#I don’t need my hand held. I think I know how to present feedback

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

….now my dad is condescending me with supportive feedback because I gave feedback about another student and he told me that I did that really well I highlighted a concern while still being positive

Nothing wrong with his message or sentiment

But apparently he seems to think that I need to be told what good feedback is probably because of today.

[seokminkisser]

11:42 PM

seungcheol is a bit of a toxic ass in here, this is not how i see him he’s my baby boy <3333 but also i just needed to write something angsty so please enjoy and leave some feedback!!!

seungcheol didn’t know how it had gotten this far.

he wholeheartedly did not even believe he was a jealous person but something about mingyu’s hand on your arm made him see red.

he was a lucky man, he knew that for a fact and everyday spent with you reinforced the love he held for you. he trusted you, he really did. and yet, his jealousy seemed to always get the best of him.

on his left, he heard you giggle at something one of the boys said and although your hand was intertwined with his, the fact that you were giving someone your beautiful smile that should be only his made him want to claw his heart out.

you must have noticed that seungcheol was not really present in the gathering, your thumb making slow circles on his hand as he knocks back a few more shots. seungcheol squeezes your hand and leans down to whisper into your ear: “can we go, please.”

minutes later after saying your goodbyes, you were walking to your apartment, hands still clasped tight. seungcheol is quiet and he knows it’s bothering you but he also knows that if he opens his mouth he might say something he regrets.

reaching your door you turn to him and you give him a soft smile and seungcheol feels his heart bursting and he can’t keep it in anymore.

“why do you always do this.”

you frown a little and tilt your head to the side as you look at your boyfriend and seungcheol feels small under your gaze but the alcohol is spurring him on.

“do what?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, you seem to always be so happy to flirt with my friends.” seungcheol says, and he feels in the back of his mind that the words he is using are wrong, he is saying everything all wrong and when you abruptly let go of his hand he can feel the dread already settling in.

“what the fuck are you trying to say seungcheol?”

you used his full name. you rarely use his full name. he knows he should take it back, apologize, explain his feelings in a rational manner and yet his soju filled mind takes over and he cannot stop talking.

“you and mingyu were so close together tonight. don’t you know he likes you? are you that naive that you can’t see it? do you just have no respect for our relationship, because you seem to have no problem embarrassing me like that in front of my friends.”

“what—“

“i bet if i hadn’t been there you would have just fucked him wouldn’t you.”

the minute the words leave his mouth his heart plummets and he wants to take it back and he wants to apologize and wipe away the tears softly falling down your cheeks. he wants to get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, he wants to do so many things to make you feel better and yet his feet stay rooted on the ground. staring at you as you hug yourself looking at him with so much pain in your tear filled eyes.

“why would you say that.”

“because you keep fucking flirting with him right in front of my eyes? if you can do that in front of me i don’t even want to know what you would do when i’m not around.”

the slap you deliver on his left cheek comes before he finishes his sentence. he knows that he deserves it and he thinks now it’s time to apologize, beg for your forgiveness, put the nonsense he just spouted behind you.

“fuck you seungcheol. i am so sick and fucking tired of you not trusting me.” you say and turn your back to him, shaky hands trying to unlock your door.

“and yet you’re not answering me, i must have hit a nerve right?”

someone should just fucking shoot me at this point.

you turn around, the pain in your eyes filled with anger, anger so burning it seems to drain all the alcohol fogging seungcheol’s brain.

“we’re done.” you say, fingers fumbling as you pry your silver promise ring off your left hand. seungcheol watches you with wide eyes and suddenly everything is clear. what the fuck was he doing?

“wait, what? baby wait—“

“no, seungcheol you wait. i cannot do this anymore. at first i thought your jealousy and possessiveness was cute and all but now it’s making me rip my hair out. your mistrust in me shows that you don’t respect me as a partner and frankly i care too much about my well being to let you talk down to me the way you do. i don’t even know who you are right now.”

the tears are still falling down your face as you take seungcheols hand and drop your ring in his palm. his eyes are searching yours as he scrambles to collect himself and the string of apologies resting on his tongue. he moves to speak but you interrupt him as you finally press your door open.

“do not contact me. ever. i will leave your things outside my door tomorrow so you can pick them up. i never want to see you again.”

with that you slam the door shut in his face and seungcheol falls to his knees in front of your door, forehead pressed against the wood.

he fucked up.

[dxddykenn]

MS. NASTY

Michael B. Jordan as Erik Stevens

P. I. M. P. - Put it in my pussy or whatever Meg said 😏

Reminder: I’m fairly new to writing, I’m open to feedback but please be considerate (don’t be rude)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“You have reached the voicemail box of-” Erik snatched the phone from his ear slamming it on the table drawing the attention of those around him. Running a hand down his face his leg bounced up and down swiftly. He’s been trying to reach you since early this morning, after the night the two of you had why the switch up now? Literally all he could think about was you. Your eyes, your lips, your thick hips, your long legs, your scent. The way your titties bounced as you rode him, your pussy creaming as it gripped his dick, your ass crashing against him like a tidal wave. His dick hardened from the explicit thoughts, he was craving your touch. He NEEDED for you to pick up the phone. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, images from the previous night overflowed through his mind like a flood.

Flashback

You sat at in the chair across from him. It was another long night of going over paperwork to prepare for the upcoming finance meeting. Erik carefully watched you, noticing how you would bite the cap of your pen when you were in deep thought. “Erik you know it’s not very nice to stare” you say never removing your eyes from the papers you held. “I’m not staring…just admiring”. “Same thing” you smile. “When are you going to stop playing and take me serious?” “Take you serious meaning…?” you glance up giving him a once over. “You and I both know that we are feeling each other, the feelings are evident”. Giggling you place the papers down on the table taking off your glasses. “Are they really Mr. Stevens?” you ask biting the arm of the glasses. “Mhmm” he hums eyes falling down to your lips. “Well…that’s too bad, I don’t mix business and my pleasure” you say standing up to clean up the papers you were working on.

“Have a good night Mr. Stevens” you call over your shoulder as you exit the room.

Blowing a breath Erik spins around in the chair he was sitting in, disappointed that you brushed him off once again. Another hour passed by as he went over statement after statement, frustrated that he not only couldn’t focus but exhaustion was slowly creeping up on him. Cleaning up the documents and books on the table he turns off the light in the room as he makes his way to his office to get his briefcase and keys.

As he entered his office the automatic light clicked on once it detected motion.

There you were sitting pretty on his desk like a present under the Christmas tree begging to be unwrapped. Curling your fingers you motion for him to come closer. Shutting the door behind him he unbuttons his shirt as closes the distance between you. Grabbing the back of his neck you capture him in a heated kiss. “Lay down” you tell him as you move to the side to make room. Throwing your leg over his you lift your skirt up over your ass allowing it to gather around your waist. His hands moving over your thighs tearing a hole in your stockings. Your hand sliding in between the two of you to rub his bulge, causing him to suck in a breath of air. Swiftly you undo his belt and unzip his pants as he lifts his hips to help you get them down. Leaning your head down you slowly kiss from his neck up to his ear “Are you sure this is what you want Mr. Stevens?” you ask staring at him with a lust filled gaze.

His phone vibrated against the table breaking him from his thoughts. Checking it, he sees that he didn’t have any notifications from you. Cursing under his breath he pushes away from the table, pissed off that you weren’t calling back and now his dick was hard. Standing up he snatches up his belongings, stepping out into the main hallway he starts his journey in search of you. Turning the corner he sees you step out the elevator wearing this. Greeting people that passed by, you start in his direction to go to your office “Good morning Erik” you smile. Gripping your arm he tugs you towards his office as you try not to stumble over your heels or spill the coffee that you held. “What the hell are you doing” you snatch away as you enter the room. Slamming it shut Erik leans his head on the door trying to gather his thoughts. “Y/n do you think this is a game?”.

You tried to warn him that this would happened. You told him to take heed while he could, and he ignored all the warning signs.

Laughing you place your stuff down before sitting on the edge of his desk. “Erik what are you talking about?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about, I called you”. “Yeah I know, wasn’t hard to miss” you say studying your nails. Standing in front of you he looks at you with a confused look “How can you fuck me last night and now act like I don’t exist?”. Pulling him in by his tie you raise your hand to cup his chin, massaging your fingers in his beard. “I told you I take dick Papa I don’t do no running” you say before biting his lip. He goes to grab your hips when you pull away giggling. Stepping down from his desk you strut towards his office door his eyes following your every move. Pressing the button on the wall you watch as his office windows frost over creating a privacy glass. Turning on your heel you stalk towards him, your hips swaying with every step you took.

Once in front of him you run the tip of your red acrylic across the top of his belt. “Why couldn’t you just play nice Daddy, hmm?” You’re met with silence, him not trusting his own voice at the moment. “No instead you decided to be mean and misbehave, grabbing me up like that… that wasn’t very nice” you whisper in his ear. Unbuckling his belt you tug down his pants and his boxers. Teasingly your fingers dance across his dick swiping up the tiny bead of precum. Bringing your finger up to his lips you eye him, silently demanding him to open his mouth. Anxiously he moves forward his plump lips wrapping around your finger. “Good boy” you moan as you remove your finger, trailing it down his chest palming his dick. Your hand runs up and down his length painfully slow as you jerk him off. “I think I deserve an apology, don’t you” you peek up at him through your lashes. “Fuck..yes” he moans loudly.

Kicking off your heels you remove your pants, climbing up onto his desk you lay forward arching your back, your ass pointed to the sky. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you suck on your index and middle fingers. Sliding them between your legs you run your hands up and down your slit. Erik felt his dick start to painfully throb as it grew harder and harder by the minute. Slipping your fingers inside of you, you hiss out at the tight grip of your walls. “Ooo Daddy my pussy feels so good”. Skillfully moving them in and out you keep your eyes trained on him, watching as his hand gripped his dick, twisting and turning as he watched you fuck yourself. “Can you show me how good this pussy is Daddy? Can you slut me the fuck out?” you whimper. “Anything for you Princess, Daddy will do anything you want” he nods.

Giving him a smug smile you swing your legs over the desk, pulling him down to the floor straddling his lap. Tilting his head back you let spit slowly fall out of your mouth onto his awaiting tongue. Reaching under you grabbing the base of his dick you rub it against your lips, before sliding down his dick making you both release out a moan. Studying his face you watch him suck his bottom lip in between his perfect white teeth.

Steadying yourself on your feet you began to bounce on him, his hands gripping your waist. Wrapping your hand around his throat you press down “Did you ask to touch me Daddy? I don’t think you did”. Smacking his hands down they fall to his sides making him grip the carpet underneath him, as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

Leaning on his elbows Erik fucks up into you hitting your spot making you moan out. Slamming your hips down you meet his thrust as your ass collided against his thighs. “Mmm that dick feels so good” you grunt as you place your hands on his shoulders. Bouncing up and down harder as the familiar feeling built up in your stomach. A look of concentration was painted on Erik’s face as he focused on fucking you. “Make this pussy cum Daddy, make my pussy so creamy that it won’t stay inside”. “Can I touch you please baby shit” he groans. Nodding your head you grip his face as you kiss him sliding your tongue in his mouth. Placing his hands under your ass he slides you up and down, his dick digging deep inside of you.

“This pussy is so fucking good Princess” he moaned against your lips. “Mmm fuck I’m going to cum, Daddy make me cum all over this dick”. Slamming your hips down one final time your orgasm comes crashing down, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Rolling your hips in circles you ride out the last of your orgasm as you felt his dick pulse inside of you. Erik throws his head back against the desk “Fuck just like that I’m gonna nut”. Lifting yourself up his dick slips out, hitting his abdomen with a plop. A growl vibrated through his chest as his dark eyes snap open to look at you “Y/n stopping fucking around”. Slipping your clothes back on you bend down placing a kiss on his lips.

“Better get yourself cleaned up Daddy the Execs meeting is in 10” you smirk leaving him on the floor.

Ms. Nasty, tatted on my ass cheek (tatted on my ass cheeks)

Scared to put that pussy on him 'cause he might harass me

[pupscunt]

daddy’s little sweetheart!

ft. dante sparda x fem!reader

tags: 18+ content, DDDNE, daddy daughter incest, dubcon, thighfucking, slight scent kink, spit, slight pussy inspection, unfulfilled reader

a/n: day 1 of reposting my drabbles.. feedback, comments, rbs are all appreciated :3 I think I need to do more dante drabbles but I’ll see how this one does

divider by @/cafekitsune!!

thinking about.. dad dante. he’s always been weird, but he’s always been present. you’re a daddy’s girl, and it was all his fault. he’d be damned if there was anything his baby girl wanted that he didn’t buy. he’d been wrapped around your finger ever since you could talk. you guys are extremely close..

..so it’s a not strange when he comes into your room late one night, but it’s not for one of his usual interrogations about your personal life. no, he’s come to persuade you to do something you hadn’t even thought of before.

“c’mon, baby.. aren’t you curious? daddy can do a lot more than the guys your age can. daddy’s experienced. girls your age like silver foxes, don’t they?” he cooed, large hands gripping your thighs. he parted them, grateful for your preferred sleepwear of just a shirt and panties. that made things way easier for him to get you naked.

dante dipped his head between your thighs, getting close to your clothed cunt. he took a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of your most intimate bits. he could do this forever if he wasn’t eager to get on with his plan. a good father wouldn’t be doing this to his daughter, but dante’s never claimed to be a good father. only a present one.

dante’s fingers hooked under your panties, sliding the fabric down your legs and flinging it across the room. it was now time for main course.. the entire reason why he came into your room in the first place;

your pussy.

it’s the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, especially when he spreads the lips with his fingers and spits on it, watches as his saliva drips down from your cunt to your asshole, a smirk on his lips. at this point you were whimpering, dumb moans tumbling out of your mouth as you watched your dad play with your pussy.

he prodded at it with his thick fingers, but never slipped one in. he spread the lips, then held them together, giving your clit a featherlight kiss when it poked out. he wasn’t here to eat you out, though. not tonight. he was here for his own pleasure.

he made quick work of getting his pants unzipped and boxers pulled down, allowing his thick cock to stand proudly.

he could tell by your widened eyes that you were getting the wrong idea. “don’t panic, sweetheart. i’m not putting it in tonight.” his smooth words reassured you, causing you to relax again.

dante adjusted himself between your thighs, holding onto the plush flesh as he began to rut his cock between your thighs. this felt like a strange dream you’d have once in a while when you had eaten something spicy before bed, but this was real. your dad was fucking your thighs, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as your skin provided lovely friction for his length. you felt even better than his pocket pussy. maybe he’d have to retire the toy in favor of having you around for his needs.

he fucked your thighs until he came thick white ropes on your tummy, using his thumb to smear it with a sly grin. he knew you were soaking wet and needy by now, but he was far too tired (read: lazy) to do anything about your current state.

“i know you’re needy, but daddy’s tired, okay? you understand don’t you? that’s right. you understand because you’re my sweet girl. my good girl.” his excuse was shitty and barely thought out, but he praised you enough for you to go along with it. he’s glad you accepted his half-baked excuse because right now, the game is on, and the couch is calling his name.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Consequences

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: I was guilt tripped into posting this. For the record, I wasn't going to abandon you on the last part. But after this post, we have just four parts left. Eek!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Devious

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Four months later… 

Steve walked down to the cells, lost in thought. He looked tired, deep in his emotions. Dressed in all black as he had been for months, he brought down a small package with him, a gift for an old friend.  As he walked through the empty cells, he thought back through his life.  How one person changed his life.  As he approached the final cell, he sighed.  “Hello Sharon.”  

“Steve!  I didn’t think you would visit me.”  Sharon Carter looked dirty, tired, her blonde hair dull and flat.  She had been in the cell for four months, stood trial and found guilty of treason and attempted murder.  She had planned Belle’s demise and now she would pay for it tomorrow with her life.  

Beck had left details of his plans and the players, all but sealing their fate when they were captured. It was the little solace that Steve found that justice had somewhat been served.  This was the final piece.  This person, not even a woman, had ended his hopes of a peaceful life. “I brought you something.”  

“A present for my execution. How curious.” Sharon looked at the man she loved with sorrow.  He was in pain, mourning.  “I could help you feel good,” she said with a sly smile.  

“Only my wife could do that,” Steve snarled at her.  “You are getting what you deserve.”  

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew she was pregnant Steve.”  

“You’re a liar! You wanted Belle gone!” 

“I loved you!”  

“And I hate you,” he growled.  He threw the box through the slot in the glass.  

“What is it?” 

“Open it and see.” He stood in front of her, arms crossed.  

Sharon opened the box carefully.  She looked in saw a blue cloth. She pulled it out.  It was a blue onesie.  A tear formed in her eye when she spotted the pink color in the box.  Another onesie.  “Steve, I am…” 

“Save it!” Steve thought back to the day his life was turned upside down… 

He jumped onto the jet with Belle and he and Bucky immediately started pressure on her as Tony flew, Wanda started IVs.  Peter, Nat, Sam and Clint stayed behind to gather intel and clear the scene.  As soon as the gauze was in place, Steve held Belle’s hand and the other on her belly.  “Please baby, please, don’t leave me,” he wept.  

“Two minutes Cap,” Tony called out.  “Where is she shot?” 

“The abdomen,” Bucky called back. “Its slowing but I don’t know about…” he trailed off.  

“I love you,” Steve whispered to Belle, kissing her knuckles.  “I need you.  I need our family, baby please, just stay alive.”  

Tony landed the jet at the hospital and Steve picked up Belle and ran her in.  “Please help, my wife, she’s pregnant and she’s been shot. Please.”  The doctors and nurses ran forward with a gurney and started to run her back.  Steve made to follow but a nurse stopped him.  

“We need to work on your wife.  Please wait here.”  

“Please, just do whatever you need to save them.”  

“We’ll do everything we can.” She turned to run after the gurney and Steve felt Bucky and Tony’s hands on his shoulders. His shoulders shagged and he began to sob.  The guys moved him to the chairs to wait.  Steve became quiet, staring at a spot on the floor.  Time felt like it was moving so slow.  The rest of the team showed up, sitting around. Tony began to pace as Pepper brought in coffee and snacks.  

“Captain Rogers?” 

Steve’s head snapped up to look at a tired looking doctor. He stood up with Bucky right next to him.  “Belle?” 

“Mrs. Rogers lost a significant amount of blood.  The bullet entered her side and nicked her liver.  We stopped the bleeding but luckily the liver is regenerative, and she will make a full recovery.”  Bucky sagged and clapped his back.  The rest of the team exhaled but Steve needed one more piece of information.  

“And the baby?” 

“Your babies are perfect.  The amniotic sac was not affected at all since she is only eight or so weeks pregnant.”  

Steve looked at the doctor, his face shocked.  “Babies?” 

“Oh.” The doctor looked embarrassed.  “I assumed you were aware.  Yes, twins. Your wife is carrying twins. As I said, she’s between eight to nine weeks.  They have strong heartbeats and are perfect for their age.” The doctor smiles.  “She is still unconscious after the emergency surgery but if you would like to see her, I can take you up?” 

“Yes, yes please.”  Steve headed to follow the doctor but turned.  “Buck?” 

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”  

Steve looked at the team.  “Thank you, guys.”  

“We’ll be here Steve,” Sam said.  The team nodded and Steve and Bucky followed the doctor.  

“Captain, because of the blood loss it may take some time for Mrs. Rogers to come around.  We checked for any injuries to her head to be sure, but we didn’t see any.  Her body may just need time to recover from the shock. We have her hooked up to monitors and two fetal monitors, one for each baby so don’t be alarms by the amount of equipment.”  

“But she’ll be ok?”  

“Yes, like I stated, we expect her to make a full recovery. My recommendation is to relax, hold her hand and talk to her. We’ll keep checking on her until she is awake and discharged.”  

“Thank you doctor.”  

“Ok, right in here.”  He pointed to a door and Steve walked in.  Belle looked smaller than normal in the bed.  She skin was pale, a startling contrast to her black hair. She looked peaceful except for the noises of the monitors.  But what truly shocked him with the twin heartbeats coming from the fetal monitors.  

Steve froze.  The sounds stunned him.  His babies, his children, were real and alive inside of their momma. Bucky nudged him forward and Steve took shaky steps towards the bed.  He pulled a chair close and took Belle’s hand.  “I’m here, sweet pea.”  He kissed it gently.  “We’re all here waiting for you to wake up. I love you. I love you all so much and you are going to be so surprise.”  

Bucky came to the other side.  “Hey sweetheart. You rest ok.  You’re growing my nieces or nephews.”  

“God Buck. Two of them.”  

“I know punk. I can’t believe it.”  

Steve kept vigil at Belle’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. Her heartbeat got stronger with time. The team rotated in with Steve with Nat and Bucky finally convincing him to change out of his suit and shower in the ensuite. As the warm water ran over his body, Steve took the moment lose himself in his feelings. He almost lost her. He almost ruined the best thing in his life.  He almost lost his children. He grew angry, thinking of the people who tried to take her away.  He climbed out of the shower and dressed.  He walked out to see Sam and Bucky sitting by Belle’s head.  “Any updates?” 

“Vision has Sharon in a cell in the tower.  I took all we found there for FRIDAY to analyze,” Sam replied.  

“They also have Lila there as well,” Bucky said with a hard voice. “Tony and Nat will begin their interrogation of her within the hour.”  

“Bucky, I’m sorry about Lila.”  

“Don’t be.  She used me and my love for her to take my best friend. I can’t forgive that.”  

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and held his best friend as he finally let some emotion shows. They talked quietly, with Steve never letting go of Belle’s hand.  A couple of hours later, Steve was leaning against the bed when he felt a movement in his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked at Belle.  Her violet eyes open, still struggling but open. “Hi.” 

He cuts Sharon off. “Jealous should be the word that comes out of your mouth.” Steve smirked at her.  “Belle is having twins. My boy and my girl.” He leaned forward to the glass.  “What? You think she died in that attack?” 

Sharon blinked. They never mentioned Belle’s status during the trial.  She just assumed she was dead. Sharon began screaming in rage, slamming her fist to the unbreakable glass. “You son of a bitch!” 

“I won’t be in the gallery tomorrow, Sharon. Enjoy death.”  Steve walked out of the cells, the sounds of Sharon’s screams fading with every step.  

“Was that necessary amore mio?” 

Steve spun to see Belle standing next to the doorway to the cells. “After what she tried to do to you and my children, absolutely.”  Steve placed his hand over Belle’s six-month bump.  “How are they today?” 

“Just flutters.  Should feel them any day.”  Belle smiled up at her husband.  

“I can’t wait. Wanna feel my princess and my boy.  

Belle smiled. “I wanna feel them too.” 

“Hi sweet pea.”  He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers and then placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m so happy you’re awake my love.”  He kissed her forehead and pulled back to look at her.  

“What happened?” 

“When you elbowed Beck, the gun went off and you were shot.  It was a through and through, but it nicked your liver.  You’re gonna be fine.”  

Belle nodded in understanding but suddenly gasped and sat up.  “The baby?” 

“Shh. Easy love. Everything is ok.  They are ok.  The babies are perfectly healthy and safe.”  

“Babies?  What do you mean babies?”  Belle reached for her stomach.  Steve laid his hand on top of hers.  

“Lay back Belle.  Its ok”. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed.  “You are pregnant with twins, my love.  They checked when they took you to surgery.”  

“Twins?  Oh my god, twins!” 

Steve lifted her hand and kissed her palmed and then placed her small hand on his face. The beard tickled her hand, and she smiled but Steve frowned. “I’m so sorry Belle.”   

“Baby…” 

“No let me finish.  I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you.  I’m sorry for lying.  I am so sorry that I put you here. Please don’t leave me.” Belle felt a few tears escape her eyes.  Steve cupped her face and used his thumb to clear the tears. “Please don’t cry love. Please, I am so…” 

“I’m sorry too,” she blurted out.  “I’m sorry I ran.  I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Please don’t hate me.”  

Steve climbed into bed with her as she clung to his shirt and cried. “I could never hate you.  You saved me from a life of solitude and darkness.  You brought color back into my life.  And all at once… 

You were the one I was waiting for,” she finished. “I love you.”  

“I love you. My baby momma.”  

Belle spent the day of the execution in the nursery with Nat, Wanda, MJ and Hope, planning out the room. Mrs. Lewis was taking notes with Belle’s new assistant, Ava.  “I think we need to put the cribs here,” Belle pointed, “and the changing table and dresser here.  I would like to have twin rocking chairs because I know Steve will want to be in here with me when he can.”  

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” Ava said as she consulted measurements with Mrs. Lewis.  

“Oh Ava, before I forget, we have a dinner with the alumni association on Friday and I will need to attend with Steve. Bucky and Clint will also be attended but Clint is bringing Laura, so I need you to attend with Bucky.”  

“S-sure,” Ava stuttered, a flash of pink on her cheeks as she looked down at her tablet.  Belle noticed the flush but did not give it any attention but filing it for future use.  

“We need to make sure you have a formal dress, Ava.  So, we have a fitting at Vera Wang tomorrow.” She looked over the girl.  She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Petite but curvy. “Red, I think,” she said.  

“Oh, Mrs. Rogers…” 

“Nope, its Belle.”  She turned to Mrs. Lewis.  “Please make sure that Marco and Marie know it’s for three ladies.  Laura will be joining us unless of course Nat and Wanda are joining us as well.”  

“We can make an afternoon of it,” Nat said, understanding what she was trying to do with Ava and Bucky.  

“Perfect.” Belle clapped with glee until a look of shock crossed her face.  Her hand flew to her belly.  

“Belle?” Wanda looked at her.  Her eyes flashed red for a moment.  “Nat, we need Steve.”  Nat picked up her phone and called while the rest of the women crowded her. “Ok, let’s give her a moment alone,” Wanda said with a smile.  Steve and Bucky came running in.  

“Sweet pea?  What’s wrong?”  

