Car sex with mean, older-boyfriend!König. (🌽 link)
König wouldn't even think about allowing you to leave his watchful and protective sight without pumping you full of his thick, hot semen first. He doesn't want anyone to have you while he's gone and you're tipsy and easily manipulated, to take his sweet and precious girlfriend. He drives his thick, well-built hips directly into your rear repetitively, plunging his fat and girthy boner deep into your slick, sticky hole on repeat while grunting hoarsely beside your ear, all while you moan out König's name between shaky breathing and pleased whines.
He growls out at the mesmerising and addictive sight of you like this; your plush and soft thighs pried wide open by König's bare hands, your legs wrapped around his broad waist, and your dress rolled up, giving him access to all of your tight holes. Your waterline brims with tears and your vision quickly becomes foggy and blurry. You can practically feel König deep within your stomach, and your attempt at holding back your tears becomes a struggle with him stretching your tight cunt out like this. Your velvety, smooth walls pulse and throb around his sweaty, filthy dick while he presses his creamy cockhead into your warm cervix, hitting places you've never felt before. König is fully aware that he's fucking you into stupidity with each thrust, as you babble and mumble out a string of pleas, begging for your sweet and desperate orgasm as you feel yourself inching closer and closer to that sweet release.
“That’s it, keep going, Mein Herz... Du gehörst mir.” He grumbles out between strained groans, his half-lidded eyes never leaving your soft figure. To say that König is overprotective of you is a massive understatement. He's fully aware and concerned of the attractive, younger men out there that could easily take his place. Your body jerks and twitches uncontrollably, your fingers grasping at your surroundings as you feel König's sensitive, thick tip slam into you one last time, shooting hot and milky ropes of his sticky arousal deep within your gummy walls, dragging an orgasm out of you in the process.
You leave that car with globs of König's cum wandering down your thigh and a tender, loving kiss pressed on his flushed cheek and soft lips. At least everybody will know not to touch you with another man's cum staining and coating your panties.
You're in your early twenties, barely twenty two, and you can hear the way some of your coworkers whisper about you occasionally. Some calling you spoiled by daddy's money, others saying you probably had a sugar daddy considering all the name brand things you carried around and wore. Without fail someone would always be side eyeing you and rolling their eyes, muttering how nice it must be to be spoiled by your family's cash.
What they don't know however, is that you're not living off of daddy's cash or even a sugar daddy.
No, the one buying you such expensive gifts is your older girlfriend, Ieiri Shoko.
You two met at a bar near the dorms of your university. She had just gotten off a long shift at the hospital and you were trying not to lose your mind from exam season, downing shots just to take some of the stress away. She had sat down on the stool next to you and in your slightly drunken state, decided it was the best idea in the world to flirt with the older woman beside you.
You may or may not have made a slight fool of yourself, you don't really remember, but either way the night had ended up with you in her bed and her number in your phone.
Of course, it hadn't been your intentions to search for a rich woman, but luck had gifted it to you anyways.
It certantly shocked your coworkers when Shoko had some spare time during your lunch hours. Instead of a greying father or an older sugar daddy, in walked an older woman who carried herself with confidence and several gray hairs.
With a tired smile, she walked over to you and pulled you in by the waist, giving you a kiss. "Hey, sweetheart. Managed to get some free time away from the hospital and decided to take you out for lunch."
Your coworkers watched with ill hidden surprise as Shoko walked you out with a hand resting on your hip, smug. You're none the wiser as you obediently follow her out, already ranting about your day to her.
Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom)
Pairing: Finan/OFC
Warnings: Illness (Cancer), Character Death(s), Grief, Infertility Mentioned, Strong Sexual References, Age Difference
Rating: M
Length: Multi
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: I have the ending to this drafted, I kind of like it. There is another chapter, maybe two until we reach that point. In the meantime, Baby Monk is performing miracles while Sihtric and Uhtred may be trying to end Finan. Good times.
Catch Up Here
Unexpected...
Lottie found herself sprawled across the bed, head shoved against her pillow, a small stain of drool on her cheek. Opening her eyes to see the soft morning light filtering into the room, she rolled over and rubbed her eyes. Through the closed bedroom door she could smell coffee and hear noise rising from the kitchen. It was barely 7:30AM, why was Sunniva awake?
Curious, Lottie grabbed the robe that had been left for her – courtesy of Eadith, pulling it over her pjs and shoving her feet into her slippers. Trudging down the stairs, she was met with the soft sound of...was that church hymns?
“Sunny?”
What in the hell was going on?
Sunniva was washing a bowl and placing it to dry, when she turned to see her – half awake – sister
“Coffee is made, there is some fruit cut in the fridge. Oh and I left some of the cheese, the red one.” She answered Lottie with a bright smile.
“Red Leicester.” Lottie filled in the blank, rubbing her eyes.
“Yes!”
“Why are you awake so early on a Sunday?” Lottie pushed her hand through her hair and groaned, looking at her sister who was actually looking alert and chipper at the hour, on a Sunday.
“I'm going to church with Osferth, he's going to pick me up in twenty minutes. Do I look okay for church?” Sunniva splayed her hands in front of the light blue dress that she wore under her cream cardigan.
“I guess. Wait, did you say church?”
Sunniva nodded. That explained the music. Sort of.
“You are going to church? Seriously? Wow, Baby Monk is fucking magical.” Lottie shuffled across the kitchen, pouring her coffee and reaching for the sugar.
“I'm going, because I thought you and Finan may want some space? It's not the whole day, but a good chunk of it. So go on, call him. Don't waste your time, but don't bang him on the couch or anything like that. Please, others have to use that too.”
“First, I am going to soak in the hot tub, drink my coffee, and process whatever possession is happening with you. Then I am going to shower, maybe read, eat breakfast, and see where my day goes. Finan is hanging out with Uhtred and Sihtric today.”
“I bet if you called him then he'd change his plans.” Winking, Sunniva rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.
Without a single doubt, Finan would change his plans. Lottie was willing to bet that he'd do almost anything to get out of that run he agreed to. Sure, she could be his scapegoat, but this was more than a run it was about spending time with his friends and do things that he used to enjoy. In a weird, twisted way, Lottie didn't want to take this away from him – in whatever form, it was kind of like another step in Finan moving forward.
“I don't want him changing his plans, he has a life and it doesn't revolve around me.” Lottie shrugged taking a sip of coffee. Placing the mug on the counter, she pulled her dark hair up into a bun, ready for a soak.
“I respect that, enjoy your day alone. I'll be home...well I don't actually know when. We may go for lunch after and then he mentioned seeing Ecgwynn, possibly. She's Edward's...”
“Baby mama.” Lottie added with a slight nod. “They had two children, then he cut ties with her and his children.”
“Rough.”
“Finan knows her, apparently she's lovely. I think it's cute Baby Monk wants to show you off.”
“I think you're delusional.”
“Whatever, I am going to open the hot tub.” Lottie took a sip of her coffee, carrying to mug to the door with her.
In the secluded back garden, she pulled the cover off of the hot tub, checking the temperature. She didn't have her swim bottoms, but that was fine, she had a robe. Besides, who was going to be here when she got out? Before sinking into the glorious hot water, Lottie returned to the kitchen for more coffee. Opening the window to talk to her sister, she did her best to hide the shocked amusement.
Sunniva in church.
That was...oh dear God.
Back in the garden, Lottie dropped her robe and stripped off her bright blue pjs with the yellow ducks. Dipping her toe into the water she bit her bottom lip, a bit hotter than she liked, but that was okay. This morning was a little chillier. Slowly sinking into the welcoming water, she laid her head back and gazed up at the morning sky. Birds overhead soaring back and forth, a good sign of spring to come.
Finan busy for the day and with Sunniva out, Lottie closed her eyes and thought of all the things she could do on her own. Cleaning? Maybe. A nice long walk? Possibly. A late lunch at the pub? Excellent choice.
