#j. Sleep Perfume

[men--fashion]

PEACE Perfume

PEACE Perfume by Junaid Jamshed

PEACE Perfume is one of Junaid Jamshed’s latest fragrances. The perfume was launched in 2019 and has become quite popular among perfume enthusiasts. PEACE is a unisex fragrance that is perfect for people who prefer subtle and fresh scents. The perfume has a unique blend of fragrance notes that make it stand out from other fragrances in the market.

Fragrance notes

PEACE fragrance has a unique blend of fragrance notes that make it stand out. The top notes of the perfume include bergamot, lemon, and mandarin. The heart notes include jasmine, violet, and rose. The base notes include amber, musk, and cedarwood. The combination of these fragrance notes creates a fresh and subtle aroma that is perfect for everyday wear.

Packaging and Bottle Design

PEACE perfume comes in a sleek and stylish bottle that is perfect for gifting. The bottle has a simple design with the brand’s logo on the front. The perfume is packaged in a white and silver box that adds to the elegance of the bottle.

Occasions to wear PEACE Fragrance

PEACE fragrance is perfect for everyday wear. The perfume has a subtle and fresh aroma that is perfect for casual occasions. You can wear it to work, college, or even on a day out with friends. The perfume is not too overpowering, which makes it suitable for daytime wear.

How to apply PEACE Scent?

To get the most out of your PEACE, you need to apply it correctly. The best way to apply perfume is to spray the perfume on your pulse points, such as your wrist, neck, and behind your ears. These areas are warm and will help the perfume to diffuse throughout the day. It’s also essential to apply the perfume after taking a shower or bath, as the moisture on your skin will help the fragrance last longer.

Longevity & Projection of PEACE Fragrance

PEACE perfume has a long-lasting fragrance that can last up to 8-10 hours. The perfume has a moderate projection, which means that it’s not too overpowering but still leaves a subtle trail of fragrance behind you. The longevity and projection of the perfume make it perfect for everyday wear.

Price and availability

PEACE is reasonably priced and is available in most Junaid Jamshed stores and online. The perfume comes in a 75ml bottle and is priced at around $35. The perfume is also available in smaller sizes, making it perfect for travel or to try out before purchasing the full-size bottle.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: this is part ten to lucid dreams.

Warnings ⚠️: not proofread. Mentions of death, killing, and child abuse.

The room felt as if it was the perfect temperature. The bed was the softest you've ever slept on. And you were tired as hell.

But sadly, you couldn't fall asleep.

But you weren't quite awake either. You were somewhere in between reality and a sweet relief.

Yet your mind couldn't choose which to go with.

Your body on the other hand was begging for sleep ,but your mind just wouldn't listen.

Your ears strain on instinct as you hear steps walking towards your room. They're not loud steps but not quite steps either.

They want you to hear them coming.

You sit up lazily still tired from your restless night. Your door opens and you straighten up ready for whoever walks in.

Three maids walk in dressed in black attire. They look kinda like nuns but their way more stealthy then anyother nun.

They bow as the see you and shoot you a stern glare as they see you still in bed.

"Long time no see loyce." You say to the head maid.

These women practically raised you.

As harsh as they might have been they never left you without proper care.

Loyce was the oldest of the three. And the other two you didn't know if they were mute or just weren't allowed to talk. But they never spoke. So you referred to them as Emine and Kira.

They circle around your sitting form like cats watching their pray. Their studying you. Every little detail. They have to see what need improving..

"Get in the bath." Loyce says quickly. And you groan.

"I can bath myself. " You protest as you make your way into the bathroom.

They give you a stern glare and you shake your head not amused. This was their job. They needed you to be perfect.

Undressing and stepping into the big tile tub you sit down In the warm water they've prepared. The grab brushes and shampoos of all sorts. They rub hard against your body and you groan and try and push them away.

Which does nothing but earn you a slap on the wrist with the wood handle of the brush.

"Why does your hair look this color?" Loyce speaks up.

"I dyed it once. It's been like this ever since."

You can practically hear them shaking their heads in disappointment.

Once their finished giving you a bath you smell absolutely delicious. And your skin hasn't been this hydrated in years and your muscles aren't so sore.

Their quick to dry you off not sparring a second.

And looking out the window the sun hasn't risen.

Their hands work quickly to get you dressed. And into some comfortable under garments.

Looking into the big mirror the have you sitting infront of you can see they've washed all the remaining bit of dye you had once had.

They begin straightening your hair with a devilishly hot straightener. Leaving no trace of your typical normal hair.

Your hair perfectly straight leaving not one hair out of place. They do your hair into a simple half up half down hair do.

As the begin with your make up. Simple but elegant.

Pretty enough for a princess.

Finally finishing up with your make up they lather your skin with lotion and oils giving you glowy skin.

Finally putting on your big elegent kimono. Your ready.

"What's the rush?" You say as they hurriedly slip on your shoes.

"Your father wants to see you immediately. " Loyce says speaking for the three of them.

You hum and nod knowing your father is impatient man.

"All this just to see my father..." You say looking at your reflection as the spray perfume on you.

You truly did look like a princess.

"The king," Loyce corrects you. " he's not only your father but the king...keep that in mind princess. " loyce says sternly like a mother teaching her child manners.

As they finally slip on your other shoe they take a moment to look at you. Making sure your absolutely perfect.

"You've grown beautifully....just like your mother." Loyce says and the other two nod agreeing with her. You mentally flinch at her words.

'Just like your mother.' She just had to add. You shake your head clearing these thoughts as they lead you outside room and into the big hallway.

The sun is casting over the horizon and you can't help but watch through the windows as you continue walking.

This place might have been cruel but it was beautiful nevertheless.

You walk through the big stone walls straight to father office. Just like you did many years ago.

You feel more anxious with each step. And your maids can tell. The give you a light sqeez on the arm as if trying to comfort you with their actions.

The other maids and servants bow as you pass and admire your beauty.

Finally arriving at your father office your maids bow and you dismiss them.

They each give a kiss to your cheek just like they've done ever since you were a baby.

Their kiss is not something their forced to do.

It's highly looked down apon to show any sorts of affection in the castle.

But they do it to show love. To show they care despite their cold demeanor.

Opening and stepping through your father's office doors you see him. Or more like his back.

His office looks the same dimly lit with candle and a small window. The red tiles clean ,and shiny as it always is and the pale color of the room adds to the beauty and aura.

Your father stands with his back facing you. And his long hair is tied into a bun. You can see the little gray hair peeking from his bun showing change. His growth.

Though you've grown he still looks as tall as ever. Still taller then you.

You can remember all the time you've been called to his office before. None of them were good. Hopefully now that'd be different.

But you'd be a fool to hope for something so soon. So you keep quiet, reading the room and atmosphere.

He begins talking and his voice is loud and confident just like you remember it. And you almost flinch at the sudden sound but you stand your ground. Your gaze never wavering from his back as he lights another candle.

"My girl......it's been so long...to long."

He says the last part with venom most as if he's angry at the time you've been away.

"Tell me....did you miss me?" He questions and he still doesn't turn around as he lights another candle and you wants scoff but you don't.

"Miss what? Your cruelty?" You say and you wish you could stop the words that flow out of your mouth but it's too late you've said them.

He doesn't filnch and his confidence doesn't waver at your words almost like he was expecting them.

"Ah... so you've devolved my tongue I see.... A great quality to have but it can get you into alot of trouble."

He says and you can tell he's smirking he likes that you've developed something of his.

He like your boldness. Because you undeniably got that from him.

He turns around before you can come back with a witty remark. And for a moment you have nothing to say. Your mind goes blank as your eyes meet his.

It's almost like he hasn't changed. Like not a day had gone by. But it has...his eyes widen but not in fear...no his eyes widen but only for a moment because he's proud.

"You've grown so much..." He says his voice barely louder then a whisper.

"And you not at all." You say and you don't bite your tongue like you would've before.

He smiles and you'd remember that smile anywhere. He's proud.

Not of what you've said but of you in general.

He steps forward and you take a step back hesitatently. You want to stand your ground to show no fear but your mind acts on instinct.

He takes notice of your fear and a frown appears on his face not liking your fear one bit.

"I won't hurt my dear...Im not that man...not anymore. " He says and his voice is surprising gentle.

You've never heard him talk like that before. Not even when you were a baby.

"Only a fool steps in a trap twice." You say quoting one of his lessons.

He raises his eye brows as a response and nods agreeing to your words and wisdom.

He sighs and you can see it. His chest is heavy.

He's nervous.

He's cations with his words careful not to over step.

"And you are no fool ,my girl....." He says his voice defeated.

"But I am your father....or I was. And I'd like to be agian...if you'd allow me?" His words are small and humble.

Which is so unlike him.

So unlike a king.

It was almost pathetic...he was asking to be your father.

If it was anyone else you'd probably roll your eyes for the dramatic words....

But nothing about this moment was dramatic. It was.....kind.

Something that you had never seen your father be.

Watching the man infront of you saw him. Not just a king or his cruelty...but your father.

You snap back into reality. You won't fall into a trap twice... you are no fool. You remind yourself. 'Don't attach yourself to false hope.' 'Always watch for traps.' Is what you've always been taught.

But seeing it father so honest...so desperate was doing something to you...it was breaking you.

His hazel dark eyes search yours looking for any sign of forgiveness. But you can't trust so easily. Not after everything. Your smarter then that.

"After everything's you've done...I can't just forgive you.." You say and you see how much your words impact you father but his kindness doesn't fade at the sight of denial. In fact it increases.

"I'm not asking for forgiveness...just a second chance.." He says his voice is soft and everything's in you is begging you to forgive him. But you can't.

Your hurt. He's hurt you.

"You killed my grandmother.. you took her life. That is not something I can forget." There it is something you've been dying to say to him. The final bridge that he must cross before you let him in.

You want him to explain. And he's been waiting for you to bring that up.

"That wasn't me. That was my men." He says defensively but his kindness is still there.

"Exactly your men. You might as well have killed her." You say and your venom is fierce and he feels it.

He feels your strength. He feels your emotions how you channel it into power. And he fucking loves it

If it wasn't such a bad moment he'd probably smile.

"They didn't do that by my command.....their orders were to scare you. Not to hurt you or your grandmother. "He says and you can hear his words are genuine.

"To scare me?" You say confused. They were just supposed to scare you...not bring you back?

"You still don't understand.....I let you go. " He says and he takes a small step forward and this time you don't step back.

You scoff at his words. He let you go? Impossible. He would've never let you go....atleast Not without a reason.

It's you who steps forward this time.

"Why?."

You ask commanding an answer.

"I had to let you go..." He says and his words are hollow and lack pride like his words usually have.

You look at him and tilt your head motioning for him to continue.

"Whether you believe what I say or not...I knew I was cruel. I knew I was hurting you." He says and his voice sincere. His tone so soft that you almost believe that this is a dream...

"And I didn't want to....but it was more about your strength. About what you were supposed to be.... there were things I couldn't teach you. I was to young. I lacked so much."

His voice is calm and he's trying to go around the truth but you already put the pieces together. You truly understand now.

"You lacked skills..but my grandfather didn't. So you let them take me. You let him train me. Teach me things that you never knew." You say and watch as he nods.

He sees that you've caught on. You've read him before he began speaking. Some only your grandfather would've been able to teach you.

"Your grandfather...he would've never taught me the things he's taught you." He says calmly.

He steps away from you and sits on a small chair and motions for you to sit across from him.

You hesitate sit and he pours you tea. Just like he used to do after your training had went well.

"So you expect me to teach you?" You ask as you take a sip of your tea.

"Teach me? No. I've learned plenty from other masters." He states and you look at him baffled.

"Teach Kion then?" You asks.

"No. I want to teach you all that I know." He says and he watches for your reaction.

"With what you already know and what I can teach you...you will be great." He says.

"All I am to you is some trophy..." You say feeling angry at his words how dare he want you to be nothing but a tool in game. In his war.

"Trophy?" He says confused and offended. You had taken his words the completely wrong way.

"My girl... you are all that I am. You are my daughter, my protégé, my heir."

What the hell did he just say? Heir?

You were no heir.

No bastard could be heir to the throne. You look at him confused and stunned.

"Kion is heir. Not me." You say as you take another sip of your tea.

"Says who? I have the final say." He say firmly.

"I will not take the throne from my brother." You say. You know how much blood can be shed from a siblings fighting of the throne.

"It's your birth right not his. He's known from the day he was born that you would be my heir. Not him." Your father states in a matter-of-factly tone.

"You can not take something that is already yours..." He continues.

Your silence is like a silence agreement to him as he continues speaking again.

"I assume Kion has told you what sub-zero did." He says and you can tell the memory still haunts him.

You nod.

"Do you know how he killed her?" He asks and his softness is long gone now.

You shake your head wanting him to continue.

"We were asleep. She was sleeping right next to me....and he slit her throat....I didn't even hear his steps. I woke up...and she was dead. He says and you can tell it hurts for him to admit that he was weak.

Now that was deep shit. You think to yourself.

All this time you had thought that sub-zero had killed her to start a war and take the throne ,but hearing how he killed...something much deeper had happened.

"Why not kill you? " You say and his eyes snap to yours.

"That's the question I ask every night....in chess when you take the king what happens?" He ask and you answer quickly.

"You win."

"Exactly....killing me... the throne would've been his. He wants something more... but I don't know what." His words are almost true...but he's hiding something. But you don't know what.....

You don't press any farther knowing he won't tell.. atleast not yet...

So you continue drinking your tea.

His words are kind and humble once agian as he begins speaking. And you can see the desperation in his eyes as he reaches for your hand.

"A war is coming ,and I need you...So I'll ask you agian. Will you allow me to be your father?"

As soon as the batfamilys feet touch the ground they take in the snowy atmosphere.

"Where the hell are we?" Your mother says confused. They weren't anywhere near the palace. They weren't anywhere near you.

"The portal was supposed to take us to her." Bruce says as he looks at the small device that controls the portal.

"She's about 10 thousand kilometers away." Tim says and dick groans.

"It'll take us forever to get there...." dick says annoyed.

Jason looks around the snowy grounds as if searching for you behind every tree. You mother walks up to him noticing his distressed state.

"You okay jay? Is medicine that we gave you still working? " She says her voice soft.

"Yeah.... I'm fine." He says dismissively. It was clear that jason was angry at pretty much everyone for you leaving.

He blames them. Because it is their fault.

"I have friends that can help that aren't to far from here..." Your grandfather says as he takes in the familiar surroundings.

"How long will it take us to her?" Your mother questions.

"A week at minimum. We better hurry." Your grandfather says as he begins walking knowing exactly where he's headed.

Damian stays silent for the most part. He knows he should've been a better brother...he regrets everything...every incounter every word...

He finally feels the weight of his actions getting back to him...but it's to late isn't it?