Wanda approached Ava.  “Bucky, can you take Ava outside please?”  Bucky flushed slightly at the young woman and offered his arm.  He looked back at his best friends as they waited for the room to clear.  

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve looked at his wife.  

“Nothing,” she smiled.  She took his hand and placed it on the side of her belly.  

“Love, what��” 

“Just a second.”  They waited and then Steve’s eyes widen as Belle felt a kick to her side. He looked down at her belly and then back to her eyes.  “I think your son is saying hello.”  

“Oh…” he kneeled before his wife.  “Hello son.  Hey princess.  I’m your dad.”  A tear formed in his eye.  “I love you and your momma so much little ones.”  He stayed there a while, caressing her belly and talking to his children.  They were interrupted when Bucky walked in.  

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s done.” He looked down.  

Steve stood up and held Belle from behind, his hands on her belly.  “Did she say anything?” 

“Only professing her love for you and then Hail HYDRA.”  

Steve nodded. “Ok, well that’s that.  Come love, you should rest.”  

“Ok.”  No emotion crossed Belle’s face.  “Oh Bucky, since you will be attending the gala with us, I’ve asked Ava to be your escort for the evening.”  She watched as Bucky’s ears turned red as he patted the back of his head.  

“Oh, yes, well, ok, if you want, I guess I’m ok with that…” he stammered.  

Belle giggled.  Steve looked at her curiously before leading her to their room.  He laid her down on her sided and then climbed behind her, holding her to his chest.  “What do you know, sweet pea?” 

“I know that Bucky and Ava are crushing on each other,” she smirked.  “And I know that I love you.”  

“I love you more my queen.” He kissed her head and smiled.  “What about Clint?” 

“He’s bringing Laura.” She looked back at Steve, who had a shocked face.  “I think seeing what we went through, he didn’t want to be away from the love of his life anymore.  I know they divorced because he was an Avenger and thought he was protecting her.  I’m just glad he figured out that he couldn’t live without her.”  

“My little matchmaker,” Steve chuckled. “You need to rest love.”  

“I’m trying; I’m just so tense.  Carrying your children is tough.”  

“Hmm, well maybe something to help you with that.” Steve got a wicked look on his face as he reaches under her sundress and pulled her panties down.  He stroked between her folds. “Already so wet, love,” he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses to her neck.  

“Stevie,” she moaned.  He was aware of how sensitive she was so he went gentle and slow. He sank a finger into her and arched her back, her belly sticking out more. 

“Easy baby,” Steve held her close, letting her feel how turned on he was. He grasped her chin with his free hand to kiss her softly as he added another finger. She moaned into his lips.  

“Stevie, I need more.”  

Steve smiled as he eased her onto her back.  He snaked down as pushed her knees up. He kissed between her thighs and gently licked her folds.  She jolted up and Steve chuckled. “Feel good baby?” 

“Amore please,” she pleaded. Steve went in, tasting, sucking, drawing out unnatural noises from his wife.  Being pregnant made every touch be like a lightning through her. He could feel her starting to reach her peak.  

“Cum for me, my queen. Let me taste you.” With a silent scream, her body spasmed, making her see stars.  Steve coaxed her down before rolling her to her side again and he removed his jeans and boxers.  He got behind her again and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip, opening her to him from behind.  Steve carefully slid into her heat.  She moaned loudly as Steve peppered her neck and cheek with kisses.  “You feel amazing as ever love.”  

“Stevie,” she cried quietly. He was gentle, not wanting to hurt or disturb his children.  

“You are a goddess, my love.  So warm and tight. Carrying my children.  You are even more beautiful now than before,” he whispered as he thrusted softly into her. She keened at the praise, placing her hands over his on her hips. She began to tighten again. “That’s my good girl, let go.” He wrapped his arms around her as she came again and he rutted two more times before spilling into her.  He could feel her body relax and she fell asleep with him still inside her.  He didn’t dare move, knowing sleep was hard to find for her now. But he was ok, in his happy place, inside his wife, holding his unborn children.  

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Project RBH Devlog 0010

Out of the prep work and back into the field. It felt a little weird writing code again after a week or two of more preplanning and research.

Before I could forget to do so, I fixed that bug from the pre-alpha release that would crash the game if you died with what I refer to as the Grenade Upgrade, the one that makes your bullet leave behind an object that shoots out more bullets for you. It was a pretty simple fix—it was referencing a variable from the Player Character, but the dead Player Character isn’t there to reference. I through in a conditional statement and now if there is no Player Character, it won’t make that reference call.

After that was the big challenge. Presenting the player with a handful of random upgrades from which to choose between, allowing the player to actually chose one of those options, and having that option provide the specified upgrade.

The actual menu itself was easy to implement, being a simple array of options and checking for an input from the player to move a ‘position’ variable in order to determine what exactly the player currently has selected. This is far from perfect right now, as it’s checking for individual button presses and thus cannot be held down, and lacks controller support, but I think it should be easy to fix both of these problems. I also need to figure out which button on the keyboard should be the Confirm button because I don’t know how I feel about it being the Space Bar. I’d also love mouse support for the menu as well, considering that the mouse is how you aim on keyboard controls.

The trick was actually having option on the menu to choose between. Luckily, the different choices on the menu are pulled from an array, I could make that a variable I could change on the fly.

I took inspiration from how the bullet system works and created a constructor function, which allows me to create an array and assign variable values to each item within the array. Namely, I could assign a name and description to each item. Then, before the choice menu calls the array, I create a shuffled version of it and place the first four options of the shuffled array into the four menu options. I was honestly surprised by how well that worked.

The tricky part was making them actually do things when you select them. Luckily, there’s a built-in function in Game Maker called ‘Script Execute’ that lets me run a function which can be assigned to a variable, so much like how I assigned a name and description to each upgrade or perk or whatever I’ll call them, I created a function and assigned it to a variable within each item in the array, and then in the menu, I used the Script Execute on that variable to run code unique to each perk.

There was a brief snag when I overcomplicated the code to do this and it wouldn’t run, but I quickly figured out the problem and fixed it.

My plan for this week is to further refine this code by taking it out of an ugly menu box that for some reason isn’t scaling correctly to fit all of the text inside of it to having something akin to cards which have the name and description of the upgrade on them. The current functionality lacks a place to put that description variable that I assigned to it, but I’ve already created that variable so calling it won’t be an issue. I may have to work out how to make text wrap to fit the card I put it on, but that shouldn’t be hard to figure out considering it’s necessary for all forms of dialogue boxes.

I’ve also elected to have a monthly release of the current in-progress build. We’re remarkably close to an alpha build of the project right now, but also playtesting and feedback is a crucial part of the design and development process. Seeing as I cannot afford to hire a full Playtesting team, I’m outsourcing that to you all. As you may remember, Tier 2 and Tier 3 Patrons get access to these builds a week earlier than everyone else.

My plan for this current build is to get the Perk Selection stuff working and implemented, which should mean you have a far greater ability to plan and strategize your builds. This will also mean adding in about two dozen new upgrades that I planned out these past two weeks, which I’ve mentioned in other DevLogs.

Also, the current setup is perfect for the plans I have with the story of this game. Though, again, adding narrative to a game takes valuable time and energy, which I may not have depending on my financial situation.

What I would like to have is this: The dungeon explored in the Roguelite sections is a mysterious dreamworld that the protagonist is trapped in every night, along with other people from the city where she lives. During the day is a Persona-style life sim (which shouldn’t be hard to code; it’s like 90% variable calls) while at night you make dungeon runs to attempt to discover the cause of the strange supernatural events you’re experiencing. You also form bonds with friends met both in the real world and the dream world—and, of course, anyone from the dream world can be met in the real world.

Increasing your bonds with these characters would steadily unlock new bonuses for the player, like increased health, more attempts at the dungeon ever night, etc. But the way that the perk system is set up, I can also have a separate array of new cards which can be added in, putting new cards in the pool. Meaning that I can reward new cards to the player for increasing their bonds.

Persona 3 already had almost all of the gameplay happen in a procedurally generated dungeon, so it’s not like there isn’t precedent.

Of course, pretty much all of that is a pipe dream at this point. We’ll see.

Until next Devlog!

-DeusVerve

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sweeter than fiction ⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ the bau decide to throw a small birthday party for hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x female bodied!reader ; mentions of jack, jess and the whole team.

warnings ⤷ food mentions. slight angst. fluff

word count ⤷ 5.5k words

a/n ⤷ hello! this is my submission for @hotch-central's Aaron Hotchner's birthday celebration 🎉 the prompt is from @creativepromptsforwriting i may have a couple more entries in line, depending if inspiration strikes, of course. as usual, feedback is appreciated. have a great day, everyone!

It’s tradition in the office that when it’s someone’s birthday someone else brings a cake. Person A’s birthday is coming up and B finally sees their chance to make a move. 

“I apologize for cutting this meeting short but I do need to go to this meeting with Strauss,” Hotch apologized as he locked the screen of his tablet and gave one last look through at the files he had prepared for his monthly meeting with the higher ups; he was having somewhat of  momentum where instead of being turned down on their requests, they asked to compromise — which may seem insignificant but, yes, that was considered as a win. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

“If there is, rest assured I’ll handle it from here on out,” Rossi was quick to wave off the unit chief’s responsibility from their current meeting, “Go on over to the meeting and fight for higher wage and if possible maybe aim for a fancier jet?” The rest of the team laughed at Rossi’s absurd and far-fetched request. With one final smirk, Hotch gathered all his belongings and nodded to them, “Best I can probably do is a bigger mini fridge.”

Chuckling at the rare times their unit chief cracked a joke, they all shook their heads as they watched their leader scurry off to go meet with the higher ups. Just as everyone was about to follow suit and leave the round table when Penelope held out her hands in a dramatic fashion, preventing the rest of the team from leaving their spots, “No one is lifting their cute butt until we discuss one important agenda – Hotch’s birthday is coming up soon.”

“And what exactly about it do we need to discuss, Garcia?” Emily wondered, for as far as she knew the man, he never was the type to make a huge fuss out of his birthday. Seemingly thinking the same, JJ nodded as she spoke up, “We all know how the last party that we threw out for him went, right? Like it was not some fever dream that I had?”

It was a few years back when the team decided to plan a mini-celebration for their leader; but much to everyone’s horror, it didn’t go well. A balloon popped out of nowhere which startled both Spencer who was carrying the cake and Y/N who was decorating the walls of their conference room, resulting into the decorated doctor mishandling the cake, leaving half of it devoured by the floor while the agent accidentally knocked on over two pitchers of juice right over the wrapped presents that the other members of the unit brought. The icing on the cake? Hotch walked right in the conference room a few seconds after the disaster commenced and sighed out as he quickly pieced together that this debacle was a result of his birthday. Even though he won’t admit it to himself , and most importantly to the team, his disappointed/annoyed look was just really a cover up to hide how adorable he thought Y/N looked when she smiled brightly — as if she was willing for the mishaps to go away — and extended her hands and said, “Surprise! Happy birthday, boss.”

“Maybe it’s not as bad? I mean, it’s not like he punished us that badly,” Spencer offered, Y/N nodded as she chuckled, “In my defence too, there is no reason for us to separate the gift table from the food and drink one.”

The team collectively laughed at how optimistic the two were, but the hesitation could still be felt around the team as voiced out by Derek, “But ultimately, I don’t think throwing a whole party, in general not just for Hotch, maybe too ambitious,” He threw in a sympathetic pout at Penelope’s way, “Even for the party-planning goddess like yourself, baby girl.”

“One, I do take offense in that,” Penelope said sternly as she swatted his extended hand, “And two, we still need to show him that we care about him and treasure him as our mighty leader!”

“What if we just book a restaurant somewhere? That way they can do the decorations for us and all we need to do is show up? There is absolutely no way we have an incident like the last time,” Reid proposed to which everybody nodded in agreement, finding no hole in his plan. 

“Oh I know which restaurant Hotch loves to go to,” Her mindless comment was met with smirks and teasing smiles which Y/N did not appreciate, “What? What are you guys looking at me for?”

“And how exactly do you know that?” Emily teased which was immediately backed up with Rossi’s jab, “Don’t tell us you guys went on a date without us knowing hm?”

Scoffing, she shook her head and clarified, “Or maybe I’ve babysat Jack enough times that sometimes they buy me dinner.” It was no secret among the team that ever since Y/N joined the team, she stepped up to lend Hotch a hand when it came to looking after Jack. It started when Jess had to go on a work trip and the unit chief brought his son to the office with him, the little ball of sunshine clicking instantly with the newest agent. Whether it was the way she was patient in teaching him new things that he was curious about, or the way she treated him with the utmost care and respect. And somewhere along taking care of Jack also mixed in with looking out for Hotch — by helping them prepare their meals for the day, helping Jack with his everyday routine, or even by spending time with the both of them on her day off. 

“Mhm, it’s just from babysitting Jack,” JJ also joined in on the teasing as she nudged her softly. Penelope was writing down what the whole team had agreed upon when her head shot up in shock, “We forgot about the tradition! Who’s gonna bring the cake for Hotch?”

Almost instantly, the rest of the team looked at Y/N with a grin which left the young agent confused, “What? Why are you all looking at me?”

“You know, typically the one who brings the cake for the celebrant is the one closest to or the most important to the celebrant,” Rossi winked at her. Not wanting to get her hopes despite the numerous hints that multiple members of the team has dropped, hinting that her affections weren’t one-sided as she suspected, she just rolled her eyes playfully, “Don’t you guys think that Jack is a tad bit too small to carry that big of a cake.”

“Not Jack, you dummy!” Morgan lightly flicked the back of her neck as she groaned when that spot was hit and was gonna appeal that maybe someone else could do it but as soon as Garcia put her pen down, everyone’s roles for this little gathering had been finalized, “Alright, so JJ is booking the venue, Rossi will keep Hotch occupied until we need to bring him to the restaurant, my lovely chocolate thunder and I will be taking care of the decorations so that there won’t be a repeat of last time,” A jesting glare was thrown at Reid’s way before she clarified, “While your brilliant brain will take care of sending out invitations to everyone.”

Everyone was nodding their heads, satisfied with their assignments when Y/N raised her hand up in curiosity, “Uh, hello? You kind of glossed over what I’d be doing for the party.” She was all the more confused when half the team smirked at her while the other half looked at her in disbelief. Garcia, bless her kind soul, did not have the time to fool around and instead took patience with the newest member of the BAU and clarified, “You, my lovely yet clueless little dove, will be baking and bringing the cake to Hotch.”

Just as she was about to speak up and contest it, Morgan jokingly teased as he wagged a finger at her, “Not buts there, missy. Have fun in the kitchen.” A slight pout was on her face when she realized that there was no way she could have weaseled her way out of this little arrangement. 

Deep in her thoughts, she failed to realize when Rossi slid near her, “You know, kid, this could be your grand gesture for Aaron. Let him know what you feel.”

With a sigh and a brave face on, she nodded to herself and stood up, “Alright! But if he doesn’t reciprocate them you will sign my transfer papers right?” Hiding her possible insecurity with light-hearted humor but it still didn’t settle any nerves within her. Rossi shook his head once more and patted her on the back, as if to let her know that she was worrying her head for nothing.

Upon returning back to her desk, she tried to distract herself by flipping through the pages of the reports that were assigned to her. After about an hour of mindless writing, she clicked her tongue and decided to look up some cake recipes. Just as she was about to be knee-deep in her search for a cake when she heard a little voice call out, “Y/N! Y/N!”

Swiveling her chair at the right time, she was able to open her arms wide and was able to engulf little Jack Hotchner into a hug as she greeted him, “Hey there, bud! Did your Aunt Jess drop you off?”

The boy nodded widely as he pointed at the approaching aunt who gave her a half hug, “Sure did! Buddy insisted that you were never too busy for him.”

“Because you’re my favorite and I’m your favorite Hotchner!” Jack squealed and her heart warmed and nodded as she ruffled his hair before grabbing her Jack kit which consisted of coloring books, paper, crayons and some markers and handed them to the little Hotchner, “Well that is certainly true! Why don’t you grab one of the chairs over there so you can go draw a picture, hm?”

The boy nodded and made his way through the other agents, saying his hello’s before asking them to borrow one of their chairs. Turning at Jess, she smiled at her, “I’m sorry to have to drop him off. It was a work emergency and I know for a fact that Aaron will be thrilled to see him.”

“Oh it’s all good, you know I don’t mind spending time with him,” She smiles as she watches the boy pitter excitedly beside her, “Oh which reminds me,we’re planning a small gathering for Hotch’s birthday coming up soon.”

Jess smiled at that but suddenly remembered something as she looked down at her watch, “I love that idea, we’ll talk about it more once I have the time but we’ll talk again okay? Bye Jack, be good.” With one last kiss to the top of his head, she waved goodbye and made her exit.

Smiling at the little man who was happily scribbling, just as she was about to continue on her scroll an idea popped into her head. She tapped Jack’s shoulder before showing her the different cake recipes that were on her screen, “Hey bud, you know how your dad’s birthday is coming up?”

The little boy nodded his head excitedly as he lifted the paper he was drawing on, “Mhm! I’m drawing him a picture for this picture book I’m making for him!” His excited chirp melted her heart once more as he leaned closer to share a possible secret surprise they could do for him, “Well I’ll tell you a secret, okay? Can you promise not to tell anyone — especially your dad?”

The boy put down his crayon with a serious look on his face, he held his pinky up to which she smiled as she tangled his pinky with his, “I pinky promise, miss Y/N!” At that, she pointed to the cakes on her screen, “You see, your Auntie Pen is planning a little birthday party for your dad; and she wants me to bake a cake for him. I’m gonna need your help choosing which cake to bake, okay?”

“Can I bake the cake with you?” He asked sweetly, wanting to make his dad’s birthday special while also enticed at the idea of having some sweets.Nodding her head after booping his nose, “We sure can do that, little buddy. How about I pick you up after school next week? That way we can bake the cake?”

Jack nods as he claps excitedly, “I can’t wait! We’re gonna have so much fun!” Just as she was about to get into further detail she could hear footsteps approaching — though unsure of to whom they belong to — she quickly closed the browser. “What are you so excited about, Jack?”

At the sound of Hotch’s voice, the duo turned around, trying to pass off a non-scheming team. Jack got off of the chair and jumped on his dad, the unit chief carrying him and pressing a loving kiss to his forehead, “Hi dad! Aunt Jess dropped so Miss Y/N is hanging out with me right now!”

The usually stern-looking boss was biting back a smile but ultimately made way into his soft lips, “And have you been behaving for both of them?” The boy nodded as he pointed to the art materials that were prepared for him, “Yes! I promised I’m being good,” Both Y/N and Jack knew that the little boy was so close to slipping up about how what he was currently drawing was something designed for his father. 

“Which reminds me, I was thinking maybe I can spend a day with Jack next week? I have a fun day lined up for him,” She tried to give an explanation that while vague could still provide sufficient enough details as to what their day would look like. Hotch thought about it, placing a hand on his hip, “I do have a short meeting that day, and it would be nice to give Jessica a break for a little.”

“See? Win-win! Plus, me and Jack need some little bonding time, Hotch,” She gently nudged his side which came as a surprise to the two of them, “I promise to give him back to you in one piece!”

Meanwhile the unit chief struggled to keep his composure; despite the fact that her hand briefly touched his sides, he could feel the warmth spreading all over him, causing him to be slightly flustered. With a warm smile, he nods, “I trust you completely, Y/L/N.”

Ruffling his son’s hair, he nodded his head to the direction of his office, “Buddy, once you’re done hanging out with Ms. Y/N you can come up to my office, okay?”

The boy then nodded with a toothy grin, “Okay daddy! I’ll knock on your door like we said.” Once Hotch walked away, the pair grinned excitedly amongst themselves, looking forward to making a cake for a special someone in their lives.

* “Now can I please add the chocolate chips and sprinkles?”

In all fairness, Jack has learned to space out when to ask. But once again, she shook her head as she was just at the final touches of piping the flavored whipped cream on the already scraped cake, she squeezed out the topping one more time before looking at Jack with a huge grin, “You can do it now, buddy! But remember, don’t add too much okay? We don’t want it to be super sweet!”

“But super sweet is the best!” Jack giggled as he began decorating the cake — he’d argue that this was way more fun than cracking eggs or mixing the ingredients together, perhaps because he got to snack on some of the toppings. 

Swiping some of the chocolate chips had Jack giggling too as he copied her, “I guess you’re right,” She got some of the leftover icing as she placed a dollop of it on his nose, “You are a super sweet boy, and you’re the best!”

That made the boy grin wide as he tried to reach for the whipped cream on his nose by extending his tongue, the scene being too hilarious for her not to giggle; she was in the middle of snapping a picture of Jack when he did the same to her and revelled at her shocked face.

“I had so much fun today, miss Y/N,” Jack sighs happily after he was all done with decorating the cake. Taking this as her cue to let the cake chill properly, she carried it into the fridge and poured him a glass of milk, “I’m glad to hear that, Jack. I like spending time with you too.”

“I wish you can live with us, so we can always do something fun everyday,” He added. And she could not prevent the wishful thinking about how she would love to live with him and the man she fell hopelessly in love with, she understood that he just loved her companion.

As she was starting to wash up the different utensils they had used — she was pleasantly surprised upon seeing how Jack tried to help on his on way by placing them on the sink that was half filled with water and dish soap, another reflection of how Hotch raised him well — when she joked, “I don’t think your dad will like knowing that we have way too much fun every time we hung out.”

Shaking his head allowed his blonde locks to stray away from the earlier perfectly combed bunch of hair, “He won’t think that! Daddy told me how much he likes it when you take care of me, and he likes whenever you come over and cook for us and eat with us!”

The boy’s revelation caused hope to, annoyingly, stir up within her once more. Hotch really thought that? She had to bite down her tongue to prevent the smile that was making its way to her lips as she put on an exaggerated thinking face which once more caused the boy to giggle, “Then I guess I’m stuck with a couple of Hotchner boys, hm?”

“Your Hotchner boys, Y/N!” Jack cheered as he threw his hands up in the air in delight. She could only shake her head as she wiped Jack’s milk mustache with a napkin as she willed her imagination to not wander too far into what she wishes her relationship could be like with the said Hotchner boys; instead remaining grateful for what they already shared.

*

“Okay everybody, Rossi just texted me and said that they were a good 10 minute away so is everything ready?” Penelope was frantically walking around the reserved function room they had rented and was looking expectantly at each member to provide updates on their assigned tasks.

Derek sent everyone an “I got this glance” — which the rest of the team very much appreciated — before heading his way to Penelope, gently massaging her shoulders and whispering cooly in her ear, “Mama, calm down. Everyone’s here, no decorations popped or fell down, food’s hot and ready, everything is perfect; just like you are, of course.”

“Oh my love,” Penelope smiled as she gently stroked his cheek, “Thank you for all your help.” The sight caused Y/N to shake her head as she spoke, “As cute as they are with their banter, it’s way too cheesy for me.”

Jess chuckled as she took a sip of her wine, “Agreed, you’d think they were a married couple or something.” When they were planning this little party for their unit chief, there was no doubt that they would be inviting his sister-in-law. Not only is she the other primary caretaker of Jack, but she also provided the family and warmth he was looking for. “I heard you and Jack baked a cake for Aaron?”

“We did,” She nodded towards the cake that was sitting in the middle of the table, “Little man helped in a lot of ways, even helped me wash the dishes, you know.” Jess smiled at that, remembering when she was told she wouldn’t have to look after Jack since he would be taken care of by one of his agents.

“He really likes you, you know,” Jess mentioned and her mind went to Jack who was playing with Henry and a smile made its way to her lips as she mused, “Jack’s a sweet kid. Always so kind and warm to others. I know I may not have met Haley but I can see how much care and love she gave him, the both of them.”

No matter how many times Jess has heard people talk about Haley, it will never fail to make her feel a pang of hurt; but what comes quickly after that hurt is joy — joy in knowing how she touched and shaped the lives of others, Jack’s and Aaron’s the most. “That was a sweet sentiment, but I wasn’t talking about Jack.”

It was now Y/N’s turn to be confused as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Jess who was chuckling softly at her expression, “I was talking about Aaron.”

“Hotch?” She squeaked a little louder than expected because everyone frantically looked at the door and was surprised to not find the man there to which she clarified, “Sorry! We were just talking, didn’t mean for it to be a bit loud.”

Once the laughter in the room died down, Jess then nodded to answer her question, “Like I said, I was referring to Aaron. He really likes you.” That however did not clarify things for her, instead making her all the more baffled. “Well I suppose it makes sense; I haven’t really been doing anything reckless or indifferent to following his orders. That, and I have been helping him out with Jack.”

When Jess shook her head, her blonde curls moved with her which made her see how Jack resembled the Brooks side before she spoke again, “Maybe that too. But I spoke to him recently and he mentioned how grateful he was to have you in Jack’s life, as well as his. And I agreed, saying how lighter and happier he seems because of you.”

She was rendered speechless as Y/N did not have a clue how to respond to that. She did not want to seem like she was overstepping her bounds or making room for herself in their lives so she replied, “I’m touched that he thinks so, but I don’t know. I don’t wanna assume anything or make them feel uncomfortable or even you. ‘Cause it might feel weird to see me caring for Jack or something.”

Before she could fully delve deep into her insecurities and worries, Jess gently stroked her forearm and smiled, “I know Haley, and she would take comfort in the fact that you love and care for her boys the same way she does, she did. You may not see it, but you’re family to them, to me.”

Her words warmed her heart and she had to blink back her tears from falling as she lovingly squeezed back Jess’ hand and returned the smile but just as she was about to speak Penelope excitedly shrieked, “Okay they’re on their way! Y/N have the cake ready! Someone please dim the lights.”

“We’ll talk more later,” Y.N hurried out as Spencer was scrambling to dim the lights in the hall they were in. Jack ran to the agent when he saw that she was lighting the candles in the cake, “Y/N can I hold the cake too?”

