#but yeah if anyone has fun little Last Window If It Was Better ideas I want to hear them. Housemate shenanigans my favourite.

[black-and-yellow]

Last Window if it was awesome

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Crimson Lust ❙ TP Knock Out x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: Smut ( self touching ), possessive behaviour and car fetish ( I have no idea what else to call it lol ). NSFW 18+.

Notes: Who doesn't love the beautiful red medic? These robot x human pairings are a lot of fun. This was an interesting write to do. Thanks for requesting and hope you like it. 🥰

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To watch street racing gives you a whole new feeling that rushes through you. The speed, the roar of engines, the smell of burning rubber, it was a drug you didn't want to shake off.

At the race you will attend you will try to get a free ride in the race, seeking if any of the drivers are interested in your company. All that has to be done is for you to wear a tight fitting dress and you have them wrapped around your finger.

For the last couple of years you did this and you never want to change or shake off your obsessive thrill. Though it does change a little when you meet him. The gorgeous red Aston Martin.

Turns out he has secrets too and what was meant to be a simple free ride in a race turns into you being thrust into a world where now giant alien robots walk among earth.

Knock Out he calls himself, cute name you thought, oddly enough.

At first he seems curious about you, then it grows into fascination, and quickly jumps to obsession. He likes you, and doesn't want you riding in anyone else's car ever again. He becomes possessive even when you honestly don't mind.

Being owned gives another odd warmth in your belly. A need for attention from him has corrupted your mind. It doesn't matter which race you will attend, he always finds you.

Tonight you walk into the high beamed area where people gathered, talking loudly, cars roaring and heavy music thumping that rocks through your heart. You let out a delightful hum, loving the feeling.

As usual you wear one of your dresses, a crimson red, on purpose of course. You are expecting to find him here just like the last time. You are aiming to please him and last time you remember he asked you to wear more red just for him, and you do.

Wearing plump red cherry lip gloss, rose blush, and dark red heels, you complete the look.

There are guys who approach you offering a good time. In another life you would've been flattered, but you've found something so much better now.

The familiar sound of the Aston Martin grabs your attention and smiles warmly as the car drives up beside you, the passenger door opening for you to climb in. The windows are tinted so dark that it is near impossible for anyone to look in. Perfect.

"My my, is this all just for me?" You hear Knock Out ask through the radio and you can sense a smug grin in his tone.

"You asked for it last time honey." You answer casually as you got comfortable. "I missed you."

"Did you know? Well, how about something for me? Go ahead, I want to feel it again." He didn't beg but you can hear it in his voice, the desperation.

Letting out a flattered giggle you lean forward across the dashboard. Your hands slowly smooth their way across the surface, pressing your finger tips a little more firmly to rub him before using your lips to kiss him on top, softly dragging your tongue across the same area, teasing him and slowly moving away again.

You can feel him shudder under your touches making you smirk softly in delight. You enjoy having that effect on him.

"The race is about to start darling." You say through a silky voice.

"Excellent." You hear him purr in return.

At the starting line you are already shivering in excitement as Knockout lets out a couple of loud revs beside the others. You bite your lips feeling the excitement burn through you right down to your core.

At the go, the racers take off. Your back hits back against the leather seat as you grip against the side door and seat, a shaky aroused breath leaving you as the speed gets into your head.

Your breathing picks up as you feel your very core warming more, becoming moist so quick. Yeah, you get turned on with street racing, but the effect is so much stronger with Knock Out. He knows how to drive and put on a performance.

The seat starts warming up making you glance over the console of the car, feeling yourself smirk knowing Knock Out is watching both the rode and yourself.

"Do it." His given order is clear. You know what he wants.

Slowly your hands glide up across your breasts over the fabric, tugging the tub down ever so gently and revealing them for the show you were putting on. The fabric only sits before your breasts as you bring your hands back up, touching them softly and pinching each nipple as you bite your lips through a fruity moan.

You can hear Knock Out moaning through the rawr of his engines as he drives, picking up speed as he passes other drivers without struggle.

Your hands then slowly snake down across your belly and thighs, where your bodycon dress ends and move the fabric up higher. You wear no undergarments, never for Knock Out.

"Primus." You hear him say next, not fully understanding the meaning of it but you don't question either. You simply go with it.

Spreading your legs you show him a better view of yourself, hands smoothing over your inner thighs. You have slid down a little in her seat to bring yourself closer towards the consol, where you know he is viewing you from.

You bring your hand back up towards your lips and suck at two fingers, wetting them and giving a teasing view for Knock Out before dipping them back down towards your aching core.

Letting out a soft sigh of pleasure you start to play with yourself, spreading your core and rubbing at your clit gently as your back arches under your touches. You truly knew how to touch yourself, and only you can ever make you feel like this.

You are curious though just how Knock Out might touch you, and that is something to learn perhaps another time. For now, it is time for you to put on a show as he races.

Gently slide your heels off from your feet and pop them up onto the dashboard so you're able to spread your legs more in view. Your back is arched, body exposed, and fingers rubbing at yourself in excitement.

You can feel every vibration from Knock Out against your body, adding the sensation to your growing arousal as you also feel his speed picking up more. He's going so fast!

Your other hand comes up to your breast, massaging gently and twerking at your nipple as your other dips a finger into her depths.

"Oh god..." You moan out in delight, curling your finger against your walls as you move your thumb around your clit. "A-are you winning?" You manage to ask him.

" I always win." He answers through a satisfied hum. "I assume that pleases you?"

"Yes...yes!" You can't help but raise your voice, your fingers working fast at yourself.

Your toes curl as they rest up against the dash, tingling pleasure sparking through every inch of your body, two fingers now pumping into yourself.

"Such a delightful sight you are." You hear Knock Out say, a casual chuckle leaving him. "Do you imagine it's me inside you?"

It sounds silly, impossible, but you do. Everytime you touch yourself you imagine it's Knockout fucking you, no matter how unrealistic that might sound. You crave his robot alien dick.

"I do...Everytime!" You finally admit, working your fingers more firmly and even twisting your nipple making you cry out in bliss.

"Perhaps one day we can...experiment." You hear the grin in his voice, and it gets you so fucking horny even more.

He pushes the pedal as you add a third finger inside yourself, pumping you hand as you twerk your nipple more firmly, heavy breaths leaving your plump lips with your hips raised off the seat more. You're close, so fucking close.

Your juices leak from you, coating your hand and running down your skin and ass. With your eyes closed you could see it, his alien dick in your view. You've never seen it from him before but you can only imagine how magnificent it would look like.

"Knock Out....Knock Out...I'm fucking close!" You chant his name as you warn him, seeking his permission.

"We're almost there darling." You are not allowed to cum until he finishes, that was his rule, and you always follow.

He never loses and you know he's almost there. It won't be long before you can finally cum for him, your beautiful alien robot friend, your addiction, your wild fetish.

"Eat my dust!" Knock Out yells through a booming laugh at the other drivers as he crosses the finishing line.

Within seconds you fall apart, letting out a loud cry of bliss as you clamp around your pumping fingers and arching your hips even further as you cum hard.

After the buzz has calmed down you slowly lower yourself back on the seat as you also move your weak legs back down. Heavy breaths leave you, skin heated and sweaty, tired eyes holding such beautiful lust and calmness all at once. You feel amazing.

The race is over but Knock Out isn't going to stop driving, and he loves watching you after the thrilling experience.

"You always know how to put on an exquisite show." Knock Out says through the radio, and you can hear the faint smugness in his voice.

"You know I'm the best. You're not going to find anything better." Is your response as you fix your snug dress back down and up again.

"How about a casual drive? Think of it as a treat from me for being so good." Again, smugness.

"Treating me like a pet?" You can't help but ask through a smirk. "It is a rather beautiful night. Do you mind dimming the lights inside darling?"

He does as you ask, even moving your chair back for you, followed by soft and slow techno music making you smirk softly again.

"Such a romantic you are."

"You love me."

You don't answer him. All you do is lean into your seat and listen to the music, eyes staring out into the night sky. Knock Out wasn't human, but does that mean what you two had growing couldn't expand further?

Your thoughts slowly drift and sleep takes over shortly. You feel safe with Knock Out, always. You know when you wake up you'll be back home and in your bed.

Your red knight in shining armour will always take care of you.

[the-al-chemist]

Shoreside Conversations

A/N: @drinkyoursoupbitch’s idea to restart Worldbuiding Wednesday was one of her best yet (and she has many great ideas). It’s brought a little fun back into writing, and this little short story has been incredibly fun to work on. Based on this prompt from the First Lady of Soup herself:

Warnings: mild innuendo, severely bad lying.

The spring evening was light but cool, with the sky turning a rosy shade of pink and the crescent moon starting to rise before the sun had finished setting. Outside, a gentle breeze was blowing, but it couldn’t reach the interior of the seaside restaurant where, at a table by the window, three witches were chatting over a bottle of fizzy wine.

The wizarding community of Great Britain had been at peace for almost a year, but Artemis’ friend Penny had only recently returned to England, having escaped to France with her young family when the war first broke out. Penny had always been a social butterfly, and so neither Artemis nor Chiara had been surprised when she had invited them both for dinner at the Italian restaurant that had opened near her family’s beach house in Cornwall less than a week after she had come home.

”It’s just wonderful to see you two again,” Penny told the pair of them, almost breathless over the top of her wine glass. “I’ve really missed you both.”

“We’ve missed you, too.”

“So,” continued Penny. She had that all-too-familiar expression on her face, the one she always had whenever she was hunting for gossip. “What’s new with you?”

Artemis had never known Chiara to be the first in a group to speak up, so she volunteered up a piece of information about her life. “I’ve started a new job.”

“Another one?” Penny’s eyebrows shot up, but she quickly regained her composure. “I mean, that’s good. What are you doing now?”

“I’m a case investigator for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“And? Are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah.” Artemis nodded. “I am, actually.”

She was half-expecting Penny to ask her more questions — more personal questions, at that — but Penny had decided it was Chiara’s turn.

“What about you, Chiara? How is work? How are things with Jae?”

“Work is… busy,” said Chiara, her voice as soft and lilting as Artemis had always known it to be. “But, St Mungo’s have welcomed me back without kicking up a fuss about the whole” — she lowered her voice to the point that she almost mouthed the words — “werewolf issue.” Her lips pursed slightly before she spoke normally again. “And things with Jae are good. Never better, really. Actually, he asked me to marry him last weekend.”

Across the table, Artemis could see that Penny was almost vibrating with excitement.

“Oh, my goodness,” she said. “Did you say yes?”

Chiara’s mouth curved into a shy smile. “I did.”

Artemis braced herself for Penny’s squeal just in time. A couple at the neighbouring table looked over, clearly concerned, and Artemis shrugged apologetically at them before congratulating Chiara. Penny, apparently too excited to sit still, rose from her chair and half-leapt around the perimeter of their own table to hug their friend. In her excitement, she knocked the handbag she had hung on the back of her chair, causing a tiny glass bottle to fall out of it.

Before anyone had a chance to catch the bottle, it plummeted to the ground and broke with a tiny, high-pitched smash. Immediately, the air was filled with a smell that was overpowering, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly pleasant. Artemis breathed in the scent, feeling both more relaxed and invigorated as she did so. Across the table, Penny’s blue eyes widened into circles and the colour rose in her cheeks.

“Oh, no. Oh, dear.”

“Don’t worry, Pen,” Artemis said. “If anything, the place smells much better now.”

It really did. Whatever had spilled out onto the floor smelt good, at once sweet and salty, smokey and earthy, and…

“Penny.” Chiara’s voice cut into Artemis’ thoughts. She had one palm placed to her nose, and above her hand her usually pale cheeks were flushed and her pupils fractionally dilated. “Is that what I think it is?”

Artemis had no clue what Chiara thought the little bottle had contained, but her suspicions were clearly correct, because Penny nodded her head sheepishly. Chiara sighed, though whether it was out of satisfaction or exasperation, Artemis couldn’t tell.

“Merlin, I haven’t smelt that since sixth year Potions class,” muttered Chiara.

Not having taken Potions classes past her fifth year, Artemis was still none the wiser. “What? What is it?”

“It’s Amortentia.”

“Amortentia?”

Penny shushed Artemis whilst looking over both shoulders.

“It really isn’t what it looks like,” she whispered. Artemis and Chiara exchanged glances.

“I think it matters more what it smells like, to be honest,” said Artemis. “What are you doing carrying a vial of Amortentia around in your handbag?”

“Well, technically it isn’t actually Amortentia. It’s a perfume made with Amortentia. They’re very popular in Paris, you know. I’m actually writing an article about it for the next edition of the S.O.U.P. Quarterly.”

“For the what quarterly?”

“The Society of Occupational Unctioneers and Potioneers. It’s for anyone who works in the potions industry, or in a line of work where potions are needed for use. Actually, Chiara, you may be interested in joining. We are always looking for new members, and…”

“And what about the Amortentia?”

“Oh, I’ve been asked to write a guest piece for the Society journal. It’s the first time, and I’m rather excited about it, actually,” Penny explained. “I thought the perfume would be really interesting to write about, seeing as it’s not such a common thing to see over here yet, but now that the war is over, I’m certain that it will become rather fashionable.” Her eyes had lit up. Perhaps it was because she was talking about her favourite subject, or it might have been the effect of the Amortentia on the floor. “How it works is, they put the Amortentia into the perfume, and when it’s worn it makes the wearer more… Well, you know, appealing.”

By the time Penny had finished talking, her cheeks were pinker than Artemis had ever seen them, and the couple at the next table were paying so much attention to one another that they hadn’t noticed the waiter who was trying to take their orders.

“I think it works, you know.”

The three witches looked across at the couple before silently giggling into their wine glasses.

“Maybe we should all start wearing it,” suggested Chiara. She was clearly joking, but Penny nodded in earnest.