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[yelenasbraid]

good enough — joe burrow

summary — ‘we’re not good enough’ is starting to sound and feel like ‘i’m not good enough’ for joe

warnings — fem!reader, whole lotta angst, mentions of panic/not feeling great, takes place after the game against the eagles, lots of italics so sorry, maybe some ooc joe?? halfway proofread so don’t come for me.

note — i listened to the song j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you) by delaney bailey and whewww it fueled the angst

ANOTHER FUMBLE RECOVERY. another turnover. another at-home loss. he couldn’t fight this game anymore, he couldn’t fight the refs, he couldn’t deny the very blatant fact that they weren’t good enough.

so he sat, watching jake perform the last moments of the game. he watched as they lost, the score 37-17. he knew the stakes coming into the game. the eagles were a prominent team, a good opponent. he was expecting a good game out of it, not a blowout.

the post-game press conference was going to be a nightmare.

what kept him sane as he walked in the tunnel wasn’t a thing or an event, it was a person. you. he knew you watched the entire thing, he knew you’d be upset, as was he. he also knew that if one person said the wrong thing he’d snap.

he just needed to see you. just for one second.

he walked into the tunnel, his head hanging as cameras flashed. he clenched his fists; they wanted a picture of this?

“joe,” he picked up his to the sound of your voice, and if he didn’t know better, he would have collapsed right then and there. he walked up to you, putting the rest of the energy he had into his getting to you. he gently wrapped his arms around you, inhaling your perfume, reveling in your warmth.

you pulled apart from him like gum from the concrete; he didn’t want to let you go. he didn’t want to go to the press conference and face the failures, his failures.

“don’t you dare go there,” you gently warned, your voice like a cool stream over a sore wound. your hands held his clenched fists, which eventually opened to envelop yours. you were right, but it was too late; he was already there.

“i’ll see you at home,” he swallowed. his eyes twitched, the glass beneath them shattering as he made eye contact with you. he took a breath; he was not going to lose it.

“i love you,” you reminded him, letting go of his hands.

“i love you,” he hummed, mustering up some energy to offer you a smile. to you, it just looked like a more relaxed expression. he trailed off, being whisked away by staffers. he gave you one last look before he disappeared to the locker rooms.

—

his drive home was silent. his hands wrung the steering wheel as the conference played over in his mind.

“we’re not good enough, we’re not good enough. we gotta get better,”

“we gotta take responsibility for how we’re playing individually,”

“i don’t think anybody was good enough today,”

the underlying message that the reporters didn’t catch, thankfully, was that he wasn’t good enough. he should have been better. it was all his fault.

you’d catch it though. he knew you saw through him the moment you saw him. he loved it about you, that he didn’t have to say anything for you to get him. it wasn’t always the case, but it was this time.

he pulled into the driveway, throwing the car into park and sitting there for a moment. he stared at the wall of the garage, losing himself in the defeat and disappointment of the night. he blinked, throwing himself out of whatever funk he was in, and shut the car off. his body ached, his head was heavy, and all he wanted to do was sleep. it was only 6 pm; going to bed now wouldn’t hurt right?

he grabbed his bag and walked up into the house. he opened the door to the smell of vanilla and woodsmoke, his eyes directed to a candle that was lit in the kitchen. he didn’t see you in the living room or the kitchen, and for a second he thought you’d left. he swallowed, nerves bubbling in his gut as he kicked his shoes off by the door.

“babe?” he called, his voice hoarse and scratchy. his expression relaxed as he heard you pad down the stairs, seeing you in sweats and a t-shirt.

“hey,” you smiled, coming off the stairs. you crossed your arms over your chest, watching as joe stood there. he didn’t know what to do, clearly this game proved that. he just wasn’t good enough. the voices from past recruiters filled his mind as he zoned out again, whispering sweet lies to him about his performance.

he’d never be good enough.

there’s always someone better.

he wasn’t even good enough for you.

his breath hitched as he focused on you, the world around him coming back into focus.

“what?” he cleared his throat, seeing the confused expression on your face.

“i asked if you were hungry,” you repeated. seeing him this dazed worried you, especially given the circumstances.

“don’t really have an appetite,” he responded, moving past you and towards the stairs. his emotions were a sour cocktail, and he was tired of it being the only thing settling in his stomach. he wanted you told hold him, to comfort him, but he also needed to figure out what exactly happened out there. his brain was leaning towards finding a solution, even if there was no use in the state he was in.

“i figured,” you hummed, letting him stroll past you up the stairs, “i’ll be here when you’re ready,” you added. you’d wait for him, all day every day. you’d let him go through his process, do his routine, and he’d come back to you. he always did.

joe paused on the stairs, something stopping him. he didn’t know what it was, maybe it was your voice in his head breaking through the noise, telling him to not shut you out. maybe it was your divine-like patience. you always made time for his moods and his failures. did he make time for you? amidst his struggles, did he ever take a second to make time for your moods and your struggles? was he being a good boyfriend?

“baby?”

“why are you still here?” he asked you, his tone sharp, despite him meaning to sound that way.

“what?” his tone caught you off guard, making you rapidly blink to help you process.

“you should leave,” he continued, “you…” he was panicking. why was he pushing you away? he needed you.

“what are you talking about?” your fear struck you, but you still fought yourself. he couldn’t mean what you thought he meant, right? you swallowed, watching as he battled himself. watching as his eyes avoided yours, as his fists unclenched and then clenched again. he was shaking too.

“you’re always here for me, when have i ever been there for you?” he asked, “i’m not a good boyfriend, i’m not a good quarterback,”

“joe, stop,” your voice stopped him, a stern expression reminding him much of his mother. while you were serious, there was undoubtedly a kind warmth behind your eyes. he panted, his eyes filling with hot tears.

as silence sat between you, joe’s breathing lessened. he walked back down the stairs, dropping his bag at the foot of them. he stood there, deflated, as you approached him. you took his face in your hands, feeling warm tears hit your fingers. your thumbs whisked them away, trying to give joe some semblance of comfort during a time where there wasn’t much of it.

joe wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck. he pulled you in close, the weight on his chest lessening as he let you pull him in. he let your warmth take him over, spreading like a wildfire over his bones. he felt your fingers through his hair, your hands running down his back. you were the personification of comfort and safety, and he was trying so hard to drink it all in.

“you are not a bad boyfriend,” you hummed, and in response he squeezed you tighter, “you’re not a bad quarterback,” you added, running your hands down his back. he pulled away from you as tears fell from his eyes. he wiped them away with the palm of his hand.

“how?”

“do you remember that time i was followed by some guy? i called you, and without any hesitation you answered and came to help me,”

“that’s just what a boyfriend is supposed to do,”

“hold on, i’ve got more,” you patted his chest, “the time when my mom had a cancer scare. you left practice early every day to make sure not only that i was ok, but if i needed anything. the time i got promoted at work and you surprised me with my friends over for dinner. the time i was spiraling so badly after a bad encounter with someone at work you picked me up, made me a delicious dinner, and made sure i felt appreciated and loved,” you listed them off, and there were many more. you guys weren’t perfect, by any means, but he was enough. he’d always be enough.

“you’re a good quarterback. if you don’t want to look at the numbers, look at your heart. you have such a passion for these young guys, for the vets. you lead them well and confidently, you make sure they know they’re appreciated and give them their first game ball if necessary, like you did with andrei. but because none of us are perfect, we make mistakes, but it makes us better. it doesn’t define you as a person,” you continued. you watched the gears turn, and while it would take some time for joe to see that himself, he knew you were right. he knew what you were talking about, he saw what you saw, and it calmed the frayed nerves in his body.

“i don’t deserve you,” he whispered, “i really don’t,”

“you deserve the world, joe burrow,” you countered, giving him a soft smile. he gave you one back, sniffling.

“i’m sorry for telling you to leave, i just…i don’t know,”

“i know, just don’t push me away. i’m not here to make things worse for you, i hope you know that,” you allowed a laugh at your last words, making joe chuckle too.

“i know that,” he agreed.

“don’t push me away,” you repeat, resting your hand on his chest, it movie with the rise and fall of his chest.

“i won’t,”

“good,” you smiled, “now, i say it’s time for a comfort show,” you grinned, which made his face light up. the both of you walked over to the couch, sitting down on the plush white cushions. you settled a blanket across your lap, while joe grabbed a blanket of his own, laying his head in your lap.

“spongebob?” he turned his head up to look at you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“sure thing, squidward,” you teased, kissing him on the nose. you turned it on, then nestling into your spot on the couch. you ran your fingers through joe’s hair, occasionally catching his neck before going back into his hair. joe melted into you, cuddling into your warmth and your safety. he watched the episode, giggling at a couple parts, but the most important thing is that he was with you. that you were the glue that held him together. the feeling of your hands in his hair sent prickles down his spine, and in a good and comforting way. every prickle sent warmth across his body, relaxing his taut muscles.

you bent down and kissed his temple.

“i love you, joe burrow,” you hummed.

“i love you more, y/n l/n,” he hummed back. it wasn’t too long before sleep bid him closer, and took over his body. he slumped into you, his soft breaths telling you he fell asleep. you kissed him again, smiling against his warm skin. he was safe and he was loved, and that’s all that mattered.

joey looked so sad after the game 🥺 hopefully this makes a bit better. ALSO! i do have a couple more fics lined up that might be released this week so STAY TUNED!! i just wanted to write an angsty fic ngl

tags: @wickedfun9 @joeyfranchise

[sweetdispatch]

Boxes - J. Hughes

masterlist | Part 1 pairing: Jack Hughes x fem!reader summary: Aftermath of the words that Jack said to you warning: swear words note: thank you for all feedback to first part! if not you, i would never sat down to write continuation❤️ taglist: @dancerbailey3 @kammafffffff

Those words were ringing in Jack’ head. He couldn’t believe he said all the awful things to the woman that he loves. Every time he remembered about it, he wanted to cry. He knew you didn’t deserve them. He was mad at the whole situation. He regretted that he took out his anger on you. Every day, he was waking up in an empty bed. He knew he fucked up and knew he could handle the situation better. 

Why didn't I say that I need space? 

Why didn’t I just talk with her? 

Why did I act like a total idiot? 

Those were his thoughts that were haunting him every time Jack woke up alone and every time he was going to sleep. He missed your presence in the apartment. He missed the smell of the perfume you were using, seeing your cosmetics all over the sink, your music playing softly from your phone when you were baking. Most importantly, he missed your presence. 

This silence around the place was killing him. Jack finally understood why you were always checking on him. To be sure he’s alright. He wished he could check on you how you’re doing. He was hopeless. He desperately needed to hear your voice and make sure you’re doing fine. His favorite hobby was scrolling his phone and watching your pictures when you were happy. 

All Jack could remember, except his words, was your cry. This sound was haunting him. Never before, he heard your voice so raw and so painful. He regretted that he didn’t react. That he didn’t appear next to you with apologies and just ignored you. Days went by and he was falling into a deeper hole. 

You were a mess. You couldn’t believe that Jack treated you like that. After all those years together, he spoke to you like you were no one to him. These words he said to you were ringing in your ear. You could survive being called bitch but when he called you a shag, you lost it. You were wondering if all the time Jack was thinking about you like you’re just sex object. 

You were staying at your friend's place trying to figure out what’s next. You wanted to move out from New Jersey, you wanted to escape this city and leave him and the problems behind you. All your things were in Jack’ apartment that you earlier called home. You needed to get there and take from there but that meant facing him. 

Your friend was trying to tell you that she can get those stuff for you but you knew you had to do it. Everywhere were laying your things. In the living room were standing your figures that you’ve been collecting and Jack put them there so they won’t be in the box. In the kitchen were your favorite cups that you brought from home. 

None of your family knew about this fight. You didn’t want to tell them what happened until you figured out what you were going to do next but Jack’ family knew. His mom was calling you everyday to check on you. Quinn did the same thing and tried to apologise for how stupid his brother is. Luke was taking you out so you don’t have to sit at home alone and sink in those words. They treated you like a part of family and were fuming at Jack for treating you this way. 

They all remembered how you were always next to him, no matter what. How helpful you were to him during summer. That’s why they couldn’t understand why Jack said those words to you. He was hearing from his family all the time that he lost the best girl he could ever find. He knew that and didn’t need a reminder. 

Week went by. Jack tried to contact you everyday but you never picked up the phone. He was having updates about how you were doing from his family and it was killing him when he heard that you’re a mess. You were a mess because of him and his anger. He wanted to apologise to you. 

After a week, you figured out what you want from the future. This also means that you need to go to your old apartment to collect your things. When you arrived with boxes at the door, you took a deep breath. Sure, you could ask Luke to take out Jack somewhere but you knew that you have to face him. You opened the door and walked into the apartment. You spotted that the kitchen and living room were a mess. 

From the couch, Jack looked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were standing there but then he noticed the boxes. He knew that you came to grab your things and he couldn’t blame you but it still made him sad. He wanted to say something but the words were stuck in his throat.

“I came to grab my things and I’m gone” You said on the verge of tears. You started putting things into the box when you heard. 

“I’m sorry” Jack said, his voice was shaky. 

“Save it please” You told him, focused on your job here. 

“I really am sorry. I regret every word I said to you. I lost my temper and snapped” Jack tried to explain himself and you laughed. 

“Always having an excuse. Just drop it” You told him firmly. 

“Look, I know that you hate me now but I really regret it. Everyday it haunts me what I said to you. You’re not an annoying bitch or shag. You’re the woman I love and those words should never leave my mouth” Jack told you and from his voice you could tell that this is sincere. 

“It’s hard for me to believe you. You said it with such an ease like you truly meant them. For the past week, I was thinking about them and now, I feel like our whole relationship was pointless. Like you saw just sex in me” For the first time, you looked at him.

“You know that’s not true” Jack said with a sharp voice.

“Do I?” You fought back.

“Yes! I love you and I want to make it up to you” Jack pleaded. 

“There’s nothing you can do. I simply don’t trust you anymore. I love you but this love hurt me too much. Can I have a guarantee that you never again snap at me like that?” Jack didn’t say a word. “Exactly. That’s why I need to move with my life and find myself again. I’ve been so caught up with you that I lost ability to being myself” 

“So this means that we’re breaking up?” Jack asked with tears in his eyes. 

“This relationship was over the minute I left the door. If you would really care, you would come and check on me when I was crying over those words but you were just sitting on the couch. You acted like I was a burden” You ran your hands through your hair. “All I wanted was to help you get through this rehabilitation” You sighed.

“I’m really sorry. If I could turn back time, I would never say those words. I would tell you what was bothering me” Jack said, defeated. 

“But you can’t” You told him and went into the bedroom to pack the rest of your clothes. 

 “Can we at least stay friends? Please?” Jack begged you. He needed you to have around. 

“I don’t know. I’m moving out of town and I don’t really want to talk with you on the phone about my life” You told him truthfully. 

“Where are you going?” Jack could feel that you’re slipping through his fingers.  

“Far away. I want to leave this city behind me” You said and grabbed the box to put it into the car. You did that couple more times until the apartment was free from your things. “I guess it’s a goodbye” 

“I’m really sorry for the pain I caused you. It was never my intention and I’ll never forgive myself for ruining our relationship” Jack said and you pulled him into a hug. 

“I hope the rehabilitation will go smoothly. Good luck in your life Jack” And like that you left the apartment. For good. 

Jack stood there looking at the door, hoping that you’ll walk and tell him that everything’s alright. It never happened. You really left him and now, without your things, the apartment felt cold. Like you never even lived there. All the things he had left were the memories. This argument was haunting him and he couldn’t believe that he ruined a perfect thing. You are supposed to be his wife. Mother to his children but now, you were a stranger to him.

