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what horror movie directors would Billy absolutely gush over???
Alright so first off the classics: Carpenter, Craven, Cronenberg, Clark, Lynch, Hitchcock, Hooper, Barker, Argento, Bava, Romero, Raimi, Friedkin⊠probably missing some but you get the idea.
More modern faves: Ari Aster, Robert Eggers, Ben Wheatley, Eli Roth, Gaspar Noe, Nicolas Pesce, Peter Strickland, Takashi Miike, James Wan(more malignant and Saw than the Conjuring), Karyn Kusama (the invitation but an older Billy would reclaim Jenniferâs Body), The Soska Twins (modern grindhouse), Rob Zombie, Matthew Holness (Possum, but Stu would love Dark Place), Ti West, Brandon CronenbergâŠ
Prob missing some tbh.
And some thoughts on directors generally, because Iâm obsessed with some of them and with film history but itâs complicated:
I also thought about adding Lars Von Trier but also it seems like he might be a really shitty person and I want to add the caveat that any of these people could be shitty people and I donât know.
Thereâs a long history of directors being incredibly shitty- looking at you Kubrick, the shining is a good movie but youâre an abusive asshole. So idk, just remember that lots of good artists are assholes and itâs important to be able to recognize both of those things at once and not idolize them. Directors live of the backs of screenwriters and cinematographers and everyone else that makes the movie come together.
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âbecause he never accepts that it's never been about righteousness--it's about repentance.â except javert killing himself IS repentance.
well, itâs like 12 different things, because bro had gone days without sleeping and very little food and water and he already had low self-worth and kept asking the amis to kill him and just assumed he was going to die AND THEN valjean upended his understanding of the world and morality. he was really going through it & there are a lot of overlapping reasons for why he jumps into the seine.
but javert is like Number One Most Responsible guy in the whole story. taking responsibility is his Thing (forever bitter the musical doesnât include the punish me monsieur le maire scene). how else, in his derailment, could he atone for his conceived misdeeds other than by handing in his resignation to god? in the brick he had already left a note urging his superiors to treat convicts at toulon better, which is another step in his repentance (and another crime the musical commits by not including it). jumping into the seine was another step.
honestly a lot of ppl who like the book think the musical was dead wrong to exclude him from the big heaven group sing, because it COMPLETELY undermines the themes of forgiveness and compassion threaded throughout les mis. like the musical was simply wrong lol.
This is helpful context! I am still finishing the brick, although I have fully read the abridged version, and that detail about the letter wasn't included, so I didn't know that occurred! (And thank you for the message--this is a long response but I'd love to hear more of your thoughts!)
I agree that Javert is certainly deeply distraught and remorseful; like you mentioned, his worldview is literally falling apart, and his actions reflect his mental state. But his death isn't really repentance--in the sense that it's not what God would have wanted. To me it reads like a Judas situation: a desperate realization of a huge mistake, and doing the only thing you think can make it right, namely, ending it all. That's the just punishment for someone so wrong, isn't it?
But true repentance, meaning the repentance that the Lord desires, is about changing your ways, not "paying a price." Had Javert really understood the beauty of Valjean's mercy (an image of Christ's, just as the bishop's undeserved mercy was to Valjean himself), rather than killing himself, he would have lived to also become "an honest man"--in heart. One who could forgive and understand forgiveness, for himself as well as others. One who could recognize that he is not The Law, that he can fall, but that he can also be "brought to the light." One who could accept that men like Valjean, and men like himself, CAN change, and be changed.
It's tragic to me because so much of "Stars," and his character in the book as well as the musical, is about wanting to be righteous, to rise above his birth and the sinfulness he associates it with. It's about wanting to please the Lord by his actions. But in his end, he shows he never understood what God really wanted from him, and that's where my original phrase comes in: not righteousness, but repentance. To live, and face the man you were, knowing it's no longer the man you are. That it's never been about what you've done or can do, but about what's been done for you. That's the Gospel that he could never fully accept.
To use another example you mentioned, that misunderstanding drives why he asks the Mayor (Valjean) to punish him--in his worldview, mercy is unjust, or at the very least, unfair. Evil must be punished; "those who fall like Lucifer fell" receive "the sword." But "as it is written," God "desires mercy, not sacrifice" (Matthew 9:13). God would have wanted Javert to live, and Javert couldn't see that, and that's why it's devastating to me. In his misunderstanding of the heart of God, he misses what would have set him free from the chains of sin he's always been trying to escape.
That's why he's contrasted with Valjean, who (though he carries guilt about his past till the end of his life) is eventually able to face it and confess what he had done to those he loves. He knew there was mercy to be found, if only it was asked for. Javert was too blinded by pride and shame to realize it, and so, while broken, he never was able to truly repent.
For that, you must go on.
#i have a lot more thoughts on this specifically as it relates to pride as javert's fatal flaw. that's what kept him from grasping it all#because fundamentally he believes what he does is what sets him apart as righteous. that's the symbolism of the brand: your deeds define you#so if it's actually been about mercy all along then he has been needlessly cruel when he thought it was righteousness#and all of his actions that he thought made him better have been for nothing. he's carried shame for nothing. been a slave for nothing#les miserables#les mis#inspector javert#responses aka the ramblings of my brain#my meta posts#meta#kay can i just catch my breath for a second#no actually i'm still not done just needed to interrupt for the search tags etc.#shame is only possible where pride is present#that's my hot take. if javert had been truly totally humble he would not have killed himself. he would have accepted the gift of life#which is the same gift we are given in christ!! and that's honestly why it isn't repentance because the whole thing is a christian allegory#his suicide shows that he still regards himself as judge. he determines the punishment#and in his song the lyrics are full of things like 'damned if i'll live in the debt of a thief' 'i'll spit his pity right back in his face'#he is too prideful to accept the gift that christ has given: salvation UTTERLY unearned and undeserved. through grace alone#narratively he represents the Law (old covenant) in christianity and those who still choose to live under it#romans 3:20 says 'therefore by the deeds of the law shall no flesh be justified in His sight: for by the law is the knowledge of sin'#but valjean represents one saved by the new covenant. who can see that his 'righteousness is as filthy rags' (isaiah 64:6) and is redeemed#and that is why ultimately from a narrative perspective valjean has salvation and javert does not#not that javert did not see his wrongdoing but that he could not look past his own 'righteousness'#anyway this was all very christian-info-dump but the book is too so i feel it was justified đ but that's my interpretation#would love to hear more thoughts if you have them!! i truly hope this didn't come off as combative bc i mean it super genuinely!#kay has a party in the tags#kay is a musical theater nerd#kay is a classical literature nerd
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sunday x reader - halovian courtship
warning: no spoilers, gn! reader, pining/soft sunday, Sunday info dumping as usual
summary: where Sunday will do everything except confess, and you just think heâs emotionally stunted.
a/n: i read about birds for this
halovian courting rituals
1. Gift giving. Like their close bird companions, Halovians participate in 'nuptial gifts,' a form of gift giving to a potential partner.
You were walking into the Oak Family Headquarters, Dewlight Pavilion, sent to deliver some letters. Although, youâve been here before, it was still a bit nerve wracking to be in such a place, undetached from your usual position as a lower end employee.
The entrance to Oak Family Headâs office was right in front of you. You bite your lip, shifting the documents to your other arm and knock.
âNightingale Famil-â
The door swings open. The family head holding the door stands to the side.
âAh,â Sunday says your name, âitâs you.â
Your eyes widen, blinking a couple times. He remembers me?
âYes, itâs nice to see you again Mr. Sunday. Iâve come with documents from the Nightingale family detailing a new plan for the dreamscape.â
He looks a bit disappointed?
He chuckles, then calls out to a lone employee, âyouâre dismissed for today, Iâll take care of the rest.â
The Oak employee dips his head and leaves. Watching him leave fills a pit in your stomach.
âMr. Sunday, is something wrong?â
Sunday sits up suddenly, âOh, no. Not at all.â Itâs that movement that makes you realize that heâs been fidgeting with something in his lapâŠIs he always like this?
âI guess I was just a bit surprised,â he smiles, looking down to the side. You caught him.
âSurprised? To see me?â Although Sunday and you have met a few times. It was always business, just like nowâwell maybe he did stare a bit intently at you before, but something really was different this time!
He looks up and sheepishly slides a box across the table. âTake it asâŠbeing a good part of The Family.â
For a few moments, your eyes set upon him. What is he planning? Itâs a small box. Almost nothing could fit in there. You lift the top up.
You gasp. Earrings worth more than your entire lifeâs salary. You slam it shut.
âM-Mr. Sunday. This really isnât necessary. I justââ you ramble on. Sunday places his gloved hand on yours.
âPlease, take it.â
Looking into his eyes, you realize that putting up a fight with the Oak Head wonât get you anywhere. You reluctantly take the box.
2. Preening. Similar to nature, touching a Halovian's wings is an intimate gesture to show one's interest in a romantic partner. Someone should never touch a Halovian's wings without asking!
Soon after, you come across Sunday again. This time at the Nightingale Familyâs institution. You were putting away blueprints, plans and documents your coworkers left laying around haphazardly. When a familiar voice calls out to you.
âGood evening. Working hard, I see.â
âMr. Sunday?â
He approached you, then looked around the room. He seemed to realize the situation you were in and scorned your coworkers. He mumbled something about you and moving to the âOak Family.â As he spoke his wings were fluttering. They looked smooth and soft.
âYouâve been staring at my wings. Do they interest you that much?â He chuckles.
âWell, they are very pretty butââ
âWould you like to touch them?â A light blush spreads across his face. Despite that, he seemed perfectly poised. His hands clasped behind his back, standing straight and looking right at you.
âI-is that alright?â tumbles from your lips. You hesitantly reach out.
âI wouldnât have offered otherwise.â
Upon touching them, Sundayâs wings twitched away from you before settling down. The feathers are soft and plush. Some are darker in color while others are more pale. Theyâre surprisingly fluffy. A bit like fur but more delicate.
The blush darkened, his gaze shifted off to the wall. His composure utterly broken, his hands fidgeted behind his back.
âDid you know that birds groom each other as a social activity? It occurs betweenâŠma-members of a flock.â He sputters. What is he saying?
Your fingers stroking his feathers create a flutter within his stomach. He leans into the touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, you reach farther up, a light brush into the coverts of his feathers. Sunday gasps and pulls away.
ââŠYou must take good care of them. Are all Halovian wings soft like yours?â
He wishes that moment would never end.
3. Song. During courtship rituals many birds of different species tend to sing and dance. While that is popular among Halovian people, some may chose show affection through instruments instead.
One day, a notice appears at your door. Upon examining it you realize itâs an invitation from Sunday, instructing you to his office within the Dewlight Pavilion.
Could it be about the documents you sent him last time? You wrack your brain for any possible explanation. He had been acting weirder than usual.
Heat build up in your face upon recalling Sundayâs recent appreciation for you. The earrings that are far too expensive to wear anywhere, and even worseâyou bury your face into your hands. In a profound display of unprofessionalism, he let you touch his wings.
Still, every muscle in your body jittered with excitement, even though it shouldnât.
⫠⏠â©
Suddenly, the closer you got, the more the hallway echoed with the sound of a violin. Slowly, you carefully stepped towards the sound, till you found its source.
Sunday was playing the violin. You couldnât help but freeze where you were and watch him. He truly did look like angel. As he drew his bow across the strings, the light from the window shined down on him. His hair reflected the light appearing almost white. Was he always this beautiful?
Abruptly, he stands up, âYouâre early. Sorry, I didnât hear you come in.â
âSorry, I didnât mean to startle you,â you closed the door behind you, âI didnât know you could play. What song was it?â
He places the violin down on his table and approached you, âItâs âSalut dâamor,â one of the first pieces I learned how to play,â Sunday put his hand behind his back, âthe dream master was the one that taught me.â
âIt was very pretty, I can tell youâve been playing for a long time.â
âThank you.â A light blush spreads onto his cheeks, but itâs gone before you can realize it.
A loud silence sweeps the room. The two of you avert your eyes. This side of Sunday feels so different from what youâve been told. He always maintains a professional barrier. But if so, what was this?
Sunday calls your name, âhow do you feel about me?â
âWhat?â The question is so out of the blue, you mustâve heard wrong, âI think youâre a nice guyââ
âI meant as a partner, I thought you knew. Was I not obvious enough?â He mumbles over the last sentence.
âIâwellââ you stumble over your words. He was serious. The earrings, the wing touching, the invitation. You dismissed it as him buttering you up. The âmost handsome man in Penaconyâ as delegated by the latest magazines, had feelings for you?
Your face felt so hot, you felt as if you could combust into flames at any moment, âI feel the same.â
His expression softened. âThatâs a relief, I donât have to cancel those reservations then.â
âReservations?! Mr. Sunday-â
âJust Sunday. Iâll pick you up later then,â he smiled, then placed his hand near your ear, as if looking for something, âOh, but this time remember to wear those earrings.â
a/n #2: soft Sunday is real, did u see how protective he was of Robin in the quest? i need more hoyo. feed my delusion
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Request (slightly nsfw): Spencer comes into work and doesnât info dump in the briefing. The team questions him and turns out he cut his tongue on his gfâs piercing.
tongue-tied
who? spencer reid x bau!reader (no use of y/n, called cupcake by morgan) content warnings: a little making out and a little foreplay, doesn't really get past that word count: 1.6k songs: say when by the fray a/n: i really struggled balacing the line between banter and bullying for derek and spencer, but consider it early seasons where derek doesn't know where to draw the line <3
They weren't even supposed to be working today, but it's not like crises come scheduled, and who was to blame Spencer for starting his Saturday morning with a little enthusiasm?
He liked taking his time with his girlfriend (a fact that still felt unreal to him, the word itself felt so strange in his mouth), kissing every inch of her. She was like poetry. Everything about her drew Spencer to her. He took her all in - every breath, every movement, the way she arched up into him. His girlfriend. He still wasnât entirely used to the concept, but that was what he enjoyed about this slow Saturday morning. He had time to memorise every inch, his fingers gently tracing over her skin.
His mouth trailed up to her ear, feeling her shiver, and then a jolt of pain stabbed through his tongue, catching on the back of her piercing. He let out a slight hiss, drawing back. âAhâŠâ Spencerâs hand lifted, gently dabbing at his tongue, the pain spreading across his mouth.
"What happened?" you asked, looking at him, concerned, tucking strands of hair behind your ear.
âYour earringsâŠâ Spencer ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, his face twisting at the lingering sting.
You tutted, sitting up. "Show me."
Spencer obeyed, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to show her. A small bead of blood pooled in the centre, a testament to the tiny yet rather painful wound.
"Hold on, I probably have some glycerin somewhere," you said, shifting off his lap and towards her wardrobe, rummaging through a drawer.
Spencer raised a quizzical eyebrow at her, slightly amused despite his uncomfortable injury. âWhat kind of person just has glycerin laying around?â
"The kind who eats pizza too quickly when it's hot," you replied, returning with a small bottle and a cotton bud. "Open up."
Spencerâs mouth curled up in a smile, which was quickly interrupted by a brief wince as she used the soaked cotton bud to apply the glycerin. âWell, at least itâll taste good this wayâŠâ he teased, poking his tongue back out.
You chuckled as you dabbed at the cut, and their phones rang simultaneously, making your shoulders sag. "With that kind of unity, it must be Hotch."
Spencer grumbled slightly, reluctantly leaving the bed to reach for his phone on the nightstand. âI was hoping for a quiet SaturdayâŠâ he mumbled, lifting his phone. Sure enough, Hotchâs name was on the caller ID.
"Ha, no such thing," you scoffed, grabbing your own phone and answering JJ as you grabbed an outfit from your closet.
Talking hurts. In fact, everything that hits his tongue sends a sliver of sharp pain, and so he's uncharacteristically short with everyone, which raises more than a few eyebrows in the briefing.
"No statistic on that to bring up?" Emily asked, her smile teasing and even Derek's got a laugh that he's masking.
"Didn't seem relevant," he said quickly, withholding a wince, and it was like you could sense the danger of getting caught when you brought up a question to Rossi to bring attention back to the case. If only that had gotten the them off his back.
Derek cornered him in the kitchenette, smirking as he sauntered over. "What was that in there? Cat got your tongue?"
On another day, he would have launched into a story of how the phrase originated from the cat o' nine tails, and so saying it meant that you had been flogged into submission, or from the Middle Ages where it was believed that witches would allegedly steal tongues and it transferred onto the black cats that accompanied them as familiars, or that ancient Egyptians who worshipped cats would punish liars and blasphemers by feeding their tongues to cats. Instead, all he said was, "Just didn't feel like it," and continued stirring his coffee.
Derek immediately noticed the lack of a long-winded, completely off-topic, but fascinating rant. And that caught his attention. It was even more suspicious when he couldnât even look him in the eye, instead keeping his gaze firmly on the coffee maker.
âWhat arenât you telling me?â Derek pressed, moving so that he was standing just behind Reid. Derek knew from experience that, if you wanted to prevent him from making a run for it, you had to block his path before he thought to try and escape.
"This kind of behaviour is exactly what gets you in trouble with HR," Spencer pointed out, then winced, his tongue flaring with pain.
Derekâs eyes narrowed as he observed Reidâs face, noting the subtle wince. Something was definitely up. âWhatâs wrong with your mouth?â he asked bluntly, his eyes now drifting over his face as if they would somehow be able to glean some sort of answer from his expression.
"Nothing," he replied, his voice hitting a higher pitch, a flush colouring his cheeks.
Heâs lying. âBullshit,â Derek said bluntly, his arms folded. âEvery time you open your mouth, you wince. So just tell me. What happened?â
"I just burnt my tongue, that's all," he mumbled, hoping Derek would leave it.
Derekâs eyebrows lifted in disbelief. It seemed like a flimsy explanation, and he wasnât going to let this go. Spencer was hiding something. âYou burnt your tongue? How?â
"O-On coffee, I forgot it was hot," he said. God, he should be better at lying than this.
Derekâs frown deepened at his answer. âAnd youâre sure thatâs it? No other reason why your tongue would hurt when you talk?â
"What other reason would there be?" Spencer asked, sipping stale coffee.
Now they were getting somewhere. Derek couldnât help but notice that his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. âThatâs what Iâm asking you, pretty boy,â Derek said, folding his arms across his chest.
"What's it matter to you anyway?" Spencer asked, trying to make his escape.
Derek moved to block his path once again, his eyes watching his friend closely. Something wasnât right here. âIt matters because youâre hurt,â Derek pointed out. âSo, just be honest and tell me the truth. What really happened to your tongue?â
Spencer groaned. "I... cut it this morning..." he said, halting and hesitating.
Derekâs eyes narrowed once again at his words, instantly sceptical of his answer. âYou cut your tongue?â he repeated, his tone clearly indicating that he didnât believe him. âAnd how exactly did you do that?â
"Morgan," he pleaded, protesting.
Derekâs eyes remained locked, searching Spencerâs face for any hint of dishonesty or a lie. âI want the truth, Reid. How did you cut your tongue?â
Spencer's entire neck had become flushed now. "On a piercing," he muttered quietly.
Ah. Derekâs eyes grew a fraction wider, his arms now dropping to his sides as everything clicked into place. Thatâs why heâd been trying to avoid talking this whole time. âA piercingâŠâ he repeated, a smirk beginning to edge onto his face. âSpecifically, whose piercing?â
"Does it matter?" Spencer asked, trying to escape him again and Derek blocked him too easily.
Derekâs smirk widened as he watched Reid begin to squirm under his gaze, and it was clear that he had hit the target.
âYeah, it does. Otherwise, you wouldnât be so reluctant to tell me, pretty boy.â A thought suddenly occurred to him, and Derekâs smirk curled into a grin as he studied Spencer for a long, calculated moment. âWait a goddamn minute. Is this Cupcake's doing?â
"No!" he squeaked.
Derekâs grin widened at his reaction, which immediately told him that he was correct. Bingo. âOh god, it isâŠâ he said, his tone a mixture of delight and disbelief. âIt was her piercing, wasnât it?â
"What! I never said that!" Spencer cried and his obvious fluster told Derek all he needed to know - heâd hit the mark.
âYou didnât have to say it. You just confirmed it,â Derek drawled. âYou canât hide anything from me, pretty boy. And that means you were with her this morning -â He leaned in, his grin widening a fraction more. â- werenât you?â
"I- You can't prove anything!"
âOh, this is pricelessâŠâ Derek was clearly enjoying this, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Spencer begin to panic. âSo, let me get this right: you were with your girlfriend this morning - on your day off - and, somewhere along the line, you cut your tongue on her earrings.â
"You don't know it's her," Spencer tried to bluff.
âDude, youâre blushing like a schoolboy,â Derek pointed. âAnd youâre being so damn defensive. Put two and two together, genius. Iâm not judging, Reid, just wondering - how exactly did you slice your tongue on her earring, anyway?â
"How do you think?" Spencer muttered.
Derek smirked, his eyebrows lifting. âYouâre telling me that you were making out with your new girlfriend, and you accidentally cut your tongue on her piercings?â
"I'm not telling you anything!"
Derekâs smirk just grew wider, as he could practically see the thoughts swirling through Spencerâs mind. He absolutely loved getting to him like this. âYou could have just told me that it was from making out with your girlfriend, pretty boy. Iâm not gonna make fun of you for that. Although, Iâm impressed that you somehow managed to cut your tongue in the processâŠâ
Spencer groaned, lowering his head in shame.
Derek chuckled in delight, thoroughly enjoying watching Spencer getting all worked up.
âHey, donât worry about it, man,â he said, a wide grin on his face. âAs long as it was a good time, a few marks here and there are worth it.â
"Can I go now?" Spencer asked, mortified.
âYeah yeah, alright,â Derek said, still chuckling to himself as he backed off, allowing Spencer to leave. âHave fun with your girlfriend,â he teased, his tone laced with playful innuendo, watching Spencer scurry off back to his desk.
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: ÌÌâ tropes: fem! reader đ„ minors do not interact đ„ prisoner sukuna x his penpal đ„ just plot with porn đ„ mentions of abuse đ„ mentions of sexual assault đ„ pussayy eating rawr but also u suck his dick so đ„ uraume and toji found family đ„ he would kill for you đ„ alternate universe đ„ nsfw
: ÌÌâ words: 10k?? idfk it's long
: ÌÌâ notes: happy halloween, mamas! đ i know ive been MIA for a while but thats because i wasnt feeling creative. but now ive dumped a 10k sukuna fic on you for you to read at 3 in the morning. this one's got a kick to it yall. its long but give the bitch a chance, shes good. if you have any requests, donât hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, commentâwhatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.
