#banging my fists on the table why can't I take him with me

[black-and-yellow]

Friendship ended with Bradley. Now Louis is my best friend.

#another run another heartbreak having to leave Louis behind at the end #if you go back and talk to him a third time before you leave he says like #“Take care of yourself Hyde. And stay out of trouble.” #banging my fists on the table why can't I take him with me #hotel dusk #hotel dusk room 215 #kyle hyde #louis denonno #hotel dusk fanart #Do I make another side blog for HD yes or no #gonna have to do a 3rd playthrough bc I did the decoding bit wrong #with the extra cassette tape #so Kyle didn't notice he'd decoded it and wouldnt go into 220 #whatever it's not like I wasn't going to replay it again anyway #nintendo please make a 3rd Kyle Hyde game and add a feature where I can tell Louie he's a good boy and I'm proud of him

[mangowafflesss]

Issues

Professor!Simon x f!reader This was inspired by my friend so thanks to her <3 WC: 1K+ Warnings: Domestic abuse, slight inappropriateness with a teacher (Simon) but its just gonna get more inappropriate in the future sooooo

The cool night air seeped through the sweater you wore and wrapped your bones in an uncomfortable hug. The red door of your fathers house was so close you could feel the warmth of your bed all the way from the front gates. 

Letting out a yawn, you stuck your key into the door and twisted before pushing it open with your whole body - stupid sticky doors. You locked it behind you and chucked your things next to the door with a huff.

Dragging yourself forwards you looked at the time on your phone and groaned when you saw the time, it was late and you didn't know whether your father was awake yet. You really hoped he wasn't - you were in no mood for arguments right now.  

Walking through to the kitchen you thought the coast was clear until you see him sitting in one of the chairs at the dining table. A pile of dirty dishes filled the sink and you felt the tiredness in your body get heavier at the sight of them.    

“It's late, where were you?” you knew he had been drinking, you could smell it in the air. You missed when the air used to smell clean and not tainted by his poison. 

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be” you sighed while grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with some water. 

“Don't get lippy with me girl” his voice rises and you clench your jaw before turning to him. “I’m sorry” you say through gritted teeth and gulped down the whole glass to stop yourself from saying anything else. 

After an uncomfortable amount of silence he suddenly stood from where he was sitting, a slight wobble in his movements but continued. Pointing a finger in your direction, you stood up straighter and looked into his bloodshot eyes. “Did you get paid today?”, shaking your head no, he bangs his fist against the kitchen counter and swears. 

“You're such a disappointment, can't even do one thing right can you? Clean the damn house, it's like a pigsty” throwing his arms up into the air he storms out of the kitchen, fixing you with a glare before slamming the door shut behind him - making you flinch and drop the glass onto the floor. 

“fuck”

The next morning you wake up to an empty house, along with an empty wallet. You scold yourself for leaving out your bag last night before quickly gathering your things and leaving for your morning class. 

You don’t live too far from the campus which you were grateful for, without a car or enough money to keep paying for bus passes, walking was the only way. 

You kept your head low as you walked through the building, you didn’t particularly want to be here today but there was no way you wanted to be at home either. 

When you entered your class you headed straight for the back row. You'd usually sit at the front so you would be able to focus better but you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus at all today.

Other students filed in through the open door as you were taking your things out of your bag. Their conversations and laughter being the background noise to your swirling thoughts. 

You sat there for a moment before you became startled at a noise to your left. Glancing over, you see the face you regularly see. 

“Why are we sitting all the way back here?” he asks while taking his laptop out of his backpack. 

“You don’t have to sit with me Alex, you’re more than welcome to sit at the front” you point to one of the vacant seats which makes him scoff. 

“And not be able to copy off your notes? No thank you” he smirks before nodding towards your hand “What happened there?” You follow his gaze towards your bandaged hand and quickly retract it “oh, I dropped a glass by accident” you give him a smile and he just laughs while muttering a ‘been there’ before settling into his seat and quickly pulling out his phone to text someone.   

You clasp your hands together and wait for your professor to make an appearance. Glancing up at the clock on the wall you watch as the hand jolts signalling the start of your lecture. Moments later your professor enters, commanding the room with his loud voice. He starts talking about something, capturing the attention of all his students. Everyone except you. 

Professor S. Riley. His name is one thing people talk about on and off campus. You've been in his class since you started at this university and haven’t had the slightest clue as to what his name could be. One thing you do know though is he likes to have a small number of students in his classes, making it harder to sink into the background and pretend you’re not there. 

On days like these you wished you were a ghost.  

Everything seemed to be happening around you, life passing you by as you zoned out and sat completely still - staring at the cream coloured wall. Was it cream? Probably the same magnolia colour they have everywhere. You potentially looked dead to the world and you hoped no one saw you being completely lifeless. 

A noise made you jump and it knocked you out of your daze. Your eyes were met with a leather belt and black slacks which made you cast your eyes upwards with confusion. 

Your professor was looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His brown eyes bore into yours which made you avert your gaze to the white of his shirt, his arm was sticking out and you followed it to your desk where your last essay sat.

D -

It was marked at the top of the page and you simply blinked at it and then back at Mr Riley. “Stay behind when this is over” is all he says before turning on his heel and walking back to the front of the room.

You felt a rush of panic wash over you. This is the third thing you've flunked in this class and you thought he wouldn’t bring it up… oh how wrong you are.   

You chewed on your lip and tapped your pen against the desk throughout the entire hour and half. You had failed to answer one of the questions asked due to your mind's absence - which made Mr Riley give you a look of disappointment before choosing someone else to answer his question. 

When everyone started to pack their things away and rush out of the room, you slowly gathered your things and prepared yourself for whatever is going to happen. Alex had offered to wait for you while you spoke to your professor but you just waved him off with a smile you hoped didn't reveal how scared you were on the inside. 

Walking down to the front of the room your nerves were evident. Holding your shaking hands behind your back you take a deep breath and stand in front of his bulky desk. He had his back to you as he erased what he wrote from the board. You watched as the muscles in his back flexed every time he moved his arm. 

You seemed to have gone into your own little world again and didn’t register he was now facing you. 

“-do you understand?” 

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you cringe at yourself and pinch the outside of your thigh to make sure you pay attention.  

He runs a hand through his blonde hair and sighs heavily before sitting on the edge of his desk. He was now at eye level which was slightly more intimidating than him standing. 

“You're a great student, I've never had a problem with you before -  but the sloppily rushed essays, failure to participate and dozing off in my class isn't something I’m going to let off lightly” your heart drops to the bottom of your toes and you feel like you can’t breathe. You've seen Mr Riley kick people out of his classes before due to all sorts of reasons. There's one thing that has always been a pet peeve of his and that one being is sloppy work.    

“Is- is there anything I can do?” you ask, biting your lip to hold back the tears building up inside of you. 

Simon’s eyes travel to your mouth involuntarily before he snaps his back straight “I’m afraid Miss-” 

Simon stops talking for a moment as he looks at you. It is clear that you’re on the verge of tears, and he feels a sense of pity for you. However, he knows that he must be tough and show no mercy if he is to be an effective teacher. He clears his throat but before he could say anything he feels something touch his leg. 

“Please. I'll do anything, give me another chance to redeem myself. Please?” you give him a pleading look not realising how close you had gotten to your professor. He seemed to be the only one to notice and briefly looked down at the hand splayed out over his thigh. Fingers creeping a bit too high to be deemed appropriate.     

Your body was leaning against the desk and also the side of his leg that hung off the edge of his desk. He could feel the heat from your body seep through his trousers which made him run a hand through his dirty blonde strands with a frustrated motion. 

He knows you. He's seen you throughout the years, you're not like this. You wouldn’t just sleep your way through instead of doing the work - because that's what you are, a hard worker. 

Placing a hand over yours he lifts it from his personal space which makes you come to the realisation of what you were just doing. Quickly snapping your hand back to yourself, you adjust your posture and fix your bag that slipped. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean that. I- I have to go” you managed to mumble out in a rushed panic before bolting it to the door. As soon as you get to the doorknob you hear him call your name. 

You don't turn around, not wanting to face the embarrassment. 

“My office, tomorrow morning. 8 am sharp. Got it?” 

You reply back to him and hastily make your exit.     

#Professor!Simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x y/n

[siren-serenity]

silly rant about sub! eddie brock and sub! venom thanks to @pastelclovds

siren puts her hands together, rubbing them evilly before clicking a button and showing the slides to eager/uneager watchers.

"okay," she pushes a lock of hair behind a ear. "i simply do not understand why is eddie dominating in so many fanfics? especially,"

her eyes glinted. "smut."

siren lays back in her chair before resuming her passionate speech.

"if you watch the movies, it's pretty clear that eddie brock is emotionally starved and also touchstarved. he is constantly shrunk into himself and just look at the state of his house! man needs someone who can take care of him because he is going down a very self-torturing path."

she looks away, coughing out a suspicious sounding 'me, i volunteer!' before rambling.

"and whenever eddie is trying to gain attention, even though he runs a news report-thingy (i forgot the specific term), he's not really confident and is actually quite shy. other than the times when his emotions get the better of him, he's quite withdrawn and doesn't have much friends other than Ms. Chen."

She clicks the button, moving to the next slide: Smut

"If we consider all these emotional factors, then why do people think he will dominate in bed?"

Siren's eyes are widened in genuine curiousity.

"Because it seems to me that he is more likely to bottom and maybe has a praise kink. Eddie's more likely to be begging with tears in his eyes, pleading with you to 'handle the situation down there, pleasepleaseplease!' than to actually make the move," she looks away, humming something about "can't wait to dom him so bad" before continuing. "The poor man probably has never received a compliment in his entire life with his shy, demure personality. Maybe once or twice for his news channel but about him? In my opinion, probably not."

"Moving on! Venom!" She clicks.

"Venom, in his natural state, probably is a switch," Siren holds a hand. "Let me explain!"

"Back in his planet, he mentions how he is the rut of the pack and is always the weaker one. Therefore, it's safe to assume that he was considered the omega and was bullied by the other symbiotes. But! When he came to Earth, he is now one of the strongest, so it might change the dynamics slightly."

Siren claps her hands together. "In the face of a strong, assertive dom, he will sub. Especially in during the heat cycle! His instincts of always being the weaker one will probably take over (considering how often it happened, it might be engraved in his head) and he will willingly beg for release with loud groans emitted, rumbling the walls."

"Maybe he might be a sub but topping sometimes?" She shrugged. "I mean, a couple of rounds would tire anyone, but considering that Venom is an alien, he could go for a couple more. So his urge to dom over a human might take over and would top and ride you while you lay on your back, groaning and moaning all the time."

Siren moved to switch off the projector before grinning. "Considering everything, I would just like to mention THAT THERE SHOULD BE MORE SUB! EDDIE AND SUB! VENOM CONTENT!"

She bangs her fist on the table. "I have exams, so I only have time to read. So! Write! Relax, no one will kill you for it (tumblr has plently of monsterfuckers-). If so! I! Will! Fight! For! You!!"

#sub eddie brock #sub venom #eddie brock x reader #dom reader #venom x reader #siren-song

[cannibalizedyke]

Hi I'm like obsessed with you Eddie x Henderson!reader so could you maybe make one where Dustin knows that Eddie likes the reader so he like sets them up?? Idk if that makes sense 😔😔✊✊

it makes sense babe i love this

(reader is adopted cuz i don't want anyone to feel like they aren't being included if they don't look like dustin :))

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"Hey, Eddie?" Dustin tapped him on the shoulder on his way to fifth period.

"Henderson!" Eddie roughly clapped him on the shoulder. "How can I help you, man?"

"I, uh... I was wanting to make my own D&D campaign," Dustin lied. "I- I was wondering if you could help me."

Eddie tilted his head, considering. "Your house or mine?"

Dustin grinned. "Mine."

Eddie licked his lips and nodded once. "I'll be there at five."

"Perfect." Dustin started to head off. "Thanks, Eddie!"

Eddie saluted him and walked in the opposite direction.

Dustin pumped his fist in the air and practically skipped to class. He had no interest in making his own campaign. He much preferred to play as a character - he didn't want to deal with DMing. The real reason he invited Eddie over was you.

You and Eddie had an obvious thing for each other. You always volunteered to drive Dustin and his friends to Hellfire, you stayed during the games even though you couldn't play, and Dustin saw the way the two of you looked at each other. Y'all were head over heels, you just refused to admit it.

So Dustin formed a plan. He'd invite Eddie over, set up some big fancy dinner, and force you into a position where you had to admit your feelings for each other. Easy.

