#had to style a little so the killers could laugh

[godddamnbranman]

How to stay afloat in a bottomless pit..? The trick is to stop falling.

[fanaticsnail]

my heart?! anon?! snail?! why must you hurt me so?!?!?! i demand (gently, in an easily refuse-able way) a fluffy bandaid!!!!

in the same style as kiss, marry, kill- have! 'realising you're in love', 'requited pining (they're idiots your honor)', and 'confession'! Either with the original three or... hmm -narrows eyes- kid, luffy, and torao.

the choice is yours (in multiple aspects) just ;w; owwww asldjkgljdfgklfd - @remisloves

How about some longing from Eustass Kid, Remi? I don't think I have it in me for the other two, but I could do some longing from Kid before I dive right back into writing his pollen.

Longing

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Word Count: 880+

Synopsis: Eustass Kid doesn't know how to behave around you, especially now that he's developed feelings for you.

Themes: Kid x reader, pining, longing, yearning, wanting, desiring, dancing, drinking, Kid is gonna do something about it soon enough, platonic!heat x reader, confessions of love.

Notes: I broke my own heart by writing "Kiss, Marry, Kill" with a few of my favorites. I wanted to see what some fluffy longing would look like on Kid to make up for my sadess.

Sitting at the head of the lengthy dining table in the center of the tavern, the captain of the crew of the Victoria Punk sang and drank in full merriment. Another successful victory had come at the swift hand of his gaggle of misfits, and he was none other than the proudest of leaders. 

As the music began to swell, several members of the crew got up to dance with one another. Bubblegum took Quincy by the hand and twirled her into himself with lazy joy in his chuckle. Quincy began to sway her hips to the beat and tap her toes with a simple ease, all with a wide smile on her lips. 

The melody turned deeper, grungier, and with heavier beaten drums to match. Swinging hips and swirling arms, the crew began to dance a little closer. This normally would never bother him. As a captain, he enjoyed watching his crew build rapport with one another. 

What he didn't anticipate was the way his heart jumped up to his throat when he met his caramel-colored gaze with your body. Sultry grinding motions, and tugging his fire-breather by the belt at his hips towards the dance floor, your smile mirrored Heat’s as he laced his arms around your neck and gazed playfully in your eyes. 

It was no secret that Kid was fond of you as his counselor. You were his second closest confidant after Killer, and he adored you. He loved the way you kept him in line and level headed. He loved when you smiled, it lit up the whole room. He loved how caring and thoughtful you were with each of his crewmen, catering to their individual personalities and complex needs with ease and compassion. 

He loved you. 

As you released Heat’s belt and turned in his arms to lean your back into him, Kid almost jumped out of his chair and growled at Heat for raking his hands down your hips. Heat tugged you firmly back into his pelvis, you both rocked your hips from side to side and laughed at how easy it was to dance to the beat with one another.

Kid watched on in anguish, his face betraying his emotions and a forlorn expression plastered on his painted lips. As he turned back to his ale, he felt a firm hand clap on his shoulder. Turning to his first-mate, Killer tilted his mask to the side and angled his chin down. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kid said, shrugging off his scythe-wielding best friend’s hand, “I know you're smirkin’ under there, big guy. Shut up.”

“I didn't say anything-,” Killer began, halting when his captain cut him off with a growling warning. 

“-It was a preemptive ‘shut up,’ Kil,” Kid barked, raising his tankard and taking a hefty gulp of his ale, “A ‘shut up,’ just in case you were gonna say somethin’ stupid.” He mumbled, turning his gaze back to where you and Heat were now facing one another. 

“And what stupid thing was I gonna say, Cap?” Killer’s smirk was felt in every word, much to Kid’s chagrin. The Red-Haired captain turned his shoulders and shifted his stance to flare directly in the beady holes in Killer’s blue and white mask. 

“I dunno, man. Somethin’ like: ‘You’re in love with the ship's counselor and you're too much of a coward to do anythin’ about it’,” Kid mocked in a voice not unlike the first-mate, which prompted Killer to give him a playful punch in the shoulder. 

“And what then?” Killer added, raising his ale beneath the edge of his mask and taking a quick, sneaky sip, “What would you say to this ‘something stupid’, hm?” Killer teased his captain, nudging him with his shoulder. 

Kid took a final gaze at you as you turned to meet your eyes with him. As soon as your orbs met with his, Eustass Kid felt a tug on his heartstrings in a way he could not describe. Something between wanting, craving, and longing. 

“I would say you’re right, Kil,” Kid spoke in a voice so low that Killer had to strain his ears to hear that weighty confession. “I’m in love with my counselor.” You shot him a soft wink before turning back to your dance partner, inviting Wire into your twirling and shimmying. 

“And what are you gonna do about it, Cap?” Killer urged him on, kicking his shin with his boot-heel and breaking Kid out of his momentary hypnosis. Kid pondered for a moment, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body as you urged Heat and Wire towards the bar and attempt to get the barkeeper’s attention. 

“I think I’m gonna get another drink at the bar,” he hummed, a slow grin tugging up at his cheeks as he noticed your casual gaze at him over your shoulder, “And then I’m gonna dance with my counselor some. Show 'em how it's really done.”

Captain Kid downed the last of his tankard before sliding the chair out from beneath him, kicking it back and uncaring as to where it landed. Stomping over towards the bar, he hooked his right arm around your waist and tugged you to press your left hip against his right before ordering another round for his crew with a grinning bark.

“Go get ‘em, Cap,” Killer whispered under his breath before bobbing his head to the new beat.

[yurunivo]

Sypnosis: In which, you are a writer and your husband is a serial killer (but you don't know that)

TW: english is not my first language, very basic plot

Characters: Yandere Ayato x reader

Huh.

Just then, the door to your office opened as a maid came inside, telling you that Ayato had come back from his commission. Nodding your head, you took your papers in your hands, preparing to go to his room. Your maid offered to carry them, but you took it yourself, insisting that you don't need help. Walking to his room in the large estate, you ran into his sister, giving polite greetings before walking away.

It was raining.

You looked out the window of the Kamisato estate, the raindrops covering the window with the glum atmosphere outside. Taking inspiration from the cloudy, moody aesthetic, you thought of a new thing to write, your writers block finally coming to an end. Taking the pen and paper in hand, you write deliberate strokes, taking time to make sure your characters don't act out of place.

Opening the door, you placed your notes on a table. Hearing his lively sister say greetings signalled you well enough that he was nearby. You walked over to his bed and sat on it, the plush of it sinking from your weight. Ayato opened the door, his nonchalant expression turning into a smile as he greeted you.

"Welcome home, Ayato," you said, his frame appearing closer as he lovingly kissed your forehead. You smiled at the action, your hand stroking his hair as you pulled him in for a real kiss. He cupped your face and held your back, pulling you slightly deeper before pulling away with sighs and giggles. Your marriage was arranged and you two have been together for years but that never stopped him from being loving and oh so gentle. You kissed his mole and laughed softly at his shiver.

He sat on the bed as he asked you about your day, to which you just gave a few remarks here and there. It was calm conversation with him, something that you enjoyed a lot. He stared at you so lovingly, causing you to be bashful of your words.

"How has your book been darling? I enjoyed your other ones but you seem to be taking longer than what you usually do," he asked, his face showing slight concern.

"Ah, it's just writers block, and i wanted to try a new style but it's so different from my older ones that I am having a hard time writing," you rambled on and on as he held on your every word.

"Could you perhaps review it for me? I need constructive criticism," you asked, eyes glinting with hope as you looked at your husband. He smiled as he pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"Mm, maybe tomorrow? I just want to be with you without any mindless work," he hummed, holding your waist and making you lie down on the huge bed. You sighed contently as he rubbed circles on your back.

He chuckled as he heard your soft snores a couple minutes later. He got up from the bed and placed you at a more comfortable position, placing a blanket on top of you and a pillow beside you so you won't wake up.

He looked at the stacks of paper on the table next to the door, figuring to take a look. He walked over and read your draft, eerily smiling to himself as he sighed dreamily at the paper. He felt so happy holding something that you had touched, it made him feel shivers down his spine!

He couldn't help but memorize your entire script, holding it so delicately and praising your work. His eyes wandered over a murder scene, seeing the scribble marks with unsure sentences. He hummed as he left the paper be, taking a 'stroll' outside.

"Pl-please, I'll do anything! P-please sto-" Oops! He killed him, the crimson blood everywhere on the concrete ground. Feeling proud of himself, he walked away from the grim sight, making sure to not get any blood on his clothes. It felt great killing again, especially for his darling little wife! The killing tactic that you wrote in your book worked, he was so glad!

He walked away from the alley, soundlessly walking back to the estate. It was around one, so everyone was likely asleep. He quietly went back into your chambers through a short cut so as to not wake you up.

Changing to his robe, he pushed the pillow out of the way, grinning to himself as he snuggled into bed with you, until eventually, he fell asleep.

The following morning, you woke up, feeling strong arms on your waist. You tried to move around, only to be met with a groan. You gasped as you got pulled into Ayato's embrace, a blush creeping up on your face.

"Ayato, you have work today, can you get up?" You whispered quiet enough to not disturb him too much.

"Mmh, I took the day off, so no," he mumbled. You had a stupefied look on your face as he responded.

'Am I imagining things?' You considered. 'I'm probably imagining things, I just woke up after all,' you sighed.

You sighed. You smelt a bit of blood. Confused, you thought to yourself, 'Am I on my cycle?' You looked down your blanket, only to see nothing.

A few minutes of not being able to move from his grasp later, he finally let you go to let the both of you start your day. It was a really mundane morning, but it was a lot better than waking up with a cold bedroom.

After breakfast, you and Ayato spent some quality time together. You talked about your book, handing him your script for him to read. He pretended to read it for the first time, giving advice and just being happy to help his wife ♡

First time writing a yandere fic! How did I do? >⋁<

[joelsmochi]

Diet Mountain Dew

rating: E 18+ only pairing: f!reader x bfd!joel miller (tv + game series) summary: your boyfriend has been cheating on you, but his uncaring, selfish, and very flirtatious father wants to make it up to you the best way he knows how... warnings: AU (no apocalypse, no sarah), infidelity, 30+ year age gap, asphyxiophilia, dacryphilia, a little rough housing, hair pulling, spanking, oral (m receiving) | let me know if i've missed any! wc: 5.5k a/n: thank you for 500 followers!!! let the record show that i do not condone or endorse cheating at all, this is purely for entertainment purposes!!! i tried something a little bit different with the writing style so please let me know if you guys like it or not!

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you’re no good for me, but baby i want you…

He couldn’t help his filthy mind. Even if he wanted to. Being around you was always a test of his willpower.

He kept as much distance as respectfully possible, not wanting to give himself away. Still, every night he managed to find himself lying in bed fisting his cock while entertaining the daydreams he often had of fucking you into the bed.

It wasn’t the age difference that deterred him from you, but the mere fact that you were dating his son.

He hated himself for it, but he hated it even more when he would be painting his stomach with white streaks and barely whispering remnants of your name.

And now, as he sits across from you and his son at the dinner table, he hates himself for finding you so pretty.

His eyes keep lowering to look at your grey and white striped tank top — not because he was trying to look at your cleavage but because it fits you perfectly. You kept fidgeting with the top hem of your shirt as if you were ensuring it wasn’t shifting too low. He thought it was cute.

Your voice left him in a trance; he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, but he enjoyed hearing you rave and ramble about the movie you just went to.

The real mood killer was Jacob — “Okay, we get it. It was a good movie,” he snapped.

“Jacob,” Joel scolded. Though the pout you absentmindedly wore told Joel that it was pointless.

Jacob made an incredulous face and slightly shrugged. “What? She’s been talking about the movie for ten minutes. I feel like I saw the damn thing.”

“Well, I happen to like spoilers.” Joel meant it as a joke in hopes of lightening the mood, but once he saw the slight smile on your face, he felt a sudden rush of protectiveness.

How he could appreciate you more than his son did was beyond him. Joel just hoped it wasn’t a more significant issue behind closed doors.

Over the next few months, Joel had been seeing less and less of you and even managed to overhear some of the times Jacob had been arguing with you over the phone.

From the only half of the conversation he could hear, Joel gathered that you were upset that Jacob was spending more time with “friends” than you, which led Joel to believe it was more of an indication of cheating. He stayed tightlipped about it because he had no desire to stir up any unnecessary drama, but his curiosity grew as time passed.

So when he saw you grabbing some cereal in the grocery store on a random Tuesday, he wasted no time approaching you.

You seemed surprised at him calling your name but gave him a welcoming smile nonetheless.

“Hi, Joel, how are you?”

“I’m alright, how ‘bout you? Feel like I haven’t seen you around lately.”

Your smile nearly dropped completely. “Yeah, uh. Jacob and I are just going through a tough time right now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Joel said softly, not really meaning it. “My son aside, I do actually enjoy your company. I mean, you’re the only twenty-four year old I know that likes U2.”

That made you chuckle. “Oh, is my seasoned music taste the only thing I have going for myself,” you bantered.

He tried to contain his blush as if it were even possible. “No, not at all,” he sarcastically replied. “You also don’t use like or totally after every other word.”

You laughed harder at that, maybe a little more than necessary, but it was nice to be complimented on things other than how ‘good you give head.’

A few minutes later, you told Joel you have to get going, and for some reason, he took it as the chance to say, “Next week, they’ll have that new Daniel Craig movie in theaters. I was wonderin’ if you’d want to go. I remember you said something about it.”

You smirked up at him and narrowed your eyes slowly. “Are you asking your son’s girlfriend on a date, Mr. Miller?”

Kind of, he thought.

“No! No, fuck,” he hissed, pinching his nose bridge and squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.”

And there’s another cute laugh coming out of you. “I’m teasin’. I think it might be a little weird, y’know?”

“Jake can come if you want. Doesn’t have to just be you and me.”

“Mmm… I kinda don’t want him to,” you admitted. “He’ll just complain the whole time. We’re friends, right? Let’s go, just you and me.” Your optimism plastered a smile on his face, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think it was cute. He agreed, and you both said your goodbyes.

As you walked away, you felt a pang of guilt for some reason. It wasn’t a date, but it felt like one. This sudden need to impress Joel Miller (formerly anticipated father-in-law) made you feel weird.

But you thought of all the nights you spent home alone watching movies because your boyfriend was out late again. And again. And again.

After a long and stressful internal debate inside a bath with some Epsom salts, you decided not to care.

So what if you wanted to dress up and wear a little makeup to (hopefully) catch your boyfriend’s dad’s attention? It's not like your boyfriend didn’t spend time doing body shots off of some random girl at the furthest bar across town.

A little male attention wouldn’t hurt anything, right? 

Besides, you didn’t think Joel would actually care. Pretending it was a date was purely just for your entertainment.

So when the day came, you practically ran outside the second you got a text message from him saying he was there. He chewed on his bottom lip to restrain his grin as he watched you walk towards his car, wearing a denim mini-skirt and a white babydoll top.

Your hair was neat and tucked behind your ears, and you were visibly wearing more makeup than usual.

He felt flattered, entertaining the idea of you putting in a little extra effort just for him.

The ride to the theater wasn’t as tense as you had anticipated. You both spent it to talk about the previous movie and the theories you both had for the new one.

While you both were excited to see the actual movie, neither of you could stop noticing the small details about each other.

He smelled your lotion. You smelled his body wash.

He noticed your new earrings. You caught him smiling a lot more.

He looked at you every chance he got. You waited until he looked away to look at him.

He insisted on paying for your tickets and food at the theater, then led you to the “best seats” in the viewing room. Not a date, your ass. He even looked like he put effort into buying a new pair of jeans.

The tension inside you grew as soon as the movie began. And fucking hell, you didn’t know you could get so horny so fast. It was stupid little things that made you clench your thighs occasionally.

No fingers brushing. No elbows touching. Nothing like that.

Instead, it was the sound of his fingernails scratching the thick layer of scruff along his jaw, how he occasionally readjusted in his seat and seemingly spread his legs a little more, and when he would look over at you to ensure you were enjoying the movie.

This had gone a little further in your head than you intended, but you didn’t fucking want it to stop.