So, this was where youâd ended upâon a site for writing to prisoners. A pen-pal with an inmate.
How lonely did you have to be to fill out your info, pay a yearly fee, and do this? The answer: really, really lonely. Orphaned, friendless, and scarred from a relationship that had left you with broken ribs and a blind eye. And as if to top it all off, you wanted to reach out to a criminal. I guess you deserved at least that small bit of connection.
You scrolled through inmate profiles, noting their crimesâarson, theft, cybercrime, drug trafficking, money embezzlement, and so on. None of them were charged with homicides or serious offences.
One profile did catch your eye. The smirk in his mugshot suggested heâd probably killed someone and managed to evade the cops before they could pin anything on him.
âSukuna Ryomen,â you whispered, clicking on his profile and staring at a laundry list of crimes. âAggravated assault, drug manufacturing and distribution, kidnappingâJesusâextortion, cybercrime, Satanism . . . what the hell?â You chuckled as you scrolled further. âBank burglary, vandalism of religious propertiesâso thatâs the Satanism partâillegal possession of firearms, stalking?â
Why was this man even on this website, given his long list of crimes?
You zoomed in on his mugshot. Was it wrong to find him attractive despite his record? He truly embodied the term âbad boy,â though he didnât look like a boy at all. He was ruggedly handsome with hollowed eyes. His light-mink hair was swept back, with a few strands falling over his forehead, and he wore a single hoop earring in his left ear. Black tattoos marked his nose bridge, jaw, and the centre of his forehead, while narrow-eyed designs were inked on his cheekbones.
You wondered if heâd get any letters, given his long rap sheet. Maybe delusional women like you, whoâs pussies sang for high-profile criminals, sure.Â
Licking your lower lip, you picked up a piece of paper and a pen, tapping the end against the sheet as you continued to study his face.
Then you started writing.
Hello, Sukuna Ryomen,Â
My name is Y/N.Â
You thought it over. For now, you'd keep it light before diving into your deeper issues. It felt easier to share your thoughts with someone youâd never meet face-to-face than with a stranger in a bar whose only interest was getting into your pants.
You kept writing.
Dear Sukuna Ryomen,
Iâm currently living in an apartment complex thatâs in desperate need of renovation. Iâm harvesting cockroachesâno, Iâm not eating them; the fuckers just wonât stop nesting in my kitchen cabinets, and Iâm tired of spending money on pest sprays. On top of that, Iâm pretty broke, barely managing to keep a roof over my head. Iâve even considered trying to seduce the landlord into reducing my rent, though I doubt any man would find a woman with one working eye appealing. I noticed you have an extra beneath your real eyes. Care to share?
Anyway, this is my first time writing to someone like you, so apologies if itâs a bit awkward. I wish I could send a nude, but Iâm pretty sure youâd wish you were blind after that. I feel like Iâm rambling like this is my diary, so I should probably wrap it up. If you want to write back, feel free. I donât mean to sound privileged, but Iâm lonely as fuck.
Thank you (?), Â
Y/N
P.S. About the Satanismâcare to explain?
You didnât bother proof-reading and folded the letter into an envelope, sealing it with a lick. From your drawer, you pulled out a pack of old stickersâremnants of your childhoodâand placed one where the envelope met. You wrote the prison address provided on the website and added the stamps youâd bought during your walk, which was your final push into becoming a prison pen-pal. After selecting Sukuna Ryomen on the site and uploading your ID and other required documents, you waited for your profile to be approved.Â
After three days of waiting, you sent out the letter first thing in the morning and anxiously awaited a response.
Sukunaâs fists collided with the inmateâs face, each strike more brutal than the last. Blood splattered across his knuckles as the crowd of orange-clad convicts roared with twisted delight, their voices a chorus of vile encouragement. âFinish him!â they taunted, while others jeered at the barely conscious man, urging him to get up and fight back, to aim a desperate kick at Sukunaâs balls.
âSukuna!â A guardâs voice cut through the chaos, and soon the officers were pushing through the throng, shutting the prisoners who dared resist their authority. âGet up, now!â
âFuck off!â Sukuna snarled, his lips curling into a sneer as he shoved the guard aside. He watched with cold satisfaction as the man lay still, blood pooling beneath him. All this because the idiot had the nerve to laugh when Sukuna missed a three-pointer. Now, the bald bastard had paid the price for his arrogance, and Sukuna breathed in the aftermathâhis own dark victory painted in blood and broken bones.
Officer Gojo Satoru strode into the circle, handcuffs gleaming in his hand.Â
Sukuna's eyes narrowed at the sight of the blue-eyed bastard, a wave of hatred surging through him so fierce he could almost feel his fingers tightening around Satoru's throat. The very thought of choking the life out of him fueled his dark desires.
Satoruâs fatherâthe man responsible for dragging Sukuna down, catching him red-handed with crates of cocaine at the border, and sealing his fate with a fifty-year sentence. If Sukuna had known the old manâs spawn would end up as a deputy officer here, watching his every move with those piercing eyes, he would have never shown up to that cursed delivery. But noâhe had wanted to play the good boss, personally seeing his precious cargo off. Now, every day behind bars was a constant reminder of that one fatal mistake, and Sukunaâs rage festered as he thought of the traitor, Yuji. The little fuck who sold him out would pay dearly, and Sukuna was already plotting the perfect revenge.
His own fucking nephew sold him off. Motherfucker wanted the throne for himselfâan empire Sukuna built with his bare hands.Â
âThrow him in the ice box,â Satoru commanded, his voice dripping with that infuriating smugness. The officer roughly cuffed Sukunaâs wrists, shoving him forward. âCool down, Big Guy. Youâre not going anyââ
Before he could finish, Sukuna rammed his forehead into Gojoâs nose, relishing the satisfying crunch as the lanky bastard staggered back. The inmates roared with approval from where they were restrained by the other officers.Â
Gojo chuckled, dabbing at his bleeding nose with a pristine handkerchief, the kind only a spoiled little bitch like him would carry. âYou think thatâs funny?â he asked, his tone laced with condescension.
âHilarious,â Sukuna whispered, a dark grin curling at his lips.
âOkay,â Gojo replied with a casual shrug. Without warning, his fist slammed into Sukunaâs jaw.
Once.
Twice.
Three fucking times.
The officers stood by, indifferent, as their captain unleashed his fury. For them, it was just another case of self-defence.
Sukuna finally collapsed to the ground, his vision swimming. Gojo leaned over him, his voice a venomous hiss. âWhoâs laughing now?â A final, vicious kick to Sukunaâs chest left him gasping for breath. âKeep him in that freezer until heâs begging to be let out. No meals for a week.â
Sukunaâs vision blurred as he glared at Satoruâs retreating figure, the ringing in his ears barely drowning out the disappointed murmurs of his fellow inmates. His body, battered and beaten, finally surrendered to the encroaching darkness.
When he came to, he found himself in the prisonâs infirmary, cocooned in three heated blankets. Yet the warmth did little to pierce the deep, bone-chilling cold that gripped him. The need to piss gnawed at him, but even that seemed distant compared to the icy numbness that had taken hold.Â
âWelcome back to hell.âÂ
Sukuna raised his head from the pillows to find Uraume, the prisonâs doctor. They were also the only person he tolerated, and somewhat close to since he ended up in the infirmary more than once. He hoped they considered him a âsomethingâ after he killed a two-hundred pound guy for groping their ass in the cafeteria. How did he do it? He knew Uraume kept a pocket knife in their doctorâs coat and quickly swept it out and stuck it in the dickâs jugular.Â
âHow long have I been out for?â he asked, squirming his arm out of the blanket to rub his eyes.Â
âA day.âÂ
âWhat?â Sukuna pulled himself out of the blanket by wiggling around like the fucking worms his cell mate Toji liked to collect every time they went in the courtyard to play. Theyâre better company than your grouchy ass, he said once. âHow long was I in the ice box?âÂ
âBarely an hour.â Well, thatâs just pussy behaviour from him. âThey pulled you out before hypothermia killed you. What a way to die, am I right?â They chuckled, preparing some pills in a small disposable cup. âHere, take these. Theyâre nutrients.âÂ
âI could use actual food.â Sukuna downed them like a shot. God, he missed alcohol. âThat blue-eyed bitch restricted my meals for a week.âÂ
âFuck him.â Uraume took out a sandwich from their bag and threw it in Sukunaâs direction. âJust fake illness when youâre hungry. Iâm always here to feed my favourite dog.âÂ
Sukuna snorted. âGo to hell.âÂ
âAlready here.â Uraume clipped back their white hair with the back dyed red. Like someone smashed their head into the wall and the colour just bled to the sides. âOh, this came for you.â Â
Sukuna shoved the sandwich in his mouth and stretched his muscles before walking over, snatching the letter. It was already opened, a flimsy teddy-bear sticker hanging from the paper. âWhat the fuck is this?âÂ
âA letter.âÂ
âA letter? For me?âÂ
Uraume broke their attention from the computer to look at him. âRemember when you had me register you on that prison pen-pal bullshit after Toji received a pile of fan letters?â
Sukuna blinked.Â
He definitely remembered being jealous when Toji got a letter from an artist who drew herself naked on paper for him, and a shit ton more asking for his dick size or when heâll be out. Of course, Sukuna was envious of the attention. Plus, no one in prison made good company. He just wanted the taste of the outside world again after being locked in for five years now. Even if it was through ink on paper.Â
But then Sukuna looked down at his first ever letter torn open. âWhy is this open? Who read it?â If it was Satoru, he was going to rip his eyeballs from his sockets and feed it to Tojiâs pet worm.Â
âRelax. Theyâve got to identify if thereâs any substances attached to the paper, or any other shady shit. Whoever wrote to you is just a harmless nobody.âÂ
Sukuna frowned, bringing the letter up to his nose. It smelled like a plain envelope. No drugs, nothing.
He found purchase on the bed again, pulling out the folded paper and ironing the creases out on his leg. Here we go.
He began reading each word carefully.Â
A week went by since youâd mailed your letter to Sukuna Ryomen. A week of pure torture to hear something back from the criminal. Youâd relaxed on Sunday because the post offices are closed, but on Monday, you were at your mailbox, watching the mailman sort out letters and slip them through the boxes.Â
Once he left, you dashed to your box and flipped through the coupons, flyers, newslettersâ
Your breath hitched.Â
Everything dropped from your hand except the cream envelope with an address from the prison. You didnât care about reading it upstairs and quickly, yet carefully, tore it open from the side, reading the writing.Â
Trying to read it.Â
Sukuna had terrible handwriting. It made you giggle.Â
You leaned against the mailboxes and murmured the words written under your breath.Â
Hey, Y/N
I donât know how to start a letter since Iâve never written one so donât mind if I hurt your little feelings. Donât know if youâre aiming to entertain me or bore me to death with this âdear diaryâ bullshit. I thought Iâd get a nude, at the very least. Hell, Toji over hereâyeah, the bastard who was on the news last year with a thing for setting houses on fireâgets way better fan mail every week. Pictures, drawings, mostly nudes. And I get your whining about rent and cockroaches?
Look, I may be locked up, but Iâm giving you some advice here. Donât fuck your landlord. Youâve got one eye? Goodâuse it. Hell, thatâs already intimidating enough. Threaten the prick to call pest control, or better yet, trap those damn cockroaches and give him a taste. Stuff a few down his throat if he still doesnât take you seriously. People respect action, not whining.
Speaking of. One eye? Really? Now, howâd it happen? Was it torn out? Still got some sight in it, or is it just gone? Thatâs gangster. Hot, even. Iâd fuck a one-eyed chick. Maybe when Iâm out we can cross that off my bucket list. Nah, Iâm just playing with you.
Or maybe Iâm not.
Think on it.
Hate (in a friendly way),
Sukuna.
P.S. Yeah, I took out some satanist scum who tried kidnapping one of my peopleâs kids. But donât go thinking Iâm in with those freaks. Iâm just the Devil they wish they could be.
âWoah,â you breathed out, hugging the letter to your chest. This was it. This was what you were waiting for. A pull towards something real, something thrilling. Itâs all youâve been craving for eons now.Â
âWhatcha got there, sweetie?â The voice snapped you back, harsh as nails against glass. Your landlord had wandered out of his door on the first floor, wrapped in a faded bathrobe and gripping his mug like some king holding court. âMade a mess on my floor with your papers.â
âSorry,â you muttered, quickly tucking Sukunaâs letter back into its envelope and reaching down to gather the stray papers scattered on the floor. When you straightened, he was already in your space, close enough that the coffee on his breath made you flinch.
âExcuse meââ
âYouâre excused.â His smirk widened as he leaned in, his nose grazing your neck. The greasy warmth of his breath made bile rise to the back of your throat. âJust wanna take a little bite out of you.â
Sukunaâs advice echoed in your mind. Youâd neverâneverâthink of following through with his revolting insinuation. But letting this sleaze get away with treating you like this? No. Not anymore.
âStep away,â you commanded. âNow.â
He blinked, then chuckled, dismissive. âFeisty today, huh? Got a letter from your boyfriend in prison, sweetie?â How did he know that? Fuck. Did he go through your mail before it was deposited? âLet me guessâyou think heâs got your back now?â He leaned even closer, the stench of his laugh wafting in the air. âCome on, where's that one eye of yours aiming, sweetheart?â
âNext person who mentions my eye eats the dirt,â you snapped, every ounce of your resolve boiling up. âAnd as for what Iâve gotâitâs something way out of your league, old geezer. So get the hell back to your apartment, and call pest control now.âÂ
For a second, he was stunned, face going pale as your words sank in. But you could feel Sukunaâs thrill, his twisted approval in the back of your mind. Youâd tapped into something that wouldnât settle. But then, âWell, Iâll be damned. Someone put on their big girl panties.âÂ
Your jaw tightened as you held your ground, taking small breaths. Youâd rehearsed this moment in your head, picturing a confrontation that ended with him backing down. But things never went as planned with him.
âIâm not here to beg,â you said evenly. âBut Iâm not gonna let you walk all over me, either. I pay rent. Itâs your responsibility to keep this place livable.â
He snorted, raising his coffee mug and giving you a once-over that made your skin crawl.Â
âNot for free, sweetheart. Youâve gotta give me something worth my time.â His eyes travelled down your body.Â
Your pulse throbbed in your ears, but you squared your shoulders. âIâm already paying rent. Itâs your right to ensure your tenant's safety.â
His face darkened, lips curling into a bitter smile. âNot when that tenantâs acting like a spoiled little bitch.â And then, with a flick of his wrist, he launched the mugâs contents right at you.
You dodged, but a few hot droplets scorched your arm, leaving a raw sting that only fueled your anger. He laughed, shaking his head with a mocking scowl. âGet the fuck out of my sight before I kick you out on the streets.â
You didnât give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You turned on your heel, heading back upstairs with quick steps, forcing the tears back until you could lock the door behind you. Once inside, you slumped to the floor, breathing hard. The letter from Sukuna crackled beneath your hands, and you clutched it close to your chest, feeling the heat of humiliation turn into something fiercer, darker.Â
âDamn it,â you whispered to yourself, pushing back to your feet with renewed energy. You marched to your desk, grabbed your notebook and pen, and let the words pour out, hurried and jagged. If anyone would understand this kind of anger, it was himâthe one man whose entire life was carved from rage.
And this time, you wouldnât hold anything back.
âLetter for you, Ryomen.â
Sukuna dropped down from his top bunk, snatching the letter right out of the guardâs hand.
âFrom your girl?â Toji asked from across the table, flipping a card, halfway to beating Sukuna in Blackjack.
âNot my girl,â Sukuna grunted, tearing into the envelope. But still, he smirked as he unfolded your letter.
Hey, Sukuna.Â
Fuck my landlord to hell and back. I need you to know Iâd kill him if I could get away with it. Iâm trying to keep this âethicalâ so they donât cut off my letters, but letâs just, I hate the elderly. They should be rotting in retirement houses instead of owning properties and doing a shit job running them. That senile asshole threw hot coffee at me this morning. Burning. I nearly shattered the damn mug over his skull.
Sukunaâs eyes narrowed, his fingers squeezing the letter hard enough to crumple the edges.
And now heâs saying heâll kick me out, as if I have anything to pay him with. This place is a dump, anyway. I might hit up one of those shelters for women, maybe hop from couch to couch for a bit. My job at corner storeâs giving me scraps; itâs not nearly enough to get by. So yeah, you could say Iâm screwed.
And to answer your question about my eyeâyeah, Iâm blind in it. Got it from a real piece of work I used to call a boyfriend. He decided my face was fair game, and thought I could just live with it. But he's dead now. Overdosed last I heard from his brother. Good riddance, am I right?
Oh, and for that kink of yours you mentionedâsending my picture along with a little extra treat.Â
Hate (because Iâm about to go crazy here), Y/N
P.S. For all the things youâve done, I canât lieâthe world you talk about sounds safer than this one. Well, except for you committing the most heinous crimes.Â
Toji clicked his tongue. âLook at that dumbass grin on your face.â
âShut the fuck up,â Sukuna muttered, flipping the letter overâand there it was: a stick drawing of a woman lying on a bed, two messy circles for her chest, legs spread wide, and what looked like . . . well, he didnât need to guess. Sukuna went from grinning to outright laughing. âSheâs hilarious.â
âNot just that. Sheâs sexy as fuck,â Toji said, holding up a photo, ripped clean in half.
Sukunaâs eyes flashed. He swiped the photo and pieced it back together, cursing himself for tearing through the envelope like a brute. But as the two halves reconnected, he felt his pulse kick up, hard.
âWell, shit.â You were more than just beautiful. The way your hair fell, the curves of your body wrapped in that short black dress, standing under a streetlamp with the city lights glinting around you . . . But it was the smileâthe easy, teasing grinâthat really did it for him. âIâm definitely jerking off tonight.â Respectfully, of course.
âCan we get back to the game now, orââ
âFuck the game. Iâve got a letter to write.â And a plan brewing to get you out of that dump and right where he wanted you.
Your landlord was pronounced dead.Â
An ambulance had arrived early in the morning, around nine, waking up every tenant. You were one of them, groggy from your sleep, and all the crying youâd done from realising how high rent was these days.
Apparently, he had a heart-attack, said one of the residents.Â
He was eighty, said another.Â
You stuck to the back of the crowd as his body was wheeled out on the stretcher. How could he have died just five days after you sent your last letter to Sukuna? It couldnât have been him, could it? Maybe one of his associates? Given the manâs extensive criminal history, you suspected he had some serious connections.
As the crowd began to disperse a few minutes later, you joined them but didnât head upstairs. Instead, you made your way to the mailroom.
And luckily, Sukunaâs letter was present.Â
All he wrote was:Â
Youâre welcome.Â
Neutral,Â
Sukuna.Â
You broke out laughing, or crying. Whatever it was, it felt good. So good.Â
Hey, Sukuna!
These days, Iâm feeling calm. Really calm. Iâm sleeping well, eating better, even starting to enjoy work. Sometimes, Iâm scared itâll all get snatched away. By who? I donât know. Lifeâs been that way, though. Iâve lost so muchâmy parents, my friends, even my left eyesight. At one point, I lost my will to keep going. But I guess some part of me held on, believing a better day would come.
Turns out, those days are here. Who wouldâve thought a felon could make me feel less alone? I know it sounds crazy, but my lifeâs been full of surprises lately.
If you think you canât bring happiness to someone, Iâm here to tell you youâre wrong. Iâm genuinely happy, and itâs thanks to you. I already think of you as a friendâand I hope you think of me the same way. You donât get a choice in that, by the way.
Love (genuinely), Y/N
P.S. Iâd like to come visit you sometime soon.
Sukuna lowered the letter, his eyes settling on the wall where heâd pinned up your picture. âToji?â he called out, still staring at the photo.
Toji paused mid-pushup, raising an eyebrow. âWhat, bitch?â
Sukuna let out a low laugh, barely shaking his head as he spoke. âI think Iâm in love.â
Hello, Y/N.
When Iâm out in fifty years, Iâll give you a real surprise. And donât write me any more of that sentimental crap, alright? Save it for when you visit. Iâd rather hear it in person.
Hate (but maybe not so much), Sukuna
P.S. Youâre beautiful.
You pressed the letter to your chest, biting your lip as warmth spread across your cheeks, your face aching from how much you were smiling. It was officialâyou were falling for Sukuna Ryomen. Youâd have to look your absolute best for your visit. Just the thought of seeing him, hearing his voice, maybe even feeling his hand brush yours, made your heart race. Youâd kiss him if theyâd let you. And if they didnât? What could the guards do? Throw you in jail? Now that would be ironic.
But fifty years . . . Would you really wait fifty years for Sukuna to be released? How high was his bail, anyway, that even his hidden cash stash wasnât enough to cover it? He had to have some kind of pull with the right people, didnât he?
With a sigh, you grabbed a piece of paper and began to write your reply.
Sukuna,
Fifty years is a lifetime, donât you think?
Love, Y/N
Sukuna read the short note youâd sent, surprised by how much youâd poured into just a few lines. He noticed small, faded dots on the paperâtears, unmistakably yours. Youâd been crying, and it didnât sit right with him. His stomach tightened, but thankfully, heâd already secured your visit through Uraume, who handled it while Gojo was away.
Now, all that was left was seeing you.
He wondered how heâd keep his hands to himself after all the nights heâd spent memorising your picture, losing himself in thoughts of you. Every night before sleep, every morning when he woke, every time Toji was out cold and couldnât hear Sukunaâs barely-stifled groans as he imagined you were there. God, he wanted to steal you away.Â
The day of your visit finally came. Sukuna was led to the visitor room, wrists cuffed, flanked by two guards. He hadnât set foot in this room since a couple of his associates had visited months back with updates on the family business and Yujiâs latest fiascos. Theyâd kept everything running despite his brotherâs mess-ups, and Sukuna owed them.
He glanced down at his hands. Fifty years. Heâd been scheming for a way out since he first set foot in here, but now, with you in the picture, the urge to escape was relentless. Bail was twenty million. Even if he could scrounge it up, he doubted he could get it done without tipping off the wrong people. No, his only real option was breaking out.
âSukuna.â
A soft voice pulled his head up slowly. He couldnât remember the last time his name was spoken with such warmth.Â
âY/N.â
He shot up from his seat, his eyes flicking to the guards stationed in the corner before letting himself drink you in. You looked stunningâa soft sundress, hair delicately curled, makeup enhancing every curve and angle of your face. His gaze lingered on your eyes, marvelling at the contrast: one foggy, hazy, while the other was bright and striking. A smirk pulled at his mouth, but he softened it for you.Â
âHey,â he whispered, the one word holding more emotion than heâd ever admit, especially with witnesses around.
