#toxiclove

Day 29

Near-Kiss

And the depression is hitting- so is general illness I still have the flu...

【qiluo route③】

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Qiluo: “Are you hurt?”

When I nodded, he smiled in relief and gently stroked my head. Ah… but still.

I might be fine, but you are not.

The neurotoxin consuming his body continued to worsen with every passing moment. Because of me, more and more painful scars spread across his beautiful face.

I quietly reached up and touched his cheek. He stopped the hand that had been patting my head and tilted his head slightly in confusion. Yet his expression remained just as gentle as ever.

Qiluo: “You look worried. What’s wrong?”

You: “Qiluo…”

Qiluo: “…Don’t make that face. I told you before, didn’t I? You promised not to worry about me.”

You: “But…”

Qiluo: “I was prepared for this. And so were you, right? You have to stay strong. It’s okay. I’ll keep standing until the very end, and I won’t die until I’ve seen you off.”

You: “……”

Those words made my wavering resolve tremble even more.

I had made it this far because of him. And yet, more than gratitude, I was overwhelmed by guilt for hurting him like this.

As if he could sense everything I was feeling, Qiluo lovingly brushed his fingers against my cheek.

Qiluo: “I’m fine. Seeing you make that face hurts me. You’re going back to Earth, aren’t you? So say those words again. Those words alone are enough to keep us moving forward.”

You: “……”

Enduring the ache tightening in my chest, I forced out the words that bound both him and me together.

You: “Fight for me. And… I want you to die for me…”

As I spoke through trembling tears, he smiled softly and nodded.

Qiluo: “Of course. Come on, just a little longer now. …Let’s go.”

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Broken Kings

Obsessive!Felix x Reader Warnings: obsessive behavior , deep obsession , emotional manipulation , unhealthy attachment

At Saint Jude’s Academy, the devils wear angel faces. Felix was supposed to be my downfall—instead, he decided I was his only religion. And a broken king never lets his prey escape.

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Part 1

The Grand Library of Saint Jude’s Academy did not smell of old paper; it smelled of old money. Polished mahogany,heavy velvet drapes that swallowed the afternoon sun, and the low, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock that felt less like a timepiece and more like a countdown.

Y/N kept her eyes fixed on the textbook, her fingertips pressing so hard against the edge of the desk that the skin turned stark white. It was a futile attempt to anchor herself. In this place, Y/N was an anomaly—a scholarship student admitted strictly to fill a socio-economic quota, surrounded by heirs to shipping empires, tech conglomerates, and political dynasties.

And then, there was Lee Felix.

"You’re breathing too loudly, sweetheart."

The voice was a low, honeyed baritone that vibrated right through the wood of the table. It didn’t belong to the angelic face of the boy sitting across from her. Felix looked like something sculpted from porcelain—sharp cheekbones, a dusting of faint freckles across his nose, and blonde hair that caught the dim light like a halo. But his eyes were entirely different.They were dark, calculating, and entirely devoid of the warmth he so effortlessly faked in public.

Y/N didn’t look up. "If my existence inconveniences you, Felix, you’re free to sit at any of the other twenty empty tables."

A soft, melodic chuckle escaped his lips. To anyone passing by, it looked like a sweet, private moment between two close friends. But underneath the table, Felix’s leather-shod shoe lightly tapped against Y/N’s ankle. A subtle, physical reminder of his presence. A claim.

"But I like it here," Felix murmured, leaning forward. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his gaze tracking the slight tremble in Y/N’s fingers. "And I like helping you. You’d be failing Advanced Macroeconomics without me,remember? Your scholarship requires a perfect GPA. It would be a tragedy if you lost it."

Fear. It was a cold, sharp blade that Felix knew exactly how to twist. He had spent the last three months positioning himself as Y/N’s sole savior in this elite jungle. He was the one who offered notes when Y/N’s locker was mysteriously vandalized. He was the one who sat with her when the other students whispered. Y/N had felt a profound, heartbreaking gratitude toward him—until she realized, weeks later, that Felix was the one who had ordered the vandalism in the first place. He created the fire just so he could play the hero throwing the blanket.