“So, when did you decide to go?” Lottie called through the window.
“Last night, I asked him.” Sunniva sat on the counter to talk with her sister. “I think he was a little shocked, but why not? It's not something I do every week,” Lottie wanted to point out it was something that she never did, “but I figure it won't kill me.”
“No, but the church could spontaneously combust.” Lottie laughed over the rumbling of the jets. “Do you think Aelswith will lose her mind, when she sees you?”
“Wait, she goes to the same church?”
“She does.” Lottie nodded and laughed. “Maybe you can sit with her?”
“You're a shit disturber.” Sunniva called, pausing. “Osferth is here.”
Lottie had vaguely heard the car come into the drive. Settled in her soak, she listened through the window as Sunniva greeted Osferth. They sounded happy enough. From what Lottie could gather, Osferth had brought Sunniva an unlabeled bottle of whiskey and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps – a great gift for a girl who was willing to sit through a church service with you. Listening to Osferth explain the blend of whiskey, one which had been a reserve for employees only, Lottie giggled to herself as he became animated.
“Morning Osferth!” Lottie shouted through the open window.
“Good morning, Lottie.” Stepping closer to the window, Osferth frowned as Sunniva held her hand out barring him with a head shake.
“She's naked out there.”
“Oh!” wide eyed, Osferth cleared his throat. “Well.”
“Have a good day!” Sunniva called out. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Try to behave.” Lottie snorted in laughter as she listened for the car engine. Tires on the gravel, she waited about five minutes, finishing her coffee, and stepping out into her robe. Shivering in the chilly air, she grabbed her pjs and raced into the empty cottage.
Wrapped in her robe, Lottie poured the last of the coffee into her mug, adding a bit more sugar she opened the fridge to find the breakfast that Sunniva had left behind. Being alone felt a tad strange, although it shouldn't, she had been at Hygge alone far more than with another person's presence. The thoughts of Sunniva leaving to head back home left Lottie excited and sad. Sad that her sister would be leaving her, excited to see where the week staying with Finan would lead.
Fruit and cheese ready to be enjoyed, Lottie giggled when her phone pinged. A photo of Finan, his ball cap low and his sunglasses hiding his eyes, didn't distract from the fact he looked terrified and exhausted. Only 2 miles in and he was already beginning to regret this decision of a run. Sending back a bit of encouragement, Lottie told him that Sunniva was going to church with baby monk, at least Finan would have that amusement on his mind as he ran.
5 Miles.
Sihtric had decided, no doubt out of pity for Finan, to stop at a cafe along the route. A coffee and a break would do them good, seeing as it was 5 miles back to Uhtred's. Sitting on the uncomfortable metal chair, Finan had never been so happy to see a chair. Sweat soaked, he pulled his hat and sunglasses off, wiping his hand over his damp hair and groaning. Uhtred laughed, daring Finan to make an old man joke. How could he? Uhtred was older and had hardly broken a sweat.
“Lottie busy today?” Sihtric asked placing the coffee down on the table.
“I don't know, she didn't tell me her plans.” Finan nodded his thanks, he would have gone in but his legs currently felt useless.
“Maybe she and Sunniva had something going on?” Sihtric sat at the table, adjusting his chair.
“No, Sunniva is going to church with baby monk, I am not entirely sure why.”
“Interesting.” Sihtric mused stirring his coffee and placing the spoon down. “He really likes her then?”
Shit, now he was going to owe Aldhelm thirty pounds. A take back for the money had recently lost to the same man. Sihtric sipped his coffee and waited to hear the fate of his money.
“Sunniva and Osferth?” Uhtred snorted and rolled his eyes. “She looks like she'd eat him alive.”
“Now don't be so judgemental.” Finan laughed. “Ya know he isn't a saint.”
“No, he just looks like one.” Uhtred laughed harder, taking a drink of his coffee. Placing the mug down on the table, he narrowed his stare. “When Lottie has to go home, what are the plans?”
“What do ya mean?”
“Do you stay and wait for her to come back or do you go with her? Does she move here or do you move there? Is it going to last if there's distance?” Continuing his questions, Uhtred leaned back in his chair.
Things that Finan had been avoiding, yet knew he had to consider. A long, detailed talk was in order and sooner rather than later. Whatever Lottie wanted, perhaps foolish on his part, but Finan was willing to go with her decision. He had never saw himself living away from Bamburgh, then again, until a month ago he had never saw himself finding feelings or wanting another woman ever again. A lot of things had begun to change.
“I truly do not know.” He frowned and picked at a piece of loose skin around his thumb nail.
“But you're happy? She makes you happy, right?” Sihtric entered the conversation, adjusting his sunglasses on top of his dark curls.
There was no doubt that Lottie had made Finan happy, but Sihtric had to ask. As always.
Finan nodded, his frown turning. “She makes me incredibly happy.”
“Good, I'm glad to hear that. Whatever happens next, I am sure it will all work out.” Sihtric's smile was wide.
“I agree.” Uhtred gave a firm nod and a slight smile.
Gisela had become relentless in the last few weeks, trying to think of ways to keep the couple together. Teasing her that he was to be the meddling house wife not her – Uhtred had thought her bored, not knowing that she had been part of Osferth's plan to bring Sunniva over. Attempting to keep Lottie here for as long as they could. If Finan and Lottie were to be, then they would be. If not, then at some point it would quietly fizzle. Although, despite holding back the particular thought from his wife, Uhtred felt the latter was a bit far fetched. Finan had slowly been coming back to them, the old Finan – yet somehow changed and for the best.
Clearing his throat, Finan needed a subject change. Raising his brow, he glanced over to Sihtric. “So, tell me, what's going on with you and Eadith?”
Grunting, Sihtiric nearly choked on his mouthful of coffee. “Nothing is going on, why would you say that?”
“Lottie has a theory that ya have it bad for Eadith.” Finan chuckled with a slight shrug. He had missed these conversations and days with his friends. All along they had been there, although Finan was present he hadn't always been mentally.
“I-I don't know why she'd think that. I am n-not involved with Eadith, we're friends. Nothing more.” Sihtric stammered shaking his head. “I-I swear.”
“If you are, it wouldn't be wrong.” Uhtred mused with a tilt of his head, avoiding the sun directly in his eyes. “I see the appeal.”
“Eadith is a great woman. Absolutely, if ya like her then why not?” Finan added, lifting his coffee to finish it. “If ya are just friends then that is fine, too.”
“We are. I think. I don't know.” Sihtric grumbled, rubbing his hands against his face. “What I do know, is we need to get back to that run. Come on, you old bastards. Let's go.”
When Finan got home, he was going to spend the rest of his day becoming one with his couch and maybe an ice pack. Perhaps he should sneak off to Hygge and spend some time drowning his pain in the hot tub? Now that as an idea. Keeping pace hadn't been much of an issue, although he was certain with the amount of sweat dripping from him at the end of 10 miles, he could easily provide relief to a small drought stricken country.
Sore, stiff, and refusing to admit it to his friends Finan climbed into his car trying not to groan and whine outwardly. Sitting for a few moments, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was nearly the same distance to home as Hygge from here. Once he put the car in drive it was a matter of left or right. Lottie hadn't answered his last text, which meant she was busy. Church would be over by now and Sunniva was no doubt back at Hygge regaling her little sister with all of the details.
Snorting, Finan pulled out of the drive way, turning the car in the direction of home.
Lottie hadn't meant to ignore Finan's text, her parents were on the phone. Seeing as she hadn't spoken to them directly in almost three weeks, it was fair that she kept the conversation going. As much as she wanted to read the message right away, she had sent it to wait – which she would forget about until later.
As usual, her mother asked too many, over stepping, questions. Lottie gritted her teeth and politely reminded her that what she spoke to her therapist about was nobody's business, yes she was still speaking with her therapist. Although, a detail Lottie omitted, was that it had been two weeks ago due to the therapist taking some personal time and a holiday. Lottie was happy for the woman. Everybody needed to get away.