âHi,â you whispered back, eyes lowering down his muscled body, the pattern tattoos like rings around his wrist and with the first three buttons of his jumpsuit unbuttoned, you found the top of the rings on his pecs as well. His light-pink hair was brushed down, the tendrils poking his reddish-brown eyes. A peculiar colour. âHi.â
He smiled. âYou already said that, baby.âÂ
Baby. Gosh, you were even more nervous now.Â
âThey said I canât shake your hand.â You looked at the cuffs on his wrists and tossed a glare at the guards. âOr hands.âÂ
âFuck them.â Sukuna sat down and you followed. âYouâre stunning.âÂ
You blushed. âThank you.âÂ
âNot gonna compliment me back?â His deep voice was cocky, smug. You loved it.Â
âYouâre handsome and you know it.âÂ
âI sure do.âÂ
You chuckled and Sukuna watched you with a soft expression. âThanks for . . . you know.âÂ
He understood the words you mouthed and smiled. âA little Ricin never hurt anyone.â
âHow did you pull it off?â
His eyebrow arched in surprise. âJust because Iâm stuck in this hellhole doesnât mean Iâve lost everyoneâs respect out there. Blood is thicker than water in my clanâexcept when it comes to my nephew. I just want to drain it out of him.â
Your own smile faltered. âWell . . . Iâd like to have coffee with you. But fifty years, Sukuna, is too long.âÂ
He sighed. âI know.âÂ
âIsnât there any way to get you out?âÂ
Sukuna saw the longing on your face and wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands and stare at you for hours. He just couldnât believe you were real. He wouldâve killed you if you were cat-fishing him. âI really want to touch you,â he whispered instead. He did. He really fucking did.Â
You pinched your lips in a smile. âMe, too.âÂ
Sukuna placed his hands on the table and grabbed both of yours. They were so soft and small. He wanted to kiss each finger. Knuckle. Vein.
âHands off, Ryomen,â the guard warned. He didnât relent, and simply winked at you. âI said hands off.âÂ
âFuck you,â Sukuna spat back.Â
âVisitâs over.â The pair of guards pried Sukuna away, making you reach out for him with a protest.Â
âIâll see you this weekend.â Sukuna winked and let the guards drag him away.Â
You sat stunned before the officers escorted you out of the visiting room and apologised on his behalf.Â
When the weekend finally rolled around, you found yourself standing at the prison gates once more, entering alongside a pair of guards.
Waiting by the visitor room was a towering figure with straight silver hair and striking blue-eyes. You got a closer look at the badgeâSatoru Gojo. Youâve read the name in one of Sukunaâs letters complaining about him.
âY/N. What a pleasant surprise,â he greeted, waving away the guards and pressing a hand on your back, leading you down the opposite direction.Â
âWe can chat another time, officer. Iâve got to meet Sukuââ
âHe can wait. Prison teaches a man patience. Heâs got fifty more years left. Plenty to visit then.â Gojo opened the door and guided you inside. The shutting made your shoulders flinch. The lock clicking had dread pooling in your stomach. âSit. Would you like anything to drink?âÂ
You eyed the dark setting bathed in a golden light from a corner lamp. There was a cart with a decanter set and a mini-fridge to the right. A bookshelf and a wardrobe on the left. âIâm fine, thank you.âÂ
Gojo shrugged and poured himself whiskey before taking his seat behind his table. You sat opposite him. âSo, whatâs your relationship with my favourite prisoner?âÂ
You blinked. âUh, weâre just pen-pals.âÂ
âLying to a police officer is a serious offence.âÂ
âIâm telling the truth,â you said. âWeâre strictly pen-pals.âÂ
âIâve read your letters to know that isnât true, Princess. So unless you want to sit there and lie to my fucking face, I suggest you start using that mouth for good and tell me the goddamn truth.â He slammed his glass down, but his face remained smiling with false politeness.Â
You felt suffocated in the office, eyes darting left and right for anything sharp in case he tried some other method to get you to talk.Â
âIâve been in this field for a decade now to know when someone is hiding something from me,â Gojo continued, taking a leisure sip from his drink. âI have a file on you, Y/N. Youâre an only child, with no proper education or a stable job. Youâre one bad decision away from being trafficked. Youâre submissive, a follower, who if went missing, no one would look for.â Tears welled your eyes at his words. âAnd I know that bastardâs the reason youâre still living in that dump you call home.âÂ
That was the last nail in the coffin.Â
âIâve been following you since your first letter,â he said quietly. âYou think I donât know what youâre up to? Oh, Princess, you couldnât be any more wrong.â He stood up and rounded his way to you.Â
You quickly scrambled out of your seat. âPlease. I donât know anything. IâI donâtâSukunaâs a friend, yes, but Iâm not involved in any of his criminal activities.âÂ
âFriend?â Gojo spat out. âThat man is the last person youâd ever want as your friend.â He stalked forward and you retracted. âHeâs committed more crimes in his lifetime than any other man. Heâs killed half the people in this country, extorted money from politicians, burned down houses for fun, and killed my father!â He grabbed the collars of your dress and slammed you back into his wardrobe door. A cry ripped from your throat. âAnd you, a nobody, has the audacity to call that fucker a friend? Sweetheart, youâre just a ploy, a pawn, a time-pass for him. A hole to warm his cock in.â A sardonic chuckle. âThatâll never happen since he isnât getting out anytime soon. But, hey, maybe I can prepare you for him.âÂ
Your breath quickened, a whimper slipping past your lips. âHow does that make you any better than him?âÂ
Gojo smiled and brushed his lips over your ears. âBecause I have the power to get away with it.âÂ
Your eyes, frightened and flickering, dragged up to his blue-ones.Â
In the blink of an eye, you slapped him across the face, taking him by complete surprise and broke free from his hands. He leaped towards you as you unlocked the door and ran out and down the hall, shouting for help.Â
A pair of officers turned the corner.Â
âHelp, please!â You fell into the arms of one of them. âPlease, heâs going to hurt me!âÂ
âWho?â one asked with concern.Â
âSatoru Gojo!âÂ
They exchanged a look and briskly turned away, leaving you standing. Their spines straightened as Gojo walked down the hallway, flattening a hand down his chest. The duo saluted him and walked away with their heads down.Â
Your heart sank.Â
You had no power here.Â
âI told you, Princess,â Gojo purred, prowling towards you, âthis is my domain.âÂ
You cried out and ran towards the visitorâs room. The door knob was locked and could only be opened with a keycard. âHelp!â You slammed your palms on the surface. âPlease, someone! Helpâah!âÂ
Gojo gripped the back of your hair and pulled you from the door. âPerfect timing, actually. Iâd like to see the look on Ryomenâs face before I split his woman on my cock.â He swiped the card and opened the door, pushing you inside but controlling you with the grip he had on your head.Â
Sukuna was already standing and enraged, held back by two guards who struggled. He mustâve heard your helpless cries. You wish he didnât have to. âLet her go, Gojo!âÂ
âOh, I will,â said Gojo, âas soon as Iâm done with her.âÂ
Sukuna growled, thrashing against his restraints. âYou fucking prick, Iâm gonna tear you in half if you touch her!âÂ
âLike this?â Gojo squeezed your left breast and laughed.Â
Sukuna elbowed one of the guards in his nose, momentarily seeking freedom to hit the other. Hope blossomed in your chest as he fought them off and made his way towards you.Â
Gojo chuckled and pulled out his gun, shooting Sukuna in the leg. You jumped with a scream as he fell to the floor, clutching his thigh. âAll this chaos for a common whore,â he muttered. âCome on, Princess. Letâs put you to good use.âÂ
âNo, please!â You shouted as he dragged you away. âSukuna, no! Sukuna!âÂ
âY/N.â Sukuna reached his arm out, his hand curling into a fist and falling defeatedly onto the floor. âDonât hurt her, please.â His face was squeezed in pain, as the guards kept him pinned to the floor. âPlease! Donât fucking hurt herââÂ
The door closed shut, and the last sight before your eyes was Sukuna crying.Â
Sukuna hadnât heard from you in over a month.Â
Heâd also spend the month in the infirmary after Uraume did an extensive surgery on his leg. It hadnât hit a vital artery. He believed Satoruâs aim was calculated to keep him alive. To continue letting him suffer.Â
Sukuna also went quiet. He hadnât spoken a single word to anyone except murmuring to himself. He read back on your letters, slept with the papers under his pillow, if he slept at all.Â
Every morning, afternoon, night, in and out of his dry sleep, he was plotting a way to get out of this hell and find you. Would you even want to see him? Would you even care? Were you even alive? Heâd dragged you into his mess, put you in danger, and fell into Satoruâs disgusting trap.Â
âYou need to eat something, Sukuna,â Uraume advised as they have been since his injury. They placed the tray in front of him. âAt least eat the yogurt.âÂ
Were you eating? Were you still living in his house? Were you alive? That question rang in his head again.Â
âFor fucks sake.â Uraume brought forth a stool and sat next to his bed, staring at the side of his face. âWhat the hell do you want to do?âÂ
He wanted to kill Satoru first. Then escape with Toji since he was the only bastard he trusted in this place. Then find you and run away from the law as far as possible. It was a simple plan that required efficiency.Â
âAre you gonna talkââÂ
Sukuna shoved the tray aside, the food falling onto the floor. He was irritated by the questions outside and inside of his head. âI need to find her,â he mumbled to himself. âI need to know if sheâs alive.â Please, baby, please be alive.Â
âEverything all right in here, doc?â One of the guards stationed outside the door asked with his head peering through the door.Â
Sukuna stared at him, then went back to Uraume. They met his eyes with their blank stare. They scanned down his body, to his injured leg, then back to his head.Â
A sigh left them. âNo,â they replied. âDo you mind helping me clean up the mess?âÂ
Sukuna gritted his jaw as the guard walked in, closing the door and crouching down, grumbling curses at Sukuna. Uraume stood from their stool and made their way to the cabinet, pulling out a syringe and a small vial.Â
Sukuna's eyes lightened, spine straightening. A smile curved at his lip as they flicked the droplets from the tip of the injection and walked over, making small-talk about the weather.Â
Suddenly, Uraume jabbed the needle into the officerâs neck and pushed down the plunger. He fell to his side, clutching his neck and staring up at them as they shrugged. Sukuna watched with pure delight as his body began to convulse, foam gathering at this mouth and dripping from the side.Â
Then he stopped.Â
âHeâs dead,â Uraume said before Sukuna could ask. âWorks the night shift so you wonât have a problem running into anyone else. Change into his clothes. Iâll drive.â They walked away to grab a face mask.Â
âWhy?â asked Sukuna.Â
Uraume sighed, head dropping. âBecause I fucking hate it here.âÂ
Sukuna was definitely going to hire them once he killed his Gojo, and his nephew.Â
He quickly changed into the officerâs clothes, giving him a hard kick in the stomach that had Uraume rolling their eyes.Â
Sukuna followed behind as they led the way. âLetâs take Toji.â
âWhy?â they asked. âThatâs a hassle.âÂ
âJust feel bad.âÂ
âAnd when did you start feeling guilt?â Uraume easily slipped past the security gate, waving to the officer who was busy on his phone.Â
âI donât know,â he said, smiling because he knew. Sure, youâd only touched him once, but your letters were what truly began to change him. Just the other day, heâd lost a round of blackjack, stacking his debt to Toji by a million, and instead of knocking the guy out cold, Sukuna shook hands and called it a âgood game.â âOn second thought, letâs leave him here for the time being.â Until he got his money in check.Â
Once they settled into Uraumeâs car, Sukuna quickly discarded the officer's cap, tie, and badges. Uraume entered your address from the letters, and they drove in silence for the next thirty minutes.
When they arrived, the building matched your description: shitty.
Uraume stopped Sukuna before he could leap out of the car. They scanned the street for any signs of police presence. âGo. Iâll wait here.âÂ
Sukuna nodded and dashed out of the car, walking inside the apartment. There was no buzzer system, which meant anyone could stroll in, armed and dangerous. This was a problem. He needed to get you out of here and into one of his safe housesâa hidden place even his bastard nephew didnât know about.
He hurried up the emergency stairwell to the tenth floor, slightly winded by the time he reached door 1090.
This was it.
With his hands gripping the edges of the door, he hunched forward, heart racing. Please, be alive.
Finally, he knocked.
He chewed the shit out of his bottom lip, hissing impatiently through his teeth. âCome on, Y/N.â He knocked again, his impatience boiling over. âItâs me, Sukuna! Please, open the door.â He pounded harder, fear creeping in with each passing second. The Sukuna Ryomen was . . . scared. âGoddammit!â
âSukuna . . .?âÂ
He halted mid-breakdown and turned slowly, his heart dropping at the sight of you standing there with two bags of groceries. You looked so fragile, your complexion pale, and the radiance he remembered from your visit had completely vanished.
The grocery bags slipped from your hands and fell to the ground.
In an instant, you both rushed toward each other, and he lifted you off the ground effortlessly. You wrapped your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably as he buried his hand in the back of your hair, inhaling the comforting scent of your body wash.
âItâs okay, baby,â he whispered. âItâs okay, Iâm here.â His eyes were directed straight ahead, and he was shaking. Terribly. âIâm here, sweetheart.âÂ
You pulled back, cradling his face in your small hands. Gently, you brushed aside his dark, mink-like hair, tracing the tattoos on his skin with your fingertips. âYouâre alive,â you whispered, overwhelmed by relief. You couldnât help but touch him, and he simply smiled, allowing you the closeness. âGod, youâre alive. Sukunaâyouâre really alive. How?â
âOf course, I am. I just needed to know you were alive,â he replied, his hands enveloping your cheeks. âWhere did you go? Why did you stop writing to me?â
Your face went blank. âWhat do you mean?â Â
âYour letters. You stopped writing to me.âÂ
âThey . . .â Your voice cracked. âThey told me you were sentenced to death.âÂ
He was taken back. âWhat the fuck?â Â
Realisation dawned upon you. The second time you visited Sukuna, Satoru had literally dragged you out of the station, kicking you out the doors. Heâd threatened to take you to his office next time, but since he had a meeting with officials that day, heâd reluctantly let you go. That didnât stop you from sending countless letters, pouring your heart out until, two weeks later, you finally received a notification from the police station. Sukuna had been sentenced to death by lethal injection and was no longer alive. Youâd cried for days on end. You imagined he had been cremated and reduced to ashes, stored away somewhere. The thought shattered you. For an entire month, you couldnât bring yourself to leave your house.
Until tonight.Â
And he was here. Sukuna was here. He was alive.Â
âY/N,â he murmured, his thumb gently brushing the area below your sightless eye. âLetâs head inside, alright?â
You nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his wrist. He held your hand tightly while using his other arm to carry your grocery bags. Once you reached your apartment, you opened the door and locked it securely. The deadbolt you had installed was a precaution against Satoru, just in case he showed up.
âIâm so happy youâre alââÂ
Sukuna kissed you before the words could leave your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning from the taste of his lips, the taste youâd been craving for months now. He didnât allow you to breathe, didnât pull away. You both stood there in the alcove, kissing for minutes, clinging to each other. He cupped the back of your head and drew apart from your lips, peppering kisses over your face, especially your foggy eye.Â
âI donât want to fuck you, baby,â he whispered in your ear. âI want to make love to you. For hours.â Your grip tightened in his shirt. âThen I need you to pack everything in a bag and run away with me.âÂ
âRun away?â You searched his dark-reddish eyes. âRun away where?â
His knuckles grazed your wet cheek. âSomewhere not even God can find us.â
You swallowed hard. âTheyâll send out a manhunt, Sukuna. What if we get caught? What if they take youââ
He cut you off with a kiss. âNo one is going to take me away from you. Do you get that?â His strong fingers moved through your hair. âIâd turn this world to dust before that happens.â
Your insides melted from the threat. âTake me,â you murmured over his lips. He kissed you. âTake me everywhere, anywhere, wherever, as long as itâs with you.âÂ
Sukuna lifted you effortlessly, carrying you like a bride as he kicked open your bedroom door. He set you down on the bed, then began stripping off his clothes, revealing the geometric tattoos that marked his thighs and torso. You were caught off guard by how quickly he moved, fumbling to take off your sweater and jeans. By the time you looked back at him, he was already naked, and your gaze dropped to what you could only describe as a gloriously, long erection.Â
âWoah,â you whispered, feeling your mouth go dry. âYouâre abnormally big.âÂ
âYou can take it.â He leaned over you, tearing your panties without a second thought. Before you could protest about them being your favorite pair, he spread your legs and went down on you. âOh, my godâSukunaâwaitââ
âWaited too long,â he growled, his mouth finding your clit as he buried his nose between your wet folds. He nipped, licked, and bit, his tongue plunging deep into you, creating messy sounds that filled the air. You couldn't form words or catch your breath, gripping the roots of his hair tightly.
When you came like a flood, Sukuna lifted your hips, making sure not a single drop of you was lost to the sheets. He let out loud, deep moans as he sloppily lapped at your sensitive cunt.
He wiped his glistening mouth with his fingers and then pressed them against your lips. You eagerly sucked on his warm, thick digits, noting the lustrous glint in his eyes. He pulled his fingers out abruptly. âSuck my cock.âÂ
Suck his what?Â
You looked down and saw him leaking at the tip. You clenched your legs, unsure. He wanted you to take that into your mouth?
You licked your lips, managing to kneel while he stood before you. He took hold of himself, rubbing the tip against your lips. You instinctively flicked your tongue out to taste him, causing him to flinch. âSorryââ
âDonât apologize.â He seemed to enjoy it. âJust take it in your mouth.â
You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his hot, veiny length. You opened your jaw as wide as you could and slowly took him in. His head fell back, and he engulfed your face with his palms. Your performance was mediocre, and yet he was entertained.
His tip pressed against the back of your throat, making you pull back to cough. He laughed softly, brushing your cheek with his hand.
âCome on, baby. You need to get used to it.â
âIâve never done this before,â you replied, your voice shaky as you reached for him again.
âStick your tongue out.â
You took a deep breath and extended your tongue. He rested the head of his cock on it and started to move his hips slowly.
Slowly, you took him in, feeling his satisfaction as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. He tasted warm and a little salty, and you found your hand wandering between your legs, seeking some relief.
âIâm going to pick up the pace, alright, baby?â
You nodded in response.
âDonât be embarrassed if you choke,â he said, hooking a stray lock behind your ear. âItâll just make me come faster.â
With that, he thrust deeper, and you gripped his hips tightly, struggling to catch your breath. He noticed and pulled back slightly to give you a moment, but it was brief before he pushed back in again. âYouâre taking me so well, baby. Fuck.â His movements became more feverish, and you felt the pressure building as you choked and gagged, saliva escaping at the corners of your mouth. âFuck, Iâm gonna come. Iâm gonna come down your throat.âÂ
You tapped his leg, shaking your head.
âNo?â He smirked. âYou donât want me to come down your throat?â
You shook your head again and pointed between your legs.
In an instant, Sukuna pulled out. He flipped you onto your chest, lifting your ass up in the air. Without a second thought, he thrust himself deep inside you, and you cried out his name into the pillow.
He felt so full, so thick, pushing into you with a force that made your breath hitch. It was everything you neededâso good, so fucking good. âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned. He filled you completely, driving into you with a fast rhythm that left you moaning, completely lost in the pleasure.
Your nails clawed at the sheets as his thick tip pressed against your womb, punctuated by the stinging slaps of his hands against your ass. He showered you with a blend of sweet and dirty wordsââgood fucking girl,â âcock slut,â âso perfect and tight,â âlittle whoreââand you pushed back, needing him deeper and deeper.
Sukuna released a torrent of warm cum inside you, still driving his hips against you, holding you securely by the waist. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through you, and he pulled out, flipping you onto your back. He bent your knees, driving himself back inside without hesitation. How was he still so hard?
Your hands cupped his flushed, beautiful face, a lazy smile stretching across both your lips. Sukuna leaned in, kissing you deeply before trailing his lips down to your neck while his hand found its way to your breast. âIâm not on birth control anymore, you know?â
âGood.â He pulled back to meet your gaze. âAnd donât even think about getting back on it.â
âBut we canât afford the risk, Sukuââ
âI love you,â he said, his grip firm on your jaw. Everything inside you exploded. âI love you, baby. I love you so fucking much that Iâll take every fucking risk.â
You moaned softly as he came again, your trembling fingers brushing against his lips. âI love you, too.â He kissed your fingertips, a promise in every touch. âIâll take every risk with you.â
âFuck yeah you will.â He didnât pull out, his eyes locked on yours. âStarting with putting a baby in you.â
You happily accepted your fate.
Sukuna pulled the trigger, shooting another police officer in the back of his head. The sound of the gunfire mixed with the blaring sirens, echoing through the flickering lights of the corridorsâa devious melody composed just for him. He chuckled low, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a grin as another officer lunged out, attempting to stop himâpathetic. A single shot rang out, and the man crumpled like paper.
The path to Satoruâs office was a long one, and the bodies he left sprawled out in his wake were only a brief distraction from the task at hand. He had things to do today, after all.
Another officer stumbled into view, eyes wide, panic evident. He didnât stand a chance. Sukuna barely glanced at him as he fired, stepping over the man as he slumped against the wall. Blood splattered his shoes, but it was hardly the worst stain on his day.
You were going to be pissed. He could practically hear the biting tone, the disappointed scowl thatâd meet him the moment he finally made it to Maiâs first birthday party. Sukuna scoffed as he shot a bullet straight through a door that dared open near him, knocking down yet another obstacle.
But this was necessary. He needed to do this.
Free Toji. Kill Gojo. And then, eventually, deal with his meddling nephew. Everything would finally align, and maybeâjust maybeâhe could stop all this. For you. For your daughter. Â
Satoruâs office was close now. He could smell the antiseptic scent of the door, the false air of authority that seemed to reek from it. He cocked his gun, steeling himself. Because when he was done hereâwhen heâd finally finished what heâd startedâheâd make it up to you.
Or so he told himself, as another officer charged and met the floor with a hole in his skull.
Sukuna didnât bother with the doorknob. He slammed his boot into the door, sending it splintering inward with a loud crack. The office was stripped bare; Satoruâs usual pile of clutter, the irritating stench of his cologneâgone. Only the dust of where things once sat remained on the shelves and desk.
The bastard had fled.