Maybe halfway through the movie, he realized you hadn't opened any of your candy. You always ate candy during a movie; it was something Jacob found cute when you first started dating and something Joel grew accustomed to long before his crush even developed. Joel even made it a point to keep a stash for when Jacob had you over for movie night.

He felt a little silly for hyper-fixating on such a weird and relatively small detail, but then he saw your legs clench together. He tried telling himself you were only readjusting your position, but then you sighed in a peculiar tone. The sigh that Joel always let out when he was sexually frustrated.

He would have continued telling himself he was reading too much into it, but another soft sigh left your lips, and suddenly, all he could think about was having you beneath him making the same pretty noises.

All the signs were there, but who would initiate it, and how? He worried he bit off more than he could chew by inviting you here. It only got more difficult to ignore when his cock stiffened inside his jeans, rolling his eyes at the fact that he wasn’t in the comfort of his own home to take care of it.

You noticed his hand palming his jeans and glanced over at him, only to see his erection throb against his pants, hard.

Knowing you’d probably regret it, you put your hand beneath the armrest and suddenly rested your hand high up on his thigh. His body tensing made you halt any more sudden movements, but nothing suggested he wanted you to stop.

He searched for the strength to push your hand off and tell you to stop, that this was wrong, and to remind you of your assumed loyalty to his son.

But he didn’t want that at all.

He liked having your hand on his thigh where it felt like it belonged, painted nails drawing small circles along the denim.

What he truly needed was for this fucking movie to be over. Once it finally was, he wasted no time getting you back into his truck.

“Joel?” Your voice was fragile and soft, and you wondered why he hadn’t made a move yet or at least started the engine. “Should I not have done that?”

“What were you thinkin’?” Was all he could think to ask.

“Guess I wasn’t.”

“No. You shouldn’t’a done that.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You will be.”

You don’t remember who initiated it or climbed in the backseat first. All you knew was that you were looking at the back of a building, the mall, or something, and you heard Joel grunting next to your ear while his hips slammed against your ass.

You felt a soreness forming around where his rough hands were holding you, but you didn’t flinch or pull away. You leaned into the meanness of his grip, allowing it to satiate all of that burning desire running along your flesh.

“Oh my God, Joel, ye-yes.”

His name dripping so effortlessly from your lips only urged him to fuck you even faster, his truck no doubt shaking violently because of it, some metal underneath made that obnoxious creaking sound to verify.

“You like that, huh,” he groaned; his fingers wrapped around the cuff of your elbow to meet his body halfway with the thrusts. “Needy fuckin’ girl. Takin’ me so well-agh!“

“So deep,” you huffed out.

“C’mere.”

Joel carefully turned your body around, sitting you back against the door before sliding his cock back inside of you with ease from how wet you were.

“Joel,” you moaned without reason, eyes fluttering shut as the curve of his shaft continued to rut into that sensitive spot.

He pulled the strap of your tank top down to find you braless. Of course. He smirked and licked his thumb and index finger before giving your stiff nipple a soft pinch.

Your breath shuddered at the surge of pleasure, and then he did the same thing to your clit with his other hand.

“Oh my fucking-“ You cut words off with a deep moan, finding it a little silly that such a slight squeeze to your clit could make you melt the way it did.

“Tha’ feel good, baby?” He asked, voice hoarse from choking back his own moans.

You hummed and nodded, something he thought was cute and began to rub your clit forcefully with his big thumb. Your mind felt numb from all of it, so much pleasure releasing itself.

Looking up at Joel made you feel so small, protected, and cared for. Looking down between your legs, he looked so focused on making you feel good.

“He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”

You shot your wide-eyed gaze up at him, surprised at his sudden appraisal of his son.

He chuckled and took his hand from your breast to softly hold your chin. “You gettin’ all shy on me now, girl?” Suddenly, he fell to an achingly slow rhythm and curled his hips into yours instead of his previous thrusting. “…I thought you had a bit more confidence than that.”

You scowled at his taunts, not sure what to say back. You just wanted to fucking cum. Noticing your lack of response made him chuckle again.

“What? My son don’t fuck you stupid like this?” He whispered onto your lips.

“…No,” you finally whimpered.

You felt a weird rush of emotion pass through you; the father of your boyfriend talking down on him while simultaneously fucking you didn’t turn you off like it maybe should have… If anything, it pushed you closer to the edge.

Joel raised his eyebrows in amusement and half smiled at your flushed face. “No?” His finger still made loops around your clits, his cock drenched in your heat. He wanted you to feel all of it.

“You make me feel so good, Joel.” You reached up to give him a chaste kiss.

“You take me so well, honey,” he said against your neck. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Hmm?”

You whispered out your confirmation and grabbed a hold of his greying hair. You wanted to memorize this moment thread by thread. His hair smelled of cheap shampoo and his beard of coffee, but his arms and chest smelled like him with the hint of sweat that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. God, how you could just bathe in him, cumming and unfolding in his strong arms. 

“Oh- Joel, I’m cu—I’m cumming,” you choked out. He said something about how good you were that you couldn’t quite process.

You held onto him tightly and cried out at the sensation of your knotted-up tension unraveling inside you like a Christmas present just waiting to be opened up. It fluttered and filled every corner of your mind, all while you moaned his name. You couldn’t even confuse it with his son’s. Joel.

Joel just worked better in your mind than Jacob ever could. Joel worked your body better, too. Maybe even a little better than you.

Your mind was so fucking blank that you almost didn’t feel Joel collapse onto you as he finished himself, moaning your name and running his hands all over you as if to savor it. He kissed you softly, slowly pulling out of you, and discarded the condom somewhere.

“So pretty when you cum.”

You lazily giggled at the compliment and sat up to grab your panties, but Joel snatched them from your weak hand. He took your legs and rested them in his lap to slide the fabric up your calves and thighs. You just watched and smiled at his further appreciation for your body as he did the same with your skirt.

“You really know how to treat a lady,” you playfully cooed, reaching for another kiss that he returned, savoring it.

He bashfully smiled, like his mind was elsewhere. “You know we can’t do this again, right?”

“We will,” you quipped, confidence returning; he glanced over at you and frowned, confused at the sly grin you wore proudly. You climbed onto his lap and ran your nails over his facial hair, trailing over his pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. “The more you fight it, the more you’ll need me, Joel.”

And fuck, were you right.

Weeks. He waited weeks after that encounter to see you. Weeks, he felt disappointed when you didn’t attend the weekly dinner that Joel and Jacob agreed upon him moving out.

He no longer felt guilty touching himself to thoughts of you. He was angry. Why couldn’t you just say you agreed with him instead of letting him know there was an opportunity to do it again? Why make yourself available to anyone other than his (shitty) son?

That anger turned into thirst when you finally decided to show up for Jacob’s small birthday dinner. Aunts, uncles, and cousins gathered to wish the only child a happy birthday. Meanwhile, Joel couldn’t tear his eyes away from you the second you walked in — partially because he wasn’t expecting you to show up after not seeing you for a while, but he’d never seen you wear something so… Short.

As possessive as he wanted to be, he knew he had to keep his composure not to reward you the satisfaction and keep his promise to himself. What he hadn’t considered is that you would not make those same promises.

While Joel finished preparing the food, you told Jacob you’d help bring everything else out so he could sit around the living room and talk to his family and friends.

You took the unnecessary route and grazed your chest against Joel’s elbow as you reached into the refrigerator to grab some drinks before taking them to the other room. You made as many sly little trips like that, not looking at or towards Joel whatsoever but making sure he was looking at you.

You saved Joel’s beer for last. You always brought him his beer once you realized he usually had one before eating dinner any time you were over. It wasn’t anything malicious or sneaky until now.

You grabbed the brown glass bottle and stood next to him. Finally giving him the satisfaction of looking at him, you twisted the cap off and wrapped your lips around the cold rim, tilting the glass up and tasting some of the orange-flavored liquid, lips coming off the bottle with a pop.

Those lips. That noise. It filled his mind with the image of you a second ago, only instead of a beer bottle, he imagined his hard cock.

He watched carefully as you licked up a running droplet from the side of the neck; you held the bottle up for him to take, and tensely, he did so.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His usual response but in a more sultry tone.

It made you blush and stare at him like he hung the stars and moon every night for you. “You’re welcome, Joel.”

He kept his eyes on you as you walked away for the last time, thinking about everything he wanted to do to you.

His hands were firm, clasped tightly around your wrists. His body pressed into your back while he pushed you against the wall. He hated that you were laughing. That you thought this was a funny game.

He thrusted into your ass without care, hurting you slightly with the pressure. He grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked it. He almost smiled at you, yelping out.

“Where’s that little fucking smile at now, huh,” he gritted. Then he planted a hard smack to your cheek, not bothering to soothe it the slightest bit. “You think you can just tease me and test me and fucking treat me however you want? Hmm? Think you can walk around with your ass damn near hangin’ out of this fucking dress?”

A tear rolled down your burning cheek as you whimpered, “I’m sorry, Joel. I w-wanted your attention.”

“You got what you wanted. Don’t fuckin’ cry about it now.”

Feeling your panties fill with a warm desire, you felt pathetic and weak.

Do I like that, you wondered, feeling used and being hurt?

You got your confirmation from the dumb little whimper you let out when you felt Joel’s body release from you. He boots thumping against the floor a few times before the bed creaked from his body weight.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

You pushed away from the wall and tiptoed to him. He almost felt bad for making you cry, but you were pushing his fucking buttons all night long. You sank to the floor, sitting on your bare feet and looking at him through wet eyelashes. Joel was more than glad that Jacob decided to go to a party with his friends and even more pleased that he didn't ask questions when you said you'd stay to help Joel clean up.

“I’m sorry, Joel-“

“You will be.”

You softly smile at him, repeating those words, knowing this time he meant it.

His eyes were cold and shallow when they stared into yours as his hands worked to undo his belt buckle. The metal teeth clanking together made you shudder, and you tried your best to keep your eyes locked with his.

“You misbehave once, and this belt goes ‘round your neck,” he warned, “we clear?”

You bashfully nodded, thankful he accepted it as an answer. Though you secretly hoped he would do it already, knowing you were bound to back talk him at some point.

Joel began to undo his jeans, and he made a ticking noise behind his teeth, ruminating on how you played with him at the table.

“Playin’ with my cock under the table,” he grunted, pulling his jeans down to his knees, “what kinda girl are you?”

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, felt you,” you said, glancing down at the growing erection beneath his plaid boxers. “I was being needy.”

“Yes, you were,” he simpered, “but you know I like that.”

You hesitated for a second before jumping into his lap and kissing him. Thrown off, it was a moment until he relaxed into your body, grasping the sides of your waist and hungrily kissing you back with a groan emitting from his throat.

He tasted like a man. He smelled like a man. Beer and body wash and perspiration drowning your senses. Your pussy ached when he slipped his beer-coated tongue into your mouth, sloppily licking around the ridges of your teeth and lips, tasting your chapstick and that one sip of alcohol you stole from him a couple of hours prior.

He felt your shaky hands reach to pull his cock out of his boxers; you pumped it slowly with one hand between your bodies, causing his moans to fall into your mouth.

He got a hold of your tits and massaged them gently before giving your nipples both a hard pinch, making you yelp and pull away from him. After chuckling at your pouty face, he grabbed hold of your hair and pulled it to his liking, almost treating you like a rag doll.

“Need you to suck my cock,” he choked out, sounding almost as if he were pleading of you to do it.

“Are you asking?”

He tugged your hair a little harder to signal he was not asking.

“Yes, sir.”

He watched intently as you stripped down to your panties and sat back in your previous position on the floor, taking his pants off and propping your arms on his burly thighs. He leaned back after unbuttoning his shirt and watched your tongue lick up a thick bead of precum from his tip, and you swallowed it without a second thought.

You drooled and spit all over his cock, wanting to make it a little messy for him, and even spreading some around his balls which made him incandescently moan.

And finally, you took him into your mouth, slobbering and sucking and moaning away around his girth. Your hand pumped to the sane rhythm of your mouth while gently squeezing and twisting it to add to his pleasure.

Joel’s head fell back in ecstasy; he couldn’t hold back his moans even if he wanted to. Your mouth was so warm and inviting, and it felt so fucking good. Your tongue lapping away as you sucked drove him crazy, and he found himself wondering why the fuck his son was cheating on you.

“That’s it, baby—mnh, fuck,” he encouraged. “Just like that. Ohh, just like that.”

His hand stroked your hair, and you looked up at him from the touch. Those eyes of yours made his thighs twitch and his stomach contract.

He wanted to punish you for making him wait, for teasing him, for being so fucking irresistible… But he couldn’t. Not now, at least. He felt weak beneath you, out of control. And he loved it: watching you take control of him, his dick. The slurping noises coming from your mouth not only suggested that you knew what you were doing but that you fucking loved it.

Your lips humming around him and creating webs of spit and precum made his dick harder than he had ever felt it. He was so close already, dire for his release, and it didn’t help when you surprised him with a rough thrust into your throat.

It hurt a lot, but that’s what you wanted. To ruin yourself for him. Show Joel what he could be getting every fucking night. Tears ran down your cheeks as you put him further down your throat until your nose was buried into the black and grey hairs surrounding the base of his cock.

He cried out your name and obscenities, saying, “Please,” for something, but you were not sure what exactly. His trembling thighs began closing around your head, not aiding in the lack of oxygen you had left, but he tried to fight it. You refused to let up on him, only swallowing hard and gagging harder, waiting for him to shoot his cum down your throat.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh fuck, no one- agh—no one’s ever fucking gone that deep-“

That’s what he was pleading for: he wanted you to quit. He didn’t want to cum so soon. But he tasted so good, and you had gotten him so fucking close, you couldn’t see yourself quitting now.

You pulled your head up to mess with Joel’s head, making him think you were listening. But you only went back down, making him pull your hair to stop you from disobeying him. Your lips departed from him with a pop, the same pop that he'd heard when you took a sip of his drink. It made him all the more desperate.

Despite your coughing and choking, he slipped his belt around your neck and looped it, not saying anything to ridicule you and simply tugging at the belt roughly. You choked a little more and then smiled at him, drool dripping down your chin onto your breasts. The sight was purely pornographic. Your lips were puffy, your face red, eyes dark and welling up, tears streaks on your cheekbones.

“Since you wanna fucking choke on something so bad…”

He tugged at the belt once again to emphasize his point. He stood up and yanked the leather to guide you where he wanted, yet that proud look never left your face. You were on all fours on the bed as if you were on display for him, and he stood behind you, pressing his thumb to your slit and spreading your juices around lazily.

You hummed at the small amount of friction and arched your ass up for him. Wiggling your hips in desperation, he smacked your ass hard enough to sting, the echo in the room ringing against your eardrums.

Joel smacked his fat tip against your asshole smirking when he felt it pucker; he took his wet cock in his hand, pumping it a few times before allowing it to sink inside of your needy cunt. You found yourself burying your face into the sheets as he began fucking you, the tug around your neck digging deeper as Joel maintained his grip on it.

“Such a fucking slut, so wet from just sucking my cock,” he spat, watching his cock disappear into your swelling pussy over and over and over. “S’it feel good, baby?”

You nodded, arching your back even more to feel him reach deeper and whimpering whenever his tip brutally bumped your cervix.

Suddenly, you felt a firm yank against your neck. “Use your words.”

“Feels so good, Joel,” you answered.

A swell of desire fills your belly, growing each time he thrusts into that sweet little spot inside of you. You’re clawing at the bed, reaching your neck forward to apply the satisfaction of not being able to breathe.

His free hand pressed against the swell of your ass, gripping it tightly as his hips snapped against the back of your thighs, making a clapping sound fill the room. You moaned into his duvet, slobber trailing out of the corners of your mouth. His balls hitting your clit with every thrust gave you the added pleasure you needed to finish if he kept this rhythm, but his voice was what you needed to send you over the edge.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy," he groaned. "Love how you squeeze my cock with it. Ohh, yeah, that's it, baby. You need to cum? Hmm? Does this pretty pussy need to cum?"

Your moans, muffled by the sheets, resulted in him pulling the belt up enough to make you lift your head so that he could hear you more clearly. "Yes yes yesss, Joel- MNH, oh fuck yes, please please."