Besides, as she reassured her mother – Lottie was in a good place. Emotionally, mentally, and even physically. There was a stability in Bamburgh that she had found. A happiness and even some joy. Things she had been lacking back home.
“Sunny said that you have made some friends, that sounds exciting.” Her father got a chance to sneak in a word.
“I have, a lot of new friends actually. It was like you made one and they came as a group.” Lottie chuckled airily.
“And what about the man you've been seeing? Lottie, I don't think...”
“Mom, boundaries. Remember? It's nobody's business.” Lottie rolled her eyes, despite not being seen. “So what if I have been casually seeing someone?”
Casually sounded rather...Lottie wrinkled her nose. Finan was not casual, as far as she was concerned. At the same time, he wasn't set in stone either. At some point, Lottie would like to think the latter would happen.
“Are you ready for that? You've suffered a traumatic loss, Lottie, I don't want to see you make a mistake.” Her mother was a kind woman, truly, most days. Lottie closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You were engaged and that means something, you had plans for a family, and I don't see how you're ready to move on.”
“I don't think Finan is a mistake, I think he's part of why I am moving on so easily,” Lottie suppressed a groan, “I think he understands me better than anyone. He lost his wife and knows what it's like trying to move beyond that grief. I'm not going to argue and I'm not going to say that I have it all figured out, but I do think Finan is a good thing.”
“As long as you're happy.” Her father caught up to the conversation, listening to his wife and youngest daughter.
“I am very happy, I'm happy here. I am happy with Finan. I actually feel like I've left a lot of that grief and darkness behind. For once, dad, I can breathe and I don't find myself worrying or angry with the world. Some days are a bit sad, but not as many as there were.” Lottie explained with a slight sniffle. “I miss Shaun, every day. I spent a whole year trying to figure out how to live without him. Right now, I feel that I'm truly starting to do that.”
“Sunniva will be home next week, are you coming with her?” Her mother huffed, trying to reason with her youngest was like speaking to a brick wall some days.
“I um, I'm staying an extra week. I'm sorry that I won't be home for your birthday. I'm sending a present home with Sunny, though.” Lottie apologised wiping her hand across her cheeks to gather the few tears of frustration.
“I'd rather my daughter than a present, but...what can I do about that?”
“Mom, I love you, but I need to be here right now. If Shaun were here, I wouldn't be home. We were moving, remember? It would have been no different. I still wouldn't have been home for these things.” Lottie inhaled slowly, keeping her composure.
“You would have at least been in the same country, starting a family, and you would have been with somebody that I trusted. Your father and I don't know this other man.”
Wait until her mother found out that Finan was estranged from his family, worked part time in a pub, and was eight years older than Lottie. Things that she didn't need to add in today's conversation.
“You didn't know Shaun when I brought him home, either. If you want to meet Finan, I will happily bring him home when I come. I know he won't mind being drug along. Truthfully, I don't know that he really wants to be apart, period. Right now, I don't know if I want to come back. What's there for me? Why don't you get on a plane and come visit?”
“Lottie, honey.” Her father's voice was calm and relaxed. “You're a grown woman, if you don't want to come back, then why bother? Sunny and I can pack your things and have them sent. Whatever paperwork needs to be done or paid for, I'll do it. If you want to live in England or Ecuador, hell I don't know Nauru? If you're happy.”
Off the phone, Lottie could hear her mother scolding her father.
“If you're happy.” He repeated. “Then I find no problem with this. Maybe we should take some time off and come visit? Clearly you and Sunny seem to like it over there, maybe we would too? We could meet Finan and take a nice trip at the same time.”
“If,” Lottie sniffled, “if you did want to come over and visit, I know of a great little cottage to stay in.”
“We'll talk about it, okay? In the meantime, tell your sister that we love her. We love you, and we will talk to you both later on.” On the other end, Lottie could hear a slight wind in the background. Her father had taken the phone to seek refuge in the garage. Once he hung up, Lottie knew that her mother would huff and pout at him for a few hours. Slowly, he would coax her into seeing the bright side.
Placing her phone face down on the table, Lottie wiped her tears and pushed her hair back out of her face. Resting her chin on her upturned hand, she groaned. Her mother wondered why she didn't call? Huh. Lottie scoffed and frowned. The sun shone into the afternoon, cascading across the kitchen floor. A warmth that it hadn't held in previous weeks. Winter was slowly coming to an end.
Had her father been on to something? Did Lottie have to return? Surely she would have to go back for a week or two, a month? Some sort of duration before being allowed to file as a resident. Did she want to stay, permanently? Speaking with her parents had unlocked an entirely new set of emotions that she hadn't considered before. Not that staying permanently was a bad idea.
Next week, after Sunniva went home and Lottie relocated to Finan's, this was certainly a discussion they needed to have.
For now, Lottie was going to drag herself outside with nothing but her camera and take a long, slow walk.
With no word back from Lottie, Finan returned home to shower and soon found himself asleep on the couch with an episode of M*A*S*H providing a strange sort of ambiance in the background. Every muscle in his body ached, even ones he didn't know existed. Burning through his legs, each time he moved, he did his best to take it easy the rest of the day. Tomorrow, whether Lottie or Sunniva answered his messages, he was pulling rank as owner of Hygge and using the hot tub. Who was he kidding, they wouldn't care if he was hanging around or not, so long as he put his towel in the laundry and didn't leave the floors wet. At this rate that cottage was more their property than it was his.
Returning from her walk, Lottie scowled at her grumbling stomach. No sign of Sunniva. No texts. No calls. Not that Lottie was worried, her sister was a big girl and she was with Osferth. If there were ever a man that a woman would be safe and sound with, it would be Osferth without a doubt. Pulling together a quick dinner of pasta with butter and cheese, Lottie was sitting at the table reviewing some photos of an old barn that she'd taken this afternoon, when Sunniva finally returned.
Lottie looked up from her plate. “Church went extra long today?”
“Uh, no we...were busy all day.” Sunniva shrugged, her cheeks reddening. Smudged makeup had given her away almost immediately.
“How was it? Is his jaw as magical as you hoped?” Lottie giggled at herself.
“We went to lunch with his niece and nephew, after church. Then he showed me around town.” Sunniva tossed her bag on the table, wincing as she bent over to take off her shoes. “Then we had sex.”
“I did not know that my body could bend in so many ways. Oh my god, he's so sweet and innocent looking. His talent would have been wasted as a monk.” Sunniva huffed out a breath, fanning herself for dramatic emphasis.
“Wow. That is...I don't even have words for that.”
“You don't understand, he's all lean muscle under those polos and suits. And he's freakishly strong, with a lot and I mean a lot of stamina. I think we broke a tap on the kitchen sink.” Sunniva laughed at herself. “Lottie, I have never cu-”
“Nope, we're done. I don't need to know.” Lottie covered her ears, shaking her head. “I don't need details any further.”
“You told me all about your beard burn.” Sunniva laughed with a huff. “Speaking of...”
“It's getting better, thanks for asking.”
“Okay, but have you....since?”
“No, we've not.” Lottie shook her head, a strand of dark hair slipping from behind her ear. “We easily could have yesterday, but I chickened out.”
“Why?”
“I didn't want to be embarrassed if someone came over early. I want to. Oh god do I ever want to. It was...” Lottie grunted. “It was so good, maybe the best. Finan wanted me to stay last night. When you go back home, I'm going to stay there instead of here.”
“Good. I'm glad, by the way don't let me be your excuse for not staying over. I don't mind being on my own.” Sunniva shrugged opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine. “I am a big girl, I can entertain myself.”
Lottie smiled and nodded. In code that meant Osferth had possibly, and unknowingly, signed up to be the entertainment.
“How was your day?” Sunniva placed the wine and glasses on the table. Adjusting her dress, she took a seat, and reaching for Lottie's fork. Picking up a few pieces of pasta she moaned happily. “I am starving.”