Sukunaâs jaw clenched as he surveyed the room. Gojo knew he was coming and had bolted like a coward hours ago. He pulled his lighter from his pocket, flipping it open with a flick of his thumb, the small flame dancing aglow. Without a second thought, he stepped to the heavy, pretentious curtains Gojo insisted on, pressing the flame to the thick fabric. It caught quickly, embers licking up and curling black around the edges as the fire took hold, consuming Satoruâs last pathetic hold on this place.
He turned and walked out, ignoring the smoke that was already billowing into the hall. The prison alarm was still blaring, red lights flashing down the cold corridors as he made his way to the cells. Every so often, heâd pause, assessing the prisoner cowering behind bars. Rapists, pedophiles, molesters, abusers, killers of innocent livesâhe moved on from them. But when he found those who didnât quite repulse him, he took a single shot at their lock, releasing them in a stream of confused, wary freedom.
As he approached the far end of the corridor, a familiar sight greeted himâhis old cell. And standing behind those hard, metal bars, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, was Toji.
âDidnât think youâd come back to this hellhole,â Toji remarked.Â
âNot for long,â Sukuna replied, levelling his gun at the lock. He fired once, the lock shattering as the cell door swung open.Â
Toji stepped out of his cell, took one look around, then paused. âHold up.â
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, watching as the man crouched beside a loose brick in the wall. With a wry smile, he pulled out an old, scratched-up plastic bottle with a wriggling, sickly-looking worm inside. He tapped the side of the bottle, making the creature twist and writhe. âAlmost forgot my little friend here.â
Sukuna barked a short laugh. âYouâre out of your damn mind.â
Alarms blared louder as they navigated the winding corridors and ran past prisoners surging toward freedom. Some guards tried to block the path, but they were quickly swept aside by Sukunaâs bullets and Tojiâs fists. By the time they hit the outer gates, the entire prison was pandemonium, prisoners scattering into the open like ants from a burning nest.
Outside, a sleek, black car idled just past the gate. Uraume sat coolly behind the wheel, watching the stampede of convicts with bored detachment. As they approached, Uraume rolled down the window, glancing at them with their nose slightly crinkled.
âI could smell you two from a mile away,â they said dryly, eyes flicking to the stains of blood on their clothes. âMaybe next time, schedule a prison massacre that doesnât fall on your daughterâs birthday?â
âJust drive,â Sukuna replied, sliding into the backseat with Toji following. Toji glanced at Uraume with a quick nod, still keeping a light hold on his bottle, the worm twisting inside.
âWelcome back to the real world, Fushiguro,â they said, starting the car as they drove off into the night.
The road stretched long and dark, winding into the depths of a thick forest. The further they drove, the thicker the trees became, their branches curving overhead to cast everything in shadows. The road narrowed into a rugged trail, overgrown and wild. Uraume navigated it deftly, until at last, the forest opened up, and they could see the soft glimmer of moonlight on the water beyond.
Perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean stood their safe houseâa dark brick estate against the endless stretch of water. Waves crashed against the rocks far below, the scent of salt and sea heavy in the air.
Sukuna looked at the house, then at Tojiâs surprised face.
âThis is where youâve been hiding for the two years?â he asked as soon as they were out of the car.Â
âNot for long if I fuck this up.â Sukuna slipped in through the garage, keeping his steps light. He had just one goal at this moment: reach the shower before you spotted the blood streaked on his clothes and the smell of gunpowder clinging to him.Â
But as he shut the door, there you were, arms crossed, eyes sharp as they landed on him.
âSukuna,â you started, an edge in your tone that he recognized all too well. âDo you have any idea what day it is? Look at you; you're a mess!â You gestured at the dark stains on his shirt and his unmistakable smirk.
Instead of trying to dodge the lecture, he listened, that faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched you, soaking in each scolding word. You were the one person who never held back with him, and it made something dangerous in him soften, something in him settle. âI know, baby,â he replied, pecking your cheek. âBut Iâm here now, arenât I?â
âBarely,â you replied, sighing, though you couldnât quite hide the relief in your voice. You glanced over his shoulder. âToji, Uraumeâitâs good to see you both.â
Uraume gave a slight bow, a wry smile still tugging at their lips, while Toji just gave you a quick nod.
You waved a hand, turning back to the kitchen. âBoth of you boysâshower, now. I wonât have the two of you smelling like a prison while Iâm trying to decorate my daughterâs cake. Go on!â
Toji gave Sukuna a knowing look and shrugged, as if to say, Sheâs right. Sukuna shot him a warning look, then followed up the stairs, chuckling under his breath as he imagined how youâd cornered him like this.Â
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, cleaned up, feeling far lighter as he tugged on a fresh shirt and came downstairs, catching the scent of the dinner youâd prepared.Â
He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. You rolled your eyes but couldnât hide the small smile that melted your anger as he pulled you close.
âGojo got away,â he murmured. âHe knew I was coming, and he ran like the coward he is. But Iâll find him. And Iâll make him pay for what he did to you. I swear it.â
You paused, looking up into his eyes, your hand settling on his cheek. âI know you will, Sukuna. But donât miss the important things here. Weâre whatâs important now, not just revenge.â
The words took root in him, grounding him, but that flicker of rage still danced in his eyes. He pulled you close, pressing his forehead to yours. âIâll never let him touch us again. I promise you that.âÂ
Just as you leaned in for another kiss, Sukuna heard the faint sound of your daughter stirring awake from her nap on the living room floor. Maiâs soft little whimpers broke the roomâs quiet. Instinctively, he abandoned your kiss, his attention snapping to her as he practically floated over to where she was squirming in her pink dress, rubbing her tiny fists over her eyes.
âThereâs my girl,â he murmured, scooping her up with all the gentleness he could muster. Her sleepy eyes blinked open, and he was rewarded with that toothy little grin sheâd recently mastered, one that brought an uncharacteristic softness to his entire face. He pressed a cascade of kisses on her cheeks, nose, foreheadâanywhere he could reach. âLook at you, sweetheart. All dressed up for your birthday, huh? The prettiest girl in the world.â
You laughed softly from the kitchen, watching as Sukuna held her close, stepping into an impromptu waltz around the living room, his steps surprisingly skilled. She squealed in delight, her small hands reaching up to his face as he spun her around. Even Toji, who had just come down from the shower, stopped in his tracks at the sight, a rare, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
Sukuna glanced up, catching Tojiâs presence, and with a proud smirk said, âToji, meet my daughter, Mai. Sheâs already got more spirit than most of the people you and I have met.â
Toji stepped forward, studying your daughter. He reached out a hand, and she looked at him with wide eyes, inspecting him with her natural, innocent curiosity. âShe looks like trouble. Must take after her old man.âÂ
âHer mother, mostly,â Sukuna said in your direction, bouncing her lightly. âSheïżœïżœïżœs going to have a whole world to handle, with us around.â
In the background, Uraume was setting the table, their usual precision in each movement. They threw Sukuna a blank look, brushing off their hands. âNow that the tableâs set, if youâd all just take your seats, maybe we can have a peaceful birthday dinner without the talk of blood and violence for once.â
Sukuna chuckled, shooting them a dry look before turning back to his daughter. Holding Mai close, he took a seat at the head of the table with you beside him. He looked around, taking in the sightâthe cake youâd just set down, the quiet chatter as Uraume and Toji exchanged comments, and his daughter babbling in his lap, still pawing at his face with sticky fingers.
For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt peace.Â
The âHappy Birthdayâ song had been sung, candles blown out, cake shared, and Toji had crashed in the guest room, completely knocked out. Uraume, too, was resting in another room, finally allowing herself a few hours of sleep.
In your bed, the soft rise and fall of your daughterâs tiny breaths filled the space between you and Sukuna. She slept peacefully between you both, tiny fingers curled into fists as she dreamed. But you and Sukuna were both wide awake, eyes locked on each other in the moonlight. His hand drifted up, fingertips brushing your cheek.Â
âDo you remember my first letter?â you asked.
A smirk began at his lips. âYou mean the diary entry about the cockroaches in your kitchen and how you thought seducing your landlord was a better solution than paying rent?â
You laughed, covering your mouth to keep quiet, not wanting to wake your baby. He loved that laughâthe way it sounded like music only he got to hear.
âOr how no one with one functioning eye could ever be taken seriously romantically,â he added. âDebunked, by the way.â
Your laugh softened, and you looked at him with a smile that held a thousand memories. âDo you remember the last thing I wrote?â
âThe part about Satanism?â
You laughed again, the sound bubbling up and melting into the dark. And as he listened, he couldnât help but chuckle alongside, his thumb tracing along your cheek, taking in the moment like he was trying to memorise it.
You took a breath, glancing down before meeting his eyes again. âI said I was lonely as hell, remember?â Sadness wove into your words. âAnd . . . I was. Back then, I thought no one could ever really understand me. Until you did.â
Sukuna shook his head. âYou were never meant to be alone, baby,â he murmured. âNot then, not ever. Not while Iâm here.â
You swallowed, heart catching as you looked at the life youâd built, the fragile happiness that now lay nestled between you both. âIâm just . . . scared sometimes,â you admitted. âIâm scared of losing this. Of losing you. I donât know if I could protect what we have.â
âWeâll protect it together,â Sukuna affirmed. âNothing will take this from us. Not while Iâm still breathing.â He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was deep, reassuring, exactly like the one heâd give you when youâd sealed your vows. When he pulled back, you met his eyes, a soft smile tugging at your mouth.Â
âI love you, Sukuna,â you whispered, fingers brushing his sharp jaw. âGenuinely, your wife.â
He took them and gave a kiss to the tips. âAnd I love you most, baby. Genuinely, your husband.âÂ
Moments later, your eyes drifted shut, your breathing evening out as you finally slipped into sleep. But Sukuna stayed awake, his gaze never leaving you, or your daughter.Â
This was the family heâd fought and bled for, the life heâd killed to create. And yet, an unsettling undercurrent of unfinished business tugged at his nerves. But tonight, he forced it away, just for a while.Â
For now, there was no room for anything but the second chance heâd been given.
Genuinely, by you.
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don't look in the mirror | S.R.
seeking comfort in those you hold close, except there's a right way and a wrong way to do it
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (i think?) w/ mature themes (18+ mdni) content warnings: seeking comfort in sex, avoidance, mental health issues, spencer has those info dumps on lock, shame, self deprecation, reader hates her job (me too), blood as a metaphor, crying word count: 1.85k a/n: this is such an important topic and i'm so thankful for you asking me to write this!!!! i know this is a premise i've seen before, so i tried to make mine different. (im actually really proud of how this one turned out)
âBaby,â Spencer whispered in your ear, turning his head to the side as you left small, slow kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.
You hummed but refused to detach your lips from his soft skin, tugging gently at his shirt so that you could make your way down to his collarbone. He smelled like sunshine and the jet, an admittedly odd combo that did nothing to stop your movements down the column of his throat. His neck vibrated with sound, but none of his words registered, it all went in one ear and out the other.
His hand gently settled on the small of your back and you took a deep breath before you began pulling at the knot of his tie, âY/N,â he muttered in a warning.
Your head snapped up at his tone, disappointed that you didnât find the same want in his eyes that you knew was blazing in your own irises. Synapses in your brain were firing at lightning speed, and your heart was beating so quickly that it was like it was trying to keep up. âI missed you,â you whispered to him, allowing your eyes to flitter across his face.
Spencer settled his hands on your hips, firmly grabbing them in exactly the way you wanted, but instead of pulling you closer to him, he stilled their rotation.
Your heart stuttered.
âWhat happened?â He asked you tentatively, using the pads of his thumbs to rub soothing circles on your hips, trying to keep you from moving while giving you comfort. Despite the way you were sitting in his lap, Spencer still felt worlds away from you â if he was on Earth, you were in a different galaxy.Â
Hesitantly, your lips parted, and you took a deep breath before shutting your mouth again, deciding you had nothing to say. While heâd been away, nothing significant had happened, everything in your life had trudged on exactly the way it always did. You went to work at the same job youâve had since you got out of college with a boss who most certainly had it out for you, and you came home to an empty apartment with your phone volume all the way up, waiting for your boyfriend to call you. You really were pathetic, but you didnât voice those concerns, instead, you answered, âNothing happened,â the half-truth easily slid from your mouth. âCanât I just have missed my boyfriend and want to spend quality time with him?â
Spencer hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head back as his hair moved with him, âStop, Y/N,â he said.
Without even realizing it, your hands had drifted down to his chest, and your hands were absentmindedly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, âI didnâtâŠâ you started to say, but your words faltered when you noticed the way he was looking at you. You looked over your shoulder, making sure that the rest of the world was still there as you tried to climb off of Spencerâs lap. âLet me go,â you insisted, hating how small your voice sounded as you pushed against him to no avail.
âI canât let you go, not right now,â he told you, steadying his resolve as he watched you. You were staring at your hands like they were covered in blood, red-covered palms as you watched, horrified at the idea of them developing a mind of their own. It wasnât as if your hands had suddenly become sentient entities, your heart and your brain were working against each other, fighting a silent, internal war. âPick a spot for your hands, and just leave them there,â he whispered to you.
Your hands tremored as you settled them on either one of Spencerâs shoulders, âYou donât find me attractive anymore,â you mumbled, struggling to find the strength to enunciate your thoughts.
Spencer sighed, âWhy donât we take a minute, okay?â Delicately, he moved one hand from its station on your hip and moved it to cup your cheek, holding your face as if it were made of fine china. âWhat happened while I was gone, honey?â
His hand was wet on your face, or rather, your face was wet from tears that had started to trickle from your tear ducts. You furrowed your brows in frustration, âWhy do you assume that something happened? Nothing happened while you were gone, why canât you just let that be the answer?â
âBecause itâs not the answer,â he insisted, dropping his hand back to your hip, continuing to stop you from getting up and moving away from him.
You scoffed, âIs it not the answer, or is it just not the answer youâre looking for, Spencer?â
âItâs not the answer, and Iâm looking for the answer. You can tell me anything,â he urged, resuming his soothing movements over your hip.
As you watched his expression morph into a slight panic, you realized he was beginning to think something happened to you. With what he did for work, it was always in the back of his mind, you being in danger of being hurt by other people but what he rarely considered was the idea of you being a danger to yourself. âNothing happened, okay? Absolutely nothing happened to me while you were gone and everything in the world stayed exactly the fucking same. I went to work every day and I came home and sat around while I waited for you to call, I waited for you to come home and now you wonât even touch me.â
Your tears kept coming, leaving saline stains on his gray shirt as your head spun and his movements stopped. âWork was bad?â He asked softly, using his fingertips to wipe beneath your eyes. He knew about your issues at work, he had been encouraging you to leave the job for months, but you were convinced that a promotion was coming. âYou shouldn't have to be miserable every time you go to work.â
âNot everyone gets to be hand-picked for a top job at twenty-one. Some people have to work shitty jobs to make ends meet,â you snapped at him, nostrils flaring angrily.
He didnât answer right away, you became hyperaware of the pounding of your heart as you waited for his response. As you waited for him to kick you out. âI told you that Iâd support you if you wanted to go back to school. I meant it, Y/N,â he told you, brown eyes flooded with concern. âYou can leave your job and pursue your dream, thatâs all Iâve ever wanted for you, baby.â Spencer leaned back against the couch cushions, âI canât help you until you help yourself, love.â
Slouching your shoulders, you felt your eyes starting to line with tears again, âIt feels so unfair to have you shoulder more responsibility so that I can go back to school.â
âNo,â he said, âWhatâs not fair is you lying to me and then trying to avoid it with sex. I asked you how your week had been, and you either didnât care to answer me or you have such bad tunnel vision that you didnât even hear me.â He gently chided, giving you time to drown in the blatant concern in his eyes, âand whatâs worse is you never told me it was this bad.â
You averted your eyes, focusing your gaze on the chessboard behind him as you thought about your next move. In one fell swoop, he could checkmate you, completely catch you off guard, and tell you everything that you didnât want to hear. Alternatively, you could sacrifice yourself for his benefit, âI hate my job. My boss is making it impossible for me to make any positive stride, and thatâs on top of him being a misogynistic douche.â You flexed your hands where they remained on Spencerâs shoulders and sighed, âAnd yes, I miss you when youâre gone. Yes, I lied to you about it, but what would you do about it? Leave your big important job because your girlfriend is lonely?â
He craned his head to the side, silently encouraging you to make eye contact with him, âIâd hope that youâd feel comfortable enough to tell me how youâre feeling so that we could work something out â we can talk through this. Itâs a two-way street though, you have to talk to me. I can make an effort to call and text more if you promise me, youâll make an effort to communicate with me.â
Slowly, you started to nod, âI⊠I can do that, but you hate texting,â you reminded him, raising your eyebrows curiously.
âIâll get over it,â he reassured you, studying your features, âYouâre worth it,â he added.
Finally, you pulled your arms back, hugging them around yourself protectively, âIâm sorry,â you murmured, âI donât know why I am⊠the way that I am.â
Spencer took a deep breath before giving you a look that told you he had an inkling, âYouâre unhappy, with me or the world, it doesnât matter, but you think the solution to your displeasure comes in the form of an orgasm and thatâs just not the answer, honey.â
You hiccupped and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself like you could make yourself smaller, âI still donât know why though.â
âYouâre seeking the rush, not necessarily the act of sex itself, you want the dopamine and oxytocin rush that comes with an orgasm. Your brain convinces yourself that itâs what you need because when you get unhappy like this, all you can focus on is how to feel better and fast,â he spoke to you gently â he knew this wasnât what you wanted to hear, but it was what you needed to hear. âItâs brief, and itâs just for that moment, and your brain might even recall how your parasympathetic nervous system shuts down after you come, and your body gets tired. You get a rush of serotonin, and you relax enough to convince yourself that it'll be okay, but you need to find something more permanent. Iâll help you.â
Your arms fell limply at your sides, âDo you think Iâm broken?â
The small smile he gave you was enough of an answer, âNo, in fact, I know youâre not broken.â Tenderly, he reached out and unwound your arms from around your torso, âAnd since I know you wonât stop thinking about it, I do still find you attractive.â Spencer studied your face, âWhere do you want to start?â
âDo you want to help me draft a letter of resignation?â You offered, giving Spencer a shy smile.
He hummed in response, âYeah, in a bit.â Your boyfriend reached his hands out to you, now being the one who pulled you close, âCome here, darling.â
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing as he wrapped his arms around your torso, âI missed you,â you mumbled, entirely deflating your lungs as you let yourself relax.
Spencer reached up, ruffling your hair with one hand and keeping another on the small of your back as he sighed with you, âI missed you too.â
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Bimbo!Reader that doesn't really care Mafia!Konig is part of the mafia, usually tries to send him lunchboxes she made or just tries to support him, whether it's just that she's too dumb to exactly understand what's happening or genuinely doesn't seem anything wrong with it is unknown to König's henchmen
Konig just emptied a mag into the head of a dumb fuck who thought he could mess with the family. Just as he was ready to dump the body in a river and decide what he wanted for dinner, he heard your voice. Your precious, cheerful, adorable voice. Voice of a woman he loved - the one that he chose to marry out of all, significantly brighter, options. You look adorable in that flowery dress he bought - buying out the shop was certainly worth it. Now he can stop worrying about his pretty dumb wife messing up her new dresses and being upset - she has a whole collection of those free things now. You carefully step over the dead body, your hands balancing the tray of cookies you baked. The best ingredients money can get you, immense help from world-famous chefs working in his kitchen - and you still managed to make them a tad too sweet and crumbly. Konig fucking loves you. He sweeps you off your feet in a hot kiss, his lips pressing all over your face as you squirm - you whimper that he is too forceful and that he is going to spill all of the cookies out. He doesn't care, just winces at the sound of your whining - you're not allowed to be like this, not now. He can't have his pretty wife being upset, and so he carefully puts the cookie tray on the table. Then he calls someone to pick yup the body of a fool who thought he could feed his false info about whatever the fuck Price was doing with that new strip club he bought dangerously close to Konig's territory. British asshole better be fucking the strippers and not edging on his turf. But now he just kisses you, his pretty wife, and tells you to come and wait for him in the bedroom. He knows you want to talk to him, and that you miss him so, so much - but he needs you to rest and
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How do the boys (Zoro, Law, Kid and Ace) try to impress the girl they have a crush on? How do they act when their love is around? đđ
I have just had a week of being uncreative so I hope I didn't get too rusty. And I hope you enjoy this <3
I made it gender neurtral. Law x GN Reader Zoro x GN Reader Kid x GN Reader Ace x GN Reader
Law
He scoffs at the notion of showing off in front of anyone., let alone a crush. Heâs not that kind of person. He doesnât need to put on a show to impress you.
Law knows his superior intellect and amazing devil fruit are all he needs to impress you anyway.
Without realizing it, heâll often info dump to you about the things heâs interested in, how to fix this bone, and how to treat that burn.Â
Heâs the kind of guy who needs you to know heâs the most intelligent person in the room.
That doesnât mean there's nothing there, his crush means alot to him, and he can come across as an asshole when they are standing there listening to him over-explaining things.
He knows you think heâs a fantastic fighter.Â
He doesnât ask you what you thought of his moves, though. Instead, he listens intently to the chatter around the Tang, basking in your indirect praise and remembering what you liked about his performance the most. As long as youâre watching, heâll aim to do better next time.
You are flattered he invites you to so many of his doctor duties, but you donât need him to over explain taking blood, plus the needles, no thank you.
Zoro
Most of the time heâs not the type to go out of his way to impress anyone.
Maybe around his crush, he lifts heavier things, making sure their eyes are on him while he shows off.
But heâll act like itâs nothing that he goes this hard every workout session.
When heâs resting, he flexes and gives you a little show.
Zoro thinks heâs smooth, but itâs really obvious to you.
How he smirked at your reaction when he picked up another weight seemingly effortlessly, though he could feel the strain.
He's the type of guy who is always lifting whenever his crush is around.Â
He was still acting nonchalant as you complimented his form, impressed with how much weight he was pressing.Â
He also loves to show off his sword techniques in front of you when a battle breaks out. His focus never wavers, but there is that little extra something he puts on just for you.
Kid
Heâs a show-off, and he knows it. He gets louder and more volatile than usual. He has to make comments loudly to get your attention.
He works out in front of you whenever he gets a chance, putting on a theatrical display of his powers just for you. Not just in battle but as a general: Look what I can do! He claims heâs just fixing up the ship, but he needs your attention and praise as he swirls metal around in the sky, making things appear from thin air and turning junk into treasure.