“I have some samples I’m using for the article, you can have them when I’m finished.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to—”

“Don’t be silly, it’s no problem at all. I’ll just owl them to you. You too, Artemis.” Before Artemis could protest, Penny continued, “You’ll be glad of them once you meet someone.”

Artemis almost choked on her wine. She composed herself as best as she could before responding, “Yeah. Maybe. Thanks.”

She had assumed that her answer would be vague enough to not arouse attention, but it appeared that she had underestimated Penny Haywood.

“You’ve already met someone?”

“No,” Artemis said quickly. Too quickly.

“Oh, my goodness. Who?”

”No one.” When Penny pursed her lips in blatant disbelief, Artemis sighed. “No one that you’d know.”

“You never know, I might know them,” said Penny. She had a point, Artemis realised. Penny’s list of acquaintances was never-ending. “So, what’s his name?”

There was no way out of this, Artemis could tell. Still, she couldn’t help but scan the room looking for an exit. As her eyes wandered, they happened to land on the name badge of the waiter serving the neighbouring table.

“Mario.”

“Mario?”

”Yeah, Mario.” Artemis nodded definitely. “His name is Mario.”

Penny frowned. “I don’t think I know anyone called Mario. Is he someone you work with?”

“Yeah. Well, sort of,” Artemis corrected herself. Penny was bound to know one of her colleagues — or, if not, she would at least know someone else who did — and she wouldn’t have put it past her friend to ask others about Mario. “He’s a Magizoologist, but he doesn’t work for the Ministry. He lives abroad usually.”

That wasn’t entirely untruthful, and even Chiara seemed half-convinced. Artemis took a sip of wine in order to hide her face behind the glass.

“So, what does he look like?” asked Penny. “Tall, dark, and handsome?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Just your type, then.”

Artemis wrinkled her nose. “Is it?”

“Well, yes.” Penny laughed, but she still wasn’t finished with her interrogation. “So, how long have you been seeing him? Have you talked about the future yet? Are you worried about how it’s going to work out, what with him living abroad and you living here?”

The room suddenly felt very hot. Artemis shuffled in her seat, trying to quench her sudden need for movement. Her chest had tightened uncomfortably, but she hid the sensation by shaking her head and laughing.

“Calm down, Pen,” she said, as breezily as she could muster. “It’s not like that.”

“Not like what?”

“I dunno. I guess I just don’t think the Mario thing is… It’s not very serious. At all. You don’t need to think too much about Mario. Forget I ever said anything about Mario.”

The look on Penny’s face made it clear that she was disappointed, but Chiara smiled gently.

“As long as you’re happy, Artemis,” she said. “That’s the main thing, isn’t it, Penny?”

”Oh, yes. Yes, as long as you’re happy.”

“Thanks.” Artemis put her glass down. “Anyway, Chiara, you’re going to have a wedding…”

It was the perfect distraction. Penny sat up so straight in her seat that her buttocks almost seemed to hover above it, and turned her attention wholly to Chiara. Artemis sat back in her own chair and let the other two women talk, letting the pitter-patter of conversation wash over her. It was familiar and warming to sit and chat with her friends, as long as she didn’t allow herself to think too much about the moments when Rowan would have said something wry and clever, or Tonks something witty and outrageous, if either of them had been there to say anything at all.

By the time she and her friends left the little seaside restaurant, Artemis’ head was fuzzy with the mixture of wine, Amortentia perfume, and thoughts of those who were and always would be missing. She Apparated back to Bill’s house, nestled in the dunes of another Cornish beach, and found Charlie sitting on the sand, setting fire to a small pile of driftwood without even using his wand.

“What are you doing?”

Charlie did not even look up from the driftwood. “I’m making a fire.”

“Without me?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to get back.” Charlie shrugged. “Do you want to grab some drinks and snacks, or have you had enough at dinner?”

Artemis probably had had enough, but she couldn’t see any harm in a little more. She snuck into the house and took a half-full bottle of Firewhiskey, two mugs, and a packet of marshmallows from the kitchen before returning to the beach. Charlie had succeeded in lighting his Muggle fire, and she sat beside him, watching the flames flicker against the indigo backdrop of the sky and sea.

“How were Penny and Chiara?” asked Charlie, as Artemis poured him a glass of Firewhiskey.

“Good.”

“And the dinner?”

“Tasty.” Artemis held out the marshmallows to Charlie in way of an offering, but he declined them with a wave of his hand. She pierced a marshmallow with her wand and held it over the fire, where the flames licked at the sides of it. “It felt strange, it just being the three of us.”

“I’ll bet.” Charlie glanced at her. “You want to talk about it?”

There wasn’t much more to say about it than that, so Artemis shook her head. Charlie nodded his own, and in silence, lay down on his back. Artemis kicked off her boots and let her bare toes dig into the sand.

“Oh, guess what? Jae and Chiara are getting married.”

Artemis had expected some sort of surprise or excitement from Charlie, but he gave her neither. Instead, he only said:

“So, he finally got around to asking her then?”

“Wait, you knew he was going to ask her?”

“Yeah, he’s been planning on it for months. He’s told me about it every time I’ve seen him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Charlie shrugged. “It wasn’t my news to tell.”

“I guess that’s fair enough,” said Artemis. “Just so you know, if Jae mentions anything next time you see him, I have a new boyfriend called Mario.”

Slowly, Charlie lifted his head from the sand. He turned his face towards Artemis, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Penny asked me if I was seeing anyone,” Artemis explained. “And I told her I wasn’t, but she could tell I was lying—”

“Shocking.”

“— so I just told her I was going out with a guy called Mario.”

“Of course, that’s what anyone would do in that situation,” said Charlie, completely straight-faced. He propped himself up onto his elbows. “And what did you tell them about this Mario?”

“Not much, just that he is a Magizoologist and that he’s tall and good-looking.” Artemis glanced across at Charlie, who was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “But it’s not anything serious.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” Charlie blinked and shook his head. “And, they believed all of this…”

“I think so? I mean, I changed the subject pretty quickly. Penny was happy to talk about Chiara’s wedding and this soup club she’s joined.”

“A soup club? As in the food?”

“No, it’s for potion people. She’s writing an article about Amortentia for their journal and spilled some on the floor of the restaurant. You wouldn’t believe how much it smelt.”

“I would,” said Charlie. “I still remember when Jae made a cauldron full of the stuff in our dormitory in fifth year.”

“He made that in your dormitory?”

Charlie nodded. “Oh, yeah. Stunk the place out for weeks.”

“I mean, at least Amortentia smells good,” Artemis reasoned.

“True, but it did make for quite a few awkward mornings, if you know what I mean…”

In a way, Artemis wished she didn’t know what Charlie meant, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face.

“What did you think it smelt like?” she asked him. “The Amortentia?”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a very personal question.”

“Good job that we are very personal friends.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows at Charlie, whose lips twitched and eyes looked out over the sea in the distance.

“A few different things, really,” he said. “Sort of like the garden back at home, and a bit like the air after bonfire night, though that might have been because of him setting the bottom of the cauldron on fire. And it smelt like Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

“Hmm. Like pine trees and… marzipan? It was very sweet and a bit nutty.” Charlie glanced at Artemis. “Yeah, it was nuts, alright.”

There was a look of mischief in his eyes that made Artemis roll her own. Charlie laughed softly to himself.

“And you?” he asked. “What did it smell like to you?”

Artemis frowned as she tried to remember the smell of the Amortentia, and found the scent easier to recall than she had thought it would be. It was as if the smell of the perfume had lingered in the air around her all the way back to Shell Cottage, but then, that might have been because of the salty breeze rolling in from the sea, the Firewhiskey in her glass, the leather of her boots discarded on the sand beside her, the marshmallow toasting on the end of her wand.

“I guess it sort of smelt like this.”

Charlie smiled, and Artemis popped her toasted marshmallow into her mouth before lying down on the sand beside him, face up towards the stars.

[raisethestake]

Hatred?

Sirius Black x reader (NSFW)

18+ only please

If you want a THIRST story, here you go.

From a few years back, but may as well put it into the world for anyone simping for Sirius as hard as I do.

Warnings: dominance, light BDSM, full on sex, suggestions of abuse.

Character backstory here (not relevant to enjoy this story, but might provide more insight):

Hatred?

She heard footsteps, and instantly prepared herself for the worst.

A few moments later, Sirius appeared at the dining room door, where she was cleaning the stove. Her hair was tied back messily and her hands were covered in black muck. She returned her attention to scrubbing after brief acknowledgement of his presence, seemingly unwilling to begin a conversation, so Sirius took this liberty.

Bad idea.

"You realize the dirt has been made by magical creatures? You can't remove it permanently." Sirius was right. For the past few days, she had been so tense that any words exchanged between them had led to an argument. She seemed to have taken to rising and going to bed later and later just to avoid his presence, and frankly he'd had enough.

"Do you realize there's also a hell of a lot of plain dirt from the fact that since living here you've not even lifted a finger?" She didn't even have to look up to deliver such a retort, and its infuriated Sirius all the more.

He scaled the side of the long room, down to where she was, picked up her bucket of water and began to make his way to the back door, when he felt a burning sensation. She had her hand wrapped around his wrist, exuding so much energy it was scorching his skin. He tried to snatch his hand away but she held firm, her eyes finally meeting his. He'd got her attention.

"Give it back. I'm busy." Her voice seemed to come out as a menacing growl. Sirius fought back a strong urge to give her back the bucket. If he hasn't had so many years practice with Remus' wolf speech, he would've given in. Instead, he managed to use his free arm to open the closest window and toss the bucket out.

He expected her to attack him, but she simply let go of him and attempted to make her way to the kitchen to get another. He discreetly pointed his wand and whispered a barrier spell, smirking a little when she was unable to walk down the stairs. She stood on the first step and every inch of his skin burned as she looked at him with shining golden eyes.

"Why are you trying to stop me from being useful?"

"Because you’re only doing it to avoid me." Sirius stated confidently. He refused to let her get her way this time.

"So, I'm useless."

"I didn't say that. I said cleaning is useless"

"Why are you trying to control what I'm doing? I'm my own person not a fucking servant"

"A fucking servant would do a better job"

At this, she snapped. She took a step back from the stairs and advanced on him. "How am I supposed to do a better fucking job if you won't let me?!"

"You-"

"You offered me this house as my home! And you do nothing but act like a self-righteous brat who fucking owns the place!"

"I do own the-"

"Then treat the people in your home with some fucking respect!"

Sirius hated when she interrupted him. She seemed to be the only person who had the nerve to, which just fuelled his anger. "Look at you talking! If this is your home too, why don't you treat me with some fucking respect?"

"You don't deserve it!"

"Right, okay. I don't deserve respect but don't think you have a permanent place here.” Sirius instantly regretted his words as she finally broke her gaze away from his, a trace of hurt in her eyes.

"Yeah, sure. You can guarantee I'll be gone by the morning." She began to walk out of the room. He'd fucked it. He didn't mean that last comment. If she was to leave, things would go back to the way they were. Drawling days and lonely nights, just him and Kreacher. The rooms would no longer fill with music and geranium oils, but the same old dust mites and musty stench; his voice would crack when greeting someone after days on end of silence.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't go back to normal. The thought alone filled him with an aggression he couldn’t contain.

What he did next even surprised him. He moved before he had the chance to think, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her into a violent kiss. A few moments passed, and he could have sworn she started to kiss him back, when yet another sharp pain shot through his body. She had bitten his lip. Her neck still in his grasp, she pulled away by lowering her head onto his chest - the only way to separate their lips.

"Sirius, you can't do that." She said in a low, quiet voice.

"I can and I know you won't stop me." He felt like he had no control over his own body as he watched himself swallow down the taste of blood and pull her mouth back onto his. They continued to kiss - he was right. She was kissing him back. He dared to loosen his hold on her neck, and she didn't pull away. In fact, he wasn't sure she'd even noticed he'd practically let go. He used both of his now free hands to rub down the back of her thighs, pick her up and set her on the table with her legs spread.

"I could kill you right now." He heard her growl as he grabbed her hips and pulled her pelvis in to meet his.

He leaned over her, pushing her back, one hand keeping a firm hold on her backside, and said with a smirk "You definitely could but you don't want to."

"Oh, believe me, I want to."

As he pulled her in for another rough kiss, he ran his hand down her torso, down her pelvis and slid his fingers over her dripping pussy. "Oh, I can tell you want to." He said with a sly grin.

"I have a boyfriend, Sirius!"

Sirius grasped her jaw and pulled her gaze up to meet his. "Then tell me, right now, to stop."

Her eyes seemed to glaze over slightly, but she held his gaze firmly. "...I have a boyfriend, Sirius."

He held her gaze as he proceeded to slide his fingers inside her. He heard the smallest intake of breath as her whole body tensed. "Tell me you want me to stop."

She seemed to stare into his soul for a moment - her eyes filled with hatred. Sirius took the silence as a cue to kiss her again. He noticed her writhing unwillingly under his touch as his fingers moved inside her.

A few minutes passed, leaving them both panting and barely able to contain themselves - thirsty for more. His brutal side long having taken over, he pushed her further onto the table and climbed on top of her - using one hand to pin her wrists above her head, and pressed his hard cock into her body - letting out a low groan as he did so.

He kissed her again as he grinded against her. Their muscles seem to work in harmony. Her abs contracted with arousal and he noticed she had closed her eyes, seemingly in the moment. Overcome with greed, he released his grip on her to take off his shirt. She tried to bring her legs together to slide off the bench, but Sirius had his legs strategically placed so she was completely immobile from the waist down. He unzipped his pants and released his hard cock from his boxers. He leaned over her, breathing heavily into her neck as he pushed himself inside her. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, and he just made out the words "You fucking vile bastard" through a sigh of pleasure, causing him to scowl.

"Useless whore." Grunting in pain from a sharp nip on his neck, he grabbed her hair and fucked her as hard as he desired.