"I’m doing just fine on my own," Y/N lied, her chest tightening. The thought of losing the scholarship, of being sent back to the suffocating financial ruin of her family home, made her stomach churn with genuine terror.

Felix’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Are you? Then why is your heart racing? I can see the pulse in your throat from here."

Before Y/N could retreat, Felix stood up and walked around the table. He didn’t stop until he was standing directly behind Y/N’s chair. The scent of his expensive, woodsy cologne invaded Y/N’s senses, heavy and intoxicating.

Slowly, deliberately, Felix leaned down. His chest brushed against Y/N’s back, a sudden, suffocating wave of physical intimacy that made Y/N freeze entirely. His large, warm hands slid over Y/N’s shoulders, tracing her collarbone with terrifying gentleness. His breath was hot against the shell of Y/N’s ear.

"You’re so fragile, Y/N," he whispered, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "You think you can survive these wolves without me? Hyunjin thinks you’re a joke. Seungmin is already looking into your family’s debt. If I drop my hand, they will tear you apart."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the sudden prickle of tears. It was heartbreaking how much power he held, how easily he could make her feel entirely safe and utterly ruined all at once. For a split second, the sheer proximity of him—the solid warmth of his body—felt like a sanctuary. It was a sick, addictive trick of the mind. He isolated her until he was the only source of comfort left.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Y/N choked out, the question escaping before she could stop it.

Felix’s hands moved up, his fingers gently tangling into the hair at the base of Y/N’s neck, tilting her head back just enough so he could look down into her eyes. His expression softened into something almost tender, a look of profound,devastating affection that could easily be mistaken for love.

"Because you're the only thing in this school that's real," Felix murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over Y/N’s lower lip. The touch was agonizingly intimate, a spark of electricity in the cold room. "And I want to keep you all to myself."

The heavy oak doors of the library swung open, breaking the spell.

"Felix! There you are."

Hwang Hyunjin strolled into the room, the topmost buttons of his designer school uniform undone, a careless, arrogant smirk on his lips. Beside him was Seo Changbin, looking thoroughly bored.

Felix didn’t flinch. In a fraction of a second, his posture changed. The predatory stillness vanished, replaced by his usual bright, easygoing demeanor. He let go of Y/N smoothly, stepping back with a charming grin.

"Hey, guys," Felix said, his voice instantly shifting to a higher, more casual pitch. "Just helping Y/N with the study guide.She was struggling a bit."

Hyunjin scoffed, walking over and casting a condescending glance at Y/N’s notes. "Why do you waste your time, Lix?She doesn't belong here anyway. Come on, Chan wants us in the lounge. We’re discussing the gala next weekend."

Changbin, however, didn’t look at Felix. His eyes lingered on Y/N, noticing the slight redness in her eyes and the tight,defensive way she was holding her own arms. Changbin stepped forward, pulling a chocolate bar from his pocket and tossing it onto Y/N’s textbook.

"You look like you forgot to eat lunch again," Changbin said, his voice gruff but inherently lacking the malice the others possessed. "Don't study yourself to death."

"Thank you, Changbin," Y/N whispered, genuinely touched by the small gesture.

It was a mistake.

Beside them, Felix’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. A dark, suffocating wave of jealousy flashed through his eyes, so brief and violent it made Y/N’s breath hitch. Felix hated when his toys looked at anyone else. He hated when anyone else tried to provide the comfort that he was supposed to dictate.

Felix immediately stepped between Changbin and Y/N, blocking the view. He slung an arm around Changbin’s shoulders,his grip deceptively tight. "Yeah, Changbin’s right. Y/N needs a break. Go on ahead, guys. I’ll catch up in a minute."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and turned around, and Changbin followed after a brief, hesitant glance back at Y/N.