[starrieangel]

🧸Mouthwashing Crew Takes U to Build-A-Bear🧸

i am letting the autism win with this one boys

Here are some imagines for the Mouthwashing crew taking you to Build-A-Bear! They'll pick out a bear for you and help you fill it with love, give it a bath, and even record a special message just for you! This is sickly sweet and incredibly self-indulgent- I have a lot of emotions for this game. I've written fic before, but never on tumblr and never a fluff fic abt a gruesome psychological horror game, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Female Reader, (Implied) Age Regressor Reader, i made jimmy normal and not a psychopath (for fun)

Curly

Curly would pick the Happy Hugs Teddy Bear for you!

Okay, really Curly let you pick which bear you wanted. There's no way he could decide out of all the choices there, plus he might not pick the right one and he really wants you to just get one you'll really love- he would definitely overthink things. So of course you had to pick one with the same wavy blonde locks that remind you of him ♡

For his special message, he would say,

"You’re my special girl."

In his sweet and soft voice. If he had his way, he would sing a lullaby, so that when you couldnt sleep at night, you could squeeze your teddy and hear his voice sing you to sleep- but he’s way too shy to do that in public, so he kept it a bit short but sweet.

You both give the heart a kiss and a rub, and Curly helps you fill the bear with just the right amount of stuffing.

He would definitely turn beet red when he realizes how often you're going to be pressing the bear's tummy just to hear his voice... HE'S SHY..!! And now everyone is going to hear him be SOFT OH GOD..

But he melts when you look up at him, so so happy you have a teddy that makes you feel just as safe and loved as he does, so maybe a little bit of embarrassment is worth it

Bonus Idea: If for some reason there was a Post-Crash Curly in this scenario, then when you two cuddle he would reach over and press the bear's tummy whenever he wants to remind you that you're still his special girl, even if he can't say it to you himself ♡

Anya

Anya would pick the Wolf Pup Stuffed Animal for you!

Anya would choose a wolf because she was a wolf girl growing up of its pretty silver color and their connection to the moon ♡ One of her favorite activities is looking up at the stars with you, and now you'll have a soft new friend to join you two.

Her special message to you would be

"I'll always love you, starlight."

She would say in her soft and silky voice, using her special pet name for you to make you smile.

"Let's make sure she's squeaky clean, okay?" She would say, helping you brush the plush's fur and give it a pretend bath, rubbing behind its ears for good measure.

She'd ruffle your hair and tell you what a good job you did!

When you get home, she would spray it with her perfume so it even smells like her ♡ I think she would smell like lavender or clean linen :)

Daisuke

Daisuke would pick the Sun Sparkle Teddy Bear for you!

Daisuke would pick this bear for you because of all the fun colors !!! (And because you said no to his sillier picks... no, you do not want a minions build a bear, Daisuke...)

His special message to you is

"Hi Pookie I just want you to know I think you're like totally the cutest girl ever! And I hope whenever you hug this bear you think of me and that way you won't ever ever have to miss me! And- Oh, the lady is telling me Im running out of ti-"

Even when he isn't trying, Daisuke is always making you laugh.

In fact, when stuffing the bear, he may have tried to overfill it just a tad... It was almost impossible to sew the bear closed.

He would definitely go on a small shopping spree picking out all the outfits your bear will need (Surfing, at the office, fancy dinner, etc. Typical bear activites.) Until you calm him down and pick out just one cute Hawaiian shirt for your new friend to wear :)

Jimmy

Jimmy would pick the Fuzzy Fox Stuffed Animal for you!

I think he would choose this one because of the muted colors. It's not overly bright and cheery but still cute enough for his little girl. (But not cuter than him, right? ... Right?!)

For his voice message, he would say:

"I love you, baby doll..."

in a low, gravelly voice. He’s embarrassed to say anything, to be honest, doubly so when both you and the worker go "Awww!" at his declaration.

He lets you rub the heart and add it to your new friend.

He would tell you you overstuffed him, now he's fat (He's just teasing)

He's always messing with you and playing with you. When you go to give your new friend a bath, he plays with the plushie while you try to bathe it. "I don't want a bath! Noo, I wanna stay dirty! You're drowning me!" He puts on a funny voice, just for you. You're the only one who can get him to lighten up, smile, and be playful like this, especially when you giggle and desperately try to give your mischievous plushie a pretend bath.

[washeduphazbin]

Vox NSFW Headcannons

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

One would think he wouldn't know what aftercare was, considering he'd lived with Valentino for so long. However, sleeping with Vox was pleasantly surprising. He is very attentive after sex, and you wondered if it was something he carried over from his time alive. Water is always by the bedside, and it gets you snacks if needed or even a hot or cold compress. Sometimes, his screen can get really bright, and he has a custom-made sleeping mask just for you if you get overstimulated after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vox: He likes his claws; he can be delicate with them, but they can get the work done when necessary.

You: Vox loves your skin; he likes how fragile you feel beneath his fingers.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Unlike many others in Hell, I think Vox is one of the rare men who doesn’t have a raging breeding kink. As long as you both get off, he doesn’t really care where he cums, inside or out. Although…on your face always paints a pretty picture.

His cum is thick and sticky and has a blue bioluminescence feature to it. Like you're (literally) turning on a computer. He cums a lot and has a shorter refractory period than most.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to tie you up in the cables in his ���lair’. His wires snug around your body accentuating the right parts. Vox would have full control of you, your body, and your movement. The millions of cameras in his lair would be pointed on you and set to record so he never misses a moment of you being ravaged. The way your fucked out face would appear on the millions of screens in front of you both would leave him with enough material to jack off alone for an entire year.

He also absolutely has stolen several pairs of your underwear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Vox absolutely knows what he’s doing, he’s been with Valentino of all people. As fucked up as Val’s kinks are he has taught Vox a significant amount of his skills.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl.

It’s no secret that this man gets turned on my power. Usually specifically his own, he likes being in control. **BUT** when you take control and top him he’s GONE. Insanely turned on at how you ride him into the ground.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Vox is absolutely not goofy in bed. He’s more serious, he can be a bit snarky with you both quipping back and forth but he takes it seriously. Especially after being with Valentino where sex meant so little, now he treats it like love making.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So. He has a TV for a head. So, carpets will never match the drapes. I think he wouldn’t have a lot (or any) hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s learned to be more romantic as the two of you progressed your relationship. Again going from Valentino to you was whiplash. At first he assumed you’d like the same stuff his ex liked but that was not the case, especially for your first time sleeping with one another.

Now he’s very romantic. He leaves you flowers every time he enters your room in the tower. When he has to leave for work he always sets up a little breakfast for you. In bed he’s much more attentive than he was at the beginning.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh boy, does he. He usually does it when you're not available for an extended period. If you were there, he'd much rather bury himself in your dripping pussy.

That being said, Vox absolutely has a shrine of things he’s stolen from you, mainly your panties. He uses them to jerk off, either fisting his dick with your underwear wrapped around his hand or pressing the crotch to his screen, taking in the scent of you. Other things in the shrine include your perfume, your rings, and a picture of you covered in a blue substance. The only other time he masturbates is if you make him do it in front of you, and god was that hot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Has a mommy kink and a praise kink. Tell him he's doing an excellent job while your pussy's dripping on his face, and it's a surefire way to crash his systems. Yet, at the same time, he loves to be degraded or have anything that has to do with you being in control of him. He's also into electric stimulation, obviously. Likes when you make him bluescreen. Some errors include. _ERROR_(Y/n)'s_Pussy_too_Good.exe _ERROR_Mommy's_Punishing_Me.exe

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, anytime. If you're both horny, he'll drag you off somewhere to blow off steam. He gets a rush from fucking in public where the press could catch them, but in reality, that would be his worst nightmare.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You glaring at him, cussing him out, being a stubborn hothead... etc. Any one of those will have him sporting a hard-on desperately needing your attention. Also, kissing his neck right where his circuits meet human flesh. That has him begging.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He's done a lot of shit with Val, but some things absolutely cross that line. Piss, Shit, or any other bodily fluid that isn't cum is one of his big ones.

He also has to say no to shower sex, not willingly; he cannot get his head wet without risking a major power blowout.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With Vox's long tongue, he's good at oral, can reach the deepest places, and uses his claws to keep your hips in place. You wake up covered in bruises from gripping him too tight. He has to pull your legs apart and hold them because you can't close your legs around his TV head. He loves receiving it, too, especially with you under his desk while he watches the cameras around Pride and is hooked up to the wires. If you work well enough, you can cause a city-wide blackout with just your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how he's feeling at the moment. He's had too many fast rough, and nonintimate fucks with Val. He appreciates smooth and sensual lovemaking. But also loves spontaneous sex; if you turn him on, he won't care where he'd find a place to fuck you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He *LOVES* quickies. King of quickies, to be honest. Before work fuck, lunch fuck, afternoon fuck, before dinner fuck, after dinner fuck.

Most of the time, you don't know how you walk around the following days like nothing happened. If he did manage to fuck you stupid from a quickie, he would provide aftercare but still would leave to do his work at the end of the day.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He'll try anything once. If you say you like something, he'll give it a try; he wants to do electrical play and shibari more than anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

All day, every day, several times. It's almost like because he's a computer, it's nearly like he has total control of his refractory period and when he cums. He could have you cumming five times before he finishes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has toys, plenty of them. When you live with Valentino, you know for sure every Christmas or birthday, he's getting you sex toys. You and Vox don't think he's capable of getting any of you an actual gift. Although both of you make good use of all of them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Oh, he likes to tease. Insanely so, but then again, so do you whenever he gives you the chance. When he tops this man will delay your orgasm as much as possible while calling you 'baby girl' and complaining about how you're pathetic and needy for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man likes to hear himself talk, so of *course* he's loud. Especially when you're sucking him off, lots of curses and mocking laughter as his claws pull and dig into your hair. When he's fucking into you, he growls and grunts saying how tight you are and how you're his perfect fuck toy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to film you on his screen and saves it away for later use in a file with your name on it. Val once asked if he could have access to it to sell it because it would make the Vee's an insane amount of money. Vox almost killed him for insinuating that he'd ever expose you like that; you were for his eyes only.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's long and slender; it glows a soft blue when it's dimly lit. There are thick veins on the underside of the shaft. The color is a deep navy blue, and the tip is light blue.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As discussed before, he has an incredibly high sex drive. If you don't want it one day, he'll accept it, but he will be whining about it all day. It's like you killed him or broke up with him; that's what withholding sex is like for him. He would never force himself upon you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

First, he gives you aftercare or vice versa, and then he immediately passes out. Even if you get up and shower, he's sprawled out on the bed, snoring away. You always have to maneuver your way back into the bed, moving his sprawled-out limbs. Once you're back in bed, he clings to you like a koala does to a tree branch. Then you're stuck until morning.

[kylosjuul]

Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)

a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.

“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.

[swagyalastorwife]

Adam dating alphabet{ headcanons}

Author's notes : hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I hope you like it and sorry for the spelling mistakes

⚠️warning ⚠️: jerk off, mention of sex very often, sex life

🔝maybe I'm overdoing it a little but I prefer to warn⚠️

♡A affection:

He is not afraid to show you how much he loves you in private, in public it's another story, he has to keep his cool guy image but even in public he won't hesitate to hold your hand and slap your butt

♡ B His favorite part of your body:

He loves your butt and your breasts my god, he will never take his hand off your butt and when you cuddle he automatically puts his head in your breasts

♡C curiosity:

He is a very curious man and he will always ask you what your things are for, makeup, sanitary napkins, etc.

♡ D dirty secrets:

He secretly dreams of doing it in public...or that you have total control over him, you will tie him up with handcuffs and ride him all night long..

♡ E experience:

He has had a lot of bad relationships because of lilith and Eve so the day he saw you for the first time he understood very quickly that you were the right one! don't disappoint him he loves you more than anything

♡ F favorite moment with you:

In the evening after a long day of work he loves to snuggle up to you and complain about others Angel

♡ G generous:

For you he will do anything and he will offer you everything you want, he just wants you to be happy with him

♡ H home:

He does not clean the house but will do the tasks that you tell him to do. If by some miracle he puts something away without you asking him he will want you to congratulate him

"hey baby I cleaned the dishes"

"ha that's cool thanks Adam"

"is that all you have to say to me?? just thank you??"

♡ I intimacy:

He loves these moments of intimacy with you but not only sexual no, just being snuggled up against you makes him so happy

♡ J jerk off:

Well he will only do it if you refuse to fuck him, he will do it by looking at photos of you

♡ K keep your secrets:

He is your biggest confidant and he will never betray you he loves you too much for that and he will keep your secrets and he will never use them against you

♡ L language of love:

Touch he loves touching you and his biggest fear is losing you, even at night he holds you close to him because he is afraid that you will leave and leave him alone

♡ M motivation to get up in the morning:

0/10 he does not like being woken up and go to work these are the excuses he uses because in truth he simply loves being stuck to you and loves the warmth that comes off your body, he does not want to be separated from you, good luck getting him up

♡ N name:

He calls you baby, honey, sweet heart, killer boobs, slut in the hottest moments and many other nicknames

♡ O Oral:

As much as possible, and will do anything to hear you scream his name too

♡ P physical touch:

As I have already said everywhere! and at any time

♡ Q quality time:

For him quality time is when it's just the two of you and there's no one else, snuggled up on the couch and watching TV

♡ R rock:

When he sees you naked or just wants you he'll get hard as a rock

♡ S sex life:

Every occasion birthday, party, in the shower, and especially in every room of the house

♡ T tickle:

He likes to hold you down on the bed and tickle you just to hear your sweet laugh

♡ U ugly:

He'll never admit it but he's very self-conscious about his physical appearance and always thinks he's too ugly to be with you

♡ V voice:

He loves hearing your voice, he could spend years listening to you talk

♡ W weird habit:

When you're away too long and he misses you he'll take a sweater of yours or your perfume to smell your scent {it's so cute}

♡ Xmas:

He didn't really Christmas before he met you but he quickly realized how great a party it was

♡ Y you:

You are everything to him, he literally lives for you without you his life would be like a punishment for him ,you are his fucking reason to live so please don't break his heart

♡ Zzzz:

He loves to sleep and especially with you, he will snore and will surely take up all the space in the bed

Iiii hope you like it (^-^)/❤️

[sweetcomicval]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐇

pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader song choice: coming home - nct u word count: 1.3 k PEACH & PINE MASTERPOST

The soft morning light began to sneak through the curtains, giving the room a gentle glow. You yawned and blinked sleepily, fumbling for your phone to stop the alarm. For a moment, you just lay there, letting the haze of sleep gradually fade away.

You made your way to Teo’s room and gently nudged the door open to find him fast asleep, curled up under his space-themed comforter. Sitting on the side of his bed, you gently stroked his hair.

“Teo, baby, it’s time to wake up,” you murmured, your voice soft and coaxing. “We don’t want to be late for daycare.”

Teo groaned as he peeked out from beneath the covers, squinting at the brightness. “Do I have to go, Mommy?” he asked, giving you a half-hearted pout, still sleepy.

“Yes, sweetie, you have to,” you said with an understanding smile. “But you’ll get to see your friends and have fun!”