âGet a load of this,â he barks, smirking as his metal arm grows. His massive fist clenches as he eyes you up, greedily absorbing every expression.Â
âPretty fuckinâ impressive, huh?â Oh, you know he knows it is, but you humor him by agreeing. You see how he puffs up his chest proudly cackles as he sends junk flying, making sure you can see just how powerful he is.
Ace
Ace is strange, heâs both full of himself and lacks self confidence.
Heâs on the striker, enjoying the nice weather and playing around with the waves, just needing off the main ship, doing tricks on his personal boat.
âOh wow, Ace!â his attention snaps to you as you watch him.
Thatâs when he starts trying to impress you, knowing you like what you see. âOh yeah? Check this out then!â He calls, a big grin on his freckled face. He uses his fire to power the striker, going faster and faster, fighting against the waves as he pulls off more complicated and challenging tricks, all for you.
His attention is always half on what heâs doing and how the expression on your face changes with each stunt, getting more daring.
He loves it, loves your claps, adores how you gasp, knowing you care about him. Everything goes to his head as the tricks get elaborate.
He always tries to show off whenever you're around from that day forward.
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You know what would be sad? If you/Yuu breaks up with Vil (or vice versa) and then runs to Rook afterwards. I wonder if Vil is going to feel betrayed again? If you could do a little scenario for this, thatâd be great!
this is such a good prompt, I love rebound scenarios omg. needed this today. and here comes rook with the steel chair!!!
summary: getting dumped by vil schoenheit type of post: long fic characters: rook additional info: romantic, established relationship, vil breaks up with reader, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, kinda angsty, hahhhh, my god
"It's not personal. I just don't think it's fair to you," Vil says.
He doesn't fidget. Maintains perfect eye contact. He doesn't even try to act sorry, which, perhaps, is what stings the most.
He's supposed to be an actor, after all.
That's what this is all about.
"You must have always known this was a possibility," he says. "My schedule is getting busier, I simply don't... want to push you away."
Each word is spoken with a honeyed softness, as if he's trying to cushion the blows. It doesn't help.
Your heart thuds in your chest, your eyes burn. This is the worst thing you've ever experienced. You would take a thousand overblots over this. Any day.
What a bitter sentiment.
"You don't mean to push me away. What is this, then?"
A look of guilt finally crosses Vil's face, cracking the mask of professionalism he'd been hiding behind. It offers little comfort.
His brow furrows, and he sighs. "A preventative measure. It would hurt more if I'd waited,"
A million questions fly through your mind, faster than you can catch them. You want to shout, to tell him exactly how he's making you feel, to ask him who he thinks he is- but all you can manage is a stare.
He frowns, extending a hand as if to caress your face, but you turn on your heels and leave before he has the chance.
You wouldn't sit there and let him make a fool of you any longer.
You had become comfortable with the Pomefiore dorm in the past few months, but today, its elegance feels suffocating. The white and gold decor seems to mock you, every vase of perfect flowers laughing at your imperfection as you pass them by.
It hurts.
Stings, burns, makes you feel like you're drowning in a sea of perfume, choking on lilac and rose. Has the air here always been so sickeningly sweet?
There's still a lingering part of you that wants to run back to him, to beg, to negotiate, but you know he's right. You hate that he's right.
This... whatever it was... wouldn't last.
And you'd always known it.
---
How does one recover from being dumped by Vil Schoenheit?
Short answer: you can't.
You can wallow all you want, drowning yourself in the unhealthy foods he forbade you from eating, skipping the classes he'd so encouraged you to excel in, and using cheap tissues on your formerly-perfect skin, but that doesn't change a thing.
Perhaps if it hadn't been so public, you might have pulled yourself together sooner. But the very second all of your pictures were gone from his profile, everyone knew.
On some nights, you'd torture yourself by reading the thirsty comments from desperate fans under his latest posts, all of them pointing out his recent singleness. You would wonder to yourself if you had sounded that pathetic when you were dating Vil.
Just another hopeless, desperate fan, hoping for a piece of him.
People on campus avoided you. Not out of fear, but pity, a lack of knowing what to say. How do you even comfort someone after this?
It was like having an open wound on full display. No matter how you tried to bandage it, it kept bleeding through.
Even Grim was keeping his distance.
What little comfort came in the form of an anonymous knight in shining armor. Roses left at your doorstep, letters of love and encouragement on your assigned seats, little baskets full of your favorite foods and trinkets on your kitchen table...
You would have questioned it if you were not so consumed by your grief. At least the mystery offered a distraction.
"Another one," Ace comments, pulling a letter off your chair before you can sit on it. "Whoever this guy is, he's slick."
He hands you the letter, which you gracefully accept.
Deuce watches cautiously. "And you're sure it's not just... some kinda of prank, right? I've known my fair share of nasty types, this could be a trick."
"Too much effort," you shake your head. "I mean, whoever this is is spending a lot of time and money cheering me up. Not to mention... I've tried looking up some of these poems, and no matches. They're originals."
You wave around the letter in hand, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Though, I'm sure whoever's doing it is just being nice,"
"Nice. Right," Ace rolls his eyes. "Cause I know like, a million teenage boys who are just dying to write poetry for their friends."
Even Deuce snickers at that. You roll your eyes.
"Point taken. I guess I just can't believe that anyone would want me after..." you pause. There's no pleasant way to put it, so you let Ace and Deuce fill in the blanks.
"Hey, Vil is a jerk. He doesn't deserve you," Deuce says. "And trust me, if I ever catch him disrespecting you again-"
Ace scoffs. "Woah, there, tiger. Calm down. Vil could kick your ass and we all know it,"
"He really was something, wasn't he?" you sigh, slumping in your seat. Ace and Deuce give each other a panicked look.
"We didn't mean-"
"No, I get it," you say, reaching down to the floor in an attempt to touch your toes. Vil had told you that little exercises help calm the nerves. You hate how you still need his advice.
"Oh, hey, look," you sit back up, another pink envelope in hand. "Another one."
---
There's something about these gifts that doesn't sit right with you.
Each one is arranged to perfection, obviously crafted by a very thoughtful individual, just personal enough to suit your tastes but distant all the same.
It's almost as if the sender is holding something back.
But, not today.
You're greeted by a trail of rose petals leading up to Ramshackle's front door, which itself is ajar. Not uncommon, considering Grim's inability to take care of the makeshift dorm, but with the scent of roses and the candlelight inside, you know it's something more.
You walk in, setting your things aside, and continue following the path of petals into the kitchen, where a rickety wooden table has been set for two.
You, however, are the only one in the room.
"Hello?" you ask, turning in circles. The space is empty, save for a small letter on one of the chairs.
Beautiful,
A little bird told me you doubt the intentions of my admiration. I must amend that immediately, and I see no better way than to say it myself.
Yours truly.
"Trickster," a familiar voice comes from the doorway behind you, and you whirl around to face your admirer.
"Rook!" you gasp, clutching the letter to your chest.
He beams in response. "Oui, c'est moi. Though I was so enjoying the mystery, I feel it's time I made my intentions clear. Sit, please,"
You don't hesitate to follow his suggestion (the surprise left your knees feeling weak, anyway), and he joins you in the adjacent seat.
"But what-"
"Please," he says, holding a finger to your lips to shush you. "Let me start. I first want to say that I have meant every single word, in song and ink, that I have given to you. My heart is true."
Your mind is overflowing with questions, none of which he seems keen on answering in full just yet.
"I have spent the past several months allowing our Beautiful Vil to woo you. I have so enjoyed watching your love blossom from afar, despite my own feelings towards you. But things have changed," Rook says.
"For as much as I love him, this was his own doing. He has made a fatal mistake, one which cannot be undone- he has wounded you, mon amour, in a most vulnerable fashion. Months ago, when we both realized our feelings for you, I willingly stepped aside," he says. "I thought Vil would be the best option for you. I thought I was not ready to commit myself. Now I see what a mistake that was, and I hope you might find it within yourself to forgive me..."
You can only stare back. "Rook..."
"I cannot resent our Roi du Poison for his choice, for it's his to make. But he hurt you dearly, and in the process, he has relinquished his claim on you. I know your wound is still fresh. But, please, Mon Trickster, mon véritable amour, be mine?"
You're silent for a moment, processing every detail of what he said, what he's offering...
He's right. The wound Vil created is still open, and despite the weeks of "recovery", had yet to improve.
If you kept waiting for it to heal, perhaps it never would.
You nod. "Okay. Okay! But-! Let's take it slow, okay?"
Rook just barely manages to stop himself from leaping across the table to take your hands into his, and he reaffirms your request with a nod.
"Of course, mon cĆur. What is a hunter if not patient?"
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Pomefiore is beautiful again.
There are still times where you swear you can see Vil staring at the two of you, a look of discontent on his face, from across the room.
He doesn't utter a word about the way Rook has his arm over your shoulder, or the many terms of endearment he uses on you, though he doesn't have to. The lingering guilt and regret has made a home for itself in Vil Schoenheit.
You're sure Rook has noticed by now, too, although this isn't the first time he's pulled something like this on the housewarden without a second thought, and it likely won't be the last.
Perhaps it's for the better.
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#queued#rook hunt x reader#can't stop thinking of the logistics of this bc if rook and vil both liked the mc at the same time they would NEVER fight over it#rook would totally let vil go ahead and then either become vilyuu number one fan OR polycule OR be there to steal mc when vil fucks up#and alas polycule is probably the least likely because vil would Not Want to Share
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đ€ Can we keep them? đ€
Characters: Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, Angel & Husker.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Reader suddenly appears with a baby Hellhound on their arms and asks to keep them, what would their reactions be?
đ€Charlie
âą She's extremely surprised when you appear with a baby Hellhound on your arms, even more when you asks if you could keep them.
âą She would probably say yes without thinking, with her eyes shining of how cute the little dog looks, before she quickly shakes her head and tries to stand her ground better.
âą She would probably lecture you of how much of a responsability it is to adopt a Hellhound, especially when they're still little and can't do much by themselfs, she would probably also info dump to you about them.
âą She makes you promisse that if you're going to keep them you'll take good care of them, she actually helps a lot since she grew up taking care of Razzle and Dazzle. She acts like the cool aunt of your new baby.
âą She's probably the best influence you could get for your child, she's just the sweetest and will help you teach the baby what's right and wrong, will read them bedtime stories, will teach them to sing and to dance. She's simply the best person you could ask for.
đ€Lucifer
âą He's a little confused at first, he never put much thought onto the creatures of Hell, but the moment you show him the cute puppy's face, he's melting and allowing you to keep it.
âą He would try to help to take care of them but wouldn't be very good at it, he never did a proper research on the beings of Hell, he disliked sinners already, he saw no reason to even pay attention to the other beings his past actions had created.
âą But after you adopt the little hound, he will personaly go talk to Beelzebub and ask her what he should do. He asks her tips, about the best snacks to give them, how many baths should a pup get by a day, he's going full dad mode.
âą He doesn't take care of a child since Charlie was little and everytime your new baby runs to his arms when he walks in the room to say hi he's in the verge of tears, he'll hold your child on his arms and act like he's the actual father.
âą Don't even think twice if you need anything for your pup, he's going to give it. They got sick and need a doctor? He's calling someone from the Ring of Sloth just for them. Need diapers or clothes? Boom, they're already at your door. Want to take your child somewhere fun? He'll give you two free access to his theme park Lu Lu Land all rights reserved.
âą Man is just happy to be able to experience being a father all over again.
đ€Alastor
âą The moment you show him the Hellhound you can hear static piercing your ears and the air getting colder, a green energy coming out of him as his antlers grow bigger and his eyes turn dark with only red dots to be found in them.
âą You get that it's a no pretty quickly and hides the puppy away before he can do anything about it.
âą But you're not known for giving up easily and keeps the Hellhound even so, making sure they never get too close to Alastor, and by to close I mean in the same room, breathing the same air.
âą You'll have to try your best to make Alastor slightly fond of the puppy. First trying to give up some signs that you wanted to adopt a baby, then start talking about all the perks a Hellhound has and then later slowly introduce both of them in the same spaces.
âą Is like showing your old pet your newer pet and praying they get along, but the old pet in question is a powerful Overlord that can easily kill both of you and broadcast your screams to all of Hell and the new pet is a creature that is in the bottom of Hell's hierarchy.
âą After weeks of trying he would just let you be to be honest, he says you can keep it if you stopped annoying him about and forcing him to interact with them. But sometimes you would find yourself trying to calm him down because the Hellhound decided to walk too close to him or even chewed a part of his coat off.
đ€Angel
âą He probably wouldn't mind and say that you could stay with them, it's not his business, it's yours, you do what you want.
âą Would eventualy grow attached to the hound, probably not as much as some others, but he does enjoy their company.
âą He likes being the bad influence and would 100% teach your child swear words. He wouldn't be as inappropriate around them tho, he knows his limits and was scolded by you enough times about his actions around such a young figure.
âą I think if the hound ended up getting friends with Fat Nuggets he would care more, he treats his little pet pig as his own child and would find it rather adorable if they got along togheter, you know for sure he's snapping photos.
âą Likes to play dress up with you and your child, he would already lend you some clothes and help you take care of your skin or paint your nails, etc. He would do the same with your Hellhound, dressing them up to look all fancy, brushing their fur and giving them little accesories. Y'all probably have matching shirts he buyed for fun.
âą âWhere did you found them again toots?â; âDoesn't matter, check out this new trick they learned.â
đ€Husker
âą Would probably say something like âI'm not your dad, do whatever the fuck you wantâ and keep going with his day.
âą He would try to ignore the Hellhound as much as he can, he doesn't like children very much and his cat instincts can get the best of him sometimes, making him hiss at the sight of the dog.
âą But he'll definitely call you out if you end up doing something wrong while taking care of them, he says he doesn't care while teaching you the proper way to hold and to feed them. If you ask how he has so much experience he'll flip you off.
âą After some time with the Hellhound around, he'll start to accept babysitting them if you ever need to go out to work or to do a importat thing, don't blame him if the pup ends up learning a bad word tho, you are the one leaving them with a drunk bartender in his bar.
âą The Hellhound and him would start to go really well together and you would find them sleeping in the couch of the hotel's lobby when you return late to the hotel thanks to work, your now adopted child sleeping on top of the man's chest, snoring and with Husker's wing around them both.
âą You took a photo just to always remember the sweet moments and maybe use against Husker if you needed a favor from him, it always works and you get cute photos so it's always a win-win for you.
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Movie Night
Josh Futturman x GN!Reader
Summary: An hour into a movie that Josh practically begged you to watch with him, the two of you end up fucking. Various interruptions occur, but that didnât stop you from having a great time.
Word Count: 2.6k
Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, no specific genitalia for reader, oral (m!receiving), riding/cowgirl, missionary, sex on the floor, Josh is a silly nerd, slight fluff, silly sex/goofy smut #3: the silliness, Josh makes you watch an important scene in the middle of sex, you two fall off the bed :3
(A/n: this is my birthday gift to the lovely @wemnui!! ilyily sm girl, i hope this brightens your very special day <3 thank you to @stop-talking for this idea ehehehe :3 and thank you to everyone for your help, support, and love. enjoy!)
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âIâm telling you, Y/n, itâs the most important movie in the entire franchise!â Your boyfriend, Josh, exclaims eagerly as he selects a film with the TV remote.
âYeah, youâve said that, like, a gazillion times already,â you chuckle softly, âI promised you Iâd watch it with you already, didnât I?â
Josh Futturman being your partner meant a lot of things: having to hear his constant video game/movie references, clingy cuddles, spontaneous and unlikely events, and genuine, sincere love. But with the complete Josh Futturman Package (or rather âBundle,â he preferred), it also came with his reluctant urge to introduce you to and ramble about his dorky interests. And you found it endearing, to say the least, seeing how passionate he could be about multiple things. It was extremely adorable to you to see him rant about the most random things, from epic sci-fi movies to the mediocrity of Super Mario Bros, that you practically viewed it as his own love language. Sure, kisses and cuddles and sex were all great, but you could hear him talk his mouth off about Biotic Wars for several days in a row. Which is what led you to this moment, essentially.
The two of you would frequently spend time indoors for movie nights, snuggled up in your bedsheets in the dark where the brilliant light from the screen illuminated your faces. Tonight, you were watching a movie that Josh had always been excited to show you for a while. The two of you, like always, laid comfortably on your mattress, covered warmly in your sheets as the movie began to play in front of you. Throughout the film, you watched intently, nodding at Joshâs comments, half of the time pretending to comprehend what he was talking aboutâit got a bit confusing, but you were willing to try to understand it for him.
Halfway into the movie, you felt a bit tired than usual, which made you curious since it wasnât even that late in the night. Then you figured it was just the bright screen that overwhelmed your eyes. So you shifted your position to avoid falling asleep, yet ended up placing a leg over Joshâs from the side, his thigh now in between yours. And he didnât notice, of course, as he was too fixated on the screen.
Even the slightest touch had adjusted your breathing. And it hasnât even been a long time since youâve had sex with your boyfriend, so you just figured you were turned on by how close you were to him.
Grunting quietly, you needed to pull your leg back to yourself, but instead, you would accidentally and briefly grind your crotch against his thigh.
Even the slightest touch had turned you on.
Fuck this, you thought.
You leaned in, beginning to pepper kisses across Joshâs neck, your lips lingering on the skin.
âWhat are yâmmmm,â he hums softly in pleasure as he feels you nibble on his sensitive areas, which was sure to leave red and purple marks.
âBaby,â you began breathlessly between each nip, âIâm lovinâ this movie, like, a lot. Itâs as good as youâve claimed, and I appreciate all of your info dumps and adorable little rambles about it, but,â you pant heavily, âfuck⊠I need you, baby⊠so badâŠâ Okay. So maybe kisses and cuddles and sex were just as great as his nerdy rambles.
âShitââ Josh whined, grabbing your face firmly with his soft hands and pressed his lips desperately against yours.
Moving onto Joshâs lap, you blocked the TV from his view with your body as his hands shifted down to grip your waist. âMphââ you tried to feel for the remote on the nightstand without breaking the kiss, stretching out your arm, âwe can pause itââ
âBabe, Iâve memorized all the piss breaks in this movie.â Josh glances quickly at the TV behind you, then looked back at you. âAnd thankfully, it looks like weâre not gonna miss anything anytime soon,â he interjects eagerly, encapsulating your lips in a deeper kiss. God, how you were head over heels for this stupid nerd.
You began to help him remove his sweatpants, tugging them off his legs and throwing them on the ground. Your hands caressed his thighs in anticipation, pressing soft kisses to the skin. Your nibbles turned into soft biting then sucking, leaving hickeys as you saw the tight tent in his boxers.
Josh whimpered as you continued nipping his flesh, finally holding onto the waistband of his underwear go pull it off, his hard cock springing out instantly. Grinning to yourself, you began to place your hand over his shaft, slowly stroking him up and down.
âG-god⊠f-fuckâŠâ Josh moans as his marked up thighs slightly trembled under you, his eyes half-lidded at the sensation. Your thumb reached up towards the pink, throbbing tip, smearing the slick precum around his slit, and gaining another higher-pitched noise from him. Then you finally held onto his plush thighs, squeezing them lightly in your palms as you took his cock in your mouth.
âA-ahh, Y/nâfuck,â he whined, placing his hands in your hair, tugging desperately at the strands as you slowly bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue run along his length. His cock was the perfect size for you, and you admired him and his body so dearly, making sure that he knew exactly that with the help of your actions.
You pulled off briefly, releasing an arousing string of saliva between your lips and his glistening wet cock. Your hand moved back up to stimulate his length again as you moved your lips down to mouth his balls, licking and sucking at the soft skin. Josh bit his bottom lip intensely before your mouth switched places with your hand once again, wrapping it back around his shaft. âShhhitâfuck!â He cries softly, now forcing your head down with his grip on your hair, lifting his hips up to thrust harshly into your mouth. You moaned at this, sending satisfying vibrations throughout his entire body, yet also gagged quietly from the sudden control.
He held your head tightly with his fingers tangled in your strands, pushing it down and thrusting desperately into your mouth. âShitââ he whimpers frantically, his breathing becoming unstable as he let out several uneven pants. âY/n! Fuck! Oh, fuck, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum, fuckâ!â
The two of you moaned loudly as you felt exuberant ropes of his warm, white semen spurt deeply into your mouth, your nose pressed against his pelvis as you swallowed his entire release. Your lips that were wrapped around his cock continued to move along his length in order to help him ride his high.
âFuckâŠâ he muttered, pulling off his shirt desperately, then reaching for yours until your clothes were sprawled out messily and carelessly on the floor, the two of you completely naked with each other. Josh positioned you over his lap, lining up his hard, throbbing cock with your entrance. Then you finally sank down on him, feeling his shaft slightly stretch your hole, your walls wrapping around him soothingly.
âOh, fuuuck,â you moan out, pressing your lips against his passionately, gently cupping his face in affection. Your foreheads were pressed together once you slowly began to rock your hips against his, letting his cock push further and further into you with every deep movement.
âOh, shitââ Josh whines as your hands find his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as you moved faster, practically bouncing on his dick. With every moment you sank down, your sensitive parts would grind against his firm pelvic bone, moaning from the pleasing and granting sensation. Your overlapping sounds of lust and arousal created a beautifully lewd symphony. As you rode him relentlessly, he cupped your ass firmly in one hand and grasped at your waist with the other, guiding your rapid movements on his cock.
As your body slammed down against him, his length caressing your sensitive walls with every thrust, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the small room. Your gaze on each other had stilled lustfully as you indulged in the noise of the fast, erotic pounding.
Suddenly, Josh slightly froze, and at the time, you couldnât tell if he either saw or heard the movie scene from behind you, but he scrambled for the remote and seized your movements desperately. âWait, wait, wait, fuck!â He whined as he rewinded the film, making you look back at the screen in utter confusion.
âJosh, what the hellââ
âThis is the most important part of the whole movie!â He exclaims stressfully, making you pout as you sat vacantly on his cock, his length still deep inside of you.
âJoshââ
âSh-sh-shâJust watch!â He hushed, unpausing the movie, increasing the volume before setting the remote down.
A few minutes passed by as the two of you watched in this position.
And thenâŠ
âHoly shit!â You shouted in surprise, seeing Joshâs beaming expression. âWhat?!â
âI know,â he chuckles.
âYouâre telling meâYouâre telling me he dies?!â
âYeahââ
âButâBut heâs the most important character in the movie! Hell, heâs the main character, I donâtââ you scoff, yet with a slight, amused grin. âI mean, does it really end like that?! Him being killed by his stupid fuckinâ clone?!â
âWell, technically, yeah,â Josh shrugged.