He never forgot how your body gave away when you needed to cum; your body heaved with anticipation, your knuckles turned pale from your tight grip, your walls clung to him tighter than what was comfortable (which he fucking lived for then and now), and your moans heightened in pitch and volume. He couldn't punish you when you sounded so sexy screaming his name, it was his biggest weakness.

"I know, baby, I know. You can come," he encouraged sweetly, massaging the dip in your back to help relax you. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Need to feel you- fuck- cum for me."

And a few seconds later, you were convulsing beneath him from the tight coil inside of you finally breaking into shreds. The belt being pulled tighter around your neck rendered you helpless as it created the euphoria of what felt like nearly passing out. The fuzzy vision and the black spots sent your mind into a daze, or it could have been the lack of air. Your eyes grew heavy as your orgasm persisted from Joel's lack of mercy for your cunt. He just pounded away like you were made for him and his enjoyment only, and it thrilled you even more.

He grabbed your shoulder gently to bring your back to his chest and let go of the belt. You breathed heavily, and Joel kissed your jaw endearingly, his beard scraping your skin.

"So good f'me, you know that?" He moaned against your ear. His eyes fluttered shut when his hand went to cradle your chin, and he felt all of the saliva and tears coating your face. 

"Can't take it," you mumbled.

Your cunt was aching and sore, still pulsing from the harsh climax you had to endure with him not easing up at all. Your lips were swollen from his rough pounding, and your ass was burning from his hairs scratching against you. His cruel laugh filled your ears and made even more tears fall from your eyes.

"Fucking ruined you," he chuckled, earning another moan from you. "You can take it, baby. I know you can. I know you can be a good girl for me. Gonna fill you up with my cum- mmngh... Make sure this pussy knows it belongs to me."

"It does," you huff out, reaching to hold onto his forearms. "Not anyone else. Not even me. Just for you, Joel. It's all yours. Not even Jacob's."

That sent him over the edge. A pathetic whimper followed by a moan left his hoarse throat while he gave you one last powerful thrust. That cold feeling of guilt flooded his body and turned him on even more; he relished in the confidence you reclaimed, knowing that the guilt and secrecy of it all also turned you on in the darkest of ways.

"Fuck," he shouted as the last of his spend poured inside of your sore pussy. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and slowly pulled out of you to sit beside you on the bed before you climbed to straddle his thighs. "You're amazing," he whispered against your lips whilst unraveling the belt from your neck. "You know you really are gonna help me clean up," he teased, sending you into a short fit of laughter.

"Only if we get to make one more mess, Mr. Miller."

dividers by cafekitsune

[beelmons]

Hi! An idea I had was an enemies to lovers where Spencer says something he regrets like they slept together and reader sort of wears her heart on her sleeve and thought everything was okay between them but Spencer is still being hateful to reader and she’s confused until he’s like “I just wanted to sleep with you, nothing more”. Or smth like that 💗

cw: post prison spencer, mean!Spencer, angst no happy ending

You didn't know what it was, and if he was being honest neither did he, but Spencer Reid hated you to his core.

It started the day he met you, shortly after Emily Prentiss took over as Unit Chief, when you were assigned to the BAU as a probatory agent. Two rookies, Luke Alvez and yourself, being added to the team was not necessarily her vision of a perfect taskforce, but she could make it work with some help of her friends, hence why Tara and JJ were told to shadow Luke, and Rossi and Reid to shadow you.

But, of course, Rossi had less of a hands-on teaching style, so he was barely around in the field with you, leaving you to the capable hands of a recently traumatized Spencer Reid.

It was loathing at first sight, because, he'd never admit, something about you remided him of Cat Adams.

Maybe something in your eyes, or the way you walked, or perhaps the sound of your laugh, but his back muscles tensed whenever you were around, his hands curled into a fist, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow in suspicion.

A little extra issue, though, his member would also get extremely hard.

"You did what?!" Luke almost shouted from his desk.

"Shut up, man!" you pushed him by the shoulders, trying to sink him further into his seat "We slept together, alright?"

"How did you even make that happen? I thought he..." the man stopped himself once his ability to think before speaking came through.

"Hated me? Yeah." you finished his sentence "I don't know what to tell you. It was late, he was checking my preliminary profile, he said it was good and insightful, and next thing I know I'm facing the wall with my panties down to my ankles."

"Well, I guess that's one way to patch things up." he teased "So, what? are you guys dating?"

"I... don't think so?" you said with certain sadness "He left while I was cleaning myself up in the bathroom."

Luke was about to emit an opinion of his own when he sensed, but a foreign sound interrupted him.

"Good morning!" JJ's cheery voice caused the two of you to look up.

In the distance, Jennifer and Spencer walked towards your spot. You couldn't help the hopeless grin that appeared on your face at the sight of him, the same one he walked past without a single word.

Your crescent faded as quick as it came. What the hell was that? Giving you the cold shoulder like you are 10 and pulled his pigtails at the playground.

You heard the chief call to the round table and decided to save your little highschool quarrel for later. Luckily, serial killers had decided to take a break, and so your day would be desk duty only.

"Hey." when the clock neared lunch time, you decided to approach Reid.

He begrudingly raised his sight, pulling it away from you almost immediately. "Hey."

"Mind going to lunch with me?" you asked.

"I brought my own, thanks." he dryly refuted.

"Uhm, Reid." you moved in closer to his ear, and he almost flinched "That was code for 'I need to talk to you'"

"I'm aware of the connotations of your sentence, I just happen to not care for what the actual meaning entails." his eyes still refused to move to you.

He was back to being the annoying asshole you had always met, the exact opposite of the caring soul everyone else seemed to face on the daily.

"I..." a knot began to form on your throat "I thought we were okay again."

At last, he deemed you worthy of his stare, his eyes locking with yours and vaguely narrowing in your direction. You could see the burning flame of despise in them, the chilling sensation that if he could, he would take the life out of you with his hands in a second.

"Were we ever?" he snarked.

Something snapped, and you were blessed that the only two people you knew in the ballpen were Luke and Tara, who were merrily sharing some chinese food, otherwise you would had certainly been fired.

"Wha the fuck is your problem?!" you yelled as your hands smacked the surface of his desk.

"What are you-" he tried to complain.

"You had not once shown me a gentle face since I met you, and suddenly, you act reassuring and supportive, only to disappear without a word, and then act like not a thing happened!" you continued to raise your voice, your hands reaching to grip at his shoulders and force you to look at you when he tried to divert his gaze.

The sensation of being cornered and exposed caused an odd reaction out of him, you could see it in his eyes, almost as if he wasn't truly there.

"Did it ever cross your mind I said all this so you would let me fuck you?" his voice was almost as loud as yours "If not, then you are not half as good profiler as I thought you were."

Piercing. That's how it felt. The unmistakable sensation of a puncture to the heart. There was nothing else you could to do help yourself, or the tears that ran down your cheeks.

"What did I..." you began to mutter almost to yourself. Luke's arms had moved to your shoulders, tugging you away from your coworker. "What did I ever do to you?" you asked weakly, Luke now blocking Spencer from your line of sight.

The doctor was astonished by his own words, even more so by your tears. He didn't know how to describe them, they just seemed so... sincere?

"Spencer?" Tara called for a third time, snapping him out of a self-induced trance.

"What?" he asked.

"What happened?" she inquired again "Why would you say something like that?"

"I-" he looked around trying to find you, but your friend had taken you away "I don't know."

The fight would get to Emily's ears later in the day. Spencer was dismissed for the remainer of his shift, and so were you.

A part of him was being eaten alive by remorse, but the other, the one he deemed his conscious mind, tried to convice him he had done nothing wrong. Hadn't he spoken the truth? There was no reason to like you. Your gentle demeanor was not excuse enough, neither was your peculiar humor, or your relentless dedication to do good.

There was no reason to like you when you had caused him so much pain. Hadn't you?

His brain felt foggy, clouded, confused. Beyond his control, his body dragged him in the direction of your house, only to find himself at a crossroad he didn't know the name of.

Where did you live again? He had never asked you. Perhaps, he could call you. But your work phone was off and he didn't have your personal. What if he asked Luke? Yeah, right. After what he had witnessed, how could he be remotely on his side? He was forced back home, he would talk to you the next morning at work.

Was there something to talk about?

"A transfer?" Luke asked Penelope.

"She asked me to put a rush to it." the blonde clarified.

"And did you?" the man inquired with curiosity.

Garcia nodded with a pout.

"She just looked so sad." she clarified.

A knock on her door interrupted the conversation, and a soft 'come in' prompted Spencer to walk into the room.

The two coworkers shot him a look, curious and pitiful at the same time. Spencer narrowed his eyes questioningly at them.

"What?" he finally said.

"We know you've been through a lot." Penelope began to say "That you were taking it out on her for some reason, but I think you might have done this time, boy wonder."

Reid couldn't help but to swallow back a knot. They were right. Objectively, you had done nothing wrong. But objectivity had long lost its meaning, since he had learned that his reality could be bent to someone else's will to a point where he didn't know what was real and what wasn't.

"I didn't mean what I said." he quickly explained "That's what's I wanted to tell her."

"Well," Luke almost snarked at him "That's going to be a little hard now that she's gone."

"What do you mean?" Reid inquired.

"She had requested a transfer to the defense department months ago." Penelope explained "I just rushed some paperwork, but the deal was basically made."

Exposed to these news, Spencer bolted off the tech office and straight into Prentiss's. He basically stomped in, causing Emily to look confused for a solid second.

"Revert the transfer." he demanded, his palms firmly pressed on the desk.

"I thought you would be relieved..." she began to explain.

"We need her here. She's the most promising profiler we've seen in a while." he argued.

"Really?" Emily cocked an eyebrow "Because just a month ago your report indicated she was just average."

Spencer rolled his eyes and brought his hands to his hair, frustratedly turning around the office. He took a couple of deeo breaths, out of the corner of his eye he noticed your desk. Your belongings were already packed inna box, possibly Luke's doing to save you the awkwardness of a tidying up visit.

"I made a mistake." he admitted, his eyes still fixed on your empty chair.

"I'm sorry, Spence." the unit chief said "Sometimes, we just have to live with the consequences of our mistakes."

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Can You Do Ben Drowned,Jeff the Killer and Ticci Toby with Princess Peach!S/O,You Know She had Princess Peach's Personality (I Don't Know If You about Know about Mario or Not, Sorry)

Dont worry about asking for other fictional characters, because even if i dont know who they are i always do some light research and figure out a base!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ben Drowned

Ben loooves having more girly partners

I think he just loves women in general tbh 💀

Honestly being around you makes him more well mannered and empathetic

He knows your personality and wants to impress you

He loves to tease you as well, knowing you will get all flustered and bashful

His favorite thing to do is kiss you over and over on your face until it is bright beet red and you are shooing him away and giggling

When it comes to you being more sensitive, he totally gets it because he can get rather sensitive at times too

But then again, you basically have everyone in the manor at your feet, you could never be a bother

He will kiss away your big salty tears and tell you how gorgeous you look when being authentically expressive

Not that romantic obviously because he's a shit gremlin, but you know

"No, baby, baby, don't cry...Hey, come here and let me see that gorgeous face"

"I'm all snotty and salty" you choke out

"Exactly." He says with a kiss to your forehead and a snort at your frustrated groan

What a silly guy

Jeff The Killer

HE LOVES GIRLY GIRLS

Hands down his favorite type of partner

LET HIM SPOIL YOU AND DOTE ON YOU AND TAKE YOU SHOPPING <333

He, like ben, loooves to tease you just to see you get all flustered

You will scold him and laugh while he just goes on and on about how lovely you are, and how lucky he is to have you

This man has literally stood on top of tables and shouted how much he loves you just to see you go red

He will always be hyping you up, whether it be a new hairstyle you're trying or a new style you're rocking, you can guarantee he will be telling you how amazing you look

He's thoroughly obsessed with you, he can't keep his hands off you!

He will always be playing with your hair, or laying on your shoulder

Knowing you can be sensitive, he takes great care to not do anything that might upset you

Him, having some really explosive anger issues, understands that sometimes it just can't be helped though

And so he will sit there, rocking you back and forth while shushing you and telling you that you're too pretty to cry

He has to admit though, he loves how puffy your lips get after crying and he will always take the chance to give you some smooches

Ticci Toby

Honestly, I find that somedays Toby has sort of a princess peach personality too/j

Just kidding, he may be on the sensitive side, but he def is not a helpless little uwu smol boy

Anyways, he will just like to do more small things with affection, because as flustered as you get with big tokens of affection, there is also a super sweet emotion you give with smaller things

And toby likes sweet things, he doesn't like to tease

And so, he will kiss from your fingertips all the way up to your lips, making sure every kiss is given in the most loving way he can muster

By the time he reaches your lips you are giggling and awaiting the kiss

You share a sweet kiss, and you barely have time to pull away before he is chasing your lips for yet another kiss

You smile into the kiss and pull away to fluff up his hair

This is the sweet reaction he loves to get out of you

You are playing with his hair, telling him how sweet he is, and kissing his nose

He could melt right now he feels so happy

And he owes it all to you <33

[just-jordie-things]

[part eight] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 5k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part eight] : "Bury A Friend" ___

(y/n) knew she wasn’t the ideal choice of mentor to Megumi.  But she was the only choice.  So she did everything she could to teach him everything she knew.  Megumi wasn’t always fond of spending his after school time learning, especially the more boring lessons (y/n) provided like history, or the specifics of the prominent families.

“This is important, Megumi” (y/n) said to the boy that had thrown his head down against the table.

“I’m tired of studying,” He groaned.  “I want to learn more about cursed techniques!” 

“And you will,” (y/n) told him.  “But I need you to understand this” 

“Why?” The boy whined, turning his head so his cheek rested on the kitchen table, staring at her.  “Who cares about a bunch of old people?” 

(y/n) laughed at him, reminded of Satoru and his distaste for the elders as well.

“These old people control everything in the jujutsu world,” (y/n) said.  “They’re in charge of all the rules, and they have the money to enforce them.  They’re very powerful, Megumi, and they don’t take kindly to those who defect” 

“Defect?” He asks, confused.

“It’s what they call sorcerers who… don’t play by the rules” She says carefully.

“Bad guys?” Megumi asks.  (y/n) nods.

“That’s one way to think of it” She sighs.

Her hands are wringing together, and she can barely look at him.  The young boy frowns.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, lifting his head.

“Nothing, honey, I just want you to pay attention” 

“You’re bad at lying,” Megumi deadpans.  “Are you defecting?” 

The question makes her eyes sharpen, and she stares at his inquisitive face.  She doesn’t want to tell him the truth.  She knows he won’t accept another lie.

“There’s a lot of things that won’t make sense right now,” She explains to him.  “I’m not trying to lie to you.  I’m just trying to keep things easy-” 

“Well then make it make sense,” Megumi cuts her off, shrugging his shoulders.

(y/n) gives him a look, shaking her head.

“Is it because of me?” He asks.  “Are you going to be in trouble because of me?” 

“Of course not,” She lies with ease.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, she leans closer, staring at him with complete sincerity in her eyes.

“Of course not” She repeats.

Megumi nods, a little bit.  He believed her.

It was the first time she’d told a decent lie.  And it was probably the most important one.

“Okay,” He sighs.  “Then what’s so tricky to understand?” 

(y/n) sighs, and she wishes she had spent more time practicing her cursed technique so that she could teleport away.  He was too young to be told the complete truth.  Even if he did understand it all, it was a harsh reality to bring a seven year old to

“Let’s just say your Dad had a knack for making things complicated, okay?” (y/n) says.

Megumi snorts.

“Yeah.  He sucks” 

(y/n) nods, smiling endearingly back at him.

“I’m not trying to lie to you,” She tells him honestly.  “But there’s a lot you still need to learn, and it can be complicated.  Is it okay if for now, we just take this all step by step?” 

The child nods in agreement,

“Yeah, that’s okay” He says.

“Okay.  So let’s go back to the big families” (y/n) says, drawing a chart on a scrap piece of paper of the big three.

The rest of their little study session goes well.  Megumi is a good learner, who picks things up quickly once he’s shown them.  (y/n’s) grateful he’s such a smart student, because she knows she’s a terrible teacher.

Once he’s got an understanding of the important families in jujutsu society, she decides to call it a day, with the promise of practicing with his shikigami over the weekend.  Megumi seems excited enough by that, before he runs off to tell Tsumiki about everything he’d just learned.