• • •

She had not expected this.

Since a few weeks back, when Sirius had offered her a home, he had had a few fits of anger. Mainly from people shutting down his ideas or playing it safe in meetings. She had been told to always keep her distance when this happened. Other people turned their backs, ignored him or became extremely interested in the closest book. They seemed convinced this was the best way to calm him down, and she had followed this tactic with the determination of becoming a good housemate. They were, of course, right, but she'd had enough of treating him like a child. Over the past few days, she'd begun to put him in his place, and he did not like it.

Whenever he made a snide comment, she pulled him up on it instead of letting it slide. She forced him to eat proper sized meals instead of picking at a block of cheese from the fridge, and made him carry a fully charged phone whenever he left the house without an explanation. It was probably the hardest challenge she has ever taken on, and she had been dragged into the underworld to make Hades his very own pet sun. All the same, she found herself compelled to see it through.

But this? I mean, a few minutes ago she had been cleaning as she did almost on the daily. Now she was lying under Sirius Black on the kitchen table getting fucked to oblivion. However, it's not as though she was complaining.

Wait. No. Of course she was complaining! Charlie was the most perfect boy you'd ever meet. He was outdoorsy, had the most charming grin and never failed to crack her up with his humour. She loved Charlie. She had always been certain. She loved his family, they worked well together and never really fought. It was perfect. So why was she suddenly questioning that whole relationship? The feeling right now was brand new. Something strange in her body. She was almost certain it was just plain old hate, but there was something different - she couldn't put her finger on what.

He had the strength of a berserker. He was able to hold her down even with one hand, his heavy hands grasping firmly. They owned her body so confidently she almost begged for more before stopping herself. She told herself she wouldn't let him get any satisfaction from this, but the more she resisted, the harder he seemed to get.

At one point she thought he'd had enough. He pushed himself off her and left her wrists go. Feeling a little let down at this early finish, she almost forgot to take this opportunity to get away. She tried to slide off the table, but Sirius had pushed his legs out into a certain position which meant she literally couldn't move at all. It was when she felt his cock enter her that she completely gave in.

"You fucking vile bastard." She heard herself say, and heard the response "Shut up you ugly, useless whore." She pushed her pelvis up, hoping she hit his balls for this comment. Sure enough, he let out a groan in pain, and pushed his cock in even deeper.

Thoughts were forgotten and instinct took over. It was only afterwards that she was able to process what happened.

She should have felt guilty. She was very much cheating on her boyfriend. But in that moment, all she could feel was bliss. She opened her eyes for a second and saw Sirius looked the exact same way. She didn't understand how she felt so good. There was nothing but tension and hatred between herself and Sirius. They could barely be in the same room most of the time. How had she ended up in this situation, and why did she like it?

Besides, Sirius was almost twice her age. Trivial things like age had never mattered in the demigod world, but she was in the wizarding world now. She had to get accustomed to the things that were different, and she was sure this would be looked down upon should anyone find out.

When Sirius started to slow a little, probably nearing climax, she pushed him off. He allowed her to sit all the way up, and, standing again, she pushed him over to the kitchen counter. She used one hand to cup his jaw, the other to caress his cock. Looking powerfully into his eyes, he got the message and started to sink to the floor. She straddled his lap and sat on him, letting him sink inside her again. She rode him deep ad she stripped off her cami and let him kiss between her tits.

When Sirius was too desperate to wait, he grabbed her waist, held her close to him and maneuvered them so he was on top of her, lying on the floor. Both were nearing climax and fucked until creamy white fluid dripped out of her vagina onto the cold slate floor. Sirius collapsed on top of her, panting into her neck for a few moments, before kissing all the way down her torso and finishing with a single lick of her vulva.

He knelt up and they stared at each other in silence, both still panting. Still lying on the floor, she crossed her legs defiantly, as if to say 'No more.' As Sirius set his back against the counter, She knelt up and began to get dressed. Wiping Sirius’ blood from her mouth, she picked up the blackened cloth that had been forgotten, wiped the fluid off the floor, and made her way down to the kitchen to wash. Sirius, aware that he was now covered in black dirt from her hands, grabbed his clothes and head up the stairs to shower.

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 64

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Part 63

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Contains: All the fluff, so much fluff, happiness, smut.

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“Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are.”- Marianne Williamson

"Audrey, honey, I can't understand screaming. You've been fed and changed and you've had a good nap so why are you yelling at me." You did your best to calm her down but it seemed futile.

"She wants Sam that's why she's crying. I grew her and she only wants her daddy." Ima sounded amused, not angry.

"Well he's at the store little one and he'll be back soon, can you stop screaming please?" You knew it wasn't going to work but you were getting desperate.

"She's three months old y/n, you can't reason with a baby."

"I can try Ima, nothing else will work." Audrey didn't want to listen to reason, she wanted her father.

"Are you ready for the party?" No one had told you or Jax anything and you were worried about what Billy and Opie had planned.

"I have no idea what's going to happen, how can I be ready for that?" You knew it was going to be fun, regardless of the fact that it was happening close to Charming and not some faraway destination like so many bachelor and bachelorette parties.

"It will be fun, Sam and I loved our joint one. I think you two will love what the guys planned." She sounded excited.

"Yeah, I can't wait. I just hope Gemma can handle the kids." It had gotten better between Gemma, Sam and Ima since Audrey's birth but things were still a little cold.

"Nero will be with her, Billy told me he set up stuff for them to do while we have fun. They're getting three days away to wherever we're going, they can't complain." You and Ima both knew that was wishful thinking, Gemma could always find something to complain about.

Ima smiled, "None of that matters, you and Jax are getting married in two weeks and we want all the focus on you."

"You're not going to give me anything?" Everyone had been very tight lipped about what Ope and Billy had planned, you couldn't get anything out of anyone.

"Nope, you'll just have to wait and see."

****

Everyone loaded in cars, splitting off into the bridal party and the groomsmen with Billy driving you, Ima, Abel and Audrey. You knew where you were going an hour in when you recognised the route to one of Anvil's safehouses, "I know where we're going so are you going to let me in on what's going on?"

"Nope, you'll just have to wait." Billy sounded so smug, he had clearly planned something big.

"Will there be cows mummy?" Abel's eyes hadn't left the farmland outside the window since everyone had left Charming.

"I'm not sure little man, the last time I was there, there were cows next door. Maybe Grandma can take you to the dairy up the road." It was a lovely area so at least Billy and Opie picked somewhere quiet.

"Only if Addie can come too." Abel adored her, he followed her around, doing his best to help, it was adorable.

"Of course Addie can go, I'm very grateful you're looking after her for us." Ima and Sam had embraced Abel's curiosity with open arms, he did keep Addie entertained.

You ruffled his hair, "we're almost there sweetie, I'm sure you'll love it."

****

By the grace of God and amazing traffic, everyone arrives at the same time. It was even nicer than you remember, the spring causing the garden to grow lush while the river trickled in the background. The forest at the edge of the sprawling farmhouse was a twitter with birds and there was a gentle breeze in the air. Abel rushed to his father the moment you unbuckled him from his seat.

Jax lifted him into his arms and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips before looking around, "wow, this place is nice."

You smiled, "just wait until you see where we're going for our honeymoon, it leaves this place to shame."

The group followed Billy up the short driveway to the house and Billy stopped before the door, "Welcome to our farmhouse, don't let the looks deceive you, his place is a fortress. The happy couple get the main bedroom and there are four other couple rooms but other than that you are free to pick where you sleep as long as the y/n's side and Jax's side mix, most of you should be able to have your own room. We'll talk about our weekend once everyone's settled."

The door opened and the group headed in, taking in the exposed beams and natural light that was the inside of the huge house. You took Abel's hand and pointed to the left and smiled at Jax, "we're down this way my love."

Ima and Sam followed you with Audrey with Billy hot on your heels, "There are three rooms and a nursery in this wing of the house. Ope and I already set up the nursery. It's right between the main room and one of the bedrooms so looking after the little ones won't be a problem."

You smiled and turned to look at Billy, "wait, does that mean we'll be sharing a wall?"

Billy rolled his eyes, "yes, so please keep it down. I don't need to know about that part of your life."

You chuckled, "I make no promises, you might need earplugs."

Abel paused, "why mummy?"

You looked at Jax, who shook his head, "Uncle Billy doesn't want to hear as jumping on the bed while he trying to sleep is all." Jax sounded as smug as ever.

Abel looked deep in thought, "Ok daddy."

Jax sighed, life was good.

****

Juice sighed and flopped onto one of the couches, "This place is huge, what do you use it for?" Once everyone had settled in, the group moved to the main room on the ground floor so Billy and Ope could explain the events for the weekend, Gemma and Nero went for a walk with Abel and the baby so it was just the main wedding party. 

Billy smiled, "Forest training and target protection. If a team can protect a property this big, they can do anything." 

He and Ope shared a look then Opie spoke, "Bill and I buried various parts to something somewhere. You all have the next twenty four hours to find them. It's going to be the bridal party vs the groomsmen, the winners are the ones that find the most parts, the losing team cleans up after the wedding." 

You turned to Jax with a smile, "my team is going to kick your team's ass, your going down peach butt." 

Jax smirked, "not a chance darlin." 

The groups had already slipped off, ready to run off but Billy stopped them, "There are hints hidden everywhere, to get a clue to the location of the hint, you're going to have to answer a trivia question. First question, why does the bride stand on the left side? Option one, so the groom can fight off other men with his sword arm or option two the right side represents strength and godliness while the left is weakness." 

Juice's hand shot up and Billy smiled, "it's one. I learned it in one of my computers game." 

Billy pulled a slip of paper from his shirt and handed it to Juice, "your hint." 

Juice read it and his face fell, "I have no idea what this means?" 

Billy's smile grew, "then you gotta hand it off to the bridal party." 

Angela flapped her hand and Juice passed it to her, before smiling and whispering in your ear. You stepped closer to Jax and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "you are going to lose so hard Teller." 

Without another word, your group raced off, Ope and Billy following and Jax stood there slacked jawed, "well, follow them." 

You landed in the flower meadow while everyone waited for the next hint. It was Opie's turn to speak, "The bachelor party oriented where? Ancient Rome, Medieval England or Sparta."

Your hand shot up, "It's Sparta." You thought for a minute, "the hint is Sparta?" 

Opie nodded, "yep."

An idea came to you, "The Hyacinths, check them." Your group only had a few seconds head start before everyone started looking. Upon getting level with the flowers, you noticed that they here in carefully hidden pots instead of in the ground and when you lifted the pot, there was a small piece of paper underneath it, "keep looking."

Kozik let out a shout then paused and turned to Billy and Ope, "which way is the river?"

Billy smiled, "behind you." 

The groomsmen rush off, Jax kissing you before he left but you stayed still, "keep looking, there are more pots."

Frank hopped up, "half of us should go, that way we don't get behind." You nodded and the bridal party split off. 

In the distance, Happy paused, "wait, some of us should go back. There might be more clues."

Jax stopped and looked towards the field but it was too late, he could see everyone move to one flower while half your group raced past him. Jax squinted his eyes and saw you pull something from the ground before you jumped up and ran towards him. He still maintained his head start as everyone reached the river but that did stop you from gloating, "we already have one piece and another clue. You're going to lose."

"You haven't won yet darlin." 

****

The river netted two clues for your side and a handful of wooden parts wrapped in soft black velvet for both sides, but before the group could run off back to the house to look for the next part, Billy and Ope called lunch.

"Abel and Addie are back at the house and we've made sandwiches for everyone. We expect you to get along for the next hour or you'll all be in trouble."

"Shut up lieutenant Russo." You didn't mean for it to come out but it did.

Billy's eyes went wide, "Hey, I'm on your side."

"Well it doesn't feel like it Bill." Frank was covered in mud from when he and Hap figured out one of the clues and went digging by the river rocks and he wasn't having it.

Ope laughed and rubbed his face, "come one everyone, I'm sure we can get along for any hour."

You sighed and walked over to Jax, looping your arm around his while smiled down at you as you headed back to the house, "are you having fun darlin?"

You nodded, "I am, a total blast. Are you?"

"Yep, you're still going to lose." He sounded so smug.

The walk back to the house was a leisurely mix of banter and laughter and Jax was wearing a smile from ear to ear, "everyone's getting along great."

That much was true, everyone was so happy, "well marriage was originally meant to join tribal groups so I guess that's what we're doing."

"Yeah, although I'm worried you were right about Juice and he's going to be stolen from us." Jax pointed over to where Derek, Frank, Travis and Juice were walking together, deep in conversation.

"I keep telling you, it's only a matter of time before he jumps ships and comes to hang with us, we are cooler after all."

Jax looped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, "Your friends are cooler than mine, those are fighting words darlin."

"Well, you do wear matching vests so that's pretty cool." You knew that would get a rise out of him.

"Oh, you're asking for it now."

You did your best to suppose your smile as you replied, "begging actually."

Your conversation stopped in its track as Abel saw you in the window and came running out before jumping into Jax's arms, "did you have a good morning little man?"

"Yes daddy, we went to see the cows and Grandma got us ice cream." He still had chocolate on his face.

"Is that right? Do you have room for lunch?" Your chest filled with warmth, Jax was a good father.

"Yes daddy." Jax put Abel down as you walked inside and you could hear Addie's telltale babble that she gave every time Sam held her.

"I'll go get us some food before it's all snatched up." Jax shot you a smile and you headed to the kitchen, walking by Sam as he fed his little girl.

"I missed her." He looked so happy with Audrey in his arms.

You shook your head, "You've only been away from her for a few hours."

Sam sighed, "you know Ima and I knew you and Jax knew she was a girl."

Your eyes went wide, "what, no I didn't" That was a bad lie.

"We're not mad, I'm amazed you and Jax kept it a secret." Sam's eyes hadn't left Addie's face the whole time.