Once the doors clicked shut, the silence in the library returned, heavier this time. Dangerous.

Felix turned around slowly. The bright, friendly idol of Saint Jude’s was gone. His eyes fixed on the chocolate bar sitting on Y/N’s desk. Without a word, he picked it up, walked over to the trash bin near the door, and dropped it inside.

He walked back to the desk, leaning both hands on the surface, looming over Y/N. His eyes were wild, a terrifying mix of possessiveness and cold anger.

"You don't take things from him," Felix said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly deep register again. "You don't look at him like that. Do you understand me, Y/N?"

Y/N looked from the trash bin back up to Felix. The fear was there, beating loudly in her chest, making her hands shake under the table. But beneath the fear, for the very first time, a strange, cold clarity washed over her.

She looked at Felix’s face—at the slight tension in his shoulders, the hyper-fixation in his gaze, the desperate need for absolute control.

He’s angry, Y/N thought, a quiet realization dawning in her mind. He’s genuinely affected. He isn't just playing a game... he cares about the outcome. He needs me to look at him.

For months, Y/N had been the victim, completely powerless, reacting exactly how Felix wanted her to. But looking at him now, consumed by a petty spark of jealousy, Y/N realized something crucial: the master architect had a flaw. He was addicted to his own control. And if he was addicted, he could be manipulated.

Y/N swallowed her terror, forcing her heart rate to steady. She didn't shrink away this time. Instead, she leaned slightly forward, meeting his dark gaze head-on.

"I understand, Felix," Y/N said softly, keeping her voice perfectly compliant, perfectly submissive. She even managed a small, fragile smile—the exact kind of helpless reaction Felix thrived on. "I only need you. I know that."

Felix stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to detect a trap. But Y/N’s expression was flawless. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders relaxed, a smug, satisfied smirk bleeding back onto his porcelain face. He believed he had won.He believed he had broken her just a little bit more.

"Good," Felix whispered, reaching out to pat Y/N’s cheek affectionately. "Smart classmate."

He turned on his heel and walked out of the library, completely unaware that the board had just shifted.

Note: Vox and Y/N love eachother, but won't confess it. They play a sinfull game of pleasure and power. He want's heavan and her as his Queen but she want's to break the system. Heavan's and Hell's system.

CW: Explicit sexual content, Dubious consent / power imbalance, Emotional manipulation, Violence references (poisoning, murder), Obsession & toxic relationship dynamics

Hell / afterlife setting

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

Tabel of content I Chapter 11 Alternativ ending I Chapter 11 I

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POV: Vox

Fuck, she just ran off!

Is she already that far along?

That was faster than expected.

I followed her immediately, but then stopped, amused, when she bent over the water dispenser and let the cold water run straight into her mouth.

This woman…

The game.

Always the damn game between us.

Even in life, we played. She was the boss, I was the star. She had the power, I had the face.

We used each other. Fucked. Manipulated.

Until I poisoned her. Because she became too dangerous.

And now? Now we have a deal. I don’t kill her. Never again. Before I do that, I’ll die myself.

She stays at my side. Works for me.

But the game? It goes on. Always on.

I slowly crept up behind her.

She already sensed my presence and spun around toward me in a flash.

Her furious eyes glittered as they locked onto me.

How I love it.

Her gaze, fixed only on me. Not on anyone else. Just me.

“What the hell was that?” she snapped at me, her voice vibrating with suppressed anger and… something else.

I only grinned wider.

“Come with me.” My voice allowed no refusal.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.

Not to my office.

To my room.

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POV: Y/N

He dragged me through the corridors, straight to his door.

The massive door to his private quarters.

The door slammed shut behind us with a dull thud. The click of the automatic lock made my already racing pulse speed up even more.

“What was that?” I yanked my wrist out of his grip, my voice sharper than intended.

Vox slowly turned toward me. His grin was gone. In its place: something darker. More intense. More dangerous.

“What was what?” His voice was soft. Too soft. Like the calm before the storm.