(y/n) stayed at the kitchen table, and once he was out of sight, she allowed herself to hold her head in her hands.  Her eyes fell shut, and she let out a shaky breath.

The idea of telling him the truth one day makes her gut twist into sharp knots.  Had there been anything in her stomach, she certainly would have rushed to the kitchen sink, keeled over it, and emptied it out.

Was this a mistake? She asked herself.  If I hadn’t gotten involved, could Megumi had happily gone with the Zen’in Clan? Now that I’ve harbored him and Tsumiki, have I made their lives worse? 

Her fingers dragged against her skin as she lifted her head.  Just as she opened her eyes, she noticed her phone was silently ringing on the table, the screen lit up with a photo of Satoru.  

She answers it, bringing her phone to her ear.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“(y/n)...” Satoru’s voice is serious.  

She sits up a little straighter in her chair.

“Satoru, what is it?” She asks.  It wasn’t like him to hesitate.

“How quickly can you come to the school?” He asks her.

“What happened?” (y/n) ignores his question.  “Is something wrong? Is someone hurt?” 

“I can come get you.  Where are you-?” 

“Satoru,” (y/n) cuts him off, standing from her seat suddenly, causing the chair to knock over and clatter to the ground.  “What happened? What’s going on?”

“(y/n), I don’t want to tell you on the phone.  Just- please, I can come and get you right now-” 

“Just tell me!” She’s yelling now, not thinking twice about raising the attention of the others in the house.

Unbeknownst to her, Megumi and Tsumiki had rushed into the kitchen as soon as she’d knocked over the chair.  They stood in the doorway, watching her with worry.

“It’s Yu,” Satoru sighs.  “He went on a mission with Nanami, he’s-” 

“I’m coming” She says firmly, before ending the call.

She turns around, about to go straight to Megumi and Tsumiki to tell them she had to go, only to find them right in front of her.  She startles, not having heard them come into the room.

“Hey, guys,” She sighs, crouching before them.  “Something happened, I have to go a little early” 

“Is everything okay?” Tsumiki asks worriedly.  (y/n) forces a smile on her face.

“Everything will be fine,” She tells her.  “But I need to go” 

“You’ll be back on Saturday?” Megumi asks, his voice small.

“Of course,” (y/n) assures him.  “I can’t wait to see your Divine Dogs, Megumi” She adds, bringing a small smile to the boy’s face, even though he knew she was hiding something, and things weren’t alright as she was trying to make them seem.

“Be safe,” She tells them as she stands.  “I’ll be back on Saturday” 

They both bid their goodbyes as (y/n) goes out the door as hastily as she can without running.  She mutters the incantation to lower a curtain hurriedly, and as soon as she seals the house under her protection, she brings her middle and forefinger to her forehead.

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(y/n) appears suddenly at the school, stumbling on her feet a bit from the messy and sudden teleportation.  Her mind had been anything but clear when she’d summoned her cursed energy to bring herself here.  However this was the fastest way she could get here.

Her mind grows foggier, and eyelids heavier as she takes a few steps forward, dragging herself to the front doors.  Sleep threatens to overcome her, but she pushes forward anyways.

Teleporting like this was a risky choice, knowing she had yet to keep herself conscious after doing so.  But she had no other choice, and she was here now.  All that mattered was finding-

“Satoru” 

As (y/n) opens the door, she finds her friends, along with Nanami and Yaga right at the corridor.  She stands in the open doorway, or rather, she’s leaning on it, desperate to keep her body upright.

Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru rush right over to her, assuming the worst.

“Are you hurt?” Shoko asks, scanning her for injuries.

“Where were you?” Suguru asks.

She doesn’t answer either of them, she can’t focus on calming their worries when she knows something terrible has happened.

“Satoru,” She says to the man who hadn’t torn his gaze away from hers as soon as she’d arrived.  “What- what happened? What happened to Yu?” 

The room is silent.  Shoko and Suguru step back a bit, realizing she wasn’t in any danger, she was just wiped and starting to lose consciousness as a result of prematurely using her cursed technique.

The white haired sorcerer frowns, and reaches out to try to help her stand better.  She shuffles back against the door, shaking her head.

“Tell me,” She mumbles, her throat tightening, and burning.  “Tell me what- what happened to Yu?” 

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n)” He says softly.

There’s tears pooling in her eyes as she stares back at him.  She starts to shake her head in disbelief, but no words come out.

“Yu is dead” Another voice answers her question.

She looks past Satoru’s shoulder, to where Nanami is hanging his head, eyes focused on the floor.

(y/n’s) breath catches in her throat, choking her.  She sputters out a few shaky pants, before her knees give out and she’s crashing towards the ground.

Satoru’s faster than her fall, an arm wrapping around her shoulders to keep her steady on her knees in front of him.  Her head lands on his shoulder, tears seeping into his shirt as she begins to cry.

Shoko and Suguru look at each other, while the Six Eyes user silently tries to comfort her, his hand rubbing circles over her back in smooth motions.

“I don’t- I don’t-” (y/n) stammers over her words, despair, confusion, and exhaustion clouding her ability to form a proper sentence.  “I don’t understand- how- why-” 

Satoru shushes her quietly, knowing any minute now she was going to close her eyes and succumb to the fatigue.  He dropped his head so he could speak quietly to her.

“I’ll explain everything” He murmurs into her temple.

Her body shakes against his.  He has to close his own eyes to keep himself from tearing up just from seeing her in so much distress.

“Satoru- don’t-” (y/n) mumbles, fists weakly grabbing at the front of his uniform.

“I won’t go,” He assures her.  

Her body starts to feel a little heavier in his arms.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I’ll tell you everything” 

Her eyelids feel too heavy to bear, and when their weight is too much, she finally lets them close.  Shortly after, her breathing evens, and her body is slumped in Satoru’s arms.

“She teleported here,” Yaga says as Satoru gets a better hold on her, lifting her up with ease.  “That was the longest I’ve ever seen her stay awake after teleporting without a hex” 

“She was anxious” Satoru replies, about to walk away.

“When she wakes, tell her when she’s ready I’d like to speak to her” His teacher says, before he could walk too far away.

Satoru turns on his heel, his eyes fixed in a glare.

“She was only able to keep herself awake so long because she was grieving,” He said with a harsh tone of voice.  “She just lost someone she cares about.  And when she wakes up, she’s going to go through it all again,” 

Nanami watched Satoru intently as he spoke sharply towards Yaga.

“Don’t you dare try to get her to use that to perfect some stupid cursed technique,” He continues.  “Not a word of this to the elders” He says, head jerking around the room to make sure everyone present understood he was meant to be taken with absolute seriousness.

Everyone slowly nodded their heads.

“Understood” Yaga sighed.

“Good,” Satoru muttered.  “Now I’m taking her to rest.  Tell everyone not to bother her, or I’ll rip their head off” 

He finally leaves, teleporting himself to (y/n’s) room.  It’s dark, but Satoru leaves it that way as he carefully tucks the dozed off girl into her bed.  She doesn’t squirm or make a single noise as he covers her with the blanket.

Once he deems her comfortable enough, he wanders over to her desk, grabbing the chair from it and quietly placing it beside her bed.

He rests his head in his hands as he sits.

Why wouldn’t she just let me come to her?

Selfishly, he doesn’t want her to wake up anytime soon.  He doesn’t want to face her and relay to her how Yu’s mission had gone wrong.  He doesn’t want to be the one to bring her such bad news, to break her heart.

Yet at the same time, a part of him does want to be the one to tell her, so that he can be there for her if and when she needs him.  To dry her tears and tell her good, sweet things to comfort her.

It’s all a mess, he thinks, bringing his gaze up to the sleeping girl before him. ___

[TWO YEARS AGO]

(y/n) leaned further out the window of the classroom she was currently hiding in, making sure that all of the smoke she blew out her lungs went out the window.  Sneaking a cigarette on her first day of being at Jujutsu High was a bit reckless, sure, but her nerves needed to be relaxed and so far this was the first method that worked.

“That’s a bit stupid, isn’t it?”

She jolted at the sudden voice behind her, the cigarette in her fingers falling from her shock.  It fell straight out the window, and onto the ground.  Her jaw dropped as she watched a group of jogging upperclassmen run right over the thing.

Well, at least it was stumped out and she didn’t have to worry about starting a fire on her first day.

Annoyed, she spun around to see the perpetrator that had so rudely interrupted her.

It was a boy, standing in the doorway of the classroom.  He had lightning bright hair and an even brighter grin.  The oddest part wasn’t even the sunglasses he chose to wear inside, but how it seemed that even when she scowled at him, that grin remained.

“Having a cigarette on your first day here?” He chuckled.  “Do you know what they would’ve done to you if you’d been caught?” 

“Kicked me out?” (y/n) scoffed.  “Don’t you think I already knew that consequence when I lit it?” 

The boy laughed.  It was bubbly, and as annoyed as she was with him, she found herself fighting the urge to laugh as well.

“You’re right.  I owe you one.  Luckily I’m friends with the biggest nic addict here, so you’re lucky” 

“Lucky?” (y/n) repeated in a monotone voice.

“Sure are,” He replied.  “You’re the new first year right?” 

(y/n’s) brows drew together, disturbed that this overbearing boy already seemed to know who she was, and she had no idea who he was.

“Yes…” She answered slowly.  “I’m (y/n)” 

“Gojo Satoru” He introduced himself, walking into the classroom with his hand outstretched.

With a huff, (y/n) reaches her hand out to meet his, only to find something stopping her just an inch before touching him.

She retracts her hand instantly, and suddenly his name clicks in her mind.  He seems amused that she’d reacted to his Infinity in such a way.

“Shit,” She mumbled, her wide eyes staring up at him.  “So you’re the Six Eyes everyone’s been talking so much about” 

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow, tucking his hands into his pockets.  “They sayin’ good things?” He asks.

“They’re saying you’re the most powerful sorcerer,” (y/n) replies.  “So I suppose it depends on who you ask,” She answers.  “Whether or not that’s a good thing” 

Satoru scoffs, his grin faltering for a brief second.  He had not expected such a cryptic answer.  Usually people flocked to him, always wanting something from him.  Clearly he’d gotten off on the wrong foot with this one.

“Normally being the best at something is a pretty good thing” He said smoothly.  (y/n) raised a shoulder and cocked her head to the side.

“Maybe,” She mused.  “But I can do something you can’t” 

He leans forward with a smirk, entering her personal space and peering down at her through his shades.

“And what’s that, sweetheart?” He asks slyly, clearly expecting some sort of sexy response.

(y/n) doesn’t give him the reaction he was looking for, instead keeping her face blank as she responds.

“Fly under the radar,” She answers.

His brows pinch together, chuckling to himself.  As if he’d ever want to do that.  What a stupid thing to brag about.

(y/n) steps around him, heading out of the classroom.  

“Don’t forget you owe me a cigarette, oh powerful Gojo” She calls over her shoulder as she leaves.

[PRESENT DAY]

Back when he’d first met (y/n), Satoru remembers that more than anything, she confused him.  She was probably the first person in his life to ever treat him like he wasn’t the most important person in the world.  She had weird opinions and a weirder personality.

And he was enamored with her.

It had taken him some time, maybe more than most, to figure out what she’d meant that first day they met.  He spent nights awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering why he’d want to fly under the radar, as she’d said.  But as he found his friends, Suguru, Shoko, and found himself in the meantime, he finally figured it out.

By that point, she’d already written him off.  Perhaps she didn’t hate him, but she certainly didn’t want to spend time with him if she didn’t have to.  Lucky for him, their mutual friends brought them together more often than she would have liked, so she had to get to know him anyways.

Years of training together, class together, hanging out with their friends, going on assignments- little moments and inches of steps brought them closer together.  Eventually he saw her give in a little, and (y/n) let him care about her, even if she wouldn’t reciprocate.

She stopped ignoring his texts, started laughing at his dumb jokes, and sometimes, Satoru swore that he would catch her smiling at him.  She openly enjoyed going on assignments with him, even if it was just from her competitive nature.  When Yaga would hand them the same mission, she’d smile at him, followed by her typical attitude.  But there’d be a bounce in her step.

He had been there the first time she’d tried to teleport without a hex.  She had been trying to save someone.  A kid.

The poor thing had been standing before a Grade One curse, trembling, frozen in fear.  Satoru had seen him first, but (y/n) was acting before he could.  She was too far to make it on foot, but without a second thought she did something she didn’t even know she was capable of.  It was as if human instinct and cursed energy merged in that moment, her drive to save that child overpowering her body and teleporting her there in the same instant she’d seen him.

In a second (y/n) was no longer by Satoru’s side, and was a few hundred feet away.  Her arms wrapped around his small body, and she stood there just long enough to scream for Suguru to exorcize the curse.  He came just in time, and once more, (y/n) disappeared from where she stood.

Kneeling at Satoru’s side, she kept her hands securely on the young boy’s shoulders.  He remembered the rushed, worried way she’d spoken to him.  

“Are you hurt? Are you alright? Do you know where your parents are?”

Satoru remembered when the boy finally ran off to where his parents were just a block away, (y/n’s) hands were shaking.  Just as he was about to congratulate her and help her to her feet, her body gave out.  Her eyes were shut and she was passed out before she’d even hit the ground.

That was a year ago.

Now, Satoru thinks that his stance with (y/n) is even messier than before.

He’d thought that he’d made some progress, redeemed himself a bit in her eyes.  At least he’d hoped he had.  She spent more time with him than she had before, and it wasn’t completely against her will.  Satoru had been overjoyed when she’d agreed to join him for breakfast.  He’d spent the whole day with her after that, and not for a second was he able to stop looking at her.  She’d only grown more beautiful, more confident and sure of herself, and as they matured bit by bit together, Satoru was certain he was only going to fall harder for her.

He’d known her for years now, and every day she challenged him in some new and exciting way.  He used to enjoy that about her.

Now, it brought him an immense amount of stress.

Not knowing where she was going when she snuck into town, not knowing what she was up to when she snuck back in late into the night, it had him worried sick.  He knew she was capable of protecting herself, she was a strong fighter, and loved her cursed tools almost as much as her friends.

But no matter how slowly the curiosity killed him, he knew he had to drop the subject.

After a lengthy discussion with Shoko, where she told him in all seriousness that she was certain (y/n) was meeting up with a lover, someone she cared about deeply and wanted a future with, he had buried every last feeling he’d had for her.

He’d decided he had to.  If he didn’t want his heart broken, he’d have to move on from her.

That was easier said than done. ___

(y/n’s) eyelashes fluttered for a brief moment, followed by a small groan.  It took a few minutes of stretching her tired limbs before she finally opened her eyes, and to her surprise, Gojo Satoru was sitting right there.

“You’re awake” He said softly.

(y/n) sat up and looked around herself, just to be sure she hadn’t woken up in the infirmary.  Just as she thought, she was in her own bed, her own room.

And then it all came flooding back to her.

“Yu…” She mumbled, her voice cracked over his name.  “He’s really gone?” 

Silently, Satoru nodded his head.

(y/n) leaned back against her headboard, her eyes on her lap as she processed this information rather slowly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Satoru said quietly, reaching his hand out to her.  “I know you were close” 

To his surprise, she took his hand when he held it out, her thumb pressed to his palm and her fingers wrapping around his securely.

“He just wanted to be nice and walk me home,” She said softly.  “He was just trying to be a good person and I- I pushed him away” 

Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she remembered the last time she’d really spoken to him.  She’d seen him in passing since that day in Tokyo, but she’d been in such a rush all the time that she’d barely said more than a hello to him.

And now he was gone.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“Don’t blame yourself for anything,” Satoru said, his thumb stroking over the back of her hand gently.  “What happened was an accident, no one could have known” 

She looks up at him, her tears falling freely now.

“What happened?” She whispered out.

Satoru sighed, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head.

“Him and Nanami went on an assignment.  It was supposed to be a Grade One… but…” 

“Special Grade…” (y/n) mumbled, eyes falling away from his, glazed over as she thought it over.

Her hand that wasn’t in his tangled in her sheets, fisting them tightly until her knuckles turned white.

“Did they exorcize it?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave.

Satoru shakes his head.