“Since I don't know where your mouth has been, it's yours.” Lottie pushed the plate to her sister. “My day was, I don't know. It was good, then I talked to mom, then it was...I don't know?”
Finishing the mouthful of pasta and cheese, Sunniva frowned and licked her lips. Pouring two glasses of wine, she reached for one and left the second for her sister. “I love mom, but sometimes...”
“Today it was all about how I am making a mistake, I don't know my own emotions, I am abandoning her on her birthday, and she hates Finan.” Lottie recapped ticking each item off on her fingers. “And how Shaun and I moving would have been different, because we would have been starting a family.”
“Typical Sunday.”
“Typical Sunday.” Lottie pursed her lips and nodded. “I realised today that Aelswith reminds me of mom.”
“Oh Jesus.” Sunniva dramatically rolled her eyes. “Please no, at least dad doesn't roll over as easily as Alfred.”
“Speaking of.” Lottie narrowed her gaze, picking up her wine glass. “Dad doesn't want me to come home.”
“What?”
Nodding, Lottie swallowed the bold red, before diving into the details.
“If I am happy here, then he wants me to stay. He doesn't want me to go back. You were volunteered to help him pack my things and send them over, by the way.” Lottie informed her older sister. “He doesn't see why they can't come visit me, here.”
“D-do you want to stay here?” Sunniva raised her brow, eyes curious under her smudged mascara. “If Finan wanted you to stay here, would you?”
Lottie shrugged, watching her sister devour her meal as if it were the first thing she had eaten in years. Wrinkling her nose, Lottie felt her stomach grumble again. She'd make a sandwich later – and maybe take a minute to finally return Finan's text. Shit. She'd forgotten about that. The poor man.
“I think so. When dad said it, I didn't hate the idea and I didn't begin to immediately panic. I guess, maybe, it's a good sign?”
“Wow,” Sunniva nodded licking her lips, “okay, well then I guess you have a big choice to make.”
“A very big choice.” Lottie groaned slumping forward and resting her forehead on the table. “One that I don't have to decide on right this second. I think. So, tell me other than breaking his kitchen sink and meeting more of his family, how was your day with Baby Monk?”
“He asked if I would have dinner with him, tomorrow. If you had plans or wanted me to stay with you, then I can say no.” Placing the fork down on the empty plate, she reached for her glass of wine.
“Why would you say no? Go! You're on a holiday, too. Have fun.” Lottie shrugged, forcing a wide smile. “Go to dinner, maybe go back and convince him to let you ride that jaw you like so much.”
“You are a bad influence.” Sunniva swatted at her sister. “And dad says I'm the bad one.”
“Actually,” Lottie traced the top of her wine glass, “I wanted to see Finan for a bit tomorrow, if you're with baby monk then I don't feel guilty for leaving you alone.”
“Lottie,” Sunniva tilted her head, red hair catching the light, her big blue eyes were full of mischief, “you should never feel guilty. Especially over me. If you wanted to leave right now and go see Finan, I don't care.”
“Well, I don't, but thank you.” Lottie gave a slight nod, raising her wine glass to her sister.
“Maybe you should?” Sunniva raised her brow.
“He was busy today and he's probably tired. Besides, I want to take some time and process all of this before talking to Finan. I need to get my head on straight, before I ask him what he thinks. I just...I need a bit of time.”
“Time, yes, because we all have loads of that.” Sunniva mumbled into her glass. Lottie shot her sister a rather un-amused glare. “Sorry.”
“It's not your fault.” Lottie frowned, eyes casting down as she followed the grain pattern on the table. “I'll call him in the morning and see if he wants to have dinner and we can discuss.”
“Discussing is good. I'm really shocked that dad told you to stay, but...” Sunniva paused, picking a piece of pasta from her teeth – charming. “I think it's the right choice. If you stay here, I think in five or ten years you are going to be much happier. I don't want to sound rude or diminish you in any way, Lottie,” taking a deep breath, “I don't think marrying Shaun would have made you happy.”
Sunniva had always liked Shaun and he had been a decent match to Lottie, but the happiness Sunniva was seeing now...Intentionally hurting Lottie was not what she had intended, yet it is what she was doing. As the big sister, Sunniva had always felt protective, despite Lottie never needing her in that way. Shaun had been such a kind and generous person, with a lot of love. But he had never made Lottie smile or act the way Finan did. Lottie that had been present in the last week, was somehow a different person. Sunniva didn't understand it. The timid and grieving sister who had left home was now brighter and braver than she ever was. There was a spark with Lottie and Finan, any fool could see it without trying.
“Sunniva!” Lottie shouted, sitting upright in her chair, body trembling. “What the fuck? How can you just... You can't say shit like that, it's....”
“Lottie, listen!” Sunniva raised her voice over her sister shouting at her. “Oh, Lottie, I've seen you happier here in a week than I did with Shaun in years.” Sniffling, Sunniva ran her finger tip under her eyes, brushing the faint tears. “I love you so much, you are my best friend and my baby sister. I know that you have been through hell and I want nothing but happiness for you.”
“Sunniva. How can you tell me that I wasn't happy?”
“No, no. Don't. Just listen to me.” Sunniva demanded, huffing as she continued to wipe her tears. “I came because I needed to see it for myself, I needed to see that you were happy here. You are smart and caring, you love so intensely, Lottie Wilda Byrnes. Whoever captures your heart has to be just as kind and clever, I think Finan loves you already. I don't want to rush anything or anyone, but please think about this and maybe don't come home.”
He's seen her before. He's seen her in her marine uniform and in formal wear.
But he's never seen her look so young. His mind blames himself for leading her on and not addressing her crush on him. He should've told her how wrong it is for her to want him.
From the way she's dressed, he sees a generational gap between himself and her. Back in his day women wouldn't wear dresses above their knees or such flashy colors. She's wearing a designer floral dress. He knows it's expensive and trendy. She also has dainty diamonds on her ears and an even more delicate one around her neck. But she's also wearing sneakers. Something about how heels make her back hurt.
He wouldn't have a problem with any of it if it didn't highlight the difference in their ages, if it didn't make her appear younger than she is.
He wonders if she know what a perv he is for focusing on how the dress accentuates her curves. It's delicate tulle makes him want to rip it off of her. Her dainty diamonds make him want to kiss her and leave his mark where he touches her. Her sneakers make him want to take them off and see what coquette socks she's wearing underneath.
He wants to see her naked underneath him in nothing but her soft, innocent accessories.
The staff at Baratie give him the stink eye when they take his order. But no one says a thing after seeing the smile on her face. She wears the look of a love sick puppy on a first date.
Garp hopes it's not her first date. He hopes she has enough experience under her belt to take some guilt off of his chest. But he knows how marine life can be, specially for someone so young who rose through the ranks so fast.
“I've always admired you. I'm happy you agreed to give me a chance, sir." She beams at him after the servers are gone.
Even on a date she calls him sir. He has to clear his throat before he can reply, “ya wouldn't leave me alone if I said no. Would ya?”
He's half joking. He knows he said yes because he wouldn't be able to stand her crestfallen face.
She gasps and stutters, “no! I mean, yes! Of course I would respect your decision and maintain my distance!”, her voice drops and she looks down at her lap, “I wouldn't bother you like that.”
Ah, there's the look he wanted to avoid.
“I'm joking kiddo! If ya want'a date this ol' man, ya'll need'a get used ta his punches.” He kicks himself mentally. Already, there's a lot that went wrong. He's called his date a kiddo. Hopefully that will-
Her face lights up immediately, “of course! I'm willing to face it all just like I did your training! I really like you, s-, “she pauses before she earnestly says, “Garp. I like you a lot, Garp."
Ah darn. He wishes she stuck to calling him sir. His name rolls off her tongue so softly. He can almost hear how she'd sound moaning his name. Garp, Garp, Garp! I like you, a lot.