Teo’s expression turned blue for a moment. “I want to see Daddy,” he murmured with a hint of sadness. You felt a pang in your chest; Jaehyun had been gone for almost two weeks, and the house just wasn’t the same without him.

You gently touched Teo’s cheek, stroking your thumb over his soft skin. “I know, baby, I miss Daddy too,” you said, trying to smile. “But guess what? He’ll be back soon, and we’re going to surprise him with something amazing, okay?”

Teo’s eyes lit up at that, and he sat up, his excitement slowly replacing the earlier melancholy. “Can we do something special for him?” you nodded, a smile spreading across your face.

“Let’s get him a present... and cake!” Teo blurted out, his arms suddenly wrapping around your neck in a tight hug, as if the idea couldn’t wait a second longer. “Absolutely,” you replied, hugging him back. “We can do all sorts of fun things to surprise Daddy, but first, you need to get ready for the day.”

After breakfast and a bit of a battle getting him dressed, you finally bundled Teo up in his winter coat and scarf. “Look at my little man!” you teased, poking one of his dimples as he giggled, trying to pull the scarf away from his face.

“Let’s go, Mommy!” Teo let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be overwhelmed by the wait, but his smile betrayed his eagerness. You chuckled softly, knowing that this little routine was a cherished part of your mornings.

On the drive to daycare, you took a quick peek at Teo in the rearview mirror. “Hey, baby, any suggestions on what we should get for Daddy?” you asked, half expecting toys as his answer.

Teo’s adorable little face scrunched up in deep thought. “Umm… Play-Doh!” he finally said, his face lighting up as though he’d just thought of the perfect gift. You couldn't resist a small chuckle. “Play-Doh’s a great idea, but I think Daddy’s a little too grown-up for that. What about his favorite perfume?”

Teo shook his head, clearly not impressed. “Perfumes are boring. Daddy likes Legos!” he argued, as if that settled everything. “Baby, that’s more of a gift for you, than for your dad,” you explained gently. “What about a vinyl record? The ones that spin and play music?”

Teo’s eyes widened at the suggestion. “With Christmas songs?” he asked, his curiosity sparking. “Sure! We can get one with Christmas songs,” you confirmed, your excitement matching his. “Come on, my little elf! I’ll take you to the door.”

“Bye, Mommy! See you later, love youuu!” Teo called out, stretching the last word while his little hand waved frantically. You smiled, watching him disappear into the daycare with that same boundless energy. “Goodbye, sweetie! Love you too!” you replied, your heart full as you watched him go.

Later that afternoon, the sun hung low, washing the neighborhood in a soft, golden light as you drove toward Jaehyun’s parents’ house. It had been a long day, but the thought of seeing Teo gave you a second wind.

Miyoung, Jaehyun’s mom, opened the door with her signature bright smile, revealing the cheerful westie, eagerly wagging her tail at the door. “Hello, sweetheart! Come in, come in; we’re just having some tea and cookies,” she said, beckoning you inside.

“Hi, eomeonim! Hi, Bomi!” You greeted, stooping to give the dog a quick pat. Inside, Teo was sitting at the kitchen table next to Jihoon, Jaehyun’s father, talking a mile a minute. “And we went to a museum and had so much fun!” he practically shouted and grabbed another cookie. Jihoon looked intrigued, raising an eyebrow, "Really?"

Teo’s head bobbed. “Yess, it was amazing! There were so many lights and fun games!" His hands flew around in the air as he described the vivid experiences from his school trip.

Miyoung chuckled softly beside you. “Look at them—best buddies, huh?” she said, her eyes warm. You smiled too, watching Teo as he laughed, with crumbs of cookie all over his shirt.

Suddenly, Teo’s face lit up as he spotted you. “Mommy! Hi!” he called out. “Hi, baby! Hello, siabeoji!”, you replied with a laugh, the joy in your son’s voice warming your heart. You pulled out a chair beside Teo and poured yourself some tea. “Thanks for taking care of him today,” you said, your tone warm and grateful. “Jaehyun should be back soon.”

Jihoon smiled, setting his cup down. “It’s my pleasure! He’s such a lively little guy and great company,” he said warmly. “We love having Teo over,” Miyoung replied. “He reminds us so much of Jaehyunnie when he was a kid!”

After a quick chat with Jaehyun’s parents, you and Teo headed to the record store nearby. As soon as you stepped inside, you lifted Teo up so he could see the colorful album covers plastered all over the walls. When Teo spotted something familiar, his eyes went wide. “Mommy, look! Snoopy!” he shouted, practically bouncing in your arms as he pointed at A Charlie Brown Christmas record on the shelf.

You followed his finger, your heart warming at his enthusiasm. “Oh, that’s a classic! Do you think Daddy would like it? you asked, smiling.

Teo nodded furiously, his dimples popping out as he grinned. “Yes! It’s got Snoopy! Daddy and Uncle Jungwoo love Snoopy!”.

With a sense of accomplishment, you both left the store with the album in hand, ready to go home. After having dinner and getting everything ready for the next day, you tucked Teo into bed. “Baby, let’s call Dad!”

You tapped Jaehyun’s number on the screen, and soon his familiar face popped up. “Hey, my love! And there’s my little man! How are you guys?” Jaehyun greeted, his usual dimpled smile making the distance feel a bit smaller.

“We’re good,” you started, but Teo cut you off, practically climbing over you to get to the phone. “We miss you, Daddy!” he declared with a dramatic pout.

“I miss you too! I want to be home already!” Jaehyun replied, his eyes glistening with affection. “When will you be back?” Teo asked, his voice hopeful.

“Soon, baby! In a few days. Have you been taking care of Mommy?” Jaehyun inquired, his tone playful yet sincere.

“Yeah! I make sure she eats her fruits and goes to bed on time!” Teo proudly announced, puffing out his little chest. “You’re the best, Teo-ah!” Jaehyun beamed.

You smiled at the bond they shared, but it was getting late. “Darlings, I think it’s time for us to sleep. Let’s say goodbye.”

“Good night, Daddy! Love youuu!” Teo called out, waving wildly at the phone. “Goodnight, my Teo! I love you too! Sleep well, honey. I love you!” Jaehyun replied, his voice soft and full of love.

You leaned in, smiling at the screen. “Me too, love. Goodnight! I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you said, giving him a quick wave before hanging up.

As you ended the call, you tucked Teo in a little tighter, both feeling the love that connected you across miles.

a/n: i hope you liked the names i picked! idk the names of jaehyun’s parents so i made them up 😝 the divider is from @enchanthings 💌 reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[spidergirllexi]

A-Z yunho

A=Aftercare

Aftercare with yunho is iffy, he will provide minimum due to wanting to sleep after, but he will cuddle you.

B=Body part

He’s an ass man at heart, but also likes thighs and hips.

C=cum

He likes to cum inside, mostly. But he also will cum on your ass, thighs, and lower back/lower stomach.

D=dirty secret

He’s got a foot fetish, footjobs, sucking on your toes. He’s also very Sadistic.

E=experience

He’s experienced, but he needs to learn more.

F=favorite position

Doggy, missionary, against the wall. He doesn’t care, as long as he has full control.

G=goofy

He’s not goofy at all, he’s completely serious when it comes to sex.

H=hair

Not completely shaved, just well groomed.

I=intimacy

He doesn’t need it, but he does like some type of connection. He won’t necessarily go for a stranger.

J=jerk off

Does it often, he’s a horny boy. He needs to get off, especially when he’s stressed out. So comebacks are when he’s the most active with it.

K=kinks

Bondage, exhibition, voice.

L=location

Bedroom, public bathrooms, in the car. He doesn’t care.

M=motivation

He doesn’t need much motivation, eye contact, sweet perfume scents, touch him anywhere.

N=no

He doesn’t do threesomes, he doesn’t like to share his partner at all. He also will not bottom.

O=oral

He prefers receiving than giving, but when he gives it. He’s fairly good at it, still needs some guidance though. It’s better off for him to just finger you.

P=pace

Deep and rough, he will make you feel every inch.

Q=quickies

He loves them, he get too horny too quick. It’s a promise to what’ll happen later that night.

R=risk

He would, he loves the adrenaline rush it gives him.

S=stamina

He has good stamina, he can go two hours minimum, each round is in between 20-30 minutes.

T=toys

He’s completely against them, he’s too jealous for them. He wants to be the only one to give you pleasure.

U=unfair

He likes to tease, he loves hearing you beg for it.

V=volume

He can get loud, grunts a lot.

W= wild card

He likes pure ones, he wants to ruin you completely. So, not necessarily a virgin but if you were he’d like you even more.

X=X-ray

Lengthy, 7-8.5 inches and lean with a curve.

Y=yearning

He has a high libido, so it’s easy for him to get horny. Just looking at someone attractive is enough to get him going.

Z=zzz

He likes to stay in bed, talk or watch a movie. He does sleep but only for a short period of time.

[appleblueberry-pie]

MORE YANDRE MILES PLSS I LOVE THEM

im just gonna put whatever comes to mind. trying to be as unhinged as you guys let me be. tell me if you want worse/weirder. fem reader.

Miles stopped caring about how fucked up he became when it comes to you. It doesn't matter when you're his only form of bliss he can find anymore. he kills every night. he can't sleep. he drains his mind and body every day. he has school grades to worry about and how he's gonna get the next 5 thousand from that one gang he made an agreement with two weeks ago. and, yet with the drugs he sees being slipped into people's hands on the way to school, and the syringes he feels cracking under his clean J's, the only thing that's pure enough to cleanse his mind, body, and soul is you. everyone wears the same shit to school every day, but you make it fit your personality and looks perfectly.

cut to the chase, he can't help but imagine being skin to skin with you every night. he wants you to rake your fingers into his scalp. fuck the fresh braids, he needs your nails on his skin. scratch his back, scalp, arms, anything. he wants marks of you on him any way possible. too young for certain activities, but when it comes to you, he'll fucking murder anyone. drug anyone, kill anyone for you. he hates when you pass him and he catches a whiff of your perfume, or even better, your natural musk. because he'll just stay in his head for the next few days. you're his high. he needs you.

he wants you to talk into his ears all damn day and never stop. he wants to hear you whisper, talk, laugh, cry, yell. everything. he never sees you crack a single smile in the science class you guys take together. But when he sees you howling your fucking ass off with your close friends, pushing, grabbing your friends, giggling, squealing with them, it just sets his whole body on fire. he's so fucking jealous of them, he just breaks anything in his vicinity at the thought of not having what you're giving them. he then began to wonder how he could have you for himself. he just wants you to give him all of you, and he'd obviously give you himself. why can't he have that?

when you pair up with him for a project in that science class you both share, he never thanked god so so so much in 15 seconds like he did when you began walking over to where he sat.

it gave him an excuse to stare at you and drink in every square inch of your body like he'd see an angel once and never see it again until he died. he greedily drinks in your scent while you speak. being able to see, hear, smell, and feel you if he tries hard enough, is almost overstimulating for him. he's great at hiding his emotions, but on the inside he wonders if this is what it feels like to take heroine. when you ask him a question about possible presentation ideas, he almost asks you to sit on his lap so he can hear you better.

Miles has been having maladaptive daydreams about you for the past year or so. so it was very difficult in that moment for him to separate his dreams from reality when he finally got a chance to communicate with you. before you left the class to get to your next period, you had already typed your number in his phone. he had already formed in his mind a way to locate your exact living apartment number. that way he can sneak in when you aren't there. miles needs you in his arms as soon as possible.

[blueberrymocha]

killua alphabet

A: how affectionate are they?

✰ he's not affectionate. he's not very used to it obviously, growing up how he did. it'd probably fluster him a lot too, so it'd take a lot of time before he showed you much affection.

B: would they break up with their partner?

✰ i don't think so. he's pretty commutative with you so if you were having troubles, he'd prefer to talk it out over ending things.

✰ if he were to though, he's the type not to tell you in person, leaving a note or message.

C: what is cuddling like with them?

✰ he's not picky, sometimes he could be sprawled across you while other times you'll be spooning him. if you asked him, he wouldn't turn it down but he himself rarely initiates, so you'd probably only cuddle at night or if you weren't feeling well.

D: what do your dates look like?

✰ mostly doing activities together. he'd prefer you're not just sitting around since you already have plenty time to do that. some of his favorites would be skateboarding, training/sparring, arcade, and surfing.

E: do they have a lot of energy?

✰ definitely not. he's super laidback and chill, but he'd love a partner who balanced him out by being wild and energized.

F: who made the first move?

✰ you did. it definitely seemed like a one sided crush for you, so you never intended to tell him. but once while you were having an fight, it slipped out and he was like :0 "you too?"

G: what kind of gifts do they give you?

✰ he'd be so greedy when it came to anyone else, but with you he always shares. so instead of buying you a ton of gifts, he gives you bites of his food or lets you borrow his clothing.

✰ when he does buy a gift though, it's not cheap at all. he has a good balance of thoughtful and expensive, so it'll probably be something you like to use often, such as perfume in your favorite scent.

H: would they have any habits?

✰ staying up late/pulling all-nighters. he just doesn't sleep for some reason. you can pull him into bed, but a good quarter of the time he'll just stay awake.

I: how often do they say "i love you"?

✰ he's a little too embarrassed to say it to your face, so he'll tell you when you're sleeping or on call. so while technically quite often, the only time you'd hear it is on special occasions like your birthday.

J: what's it like when they're jealous?

✰ he's super cold and rude to the person he's jealous of. he might also get snappy with you. if it goes on for too long he'll find some excuse and end the exchange himself.

✰ he'd definitely be in a bad mood the rest of the day unless you pulled him to the side and talked about it. once you reassure him that you don't care for the other person, his whole demeanor changes and he completely denies ever being jealous.

K: how do they feel about kids?

✰ he's too young to have given it much thought. not to mention while growing up, he'd never expected to love someone enough to start a family anyway.

✰ if you did decide to have children, he wants a daughter so bad. he literally radiates girl dad energy.

L: how loyal are they?

✰ fully committed to you. there's just no chance this boy would ever leave you, especially not for someone else.

M: what are mornings like with them?

✰ he's very soft in the morning, much lower energy than during the day. you'd probably wake up to him with an arm around you while he talks about any plans today. once you're fully awake, he'd be back to his usual self, asking what you want to do for breakfast.

N: what nicknames do they call you?

✰ nothing romantic. he'd use an inside joke and never let you live it down. he's too much of a tsundere to actually be nice 💀

O: how observant are they?

✰ he's pretty observant, but he also has a habit of reading into things too much or doubting himself. if he noticed something going on with you, like you're in a bad mood and keep complaining about cramps, he'd assume it's your period but would shy away from confirming it incase he jumped to conclusions.

P: how do they feel about pda?

✰ not for him. even if you like it, he still wouldn't want to. he just doesn't want to be that couple who's all over eachother in public.

Q: how quick do they fall in love?

✰ it takes a while. people don't grow on him fast to begin with, and you're his first love so it's also an unfamiliar feeling. once he does realize his love, he'd probably deny or ignore it.

R: how romantic would they be?

✰ not at all in your day to day life. on anniversaries and birthdays though, he'd plan things out and be much more confident.

✰ i see him as a rose petals leading you to the box of gourmet chocolates with a pretty card and teddy bear before taking you to your favorite restaurant on valentine's day type of guy.

