreading all the way down to your lower tummy.
“M’gonna-“ you shudder, feeling the way your cunt is fluttering around his dick—trying to keep him inside your goopy depths.
“You can do it, princess-“ he moans, a sound so dirty that it has the coil in your belly winding even tighter. “Cum for me.” he coaxes it out of you with a gentle slap to your neglected clit, followed by tight circles of his thumb.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck!” you cry, tears run down your cheeks as you jolt and shake—your legs clamp shut as you try to roll over to your side but Satoru keeps your hips in the air, thrusting through your whole orgasm.
“There you gooo-“ he coos, his own high rapidly approaching with every pulse of your cunt.
Once you stop quivering, Satoru pulls out, stumbling up to your face as he jerks himself to the finish line—he’s desperate to see the prettiest face in the world painted white with ropes of his cum.
“Open up, pretty.” he urges, pumping his pink dick with a groan.
You’re too gone to even process his nasty idea—you stick your tongue out nice and wide for him, feeling sticky spurts of creamy cum land on your face and in your mouth.
“Fuck-“ he whines, your thighs clench on instinct. “Good girl-“ he praises, his brows pinched in pleasure.
Once Satoru’s orgasm subsides, he collects some of the cum on your face with his fingers before shoving it in your mouth—his breath hitching when you swallow.
You’re his now.
You groan in disgust when Satoru lowers himself to your face and licks up the residue of his own release—his sticky saliva making the feeling even more gross.
“Stop that-“ you turn your head away from him, holding in a giggle when he still doesn’t quit.
“But I’ve gotta clean up this perfect face.” he jokes, reaching behind him; he grabs his propped up phone from the nightstand and ends the recording.
What, he wasn’t supposed to record?
You gave him a private concert and he’s going to save the memory for a later date, of course!
What you don’t know won’t hurt you…right?
“Stop it, Satoru!” you yelp, finally giggling with him, completely unaware of what he’s done.
“Only if you agree to going on at least one date with me.”
“Fine.” you agree, shivers traveling through your body when you meet his eyes—his face twisted with a satisfied grin, like he’d won something.
What have you gotten yourself into?
(c1nnam0roll-08 / 2026)
S a l v a t i o n.
Pairings:- Dr. Zayne x non mc
Genre:- Stalking, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome, yandere, killing, mentions of rape, family issues, trauma, dead dove do not eat.
Tags:- @sailorstar9 , @powlin3s , @mariahuchiha90 , @ayataku , @yvelzhq , @silver--47, @mcdepressed290
Zayne Li.
The famous cardiologist.
The one who always looks cold and distant.
That's all he was.
He studied so hard to achieve this position at such a young age which he is always proud of but never admits it. He's always a prodigy and an example of a good son and a doctor.
Just like that his heart was also kept in shackles to not to fall in love with anyone.
He knows that many people want him to be their son in law, even his superiors tried to matchmaker for their daughter which he always politely declines.
He also knows that MC has a crush on him— hell the whole hospital knows it and it's a big headache for him.
He's aware of her feelings but no matter how hard he tries to keep it normal the girl doesn't take the hint.
He really wants to punch the wall when Greyson tells how much she loves him.
"It's irritating, you know? That girl always comes back no matter how much I push her away."
One hand caressed your hair as the other one tugged the leash around your neck gently.
His lips left wet traces on your collarbone which is already filled with purple marks left by him this morning.
Moans fell from your lips as he printed the marks on your neck slowly and sensually.
"Pl—please stop.. I want to—to go home-" as soon as those words left your mouth he went still for a minute.
Slowly he lifted his head up from your neck and grinned widely which made you shrink more.
You should've known better than to say those words don't you?
"Home? What are you talking about dear? I'm your home, your everything, it's me! Then tell me "What do you mean by home?"
His hands pinned yours above your head as he waited for your answer patiently.
He let out a laugh seeing you cry instead of answering him. After all you would know What would happen if you said—
"To my Mom! Back to my home from where I was! To Skyhaven!—" he stayed still not uttering a word as he listened to your ramble.
"—you think my Mom won't come to find me?! Just you wait, she'll come and lock you up behind the bars!"
You struggled underneath him all the while he looked at you with the cold glint in his eyes.
His hands made their way to your shirt which was his and ripped it off suddenly.
He pulled you to his lap and held your face with both of his hands gently like he was holding something so fragile and easy to break.
The way he was treating you despite being captive made you nuzzle into his hand.
"Don't you know love? Your mom is dead."
The single word made you freeze in his arms as your body went frigid. He must be lying right? No- there's no way your mom is dead.