He wants to scare her. To turn her away. He wants her to be grossed out. He's an old man. And a perv. Maybe he should rip the band-aid now.
“Ya should be careful 'bout what'cha say ta men ma age. Back in ma day, that meant ya want'a shag the guy.” he's lying. But she won't know that.
She looks down at her lap again but this time her lips are curled up, “I do want that.”
Garp takes in a sharp breath. He pretends not to hear it. Yes, he can do that. He's old and loud and unprepared to deal with this in any sensible way. He's thinking about what Sengoku would say. Yes, think about that old fart and get that bo-
“Garp, I said I do want that with you”, she says it clearer and louder this time. Garp cannot pretend to not hear it No amount of thinking about his old friend is going to tame the wild dog in his pants now.
She's looking at him expectantly, waiting to hear his response. Her fingers fidget the lace that ties her neckline. A nervous habit he recognizes.
Garp takes a sip from his century aged wine and deicides darn it! She's old enough to be a lieutenant. If she wants this old man, she can have him .
He does not say anything. He finishes his wine before putting a hand under her chair and bringing it closer to him. He replaces her hand with his and slowly unties the lace that gives the dress a sense of modesty.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd've thought you're a minx," he feels her freeze in her seat, "you said you want this old man. Well, he wants you too".
When the lace comes undone, he leans over and presses a kiss right where her heart beats. He feels it beat faster under his lips. He thinks he's done too much so he starts to pull away when her hands come up to hold his face in her chest. The sudden movement causes him to hold her thigh to steady himself. A wanton whine leaves her lips and he has to laugh. This darned minx!
His laugh booms across the room. Loud enough for patrons to glance his way and throw him dirty looks seeing the state he is in.
He takes a moment to catch his breath while she turns away from him and fixes her dress.
"Let's wait till dinner arrives. We can continue our activities after we're done," he whispers in her ear when he returns her chair a respectful distance away from his.
"Ye-Yes! Uh, mmm. I- I'm sorry I-, for getting, uh-", her words leave her mouth in pieces and Garp can't help but laugh again. He finds himself giving into the devil An old man deserves fun too.
"It's alright. Only normal for virgins like you to loose composure like this. You'll get better with practice,"
A high pitched squeal tries to dispute the claims but the food arrives before she can "thank you for waiting, sir and miss. Your steamed Haddock with basmati and Moqueca. Please enjoy".
The waitstaff refills the drinks before leaving. Garp thanks the staff and raises his glass to her, "a cheer to us enjoyin' this day".
Suffice to say, Garp has the best meal of his life later.
A/n: It ain't a request, but oh god I simp for this man so hard. He is my personal favorite Jojo villain so far, closely followed by Pucci then Valentine. It's shame he is overhated and underrated, so I'll give him the love that he deserves. Rejoice Toru lovers, I got your backs. Also, Jojolion is severely underrated and deserve some love. First Jojo post, let’s go.
Tw: Afab!reader, Jojolion Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Possessive behaviours, Toxic relationship (Somewhat of a parasitic relationship), Co-dependancy, Stalking (Classic Toru behavior right here), Abandonment issues, Implied murder, Manipulation, Creepy undertones, Age difference (Reader is 25+ and Toru is canonically 87+, rock humans can live up to 120 and age very slowly in comparison to carbon-based humans), Interspecies relationship, Abuse of Authority, Medical malpractice (illegal usage of sedatives), WoU.
❦ “Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions..” The lyrics were blaring loudly through his earbuds, as Toru hummed along with it. In the reverie he was engrossed in, he accidentally collided onto someone. Consequently, dropping his phone in the process.
❦ Before the phone could clash with the ground and break, however, a gentle hand took hold of it and rose up to pass the device to him.
❦ “My apologies, sir. I was in a bit of hurry, you see. Please... Find it in your heart to forgive me.”
❦ Soft, yet a kind slant in the stranger’s voice snapped him from his previous stupor. As his mauvish-crimson irises wandered to meet her (e/c) ones before taking his earbuds off.
❦ “A-Ah. You don't need to apologize, miss. If anything, it's me who should apologize. I must thank you for your trouble, though.”
❦ Toru spoke with an alluring tilt in his tone, almost too charming if it weren't for the hollow eyes of his. He was the master of both guises and words. Like a jester that wore multiple masks to appease his audience.
❦ He had lived amongst organic humans for so long. Observing and adapting to their behaviors accordingly. Integrating in, yet never fully becoming one of them.
❦ He could truly never become fully human, Toru was painfully aware of that, even if he wished to be one. It's pointless to pursue such unattainable endeavour, especially if it goes against his inherent nature.
❦ The only way for him, as he thoroughly believes, to be as close to one is by accomplishing something grand. That way he’ll leave his mark permanently. That way he won't be forgotten, nor will his existence amount to nothing.
❦ Looking at the lady, he could see her wearing a navy blue medical scrub and a familiar lab coat. Is she a doctor in TG University Hospital? If so, how come he wasn't notified? He knew everyone there, aside from her. Perhaps a new hire? His curiosity has been piqued.
❦ “How intriguing…” The dark haired man thought to himself, as he shoved both his phone and earbuds into his yellow pant’s pockets. Toru chose to follow behind her. Not too far that he loses her out of his peripheral sight, but not near enough that it alarms her of his presence.
❦ In his eyes, it wasn't stalking at all but rather an observation to be made. After all for the majority of his long isolated life, he has been detached due to his “unique” circumstances.
❦ There’s something that allured him to her, was it perhaps the working of her stand? Was it fate itself? He wants to—no, must know. Yusaho was a means to an end for him, albeit you—for some odd reason—had managed to tug at his rocky heart.
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❦ Due to his nature as a Rock Human… I personally believe Toru would take a long time, before he even realises his affections toward his darling is genuine and not born out of ulterior motives. Unlike, what had transpired between him and Yasuho in the past.
❦ Maybe it was your indiscriminate kindness that had enticed his voracious attention, especially since it was out of good heart, just like how a Venus flytrap secretes a sweet nectar to ensnare an unknowing prey into it’s grasp.
❦ Or by some sheer luck, he had somehow managed to flee the Higashikata’s before they could finish him off. His life was on a single thread ready to fall at any moment, if it weren't for your intervention.
❦ Perhaps you were a miracle worker of some sort that could cure the rock disease; That he had sustained from the equivalent exchange with the Higashikata’s youngest child, or you have a stand that could heal it? It doesn't matter the reason, he doesn't understand why… But he feels indebted to you.
❦ “Urgh.. Hah.. Thank you.. Thank you for saving me..” Toru muttered weakly, looking deeply into your beautiful eyes as you carefully stitched his wounds close to prevent external bleeding. It was beautiful to him. Just like the sheen of rainbow after a long storm. The eyes of his saviour. If you weren't, then one of Wonder of U endless calamities would have already stroke you.
❦ “Shhhh.. Rest your mind, I'll take care of you.. Don't stress yourself. By heavens… what… to… you?” You replied back softly, carrying the injured oddly dressed stranger to your home. Your mellifluous voice—in spite of cutting off—soothed his fears, as he closed his eyes. No longer dreading what Toru thought was his near death, because the dark haired man knows he’ll come back just fine. Your words and actions remained etched into his mind.
❦ One thing for sure… Once Toru comes into terms with his feelings, things will roll so fast and unbeknownst to you. You’ll suddenly feel scrutinizing eyes following you everywhere—whether be it his own (most likely), one of his cohorts, or even his own stand under a guise of a close relative—most likely an older man—of your own. It's not like he had a hand in said relative’s death who may or may not figured what he is up to, it was merely an… accident.
❦ Toru is extremely obsessive, as he is attentive to his darling’s habits and needs and personal preferences to a tee. From knowing ordinary things like their favorite genre of music, videogames, flowers, to their favorite food, and all the way to their medical records (Ex: If his darling’s family—by extension his darling— had a record of a hereditary diseases he’d know, to monitoring their menstrual cycle, his darling’s exact blood pressure and whatnot, and etc..) and other personal information.