“If you want to hold the cake you need to stand still on this chair,” As soon as she slid the chair, Jack stood up tall and proud as he held out his hands, “I’m gonna need you to have steady hands, okay bud? We don’t want the cake we worked hard on to fall, right?”

“Right!” Came his reply. It did not take more than a two minutes when Rossi and Hotch walked in, “Dave if this is one of your other blind dates I am telling you right now it won’t work.”

Just as Hotch finished his sentence he was greeted with wide smiles and cheers as Spencer turned the lights back on and everyone yelled, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

The team were graced with a wide smile on their unit chief’s face as he was clearly pleased that this party did not end up like the last one. As he walked more towards the guests, his smile widened even more upon seeing the cake being held by Jack and Y/N. “Happy birthday, daddy! Make a wish!”

Standing right in front them, he took in their excited grins and smiled at Jack, “Okay bud,” He looked at Jack, thinking about how all he wished was for his son to remain safe so he could grow up to whatever he wants to be; his eyes then drifted over to Y/N — whose eyes were surprised seeing him focus intensely on her — and thought about how he wished to have her presence, comfort, and love all the time. Closing his eyes, he blew on the candle which prompted more cheers by everyone.

From there on, everything seemed like a blur since the rest of the team busied themselves by sharing laughter and stories in between bites of their meal. Throughout the night, both Hotch and Y/N kept stealing glances from each other as they were delighted upon seeing the other relax. When everyone was all done with their dinner, it came time to eat the cake. As Jack was helping Hotch cut the cake and distribute it to everyone Aaron inquired, “Is this what you and Y/N did the other day? You bake a cake?”

The boy grinned excitedly as he handed a slice to Henry and JJ, “We did bake it, dad! Did you like it? What does it taste like?” Once they cut a piece for themselves after they had given all of their guests one, Aaron fished for a piece on his mouth before feeding Jack a piece, “It tastes really good, Jack! You did great!”

Beaming at his father’s praise, he hugged him tight saying, “I’m glad you liked it dad,” He looked up at him with his puppy dog eyes and sweetly asked, “Can I have some more cake, please?” Hotch chuckled as he handed the plate to his son, “Don’t eat too fast or too much, okay? We don’t want a tummy ache now do we?” The boy nodded as he made his way over to Henry, presumably to talk more about dinosaurs.

With a shake of his head, Hotch then spotted Y/N who seemed to be having a talk with Jess, sighing shakily, he then decided to make his way over to her. Jess spotted him first and excused herself from the conversation. Shock replaced her momentary confusion when Hotch took the side beside her, “Hey, birthday boy. How’s it going?”

“It’s going good, and I think I have you to thank for that,” Came his smooth reply which flustered her as she was quick to clarify, “Oh Penelope was the main mastermind for this. So you have her to thank — or reprimand, but hopefully you won’t do that. Jack and I just baked the cake, you know.”

“And it’s very good,” He said after taking one more bite before placing the plate of cake on the table in front of them, “I wonder what’s your special ingredient?”

Amused with how her usually-seen stern boss was leading a light conversation, which was further emphasized with how a smile ghosted over his lips and not a frown, she decided to ride along with it by replying, “Well Jack’s enthusiasm did help, but really it’s nothing a little vanilla extract can’t make better.”

Another hearty chuckle rumbled from his chest as he said, “You need to stop selling yourself short, you know? You’re great.” The heat was unpreventable from spreading throughout her face. As she simply crossed her legs and shrugged, unsure of what to say, “Well so are you. Everyone in this room can attest to how great you are — whether as a father, unit chief, or you know, a friend.”

It was now his turn to blush slightly as he looked at her sincerely and thought about how he wants to lead their conversation, “And is that all that you think of me? Nothing more than that?”

“Would you fire me if I were ever too honest with you? Like on a personal level?”

Though she knew that her remark was meant to be taken playfully but could sense her hesitation and to help appease her he helped out for her hand and led them over to a secluded part of the restaurant. Pleased with the way his hand enveloped and radiated warmth over hers, she looked at him with an intensity she had never seen before, “One of the things I admire most about you is how you speak your mind; sure this is useful during cases and briefs but it’s different on a personal level. So, please, whatever you wish to say, just say it.”

She thought about it for a second, thought about the possible outcome her action or words may arise; and came to the conclusion that it was better to risk rather than regret so with a trembling breath she breathed out, “I like you, Aaron. For the longest time I tried to think that maybe it was just admiration? But it was more than that,” In a surprising surge of confidence she held his hands in hers and kissed his knuckles, “I liked that you were this tough person who still sees the good in others. Being in your presence radiates warmth and joy,” Perhaps they were both thinking the same thing, that it’s funny how he radiated joy when he rarely smiled, “I, I could go on and on about how much you mean to me, but I’m hoping that maybe this could be the start of me expressing what I feel for you? Only if you would let me, of course.”

The unit chief took in her nervous expression which to him was utterly adorable before smiling at her, “Have I ever mentioned how adorable you are?”

“No, not really, it hasn’t exactly come up in between cases,” She humored him as she still nervously wondered what was going on in his mind. “I’ll cut you a deal then — how about we remind each other how much we mean to one another?”

Taking a step closer so their fronts were touching and they could take it in everything about each other smiled, “I like the sound of that. Does that mean we’re seeing each other now?”

Wanting to make it clear for her, he untangled their hands delicately on her cheeks to pull her in, letting their lips collide softly; her hands rested on his arms to anchor herself with the intensity in which he kissed her. She could feel the relief and  delight spread to her and wishing to share it with him by fervently pressing her lips into his as she smiled into the kiss and let out a whimper when he gently bit her bottom lip. 

Snapping them back to reality was the sound of some yelling — that thankfully, did not sound urgent — they both parted ways yet still remained pressed against each other as they focused on steadying their breathing, “Can I take you out tomorrow on a date?”

Smiling at his polite question, she nodded and smiled, “I would love that, Aaron.” He pressed one last kiss to her lips before taking a step back to just look at her beautiful features before speaking, “That sounds perfect then. I’ll ask Jess if she can watch Jack.”

“How about for one of our other dates, we can take Jack too? So he doesn’t feel like he’s left out or so he can, you know, gradually get used to us.”

At that Aaron could feel his heart warm up at the thought of why he admired her, because she always looks after his son. He nods and places his hand behind her back, guiding her back in the function hall, “God, as if you couldn't be any perfect.”

Just as she was about to ask him what he meant she was interrupted by the teasing and cheers of the team who were delighted to see that the two agents now had some sort of deeper relationship. Hotch decided to give them a pass for the teasing, deciding that celebrating another year of life with Jack and his family; and even better he finally landed the person of his dream 

[lovelyspring7]

White Pearl | Yandere JJK x Reader

Summary: You’ve been working as a stripper for a month until billionaire Jeon Jungkook suddenly takes an interest in you, actually maybe too much of an interest…

Word count: 4k

Genre: Yandere, sugar daddy au

Pairing: CEO Sugar daddy Jungkook x stripper sugar baby reader, short mentions of Cha Eunwoo & Jung Jaehyun.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, abuse of power, fight scene, non consensual touching, mentions of a dead father.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: Okay I’m really proud of how this turned out! I really hope you enjoy reading it and share feedback!☺️💜

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In three days, Jeon Jungkook will become the heir of his deceased father’s successful real estate company. Jungkooks fate was written from the moment he was born, it was only a matter of time before it happened. The old man had it coming, drinking aged scotch and smoking the finest Cuban cigars since he could remember.

Jungkook has never been close with his parents. He despised them. His parents wanted nothing to do with him, his only purpose was to take over his father’s company, and Jungkook knew that. That’s why he wasted no time trying to get closer to his parents. It was no use. They made that very clear when they sent 7-year-old Jungkook to a prestigious boarding school with other rich snobs.

Although, being an only child, rich and privileged. All he had to do was to snap his fingers and he’d get what he wanted almost immediately.

The newest expensive car? Check.

Private jets? Check.

Luxury real estate? Check.

You could say he had it all, at least the materialistic stuff.

“I’m sorry for your loss Ms. Jeon,” Eunwoo said, greeting Jungkook’s mother.

“Thank you Eunwoo, Jungkook’s in there.” She said, slightly smiling. Not seeming bothered by her husband's death.

“Hey Kook, how are you holding up? Your mom seems fine.” Jaehyun said, putting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder in a comforting manner.

Jaehyun along with Eunwoo have been his only friends since boarding school. All 3 shared similar backgrounds, it was obvious that they were gonna be good friends.

“I’m fine, I think she’s okay too.”

It was true, his father’s death didn’t affect them emotionally as much as it should’ve. It’s messed up really, and he knew it too.

“So how much did you inherit exactly?” Eunwoo asked.

“A lot.” Jungkook laughed, “Hey how about I treat you guys to a drink.”

“Sure, or we could go to the club? There’s this new strip club, who knows what the girls will do for just a few bucks.” Jaehyun asked, raising his eyebrow.

“You want me to go to a strip club the same day my father’s funeral was held?” Jungkook asked, offended.

“I’m in.” He quickly agreed.

“Alright! Be there by 11 and bring a lot of cash.” Eunwoo cheered, grabbing Jaehyun on his way out.

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“You're late.” Your co-worker Bora said, reapplying her cherry red lipstick.

“Yeah, I had to send in my assignment early today.” You said, taking off your jacket and stripping down.

It’s been a month since you started working as a stripper at Black Pearl Club. You had originally applied to work as a bartender at the club but didn’t get the job. So to pay off your student debt faster and the rent this month, you decided that temporarily working as a stripper wouldn’t be so bad. Just until you graduate college you thought.

“Okay well hurry up and get ready, it’s getting really busy out there.”

“I know I’m almost done. Just need five minutes.” You said putting on your pink glitter stripper heels and quickly doing your makeup.

“Omg!!”

“What?!” You yelled at Bora, startled by her sudden shouting.

“It’s freaking Jeon Jungkook.” She said, peeping out the door.

“Who?” You asked, genuinely confused about who she's talking about.

“You can't be serious? Jeon Jungkook, the heir to Jeon Real Estate.” She said, pushing down her top a bit to show more cleavage.

“Look! He brought Cha Eunwoo and Jung Jaehyun. Okay, I’m going out there and you better hurry before the girls claim them.” She said, leaving to approach both of the two guys she mentioned.

Successfully snatching both of them. Wow, the power of Bora you thought.

Taking a last glance at yourself in the mirror, you walk out of the dressing room and start dancing to the music playing. Still being very new at this, you don’t attract a lot of attention. Intimidated by the other strippers, you try to stay low. Meaning sitting on people's lap, feeding them shots, letting them feed you shots. You’d occasionally go on the pole, but on busy days like this, you tend to stay away and let the pros do their thing.

“How did you even become a stripper?” A voice spoke out, loud enough for you to hear.

“Excuse me?” You said, turning around to the bastard that said that.

“I mean, look at you. You don’t belong here.” He said, smirking while eyeing you up and down.

“Listen, sir, I don’t know what kind of sick role play you’re into. But I’m leaving.” You spat, rolling your eyes at the freak.

“Wait, hold on.” He said, stopping in front of you.

“What?”

“I’ll pay 100 bucks in you sit on my lap.”

“Only by sitting on your lap?” You asked, skeptical by his offer.

“Just like I said, Princess.” He said, holding his hand out, waiting for you to grab it.

You reach your hand out to hold his as he leads you to a private VIP room. The room is very well decorated, the walls are painted in a matt black color, the velvet furniture, chandler, red led lights, and the strip pole in the middle of the room give it a very seductive and a sensual vibe.

No wonder why the room is so expensive, you have to preorder it days before. Now knowing he’s loaded because he just offered 100 bucks for you to sit on his lap. You started to think maybe you should’ve been nicer to him before.

He sits down on the velvet armchair, making himself comfortable as he sits you down on his lap. Puts his one hand on your right thigh and the other on your waist. Not knowing what to do with your arms, you gently wrap both of them around his neck. Takes a second to admire his features. He wasn’t ugly he was rather handsome. His tattoos and piercings make him look a bit imitating at first, but taking a closer look at his face, all you could see are those pretty doe-looking eyes and his cupid bow-shaped light pink lips.

“Like what you see.” He said, smirking. Knowing damn well you did.

Embarrassed that he caught you staring at him.

“It’s not ugly.” You admitted. He slightly grinned at your comment, “So, what brought you to work as a stripper?” He asked, scrunching his eyebrows together and tilting his head to the side.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You sighed. “The rent is not gonna pay on its own, and neither will the student debt.” You said avoiding his eyes and biting your bottom lip. A habit you’ve always had when you get nervous.

You couldn’t see it, but you felt his aroused stare on you. You felt a slight shiver down your spine as you glanced down at your hands, thinking how much longer you must sit on his lap.

“You’re more of a white pearl.” He finally spoke up, changing the topic all of the sudden.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you remind me of innocence, purity, and beauty.” He explained in a charming tone, pulling you closer to himself as he brought his hand underneath your chin, slightly tilting your face up to meet his.

“I watched you the whole time you know, clearly you’re not cut out for this.” He said grinning.

“Give me a break, I've been here for a week.” You lied, feeling embarrassed.

“Hmm right, how about I make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“What would that offer be?”

“Be my escort.”

“Okay bye,” You said trying to get up from his lap but his hand on your waist prevented you from being even able to get up.

“Easy baby. Don’t worry, I’m not talking about that kind of escort. Think of it more like a sugar baby.” He said, caressing your thigh.

“I’ll take you to parties, spoil you with gifts. I’ll even pay you a thousand dollars for each hour you spend with me.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Something tells me you’d seem fun to spoil.”

Thinking of the condition you’re in, it couldn’t get any worse. You already have another part-time job at the cafe that’s been kicking your ass as well. Sure it wouldn’t hurt to go to a few parties with him…

“Fine, but I’m not doing anything more than what I’m doing now.”

“Very well, I’ll pick you up by 5 tomorrow to discuss some rules that I have of my own.”

“Rules? What rules?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

He said, taking a card out from his front pocket, it seems to be some kind of business card along with a 100-dollar bill. He gently squeezed your thigh, “Just as I promised, see you, tomorrow princess.” He said, giving you the card with the bill, taking a last look at you before leaving you in the room feeling dumbfounded. You look at the card, it was black with gold engravings, along with his contact information. You read the name on the card, “Jeon Jungkook,” you muttered. No freaking way, the guy Bora was talking about earlier?

Now, this was your chance, if he’s loaded like Bora mentioned, then you could easily get your life together and not live in debt. Sure it’s not ideal, but it’s better than any other solution you had left.

﹉﹉﹉

You had just finished your lecture and were ready to leave campus to your home building. Feeling tired from not getting enough sleep from your busy work and school schedules. You rub your eye with your palm to try to stay awake, as soon as your vision sets you spot a black Bugatti parking in the nearby campus parking lot. The person getting out was none other than Jeon Jungkook. He looked a bit more casual than he did yesterday, yesterday he was wearing a classic suit with a tie. Today he wore a black silk-like blouse tucked into his pants with a black blazer, and to top it off, some silver piercings and a chain around his neck.

He walked up the stairs and greeted you with a smile “You ready?”

“How’d you know where I go to school?” You wondered.

“I have my ways” he smirked, reaching his hand out for you the second time this week. Rolling your eyes at his reply, you grab his tattooed hand. You could feel people staring at you, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel embarrassed, uncomfortable, or anxious. You felt safe. Still holding your hand, Jungkook opened the car's front door, helping you get in.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

The car ride was mostly quiet, thankfully he had put the radio on for you. It wasn’t long until you reached the destination, you knew it the moment you saw a huge tall building, one you couldn’t even imagine existed.

He parks the car and helps you out, next thing you know you’re standing next to Jungkook as he types in the code to enter his apartment. You couldn’t help but mildly widen your eyes when he opened the door to his penthouse. Amazed by how beautiful and big his apartment was, “Like what you see so far?” He smiled amused, putting his hand on your back and guiding you to what looked to be his office. You sit down on the other side of the desk, “So, where were we, baby?” He said taking out some paperwork from a file.

“You said you had some rules?”

“Right, they’re not hard to follow so it should be okay princess.” He said, giving you a paper with the rules written on it.

Rule number 1:

Until the contract expires, you’ll be living with Jungkook.

“What?!”

“Hm? What’s a wrong babe?”

“I can’t live here!”

“Why not?”

“I have my apartment, and it’s too far away from school and my jobs.”

“About that, you no longer work there. I mailed both the cafe and strip club, you quit a few hours ago.”

This bastard-

“And you have a chauffeur from now on. You didn’t think you’d be working there while being with me? It would be too stressful for you so I took care of it.” He simply said like it was no big deal, further pissing you off.

“Yes but…ugh never mind. But I’m sleeping on my bed.” You demanded.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

Rule number 2:

Jungkook will pick out your clothing.

“Really? Rule number 2.” You said, not slightly amused.

“Well, I have to make sure I take good care of you don’t I.” He said, grinning.

Fair enough, you thought.

Rule number 3

Always let Jungkook where you are at all times.

Reading all the rules, which was 3 in total. It didn’t seem so bad. So you agreed, signing the contract in a heartbeat. Later, Jungkook showed you around the penthouse, after all, your stuff arrives at his house, you unpack and get settled into your current home.

Jungkook had told you about a party tomorrow night. It was a celebration because he would take over his deceased father’s company.

And now, you’re currently sitting at the dining table, with Jungkook sitting at the other end as you guys eat dinner cooked by a professional chef. You weren’t gonna lie, it was the best meal you’ve ever eaten. Devouring almost all of your food, you finally dared to ask him about his father.

“You said something about your father passing away? I’m sorry, it must’ve been tough.” You said, giving him a weak smile.

His expression changed almost immediately as he stopped chewing for a moment, he had this cold look in his eyes. Almost like I had mentioned an enemy. He takes a sip of the red wine before speaking. “Don’t be, the old man had it coming.” He said in an emotionless tone. Clearing up his throat, “We should get ready for bed, we’ll have a long day tomorrow.” He said, whipping his mouth with the napkin. Not needing to ask further questions, you quickly understood what kind of relationship he had with his father. Almost feeling bad for him, you agreed and went to wash up in your room.

“Princess, may I come in?” Jungkook asked,

“Yeah it’s fine, come in!” You shouted from the bathroom as you turned off the hairdryer.

“I brought you a gift.” He said, placing the large gift box on the dresser.

Excited to see what his first gift was, you pull the string of the white ribbon and open the box. Not sure of what it is, you take it out.

It was the most stunning red dress you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t help but to slightly open your jaw, amazed by how beautiful it was.

“I’m guessing you like it?”

“I love it.”

“There’s more.” He said excitedly, taking out a small jewelry box, you opened the box in his hands, and inside it was a simple yet stunning white pearl necklace.

He gently grabs your waist, turning you to the mirror as he moves your hair to the side, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror, he successfully puts on the necklace. He doesn’t let go, instead, he just stands there, still holding you as he admires all of you.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He whispered in your ear.

You swallow harshly before speaking up. “We should go to bed.” You said in a low voice. As soon as you said that, he slowly let go of you, “You’re right, tell me if you need anything.” He said, looking almost embarrassed, wishing you a good night before closing the bedroom door.

﹉﹉﹉

Weeks had gone by, and everything was going great. Jungkook kept his word and he even sent you more money than he had promised you, plus the expensive gifts you’ve been receiving every day.

He was also getting less of a jerk compared to the night you first met. As each day went by, he was getting more and more caring and affectionate. For example, he’d visit you from his busy schedule during your school breaks to have lunch together to make sure you ate, and he’d often compliment you on how astonishing and pretty you are. He’d spend more quality time with you alone and not with other people, preferring to spend time with only you doing various fun activities you never thought you’d have the chance to. Turns out you had some things in common, you both preferred to stay home, watching old movies and stuffing your faces with food.

You arrive at Jungkook's penthouse late from school, and you see another gift placed on your bed. You squeal, excited to see what he had gotten you this time. You open the gift and inside is another dress to die for, but also a small white note.

Wear this tonight Beautiful and be ready by 7.

- Love, Jungkook

Putting the breathtaking dress on, you stop to look at yourself in the mirror and wonder what Jungkook exactly sees in you to think that you’re so beautiful. Taking a last glance, you can’t help but think how different everything would’ve been if you hadn’t worked as a stripper 2 months ago and met Jungkook. Trying to find the right heels for your dress, you heard knocking on the door. “Come in,” you say whilst sitting on the bed to put your shoes on.

“Are you ready? Oh here let me help.” He said, taking the shoes from your hand. Kneeling, he put your foot on his thigh as he gently slid on one heel after the other.

”Come on baby, I have a surprise.” He said opening the door for you. As mentioned before, Jungkook had become more affectionate. The whole car ride, Jungkook had put one hand on your thigh while driving, caressing it soothingly and delicately. You didn’t mind as it made you feel calm and safe.

Arriving at the location, it seemed like it was a dinner surprise at a very fancy restaurant. Standing outside of the building, you start to feel a little unsettled, Jungkook notices and walks next to you offering you his arm which you gladly take as you walk in together.

“This is very nice, thank you Jungkook.”

“It is my pleasure, expect more of these in the future Princess.”

“Welcome to Jungsik, I’ll be taking your order tonight.” The waiter said, turning to you as he smiled waiting for you to order.

“Thank you, I’ll have the-“

“Wait, I’m sorry, you look familiar?”

“Oh, I do?” You said anxiously.

You could see Jungkook trying to hold back, poking his tongue into his cheek, slowly curling his hand into a fist.

“Right! You’re one of the strippers at Black Pearl Club! Shit you looked so hot in-“

“Okay, that’s it!” Jungkook yelled, grabbing the guy by his collar, ready to grow the punch “Jungkook stop!” You yelled, looking at him terrified.

Jungkook turned his head to stare at you, breathing heavily through his nose, aggressively letting go of the trembling guy that was trying to catch his breath.

“Come on baby we’re leaving.” He quickly said grabbing your wrist while shooting daggers with his eyes at the waiter.

You were shit scared, never have you seen him like this. Sure he could be a teasing jerk sometimes but on no occasion have you seen him like this. It was as if he wasn’t there at all, if you hadn’t stopped him from beating that guy up things could’ve ended badly. The car ride back home was silent, he was driving home so fast you were surprised the cops didn’t stop you guys.

“I have some paperwork to take care of. You can get ready for bed, okay princess.” He said, smiling weakly.

Not knowing what to say and frankly too shaken up from the incident, you just nod. Done preparing, you sit in your pajamas not wanting the night to end the way it did. After all that happened today, you wanted to make sure that Jungkook was at least okay. You tiptoe on the cold tile, ready to knock on the slightly ajar door.

“Yes, Son Jiho, at Jungsik restaurant. Take care of it, I want him gone for good.” Jungkook said, speaking through gritted teeth. Hanging up, a cruel smug smile formed on his face as he took a deep breath in, chuckling at the thought of that man’s death.

You stood there frozen with your eyes widened, your heart started beating fast and your chest felt tight. You finally took a step back, trying to recollect yourself. You quickly hurry back into your room, standing there for a second before quickly packing your old back bag. You had enough cash to get away from that crazy bastard. Packing all the necessities, you quickly got changed into some of the other clothes you still had left from before. Slightly opening the bedroom door, you peek to see if he was there. The lights were all turned off which meant he had gone to bed, carefully closing the door, you tiptoed to the front door. You type in the code but it won't open, you blame the dark so you try to type it again.

“Princess?” You heard his voice call through the dark. You slowly turn around to face him.

“Where are you off to so late at night?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“I forgot my book at the library the other day and I need it.” You said, trying to sound as casual and calm as possible.

“Oh really? So you didn’t happen to overhear me in the office earlier.”

He knows.

He started walking even closer to you, trapping you in the corner of the room.

You could feel his breathing down your neck. Swallowing harshly before speaking up. “W- what happened to him?”

“Oh you don't have to worry about that baby” he cooed, “but if you must know.” He said, looking into your eyes, as he gently stroked your cheek.

“He’s in a better place now.” He said, smirking.

Too scared to move away, you closed your eyes trembling out of fear. How did you get yourself into this mess?

“Enough about him. You weren’t leaving me, now were you baby?”

“No.” You whisper, lying through your teeth.

He exhaled out, relieved, “Oh thank god, my good girl wouldn’t leave me, not that you could anyways.” He said smiling, holding your face with both his hands, admiring your features.

“What?”

“The moment you signed that contract you were officially mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat, trying to get away from him, “What? No Jungkook I-“

“I’m the only one that can look after you! Hell, I was the only one who helped you when you needed it the most! You need me!” He yelled as he got frustrated.

He tried to take a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. “All, you need to know is that you’re mine, I’m not ever letting you go ever and the sooner you accept that, the better it will be for you.” He said, forcing a smile.

“Do you understand?” He asked.

You slowly nodded.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you?” He asked again, trying to catch your gaze.

“I understand.” You choked out.

“Ohh there’s my good girl.” He softened, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You must be tired huh baby?” He said frowning, letting go of your face as he held your hand instead.

“Come on baby, let’s go to our room and get ready for the night.”

[raffe156]

Between a rock and a hard place

Just gonna go for it an post what I’ve written haha!

I’ve done my best with spelling an if you lot like it let me know I have a plot for this I promise 🤣

Feedback welcome 💖

Stake out

Pairing - Price X Reader X Ghost

Summary - MI6 agent handler/ field agent is on a stake out recon mission with the one and only Captain John Price, who she has had dealings with back when she was in training - they are holed up in dingy hotel in Mexico - Tensions rise and it gets heated between the two in more ways than one - Bravo 6 didn’t go dark - Ghost enjoys the show.