Your mom was the only good thing in your life- so there's no way right?. Sensing you doubt he gently flicked your fore head to make you look at him.
"My poor girl...your mom died in a car accident unfortunately which I didn't even expect, but it's a good thing isn't it?" His breath fanned over your face as he looked at your crying face.
He looked at you like you are his whole world but it just made you more scared because you know what he is capable of.
He licked off your tears and gripped your hair tightly with his other hand. More and more tears fell from you as he slowly consumed it.
Fear. He likes the way you fear him but at the end of the day you'll end up in his arms, at his bed willingly.
"N-no.. It can't be true, she can't be dead!"
Your vision starts to get blurry as you thrash in his hold. He didn't do anything as he watched you faint in his arms.
All this happened because of your injury two months ago.
Got into an accident your mother admitted you to the hospital hurriedly. Not knowing that was the place which brought danger to her daughter.
You were sitting in the lobby swinging your legs back and forth as you watched your mother talking with the nurse about your injury.
"Typical mum...it's just an injury, no need to come to hospital but she won't listen."
Your eyes catched someone who was incredibly handsome, with those hazel eyes he looked like an absolute Greek god and that face card.
He totally looked like he was a north duke. Suddenly his eyes met yours which made you startled because of that gaze.
You swore you have seen that gaze somewhere but don't know when. He turned his attention back to a girl he was talking to, probably a hunter judging by her uniform.
You didn't miss the way she touched his face like he was hers. He was calmly talking to her. The scenery felt like an extrovert girlfriend and her introverted doctor boyfriend.
Well handsome boys and gentlemen are always taken or gay which is true for you and you are just someone who avoids relationships but at the same time you crave for them.
Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and saw your mother looking down with worry all over her face.
"Honey, are you ok? Do you need to get a checkup again-" You cut her off by surrendering your hands and stood up.
"Mom! I'm fine honestly, let's just go home ok?"
Your mom was about to say something but before that you ran out of the hospital with her following you shouting your name. Finally you got out of the hospital, honestly it gave you the creeps but you don't know what it was.
Anyways no more hospital, just you and your mom and your cozy home finally!
His eyes followed your fading figure as he watched you run out of the building.
He was shocked to see you so near to him after all this time. His attention went back to MC who was talking about having dinner with him which he didn't care about.
Now that he saw you he'll make sure you are his. Only his.
Thanks to Grayson who forced him to do the seminar in your high school because of that he got to meet you.
He's someone who doesn't believe in love at first sight But you were different. When he catched you ogling at him during the seminar he knew you were falling.
Shy, timid and so fragile.
He went back to his office and locked the door. He walked towards his chair and sat on it leaving his tie loosened.
"I need to be patient, if I want her to be mine..what should I do now?...."
He opened his phone and saw you sitting in your room with legs crossed playing games through the camera. It's a good thing he put a camera all over your room including the washroom.
A smile filled his face with obsession all over his eyes. It's his favorite thing to do all time. Watching you go about your daily routine, playing your favorite games.
He was especially thrilled to know when you spoke about a handsome doctor you met in high school to your friend on the phone.
That was 2 weeks ago and now you don't even know who he was when you saw him today.
That's time because when the perfect opportunity come he'll take you away with no one suspecting anything.
"I should go and see her today. It's been 2 days since I went to her house."
As soon as his shift ended he quietly walked out of the hospital and got into his car.
His car soon makes its way to his home in a hurry. Once he reached his room he quickly discarded his clothes and put on a black clothes with a mask.
His feet quickly made the way to your house with perfect ease. He looked up at the window only to see it was pitch black dark.
'Great.' He quickly climbed up and through the window he entered your room. And there you are.
Sleeping soundly not knowing a complete stranger just entered the room. Your hands were tightly clutching the pillow as you slept quietly.
"How can you be this careless love? You didn't lock your windows. What if someone broke into your room?"
He crouched down beside the bed and gently scolded you like he wasn't referring to himself. His hands trailed down your jaw until it reached your collarbone.
His eyes widened in surprise as you nuzzled into his hand in sleep. Even your body trusts him in sleep. It's wrong isn't it?
He knows it's wrong.
To sneak into a high school student's house and put cameras into her room in the name of keeping her safe?
From what?
From others. That's what he tells himself daily while watching you from the camera from his office.
Like he wasn't thinking how sinful it would be to kiss you senseless. To let his hands loose on those silky strands while fucking that innocent mouth of yours.
Is this love? It surely is!
Because he hadn't felt this type of feeling— this pure feeling to keep you all to himself is love right?
"It's love right?..it is, because there's no other feeling that can explain what I'm feeling for you darling.."