“Nanami brought Yu back as soon as it happened.  They sent Suguru first thing this morning” 

“It’s morning?” 

“Almost seven” Satoru nods.

“It’s Friday” (y/n) confirmed, and he nodded again.

She nods back at him, the gears in her head turning.

She didn’t have to be at the Fushiguro house until tomorrow.

“Have you heard from Suguru since he left?” She asked.

When her eyes meet his again, there’s something there that he’d never seen before.  Something cold, and calculating.

“Don’t even think about it” He told her before she could even suggest what she was thinking.

(y/n) releases his hand, shuffling off the bed, but as soon as she stands, he grabs her by the shoulders to stop her.

“I said don’t even think about it-” 

“I’m going” She cuts him off, staring him directly in the eyes so he could see that there was nothing that could stop her.

“(y/n), Suguru will take care of it, you know that-” 

“It has nothing to do with that,” She snaps back at him.  “Yu was my friend.  I cared about him- and- and now he’s gone and he’s not coming back and I can’t just sit here and-” 

She’s getting choked up over her tears, and she raises her hands to violently wipe them from her eyes.

“I can’t just sit here and cry about it!” She wails.

She falters then.  The tears spilling over her cheeks won’t stop flowing no matter how much she wipes them away, she’s sobbing now, her whole body trembling.

Before she can fight him, Satoru pulls her into his chest.  She doesn’t put up a fight.  She lets him hold her and she doesn’t hold back a single sob that wracks her body.  He carefully sits them down on the edge of her bed, and she throws her arms around his neck as she continues to break down.

They sit together for quite some time.  (y/n) doesn’t leave his arms.  Satoru doesn’t let her go.

It’s a long day spent in the darkness of her room.  He brings her food and a new box of tissues every few hours, but for the most part, sits with her while she lays in bed.  Sometimes he holds her hand, sometimes he rubs her back.  She falls asleep here and there, but never longer than half an hour.

When it’s well into the middle of the night, she calls to him.

He’s sitting in bed with his back to her headboard while she’d been laying on her side, faced away from him.  But suddenly she turned over.

“Satoru?”

Her voice is strained, tired.  Her throat was surely sore from her day of grief.

He looks away from the book he was reading, something he’d stolen off her shelf.  Her eyes are sad, but no longer filled with tears, as she looks at him.  He hums softly in response to her, his hand sliding down the mattress to find hers.

When her fingers weakly brush into his, she tangles them together, slotting her own through the spaces between his.  His hand is warm, and comforting.

He’s warm and comforting.

“You’ll stay?” She murmurs, briefly looking from his eyes to his hand in hers, and then back up to his eyes.  “Through the night?” 

Satoru sets the book down in his lap, and now that it’s in her line of sight, she can see that he’s reading her copy of Charlotte’s Web.  The smallest of smiles tugs on the edge of her lips.  She had pulled it out of a box of old storage from her childhood just a week ago, having a newfound soft spot for the story after reading it cover to cover for the Fushiguro kids.

“Of course, sweetheart,” He tells her, and when she looks back up at him, she can see that he means it with every ounce of sincerity.

He picks the book up again, only to slide it onto her bedside table.  She watches as he then throws back the covers, sliding his long legs under them, and then the rest of his body.

He’s eye to eye with her as his head hits the pillow, and she can’t bring herself not to stare at him.

They’re incredibly close, since her bed wasn’t exactly made for two people, but the nerves that she would normally feel having him so close to her that she could feel his soft breath on her lips is nowhere to be found.

In fact she smiles.  It’s small, and her lips tremble in the slightest, but it’s a smile for him nonetheless.

Satoru squeezes her hand.

“I’ll stay as long as you’d like me to,” He tells her, his voice a hushed whisper.  “I’ll stay until you force me to go” 

She squeezes his hand back.

“Can I request one more thing?” She murmurs.  He nods.  “Would you read to me?” 

He turns to reach for the book right away, double checking what it was he’d been mindlessly reading just moments ago.

“Charlotte’s Web?” 

She nods.

“It’s grown to be a favorite of mine” She tells him.

“Then of course I will” 

He rolls onto his back, and he lets go of her hand so that he can open the book, flipping back to the first page.  Once he’s found a comfortable angle, he slides an arm around her shoulders, tucking her in close to him, to keep her comfortable, before he begins to read.

Satoru doesn’t even make it through the first chapter before (y/n’s) dozed off, her head resting on his shoulder, the rest of her body completely curled into his.

He finds himself getting tired shortly after as well.  When he finally gives into the drowsy feeling, he places the book on her bedside table, and lays his sunglasses on top of it.

He forgets all about how he was supposed to be burying his feelings, he forgets about the stranger she’s been going out with, and all that’s on his mind as he falls asleep beside her is the hope that tomorrow will be a fresh start for her.  He hopes that she’s able to work through her grief, and begin the journey to move past it tomorrow.  He hopes that she’ll let him help her.

Satoru falls asleep listening to the soft, steady buzzing of her cursed energy beside him.  It pulls him away like a lullaby.

___

xoxo - jordie

[scenezfreak]

HIIII First of all hru,are you ok and are you taking care of yourself? If you are IM VERY PROUD!!!! AND now for the thing I had in my mind imagine Jeff x from reader who is literally dressing like the Adam Sandler style a lot and straight up on weed and one day she stumbles in Jeff's room by accident and sees photos of her taped to the wall and then Jeff comes inside the room.The rest I'm letting it up to you.AND REMEMBER you are important,kind, beautiful and smart take care and have a very good day/night!💞

Yes I’m okay! I know you were here around the time I was in the hospital but so far so good! No other complications. Thank you for your kind words, love 🫶🏻 And same to you!

- I honestly don’t know what came over me when I wrote this but DAYUUMMMM

Jeff the Killer x Tomboy!Reader

Warnings: Smut, reader is high, stalker Jeff, throat fuck, throat pie, cum eating, feel like I’m missing smth but oh well

NOT PROOD READ, MINORS DNI

You just finished a smoke sesh, a little bit high but not fully gone. You honestly didn’t know why your body was taking you to Jeff’s room..maybe you just wanted to annoy him. Either way, you didn’t dwell on it too long, you walked- well…more like stumbled into his room. Your body stood still in shock. Along one side of his room were just full of pictures..pictures of you.

You walked further in, almost tripping in the process. You looked at all of them, you may be high but you could comprehend that these were all taken without your knowing. Although the thought of it didn’t really bother you..your fingers traced over one image. Wait- was that one of you sleeping? How did he even get in? The door was locked. You didn’t think over it further as you heard footsteps behind you. You whipped your head around.

Jeff was standing there seemingly just as shocked as you were. He didn’t utter a word, he just closed his door and locked it and made his way over to you. You tripped back and your back hit the wall. He was so close to you now. Jeff shuttered a bit..you looked so beautiful against his little shrine he made of you. His hands rested on the wall on either side of your head, trapping you.

Jeff leaned in and whispered. “You sure you’re in the right place, doll?” His low voice sent heat to your core and you shivered. You wanted to see how far you could go, so you spoke up. “I look like I’m in the right place.” You said, referencing to the pictures. You smirked, the high giving you confidence to bring your hands to his shoulders slowly massaging them and then dragging your hands down his body.

Jeff’s obsidian eyes bore into yours. He wanted to ruin you so bad. “Naughty girl.” Was all he said as one of his hands wrapped around your throat. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, do you?” Before you could even respond he pressed his lips against yours. You decide, fuck it, why not go with it?

Your tongues swirl against each other but he ultimately wins and his tongue explores your mouth, you don’t know how long he’s been wanting to do this to you. His hands grab your hips and his fingers dig into them while your hands come up to the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his raven charred hair as you pulled him close. He moaned at the burn of you gripping his hair.

You gasped when he bit your lip, a little blood mixing into the kiss. He pulled back and you released your grip off of him. You felt yourself being pushed to your knees, his hands grabbed the back of your head, pushing his clothed erection against your head. “You gonna get me off, doll? Payback for sneaking around peoples personal stuff.” He laughed, at this point you didn’t care how pathetic you looked..you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

You nodded and turned your head to kiss and lick at the tent on his jeans, he shuddered. “Don’t fucking tease me.” He spat. Your hands came up to undo his jeans, quickly pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out and you moaned just at the sight of it, pre cum was already leaking out of it all just from kissing you..it made you even more needier for him. Your hand wrapped around his cock and you pushed his hoodie up a bit to expose his dark happy trail.

You kissed your way down his happy trail before pulling back to kiss the tip of his cock. His hold on your head tightened as a reminder to not tease him. You looked up at him, he looked like he was about to snap any minute and just fuck the life out of you. You took the tip into your mouth and slowly pushed all of it in causing him to groan and tilt his head back. You gagged around his length as the tip prodded at the back of your throat. He pushed back before thrusting in again.

He looked back down as he sped up. Your glossy eyes turned him on even more. He wasn’t ashamed of letting out moans. “Takin’ me so well doll..” His voice making you moan around his cock. The vibrations causing his dick to twitch. You brought a hand down to rub at your own clit. Jeff watched as tears rolled down your face from both pleasure and his cock and he fucking loved it. He loved everything about you. Your hair, your eyes, your face, your ass, tits, thighs, the way you talk, the way you walk, your personality, how peaceful you look while sleeping.

Overwhelmed with emotions he groaned out and sped up, his balls slapped against your chin, only adding to his pleasure. He hunched over and pressed you all the way down to the base, his cum leaking out of his cock in warm ropes. He shuddered and laughed, absolutely loving the sensation of your throat contracting around his cock. He only pulled back when your body jolted as you came on your fingers. You catches your breath as you looked up at him.

He dragged you to stand up off the floor. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself, did I?” He asked. “Well no..but-“ you were taken aback when he grabbed the hand you fingered yourself with and licked the cum off of them. He pushed you against the wall one more time as his hand grabbed your face, causing your cheeks to push out and your lips plump up. “I’m far from being done with you.” And before you know it, he was dragging you to his bed.

[phoxey]

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

Chocol x fem!reader

CW: none :) this is purest pure little fluff

AN: at the end cuz i don’t wanna spoil the oneshot

It was a cloudy November day. The Moon was barely to be seen and it was cold in the streets of Seoul.

Yet you were sweating. You stood in a small underground club, panting but grinning as heavy hiphop music blasted out the speakers. It was a smaller dance battle event but the place was crowded. In front of you the orange haired beast that was your girlfriend. But in this dancebattle she was your opponent and you weren’t going to go easy on her.

In her turn she threw every possible impressive move at you. It seemed like she really wanted to win over you. You knew that this battle wouldn’t be finished on this stage, but rather continued later in your bed in the apartment of you two. You had the deal, that whenever you two battled, the winner could control the sexy time in the evening.

Smirking you bit your lip, when she did that ground move of hers. It always made you go crazy over her and she knew it. Your girlfriend was so impressive and with every passing moment you fell in love more and more.

How can a person be so talented? So beautiful? So handsome? So gentle? So rough? So perfectly imperfect? So smart? So foolish?

She was everything at once. The whole package. And the Bonus? She was yours. Yours alone.

At the end of her turn she came to a halt before you and winked at you teasingly. Chuckling you pushed her back, by her waist. To be honest, you just wanted to feel her body in your hands for a moment. The entire day had been so hectic, so this was the first time of the day that you touched her. You felt how deprived you were. Chocol had been out with Haechi and Mini the entire day, doing god knows what.

You had a different style than Chocol, less wavy motions, less floor work. It was a hard hiphop style with krump elements sprinkled into it. And the music was yours, so that would be an easy win, you thought. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the judges nodding approvingly, but your eyes were fixed on your girlfriend. You copied her ending move and finished, standing in front if her and winking cheekily.

Chocols second turn started slowly and she had that smug grin plastered onto her face, she was planning something. You wondered what, because she had already used up all her killer moves.

A record scratch ripped you out if your thought process. Suddenly „Marry you“ by Bruno Mars was playing. Confused you looked over to the DJ, who was just grinning at you. You looked back to your girlfriend, to see if she knew what was going on. What Chocol was dancing, wasn’t a battle dance anymore. It was a Choreography.

She mixed some b-boying into her dance it seemed, as she swirled around on her knees and before you knew it, she was kneeling in front of you and was holding a black box in her hand. The music faded out. Even the crowds chatter died down. Everyone, including you, was holding their breath.

„We have been through endless battles together, on and off stage. For the past ten years you supported me through every storm and every war that i fought, especially the ones against myself. When in doubt you were always there. When we are apart i can think about nothing but the moment i will have you in my arms again. And when we fight, i am not afraid, because i know in the end it is you and me against the problem. You read me like an open book. You always know what to say and do to cheer me up. Though, if i am being honest, your mere existence makes me happy. Seeing you makes me happy. Hearing your sweet voice and laugh makes me happy. Holding and kissing you makes me happy. I want to make you happy as well… for the rest of my life i want to be the reason you smile and feel good. Please let me take care of you for the rest of my life and become my wife?“, she asked and opened the box. A simple but beautiful ring shimmered there.

The hand that had covered your mouth in shock, slowly reached for Chocol as you slowly nodded, as though you were in trance.

„Yes, oh god… yes, please.“, you whispered and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Chocol beamed happily and stood up. You jumped into her arms and quietly sobbed happy tears into her neck. Then she pulled away to slide the ring onto your finger. Gently she peppered your face in kisses.

„I love you.“, you whispered.

„I love you more.“, she whispered back.

Grinning you shook your head and pushed her playfully.

„Who knew you could be so cheesy…“

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AN: This is how i want someone to propose to me... doesn't have to be Chocol. Doesn't have to be one of the SWF girlies... i just need a dancer gf, i suppose, so i can battle against her and have her propose to me.

[flyinghassassin]

Wanda's secret

Summary: You were a police officer and Wanda was a serial killer. She thought you didn't know, but a good investigator knows everything.

Word count: 2200ish

Warnings: violence,dark themes, murder,smut | Minors DNI

Masterlist

2nd part here

After a long day at work,all you wanted was to go home and rest. Sure,being an inspector had its perks: you were highly respected,had more freedom around the Police Department, and preferred access to the coffee maker in the rest zone,but you also had more responsibilities: you had to watch over the new recruits, fill out paperwork, and so on.

So when you finally arrived home, all you wanted to do was eat and rest with your girlfriend, Wanda.

Your face lit up at the thought: Wanda had made chicken paprikash yesterday, and there were still leftovers.

You quickly arrived home and fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door.

"Wanda, honey, I'm home," you said once you entered your house,tossing the keys carelessly in the furniture hall.

You didn't get an answer.

"Wanda, are you here?" You said opening the kitchen door.

The strong corpse smell stenched in your nostrils.

"Oh, Y/N, you're early; what a nice surprise," said Wanda, smiling,blood smearing her face.

On the countertop rested the body of a blonde woman, a little older than Wanda, with several wounds on her body.

"Wanda,what the hell?" You said, moving your hand closer to the holster where your gun was.

"Oh,detka don't worry; it was just that annoying neighbor. What was her name? Margaret? No, that wasn't her name. Maria? No. Martha! That's what her name was. Poor thing," she said. "She didn't see that coming."

Wanda wiped her hands on the kitchen towel.

"It took you a while to figure it out, didn't it?" Wanda laughed darkly.

"You think I didn't know, honey?" You said it with a smile even darker than hers. "I'm the best detective this police department has. You think I wouldn't figure out that my partner is the serial killer who's been killing people who live in my neighborhood for a month?

"What?"

"Honestly, it's cute. My dear girlfriend thought I wouldn't know what she does at night," you said, approaching her. "You're very messy, Wanda. You leave traces that, with a little thinking, could lead me to you."

Wanda's eyes widened.

"Since when did you know?"

"Three weeks or so. I have to admit that at first I didn't think it was you,but your weak alibis,your behavior,coming home so late... led me to think you were the culprit. Now why don't you tell me why you did it, honey? Be a good girl and tell me. I want to hear it from your mouth."

"Uhh," Wanda stammered.

"Hurry up, honey. I don't have all day. I have to clean up the mess you made with Martha. To be honest, I didn't think you would bring a body into our kitchen." you said, pointing to the woman's corpse,which was dripping blood from one of the wounds. "Answer me,dear,why did you kill them?"