âShit,â you huffed, raising an eyebrow as the scene continued to play out, concluding with the end credits. Your boyfriend then paused the movie with the remote, looking at you with a soft, anticipatory grin.
âSoâŠ? What did you think?â
âThat was⊠awesome, baby,â you giggle.
âYeah? Wait, wait, seriously? Youâre not just saying that because I love it, right?â He stammers before you cut him off with a deep, sweet kiss.
âIt was genuinely amazing, my love,â you confirmed warmly.
âGod, I fucking love you,â he grins, pushing you down on your back near the edge of the bed, pressing his lips against your mouth and then to your neck. âYouâre, like, the coolest person ever,â he mumbles in between each affectionate nip before moving into you again.
âAh, fuckâ!â You whine softly as his cock fills you up again, moving at a much faster pace to begin with. Your legs involuntarily wrap around his back as Josh struggles to push even deeper inside of you. âAh! J-Josh! H-Holy fuck!â
The bed began to creak and shake violently as the two of you moved together passionately together, striving to be even closer to each other. Your breathless moans filled the room as the sound of his cock ramming into your tight hole persisted.
âO-oh, fuck!â Josh cries as he continued deeply and swiftly ravaging your insides, desperately attempting to reach your sweet spot. His fingernails sink into your hips as you moan, legs tightening around him to bring him closer until the two of you rolled off the bed.
You two fell off the goddamn bed.
Josh was still inside of you, yet you were there lying on top of him. You stared at each other for a while before bursting out in blissful and elated laughter, burying your face in Joshâs neck. âOh my fucking god,â you wheeze, pressing your lips affectionately to his skin.
âYouâre so perfectâŠâ he whispers softly, disregarding the embarrassing moment the two of you had, stroking your hair gently. âHow did I get so lucky to have you?â
âHonestly?â You chuckle, lifting up your head to face him. âIt was your sad, big hazel eyes and loser, cringefail personality that truly captivated me.â
Josh snickered, grabbing your face gently in his hands to peck your lips. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âIâm ridiculous?â You scoff lightheartedly. âYouâre the one who paused our literal fucking because I missed a scene in that nerd movie.â
âWhat? I thought you said you liked it,â he pouted.
You kissed his pout away. âDoesnât mean itâs not nerdy.â You watched him frown and kissed him again. âBut you know what? Youâre my nerd. I love you.â
He was completely smitten with you, a red blush painted softly over his freckles. âI know.â
A Star Wars reference? Is he fucking joking? âIf you donât say it back, Han Solo, Iâll move off your dick and get off in the bathroom by myself.â
âNo, no, no!â He whines, pressing his lips against yours passionately, slipping his tongue in your mouth to deepen it. âI love you too,â he mumbles.
Finally, you sat up, supporting yourself with your hands on Joshâs chest, his cock still snug inside of you. You watched his hands grip your waist as you finally started to move against him, slowly and sweetly this time.
âFuckâŠâ he whispers, trying to move his hips with yours as his length thrusted in and out of your needy hole. As you began to ride him, his dick would slide so easily and satisfyingly inside of you, brushing your walls with pleasure and warmth.
âOh, yesâŠâ you moan gently. âOh, fuckâŠâ
The two of you remained on the floor, your hips beginning to move faster after each thrust. Joshâs back arched as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, filling your hole completely. âFuck,â he mutters.
âJosh! O-oh! Oh, fuck, babyâŠâ your sweet sounds escaped your lips as your hips slammed into each other in unison, urgently bouncing on his hard, throbbing cock. âAh-ahhh!â
You felt yourself getting closer, your own thighs trembling as Joshâs movements faltered. You placed your hand on the ground beside his head and lowered the rest of your body down to connect each otherâs lips. You tasted him enthusiastically, kissing him with so much passion and lust while your movements began to stutter.
âIâfuck, Iâm so close,â you mutter in between hot kisses.
âMmmâfuck, Y/n, me too,â he whimpers, hips still trying to move up inside of you.
âShitâcum for me,â you whisper gently as you were about to reach your release, âcum for me, babyâŠâ
And just like that, your low, passionate words sent him right to the fucking edge.
âAhâY/nâFuuuck!â He moaned loudly, arching his hips up as he pressed yours down against him, releasing deeply and heavily inside of you. His hot, thick cum painted your walls entirely, filling up your hole so generously in explosive bursts. The overwhelming, arousing feeling had prompted you to cum immediately right after him, holding his body close and tight to yours as you clenched around him completely. Instantly, your lips were reattached to yours, going limp and collapsing on top of him in exhaustion.
The two of you laid there on the floor, extremely spent, panting heavily and catching your breath. Strands of your hair were stuck to your sweaty foreheads as your heart beat almost rapidly.
âYou⊠Youâre amazingâŠâ Josh mumbles with a giddy, flushed smile on his face.
You chuckled in response, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âSilly,â you mutter out, moving your head to rest it on his bare chest, getting a view of his belongings or junk under the bed. And then⊠âIs thatââ Scoffing in awe, you stretched your arm out and grabbed a DVD case. âMy Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Season 4? Babe, whââ
âHey, hey, thatâsââ he stresses, throwing the case far away and out of your grasp. âThatâs uh⊠Thatâs not mine.â
âWell, then whoâs is it?â You raise an eyebrow with teasing grin.
Josh pauses then groaned in utter defeat. âFine! Fine, itâs uh⊠itâs mine.â Before you could laugh or make another comment, he interjects, âBut you donât understand the very complicated and intricate lore of the whole series, okay? Sure, it seems like any other childrenâs cartoon full of mindless fillers and fluff pieces, but thereâs so much more than that! Arguably, those ponies have gone through so much hell, and itâs likeâyou know?â
You smirked playfully, cupping the side of his face with one hand. âSo what, are you gonna start forcing me to watch the whole series too?â
âNo! No⊠I mean⊠It would be coolâbut no!â He stammers hesitantly.
Your eyebrows relaxed as your grin widens. âYeah, well⊠doesnât matter either way because I already watched the whole series.â
His eyes widened, almost comically.
âSeriously?â
âSeriously,â you nod.
Josh pauses then let out a loud, yet delighted groan.
âFuck, how could you get any more perfect for me?!â
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Summer Heat | S.R
Summary - By orders or the director, the BAU must undertake a team building hike in the woods. You and Spencer have never gotten along and not even the summer heat seems to be able thaw the ice that exists between you. But then you get yourselves lost and while waiting for rescue, you have to find a way to pass the timeâŠ
A/N - set somewhere in the realms of s15. This is my second entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Challenge.
Pairing - Spencer Reid / BAU Fem! Reader
Warnings - enemies to lovers, Spencerâs awkward info dumping about hiking related deaths, swearing, public urination, talks of bladder control techniques, treating wounds, Spencer is touch starved, mentions of prison and Cat Adams and Max, Spencer and reader are oblivious idiots, make outs, handjob, fingering, public sexual acts, interruptions.
WC - 8.9k
The potency of the early afternoon Virginia sun infiltrating the towering thicket of loblolly pines caressed your skin, peppering its honeyed kisses across your flesh.Â
The warm earthy scents combined with the aromas of moss and the sharp, almost sweet notes of the pine trees engulfed you in a blanket of mother earth's creation.Â
You hummed to yourself as you trekked up a grassy incline barely registering the weight of your oversized pack on your back. You were no stranger to hiking or the heat and you were barely phased by it.Â
Unlike some people.Â
Doctor Spencer Reid was equipped for neither physical activity or the weather, despite the fact he grew up in desert climates. You could hear him huffing and puffing behind you as he struggled up even the smallest of hills.Â
You reached the brow and turned back to him with your hands on your hips. His face was flushed red from a combination of the sun and exertion. His hair stuck to his sweaty brow and his chest heaved with his breaths.Â
When he reached you, he doubled over, hands on his knees and he fought to catch his breath. You rolled your eyes and waited somewhat impatiently for him to stand again.Â
âAre you really this out of shape?â You scoffed.Â
He glanced up through a curtain of hair, puffing uneven breaths out between parted lips.Â
âClearly.â He bit back.Â
It wasnât a secret that the two of you didnât exactly see eye to eye. Youâd been with the team for almost a year now, but you and Spencer had never been close.Â
Youâd gotten off on the wrong foot on your very first case. Heâd spent almost all day on the phone to someone talking about his mother and youâd made a flippant comment about him being a mama's boy.Â
This led Spencer to launch into a rant about how his mother suffered from schizophrenia and altzeimers and how he was talking to her doctor because she was struggling to adjust to the new home heâd put her in DC.Â
He didnât stop there. He continued to inform that she had been moved to DC because she wasnât responding well to medication or her living facility in Vegas. He detailed how heâd moved her to the east coast and then gotten arrested in Mexico whilst trying to procure some experimental medicine.Â
He was seething by the time he told you that the same woman whoâd gotten him arrested then had his mother kidnapped and almost killed.Â
He wasnât as standoffish towards you as he used to be, his iciness thawing somewhat over time. But you were never going to be his favourite person. And as a result, he wasnât yours either.Â
He forced himself to stand up straight, grabbing his canteen from where it was hanging from the strap of his backpack and taking a hefty sip before wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.Â
âItâs just a little hike. Itâs not like youâre running a marathon or anything.â You clucked. âCan we continue now?âÂ
âJust a little hike?â He groaned but started walking nonetheless. âItâs ten miles! And I have to do it with you.âÂ
âOh you poor, unfortunate soul.â You rolled your eyes as you fell in step with him.Â
The hike had been an idea which was floated down from the director. A team building exercise it had been dubbed. Although it wasnât strictly mandatory it would look bad on those who didnât participate.Â
So the BAU was spending a rare weekend off on a ten mile hike through the Shenandoah National Park followed by spending the night camping at the valleyâs campground.Â
The Shenandoah National Park was more than five hundred miles of hiking trails extending along the Blue Ridge Mountains which included a section of long distance Appalachian Trail.Â
As someone who relished in the outdoors youâd always wanted the chance to visit Shenandoah but had never had the opportunity. And if you were paired up with anyone other than Spencer you might have been able to enjoy yourself.Â
Garcia had everyone draw straws in order to team up for the hike before you would all meet up later at the campground. Youâd quite literally drawn the short straw with Spencer whilst Penelope was paired with Matt, Luke with JJ whilst Tara, Emily and Rossi made a group of three.Â
Spencer was the least athletic of the BAU members, the least outdoorsy, and so far had not stopped complaining.Â
You regarded your GPS as you walked to ensure you were headed in the right direction and the two of you fell back into silence.Â
Spencer breathed heavily even when the trail was flat, groaning a little every time you came to another incline.Â
You watched him out of the corner of your eye. It was a strange sight to behold, an academic who was far more comfortable indoors trekking through the woods like this. But what was even weirder was his outfit.Â
Youâd never seen Spencer out of a shirt and slacks but heâd tried to at least look the part of a hiker today. He wore a thin black t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts which showed off his surprisingly toned legs. You didnât even think he would own such an item of clothing.Â
Heâd tried to look the part, probably only taking into account the heat and not the fact that he was leaving his legs exposed to bug bites and poison ivy. You wouldnât be the one to tell him that though.Â
Heâd ditched his satchel in lieu of a backpack but still had his trusty converse on with obligatory mismatched socks. Youâd told him converse would be hard to hike in, their thin soles alone not conducive to walking on the forest floor.Â
Judging by the way he grimaced with nearly every step, he was starting to wish heâd listened to you.Â
You continued to walk in silence, watching the way Spencerâs wary eyes cast around through the thick tree trunks, ears pricking at every tiny sound.Â
âIf you didnât need to stop and catch your breath every five minutes weâd be back by now.â You couldnât hold your tongue.Â
Spencerâs head turned towards you, brows furrowed.Â
âIf we hadnât taken such a hilly trail I wouldnât need to keep stopping every five minutes. Did you know hikers use twenty eight percent more energy when traversing uneven terrain as opposed to flatter land?â He grabbed his canteen again and took another sip.Â
âDonât come crying to me when youâve run out of water.â You ignored his statistical rambling, increasing your gait a little.Â
âI wonât run out of water. Iâve calculated exactly how much I can afford to drink per hour when approximating how long it will take to walk ten miles.â He told you smugly.Â
âOf course you have.â You rolled your eyes, picking up your pace a little more.Â
âI canât believe the bureau is making us do this. Do they not realise that hiking related deaths have been on the rise? Theyâve increased as much as twenty one percent in recent years.â He grumbled as he tried to match your pace.Â
âOh please, do tell me more.â You huffed and clearly Spencer either didnât sense your sarcasm or he chose to ignore it because he did tell you more.
âFifty percent of all hiking related deaths are caused by a fall or drowning. Men make up seventy two percent of those victims.â He pulled a face, focusing on the ground beneath him now heâd drawn his own attention to that fact.Â
âWell you for one are particularly clumsy.â You replied, your tone one of boredom.Â
âThe other fifty percent are due to medical conditions such as heart attacks while engaging in physical activity.âÂ
âWhat kind of physical activity?â You smirked suggestively, nudging him in his arm.Â
Spencer shook his head as your childish insinuation.Â
âOh grow up, Y/L/N.â He spat.Â
âIâm just saying if there is a man out there so good in bed he can induce a heart attack, I wanna meet him.â You chuckled, seeing him roll his eyes in your peripheral vision.Â
âAnd Iâm saying, hiking is inherently dangerous.âÂ
âWe chase serial killers for a living.â You huffed, checking your navigational device again.Â
âWhich I am well versed in due to years of hands-on experience. I am not educated in outdoor pursuits.â He scoffed.Â
âYou seem to know a lot about hiking related deaths.â You cast your gaze upwards towards the sun peaking between the high trees.Â
You could hear faint rhythmic buzzing from insects nearby, distance scuffling through the underbrush. Every now and again you picked up on various bird songs as they chirped from the high branches.Â
It made a smile blossom on your features, being one with nature, the summer air cleansing your lungs. The sounds and the smells were a comfort to you, taking you back to childhood memories camping and trekking through forests just like this with your family and fond recollections of years spent at summer camps.Â
Summer was without a doubt your favourite season. It elicited waves of nostalgia, taking you back to years spent at camp lake edges, eating ice cream hurriedly before it melted, giving you brain freeze.
It evoked images of burning campfires, the smell of the wood as it smouldered and the marshmallows roasting ready to be made into sâmores. Dulcet tones of an acoustic guitar played under the moonlight by Andy Duncan, your camp crush.Â
And later when heâd walked you back to your cabin and bestowed upon you your first ever kiss. Summer held some of your best memories and kindled your sentimental side.Â
You toyed with the GPS device in your hand as you walked, twigs and leaves crunching under foot. You didnât realise Spencer was staring at you.Â
âYou okay?â He spoke up, snapping you out of your reminiscing.Â
âHuh?â You glanced at him sideways.Â
Spencer had a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at you, something youâd never seen on him before, not directed towards you anyway.Â
âYou look awfully wistful.â He shrugged.Â
âI just love summer I guess.â You mirrored his action.Â
âThat makes sense.â Spencer turned away and looked back at the ground so he could avoid any potential trip hazards.Â
âWhat does that mean?â You swatted at a bug that landed on your arm.Â
âIt means Iâm not surprised you like summer, arguably the worst season.â He clucked.Â
âThe worst? Oh please. Let me guess Doc, youâre a fan of gloomy winter? That would make sense.âÂ
âWinter isnât gloomy. Winter is oversized sweaters and hot cocoa by a fireplace. Huddled under blankets, the holidays. Sometimes even snow.â He told you as if youâd never heard of winter before. âBut itâs not my favourite season. My favourite season is fall.âÂ
âHmm, dark and moody tones, nature dying. That tracks.â You spoke in a clipped tone.Â
âItâs not dying, itâs the start of rebirth. Shedding one layer so it can grow into something more than it ever thought it could be. Itâs hauntingly beautiful really. And autumnal tones are stunning, all those earthy hues and streets littered in leaves. It makes me think of cinnamon and old books. Reading in the park with my mom when she was lucid and watching the leaves fall from the trees all around us.â It was Spencerâs turn to grow wistful.Â
You noticed his eyes glaze over slightly, his lip quirking up at the corner as he got lost in a fond childhood memory.Â
Spencer never talked to you about his youth or his mother after your initial falling out. Heâd never been so candid with you before. As if he realised this, he shook his head, snapping himself out of his own revere.Â
âI, uh, didnât mean to share all that.â He grumbled, grabbing his canteen and sipping the water just for something to do.Â
âI donât mind.âÂ
âWell I do.â He spat, slowing a little as the two of you neared another slight slope. âYouâre the last person I want to talk to about my mother.âÂ
You slowed with him until you both stopped. You folded your arms across your chest and glared at him.Â
âReid, come on. Itâs been a long time. Iâve apologised for calling you a mamaâs boy multiple times. How could I have possibly known about your mother?â You shook your head.Â
Spencerâs jaw tightened, the muscle in the side of his face pulsing as he stared at you. You could all but see the cogs turning in his head as he fashioned a response.Â
âI donât want your apologies, Y/L/N.â He huffed out.Â
He suddenly started walking again, ignoring how much his legs ached as he started up the small slope. You watched him go for a moment or two, feeling awash with anger.Â
Youâd been looking forward to this hike, to an excuse to spend the weekend outdoors in the sun. You were not going to let Doctor Spencer Reid ruin that for you.Â
***
You carried on walking for another hour or so and not another word was spoken between you. It was tense and awkward and the sun was getting lower in the sky.Â
It wouldnât be at all long before it started getting dark and you were growing a little concerned that you might not make it back before the sunset.Â
Spencer was clearly thinking the same as his brows had been furrowed for at least the past ten minutes and he was furiously chewing on his lip.
You halted in your tracks and pulled the GPS device back out. You stared down at it with a heavy frown, feeling the heat radiating off of Spencer as he drew closer to you. He peered at the GPS over your shoulder with a scrunched brow similar to your own.Â
âThat says weâre only a few hundred yards from the camp. We should be able to see it.â Spencer looked up but all he saw was trees.
He turned a complete three hundred and sixty degrees but was met by trees as far as the eye could see.Â
âI thinkâŠI think itâs busted.â You groaned deeply, the sound reverberating out into the forest.Â
âNo? No!â Spencer snatched it from your hand and shook it as if that would help matters. âCall someone! Itâs going to get dark soon!â
You did not miss the blatant panic in his voice and if you didnât feel the same you might have made a jab at him for it.Â
You reached for your phone in your pants pocket and unlocked the screen but groaned as soon as you did so.Â
âFuck, I have no signal.âÂ
âWhat?â Spencer scrabbled for his own device and huffed seeing he had no bars either. âWeâre stuck out here?âÂ
âUh,â you glanced around. âYes?âÂ
âNo, no. I am not dying out in the woods with you.â His tone was even more fraught.Â
âTrust me, you are not my first choice of death partner either.â You scoffed.
âIf weâre out here long enough we could dehydrate! Or get hypothermia! I told you fifty percent of hiking related deaths are caused by medical conditions.â He was spiralling.Â
âHow many hiking related deaths are caused by homicide?â You shot him an unamused look.Â
âEighteen percent of 990 deaths at national parks were considered intentional. That includes suicide and homicide.âÂ
âIt was a rhetorical question.â You shook your head. âMaybe if we get to higher ground we can get some cell service.âÂ
You started to walk but had no idea where you were going. You just had to hope you would find some higher ground.Â
Spencer followed you for lack of any better suggestions. He was sulking like a petulant child, clearly there was something on his mind as he huffed a few times as he trailed behind you.Â
You walked no more than a few minutes before his constant sighing and pouting caused you to stop again.Â
âWhat?â You spat. âWhat is it?âÂ
Spencer frowned, halting in his tracks too. He was rolling his lip frantically between his teeth now and jiggling a little where he stood.Â
âI, uh,â his cheeks flushed red. âI need to use the bathroom.âÂ
You closed your eyes for a second, pinched the bridge of your nose.Â
âI hate to break it to you but there are no bathrooms way out here.âÂ
âItâs a figure of speech.â He grumbled. âI need toâŠpee.âÂ
âOkay, well take your pick.â You motioned around to the copious trees surrounding you.Â
âIâm not a dog.â He rolled his eyes.Â
âIâm sorry princess but itâs the best I can offer you.âÂ
Spencer sucked in a deep breath, clenching his hands at his side. His leg was still jiggling with his need to urinate.Â
Spencer had developed an extremely strong bladder in his time in prison. The toilets on offer at Milburn were some of the most unhygienic heâd ever seen and as such had used them as little as humanly possible.Â
Heâs trained himself to strengthen his bladder, exercising his pelvic floor in order to reduce the amount of times in a day he needed to use the bathroom.Â
As such during the hike he hadnât been once while you had been multiple times. And now it had snuck up on him, coming out of nowhere and he wouldnât be able to hold it long.Â
âGoddamn I hate nature.â He grumbled, glancing around for the largest looking tree he could use to shield himself from you.Â
You watched as he turned his back on you, hurrying off in one direction, further than was strictly necessary. You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head.Â
âDonât worry, Doc Iâm not looking to catch a glimpse.â You called after him. You heard a tut in response but he didnât rise to it.Â
Spencer pushed forwards through some bushes and weaved in and out large pines before he found a tree trunk far enough away from you that he could have some semblance of peace while he expelled himself.Â
He made sure the trunk was blocking his body before he unbuttoned his cargo shorts and freed himself from his pants. Within a fraction of a second he was already urinating.
He let out a relieved sigh, holding the base of his cock in one hand for aiming purposes whilst leaning the other on the tree.Â
He closed his eyes as the blissful sensation of his bladder emptying consumed him. He didnât relish doing this in the woods but he couldnât deny how nice it felt.Â
It felt so good in fact he didnât even notice the itching of his calves. He finished his business and tucked himself away before buttoning his shorts.Â
He swung his pack off his back and rummaged in the side pocket for a little bottle of hand sanitiser. He squirted a little in his palm and rubbed his hands together.Â
Returning it to his bag and putting it back on, he noticed a stinging in his left calf but ignored it as he walked back over to you. As he walked his other leg started to sting too.Â
When he reached you he subconsciously reached down and started scratching the backs of his bare legs with his blunt nails. You stared at him curiously.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âJust a little itchy. Think Iâve been bitten or something.â He grumbled.Â
You walked around him and regarded his legs. His skin was flushed red with little raised blisters dotted up the backs of both calves.Â
âReid,â you took his wrists and guided his hands away from his frantic scratching. âI think youâve walked in poison ivy.âÂ
He snapped back to his full height, eyes wide.Â
âWhat? No? Come on!â He moaned, glancing back at the rash forming. âCould this day get any worse?âÂ
âIâve got a first aid kit in my bag, Iâm going to need to treat those. If you keep scratching they could scar. Maybe this will teach you for wearing shorts on a hike.â You put down your backpack and rummaged for the kit.Â
âItâs nearly eighty degrees.â He scoffed. âAnd Iâve never been hiking before.âÂ
âJust shut up and stand still. Give me your water.â You knelt down on the ground behind him.