He brought one of your hands to his chest where his heart was loudly beating.
That faint sensation made you awake. Something he didn't expect to happen right now.
The moonlight shone upon his face as he smiled at you like he hadn't sneaked into your room.
"Dr.li?.. What are you doing here!?—"
One of his hands slammed down into your mouth as he slowly climbed to the bed. Your eyes flashed in panic as his form loomed above you making you feel scared.
"Why did you wake up my love? Did I interrupt you?? I'm sorry.."
You tried to get out of his grip by scratching his hand but he didn't budge.
Instead he pinned both of your hands with his other hand leaving you completely defenseless underneath him.
'What should I do?What should I do?'
Before you knew it tears glistened from your eyes which only made him smile more like a predator being amused by his prey's struggle.
"Will you be quiet if I remove my hand from your mouth?"
Without thinking you quickly nodded your head because it was getting too suffocating for you to breathe.
"Good girl.."
Just as he said, he slowly released your mouth and smiled when he felt you stay silent.
You huffed out a breath in fear and looked at him with terror in your eyes.
Because even if you make one wrong move who knows what will happen? He won't even hesitate to kill—
"Love, why are you crying?"
You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his large calloused hand wipe away the tears escaping your eyes.
A whimper escaped out of you as you tried to back away from his touch. But he wasn't having it.
He laid down beside you and hugged you tightly so you were facing him. His arms wrapped around your waist like a vice leaving you unable to move.
"W—why are you doin—g th—this to m—me?"
The words came out meekly which only fuelled his obsession. Just how sweet your voice was?
God...He can't remember how many sleepless nights he spent hearing you sing loudly in your room in your private space. Unaware of the audience you had all this time.
"You are scared aren't you? I can feel it, your heart is beating too loud my love."
His hands caressed your cheeks while his heart raced with excitement and impatience.
Excitement from touching you when you were conscious after all this time. All this time he was careful not to awake you during his daily visits.
But now? You were way too better, too obedient, too silent. But that's ok you'll soon warm up to him.
And impatience? To whisk you away from here.
From Skyhaven.
To linkon. At his home. Right beside him always. Only his forever.
How perfect would it be?
"You think I don't know about your little crush on me?"
His face nuzzled into your neck as he felt your pulse quicken at his words. Bingo.
He knew about your little crush on him— Because you always talk with your friend on phone daily and the topic was always,
'The handsome doctor who conducted seminar at our school'
That was the topic you discussed with your friend daily and he always made sure to hear it until the end.
"W—what?! How did you get to know about that!?"
He can't be serious right?
This man Dr.li whom you adorned so much can't be stalking you right? Yes it can't be. You must be sleeping right now, that's why you're having such a vivid dream..
He made no movement and just stayed silent breathing your scent drowning in them. No way. He's sniffing your neck!
"You smell so good my love.."
The hairs behind your neck stood up by the way his voice gave you chills through your body.
God you didn't ask for this..His hand gripped your hair tilting your head up to gaze at his hazel eyes which almost had no pupil.
"Soon, you'll be with me, my love."
The white sterile halls nearly blinded you by how bright it was right now.
Your mother was sitting beside you worriedly while glancing at you from time to time.
Yea, you came back to Akso hospital again.. For what?
"Honey, are you ok?"
Your thoughts stopped spiralling as your mom's voice pulled you to reality.
"Uh? Yea, yea I'm ok mom... Just shaken up, that's all."
Shit. Why did you say you were shaken up?Now this will only worry her more.
You looked at your mom who went silent after your answer. Yep. She's worried to hell. Why are you back in the hospital again?
The weekend started normal for you until your mom literally dragged you to the hospital because of a phone call from the hospital.
Saying that they need to discuss more about your condition. What condition did you even have in the first place?
You came here yesterday because of your scraped knee. Now you have a condition? Surely it has to be a joke—
"Mom, What condition do I have now?! I'm fine can't you see!?"
Your mother looked at you slowly ignoring how you shouted right now. Taking a deep breath she took a hold of your hand squeezing it gently hoping that it would somewhat calm you.
No. It didn't calm you. Not even in the slightest bit.
You pulled your hands from her hold harshly and looked at her with anger trembling in your eyes. You got tired of listening to her always coming to the hospital even for small reasons.
"Mom! Tell me the truth!—"
"Patient Y/n can see the doctor now."
The nurse suddenly appeared in front of you interrupting the argument you two were having. Your mother stood up and quickly opened the door and went inside knowing that you would follow.
Muttering a curse under your breath you stood up and stood in front of the door wondering whether to go inside or just run away. Maybe you should—
Nah. The nurse behind you won't let you go anyways.