"Dustin, hurry up!" Mike yelled.

"Sorry!" Dustin ran into the classroom, still grinning.

Tonight was the night. He could feel it.

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"(Y/N)!" Dustin banged on your door. "(Y/N), get down here, Mom wants you to do the dishes!"

You groaned, opening the door. "Why can't you do them?"

"I did them yesterday, it's your turn."

You pursed your lips, then sighed and pushed past him. "Fine."

You ran down the stairs, headed toward the kitchen, then stopped. What was clearly an attempt at a romantic dinner was sitting on the table, and, looking up, you saw none other than Eddie Munson, looking just as bewildered as you felt.

"Uh, this is... not what I expected Dustin's D&D campaign to include." Eddie laughed nervously.

You let out a similar noise, fidgeting. You scratched your neck. "So, um, is that why you're here? To help Dustin with a D&D campaign?"

"That's what I thought, at least." He shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a step toward you. "Do you think... Dustin's trying to set us up?"

Your eyes widened. Holy shit. That was exactly what was going on, wasn't it? Oh, Dustin, you little shit- you shook off the thought and let out a laugh. "Why would he do that?" You played dumb, trying not to let your feelings for Eddie show.

"I don't know." Eddie stepped closer. "Maybe it's because I have a massive crush on you and he was trying to help me out." His lips quirked to the side, a glimpse of a smile before he stepped away. He cleared his throat. "So, are we gonna let all this food go to waste?"

You couldn't move, your mind was reeling too fast. You blinked. "I'm sorry- What did you just say?"

Eddie plopped in a chair. "I asked if we were gonna let all this food go to waste."

You shook your head, stepping toward him. "No, no, before that."

Eddie shrugged, tossing a pea into his mouth. "Oh, just that I have a huge crush on you."

You stared at him.

"I mean, you're totally out of my league," he continued, still eating, "so like, don't sweat the rejection part." He swallowed, grinning up at you. "I am under no illusion that you are going to return my feelings."

You didn't smile back, beelining to him and smashing your lips against his. You heard him gasp in surprise before kissing you back, pulling you onto his lap and tangling his fingers in your hair.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" you heard, and the two of you pulled apart to see Dustin jumping enthusiastically in the other room.

You failed to bite down a smile and leaned into Eddie's neck, too caught up in the bliss of the moment to be mad at your brother's meddling. "Yes, Dustin, your evil plan worked."

Dustin came into the room, beaming like a child on Christmas day. "I knew you were in love, I knew it!"

You shook your head, still grinning like an idiot. "C'mon, Eddie, let's go up to my room."

Dustin's smile disappeared. "Wait, are you gonna...?" Horror flooded his features. "No, fuck, no, I am starting to think this was a mistake."

You grabbed Eddie's hand and pulled him up the stairs. "Too late, Dustybuns!" you yelled.

"(Y/N), NO!"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson

[touchoflaughter]

Little Secrets

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

Summary: It's one of those typical dinner table talks between the Ragnarssons when troublemaker Ivar chooses violence over peace again. So Björn decides to step in and put him in his place. Again.

Ticklish!Ivar ; Lers/Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd

sfw nsfw

words: 2364

Warning: This is a TickleFic! Noncon tickling & vulgar language (It’s pretty mean, folks) If that's not your thing I suggest you to skip this one.

"You gotta be kidding!", Ivar chuckled while taking the jug of mead right in front of him.

"Come and think about it, this makes sense.", Ubbe took another bite from his chicken drumstick while making a pensive face.

"Halfdan? I really can't imagine him with another man.", Sigurd shook his head. "The very thought fills me with nausea."

"Calm down! What's wrong with preferring men over women?", Björn looked around one. "He's nothing less of a fierce Norseman."

"Do you want to confess something to us, too?", Ivar stimulated his eldest brother with a sassy grin.

"Funny.", Björn countered, with a drained look on his face. He was so over his youngest brothers attitude.

"I agree with Björn on this one. Halfdan is a great man who had our back quite a few times.", Hvitserk acceded.

"I don't know. Still seems weird to me.", Sigurd shook his head disapprovingly.

"Oh come one Sigurd, don't make a fool out of yourself.", Ivar darted a knowing look towards his older brother who just wanted to continue eating but paused at his words.

"What?", Sigurd looked at his brother with Irritation.

"We all know you like men. No need to hide it.", Ivar grinned and pointed at Sigurds lute that's always right by his side. "I mean you even compose sentimental ballads and I definitely didn't miss that one time you went to the tanners apprentice for him to quickly fix your coat, only for you to get back home with your shirt the wrong way up.

The whole table turned silent for a few seconds, everyone paused in their movements. Sigurd threw an angry look at his younger brother, who was the only one to continue eating as if nothing happened.

"Cut the bullshit! He also fixed my shirt, that's why!", Sigurd banged his fist on the table. Everyone continued eating, trying not to get involved into the two wranglers fight.

"A likely story!", Ivar couldn't stifle an amused laughter. "Just so you know, I got loads of problems with you but being homosexual is none of them. So calm down."

Sigurds head has turned deeply red when he continued eating his soup in a tensed way. "You're crazy."

"I shouldn't have told you about it.", Björn regretted his decision already. "What did I even think would happen?"

"Well it was quite obvious what would happen.", Ubbe laughed, looking at his younger brothers, one eating his soup in silence, the other satisfied with how everything went.

"I hope all of you know this information is just between the five of us.", the eldest instructed with a serious look.

"What exactly? Halfdans homosexuality or the shirt fixing thing that means nothing?", Ivar continued making digs at Sigurd who looked up immediately. It was way too easy to trigger him.

"Shut your mouth!", Sigurd impulsively threw the carving knife towards Ivar, who only just managed to dodge it. The youngest chuckled, as if the sharp weapon didn't get stuck in the wooden armrest, right where his forearm has been seconds before. "Poor Sigurd, are you mad now? Go make up for it by writing an angry poem or- well I guess you know an even better option."

"You clearly don't know when to stop.", Ubbe tried to enter shallow water again. "Sigurd you need to lern how to ignore his teasing."

"Why are you like this, Ivar?", Björn sighed like a failed parent who gave up long ago.

The youngest continued eating in satisfaction with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

"Oh you think it's funny to torment every living being around you?", Björn leaned forward, looking at Ivar directly. "Probably you need to taste your own medicine in order for you to stop harassing others."

The three brothers scouted the scene when Ivar put his fork aside and returned Björns look bored. "Go on. Your poor treasury of words and repartee isn't able to match mine anyway."

Björn dabbed his mouth with a napkin before he got up and walked towards his brother who slowly began to realise, the eldest had no interest in talking it out.

"All of that is just warm words, little brother. You always forget you're pretty disadvantaged when the time of talking is over.", Björn looked down at Ivar, who didn't seem to be frightened at all.

"Calm down. You know that's just how he is.", Hvitserk tried to comfort Björn, aligning himself with Ivar as usual.

"Yeah don't beat him up just because of a few meaningless words.", Ubbe agreed with Hvitserk, being the arbiter once again.

"I don't mind you teaching him a lesson.", Sigurd leaned backwards, eyeing the scene gleefully. "He totally deserves it."

"Coward.", Ivar hissed at him, before looking up to Björn, who was still glancing down at him. But something in his expression has changed. He seemed to have a plan. Ivar swallowed hard and started considering how he'd make it out alive without eating his words.

"Hit me already! I won't apologise for telling the truth!", Ivar leaned backwards with his guard down, hoping his brothers pride will prevent him from beating up an unarmed cripple.

"You sneaky rascal. You know damn well I'd never be able to hit you, looking like this.", Björn grinned down at him, knowing exactly Ivar acts helpless on purpose.

"That's a low trick Ivar! Just take it like a man!", Sigurd commented, disappointed with how things were going.

"You two! Cut it out!", Ubbe instructed, having enough of that bunfight. "And you, Sigurd! Stop being a chicken-hearted shit and face him yourself!"

Everyones but Ivar's jar fell. Ubbe hardly uses foul language and he also rarely chooses Ivars side.

The youngest started cackling at his words, approving with his second eldest brother for the first time in forever. Hvitserk had to stifle an amused grin as well when Björn turned back towards Ivar: "You're lucky Ubbe decided to come to your relieve. Are you going to behave now?"

Ivar gave a snarky laugh, feeling too secure for his own good again: "Since when is telling the truth a misbehaviour?"

"Ivaaaar.", Björn sighed his name long-drawn-out with a tortured undertone. "Don't do this to yourself."

"Do what?", the youngest asked confusedly. "You gotta face the fact, you can't do shit, brother. And now go back to your seat and let me finish my plate!"

"That was a mistake.", Hvitserk murmured when the youngest continued eating as if nothing happened.

Then, all of a sudden, Ivar was bowled over and fell from his chair to the ground. Before anyone realised what was happening, Björn swooped down on Ivar, who laid flat on his back, gasping under the weight of his gigantic brother.

Right when the youngest opened his mouth to let off steam, a high pitched scream came out of his throat, followed by forced, loud laughter. The remaining brothers needed a moment to understand what was going on: Björn tackled Ivar to the ground and instantly started a rigorous tickle attack!

Everyone of them knows about this big weakness of their little brother. Even though they take advantage of it quite often, the youngest goes bright red with shame whenever he finds himself in this vulnerable position. Somehow it doesn't stop him from being a bratty bully and he also seems to forget about that effective punishment whenever he decides to make fun of one of his brothers.

"Björn have mercy with him!", Hvitserk tried to drown Ivars hysterical laughter out.

"Kill him!", Sigurd encouraged their eldest brother, looking down at the Ivar who was laughing and screaming uncontrollably. Björn dug right into his upper ribs, one of the killer spots. Ivar tried to curse and threaten through his laughter but he didn't manage to form at least one coherent word.

Ubbe, who tried to decide wether this was funny or serious, watched the scene with a little smile playing on his lips. "Easy, Björn! You know he can't handle it well."

"That's the whole point!", Björn grinned in a devilish way while getting his younger brothers hands out of the way by pinning them above his head. "Sigurd come help me with this little rascal!"

There was no need for him to repeat that. Sigurd bounced from his chair and placed himself immediately in front of Björn to keep Ivars strong arms in place. Now Björn had both his hands to tickle the crap out of his stubborn brother, who wasn't able to defend himself the tiniest bit.

Ivar, who had a short break while the positions were changing, was hopping mad at his brothers. He couldn't help but giggle during his threat, due to the previous tickling anyways: "Gehet off! Don't touch me Sigurd! You gutless cohoward! This is nohot fahair!! Björn you piehiece of- wait what- NO!"

Ivar paused his cursing when his oldest brother pulled up his shirt, revealing the youngest toned upper body. Björn started squeezing into Ivars strong obliques, enjoying him freaking out about it: "FUHUCKERS!! AHAHAHA I HAHATEE YOUHUHU! NOHOAHAHAHA!" He tried to press his lips together, to not give them any satisfaction, but after not even a second he bursted out laughing even shriller: "I'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU! FUHUHUCK STOHOP! AHH NAHAHA FUCKING IHIDIOTSAHAHA!"

"Ahaww look at our baby brother, trying to be serious.", Björn mocked, staying at the same spot but increasing the speed and pressure even more, putting his brother through agony.

Ivar turned to Hvitserk and Ubbe who were watching the scene from the table: "DOHON'T JUHUST SIHIT THEHERE! HEHELP MEHE!"

Suddenly, Björn changed positions and started digging into Ivars upper ribs and the wide latissimus. Ivar started screaming and yelling, begging them to stop but whether Björn, nor Sigurd seemed to have enough yet.

"Hey that's enough! He clearly can't take any more.", Hvitserk got up from his chair to succour.

"I decide when he has enough!", Björn clarified, starting to scribble his big hands up and down ivars whole torso, driving him mad.

"Cut it out!", Hvitserk placed his hand on Björns shoulder and pulled him backwards to underline his call.

Björn stopped the torture for a moment and turned towards his little brother who immediately stumbled a few steps back.

"Listen: You better stop bothering me or you're in his place at once, got it?", Björn gave him a warning glance. Hvitserk swallowed hard and looked over to Ivar who was looking back with tears in his eyes.

"Come on, Björn.", Hvitserk tried to negotiate, while recognising the begging glance on his little brothers face. "He clearly learned his lesson.

"Ohh you think so?", Björn grinned. "You suppose he wouldn't humiliate others for entertainment anymore?"

"Well, that's kinda how he is. You won't tickle it out of him anyways.", Hvitserk shrug his shoulders, looking from one to another. "Come on, let him go."