Warnings - Smut (18+) consensual non con, Voyeurism, Language, Age gap Price (47) reader (28) Dom!Price, Brat!Reader, comms not closed, Sir kink, praise kink, Degradation kink, Spitting, fingering, double penetration implied, Hair pulling, Oral (M + F receiving), Smoking, spanking, mentions of younger reader (Nothing too bad)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters 

Mexico City 01:00am

You lay on the poor excuse of a bed looking up at the damp ceiling of the dingy hotel your were camped out in counting the spots of mould and wondering how on earth you had ended up on a recon mission with the 141 in Mexico. Not only that but you were holed up with Captain John Price of all people.

Ghost and Soap where set up in the apartments facing your room only a few feet keeping your balconies from joining, but due to your ranking you had to be supervised and your boss didn’t trust any of the other men alone with you that an she knew you could be hot headed and you liked to talk back.

You and Price had met before years back when you were in the academy at just 17 you thought you had it all brains, wit, charm, but your bad attitude held you back. The training base was occupied briefly by the 141 - Price was often asked to consult on some of the training scenarios as always you thought you had it all figured out which always resulted with Price in your face gun fingers to your temple “Bang your dead - your inside man is dead, Mission failed (Y/L/N)” he seen how cocky you where and he hated it, you felt he wanted to tear you down from the start. But despite all the nay sayers you graduated and was now one of the top Agent handlers and SIS agents in your age group albeit revered as a back talker.

So when you got the summons for this mission you where filled with dread when His name was read out in the brief. “Ma’am surely I can do the recon on my own, I’ve proven myself before..I don’t need a babysitter” you forgot yourself and was bluntly corrected by your Chief.

So here you were day 2 and you already wanted the mission to be over, you were broken out of your dismal day dream to the crackle of the comms in your ear - it was Soap - “Captain, question?”

“What is it Soap?“- Price said taking a drag of his ever present cigar.

“What’s the going rate for babysitting these days?“- Soap asked.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at Price, who was already glaring at you from the busted couch.

“Think your funny McTavish? Well ill tell you what it ain’t nearly enough” - He said exhaling thick smoke that clouded his face.

“I’m more than happy to take over Captain, think I could teach her a thing or two send her over here”- Ghost chimed in.

Price stood up laughing an walked over to the open balcony - he was in civilian clothes, still cargo pants and t-shirt but not his usual cargo pants, bullet vest and Boonie hat. He placed his hand above to lean on the frame and looked down on to the busy street below.

“I’m sure you could Ghost, but if you remember correctly this one could do with a muzzle and a firm hand, serious discipline issue I’m telling you”- he said as he dipped his head under his arm to look over at you, you noticed he was smirking you could just make it out under his thick facial hair.

Your blood was boiling and he knew it he could see it on your face. He was enjoying this.

“I can work with that, I like a challenge you know me guv I reckon I could get her in line” - Ghost taunted you.

“I know you do Mate, I know you do”- Price shook his head and laughed.

They were mocking you , talking about you as if you weren’t even there how dare they. Your heckles where up now and you needed to say something or else they would keep talking about you like a silly little girl.

“You wouldn’t know where to start Riley” - You spat as you sat up adjusting the stupid sundress you had to wear to blend in an look like a tourist, you looked out into the pitch black room a facing yours hoping he was in there.

Price looked at you stunned by your clear disobedience by calling Ghost by his surname.You’d done it now.

“Ohh I can assure you I would, in fact I could name a few places I would start with…” - Ghost was cut off by Price.

“Easy Ghost……Honestly (Y/L/N) your lucky you were barely legal at that academy or else I would have put you over my knee and shown your arse my palm an I’m sure Ghost wouldn’t of minded given me a helping hand with that would you mate?” -He said this while relighting his cigar.

“I would of been more than happy to help teach her a lesson Captain” - Ghost growled down the comms line in your ear making it feel like he was right behind you.

“Listen darling, your not cut out for this world, your mouth gets you into far too much trouble” - Price was stood in the middle of the room.

You were furious you skin was alight, but something was stirring in your core the thought of their hands on you Teaching you a lesson it pulled on something deep with you and that scared you, but they had pushed you too far now.

“You know what Price…Fuck you, I’m tired of taking your shit, talking to me like I’m playing special agent…I Am a fucking special agent the best in her fucking field and don’t you forget that you old fuck! And as for you Riley…” - you turned to look out over at the adjacent apartment where you knew Ghost was posted you could just make out the White of his signature skull mask in the shadow of the darkened room.

“Get a grip and take the fucking mask off did no one tell you its only halloween once a year you muppet” - You where on a roll now, on fire, unaware Price had made his way over to you in two strides.

The next thing you knew you were slammed up by your throat and pushed onto the bedside table back pushed right up to the wall. Price blew smoke out of his nose which was inches away from your own. You tried to focus and take in what had just happened but his face was too close. You then realise his grip was getting tighter around your neck, but that wasn’t what concerned you it was his right hand that had a good grip of the top of your thigh, he slid his thumb under the thin fabric of your underwear finding you soaked. He looked down and chuckled.

“That shut you up didn’t it love?” - He pulled his thumb back out and released his grip of your throat. Stepping back he sucked your wetness of his thumb.

“You where right Ghost……tastes just like Honey” - Price smirked dropping his arms either side of him.

“Told yah…” - Ghost sighed.

You were in utter shock at not only what had just took place but also how wet you were. The loud street below snapped you out of your daze and you became embarrassingly aware that Soap may of seen what happened but you knew Ghost definitely witnessed it. For a split second you thought when had they discussed how you might taste?

Price was staring at you his eyes fixed on your every move, you were going nowhere unless he said so. He turned around an placed his cigar in an ash tray on the side board.

“Now be a good girl and come ere” - He motioned you with his hand.

But when you didn’t move he bounded over and grabbed you by the back of your neck marching you over to the couch.

“On your knees……NOW!” - He shouted shoving you down in front of the couch he placed himself in front of you, unbuckling his belt and shimming his pants down just past his hips, you could see how hard he was behind his tight boxers.

“Now are you going to be a good girl?” - He asked caressing you cheek. You looked up at him and turned to look over to where Soap and Ghost were, you caught a glimpse of movement in the dark Ghost was shifting about. You knew he was watching you, Fuck it you thought lets give him a show. You looked up at Price and nodded.

“Yes sir” - you whispered look up from under you lashes.

This took Price by surprise he thought he was going to have to work a lot harder to get you to submit, but he was taking your sudden obedience with a pinch of salt he knew you had more fight in you, but he was going to put you in your place either way.

“Sir?……I like that, Good girl, now open your mouth” - he said waiting for you to do as you were instructed. Once your mouth was open enough he gripped your jaw and placed his thumb on your tongue holding it down. With his other hand he pulled his cock out, it was thick and panic flashed across your face, Price noticed the fear in your eyes and it made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Head back now” - He tilted you head back thumb still on your tongue with was writhing around causing something in him to stir wildly. He leaned down slightly and spat in your mouth making it even wetter, you felt your underwear become slick and you pushed you thighs tight together. He slowly guided his cock into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat and tried not to gag, but the tears that welled up gave you away. Price sighed deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed in and out of your mouth.

“Bit too much princess?”- He said slowing his movement down. He pulled out leaving a string of saliva and pre cum from his tip to your tongue.

“Let’s give the lads a better look at you eh?” - Price moved you by your hair still on your knees he faced you towards the open balcony doors. He pulled the front of your dress down exposing your breasts your nipples going hard in the night air.Price whistled.

“Knickers but no bra? You are a naughty girl aren't you (Y/L/N)? It’s like you wanted this eh? What do you think lads? Wanna see more?” - Price gestures into the darkness.

“I canny see shit Captain!” - Soap tutted, meaning he wasn’t in the same room as Ghost. He must be in the apartment above.

“Tough shit Sargent” Ghost said mocking his team mate.

“I’m coming down to your spot LT” - Soap barked.

“No your fucking not! Stay fucking put McTavish…If you step foot in this room i'll put a bullet right between your eyes”-Ghost warned the lower ranked man.

“Fine but if I can’t have a visual I want audio” - Soap hissed down the comms, you heard the sound of a zipper and Velcro being pull apart.

Price yanked your head back,

“See how much you’ve work your Lieutenant up? he’s willing to kill his own men for his own private show” -Price whispered in your ear.

Price let the fist full of your hair go and stepped back to admire you.

“Stay there” - he said walking round the back of you. Price settle himself in the arm chair that faced the Balcony doors.

“Stand up (Y/L/N)” He said grabbing his cock in his hand. You did as you were told, you felt the familiar slickness of your thighs. You tried to cover yourself up the night air was biting at your breasts painfully.

“Don’t you dare…” - Ghost warned over the comms. You could almost see him you had to strain your eyes ,but you saw him he was sat in a chair a few feet away from the open balcony he had his pants down slightly and was slowly tugging at his own girth.

“Take yah knickers off and toss em over here…And don’t you dare try to cover yourself up” - Ghost gave you your task.

You looked behind you at Price who nodded you on. You got up from your knees, you hitched your dress up and made a show of pulling your knickers down bending over to give Price the best view. You knew he was enjoying it as you heard him let out a quiet “fuck” as he jerked himself that little bit faster. You stepped out of them slowly. Bunching them up in your hand, you walked out onto the balcony. The rising heat from the busy street below warmed you a little, but you were still 10 stories up so the wind was brisk and sharp on your exposed wet area. You leaned right over the balcony and threw your knickers over arm into Ghosts apartment. Up this close you could see more of him he had lifted his ski mask up over his nose and mouth. He caught your underwear with his free hand wrapping the thin fabric round his member tightly and resumed pumping away.

“Nice one, but word of advice?…always watch your 6 kid” - Ghost smiled the first real smile you had ever seen from him.

Watch my 6? You thought then it made sense as Price yanked you head back with his right hand and gripped your hips back into him with his left. You could feel him leaving scratchy kissed down your neck. You core was on fire. He moved his left hand round to your wet slit and slid his middle two fingers in and curled them up inside you. You let out a moan, the gushing sound was obscene. Price worked his fingers deeper into you making you cry out louder. He bent you over and you gripped the rail for support he was still working his fingers inside you.

“Ok I can defiantly see now Captain” - Soap was looking down from his vantage point. Price knelt down and buried his face into you, you felt his beard roughly grazing you inner thigh as his tongue went to work. You held onto the rail for dear life you legs shaking.

“I think she’s enjoying that Price, looks like she’s gonna cum…” - Ghost said. He was right you was on the edge of exploding, But then Price stop and got up an walked back into the room. You caught your breath and looked up at Ghost who simply nodded towards the room, you turned and found Price sat back in the armchair stroking his cock.

“Did you really think I was just gonna let you cum like that? Nooo……your gonna have to work for it darlin” - Price laughed.

“For fuck sake Captain…cant you just fuck her out here where I can fucking see!” - Soap was fuming he was back to only audio over the comms.

You started to walk back into the room when Price whistled.

“On your hands and knees like a good little bitch…give Soap something to visualise” - Price took a drag from his cigar.

You got down on your hands and knees you could feel the heat from day in the tiles on the floor, you began to crawl in towards Price. The carpet in the room was scratchy on your palms and knees you looked up at Price a cloud of cigar smoke billowed around him, he patted his his shin like you would to beckon over a pet, You sat in front of him on your knees. He leaned forward and pulled you closer so your face was in his lap his cock nearly hitting you in the face. You felt your core stir you gripped it with both hands and ran your tongue up his shaft and over the tip. He ran his hand through your hair as your head bobbed up an down taking him as deep as you could pausing just before it hit the back of your throat.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you girl…Bet this is how the boys down at the academy got you to shut up” - Price smirked as he bucked his hips up causing his tip to hit the back of your throat, you gagged but it only seemed to spur him on more as he was now moving you head for you faster than before on the last stroke he held your head down on him so that your mouth was at the base of his cock. You slapped his thigh fearing you would black out from lack of oxygen. He grinned then released your head from his grip. You came off gasping for breath like you had been held under water. He took a last drag of his cigar an set it down in an ashtray beside him and patted his thigh.

“Up you get sweetheart…back to me” - He said as he pulled his pants further down. You got up from the floor your dress that was bunch up around your waist now fell back down and covered your modesty somewhat.

“For fuck sake…rip that fucking dress of her Price!” -Ghost was barking down you ear on the comms. Price leaned forward and ripped the dress right down the middle. You really had nothing now. He tossed it to one side and patted his thighs once again. You took a seat, your back flush to his chest you could feel his cock lined up along your arse cheeks. He put his hands under your knees an lifted you up so his cock was under you now, bracing your self on the arms of the chair.

“Look at me Princess…” -Ghost said breathing hard. You looked over to meet Ghost just as Price lined himself up with your entrance, he slid in and you shut your eyes tight he filled you right up and he wasn’t even half way.

“Eyes on me (Y/F/N)” - Ghost was warning you. You tried to look over but Price pushed in further making it past his widest point.

“Fuckin hellll mate, she’s tight as” Price was amazed at your handling of his dick. You were a tight glove indeed, but he would make you fit him perfectly. Your breath hitched up and you couldn’t help let out a moan as you tried to keep eye contact with Ghost who was now shamelessly wanking himself off to his Captain fucking you with your knickers constricted around his cock.

“I think you like being watched? Love being the centre of attention all eyes on you eh?” - Price bit your shoulder as he picked up the paced. He was right, you did so you decided to let go and give them a show. The moans that escaped you were loud and wild. Price was thrusting up into you making your tits bounce, You were going to lose it your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Ahh…Did I say you could look away from me?…” - Ghost was on the edge you could here it. You opened your eyes to glance over at his, you could make him out furiously tugging away at his member. Price lowered your legs and gripped your breast with his rough hands planting wet kissed down your neck, you placed you hands on to his arms for support and started rolling your hips down on to his chasing your orgasm, Price knew what you were doing so he removed one hand from your chest and started to rub your clit hard.

“That’s it (Y/L/N) cum…cum on your Captains cock…while your Lieutenant watches…cum now!” - Price said through gritted teeth.

This made you snap and come undone.

“OHHH FUCK!! AHHHHHHH” you came hard.

“Oh fuck…Ah ah ah” - you where still being fucked, price turned your head and kissed you deeply, you moaned in his mouth.

“I want you to cum inside me Captain” - You moaned as his tongue left your mouth. He looked you dead in the eye.

“Ask me…nicely and beg me to cum in you…” - the look in his eyes was wild and like nothing you’d see before.

“Please Sir…I want your cum in me…please cum in me…while my Lieutenant watches…please Sir” - You moaned your second orgasm building up. Price grinned and looped his arm around your waist standing up, his cock still buried inside you. He knelt down on his knees bending you over in front of him, his pelvis never leaving you opening.

“Face down…arse up in the air” -Price breathed heavy, he slid his rough hand down your back and push down between your shoulder blades making you obey. You placed your arms either side of you bent as you shoulders hit the floor, face to the side you could still see Ghost he had moved closer to the open balcony.

“Fucking ruin her Captain…” - Soap was out of breath chasing his own release. Price gripped you arse and and landed a heavy hand on your cheeks, you felt the heat on your skin instantly. He watched at his cock slid in and out now with little to no resistance. He spread your arse and rested his thumb on your arsehole. You were drooling, eyes in the back of your head. What would your Boss think if she seen you like this? Lucky girl? Price was splitting you in half, the slapping sound as his hips connected with your arse was electric. Price slipped his thumb in your arse.

“FUCK ME! Shame your over there Ghost looks like she could of took us both…fucking naughty girl aren’t you?” - Price slapped your arse again.

“Look at me (Y/L/N)…would you have liked that? This cock in your arse filling you up while Price fucks your pussy?” - Ghost was at his limit.

“……ah……Ye…yesssss…” - You couldn’t even speak the though of both of them at once was enough to tip you over the edge.

“Yes what?…” - Price pulled you up by your elbow, your back flat to his chest again, him still rutting up into you relentlessly but sloppy he was close, one arm wrapped up around you with his hand on your throat, the other wrap around you waist so you couldn’t squirm away.

“Ye…yessss…SIR!” - You moaned your pussy pulsating around him as you came. You heard Ghost let out a gritted fuck through his teeth on the comms. You could feel Prices cock swell inside as he grunted in your ear, his cum hot in you his thrusts slowing. You heard Ghost pant. Soap was silent. Price let you go but still keeping and arm round you so you didn’t fall flat on your face. You could feel his cum leaking out of you onto the floor. Price leant back bringing you with him , you didn’t resit. He wrapped is big arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face with the other as you settle under his chin, kissing the top of your head he smiled.

“Now?…are you going to behave and be a good girl for me?” - He whispered into your hair. You thought about it for a while before your turned to look up at him.

“Yes sir…ill be a good girl for you” - you said as you looked over at were Ghost was…but he wasn’t there.

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[nanamin-3]

Serendipity. 2

as two childhood friends are reunited, they are presented with a proposition that will tie them together for good. Will they be able to remember the feelings of their youth, or will time have taken its toll and made irreparable changes to each of them?

pairing - sukuna/reader

genre - arranged marriage, unrequited love, modernAU, 18+

warnings - profanity, explicit language, suggestive smut (?), gaslighting, angst, mentions of death

a/n - longer due to simultaneous bouts of block/ideas :P any feedback is appreciated <3 hope y'all like it

part 1 - Part 3.

Fixing the thin straps of your dress, you looked yourself over once more. The next days after your meeting with Sukuna had flown by, and you had enlisted Ieiri to at least buy a dress for the wedding. Since you had wanted just a courthouse wedding, there were no need to make any other preparations. After hours of searching, you had both decided on a white satin cowl neck midi dress, which you thought might be a little too revealing, but Ieiri managed to sway you, claiming “Sukuna would cum as soon as he saw you,” to your complete mortification.

Slipping on your pale pink heels, you walked out of the bathroom, ready to leave. As you walked over to her living room, you heard a low whistle from the kitchen. “Look at you, you sure make a pretty picture!” Twirling, you looked over at Ieiri with a smile on your face, “Thanks to you! I wasn’t sure on the dress, but you do have great taste.” You and Ieiri had decided to have a sleep over in lieu of a night out as your bachelorette party. In all honesty, you had enjoyed it much more than you would have if you both had gone out, eating junk food, and drinking canned beer, just talking late into the night.

Walking over to you, Ieiri held your face in her hands, “Y/N, are you sure about this? If it’s not something you want, we won’t show up, and they’ll just have to deal with it. I know how you feel about him, but if he’s acting this way towards you already, I don’t want to imagine how it’ll be when you’re married.”

Leaning over to rest your head on her shoulder, you sighed, “Thank you for your worries, Shoko. I think so, I’ve thought more about it and I’m sure I’m making the right decision.” She leaned over to you, and kissed the top of your head, grabbing her purse. “Very well, you know whatever happens I will be behind you. But!” she pulled out a thin box from her purse, opening it and showing you a dainty gold double link pendant.

Tracing your hand over it, you could feel the tears forming in your eyes already. “It’s from everyone at the office, we hope you like it,” turning you around, she fastened the pendant on you. You turned around and hugged Shoko, burying your face in her neck, “Oh Ieiri, I’m sure about what I’m doing but I’m so glad that you’ll be there!”

Hugging you back, Ieiri laughed. “Even if they would have wanted just Sukuna, the old man and you, I would have made my way in there somehow. Let’s get going then, I think we should be arriving fashionably late already.”

You both grabbed your bags and headed outside, to Ieiri’ s car. The drive over to city hall was quiet, you both felt that it was better to not speak, in case someone said something that would put the other one over the edge. You arrived at city hall faster than you would have liked, but once Shoko parked, you both headed inside. As you made your way inside, you saw Uraume waiting in the lobby nervously, most likely for you. “Oh Miss, I’m very glad you’re here. I thought you might…” he trailed off.

You couldn’t help but share a smile with Shoko, they probably thought that you had changed your mind. “Sorry Uraume,” you said, gesturing for him to lead the way, “last minute details but let’s get going.” He led Shoko and you up some stairs and down a hallway, and when you had all reached the last door on the hall, he knocked quickly and open the door for you.

Grandma Mizuna and Aunt Akane were already there, talking worriedly in the corner, Isamu was sitting off to the side engrossed in his phone, and Sukuna was leaning against the windows looking out, lost in thought. “Sorry everyone, we took a little longer to get ready than expected. But were here.” Everyone turned to look at you, with Aunt Akane rushing over to you. “Oh Y/N, I was getting worried,” she whispered. Holding you at arm’s length, she then exclaimed, “You look stunning! And ohh, those shoes are lovely, did you wear them because of Sukuna?”

You felt yourself grow redder and heard Shoko snicker behind you. Subconsciously, you guessed you had picked them out because of him, but sneaking a glance at him, you noticed he was looking at you amusedly.

You looked away flustered, heading over to Mizuna. “Obaachan, I’m sorry I’m late. I hope you’re well.” Standing up, she gave you a hug, leading you over to Isamu, “Don’t worry darling, the important thing is you’re here.” You smiled, bowing to Isamu as well. “Hello darling, shall we begin,” he said, gesturing over to Uraume who rushed out of the room.

You noticed Shoko and Aunty talking animatedly, and Mizuna and Isamu talking about dinner later, so you figured this was the best time to greet Sukuna. You were about to marry him so you figured you should try to get along. As you walked over to him, you noticed how handsome he looked. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a pressed white shirt. You felt anxious but continued. “Hi. I’m sorry I’m late. You look very nice.” Looking you up and down, Sukuna snickered, “I thought you had skipped out on me.”

His mood swings were making you have whiplash. You didn’t even know how to reply to that. “Oh. N-no, I’m sorry I was-““Y/N, I’m joking. Besides, you got here just in time, the officiant is here,” he nodded towards the door, Uraume returning with an older man. He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you towards the desk in the office, where everyone was gathering.

After introductions, the officiant began with the ceremony, speaking to you both about marriage and this new journey you two would embark in. You wanted to scoff. If only he knew this whole marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. You fiddled with your engagement ring, tuning out the older man. Glancing sideways at Sukuna, you noticed was looking at you, eyebrow raised. Looking at him questioningly, you heard the officiant clear his throat. You quickly looked at him, “sorry?” Again, you heard Shoko and now Sukuna snicker behind you, your face reddening. “Do you take Ryoumen Sukuna as your husband, miss?” You smiled guiltily, and nodding answered quietly, “Yes, I do.”

Nodding, he pushed a document towards both of you, and passing a pen to Sukuna first, you both signed, finalizing your union. “Very well, we are now done, and everything is complete. Congratulations children, you are now married.” You turned towards everyone else, Obaachan and Aunt Akane snapping pictures in their phones, Isamu cracking what seemed like a smile and Shoko hooting loudly. You smiled and leaned a bit closer to Sukuna for the pictures. You were both about to begin heading out when Mizuna exclaimed loudly, “Wait, were not done!” Everyone looked at her, thinking what else could possibly be missing. “Obaachan, what do you mean?” Sukuna walked over to her worriedly, thinking she might be feeling tired. “My boy, you need to kiss your wife,” Mizuna exclaimed happily.

You felt the color drain from your face. Sukuna could barely stand you, so you were sure that this could only lead to a hurtful public rejection, which you didn’t think you could take.

“Oh no, it’s okay, that’s not necessary. Everyone’s here, and I’m sure that you guys’ d-don’t want to see that. Besides we need to head over for dinner, right?” You thought about escaping to the bathroom with Shoko to get out of this, but you were an adult, so surely you could talk your way out of this? At that same moment, Sukuna turned and started walking to you. Once he was in front of you, you looked up at him with wide eyes and making sure no one else could hear you, you whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”

Sukuna looked at you, then tucked your hair behind your ear. He brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. With his other hand, he placed it on your waist, pulling you closer and bringing his lips down to yours in the same motion. Taken aback, you see his face so close to yours that you feel disoriented. You shut off your brain and closing your eyes, you pull him closer gently by placing your hand on the back of his neck and your other hand on his bicep.

You began to feel dizzy, Sukuna and you had shared a childhood together, but had never kissed, even as children. Warmth began spreading throughout your body, having always thought about how it would feel to have him hold you so tenderly, kiss you like this. Before the kiss could deepen, you pulled away, looking at Sukuna’ s face. You looked at him, he looked fazed, with lidded eyes, his pupils dilated. You smiled slightly, happy that at least you could have this effect on him, making a mental note to thank Shoko for making you buy the dress. You quickly leaned in to peck his lips one last time and untangled yourself from his hold.

Turning to look at everyone, you quickly walked over to Shoko, “So were heading for dinner now, right?” Sukuna and Isamu quickly went to say goodbye to the officiant, and you and Shoko walked outside to a small terrace attached. “You’re coming right?” you asked her nervously, fiddling with your necklace.

“Yes, I would not miss it for the world. My little Y/N got married. I had hoped to throw you a rager or something, but I guess this uppity dinner will have to do.” She finished, pulling out a cigarette. You cupped your hands around it while she lighted the thin stick. “It’s not like anything is going to change. It was very clear that this was just for business.” Turning back after blowing away some smoke, Shoko looked at you pointedly, making you turn away, caught in a lie.

“Look Y/N, its fine if you want to think of it that way. But I know how you feel about him. Ever since we were in school you’ve had feelings for him. I’m sure those never went away; I had even tried to set you up with Hakari, but you always managed to avoid it somehow.” You knew you were a bit dense in that department but had always had your suspicions about this. “Don’t worry, as soon as he saw you did not seem interested, he was happy to fall back to a friend role, but whatever happens, know that I’ll be there.” Smiling, you walked up to her and hugged her, pulling her cigarette from her lips, and taking a drag yourself. ‘Thank you Ieiri,” you said, as you threw the cigarette down and crushed it under your heel.

Linking arms, you both walked back inside and saw that Sukuna was the only one left in the room. “Shoko, well meet you at my house. Y/N is riding with me from here on out,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Looking at you, Shoko smiled and started to head out.

Once she was out of the room, Sukuna turned to you. “Listen, I found out that Obaachan set up a trip for us, we would be leaving tonight.” You did not know what to think. A trip sounded nice but being in some random location for who knows how many days with him, and his 90 emotions sounded draining. “Oh, that’s…sweet. Is that something you want?”