Fuck It. You held the door knob tightly and pushed it open and found your mom talking to the doctor with anxiety etched on her face.
"Fuck, Why this hospital is radiating brightness everywhere?. Maybe they should just start a light tube company too.."
Murmuring under your breath, you put your arms in front of your eyes as the light reflected too much for your eyes.
"...you mean that her.......admitted, dr. Li?"
"Yes, I think so,......due to this she......I'm sorry to say this."
What the fuck they were talking about? Since the office was too vast and more importantly they were talking too low it was hard to hear.
You found yourself beside your mom and in front of you there was a big desk and behind there was standing, Dr. Li Zayne. The handsome doctor who visited your school two months ago.
And the same one you had a dream about last night. Where he kissed you and admitted that he was stalking you. God. It still gives you the creeps just by thinking about it.
But wait—
Isn't he a cardiologist!? Do you have a fucking heart problem or what!? No, no, don't jump into conclusions that soon Y/n..
Dr. Li quickly looked at you for a minute and turned his attention back to your mother. You two sat in front of him as he handed your reports to your mother.
"So apparently Ms. Y/n, you're getting admitted until your condition gets cured." His words made you eyes widen as you struggled to process the situation.
"What condition do I have???"
"Honey—". Your mom tried to calm you down but you weren't having it.
Since morning all you have been hearing was 'condition, condition' and you got sick of it! You slammed down your hands in front of the table and looked at him with a sneer.
"Tell me! What. Are. You. Talking. About?!"
Dr. Li showed no emotion on his face at your outburst. He only looked at you with that calculating gaze which made you shiver but you weren't backing down.
"Ms. Y/n, have you heard of post trauma?"
His words made you halt for a bit as you blankly stared at him. Post trauma?
Suddenly your mind flashed back to those mental images two years ago. The one you swore to forget yet it still haunts to this day.
Back then your family was full.
You had a father. He was everything you could ask for. Only in front of the world. But behind the closed doors he was far worse than any animal.
He abused you everyday. With words that made you cover your ears, tears flowing out of those innocent eyes. You were not supposed to experience it.
Slowly it became physical abuse. He beat you, slapped you whenever he wanted to. All of this happened after your mom went to work.
You didn't dare tell because your father threatened you that he won't hesitate to kill your mom. And he once did too. By poisoning her food.
It was a great miracle she came back alive. So you endured the abuse silently. Until it extended too far. You still remember it.
How he chased you all through the house to sexually assault you. You begged him not to do it. Trying to remind him that you're his daughter.
But that bastard was far too gone. Just before he could do anything a bat slammed on his head which made him blacked out.
You looked up and saw your mom standing with a bat with tears streaming down her face. It was the day that changed your life both physically and mentally.
Your father got arrested and was sentenced to prison. Your mother apologized to you frantically for not knowing what has been happening to you all this time.
At her own home, to his own daughter, by that bastard— That's why she's way too protective of you. Scared that something like that will happen again.
Because of your fear of the opposite gender she didn't dare to interject another father figure into your life. Let this nightmare end, that's all she wanted.
"—Ms. Y/n, are you listening?" Dr. Li's voice snapped you out of your horrible nightmare as you gazed at those hazel eyes nervously.
"Because of that, your body condition is worsening."
"You're not functioning properly, having hallucinations thinking things which only worsen your condition more."
He was telling the truth. Ever since that your mind has mentally shut down even though you're acting like your normal self. You were disturbed both physically and mentally.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and saw your mom was gripping you with a sad look on her face.
"Don't worry honey, just for a few days ok? Then we can go home.." Your mom's voice gave you a little bit of comfort not knowing this is your last meeting.
Zayne looked at you both and hid the smirk on his face. Finally, he can have you alone. Because things are going his way, and who is he to slip the chance?
You woke up and saw no sign of Zayne. Suddenly yesterday events flashed in front of you leaving you dreadful. You remembered his words.
'Don't you know? your mom is dead.'
It can't be true right? Your sweet mom is not dead right!?
She was the only family you had. But he never lied to you before. Tears didn't come because you cried way too much yesterday after hearing it from his mouth.
"Hmph! hmph!—"
A muffled voice echoed through the room leaving you panicked. You were so lost in your grief that you failed to see a man was on the chair with ropes secured tightly around him.
"Y—you—"
A horrified gasp as you realized the face in front of you. The face who left you in trauma. The one who you once called 'father.' Scrambling away from the bed you ran towards the door on impulse.
Suddenly a figure engulfed you in a hug as your whole body felt warmth. You looked up and saw Zayne standing in front of you with a smile on his face.