"It was the hardest thing I've ever done." You reached out and grabbed her little hand and she let out a happy little shout, "She is such a happy baby."

"I know. Is it bad that I want to bite her little legs, they look like bread buns." You laughed and Addie looked for the sound, her curious brain trying to take everything in.

"No, I still want to bite Abel sometimes. It's totally normal." Audrey pulled back from the bottle and wiggled in Sam's arms.

Sam took her tiny hand and she wrapped it around his finger, "I gotta go feed myself, you wanna hold her?"

Before you could say yes, Juice appeared from nowhere and reached out, "I'll take her, it's my turn and I've already had lunch."

Sam sighed and handed Audrey before walking to the bench and yanking some sandwiches off the plate, "I look forward to kicking your ass."

You shook your head, "nope, I'll be kicking yours little brother."

You got yourself and Jax some food then went back to the couch where Jax was sitting with others, "thank you darlin."

"You know, since the next clues are in the house, I don't think you have a chance." To be fair, the last clue meant it could be anywhere and it was just going to be the luck of the person who found it.

Jax smirked, "You wanna bet?"

"Yeah, I do." You leaned in close and pressed your lips to his cheek, "but remember Jackson, I win no matter what."

****

You were deep in conversation when Billy announced that lunch was over and the game was back on. You split off from Jax with a kiss and headed to the roots seller, the pickle jar on the last clue hinting that the next thing was either there or in the kitchen.

It seems Happy had the same idea because he was hot on your heels, "Shouldn't you be looking in the laundry? You're the one that pulled the clue with the basket on it?"

He huffed, "I sent Kozik, plus, we all know I'm not going to leave a mess of your supplies."

You snorted, "like that's going to matter when I kick your butt."

You raced down the stairs and all but kicked open the door before going over to the shelves to start looking. It was clear there was nothing in the jars but the dust had been disturbed. Almost at the same time, you and Happy bent over to look at the bottom of the shelves and you smiled as you saw the symbols drawn on the wood in chalk.

"What do they mean?" Happy either didn't know or was a good liar.

"That's for me to know and you to be sad about." You gave him a friendly shove to get closer to the shelf he was standing in front of as the pieces fell into place, "you wanna hint?"

He stood there stoically, "what's in it for you?

"You get me the piece that your side has" Happy shook his head, "fine suit yourself."

You walked over to the old bread box in the corner of the room, brushed off the dust and opened it before reaching in and pulling out another wooden piece, "We've only got to find four more pieces, then my side wins. But just to make it a fair fight, there might be another clue by the window."

You ran up the stairs while Happy rushed over to the window, finding a small hay bale drawn in the dust. Just as you reached the stairs, you turned to gloat one last time, "You better pick it up Lowman, have you ever seen how much mess wedding guests make?"

Happy chuckled and yelled up the stairs, "we're all delighted for you y/n, you deserve the good things."

You shook your head, "you can't sweet talk me." Without another word, you shut the door behind you and raced off to the next run down the next clue.

****

It had all come down to this, there was only one piece left. In the last few hours, not only had a few more pieces been found but also some strange black bags hidden.

The sun had just started to set as you all gathered in the forest with shovels in hand. Jax's side was up by one but as Opie had informed everyone, the last piece was the largest so it was worth more.

You and Ima had just finished digging around one tree stump when a shout from Derek brought you over, he had found it.

"AH HA, suck it Teller, we win." Something about the way everyone was looking at you made you suspicious.

Jax pecked your cheek with a smile, "That you did darlin."

The group gathered around and sat down and handed you and Jax their finds while Billy smiled at both of you, "now you just have to put it together." With hugs and thank yous exchanged, you and Jax took your sweet time to walk back to the house before heading to the bedroom to put whatever it was together.

"Do you think everyone was in on it?" Jax must have picked up on something.

You shook your head, "no, but I think everyone knows what it is." You took his hand and sat crossed legged on the floor before unwrapping everything. Now that you could have a good look, you could see the detail that went into everything. Someone must have told someone about the flowers featured in the wedding because they were caved all over the deep brown wood in amazing detail.

Jax opened the small bags with a strange look on his face as he pulled something out of each on, a set of instructions, tiny screws, a screwdriver, a paintbrush and a small bottle of glue. He handed you the instructions and you read over them with a growing smile, "It's a keepsake box."

Jax could tell how much love are care went into each piece and as you and Jax put it together, you realised that every person in the wedding party was responsible for something about it. Whether it was Happy's welding style on the hinges, Lyla's brush strokes on the wood stain or Angela's artistic talents in the engravings, everyone had done something.

It didn't take long to put together but it was something once it was finished. There were many drawers and doors of different sizes, little hidden compartments and one last door that sealed the whole thing. Altogether, it was utterly beautiful, "wow, this is amazing."

Jax smiled, "yeah, it is." He leaned across and pressed his lips to yours softly, pouring every ounce of love into the kiss.

You placed your hand on his chest and Jax pulled away, "everything ok darlin?"

You nodded and took the box in your arms, placed it somewhere safe and then returned to the floor and sat in his lap, "yep, I just don't want anything to get damaged."

Jax smiled against your lips then wrapped his hand around your thigh and pulled you closer, "I guess I have to pay up since I lost out bet."

"You do. What do you have in mind?" You could feel his cock hardening against you.

"I have a few things in…."

KNOCK KNOCK

"HEY YOU BETTER BE READY TO HELP WITH DINNER, IF YOU DON'T HELP YOU DON'T EAT." Sam's footsteps were gone before you could respond.

Jax sighed and dropped his forehead to yours, "Come on darlin, we'll pick this up later."

****

"I cannot believe you made me help at my own party, it's very rude." You didn't really help that much, many hands made light work and dinner was on the table in a flash.

"You kinda made the bed darlin, it's not like we didn't have fun." Jax was as smug as ever.

"Mummy, can we Addie have tatoes?" Abel was always asking what he could share with Addie, it was enough to melt anyone's heart.

"No sweetie, she can't because she's too little but thank you for asking." You turned to Kip, "speaking of, can you pass them here please?" Kips passed you the bowl and you gave yourself a spoon before Jax took it from you and gave himself a heaping pile.

"We should do this every year." Jax almost said it to himself, "not like this and it doesn't have to be at the same time but we should all go away together for a few days."

You shook your head, "wow Teller, I never thought you'd be one to suggest that. What's next, you're going to propose we go skiing?"

Jax huffed, "none of us want to end up on a mountain with a bunch of rich people. I mean, I'm sure we can all swing a weekend away."

Billy smiled, "I think that's a great idea. Maybe next year we can head to The Berkshires. Anvil has plenty of houses there and there's a lot for us to do."

"That would be cool, we can all go hiking." You blinked, even Happy was in on it.

You sighed, "alright, it's settled. We'll all go away together once a year. When did we all get so domesticated?"

Jax laughed, a hearty belly laugh and everyone followed, and each time it died down, someone started it up again. It took Addie's cries for attention for everyone to stop and Sam sighed as he lifted her from her chair and brought her into his arms, "sorry little one."

Bobby sighed and slapped his legs like a grandpa, "I'll go get the dessert, that way we can all be in bed by nine like the adults we are."

You shook your head, "I'm not going to respond to that."

Sam screwed up his face, "Eww, we don't need to know that."

You huffed and held up your hands, "Hey, I didn't say anything."

Sam sighed, "sure y/n."

Thankfully, Bobby walked in with his arms loaded and placed the trays on the table, "well, tuck in."

****

"Goodnight sweetie, if Addie cries, someone will come a help her so you don't need to worry." Abel was sitting on the bed in Jax's lap while you read him a story with Addie fast asleep in her crib.

"Ok mummy, but I can still help?" Jax chuckled, you both knew Abel slept like a log, he wouldn't wake up if she cried.

"Sure little man. Mummy and I are going to go to bed now but we're just across the hall ok?"

Abel nodded, "ok daddy. I love you."

Jax kissed his templed and tucked him in as you reached over to turn off the light, "goodnight sweetie, daddy and I love you very much."

Abel gave a yawn and settled in, "goodnight mummy, I love you too."

The moment you were back in your room, Jax was slamming you against the door with his lips on yours, "pick up where we left off?"

You nodded, "yes, please. I think I was collecting my winnings."

Jax's fingers were already buttoning your top, "yeah you were so what can I do for you darlin?"

You pulled him to a kiss and nipped his lower lip, "You can do all the work while I lay there and enjoy myself."

Jax smiled against your skin, "I'm all about the service beautiful."

Jax removed your clothes piece by piece with tenderness, pressing his lips to every new bit of skin he had revealed. As he pulled your jeans down, he dropped to his knees so he could kiss your bare skin then wrapped his hand around the edges on your panties and pulled then slowly. Once you were naked, you pulled him up, held up a finger for him to stay in place, and walked backwards towards the bed before getting comfortable, "strip." Jax smirked and rushed to remove his clothes, "slowly my love."

He huffed, "you're lucky I love you." His pace slowed and his ego only grew as he watched you drink him in, "you like what you see?"

You nodded, "I do, please keep going." Jax's muscles rippled as he took off his pants and you shot him a smile as the boxers followed.

"Can I come and fuck you now?" You were too busy admiring his hard dick to quip.

Jax sighed and took a step towards you with determination, then the door swung open, "y/n, do you want me to…" Billy locked eyes with Jax, then with you, utterly unfazed by the nudity, before looking Jax up and down, then, he turned to you, gave you a solid nod and left.

"What was that?" Jax wasn't the least bit embarrassed.

You were doing your best to hold back the laughter, "I don't know but I think he approves and by the morning everyone is going to know what you've got going on."

Jax closed the distance to the bed and climbed on top of you, "does that mean I get the final seal of approval?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah, but you are never going to live this down, they're going to be talking about your dick until we're old and grey."

Jax shook his head, "I bet you're loving this?"

You leaned in and nipped his neck, "yep, but you better get up and lock the door, just in case someone else wants to rub it in."

Jax's head fell on your chest as he started to laugh before he popped up and flicked the lock, "happy darlin?"

You smiled and stretched your hands out, "yes, now I think you have a debt to pay."

Jax swaggered back over and climbed on top of you again, "I do, so just lie there an be good and I'll make sure you enjoy yourself." Jax took you in a kiss and you threw your leg over his hips as one hand slid down your body while the other held your face. He pulled back from the kiss and tilted his head, "I think everyone is back in their rooms fasts asleep so unless you want them to get an earful too, I'd stay quiet."

You kissed him in response as he pulled open your leg to her access to your centre, Jax moaning when he found you wet. The kiss didn't break as he circled your clit slowly and he nipped your lips when you let out a whimper, "don't make any noise darlin, those sounds are mine."

You nodded aggressively, hoping it would encourage him to continue and Jax fell for it because moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance and swallowing your moan as he slid them inside you. His thumb found your clit as he deepened the kiss and started to rock his hand against you, his fingertips barely brushing your G-spot with each shift of his hand.

You went to match his slow pace but Jax stopped you, "hey, you wanted me to do all the work darlin, there's no need for you to do anything but relax." You sighed and did as he asked, then Jax smiled and kissed you hard. His pace was measured, not too slow, not too fast but just enough to be maddening. He watched your face carefully and picked up speed each time he saw you adjust to the sensations, "remember, don't make a sound."

"I won't, I promise." Jax took you into another kiss, this one much softer and then changed the position of his hand to touch you in a way he knew would make you see stars, after that it wasn't long before you were biting your lip to keep in the noise as you hurdled towards the edge. Jax pulled Jax as close you could, burying your face in his neck to stifle your whimper as you clenched around his fingers.

Jax worked you through the orgasm then removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth with a moan, "you taste like heaven, sadly I think if I wanted more of that, you'd make too much noise so I'm just going to give you my dick instead, that way you can bite down and keep yourself quiet." You went to say something and Jax shook his head, "what, you wanted me to do all the work."

You sighed and pulled him into a kiss before pulling back just far enough to speak as you threw your legs over his waist, "well then get it to." Jax settled between your legs then grabbed his cock and ran it up and down your slit, "please."

"That's all I needed to hear." He slid home with a soft groan and rocked his hips slowly. He held himself up on his elbow and kissed across your face before landing on your lips, the kiss deepening as his hips picked up speed. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't stop the sound from leaving your chest and it only seemed to spur Jax on. But you weren't alone, Jax was grunting in your ear like an animal as he pushed you closer to your peak.

Your fingers dug more and more into his skin as your legs started to twitch and Jax's lips moved from your lips to your neck to suck bruises into your skin, "come on darlin, I can tell how close you are." Jax's tone was tight, signalling he was just as close as you and he shifted his weight to take your hand in his as he placed it on your clit, "touch yourself for me."

You were powerless to deny him and with a few circles of your fingers, you were aching off the bed while your sunk your teeth into his shoulder to stifle the sound. Whether it was the sting from the bite or the squeezing of your centre was irrelevant as Jax pulsed inside you, his hips still rocking gently as your orgasm slowed.

Jax's head dropped to your chest and kissed your skin before rolling off you and taking you with him, "so is my debt paid?"

You sighed, "oh yes, most definitely." Jax pushed himself up and pecked your cheek firmly before getting up and getting a rag to clean you off. Once that was done, he returned to the bathroom to get you both some water then climbed into bed with a smile.

"Is anything planned for tomorrow?" He sounded satisfied.

You shook your head, "no, just an easy day."

"Well we could always…"

"YOU TWO BETTER BE DONE AND NOT BETWEEN ROUNDS, I GOTTA FUCKING SLEEP."

You slapped your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing as Billy's voice came through the walls, "SORRY RUSSO."

Jax shook his head with a smile, "I guess you couldn't stay quiet enough."

You slapped his shoulder with the back of your hand then settled on his chest, "I'm not going to respond to that," you pressed your lips to his Abel tattoo, "goodnight beloved."