"So you think I don't have to punish him anymore and it's alright he's putting his needs top priority?", Björn asked with a vicious undertone.

Hvitserk knew he was up to something but still he tried his best to get his brother out of that. "If that makes you let go of him, yes.

"Alright. One last test. Let's see if our stubborn rascal learned his lesson.", Björn, still sitting on Ivars waist, leaned over him, their ice-blue eyes facing each other. Ivar was still breathing heavily and sweating, his face and upper body had turned bright red and there were several marks where his brothers fingers dug into the muscles.

Björn started scribbling and spidering his fingers lightly all over his brothers belly and chest, forcing him to make a tortured noise that slowly turned into involuntary giggles. "Tell me Ivar, would you like me to stop?"

"Stuhupihid quehestion frohom a stupid persohon.", his brother answered, as sassy as always. Björn had to get ahold of himself, not to tickle him to pieces again. "Even though you clearly ask for more, I'm willing to let you. There's only one condition."

"Fucking ahahanything!", Ivar pulled on his arms, that were still secured by Sigurd, trying to get away from Björns unbearably ticklish movements.

"So you're fine with Hvitserk taking your place?", Björn asked while mischievously increasing the speed even more, teasing out a yell and even louder giggles that turn into helpless laughter pretty quickly.

Hvitserks jaw dropped when he heard what his brother just said and he quickly increased the space between him and the rest. "W-Wait. Ivar- don't!"

Ivar didn't ponder for a second. He immediately nodded as forcefully as he could. "Yehehes! Fuhuck lehet goo!"

Björn let go of Ivar, stood up and turned towards the intimidated Hvitserk, who slowly but surely stepped backwards, trying to leave the hut without the eldest noticing. A knowing grin playing on his lips: "Poor Hvitserk. That's what you get for turning against me, trying to side with a lone wolf."

"I-I'm sohorry, Hvitty.", Ivar stuttered, still laying on the ground. Then, all of a sudden he seized Björns legs and managed to knock him down. "RUN!"

Hvitserk didn't think about it twice. He turned around and made a quick getaway.

"You devious nag! Let go or I swear I tickle you to death!", Björn threatened, starting to squeeze into Ivars ribs at once. The youngest flinched hard and had no choice but to release him. Björn jumped up and chased after Hvitserk who left the hut a few seconds before.

"Why can't we just eat in peace for once?", Ubbe sighed, picking at his food in frustration. Then he went over to Ivar, who tried to catch his breath and helped him get up and back on his seat.

Sigurd, who had taken his seat already, looked at his younger brother gleefully. "Hopefully you learned your lesson."

Ivar, who felt deeply humiliated already, looked at him with a warning glance: "Careful."

"Look who didn't make it." All heads turned to the open door, where Björn just entered the room with Hvitserk in tow...

Ready for a part 2?

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 10 - Velvet glove around an iron fist

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Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

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Chapter 10 - Velvet glove around an iron fist

chapter word count: 1.8k words

~Chan's POV~

I'm a fucking fool. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Replaying last night's events, I couldn't believe how I acted. I should've been composed. Emilia didn't exactly do anything wrong. I was the one to shut her out.

"Thanks God she left the room!" Hyo exclaimed with a chuckle. "Doesn't she sense that no one wants her here?"

"Don't be like that." I scolded her. "She's also part of SKZ."

"Chris, it's time you face the truth: no one wants her here. Why not just kill her as we were supposed to in the first place? It's clear she can't be trusted." she asked with no hesitation, shrugging.

"Being in a Mafia, you should know better than anyone the value a human life holds." I replied sternly. "Why do you hate her so much, anyway?"

"Are you seriously asking me this? Here: we have a living proof." She pointed to the baby after feeding him a last spoon of puree.

"All we have are speculations, you know that." Felix intervened and got up from the table, annoyance in his tone. "What are we gonna do with this anyway? We can't keep the baby."

"Why not?!" Hyo raised her tone in a whine and stood up.

"You seriously want to raise it?!" Felix continued.

"Of course I do! It's my only chance at motherhood! You know that!"

"Hyo..." I petted her back. I knew how much her heart hurt. Even Felix avoided her look and left the room after hearing her painful words.

Growing up in a Mafia does have advantages, but it also comes with a high price. Anything can happen to you. You can be murdered, tortured, or have part of your identity snatched off – and Hyo was no exception to this. She was an instance of plans going awry; of us failing and arriving too late.

What she suffered through when we failed to get her in time deemed her infertile, and this has been a well-known unspoken fact between SKZ. It's also been the reason why we funded an orphanage as part of our side projects.

"What, Chris?! Do you also want to tell me to get rid of him?!"

"I don't want to tell you to do anything. If you want to keep raising him, you should. But you know that this isn't the place to do so, don't you?"

"..."

"What good would it do him to grow up here? He should have a chance at a normal life. And by all means, if that's what you want to give him yourself... I will support you unconditionally. We'll get you a house, a normal job. You can close off this chapter of your life. He can go to the best school there is-"

"But-"

"OR- we can send him to the orphanage, we'll continue taking care of him and he will have the same opportunities I described above. You can stay in SKZ, visit him whenever you want and spend as much time as you want with him- no questions asked. But he can't stay here."

"But Chris..."

"I'm sorry Hyo. That's how it's going to be."

"... okay." she let her head down.

"We'll talk with Jisung and send him off tomorrow, yea?"

"Can... can we send him off next week?" she started crying. But what point would it be to pull the plug later?

Before getting the chance to answer, I noticed Hyunjin enter the room. He stared at us with a bewildered look.

"You back?" I asked. "Where did you take her?"

"To the greenhouse."

"I see..."

"Everything alright here?" he pointed to me and Hyo, who was crying her heart out.

I rubbed my nape and looked at her as well.

"Yes... Anyway... as I was saying, Hyo... he leaves tomorrow. So... Hyunjin, what did you and Emilia talk about?"

~ PRESENT DAY ~

In retrospect, I should've paid more attention. Maybe if I did, none of this would've happened.

Why?

Why didn't I pay more attention?

Now my hands are stained with her blood and no matter how hard I wash them, the warm feeling of it won't go away.

Crimson red and warm.

Why? Why did things end up like this?

How could I be so blind?

Why?

Why?

Why?!

It's all my fault.

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~1 year and one month before Present Day~

~two weeks after sending the baby to the Orphanage~

Now was not the time to keep this madness going.

No matter how I, Emilia, Hyo or anyone else was feeling, we had to keep pushing forward. We had important plans to carry out and couldn't let any feelings get in the way.

"So... why are we here?" Jisung asked, unsure of why I summoned him, Momo and Emilia to my office.

"Momo, please fill us in. But first, where's Hyo?" I redirected the attention to Momo.

"Of course. She is... uhm... in her room... anyways, word's got out that the shipment has been delayed by about 6 to 9 months, but on the bright side-"

"6 to 9 months? That's more than half a year!"I exclaimed, surprised. I couldn't believe my ears, especially since this has never happened before.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Chris. Our provider was pretty upset of Hyo's no-show last week..."

"Wait, what's this about?" Emilia asked.

"Gun trade." Momo explained quickly. "We were about to receive the newest weapons on the market, even paid a pretty million for them."

"Stop right there. Are you seriously telling me that Hyo didn't show up?"

"You know she's been inconsolable these weeks... barely got out of bed."

"Fucking hell. And you're only letting me know now?!"

"I also didn't know... We had a second meeting planned out for this morning, as you know, and thankfully they still came to see me, even if Hyo messed up big time... I found out today. I'm really sorry, Chris."

"I don't even know what to say." I replied, truly disappointed by this turn of events. "A no-show? Christ..."

"Anyway... you said there's a bright side?" Han inquired.

"Yes. I negotiated with them, and they agreed to let us receive 5 bags up-front when we seal the deal tomorrow. Their own stack, they said. We could start selling those... But they had one condition."

"Which is?"

"They want Hyo to come apologise for standing them up and... another 200k. Delays cost money."

"Sorry to interrupt-" Emilia said. "- but when was the shipment supposed to come initially?"

"In two months' time. Not anymore, though." Momo replied, eyeing Chan.

"Han, go grab Hyo really fast for me, would you?"

~Emilia's POV~

"Han, go grab Hyo really fast for me, would you?" Chan commanded, face becoming darkened with quiet rage. This reminded me of the night I met him – of how afraid I felt of him.

He could be gentle, yes, but when he was angry... he was a scary man. A velvet glove around an iron fist would be the best way to describe him.

You definitely didn't want that anger targeted to you, ever.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Momo tried to reason with him, but he was having none of it.

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"Did you want to see me?" Hyo asked as soon as she stepped in front of Chan's desk. Her gaze was stuck on the floor, like it was the most interesting thing she's ever seen.

"Why else would you be here?" he replied sternly.

"..."

"Do you even know what you've done?"

"I... I just... couldn't..." she cried out.

"You couldn't what? Do your job? Is that why you chose to stay here, to be a thorn in my side?!"

"... I tried, but I couldn't get out of bed..."

"That's when you should've come to me, or to Momo... you should've told someone to make sure we don't mess this up! You know how many resources we've invested so far in this business. If we lose contact to our dealers, how the fuck are we going to keep the market going?! Gosh..."

"I know... you're right... it's all my fault."

Chan sighed deeply and massaged his temples, calming himself down.

"... This is the first time this ever happened, so... as long as you know what you've done..."

What? Is that all he's going to say to her?!

I couldn't believe it.

"How can I fix this?" Hyo asked, tears streaming down her face.

"They requested an apology from you."

"I'll- I'll do it! Seriously!"

"... Momo, I want you to give all the details about these people to Emilia and Han. Both of them will come with you two tomorrow to receive the goods. All clear?"

All of us nodded and started exiting the room, until Chan spoke again:

"Emilia, wait a sec. I need to talk to you for a bit."

We waited for everyone else to leave, and when we were finally alone, only an awkward and tense atmosphere between us remained.

"So, what do you want?" I asked, coldly.

"Nothing much. Just... how are you these days?"

"Uhm... okay, I guess?"

"You don't look so okay... Have you been sleeping?"

"You're the one to talk? Your eyebags are a deeper shade of black than Mariana's Trench."

"Pfft." He chuckled.

"That's not funny. You should take care of yourself Chris..."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do. This place needs someone to lead it, after all."

"No... that's not what I meant... do you mean that?"

I understood exactly what he was asking me, but I still felt angry at how little regard he's shown me the last time we spoke... which was exactly 2 weeks ago.

Half a month without a single word.

"I don't know what you want from me, Chris. All's fine. So, can I leave now?"

"How?"

"... how... what?" I asked perplexed.

"How am I supposed to fix us?"

"Oh, now there's an 'us'? Don't mess with me, please. Actually, make sure you're not making something out of nothing." I stared at him blankly, turning his own words against him.

It felt petty to reply like that, but what else was I supposed to do? All this pent-up rage has been going nowhere these weeks. The only pieces left of our relationship covered the canvas in Hyunjin's greenhouse: all black. Gone.

What's more, Chan ignored me all this time. He didn't spare even a glance my way. And now he dares to talk about "us"?

"I miss you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" he stood up and started coming towards me, making me take a cautious step back whenever he would take one further.

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me. I've been missing you like crazy. I was an idiot."

"St-stay back, will you?"

My back soon hit the wall behind me as my eyes frantically searched for an escape route.

"Emi, I miss you, and I'm so incredibly sorry. I promise I will do better. Please forgive me." He spoke gently, making my heart melt. "I don't know what you did to me, but God... I can't even sleep without you. It's been agonizing without you. So please..."

He arrived in front of me and placed his right hand on my cheek, lifting my face to look at him.

Fuck this weak heart.

What should I do? I thought, knowing damn well how powerless I was when it came to him. I closed my eyes shut, but I still felt him on my skin, fingers grazing my cheek tenderly, his strong cologne intoxicating my thoughts. 

Would it really be so bad... if I gave in?

He pressed his lips on mine and, without overthinking it any further, I reciprocated the kiss, trying to forget all the bad memories we've made.

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Chapter 9 | Chapter 11

#stray kids #straykids #stray kids smut #stray kids masterlist #stray kids mafia #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #bang chan angst #stray kids angst #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #skz #lee minho #minho stray kids #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #felix #han jisung #seungmin #jeongin #yang jeongin

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

More TEXT CONVOS!! (Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself  💗💗) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it. 🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it 🍊: Please don't. 🍒: :( 🍊: I'm serious. 🍒: What even is inside? 🍊: It's a surprise.

🍒: About to take a bath, alone 🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me 🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder 🍒: Or run their hands down my body 🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??

🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea 🍊: I can't hold it in 🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?

🍊: How would you feel if I shaved? 🍒: Please just tell me you didn't 🍊: Well... 🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love 🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?

🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home?? 🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️ 🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses 🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission 🍊: I'm so in love with you

🍊: [1 image attached] 🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table 🍒: You look lovely

🍒: Hello my mandarin 🍊: We're not doing this

🍒: I think Tan hates me 🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that? 🍒: That was meant for Lem 🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you? 🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him 🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question 🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :( 🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine 🍒: You have to ask :( 🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine? 🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]

[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine. 🍒: ENOUGH

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing? 🍒: What did you do? 🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see 🍒: Lemon what did you do? 🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆 🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊 🍋: I broke your heels 🍒: ... 🍒: Well did you at least take some photos?? 🍋: You know it 🤪 🍋: [5 images attached]

🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train 🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :( 🍋: Tell him to mind his business

🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere 🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me

🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼

🍒: He's my little anal ☺️ 🍒: ANGEL 🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL 🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED 🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM 🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍒: Do you ever just 🍋: Yeah, but 🍋: Yk? 🍒: Damn man I sure do 🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat? 🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽❓ 🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!! 🍊: I'm so done with you both

🍋: Should I dye my hair? 🍊: Absolutely fucking not 🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!! 🍋: Love you guys 🫶 🍋: I already bought the hair dye 🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK? 🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood 🍋: So green or blue? 🍊: I will smash your head through a window 🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!! 🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker

🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging] 🍒: These look so good! 🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer 🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying 🍊: Would you stop it already? 🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem] 🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🍒: 🤣 🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem] 🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP

+ bonus 🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head 🍊: It's driving me nuts 🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her 🍋: Talking about her again? 🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob 🍋: So did you ask her out? 🍊: What do you think? 🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy 🍊: Fuck off

🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination 🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone? 🍋: Girl

hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓

THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..

^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????

^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face

^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩

^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭

^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”

^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭

^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao

#ask #💺 #tangerine headcanon

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House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes

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Dividers Used: Link Starring: Daemon Targaryen & Freyja Skjaldmeyjar-Targaryen [Female Reader]

Freyja: Go fuck yourself. Daemon, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Freyja: What’s your body count? Daemon: Do you mean sex or murder?

Daemon: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Freyja: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Daemon: Freyja, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with? Freyja: …People?

Daemon: Stop doing that. Freyja: Stop doing what? Daemon: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Freyja: What happened to your nose? Daemon: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Freyja: I feel like doing something stupid. Daemon: I’m stupid, do me.

[Incorrect Quotes Modern AU] Daemon: This date is boring! Freyja: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Daemon: Then why did you invite me? Freyja: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Freyja I'll do whatever I want! ---------------------------------------------

Freyja: Daemon, you're my best friend. Daemon: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Daemon: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

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Freyja: How would you like your coffee? Daemon: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Freyja, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Freyja: I like your new pants! Daemon: Thanks, they were 50 off! Freyja: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. winks Daemon: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Freyja: That’s… not what I meant. Daemon: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Freyja.

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Daemon: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message. Freyja: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

Freyja: Do you think sex without love is a sin? Daemon: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

Freyja: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Daemon, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Freyja: Do it coward, you won't.

Freyja: Daemon and I are no longer dating. Daemon: Freyja, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Freyja: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Daemon: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Freyja: I— Freyja: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Daemon: Kill him. Freyja: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

Freyja: Just say when. Daemon: When. Freyja: I- Freyja: Now or later? Daemon: Oh.

Freyja: Daemon, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Daemon: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Freyja: I’m sorry for being annoying. Freyja: It will happen again.

Freyja: Daemon taught me to think before I act. Freyja: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Daemon: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Freyja: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Freyja: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Daemon: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

#House of the Dragon #house of the dragon #Daemon Targaryen #daemon targeryan #House of the Dragon Incorrect Quotes #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x fem! reader #daemon targaryen x f! reader #female reader #fem reader #fem! reader #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [female reader] #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [fem reader] #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [f! reader] #Freyja Skjaldmeyjar [ oc insert] #oc insert #reader insert

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A Thousand Days With You (4)

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Satoru pants as he rests his head against the bathroom wall. He fists his cock, gripping tightly as he squeezes the base and moves upward towards the head with frantic motions. Fuck him. That was an energy massage? He squeezes his eyes shut. The bathroom light is far too bright, even with the bandages over his eyes.

Everything is clearer. Brighter. Hell, he can still smell her sweet floral scent now. Her energy shimmers under his skin, taunting him with what could have been. What should have been.

Fuck, he's close. He lets out a shuddering breath. His body racked with pleasure. He should have known. Should have put a stop to it before it began, but damn if he wasn't curious. Gripping the head until it is almost painful, he drags his hand up and down. His other arm trembles from the sensations threatening to take him over.

Kagome has to know. She just has to. There is no way she can't tell what her powers do to him.

Shit.

He can see it so clearly. Her big brown eyes, those soft full lips, and those fucking legs that go on for miles. Needs to have those legs wrapped around him while he ...He's losing his mind. Going crazy for a woman he barely knows. A strangled groan claws its way out of his throat, and he comes with Kagome's name on his tongue. Satoru lifts his head and then bangs it against the wall.

What is wrong with him? He can't be fantasizing about her. Satoru opens his eyes and looks down at the mess. Damn. His cock twitches in his hand, ready to go again.

"I can't," he says with a sigh. Girlfriends are a pain and Kagome doesn't strike him as the type to be okay with a one-night stand. His chest tightens as his brows bunch together. Great, now he's being even more irrational.

Shoko. He needs to go see Shoko and get checked out. There is something terribly wrong with him.

"Who died?" Shoko asks, leaning against the railing as she lights a cigarette. Her hair is pulled back today in a low ponytail. The bags under her eyes are less puffy than they were last week. She must be getting more rest.

"No one." Satoru chews on his tongue. How to approach this? Just come out and say it? "I need a physical."

Shoko nearly drops the cigarette, but she catches it and puts it out with the back of her hand. "You need a physical? You have rct, what do you need me for?" The last part comes out slightly bitter.

"I value your opinion?"

Shoko huffs. "Whatever. Fine. Follow me." She slides the unused cigarette in her coat pocket. Her steps brisk. "Have you talked to Yaga?" She leads them to her office and waits for him to sit down on the examination table.

"Nah, it doesn't concern him." At least not yet. He hopes he doesn't have to explain this situation to Yaga. There is something inherently wrong with that. Satoru unwraps the bandages and sets them down next to him.

The room is bright. Way too vivid.

Shoko hums and places her hand on his abdomen. Feels wrong, like something doesn't want her curse energy anywhere near him. He frowns. It's never felt like that in the past when he did need her help, so why does it feel off now? Shoko pulls her hand back. Steam rises from it as if she's been burned.

"Satoru, what the hell?" Shoko stares at her hand. The steam should have dissipated by now, but it's still going. "Did you get hit by something?"

He shifts. "Not exactly. Long story short, the new teacher I'm advocating for is a priestess. She said my energy was all twisted up, and she offered to help." Though the reason he was all bent out of shape is because of Kagome, not because there is something wrong with him.

Shoko flexes her hand and wiggles her fingers. The steam stops. Thank Kami. A little concerning that it took this long for Shoko's healing to kick in.

"Did it burn you?"

Satoru bites his lip. It didn't burn him per se, but it ignited a fire within him that can't be quenched. "It doesn't hurt. It didn't hurt. But...," he trails off. How much is too much?

"Just come out and say it. You asked for my opinion." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cigarette and her lighter. "I can't help if I don't know what the hell is going on."

"It feels good. Really good. That massage was... I had to go home and jerk off." There he said it with a straight face, too.

Shoko stares at him and then takes a drag of her cigarette. "This massage turned you on?"

"Energy massage. She used her—"

"I got it." She rubs her forehead. "And you said she was a priestess?" At his nod, Shoko continues, "Well, that explains why your body reacted that way."

"I got hard because she's an attractive priestess?"

Shoko sucks her teeth and then takes another long drawl of her cigarette. "No, dumbass, I meant your body burning me. Whatever massage she gave you made your curse energy more potent, and it didn't want mine poking around. From what I could see, is that your reverse curse energy isn't working as hard. How does your brain feel?"

Satoru shrugs. "Fine. Feel lighter." That could be because he jerked off earlier, but whatever. "So my rct isn't working as hard to keep my brain refreshed?" That's oddly refreshing? Maybe he should be worried, but he can't muster up the energy to be that concerned.

"No, not from what I could gather. There's probably more, but whatever she did to you, it didn't want my curse energy there."

"Makes sense. Foreign to my body and all." He jumps off the table and puts his bandages back on. Still, he doesn't know why her energy turns him on so much, and so help him if her energy works the same on anyone else. He clenches his fists at his sides.

Yeah, no. No one else is getting an energy massage.

"If she's going to be a teacher here, then Yaga will want to know. Maybe see how much better everyone performs after one of her massages." Shoko walks over to the counter and puts the cigarette out. "So long as it doesn't turn everyone on like it does you, I don't think it would be a problem."

Satoru grits his teeth so hard, he tastes blood. Not happening.

"That sounds like a terrible idea," he spits out. "What if they get hurt and need you to heal them, but you can't because their curse energy rejects your healing?"

"... That's possible. But it might not do that. There are too many variables. Could always test it out on Ijichi since he's in no real danger."

The lightbulb flickers.

"Too many variables. We shouldn't rush into this. Kagome will need time to acclimate to Jujutsu High. Teaching here will be a lot different from teaching at Megumi's school."

"She's Megumi's teacher?" Shoko lets out a whistle. "Is that how you found her?"

"Parent-teacher conference. Megumi beat up some more kids." His phone buzzes in his pocket. He glances at the message and immediately embarrassment floods his system hotter than a hot spring.

"Something happen?"

"I forgot my shoes at her place."

"... You forgot your shoes?"

"I had to get out of there. Telling ya, there's something wrong with me."

"There's something wrong with you alright. You found a woman you're attracted to."

He scoffs. "You make it sound like I don't like women."

"More than physical since you're so adamant about not telling anyone else about how one of her massages makes your curse energy more potent. Visceral."

"It's called looking out for my new coworker. Whatever happened to being there for your colleagues?"

"If that's the lie you want to tell yourself." Shoko shoos him out. "But you better figure it out before she officially starts here and interacts with other sorcerers."

The hell does that mean?

"It's fine. She's already interacted with Ijichi and it's not like I lost my mind over it." He glances over his shoulder. Shoko's expression is not convinced. "Anyway, thanks for checking me over." He waves goodbye and tracks Ijichi down. They still have missions to finish today. He'll respond to Kagome when it feels like his face isn't going to combust.

A few days later...

"Why are you here?" Megumi questions, shifting his bookbag to the side. Satoru ignores him and instead waits for Kagome to show her face. "Are you ignoring me?"

"Where's Tsumiki?"

"Tutoring someone at the cafe. She got out faster than I did," Megumi mutters.

"That so..." Satoru waves at the other teachers, who blush and giggle as they walk by. Where the hell is she? Kagome sure is taking her sweet time. "Ya don't have to stay."

"I'm not going anywhere. You're being weird and Kagome-sensei does not need to deal with you."

Satoru makes a face, inwardly jumping for joy at the utter look of disgust on Megumi's face. Like hell he is going anywhere. Doesn't Megumi understand how much he had to rearrange his schedule to make it here on time?

"She's going to be working with me soon," he reminds Megumi as he pushes his glasses up. Any moment now, Kagome should be walking out those doors. The sun breaks through the clouds and Kagome walks out the doors with a much longer skirt than she wore over the weekend.

Thank Kami.

He waves his hand high in the air. "Over here, Kagome!" he calls.

"It's Kagome-sensei," Megumi grumbles. "Or at least Higurashi-sensei."

He ignores Megumi and beams when Kagome heads their way.

"Satoru? I didn't know you would be stopping by today." Kagome glances at Megumi, who shakes his head and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "You should have told me. I would have packed your shoes."

"His shoes?"

Satoru shifts, blocking Megumi from view. The glare is hot enough to burn concrete. "Spur of the moment. I just thought I'd stop by and see how you are doing. Yaga and the higher-ups want to have a meeting with you sometime this week if you are free." A meeting they don't want him joining for whatever reason.

Kagome scrunches her nose. "You don't have to worry about me." She tilts her head to the side. Her long dark hair shines blue in the light. Vanilla-rose dances under his nose and he inhales like the greedy man he is.