It looked so sincere like he hadn't kidnapped you. Without a thought you hugged him tightly trying to avoid the person in your room.
"What happened,love? Why are you shaking like a leaf?" Zayne looked down on you and cradled your head against his chest.
He picked you up like a child as you cling to him tightly, his grip on you was unyielding as he gently coaxed you. It was amusing for him.
To have you tremble like a leaf against him in fear because of that bastard in front of you. Watching the both of you with fury in his eyes. It was his plan after all. To capture the bastard who made your life like this.
'Disgusting filth like him doesn't get to live, how dare he touch what's mine?'
He wants nothing but to kill this disgusting bastard and rip him into pieces. But he wants your permission for that, to watch this wretched life slowly getting killed inch by inch.
"H—how did he end up here?!"
You looked at him not knowing what the hell he was planning. But you didn't dare to lose your grip on him because it was the only thing keeping your fear in control.
"Please Zayne, please do something! I don't want to see him!"
Your hands went to the collar of his shirt before you even knew it. It was not ok. To see your father again who destroyed your life. You absolutely can't face the trauma again.
Zayne's hands tilted your chin up making you look at those eyes which somehow calms you.
Calm? Right...
"Don't get scared my love, he can't do anything to you." His words gripped your sanity in a worse way.
He can't do anything? Does he even know what your father did to you? How can he say that!?
And before you even it Zayne put you down and ripped the fabric from your father's mouth.
The second he done that—
"You bitch! Why did this bastard take me here!?"
Suddenly you were 16 again.
Back to your old house.
Receiving whips from his belt all over your body. Because he was annoyed by your presence.
Hands started to sweat from the memories. Memories you tried so hard to forget.
They flowed like a dam as soon as you heard that vengeance voice.
"You bitch!? Are you hearing me or not!?"
You flinched suddenly as your feet moved backward in instinct.And before you knew it you were sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him gripping the sheets tightly.
You bit your lips so hard in fear. Suddenly Zayne kneeled down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with both of his hands.
Your eyes looked at him full of scared and panic.
"Love, he can't do anything—"
"Can't do anything!? I might remember this bitch what would have happened on that day if that stupid wretched mother of hers didn't interrupt!"
Zayne bites his tongue barely keeping himself in control. He wanted nothing more than ripping this bastard in shreds.
Not soon.
He can't be the one who's killing this bastard. You are the only person who should do it.
Slowly he sat behind you on the bed and placed his hands gently on your shoulders.
He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck leaving you breathless. It slowly trailed upwards and made Its way to your ear.
His breath ghosted your ears leaving shivers all over your body. Your father's eyes widened at the scenario happening in front of him.
He struggled to get out of the ropes but fuck— it was too tight. Zayne gave a predatory smile upon his seeing struggle and held your jaw with his hand.
Forcing you to look at your father who was glaring at you with a murderous glint. "The best way to overcome our trauma is to end it with our hands."
He held your hand and placed a heavy metal in it. A knife.
A fucking knife.
"Unless we end our trauma it will keep haunting us all through our life my love."
His words sent chills to your heart as you finally grasped what he was saying.
"What are you saying?..."
Zayne didn't miss the way you gripped the knife tightly.
"You should be the one cutting the roots, permanently."
He's right. The man in front of you was the reason for the downfall of your life.
So you should be the one giving him salvation right?
"Do it love, I know you can do it."
Do it.
You should do it. You will do it.
You must.
Kill him!
STAB
Your hand plunged the knife right on his chest in the blink of an eye.
"You beat me every time!"
STAB
"You tried to kill my mother!"
STAB
"You never let me live in peace!"
STAB
"You tries to rape me on my birthday! Your own daughter!"
STAB
"I begged you didn't I!?"
STAB
"You don't deserve to live!"
STAB
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
STAB
Crimson blood stained your clothes as you repeatedly stabbed the dead body.
His chest was stabbed multiple times leaving a big hole where his heart once was. His stomach was cut open, spilling the intestines outside which looked unrecognizable.
Multiple slashes covered his entire body as it looked like it was killed by an animal. It was insane.
His face looked nothing like the father you once knew. It looked too difficult to identify what it was once.
Suddenly you snapped out of your trance and looked at the mess in front of you.
Oh no.
What have you done?..
You killed someone!
You dropped the knife and covered your mouth in horror.
'NONONONONONONONONONO—'
Zayne covered your eyes and hugged you tightly.
"It's ok darling...you didn't do anything wrong."
Your legs started as you lost your balance and fell on the floor with Zayne holding you tightly. He hauled you to his lap and hugged your trembling figure tightly.