He looked at you purposely and running a hand through his hair he shook his head, “No, I don’t. I think it’s better for both of us if we keep our interactions minimal.” You felt sadness wash over you, he was speaking to you more but obviously still held some sort of grudge towards you. “Okay, well we can just say no or just stay away for a while and pretend we went on the trip.”

With a nod, you started to walk away before remembering the present you had gotten for Sukuna. Walking back towards him, you opened your bag and handed him a small box. You held out your hand to him, and he stared at you puzzled. “Here, if you don’t want it, you can sell it or give it away. Please, j-just take it,” you walked a step closer to him and he raised his hand, where you placed the box. He looked at you for a second, before opening it and looking inside.

“How did you get this?” he stared at the box incredulously. It had taken you a few calls in the limited time you had, but you had been able to locate your father’s old Cellini Rolex. Ever since you were children, Sukuna had always loved your father’s watch, which he would sometimes place in his small wrist as a child and let him play with it. After their passing, some things had been lost in trusts and safe boxes, but you had called in some favors to be able to locate it. Even if Sukuna and you never became at least cordial, you were genuinely happy he would be the one to have your father’s watch. You figured this was a good peace offering and a nice effort from your part.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s yours now so you can do what you want with it,” and with that, you turned on your heel and walked outside.

Once you reached the parking lot, you looked for Sukuna’ s car, finding it quickly and walking towards it. You heard the locks open and looking around, you saw Sukuna walking towards you. Opening the door, you got inside and waited for him to arrive.

Once he got in the car, it was a silent drive to the Ryoumen residence. You both arrived and once parked, both walked inside to the dining room where you could hear everyone talking. You would have rather walked inside by yourself, but you did not want to worry Obaachan and Aunt Akane.

“Y/N, Sukuna, come on, let’s start,” Aunt Akane called as soon as you both crossed the door. Looking for Shoko, you sat next to her, with Sukuna following silently behind you. As dinner was served, everyone talked excitedly about the wedding, with Sukuna and Isamu reverting to business right away.

Once dinner was over and drinks were being served all around, you were about to excuse yourself for the night when Mizuna stood up and called for everyone’s attention. “My boy, I am so happy you have finally found someone to share your life with. I could not be any happier that it is with my lovely Y/N, I knew ever since you both were children that you would be in each other’s lives forever. I understand the bride gets to decide how she wants to celebrate her big day, so while you decided on a small ceremony, I at least want to do this for you.” Handing you an envelope, you reached over to take it, dreading opening it in front of everybody.

You opened the envelope, finding an itinerary to a hotel stay in Jeju Island. The hotel and information provided screamed romance and intimacy, something that you were not feeling up for. “Obachaan, thank you so much. This is lovely, we would love to take this, but work has been so busy I don’t think I’d have the time to go.”

Mizuna shook her head, “nonsense Y/N, you’re my daughter now, let me spoil you.” Mizuna’s sweet face made you waver, feeling like a horrible person for declining her gift. You were seething at Sukuna’ s silence next to you, letting you take the load of the problem.

At least he Had the decency to look embarrassed.

Swallowing your pride, you smiled and nodded, you’d have to endure it, both of you would. “Okay, thank you obachaan. I’m sorry for being difficult, but we’re very thankful. If we could just leave tomorrow though, I can leave something for Ieiri and the employees on items that need attention. Besides, I would need to pack.”

“Y/N do not worry about anything. Mizuna had let me know about this previously, so I have packed a couple of bags for you. Also, I will go ahead and step in to assist Ieiri during your absence. It may not seem like it, but I am very up to date on everything going on with the company, so there is no need to fill me in. Enjoy your honeymoon you two! Besides, you two need alone time if you’re to give me a grandnephew soon!” Your aunt gleefully exclaimed, turning to Mizuna to discuss the possibility of a baby, much to your chagrin.

Mortified, you turned to look down at your hands balled up on your lap. There couldn’t have been a worse outcome even if you tried. Sukuna and you were now stuck together on an island for an undetermined number of days, regardless of if you’d spend them together or not. You suddenly felt him lean towards you and quietly he whispered, “get ready, we’re leaving in 1 hour.” With that he stood up, bowed to everyone at the table and sauntered off. Your face must have looked a mess because Shoko quickly got up, pulling you with her and leading you upstairs. “I will help Y/N change, thank you aunty for letting me know where all her bags are waiting earlier. We’ll get ready for their departure,” bowing, she turned to Isamu, “thank you sir, lovely evening as always.”

Shoko pulled you upstairs to a room and headed to the bags and suitcases on the bed as you closed the door. Sitting down next to window facing the driveway, you could see an SUV pulled up, loading a few suitcases already. “Here Y/N, put this on. I did sift through it and Aunty didn’t pick such bad stuff! It’s all perfect for Jeju actually.”

Walking over to her, you grabbed the clothes and headed to the bathroom, leaving the door open while you and she discussed the trip. “I know you said that he was acting distant towards you but maybe this will be good for the both of you! Give you some time to spend together and just catch up.”

You laughed bitterly, “I think that would be easier if he didn’t apparently hate me. He did let me know at the courthouse ahead of time about the surprise and said he didn’t want to take this trip, so that’s why I tried to get out of it too.” Shoko quietly nodded, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Are you sure about this Y/N, if you ask for a divorce, I’m sure that…” shaking your head you smiled at your friend. “Don’t worry Shoko, it’ll be fine.”

Shoko and you looked over your bags to pass the time, her teasing you endlessly when you both realized all the sleepwear Aunt Akane had packed was nothing but flimsy nighties and silk shorts and camisoles, no doubt to get the ball rolling on the baby making. Making a note to buy some sweats and t shirts once you got there, you both took your bags downstairs as the hour was almost up. As everything was loaded, Mizuna, aunt Akane and Shoko discussed the plan to manage the company in your absence as you looked around for Sukuna.

You decided to go look for him as Aunt Akane had mentioned he was in the study with Isamu. You were about to knock to let them know everything was ready to leave, you saw the door was ajar and there seemed to be an argument going on. “I don’t want to hear it, Sukuna. You need to get that girl pregnant as soon as possible. I don’t care what you have to do, just do it.” “Father, I told you the only reason she did this was for her company, she has no interest in me whatsoever.” You had never heard Sukuna be so submissive to anyone, you were shocked and fixed into place at the argument.

With a sardonic laugh, Isamu continued his tirade, “Please, anyone can see how much she likes you. Even when you were children, she followed you around like a fool. Now that you’re both older anyone can still see the stupid infatuation she has for you. Get her pregnant and then divorce her later, I don’t care. You can then go back to your pointless conquests and one-night stands like that girl Yuki at work.” You did not hear what Sukuna replied with, you spun on your heel and walked back to where everyone else was waiting. You were afraid that if you heard anymore, you’d start crying and have to explain to Mizuna and aunt Akane the reason. Once you reached the group, everyone looked at you expectantly, “They’re coming, they were just going over some stuff that will need to be taken care of while Sukuna is gone.”

Everyone seemed to buy your answer but Shoko, who looked at you with narrowed eyes. Before she could pry more into what had happened, Sukuna and Isamu emerged from the study. “Well, the children will go now. The company plane is ready, so you guys better get on your way.” Bowing to Isamu, you began to say goodbye to Mizuna and Aunt Akane, then hugging Shoko while she whispered in your ear, “call me if you need anything.”

You both got in the SUV and waved goodbye as you drove away. Once on the road, you fiddled with your hands nervously, looking straight ahead. “Is everything okay?” You heard Sukuna ask you quietly. Turning slowly to look at him, you saw his crimson eyes lined with worry for some reason. He doesn’t care about you, and he never will, you thought bitterly. All this had been a mistake and any semblance of love you held for each other when you were younger was obviously gone from his end. It had been a mistake to go through with this, but you were in too deep now to have any regrets.

Nodding you turned your head to watch the scenery passing outside, “It’s been a long day, I’m just tired.” You closed your eyes, trying to shut out everything. You heard him shuffle nervously next to you, “Right, we’ll, don’t worry you can sleep on the plane. The seats are very comfortable.” You turned your body away from him, trying to get him to stop talking.

The car ride continued in silence until you felt it coming to a stop. Opening your eyes, you saw you were at the hangar. Quickly gathering your things, you opened the door and jumped out, heading towards the plane. You heard Sukuna talking to the attendant getting your bags, so you walked inside the plane, greeting the attendants warmly. Making a beeline for a single seat, you settled in for takeoff, asking one of the attendants for a whiskey, hoping to knock yourself out for the remainder of the flight.

As the attendant handed you the drink, Sukuna climbed aboard, narrowing his eyes at seeing you in a single seat and the drink in your hand. As you threw back the whiskey, you handed the glass back and settled in, fastening your seatbelt. You could feel his eyes burning holes on the back of your head from his seat, but you were too tired to care now. You felt the plane roar to life and soon you were in the air. Sukuna made small talk with one of the attendants as you settled into your seat, letting the alcohol and tiredness sweep over your body.

You woke with a start, looking around you confused. You were in the back of a car next to Sukuna, being driven in the darkness. “Oh, you’re up, I hope you had a good sleep,” Sukuna murmured. Straightening up, you nodded and looked at him. He was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. “How did I get in the car?” He looked at you and you could have sworn you saw a blush in his face. “I carried you, you were completely out.” You felt embarrassed, not wanting him to have more contact with you than necessary if he didn’t want it. “Sorry. You should have woken me up.”

With a small chuckle, Sukuna turned to look at you, “Believe me I tried. But don’t worry, I’m strong. Besides, I used to carry you all the time before, it’s not like its anything new.” You nodded and turned to look outside. Once again, his hot and cold attitude was giving you a headache. The slight reminder of your old teasing relationship was pulling at your heartstrings, but you were soon reminded of the conversation he had with his father. This was surely just a ploy to get on your good side.

The car ride continued in silence, until it pulled up to a hotel. You quickly grabbed your bag, and getting off, thanked the driver. Standing off to the side, you watched as the bags were being pulled out of the car until Sukuna called out to you and you followed him inside. Walking quietly to the lobby, you stood behind him while he checked in, watching amusedly as the receptionist flirted shamelessly with him. You saw him look back towards you and say loudly, “Yes, actually I am here on my honeymoon so if there is anything you recommend my wife and I do while here, that’d be great.” You smiled and waved at the girl who looked at you defeatedly, handing Sukuna a set of keys and muttered an unenthusiastic congratulations at you. Turning, you both headed towards the elevator in silence, following behind him once you reached your floor and walking inside when he opened the door to your room.

You walked towards the bedroom, finding your bags, and quickly pulling out a pair of shorts and Cami. Before heading to the bathroom, you saw Sukuna standing at the door looking at you intently. “If you feel uncomfortable, I can sleep on the couch.” You contemplated on taking him up on that offer, needing to leave that wall up, but figured you’d be tired of staying guarded all this time. You shook your head as you walked towards the bathroom, “No, it’s okay. We’re two adults and we used to be friends, it’s not weird. Besides, it’s not like anything is going to happen.” Nodding, Sukuna walked towards the bed flopping down and putting his hands behind his head, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

With that, you headed into the bathroom to change. After finishing, you walked out into the room and almost walked right back. Sukuna was lying on the bed shirtless, with the covers only up to his waist. You felt your ears redden, but walked over to your side of the bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulders and turning your back to him. “Goodnight Sukuna.” You heard him laugh quietly, feeling the heat from his body underneath the sheets. “Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch?” Turning to look back at him, you shook your head and smiled at him, “I’m sure, this is fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He turned over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, settling down under the covers.

 “Alright, if you say so little one. Sweet dreams.”

Feeling uncomfortably warm, you opened your eyes. Looking around, you figured it was the sun coming in from the balcony windows. As you were about to get up, you felt a heaviness on your waist. Looking down, you saw Sukuna’ s big hand on your hip. As you looked back at him, you found him near your side of the bed, almost pressed up against you. His face seemed younger without the permanent scowl etched onto his face you saw ever since meeting with him again. He seemed in a very deep sleep, so you brought your finger up to his mouth and traced it across his plump bottom lip. Before he could wake up, you pulled your hand back, giggling softly at the scowl that permeated his face at the loss of contact.

You carefully removed his hand from you as you got up, fixing the sheets for him, and smiling as he rolled over to where you had been lying. You walked over to the balcony, opening the door quietly and heading out. As you reached the railing, you leaned on it, looking at the morning sun high in the sky already. Looking at your phone, it was already noon, you both had really slept in. Feeling hungry, you quickly looked up where you could grab some lunch, already salivating at the fresh seafood they were sure to have. As you found a place you could walk to, you were about to get ready and go, but figured you’d invite Sukuna just to be nice.

Turning to head back inside, you stopped in your tracks. Sukuna was leaning on the door frame, looking at you and drinking a coffee. “Where’d you get that?” you murmured, walking closer to him. He chuckled at your actions, handing you the mug. Taking it, you took a big swig of the drink, humming in gratitude. “There’s a coffee maker in the living room, you didn’t see it?” You shook your head, handing the mug back to him. “Finish it. So, it looks like it is late, you want to go eat something?” You nodded, “There’s actually a place that sounds pretty good near here. We can walk there.” Sukuna looked at you, feeling flustered at really seeing you that morning. Your hair was loose, going crazy in the slight breeze that afternoon. Your lips still appeared a little swollen at having woken up not too long ago and it looked like you were not wearing anything under your pajamas, as your pebbled nipples pressed against the satin of your camisole.

“Hey are you okay? Maybe you’re still tired, we can just stay inside and rest if you want.” Before he could make a fool of himself, Sukuna grabbed the mug from your hands and headed inside. He was annoyed at how easily you both would fall back into your playful banter and felt like you were back to your youth, feeling so comfortable with each other. “Get ready then, well walk there if you say its close.”

Smiling you rushed inside, grabbing some items, and heading towards the bathroom. You had not noticed, but it looked like Sukuna had brought his laptop with him. He was sitting at the small table in the room, going over some emails. “Don’t worry, I just needed to check on some stuff I was waiting for.” Nodding, you lingered at the door. Sukuna turned to look at you with a scowl, “What?” Figuring you should try to get along with him as much as possible, you looked back to his bags and muttered, “Did you want me to get anything ready for you? I’m not sure what you brought but if there anything you want to wear, I can put it out.”

He looked at you with a sardonic smile, closing his computer. “That’s right, you’re my wife now.” You scoffed about to turn back and go shower when he said, “I don’t expect you to do anything for me, it’s not like you’re my maid or anything.” He got up and walked towards you, getting closer and closer until you backed up and felt the door frame behind you. “But that would be nice Y/N, thank you.” He tucked your hair behind your ear and went back to his computer. Flustered, you nodded and headed to his bags, picking out some clothes you figured he’d be comfortable wearing.

A short while later, you were both on your way to the restaurant, walking in a comfortable silence on the side of the road. You had never been to Jeju Island before, so regardless if the situation with Sukuna a little tense, you couldn’t help but feel extremely excited to be somewhere new and explore. You soon arrived at the restaurant, and choosing to sit outside, you both ordered and sat in a comfortable silence while waiting. Once your plates were brought out, you both began eating, surprisingly hungry from the traveling and late night. “

“Is this your first time in Jeju?” Turning to look at Sukuna, he eyed you curiously. Nodding, you placed your plate in the side, taking a sip of your coffee. “Weird, I would have thought that Minato and Hana would have brought you here. From what I remember, they loved coming here with my parents.” You stiffened and scooted back in your seat, “we were supposed to, but then they had that accident, so I never got around to coming here.”

Sukuna wanted to punch himself, he remembered how much your parents’ death had affected you and how upset you had been at the funeral. H had only been able to get you out of your room by letting you hold his hand for the whole service. He had stayed with you for a whole week after and you both had slept in the same bed for that whole week, both in each other’s arms. Nothing had happened of course, even though Sukuna had had thought of it before, but being there for each other in every aspect of your lives had been the most fulfilling relationship he had ever had up until now.

He didn’t realize he had been clutching the side of the table until you pried his hands off it. You were holding his hands worriedly in yours, “is everything okay? I know you’re strong but...” Your halfhearted attempt at a joke had fallen flat when you noticed him staring intently at you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He looked at you earnestly and you felt it was the younger Sukuna looking at you. Smiling you patted his hand, “Don’t worry, I’m here now. And I’m with my old friend, even if you hate me, I’m sure we can have a good time.”

Grumbling, he stood up and made to head inside. As you were getting up to go with him, he pushed you back down. “Wait here, I’m going to pay and then there’s a place I want to show you.”

Nodding you sat back down, looking around the area. Across the road you could see the beach and a couple of children playing around. You got up and walked towards a bench near the road, making sure you were still where Sukuna could find you easily. Looking around, you saw three small children playing around with a puppy. Two of them, a boy and a girl were running around, while the other boy stroked a calming hand on the puppy’s black fur, as if encouraging him to play too. Smiling, you couldn’t help but wonder if your marriage would amount to anything, and if it did, the possibility of having children together.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice when the kids started drifting towards you, curious about the stranger sitting in the bench. “Hello! I’m Yuuji and this is Nobara and Megumi. What are you doing?” You laughed at the clear leader of the young pack. “Waiting for someone, what where you guys playing?” Gathering courage at your friendly disposition, they soon crowded around you on the bench chatting you up.

The little girl, quickly scrambled into the bench, plucking at the straps of your dress, “ooh your dress is so pretty! When I’m older I’m going to wear pretty dresses like this!” Turning to look at her, you noticed a peculiar straw doll she was holding in her small hand. “Thank you! I really like your doll too.” Small cheeks reddening at your compliment, she started showing you what it could do. The other two boys were soon trying to pull your attention from Nobara, “Y/N look how fast I can run! And look Megumi can ride his puppy like a horse!”

Turning to look at the little spiky haired boy, he looked bored, but picked up his black puppy and passed him to you, “I can, but he’s tired from playing.” Laying the puppy in your lap, he snuggled closer to you, as you stroked his shiny black fur. “He likes you,” Megumi said, cracking a smile. As all three kept talking to you and you tried to pay attention to all of them, Yuuji suddenly shrieked and started pulling your hand. “YN, a scary man is coming this way, run!” Trying to not drop the puppy, you turned, a pretty good idea who they were talking about.

“Kids no don’t worry. This is who I was waiting for, my h-husband.” Even now it felt weird saying it. Sukuna walked over to you, a plastic bag in hand, “hmm, figures this is where you’d be,” he muttered. “Y/N he’s so scary!” You couldn’t help but laugh at Yuuji’s shocked face and Nobara’s apparent infatuation with Sukuna. Pushing him back, Nobara rushed towards you, hugging your leg tightly, “Y/N so if I wear pretty dresses like this, I can get a big and strong husband like yours?” Patting her head you laughed, “No, I’ve known him ever since I was little, and I didn’t dress like this. We have been friends for a long time,” you figured it would be best to lie to Nobara instead of crushing her thoughts on love, “somewhere there we fell in love.”

“Who you got there?” Sukuna asked, staring at the sleeping pup in your arms. “Oh! This is Megumi’s dog,” before you could say anything else, he gingerly took the puppy from you, and giving it a few scratches behind the ears, handed it off to Megumi. “Nice dog, kid. Make sure you take care of it.” Nodding, Megumi cradled the sleeping puppy in his arms. “Well, sorry kids but We got to go.” The three groaned in unison, sad their new friend was leaving. “Where are you going!?” Nobara asked excitedly, “are you taking Y/N on a date?” Laughing, Sukuna nodded and crouching down called Nobara over and whispered something in her ear. The young girl shrieked with enthusiasm, and high fived Sukuna when he held out his hand. “Noo! Take Nobara, Y/N can stay with Megumi and I!”

Punching Yuuji surprisingly hard for a young girl, Nobara pulled Megumi back to their playing stop as she waved goodbye. “Bye! Come play with us again Y/N! Bye Sukuna!” Waving goodbye, you let Sukuna lead you to a waiting cab, chuckling as you got in. “What’s so funny?” Sukuna asked. “Still a hit with the ladies,” you said. Groaning, Sukuna pulled out his phone, “they were alright, but that little brat Megumi seemed kinda cool.” You smiled, amused Sukuna would find the most aloof kid cool. “By the way, where are we going?” Sukuna looked over at you and smiled, turning around, and looking out the car. “Weirdo,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

After a few more minutes, the car stopped next to a road leading into the forest. Thanking the driver, you both got off, with Sukuna letting him know to come back in one hour. As he drove off, you looked around excitedly. Even though you were in the forest, you had always enjoyed the outdoors so exploring was exciting.

A thought did cross your mind though.

“Are you going to kill me?” Turning to look at you in shock, Sukuna laughed. “You really are a freak. No, come on.” You both set off on the path leading into the woods, and after some walking, you started to hear water. Excitedly, you sped up, catching up to Sukuna. “Getting anxious?” With a smile, you nodded. After a few more minutes of walking, you came to a clearing at the top of a staircase, where you could see you had reached the end of the island, and you could see the ocean. You stopped, astonished. You had seen the ocean before, but never in this way. You felt breathless at the way the water extended as far as the eye could see, the ocean and the sky blending into one at the farthest point. Things like this made you feel as if all the problems you ever had were insignificant.

You could see at the bottom of the stairs a plunge pool where the waterfall ended at. As you were about to bound down the stairs in excitement, Sukuna stopped you. Before you could start complaining, he reached for your hand.

“It’s slippery.”

Nodding, you intertwined your fingers with his and made your way down. As you reached the bottom, you could see a few rocks littered round the edge, sloping down into a deeper end closer to the fall. Sukuna led you to a pile of rocks near the cliff, setting the bag he was carrying down and pulling his shirt off. “Oh, you’re getting in. Give me your stuff, I’ll take care of it.” As you sat down in a large rock and removed your sandals to dip your feet in, Sukuna put everything in the bag and hung it in a small tree. “No way, you’re getting in with me.” You snorted. “No way, besides, I just have underwear underneath this. I’ll watch you, have fun.”

You didn’t know if he remembered, but you didn’t know how to swim. Before, it was alright, but now as a 26-year-old woman, it was a bit embarrassing. You waved as he waded deeper into the pond, leaning back on your hands, and looking up at the sky, letting your skin soak up the warmth. Turning back to the water, you realized that Sukuna was nowhere to be seen. You knew that he was a good swimmer, so was he underwater? Regardless, it had been a couple of minutes, surely, he couldn’t hold his breath for such a long time.

Worried, you carefully got off your rock and waded in deeper into the water. Pulling your dress up to your thighs, this was as far as you could comfortably get and started looking for him? Could he be stuck underneath? “Sukuna,” you called softly.

Damn it, people were going to think you killed him. What were you going to tell Mizuna?

Trying to wade into the water a little bit more, you suddenly heard water sloshing around you. Turning, you saw a flash of pink emerge from the water and faster than you were able to react, Sukuna wrapped his arms around you tightly and jumped deeper into the pond, laughing as you yelled out, “YOU ASS!”

Under water, you flailed anxiously to the top, trying to stay afloat. As you tried to not die, Sukuna grabbed one of your hands and pulled you towards him. You threw your arms around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I knew it, you were going to kill me. Shoko will know it wasn’t an accident, she’ll fight you for the company.” Sukuna laughed his big hearty laugh, but you were too scared to care entirely. “Don’t worry brat, remember what a good swimmer I am? I make up for your lack of skill” You calmed down a bit, loosening your hold on Sukuna as you weaved one hand through the water.

“This is my favorite place in the island. My grandpa brought me here when I was smaller and I loved it so much, I came back whenever I could. Nobara agreed that this was a good place to bring you.”

“That little girl almost stole my husband,” you said with a laugh. Sukuna inhaled sharply at your words, and before you could truly be embarrassed by what you said, you continued, “thank you for sharing this place. It’s beautiful.”

You both continued to float around, enjoying the cool water in the warm day in a comfortable silence. Sukuna was the first to speak, “Y/N, do you regret marrying me?” You turned to look at him, surprised at his frankness.

You shook your head, “No, I don’t. I feel that you might though, or that you don’t feel the same way about me as when we were kids, for us to at least have a friendship or…something close to that.” Sukuna smiled sadly at you, making you feel unnerved. “Y/N, you’re the most important person in my life. I’m not…a good person though. You shouldn’t feel how you feel about me, tough. I don’t deserve it.” He brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You felt dazed, so Sukuna didn’t hate you? But he did not want to have anything more than a friendship with you? At this point his hot cold attitude was pissing you off.

“What is tha- what is that even supposed to mean.” Moving his hand to the back of your neck, Sukuna pulled you closer to him and kissed you. You were aggravated, but the feeling of his lips slotting against yours in such a perfect manner made you feel giddy. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, you opened your mouth slightly and whimpered as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, feeling warmth at the shared breath between the two of you, like one needing the other to be able to breathe.

Sukuna pulled you closer, running one hand down your back and kneading your ass lightly as you arched into him. You felt a fuzziness in the pit of your stomach and suddenly, coming back to your senses and realizing you were out in the open, you pulled away slowly as Sukuna followed you, eyes dazed and lidded with lust. “What wrong?” You smiled and looked back, “I think we need to go; you told the driver one hour, no?” Sukuna seemed to focus and nodding, moved you over to his back and began swimming to the edge. once you felt ground underneath you, you untangled yourself from Sukuna and walked beside him. As you both walked to where your things were, Sukuna pulled off his boxers, surprising you and making you turn away. “What are you doing?!” Smirking, he walked over to the bag, pulling out a small towel and his shorts. “Shut up, we’re married.” Once he deemed himself dry enough, he pulled on a pair of shorts and t shirt, giving them a shake to take out the creases. While he did this, you couldn’t help but steal a look and could feel the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his muscular thighs and well-defined ass. Before he could catch you, you turned away, opting to wring out your dress as best you could, figuring it wouldn’t dry by the time you made it back on the road.