✰ but again he's only like that when he has time to prepare. otherwise, he’s so unromantic it’s as if you’re just friends…

S: what would they smell like?

✰ he doesn't have a strong scent. you probably wouldn't smell anything unless he'd just put on cologne or whatever. speaking of, i see him enjoying sweet scents, he's big on vanilla.

T: how do they show they trust you?

✰ when he lets you show him physical affection. he wouldn't lay in the lap of anyone else, so if he's reciprocative to your touch, he trusts you a lot.

U: how understanding are they?

✰ he can be unintentionally apathetic and too honest sometimes, but if you need grace he'll always hear you out. and while he might not understand, he's there for you the best he can be.

V: how vulnerable are they with you?

✰ he's never vulnerable unless he has a nightmare. he mostly wants to move on from the past, so he wouldn't talk about what happened during his childhood a lot.

✰ when he does talk, he really doesn't know how to say things, so it's more of a rambling. he'd be so thankful if you'd just wrap your arms around him while he finds the right words.

W: whole, do they feel incomplete without you?

✰ for sure. the two of you are joined at the hip, he’ll want to do everything with you. if you ever have to be apart, he’ll still try and keep contact. in cases where it’s not possible, he’d be very irritable the whole time.

✰ he gets used to your presence surprisingly easily, so its like he’s missing something whenever you’re gone.

X: whats an xtra headcanon?

✰ his hair is super fluffy. i feel like mito might've said something like that in 1999, so if she did i totally agree.

Y: how many years would they wait to propose?

✰ he'd ideally wait until your mid twenties. he doesn't see a rush to get married and wants the two of you to enjoy the dating stage. if you happen to be adamant about marrying young, he’ll propose a lot quicker, after all, your happiness comes first.

Z:  zzz, who falls asleep first?

✰ you, no question.

[sherewrytes]

ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕡, 𝕆𝕟𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕟

(I'll always want you part Final)

Link for part three here

dividers by @Cafekitsune

Song inspo: Power Trip - J Cole

C.W: angst, drug use, smut. MORE ANGST.

Ony hadn't seen you since the party. Well, he saw you on campus, at mutual friends' parties, but y'all kept your distance from each other. It's been 18 months since you two broke up and almost a year since Armin's party. Ony had been back in the studio more than ever, working on his upcoming album. Between uni, social media, and studio time, he thought he'd be able to keep his mind off you. But he couldn't. His thoughts always wandered back to you. He'd stalk your socials every now and then and saw that you finally launched your brand, Xerar.

Ony was in the studio, working on a song called "Power Trip" with his producer/rapper best friend Eren for the final track on his album. He was smoking a blunt with Eren, Connie, Armin, and Jean when they started talking about your upcoming fashion show.

Eren: Aye Jean, you going to Xerar's launch man. Jean: Who's throwing that again. I don't keep up much with fashion Armin: You idiot, it's y/n's launch and her fashion show Connie: *Passes blunt to Eren* Man I aint missing that, she's been working on that shit forever. Plus, I gots be there since imma model and shit

Eren passes the blunt to Ony then watches his expression. Ony's eyes widened listening to his friend's conversation. He slowly realized everyone was invited but him. Everyone noticed his silence and quickly switched the topic.

Ony's mind momentarily had a flashback He remembered the nights working with you on your sketches, you bouncing ideas off him. Him helping you pick fabric swatches and the works. Ony felt sick to his stomach.

He moved away from his friends, put on his headphones, and started writing trying to clear his mind and probably work on another single.

Connie watched Ony over in the corner chilling with his headphones in smoking and writing. His aura a bit broken.

Connie playfully shoved Eren and said, "Man, you know he still holds a torch for her. Why you gotta mention it?"

Eren scoffed and said, "It's time he let go, man."

Ony left the studio when no one was looking and headed home. He found himself smoking a cigarette in bed, staring at the ceiling, mind running on times that no longer existed. He sighed, rubbing his hands against his face, he contemplated calling over someone to fuck the thoughts away, but he knew it usually left him feeling worse. He stubbed out his cigarette in the bedside ashtray stared into space hoping the pain would eat him alive.

Ony was smoking on the balcony of his apartment, looking out at the night sky when his phone rang. He answered without checking it. He heard your voice, "Hey Ony, what's up?"

Ony was shocked that you called but played it cool. "Hey, I'm good. Just on my balcony hittin' a blunt. What made you call me?" You heard Ony inhale through the phone. "Just curious to see how you're doing, Soro."

You calling Ony by his artist's name made him laugh a bit. You asked Ony to come over. You heard him hesitate, then he said OKAY and that the passcode for his apartment door was the same. You laughed and hung up.

Ony confused and in a fit of paranoia called Eren. "Hey man..fuck y/n called me now she's coming over. Idk what to do man."

Eren laughed then told Ony "Bro, calm down, probably take another hit of that blunt you're smokin right now and relax. Some of us sleep in the night man." Ony laughed and ended the call with Eren.

Thirty minutes later, Ony felt your presence before he saw you. You looked the same but different. You were wearing his old navy blue College Dropout hoodie from Kanye West that you stole from him and grey sweat shorts.

Ony watched you sit next to him, sparking up a blunt of your own. You both sat in silence until Ony said, "I'm glad to see you, Y/N." Ony smelled the faint scent of your usual perfume mixed with your favorite bedtime body mist and it had him tweaking a bit.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment when he could really patch things up once and for all. He needed to be as honest as he could to make up for his mistakes. Ony was thinking to himself,

Why do I feel so nervous? I don't care. I have to speak my heart out.

His voice came out a little broken but heavy. "Y/N, I..." Ony's words failed him. It was so hard for him to speak when all he could see was your beautiful face.

"Hi Ony," you said. Hearing your voice in person sent him crazy. He tried to calm his mental. Ony wasn't sure what to say, so he just stared at you while you were smoking your blunt.

You felt him staring you up and down. He watched the moonlight hit your face, and it made him want you. Ony tried to speak again, but nothing came out. He thought to himself again,

Why is it so hard to say 'I love you' to her right now? This is frustrating. I need to say it. I've prepared myself for this. This is my second chance to fix everything. This is my one and only chance to make her happy again. It's time to stop hesitating and open my heart.

Ony watched you stub out your blunt and turn to face him. "Ony, what do you have to say to me?" Ony sighed and poured his heart out.

"Y/N, I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. I cheated, and I can't take that back. But I've been thinkin' 'bout you every damn day. I still love you, and I can't shake that. It's been almost two years, and I should've moved on, but I can't. Every waking moment, every dream is about you. I'm sorry for everything, for causing you so much pain. I just want a chance to make things right."

You sat there in silence, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Ony murmured, "Do you hate me, Y/N? Like, for real, do you?"

Ony was met with silence again. Ony sighed and started up again,

"I still love you, Y/N. I know it's been almost two years. I should move on, be more focused, but every waking moment, every dream is about you. I hate that I cheated and fucked up, Ma."

Ony watched you fix your hair and saw the Versace bracelet he got you still on your wrist. He thought to himself, "Why didn't she return that with all the other stuff?"

He wanted to ask about it but ignored it. He watched you rise from your seat, walk over to the balcony, and stare at the night sky.

Ony opted to change the music playing in the background. He switched it from "Dr. Suess" by Ski Mask to "Power Trip" by J. Cole ft. Miguel.

Ony sat there staring at you and continued smoking until he heard you say, "What do you really want, Ony?"

Ony thought his ears were playing tricks on him, then he responded,

"Are you askin' me what I want right now, Ma?" "Yeah, right now."

He took another hit, then said, "Honestly, I wanna hug you right now. I wanna hold you tight and feel your warmth as I tell you that I love you."

Silence again. Ony watched you fish a blunt out of your lil purse you came with while coming to sit next to him and said, "How about you smoke this with me?"

Ony pulled out his lighter and lit the blunt hanging from your lips in silence, his eyes locked with yours, he was the first to look away. He was lost in thought.

"She so damn beautiful takin' a drag. Missed this. Her lips, damn, so beautiful. First time in forever, I'm seein' it. Thinkin' 'bout kissin' her, scared 'cause we been apart so long. Don't wanna mess this moment."

Ony took the blunt from you and took a drag still deep in thought. *thinking to himself*

"View's beautiful now. Moonlight, city quiet. Us two, world feelin' small. Beautiful moment. Don't want it to end. Enjoyin' it, appreciatin' her bein' here, missed it so much."

With a smile on his face, Ony said, "You the most beautiful woman in this world. I swear you're perfect."

You turn to Ony and said, "Ony, it’s not just about the apology or just buttering me up with sweet words. It’s about trust. You broke it, and I don’t know if we can ever get it back."

He nodded, taking in your words. "I get it. Can't stop thinkin' 'bout us, what we had. What could've been. Tryna move on, stuck in the past."

You took a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. "Ony, I’ve tried to move on too. I’ve been focusing on my brand, on myself. But seeing you, hearing you say all this, it brings everything back. I don’t know if I can go through that pain again."

He leaned closer, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, I know I don’t deserve another chance. But I’m asking for one. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I still love you, and I don’t want to spend my life wondering what could have been."

You looked away, the night sky providing a momentary distraction from the intensity of the conversation. "Ony, it’s not that simple. We can’t just go back to how things were. We’ve both changed."

He reached out, gently turning your face back to him. "I know we can’t go back. But maybe we can start over. Build something new, something stronger. Please, Y/N, give us a chance."

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. "Ony, I don’t know if I can. But I’m willing to try. One step at a time."

A small smile formed on Ony's lips as he nodded, hope flickering in his eyes. "That’s all I’m asking for. One step at a time."

You both sat there, the silence now filled with a sense of cautious hope. Ony leaned over to kiss you but you exhale smoke directly in to his face. Ony smirked then let out a chuckle. Ony whispered while taking a hit from the blunt in your hands "You know how that gets me ma."

Ony leans in again and kisses you this time exhaling the smoke directly into your mouth as you inhale and kiss him back. Ony watched as your eyes got low and red just like his while they were you were smiling at him made it obvious to him you were blushing heavily.

"I miss that look in your eyes a lot." blunt now forgotten, you and ony were making out heavily. Ony pulled you onto his lap. his hands roamed your body causing you to grind against his clothed body. Ony felt like he was losing his mind having you back with him like this felt like magic. Like a fever dream

As the night wore on, you and Ony talkin', reminiscin', fuckin,ownin' up to mistakes. No fix-all, but a start. Tiny step towards healin', maybe somethin' more down the line.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The shrill sound of Ony's phone alarm shattered the moment, dragging him out of his dreamy haze.

Ony shot up on the bed wiping his face, feelin' hot and sweaty. Thinking out loud he said "It was so real. Like I was really with her... but that ain't possible. It was just a dream."

He gotta admit he miss her so bad. He loves everything about her. Her deep brown eyes, her dark hair, her beautiful face, her gentle and soft smile. He misses the little things about her, even her annoying habits and the small gestures she does without thinkin'.

He wishes it wasn't just a dream. He wishes it was real...

Ony felt like he wanted to scream. He turned off his phone alarm and saw texts from Eren

Ony felt a scream building in his chest. He turned off his phone alarm and glanced at Eren's texts, irritation bubbling up. Connie had exposed his vulnerability without truly grasping it. Plugging his phone to charge, Ony considered rolling another blunt. He had class today but couldn't bear the thought of facing anyone. Deep down, he knew his self-destructive behavior was spiraling out of control, but he felt powerless to change it.

He roamed around his apartment, trying to clear his mind, then suddenly

BANG BANG BANG

He heard a banging on his apartment door. He kissed his teeth and went to open it and saw. Connie, Armin, Connie, Mikasa and Sasha at his door. He almost slammed the door back in the faces, but Eren pushed the door open letting everyone in. Eren walked straight for where Ony usually kept his stash and dumped out his weed and Eren saw the pills and his eyes teared up almost immediately.

Eren grabbed Ony by the shoulders, attempting to shake some sense into Ony but nothing registered for Ony.

HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON BRO, ONY, ARE YOU HEARING, ARE YOU HIGH ON SUM ONYANKOPON! BRO!

Eren raised his voice trying to talk to Ony but he just stayed silent. Mikasa looked through the pills. There was molly, percs and even some Xanax.

Connie chimed in asking Ony "Floch sold you these pills man like for real. He is the only dude on campus that got this shit."

Ony looked around the room at his friends and all he could think of was you. You'd hate to see him right now. This wasn't the Ony you fell in love with. The one who held your hand, stayed up when you cried about your finals. He was a far cry from that person.

Ony's world was shaken when he saw his older brother and sister walk in his apartment door. He knew what this was. An Intervention. All he prayed that his parents weren't here to see this.

His sister looked at him with sad eyes while his brother was furious.

All his sister said is "Mom and Dad knows, they were gonna disown you but Kwesi (Ony's older brother) explained everything to them. You gotta get help man. You're killing yourself. Are you sure this is all about y/n"

Ony stayed silent for a long moment then said "After finals. I'll get help. Let me just finish finals. That's all. This aint on y/n it's on me. I dont wanna hear anyone blaming her for shit."

Ony walked off, absentmindedly reaching for the cigarettes on the console table when it was pulled out his hand by Sasha.

Ony scoffed leaving everyone in the living room area, to sit out on the balcony alone. He needed a moment to just think.

He grabbed his iPad sitting on the table and mindlessly scrolled through IG when he saw a picture of you cuddled up with Lead Singer of the band ErrxR Reiner Braun. He dropped his iPad, watching the screen crack on the ground.

The little hope he had in his heart, that you and he could be once again is long gone. You moved on leaving him truly alone in the chaos of his own doing.

The End

[celestial-letters]

and the crowd went mild 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 also no chara dividers im lazy rn

these r so short id add more but im rushing rn sorry lmfao 😭😭😭

intended lowercase!

misc. obm hcs

LUCIFER

wakes up at the ass crack of dawn every single morning.

wears those old man pjs. with the long hat and fuzzy slippers and gown. you know the one.

most bitter coffee you've ever had in your life how he can drink it is astonishing.

his bed, his mattress, his pillows are all as hard as rock how does this man SLEEP.

sleeps like hes the corpse at the funeral hes that one image

MAMMON

will pull you into a headlock and call it a hug.

LEVIATHAN

guy who had mountain dew and cheeto dust in his veins instead of blood. guy who marinates in his room for two months straight. guy who- (i am immediately shot dead).

did a collab with the anti-lucifer league to create a 100k words dialuci fic to piss off lucifer (dont worry about him he got paid in anime and tsl merch).

TRULY believes he is the #1 tsl fan. and also #1 ruri fan.

wimp who VOLUNTARILY makes you cosplays if you are a cosplayer or even if you aren't. it will happen.

vtuber fan. he was like "hey i wanna be a streamer but i dont wanna show my face but i also want to be an anime boy! wait-" and now hes a vtuber.

has accidentally referred to all of his brothers as "chat" at least once. hes never recovering from that btw.

SATAN

cannot stop annotating books he reads for the life of him.

all of his books are just filled to the brim with sticky notes because all he does is annotate.

once he has a crush he will start imagining him and them in the same scenarios as the characters in romance novels he read. (loser alert!!)

sneaking a new cat into hol like once a week (he never succeeds btw).