"I—I killed my—my—my f—father!"
Your hands clutched on to his shirt as you completely surrendered in his arms. Zayne looked at the body and smiled. His plan worked just as he thought.
You killed him.
With your own hands.
Leaving the body unidentified.
His hands cupped your cheeks as he forced you to look at him. His eyes were emotionless but seeing your tear streaked face—
God...
You looked so adorable in his arms.
Even when you are completely covered in blood. It must be fate he founded you. Or else his life would be completely meaningless.
Without thinking he captured your lips with his own.
It wasn't a gentle one.
It was meant for your submission. Your brleath hitched as you felt him ravaging your lips completely.
You should be pushing him away right? Then why are you gripping his hair and kissing him back with the same intensity?
Why are you clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you sane? He kidnapped you!—
A gasp left your mouth as he bit your lower lips and invaded your mouth.
It was rushed. The way he kissed every inch of you was sending shivers to your core. His tongue brushed every inch as it finally found yours.
Leaving you breathless all over as you struggled to get out of the heated kiss. But he wasn't having it. One hand gently brushed your locks and gripped it tightly.
Another hand pulled you closer until you were practically flushed against his chest. He devoured your mouth like he was worshipping you with his actions.
Finally he pulled away leaving a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths.
Oh.
Your eyes looked dazed.
The sight he was dying to see. To having you completely devote yourself to him.
He pressed your face into his neck and lulled you to sleep.
"It's ok... You're finally safe."
"With me."
Just like that a month went by as you found yourself in Akso hospital again.
This time with him beside you holding your waist guiding you to his office.
The whole hospital went silent as they saw a girl besides their doctor. A small figure completely clinging to him.
What shocked them more was—
The ring.
A silver ring with a jasmine flower surrounding it on your finger.
Matching the ring on his hand.
Zayne stopped in his tracks as he saw Greyson and MC staring at him with shock etched on their faces.
"Z—Zayne, who is this girl?"MC's voice came out small as she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.
"She's my wife."
That single sentence crushed her heart completely.
Wife?
Since when?
Didn't he love her??
Didn't he love his childhood friend?!
But her instincts were sharp.She didn't miss the way you flinched at his words.
Just who were you?..
Zayne continued his steps to his office.
This is what you wanted right isn't it?
To be loved by someone? To be completely devoted to you?Then why does it feel like a cage?
Maybe he's the only one you have now.
The only person who carved your heart to fit him completely.
To love only him.
But is it love?
It is.
Because you know that you can't live without him.
And that was his salvation.
Soooo I'm writing a yandere Zayne FIC 😩😩😩 Should the ending be darker??
YESS
Noo
your answers 🥺
good goodbye (soulmate! au)
zayne x fem! non mc. You are wise beyond your years, is just something people say to appease your grief of the time lost. zayne is looking for a way to make you believe that time is on your side.
Prologue | one
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victim of luck | gojo satoru
pairing: gojo satoru x reader
summary: while the chances of meeting your soulmate are one in a million, you were lucky enough to stumble across yours with fairly little effort.
unfortunately, fate has a way of being cruel, and your destined partner also happens to be your clan’s worst enemy.
word count: 13.1k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, soulmate au, forbidden love, star crossed lovers, childhood friends to lovers, blood, major injury, anxiety, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, familial disappointment, yearning
a/n: thank you to @hellicify for requesting this, I had a lot of fun writing it! It was originally meant to be enemies to lovers but I grew too attached to them being more romeo and juliet-esque!
hope you all enjoy! first long gojo fic hehe.....kinda nervous.....
The first time you met Gojo Satoru, the whole world stopped.
You’d been only seven years old, encountering him at a meeting of all the prominent clans within Jujutsu Society. Your eyes had met his electric blue ones, and your little heart had exploded with emotion that you’d never known possible. It was a desire to reach out to him, to cling onto him.
It was a desire that he shared, clear in the way that his stubby hand reached for yours, an unspoken connection formed between the two of you with a singular look. The moment was gone as soon as it arrived, with his caretaker pulling him away harshly, barking at him not to associate himself with anyone from that clan.
Regrets.
Caleb xia.
This request was made by @sailorstar9
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It was your dream to be a pilot ever since you were a child.
Honestly you don't know when this obsession of yours started but it was thrilling and adventurous whenever you saw it on tv.
And then you enrolled in high school and spent most of your time in studies.
It was tiring when you were the person who hates studying but at one point we all buckle up ourselves and study even if we don't want to.
You came first and got into the best college to pursue your dream of becoming a pilot. Skyhaven.
You finally got accepted into Skyhaven academy just like you always wanted.