“You can look now you prude,” turning you saw him all changed, and as you were going to start walking back up the stairs, he handed you the plastic bag he’d been carrying. “I bought some clothes for you too, change. And take everything off unless you want to get sick.” Realizing he was not going to turn around, unabashed as ever, you grabbed the bag from him and made your way over to some bushes, “stay right there I’ll be right back.” Once you were gone, Sukuna sat on the bottom step, staring aimlessly while you came back. After a few minutes, he heard a couple of voices coming from the top of the steps. Looking up, he saw a group of boys making their way rowdily down to the pond. Glaring at them, he got up going to look for you. He was sure that you would be near the bushes closest to the pond, but as he got closer, you were nowhere to be found. As he was about to call out for you, he stopped in his tracks when he found you, your back turned to him as you unhooked your bra and peeled your panties off, tossing them in a pile with your wet dress.

Sukuna couldn’t look away. In his wildest dreams he would have never imagined the little lanky girl he grew up with would turn into you. Keeping away from you was getting harder. You were full of curves he longed to run his hands over, plush thighs he couldn’t wait to grip and nibble on as they straddled his face. The image of Your perfect ass bouncing on his cock was something that he suddenly really wanted to make happen. You still had your back turned to him, but all he could imagine now was coming up behind you and kneading your perfect soft tits in his hands making you whimper as he had done earlier at the pool. That was a sound he wanted to hear over and over, and his cock had gotten hard at just the thought of it.

You began to throw on the t shirt and shorts that Sukuna had gotten, and before you could catch him, he walked off a ways, making sure you’d find him while also keeping an eye on the boys who had reached the bottom, making sure they did not see you. He heard steps behind him, and turning, you were walking towards him, swinging the bag around. “Oh, what’s wrong?” Shaking his head, Sukuna grabbed your hand an led you towards the steps and up them, “Nothing, just waiting for you.” Shrugging, you followed him, surprised to see more people now at the waterfall. Once you reached the top, Sukuna led you down the path towards the road, still holding your hand. At the road, you were happy to see the car was waiting for you both already, feeling a bit tired from the water. As you climbed on, you both remained in a comfortable silence, you making sure not to fall asleep as to make sure that Sukuna wouldn’t have to carry you. Once you reached the hotel, you both bided goodbye to the driver and made your way up to the room.

Once inside, you lied down in the bed. “You should take a bath, so you don’t catch a cold.” Nodding you sleepily grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom, taking a shower as quick as possible. You felt as if you could fall asleep just by closing your eyes. Once you were out, Sukuna mentioned he would take a shower as well. While he was inside, you decided to set some sleepwear for him on the bed. You were too tired to tell him, but figured he’d see it once he got out. After setting out his clothes, you opened the balcony window slightly, and lied down, closing your eyes. a few minutes later, you felt the bed dip next to you and a hand rub your arm. “Y/N, are you hungry or anything?” Shaking your head, you turned around towards him. You felt him tuck your hair behind your ear, and you leaned in towards his touch. “Y/N, I meant what I said. I’m not good for you.” You opened your eyes slightly, finding his face to be inches from yours. Reaching up, you pushed his hair back, and ran your index finger down his jaw. “Just sleep for now,” closing your eyes back again.

With a chuckle, Sukuna took your hand, running his thumb across your knuckles and lightly kissing them. Smiling, you slotted your fingers with his, drifting off to the most peaceful sleep you had in a long time.

You woke up what felt like hours later. You noticed the room was dark and noticed Sukuna’ s side was empty. Lying on your back for a few minutes, you gathered your bearings before getting up and walking to the coffee maker and turning it on. Walking over to the balcony, you noticed Sukuna was already outside, sitting in one of the chairs. “How was your nap,” you headed over to the railing and leaned over it, looking down into the street. “It was good. Stop that Y/N you’ll fall over.”

His dry tone made you turn around, “what’s wrong?” You figured he was still waking up or might feel sick or something, “oh by the way, I’m making some coffee. Did you want one?” He hummed and looked at you with narrowed eyes. “I was being serious Y/N. Why are you acting like this, I told you it was better if this didn’t move forward but you’re acting so nice and ignoring everything I’ve told you.”

His cold tone made you shiver and remain where you were standing. Where was this coming from, the whole afternoon you both had a good time, enjoying each other’s company. While he had expressed this before, you were fine with it. If you could go back to the friendship you had before parting ways, this marriage would be enough for you. He was the one with his unpredictable mood swings, acting aloof one time and kissing you the other. You probably should not have kissed him back if this was how he reacted, but in your defense, he had initiated that whole encounter.

“Sukuna, I-I just asked you if you wanted coffee.” He stood up, walking to the farthest part of the balcony, as far away from you as he could get. “You’re making this harder than it has to be, I told you that we should keep this marriage as simple as possible, but…” he muttered, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Why was he acting this way? If it had been you, trying to seduce him or acting a type of way, you’d understand. But every single kiss, every single touch had been initiated by him.

“But what? But what? You’re the one who pulled me into the water earlier, the one who kissed me and touched me. Yes, I did return every single one of those actions but what did you expect, you already know how I-I - “you couldn’t continue, tears were already falling gradually down your face, your lower lip trembling. Looking at your feet, you felt him come towards you. “Yeah, I know how you feel. I told you from the beginning, loving someone is pointless. Stop crying too, it’s all you ever did since we were kids.” He sauntered inside, leaving you alone outside.

You were going to stay outside, stay alone outside and cry, try and find some sort of solace in the night and the sound of the ocean. But you couldn’t.

You walked inside, looking for Sukuna in the darkness. You saw him sitting at the table, staring at his phone scrolling aimlessly. “Divorce me. Divorce me then. When we get back, we’ll get a divorce. You don’t even have to knock me up like your father wants, what’s the point of dragging an innocent child into this. Why do you want to be with a lovesick fool who just follow you around like an idiot? You can go ahead and go back to sleeping around and be with girls clearly more your taste like Yuki.”

If Sukuna was surprised, he did not show it. You were shaking at how upset you were, and the death stare Sukuna was giving you did not help. You both stared at each other, but you wouldn’t look away, not this time. You saw Sukuna, s jaw clenched, and with a sardonic smile, said “No,” and turned back to look at his phone.

The tension and anxiety you had felt for the last couple of days slowly left your body, and you couldn’t feel anything anymore. “What did I do to you?” You quietly said. Staring at your feet, you continued. “You were my best friend for my whole life, and I didn’t think we’d end up this way after meeting up again. I loved y- I love you and you were never this cruel. If it was that I wasn’t there enough for you after your mother died, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I still hate myself for that to this day and always will, but you surely don’t want to keep this up forever.”

You turned to look at him as he got up and walked toward you. You hadn’t felt it, but it looked like you were crying again. Sukuna caressed your face, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “You’re my best friend too, baby. And you’ve known me for so long, that you should know better than anyone how much I enjoy a challenge. Besides you and I were both pretty stubborn if I remember.” He smiled sweetly at you, his hand still in your check.

“Hakari was right, you are an asshole.” The smile wiped completely from his face, and he brought his hand down to your jaw, squeezing tightly. “When we get back, we should really review the employment list at your company.” He then squeezed your cheeks, making your lips pucker, and pecked your lips, before leaving you once more.

He grabbed his phone and walked out of the room you felt a sob escape from deep inside you, and wrapping your arms around yourself, you decided to go to bed. As you were about to lie down, you stood up. If he was somehow turning everything around and blaming you, you would not give him any more opportunities to do this to you. Grabbing a blanket from the closet, you walked over to the sofa. Luckily it was long enough for you, and lying down, you closed your eyes, trying to sleep as best you could.

What felt like a few minutes later, you heard fiddling at the door. Scared, you sat up quickly, trying to make yourself as small as possible against the sofa. Stupid Sukuna had to pick the middle of the night to leave. After a few more jiggles of the knob, the door opened, and you saw with abated relief Sukuna walking in. You lied back down and closed your eyes, only to open them abruptly when you heard him bump into every possible item in the room. Was he drunk?

As you saw him reach the bed, he stayed still for a few second before looking out at the balcony, then walking over to the bathroom. He was probably really drunk. You closed your eyes again; you wouldn’t help him unless he fell or started throwing up. After a few moments of silence, you heard your name, then a hand grabbing your arm and pulling you up. “What are you doing there, come to bed.”

You leaned back, trying to pull your arm away and go back to the couch. Surprisingly, in his inebriated state, Sukuna was still very strong and wrapping his arm around you finished pulling you towards the bed. “Stop, what are you doing,” you said as he began to lie down. “Bringing you to bed, just go to sleep,” he said as he tried to remove his shirt while lying down. Rolling your eyes, you began to walk back to the sofa, when you felt Sukuna behind you. He grabbed your arm again and this time you thrashed around, trying to pry yourself from him.

You both began struggling, you, trying to untangle yourself from him as Sukuna tried to pull you close to him and make you sleep in the same bed as him. After a brief struggle, you were somehow lying down, with Sukuna on top of you, straddling you, his hands pinning your arms beside your head.

After you had calmed your breathing down, you looked at Sukuna. He was obviously very drunk, but his eyes appeared extremely focused. “I don’t understand you, you hate me, but if I try to give you space, I can’t.” He lessened the pressure on your arms, and when he was sure you wouldn’t try getting away, he pushed your hair back, tracing your jaw with his index finger.

“I can’t tell you, I-I don’t… right now I can’t tell you what’s going on Y/N.” With a sigh you closed your eyes, “I’m so stupid, for even- I’m so dumb for trying to help you still. Isamu was right, I’m a fool who just follows you around.” Giving Sukuna a smile you continued, “you know you can tell me anything.” He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, “I loved having you with me all the time, I was the happiest when you were following me around.” You couldn’t help it, but you let out a sob, breaking the silence around you both.

“Y/N, please don’t ask me for a divorce. J-just please, don’t leave me. Stay with me,” said Sukuna as he ran his nose down your throat, finishing off by resting his head in your chest, listening to the quick beat of your heart. You closed your eyes shut, trying to stop anymore tears from falling, “okay, b- “Before you could continue, Sukuna’ s lips were once more on yours, stealing your breath yet again. He kissed you eagerly, one hand holding your face carefully, as his other hand ran down your body, down your thigh, and hooking your leg at his waist. Once he was fitted between your legs, Sukuna pressed his groin against your core, making you moan into his lips as you kissed him.

You could feel the prominent bulge in his shorts already. You ran your hands through his hair, softer than you ever remembered, and down his back. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up. Once he understood what you wanted, Sukuna pulled away from you and in one motion, threw his shirt off and to the side of the bed. He leaned back down to find your lips, quickly settling back into a rhythm, swiping your bottom lip as you opened your mouth and felt his tongue caress yours softly. Whimpering, you brought Your hands to Sukuna’ s chest, running your hands lightly down, caressing his nipples softly with your fingertips, rolling them around.

At this, Sukuna let out a pleasured moan, breaking from you, and running his nose across your jaw. “You’re so beautiful Y/N.” He started kissing down your neck, sucking and biting lightly down your pulse point, marking you as best he could. You felt an immense amount of pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, making your hips buck up, meeting Sukuna, who moaned in pleasure into your ear, biting your lobe lightly.

Sukuna then brought his hand back up your body, stopping at your breast. He cupped one with his hand, kneading and rolling your nipple lightly, as his mouth came down to take your other nipple carefully with his teeth and roll it around his mouth through your camisole, the friction making you feel even more sensitive. “Hah- S-Sukuna, please,” you whimpered. His ministrations made you feel an electric shock course to every end of your body, feeling the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten with every touch, every pull from Sukuna. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties.

You had dreamed of this when you were younger, Sukuna feeling this way about you, wanting you like you wanted him. The love and lust you felt for him was clouding your judgement, make you think less rationally. “Please Y/N, don’t think about anything else, just stay with me, let me make you feel good,” he said as his hand slid down your stomach. You could feel his hand getting lower but before he could dip his hand under the waistband of your shorts, you grabbed his wrist. Sukuna looked up at you as you smiled at him sadly.

“I’ll stay with you b-but I think it’s best for the both of us if we keep a disinterested relationship like you said.” You could see he was about to argue, so you quickly continued, “remember how I said I could take care of myself now? If we’re going to stay together, then we should have a nice simple friendship, if we do this I don’t think I can accept just a friendship. This way I can take care of m-myself.”

Looking down at you, Sukuna nodded. Pulling his body off yours, he sat on the edge of the bed as you picked yourself up and leaned back on your arms. Sukuna stood up and looked back at you, seemingly wanting to add something to salvage this disaster of a night. It was a shame; the day had started out in such a great way. He started heading towards the bathroom, and before closing the door he turned to look at you, “stay in the bed. We can still share one… we used to do that when we were younger.” You looked at him and smiled, nodding slightly, you would allow yourself this selfish action. As you heard the shower turn on, you got up, fixed your top and headed out into the balcony, closing the door quietly behind you.

You turned, looking out into the ocean. If you tried, you could still believe that maybe your problems were insignificant in the grand scope of things. You would really need to try.

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Slut Fest Day 5 - Noncon

Pairing: TWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k yeah this is a full oneshot lmao

Warnings: Dark!Bucky obviously, fingering, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, implied suicidal thoughts, use of a knife, mentions of wound and blood

A/N: This is the first time I wrote a full noncon fic so feedback is very much welcome!!! This will have a second part which is tomorrow’s prompt, Breeding

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Your vision was hazy when you first opened your eyes, the splitting headache and body pain that came along with it almost made you think that you were merely having a hangover.

Almost.

Flashes of the previous night flooded your brain, you could only recall bits and pieces of what went down. You were at a club with your friends, lots of shots and dancing; there was a man in a black shirt that danced with you. He was ruggedly handsome and well-built with dark hair and a rough voice.

You searched your memories for a name...was it Brian? No, it was far from that. Brock? Yeah, you were confident that his name was Brock.

He danced with you that night and you were sure that he had asked whether you wanted to go somewhere private. And that’s where everything had gone to black.

Blinking helped you with your vision and now you can clearly see that you weren’t in your room. Looking around, you realized that you were in a cell. It was dark and damp, with only a single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling above.

The pain in your shoulder and arms made you want to stretch but to no avail because it was only now that you discovered that your wrists were restrained and tied above your head. You were almost standing on your tiptoes with how high you were tied up, explaining the cause of your body ache.

“No, no...is someone out there?!” you screamed in panic as your mind finally understood what was going on.

“Please? Help me!” you yelled, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you tugged at your wrist.

The echo of your voice was the only response you received. Up until you heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar. Your lips trembled in fear as you waited for someone to emerge from the dark.

And there he was, the man from last night, Brock. But he wasn’t alone.

In front of Brock was a man who was way taller and bigger than him— long brunette locks covered his face and if that wasn’t enough to keep his identity hidden, he had to be wearing a black mask as well.

It wasn’t just his large built and mysterious look that piqued your interest, it was his left arm. It was made out of what seemed to be metal; there was a red star painted on the shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake. Didn’t want to keep the Soldat waiting.” Brock said as he pushed the man inside the cell.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why am I here?!” you spat at Brock as you watched him close the cell door before locking it once more.

Brock merely smirked, “You were at the right place at the wrong time, baby. Needed to reward our asset with a little something, thought you looked like the perfect present.” he chuckled darkly.

“Soldat, she’s all yours.”

Those words made your bile rise up to your throat and the presence of the metal-armed man didn’t help you with your fear. You threw up all of a sudden, coughing as your tears began to fall endlessly.

“Please...please don’t.” it was all you could utter as you shook your head.

The sound of the Soldat’s heavy boots crushing the ground made your heart beat twice as fast. You probably looked pathetic, tugging at your wrists despite knowing that it was futile. The closer the Soldat was, the more you moved and thus, the weaker you got.

“Whoever you are, please...just help me out.” you pleaded.

The Soldat stopped when he was a feet away from you and suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were the bluest you’d seen and despite his intimidating appearance, they held a certain softness in them.

“I don’t know who you are but I know you don’t want to do this.” you softly said, hoping that he’d change his mind.

Your body jolted in shock when Soldat spoke, his voice was low and gravelly— hoarse even, like he hadn’t spoken in a long time.

“Такой красивый подарок.”

Such a pretty gift.

He lifted his metal hand and you flinched, afraid that he was going to hurt you. But he merely took your chin and wiped your bottom lip clean. Soldat was so close that you could hear his heavy breathing beneath his mask.

“Стоит ли мне развернуть подарок сейчас?”

Should I unwrap my present now?

“I...I don’t understand you.” you croaked out.

The way his blue eyes turned dark in a split second brought your fear back. Just like that, the softness he had turned into something so perverse, it sent shivers down your spine. You were about to say something when the Soldat gripped the neckline of your dress with his metal hand, tearing it open effortlessly leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and underwear.

You screamed and tried to kick him but he was so much stronger than you. He didn’t even budge when your feet landed on his thigh. If any, your defiance triggered him and only placed you in a much more dangerous situation.

“I beg you, please…don’t do this.” you cried and cried.

A squeal escaped your lips when Soldat grabbed your face in his flesh hand, squeezing your cheeks as his eyes roamed around your face, taking in all of your features. His thumb grazed your mouth, tugging your bottom lip down before he spoke again, but this time, in a language you finally understood.

“Suck.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you shook your head but when you felt his hand tighten around your face, you were left with no choice but to obey. Letting out a shaky breath, you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.

Soldat hummed before you felt his thumb press down on your tongue. He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth before letting go of your face and taking a small step back away from you.

You hoped he had a change of heart. He didn’t.

You let out a gasp when you saw him take out a knife from one of his holsters, skillfully flipping it before bringing it close to your face. You’d never known fear like this before, it was extremely horrifying.

It felt like you were face to face with the god of death himself.

“Don’t kill me, please! Please let me go, please...I’m not going to say anything to the police, I swear. I’ll stay quiet, I promise.” you sobbed.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears; the Soldat wiped away your tears before he dragged the tip of his knife from your neck down to the strap of your bra, slicing it before moving onto the next, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you bare for him.

There was nothing else you could do to escape and yet you tugged and tugged at your wrists, ignoring the stinging pain from how the restraints were now digging onto your skin. Your wails were unheard and the more you screamed for help, the more helpless you felt.

The Soldat moved to slice the sides of your underwear before tearing them off of you, throwing the fabric behind him. He took a step back, as if admiring his present before him and he loved it.

He loved seeing you like that, vulnerable and helpless. All for him to use, to take and to ruin.

A cold hand ran up from your hip to your ribs, the coolness of the metal making your entire body shiver. A soft sob echoed in the cell when the Soldat cupped your breast before his fingers pinched a nipple, making you cry out.

Your body was responding to his touches despite your protests and it was making you frustrated. You didn’t want this and yet your body craved for more, needed more from him.

The Soldat’s hand traveled to do the same to your other breast before sliding down to your abdomen, making you hiss at the cold sensation. His eyes met yours the same time he cupped your mound.

Your body jumped up as you cried, feeling his fingers rub at your cunt. You begged him to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to continue. Everything was a blur to you now; your pussy began to weep for the same man you wanted to run away from.

Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to make a sound. Warmth crept up to your face when your hips began to move on their own, grinding against the Soldat’s hand as he continued to rub your folds at a slow, steady pace.

You felt ashamed. You weren’t supposed to feel good and yet you did.

The Soldat seemed to have noticed that you were holding back because he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time he slid his middle finger in. The intrusion was enough to make you whimper, something that urged Soldat to keep going.

“N-no…” you whined.

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt in a quicker pace until you felt your wetness dripping down your thighs. You cried and refused to look at him in the face so you rested your forehead against your arm.

Your body was giving up from how you were restrained, your arms were starting to feel numb and your legs were trembling both from pleasure and from trying to support your entire weight on your toes.

“S-soldat…” you unintentionally called out his name when he added another finger in.

It stirred something darker within the man, something primal and feral that made you want to just die right then and there. Perhaps it was better for him to kill you.

He continued to finger your cunt while rubbing your clit in circles, faster and faster until you were crying out both from shame and from your release. Wetness gushed out of your pussy, soaking his metal hand. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and stuck it into your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“Я хочу попробовать тебя в следующий раз.”

I want to taste you next time.

The Soldat was quick to remove his fingers from your mouth, only to move them towards the zipper of his pants. Your eyes widened as you watched him take his cock out, pumping it a couple of times before he stood close to you.

You shook your head, “I don’t want this, please. Soldat, please…”

“Продолжай умолять, милая девушка.”

Keep begging, pretty girl.

In one swift motion, the Soldat hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist before sliding his cock into your pussy. You gasped out loud at the sudden stretch, your brows furrowing into your forehead at the stinging pain. The Soldat was relentless and didn’t give you time to adjust.

He kept on taking and taking and taking until nothing was left from you.

His cock was huge, it filled you up like never before. It stretched you out to the point of pain, making you sob out loud. Your lip began to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, you were giving it your all not to moan but one particular thrust rendered your efforts a failure.

You moaned out loud when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making your body tremble from the pleasure that shot through your veins. Your toes curled and your hands balled into fists when the Soldat kept on hitting that particular spot.

He started groaning and cursing in the same language he had been speaking. His hands on your hips were tight as he brought your body down on his cock each time he thrusted into you. Your restraints kept on jangling above you, as if they were mocking you and the way your body was reacting to the Soldat.

The Soldat sped up his thrusts, fucking you harder and deeper until you were gasping for air. His cock was punching the air out of you and with the heat building up in your abdomen, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

Your entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat while your face was drenched with your tears. You threw your head back when the Soldat brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down on it.

Looking up at your wrists, you noticed how wounded they already were. Small droplets of blood began to drip from your wrists down to your arm. You closed your eyes and refused to watch the Soldat’s assault on your body.

“Please, stop…” you softly begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Soldat didn’t stop and only went faster until you were a sobbing mess. Your body shook when your orgasm hit you wave after wave. You ended up crying out his name as you finished, drenching his cock with your juices.

His grunts were becoming louder and his thrusts sloppier. You knew that he was close and you didn’t want him to finish inside of you. You tried to move your hips away but he was too strong and managed to hold you in place as he fucked you until his balls tightened.

Two more thrusts and he was done, groaning out loud as you felt ropes of his cum fill you up. Your whine turned into a full cry when you realized that you were done for.

Just like that, the Soldat pulled out of you and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Your body had given up and you allowed yourself to just hang limply, ignoring the throbbing pain on your shoulders. At this rate, you were sure that your shoulders were already injured from having been restrained like that for hours.

Your cries died down into hiccups, you’d completely given up. The feeling of the Soldat’s release tainting your legs as it dripped out of your abused cunt was a clear indication that you’d lost everything.

The Soldat lifted your head up with his metal hand; he caressed your cheekbones gently as he finally removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

You were on the verge of passing out when he showed you his face, the last thing you saw before your vision turned  black.

The Soldat truly was the god of death.

[believinghurts]

Their Daughter

Chapter 5

Author’s note: I use Grammarly to fix my mistakes, but there could still be some so sorry for that. Also, I am getting back into writing and am hoping to have a few more works out soon! Please reblog, like, or comment feedback is appreciated.

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: None? Sirius being a d*ck? Maybe language, but I don’t think so.

Regulus wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he stroked his niece's hair. He was mad at his brother for basically throwing away the only good thing that had ever come from the Black family. Sirius was too blinded by the past to see what was right in front of him. As children, Sirius often told Regulus that he was their family's favorite and that it bothered him, but if he knew what it was like to be less loved then how can he love Harry more than Ali? He understood that Harry was Sirius's Godson, but couldn’t he love Ali and Harry equally? If Sirius made the effort maybe Ali and the other children could even be friends. His heart ached from the emotional battle that Ali was going through right now. Even if Sirius didn’t see it, he and Remus did. Ali’s light was dimmer than before and when she was lighting up again after finding out Sirius never came for her, Sirius just had to go and snuffed it out.

Carefully sliding out from under Ali and placing a pillow under her head Regulus left the room. He shut the door behind him casting a locking spell so she wouldn’t be bothered. He needed to speak with Remus first before doing anything. They needed to decide what to do about Ali. As much as Regulus wanted to spend time with her before she went back to school he didn’t want her to be this upset anymore. He walked into the study to find Remus and Nymphadora sitting near the fireplace.

“How is she?” Nymphadora blurted the question as soon as she saw her cousin. Remus had owled her after Ali had gone to her room. The older sister in her wanted to go up to Sirius and give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good.

“She’s asleep for now. All the fighting has exhausted her. I honestly don’t know what to do. I want her here, this is her home, but if Sirius doesn’t stop acting like the brut that he is it is going to hurt her more. Speaking of Sirius, where is he? It’s quiet.” Regulus flopped down on the chair across from Remus and Nymphadora raking a hand through his hair. His worry for Ali was causing him a headache. On one hand, he wanted to send Ali to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the remainder of summer, but on the other, he wanted to hold her close and have her stay in her home where she belonged.

“Sirius left with Harry after you went upstairs. He hasn’t been home since. The Weasleys stepped out to Diagon Alley to get the kids stuff for school.” Remus replied. He was secretly thankful that the house was mainly empty. This way at least Ali could come down if she felt like it without the chance of someone bothering her. Remus was having the same thoughts as Regulus about keeping Ali at home virus's sending her to the Manor. He just wanted his niece to be happy. The hope that he had of Sirius and Ali having the father/daughter relationship was gone. If only Remus could get Sirius to open his eyes to the pain he was causing to the girl, but Sirius was nothing if not stubborn.

“I think I am going to write to Cissa and see if she can keep Ali for the rest of summer. If that’s what it takes for her to be happy then so be it. We can see her off at the -“

“I don’t want to leave,” Ali’s voice interrupted. “I want to stay here with you. Please don’t make me leave. I can handle it, I promise.”

Ali knew that she and Regulus were going to have to talk about the fact that she called him dad, but that was a private conversation. Right now she needed to convince the adults in the room that she didn’t need to leave. She could take Sirius. Yes the words that he had said hurt her and the actions he did tonight furthered that hurt in her heart, but she was done. She didn’t owe him anything, and it was clear she knew that he didn’t want to be her father. She had meant what she said to Regulus. He was her father in all the ways that counted. He loved her unconditionally, was always there for her, and protected her.