âYouâve got your own water.âÂ
âIâm not wasting my water on cleaning your rash because you were the idiot who wore shorts. Give me your water.âÂ
Spencer huffed out a breath to show he wasnât happy but then he unlatched his canteen from his bag strap and passed it back to you. So much for his calculations.Â
You uncapped it and poured a little on the back of each leg causing him to shudder. You used a small hand towel you had in your backpack to dry them off before sanitising your hands.
You located the hydrocortisone ointment in the first aid kit and squeezed a little on the pads of your fingers. You cautiously started on his left leg, massaging the cream into the small blisters.Â
Spencer hissed and his legs buckled a little. He was silent though and allowed you to treat his rash. Soon you were moving onto the other leg and although it stung Spencer couldnât deny he enjoyed the skin to skin contact.Â
As much as he hated to admit it, Spencer was touch starved. He hadnât felt another set of hands on him in such a tender way since before prison.Â
Heâd deliberately kept everyone at arms length since, not trusting himself or deeming himself worthy to be so close to another person.Â
Heâd almost allowed himself to go there with Max, to succumb to the kind of pleasure heâd sorely missed. Theyâd kissed but ultimately that was the furthest heâd let himself go.Â
And somehow your benevolent touch was more intimate than kissing Max. Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.Â
He was sure you knew the real reason he was so brusque with you wasnât because of what youâd call him during your first case. He was annoyed about it at first but he hadnât held a grudge over it.Â
His curt behaviour towards you stemmed from his almost overwhelming crush on you. Heâd pushed you away because when he met you he wasnât ready to be close to someone. But in doing so he had inevitably sealed his own fate so that now when he might actually want to pursue something, you could barely stand him.
He tried to omit the feeling of your fingertips on his calves and focused his attention on the warbling of a nearby bird. Its song wasnât the prettiest heâd ever heard but it had a certain cadence to it which he found oddly calming.Â
All too soon you were finished and your touch was gone, leaving Spencer feeling dissatisfied. You wrapped both of his rashes in gauze bandages but your fingers barely ghosted over his flesh again.
You stuffed the kit back away and pushed yourself to your feet, brushing the dirt off of your knees. Spencer looked down at his newly bandaged legs with a small frown.Â
âDo you have a change of clothes? Some pants perhaps?â You asked.
âNo, for all my planning and research I did not think to bring long pants.â He shook his head at his oversight.Â
âI know we donât always see eye to eye, but you could have asked me what you should bring. The whole team knows Iâm big on hiking and camping.â You turned away from him, looking back out through the trees to try and ascertain the best direction to head. âI also could have told you that converse was a dumb choice for hiking. I can only imagine how much your feet hurt.âÂ
Spencer made a noise that sounded somewhat like he agreed with you but didnât want to say it out loud. You pulled out a piece of crumpled paper from your backpack and unfolded it, staring intently at it for a few moments.Â
Spencer came closer, glancing down at the wrinkled paper in your hands. It looked to be a topographic map of the area. Finally something Spencer understood about hiking.Â
âDidnât know Garcia gave us those.â He spoke as you studied it.
âShe didnât. This isnât my first rodeo, I would never have come out here without one.â You didnât look at him.Â
âSo I can read this but how do you work out where we are? Thereâs nothing but trees for miles.â He scratched the back of his neck.Â
âObservation. We passed a small body of water about a mile back. I didnât see it but I could hear it off to the west. And this incline,â you pointed in front of you. âWill help figure it out.âÂ
âOkay, so a small body of water and an area where the contour lines arenât too close as the hill isnât too steep.â He nodded.
âExactly.â You agreed. âAnd if my bearings are right I believe weâre facing north east.âÂ
Spencer looked around briefly before a smile tugged at his lips.Â
âBecause of the position of the sun.âÂ
âYep. And the moss.â You nodded towards the trees. âItâs not an exact science but in the whole moss tends to grow on the north side of trees in the northern hemisphere.â
Spencer watched while you ran your index finger along the map, trying to draw on everything you knew in order to get the two of you to higher ground.Â
âWow IâmâŠIâm actually impressed.â He chuckled a little and you looked up at him with a frown.Â
âAre you patronising me?âÂ
âWhat? No! I mean it. Iâm really impressed.âÂ
âOh,â you looked back at the map. âThanks.âÂ
A minute or so later and youâd estimated a few miles worth of trail you believed the two of you to be on. If you were right you were still miles from the camp and wouldnât make it there by nightfall.Â
Your plan was to find somewhere to get cell service so you could call the team and hopefully they could get park rangers out here to find you as they were the only ones equipped to traverse the forest after dark.Â
Spencer followed you while you kept the map in your hand. The two of you walked for another mile or so, by this point Spencerâs water rations were nearly depleted.Â
Eventually you stopped at the foot of a large, steep hill and Spencer looked up at it with a dubious expression.Â
âYou want me to climb that?â He whined.Â
âWell we have a better chance of getting cell service when we have two phones.â You rolled your eyes, folding the map and slotting it in your pocket.Â
âCanât you just take mine up there with you?â He pulled a face. âI really do not possess the physical prowess for this.â
âNo kidding.â You scoffed. âBut weâre in this together. I could get hurt or something, I need you for backup.âÂ
Spencer groaned, pouting his bottom lip like a child.Â
âOh jeez, fine.â He huffed. âBut I will complain every step of the way.â
âWouldnât expect anything less.â With a shake of your head you started forward and Spencer reluctantly followed you.
You got less than twenty paces before he almost slipped and fell on his face. To steady himself he instinctively reached for your hand. He didnât let go the whole way up.Â
You hated to admit it but there was something oddly comforting about Spencerâs hand in yours. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft and it was so much larger than your own he all but encompassed yours.Â
He held onto you tightly, fingers squeezing your hand every time his foot slipped a little on the hilly ground. A part of you didnât want to make it to the top because you didnât want him to let go.Â
But of course as soon as the ground levelled out he slipped his hand away and all but collapsed onto the damp ground below, huffing and puffing. You watched him grab his canteen and finish the water without a second thought.Â
He removed his pack and rolled onto his back, relishing in every last drop of liquid and clearly not concerned he had now emptied his reserves. He closed his eyes and pushed his hair back off his sweaty forehead.Â
You pulled your cell phone out and unlocked it. You had one tiny bar of signal which you hoped was enough to make a call. You nudged Spencer in the ribs with the toe of your hiking boot. His eyes shot open and he stared up at you, the exhaustion heavy in his eyes.Â
âIâve got one bar, Iâm going to try and call Prentiss.â You informed him, bringing up your contacts.Â
You found Emilyâs name quickly and hit the call button before putting the device on speaker. The dial tone was crackly and you knew the signal could cut out at any minute. It rang four times before Emily answered but her words were muffled and you only caught a handful of what she said.
âY/NâŠare you?...Gone hoursâŠthing okay?âÂ
âEmily, we got lost. Our GPS was misprogrammed. We need help.â You had no idea how much she could hear of what you were saying.
â...are you?...send a rangâŠcoordinates?âÂ
You reeled off your approximate coordinates, explaining that you could be anywhere within a few miles of that spot but again you donât know what she heard due to the spotty service.Â
âHold tightâŠget a rangerâŠbe okay.âÂ
âThanks Emily.â You finished before hanging up.
Spencer was still on the floor on his back, his brows furrowed in concern.
âHow much of that do you think she got?â He was rolling his lip between his teeth.
âI have no idea.â You pocketed the phone again. âIâm almost certain Garcia would have brought her laptop with her. If she can get to the rangers station and get on the WiFi she might be able to locate us.â
âYeah, good point. Garcia is the best.â His eyes closed again, a strangely dreamy smile on his lips.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You kicked him again and his eyes quickly opened and he stared at you.
âResting, what does it look like?â He scowled.
âReid, the second the sun goes down the temperature is going to plummet. We need to make a fire.âÂ
âGoddamnit,â he pushed himself to a sitting position. âI hate the outdoors.âÂ
You chose to ignore him and didnât help him to his feet, instead started wandering around in the search for some sticks for the fire. Spencer eventually got himself up and started to help. The sun was barely a sliver in the sky by the time you collected enough wood.
You created a crisscross on the ground with the kindling, explaining to Spencer this type of fire would burn for longer and not need as much wood. You had no idea how long you would be out here and you needed to stay warm. The smoke would also help draw attention to your whereabouts.Â
You retrieved a pack of matches from your back, Spencer once again impressed by your preparedness. He simply watched while you went about lighting the fire, in silent awe. It was several minutes before the fire started to grow and he shuffled closer to it, sitting cross legged on the dirty forest floor and holding his hands towards the flames.Â
You sat down next to him, but not too close. You got out a fleece hoodie from your bag and slipped it over your head. As if jogging some kind of memory for Spencer he opened his own bag and found his oversized CalTech sweatshirt, thankful heâd had the forethought to pack this even if he had overlooked bringing pants.Â
Sitting by the fire you felt the fatigue wash over you. You could quite easily curl up and fall asleep after the day's events. Spencer noticed your fluttering eyelids and how you were desperately trying to stay awake.
He suddenly felt extremely bad for how difficult heâd been all day, complaining and moaning while you tried to keep him safe and alive. He huffed out a breath and the sound caused you to look at him.
Half of his face was illuminated by the glow of the fire, the other side set in deep shadow from where the sun had now almost completely vanished beneath the horizon. His golden brown eyes shimmered as he looked at you.
âI, uh, Iâm sorry Iâve been such hard work today.â He rolled his lip between his teeth.
âReid, Iâm used to you being hard work.â Your lip twitched at the corner.Â
âIâm sorry about that too.â He swallowed. âDo youâŠdo you want to lay your head down on my lap? You deserve to rest.âÂ
You frowned a little sceptical, mildly concerned by the offer as Spencer had never been so nice to you. But you were too tired to question it and the idea of laying down sounded wonderful. You nodded slowly, prompting Spencer to uncross his legs and stretch them out in front of himself.
You sucked in a breath, shuffling in the dirt so you could lay on your side with your head in his lap while you stretched your own body out on the ground.Â
Without meaning to, Spencer's hand was soon brushing through your hair. You couldnât help the hum of appreciation that you let escape and it goaded him to continue.Â
His touch elicited the sweetest sounds from your lips, some sounding dangerously like moans. Spencer was only human and his body reacted of its own accord at the noises.Â
He could sense the blood rushing south, feel the swelling in his shorts despite how much he willed it stop. He stilled his movements on your hair, hoping if you werenât making those delirious sounds it would stop the blood rushing and he wouldnât get hard enough for you to noticeâŠ
âŠYou suddenly sat up, looking right at him with wide eyes. Of course youâd noticed, his crotch was right beneath your head.Â
His cheeks instantly flushed red and he pulled a face full of apologies and mortification. You continued to stare at him and he felt more uncomfortable with each silent second.Â
âPlease,â he whimpered. âJustâŠdonât mention it.âÂ
âKinda hard not toâŠpun not intended.â You frowned at your own choice of words and Spencer groaned.Â
âIâm sorry,â he shook his head. âIt has been a long time since Iâve had any kind of closeness with another person. I canât be held responsible for my bodyâs carnal reactions. Especially when youâre making such sinful noises.âÂ
Your own cheeks turned red now and you glanced away from him towards the fire.Â
âI, uhâŠI didnât realise I was. Sorry.â You croaked. âFull disclosure, itâs also been a long time since Iâve had any kind of closeness with another person.âÂ
Spencerâs brows furrowed as he regarded you. He found that incredibly hard to believe. You were just so beautiful he imagined men fell at your feet everywhere you went.Â
âSeriously?â He couldnât help but ask.Â
âSeriously.â You confirmed with a huff as you turned back to him.Â
âBut why?âÂ
âWhy what? I donât understand.âÂ
âI meanâŠyouâre you. Youâre beautiful and smart and charismatic. Surely you could have your pick of men?â Spencer was really frowning.Â
âIâmâŠfussy I suppose? And I donât really like the whole casual sex thingâŠâ You trailed off with your own frown. âWait did you call me beautiful?â
âAnd smart and charismatic.â He nodded.Â
âUh, thanks?â You were rightfully confused, Spencer had never said anything nice about you. âWhat about you? You donât have women lining up at your door? And werenât you dating someone?â
Spencer let out a hearty laugh at this, shaking his head dramatically.Â
âMax and I broke up not long after Cat and her games. We neverâŠyou knowâŠand trust me when I say women do not fawn over a neurotic, socially awkward ex-con.â Spencer sighed sadly.Â
âOh, I didnât realise about Max, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay. It wouldnât have worked out even if Cat hadnât interfered.â He pulled a face, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. âYou didnât know me before prison. Iâm not the same man I used to be. I had to do things on the inside just to survive and it changed me. For a long time I didnât trust myself to get close to anyone. A part of me still doesn't but Iâm trying I guess? Max was the closest I came to allowing myself to be vulnerable again.âÂ
You simply stared at him, unsure what to say. Youâd never spoken so personally with Spencer before, heâd never opened up to you in such a way and you didnât know how to respond.Â
You knew you needed to tread lightly, not wanting to risk him clamming up and shutting you down. You were making progress for the first time since youâd met him and you didnât want to give him a reason not to continue.Â
âI didnât know you before prison and I have no idea the things you would have gone through in there. But I do know you now. I know you shield yourself behind these huge walls to keep people from hurting you, probably because youâve already been hurt enough for one lifetime.Â
âYou kept me at arms length because you donât like change, you worried I would threaten the team dynamic. But once you realised that wasnât the case, you were too far gone and it was easier for you to keep treating me with disdain rather than thaw towards me.âÂ
Spencer was silent while you talked, ingesting your words, mulling them over in his head. His expression tightened, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips drawn into a line.Â
âI guess youâre right, at least about some of it.â He exhaled. âI was always guarded to a degree even before prison. People have always disappointed me I guess and so I learnt not to rely on anyone, not to let anyone get too close. Itâs easier to be alone than to risk getting hurt.Â
âBut youâre wrong about why I kept you away. Your comment about me being a mamaâs boy stung but I didnât hold it against you. I needed to put distance between us because from the first time I met you I knew how effortless it would be for me to fall for you.
âI was too raw at the time, I wasnât ready to give my heart away to someone who might not even want it. I had to keep you at arms length because it was safer than letting myself develop feelings for someone who probably wouldnât reciprocate. But I guess the jokes on me because my plan was far from foolproof and I managed to fall for you anyway.Â
âI donât expect anything from you in return, and Iâm hoping once weâre rescued we can just forget this whole thing ever happened. But I suppose you deserve to know why I am the way I am with you and maybe going forward we can try to beâŠI donât knowâŠfriends? Or at the very least I hope we can get along better.â He sucked in a breath when he finished speaking, looking completely exhausted and utterly heartbroken.
You couldnât speak. You took in every single word, toyed with them in your mind and tried to make sense of them. But really they didnât make any sense. In the year youâd known Spencer you had never even gotten so much as a hint that he had feelings for you. He was detached, withdrawn and oftentimes entirely unapproachable.Â
It seemed implausible that he could have been hiding these feelings all this time and for you not to have a clue. You were a profiler, wasnât it your job to pick up on these things? Did the rest of the team figure it out? Were you the only one in the dark?Â
He looked increasingly uncomfortable by his confession with every passing second of silence. The fire crackled, its warmth washing over you both. It cast you both in a cosy glow.Â
Spencer seemed closer somehow. Did you move nearer or had he, or was it simply all in your head?Â
There were so many things you could say, so many possibilities but you couldnât form a simple sentence. Every time you tried to speak your words caught in your throat and his own played over in a loop in your brain.Â
I guess the jokes on me because my plan was far from foolproof and I managed to fall for you anyway.Â
Spencer had feelings for you and he thought you wouldnât feel the same. Perhaps neither of you were as good at profiling as you thought.Â
Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth, growing self conscious in your lack of response. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it through his nose.Â
âI should not have said any of that.â He averted his gaze to the fire. âI donât even know why I did. Jeez, Iâm a moron. Please can you just pretended I didnâtâŠâÂ
He trailed off when your hand cupped his chin and you turned him gently to look at you.Â
âYes, you are a moron.â You smiled meekly. âBut only because you missed what was right in front of you. How can you think I didnât feel the same?âÂ
His mouth fell open, your hand still on his jaw. He blinked rapidly as if trying to clear some kind of fog in his brain.Â
âYouâŠIâm confused.â He frowned.Â
âLet me clear it up for you then.â You dropped your hand to your side but seconds later your lips crushed against his.Â
Spencer gasped at the sudden action, in a million years he never dreamed to actually feel your lips on his. And if he never got this chance again, he was going to make the most of it.Â
He raised his hands to cup your face and ran his tongue along your bottom lip, gently asking for passageway. You obliged by parting your lips enough for his tongue to slide inside.Â
You were quick to explore the contours of each other's mouths, both of your desperations evident in the way your teeth knocked together while you worked to find your rhythm.Â
One of his hands worked its way into the back of your hair and held you firmly as he deepened the kiss further. He pulled you into his lap and you manoeuvred yourself so you were straddling him, kneeling in the dirt either side of his hips.Â
He kept one hand cradling your head and the other moved down over your ribs. It dipped beneath the thick fabric of your hoodie, sandwiched between it and your shirt underneath.Â
You rocked in his lap, wrapping your arms tightly around neck. The friction caused him to moan languidly into your mouth and it wasnât long before you felt him growing hard again.Â
When he pulled back and opened his eyes, his pupils were blown out, heavy with lust. He was begging you for more without the use of words, he removed one of your hands from around his neck and moved it between your bodies.Â
He placed your palm on his rapidly growing erection, rolling his swollen lip with his teeth whilst silently asking if this was okay. You smiled at him and your other hand joined it so you could pop the button of his shorts.
One hand wasted no time in diving straight into his boxers and wrapping around his shaft. You quickly tugged him free of the confines of both his shorts and underwear.Â
You sat back a little on your haunches to look down on him. You couldnât hold back your lamentation as you surveyed every inch of him in your hand. He was long and thick, heavy against your palm. Honestly you hadnât known what to expect, but it wasnât this.Â
The vein that ran up the underside throbbed as you brushed your thumb over it and he bucked his hips when you moved it to rub over his swollen red tip. You slowly brought your fist all the way back down, squeezing his base whilst nestled in a bed of scratchy pubic hair.
You tore your eyes away from his crotch and looked up to meet his eyes. They held a hint of uncertainty, as though he was worried you wouldnât like what you saw. Spencer never was blessed with body confidence, he was always too skinny or too tall or too gangly.Â
He wasnât dumb though, he knew that particular appendage was above average. He didnât have a wealth of sexual experience but he had enough to know that he was often a tight fit for most. But that didnât stop him from feeling self conscious under your gaze.
The smile on your face and the glint in your eye was enough for him to know that you were pleased by what youâd seen and it allowed him to relax a little. He felt a wave of heat wash over him as your hand slowly started to move and it had nothing to do with his proximity to the fire.Â
He wriggled beneath you as you started moving your hand up and down, your thumb brushing over his sensitive head each time. A string of wanton moans left his lips and he was momentarily dumbfounded while you worked him, not able to do anything but sit and relish in this feeling.
Your petite hand couldnât fit all the way around him but it didnât make your movements any less mind blowing. He had never been touched like this before, with such a combination of care and desperation.Â
Once he got his brain working for long enough to think straight, he moved his hands towards the buttons of your pants. You didnât let up on your ministrations while he got them undone, swiping your thumb through the precum collecting on his head.Â
He swiftly popped the buttons and his right hand dipped inside straight inside your panties. He moaned animalistically when he discovered how wet you were already, the sound dissipating out into the forest.Â
You kept eye contact with each other as his fingers slid between your legs, collecting your arousal before moving to settle on your needy clit. You whimpered as he rubbed the sensitive bud with two fingers, rocking against his hand whilst increasing your speed on his cock.
The sounds coming from the both of you were nothing short of feral and became eaten up by the vast woods surrounding you. You grinded against his hand while he flicked your nub deftly, eager to bring you to orgasm.
You returned the favour and matched his speed. The sounds of your arousal and his flesh against yours filled your ears. The fire continued to crackle behind you, casting you in an ethereal glow from where you perched on top of him.Â
His chest heaved and his stomach was coiling into thick knots. He wanted this to last forever but knew his orgasm was imminent. It had been all too long since someone had touched him so intimately and it would be impossible to stave off his release for too long.
But judging by the noises you were making, the sinful whines and moans leaving your parted lips and how frantically you bucked against his hand, he assumed you were in the same boat.Â
âJesus, Reid,â you panted heavily. âWho knew youâd be so good at that?â
He couldnât help but chuckle, increasing his speed even further as if to prove that point.
âLikewise.â He replied, whimpering as you swiped your thumb through more beads of precum.Â
âIâm so close.â You whined, throwing your head back to your shoulders.
âM-me too.â He stuttered, stomach clenching at the way you twisted your fist around his shaft.Â
Somewhere in the distance you heard a twig snap but paid it no attention. You kept your focus here on Spencer, on how he was making you feel and on how you were making him feel. But then you heard another crunch followed by a faint voice.
âReid? Y/LN?â It called. âI see smoke! That has to be them!â
âIs thatâŠ?â Spencer frowned, breathing heavily.
âG-Garcia.â You mumbled.Â
âFuck,â Spencer groaned, his frustration evident.
âReid? Y/L/N? Itâs Penny G, can you hear me, my loves?âÂ
You and Spencer exchanged a look while you both stilled your movements at the same time. He kept his hand inside your panties while you held the base of his shaft limply. You felt dizzy, you were on the cusp of orgasm, about to fall over the ledge when Garciaâs voice had dragged you back from the brink. Looking at Spencer, he felt much the same.
âY/L/N, Reid! Weâre coming angels!â
âOof,â Spencer groaned, cautiously withdrawing his hand from inside your pants. âPoor choice of words.âÂ
You reluctantly let go of his shaft and crawled away from him while you both readjusted yourself and got your pants done up.