And that's where you met him. Caleb Xia. Charming, sweet basically he's the golden boy everyone wanted.
At first it was only a small glance.
"He's just another face y/n.. Focus on your goal!" Prepping yourself you started your college.
But our heart sometimes acts reckless even if it gets torn apart right? You didn't mean to actually.
You didn't plan on falling in love with him.
It started to get worse when he slowly entered your life.
At first it was a group project then slowly it started to bloom into something you don't want to accept.
"So y/n, you're coming to my house this weekend right?"
Yeah.
You agreed to go to his house for another project.
It was like no matter how much you try to avoid him, the universe just keeps shoving you back to him.
Or that's what you think...
So when you arrived at his house you didn't expect to see a girl opening the door. You'll be lying to yourself if you said she was not beautiful.
"Oh, hello! You're my brother's friend right!?"
You nearly winced at her loud voice but her greetings made you feel full of warmth.
Before you even open your mouth, she grabbed your hands and pulled you into the house.
"I'm MC, I'm sorry but I'm just too excited to see a girl who's my brother's friend."
God this girl was way too friendly. You cracked a smile at her enthusiasm and nodded your head.
"Yes, my name is y/n. Nice to meet you too MC!"
She started talking about her brother's behavior like how he always teases her and picks on her sometimes.
And suddenly you found yourself in front of his door.
"Alright, he's in there! I should go to school now. It's already late"
She started running downstairs before you even opened your mouth.
"Such an energetic girl..I really love to be friends with her though."
The door opened as Caleb's eyes widened upon seeing you.
Well he clearly didn't expect to see you standing outside silently.
"Oh! You're already here, come inside y/n."
You slowly entered the room as you enjoyed the moment because it's your first time coming into your crush's house!
"Here, sit on the bed. I'll come back in a minute."
With that Caleb walked out of the room leaving you all alone.
You sat on the bed and relaxed yourself as a sigh left your lips.
"This is the best day of my life...."
You never thought that would be the worst day of your life too. What started as a group project turned out into something that you'll regret on the upcoming days.
The sun started to settle down as you and Caleb quickly finished all your pending assignments. His shoulders started to slump down and lay down on the floor.
"Finally, this project was overwork, don't you agree y/n?"
Caleb turned his head towards you as you stayed silent. You were nervously fidgeting your hands but to him it looked like you were struggling to say something.
Which you do unfortunately.
"Caleb... I need to tell you something."
That tone in your voice caught his attention. He quickly sat up and held your hands comfortingly.
His hands rubbed your knuckles in a gentle way as he smiled at you. The smile which melts you like an ice cube every time.
'You can do this y/n! Come on, just say it so you won't have any regrets.'
Taking a deep breath you looked at his eyes to confess your love which is slowly consuming you from the inside.
"Caleb, I like you! It's not a crush— I've loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you...it was like love at first sight, I mean what I'm trying to say is I love you Caleb Xia."
Caleb's body went still as he heard your confession. You love him? No—
No this has to be a joke right??
Because there's no way in hell you actually love him right? No no stop looking at him with hope in your eyes!—
"Gege! Gege! Get up! Wait, why are you crying!?"
His eyes shot up as he saw MC looking down at him worriedly.
His hands touched his eyes as he found tears decorating his eyes.
"Gege, what happened?..." Mc looked at him as he sat up and shook his head telling her nothing happened. But MC wasn't buying that.
"Gege, did you dream about y/n again?"
That single question broke his facade completely but he didn't show it.
Not in front of her.
Because if he broke out he'll have to tell the truth.
And the truth would completely break the relationship between him and MC.
"Nothing, MC. Can you leave? I'll have to take a bathe...please."
MC nodded understandingly and exited his room.
After confirming that she was not there his eyes started to cry.
Not in the way it would soon stop.
These are the tears he earned after neglecting you and your feelings.
Clutching his chest he let out a broken whisper of what he lost that day.
At that moment blinded by his devotion to MC he lost what his heart yearned for.
He still remembers how your cries echoed as he rejected you and told you about MC.
And you on the other hand?
You suppressed your cries and nodded in an understanding way.
Never once you shouted at him or yelled at him.
Because you understood how much he loved MC.
And you accepted it.
And he hated himself for acting like that back then.
He still remembers the way how you slowly said goodbye to him and walked out of his room looking at you with eyes full of guilt.
He saw how MC looked at you worriedly and gave you a hug hoping that it would comfort you not knowing it was all because of her.
You accepted it and patted her head and walked out of his house forever.
It was your first and last time coming to his house.
Maybe if he had run out after you and begged on his knees would it have worked out?