She went and sat on the couch in between Nymphadora and Remus who wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to his chest. “It might be best if you went and stayed for the rest of the summer at the Manor, Al. This isn’t good for you mentally. We all can see how drained you are.”

“No, this is my home. I can handle it. I have you all plus the older Weasleys and Fleur. You'll protect me and if I need to get away for a little bit I’ll owl Blaise or Draco to go to Diagon Alley or something. I want to spend time with you. Times are hard right now and you never know when you are going to lose someone and I would like to have as much time with each of you just in case.”

Regulus leaned forward taking Ali’s hand in his, “Nothing, and I mean nothing is going to happen to us. I love you more than you could ever imagine and if you want to stay here you can.” Ali smiles brightly at that before Regulus cut her off, “but you have to tell me, Remus, or Severus, if anything happens. And you have to come out of your room. I am not having you locking yourself away again. Got it?”

Ali pounced on Regulus, hugging his neck tight. She was excited to spend some more time with her family. She had meant what she said about never knowing when something was going to happen. Wizards had been disappearing all over London and she was genuinely scared something was going to happen to her loved ones. She was going to make it a point to take plenty of photos and make enough memories to last a lifetime the next couple of weeks.

Regulus held his niece tight, fighting back the tears when she whispered, “Thanks, Dad,” into his ear. He had been called a lot of things in his life, but this was one title he was going to wear proudly.

Remus’s voice interrupted the moment, “wait for a second, why are you going to owl Blaise? We have an agreement, young lady, no boys till you're thirty!”

Ali’s giggle was music to those in the room with her, and for the first time that summer they all saw Ali smile at home the brightest she had since everyone arrived.

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The rest of the day was eventful which was something that everyone was thankful for. Nymphadora left shortly after spending some time with Ali since she had something to attend to with Moody, so that left Regulus, Ali, and Remus to watch the Star Wars movies in Ali’s room. Kreacher brought them snacks while they made a fort on the floor. Ali was incredibly content laying on the mounds of pillows in between her Uncles. When she was younger they would have movie nights like this once a month until she started Hogwarts. Even then she and her friends carried on the tradition in the boy's dorm since Draco was often present at the ones hosted at home. She wished that she could have Draco over now, but knew that if she brought him here then everyone in the house would throw a fit about it, maybe it was something to bring up to Regulus later.

Molly called them all down for dinner shortly after the second film ended. Leaving the mess on the floor the trio made their way downstairs with Ali trailing behind her Uncles. She could feel her nerves spike the closer she got to the dining room. She thought about excusing herself stating she wasn’t hungry, but the loud growl in her stomach gave her hunger away. Everyone had already sat down beside Harry and Sirius when they got into the room. Regulus pulled the seat out next to him for his niece. Fleur shot her a smile when she sat down by her uncle with Charlie on her other side. At least she was sitting near someone who didn’t hate her.

Chatter and the sounds of forks on plates filled the room as everyone got their fill of Molly’s meatballs and onion sauce. Everyone broke off into separate conversations. Remus, Regulus, and Arthur talking about the Ministry, the younger Weasleys, and Hermione talking about Quidditch, Bill and Fleur about their upcoming wedding, and Charlie and Ali talking about his work in Romania. “What are you planning on doing after you leave Hogwarts?”

Ali shot a glance over at Remus who was doing a terrible job of disguising his eavesdropping on the duo. “I am thinking about becoming a professor. I like creatures obviously so I was thinking something along those lines, but I also like Herbology. So maybe that. I just know I want to teach.”

Charlie shot her a grin. “Have you thought about where? I know Hogwarts has Sprout for Herbology and Hagrid was doing Care of Magical Creatures, but you still have three more years of school so maybe they’ll need someone by the time you're done.”

Ali shrugged her shoulders. In all honesty, she wanted to leave England and travel for a bit but knew that if she brought it up now it would be a fight or something so she bit her tongue. “Maybe.”

The noise came to a halt when the door slammed open in the living room. Everyone hopped to their feet, wands at the ready. It felt like hours had passed before the intruder walked through the door. “Sirius! Harry! Merlin, you scared us all.”

“Sorry, it’s raining hard and we were in a rush to get back home.” Sirius shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone retook their seats beside Milly who served Harry and Sirius. Ali tried her hardest to keep from looking at the latest duo that entered, not wanting to cause any more trouble or to give Sirius a reason to lash out at her.

Dinner passed rather quickly, conversations flowed in their small groups. Charlie had gone with Fleur and Bill on a scouting mission shortly after eating, while Fred and George worked on new products for their shop. Ali was in her head thinking about asking to go to meet Pansy in the coming days to look at a new book shop. Pansy wasn’t much of a reader but was always looking for an excuse to get out of her house. She was startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up Molly was smiling softly at her while handing her a letter in a dark blue envelope. She instantly knew who the letter was from since only one person used that kind of envelope when writing her.

“This came for you, dear, when you were with your uncles. I didn't want to bother you then I almost forgot just now.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Ali smiled at the kind woman. Despite her feelings towards most of the Weasley children, their parents were quite nice.

Molly patted her cheek before walking off. Ali started to rip the top off when she got Regulus’s eye and he winked at her. He knew who the letter was from having met the boy a few times already. Her cheeks flushed and continued to do so while reading it.

Dear Supernova,

I hope you are surviving the dreadfulness that is upon you right now with all the people in your house. Yes, Draco told me what was going on yesterday when I finally threatened to out his crush if he didn’t explain why we hadn’t been seeing you a lot this summer. I have to say I am quite hurt that you didn’t tell me yourself. Best friends I thought. Just joking, but seriously you could have told me about him and I wouldn't have said a word to anyone.

I miss you, Supernova. We’ve only got to see each other once this summer and we both know when school starts you will have a book shoved in front of your face in the first three minutes. Could we get together sometime this week? It has been awful at home and if I have to hear Draco's voice one more time without you there to tell him off for being annoying I may throw myself off the astronomy tower.

Your uncle may not agree, but you could come to stay at mine for a night. Mother agreed to it as long as Regulus does and we have separate rooms. If you can't, maybe I can come to you? I don’t really care what the redheads have to say about me being there so don’t worry about that. We have much to catch up on; like the fact that you got Headgirl and also didn’t write and tell me. I had to find that little tidbit out from Parkinson's. Don’t worry we’ll catch up whether that's soon or on the train.

love,

Zabini

Ali felt a pang of guilt hit her square in the chest. She hadn’t meant to forget to fill Blaise in on her life but it had been so crazy recently she hadn’t got to write anyone much. In all the truth no one knew that she had gotten Headgirl. She had gotten the letter from Flitwich a few days after the Weasley’s arrived and completely forgot. Although she told her Uncles she didn’t want to go anywhere spending some time with Blaise sounded nice. Deciding to just rip the bandaid off she looked up to find Regulus and Remus looking at her with amused smiles on their faces.

“What’s you got there, Ali?” Remus asked, causing her cheeks to flame red. She wasn’t scared to say that she wanted to hang out with a boy. She did it all the time whether it was Blaise, Theo, or Draco; it was more to do with the fact that she was about to ask to spend the night at a boys' house. Even if they were going to be in separate rooms and they had fallen asleep cuddled together weeks prior at the Malfoys, something none of her Uncles knew, it was going to be a little fight to get Remus to agree as he made the ‘no dating till you’re thirty’ rule when she was five and asked for a boyfriend for Christmas.

Looking around she noticed all attention was on her even if the other adults in the room were making it seem like they weren’t listening while the children openly gawked. “Uhm,” she was cut off by Severus stepping into the room. Great, now she had to face all three Uncles. Where were Dora and Cissa when she needed them?

Severus hugged her quickly before taking a place by Regulus. “Who's the letter from Ali?” He asked her letting her know there was no getting out of it and that she was going to have to spill the beans.

“It’s from Blaise,” A look of amusement passed Regulus’s face, making her think that he knew what was in the letter already while Remus looked like he was going to snatch the letter out of her hands and read it himself if she didn’t hurry up.

“And what possibly could it say to have your cheeks looking like the inside of Gryffindor common room?” Regulus teased further.

She coughed trying to get her nerves resealed. “He was saying that we need to catch up before school starts, and invited me to come and stay with him and Mrs. Zabini for a night this week.”

Remus grunted while Regulus smiled. Ali had to hide a giggle as she noticed all the other mouths in the room had dropped to the floor. Ali knew that except for Hermione and Harry the Weasley’s never stayed or had anyone else with them.

“Can I, please? His mother said we would have separate rooms and she will be there as well as the house-elves. We only got to see one another once this summer. He said if I can’t he could come here, but honestly, I think the first option is better. Please?” She pulled out her best puppy eyes and pouty lip. She was not above begging for it but didn’t want to do so with everyone staring at her.

Regulus looked over at Remus. Ali could see the silent conversation going on between them. Regulus’s head inclined slightly toward Ali which she hoped to Merlin was a good thing. Remus looked back at his niece with a look in his eye she couldn’t read. “Rosalynn said you’ll have separate rooms?” Ali nodded her head so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “And you’ll stay in them?” Once again she nodded, although she knew that they more than likely would be in the family room till late hours in the night. He looked back at Regulus, “you have no problems with her going?”

“No, I already knew about it. Rosalynn wrote about two days ago. If she wants to go, that's fine. You know Rosalynn will look after her as she does Blaise. And the Heavens know that boy would jump in front of the Knight Bus for Ali.” Regulus chuckled at Ali's shocked expression.

“Y-you knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Ali struggled to get the words out.

“Rosalynn said Blaise wanted to ask you. She was just giving me a heads up, knowing how Remus is with boys and you. You know we talked quite often, Als.” Regulus winked at her.

“You may go,” Remus stated. She was shocked she didn’t have to put up more of a fight.

“WHAT?” Sirius shrieked. He knew that Regulus would let her go to the Death Eaters house, but Remus? He thought he could count on his ‘friend’ to at least say no. “You’re letting her go to the Death Eaters house? AGAIN? Who's also a boy and staying the night? Are you mad?”

Remus looked at Sirius with disdain, “No I am not. She is a good girl and Blaise has been her friend for years. Rosalynn loves her as much as we do and would never let anything happen. And for God's sake quit calling everyone a Death Eater.”

“Outrageous.”

“Sirius, you have no say in what she does. You gave that up last night. Ali is a good girl who makes good choices. Not only that but she also deserves a little something since she got Headgirl this year, don’t you think?” Regulus smirked as he saw the Granger girl's face fall.

“You got Headgirl?” Hermione whispered to Ali with disbelief lacing her voice.

“Yeah, I did. Draco got Headboy I believe, but it may be Theo. I haven’t asked yet.”

“Why do you and Draco get Head of Houses? Why not Hermione and -“ Ali cut her dear Godbrother off.

“And who? You? Ron? Why would any of you get Head of Houses with all the trouble you bring in? Sneaking out, stealing things, picking fights. We do have the highest marks in most classes as well as treat others equally unlike the likes of you.”

If looks could kill Ali would be dead three times over. In all honesty, she kinda felt bad for the younger Weasley boy seeing as all of his older brothers, bar Fred and George had been Headboy. But then she thought about the trouble he and his friends had caused her and her friends as well as others over the years. Harry preached about equality among the houses but she had witnessed many times when younger Slytherins were picked on by Gryiffndors. Hufflepuffs generally didn't have any problems with the other houses so long as everyone was being just. Ravenclaws tended to keep to themselves unless it really involved them. Whereas Slytherins preferred to stand up to those picking on other Slytherins especially the younger ones. Slytherins were always made out to be the bullies when in general if you got to know them people would notice that they are a lot more than what their parents used to be.

Ally had heard the stories of how mean James and Sirius were to those in Slytherin even if they never did anything to them. She believed in harmless fun could be had pulling pranks, but tricking someone into going to a place where a werewolf was was downright cruel. She had no doubts in her mind that James and Sirius were once good people like her Uncle Remus is now, but seeing as Sirius still acts like a child those doubts were becoming known.

“I just think that Slytherins shouldn’t be Head of House when all you will do is favor your own, and treat everyone else like dirt,” Ron stated.

“Ronald Weasley! How dare you say such a thing?!” Molly exclaimed.

“It’s alright Mrs. Weasey. I am used to hearing such things come from them and others in their house,” Ali looked Ron in the eyes, “You seem to forget that I’m a Ravenclaw, not a Slytherin. I do not favor anyone and will not when I start Head Girl duties but know this. I will give you as many detentions as you deserve if you are caught bullying, harassing, belittling, any of the other houses. You may think that Gryiffndors are the bravest of the houses and maybe you are in some ways, but you are cowardly in others. Maybe some Slytherins are as bad as you make them seem, but Harry,” she turned her head slightly to the side, “you seem to forget just which house Peter Pettigrew was in when he was the one who betrayed your parents. And Regulus was in Slytherin but seems to be more loyal to his friends and family than that rat was.”

“It seems that Alianova has given you all something to think about as you're getting ready for bed,” Molly stated looking at all the children present in the room. Her face grew red when she saw that none of them had moved a muscle. “Now.”

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, jumped from their seats and booked it to the stairs scared of Mrs. Weasley’s wrath. At some point, Charlie, Fluer, and Bill came back from scouting. Charlie ruffled Ali’s hair causing her to grin. “Good job, kid. You’ll make a great Head Girl.” Bill and Fleur nodded in agreement. “Nothing happened while we were out. We’ll give a full debrief tomorrow, but we will be heading to bed as well. Good night everyone.”

Molly walked to Ali and pulled her up out of her chair before placing both hands on Ali’s pale cheeks. “Don’t you worry, dear, I will be talking with all of them in the morning. You made a lot of valid points, and I for one am proud that you are Head Girl.”

She kissed her forehead before taking her husband to go to bed after waving her wand to get the kitchen clean once again. Arthur offered Ali a small smile before disappearing behind his wife. Sirius scoffed at the behavior which everyone heard but chose to ignore.

Ali turned to her three Uncles, waiting for the answer about going to her friends, and the scene that just played out in the kitchen.

“I am proud of you as well, Alianova. You have done excellent, and I know it is Remus and Regulus' decision about going to Blaises’, but I see no problem with it. I will stay in the guest room. Come get me if you need me. Good night, Ali.” He hugged her tightly, making Ali tear up slightly at the thought of Servus being proud of her. It also made her giddy at the thought of rubbing it in Draco’s face since Severus is his Godfather and never said such a thing to him.

Remus followed after Servus, wrapping his niece in a bear hug around her shoulders. The height difference amusing Regulus to no end seeing as Ali only came about midway in Remus’s chest. “You may go as long as it’s okay with Reg, and you stay in separate rooms. I am a little mad though that you didn’t tell me yourself about getting Head Girl, but I am still incredibly proud of you. No one deserves this more than you do, not even Harry.” The last part was whispered in her ear. He kissed her forehead, before heading to his room.

With the three Blacks being the only ones left in the room. “I don’t think you should go.” Sirius’s voice was venomous as he thought about his only child, his legacy, spending time with Death Eaters.

“It’s a good thing it doesn’t matter what you think isn’t it?” Regulus smirked at his older brother. He was not going to take this away from his child. “Ali, you may go so long as you stay in your separate rooms whenever the two of you decide to go to sleep because I know from having all your mates over it will be late.” He walked to Ali cradling her freckled face in his hands. “I am so proud to call you my daughter. Even after all that you have been through in your life you have still managed to form your own beliefs and thoughts as well as stand up for them. You deserve Head Girl over anyone else, and hopefully, you get to share it with one of your friends.”

Ali dove into her Uncle's chest. Tears welling up into her eyes at the thought that he really did think of her as his own even if she already knew it. It was nice to hear out loud. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I love you, dad.” She kissed his cheek before heading to her room to write Blaise.

Sirius felt his anger sore to new heights when he heard Ali call Regulus dad. He had enough courtesy to wait till she was out of earshot before grounding out, “We need to talk, Regulus.”

[ob-levi-on]

characters: semi-canon! satoru gojo x female reader, with minor mentions & dialogue interactions with other jjk characters

content warnings (SPOILERS!):

this fic discusses on events based of chapter 90 (titled "the shibuya incident, part 8"). if you have not read past that point, please reconsider reading my fic [as to avoid spoilers]

additionally, there is some french dialect in this fic. however, i literally used google translate for that part, because i do not know french by nature. it’s super brief and done only for the fic, please don’t harass me about it 😭

word count: 2.364 (2, 364)

author's note: it's been awhile since i wrote a sfw fic (omg that's literally so bad i'm going to hell for being such a whore). anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this, feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! mwah mwah <3

“looks like time doesn’t pass here.”

a jujutsu master smirked, but an eerie silence engulfed him.  

it was a silence that went on for too long.  gojo sighs, feeling stupid for expecting some sort of response.

“crap…i messed up.  this could be trouble.”

the stillness only reaffirmed the calamity that gojo was in. 

he frowned.  

gojo crossed his arms over his chest, reclining against the pile of skulls.  

he scoffs.  

“whatever.  it’ll be fine.”

even in a desperate situation, he manages to crack out a smile.

“i have faith…in everyone.”

gojo is able to hold his smile for a few beats.  

but who knew that in this minute, in this second, in this beat of time…his enemy was not the cursed user who sealed him here–rather, the unsettling tranquility that dominated him in every aspect.  

and for the first time in a long time, his lip begins to quiver.  his mouth salivates with the bitter taste of despair and regret.  he attempts to push such flavors down by swallowing.  

he isn’t successful.

the tears that have been held back through every heartbreak were finally released.  years and years of worry and concern poured down gojo’s face.  flashing memories of every beautiful moment in his life made their mark on his wounded soul, and gojo’s chest heaved with hopelessness.

as powerful as gojo was in jujutsu, there was nothing he could do that would stop the waterfall of tears.  the humanity in his blood, bred to be so thick and durable over time, suddenly found itself crumbling down within seconds.  

hands turned into fists hit the surface beneath him, an attempt to break free.  the smack against the surface constantly echoed, as if laughing at gojo’s intentions.  the attempt was worthless, he knew.  but as he screamed and cried, releasing his sorrowful anger through punches was the only thing he knew he could do now.

gojo takes his time, almost feeling like an eternity.  

time, in a way, was vividly absent and ever-so-present here.  

once he thinks he has recovered, the man stares ahead.  

a skull stares back at him.

with dry tears on his face, he sniffles.  he shakes his head, bringing his hands to his face.

“why?”  he asked himself, furiously rubbing his eyes.  “out of all things, why are you on my mind?”

YEARS AGO…

a sunny sky.  a comforting wind.  colorful leaves danced in the air, and gojo watched them intently.

he sat alone in a classroom, his head facing towards an open window.  

gojo always liked to observe nature, a hobby he picked up from geto.  although geto was more of a people-watcher.

but geto was gone now.  

nonetheless, today was graduation day.  he should happy.

but in all honesty, it just felt like another day to him.  it was most likely he would take a temporary break from the school after graduation, then come back right back. 

throughout the years here as a student, gojo realized that the regulations of the jujutsu world needed to be changed.  he saw how the out-dated rules affected the lives of young sorcerers.  perhaps he had been ignorant about it when he first started, but now, it deeply annoyed him.  he wanted the cycle of change to start now, even if he wasn’t the one to do so in the end.

he thinks this and more as he observes the whistling trees.  

suddenly, the atmosphere changes.  his heart skips a beat.

before you even open the door, he already knows it’s you.

the sorcerer, however, tries to keep his cool.  he continues to look out the window.

you open the door and whistle a familiar tune.  “i knew i’d find you in here.”

gojo glances back at your way.  a genuine smile appears on his face, and he shrugs.  “you know how much i loved this classroom…i just can’t seem to let it go.”

“you say that as if you didn’t skip half the time.”

gojo displays a dramatic stab to the heart.  “how dare you accuse me of such a thing!”

you try to hide a smile, but fail.  

you displayed the same smile that made him fall in love with you.  a facial expression that was so beautiful, so pure, so…gojo couldn’t even begin to describe it.

you approach, and sit down at an empty desk next to him.  “are you…gonna go out there? they’re taking the class picture soon.”

gojo sighs, and looks at the floor for just a moment.  “just so they can put it on the wall and then forget about us?  i’d rather not.”

you frown.  “regardless of what they do with it, it’s the last memory of all of us together.  don’t you want that?”

“no, i don’t.  i want–”

gojo stops himself.  the man suddenly finds himself staring into your eyes, and they shine beautifully.  

he had to refrain himself from finishing the sentence, because he was going to say that all he ever wanted was you.  only you.  he didn’t want to be reminded of the bittersweet memories of his colleagues and instructors through a photograph.  the only thing he wanted to remember were the gratifying moments of just the two of you, the ones where he made you laugh and the ones where you made him feel like the strongest man alive.

gojo has to look away from you, otherwise he would declare his love right here and now.  but it would be unfair to you.

if you weren’t leaving the country, maybe he would’ve said it.  

but fate had other plans for you.

when you first started at jujutsu tech, the first years consisted of four students.  shoko, geto, satoru…and you.  the four of you bonded quickly and had your adventures, becoming some of the best student sorcerers within japan.  

but as you know, time doesn’t only heal, it reveals.  

after the mission that involved the death of riko, along with geto going dark, everything changed.  and even though satoru was in love with you since the moment that he met you [while you also felt the same way], it was difficult to talk about such emotions when other things were much more important in the moment.

the remaining three of you were able to get through it, however.  shoko decided to specialize in medicine since she was able to use her reversed curse technique to heal others.  you had asked gojo what he wanted to do, but the man simply shrugged.  

as for you…you always wanted to help people.  you never even realized you had supernatural abilities until a teacher from jujutsu tech reached out to you.  at that time, you had seen all the evils of the world.  but if you could help with just a small portion of that, even if it was exorcizing things that most humans couldn’t see…then you were doing something right.

by the end of today, the three of you would be deemed grade one sorcerers.  the more experience you got in the future, and the chances of you three becoming a special grade sorcerer would be just within reach.

that was your goal.  thus, you tried to excel at everything you did.  and your efforts did bear fruit, because you were offered an internship to follow a special grade sorcerer in europe, immediately after graduation.  you’d be a fool not to say no.

in short, gojo could tell you that he loves you.  but in a world where curses would continue to be born, your main priority [and ultimately his] was to exorcize them each and every one of them.  it would be selfish of him to tell you such things and confine you here.

but god, did he love you.  his heart ached with sorrow simply at the thought of you leaving, so how would he deal with your absence?  he didn’t even want to think about it.

“what do you want, satoru?”

your sweet voice brought him out of his melancholic trance.  he gazes back at you, and notices that your face is much, much closer.

his body naturally responds, leaning forward.  your immense desire for a single kiss from gojo overrides your subconscious, and you sway towards him.

so close, yet so far.

the two of you are suddenly startled when the classroom slides open, an ecstatic shoko jumping into the room.  

the two of you manage to pull away in time, but the rosy cheeks remain on the two of you.  

“there you are!”  she exclaims, walking in and sitting on top of the desk in which you sat.  “i was looking for you guys everywhere.  principal yaga sent me to find y’all for the class picture.”

the woman pokes her tongue out.  “the faster we take the picture, then we can go out to celebrate together one last time.  so let’s go!”

shoko grabbed your hand and pulls you up, before getting up from the desk and walking away.  you straggle behind, looking back at satoru.

the man met your gaze.  they gleamed with such hope and heartbreak.  gojo tears away from your eyes, looking back outside once more.

that was the last time you two ever saw each other.

NOVEMBER 1ST, 2018 -  ST. MALO, FRANCE

“bonjour à nos téléspectateurs, nous avons des nouvelles de dernière heure en ce moment…”

the television played as background music in the office, while you typed away on the computer.  you were completing a report about the recent curse you just exorcized in paris, france.  it was small fry compared to other cases, but enzo [the sorcerer who gave you the internship ten years ago, and also your boss] preferred documentation when you dealt with a curse.

your partner, destin, was writing a supplement to your report at a desk right next to you.

you were now a special grade sorcerer, and had been for several years.  during that time, you traveled around europe [and other countries every once in a while] to exorcize curses.  however, you haven’t gone back to japan since you graduated.

on the bright side, you were doing what you had always hoped to do.  after you eliminated each curse, the gratitude from people’s faces was certainly something that warmed your heart.

although, their gratitude alone could not fill your heart.  there was only one person who was capable of that, and you thought of him everyday.

as you were reading through your narrative, the news on the television seemed to grow louder.

“des témoins rapportent qu'une sorte de barrière ne leur permet pas de pénétrer dans le territoire de shibuya au japon, et déclarent que personne de l'intérieur n'est sorti. la police n'est pas sûre de sa cause–”

you turn around quickly, wanting to make sure you heard the anchor correctly.  on the screen, the title card at the bottom said “BREAKING NEWS: SHIBUYA, DERNIÈRES NOUVELLES:  SHIBUYA”.  alongside the anchor was camera footage of downtown shibuya, where citizens seemed to be huddled near an invisible line.

you had startled destin, and the man turned around to see what caught your attention.

the two of you recognized the curtain immediately.  while most humans couldn’t see it, the both of you knew that someone had put a veil over this part of shibuya.

but you didn’t know why.  

“that’s not good,” destin says, pulling out his phone.  the two of you connected so well that he already knew what was on your mind.  your eyes stayed glued to the screen as you hear him dial away.

“hé enzo, c'est le destin.  avez-vous entendu les nouvelles de shibuya?”  

the man stays quiet for a few moments, and you can hear enzo chatting on the other side.  eventually, destin says, “d'accord. c'est tout ce que j'avais besoin de savoir. merci.”

the camera on the screen focuses on witnesses, and some exterior shots of the city are taken.  

“japan sorcerers did ask for reinforcements but…we’re too far away.”

your heart drops, and you look at your partner.

destin is unable to meet your sorrowful eyes, so he looks away.  