“You know exactly what!” I glared at him, instinctively taking a step back. “That whole show! Pretending in front of everyone that we were—”

“That we were what?” He moved toward me, slowly, deliberately. Like a predator circling its prey. “A team? Partners?”

His eyes—red and blue—locked onto me with an intensity that stole my breath.

“Or do you mean something… else?”

I kept backing up until my back hit the cool wall.

Trapped.

“I just played along, like you wanted.” My voice was supposed to sound steady, but it betrayed me with its tremor.

“Oh, you did more than that.” He was right in front of me now, so close I could feel the static electricity on my skin. “You improvised. You claimed in front of all of Hell that you discovered me. That you signed me.”

His hand planted itself against the wall beside my head.

“The truth.” I lifted my chin defiantly. “That is the truth.”

“I know.” His grin returned, but it was dangerous. Predatory. “And that’s exactly what makes it so damn dangerous.”

“Dangerous for whom?”

“For both of us.” His other hand braced itself on the opposite side, boxing me in completely. “You revealed our real relationship. In front of everyone. Wrapped up as a romantic story.”

I swallowed. “No one will believe it. They’ll think it’s just—”

“Brilliant.” He cut me off, his face now only inches from mine. “You hide the truth right in front of their eyes. You turn the boss into the discovered one. The star into the… what? The lover?”

The one he was, I wanted to say. The one I loved.

But the words stuck in my throat.

“It was a test,” I tried to remain firm.

“And you failed.” His grin widened. “Or did you pass? I’m not sure.”

Suddenly, his cables shot out of his body.

I gasped, tried to jump aside, but they were far too fast.

They wrapped around my wrists, lifted them above my head, pressed them firmly against the wall. Around my waist. Around my wings, forcing them spread wide against the wall.

Completely immobilized.

“Vox!” I desperately tugged at the cables, but they didn’t give an inch. “Let me—”

“No.” His voice was final. “You wanted to play? Then we play. By my rules.”

POV: Vox

She looked at me. Those furious, sparkling eyes. That defiant expression that drove me absolutely insane.

My God, how I love her.

The thought hit me like an electric shock—every time.

I only understood it after her death.

That it was love.

Back then, when she was my boss. When she made me a star. When we used each other.

I thought it was just power. Control. Mutual benefit.

But it was more. And I was too blind, too obsessed, too damn stupid to see it.

Until it was too late. Until I poisoned her.

But I would never say it out loud. I couldn’t.

Love was weakness. Love was vulnerability.

Instead, I leaned closer, my lips almost at her ear.

“You remember, don’t you?” My voice was a dark whisper. “How it was. In life.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Don’t lie to me.” My hand slid over her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “You were my boss. My director. You made me.”

Her eyes widened slightly.

“And we fucked.” I leaned in so close my lips brushed her skin. “Regularly. In your office, while your assistants waited outside. In my dressing room, between takes. In your car. Everywhere.”

Her breath hitched, quickened.

“It was never love.” My hand slid lower, over her neck. Not squeezing. Just… possessive. “It was power. Control. Mutual benefit.”

“I know.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“You used me. For your career. For your empire.” My thumb brushed over her pulse, feeling how fast it raced. “You gave me roles, airtime, fame.”

“And you used me.” Her eyes flashed. “For your rise. Your power. Your influence.”

“Exactly.” I grinned darkly. “We were perfect partners. In every way.”

Then I dropped the bomb.

“And then I killed you.”

She froze completely.

The color drained from her face.

“Poisoned you.” My lips were right at her ear now, my voice a dangerous purr. “Because you became too powerful. Because you controlled me too much. Because I thought you were an obstacle on my path to power.”

“Vox—” Her voice trembled.

“And you know what the funniest part is?” I pulled back, looked her straight in the eyes. “Only when you were dead did I understand what I’d lost.”

That I loved you. That it was always love, even if I didn’t know it.

But I didn’t say it out loud.