"Feeling like yourself?" He takes her bag from her and matches her pace as they head in the opposite direction of Megumi's apartment.

"Oi!" Megumi says from behind them, "Don't you have something to train me on today?"

"No—"

"Oh, you don't have to walk me home. I can bring your shoes to you another time." Kagome flashes him a smile so bright it feels like he's been sliced open and dissected.

He kind of likes it.

Kind of hates it.

"I'll see you back at school, Megumi-kun. You know you have to do your homework first." Satoru throws an arm around Kagome and ushers them forward.

"Oi!"

"Finish your homework first," he says over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out at the slack-drawn expression on Megumi's face. He can't believe Megumi of all people is trying to stop him from spending time with Kagome. The nerve. No loyalty. He outta buy Megumi a cheap coat this year for Christmas with that attitude.

"If you're busy, you really don't have to follow me home." Kagome lets out a small yawn. "Your energy is better today. I'm glad the massage helped. I was worried with how you left that it did something wrong to you."

His muscles stiffen and then relax. "It was super effective, but I don't think you should give those out to anyone else."

"Why not? If they are as pent up as you, surely, they need some relief, too?"

The clouds darken overhead, and the sun hides for cover. They need some relief? The fuck they do. They've been surviving this long without one. They can keep going as they have been.

"I think it might rain. We should move faster. Left my umbrella at home." Kagome tries to shrug out of his hold. She huffs.

"I got checked out by our healer, Shoko, and we still don't know what the lasting implications are. I don't think we should introduce it to anyone else... for now." Or never.

"You aren't the first person I've done that for, but they didn't react like you either."

Thunder booms and the rain comes down hard with a vengeance. Civilians run and try to find shelter. Some pull out their umbrellas and carry on as if they expected it to rain.

"We aren't getting wet?" Kagome looks at him with so much wonder, his chest puffs out a bit. Finally, she sees how strong he is.

"Infinity." Good to know that her being so close to him does not affect his infinity blocking everything else out. "Did you want to get dinner?"

"Dinner? Don't you have to train Megumi-kun later?"

He forgot about that lie Megumi made up. They don't have training today, but he went along with it.

"Not like I'm gonna train him through dinner."

"Well, I appreciate the offer, but I'll have to decline. I already have plans tonight."

Plans?

"Ugh, you're so mean," he says with a sigh. "What kind of plans?"

"Oh, just a date," she says it so nonchalantly, as though her words haven't gutted him. As if she isn't about to go out on a date with someone that isn't him. And after that massage she gave him too? He feels a little used.

"Really?" His voice rises impossibly high. "Where at? What time?"

Kagome laughs, shaking her head. "And why would I tell you that?"

Why? That's a good question and he doesn't have an answer for her, so he keeps his thoughts to himself until they reach her apartment. He waits outside the apartment as she brings him the shoes he left.

"Because?" he says, clutching his shoes to his chest. Maybe she'll take pity on him and give him the information he wants.

"Please. You aren't my dad. I'm not telling you."

Or maybe not.

"What if I want to be your daddy instead?"

A blank expression crosses her face as the silence stretches to an awkward state. Kagome leans forward and presses a hand to his forehead. Her palm is soft. Unbelievably so. Like the finest silk.

"You don't feel warm, but maybe you're right about that massage. I don't know why it's affecting you differently than everyone else."

"Because I'm the strongest?"

Laughter spills from those full lips, and her whole body is racked with laughter. He presses his lips into a firm line. He was being serious for once.

"I don't think that's why, but we can figure it out some other time." She takes a step back inside her apartment. "I'll be by Wednesday after school lets out. You don't have to come get me. I can just head that way with Megumi-kun."

But he wants to come get her.

"So, about that date..."

"Have a nice night, Satoru." She closes the door in his face without any remorse.

He wets his lips, staring at the door, willing it to open up, but the door doesn't listen because it's a bitch like that.

This is bad.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #crossposted on ao3 #kagome crossovers

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Sup Rogue! Got another req that pops in my mind, sorry for the influx of my requests but I can't help it when you are the first one that I found that actually knows the things I absolutely adore.

KHR x Wednesday

Reborn!Reader is the school flirt but can be a bit of a recluse sometimes, underneath all of that facade is a hitman that can take down famiglias in Italy when hired to do so with their trusty shape shifting companion, Leon. Throughout the day in Nevermore, Leon is always seen on top of Reader's head and shoulder and many assume that Leon is just a pet chameleon. Wednesday got interested into Reader when she got a glimpse of their true personality when defending someone from bullies.

Wednesday x Reborn!Reader

A cell phone sounds in the cafe known as The Weathervane. Everyone looks at their phone, thinking it's theirs but it's only one.

Yours.

"Pronto."

The rest of the cafe goes back to their mundane activities unknowingly sharing their space with a world renowned hitman.

Your coffee order arrives alongside your pastry and you dig in, speaking in Italian to whoever was on the other line. Some Nevermore students, your classmates, take notice of you when they enter the shop. They giggle at the sight of you, cool and suave, and you give them a wink, making them swoon. With a smile, you hang up the phone and dig into your meal.

"Well, Leon," you address your chameleon companion. "It seems I get a bit of a break. Viper is taking the job." You hold up a piece of your pastry and Leon sticks his tongue out to munch on it. "I wonder how much they got paid to do that."

The sound of bells draws your attention to the door, where you see one Wednesday Addams walk through. The goth was an interesting person to witness. While you knew better than to flirt with her, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity when she's involved.

You hear the soft chirp of your companion and turn your head in the direction he's looking. Across the street, there's a poor outcast being pushed around by a group of four. You frown when you see them move into an alley.

"You'd think they'd know better..."

You down the rest of your coffee and leave a tip on the table before striding out the door. You don't feel the eyes on you as you leave.

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"Get off me, man!" The young outcast yanks fruitlessly at his arm, trying to release it from the grip of his tormentors. The only response he gets is a swift kick in the stomach.

"You outcasts ain't nothin'," yells one of the normies. "Why we even let you in our town is a mystery to me."

The bullies surround the poor boy, preparing to beat him to a pulp. The outcast whines in desperation as he looks for an escape route. Soon, his eyes turn onto you at the mouth of the alley.

"Four against one? My, my. How strong you boys must feel."

The bullies turn to look at you. Two of them advance on you with venom in their eyes.

"And what are you gonna do about it? You're still outnumbered." You just let out a chuckle. Leon climbs from your shoulder to your head.

"I may be outnumbered, but you're outclassed."

One of the bullies roars as he charges at you. In a simple move, you just sidestep and trip him, letting his momentum send him crashing to the ground.

"Tsk tsk. Rookie mistake." You eye the other one advancing on you and prepare for his attack. He's more cautious about attacking you, but you aren't even in a stance. To him, you're wide open.

He moves to tackle you, bent low and barrelling his shoulder into your stomach. You get pushed back, but the impact doesn't do much aside from that. You clasp your hands together above your head and bring them down onto his back with a meteor fist. When he lets go of you, you grab his head and send a knee towards his nose.

The other two standing by the bullied outcast find pipes and arm themselves with them. They start banging the walls to try and intimidate you. It just makes you smile.

"Let's see if those will do you any good."

You're suddenly grabbed from behind in a full nelson. The first guy you dealt with is back up and taking his chance. The other two charge forward, weapons raised high. As soon as they swing down, you bend over with a smirk, taking your grappler with you. There's a cry of pain as the one attached to you gets hit and falls to the ground once again.

"That's two down. Who's next?"

"What you think you're gonna do?" One yells out. "We got weapons."

"Oh? I hadn't noticed." You chuckle and reach up to Leon, letting him climb onto your hand. "Let's even the odds then, hm?"

Leon starts to glow and change shape. His body stretches out into a thin rod and takes the form of a police baton. For the first time, you take a stance with Leon in your hands.

"Well? Let's dance."

Without another warning, you leap forward and take your place in between the two bullies. In quick succession, you alternate strikes between the two, starting low at the knees and making your way up until you twist in a roundhouse strike at their heads, knocking them both out at the same time.

After ensuring that they won't be a bother anymore, you make sure the outcast was all right and let him go. You dust off your uniform and turn to leave, only to find an unexpected sight.

Wednesday Addams inspecting your work.

"Impressive. Concise strikes for quick takedowns. Narrow alley so they don't surround you." Dark eyes look at the chameleon on your shoulder. "A unique companion for assistance. You're much more than the flirt I thought you were."

You just shrug with a sly smile. "Looks can be deceiving. Especially if planned that way."

Wednesday hums in agreement. She takes a final look at the bullies scattered around before looking at you once more.

"I believe you can be of use to me. Come with me to the Weathervane and we'll discuss further."

With a simple turn, she makes her way back across the street. You just look at Leon and shrug before following.

"Yes ma'am."

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday (netflix) #asks #requests

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

after reading your HMMK/Susato analysis post, I think that's part of why I love that Susato and Ryuu found each other- she's finally got someone who understands and responds to the devotion and care she shows her loved ones <3 and why I teared up more than a little when they were forced apart for six months. and I imagine the fact that Ryuu couldn't lie to Susato if his life depended on it helps

BANGING MY FIST ON THE TABLE. YOU GET IT, ANON!!!!!! The Ryuu-Susato bond gets to me so much. I love them both dearly. Ryuunosuke is just such a good, honest, and open man, and he's so careful to always, always tell her how much she and her help mean to him. It must be such a breath of fresh air compared to Susato's more reserved relationships with her father and Kazuma, and whenever I see them interact with one another, I'm always like, "this is what love looks like!! In whatever form it may be, this is love!!!" I love them. They're so important. When Susato had to leave, I was devastated. And so was Ryuunosuke, and that's what it's all about, baby!!! Him calling her "the best judicial assistant in the world" had me on the floor, God. It's not even that he physically can't lie to her (so many tells. So, so many.), it's that he simply won't. He trusts and respects her too much for that, and I think, to an extent, he understands how much breaking that trust would do to her. The three most important men in her lives! Lied to her! For so long! He won't do that. He just won't. He's her partner through and through, and that's an honour he won't take lightly. Ryuunosuke and Susato, man. Ryuunosuke and Susato.

#shaking crying on the floor i love them so much. made this about susato but also! how she trusts and believes in him the whole way after she #gives him karuma! even when he wont trust himself! even when she doesnt trust HERSELF! she trusts in ryuunosuke to find the truth and do #what's right! he's already the best attorney in her eyes! she's his greatest judicial assistant! do you see!! do you understand!!!! them!!!! #im insane. obsessed. love them so much. also thank you very much for the ask and reading the hmmk rant. i appreciate u #💘💞💘💖💗💓💓💘💞💘💓❤️💓💘💞💗💓💓❤️💓 #asks for the notebook #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers

[maximumkingdomstarlight]

Arrogant hearts

Chapter 11

this white-haired man sitting next to you with a grin as he looked around at the table made your lips part in guilt, you used his card to buy everything and still forgot him for the whole day. biting the inside of your cheek, you squeezed your eyes shut, cocking your head to the side.

"I... was just about to remind you" You mumbled while taking your purse, which was lying next to your thigh. you held out his card to him. "sorry" you muttered. 

Gojo took the card with a small nod and a smile "it's fine, but as I said before... my presence is too much to forget, Y/N" 

you rolled your eyes, forcing a sarcastic smile as you looked back at him "yeah, but I keep forgetting, maybe it isn't actually unforgettable as you think so" 

"ouch, that hurt, I didn't know you could be this mean" he grinned, his pearly white teeth shining from the light on the ceiling of the dining room. not only his teeth, but his skin was also glowing, just how perfect was this man?

"you don't seem hurt" you said while looking back at the Nanami and the others, before Gojo could reply, Nanami spoke.

"you don't even drink, why did you buy all this Sake, Gojo-san?" the blond haired man asked, his deep voice resonating through the shoji blinds.

"oh, that's for you guys... and my dear assistant" Gojo replied, twisting his hand to indicate you, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you, from above his dark blue sunglasses and below his snow-white hair.

"I don't drink much too" you said while shaking your head a little.

"eh?" Gojo looked at you, he blinked twice in surprise, his blinks were showing from the small movement of his bangs

"why?" you asked blankly.

"I brought it for you, you have to drink..." he said with his usual pout, turning his whole body towards you. "you didn't drink after coming back to Japan, right? no, no, you should taste this Sake, it's tasty" he added, his arms crossed. what a child?

"Sensei, aren't you being childish right now? you don't drink, so what's wrong with L/N-sensei not wanting to drink?" the raven haired boy asked with a sigh, hid eyebrows knotted together as he watched his teacher acting more childlike than any other students in the room.