Jax's hand came up to stroke your hair and his chest rumbled with a content groan, "goodnight darlin."

Part 65

@camelia35 @withmyteeth @watercolorskyy

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 17: Inside Man

Huh.

Bobby?

Ooh, that's an interesting idea

Is Dean okay?

Oh no... Dean...

You've gotta wake him up, Sam

Or maybe not

Riiight

Sounds like fun

What kind of movie?

What.

Dad mode

That was weird

I mean, I know what Sam is doing, but. Weird.

I mean, yeah, but I also think he's actually doing better than he was before the demon thing. Like, it reset him or something.

Alright then

Weird

Yikes

Rowena, don't be coy

This is a trainwreck of a conversation

Huh.

Dean...

Dean. That's nasty

That's a bold-faced lie

This entire episode is a trainwreck, actually

I should've known by the weird looks on their faces

And maybe with Sam not there

Cas, not again

Cas.

This is great

No, he's got an idea

THE BLATANT CAMERA VIEW ON THE SURFACE LOGO 😭 how much did Microsoft pay them for that 😭😭😭

(not to diss the Surface, I'm watching on one right now)

I'm so confused

Eugh he's using Windows 8, I can't watch

Close enough for her

He knows the bartender by name. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing

Oh, Dean

I don't like him

Oh, Dean's gonna have fun

This'll be great

So then what happened?

Mm...

Cas, no

Spooky

So I looked up this guy's IMDb because I thought I recognized his face (I do not) and it turns out he was the donkey guy on My Little Pony. Weird.

An Angel of the Lord

IM AN ATHEIST

Fair

This is so whack

HE CALLED METATRON A HOBBIT

Bad idea, dudes

Yikes

I can't wait for the payoff

Oh, they're gonna crash and burn

Dean, don't be mean

And there he goes. That was kinda terrifying to watch the switch

Aw, his hat!

This is familiar

He took the jacket off 😂 this is so much fun to watch

Aw, Dean, don't take the watch

Oh great

Dean...

Maybe he shouldn't wear that shirt anymore (though it kills me to say it)

Yeah, I bet

You could say that

Uh...

That's a tall order

I remember that

Great question

Yeah. Classics

1. There's nobody better and b. You're in heaven. There's gotta be a way around that

Um.

Uh oh

Fair

Ouch

Probably that same spell as last time

Oh, Dean...

This is not good

That sounds like something related to Gaelic

The Mark has many benefits

Dean, be careful

Oh right, they don't know that part

Unfortunately

She's really annoying

Huh. It's like a lever

Death can't stop the Winchesters from spreading their crap

Spooky

Uh oh, you better run

That did not go well for her

Oh, she did not

I mean. Crowley would know that if someone was trying to kill Dean Winchester, they'd be lucky to walk out alive. So obviously something is fishy here

Hehehe

By what?

Huh. Uneasy ally

Of course he does

See? Crowley knows what's up

Uh huh...

What makes you think he isn't?

Oh boy

If anyone can, it's Bobby

Hah! Good idea

Heaven revolt

This is interesting

THE BOBBYS ARE FIGHTING BACK

THE BOBBYS ARE SURLY

The answer to the question of life the universe and everything!!!!!!! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

Run Forrest, run!

Hi, Cas

He's in Lebanon

Yup

Exactly

I'm sorry. I know that it makes sense, but the fact that Crowley is more willing to listen to Dean than Rowena speaks volumes.

Ouch

But there's hope

The little pitchfork in the drink 😂

She's not wrong

Now it's just a domestic disagreement

Me neither

He's not even 40 😂

Then again, Bobby died at 62... and just must've been somewhere around the same age, if younger. And we know Dean dies at forty... so I guess he's not entirely wrong

FAMILY DONT END IN BLOOD, BUT IT DOESNT START THERE EITHER

Speaking of Bobby...

And Dean's family is doing exactly that right now

I wanna punch that smirk off his face

Lame

That can be arranged

Fun times

Oh, please

Rgh, he gets on every single one of my nerves

Absolutely not

Oh. That's a bold move

Yes!

I love them so much

Death-level

That sounds like him

Hmm.

Hehehe

Surprisingly

Probably not

HES BACK

Alright then

Yeah...

Yeah, I bet

The toothbrush 😭

Huh

Yeah...

Dean's done the same before

Good advice

Aww

Awww

[paigelts05]

[GORE] Flames of Escape [FNAF AR, Renegade AU]

Published: Feb 5, 2023

Art: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-Flames-of-Escape-FNAF-AR-Renegade-AU-948200978

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43110579

Warning for: burning alive, cults, Gore. Notes: the cult leader is evil and the antagonist of the story, the cult members are all kidnapping victims like Nora. And everything links to Fazbear Entertainment in the end.

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The drawing was really fun, and I used markers for the background, as well as colouring pencils. I made a layer of orange in colouring pencil, then applied the marker to a q-tip to then apply it to the paper in order of lightest to darkest. This let me blend the colours as I went. Then, I used colouring pencil to add even more texture. Also, a little bit of red marker on a q-tip makes for a really fun way of applying blood effects.

Making the story was also very fun, and flip-flopping between flashbacks and present was fun to balance, and I think the 9 year timeskip at the end into AR really ties it all together. What makes it better is that I whacked the entire oneshot together last Friday.

Also, this fic makes "we will not be attending" make sense, and makes all my future works regarding R&D robotics also make sense, as I've been dodging thier direct contact with Fazbear Entertainment for now. But with this backstory out if the way, how the characters, especially Nora, react will make a whole lot more sense.

Because due to her history, Nora is able to smell exactly what Fazbear Entertainment has going in behind the scenes.

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For such an average seeming roboticist, anyone would think that Nora had a normal life. Sure, she can be snappy at times, and use harsh words, but deep within the past of the snappy roboticist lies horrors beyond what anyone should experience.

Flames of escape is a story about Nora from the FNAF AR emails and takes place about 9 years before the events of FNAF AR.

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Nora was not going to let it end this way.

As flames raged around her and lapped at her skin, she recalled how she got here.

. . .

"It's a small town alright. Land locked too," Nora said as her parents parked at the hotel they'd be staying in for the next week.

"It's quaint, and there are plenty of walks," Nora's mum, Eloise smiled.

"It'll do us some good to try something new. And besides, if we don't like it, we can always go to the seaside next week!" Nora's dad, Nils added.

. . .

Yeah. She was on holiday.

They all had no idea that this 'quaint' place held such a dark secret.

She recalled how they found out the hard way so soon.

. . .

"MOM! DAD!"

Nora screamed as her bedroom window shattered and cloaked figures dragged her out through it.

She saw Eloise and Nils rushing into her room, too late to stop the figures from dragging their daughter away. In the broad daylight of mid day.

. . .

As the flames burned her shorts and tank top, she recalled how she was dragged away to a church, surrounded by high walls.

She was offered the habit of this church by a woman who called herself the 'mother', but Nora ran away. She didn't humour them at all, as she grabbed a shovel and begun to dig her way out, attacking anyone who tried to stop her, and letting anyone who wanted out join her.

She didn't sleep. All she did was fight, and dig.

It was no wonder that after three nights of constant digging and fighting that she was overwhelmed by the 'mother'.

And that's how she wound up here. Getting burned alive at the stake.

As she felt her hair burn, she also felt the ropes that bound her snap.

Without a thought, she bolted.

"I'm not going to die here!"

She screamed as she lept from the pyre and body-checked the 'mother', the fire from Nora's body setting the woman's habit alight.

Still burning, Nora grabbed her blood and dirt stained shovel and brought it down upon the woman's head before fleeing outside to roll in the mud and put herself out.

As she pulled herself to her feet, she saw that the church was burning, and the other girls standing outside.

They were looking at her.

"What'd you want," Nora choked, her breath thick with smoke.

"To thank you." One of the girls, no older than the 23 year old Nora herself, spoke up. "Some of us have been here for years. Our families probably think we're dead by now."

"So let's get out and prove we're alive!" Nora yelled before collapsing, only holding herself up with her shovel. But she wouldn't let that stop her.

By the light of the burning church, Nora lead the dig: a tunnel under the wall, starting at this side of the wall, and going under it and its deep foundations. It only had to be enough to get under and past the wall. Anything else was unnecessary.

The church was naught but ash by the time they'd made an acceptable tunnel, and once out, the first thing Nora did after saying goodbyes was run back to the hotel.

Her parents were in thier car, everything seemed to be packed.

How long had it been?

But they saw her, and got out of the car.

"Nora?" Eloise asked, tears in her eyes.

Nora ran up to her parents as the stinging of her burn wounds finally begun to make themselves known.

She felt the wind in what remained of her tank top and felt the hem of her shorts shed ashes as she threw herself into her parents arms, sobbing until she fell asleep.

She didn't hear what her parents said, but she woke up at home. Her treatments for her burns were done off the record, out of fear of the cult that almost killed her.

Nora wanted to believe it was all a bad dream, but the burn scar that covered her back and the nightmares of burning alive persisted.

Even almost a decade down the line, now she works as a roboticist for a small robotics company, the nightmares remain.

Even now, her nightmares are not of robots, but still are of a cult in a tiny rural town.

So why now, does her mind connect the mask of the man who gave her boss a contract, one as simple and plain and generic that many have made before as "make these robots, get this pay", strike the same nerves that made up her nightmares, and bring to the surface a fear that made her back almost catch alight.

She knew that Fazbear Entertainment was shady, and that all the rumors were true.

But why

Did she look at some businessman

And know

That Fazbear Entertainment has a cult within it.

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[purplesurveys]

1773

When was the last time you had blood drawn?  I want to say 2020 when I had that very very very very horrible fever that went on for too long that I ultimately just got taken to a hospital for a blood sample and see what the hell was wrong with me.

Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? It bothered me in the past and it will most definitely bother me over and over again in this lifetime, lol. I'm horrified by needles and the idea of any sharp thing poking through my skin.

What show do you miss coming on television?  I don't like watching shows as they are ongoing because I don't enjoy the suspense and cliffhangers much. That's why most of my favorites are already-concluded series.

What color is your toothbrush?  It's white with blue accents.

Who would you say is your best friend at the moment?  Angela.

How long have you two been best friends? 2005.

What would you say is one word to describe your personality?  Uptight.

Do you have mood swings?  They were much worse when I was younger, but while I still have them now they happen a lot less frequently and the dips and highs are not as bad. Like, the worst that could happen is me going silent and losing my appetite because I got a work message or something.

When was the last time you cried?  A few days ago.

Are you an impatient person?  This is again one of the things I used to be bad with but I've softened up over the last few years.

Do you ever wish on 11:11 or do you think it’s a sham?  If I catch it then I would as just some kind of innocent/playful gesture I do for myself; but I don't actively wait for 11:11.

Are you the kind of person who has headaches a lot?  Yes, usually by the end of the day because I spent 8 hours straight looking into a screen and often on max brightness too.

What color are your nails painted right now, if any?  I never have my nails painted because I know I'd spend more time chipping it off.

Do you like dressing up for Halloween and other festivities?  It's fun when there are plans for Halloween but, like, I also don't get FOMO when I'm not invited to any Halloween parties. That said the last time I dressed up for it was a year ago – I had to miss out on all the stuff this year because I got Covid.

Has your cell phone ever rung in class?  It might have had, but very rarely. I always made sure it was on silent but I'm sure there were days where I simply forgot.

Do you sometimes think you aren’t as fortunate as others?  Not a day. Especially in the context of where I live I'm very aware of my privilege.

Do you think any of your friends are whores?  No.

Have you ever tried opening your eyes under water?  I don't try, it's just something I've always done; the only time I don't is if I'm swimming at the beach because that shit stings.

How much do you text on your phone, on average?  I wanna say it's an average of like 40-50 a week since I often have to text certain contacts for work-related reasons.

Do you think you have a good relationship with your parents? It's healthy, but I wouldn't call them confidantes or best friends.

Would you rather have a cat or a dog?  Dog.

Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?  Yes, but just once.

Are you better at grammar or math?  Grammar.

Are you a paranoid person?  A little bit, yeah. I'm a habitual overthinker.

Look out the nearest window. What do you see? The sky, a few trees, a couple of houses.

Has someone betrayed you lately?  It certainly felt that way, lol. My sister and I made plans to watch Seventeen together but then we weren't able to secure tickets during the sale, and then she suddenly sprung on me that she wasn't willing to try getting tickets from resellers anymore. I've been feeling pretty pissed with how fast she was willing to flake on me.

What would you say is your favorite type of flower?  Peonies.

Is there anyone who constantly compliments you?  Not really.

Are you good at expressing your feelings?  Yes I'm generally very honest when it comes to what I'm feeling.

Is there anything you wish you could be doing right now?  Not so much 'what I'm doing,' but I wish I can be in the middle of a long break and not have to worry about going to work soon.

What color are your bed sheets?  Blue.

What are you asking for, for Christmas this year? I would love to get a bunch of reed diffusers and a phone stand for my car this year, hahaha.

When was the last time you went out to eat?  We had lunch outside today.

Do you normally fall asleep fast or slow?  Fast, because I tend to turn in by watching stuff until I feel to sleepy to continue.

Does the majority of your wardrobe consist of jeans or sweatpants?  Jeans. I have like one pair of sweatpants and even that I got as a freebie from work; it's not something I get a lot of.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth?  Twice - start and end of the day.

Do you have a hint of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?  I definitely have a few tendencies. Like going up and down the stairs five times in a row to make sure all the lights downstairs are turned off and all the doors are locked, before going to bed.

Who do you text the most? Work contacts.

What exactly was the last text you sent?  It was thanking a media for joining us for our event yesterday.

Do you ever feel like just laying down and giving up?  Usually on the weekdays if I'm having a difficult time at work. 

Have you ever lied about your age?  LOL once when I was 17 and wanted to try a drink. Then they asked for my ID and couldn't keep up the lie so I ultimately did not get said drink. I don't really have reasons to lie about my age at this point.