“And now?” My hand slid from her neck over her collarbone. “Now we have a deal. I don’t kill you. Never again. I’d rather die myself than do that.”

“The deal,” she gasped.

“You stay at my side. Work for me. Play with me.” My grin darkened. “And the game? It goes on. Forever.”

My hand slid lower, over the curve of her breast, feeling her breath hitch.

“But this time…” I leaned in so close our lips almost touched. “This time I know what I have. And I’ll never let you go again.”

POV: Y/N

His words struck me like lightning.

He killed me. Poisoned me.

I had suspected it. Always known, deep down.

But hearing it out loud…

And he regrets it. In his twisted, broken way.

My emotions were chaos. Anger. Pain. Desire. Hate.

Love.

Damn it, I had loved him back then.

So much that it hurts.

And he killed me for it.

“You bastard.” My voice broke. “You fucking—”

He cut me off by pressing his mouth against my neck.

Hard. Demanding. Almost brutal.

I should have screamed. Should have fought. Should have told him to go to hell.

We are already in hell.

Instead, a soft, breathless sound escaped me—one I immediately regretted.

“Say it.” His teeth scraped over my pulse, dangerously close to biting down. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

His lips moved higher, to my jaw, while his hand slid over my body.

Slow. Agonizingly slow. Possessive.

“I—” My voice failed.

“You can’t.” His grin pressed against my skin. “Because you still want me. After everything.”

“I hate you,” I whispered desperately.

“I know.” His hand slid under my dress, over my thigh. “And I hate myself too. For what I did.”

His fingers found the edge of my underwear.

“But that doesn’t change the fact…” His voice grew rougher. “…that you belong to me. That you’ve always belonged to me.”

And then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric.

I gasped, my head falling back against the wall.

“So wet,” he murmured approvingly. “Already so wet for me. Despite everything.”

“Shut the—”

My words turned into a moan as his fingers began to circle.

Slowly. Way too damn slowly.

“Do you remember?” His lips found my neck again. “How I fucked you in your office? Bent you over your desk while your next meeting was five minutes away?”

His fingers slid deeper, pushing into me.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

“How you moaned my name while trying to stay quiet?” His voice was a dark purr. “How you clung to the edge of the table?”

His fingers curled, finding exactly the spot that made me tremble.

“Vox—” My breath came in short bursts.

“Just like that.” His grin was triumphant. “Just like back then.”

His fingers moved faster, his thumb finding my clit.

I couldn’t think anymore. Could only feel.

The tension built, higher and higher.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Show me that you still belong to me.”

“Never—”

But my body betrayed me.

The wave crashed over me, making me tremble and gasp, his name almost spilling from my lips.

“Good.” His voice was satisfied, possessive. “So damn good.”

POV: Vox

She is perfect.

Even now. Shaking and gasping in my arms.

My cables released her, setting her free.

But before she could fall, I had already lifted her.

Carried her to my bed.

Threw her onto the mattress.

She landed on her back, her dress riding up, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide and dark with desire.

“Take it off.” My voice was rough with restrained desire.

“What?”

“Your dress.” I stood over her, already loosening my tie. “Take. It. Off.”

She hesitated, her gaze roaming over me—defiant and needy at the same time.

“Now.” My tone allowed no refusal.

Slowly, her eyes still fixed on mine, she sat up.

Pulled the dress over her head.

Let it fall carelessly to the floor.

Now she sat in front of me in nothing but her underwear—black, lace, perfect.

So damn perfect.

My gaze roamed over her body, hungry, possessive.

“Perfect.” The word was barely more than a growl. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

I took off my jacket, let it fall.

Then my shirt.

Each piece of clothing a deliberate act, while her eyes followed me.

Until I stood in front of her wearing only my pants.

“Like what you see?” My grin was dark.

“Shut up.” But her voice held no sharpness. Only desire.

Then I knelt between her legs.

My hands slid over her thighs, pushing them farther apart.

“Do you know what changed in Hell?” My voice was a dangerous purr.