"don't be jealous just because you are too young to drink" Gojo said, arguing with a teenager, and when asked for his age, he shamelessly say he is 27 years old.

"I'll drink when I want" Fushiguro said, looking at the 27 year old like an adult looking at their stubborn 5 year old.

"then wh-" Gojo was about to complain, his pout being more visible than before. but he was interrupted by you.

"I said I don't drink much, it counts as long as I taste, right?" you asked with a sigh. Itadori and Kugisaki were already digging in after a while of watching the banter.

you took your chopsticks with a small smile "you guys should start eating too, don't waste time on trivial things" you said while taking a bite, you hummed in satisfaction as your eyes closed, your taste buds filling with the spicy meat flavor "mhm! it's tasty... Itadori-kun, you are a genius" you said while looking at the pink-haired teenager.

"I chold you, right? but 'shh not me, you guysh helped me a lot choo" he said, putting his kind heart on display while his appetite was showing as well with his mouth full of a meatball. 

Everyone laughed while Nanami silently took a sip from the sake he poured himself after excusing himself. Fushiguro, who was next to Itadori, hit the pink haired head with his fist "eat or talk, choose one" 

"hearing you say Itadori is a genius must hurt real geniuses, L/N-sensei" Kugisaki joked with a scoff. making Itadori huff.

"you are just jealous" Itadori replied.

after a while, one bottle was finished, only being drunk by you and Nanami drinking, since you two were the adults. No, Satoru isn't an adult, he just keeps joking and making the cola Inumaki and Itadori drink come out of their mouths as mist. can't call an adult to someone like him.

and the thing was, the Sake was tasty, just as Gojo said, and Nanami was so good at drinking too. even though he was tipsy, it couldn't be seen by his face, like yours. your eyes were drooping, closing by themselves as you giggled quietly to yourself.

"Nanamin~" you said while leaning to his ear, the name Nanamin was intriguing to you.

"please don't call me that, Y/N" he said blankly, glancing at your flushed face, rosy cheeks and lips as you kept smiling to yourself. his gaze softening just a tad bit.

"why~? that name is cute... Itadori is a genius, I told you" you said while rocking your head from side to side. "I'm gonna call you that name forever" you said in a sing-song tone.

Kugisaki and Maki were singing with the portable karaoke machine. the booming sound, plates clattering and chitter chatter between everyone were all mixed together.

"I think you should get some rest now, Y/N... shall I take you to your room?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing again.

"hah? you want to come to my room?" you asked, lending your ear towards his lips.

"n-no" he looked away, his eyes shut as he cleared his throat. a soft shade of pink covering his ears "I'll drop you off of your room, you are drunk"

"you are drunk too" you mumbled, a pout on your lips.

"I am not that drunk" he replied with a sigh.

"you are" you replied

"I am not"

"you are" 

"I am not going to do this with you" he said while standing up with another sigh before bending down to help you up. one of his strong forearms under your armpit, pulling you up, as his free hand rested on your other elbow. after successfully standing up, you leaned to his shoulder with a soft sigh, noticing you couldn't even stand properly, you giggled again.

"I am flying" you said between your giggles

"no, you are not" he replied. 

when you felt another hand on your shoulder, you looked up at Nanami with furrowed eyebrows, wondering if he had more arms than two.

"I'll take her"  you heard the familiar voice, more deeper than usual, or was it your imagination?

"Gojo-san, I can take her to her room" Nanami replied.

"you are drunk too, I'll take her" the white haired man said again.

"but I am more responsible even though I am drunk" Nanami said with his eyes squeezing shut in annoyance. his jaw clenching.

Seeing that only made Gojo smirk, even though he felt irritated by the blonde's words  "do you think I will take advantage of her while she's in this state?" Gojo said while pulling you to his chest "and you can hold on to much of my annoying behavior more than that if you were sober"

Gojo's scent was... good. you took a deep breath, taking in his scent more.

Nanami sighed "please, take good care of her" admitting defeat since he felt he was not in his right mind, seeing you like that only made his face grow hotter.

"ah, that's what I am saying" Gojo gave his signature smirk before taking out his phone and doing a quick call to Ijichi-san before turning back to Nanami, who was slowly but hesitantly taking his hands off you. yes, he didn't trust any drunk or sober woman near Gojo Satoru. and especially a drunk, you. but this feeling in his chest was too strong, the feeling to keep you close, hold you close. he was scared he might do something he would regret, he didn't want to take advantage of a drunk friend.

"Ijichi-san will be here to take you, be careful, Nanami" Gojo said, his hand snaking around your back, and his other hand taking your purse and phone. "bye guys~ my assistant is just a fingertip away before embarrassing herself... so I'm gonna be her knight in shining armour" Gojo said while turning around with you. "don't even think about touching that other bottle, and... uh... I think you should also go get some sleep now" he added.

and after what felt like for an hour, of giggling, and blabbering of you and some comments from Gojo, you guys came infront of your room. Gojo smiled while looking down at you clinging on to him like a koala. he pushed the door handle down only to notice the door was locked.

"huh? why is this locked? did you lock it?" he asked while looking at you, playing with the hem of his shirt, making him feel more than just one thing at the same time.

"stuff... so I locked" you mumbled, he had to clench his jaw to compose himself. he used two of his fingers to pull away the shirt from your hands.

you looked up at him "are you angry? did I do something wrong?" you asked, your eyes looking up at him, filled with sadness.

"no, just... it's killing me" he mumbled, gulping down.

"what is?" you asked.

"you are"

His sunglasses were on his shirt, making his ocean blue eyes visible to you. those oceans were filled with desire and need. he looked at you, vulnerably pleading you to do something to him first.

"I am controlling my cursed energy though" you said, feeling confused 

He chuckled, his eyebrows furrowed "not that, it can kill me" he said and sighed "where's the key?" he asked and tapped the door.

"purse"

his hand dived into your purse before another thought. but it was empty, only some cash, and cards.

"nothing here" he said and rubbed the top of his eyebrow with a finger "is there any other pla-" he sighed while looking at the closed door "it's inside" his six eyes working.

"hm?" you asked, your glossy lower lip jutting out.

"the keys are inside, why..." he sighed. suddenly remembering you wanted to get an apartment for yourself made him think of an amazing idea. "let's go to my place" he smiled.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk

[hooman-tree]

can we have some more (preferably fluffy) movie knuckles imagines? please and thankyou! they're just so,, qdhagdjvsndbss <33

Sure thing! And, I'm just honestly so-so glad that y'all love these Knuckles imagines! I might, consider doing som Sonic 'n Tails' ones too at some point!

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I M A G I N E - - 1 ; ;

You want to take some of Knuckles' grapes, but he won't allow it.

This is how it might go...

WARNINGS ;; NONE, JUST ADORABLE FLUFF FOR THESE 2 IMAGINES!

"Can I--"

"No."

"May I--"

"Nope."

"Just one, Knux!" A whine left the [Animal Name's] lips, as they groaned in exasperation and rested their head on the table.

The echidna clutched the bowl of grapes to himself, shaking his head and started to eat his grapes. "I'm afraid not, [Name]. Tom has assigned these grapes in my grasp, and mine alone."

[Name] pouted playfully at the echidna, tapping their chin in thought. "Sooo, can't I trade you anything for those grapes?"

"Nope." Knuckles sternly stated, shaking his head yet again and focused on eating his grapes. He thought that would be the end of [Name's] antics, but what they said next caught him off-guard, as a whole.

"Soooo....You wouldn't want to give away those grapes for a kiss?" An eye ridge was raised teasingly, at the flustered echidna that held a furious look of embarrassment on his face.

"Wh-WHAT?! NO!" He banged his fist against the kitchen table in retaliation, turning away from the teasing [Animal Name] to not show his flustered look.

[Name] grinned slyly at this, taking this as an opportunity to slip up a peck on the echidna's cheek, Knuckles' eyes widened as wide as space-saucers.

The sly [Colour] mobian then takes it as their chance to snatch away the grapes. They started to running off with them, laughing to themselves, as they left the shocked red mobian.

Knuckles was still sitting down on the kitchen stool, his dominant gloved hand was on his cheek of where [Name] did the crime of giving him a kiss there. His mouth was slightly open, agape.

Swallowing in his breath, the ongoing warmth didn't leave the echidna's cheeks, as he was brought back to his attention on the fact that [Name] was getting away with his bowl of grapes.

"[NAME]!"

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I M A G I N E - - 2 ; ;

'The Adventures of Young Knuckles + Young [Name]!' : Young Knuckles and young [Name] head on over to the river to try catch some fish.

This is how it'll go...

"[Name], how are you so fast?"

"That's easy! I'm the greatest of all, that's why!"

"That's not true!" The young echidna fired back, as the two were jumping across the small, rushing river by jumping on the rocks. "My father is the greatest of all!"

"Well, that is true....Then, I'm the third greatest of all!" [Name] raised their fist into the air triumphantly, before falling onto the river. The two stared at each other in silence for a bit, before bursting out into laughter.

Shaking themselves off, [Name] got out from the river and grabbed her spear from the red echidna.

"Why the third and not the second?" Knuckles raised an eye ridge, quite curious for the [Animal Name's] answer, as the two trekked onwards and slowly came to a stop by the river.

"Because, if your father is the greatest of all: that should leave room for my father to be the second greatest of all! Leaving me, third place! I thought, you were smart, Knux!"

The young echidna puffed his cheeks in annoyance at this, narrowing his eyes and jeered his spear up to the surface of the river, readying himself. "I am smart, and I thought, I told you to--"

"--'stop calling you that', right?" [Name] questioned impatiently, mocking Knuckles in the inquiring moment and they laughed. "Yeah-Yeah, I know, Knucklehead."

"Knucklehead?!"

"Yeah!" [Name] grinned, sending the annoyed echidna a flashy smile. As they faced the river, they started to quickly jab their spear into the water. Splashing water was going about onto them, as the fish that came nearby were scurrying away.

Young Knuckles noticed this, widening his eyes and pushed [Name] away gently. "No-No, stop!"

Young [Name] held a confused look, raising an invisible brow and let out a noise of confusion. "Huh? Why?"

"Because, you're scaring the fish away. You have to wait--"

"But, waiting is so boori-i-i-i-ing!"

The red echidna rolled his eyes at this, sighing through his nose. "You don't have to catch them yourself, I'll catch them."

[Name] let out an annoyed huff, tossing their spear away next to time and sat down with a huff. Resting their hands on their side of their face, they ended up dozing off.

The sound of a fish being splattered about with water splashing on [Name's] face was heard upon Knuckles' ears. He nudged the dozing [Animal Name] up, as they stood up abruptly and looked at him with confusion.

"Huh?"

"Here." He sternly said, giving the rattling fish to them, still holding it in one hand. Knuckles looked away, almost too embarrassed to even look at them.

[Name] looked at the fish, then at Knuckles and they smiled a toothy grin. Taking the fish, they then hugged Knuckles.

"Thanks, Knuckles!"

#young knuckles #movie knuckles x reader #knuckles x reader #gender neutral reader #sonic 2 movie #sonic 2

[gourdkeeper]

First of all, I am a H U G E fan of your Jamie Fics; literally obsessed! Your writing is so good!

I keep having this fantasy about being held hostage by the Mad Gear Gang, or the Crows or something (Usually you can hold your own, but their numbers just overwhelmed you), whilst on your way to meet Jamie, and he knows something isn't right, and comes to your rescue somehow? Add Fluff, and NSFW reward after being saved ;)

I'm not great at suggestions, but your writing is so awesome, I just needed to put something to you!

Thank you so much! ^^

Thank you so much!!!! Sorry it took me longer than expected to write this but here it is!! I hope it meets your expectations anon <3

Content warnings: established relationship, violence (reader gets kidnapped and roughed up), mentions of blood and wounds but nothing detailed, reader is tied and gagged until rescue, gender and sex neutral reader, mild nsfw at the end

Word count: 2429

The silence is deafening, the ringing in your ears is entirely too loud, not even your thoughts go over it. Everything's in a haze, your sight blurry, your head hanging low. You're in pain but numb simultaneously. Your forehead feels like it has been lit on fire. The sweat runs down your face and drips down onto the floor. Your clothes cling to you like you've just gone for a swim fully clothed. Why is it so warm in here? Why is it so dark? You try to move and get away but there is no give. Why can't you move? You taste the metal at your lips, why are you bleeding? You tug and feel rope burning, burrying and biting into your arms and you flinch. Your cheeks feel like tears have ran rampant and dried out just before you've came back to consciousness. Your mouth is parched. Water. You need water. Where are you? You can't think, all of your thoughts are cloudy or get scrambled up the moment they form.