❦ Whatever information regarding his darling he will covet it like a greedy dragon that preserve it’s treasures, whether through his status as a head doctor in the hospital or/and as the leader of Locacaca Organization. No one would ever suspect him of doing that, and if they do… Well.. It's a shame that they’ll met a misfortune end, eh?
❦ “Don't worry, sunflower. I will protect you, provide for you, and alleviate any kind pain you have. What kind of lover would I be, if I can't do all of that? There is absolutely nothing that I won't do to guarantee your safety and happiness except if it meant you're going to abandon/replace me. You're my first priority!”
❦ Paired with his obsessiveness, is his manipulative and sly nature. Don't let his playful and laid-back nature fool you. What lurks under his unassuming mask, is a dark and selfish urge to obtain you all for himself. Cut you off from the greedy world, only for his eyes to relish and keep.
❦ With his forbidden knowledge of his darling intricacies and inner secrets, the rock human will emulate whatever you like and would condemn what you hate. However, he is smart enough to share something of his own interests lest you suspect him.
❦ “Toru-san, It’s nice to see you again here! But, why are you here? Aren't you busy at the moment?” You asked; Voice soft, sweet, and innocent unaware of the “young” doctor’s true intentions. You were about to leave your office to head back to your home, but Toru’s sudden appearance has halted you. It's quite surprising that he precisely knew where you had worked, let alone the exact time your shift ended. Must be a coincidence, or is it?
❦ Your ardor and charity was one of a kind. Toru couldn't help but yearn for it, yet he only desires it for him and himself only. It irritates him when you share it with others, but he hides such distaste beneath a veneer of charisma.
❦ After all, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. He wants you to come to him out of your own will, and vie for him like he does to you. He is a patient man, after all. Whatever competitor/s he has for your heart are already taken care off with utter apathy toward their untimely demise.
❦ “I just finished my shift, sunflower.. I came here to ask you.. If you would like to accompany me to the theatre? I heard they'll be playing some of Tchaikovsky works, and I thought about inviting you along since you're a big fan of his works…” The young man offered, seeing your eye light up in excitement and brought a smile onto his unblemished face.
❦ “Really?!” You exclaimed elated, before deflating as you remember your current situation.
❦ “I uh.. really want to, but I… can't go.. Well.. I have a low budget at the moment… hahaha..” You continued shyly, yet that didn't stop the charming man from pointing his pointer finger ontop of your delicate lips almost to shush you in a teasing manner.
❦ “Don’t worry, If money is your concern… Then I can just cover for you! A diligent employee like you deserve a break from work. After all, stress is the greatest killer. Let me relieve some of your burden!” Toru muttered offering his right hand for you to take, while his left pointer finger is still caressing your lips.
❦ “Bu—” Before you could argue back, the dark haired man interrupted you with a playful smirk. “It is no trouble at all, sunflower.. You do not need to repay me with anything. Your presence is more than enough for me.”
❦ He is very lucid about his unhealthy obsession. Instead of rejecting it, however, he wholeheartedly accepts it. Due to his nature, he sees it as normal. Wouldn't you like to be pampered and loved like a pet?
❦ Toru is affectionate, and a tad bit physically clingy. Nothing too alarming at hindsight. Do you blame him? He had been so alone for so long without any connections, and whoever came after him succumbs to his stand’s lethal ability spurring his loneliness even further.
❦ All except you for some reason. Was it your stand that is protecting you? It doesn’t matter. He had a taste of you, and he won’t let you go. Toru refuses to go back to the agonizingly meaningless existence that he had before meeting you.
❦ What triggers him so quickly is the idea of his darling forgetting, rejecting or/and replacing him. It is his primal fear above anything else. You are the only person, who made him think of someone else besides himself.
❦ It’s enough he was rejected once due to his youthful appearance, he won't let that happen again especially with you. He had already latched onto you.
❦ “Ahahah.. Sunflower.. Please don't leave me.. I'll be good.. I'll be what you want me to be.. Just please, I beg you, don't leave me.” Toru dropped on his knees, with his two hands clutching yours tightly in a desperate manner.
❦ To an untrained eyes, you might be in the wrong for breaking this poor man’s heart. Yet, you knew better than anyone how dangerous this man was. How his obsession run deeper than still water. Or in this case, endless stream of blood and death.
❦ If only you knew back then, saving him would lead him to slaughter anyone who came close to you. All in the name of protecting and loving you.. How delusional.. Love begets altruism, not selfishness. Though, you doubt he could comprehend that.. Left completely in the dark about his inhuman nature.
❦ You’d have let him to crumble like dust, but it was far too late for that now. As he brought your hands, to where his heart supposed to be.
❦ It is often said that human response to danger was flight or fight, yet there was a third option that is often forgotten about. Freeze.
❦ Taking advantage of his beloved’s shock, he swiftly administered a sedative into her body. Slowly watching her body fall limp. Before your head could reach the concrete, he held you close to his chest.
❦ “Tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are…” The rock human muttered softly, carrying your unconscious body to his “home” that he had bought for you. Away from civilization, just the two of you living together forevermore. The notion that you're dependant on him for everything, puts a smile on his face. He wants to be your world, just like you are to him.
❦ Escaping him is pointless, since the rock human has his connections everywhere. That, and his obsession for you had gone so far, that even his stand has inhibited some of it.
❦ Whenever Toru goes in his habitual sleep cycle like most rock humans do, Wonder of U most likely is keeping watch over you. It's very apparent since disasters and freak accidents follow you like a moth to a flame. It may not harm you directly, but the guilt that eats your mind for being the indirect cause of the bystander’s death will prevent you from trying again.
❦ “I must commend you! Not only were you clever to discover a way through my abilites, yet found a way to run away from my user. However, it's no use fleeing from us… You will only bring calamities to innocent bystanders… You do not wish for that, would you? The moment our eyes laid on you, human, it was preordained for us to be one. It would be best for you to make amends with your fate.”
That König moodboard is making me want a fic where a 21 year old baby!König pursues a mid-thirties depressive (like me). It just sounds like a good time.
SADFSD I would inhale this fic...
Horny age gap thoughts under the cut 🫠🧍♀️(I upped our baby boy to being 25 lmao I'm weak)
It’s just so attractive when a woman knows what she wants. The tired stare when he tells her he’s 25 but he’s already a captain only makes him want to prove his worth more! She looks at him like, “Excuse me but what do you bring to the table” and he could make a list for her; truly, he could! He’s so eager to please and show that he’s a man; look, he makes more money than you, too. He provides for his Mama, so don’t you even think he wouldn’t provide for you...
And why would you want a man your age when there’s a more virile option available? He has at least twenty erections per day, he’s far more fertile if you’re looking for someone to breed–uh, he means, if you’d like to have babies one day… Come on, isn’t he the perfect option for you in every way?
You’re always breathless when he leaves for work, and silently thank your guardian angels that you’re still intact… You’ve told him a hundred times he doesn’t need to prove anything to you with his dick, but he does so anyway, and you barely get enough sleep whenever he’s on leave. So eagerly he wants to show you “his new tricks”... Truly, your pussy sighs from relief whenever this crazy young man marches out the door.
And what the hell are you supposed to do with all these gift cards he sends you? Does he even listen to you when you tell him you prefer experiences over material things? Ok, he hurries to say on the phone: you can pick a vacation spot for you two. Bali, Caribbean or Cape Horn? Svalbard? No?
You like it when a man is enthusiastic and commits, but this is a bit too much… And your pantry is wrecked after his visits, frankly you feel like he’s still a boy growing up from how much he eats... Your friends call you a cradle robber affectionately, even if you scream at them that he’s 25, not 15.
Can’t a girl enjoy some hot sex here, huh??