Maybe it would.
But it was just a what if that would have happened in another universe.
Not in this one.
It never will be.
He slowly collected himself and started to get ready to see you after 2 years.
He put on his tuxedo and looked at the mirror.
His reflection smiled at him in a mocking way reminding him that the past will never come back to him ever again.
And Caleb? He ignored that and put on his brightest smile to see you again.
He can't ruin the chance to see you again.
To see you in that way that would never belong to him.
The avenue bustled with chattering as it entered.
Everyone was too busy managing the arrangements for the marriage.
Caleb walked forward until he reached the front row and sat on the seat.
His eyes looked at the man standing in front of the altar wearing his wedding suit strikingly.
Sylus Qin. Leader of the N109 zone and your fiance.
He knew that it was a political marriage between the richest heiress of Linkon and the N109 zone's leader.
One that would benefit both of the parties. Just a political marriage between you and Sylus.
He noticed Sylus was looking at him and shook his head in a daunting way which only worsened his anger.
It seems like Sylus knew he was and his past with fiance.
Caleb can't make a scene.
Can't oppose marriage when he has no rights.
He's just an outsider of this marriage.
Calen knew that the political marriage was just a facade.
Because he knows that Sylus truly loves you. All of you.
He's someone who deserved to stand beside you and held your hands in his forever.
Someone you can grow old with.
Someone you'll raise your children with.
It would never be Xia.
The avenue went silent as the bride appeared at the entrance.
Caleb took a deep breath and turned towards the entrance—
And there you are.
Covered in a pure white dress flowing behind you made you look like a goddess standing there.
The veil on your head along with the single hairpin adored you gracefully.
Clutching the bouquet you started to walk forward to him.
To Sylus.
You're soon to be a husband.
A bright smile came to your face as you sat your fiance smiling at you.
It was like throwing daggers to Caleb.
Each step you took towards the altar only brought pain to him.
His breath hitched as your eyes met his.
The world seemed to stop for a minute.
A smile.
You gave him a smile.
Not with regrets, or sadness.
A smile that meant 'thankyou'. Because of him you met your love.
And you will be forever grateful to Caleb.
Caleb returned your smile and nodded his head.
His heart clutched painfully as you went towards Sylus and held his hand tightly.
He remembers how you always grip his hand afraid that he'll let go of you.
Still remember how warm you were.
Not anymore.
The dress looked pretty on you. He never thought he would see you in this dress.
This is what heartbreak would feel right?
Caleb clapped loudly along with the guests as you and Sylus sealed the marriage with a kiss.
He never got to kiss those lips.
And he can't blame anyone but himself.
Caleb didn't stop to look at you after the marriage.
He scurried to the exit quickly.
If he saw you again only tears will be the only thing he can give you.
He took one last look at you and your husband and went out.
He can't help but imagine what it would be like if he was standing beside you instead of Sylus.
To hold your hands and call you Mrs. Xia.
To proudly brag about you in front of his friends.
If only he accepted your confession it would have happened.
He wouldn't have fallen into depression.
He would be happy holding your hand.
In any other universe it would have happened.
It did.
But in this universe it didn't.
Just not in this one.
nerd!gojo who is bullied by you everyday in class, acts all flustered and stupid when you make him trip and fall deliberately.
nerd!gojo who secretly steals glances under your skirt while pretending to pick up his pen from the floor since you sit right beside his seat and then aggressively fucks his soapy hand thinking about how the outline of your cunt looked so good covered with pretty pink panties.
nerd!gojo who gets hard when you grab him by the collar and slam him against the lockers, degrading him by saying filthy words. He tries to hide the massive tent in his pants pathetically by his books but you laugh manically after finding out he gets off on all of the things you do to him.
nerd!gojo who cums the moment your palms smooth over his clothed cock in a teasing manner. And when you slide your hand inside his pants, his boxers are all wet and flooded with his thick cum and he's already a whimpering mess with his face flushed, hot and sweaty.
nerd!gojo who gets a taste of your pussy for the first time and goes batshit crazy after the first swipe of his tongue over your slick folds. you are practically sitting on his face as he devours your cunt like a man starved. he's so pussy drunk that he cums again just by eating you out making dumb, whimpering noises.
JJK BF TEXTS
jjk guys thinking your breaking up with them!! oops!!
characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki
warnings: sexual themes, cussing, slight ooc?, MEGUMI AGED UP, YUJI AGED UP, INUMAKI AGED UP. I REPEAT NO MINORS!!
THAT'S NOT ME
Where JJK men find out about their soft counterparts
Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna
Warnings: Cursing, the pictures are stretched again 💔