“What?” Her breathing was already speeding up.

I opened my mouth slightly.

Let my tongue slide out—much longer than she remembered.

Almost twice as long. Skilled. Flexible.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“This.” My grin widened. “Imagine what I could do with it.”

“Vox—”

“Shhh.” My lips found the inside of her knee. “Just let me… enjoy you.”

And then I kissed my way upward.

Centimeter by centimeter.

Slow. Agonizingly slow.

Over her thigh. Over her hip.

My hands held her legs apart, firm, possessive.

“You remember,” I murmured against her skin. “How I made you come with my tongue. In your office. In my dressing room.”

Her breath came in short bursts.

“How you clutched my hair while trying not to scream.”

My fingers found the edge of her underwear.

Pulled it down slowly, torturously slowly.

“But now?” I looked up at her, my eyes locked onto hers. “Now it’s going to be even better.”

I tossed the underwear aside.

And then I lowered my head.

POV: Y/N

Oh God. Oh God. Oh—

His tongue slid over me, and it was…

Damn.

So much more intense than in my memory.

Longer. More skilled. Everywhere at once.

My hands found his shoulders, digging into the fabric—I had no hair to cling to anymore.

“Vox—”

He ignored me completely.

His tongue circled, slid deeper, found every damn sensitive spot.

He knows my body. As well as his own.

Every place that makes me moan. Every angle that makes me beg.

His hands held my thighs firmly, keeping me open, exposed.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice making me tremble. “So damn good. Just like I remember.”

His tongue slid even deeper, pushing into me.

I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed.

“Just like that.” His grin pressed against my skin. “Let go. Don’t fight it.”

His fingers replaced his tongue, pushing deep into me while his mouth found my clit.

Sucking. Licking. Gently biting.

The combination was overwhelming.

I tried to hold onto something, but my hands found only smooth fabric.

Instead, I pushed my hips toward him, writhing, completely at his mercy.

“Vox—I can’t—”

“Yes. You can.” His voice was a command. “Come for me. Come on my tongue.”

His fingers curled, finding the perfect angle.

His tongue moved faster, relentless.

And then the world exploded.

The wave crashed over me, so intense that I screamed his name.

Not whispered. Not gasped.

Screamed.

“Vox!”

My entire body shook, jerked, completely out of control.

And he enjoyed every damn second of it.

POV: Vox

Perfection.

She is absolute perfection.

I slowly pulled back, licking my lips.

The taste of her—sweet and salty—filled my mouth.

“See?” My grin was smug. “Still so reactive. For me.”

She lay there, gasping, trembling, her eyes dark and unfocused.

“I… hate you.” But the words had no strength.

“I know.” I stood up, opened my pants. “That doesn’t change anything.”

Let them fall to the floor.

Now I stood completely naked in front of her.

Her gaze wandered over my body—over every scar, every line, every muscle.

A lot had changed in Hell.

“Like what you see?”

“Stop—” But she couldn’t finish the sentence.

Because I was already climbing onto the bed, crawling over her.

Until my body completely covered hers.

My weight on her. My hands beside her head.

“I missed you.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Your body. Your reactions. You.”

“That wasn’t love.” Her voice trembled. “It never was love.”

“I know.” My hand slid over her side. “Not back then. But now…”

I left the sentence unfinished.

Now it’s different. Now I know what it was.

Love. Damn, toxic, all-consuming love.

But I didn’t say it out loud.

Instead, my lips found her neck, wandered over her collarbone.

My teeth found her bra clasp—front closure, thankfully.

Opened it skillfully.

Pulled it away.

“Perfect.” The word was a growl. “So damn perfect.”

My mouth found her breast, my tongue circling her nipple.

She moaned, despite everything.

“See?” My voice was dark. “Your body remembers. Me. Only me.”

“Vox—”

“Tell me you don’t want me.” My teeth nibbled lightly at her nipple. “And I’ll stop.”

Silence.

She couldn’t say it.