Lied about your name? Yeah but it's always just for innocent situations, like wanting to be called a different name for my Starbucks order.

[stayathomesurveys]

111.

What do you dislike about the house you live in? Rent is ridiculously high for how small it is. I don’t like the cabinets - they are very thin and very deep. It’s hard to fit all of my pots/pans/bakeware/etc into the cabinets nicely, food gets lost in the back of the cabinets because I forget about it (because of how deep they are). The water pressure in the bathroom is a joke.  Do you prefer iced tea or hot tea? Iced tea. Is there a gas station near your house? When was the last time you went? Yeah, somewhat close by I think. How do you feel right now? What do you think has contributed to that? I’m tired and bored and just... blah. I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’m bored because there is nothing to do, or nothing that I would want to do. I’m too tired to do anything regardless. lol. And I just feel so hopeless about life in general. Do you watch a movie at least once a week? No.

What’s your favourite movie genre? Horror. Have you ever been clubbing? Did you have fun? Yes & yes. What were you doing in the year 2013? Finishing high school.

What’s the weather been like lately? Warm. Do you check the weather forecast regularly? No. Do you live in a city of at least one million people? No. A quick Google search let me know that as of 2020, my city has a population of a little over 63k. What’s your favourite colour? Pink, blue. Do you own any clothes in your favourite colour? Yup. Would you say faucet or tap? Faucet. Do you watch any sports? Yes. Have you ever eaten carob? No. Are there any plants around your house, inside or outside? Nope. Which bugs do you truly hate the most? Spiders. What’s your favourite kind of puzzle? Meh. If you were going on a daytime date tomorrow, where would you go? The beach. Where are you right at this moment? I’m in my bed. Describe the room or place you’re in. It’s pretty small, I guess. The walls are maybe eggshell white? There is one large window with broken blinds thanks to my cats. There are two doors on the same wall - one leads to the small hallway before the kitchen/living area and the other goes to the en suite bathroom. The bed is against a wall with a nightstand on one side and the dresser on the other side. Across from the bed is a dresser with a TV on it, and my vanity. There is also another nightstand near my vanity with a lamp on it. Next to that is a grey storage bench with two pillows on it, which is next to the window. I don’t know how to describe my room lol. Is your nose blocked right now? No. Do you live on a main road? I guess? Have you ever volunteered? Mhm.. What colours are you wearing today? Blue and grey.. How old were you when you graduated high school? I was 18. Describe your favourite pair of socks. Idk What holidays do you celebrate? Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day. If you could dye your hair any colour for one month, what would you do? I’d dye it red again. Art or science? I like both... but I’ll go with science. Do you own a pair of sunglasses? How often do you wear them? Yes. Whenever I go outside. What’s your go-to order at McDonald’s? Lately it has been a Big Mac meal w/ sweet tea. For breakfast, I have been getting the bacon, egg, and cheese McGriddle w/ a sweet tea. Do you know anyone who was born in the Caribbean? No. What brand is your fridge? I don’t feel like looking. Maybe GE? I have no idea. Speaking of fridges, what drinks do you have in there right now? Water, juice, eggs, cheese, lunch meat, hamburger, veggies, fruit. Are there any special rules about selling alcohol & tobacco in your country? Idk. Do you live in the northern or southern hemisphere? Northern. What’s your dream car? I don’t really have a dream car. Do you have a best friend? How long have you known them? Nope. How often do you take selfies? It depends. Are you hungry at the moment? What are you craving? No. What do you think your life will look like in 3 years from now? I hope it’s better. When was the last time you received a card? What was it for? I don’t know. Do you like yes or no questions, or questions that make you think? Depends on my mood.

[yamagucji]

Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.

[nkhrchuwuya]

endearments

bungou stray dogs | G | 1079 nakahara chuuya x reader / oc

pet names are common between you and chuuya now, but how was it the very first time?

you like telling the story of chuuya first calling you “baby” because you feel like it incapsulates a lot about his feelings for you.

the two of you are walking down the street after a dinner date at some restaurant downtown when chuuya has to pull away for a moment to answer a phone call. you knpw better than to eavesdrop at a port mafia business call, but of course it is better to be out of earshot at all, so with an apologetic nod, chuuya turns to an alley to answer his phone.

you wait outside a shop window, admiring the camera gear that were on display. that is when a group of three suspicious men approach you. they seem to already have an idea on how they want the night to end.

“you alone, girlie?” they ask, cornering you against the shop window. you try to step aside, but they cover all the direct exit routes from where you are. you thumb at the knife in your pocket, wondering if it’s the time.

“just waiting for my boyfriend,” you say, emphasizing the last two words. you puff up like a bird in danger, trying to seem larger than you actually are. it has the opposite effect—the men only laugh.

the one that seems like their leader pushes his face closer to you, enough that you can smell the cheap alcohol. “yeah? i bet he’s nowhere nearby.”

“he won’t know if you have some fun with us for a little while, won’t he?” another offers, a hand creeping too close to your arm.

“c’mon,” the last one says. “we won’t bite. hard.”

you’re just about to flick your butterfly knife open when the ground beneath them suddenly shrinks into broken concrete, and you know you’ve been saved. a relieved smile breaks over your face once you spot chuuya by the corner, walking in quick strides toward you.

he shields you from the men, who instantly cower at the red glow still surrounding chuuya. “what d’ya think you’re doing?” chuuya hisses, intertwining his hands around yours. “waste of space lowlifes. get out of my sight.”

the three men scramble out of view, and chuuya squeezes your hand in his. turning to you, he asks, all concern and worry and guilt—

“you alright, baby?”

chuuya doesn’t expect the grin that breaks over your face, and it takes him a moment to fully register what he had said. “err, uh, i mean—” he stutters, even as you lean into him for an embrace, your arms around his neck as you pull him close to you. “i didn’t—ugh, what the hell—”

“i love it,” is all you say when you part from him, still grinning. “and i’m alright, i promise.”

“i’m never calling you that again,” he swears, ears bright red despite being curtained by his hair. you laugh, pinching his cheek.

“sure, chuuya.”

it doesn’t take long for that promise to break, before the endearments slip out of his mouth unwarranted. your existence become synonymous to all the pet names he can think of, from the most heartfelt ones to the most obnoxious (imagine being called “popcorn vacuum” after eating two bagfuls of popcorn… halfway through the movie). he calls you baby, honey, darling, doll—like you’re the best of all the sweet things he’s ever had.

but on chuuya’s end? the first time you called him love is one he refuses to let anyone know.

mostly because you don’t even remember this incident, that this was the first time you’d ever called him anything other than his name, but the second reason is—well. it’s too dear to his heart for him to share it with anyone else.

his wound opens sometime during the ride home. he thinks he’d rather be damned than to ever return to that operating room again, much less twice in a night, so instead he toughs it out all the way to the penthouse.

luckily, you are asleep when he arrives, quiet and breathing evenly in the bedroom. he sneaks past you and gets to the bathroom by floating over the carpet despite the pain.

he sits on the closed toilet seat and takes a deep breath. the first aid kit in chuuya’s house is a little different than most—he likes to be prepared as a front-line soldier, so he has all he needs to patch the wound on his leg up. it doesn’t mean it’s any less excruciating, though, and he hisses and groans as the local anesthetic cream does little when he’s stitching himself up.

soon, the door opens and you come into view, concern in your sleep-heavy eyes.

“chuuya? oh my god. are you— no, you aren’t alright, that’s—”

“nearly done,” he croaks out, tying the suture at the end. “pass me a bandage?”

you hand him what he needs and crouch next to him, watching him skillfully wrap his wound up. chuuya doesn’t even notice his hands are shaking before you do.

“hey, love, c’mon,” you whisper, scooting closer to him, hand a source of comfort in his hair, “it’s alright, i’m here, love.”

something blossoms inside of him, filling the hollow in his chest once he hears the endearment. he lets you hold him, as the adrenaline from the pain wears out and the world slowly expands back from the pain alone to this: the cold bathroom tiles underneath your feet, the yokohama night sky outside the window, and you, pressed close to his side, his everything.

“bed,” is all he can say. you help him up on his feet and the two of you slowly get into bed. careful not to jostle what still hurts. you let chuuya find his comfortable position before curling around him, and he reaches out to at least hold your hand.

love, it echoes in his mind, that night, tonight, every other night, every time you call him that. love. hoping it can hold on to everything he feels about you despite its four-letter limit. somehow, he knows you’ve beaten him. that he can call you all the sweet things he can think of, and yet it’ll never come up to the way you’d coated love with everything he’d needed at that moment. at every moment.

and it’s alright, chuuya thinks, as he drifts to sleep, whispering your name like a prayer on his lips, it’s alright, because at least like this he knows your heart is his.

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 2,193 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: none really Summary: Y/N falls ill and Daryl goes to make sure she's okay, only to discover her cell is empty. A/N: Just a short and sweet fic! For all you fellow migraine suffers out there! Requested by: @winchestershiresauce and anon!

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“Gettin’ real sick of staring at these ugly fuckers,” Daryl said, smashing the end of the metal rod in his hand through the chainlink fence and into the brain of a particularly loud walker. He watched carelessly as it crumpled to the ground and was immediately replaced by another.  “Yeah, well—” you jabbed the crowbar in your hand into the temple of the seemingly endless infected clamoring at the fence, “someone has to do it.” You paused for a moment as your head suddenly swam. Daryl immediately noticed.  “What? Ya alright?” He thought maybe you looked a little pale all of a sudden, which was strange considering the sweltering heat and humidity. He was sure he was red-faced and he knew he was soaked with sweat.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment and shook your head. “It’s nothing. I’m good.” You resumed your thankless and grim task, picking out another infected dead one to put down. You felt Daryl’s eyes on you for a moment longer before he turned back to the fence. You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand and pushed on, but it was only a few more minutes when you felt your vision start to change and the familiar stabbing pain began to grow behind your eyes. Daryl watched as the crowbar dropped to your side and you froze again, squeezing your eyes shut, a grimace wrinkling your brow. “Hey—s’goin’ on? And don’t feed me some bullshit about how you’re fine,” he drawled. He watched your fist clench around the iron crowbar. “Just—just a little too much sun probably. I’m just gonna go get some water and shade for a bit. I’m fine. Really,” you said, opening your eyes again and turning to look at him. His eyes were narrowed as he peered back at you, concern obvious on his face. “I’ll walk ya up—” “No. No, Daryl, I’m fine,” you reassured him, forcing out a light laugh. “Just keep at it down here. I’ll see if Glenn or Maggie can come down. There’s too many walkers. We need to cut this herd down or we’ll lose the fence,” you said, already walking backwards toward the gate. “I’m fine,” you tossed out one more time, forcing a smile that you knew wasn’t entirely natural. He watched you turn and let yourself through the gate, taking the alleyway between the fences back up toward the prison. Hopefully you just needed to rest a little while... He continued to work on thinning the herd for a while but found himself distracted. Neither Maggie nor Glenn came down to help and it was possible they were just busy, but he found himself fixating on an intrusive thought that you’d collapsed somewhere of heat exhaustion on your way back to the cell block. He finally decided to take a break himself and make sure you were alright. He could see if anyone else was available to help on the fence too. The archer didn’t find you anywhere on his way back inside, collapsed or otherwise. He breezed into the cell block, stalking past Beth who had Judith in her arms. He slowed as he neared the cell you’d claimed and was surprised to see that it was empty. He spun on his heel and headed right back out toward Beth. “Hey. Ya seen Y/N come in here?” “She came through a little while ago, but she left again,” Beth said. “But ya did see her?” Daryl asked again. Beth nodded. “Yeah. I saw her. Why? What’s goin’ on?” She saw worry in the archer’s expression. “Any idea where she went?” Beth shook her head. “No. Daryl, what’s goin’ on?” “Nah, nothin’. She just—she was out on the fence with me and said she wasn’t feelin’ well. I just wanted to make sure she was alright. I was thinkin’ I’d find her in bed but she ain’t there.” “Oh,” Beth said. There was something like a realization on her face and Daryl paused. “What?” “Nothin’,” Beth said again, averting her eyes back toward Judith.  “Ya ain’t a good liar,” he said, a little annoyed that she obviously knew something she wasn’t saying. “C’mon. Spit it out,” he said, flicking his fingers at her. Beth looked up at him again and still seemed unsure. “It’s just—she doesn’t really want anyone to know...” “Know what?” he pressed. Beth looked hesitant, but the look on Daryl’s face convinced her to spill it. “Sometimes—she—she gets migraines. They can make her real sick,” Beth said, bouncing Judith on her hip. “Only reason I know is because I saw her leavin’ with her pillow one time real early in the mornin’ when I was up helpin’ with Judith.” “Leavin’? Leavin’ to where?” “She needs it dark and quiet... so I think she goes to one of the other cell blocks,” Beth said. “But she really told me not to say anythin’.“ Daryl stood stunned for a moment. “One of the other cellblocks?” Beth nodded. “Ya mean with those bloodstains and shit all over the place?” Beth shrugged. “I told her no one would care but she insisted I didn’t tell anyone anythin’.” Before Beth could ask him not to let you know that he knew, his broad shoulders were already disappearing back out the door. Daryl checked two cell blocks before he heard the sound of you being sick. He pushed through the cellblock gate, which creaked lazily on its hinges, and found you huddled over a bucket. You rinsed your mouth out with water and didn’t notice him standing in the cell doorway until you had sunk heavily back down on the edge of the mattress. You startled a little and Daryl watched your expression and body language just sag. 

“Great...” you muttered. “Did Beth rat me out?” you asked, sliding further back onto the bed and wiping a shaky hand across your clammy forehead. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how disgusting do I look right now?” you asked, leaning your head back against the wall behind you and shutting your eyes. Daryl was just about the last person you wanted to see you like this. He watched a flash of pain flit across your face. “‘bout a 5,” he drawled, stepping into the cell. You cracked one eye open to take in his expression and saw that although one corner of his mouth was quirked slightly upwards at his joke, he mainly looked concerned. You closed your eyes again as the light coming in the high cellblock windows made your head throb.