ASMODEUS

oh boy his room REEKS of perfume and body spray.

"i sprayed my new perfume in every nook and cranny! smells so floral and elegant, don't you think?" (it smells like a bath and body works threw up.)

surprisingly plays the trumpet and BOY is he loud. bro is absolutely blasting those notes.

worst driver ever btw.

BEELZEBUB

freckles all over!! like a lot. *im not beating the insane allegations*

ate like 27 family size dorito bags, 30 dollars worth of taco bell, and four sprites in one sitting and he still hasnt recovered.

sleeps. like a lot. not as much as belphie but enough to be considered an eepy guy.

BELPHEGOR

will randomly grab every blanket and pillow he can get his hands on and make a nest in the common room if he's up to it. and then have everyone make a dog pile in it just so they can hang out and be silly.

will NOT clean it up afterwards. lucifer will tell him to and his only response will be "im tired..."

freckles like beel too i think theyre silly.

9829364 cow plushies. (theyre all from lucifer)

SOLOMON

will randomly gaslight people for no reason

"hey did you do the homework"

homework? what homework? there was homework? my, what even is homework? never heard of that.

"hey, i heard of this animal from the human world called a giraffe! can i see a picture?"

what? what's a giraffe? oh, those!! yeah, they're just myths. they're not real. purely fiction!!

yk that one post about tumblr funnyman solomon. he is a tumblr funnyman to me. he confidently posts his exploded spaghetti and gets 10k notes i think.

SIMEON

has a book club with satan and solomon. :)

probably writes oneshots of the brothers on tumblr idfk man (sorry to the simeon fans i write like nothing on this guy bro).

LUKE

bodily six ("but didnt the devs say hes ten?" shut up. /j)

along with that, also shorter than in canon. (since hes. yk. a first grader. that BOY is not five foot hes one sauce packet long dude.)

favorite store in the human world is walmart. i like to think his human world outfit is all exclusively from walmart bc thats funny i think.

DIAVOLO

hands of STEEL. he tries to grab your wrist and he nearly crushes it by accident.

ice cream!! he loves it :) his favorite is strawberry btw.

also this boy is NOT a himbo hes a smart man.

needs like a hug and some sleep and also a friend this boy works too much!!

BARBATOS

short. like really short. especially according to devildom standards since most demons are super tall.

"but isn't he six feet?" not in my heart.

somehow always making tea for some reason?? if he's not making tea then he's making pastries.

my boy does not SLEEP. hasn't slept since the sun has been birthed and doesn't plan on ever doing it.

[deltaromeo3]

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎..? #2 ⋆ Charles Leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: in which the reader does not recognise the famous Monegasque Formula 1 driver; the very same one that was about to change her perspective on the sport and also her life.

— you can read part 1 & 3 here! : #1 #3

A/N: thank you for all the love on part 1! here’s a part 2!! tbh I got carried away… let me know if i should do a part 3? 🤭

— Warning(s): poorly translated french.

"Will there be a next time?"

You were sitting on the balcony, enjoying the Monaco sun with a book in hand and a cup of ice cold sparkling water on the table.

“Ding!” Your phone rings but you ignored it.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Your phone goes off like crazy.

You huffed and place your book down, wondering who the hell would be spamming you at this time of day. It was literally 9 in the morning.

charles_leclerc started following you.

charles_leclerc liked your story.

charles_leclerc liked your post.

charles_leclerc liked your post.

Your eyes widened. You blinked a few times to make sure this was real. Why.. and how the hell did he find your Instagram account?

“Em!” You called out. No response.

“Emma! EMMA!”

“WHAT!” She finally responds and you see her head peek through her room door.

You walked over to her and said nothing, instead just showing her the notification. Her mouth went agape and you could see her jaw almost physically touch the floor.

“Wh-what are you waiting for? Follow him back!”

“What?! Why? I don’t even like F1!”

“Doesn’t matter! He’s hot. J-just do it!”

“Okay okay!”

You decided to follow him back and quickly exit the app, locking your phone.

Your phone dings once again.

charles_leclerc sent you a message.

Shit shit shit!

You gasped.

“Emma. He. Sent. Me. A. DM!”

Emma gasps in response. She quickly rushes over to your side. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Oh. My. God.”

Silence falls between the two of you as you both stood frozen in the living room trying to process the fact that the Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc just sent you a DM.

“Well reply him then! Good god.”

“Last time I was this nervous was when I kissed Andre.”

Emma whips her head towards you, “Wh- you kissed Andre?! When?! How come I don’t know about that?” She shakes her head, “Eh! That’s not the point. Ch-Charles! Reply him!”

You quickly type out a response.

You bite your fingernails out of nervousness waiting for his reply.

“Ding!” Goes your phone.

He sure is a fast replier.

You continued texting him. Long story short, he’s asking you out for brunch. You told Emma about your plans and she jumps with joy, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Ooh someone’s going on a date with Lord Percevallll,” She teases.

“It’s not a date Emma!”

“Mmhmm. Sure.” She smirks at you as she walks away.

You rolled your eyes in response.

You looked at the time, luckily you still had a few hours to prepare before meeting him. And like you always do, you went to the balcony to continue reading your book.

You tried your best to read, but you just couldn’t. You were nervous to say the least, about meeting a very famous Formula 1 driver. God, everyone here adores him. He is everyone’s favourite. Even the goddamn Prince loves him…

You decided to take and a nap, hoping it would help you to relax and not think about it too much. So, you did just that.

Your sleep got disturbed to the sound of Emma calling and shaking you vigorously.

“Wake up! Y/N! WAKE UP!”

“What!”

“Did you forget about brunch? Hurry up and get your ass ready!” She says as she tosses you your towel. You looked at your phone. 1:10pm.

“Merde! I’m late!” You quickly got off your bed and headed straight for the shower.

You got dressed in a simple tank top with high waisted jeans, sprayed on some perfume and accessorised with a necklace and a few rings. You put on your shoes and quickly left the house.

“Have fun! And don’t forget to use protection!” Emma shouts as she closes the door behind her.

You quietly laughed to yourself. It’s just brunch, nothing else.

As soon as you exit your building, you were greeted by a familiar figure. He was standing next to his car, leaning on it. The both of you exchanged smiles as soon as you made eye contact with one another.

Charles was wearing a black tee with light wash jeans.

“So sorry I’m late! I took a nap and ended up oversleeping I-“

He cuts you off. “Mon amour, it’s okay. You’re here now. More than happy to see you.”

Does he call every girl he meets mon amour?

You blush at the nickname. Why were you blushing? God help me please.

You sighed in relief, “Thank you for waiting.”

He smiles softly, “Brunch?”

“Brunch.” You smiled back at him.

He brought you to L’Intempo, which was situated in a hotel by the sea. Of course, he requested for the outdoor seating.

Whilst waiting for your food to be ready, you chit chatted with him. He told you all about his life, how he got into F1 and his career.

“I’ve talked so much about myself. Now you!”

“I just recently moved to Monaco. It’s always been the country of my dreams so I decided to study here! I’m studying Neurosciences in Paris, so it’s nearby!”

“Neuroscience? Like… you study brains?”

You chuckled, “Kinda.. but not really. Ah well, you get the idea. Brains.”

He laughs, “Brains.” The both of you laugh. “Why didn’t you just stay in Paris? Everyone wants to go to Paris.”

“Monaco is smaller. And everyone here is crazy rich so who knows, I might end up marrying a rich man. Won’t have to work so hard, y’know.” You joked.

He laughs again, “Really? Who told you that? Google?”

You nodded and he laughs again, “Yeah, who knows. You may be right.” He smiles.

Your food finally came. You took a pic before eating.

@yourusername posted on their story.

Charles offered you to taste some of his food and even fed you some, and you did the same.

The air was filled with your chatter and laughter and soon enough everything was just background noise.

It felt like you’ve been friends with Charles for so long; conversations flowed easily and there was no awkwardness between the two of you.

After brunch however, he decided to drive you around Monaco since you’ve never properly seen the city. He even drove on the F1 track; the chicanes and road markings were still fairly visible.

You sat quietly in the car, admiring the views of the city. It was one thing to explore Monaco with Emma, but with Charles? It was different; he grew up here so he knew spots tourists didn’t know.

Last but not least, he brought you to the Prince of Monaco’s automobile collection. You wondered why he was so eager to show you a collection that wasn’t his but as soon as you entered the building you understood why. There were many cars, but one car stood out in particular.

You shot him a look. “Ah so this is why you were so excited to bring me here?”

He smiles, “Yes! Look, it’s my car.” He gleams with excitement. “I had my first victory and pole position with this!” He explains. Although you had zero interest in Formula 1, hearing his excitement when he was explaining to you about his car was heartwarming. And so, you listened despite not knowing anything about F1.

You smiled as he was explaining, it was cute. You’ve never seen someone so proud of their achievements.

“That’s so cool! So you gave it to the Prince?”

He nods. “I know it’s in good hands so I’m okay with that.”

It was around 630ish when the “date” (can you call it that?) was over. He drops you off in front of your apartment building. When you wanted to exit the car, you realised Charles was rushing over to your side to open the door for you.

“When you’re with me you don’t open doors! I’ll do it.”He says and you laugh at his antics.

He even walked you to your door.

“I’m kinda sad this is over.” He says.

“Well… me too. I had fun.” You smiled.

He smiles back, “Moi aussi. me too. He pauses. “Y aura-t-il une prochaine fois? Will there be a next time?” He asks.

“Why? Voulez vous qu’il y ait une prochaine fois? Do you want there to be a next time? ”

“Oui. Yes." He shyly admits.

“D’accord. Okay. I’ll see you next time then, Lord Perceval.” You teased him with the nickname. “Text me when you’re homed?”

He chuckles. “D’accord.” He walks off and you take out your keys to unlock the front door, but suddenly you were stopped halfway.

“Here,” He passes you his phone, it was opened to his number pad. “I almost forgot.”

You laughed and keyed in your number. “Ok, I’ll go now.” He waves goodbye and leaves.

You entered your apartment to be greeted by Emma cooking dinner.

“Wow finally. Thought you’d never come home! So, how’s the date?”

“It’s not a date!” You exclaimed.

Emma laughs at your reaction, “Okay, how’s brunch that went on for 5 hours?” She corrects herself.

“Good, we-“ You were interrupted by your phone ringing. It was an unknown number. You answered it, only to be greeted by a familiar voice.

“Hello, it’s Charles. I’m on my way home.”

You chuckled, “Hello, Charles. Are you driving and calling me at the same time?”

“Ye- No! I’m… not.” He lies. “Okay, I am. I just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”

You blushed, “Charles… it’s dangerous! Just call me when you’re home okay?”

You hear him giggle, “Okay mon amour. I’ll call you in 10.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” The line ends.

“I’ll be waiting for youuu,” Emma mocks you, and you cringed, covering your face, asking her to stop. She just replies with laughter. “Glad you had fun with Mr F1 driver. Your wag era is coming soon I can smell it!” She jokes.

“Oh god,” You laughed, walking away to the bathroom to take a shower.

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch.34

Sukuna x Reader

Notes:

This story is set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe/slight AU where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel, separate from Itadori Yuji's body, and is accomplices with the Jogo, Geto/Kenjaku, Mahito gang.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 34– Inferno

You fiddled with the whistle in the pocket of your uniform, the cold metal gliding over the anxious sweat of your palms. Your feet hit the floor with restless taps, matching the frenzied pace of your mind as one worried thought spiraled into another. Gojo’s voice barely filtered through, which was quite a feat considering the animated way he delivered his lecture. The usual symphony of Yuji’s warm laughter and Nobara’s sharp quips had faded to white noise.

Only Megumi seemed to share in your mental absence, his dark eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the window while his foot maintained a slower but equally restless rhythm. Yet you doubted his worries were as nauseating as yours, as bitter with the poison of forthcoming betrayal.

You glanced at the clock. Less than two hours until…

Your insides coiled with the same uneasy dread that had sent you running yesterday.

After that kiss, you’d raced home, breathless and frantic, your shirt sticking to your back, hands clutching at your hair in panic. Why, oh why, did you have to go and do that?

Flustered beyond coherent thought, you’d resorted to humanity’s most primitive—and perhaps most childish—defense against an inevitably mortifying rendezvous: pretending to be asleep.

On the couch, you leveled your breath to slow and even waves, closed your eyes, and held your face perfectly still in artificial peace. You maintained this vigil through the eternal hour it took for Sukuna to return.

When the lock finally clicked, you tracked his footsteps through the apartment with quiet focus, ears perked to catch each shuffle of his sandals across the oak floor.

Halfway to his room, he stopped dead in his tracks.

A heavy sigh drifted down to where you laid, and for an agonizing minute, you wondered if he could see the thumping of your heart.

You wondered what look he was regarding you with. Was it disgust, detachment, anger… endearment?

The soft squeak of his bedroom door finally broke the tension, and with him back in the apartment, the familiar pressure of his cursed energy settled into the air. Oddly enough, you found it calmed your frayed nerves rather than set them on edge.

Like a cozy weighted blanket, it soothed you to sleep…

This morning, you’d woken to an empty apartment—no trace of his energy. Sukuna had already left, taking that strange comfort with him and leaving you with a shitload of worries and a whistle in your pocket.

You tilted back on the rear legs of your chair, nearly losing balance but not even flinching because, well, if you fell, it would have been well-deserved.

Sure, you’d managed to negotiate some measure of safety for your friends, but whatever Patchface and Volcano-head were coming to steal would become just another piece in their grand design against Jujutsu society. What you were about to do was still inherently evil, would still inevitably lead to chaos, violence, even death down the line.

You tried to comfort yourself with the thought that even without your complicated feelings for Sukuna, the binding vow would have forced your hand anyway.

So why did that do nothing to ease the writhing guilt in your gut?

A sudden weight on your shoulders snapped you out of your spiral of self-loathing. Nobara’s perfume, vanilla and jasmine—wafted up your nose as she leaned close.

“Class ended five minutes ago, slowpoke. What are you spacing out for? Don’t tell me there’s a guy on your mind—” She punctuated her question with a playful flick to your ear before gently tucking a strand of hair behind it.

She wasn’t entirely wrong.

You shifted to put your notebook away, but as you ducked to reach for your backpack, something snagged your collar. “Hold up—just fixing a fold…” You glanced over your shoulder to find Nobara’s perfectly manicured nails pulling at the fabric until…

Her eyes widened to saucers as she caught a glimpse of your nape.

Well, shit. What was it with people peeping down your neck these days?

“Nooo way! It really is a boy…” She squealed so loudly that all eyes in the room snapped to you. You frantically gestured for her to lower her voice, and thank god, she quickly piped down.

Fine, she’d caught you—but that didn’t mean your cover was blown, right? Any random guy could have left those marks. She had no reason to suspect you were sharing a bed with the King of Curses.

“Relax, your little secret’s safe with me,” she whispered, yanking you up from your chair with surprising strength. “But whoever he is, he’s clearly a beast. And you didn’t even tell me? I’m wounded.” A dramatic pout found her face and she clutched at her chest in offense.