Because it would be a lie.

“Exactly.” My grin pressed against her skin. “You want me. Just as much as I want you.”

My hand slid between us, positioning myself.

“Tonight…” I looked straight into her eyes—red and blue meeting hers. “…you belong to me. Completely. All alone.”

And then I pushed into her.

Hard. Deep. In a single, relentless thrust.

POV: Y/N

Fuck—

The pain. The pleasure. The overwhelming feeling of him.

I gasped, my nails digging deep into his back, scratching over his skin.

“Fuck—” His voice was rough, broken. “So damn tight. So perfect.”

He didn’t move. Not right away.

Gave me time to adjust. To get used to him.

To the feeling of being filled so completely.

“Breathe,” he ordered softly. “Just breathe.”

I did, slowly, as my body adapted to him.

And then he started to move.

Slowly at first. Almost tender.

Pulled back, thrust forward again.

A steady, controlled rhythm.

“You feel like…” He buried his face in my neck. “…coming home. Like perfect, beautiful destruction.”

His hips moved, deeper, harder.

The rhythm quickened.

I couldn’t think anymore. Could only feel.

Him. Inside me. Everywhere. All-consuming.

“Say my name.” His voice was a command, rough and desperate. “Say it.”

“Vox—” My breath came in short bursts.

“Louder.” He thrust harder, deeper. “I want you to scream it.”

“Vox!”

“Good girl.” His grin pressed against my neck. “So damn good.”

He pushed even deeper, his pace now relentless.

Every thrust hit exactly the right angle.

Every movement calculated to drive me higher.

“You belong to me.” His words were a dark promise. “Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. In this life and every one after.”

And I couldn’t argue.

Because in that moment?

I belonged to him.

Completely. Absolutely. Irrevocably.

“I—” The words burst out of me, unfiltered. “I hate you. I hate that I want you. I hate that it feels so damn right.”

“I know.” His voice was soft, almost tender. “I hate it too.”

Lie.

We’re both lying.

His movements grew harsher, more desperate.

“Come with me,” he commanded. “Now.”

His hand slid between us, found my clit.

Pressed. Circled. Relentless.

And then I was lost.

The second wave hit me even harder than the first.

I screamed his name, trembling, shaking beneath him.

“Vox! Vox! VOX!”

POV: Vox

She clenched around me, so tight, so perfect.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Followed her over the edge.

Hard. Intense. All-consuming.

“Fuck— Y/N—” Her name was a scream, a plea, a confession.

I came inside her, filled her, marked her as mine.

Forever.

We lay there, both gasping, trembling, sweaty.

My weight on her, but she didn’t complain.

“I love you.” The words slipped out.

Soft. Barely audible.

But she heard them.

I felt her freeze.

“What?”

“I love you.” Louder this time. Clearer. “Damn it, I love you. I always have. Even when I didn’t want to admit it.”

I looked straight into her eyes. They trembled.

She didn’t know what to say.

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Autor's Note: I got carried away while writing this but I still wantet to share it with you all!

More Vox ? 📺🦈

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Pairing : bf!Rafe x delulu!Reader

From the moment their eyes met, reader knew they were meant to be... She might have gotten carried away in the mean time, but Rafe doesn't mind it. The jumpscare can be scary though... 💛

the thought of what once was

and what couldve been

other nights im sobbing inconsolably

wishing i could turn back time

wanting to be in your arms once more

longing to hear your sweet nothings

desiring to be seen by you

oh that stare of yours

ive always wondered why it made me so uneasy

only to realize you were never looking just into my eyes

but also staring into the depths of my soul

you could tell i was uncomfortable and would ask why

of course i would brush it off

as if i could actually confess to you

that ive never felt so exposed

stripped naked of all of the masks i put on

to stare at me the way you did

was to unravel me

and hold the fibers of my very being into light

oh it hurts

Break me

Corrupt my mind

Do anything to me but never leave me please just give me your love and affection, I promise Ill be good for you

(@sunflower-author this is chapter 2 of yandere bonten btw this has been sitting in my google docs for quite a long time so please don't hate on this)

For a moment, the room is frozen in time.