âOver here, Garcia.â You called, hoping she didnât notice the way your voice shook.Â
Your body tingled, so close to release a soft breeze could get you there. Spencer pushed himself to his feet, legs shaking and reached out to help you up. He was tenting his shorts, unable to get the blood flowing elsewhere due to how close heâd been. He picked up his backpack and held it in front of him so Garcia wouldnât notice.
Your underwear was soaked and sticky. You tried to adjust your stance so it was less uncomfortable but it was almost impossible. You could see three flashlights in the distance and the footsteps were growing closer.Â
Soon enough Garcia and two park rangers appeared through the thicket. If she noticed the flush of your cheeks she didnât say anything. She immediately threw her arms around both of you, Spencer cloying to keep his bag as a barrier between himself and the bubbly blonde for fear she might feel his unyielding erection.
âOh my sweet angels!â She cooed over you both. âLet's get you back to camp and get you warmed up and fed.âÂ
You both silently agreed and let the rangers lead you back towards a clearing where their vehicle awaited you. Garcia hopped in the backseat first and Spencer held open the door for you, offering a meek smile as you passed him.Â
Perhaps it was for the best youâd been interrupted before you could go too far. Perhaps Garcia had inadvertently helped you dodge a bullet.
***
Several hours later after making it back to the camp and feasting on Rossiâs campfire soup and bread and whilst being wrapped in Garciaâs fluffy blankets, one by one the other members of the BAU retired for the night.Â
The fire was still dwindling as you perched on a log next to Spencer, silence deafening you once the two of you were alone. You watched the small flames flicker and dance in the soft breeze, soaking up the last of the summer evening before calling it a night yourself.
Before you did, you turned to face him to find he was already looking at you. He smiled softly, a little bashfully and you returned it. Words and emotions bubbled under the surface and neither one of you knew where to start.Â
âSome day, huh.â You shrugged, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body.
âIt was certainly eye opening.â Spencer agreed.
âIt was probably for the best that Garcia and those rangers found us when they did, right?âÂ
âOh yeah, for sure. Probably stopped us from doing something even more stupid.â Spencer chuckled nervously.Â
âExactly.â You nodded, getting to your feet. Spencer did the same. âWe can just pretend nothing happened. We were tired, probably a little dehydrated. The sun makes us do weird things.âÂ
âYeah, the sun.â He nodded too.Â
You swallowed thickly, giving him one last look before turning towards your tent. Spencer scuffed the toe of his converse on the ground and found himself speaking again without really meaning to.Â
âI meanâŠit would have been nice to at least finish. Iâve been kinda on edge ever since.âÂ
You spun back to look at him and he looked so unsure of himself. His hands were in his pockets and his shoulders were pitched up to his ears.Â
âUh, yeah same here.â You took a couple of tentative steps back towards him. âThereâs no doubt I could go back to my tent right now and finish what we started alone butâŠâ
âBut your hand feels so much better than my own.â Spencer finished for you.Â
You both chuckled as you reached him again, letting go of your blanket and letting it fall to the floor so you wrap your arms around Spencerâs neck.Â
âIt would just be a one time thing.â You whispered, your breath fanning across his face.Â
âEven though you donât like casual sex.â He placed his hands on your hips.Â
âEven though I donât like casual sex.â You repeated.Â
âWeâre justâŠtwo colleagues helping each other.â Spencer smirked, inching his face closer to yours.Â
âAnd if anyone ever found outâŠâÂ
âWeâd blame the sun. Summer heat got to us.âÂ
âSummer heat.â You agreed and with that he kissed you again, drawing you into his body whilst tugging you in the direction of his own tent.Â
Spencer had never been a fan of summer. But after today he may have been converted. And he was certain this summer heat between you would continue to smoulder through the seasons.Â
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Brothers AU! Sukuna Fluff Headcanons: Yuji crushing on Sukuna's s/o
Summary: Things with Sukuna have been going good, you're both happy and it's about time that you meet his family. The only issue is that Sukuna didn't take into account that his younger brother might take a liking to you too.
Warnings: no curses! au, fluff, swearing, some mention of deceased parents, sukuna being sukuna, hopefully that's it
Gender neutral! Reader
Lovely divider from @benkeibear !
âĄ- When you and Sukuna first got involved with each other, it was nothing serious. There was an understanding that you both just wanted to have fun with no commitment
⥠- This set up worked just fine- for a while
⥠- At some point, you both stopped seeing other people and became exclusive, spent more time together just talking and bonding
⥠- This is when Sukuna realizes he needs to have an important conversation with you, he's never been this into a relationship before, but he knows that he has some baggage that you should know about
⥠- On your end, you're just about ready to say 'i love you'- it's been a few months of messing around and about half of that was you both falling for each other.
⥠- So when you two are hanging out it's obvious that you both have something on your minds, it's not ruining the mood just an obvious need to talk
⥠- You both hold it off until the end of the night when you're in his car and he's dropping you off. Before you leave you give him a kiss and end up just leaning on his shoulder
⥠- It's the perfect moment to tell him, something out of a movie- so you look into his eyes and see just how soft he's become for you. Sukuna's not the type to show his love through words, even physical affection is hard for him- so he depends on small gestures; the love in his eyes, how softly he holds your hand, remembering your favorite foods and filling up your gas tank
⥠- Sukuna's thinking about just how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, and that means he can't keep important things from you. It's one of the few times that he's nervous, what he's about to tell you could be a deal breaker
⥠- You smile as Sukuna closes his eyes as you both speak up
⥠- "I love you/ I've got a kid"
⥠- While Sukuna is blanking at what you said, you're chewing him out
⥠- "Sukuna, wtf? You have a kid? When? With who? Where is it???" You are so confused and a little upset- this is something you can't just throw out there
⥠- When he comes back from his thoughts, he takes the time to explain everything to you
⥠- Turns out he in fact, does NOT have a child- rather he helps raise his younger brother, Yuji with their grandpa. Sukuna opens up about how their parents died when he was 10 and Yuji was just 3, that he's been helping take care of him ever since
⥠- Sukuna explains that, while Yuji is in their grandpa's custody, he's old and can't do much- so Sukuna stepped up and handles most of the responsibilities: helps with rent, cleaning, food, but mostly Yuji
⥠- It's a lot to take in, probably the most he's told you since he met you so it's your turn to be shocked
⥠- He leans back in his seat and sighs, "Listen- I get if that's a deal breaker- shit, it would be for me"
⥠- You take in the info dump before you realize just what he said at the end and you have no choice but to massage your temples, "Sukuna, babe, what the fuck?"
⥠- At that, Sukuna gives you a frustrated look before you keep talking
⥠- "First off, that was a lot to process- don't get me wrong, I'm happy you opened up to me, but damn you could've picked a better way or method or something" you sigh and grab his face "Thank you for telling me that... and no that's not a deal breaker- you're stuck with me, you moron"
⥠- The relief he feels is unimaginable, like a weight just got lifted off his entire body. Instead of saying anything, he just leans into your hands and sighs- you know just how relieved he is
âĄ- With that out of the way, you both go back to normal for the next few days- until you bring up Yuji
âĄ- "So, when am I gonna meet him?" This time you're both lounging at your place, he's in the kitchen making something while you're picking out a movie
âĄ- Sukuna's a little surprised before he responds "Well shit, didn't think you'd wanna meet the brat so soon." He's bringing the food over as he sits down next to you so you can both make a plan
⥠- The next day Sukuna picks you up and gives you a whole warning speech in the car: "Listen, Gramps can be an asshole, but he really does care. He'll like you, so you should be fine. Yuji's a nice kid, but he can act real immature sometimes so don't expect much from him."
⥠- By the time you make it to his place- a two bedroom apartment- you're dizzy from all the info he just gave you, again. It leaves you a little nervous as you walk up to the door and wait for him to unlock it
⥠- "Yuji, Gramps- we're here!" You take off your shoes and look around- the place is quite clean, something probably influenced by Sukuna and his high set standards. You notice an elderly man sitting in a rocking chair- Gramps you assume
âĄ- He looks over at you two and starts grumbling to Sukuna, "I'm right here you hellion, don't have to yell" Gramps' eyes soften just a little bit as he sees you before moving back to his grandson for an explanation
âĄ- Sukuna rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around your shoulders "Hello to you too- Gramps, this is Y/n, they're my partner"
âĄ- There's a soft smile on Gramps' face as he stands up to shake your hand "This is the first time the kid's brought someone home, nice to meet you." You two click instantly and get to talking
⥠- While this leaves Sukuna pretty happy, he's still got one more thing left to handle, "Hey Gramps, where's the brat?"
⥠- The elder of the two huffs "Who raised you to be so rude- he's in his room sleeping, you punk"
⥠- "The hell you mean 'he's sleeping'? It's almost noon he's got school tomorrow" Sukuna storms off down a hall and you hear a door slam open
âĄ- Gramps can tell you're a little on edge as he waves it off "That's just how he is with his brother- he can be hard on him but that's how he loves- sometimes the kid needs it"
⥠- Just a minute goes by before Sukuna comes back pulling a miniature version of himself with him- without the tattoos, height, and muscles they could be twins. Sukuna's tearing into him about how he 'needs to grow up and stop binge watching those damn worm movies'
⥠- Yuji's still half asleep as he pulls his arm free and complains about Sukuna being a meat-head, until he sees a random person in the living room "Wait- who's that?"
⥠- Sukuna massages the bridge of his nose and gestures to you "That's my s/o, Y/n- be nice and don't say some dumb shit"
âĄ- When you shake hands you can't help but gush over him, Yuji was like a mini Sukuna, just cuter and more soft "Hi there, Yuji- it's so nice to finally meet you!"
âĄ- Yuji can't help but enjoy the softness of your hand, how nice your voice sounds, how gentle you smile at him. It takes Sukuna smacking the back of his head to respond "Oh! Uh- nice to meet you too!"
⥠- Just like with Gramps, you click with Yuji instantly as he goes on and on about movies he likes, his friends at school- it's really sweet and you listen to it all
⥠- Sukuna sits himself next to Gramps on the couch and lets himself relax, the most important people in his life are getting along
⥠- The rest of the day goes great- Gramps shows you baby pictures that you gush over and Yuji seems to be glued to your side, you could be wrong but Sukuna seems a bit jealous that your attention's taken
⥠- Sukuna makes dinner but it's still the same, Yuji takes the seat next to you and Gramps talks everyone's ear off. When it's time for you to leave Yuji's like a kicked puppy until you promise to come back next week
⥠- As your boyfriend drives you home, you tell him how sweet his family is and start making plans to visit again. Sukuna's quiet though, just giving short responses until he kisses you good bye
⥠- "I'm serious, Sukuna- I'm really happy you let me meet them" you're hopping out of the car as he walks you to your door
⥠- This breaks him out of his thoughts as he squeezes your hand and gives you a small smile, "Yea, had to eventually- now go get some sleep, you work at 9 tomorrow"
⥠- When Sukuna gets home Gramps is passed out on his chair with the TV still on, it's not too late so he knows Yuji is still up and he needs to talk to the little brat
⥠- Just as he thought, his little brother is eating chips on the bed and watching some weird horror movie- that is until Sukuna steps in front of the TV and crosses his arms
⥠- "Hey! It was just getting good-"
⥠- Sukuna interrupts him by leaning down and snatching the chips, making Yuji jump "Listen, ya little shit, I saw what you were doing and don't even think about it- one: they're too old for you, two: they're mine so just drop it"
⥠- Yuji's cheeks turn pink "It's nothing, Sukuna! They're just really nice"
⥠- At that the older of the two turns to leave the room, "It better be nothing, brat" Sukuna leaves the room and mumbles one last thing "Cause you're in deep shit if it isn't"
a/n shit this took me forever! sorry- i experienced the worst writers block ever over the past few months! hopefully i'll have more energy and time to write, hope yall like this!
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Hi I Can Ask Yandere Muzan and Kokushibou (Separate Of course) Trying To Convince S/O To Stay With Them, But S/O Refuses And They Kidnap Him And Try To Turn Him Into Oni, However They Are Shocked To Find Out That S/O /o is Immune to Oni Transformation.
Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji
YeahâŠ
It really wouldn't be that simple with MuzanâŠ
The ONLY way you could get him to convince you of anything would be if you didn't know he was a demon.
Muzan would really hate every second of this.
He would give up real quick.
It would be time to move on to the abduction.
Which would happen very quickly.
One moment you are in your home and the next you are in his infinite fortress.
Then you get a nice info dump about his real identity ;)
Your opinion on thisâŠ
Muzan doesn't really care.
He is in control and if you don't like it too bad.
Muzan would try to turn you into a demon quickly.
But your body would refuse it.
He would be really confused.
Muzan would try many timesâŠ
And your body would resist him every time.
That would really piss him off.
This could not happen.
Muzan would study your genesâŠ
And now he would consider you even closer.
Muzan would NEVER want the demon Slayer corp to find out about this.
Maybe he can't turn you into a demon.
But he can make you his in other ways.
In addition to Muzan, scares you to stay.
R.I.P whole Y/N bloodline if u try leave
Yandere Kokushibo
You and Kokushibo would have been "dating" for quite some time.
No one was sure how you had ended up in a relationship.
But you had one.
A relationship you clearly wanted walk away from.
Maybe Kokushibo covered his face during the whole initial period of "dating".
However, it wouldn't be that simple.
You can try to talk to KokushiboâŠ
But he would still try to persuade you to change your mind.
kokushibo would be surprisingly calm in this situation.
Too bad he can't change your mind.
So it's kidnapping time.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
After the kidnapping, Kokushibo would explain the situation to you.
And youâŠ
you really wouldn't believe him.
The idea of ââdemons would seem ridiculous.
Who would believe that?
Yep, your opinion changes quickly when you see his face.
On top of that, Kokushibo would like to turn you into a demon.
You can try to resist him.
But he would be much stronger than you.
Kokushibo would take you to Muza after some time.
He would think that this way you could be with him foreverâŠ
But your body rejects the process.
That would be wonderful.
It goes without saying that he would be confused.
Muzan would definitely want to kill you for this.
But Kokushibo would (respectfully) try to stop him.
Finally, Muzan agreesâŠ
You will surely never leave the infinite fortress again
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Dungeon Meshi Characters x Sick Reader
(Platonic, Gn Reader)
AN: Was written with platonic intentions but ig any of them could be read as romantic???? I'm so sick i'm dying which is why i wrote this. That and i wanna get back to writing headcanons when i have the time
Laios:
Will try to get you to eat all sorts of monster parts that are said to give good health. He's trying to help, but some of the stuff he feeds you is questionable....
He will try to perform small healing spells on you if you are in pain.
He would probably ask the rest of the party how to help you and you will end up with a ton of stuff done to you as Laios takes all of their varying advice.
If you snap and tell him to just let you rest he will feel slightly bad for bothering you, but you know he didn't mean any harm by it.
If you want him to keep you company he will info dump about monsters for hours. Don't worry about falling asleep while he's talking, he's just glad you are getting some rest.
"Ahhh... i think they fell asleep. I'll just tell them about this monster when they are feeling better!" He smiles and whispers to himself when he hears your breathing change.
Chilchuck:
Will do all the traditional stuff to help you, but probably isn't well versed in actual medicine.
What he does to help is more like the natural remedies/old wive's tales your mom would give to you. Not all of them are backed by science but he swears they will help and he seems so confident so what choice do you have but to trust him?
If you're nauseous or have a fever he will sit by your side with a cold wet rag and run it over your face.
Will brew you tea and swear it will fix everything (my mom did this w yerba buena tea lol)
Will load you up with citrus fruits if you have a cold.
Is the type of person to tell you to gargle warm salt water if you have a sore throat
He will scold you for getting sick, telling you to take better care of yourself. He will say mean stuff but he's also tenderly staying by your side and caring for you... so like.. do with that what you will.
"Ugh it's such a pain taking care of you, you better not get me sick!" He complains, but he's still by your bedside attending to your every need.
Senshi:
Will cook for you. Expect a LOT of soup while you are sick.
He plans out your meals to have lots of vitamins and nutrients to help you recover faster.
He will sit by your bed and stay with you in silence.
If you want him to talk to you he might tell you stories about his time in the dungeon and all the things he's learned and the people he's met.
He is keeping you SO hydrated you will be forced to drink water constantly.
"If ya don't eat well, yer body won't have what it needs to recover. So take care of yerself and make sure ya eat up!" He says while presenting you with your 3rd bowl of soup today.
Izutsumi:
She does NOT know how to care for a sick person. But she's trying..??
Will cuddle up with you and purr. It gives comfort if nothing else.
She might also lick your hair or otherwise groom you.
If you express concern about her getting sick from being around you she will brush it off saying that as a beastman her immune system is probably better than yours.
Doesn't know how to help you but she's worried about you.
She probably tries to tell you some superstition about sickness she learned from Shuro's party that she believes is totally real.
Might drag Chilchuck or Senshi over to you to take care of you.
Don't expect her to fetch you most of what you need, she will probably sleep more than you do while sick. You can try to wake her up and tell her to get something but she will grumble about it.
"huuh..? You want me to get you food? Why don't you just ask Senshi?" She says while yawning and curling back up in your bed.
Marcille:
Tries her best to look through books she's read to find anything that can help.
She panics quickly and worries the worst will happen even if you are only slightly sick.
Might try to get Falin to help take care of you if she's around.
She probably is more worried about your health then even you are.
She gets overwhelmed and tries a lot of things to fix you but it probably takes Senshi or Falin to remind her that you just need to rest and will get better with time.
She gets very anxious and will stay by you the whole time you are sick. She probably ends up getting sick after you do and you get to take care of a whiny Marcille. (It's ok she's sort of cute while sick)
"*sniffle*, You have to take care of me now cuz you're the reason i got sick!" She whines while curled up in her bed with a disheveled appearance.
Falin:
Will perform healing magic on you if you are in any pain, she will do what she can to sooth your discomfort.
Might cast a spell to put you to sleep if you need the rest.
She's very chill about it and will sit with you and keep you company. She will joke and talk with you while you are in bed.
If you fall asleep she will read or quietly slip out of the room.
You might think she's one of the more level headed ones here and that she wouldn't do anything weird to you. You would be wrong. She is 100% doing some weird thing that's from the village where her and Laios grew up. She's convinced this is good for you even if it's super weird.
She will read stories to you if you get bored. Or she might even come up with stories on the spot to keep you entertained.
"C'mon! Eating raw onions is said to help bring your sense of taste back and help your nose stop being congested!" She says smiling sweetly, meanwhile you're pretty sure she is trying to poison you.
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Sperm Donor
Info - unprotected sex, trying to get pregnant, jealousy, teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink, a little bit of hard Dom
âPositive?â TimothĂ©e asked Hopefully as I opened the bathroom door. I shook my head sadly.
TimothĂ©e and I had been married for five years. We had finally decided we were ready for kids. The issue was, I wasnât getting pregnant. We had been trying since his birthday and nothing.
âNo,â I sighed.
âShit, Iâm sorry baby,â TimothĂ©e said mournfully. He wrapped me in his arms and petted my hair.
âMaybe we should use a sperm donor,â I said jokingly.
âExcuse me?â Came the harsh response.
âYeah, since you canât get me pregnant,â I said casually. I could sense his jealousy and anger. For some reason, I wanted to poke this sleeping lion.
âY/n,â TimothĂ©e growled. I secretly loved when he got this way.
âYou jealous?â I asked. This was all I needed to say. I was thrown against the wall and kissed. I put my hands I. His hair and moaned.
He was stripping me all while one hand dove into my panties. He was rolling my bud of pleasure and I couldnât help but jerk a couple times.
âBaby, Iâm your husband,â he purred.
âBut Iâm not pregnant,â I responded just to get it rougher. He slapped my cunt.
âAre you saying youâre not grateful for my cum?â He asked.
âLoad after load, but Iâm not with child,â I said in a sing song voice. I knew this would piss him off. I was right. He threw me over his shoulder.
I was on the kitchen table, bare and displayed. Timothée was eating my pussy. His mouth was inside me. I was so wet and heady.
âYouâre delicious, you sure I havenât made you the bearer of my child?â He asked.
âTest says no,â I gasped out. TimothĂ©e made a face. He was on me in a second.
He entered me and began to fuck me like an animal. He was shoving his cock so deep inside me. He was even laughing. He was treasuring my desperation.
I lifted my legs and pressed them to my chest. He kept them there. He held my legs down. He kept fucking me wildly.
âYou ask me if Iâm jealous?â He asked as his long and hard cock was slamming into me.
âOf course I am. I am your fucking husband.â
âI-fuck, oh, fuck, TimothĂ©e,â I wailed.
âYou want a sperm donor huh?â He asked me. I tried to answer but he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I suckled needily. My eyes rolled back in my head. He was going at me like an animal.
âAs if youâd ever touch someone elseâs sperm, youâre a fucking addict to me,â he chuckled darkly. I groaned. He took his hand away from my mouth.
âMmmm, wanna suck,â I said in a pathetic voice.
âI thought you were thinking about sperm donors,â he teased me.
âAh, ah, ah,â I gasped out. I couldnât make words come out. I felt so good. I felt my toes curl. He lifted one of my legs so he could hit me at a deeper angle. My leg rested against his shoulder.
âSay it again. Say my sperm isnât good enough,â he egged me on.
âJust, fuck, wanna be, oh shit, pregnant,â I squirmed.
âOh youâll be pregnant, Iâm gonna breed this fucking cunt,â he growled and punctuated his words with thrusts. I was panting. Just those words leaving his mouth made me wetter.
âBreed,â I begged.
âThatâs right princess,â he smirked.
âBreed me,â I pleaded.
âYes darling,â he agreed. He bent over me and continued to slam in balls deep. He kissed me sloppily. Saliva was everywhere as our tongues met and caressed one another.
âMmm, mmm, mmm,â I whined.
Timothée was massaging my sensitive breasts. His cock was buried inside me. I could feel him twitching as he possessively fucked me.
âWhatâs wrong with my sperm?â He whispered in my ear.
âNothing, absolutely nothing,â I breathed.
âSo you donât mind if I dump my big load inside you?â He purred.
âOh fuck, oh yes, please do it, breed me,â I moaned.
âGood girl!â He cried out. He began to shoot ropes and ropes deep inside my fertile womb. I was shaking with my own orgasm. We were both shaking and moaning as I was filled. He was still going, fucking his sperm further inside me. We were kissing again. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he didnât pull out.
âLetâs go again,â TimothĂ©e gasped. âGotta fill you to bursting. I want to make you full.â
âYes, make me round. Give me all your cum.â
Sure enough a couple days later I registered as pregnant. Timothée was so proud of himself he bred me all over again.
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