If only he was only after sex as well, but he’s not, kneeling in front of you when you’ve only just woken up and trying to have breakfast… You almost choke on your bowl of latte when this horny puppy is suddenly at your feet, holding up a diamond ring with a wide, heart-melting smile.
It’s not even the proposal or the rock that bothers you the most: how the hell can you say no to that lost-now-found dog stare??
This is exactly what the title says, a list of all my works in progress, ideas I’ve had that really spoke to me and got me writing, and faint concepts of ideas that I either have no idea where I’m taking them or know exactly what I want, I just have yet to write them. They kind of go in order, the top of each category being ones I’ve written more for, and the bottom being less fleshed out, so read these with that in mind. I included the status of each one, along with a word count as well, so you have a good idea of where I’m at in terms of writing them.
I would like to add, that I have so many things I want to read and engage in, and when I finish my current project, I'll be taking a break to do just that, because I see a lot of ya'lls stuff and want to read it, but alas, my brain.
Spoilers, triggers, all kinds of stuff below the cut, so read with caution. If you don't like, don't read. If things like incest, non-con, cannibalism, drug-abuse, eating disorders, mentions of sexual abuse or sex-work make you uncomfortable, take care of yourself while reading over this. <3
Long-Fics
“Just A Friend” Status: Rough Draft, 98k words
Main Pairing: Satoru Gojo/ Suguru Geto
Other Pairings: Ieri Shoko/ Iori Utahime, Kento Nanami/ Yuu Haibara, Yuji Itadori/ Megumi Fushiguro
Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ieri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kento Nanami, Yuu Haibara, Megumi Fushiguro, Tsumiki Fushiguro, Nanako Hasaba, Mimiko Hasaba, Yuji Itadori, Minor Original Characters
Summary: Set in 1997, after being abruptly moved from where he grew up in NYC, to a small town in rural America, all Satoru Gojo really cares about is getting out of here. While planning out his presumed uneventful last year of high school, what he doesn’t expect is to make friends, real friends, for the first time in his life, one of them being Suguru Geto.
When I got the idea for this, I originally just wanted to write a one-shot of Suguru taking Satoru hunting for the first time. Though obviously that quickly spiraled into an almost 100k word rough draft, that follows Satoru’s perspective his senior year of high school. This story is heavy, angst filled and riddled with tragedy, following similar plot points to canon. There are mentions of child abuse, sexual assault, character death, alcoholism, along with period and setting typical homophobia. It is a slow burn, and despite all the previous warnings, it does have a happy ending.
I don’t know when I’ll get to fleshing this out and posting it, one of my biggest struggles is capturing Satoru’s cadence and playing off his perspective alone, despite most of the plot and issues in it revolving around Suguru. Though I will say it is one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written, and quite the outpouring of my heart for these characters and my own adolescence growing up in the south. When I do get around to working this one out, it will be a slow journey, I really want to do this one justice because of how much it means to me.
“Just Look At Us Now” Status: Outlined, Rough Draft, 11k words
Main Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro/ Yuji Itadori
Other Pairings: Megumi Fushiguro/ Ryomen Sukuna, Uruame/ Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori/ Yuko Ozawa, Nobara Kugisaki/ Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki/ Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo/ Suguru Geto
Characters: Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Uruame, Toji Fushiguro, Tsumiki Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto, Aoi Todo, Yuko Ozawa, Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zenin, Mai Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Choso Kamo, Ino Takuma, Kento Nanami, Nanako Hasaba, Mimiko Hasaba
Summary: Megumi shared Yuji’s dream of taking over his grandfather's restaurant and grew a secret relationship with him while making it a reality. When Wasuke passes away, his final words become a rift between them, and Megumi becomes sick of hiding his love for Yuji. One year after an explosive break up, they’re still harboring their love in secret, a love that takes the shape of an affair, and the only one who knows the truth about them is Sukuna. Sukuna, who works alongside them, and wants Megumi all for himself. Just when Megumi thinks his life can’t get any worse, his estranged drug-addicted father comes stumbling back into his life.
This one came about while I was watching ‘The Bear’, and the desire to write Sukuna as a sleazy line-cook, though that quickly developed into something far more intricate. It follows Megumi and Yuji’s perspectives while struggling with their present decisions, and flashbacks to the past of how they got there, until everything comes to a head towards the end. “Just Look At Us Now” is full of angst and tragedy, there isn’t really a moment where things truly get better in this story, and it touches very heavy on the effects of drug addiction, alcoholism, disordered eating, and codependent relationships. While there is some very hot and steamy sex, not only between Yuji and Megumi, but also a threesome between Megumi, Sukuna and Uruame, a lot of it is infidelity, and that includes the emotionally (and physically) incestuous relationship that Megumi forms with Toji after he starts living with him.
I don’t have much to say for myself with this one, I love it, it explores some of the darker themes of the human condition, and while it may have a hopeful epilogue, this story does not really have a happy ending. There are some pretty heavy depictions of child abuse, manipulation, infidelity, drug overdose, eating disorders, and incest in this story. Yuji and Megumi’s relationship is a huge focus in this, and how Megumi found meaning in life through him and his dreams, though quickly loses it when Yuji doesn’t turn out to be the person he’d set on a pedestal in his adolescence. I really wanted to play with this dynamic, and the effects it has on someone’s life and self-worth to base their entire reason for living on someone else, instead of themselves. It is fully outlined, though I don’t really have much more than the first few chapters written out and it will definitely be a hard one to write, as I’m sure you can imagine.
“Loving Is Easy” Status: A Figment, Rough Outline/One Chapter 8k words
Main Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro/ Yuji Itadori
Characters: Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Aoi Todo, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo
Summary: Megumi is working his way through college as a dancer at a club, occasionally taking things a bit further for some extra money, which is exactly how he meets Yuji. It gets far more serious than he’d ever anticipated in one night, but Megumi is living a double life and quickly shuts down Yuji’s attempts at being more than a hook-up. Unfortunately for him, they quickly become friends at college when they keep running into each other. The catch is, Yuji has no idea Megumi is the ‘girl’ he’s been pining over this entire time.
This one is so half-cooked it isn’t even funny, but it is very self-indulgent as well. I will be fleshing this one out, I love the premise, especially the idea that Yuji is just slow enough to not realize his best buddy from college is the hot one night stand he had. Megumi of course has a lot of angsty feelings about it, thinking that he isn’t good enough for him and that if he knew the real him, he wouldn’t be so into him. I have a rough idea of where I want to take this, though it’s mostly hanging on the Big Reveal of Megumi admitting to being the ‘girl’ Yuji had sex with, and of course our girl Nobara, being right about it all along.
Also, for those of you eyeing the Sukuna and Gojo additions, yes, you’re absolutely correct, they are some of Megumi’s clients! They’ll play a big role in this story too, but again, it is very half baked, though I do intend on giving them a happy ending, maybe an open one, but happy.
No summary for this one, mostly because I’m not entirely clear what I want to do with this one or where it would go, but it is an A/B/O fic. Megumi was institutionalized as a troubled teen and forced into a surrogacy program for omegas, where he’s impregnated by mistake with Yuji’s sample, after Yuji sent it off to look for his long-lost brother. Lots of trauma, angst, all around bad times but Yuji and Megumi will persevere, if I ever get around to actually outlining this one more in-depth, it will certainly have a happy ending.
Summary: After everything they’ve been through together, Yuji has been watching and waiting for Megumi to notice how devoted he is to him, but the years keep piling up behind them, and when Megumi gets hurt after a mission with his students, Yuji gets sick of waiting. He takes matters into his own hands, and that’s when Megumi wakes up after dinner at his house, to find himself chained up in his basement, with no idea how he got there or Yuji’s motives behind it.