You try to focus. Think. Where the hell are you? You try to tune out the ringing and buzzing. You can hear something. Someone? People are talking, you can hear someone banging their fists on a table. They're troubled over something.

Your head feels like it's spinning, if you weren't tied to a chair you would've long fallen flat on the ground.

Voices are approaching. You recognize one of them.

The door swings open at full force and the dim lights flicker on. You can barely force yourself to lift your head up to see who's there.

Thrasher?

Why... You thought you were on good terms with him.

"I can't EVER trust you guys to carry out an easy little task now can ?! I told you to take them hostage, not beat them an inch away from their lives what the fuck?"

"But boss! They fought back we couldn't just ask them politely to join us????" A smaller pawn blurts out excuses.

"Do you think I give a shit?“ Thrasher grips the smaller thug and shoves him away, "Get the hell outta my sight before I beat YOU to death!"

You can hear the guy scramble away, terrified for his own life.

You see the big gun's shoes approach in front of you but your head's much too heavy to lift and look straight at him.

*Splat*

The man spits at the ground and snarls, "This is fucking pathetic."

He takes his oversized hand and rests it on your head before pulling it up by the hair, "Yikes...look at you. You look like a pile of shit. Sorry about that buddy..."

He lets go of you and your head ragdolls down once more without a shred of resistance.

"See, the plan was to hold you hostage, not to nearly kill you but those IDIOTS" he yells as he punches the nearby wall, "obviously didn't get the memo."

The burly man pauses.

"I could never twist your arm, you're too stubborn and head strong, however. I was hoping that holding you here would let me get to someone else," he crouches down so that you can see each other, "Someone that cares for you. Yeah yeah, I know that's playing dirty... But y'know me and how I work ain't that right?"

You can't muster the strenght to speak out and answer.

Suddenly your mind flashes and your heart beat pounds at your brain. Your eyes widen.

Jamie.

You were on your way to a date with Jamie.

He must be worried sick about you.

Your mouth hangs open but no words come out.

Your head whips back painfully and you finally look at Thrasher in the eye, shock and fear painting your expression.

The piece of shit...

"Hah, finally perked up have you? Yeah. I've been trying to get to that vigilante peacekeeping idiot for awhile now. He keeps making me lose men and I've had just about enough of it."

His head draws closer to you, breath fanning on your face.

"That's when I spotted you with him being all lovey dovey and got the brilliant idea of using you as bait." He has a proud shit-eating grin across his face bigger than his stupid blue shades. "There was just nooo way that that righteous pompous fuck wouldn't come storming in here looking for his sweet little angel once he realizes you've gone missing. And that, is when I'll make sure he never fights anyone. Ever. Again."

Fear strucks you down like lightning. Jamie can surely beat Thrasher, hell, you yourself have beaten him and Jamie is a much more capable fighter than you but if he plays dirty... If he outnumbers him too greatly, the same way you were, and if he threatens him with your life... What if he wins.

Your heart threatens to leap out. You can't stand the idea of seeing your beloved master and partner getting his life beaten out of him. Specially because you were too careless and let them use you as bait.

Anger washes over you.

You want to beat this guy senseless. You want to remind him of who you are and to leave you the fuck alone together with Jamie. They're the ones causing trouble anyway! The audacity... But you can't even move. Hell, keeping your eyes open is hard enough as is. You are helpless and it makes you want to scream.

All you can hope for is that Jamie is smarter than this ruffian and doesn't let his emotions cloud his judgement if he does come to rescue...

The room has fallen silent once more. Thrasher got back up on his legs and is about to leave the room when the lightbulb above you begins flickering and shaking.

There's a commotion on the floor above. Jamie.

He has arrived.

You feel torn, you are hopeful and your heart flutters at the thought of being saved like a damsel in distress but you remember that they've been expecting him to come charging in anyway. It was their plan and he just entered the lion's den without a clue, only ready to swing to get to you.

"Well, only fitting that I put this on you yeah? Helps sell the whole hostage thing in case he makes it far enough to even lay an eye on you." He takes a rolled up bandana and shoves it into your mouth, tying it at the back and then patting your head like you're some dog.

"Boss he's here!!" A random thug yells while running past the door.

"Looks like your savior has arrived!" Thrasher flashes an ugly twisted smirk before trailing off, "Sorry about that, eh kid? Promise I'll leave you alone after I get rid of that pest!"

Your heart sinks. You start wishing and praying that Jamie goes away. Runs away and realizes it's a trap. You don't need saving. You'll be fine.

Your head is spinning once more. The commotion grows louder, there's sounds of thumping onto walls, cracks and yells. Until it grows silent.

Nothing is scarier and more nerve wracking than silence.

Seconds pass. Minutes pass.

Not a sound can be heard.

Is he looking for you?

Did he win? Did he lose?

It's hard to tell how long it has been since you've last heard a noise.

Your consciousness is running off.

You can't fall asleep, you need to stay awake. You need to know what's happening... You need to-

---

Something moves you and you feel yourself coming back to, opening your eyes slowly.

You've been laid sideways on the ground, rope being untied.

"Mhhmghph-"

Right. You're still gagged.

It's hard to look around, vision still blurry and confused from having passed out just moments before.

The figure helping and releasing you is obscured by the light against him but there's no doubt. It's Jamie, he really did come to your rescue.

His hands work the bandana out of your mouth and massage your sore jaw. Your mouth is parched.

"Are you ok? Can you hear me?"

You nod lightly while you try getting up and failing miserably.

"Jamie... I'm so sorry..." You feel tears welling up at your eyes. You feel so stupid for getting caught. He could have been hurt or even killed over this, over you getting involved with Mad Gear.

"Shhh none of that matters, you're with me now baby, you're safe." He wraps you in his jacket and envelops you in his arms, easily lifting you up and carrying you.

You can't help but cry onto his chest, you were so worried, you treasure Jamie far too much. He's wounded as well, he's limping, his lip has been busted open together with some small cuts on his left brow and you can see traces of bruising on his jaw.

"Jamie... You can put me down, you're hurt too, I'll walk!"

"Pfft, you couldn't even stand up... Don't worry about me." He looks lovingly down at you.

"...How did you know I was being held here?"

"I was worried because you're never so late and I had a feeling something was off and then. Then, they had Bao Bao Bro make a delivery to me and inside the takeaway box there was a picture, of you, roughed up together with an address."

His brow furrows as he explains. "I was so fucking angry, I just stormed in here immediately without even thinking, that's why I got hurt too but I still wiped the floor with their asses." He presses a smooch on your temple, "Anything for my angel."

"I love you so much Jamie" you pronounce your adoration while nuzzling your head on the curve of his neck.

"...! Did you fight Thrasher?" Curiousity spikes and you ask excitedly.

"That, I did, but the guy's a fraud and an even bigger coward so of course he managed to get away, tsk-"

"We'll get him together." You offer Jamie a soft smile.

---

He has carried you all the way from the Red Factory to your apartment.

He takes off your clothes and helps you clean up, disinfecting your wounds and kissing you softly before laying you in bed.

"Jamie... Will you... Will you please stay with me tonight?"

"I wasn't intending on leaving you in this state y'know?" He brushes his hand on your face, petting you lightly. "I was just gonna crash on the couch, so if you need me you know where to find m-"

"In bed. I want you in bed with me."

Your directness takes him by surprise.

"I mean, I- I can do that too. Like I said, anything for you my love." He peppers kisses on you, careful not to hurt you.

"I was so scared... I was so worried they got you..."

"You were scared? Pfft, you know I can handle myself, I don't watch over chinatown for nothing... But my heart sunk when I saw your picture-"

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull, throwing him off balance.

"Hey hey hey-! Watch out I don't wanna hurt you!" He tries to stop himself from crushing you but you couldn't care less and just squeeze him into the tightest of hugs.

"Baby..." He gently puts his arms around your head and let's you stay like this for as long as you want.

You start pressing kisses on his chest. Progressively getting more heated up. He lift your head up slightly by the chin, "What are you up to silly? You should be resting." He asks with a playful tone.

Him saving you and the idea of him roughing up everyone on his way has you turned on like no other.

"I want you Jamie."

"You want me how?"

"You know what I mean..." you whisper, looking up at him with pleading eyes

"...now?" The realization hits. "Are you... Are you sure?"

"Please... I want you inside me..."

He flushes red and feels his dick twitch as if on command.

He lets go off you and puts both arms at your sides to support his weight, "Please stop me if I hurt you at all ok?"

You nod, his concern is endearing.

"I need to payback my hero for saving me after all, no?"

---

You're both sweaty and clinging to the bedsheets. Jamie made sure you were properly worked up, going down and feasting on your sex and driving you to the edge before inserting himself into you.

The room is filled with sweet nothings swapped between each other and moans.

He's kissing you passionately as his thrusting grows more erratic by the second.

"Does that feel good?“ He breaks away from the kiss momentarily to check in on you.

You're too lost in pleasure you continuously whimper "don't stop" and "more", his name escaping your lips at times.

He takes it as a yes and keeps going, trying his best to hold it in himself.

"You're so perfect baby, you take me so well."

You didn't do missionary very often but he enjoyed it quite a lot. He liked being able to see you react to his performance, he liked it when your eyes rolled and your mouth hung open because the pleasure is overwhelming you. He liked that he could always kiss you while shoving himself balls deep in you. It was hot. It was sweet.

You liked it too, being able too see him grow needier for you and having the possibility of locking him tight with your legs and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"Jamie..!" You know you're not going to last much longer, your nails raking his back, your chest heaving heavily.

"Come with me, c'mon..." He speeds up and lifts your hips upwards. "Come with me baby...!"

You both manage to ride out your orgasms at the same time, he's holding tight onto you, peppering kisses all over your neck and chest and you're breathlessly mewling for him and digging your nails on his shoulder blades.

"I love you so much Jamie..!"

"I love you too..." He tries to regain his breath and slows down, hands massaging your ass as he gently pulls out, seed seeping from your entrance, leaving you empty.

"Imma need to clean up more than just your wounds now huh?“ He gets back up on his feet next to you in bed and picks you up once more. "What do you say to taking a bath together?" He winks with a sweet smile on his lips.

"I would love nothing more." You radiate with joy.

You couldn't possibly be any happier.

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #jamie street fighter #gourdkeeper #requests

[duskwoodgirl4life]

⚠️⚠️Trigger warning lots of violence, blood and sexual acts⚠️⚠️

Trap of lies

This is part of a collaboration with @x3kristax3

Chapter 4

I must of passed out in pain as I wake up my whole body is hurting I sit up and lean against the wall it feels like I've been trapped in this room for what feels like weeks but I know it's only been a few hours. My mind is still searching why I am here what as Jake been doing? Why hasn't he told me? Hell we have been together for long enough why couldn't he trust me?

I get snapped out of my thoughts as I hear the door opening in come two men with their faces covered one of them grabs me and shoves me onto the chair while the other ties rope around my wrists. I try too fight back but one of the men slaps me across my face nearly knocking me out of my chair. Both the men take a step back I can hear them talking but I can't make out what they are saying one of the men leaves the room leaving me alone with the other.

He picks up a bag and opens it out on a table the bag was full of different tools nearly all of them where rusty and full of dried blood I see him pick up a clamp and tightens it on my left hand.

MC: Please i beg you I don't know anything I swear he is just a simple merchant, wrong answer!! Masked man: Let's try this one again he tightens up the clamp even more I feel the bones in my hand breaking MC: arggghh please stop. He took no notice of my pleas and went too get another tool from his bag this time he picked up another old rusty bloody tool. He made sure my other hand was tied too the arm of the chair and started too drill into my arm multiple times blood running down my arm dripping onto the floor the pain was so bad.

Masked man: Now let's try this again tell me everything about Jake you will tell me all his secrets and you will tell them too me now, MC: I keep telling you I don't know anything please believe me. Masked man: You lying bitch!! His fist connected with my face completely knocked me over onto the floor still tied too the chair, masked man: you think I am going too believe you don't know anything? Think again he drags me up off the floor unties the rope and shoves me onto the table punching me in the face again and again.

He pulls down his trousers slightly exposing his hard cock, he grabs my hand and forces me too masterbate him while he holds onto my wrist he grabs hold of my breasts with his other squeezing them I can hear him moaning.

After a few minutes I feel a warm liquid running down my hand when I look he as ejaculated in my hand masked man: there is plenty more there that came from bitch you are my pet now there is no escape for you now. As he pulled up his trousers he grabs hold of me and looks straight into my eyes his eyes are cold it's like he's looking right through me he shoves me on to the ground I bang my head against the wall I can feel the lump coming up already.