“however enzo…” destin begins to say, “would understand if you went there right away.”

you didn't have to think it over twice.  shibuya was in trouble.  how could you call yourself a sorcerer if you couldn’t even help the people near your home?  while you didn’t know what kind of curse was terrorizing japan, you had to do something.  and even if the battle was over once you landed, you could stick around and help with the investigation.

your heart suddenly begins to ache as questions come into your mind.  

did they send jujutsu tech special grade sorcerers?  of course they did.  but this is a big deal, the special grade sorcerers, as talented as they are, couldn’t be enough.  oh god, did they send first years?  did they send kyoto tech too?  

is satoru there?

as you gathered all your things to leave the office, destin tells you, “i checked some flights.  there is a plane leaving in one hour from here to tokyo haneda.  go home and pack the essentials.  i’ll get a taxi to arrive at your apartment and take you to the airport.  make sure to take your badge for priority landing and government access into the country.”

by the time he finishes his planning, you’re about to step outside the office.  your partner hugs you, and says, “be safe, y/n.  call enzo or myself as soon as you can.”

“i will.  thanks, destin.”  you reply, letting go and walking out of the office.

you had not spoken with gojo since the day you graduated.  but your eyes nearly welled up in tears at the thought of him.  how could you be so stupid to leave him?  how egotistical were you to put yourself first over him?  you were so ashamed to finally realize that, especially after all the years.

it wasn’t the fact that you thought he couldn’t handle himself, it was the fact that he could be in danger and not even realize it.  

seeing satoru would be priority after solving the curse in japan.  while your heart was filled with hope and anxiety, the travel towards japan felt incredibly long.  it was almost if…time didn’t pass.

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An adjustment

Niphka took a step forward. The water clung to her feet like it didn’t want to let her go. Her eyes still needed to adjust, and she blinked a few times. After an eternity in the water, she needed a second to regain her balance. She could feel her legs and how they were much less muscular than her fishtail.

She slowly approached the shore and lowered herself to the ground. Without thinking why, she let her hands run over her naked calves, and went on to inspect her arms. Her scales were gone, as where all signs of gills and fins. Her body was clothed in white fabric. Leathery armour protected her arms and chest. Niphka noticed that the protective pieces still bore the scratches of battle. Her last battle.

A sound drew her back into the present. She squinted to see where it came from, and her eyes discovered Jon, who struggled to get on land without putting pressure on his bad leg.

She moved to sit on her knees and leaned forward. It was impossible to see if he looked at her when she extended her hand and scooped him out of the water. As Niphka held him in a loose fist, she felt him tremble.

“You’re not still afraid of me, are you?” she asked, half joking, half serious.

“It’s cold!” Jon snapped. “It’s cold and I’m shivering because I am drenched and you – you… you’re…”

“I am what?” Without wanting to, she tightened her grip.

He shook his head heavily.

“Please,” he stammered. “Please don’t hurt me.”

It was like someone had burnt her hand. As quickly as she could, she sat him back on the ground and rested her hands on her lap.

“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He sat in the sand, looking at her. She felt his eyes on her body, but she decided to give him a moment. Finally, she needed to break the silence.

“Look, Jon. I know that this is a lot for you. Maybe I shouldn’t have put all of this on you. But, I’ve been alone for so long, and I-… I am glad I got to meet you. I want to help you, I really do!” She sighed. “Things are so different than how they used to be. Everything is difficult.”

She pushed a strand of dark, coily hair aside and waited for his reaction. What she would give to know what he was thinking!

“It is a lot.” Jon’s voice was quiet. “I feel like I am trapped in some wild dream, and every time I expect to wake up, it just keeps going.”

He looked at her again.

“At least I’m not alone, right?”

She dared to smile again. “Right.”

Niphka made a move to pick him up again, but he raised his arm and called, “Stop!”

She drew back. “You can’t walk on your own.”

“I know, I know! But you can’t just… just grab me!”

That she understood. “Alright. I will ask for permission.”

“Thank you.”

If she wanted to earn his trust, Niphka thought, she had a lot to learn.

Jon was sure that if he weren’t already sitting, his knees would surely fail him any moment. His skin itched under the wet clothes clinging to it and the cold stung to his bone, especially in his still shoe-less feet.

He knew he should ask Niphka for help. But the events of the past hour had rattled his entire worldview, again. As he sat there, his physical state a representation of everything he’d gone through, his mind went through all the emotions he tried to suppress. Just when he thought he had arranged with his situation, Niphka had reshuffled the cards. Jon didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“I need to make a fire,” he stated quietly. From the corner of his eye, he saw her flinch. In a tired effort to apologize, he explained, “If I don’t dry my clothes, I’ll get a cold.”

She nodded and rose to her feet to search for wood. She was so tall, he couldn’t even see her entire form until she was a few steps away. Jon still shuddered at the memory of her large hands picking him up like nothing. On the island, there had always been some form of imagined fence between them – he was on land, she remained in the water. Now that that fence was broken down, his instincts begged him to get away from the giant.

This impression only strengthened when she came back. Her large form approached him and he felt every muscle in his body tense up.

She said she won’t grab you again. It’s just Niphka. It’s just Niphka.

She dropped a pile of dead branches into the sand. “Here.” Then she moved back, but stayed close enough to talk to him.

“Do your matched still work?”

Jon nodded. “They’re waterproof.”

The white wood burnt quickly. Jon took off his coat. He had cut his shirt to pieces to bandage his ankle, so he moved closer to the fire to stay warm. He bit his cheek as he continued to undress. Partly because of the pain, and partly because these weren’t exactly private circumstances.

Niphka cleared her throat. “Wait,” she said, “take this.” She ripped a piece off her toga-like dress and handed it to Jon.

“Thank you.” He took it and tried to look her in the eye.

The fire illuminated her face. Her skin was a rich brown and her hair reached her shoulder in dozens of curls. If they had met as two humans, ... well, who knew.

He felt the colour rush to his face. Hastily, Jon wrapped himself in the white fabric.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “Maybe we should stay here for the night. We can get some rest, I can let my clothes dry for a while and we head North in the morning.”

“As you want.”

She moved a bit further away and laid down on her side, head resting on her arms.  Jon noticed that she didn’t let the fire out of her sight for one second. It was a bizarre thought that someone so gigantic would fear a little campfire. Jon gave her a smile.

“I’ll keep watch, don’t worry.”

Her eyes darted to him. She looked like she was going to protest, but then she returned the smile.

“Thank you.”

And she added, “I won’t worry.” and held eye contact for a moment.

Niphka closed her eyes.

Jon stared into the flame, lost in thought, until he eventually fell asleep.

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The Type You Save ~ S E V E N

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Previous : S I X

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A knock at the door brought the couple back to the present.  Alex smiled and went for the door. “Hey Nat.”  

“Hey Alex. Nice place.”  

“Not mine, at least not yet.  Come in.”  

Natasha Romanoff didn’t hesitate.  Confidence was something she called self preservation.  If they think you’re confident, they can’t take you for granted.  She walked into the living room, surveying the blonde that was seated with her nephew.  

“Auntie Nat!” Drew raced to the red head, jumping into her arms.  

“Hey AJ!” Nat held onto her nephew a little tighter. Fear coming through, holding the only other person she truly cared about.  She finally put him down to see the intimidating looking blonde in front of her.  Hi.  

“Hi.” His eyes never left hers, but she stuck up her chin.  

“You’re the former best friend.”  

“Former? Don’t think so sweetheart.”  

“Ok, best friends,” Alex said with emphasis. “Relax.  Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and this is James Barnes.”  She pulled James forward.  

James assessed the woman in front of him.  Thin, wild red hair, she had a sense of being uncomfortable in front of actual people but didn’t show it.  James or Bucky, which ever you prefer. He offered his hand.  When she took it, he held on.  “Thank you for looking after my girl and my son.  Really.”  

Nat smiled.  “You’re welcome.  I know you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but Ale has been family since MIT.”  

Steve was still wary of the woman who took his spot as Alex’s best friend.  “MIT, smart.”  

“Yeah,” she looked at Steve, “smart.  Unlike you Rogers.  Why would you go through a main door without looking first, when you don’t have a shield in front of you to protect you?”  

“You did what?” Alex exclaimed.  

Steve gaped at her as Bucky tried not to laugh. “How do you know about that?” 

“I did a little bit of investigating.” Nat shrugged.  I wanted to know about the man who loved Alex so much that he would piss off a known mob boss.  You just happen to be in there.”  

“Please don’t tell me how you did that,” James said.  Plausible deniability.  

“Got it.” Nat looked around.  “Nice place. Kinda plain.  Needs art or something.”  

“We just moved in.” Steve rubbed his neck, trying to get over his embarrassment. 

“Still.” Nat was having fun riling up Steve.  She knew what Steve meant to Alex and knew that he had a solid place in her heart.  

“Punk, think you would be up to watching Drew for us tonight?” James asked, trying to change the subject.  

“It’s been eight hours and you already want to drop your kid on me?” Steve mocked.  

“I just want to take Alex to dinner.  We have stuff to talk about and I won’t be able to do that in front of my son.”  

“I could watch him,” Nat offered. “You know Wans and I would love to.”  

“I know Nat.  But Steve needs to bond with Drew since…” she stopped since the idea of moving in with the guys had not been breached. 

“Since you’re moving in here?” Steve offered, raising an eyebrow.  Alex looked at him with a shocked face. “I kinda figured since I’ve known Bucky a lot longer and he wouldn’t want to be away from you.” He shrugged.  “It doesn’t bother me.  It’ll be like old times.”  

“Told ya,” James said.  

“Whatever,” Nat waved them off.  She got on the floor with Drew.  “Hey AJ? Did you want to stay here tonight with Steve or come home with me and Wans.  I know how you like your nuggets.” 

“I can learn,” Steve grumbled.  “If he’s going to be here, I have to know.”  

Drew looked between all the grownups.  “Mama, I don’t know.” He ran to her legs.  

Alex stroked his hair.  “Its ok baby.  Uncle Stevie just want to get to know you. You can show him all your toys and then when your daddy and I get back, daddy will read you a story ok?” 

“Okays.  Uncle Stevie do you have crayons?” 

“I have crayons at my house AJ,” Nat offered.  

“Natasha! Knock it off,” Alex scolded.   

“We can go get some, pal,” Steve offered.  “You can pick out whatever you like.”  

“Okays!” Drew went back to his drawing while Steve looked at Nat with a smug face.  

“That rivalry is not going away,” James whispered in Alex’s ear.  “But who is Wans?” 

“Wanda,” she whispered with a smile.  “Her fiancé.”  

“The teacher? Really? I did not see that coming.” James nuzzled his head into the crook of Alex’s neck.  “So, date.  Dinner?” He placed soft kisses.  “Maybe more.” 

“What do you take me for Inspector Barnes?  I don’t sleep with a man on the first date.” Alex smirked at him.  

“No, you don’t.  I remember.  But,” he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, “I think you could make an exception for me.”  

Alex wasn’t sure how she wasn’t on fire or in a puddle on the floor. She took a deep breath. “If you treat me well, Inspector.” She shook her head to clear it.  “Maybe we should have Steve come to my apartment to babysit. Since everything he would need would be there.  Plus, Nat and Wanda are right next door if he has questions.”  

“I’m sure that’s fine.  Tell you what.  Go home.  Don’t run away. Ouch,” as Alex smacked him. “Ok deserved that one.  Anyway, get ready, I’ll pick you up and drop off Steve.”  

“Sounds like a plan. Hey Uncle Stevie!”  Alex giggled saying it as Steve got up from the couch.  

“You summoned, your highness.”  

James rolled his eyes. “Really punk?” 

“What?  She’s going to tease like the queen you treat her like then its sass she gets back jerk.”  

“Ok children.  Steve, will you come babysit at my apartment?  It will make Drew feel better.”  

“Sure Alex, of course.  I’ll stay the night.  You guys can have this apartment if you want.” Steve smirked.  

“Not you too.” Alex groaned as James and Steve started to laugh.  She walked over to where Nat was.  “Think you could take us home.  Steve is coming to my place to babysit.”  

“Sure.  Ready to head out, little man.” Nat went to pick up Drew.  He moved away from her.  Drew? 

“No.  Want to stay with daddy and Uncle Stevie.”  He ran to James’s legs and hid behind them.  

“How is it I’ve been replaced?” Alex stood with her hands on her hips.  “Baby, daddy and Uncle Stevie are going to meet us later. C’mon.”  

“No!”  Drew started to cry.  James picked him up and held him close.  

“Doll, why don’t you go take some time and get dolled up.  I’m hang on to him and bring him when I pick you up?”  

“But you don’t have a car seat or his snacks or…” 

“Allie, I will walk over to the store and get what I need. Just text me what I need.  Give me your phone.”  

Alex handed over her phone and he put in the info. “James…” 

“Don’t worry about it, Alexandra.  He’s my son. I would never put him in danger.”  

“Ok. Fine. You’re right.  I’m sorry.”  She looked down.  

He lifted her head from her chin. “Hey, I get it.  It’s been you and him forever.  But it’s us now, ok?” He kissed her temple.  “Ok Chief. You hang out with me for a bit, ok?” 

“With Uncle Stevie?” 

“With Uncle Stevie,” he confirmed.  “C’mon punk, we got snacks and a car seat to buy.”  

A few hours later found James, Drew and Steve approaching an unfamiliar door. James bounced on his heels as he knocked.  

“Bucky? You ok?” 

“Just nervous.  Haven’t been on a date in three years.”  

“But its Alex.  Alex who doesn’t ever make anyone feel less than.  It’ll be fine.  Besides, I know you’ll be happier when you get to f-“ he stopped and looked at Drew. “When you get to fingerpaint,” he said slowly.  

“Nice save Uncle Steve.  Please watch your mouth around my kid.”  

“That was a statement I would have never thought I would hear from you,” Steve said with a laugh.  

“Shut up.”  James knocked.  The door opened revealing a goddess.  Her hair was down, makeup simple.  She was in a black mini dress and high heel boots. “Oh fuck,” he mumbles.  

“James Buchanan! Seriously? In front of our son?!” 

He looked back at Steve shaking with laughter as Drew played with Steve’s dog tags. “I’m sorry, doll.  I just…” 

Alex smiled. “Its ok. Nat swears more around him.  Really surprised that he hasn’t started.”  She finally took him in. Dark blue button down and black slacks.  He had his hair slicked back but kept the stubble.  Alex tried hard not to drool.  

“Mama!”  Drew’s little voice brought her back.  

“Hi baby.  Ok, c’mon in.”  She showed off her small apartment.  “Umm, Drew will get to sleep around 8, Steve.  I left some chicken nuggets on the counter to microwave.  No TV but he can color as much as he wants.”  

“Good.  Bought him a couple of coloring books and crayons.”  

“Perfect.  He gets milk with bed and a story. Nat and Wanda are just across the hall if you need them. Andrew, you better listen to Uncle Steve, ok?” 

“Okays. Hug?” 

She took her son and hugged him tight.  "I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast, ok?" 

“With daddy and Uncle Steve and Auntie Nat?” 

“We’ll see.  Can you give Daddy a hug?” 

James hugged him hard.  “You be good ok, Chief?” 

“Okays.”  He wiggled down and went to his play table.  

“Thanks punk.”  

“Have fun jerk.  Alex.”  

The ride to the restaurant was quiet.  James and Alex were so out of practice dating. James took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  “You’re quiet.”  

“I’m nervous.”  

“Me too.” 

“Why are you nervous?” 

“Because its been awhile.”   

“I know Jamie.” Alex cleared her throat. “You look handsome today.”  

And you look beautiful.  Just like how I remembered you.  

They got to the restaurant and had a little wait.  James guided Alex to the bar and took a seat.  “Still a gin martini?” She nodded and he ordered the martini and a whiskey neat for himself.  

“So,” as he sipped his whiskey, “did you see anyone while you were away?” He uncomfortable looked up and then away.  

“Seriously?” Alex glared at him 

“What? You said it yourself that you weren’t sure that you were coming back.”  

“Oh, and my vows were what just a joke? Thanks for the vote of confidence.”  

“Allie, that’s not what I meant.”  

“Then what did you mean Jamie? No, ok, no. Between, you know, not being a cheater and raising a baby I didn’t have time.”  She took a long sip of her martini.  “What about you?” 

“What about me?” 

“Did you cheat?” 

“Allie, I didn’t mean…” 

“No, I want answer.”  

“No Alexandra. I focused on work and trying to find you.  I’m sorry ok.  I just… it’s been three years ok?  Haven’t looked or touched another woman because you were it.  And unless I saw a body, it has always been you.” She looked away. “Doll, look at me.” She turned her head back.  “Its always been you.”  

The hostess decided that was the time to interrupt.  “Your table is ready sir.”  

“Thank you.”  James helped Alex up, and ran his finger over her engagement ring and wedding band. As he guided her to the table, he whispered, “you didn’t take them off.”  They were seated by the window.  

“Only when I was trying to escape.  Didn’t want anything flashy. And when I was pregnant because they got stuck.  But the minute I could, they were back on.”  

“I’m sorry Allie.  I am. I didn’t mean to imply that you would.” He moved his thumb over her knuckles.  

“I’m sorry too.  This shouldn’t be this awkward.” 

James looked at her and smiled.  “It’ll get better.  We’ll find us again.”  

As James reached for Alex’s hand, a man watched outside.  He reached for his phone. “Boss I think I found them.”  

Are you certain? 

“We followed Barnes and Rogers out of New York, and they have found a place in San Francisco.  But sir, I think we have something bigger.”  

What could be bigger than ending those two fuckers who were ruining my life? 

“I think we found her as well.”  

Alexandra?  

“Yeah, they have been seen with a woman who looks a lot like her.”  

I want confirmation in 24 hours Walker.  He hung up the phone.  His pet, his sweetness. He smiled cruelly. Two birds, one stone. 

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Laisse tomber les filles 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: That slow creep, tho

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You looked down at your body and fidgeted. The skirt was so short you pulled on a pair of stockings in an effort to hide your legs, and it was tight like the blouse. Both pieces seemed to be just a size too small. The boots were higher than any heels you’d worn before and you felt awkward in the get-up.

Noon. That was when he told you the night before as he kept stalling you from leaving. Every time you were ready to push open the car door, he had something else to say. You agreed to noon just to appease him so you could run and hide in your dorm.

You pulled on your long pea coat and stuffed your textbooks into your canvas bag with the leather straps. You hiked it up on your shoulder and slung your pocketbook from your other. You stepped out into the hallway and wobbled on the heels. You clung to the handle as you kept yourself upright.

“Wow, you look special,” Gina remarked as she peeked through the kitchen door.

“Um, thanks,” you pulled your coat closed and buttoned it, “it’s… new.”

“It’s cute,” she said as Lisa came to peek through the doorway as well.

“Where are you going?” the second girl asked.

“To study,” you said as you carefully made your way to the heavy door that led to the stairwell.

“Oh, study, huh?” she teased, “can’t be alone then.”

“I’m gonna be late,” you kept your chin down.

“Don’t let us hold you up,” Gina said as you opened the door and stepped out.

“I didn’t know she had anywhere to go,” Lisa’s trilled and her voice slipped into the hall just before the wood slid back into the frame.

You exhaled through your nose and braced the railing for your slow and treacherous descent. As you got to the bottom, you teetered and pressed yourself to the wall as two girls came through the door. You watched them flit up the stairs and scurried out into the spring air.

The weather was as bitter as before. It smelled like wet grass and mud. The sun beamed down warmly and made you sweat in your jacket. You gripped the strap of your bag and cleared the single step to even ground.

“Honey,” the voice drew your eyes up from your boots and you blinked. 

The sheriff stood by his cruiser as he watched you. He didn’t wear his uniform, instead a pair of grey slacks and pure white button-up under his usual leather. He smiled and came to the end of the walk as you hesitantly closed the gap. Your heel caught in a crack and you stumbled. He caught you and gave a soft laugh.

“You okay?” he asked as he held your elbow in one hand and his other went to the small of your back.

“I’m fine,” you righted yourself and parted from him, “just didn’t see the crack.”

“Here,” he tugged on your heavy knapsack, “let me take this.”

You let him, unsure what to say. He was early. Your watch assured you he was a whole twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Your own timing was purely habit as you hated to keep others waiting.

“Thank you,” you squeaked as he put the bag in the back seat.

“So, can I see it?” he asked as he shut the door.

“What?” your brows knitted in confusion.

“The clothes,” he said lightly, “that is what you’re hidin’ under there, right?” he pointed at a large round button on your pea coat, “it’s too warm to be wearin’ all that.”

“Can I wait… until we’re at your, um, place?” you clutched the round collar of your coat anxiously.

“Oh, for my eyes only, huh,” he teased with a wink.

“No, I just… can we go?”

“Course, honey,” he brushed by you and opened the front door, “get in.”

You sat and pulled your legs in, hooking them around the edge of the seat stiffly as you crossed one over the other. The door closed and you picked at the metal clasp of your pocket book and chewed your lip. Why were you doing all this? You were an adult, he said it himself, you could say no…

You glanced around, his sheriff’s hat sat on the dashboard and you shook your head. No, you couldn’t. He was a cop and your discomfort wasn’t a reason to be uncourteous. Your mother always told you to push yourself out of your safe zone. She hated how you always held yourself back because you were scared. It was difficult enough to get you out of the house and into a dorm.

Once he was in the car, there was no turning back. You coudn’t lie about feeling sick or claim a forgotten study group, you were on your way and suddenly you were filled with panic. What if he wasn’t taking you to his house? Did that star on his hat really mean he was a good person?

“Um,” the syllable slipped from you nervously.

“What is it, hon?” he asked as he gripped the grooved wheel.

“Um, I don’t…” you stuttered as you searched for words. You couldn’t let him know what you were really afraid of, “so, uh, I would’ve thought that… you have a wife?”

His brows flicked up as you peeked over at him. He pushed his bottom lip out and hummed. He clicked his tongue and sighed.

“Well, I did,” he admitted, “but I don’t like to talk about it too much. She, er, she’s married to my deputy now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “I didn’t…”

“It’s all over now,” he shrugged, “you know, I’ve moved on. We’re both happier for it.”

“That’s… good, then,” you murmured.

“Must be, I met you,” he smiled, “huh?”

“Well, I…” your hand shook and hid it up your sleeve, “I don’t know, I’m a bit young, aren’t I?”

“Young?” he said, “you don’t act it. You’re a lot more mature than lots of ladies I know. The way you carry yourself… you work hard I can tell. I don’t see your age, just a good woman.”

“Hmm,” you pursed your lips tightly.

“I mean it,” he insisted, “you got character beyond your age.”

“Thank you, but I… I don’t know,” you picked at the cuff of your coat.

“You brought your books?” he said, “must’ve. That bag sure is heavy. I got a place for ya all set up.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be workin’ on supper, I hope you don’t mind the noise,” he drawled, “you know, I don’t cook often so I might be a bit… lost.”

“You don’t have to cook for me,” you offered, “really, it’s… too much.”

“I wanna, honey,” he said, “ain’t it special? A fellow cookin’ for his lady?”

“Uh, oh,” you frowned, “sure.”

“And you can turn the radio on if you like,” he continued, “it’s new.”

You nodded and listened meekly. Every argument you had for him was quickly shot down. He was so good at telling you how you were wrong or what to do while making it feel like good advice. Each demand, each want, was presented as common sense. It was impossible to argue with him because deep inside, you couldn’t argue with yourself. 

While your gut told you something was off, your head assured you of your paranoia. You didn’t know any better, did you? You didn’t know how these things worked, how men and women got along, so of course it would feel strange to you. But he knew and he was so confident about it, he must be right.

📚

Lee’s house was nice, just outside the city limits. It reminded you of the suburban homes you passed on your way to high school in your hometown. You only ever lived in an apartment with your parents and so found the place extravagant compared to boxy until attached hallways noisy with troublesome neighbours.

He led you onto the porch, the wood painted white, and opened both the screen door and thicker wood one ahead of you. You were forced to brush against him as you entered. He was quick to trail you, the screen snapping shut behind him. He hung his leather coat and tugged on the back of your collar as he plunked down your bookbag.

“Go on then,” he said, “let me see it, honey.”

You closed your eyes and steeled yourself. You forced a smile as you undid the first button and slowly turned to him. You unhooked each until the coat fell open and you let it fall down your arms. You quickly swept it up and he took it to hang beside his own.

He faced you and gripped your shoulders as he looked down at you. You shied away as his eyes roved down your body and you took a step back as you crossed your arms.

“They’re a bit tight,” you said.

“You look mighty fine,” he slithered, “look like they fit just nice.”

“Erm,” you rocked on the balls of your feet.

He smiled and knelt to untie his shoes. You unzipped the boots and stepped out of them, stretching your arches as before you brought them flat. You pushed them beside his shoes as his strong cologne tickled your nose.

“Just in here, honey,” he waved you through a doorway, “come on.”

He went back to grab your bag and pointed you in ahead of him as he returned to you. He went to the sofa and dropped the bag on the cushion. 

“You can get settled in,” he sidled away from the coffee table, “the radios there,” he gestured to the console table along the wall, “record player too.”

“Thanks, I should be fine,” you neared and sat on the edge of the couch.

“I’ll be through there, in the kitchen,” he peeked over at another door, “you need anything, just holler.”

“I will,” you twined your fingers through each other, “thank you.”

He smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets as he lingered on the other side of the table, “you do look nice in that,” he looked you up and down again, “you don’t even need the stockings with how warm it’s gettin’.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled and brought your fingers to tap your lip, “guess I should get started.”

You reached for the flap of your book bag and slid out a heavy textbook. You sensed him watching you before his feet slowly turned away and he strode from the room. You opened the book and flipped through the pages mindlessly. 

This house was far enough from the city, far enough that you were stranded, and much of the area was new to you. The realisation made you tremble as you counted the page numbers.