For the briefest moment, her eyes softened as they drifted off. “So that’s why you’ve been acting so weird lately. Huh, figures…”

She said it so quietly, you felt the words were meant only for her—yet you were glad you caught them. There was something awfully relieving about knowing she could stop worrying about you, even if her assumption was worlds away from the truth…

You turned your head when Yuji jogged over, a lunchbox tucked under his arm, with Megumi trailing behind, hands buried deep in his pockets.

The four of you found a sun-warmed bench outside, settling in for lunch as a gentle breeze carried the scent of sweet blossoms across the courtyard. Your mind found a peculiar sort of peace as you bit into your sandwich—not true peace, but something close to it.

Maybe it was the way the sunlight dappled through the courtyard’s leaves, casting gentle shadows that danced across your skin. Or maybe it was the way Nobara’s laughter rang pure and clear again, unburdened by the weight of unspoken concerns, certain that there were no more secrets between you.

If only she knew.

Your gaze wandered to the training grounds, where hard-packed sand stretched out around the rust-colored gravel track. Beyond it, rows of trees formed a forest, casting shadows over patches of moss that mosaiced the ground. High grass and dense bushes offered perfect coverage—the kind one might need to summon a curse away from prying eyes.

Three o’clock. That’s when you’d have to do it.

The only challenge left was finding an excuse to create a moment alone in that forest during the training session.

You’d just have to improvise.

You took another bite of your sandwich and with your next blink, a wall of white suddenly blocked your vision. Confused, you blinked again, but still there—

A wall of white… fur?

Your eyes drifted upward, and—

“Hrkk—” The bite of sandwich caught in your throat as you found yourself staring into the dark eyes of a—

“No way… you’re Panda? The second year’s Panda?” The words tumbled out before you could catch them, manners forgotten in the face of absolute absurdity. But how could anyone blame you?

You’d heard whispers about ‘Panda’ here and there. He’d been mentioned during your training with the second years when he’d been absent, away on a mission. But you’d just assumed it was some kind of nickname, maybe for someone particularly big and cuddly, not an actual walking—

“Huh? What are you gawking at? Of course I’m Panda.” He scratched behind his black-furred ear with his massive paw, a playful smile puffing up his cheeks. “Seen any other panda-shaped students around the school grounds? You’re not the brightest, are you, new kid…”

A walking—and talking panda.

Okay, calm down—you’d seen stranger things these past couple of months.

In the background, your evident shock sent Nobara into a fit of hysterics. She doubled over, clutching her stomach as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. “Oh god—your face—” she wheezed between laughs, until a sharp flick to the side of her head cut her laughter short.

“Ow!” Nobara yelped, rubbing the reddening spot as Maki materialized behind her, adjusting her glasses with a smirk. “Are you sure you should be laughing? As I recall, you screamed like a spooked chipmunk and hid behind Gojo-sensei when you first met Panda.”

A furious blush spread across Nobara’s cheeks. “I did not! That’s—”

Meanwhile, Inumaki had stepped out from behind Panda’s shadow, his collar pulled up over his nose and his purple eyes darting back and forth, silently witnessing the scene from a safe distance.

When your eyes met, he offered a gentle, “Kelp,” lifting his hand in a tentative wave.

You returned his greeting with a small wave of your own and a soft smile, grateful for his simple ‘hello’ in this circus of a meeting.

After a few more minutes of Nobara’s defensive yelps, Maki’s cutting retorts—she was a master at verbal sparring if you’d ever seen one—and Panda’s occasional rumbling laughter that shook the entire bench, Yuji finally seemed to process something from his perch atop the backrest.

His legs dangled loosely as he tilted his head. “Why are you guys here anyway? To watch our training session?”

Maki pushed her glasses up onto her head, the lenses catching the sunlight as she let out a sigh of irritated resignation—like she’d already known this would happen but was certainly still annoyed by it.

“Huh? Of course he didn’t tell you. That deadbeat idiot.” She clicked her tongue. “We’re not here to watch; we’re leading the training session.”

Your ears perked up, stomach dropping at this unexpected change of plans.

As if you weren’t stressed enough already.

“Wait, um,” you interjected, words coming out a bit too cold as you tried to keep the nerves from creeping into your voice. “Why isn’t Gojo leading? I thought—”

Maki cut in, a sharp edge to her smile that made you shrink back slightly. “What’s wrong? Think we second-years can’t handle teaching a few basics? Trust me, I’ve got plenty to show a rookie like you.”

That’s not exactly what you meant but—still desperate for an answer, you glanced at Panda, who caught your silent plea for clarification.

“Most of the teachers were called away on an emergency mission,” he explained, stretching his paws high in the air. “That’s why we’re filling in.”

The teachers got… called away?

Oh no. No, no, no.

The blood drained from your face as the implications of this new reality hit you.

With the first-grade curse you had to release, and if Mahito and Jogo decided to act up, to overstep their bounds… God, you weren’t even sure if Sukuna had kept his word. Maybe they’d orchestrated this whole ‘emergency mission’ themselves—leaving all of you defenseless, at their mercy.

You felt sick.

Yuji gently tugged at your sleeve, his bright eyes dimming with concern. “Hey, you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost… you sure that sandwich isn’t expired?” He eyed the half-eaten lunch in your trembling hands, but you couldn’t reply. Your eyes fixed on the faint outline of the whistle pressing against your thigh, knowing if you met anyone’s gaze right now, the truth would come spilling out like water from a broken dam.

It rose so high up your throat. You could only stare and swallow, swallow, swallow again until it stayed down—

You straightened your features and looked up, only to find everyone staring at you.

“I’m fine, sorry, maybe it is expired… I—”

You fell silent again.

Luckily Megumi noticed your unease and came to your rescue. He pulled his phone from his pocket. “It’s almost two,” he said, all eyes snapping to him instead.

“We should head to the training grounds.”

You thanked him with a tiny bow of your head for his quiet ability to read the room. He might not show it with his stoic exterior, but he was easily one of the most perceptive when it came to others’ feelings.

The tension dissolved as quickly as it had built, everyone falling into animated discussions about sparring pairs while you hung back, trying to steady your breaths.

Everyone except Yuji, who lingered beside you with that gentle smile of his, eyes curved into crescents as he gestured at your sandwich.

“Want me to throw that for you?”

You forced a kind smile in return and nodded.

It wasn’t like you could manage a bite with your nerves clamping your throat shut anyway.

At the training grounds, everyone quickly settled into pairs. And it didn’t take long to realize who they’d decided to pair with you.

Maki tossed the wooden bo staff your way, sending you stumbling into an awkward sidestep as you barely caught it. The confident smirk she wore left no doubt: she’d taken your earlier remark as a slight against her teaching skills, and she was absolutely going to make you pay for it—bad sandwich or not.

You tightened your grip on the weapon until your knuckles went white against the worn wood, but it hardly mattered—because Maki had already blurred into motion. One moment she was standing there, the next—there was a sharp thwack of wood on wood and your weapon went sailing across the training grounds.

“Too slow,” she commented from behind you as you jogged to retrieve your staff.

God she reminded you of that mercenary who nearly took you out—Toji, was it? The same lethal speed, the same complete void of cursed energy that rendered your technique useless. The same taunting smirk playing at her lips as she twirled her staff in lazy circles—a mirror image of him—both so damn confident in their ability to make you eat dirt.

And well, she did.

Again and again, she disarmed you—either the stick or your ass hitting the ground. 

And each time you retrieved your weapon, your eyes were drawn to the big clock mounted on the wall across the field, its hands creeping closer to three despite your prayers to please let time slow. 

You hadn’t even figured out a proper excuse to sneak off to those woods yet. 

“Getting tired already?” Maki’s voice cut through your distraction and you sighed, turning to face her, bracing for another graceless defeat. But as you prepared for your stick to go sailing across the field for the umpteenth time… it hit you that—that might be exactly what you needed. 

You loosened your grip just enough to ensure it would fling—far. Your eyes fixed on a spot near the treeline as you turned your back to it and took a few calculated steps backward, disguising your intent as defensive positioning. 

You pretended to raise your guard and—this time, when Maki charged, you angled the stick ever so slightly, letting her momentum do the work. 

The impact made the wooden weapon spin through the air in a perfect arc, disappearing far into the woods before landing in the undergrowth with a soft rustle. 

“I’ll get it,” you called out, already jogging toward the forest’s edge, forcing a casual stride even though it felt more like a run for the gallows. 

There was no backing out. Bound by the vow, your only option was to put your trust in Sukuna’s word: 

Hell, even your little group of friends could exorcise it if they used their brains… 

“You better be right, asshole,” you whispered under your breath as you pushed past the first row of bushes, each step carrying you deeper into the shadows.

The sounds of training grew muffled, replaced by the nervous chirping—no, screeching—of birds. It was as if they knew, somehow they knew, their calls a desperate plea against the wrongness about to unfold. 

You stopped when the last remaining sounds of sparring finally faded away, leaving you alone with the knowledge of what you were about to do—what you had to do. 

You knew you had to, but the metal felt like heavy lead as you guided the opening of the whistle toward your mouth. Your hand trembled—whether from fear or guilt, you couldn’t tell anymore. 

You clenched your eyes shut, no use in delaying this, and drew in one last breath of innocence before your mouth found the whistle and you blew— 

Birds shot from the trees in a startled exodus, their wings flapping frantically, fanning the dead leaves from the branches. 

Then… silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that comes before a storm. 

Before everything goes to hell. 

You tucked the whistle back into your pocket with trembling fingers, your body moving on its own as the sudden realization struck: you were alone in the woods, and that curse could appear at any moment. 

Quickly you pushed your way back through the leaves and bushes, passing by your bo staff as your imagination conjured phantoms out of the shadows in the corner of your eye, until finally—mercifully—you burst through the last line of bushes, greeted by the warm glow of sunlight. 

“Took you long enough,” Maki hissed, still waiting at the forest’s edge. You dropped your gaze, tracing idle circles in the earth with the staff—you couldn’t look her in the eyes, but since silence would be even more damning— 

“Sorry,” you mumbled—sorry for what was about to happen, sorry for the chaos you were about to unleash. 

“Guess your throw really sent it flying… You’re strong, Maki.” 

You weren’t even sure why you felt the need to mention that, maybe to patch over your earlier comment which she’d mistook, maybe to reassure yourself that this group—your friends—could handle whatever was coming. Your eyes drifted up for a small hesitant peek across the training grounds, taking in the symphonic violence. 

Yuji and Nobara moving like wind and thunder, Megumi’s shikigami locked in a waltz that challenged Panda’s brute force. 

Inumaki stood at the sideline, a quiet sentinel… 

Would it be okay?

The thought had barely formed when the ground began to tremble—not a gentle quiver, but a deep, primordial shudder that tilted the earth. Your careful circle dissolved as loose soil redistributed. 

The sounds of combat came to an abrupt halt as everyone paused, glancing around to make sense of the situation and steadying themselves against the shuddering earth. 

Nobara staggered, gripping Yuji’s arm for balance. “Huh?! An earthquake?” Her yelp of surprise carried over the field and to your side, where Maki stood unnervingly still. 

Her gaze was sharp as a blade. And even though she couldn’t sense cursed energy, her instincts honed by years of combat knew exactly what this was… “No,” she muttered, knuckles whitening around her staff. “It’s not.” Her worried whisper morphed into a command as she swung her staff forward. “Everyone, brace yourselves. It’s a curse.” 

Your throat tightened. She’s right. You knew because—you did this.

Right then, the ground erupted. Jagged fissures spiderwebbed outward, spewing scalding steam that blurred the air into a hellish haze. The heat grazed your arm—searing hot and blistering. 

You choked back a cry of pain. 

What the hell kind of curse was this? It couldn’t be… Jogo, could it? 

“Everyone, watch out!” Megumi’s shout cut through the chaos. His Divine Dogs burst from the shadows, leaping forward to shield Panda and Inumaki beside him. But as they neared the fissures, they recoiled with pained yelps, their fur smoldering where the steam touched. 

“Fuck, it’s hot!” Nobara snapped, frantically fanning her scorched skin. Yuji darted left and right, his sleeves already singed, fists twitching with the instinct to fight whatever was hurting his friends. 

He was desperate to strike something—anything. And as if answering his unspoken call for vengeance, a guttural roar boomed from the depths. 

Then, the scraping of claws tearing free from the ground as the curse emerged from underneath the earth, its body a pulsing mass of oozing abscesses. Each crater-like pore exhaling hot vapor, distorting the air with waves of suffocating heat. 

You should have felt repulsed, yet the relief that it wasn’t any of Sukuna’s accomplices… That small comfort was enough to make your breath come easier. 

Just your breath though—your body was frozen in place. 

Maki, in contrast, wasted no time. She surged forward, staff raised and ready to strike. Yet she stopped just short, staggering back—glasses fogged, skin flushed red. 

“The heat… it’s too much. It’ll burn you to a crisp if you get too close,” she hissed. 

Nobara barked a laugh, “Like hell that’s gonna stop me!” She flicked a nail skyward, hitting it with her hammer in a perfect trajectory—until the projectile hit that wall of scorching air. The steel caught the light as it softened, twisted, then dripped into a molten puddle. 

Megumi gritted his teeth as his hands flew into a sign, shadows forming around him. 

“Nue!” 

The owl-like shikigami erupted from the darkness, its wings crackling with cursed electricity as it climbed higher and higher, gathering power for a devastating dive— 

But right as it pounced, jets of steam shot up like geysers, ruthlessly targeting the bird. Nue’s screech of pain hurt your ears as its feathers crumbled to ash. Megumi’s face contorted, sweat streaming down his temples as he dismissed his wounded familiar before it could suffer further damage. 

You watched Yuji dart forward next, that familiar determined glint in his eyes—but even his raw strength meant nothing against the oppressive heat. He backpedaled with a hiss, forearms red and angry. 

“Enough!” Maki’s voice was stern demanding everyone’s attention. “We need to regroup. Panda, find help—anyone. The rest of you, to me. Now!” 

Panda nodded firmly. “On it! Try not to get barbecued while I’m gone!” He called over his shoulder, already breaking into a sprint that seemed way too fast for something his size. 

As Panda disappeared into the distance, your group huddled together, narrowly avoiding the spider web of cracks that was spread across the earth. 

The curse, despite its high grade, had a dense, lumpy form and trudged forward with agonizing slowness, dragging itself like a snail across the surface—gross, but at least it gave you some time to strategize. 

Nobara stumbled into the circle first, brandishing her remaining nails. “These things are useless—they’re turning to soup before they even get close! That blob is damn strong…” 

Yuji skidded in beside her, hand nursing his burned arm. “No luck on my side either… and for a curse to be poppin’ up outta nowhere like that, it feels off…” 

Ouch. 

Megumi joined last, his Divine Dogs pressing close to his legs with low, worried whines. “We’ll figure out why it’s here later. First, we need a plan. The steam acts as both an offense and defense—so… so direct hits are impossible.” His gaze shifted to where Inumaki stood silently observing, until something sparked in those dark eyes. “Unless…” 

Maki followed his line of sight and caught his drift. 

“Inumaki’s our only ranged option. A freeze command could temporarily halt the steam output. If that gives us even a small window…” She jabbed her staff—its tip now charred black—toward the curse. 

“But it’s grade one. He’ll burn out fast,” Yuji interjected, his eyes drooping with concern.