I’ll start out by saying this one will be a ‘Dead Dove’, and certainly not for everyone, but the idea came to me, and I just fell in love with a very possessive and just all-around twisted Yuji. How he’d justify it all, and then also the idea that all a long Megumi has loved Yuji, of course he has, but he never really openly expressed it. Yuji hasn’t either, but I like to think that after the trauma of what they experienced, there is this feeling like he gave up so much to save Megumi, almost like he’s owed his attention and affection, his devotion. This story will include graphic depictions of abuse, both physical and sexual, mostly through Megumi’s perspective as he comes to terms with being locked up in Yuji’s basement, and the realization that things could’ve been different but now, it is far too late for that.
This is probably one I am most excited about, but much like “Just A Friend” I have a desire to really take my time with it, due to the graphic violent and erotic scenes, complicated emotions, and just and all-around dark nature of the story. I just want to iterate that Megumi is being kept as prisoner under the guise of Yuji wanting him all to himself, and nothing that happens to him is consensual, even though at times he finds himself enjoying it. This will not have a happy ending, and will be left open, in the event I ever want to return to it and write more for it.
No summary for this one, it is truly just a concept at this point in time. It follows Megumi’s perspective after the events of Shibuya, when instead of waiting and taking over his body, Sukuna is able to reclaim it through working with Kenjaku and Mahito and then kills them. After, he takes Megumi to be his, drugging him and holding him captive while plotting to destroy the rest of the world and rule over it once again, as The King of Curses. I haven’t really settled on the plot of this one, though I do know it will be a bit of a bittersweet/sad ending, since Sukuna has completely brainwashed Megumi, even once he’s rescued and back with Yuji, he will always be connected to Sukuna.
I don’t know when I’ll get around to fleshing this out or fully outlining it, but I couldn’t get over the idea of Sukuna taking Megumi after defeating Mahoraga, locking him up and drugging him, while Yuji struggles and does all he can to save him. The idea that in the end it didn’t matter, that Sukuna already has his mind, and his body, and how heartbreaking that must be for him as he tries to rekindle what little spark they had between them after defeating Sukuna, just feels like a fun tragedy to play with.
Okay, no summary for this one either but I actually have a lot of the plot outlined, which is going to be the most crack-ship/ fix-it fic I’ve probably ever written, and I have zero regrets. A/B/O, picking up at the beginning of canon, where Gojo and Megumi have a sort of ‘omegas with benefits’ situation going on, where they lean on each other during their heats, something that started to happen after Suguru died. When Gojo starts leaning on Nanami instead, and Yuji enters the picture as an alpha, Megumi immediately finds himself pining for him, though that is all cut short when Yuji dies. Sukuna makes a deal with him, and he gets brought back to life, but in that time Nanami and Gojo have sort of broken up, so while hiding him from the higher-ups and everyone else, they start sleeping together.
Megumi of course finds out, but only when he goes into heat and Gojo allows Yuji out to help him. They mate, share bites and everything, and the drama really starts to kick up when both Megumi and Gojo come up pregnant. They’re convinced both of the pregnancies are Yuji’s, and all the while Sukuna is being very annoying, not interested at all in Yuji and Megumi’s issues, but instead vying for Gojo, to have him all to himself.
It’s a cluster fuck of issues, they’re all problematic, most of all Gojo and I genuinely just want to write the most obnoxious, porn with plot, fix-it A/B/O fic in existence. I don’t know when I’ll get around to this one, even if it is a lot of fun to think about, it’ll be an angst free comedic story, with a happy resolution for pretty much everyone involved. This fic has the potential to become a long fic, though for now it goes into the shorter category.
This one is genuinely just a concept, I have very little written other than a brief outline of a few chapter ideas and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to this, but it’s essentially a ‘West Side Story’ sort of vibe, where Megumi is a hired assassin, working to pay off his father’s debt to the Gojo clan and his target is Sukuna. Of course, he runs instead into his twin brother, Yuji, and lots of violence, pining, hot sex, and angst ensues. Romeo and Juliet type of situation, they’re in love, but the world won't let them be together. I have not a single clue in the world where I would take this, need to dedicate time to research, etc.
In this similar vein, I also have a Western AU brain worm, and I’ll just couple them together here, because they’re both faint figments of my imagination that will take lots of time to develop. They’re both such interesting AU’s, I like the idea of enemies/rivals to lovers, but I have yet to dabble in it while writing, similar to A/B/O, which is why a lot of those ideas are on the back burner so to speak. Possibly these ideas will just get shoved into one fic, I don’t know.
One-Shot’s
“Inbred” Status: Outlined, 3k words
Pairing(s): Yuji Itadori/Ryomen Sukuna, Kaori/Kenjaku, Jin Itadori/Kaori, Choso Kamo/ Kenjaku
Characters: Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Jin Itadori, Wasuke Itador, Kenjaku, Kaori Itadori
Listen… This one is a cluster fuck, mostly because my outline mainly consists of me trying to piece out this absolutely bat-shit incestuous family, and who’s fucking who. Essentially, I want to get to a point where Yuji and Sukuna, who is Yuji’s uncle and brother, have a very possessive and unhealthy relationship, have very angry and hot sex. This is mostly porn with very little plot, the plot being Sukuna killing off members of their very fucked up family so he can have Yuji all to himself, and they have very hot sex, and live together after. The catch being, after killing everyone, Yuji finds Sukuna has been dead for a while, and is simply hearing his voice inside of his head as he commit’s these murders, and imagines them having sex like they used to before he died. Kinda a half baked plot, I’m not hard set on anything, and this is one of those where I am more than willing to extend it, but for now, it’s just a psychological thriller with incest porn, where Yuji suffers.
Kenjaku and Kaori are twins, Wasuke’s kids, and they have twins, Jin and Sukuna, and then Kaori and Jin have Yuji together, along with Kaori and Kenjaku having Choso, for those interested in the family circle I’ve got going on here.
Inspired by the song ‘Inbred’ by Ethel Cain, this is another story where it will take me awhile to flesh it out, since I want to do all of the dark themes justice and capture each character’s cadence.
“Famous Last Words” Status: Outlined Figment, 2.5k words
Pairing: Satoru Gojo/ Suguru Geto
After Suguru’s death, Satoru holds onto his body and starts slowly eating him. While eating him, he starts having vivid hallucinations of him talking to him, which only get stronger the more of him he eats, leaving Satoru to struggle with the fact that not only is he slowly disappearing, but when he does these ‘visits’ will end. This one is dark, and more of a character study than anything, but I really wanted to paint Satoru in a light where outwardly he holds himself together, but inside, he is cracking and falling apart, slowly unraveling the more he has these conversations with his dead best friend. Suguru goes from being very loving and forgiving, to spiteful and mean the more they go on, which is more a reflection of Satoru’s view on himself then how Suguru actually felt about him, since these are not real encounters, just hallucinations.
Another one inspired by an Ethel Cain song, something I do really want to write and explore, heavy with themes of grief and love, and of course cannibalism.
“Untitled” Status: Outlined, Rough Draft, 1k words
There are two of these, which are just continuations of my ongoing Megumi/Yuji smut one shots, set in canon universe. One of which being Megumi setting up to tie Yuji to their bed and peg him, while watching himself in a mirror the entire time. The other one, is Yuji letting it slip while they’re having sex that he’d love to get him pregnant, which quickly spirals into them both discovering they have a breeding kink. I have very little written for these, though I typically write these when I have writers block for my current long fic and just enjoy having fun with them.
Neither of these have names, though again, they sort of serve as a palate cleanser for me when writing very heavy angst and fluff or switching between the two, so I get to them when I get to them. A lot of my names for fic’s are song names, I think the only outlier is “Just A Friend”, though I might just name them whatever I feel like at the time if I end up finishing one and haven’t found something that fits.
That’s all folks! I am secretly hoping I don’t add to this list, because I am not sure I will get to all of them if I do, haha. I hope you enjoyed reading about my little brain worms, things I’ve been thinking about for a while and do really hope to get out so you can read them. If any of these in particular interest you, please don’t hesitate to let me know! I enjoy sharing this stuff, and if there is something you’re looking forward to I would love to hear about it.