"They were too close to you. I couldn't allow it."

"Oh,that's nice. Too jealous? I only have eyes for you, my love." you said grabbing her blood-stained face and kissing her deeply.

Wanda moaned into your mouth and clung her body to yours, her tongue fighting with yours.

You quickly gained dominance and pushed Wanda against the table, starting to kiss her neck, leaving marks.

Wanda tried to grind against you,but she was quickly stopped by your now bloody hands.

"Let's get you cleaned up, honey. You are full of blood," you said, wiping some of the blood from her face with your thumb.

Wanda leaned into your touch,murmuring a soft "okay".

You picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom. You opened the door,pushing it open with your foot, and set Wanda on the floor.

"While I prepare the bathroom, take off your clothes; they are full of blood; I will have to clean them thoroughly to remove all traces of it," you said as you turned on the tap to adjust the temperature.

Wanda nodded and began to undress, leaving her clothes in the corner of the bathroom.

"Do you like what you see?" said Wanda teasingly as she saw your gaze shift to her naked body.

You hummed in appreciation.

"You look better when you're under me,sweetheart."

Wanda blushed slightly,causing a smirk to break out on your face.

"You don't mind killing people,but you blush if I flirt with you? Cute."

"Don't be mean," whined Wanda,crossing her arms.

"It's so easy to tease you," you laughed, bopping her nose.

"Hey!" complained Wanda.

You laughed again and ran your hand under the faucet to test the temperature.

"The bath is ready," you said, getting up. "Go get in the shower; I have to get undressed."

Wanda nodded and stepped into the water,biting her lip as she watched you undress,until she frowned as she saw a bruise on your back.

"Detka,what happened to you there?" said Wanda,looking at the bruise on your back.

"That jerk of Hayward We had joint training with S.W.O.R.D. today." You should be proud to train alongside this great organization. "Asshole," you said, clenching your fists. "They threw me into the ring, and I had to fight one of their pawns. I was beating him, but Hayward decided it couldn't be that way, so he grabbed my foot to make me fall, and I hit one of the corners of the ring."

"And what happened next?" asked Wanda.

"What was going to happen, my love? He's the director of S.W.O.R.D.; if I file a complaint or talk to him, he'll have my head or have me sent to the worst possible department.

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, you won't, Wanda," you said, stepping into the tub and placing yourself behind her, so you could run your hand over her hip. "Things are tense in the department. If you do anything with that asshole, they'll start investigating and end up finding you out,and I can't let that happen."

Wanda grumbled and leaned back against your chest,enjoying the warmth of your body.

You grabbed the bottle of gel with your hands and began to spread it over her body,removing the traces of blood from her arms and hands.

"Use your powers to take the shower head, my love."

"Come again?"

"Your powers, Wanda. I know you have them. You used them to get creative in the killings."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a very good investigator; I've told you that. I'm a little disappointed that you kept that from me too, love; we'll have to talk about this later. Maybe I should discipline you."

Wanda moaned softly, but she did as you asked,and with her powers, she brought the shower head closer.

"Turn on the faucet so I can wash your head."

Wanda nodded,and with a flick of her wrist,water began to gush,wetting her hair as you rubbed it,causing it to grow lather.

When you finished soaping her, Wanda turned the shower head back on to wash her hair while you cleaned your body.

Wanda sighed contentedly and leaned back against your chest.

A smirk crossed your face.

Your fingers began to trace the skin of her thighs,down to her knee, and up inside her thighs.

"Detka, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice faltering.

"Me? I don't do anything, honey," you replied, kissing her neck and leaving marks. "I'm just helping you clean yourself."

Wanda whined and bucked her hips.

"Be still," you said, grabbing her hip with one hand while the other went up and down her leg. "I remind you that after all the secrets you've kept from me, I'm going to have to discipline you. I don't think you want the punishment to be any worse,do you?" You added,sucking on her earlobe gently.

Wanda groaned and shook her head.

"That's no good to me. Tell me with words."

"N-N-No, I'm sorry," said Wanda, moaning.

"Good girl," you said, moving your fingers where she needed you most.

"Please,do something," moaned Wanda.

"Now you're bossing me around, Wanda," you tsked. "That's not what I want, is it?" You said that, running your fingers over her crotch.

"I'm sorry, please do something; I'll be good," begged Wanda.

"That's what I like to hear," you praised.

Your fingers quickly moved to her center, pressing lightly on her clitoris, making her moan and move her hips toward your fingers, seeking some friction.

"But there's a big problem, Wanda," you said, leaving hickeys on her neck.

"W-What's wrong?"

"You lied to me. Good girls don't do that, right?" you replied,pulling your fingers away.

"P-Please."

"Your charms aren't going to work this time." You said, taking your fingers stained with her slick into her mouth. "Clean them up."

Wanda nodded and cleaned your fingers with her tongue skillfully,leaving them clean.

"Let's get out of the tub,sweetheart. Tomorrow, we'll talk about this. I'll take care of the body; you go to sleep," you said, getting out of the tub and giving Wanda your hand to help her.

You kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen to get some gloves,and after getting rid of the corpse and cleaning the blood off Wanda's and your clothes,you got into bed,hugging Wanda.

"Good night, love."

"Good night, detka."

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You were awakened by someone moving your body from side to side.

You groaned and opened your eyes, finding Wanda sitting on your stomach.

"Wanda, it's 3 in the morning; what's wrong?"

"I have a present for you; I think you'd like to see it."

"Okay,give me two minutes," you said, sitting up in bed and streching your arms.

You put on your sneakers and followed Wanda, who took you to the basement.

"Behind that door is your present, detka".

You nodded and opened the door.

What you found made a dark smirk cross your face.

In a chair,bound and bruised,with a blindfold on his eyes, was Hayward.

"Do you like the gift?"

"It's a very nice gift,honey,but I told you it wasn't very safe for you to go for it."

"Don't worry,I used my powers and fooled everyone. To the people who were in the department with Hayward, it'll look like he went on a trip."

"Good plan, love. Time to have a little fun with him, don't you think?"

Wanda nodded enthusiastically, a dark smile marking her face.

You walked over to him and pulled down his blindfold.

"Hello,Hayward."

"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?" Untie me! This bitch has me tied up; you've gotta do something!"

His face contorted in pain as you punched him hard in the nose.

"Don't you dare talk about my girlfriend like that, asshole," you said, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and punching him again.

"W-what?"

"Poor Hayward,he's dumber than I thought," Wanda said, laughing.

"Indeed, he is," you replied. "You want to have some fun with love? I've to get some things ready."

Wanda nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek, approaching Haywood with a menacing smile.

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You returned to the basement after a quarter of an hour,with your gun in your holster and wiggling a kitchen knife with your fingers.

In the chair was Hayward,whimpering and with several cuts and bruises adorning his face.

"You're here, love!" Wanda was looking up at you,her face streaked with blood.

You hummed in agreement.

"I had to grab a couple of things."

"Don't worry, he's still alive, so you'll have your fun."

You smiled and walked over to him,leaving your gun on a tray with other tools but keeping the knife with you.

"Please, Y/N, don't do this," whimpered Hayward.

"You're not in a position to command right now," you said, tracing the edge of the knife across his face,causing blood to spurt from a new wound.

Hayward whimpered again, begging you to let him go.

"You know Hayward? Cheating in the fight wasn't very nice. I could have ended up seriously injured. It doesn't sound like much fun to me, does it?"

"Please," Hayward pleaded again.

"Let me show you how it could have ended," you said, sticking the knife in his back and turning it around, right where you had your bruise.

Hayward screamed in pain,so you quickly removed the knife from his back and pressed it against his throat,causing blood to start dripping.

"Scream again, and I'll slit your throat."

Hayward nodded in fear and closed his mouth.

You walked over to the table where you had left your gun and picked it up,leaving the knife in its place.

"Wanda, honey,have you ever killed anyone with a gun?"

Wanda shook her head,walking over to you.

"Well, today will be your first time," you said, grabbing her with your hand and pulling her closer to Haywood.

Haywood's face filled with fear, and he began to whimper.

Wanda stood in front of him, and you stood behind her, handing her the gun and placing your hand on top of hers.

"Now you put your finger on the trigger" you said,bringing her hand to the trigger and placing your forefinger next to hers "And you shoot".

Haywood's pleas ceased as a shot went through his head.

"Good girl," you praised

Wanda smiled in response and turned to kiss you,putting the gun down.

"Use your powers to dispose of the body, honey," you said between kisses. "Send it to a garbage disposal or some active volcano,where they can't find it."

Wanda,with a flick of her wrist, made the body disappear and looked at you with a deranged smile on her face.

"I didn't know this side of you,Y/N."

"Oh,honey,there are a lot of things about me you don't know,and I plan to show you all of them."

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - Serial Designation N, killer, spaceship pilot, and hairdresser?!

(takes place between Promening and Cabin Fever)

Uzi had gotten home from school, her Dad was out doing some 'dumb doors shit' so she messaged N to come over so they could watch anime while plotting what their next step was to figure out what was going on with Doll. There was a knock at the door of the Doorman residence, to which Uzi went out to check what it was.

On the doorstep, there was a box addressed to Uzi.

"Aw hell yeah!" Uzi cackled as she picked the box up with her solver and carried it in. She ripped the box open and excitedly exclaimed, "YES! Finally! My spare wig is here!" she forgot to relock the front door as she ran to go try it on. Uzi went to the bathroom, took off her toque, unclipped her normal wig and popped it off before she put on the new one, except.... there was a problem.

"FUCKSAKES!" Uzi cursed as she looked at her new wig. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and groaned in annoyance, "They sent the longer style one!" She stormed out of the bathroom and went over to the knife rack but was stopped by a friendly bubbly voice of the only boy she liked.

"Heya Uzi! Did you do something different with your hair?"

Uzi jumped slightly as she heard this, turning to see it was N. "Robo Jesus, N! Don't sneak up on me like that." She crossed her arms and scolded with a slight blush on her LED screen, "And it's not like I like it..." she scolded, "They sent the wrong one."

N studied Uzi's tritone wig and the knife she held. "You were going to cut it yourself with a knife, right?" he assessed with a slight laugh.

"Yeah and?" she remarked bluntly as she twirled the knife, trying to be cool.

N suggested as he laughed sheepishly, "How were you going to cut the back without butchering it?"

Uzi paused. How was she going to cut the back. N laughed a little, "I have weird dreams sometimes about me as a butler and sometimes there's a girl who asks the exact same thing." He flexed out his disassembly claws from his left hand and trilled, "I could cut it for you, Uze! I don't mind, I like doing anything!"

The purple haired worker drone sighed, "Okay, but if you wreck it, you have to buy me a new one." She lead him back to her room where she sat at her gamer chair on top of a phone book to give extra height. She swung her legs slightly as N came up behind her.

The only boy disassembly drone asked playfully, "What kind of look were we going for, Zi? Did you want it more or less the same as your normal one?"

Uzi thought a little before showing N by holding a section with her fingers, "I want the front kind of the same, the back maybe an inch longer but I don't want it blunt cut at all."

N giggled, "I can do that!" and he took a section of striped hair from the front with his more worker-drone like hand. He pinched the section lightly while holding it just past Uzi's shoulders and asked, "Here good?" Uzi shook her head slightly before suggesting, "Maybe leave this chunk a little longer, I like the stripes."

N ran one of his knife claws in a diagonal cut along the section of hair, sending a chunk of glossy synthetic tresses floating to the floor. "Hey! It's looking better already!" he exclaimed in joy before showing Uzi the next section by holding it over her shoulder, "This good for the back?"

"Go for it, N!" the gothy worker drone invited as she sat back and relaxed, this was way more fun than she thought it would be. She looked at the reflection from the dark computer screen in front of her, seeing N cheerfully running his claws over the length of the wig.

N cheerfully and diligently worked his way to the back, his tail swishing joyfully, he hummed a happy tune to himself as he made pretty purple synthetic strands fall like the snow outside.

"Hey N, how's things turning out back there?" Uzi queried, slightly swinging her legs back and forth happily.

"Your new wig is coming along great, Uzi!" N trilled as he clipped away the strands hanging near Uzi's upper back.

The gothy worker drone was feeling kind of cheerful, which was unusual for her but she admitted happily, "Cool! Hey, thanks for, like, doing this for me, N!" She was actually enjoying being pampered like this.

"It's no prob, Uze!" N giggled as he ruffled her hair a little before checking the layers to make sure they were choppy but stylish, "I like doing anything!" N kept working away while still having fun doing a task that was way out of his normal work. He teased Uzi, "You're going to look so pretty when this is all done."

"Nuh Uh!" Uzi insisted back in an equally teasing tone, "I'm gonna look cool and edgy! I'm not pretty."

N spun the chair so Uzi was facing him. He held the long bangs that were covering one of her eyes and lifted them away from her face. "Who said you can't be pretty and cool and edgy?" N asked as he cut Uzi's bangs diagonally to make them still keep their emo shape while allowing his purple eyed friend to be able to see. He tilted her chin up slightly with his right hand.

Uzi blushed in surprise at him doing this, she looked away shyly.

N ran his claws over the last section of hair that needed to be cut and then he retracted his claws, as he said, "Sorry, just needed to see how it hangs on that angle to get it juuuuust right," he let go of Uzi and went to find a handheld mirror.

Uzi covered her problematic eye with her bangs as N brought her a mirror and took a look at her new haircut. "Whoa!" Uzi laughed in surprise as she looked back and forth a little, fluffing up the choppy layers with her hands, "This looks fucking sick! I love it, N!"

N's tail wagged happily, he giggled as he put the mirror back and went to find a broom, "It's like I always say, I like doing anything." He glanced back to Uzi before he exited the room, "Especially if it means I get to spend time with you." he skipped out of Uzi's room.

Uzi put her hand over her chest and smiled, was he always this sweet? Maybe, or... no, they weren't dating, were they? No, this was just a platonic makeover... right? Uzi got off her gaming chair and started picking up the chunks of hair on her floor and putting them in the garbage pail under her desk.

The tall disassembly drone boy came back in and looked to see Uzi cleaning up. "I got it," he insisted as he picked Uzi up and sat her on her bed before she could respond. He took the broom and swept up the rest of the polyester-nylon blend strands

Uzi had a lot on her mind, everything that happened at prom, but also now these weird feelings for N. She pushed back the soft warm fuzzy feelings though and asked, "So, N... do you have any thoughts on what the next step is to figure out everything with the solver and Doll and what's going on with you and V?"

N shrugged as he put the sweepings in the trash can, his tail wagging softly as he suggested, "Whatever it is, we will figure it out together!"

The End

[atarathegreat]

HELLO :DDD! (If reqs are open) Can I request like, basically any characters you want somehow-someway on some Takemichi type shi, going to the past and seeing their s/o but as a child(like, 8 or or 7). I feel like it’d be a fun concept to experiment with, especially with Koko

(Also, if you take anons, can I be 🍀 anon or 🪄 anon if it’s taken?)

🍀Anon it is! I love it! I've been thinking about how to do this and I hope I've finally got it.

ft: Kokonoi Hajime I couldn't think of any others at the moment that I could spin to make it sound good :p

Being married to a man who seemed overly concerned about how much money he could earn was less than ideal, made worse by the fact that he avoided telling you what he did for a living. Curiosity ate away at you like termites every day. How could you live so freely without a job, and yet Kokonoi still kept you both in a penthouse with a beautiful view? Regardless of your arguments, he'd never tell you and promises to never drop the subject. There were just some things that needed to stay in the dark. Like his tattoo that you always ran your finger over and how he always afforded the silky sheets he kept you embedded in when you thought you were getting the upper hand.

No, he wouldn't let you find out that he was a killer, that he was a dangerous man. Kokonoi dreaded that you could look at him with hatred and disgust. So he keeps it hidden. At least, he thought he could. You were inquisitive, nosey even, and you always found out what he was trying to hide. You were searching again. For what, you weren't quite sure anymore. It started by looking for an old game you were sure you had, then for a stack of towels that you left on the couch, and now you were on top of the fridge, searching in the little cubby cabinets. A small scooch this way, and a bit of a shift that way caused you to fall from the fridge. It was an awful fall, and you slammed your head on the ground pretty hard. "What the hell..." Pain throbbed in the back of your skull as if someone were knocking on a heavy door and hoping to be heard across the road.