“I’ll be okay. I just need—if I can get to sleep, sometimes that stops it...” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling the thudding of your pulse beneath your fingers. “Sometimes?” Daryl repeated. You didn’t respond and he moved farther into the cell until he was standing at the side of the bunk. “I thought it was yer head. How come ya got sick?” he asked. You took in a deep breath and tried to let it out steadily. “If the pain’s too intense sometimes it can make me nauseous.” Oof. Talking was not helpful. “Mmm.” You shook your head. “Can’t talk.”  “Hmm...” Daryl considered you for a moment. “Scooch. And lie down.” You looked up at him, surprised, through bleary eyes, the aura of your migraine distorting your vision uncomfortably. “What?” “Ya heard me,” he said, his tone soft. You obeyed and shifted closer to the wall, settling down on your side. Daryl squeezed himself in beside you, sitting up with his back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle.  Your eyes were closed, but he still saw your expression tighten as waves of pain crested and fell. “What can I do?” he drawled quietly.  You shook your head. “Just—nothing...” you murmured, feeling a hot wash of shame spread over you. The next moment your eyes shot open as you felt Daryl’s fingers running over your hair, following a strand gently, brushing lightly over you. You peered up at him in surprise and he immediately pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and chewed it anxiously. His fingers left you for a moment. “Uhh—s’that... help?” he asked, his hand hovering above you. You nodded and closed your eyes again, just in time that you didn’t see how red Daryl’s cheeks and ears suddenly were. “Actually, yeah. That helps...” you sighed. His fingers landed in your hair again and resumed their gentle movements. He watched your breathing slow and deepen, and you seemed to sink more heavily into your pillow. Once you were asleep, Daryl carefully slipped from the cell and returned with a blanket for you, covering you over gently. He debated about heading back to the main cellblock, but the idea of leaving you there alone bothered him. Ya shouldn’t be in a fucking prison to start with, but alone in that cellblock that still held signs of unspeakable horrors? That was out of the question. So, instead, he slipped back onto the edge of the bunk, setting his back to the wall again, and settled in next to you. Maybe it was the hard work out on the fence earlier, but he was soon asleep too. When you woke up many hours later, you were surprised to see Daryl beside you asleep. his head nodded down toward his chest. He’d stayed there next to you? That whole time? He woke as you stirred a little, leaning up on an elbow and peering up at him, rubbing your eyes with your free hand.  “Hey,” he said, feeling suddenly awkward and climbing off the bunk and onto his feet. “How ya feelin’?” You nodded. “Better. Thanks. Just... a bit hungover,” you said wearily. The sharpness of your migraine had faded to a fuzzy kind of ache, and your whole body felt fatigued. “Hungover without the fun of gettin’ lit in the first place? That’s some serious bullshit,” he drawled, leaning back against the wall behind him, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Yeah, tell me about it,” you said, swinging your legs over to sit on the edge of the bed, the blanket falling from over you to land in a soft pile. “Thanks...” you murmured again, feeling that creeping wave of shame rising in you again. Daryl must have sensed it because you could feel his blue eyes on you, studying you, and you glanced up at him. “Why didn’t ya tell me?” he asked. “I mean, why hide it?” He looked around the empty cellblock and his eyes landed on the bloodstains on the floor outside the cell you were in and the piles of trash nearby. “This ain’t where ya should be when yer sick. Ya should be back where—where we can take care of ya...” He’d almost said “I” instead of we, and he felt his heart start pounding.  You hung your head and stared down at your hands. “I don’t want to be a burden...” you said quietly. “It’s better if I just deal with it. Alone.” Daryl scoffed and you glanced up at him. “Tha’s stupid. Ya ain’t alone. Ya got a family. And ya ain’t a burden cuz ya get sick. Ain’t yer fault. Can’t control it. Ya didn’t choose it. It’s the shit hand ya been dealt.” You shrugged and peered down at your hands again, anxious. “This why ya had to back outta that run the other week at the last minute? And—that time when we were out tryin’ to track that horse?” Your jaw clenched and you nodded. “Usually I know when they’re coming on. Sometimes I have more warning and sometimes hardly any at all... Before the world went to shit I had a couple medications that really helped, but—can’t exactly walk into a pharmacy now and fill a prescription,” you said wryly. “It’s fine. I manage them. But... I know it makes me weaker...” “Weaker? Nah. That ain’t true. If anythin’ it makes ya stronger cuz ya gotta deal with that pain.” You shook your head. “No. What if I’m out there and one hits me? That’s a weakness, Daryl. It’s dangerous.” “Mmm,” Daryl hummed, chewing on his bottom lip. He seemed to make some decision at that moment and straightened up. “Look. From now on? If yer gettin’ sick, ya just tell me, alright? No matter where we are, I’ll always make sure yer safe. If we’re outside the fence, we’ll find someplace to hole up. If we’re in here, I’ll make sure ya get to bed and that everyone keeps fuckin’ quiet so you can rest—well, ‘cept Lil Asskicker, but can’t do nothin’ about that,” he drawled.  You managed a half smile. “Daryl, you don’t have to—” “I know I ain’t gotta, but that’s how it’s gonna be. Like I said, yer not alone.”  You were a little overwhelmed at the moment and you felt a bubble of emotion forming in your chest. You cleared your throat and tried to gather yourself for a moment before you looked back up at him. You knew there was no point in arguing. “You’re the boss,” you said, when you finally met his blue eyes. He rolled his eyes at you in response.  “Alrigh’, we both know that ain’t true... C’mon. Let’s get ya somethin’ to eat,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of the cell door.  You smiled and took in his broad shoulders and strong arms, feeling another rush of heat in your chest. The softness inside that badass warrior always melted you and you had readily come to the realization that he was simply your favorite person in the world. And soon you planned to tell him so.

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ��needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

Masterlist

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE ONE || RYOMEN SUKUNA

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of blood + mention of killing + mention of mass murder (word massacres is mentioned) + mention of death + swearing and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 07 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ next episode : for myself

↳ barista’s notes : to be honest with you guys, this little imagine here is such a mess and i had fun writing it since it have me an excuse to watch the first and a tiny bit of episodes one and two of jujutsu kaisen again ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ 

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. all the ‘curse spells’ mentioned in this are related to Bleach (their use of Kido - credits go to: Tite Kubo) so these ain’t my original ideas since i started this at like 11pm on a saturday night. 

2. there is some dialogue missing since this is from your perspective as a reader and not Fushiguro’s or Itadori’s 

3. as you all know, the storyline isn’t mine, it belongs to Gege Akutami 

4. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part two because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ 

5. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

thank you so much for taking the time to read this and i hope you enjoy your free cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

“L/N, are you going to come with us?”

Looking away from the window you were viewing out from, you paused sipping from your carton of orange juice before turning your head to quickly discover two female students looking at you with anticipation in their eyes only for you to look at them in some sort of confusion. 

“Come one, don’t tell me you didn’t hear about it? Coach Takagi and Itadori are competing!” one of the girls complained, obviously slightly annoyed at your oblivious nature to the news that was going around the school at this moment in time.

“Competing for?” you then questioned, as you stood straight from your leaning position causing the other female student to then rapidly answer by saying, “Coach is trying to requite Itadori for the nationals, so if he wins then itadori has to join the track club to compete!” 

‘Huh? What a drag’

“So do you wanna come to the track field with us to see who is going to win?” the two students asked again in a desperate tone, leading you to look at the window you were previously looking from to see the exact location that they had stated. “I’ll watch from here, it has a higher and wider view, so I would have a better look” you replied, before pointing at the track field that was on the other side of the glass causing the students to look out before nodding.

“We really want to see it up close, so we’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” the first female student asked, leading you to smile and nod at them before seeing them rapidly take off to the track field trying to make sure they arrived before the competition started.

Turning your smile back into a straight line, you turn back to the window that you were looking through before being interrupted while placing your drink’s straw between your lips letting the sweet but citrusy juice flow down your throat. Admiring the view, you decided to let your eyes roam free for a bit to see if there was anything interesting to observe before the supposed ‘competition’ started, which then led you to pause at the sight of the closed rugby field down below.

Coming out of the ground was a horrific creature with four arms before climbing up the pole revealing its large teeth leading you to stare at it with complete boredom as you then mentally took a quick note to exorcise it later when the school closed. However, what also came into your sights was a single male student down before staring at the same curse you were observing causing you to continue analysing the situation.

‘Can he see it? I don’t recall a student here having any curse energy’

From what you could tell, the student had black erratic hair with his hands in his pocket but from what you could see that other’s couldn’t, there was a faint but noticeable aura of curse energy surrounding his body generating a feeling of curiosity but nervousness within your stomach as you place your empty carton away from your lips. Suddenly, the male turned around leading you to have somewhat a clearer view of him, only to discover that he also had a pair of emerald eyes which then made you come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a student from the school. How could he? You could tell this ‘student’, and yourself was the same age meaning you would have at least seen him once or twice down the hallways and there was no new information about a student coming in, if there was, it would have been a buzz.

‘Don’t tell me one of the clans managed to find out about me?’ you anxious thought, leading you to take a short step back ensuring this sorcerer didn’t have a vivid view of you when you did of him. Hearing some cheering, you turned your head to the other side to find a small crowd forming with a metal ball being flung as two students ran out to measure the length between the dip of the sand from the coach indicating to you that the competition had started.

“14 metres!’ the one student shouted, leading to a round of applause from the audience spectating the event. However, from what your ears were managing to pick up, there were cheers for Itadori leading you to wonder if you could recall the classmate they were shouting for.

“Ah~ Itadori Yuji ha?” you rhetorically asked the air around you, not expecting an answer in return. Itadori Yuji was a first-year student like you were, member of the small occult research club with second years Sasaki and Iguchi when he could be in any athletic club if he wanted to. However, understandably you knew some people would rather do something than what their natural talents indicated. Once again, you saw the metal ball being thrown - this time from the pink-haired students - only for it to land that the corner of the football goal, yet what was the shocking thing was that the metal of the goal was bent leading you to look at the sight within widened eye - of course, you knew Itadori was fast and strong but not to the extent of what you had just witnessed.

“Wow, no wonder he was called ‘Tiger of the West Middle’,” you muttered under your breath before quickly reverting your eyes to find the sorcerer you were wary of. Surprisingly, he was now on the track field looking upon the competition mixing well with the other students like a little chameleon. Although, before you could continue to observe the student trying to see what his intentions were, Itadori suddenly ran past him with his large backpack on, only for the erratic-haired sorcerer’s eye to suddenly widen the second they crossed each other leading him to reach out for your classmate. However, there was only dust to be collected as Itadori was suddenly out of reach.

“Just what are you trying to gain, sorcerer? It’s already a drag that you’re here,” you quietly mumbled irritation before turning away from the window you were gazing from to collect your school bag from your classroom since you left it there to not have the burden of carrying it on your shoulder. However, what you didn’t notice was the same sorcerer peering up at the same window you were looking from with perplexity painted on his face.

‘Was someone watching me?’

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“Don’t tell me someone got a hold of that damn finger?” you angrily stated, as you suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure invade the school causing you to wonder if there was anyone within the school with you right now, as you began to increasingly worry about whoever got a hold of the special-grade object that you found a few nights before.

“I put a protective seal on it, who the hell broke it!?” you muttered, as you panicky ran up the stairs trying to follow the presence of the object you were desperately trying to get a hold of before forcibly pushing a door open leading it to smash against the wall as you continued to sprint across the halls.

As you quickly turned the corner, you saw a large curse blocking the path leading you to instinctively flow your curse energy flow to your hand to the tips of your finger as you began to confidently recite the spell you were about to cast after you had finished drawing the symbol with your curse energy in the air.

“Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with the horror and then claw out your own throat! Binding Curse Spell number nine: Geki!” you chanted, leading to a thin light aqua aura of curse energy to surround the curse causing it to become completely paralysed. However, before you could cast another spell to destroy the curse, there was a sudden interruption causing you to look at the person in complete shock as they flew into the corridor from outside the window only for you to discover it was your own classmate.

“Itadori!” you screamed, only for him to grab what seemed like two people away from the curse as it was still immobilised from your spell leading you to turn to the side to find that it was both Sasaki and Iguchi in his arms causing your eye to further widen only for you to be then distracted by the curse being blown away to your direction leading you to use another spell to make sure you were caught in the process.

“Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku,” you hurriedly stated, leading to a large rectangular defensive wall to shield you away from the decapitated parts of the curse as well as the technique being used for it to explode the way it did. Unexpectedly, once the pathway was cleared you suddenly came eye to eye with the sorcerer you were peering down on the track field this afternoon causing a wave of uneasiness to consume your body. 

“Who are you?” he questioned leading to the two dogs beside him to growl at you showing their sharp canine that could easily pierce your skin if he commanded them to. Slowly, your hand moved to the hilt of your katana that was hanging horizontally on your back, before quickly coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t difficult to slice the two dogs down if you desired to.

“Shikigamis huh? I should just cut the user down before they could reach me, then they would disappear’

“Oh L/N? What are you doing here?” Itadori asked in shock, leading you and the sorcerer to look at him before the sorcerer suspiciously asked, “you know who she is?”.

“She’s a student at my school, she is in the higher class since she’s smarter than me,” Itadori explained, as he took the time to check on his two club members with a sincere look on his face to then discover that they were unconscious with Sasaki in a decent state with Iguchi in somewhat the same condition but with injuries to his face. Letting your shield gradually disappear, you slowly walked up to your senior as you crouched down to hover a hand over his face letting a flow of curse energy begin to heal his wounds.