The word "suicidal" hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. You can feel it settle on everyone like a lead blanket. Some wear it as guilt. Some as anger. And others... as an opportunity.

Your throat still burns. Your eyes sting. But you force yourself to look up.

You're not afraid of them. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

You just want to exist.

But here, existing comes with conditions. Even breathing feels like a privilege you're constantly having to earn.

"...Is that true?" Mikey's voice is quiet. Way too quiet. It echoes in the silence left behind after Akashi's bombshell.

You don't answer.

You can't.

Not because your throat hurts, although it does, but because there's no point. They've already decided what they believe.

Their eyes are all on you, drilling holes into your skull. None of them are looking at you like you're a person anymore. You're something broken now. Something that doesn’t fit. A problem too fragile to fix.

"Why didn’t you say anything?" Takeomi speaks, his voice rough and surprisingly steady. No slurring, no jokes. Just quiet disbelief.

"I..." You try to speak, but your voice barely makes a sound. You end up shrugging, and you hate how weak that makes you look.

Ran looks down at the floor. He doesn’t say anything. Rindou shifts uncomfortably. Sanzu’s eyes are too wide, too wild to read. Kokonoi won’t even glance your way.

“I could’ve helped you…” Kakucho murmurs. His voice is low, almost like he’s talking to himself.

You pick up the iPad he gave back to you earlier. You take your time typing the words before sliding it toward him.

"You could have. But you didn’t."

He reads it. Doesn’t say a word.

Mikey leans back on the couch and closes his eyes for a long moment. When he finally opens them, they’re completely empty.

"You don’t get to die. Not until I say so."

His voice is flat, final. It makes your skin crawl.

Then he looks around the room. "Everyone, leave. Except Kakucho and Akashi."

They hesitate. Even Ran looks like he wants to argue, but one look from Mikey shuts everyone up. One by one, they leave. Even Sanzu, who lingers at the door a moment too long. He stares at you before turning the corner and disappearing.

Now it’s just Mikey, Kakucho, Akashi... and you.

Mikey speaks again. "From now on, someone will always be with you. You won’t be alone. You won’t have access to any medication, razors, glass, wires... not unless someone is watching."

You stare at him, trying to keep your face calm. Inside, you want to scream and rip his face off.

"You’re caging me," you whisper, and even that hurts to say.

"No," he replies without flinching. "I'm saving you. Whether you like it or not."

Akashi watches you, carefully. "We’ve all made mistakes, Y/N. But this changes everything. It’s not about controlling you anymore. It’s about keeping you alive."

You slowly shake your head. You’re so done with all of this. You never wanted to play their game to begin with.

"You’ll stay in Kakucho’s room for now. He’s the only one you trust, and that’s fine. He’ll be responsible for your safety. If anything happens to you..." Mikey pauses. His gaze hardens. "It’s on him."

You glance at Kakucho unaware of Mikey's raging gaze at him. He flinches like the weight of Mikey’s words just crushed him.

You want to hate him.

But you don’t.

You hate everything he’s a part of. You hate this place. You hate the control, the silence, the pressure. But Kakucho... he’s the only one who still looks at you like you're human.

"You’re dismissed," Mikey tells Akashi.

Akashi nods once and leaves without a word.

Now it’s just you and Kakucho.

He kneels down in front of you slowly and carefully like he’s afraid to startle you.

"I’m not going to say sorry again," he says softly. "Because I know that doesn’t fix anything. But if you need to hate me, go ahead. Just… please don’t give up."

You're so tired.

So, so tired.

You don’t answer.

You just let yourself fall forward, right into him.

No words. No messages. No fight.

Just your body leaning into his. Eyes closed. Mind blank. And Kakucho wraps his arms around you, steady and warm, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

For the first time in years, maybe you don’t feel free.

But you feel seen.