A nice breeze ruffled your shirt, your elbow popping slightly as you sat up and looked around. There was no mistaking the huge school building in front of you, or the students around you. You had just been on top of your fridge, hadn't you? Unless you fell and had a whole unconscious episode of your life and marriage.

"Y/n? You alright? How did you fall?" Chiyoko, an old friend of yours, was hanging over you. Her dark, purposefully fluffy hair with thin curtain bangs swung slowly over your head. Chiyoko had always been pretty, even to other girls in the school, but you couldn't help but laugh at her. "That hairstyle is so 2003." Softly grunting as you stood revealed your old school uniform. Shorter, paler, cotton clothes instead of the expensive things Koko had bought you earlier in the month...

"Maybe because it is 2003, asshole." There was no mistaking the annoyance in your friends voice as she slapped your head, "And you have the same style."

That couldn't be right, you had just celebrated Koko turning thirty! She handed you your school bag and you rifled through for your phone. Everything was old, outdated but new for the time. Maybe you were losing your mind. There was no way in hell that you had gone back in time!

"I, uhm..." Students filed past you as you tried to make sense of everything, "I need to go find someone..."

Kokonoi told you once that in his teen years he skipped school often and hung out at some sketchy places. It took all day and a few close encounters with some less than savory groups before you arrived at the last spot. It was the last known location he'd ever told you about. Warehouses bunched together as they held nothing but empty air and gang fights. In the future they would become a fresh food market that you visited often to make Koko's favorite dessert. Right now they were dark and creepy and made you scared for the first time as you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder.

"Now why would a little thing like yourself be searching for a Black Dragons member?" A deep voice accompanied the firm hand on your bag strap. Tall, that's all you noticed as you craned your neck to see who was behind you. Tall, angry looking, and definitely a dangerous teenager. "I'm just looking for Kokonoi Hajime..." The kids eyes widened as you spoke, as if he couldn't believe you had the audacity to speak up and say what you were doing.

"And what do you need me for?" The familiar I'm better than you drawl of your future husband broke through the silence. Kokonoi looked so different. Black hair instead of white, the same lines shaved into the side of his hair. During your marriage, since you hardly had time to see each other, he would allow you to fix his hair and have at least that little bit of time together. Kokonoi looked cute in his younger years, as opposed to the intimidating and handsome way he looked in the future. "I..." And it finally dawned on you that you hadn't even met Koko until 2006, "Uhm...I don't know..."

"Then you should leave." His kind smile hid the malicious intent he always had. As soon as Koko's hand touched your elbow you jerked upwards.

It was dark out, all the lights in the house on as Koko's private doctor crouched next to you. There was no more pain in your head, despite the heavy fall and the bruises on your arms from possibly hitting more than one thing on the way down. "Are you alright, darling?" Kokonoi was leaning against the counter, gun trained on the doctor, "He can't leave until you are."

[fuckingsimpthatswho]

One Piece incorrect Quotes

part 2 because they are funny

Sanji: Wait, hold up, why you draw yourself like that? Usopp: Uh, like what? Sanji: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Usopp: Uh, this is what I look like. Sanji:

Usopp: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Sanji: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Zoro: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Usopp: Okay, arms and hat. draws them Luffy: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Usopp: You can't just take Zoro's hat idea, Luffy! He thought it up all by himself like a good person! Come up with your own thing! Luffy: BUT I WANNA LOOK COOL! Nami: Put Luffy on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Luffy: NO!! Usopp: Tricycle, done. draws it Brook, want anything? Nami, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: A blaster?! No, that's not really our style, Brook. Brook, making finger guns: Pew pew. Usopp: You know what, okay. draws it But it's just for holding, not for shooting.

Brook: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Franky: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Robin: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Zoro: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Nami: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Sanji: Mental stability, my old friend! Brook: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Franky: From now on we will be using code names. Franky: You can address me as Eagle One. Franky: Chopper is “been there done that”. Franky: Robin is “currently doing that”. Franky: Brook is “it happened once in a dream”. Franky: Nami is “if I had to pick a gal”. Franky: And Usopp is.. Franky: Eagle Two Usopp: Oh thank god.

Luffy, watching Zoro and Sanji from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE-

Usopp, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Nami: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Nami: Here you go. Usopp: Nami: Sanji: Why am I here?

Chopper: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Usopp: Usopp: I'm gonna tell them. Nami: Don't you dare.

Nami: We’re going to a candy store?! Usopp: No! It’s nighttime, candy stores are closed. Chopper: We’re gonna ROB a candy store?!?! Usopp, sighing: No-

Chopper: How do I ask someone out? Nami: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Chopper: No! Usopp: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Chopper: Stop! Robin: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Chopper: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

Chopper: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Nami? Nami: Usopp, easily. Usopp, laughing: What the fuck, man. Nami: Well, Sanji would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Sanji, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Chopper: Today at 7 am, Robin poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Nami: I watched Robin brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Usopp: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Franky: Know why I called you in here? Robin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Franky: Stops pouring two glasses of wine. Accidentally?

Sanji: Stops making lunch an stand there confused

Franky: What are you in the mood for? Robin: World domination. Franky: That's a bit ambitious. Robin: You are my world. Franky: Aww… Robin: Franky: Robin: Franky: OH.

[fandomwritingbit]

I don't know about you, but tests and all that scary stuff is coming around for me next week, and all year I've been having horrible little thoughts about William lately.

So get this, lets say you actually study for that type of stuff (i know i don't) and you just can't get the information to stick in your head!

✨Magically!✨ You or Will, idrc comes up with the bright idea on how to get it to stick in your head by sitting on his dick and reading or going over whatever you've gotta remember

i might've read this somewhere butttttt, i'm a needy little whore at 1 am lets goooo

Before I forget, I love your fics and I have never submitted one before so...! As usual, drink your water, eat some food, and remember to get rest! unlike some of us Lastly, don't forget to sexualize your favorite old man/woman/other

Hi, thanks for the request, this one was an absolute joy to recieve, I love all your little asides lol. Please feel free to send others!

Exams season is a killer and I really hope you get what you want out of it, just remember that tests and numbers and shit don't define you as a person Xx

That being said, whilst this may not be the most optimal way to study, its certainly the most enjoyable...

william afton x (gn)reader

A/N- Reader's between 18 and early 20s. William is a neighbour, for my plot convenience lmao.

You're sitting at the kitchen table to do some studying today, rather than barricaded in your room as usual. You'd read something online about a change of scenery being good for remembering stuff and because your parents were out it seemed a good opportunity.

With each passing minute, you dawned to the conclusion that that post was bollocks because it wasn't working.

You had your laptop open in front of you, surrounded by a frankly obnoxious amount of papers, trying to wrap your head around content for an exam tomorrow. But each time you wrote a line it was like your mind was rubbed blank, Men in Black style. It was so frustrating, and you knew you should have done it earlier but, good god, why was it so hard to remember anything?

So engrossed in feeling inadequate, you flip the laptop shut angrily, tilting your head back so it touched the chair in anguish. Defeated. It was as you did this that you clocked a figure in the kitchen doorway, making your body jerk up-right and turn round in one fluid moment.

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"Mr Afton, how long hav- what are you doing here?" you blurt out, quick to try and compose yourself, you weren't physically or mentally ready for guests, especially ones you'd been casually hooking up with since you moved back home.

"Just dropping this off for your dad. I didn't want to interrupt cos you seem to be... trying not to cry?" 

He laughed as he said the last part, moving over towards you and helping himself to a chair. Pushing all your papers to the side without asking. "What's wrong then, been missing me?"

Usually you'd laugh at that but you just shrug at him, half angry at his expression and half at your situation. "You know, I could fucking cry." You do manage a laugh, but its shaky, "Because I'm going to fucking fail this fucking exam because I can't drill any of this shit through my fucking thick fucking skull." You rattle off quickly, each use of 'fucking' harsher than the last.

...

You hadn't really meant to let any of that out. But frustration had taken hold a bit too strongly there.

Afton just stared at you for a few seconds, his lips pressed into a hard line and you could tell he was trying not to laugh at you. You were a bit unsure how you'd react if he did.

After a few moments of silence you place your forehead in your hands and mutter 'sorry'.

"You're alright. Though you shouldn't be studying whilst you're upset, no wonder nothings going in."

"...If you tell me to calm down, I'll lose it." you say, head still in hands, laughing a bit at how much this was bothering you, it was an exam, a booklet of paper, what kind of melt would be this upset. Literally everyone else, you suppose. You take a deep breath.

"Right. Uh when's the test?" he asks you, half looking at a sheet of notes, his interest quickly peaked.

You laugh shortly. "9am."

"Then you've got... What, 20 hours? You've got time to calm down and revise." He put his hand on your shoulder, "You, sweetheart, need to relax."

You swat his hand away, laughing at his cockiness you could tell where this was going, "That's why you came over then? Heard dad's car door shut and your shoes were half-on I'll bet?"

He flashed you a smarmy grin, "You're not far wrong." You shake your head, messing about with this prick was the last thing you should be doing, but the first thing you needed.

"You know, if this type of revision isn't working for you... I heard that associating information with a sense can help you remember things."

You could hardly believe him, seeing you upset and still vying for what he came for. A risky move, Really. You suppose it took cojones, could have made you want to grab a hold of his, or squash them under your shoe.

"Oh yeah?" you ask sarcastically, "What are you suggesting?"

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You're not sure how long it took for fresh marks to appear on your neck and your pants to be around your ankles, but you quickly find yourself sitting on his lap and letting his cock slip inside you.

As familiar as the low grunt from behind your ear was becoming, the feeling of him stretching you open always surprised you.

You raise your hips up and press back down again, moaning slightly, he let you slowly ride him for a few moments before, just as your rhythm increased, he grabbed your hips.

"Easy," his voice was thick, brushing against your neck, "You're supposed to be fucking studying."

You groan your protest, a hair away from booing him. "What is it you study again?" His question makes you laugh and you lean back against him with your back arching, causing him to grunt. He gripped your hips harder now forcing you still.

"Fuck 's sake. History."

He hummed in your ear, thinking for a minute, whilst your body throbbed around him desperate for some kind of stimulation. "And what's this on?" He could tell you were aching for something so he pushed you forwards, dragging you back, the angle allowing him to press so fucking deep.

"Come on, sweetheart."

"Civil war. Spanish."

Your gruff answer mirrored his growing frustrations.

"And uh... I don't- who won that?" The fact he couldn't move inside your tight hole was making him white-knuckled with restraint.

"-Nationalists."

With your one word answer that was enough studying for the both of you. He started to move your hips along him, letting your eager pace take over.

You knew that you were going to be up all night doing this now, but you didn't really mind.

[scoutsbabygirl]

the butcher of badwater; (yandere) sniper x reader [part 2]

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/scoutsbabygirl/751123357519560704/the-butcher-of-badwater-yandere-sniper-x-reader?source=share

"why the hell did you do that!?"

cautiously, on your hands and feet flat on the ground you backed up, lifting your ass off the ground. you always knew something was wrong with him (honestly, you brushed it off the isolation, loneliness of being adopted to even speculating he had some degree of autism) but this was something you could never imagine him doing. well, he was a killer but you didn't think he would kill his coworkers. rabbits, deer and other creatures around didn't count either as you knew he was an outdoorsy type of man and hunting game was his specialty.

"i don't like the way he looks at you." he stood up without warning and sharply turned his front to you. you only saw his back before. his face and aviators were covered in blood, his entire front look like he bought the clothes a crimson red and not a baby blue colour. "i don't like the way he talks to you" he eyebrows narrowed indicating he was concentration. you could see jeremy's body just behind him but you didn't dare to look. "i don't like how he tries to flirt with you." he scratched the back of his head with his right hand. he was acting like nothing out of the ordinary just occurred and more importantly that a body was laid close enough that he could bend down and touch his lifeless skin. "so i figured he'll learn from his mistakes".

there was an uncomfortable silence that washed over you. you were stunned, speechless.

blindly, he threw the bloody and bent kurki to the side. it hit a rock as the clang rang out into the air. you cringed at the loud noise. he was weaponless, at least. you were grateful for that. he walked a bit to get closer to you then crouching down to meet your eye level despite being a few inches taller than you. it felt weirdly intimate- not in a sexual way but one that may have provided you comfort if given much different circumstances.

"he never caused me any problems though?" you spoke quietly, your voice was breathy and sounded like you had just run a mile long marathon without any breaks nor water. "we were just friends?" your eyes wandered from his face, to his stubble covered chin to the grey rocks behind him realizing you had just used the past tense to describe one of your best friends.

he removed his sunglasses with both of his hands. "see, the question in your voice is what worries me." pausing, he attempted removed the blood and other innards from his glasses with his blue sleeve. "i don't think you would dare to betray me." there was hick in his voice. he looked down at you with a straight face, he was challenging you. he knew this scared you. he knew he scared you. normally, he would hate feeling this way but the anger overtook him. he wasn't that friendly bloke that talked a bit too much about the surrounding floral and fauna and starting campfires with sticks and mirrors but rather a cold blooder butcher. "i think he would try to sway you away from me, whether it be by early morning jogs or stargazing with him outside at night. i've seen it all."

your jaw went slack. in disbelief. you had an inkling that he was romantically interested in you but not to this extent he was acting obsessed. sure, jeremy would try his cheesy pickup lines that resulted in the both of you going quiet then laughing or the mindless hand touches but there wasn't anything direct. you thought of him like the brother you never had growing up as a little kid.

"why does this all matter to you, mick?" your eyebrows furrowed. you had so many questions but you didn't want to tick him off even more and cause harm to yourself.

"are you fucking re-" he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, catching his words. "jesus christ" he mumbled under his breath. he looked down at his midwestern styles shoes and your dusty white sneakers his eyes bouncing back and forth. "listen- i'm gonna stand up and walk to my van. i'm then going to grab my white washrag and douse it in chloroform. i'm then going to track you down and knock you out with it then drag you back to my van. i'm tired of worrying about these other fuckers taking you away, so i'm taking you away from them."

"what?" you blurted as your heartbeat speed up after every word in a struggle to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say. you watched as his left hand reached from something in his khaki pants, slowly taking out a swiss pocket knife. he flicked the pocket knife out of the red covering. mick studied the silver knife glimmering off the sunrays. you looked at the knife and looked back at him, unsure what to focus on. they were both weapons to some extent and that thought left you on the edge and anxious.

without speaking his whipped the small knife up to your jugular vein protruding out of your neck. you knew that if you moved it would tear open the skin and you would bleed out right there on the ground.

you repeated "okay" over and over again half trying to ground yourself and half in an attempt to convince him to remove the knife from touching your delicate skin. you knew he had the power to cut through you like a hot knife in butter. he laid the flat part of the knife on your neck which caused a shiver to travel up your spine leaving you to shake lightly for half a second.

"listen to me", his mouth was against your ear. "i want you to listen to everything i have to say", his voice was dark and gravelly which reminded you of how sandpaper sounds when rubbing the material against each other. "i have the knife against your throat and i want you to follow me to my van." the hairs on your neck stood up. "i don't wanna use it on you and i don't wanna waste my chloroform." he sat on his haunches with both of his legs on either side of your torso. this didn't allow you to run away nor escape.

you knew right then you had to follow all of his orders and instructions otherwise you knew you wouldn't make it out alive.

[megalony]

A Touch of Blue

This is a new Jonah Hauer-King imagine requested by the lovely @anonyymoouussssss I hope you like it. Feedback, comments and requests are always amazing.

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Summary: Jonah is in love with (Y/n), he’s infatuated with her, but she has a boyfriend. But Jonah is tired of waiting and when something happens, he won’t stand around and wait any longer.

Enjoy.

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Gripping her drink tighter in her hand until her nails almost punctured through the glass, (Y/n) took a trembling gulp and felt the alcohol burn down the back of her throat. Her mind was screaming for her to look down at the glass in her hand or stare at her white plimsol shoes or even over at the food on the buffet table in the corner.

But her eyes wouldn't look anywhere but at the person walking down the corridor towards her.