Inumaki raised two fingers, then a third, before pointing deliberately at his throat. 

“Two, maybe three commands before his throat gives out,” Megumi translated. “Not enough.” 

The curse’s laughter bubbled up from behind. Through the heat haze, its crater-like pores flexed like dozens of mocking mouths—taunting you.

You had caused this, hadn’t you? Which meant you had to fix this—no matter what.

“I… I can extend his limit.” 

Every head snapped toward you. 

“My technique.” You flexed your fingers, still tender from earlier. “I don’t just siphon energy on contact. I can transfer it too. If I can drain some of the curse’s power in that window, then channel it back into Inumaki…” 

Megumi raised an eyebrow, rubbing his chin as he contemplated the plan. “You’ve done this before? Transferred between people?” 

“Once.” 

A lie.

In truth, you’d only ever practiced with your dagger—a lifeless object imbued with cursed energy. But the principle couldn’t be that much different, could it? 

Inumaki studied you with those perceptive violet eyes before tapping his throat and giving a single, decisive nod. 

“Salmon.” 

Maki’s staff struck the ground with finality. “We’ll need perfect timing. Inumaki’s freeze command will give us maybe ten seconds. We hit hard, then get out fast.” She turned to Yuji, who had perked up with renewed focus. “You’re our bait. Draw it into position so we can strike from its blind spots.” 

A grin split his face as he threw up a thumbs-up. “Leave it to me!” 

“First wave,” Megumi laid out, voice steady despite the tension. “Inumaki freezes it. Maki, I’ll pull you a proper weapon from my shadows—we take the left flank. Nobara, right side. Your nails should hold once the steam stops. Yuji—” 

“Keep it real mad at me. Got it!” 

“And you.” Maki’s eyes locked onto yours like lasers. “You have ten seconds to drain everything you can from behind. Inumaki will need every drop.” 

You nodded, jaw set with determination. If this was how you could minimize the damage you’d unleashed… then you’d give it everything you had. 

Megumi reached into the air where he pulled out a gleaming special grade cursed katana from his shadow inventory, passing it to Maki before pulling out a black-steeled Shadow sword for himself. His determined eyes reflected in its dark surface and when he looked back up, you all locked eyes for a heartbeat—no speech needed. 

That was the starting sign. 

Yuji darted forward, zigzagging between the steam vents like a pinball, smoke curling off his uniform as it caught a drift of heat here and there. “Hey ugly, over here!” he taunted.

“Bet you can’t catch me!” The curse’s gurgling roar confirmed its irritation, its bulbous form dragging itself to face him.

The rest of you used that precious moment to creep in as close as possible—to where the heat became almost unbearable. 

Then one bark from Divine Dog Black signaled Inumaki, and— 

“Freeze.” 

Inumaki’s command caused a second of absolute silence—the curse’s bubbling pores frozen mid-exhale, the last remnants of steam rising up. 

When that second passed, you all exploded into action. 

Bridging the remaining distance with a sprint, you outstretched your hands all the way to the tips of your fingers as you sought contact with its putrid skin. 

Your fingers sunk into the flesh—the smell so foul it made you gag—but you quickly pushed those senses aside, putting every ounce of your focus into absorbing as much cursed energy as possible. 

To hell with cursed energy overload—you’d handled worse. 

The taste of a first-grade’s power was much like Sukuna’s—strong, hot and viscous. But you gritted your teeth and drew it in anyway, ignoring the way your head began to swim. 

From the left flank Maki struck first. Her sharp katana carved a clean gash in the curse’s side, followed by Megumi, his Shadow sword cutting deep as both dogs mauled at its legs. Nobara’s nails were functional at last, exploding with chunks of cursed flesh from the right flank. The impact of each hit reverberating through the monster like heavy shockwaves. 

Finally, Yuji threw a punch at its stomach—a Black Flash in fact. 

It lit up the battlefield, and you swore you could hear that familiar ring of reality warping in your ears. 

The first twitches of its grotesque body were a warning signal to retreat, and you were all well outside the range of its steam when the curse broke free with an ear-splitting shriek. 

You sprinted the final feet to Inumaki, who was trying to suppress the muffled coughs into his collar, and without hesitation pressed your palms to his chest. Focusing like you had with the dagger, you carefully channeled the stolen energy into him and— 

Thank god, it worked. 

His eyes widened at the surge of foreign power, and the coughing quickly ceased. 

“Again!” Megumi called out when he noticed the transfer was successful. 

Once more Yuji vaulted at the curse to catch its attention, while the rest of you snuck close. 

“Freeze.” 

The second wave proved even more devastating than the first. Yuji’s fist landing another Black Flash, Nobara’s nails penetrating even deeper, Maki and Megumi’s assault leaving ragged trenches in the curse’s skin. You drained more and more energy, your skin feeling like it might split from containing it all. 

But you endured. 

Second transfer. Third wave. The curse’s defenses were weakening, but so was your group. Sweat streaked every forehead, breaths came in ragged gasps, and the sluggish retreat left nearly everyone with superficial burns smoking off their limbs. 

This time, you barely managed to transfer the energy to Inumaki. Your legs trembled violently, threatening to give out as you pressed your palms to his chest—half to transfer the energy, half to steady yourself. 

“F-freeze,” he rasped. 

The fourth attack was desperate. The strikes less precise—no more Black Flashes—just average punches—and the curse breaking free from the command faster as if it were adapting despite your desperate tries to drain it. 

It was obviously weakened from the streak of attacks but so was your group. 

So were you. 

You stumbled back in a daze, unsure if the air was blurry from exhaustion or heat. Through the haze, you spotted Inumaki’s uniform and drifted that way on autopilot. As you neared you noticed the thick crimson droplets that spattered from his mouth between violent coughs. 

You were barely out of range of the curse and the heat burnt your uniform into your back, but right as you stumbled Yuji caught you mid-collapse, slinging you over his shoulder as he rushed to Inumaki’s side to regroup. 

The boy was in a very bad state. Worse than you were. Coughing up—no at this point vomiting blood as he collapsed to the ground. 

“Inumaki!” Multiple voices cried out in alarm as the others rushed over. Yuji set you down beside him, your vision swimming. 

“Shit. What do we do now?!” Nobara hissed. 

You could taste the desperation in the air. 

But then—footsteps. Heavy, running footsteps. Not the curse; it didn’t have feet. And the rest were here, so who? Your thoughts struggled to piece it together until— 

“There they are!” Panda’s voice boomed across the field. Behind him, Shoko’s white coat fluttered as she sprinted forward, her face set in a calm yet urgent expression. 

“He can’t fight anymore,” she assessed in seconds, already kneeling beside Inumaki. 

Panda scratched his head awkwardly, clearly hating to pile bad news onto an already dire situation. “All the combat teachers were called away, so it’s up to us to finish this.” 

“What’s the situation?” Shoko inquired. 

Maki straightened, despite her obvious fatigue. “The curse is weakened, but without Inumaki’s command—” 

“We’ll burn,” Megumi finished.

You looked at your friends—at Yuji's red arms, Nobara's blistered skin, Maki's scorched uniform, Megumi's exhausted shikigami with their fur burnt short.

Yet, despite it all, they stood unwavering at the side of their friend— 

You yearned to be like them... to be someone good, not a filthy traitor—a monster's slave. 

“We can take it,” you said quietly, then louder as you pushed yourself up: “We can push through. It’s weak enough now that... that the burns won’t be permanent. Right, Shoko-sensei?” 

“You’re out of your damn mind—you can barely stand,” Nobara snapped, glaring at you like you’d lost your marbles. 

To your surprise though, Shoko seemed to actually consider your suggestion. She nodded, not looking up from her patient. 

“With immediate RCT, yes.” 

An all-telling pause. 

“But it’ll hurt like hell.” 

Yuji, always desperate to keep the mood light in situations like these, gave Megumi a playful punch to his shoulder. “Hey, maybe we might be able to get a nice tan on that pale face of yours.” 

“You’re all insane,” Panda rumbled, but he was already settling into a fighting stance, obviously planning to join your descent into the fiery pits of hell. 

“I don’t see any other options. Let’s do it,” Maki added, gripping firm hold of her katana. 

“Fine. But if my hair gets ruined, you’re paying for extensions, missy!” Nobara snapped as she helped pull you up. 

You let out a small giggle at her words, the rush of adrenaline at what was to come kicking in and helping to steady your shaky legs. 

“Deal.” 

Everyone steeled themselves for the final charge, each silently battling their own nerves—fully aware that what awaited them would be far from pleasant. 

Yuji cracked his scorched knuckles, Nobara’s thumb traced the blistered skin of her palm, her other hand compulsively smoothing singed strands of hair behind her ear. Megumi’s brows knotted together. 

Panda and Maki took one last moment, kneeling by Inumaki. 

You clenched your teeth, biting down hard until the copper taste of blood flooded your tongue. Then, with a synchronized push, Maki and Panda rose, stepping into place beside you. 

“Let’s finish this.” Maki’s words were the signal—the final charge was set in motion. 

A charge of pure determination. A mad rush through walls of steam. 

It was like running straight through flames.

With every step, your skin blistered and split open further, nerves howling in agony as the searing heat tore through them. Every breath seared your lungs until breathing was simply not an option anymore. 

Through tears of pain, you saw everyone pushing forward—Maki’s glasses cracking from the heat, Nobara guarding her precious face with hands that barely had skin left, Yuji’s uniform smoking, Megumi’s face contorted in agony as his shikigami howled and followed loyally, the white patches of Panda’s fur turning as black as the rest of him. 

What followed wasn’t a battle—it was a slaughter. 

A total outburst of rage, adrenaline, and pain that translated into a devastating combined attack from all sides. 

Maki’s blade carving a molten arc through the steam like a meteor trail. Panda’s claws burning red as he wrestled the monstrosity into Maki’s next strike.

Nobara’s hammer swinging in a frenzy as her remaining nails hummed through the air—one hitting the curse’s weeping eye. Her grin turned feral as she detonated it with a raw-throated “Die!” 

Yuji’s punches split open the curse’s belly. The stench of ozone clinging to his smoldering fists as he punched again, and again, knuckles grinding to bone. 

Megumi’s shadow blade snarled, silent and feral like his Divine Dogs, ripping through flesh as effortlessly as their teeth.  

And you—you dug your disintegrating fingers into its disintegrating core and drank every drop you could get to. All until there was nothing more left to drain. 

The steam died first—a final hiss as the battlefield fell still. Then the curse itself folded inward, dissolving into a pool of black tar. 

Then nothing but silence and the soft thump of bodies hitting the ground as everyone collapsed. 

Through the haze of pain, you heard Shoko sigh... “Where’s that guy when you need him? I swear to god, Gojo, you should take better care of your students.” 

Her footsteps were already approaching, hands glowing with cursed energy as she knelt down somewhere beside you. 

You lay there, staring at the sky, every inch of your body screaming—but somehow, you were smiling. Because this pain? This was the pain of protecting your friends, not betraying them. 

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You must have passed out at some point because when consciousness returned, you found yourself on a bed in one of the school’s infirmary rooms. Through the window to your left, Jujutsu High’s grounds stretched into darkness—dawn long gone, leaving the courtyard bathed in pale moonlight. 

The burns on your arms were wrapped in clean bandages. And though Shoko’s reverse cursed technique had dulled the worst of the pain, a sharp ache still throbbed beneath the dressings. Your entire body felt leaden, drained of energy to the point where even the thought of swinging your legs over the bed seemed impossible. So you let yourself sink deeper into the mattress, preserving what little strength remained for healing. 

Your mind drifted to Sukuna. He was probably pissed that you hadn’t returned, but frankly, you didn’t care. You were pissed too—pissed that he’d forced you into this position, pissed about that convenient 'emergency mission' that had drawn away all the teachers. 

What absolute bullshit. 

He and his merry band of psychopaths had to be behind it. 

You attempted to roll onto your side, seeking a more comfortable position, but the burns made every movement a harsh negotiation with pain. 

And when you finally managed to settle, the door suddenly swung open. 

Shoko entered in a cloud of antiseptic and unfiltered Camels, her lab coat sleeves crusted brown-red. Dark circles hung heavy under her eyes as she dropped into the chair beside your bed, gently lifting your arm to examine the bandages. 

“They’ll heal,” she muttered around an unlit cigarette dangling from her lips. “Gonna take some more time though. Had to save energy for—” She caught herself with a sharp click of her tongue. 

“For what?” The question scraped painfully past your smoke-damaged throat, and the red crust on her sleeves suddenly seemed all the more vivid. “Is everyone okay? Gojo-sensei?” Worry clawed at your chest. 

“The guards at the cursed warehouse.” Her voice was flat, clinical. “The curse that attacked you was a diversion. Someone broke in and killed them all. Multiple special grade cursed objects were taken.” 

Killed. The word refused to process properly, your brain short-circuiting as the reality sank in. You had more than burns on your hands now—this was blood. 

Shoko sighed, rubbing her temples. “I tried, but... the corpses were completely mangled. Either grotesquely deformed or burned to ash. Nothing I could do.”

Deformed—Mahito’s signature. Burned—Jogo’s flames.

Mahito might have gone rogue, defied orders for the fun of it, but Jogo? You’d seen how loyal he was to Sukuna, thoroughly aware of the consequences of betrayal.

Which meant...

Sukuna had lied. Double-crossed you just to make you blow that whistle.

Nausea surged up your throat. You barely managed to point at the bucket beside the bed before Shoko thrust it into your hands, your stomach violently rejecting everything it contained.

“Major toll on your body,” she commented, rising from her chair. “Rest. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Between heaves, you managed to gasp out: “The others?”

A small, reassuring smile tugged at her lips. “Don’t worry about them. You’re a special lot, your group.” With that, she left, abandoning you to the mingled stench of vomit and betrayal.

Your betrayal. His betrayal.

It was funny how upset you were over his lies when you’d been weaving nothing but lies for weeks now.

But somehow, his one lie felt like it had tainted everything—every glance, every touch, every bruising kiss now felt poisoned by that betrayal. Each memory replayed in your mind with a sickening twist that made your stomach churn all over again.

And why did that betrayal cut deeper than knowing people had died? That their blood was partly on your hands? Your moral compass felt so warped you couldn’t find its true north anymore. But you knew exactly who had pulled it off course, degree by devastating degree.

A sudden drop in temperature made your still-heightened senses snap to attention.

A rustle outside, then a gentle tap against the glass, like a bird testing its beak against the window. But birds didn’t move with such deliberate purpose, didn’t make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

The window frame creaked—the sound of claws scraping against wood as something worked at the latch from outside.

The faintest trace of his energy ghosted across your senses, detectable only because you’d grown intimately attuned to its particular flavor of malevolence...

Your muscles seized, torn between fight and flight—anger pulling you towards the former. But exhaustion had stripped you of both options.

As the window inched upward, you could only watch as a hand curled around the frame, tattooed wrist standing out against the pale wood. Then came the flash of pink hair, and finally—the last remnants of moonlight were blocked, cloaking the room in darkness except for those eyes.

Twin points of hellfire burning with such intensity that the shadows themselves seemed to recoil in fear. His broad shoulders filled the entire space as he sat ducked beneath the top frame.

The devil himself—here at Jujutsu High.

Once again come to claim you.

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