“Itadori, how the hell did they get the finger?” you angrily questioned the boy while continuing to heal your upperclassman causing him to look at you in shock - due to your acknowledgement of the object - as he caught the cursed object that slipped out of Sasaki’s pocket once he picked her up in a bridal style. 

“How do you know about it?” the sorcerer then asked, only to be quickly silenced when you gave him a heated glare only for itadori to then explain that he was the one that picked it up for them since they wanted to sneak back into the school to unwrap the talisman for research for the occult club leading an irk to appear on your forehead. “Wasn’t there like a talisman paper placed on the door? You know like those like sheet of paper with Ancient Japanese writing painted on it?” you asked in a stern tone as you completed the healing process only for itadori to give you a questionable look.

“There was a hint of paper being there, but it seemed like it was ripped off,” itadori answered wearily, leading you to look up at him with enlarged eyes as you let out a breath of complete shock.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN RIPPED OFF?” you screamed as you rushed to your feet before grabbing the collar of his classic yellow jumper. From what you could recall, there was no possible way for the seal to be completely ripped off by the hands of a normal person, not even a simple sorcerer could even go through the barrier you had placed on it leading you to turn to the sorcerer, who was looking at the argument that was occurring right in front of his face.

“Was it you? No, from what I can see, you ain’t even a high enough grade to even go through it...Ah shit,” you cursed as you let go of Itadori’s collar before beginning to try to think of all the possibilities that could have happened that led to this accident.

“So, is this it Fushiguro?” Itadori asked the sorcerer, completely ignoring you as you were in a state of shock and confusion on what was going on. “Yeah, that’s the special-grade curse object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger,” the sorcerer confirmed with Itadori as he then quickly mentioned, “it’s a miracle that it didn’t get swallowed, thanks to L/N curse technique back there.”

‘Fushiguro huh? Not Zenin, that’s a relief’

“Why would anything eat it? Does it taste good?” Itadori asked in curiosity, leading you and Fushguro to look at the boy with a questionable look on both your faces.

“Don’t be stupid,” you and Fushiguro simultaneously stated causing both of you to look at each other in shock before you then explained, “you’d do it to gain stronger curse energy. It’s dangerous, so hand it over to Fushiguro, it’s best to have him keep hold of it since the seal I placed was broken.”

“Sure, sure,” Itadori casually said, as he outstretched his hand to pass the finger to Fushiguro. However, before the sorcerer could take the object away from Itadori’s gasp, a large hand began to reach down below the two people causing you to look up in fear before instinctively pushing the two boys away from the area it was trying to target.

“RUN!” you screamed, before the ceiling crashed down between both of you, leaving you completely alone and vulnerable as the dust invaded your sights. In a panic, you swiftly grabbed the hilt of your katana to release the blade from its casing revealing an all-black weapon your hands, but once the smoked clear you found Fushiguro trapped in the hands of the curse before being forcibly through to the concrete wall causing a few hints of blood escaping from his mouth, to which lead to the two dogs that were protecting Itadori as well as the two second-year to disappear.

‘Shadows? Don’t tell me…’

However, before you could even complete your sudden thought, there was a sudden flash of lights blinding you before the whole side of the school to be destroyed along with Fushiguro, who was thrown across. In a state of terror, you rushed outside before using your speed to jump up the height needed before stabbing back of the curse’s head with your katana before quickly retreating back, leaving it there as the curse screeched in pain while preparing another curse spell to use to finish off the monstrosity.

“Destructive Curse Spell number seventy-three: Soren Soka-” you screamed, but you were interrupted once you suddenly found Itadori aggressively punch the curse’s head leading Fushiguro, who was laying down on the ground with blood pouring down his face to angrily shout, “Itadori! Why can’t you understand to take those two and run?!”.

“You’re in big trouble yourself!” Itadori screamed back, before being swung around as he then suddenly was being dragged along the metal railings of the balcony before his body was then swung into the air.

“Only curses can exorcise other curses! You can’t beat it!” Fushiguro argued back, only for this attempt to fall on death’s ears as itadori continued to fight against the curse as he masterfully dodged its attacks before playing his own as he kicked its ruby eye.

“Besides, I have my own troublesome curse already!” Itadori declared, causing you to look at your classmate in complete annoyance since you didn’t have a single clue on what he was rabbling about. As of right now, all you were wondering was where the cursed finger was since the last time you had seen it was in Itdori’s possession. 

Suddenly, before you realised it, the mentioned cursed object had slipped out of Itadori’s grasp causing you to quickly stand up on your feet to jump across the cure to reach it. On the other hand, it seemed like the curse was blocking your way by how it used both its arms to capture Itadori leading to the student to jump as high as he could to catch the finger by the grip of his teeth.

“You idiot!” you screamed, as you tried to concentrate your curse energy to flow to your palms as your katana was still within the curse’s head. “Hand it over to me or you'll be eaten, too!” Fushiguro yelled in a panic as he finally got up on his feet to chase after the wanted object.

Slowly, you raised your right hand before using your index finger to use it as a guide to where to aim your next spell at the finger without damaging your schoolmate in the process. “Destructive Curse Spell number one: Sho,” you quickly chanted leading to a small amount of curse energy in a concentrated manner to shoot from the tip of your index finger, yet before it even had the chance to hit the finger away from Itadori’s teeth, he threw thing finger up in the air using the force of his head leading your curse spell to be a futile attempt.

“There is a way to save everyone! I just need some cursed energy right. Fushiguro, L/N?!” Itadori cried out, leading you to again attempt to shoot the cursed finger away from where you assumed Itadori wanted it to go, while Fushiguro looked upon the situation in complete fear of what was going to happen.

“Don’t..Don’t do it!” Fushiguro shouted in a hostile tone, only for Itadori to swallow the special-grade cursed object causing you and the other sorcerer to look at the scene in complete disbelief.

‘He’s going to die, that’s a deadly poison..but...there’s a one in a million chance’

Suddenly, the arms of the curse disintegrated into small particles of flesh before Itadori landed on his feet, only for the curse to attempt to attack the salmon-hair boy again, leading to being completely destroyed with a single wing of an arm to which caused your katana, which was stuck within the flesh of the curse, to fly into the air before landing with a loud ‘clunk’. 

Yet, that wasn’t your main concern.

Your feet were glued to the ground as you looked upon the sight right in front of you. Fushiguro was staring at the same scene with dread flooding his green eyes as Itadori was now covered with the black markings of what you both come to know from basic jujutsu knowledge.

‘Y/N dear, I’m so sorry for putting you through this, if Sukuna ever comes into this era, it is your duty as a sorcerer and the only offspring of the L/N clan to exorcise him, promise me that please?’

‘Why.....why did you have to die mother?’

“Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh,” ‘Itadori’ declared, as he then processed to rip his yellow hoodie in excitement before brisking his flesh to the moonlight that was shining right above him. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!” ‘Itadori’ questioned before jumping onto the railings as he continued his speech, “what a wonderful era to be in, women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Marvellous! It’ll be a massacre!”

Without the acknowledgement of who you deemed to be Sukuna and Fushiguro, you slowly raised your right hand with an open palm as you began to whisper another curse spell to make the exorcism a little easier for you, “Binding Curse Spell number sixty-three: Sajo Sabaku''. As you closed your palm, there was a sudden manifestation of a yellow electrified chain being created as it loosely surrounded the King of Curse before tightly securing its place around his body.

“Ah-” Sukuna said in surprise before taking a step back from the balcony to observe the yellow chains that encaptured him. “L/N!” Fushiguro shouted as he looked at you with widened eyes surprised at how you figured out how to retain him so fast.

‘At this rate, he should be somewhat easier to exorcise, Itadori has only one finger within his system, it’s going to be okay right?’

However, before you could even comprehend what to do next as your tactic you suddenly heard a change in tone of voice. “What do you think you’re doing with my body?”  Sukuna asked, only for you to realise that it was Itadori who was speaking at this moment in time, “give it back”.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna questioned his vessel back, as he was in pure confusion on how the human still maintained some control of his body. “I mean, it’s my body,” itadori answered back, only causing you more confusion on what was going on since Sukuna’s markings were still visible to his body.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human,” Fushiguro stated in a serious tone, as he crouched down before moving his hand in front of him as he processed to make fists. 

“Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!” Fushiguro announced, causing you to look at him with surprise painted upon your face. However, since you were beginning to lose a certain amount of curse energy, your chains slowly began to disappear leading Itadori’s hands to now more freely while Fushiguro’s worries about you begin to increase.

“Wait, really. I‘m just fine!” Itadori stated in innocence, as he raised his now-free hands as if he was surrendering to the sorcerer while his markings began to fade gradually. “More importantly, you and I are both pretty beat up, let’s go to a hospital,” Itadori declared as he was worried for the male right in front of him. On the other hand, you suddenly realise that there were shadows slowly swirling around Fushiguro leading to your assumption earlier to be true.

‘Fushguro is a Zenin...I..have….to’

“What’s the situation?” 

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation on the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

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[corruptedconfessions]

hi hi! i’m the anon who asked for the escaping shigaraki, dabi & aizawa. i’m not sure if i added this, but how would they react to their s/o escaping initially? what methods would they use to find them and how would they prevent their s/o from escaping again? (sorry for the bother fksbdksnkdns)

The initial ask I already answered is here! Id recommend reading it first for a better idea of how I headcannon things playing out

TW: Very brief vague rape mention, kidnapping, hints at public sex

Aizawa (canon):

Initially Aizawa doesnt fully register that you have escaped, he's use to you playing a game of cat and mouse with him every time he comes home. Ignoring his calls to you and forcing him to search for you and drag you out of whatever hiding spot you cram yourself into in order to force get some cuddle time with you. Honestly you probably get an extra 30 odd minutes to get even further away before he realizes your gone, maybe more if you cover up how you got out. He'll keep looking for you, dread building in his stomach as playful almost lazy calls turn more desperate, aggressive, frantic. He wont fully realize until he find the broken window latch, the one that was less locked down since he liked to come in through that window after patrol instead of bother with unlocking the 8+ locks on the front door.

From there he'll fully panic, something that is rare for him. Full out screaming your name, tearing the apartment apart searching for you, screaming curses and promises of punishment if you dont come out RIGHT NOW Once he gets out of the apartment to start chasing after you, though, he is almost deadly calm. He's incredibly good at this, half of his job is hunting down criminals and villains so he has it down to routine. He'll have you back in his arms in no time Aizawa (A/B/O):

Unlike Canon Aizawa Alpha Aizawa notices your absence much, much quicker. Only one quick check through the apartment and he can tell your scent is stale, faint enough that he knows you can't be anywhere in the apartment. It takes everything in him not to start shredding everything around him in a fit of instinctive panic. Terror and anxiety are pumping through him at the thought of you being out there alone without him! You could've already gotten hurt, or worse.

He'll burst out of the apartment instantly, running down the street as he frantically tries to find your scent and follow it through the muddled confusing mix of the streets and alleyways surrounding his apartment. He's aggressive, frantic, completely forgetting his hero training. People immediately get out of his way, desperate to avoid the near feral looking alpha hunting the streets, practically dripping pheromones everywhere. It takes him several moments to calm down, masking his scent once he realizes that he is scaring people off and bringing more attention to himself. He cools only slightly as he starts stalking, following his nose through the alleyways you took to escape him

He will get you back. And he'll kill anything or anyone that gets in his way.

Shigaraki (Canon and A/B/O):

Shigaraki's reaction is plain and simple, regardless of if he is an alpha or not. It is pure and utter destruction. The second he realizes that you are gone, that you have escaped, that he can have you right this very second like he wants to. Well, lets just say no one is safe from the rampage that follows him. The damage to the base they were in when he found out was unrepairable. Your escape is inevitably followed by a mountain of corpses, a temper tantrum by the man who calls himself your lover, your alpha. It takes the entirety of the league (and maybe a word in from his beloved master) to force him to wait to get you back, to be careful and cautious as immediately every tool at the disposable of the league is aimed towards finding you. He doesn't immediately go on the biggest murder spree he can in order to get your attention, in order to scare you back into his arms, but the number of civilian casualties jumps until your...safe return.

Alpha Shiggy however...absolutely nothing will stop his temper tantrum until his mate is back in his arms. He'll immediately storm himself to the busiest, most civilian dense place he can find and just starts...disintegrating people. He leaves the media alone, demanding they keep rolling as he kills person after person, refusing to let anyone escape, showing no mercy to any hero, woman, child...not until you come crawling back into his arms begging for mercy.

Dabi (canon):

When he first comes back to an empty apartment, your quivering crying form absent from where you usually were huddled on the dirty mattress on the floor his first reaction is pure amusement, a dark smirk crossing his face as he steps further into the apartment. "That sneaky little bitch"

From there he gets...excited. Things were getting boring having you shaking and crying all the time, barely throwing out week punches at him when he bent you over to take you. But this...this could be fun~

Already his mind swirls with ideas for how to draw it out as long as possible, how hes going to find you and make you regret ever trying to run from him. He wont drag you home, oh no, that would be too easy. He is going to break you

Dabi (A/B/O):

His reaction is quite simple...Pure and terrifying rage. That little apartment he was oh so nice to keep you in because you whined about the league scaring you? Burned to the ground in an instant. He'll scream, curse, frothing at the mouth as he burns everything to the ground, continuing long after there is nothing but burnt ashes surrounding him.

The second he can breathe again, once the red that blinded his vision fades he'll be off, leaving a burning line of destruction behind him as he hunts you down. You wont last long, he has the nose of a blood hound, able to follow your scent even through the smoke. Besides, you cant last very long if you can't breathe, now can you? You poor, poor little thing. He's played the nice guy so far but now he's ready to show you exactly who you belong to in front of everyone. Hell! Maybe he'll even make sure the media gets a nice close in zoom on you as he pins you down in the ash of burnt buildings and bites you right there. Chase out any thoughts of escaping or belonging to anyone else for good, yeah?