He looked good. He was wearing a dark maroon button up shirt with the first three buttons undone, giving a good view of his smooth chest. His black trousers were high above his hips making his legs look impossibly longer and his hands were tucked deep into the pockets. He was wearing a black blazer style jacket even though it was boiling in this house and (Y/n) wondered if she ran her fingers over the jacket, if it would feel like smooth velvet or cold leather.

She liked his hair when it was short and curly like that. Even though it was shorter than it had been in the past, he always tangled his fingers in the front curls when he got nervous.

(Y/n) knew Jonah was going to be here but seeing him looking like that with such a sweet yet shy, nervous smile made her stomach turn in knots that tangled all the way up to her throat.

Why was he making a beeline towards her?

Things weren't great between them and him being close to her was only going to make everything worse.

The last time (Y/n) had seen Jonah, he told her he wanted to be with her and kissed her. She could still hear his words being whispered against her ear and the feeling of his lips smothering her burning neck before devouring her lips for the first time.

'You should be with me, I've fallen hard, (Y/n). And I know you feel the same about me. Leave him.'

It wasn't that (Y/n) didn't feel the same way about Jonah because she did, every fibre in her body was drawn to him and her mind was screaming out for him to kiss her again. She wanted to feel those lips on hers and his arms wrapped around her like a blanket.

But (Y/n) was already in a relationship.

Breaking up with Lee was a big step, a big decision to make and it came with a lot of trouble (Y/n) didn't want to deal with. Sometimes she wished she could cut ties with people and have everything sort itself out overnight so she didn't have to worry. She didn't want to worry about moving out or him moving out since they lived together and she didn't wnt to think about having to change their bills around or tell everyone or the process of moving out and everything changing. She wanted to cut ties and be done.

(Y/n) downed the last little dreg in her glass, feeling the vodka burn against the back of her throat but it didn't stop her thoughts from screaming so loudly she almost winced.

Jonah smiled that devastating smile where his teeth flashed for a few seconds and his eyes creased and almost closed and a silent laugh left his parted lips. His shoulder bumped into Liam's who he walked in with but he advanced towards (Y/n) who leaned back against the counter behind her, barely breathing when he kept getting closer and closer.

He towered over (Y/n) when he finally stopped less than a milimeter apart from her so their chests were touching and his thighs were brushing hers, his long legs resting between (Y/n)'s parted thighs. He tilted his chin down towards his chest to look upon her but his smile made her legs go weak.

Why was he standing this close? Why was he looking down at her like that? Why did his grin make her blood rush to her feet instead of her head?

"Hey," His voice was quiet, so quiet that (Y/n) couldn't hear him over the music blasting through the speakers and the commotion of everyone flooding in and out of the kitchen for drinks and food.

"Hi... you look good." What was she doing?

"Thanks, you look lovely." Jonah leaned impossibly closer until (Y/n) could feel his breaths against her hair and when he stretched his arm out, she thought for a moment he was going to touch her. The thought excited her until he reached behind her and she realised he was getting a drink. Both his arms encased around her, keeping her so close she was breathing against his exposed chest as he skillfully poured a drink behind her back.

For a brief second, Jonah was sure he felt (Y/n)'s lips against his skin, barely there but barely apart. He pulled back before he had the chance to figure out if she had kissed his skin or not, he didn't want the answer to his silent question. He wanted to revel in the possibility that she might just have kissed him willingly like that.

"Are you wearing that for me? You know it's my favourite colour."

(Y/n) could feel his lips against her ear before he took half a step back, still so close that their legs were touching but far away enough that she could breathe without heating up his chest.

Her eyes darted down to overlook what she had finally agreed on wearing tonight. It was a short navy blue dress with crinkles in the skirt that stopped above the knees and had a low V-neck shape that cut right down to her cleavage and it barely hung on her shoulders with thin spaghetti straps.

She would never admit it, but she knew this was Jonah's colour. She knew this dress would appeal to his darker side and she knew he would levitate towards her regardless of what she chose to wear tonight.

"Jonah..."

"I like it when you say my name."

He was winding her up. Teasing her, toying with her, showing her what she could have, what she desperately wanted if only she would take a leap of faith and be with him.

"Jonah please, if Lee sees us," (Y/n) didn't know what to say because anything she said would rile up Jonah's very patient, almost non-existent temper and what she really wanted to say would make him blow a fuse. Her boyfriend was here somewhere, the last (Y/n) had seen him she had left him in the living room laughing with some friends.

Lee didn't like Jonah, not even from the first time they met and it was mutual. Jonah had tried, he had tried to extend an olive branch and be kind for (Y/n)'s sake. He barely knew (Y/n) in the beginning, she was a friend of a friend and they met at a party just like this, but Jonah fell for her quickly, too quickly for his own liking.

Everything about her was intoxicating, her laugh, her gorgeous smile, her caring nature, even her dancing which she was increadibly shy about. Everything just drew Jonah in to the point that he didn't care if he caused her to cheat. He would never dream of cheating or causing someone to have an affair, but (Y/n) made him change his ideas, morals and the rules he lived by.

He wanted her, every part of her and he couldn't stop being around her even if he wanted to.

It had been over a month since he'd kissed her and all he got since then was short but sweet texts and maybe two or three phone calls. They had both been busy, but Jonah wondered if Lee had something to do with why (Y/n) hadn't seen him or even met up for their usual coffee every two weeks.

Jonah was done being patient. He was done being kind and waiting for (Y/n) to tell him what was wrong or why she wouldn't see him and he was done being passive. He didn't care if Lee was right behind him, he was going to be as close to her as he wanted because he loved her and he knew (Y/n) felt something for him. No one was going to get in his way when he had been yearning for her touch for over a year and this past month without her had been physically killing him.

"What, what will he do? We're not doing anything wrong, not yet, anyway."

The way Jonah smiled was different than it had been when he turned up moments ago. His smile wasn't shy and passive and as sweet as sugar, it was crinkled like wrapping paper, curved up at one side and almost crooked. It was the smile of someone who was waiting for trouble to arise, someone who was done waiting around. Caution had well and truly been thrown to the wind as far as Jonah was concerned.

He took a large gulp of his drink, raising his brow when (Y/n) didn't say anything but didn't break their eye contact either.

No one around them seemed to be paying any attention. No one smiled or winked or got close or pointed at how close they were, maybe no one could tell that it was (Y/n) hiding beneath Jonah's tall stature. Maybe they didn't know what was happening between them.

"Why have you starved me? I haven't seen you in weeks, is that because of him?"

A shiver bolted down (Y/n)'s spine when Jonah whispered in that raw, crackled voice that rubbed her up just the right way. His words tickled the shell of her ear but when he leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck that were still coated in the whiskey he just drank, she almost buckled.

His teeth nipped at her neck delicately, playfully, begging to take a bite like she was his personal forbidden fruit he could look at but couldn't touch. He was too tempted.

"He doesn't like you being around me." (Y/n) could of cried just admitting that to him because it made her even more tempted to cry and spill all her other sordid little secrets. But she couldn't. A tear trailed down the side of her nose when Jonah's lips parted from her skin leaving her hollow and lonely.

"What is that?"

(Y/n) gripped the counter behind her, unable to stop a squeak from leaving her lips and she didn't know why.

Jonah's voice had changed again and she didn't like it. He sounded infuriated, horribly unsettled, he sounded dark. His words were nothing but a growl and when he threw his glass down on the counter (Y/n) shrunk in on herself before his hands clamped down on her hips to prevent her from running away. As if she had the strength in her legs to leave him right now.

"What?" She didn't know what had suddenly caught his attention but it made her want to cry even more and her eyes were welling up with tears at the mere sight of Jonah's distressed face.

His eyes were dark, his brows were furrowed and his lips were pressed together so tightly he was getting worry lines around his nose and chin.

Feeling breathless and close to fainting, (Y/n) tried to follow his gaze that was no longer locked on her face. Her eyes fell to the fading concealer on her upper chest near her collar bone before her eyes snapped closed and her chin tilted down to be away from Jonah's piercing gaze.

“Has someone hit you?”

Taking her chin between his thumb and index finger, Jonah gently tilted her head up to look at him again but he could feel himself teetering between patience and anger. The concealer was wearing away from the lights, the heat and the sweat from dancing at this party. There was a fading purple and mustard yellow bruise tainting her skin.

“Did he hit you?” Jonah felt his heart physically break when he watched her frame tremble and her eyes focused on his chin, refusing to look up at him because the answer was hidden in her watering eyes.

(Y/n) was glad no one was paying them any attention right now, she couldn't bear lingering eyes on them or people asking if they were okay or her friends wondering what she was doing so close to Jonah when she looked like she was about to cry.

When he didn't get a response, Jonah felt his ragged breaths bubbling through his lips before he leaned closer again, thankful (Y/n) didn't push him away like he feared she might. She stayed completely still yet somehow melted into his touch when he moved his hand to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in with her hair. But when he pressed his lips against her temple, he felt her quivering hands fisting in his shirt.

Was this why she hadn't met up with him in over a month? Was this why all he could get were short phone calls and little meaningless texts that left him standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump?

The thought of Lee hitting (Y/n) sent Jonah into a surge of rage but the thought of him doing this more than once made him want to combust.

He wouldn't have it.

He tried to think back, recollect on all the recent times he had seen and met up with (Y/n), trying to think if he'd noticed any bruises. He would remember something like that, a mark on her skin, it would stick in the back of his mind. Nothing came to Jonah's mind but that was a good thing, it made him relieved that maybe, he hadn't missed any signs or signals that (Y/n) was in danger or hurt. It didn't bear thinking about that she had been hurt and he didn't notice.

She should have told him. Even if this was a one off which it quite possibly could be, she should have told him. Jonah had a flat, (Y/n) could stay with him if and whenever she needed and he always tried to make that clear. He would protect her if she needed him to.

“Did he hit you?” Jonah tried to keep his tone level and his voice quiet when he repeated himself and he looked down into her eyes so she couldn't even think about lying to him.

"Once."

"Once is enough. He can't do that, no one is allowed to do that to you."

(Y/n) knew there was no point in trying to pretend, Jonah knew when she was lying, he always had. Lee had only hit her once the other day, he'd never done that before and (Y/n) wouldn't give him the chance to do it again.

She had backed down when he told her she couldn't spend as much time with Jonah as she had. Part of her agreed because she was with Lee and Jonah was a bad temptation. When Lee looked over her phone when she was texting, (Y/n) bit back her anger and her comments and when he constantly asked where she was going and what she was doing, she avoided an argument wherever possible and simply answered him honestly.

But when he hit her, that was it. That cemented the fact that leaving Lee was inevitable and had to happen sooner rather than later. It was something they couldn't come back from, (Y/n) wouldn't stay with someone who had done that because once was enough to lead it into something more permanent and she didn't want that.

"I know."

(Y/n) continued to rub Jonah's shirt between her fingers, feeling the soft material crinkle and fold in her hands, even as he leaned around her to grab his drink and down the last of his whiskey.

“If something’s wrong you tell me!” His tone was sharp but his words were full of anguish and he couldn't help the raw pain from showing on his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

“I didn’t want to be a burden.” Tears fell from her eyes when Jonah let out a sharp breath, his hands sliding over her sides to rest on her hips, his thumbs brushing delicately over her hip bones.

"You never were, and never will be a burden to me." He kissed her forehead again before he leaned down to be as close as possible. "You're coming home with me."

"Jonah-"

"You're not going anywhere with him, I won't let you. You'll always be safe with me. I promise you that."

Jonah could have cried when (Y/n)'s hands moved from his shirt to cradle his face. She brushed her nose against his like she was satisfying an itch before moving up on her tiptoes to press a delicate, gentle kiss on his lips. He could taste the cidar on her tongie mixing with the whiskey stuck to his lips. His hips crashed forward into hers, pushing her back into the counter as he kissed her deeper like she was the air he needed to breathe.

"Come with me." Pulling back, Jonah let his hands slip from her waist so he could reach up and take her hand that was resting against his cheek.

"Where are we going?"

(Y/n) let Jonah take her hand and pull her out of the kitchen, unsure whether he was about to walk her out the house or up the stairs to find a room. Both options were preferable to staying here where prying eyes could see them.

Her free hand moved to hold his bicep and she pressed her body up against his back, resting her forehead on his shoulderblade as she let him guide her. He was a natural drug, so addicting and comforting and the burst of energy and the way he calmed (Y/n) down was intoxicating. She could feel the tears disappearing and a smile slowly started to creep over her lips until Jonah abruptly stopped walking, causing her feet to skid to a stop.

"I might have known she'd be with you. You're always hanging around her."

A burst of adrenaline sparked in (Y/n)'s stomach and she dared not open her eyes to find the source of that voice she knew so well. Her face tucked into the back of Jonah's arm when he tightened his hand around hers, standing in front of her like a shield to keep Lee at a safe distance.

Something burned at the back of Jonah's throat; the whiskey mixed with a snarky remark he was desperate to say. But he stayed silent, letting the revolt he felt for Lee burn within his eyes as he tried to move round him.

"Where are you both going?" The suspicion in Lee's voice made (Y/n) cringe and she dared to peek around Jonah's arm to look at him. He didn't look best pleased.

His arms were folded over his chest, a beer bottle gripped between his fingers but his head was ticked to the side and his jaw was grinding.

"We're leaving. Don't expect (Y/n) to be home tonight either."

Jonah tried to move, he tried to stay dignified and avoid causing a scene because this wasn't his house, his party or his close friends. This was a friend of a friend's party and he was only here because he knew (Y/n) would be here. He didn't want to cause a scene or have anyone crowding round filming if a fight broke out. But when Lee moved to stand in his way and the anger was evident in his eyes, Jonah knew something had to give.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? (Y/n). What the hell are you doing with him?"

(Y/n)'s chest tightened when Jonah let go of her hand and for a moment, she wondered if he was going to throw a punch, start rowing or just up and walk away from her.

Instead, she watched as Jonah grabbed Lee by the collar of his shirt and ran at him, pushing him backwards until he was pinned to the closest wall making a loud thud echo through the hallway. He held him in place and pinned his knee between Lee's legs so he was well and truly stuck, unable to move in any direction with Jonah surrounding him at all angles.

"I know what you did to her," He whispered the vile words in Lee's ear, watching the way he seemed to shrink just a little. "She's not going anywhere with you again, ever. If you dare try and hurt her like that again, you'll wish all I did was hit you."

"Jonah, let's go."

(Y/n) held him by the shoulders and gently pulled him back until he let go of Lee and let him drop down to his feet. People were starting to look and if they realised it was Jonah threatening someone, things would take a bad turn for him. He couldn't get a reputation now, not because of (Y/n), she wouldn't allow it.

As if a switch had been flicked in his mind, Jonah's composure came flooding back to him. He smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt, wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and quickly guided her out the door without looking back.

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"What are you doing?" Brushing her hair behind her ear, (Y/n) looked at his reflection in the mirror, but Jonah wasn't looking at her.

Her fingers made quick work of slipping the back on her earring and her lips curved into a smile when she felt Jonah pressing up behind her. He was barely reflected in the full length mirror in front of her with how he was standing behind her. Her head came just below his shoulders leaving his broad upper body and his face clear in the mirror, but he still wouldn't meet her gaze.

She could feel his hands tickling up the back of her bare thighs, slipping beneath her dress for a few seconds before he ruffled the bottom of her dress and moved his hands up her back. When she felt him moving the zipper, a gasp left her lips which finally got his attention.

Their gazes locked in the mirror and Jonah bit his lip to stop his smile from spreading too widely.

"We're going out," (Y/n) could barely find her voice when Jonah pulled the zipper halfway down her back and slipped his hands beneath her dress until they were resting on her stomach just under her chest behind her dress.

"Hm."

"Aren't we?"

He didn't answer, he simply used his hands to pull her back into his chest until she could feel every ridge and curve of his moulded into her. His head tilted down until his lips found her neck and (Y/n) could help the smile that spread across her face. Her fingers reached up to tangle in his hair that was tickling her cheek.

He couldn't unzip her dress and practically undress her like this when they were about to go out, it didn't work that way. They would end up being late or not going out at all, although (Y/n) presumed that was Jonah's ideal plan.

"Jonah, we'll be late, sweetheart." Turning her head as much as she was able, (Y/n) pecked his forehead, giggling when he bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"Did I ever tell you that blue was my favourite colour?"