MC: What is it I have too do for you too believe me? I really no nothing, masked man: you know what your man has his dirty little hands in a lot of business and you will tell me every little secret and you will tell me now!! You have one last chance. Okay stay silent that's okay all the more fun for me. He grabs hold of the rope and ties my hands together pushing me back onto the floor he grabs hold of a whip and starts whipping it across my back multiple times.

MC: ARGGGHH!!!! PLEASE STOP!!! tears running down my face he turned me over and started too whip my stomach over and over again he finally stopped and knelt down beside me moving my hair away from my face and removes his face cover MC: Richy!! Is that you? I start too lose my vision and everything goes black.

#duskwood #duskwood jake #everbyte game #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood richy #duskwood jake x mc

[toxickehlani]

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖭𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟪𝟫𝟧

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌.

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖷𝖷𝖵𝖨💔: 𝖯𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝖠 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Nazanin's POV

"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 later, babe. Love you." I bogusly smiled, kissing my boyfriend on the cheek.

"Love you too." He replied, keeping his attention on the table.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I walked out of the door. I stepped off the elevator to Eva's rental car and got in the driver's seat. After starting it up, I drove around the block and parked several vehicles behind Marcos.

About forty-five minutes passed when I saw Marcos walk out of the apartment building. I turned the car on and waited until he pulled out of his parking spot to follow him.

It was a good twenty minutes that I followed him until he pulled into a space at the park. I knew he was here meeting that bitch Destini. He got out of the car, walked to a picnic table, and hugged Destini.

The fucking nerve of him hugging his ex-girlfriend, then turning around and coming home to me. They sat at the picnic table talking, laughing in each other's faces like a big happy family. My blood boiled as I watched them. That rage came over me.

My breathing got heavy, and I just exploded. I banged my fists on the steering wheel repeatedly. How fucking dare Marcos treat me like this? I've given up everything to be with him. How could Marcos do this to me?

Watching them, I knew he could NOT get away with treating me like this. He must learn that there are consequences to cheating on me. Pulling out of the parking lot, I drove down the road and went to Eva Marie's house. I typed in the gate code and walked upstairs to her apartment. Within seconds she answered the door after I knocked on it.

"Hey boo, what's wrong?" Eva asked, eyeing the expression on my face.

"I can't take this shit anymore!" I screamed, grabbing a throw pillow off the sofa and tossing it across the room.

"What happened now?" My best friend asked, closing the front door.

"I followed Marcos before I got here and saw him go to his baby mama's house and hugged when she answered the door," I explained, plopping on my best friend's sofa.

"Did you confront him?" Eva questioned, sitting next to me on the couch.

"No," I answered, shaking my head.

"You should've. There's no way he should get away with that." My best friend pointed out, shaking her head.

"I know that, Eva. I don't know what I should do." I replied, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"Do you want to get back at them or what?" My best friend questioned as a wicked grin appeared on her face.

"I do." I nodded, smirking at her.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Something they'll never forget." I grinned as the wheels in my mind started spinning. A grin came to my face as I explained to her my brilliant plan.

"I love your way of thinking." Eva nodded in agreement, smiling at me.

"By the time we're through with them, they'll never forget about me." I laughed, rubbing my hands together.

"Which is exactly why we're best friends." Eva smiled, hugging me lovingly.

Destini's POV

   I stood in the kitchen with Alayah as we rolled dough in our hands. She wanted something sweet, so I decided to make chocolate chip cookies.

"Roll the dough and put it on the pan," I instructed my daughter as she had trouble rolling the cookie mix.

"Like this?" Alayah asked, looking at me for confirmation.

"Exactly. Good job, my love." I nodded, smiling as I leaned down and kissed her cheek

   Aaliyah placed the last rolled-up dough on the pan, and I set it in the oven. She wanted to set the timer to twelve minutes, so I allowed her to do that because she wanted to help.

"How long do we have to wait again?" My daughter questioned, stepping off the stool.

"Twelve minutes," I replied, cleaning up the mess.

I put all the ingredients away and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the chocolate chip treats to be ready. While the cookies were baking in the oven, I scrolled through Instagram on my phone when I came across a post that Marcos made.

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝟮𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗶

𝗦𝘄𝗶𝗽𝗲🔘⚫️

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗼 & 𝟥,𝟩𝟣𝟤 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝟮𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝖬𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾❤️‍🔥

👤 𝗶𝘁𝘇𝘇.𝗻𝗮𝘇

𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝟨𝟢𝟢 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗼 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽😂

➝ 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝟮𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗶 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

↳ 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲.𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝖫𝗆𝖿𝖺𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽🤣

↳ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆.𝗼𝗳.𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝖮𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉👏

↳ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝖨𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀🥹

𝗶𝘁𝘇𝘇.𝗻𝗮𝘇 𝖶𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌🤨

↳ 𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲.𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽🤨

   ↳ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝖡𝖺𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿😒

   ↳ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆.𝗼𝗳.𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗂 𝗐𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗄𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟬𝟭 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 ����𝗎𝗍

   ↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟬𝟯 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾😒

   ↳ 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗵 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁🤣

↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟬𝟲 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾😎

   ↳ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆.𝗼𝗳.𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍😂

   I laughed at the comments of my friends before the timer went off. Alayah screeched as she came running into the kitchen.

"COOKIES!" She screamed excitedly, jumping up and down.

"Stay right there next to the counter. It's hot." I replied, placing an oven mitt on my right hand.

   Carefully, I pulled the pan out and placed each hot cookie on the rack to cool off.

Twenty minutes afterward, I picked up a cookie and bit into it, hissing at the heat of it. I grabbed another one and handed it to my daughter. She bit into the treat, and her eyes lit up.

"It's so good, Mommy," Alayah said, nodding in approval.

"I know. We did good." I smiled, giving my daughter a high-five.

"Let's make chocolate milk." My daughter beamed excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

"You got it," I replied, laughing as she made a silly face.

   Grabbing the gallon from the fridge, Alayah picked up the syrup while I got two cups out of the cabinet. I helped her pour the milk, and she squeezed the chocolate inside the mugs. My daughter handed me a spoon, and we mixed the contents in the glass. There was never a moment in my life as a mother where I didn't want to be around my child because I love her with every fiber in my body. I enjoyed our little moments together and cherish them.

   I'm glad I ended up having her because when I found out, I was hesitant about raising a baby, especially by myself when Marcos was locked up.

Marcos's POV

   I stood outside the ring shadowboxing near the heavy bag as Dominic prepared to spar coach me. He walked over to me.

"So, for today's lesson, we will work on your punching power drills," Dominic announced as he checked the wraps on my wrists.

"Got it," I replied, nodding in approval.

"So, each round, you're going to throw your fist as hard as you can against the bag," Dominic instructed, showing me a demonstration. "The first round is going to be your jabs. Each round is two minutes long."

Once Dominic started the timer, I began punching the solid bag with some force, imagining it was Destini's boyfriend's face. The day Leo and I went to Kareem's job, and he brought up my past, it replayed in my mind, making my blood boil. Who does Kareem think he is? Does he think he can walk into the picture and take over my spot? Fuck no, because I won't allow it.

My heart pounded in my chest, and adrenaline coursed through my veins. All I could see was Kareem's face smirking at me when he brought up my past as if he knew me. The image of Destini flaunting a wedding ring on her finger that wasn't given to her by me flashed through my mind, and I lost it. Everything around me disappeared, and I unleashed everything I had inside me. Releasing a side of me I didn't know I had.

Everything around me faded away, and I found myself demolishing Kareem's face. His nose was busted and bleeding, his eyes were swollen shut, and I think he was missing a few teeth. It wasn't until I felt Dominic's hand on my shoulder that I snapped out of it.

"Hey man, calm down some, yeah?" He replied, patting my arm.

Heavily breathing, I backed away from the punching bag and walked away with my hands on my hips to catch my breath. It took between five to ten minutes to breathe. Dominic checked on me, asking if I was okay, and I nodded.

"I'm good," I assured, nodding as I returned to the punching bag.

"You sure?" He asked, staring at me.

"Yeah, man, I'm good. Let's go." I nodded, stretching my arms and shoulders.

My trainer nodded his head, and we got back to my workout. The next round I focused on was my cross punches. I mastered the textbook technique, developed speed & power, learned how to set up my crosses, punched through the targets, and turned the punches over. Overall, the entire workout was exhausting but thrilling. Every muscle in my arms burned.

Grabbing my gym bag, I found my water bottle and gulped a decent amount. I waved goodbye to Dominic and left the building to my car. I climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I decided to call Destini.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Hello?

What are you doing?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Nothing. I'm watching Coco with Alayah, why?

Is it okay if I pick her up and drop her off in the morning?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Sure. She's been asking for you all day anyway.

Okay, I'm going home first to shower, and I'll pick her up in thirty minutes.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - She'll be ready.

Thanks, Des.

Smiling, I hung up the phone and continued driving. Once I got home, I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked to my bathroom to shower. As I cleaned myself, I didn't hear Nazanin enter the bathroom. I jumped out of my skin when she pulled the curtain back.

"So you won't speak to me when you come in the house now?" She questioned, standing with her arms crossed.

"Oh, díos mío, Nazanin. Empieza a llamar." I gasped, looking at her. ( "Oh my god, Nazanin. Start knocking." )

"Sorry, but answer my question." My girlfriend demanded, leaning against the shower frame.

"I'm sorry. I'm late picking up Alayah, so I'm trying to hurry." I replied, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around my waist.

"You didn't tell me you were picking her up today," Nazanin said, following me to the bedroom.

Upon hearing that, I turned and looked at her confusedly. "Do I have to?"

"Well, if you're going to be around Destini, then yes." She nodded, giving me an ugly facial expression.

"Oh, my god, not this again." I groaned, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my clothes. "I'm only going to pick up Alayah and bring her back. She's spending the night."

"Well, I'm going with you anyway." She responded and walked out of the room before I could protest.

I shook my head as I got dressed. Walking to the living room, I grabbed my keys off the counter, and Nazanin followed me. We got in my car, and I drove to Destini's house. The same place I used to call home. When I arrived, I parked and looked at Nazanin.

"Look, don't start any shit, please," I begged, making her roll her eyes. "Not in front of my daughter."

"As long as she doesn't say anything to me, we're good." She replied, shaking her head.

   I sighed, shaking my head as I exited the car. Walking to the front door, I rang the doorbell and waited for Destini to answer. Finally, she opened the door with Alayah, smiling at me.

"Hi, Daddy." My daughter grinned, staring at me.

"Hello, baby girl. How are you?" I smiled, kissing her cheek.

"I missed you." She replied, smiling, showing all of her teeth. "Oh, me and Mommy made chocolate chip cookies."

"Mmm, they look good. I missed you too." I laughed, kissing her cheek again. "Have you been good for mommy?"

"Always," Alayah responded, nodding at my question.

   Looking at Destini, she sarcastically smiled at me, waving her hand. "Do you want her back at a certain time?"

"No, you can drop her off whenever you'd like. All you have to do is call me." The mother of my child replied, shrugging her shoulders. She adverted her attention behind me at my car. "Is that your wife?"

"Don't start, please." I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"She's the one that said it." She pettily replied, grinning at me

"Anyway, I'll see you later." I smiled, waving at her.

"Bye, mommy." My daughter grinned, hugging her mother.

"Have fun with daddy," Destini responded, kissing her forehead.

"Okay," Alayah said, running to the car.

   I helped Alayah into the pink booster, buckled her in, and got in the driver's seat. After starting the engine, I drove the car and headed home. Walking into the apartment, I set my daughter on her feet and grabbed her hand.

"I have a surprise for you." I smiled, looking at Alayah.

"What is it?" She giggled, bouncing on her feet.

   Smiling at her eagerness, I led her to the door that led to her bedroom. Opening it, I watched her look around, and when she realized it, her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Is this my room?" Alayah asks, beaming with happiness.

"Yes, it is. So when you come over, you have a room at Daddy's house with many toys." I nodded, answering her.

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy." My daughter smiled, hugging my neck.

"You're welcome, baby girl." I returned the gesture, hugging her.

Alayah ran inside, went under the bunk bed, and sat in the chair. She grabbed the stuffed doll and started playing with it, laughing and being a child. There was nothing more in this world I loved the most than seeing my daughter smile. Her bright smile made my heart swell. I didn't wish my life had changed without seeing her beautiful face.

   Walking to the living room, I sat on the couch and turned the TV on to an NFL game. Playing ahi at each other is the Dallas Cowboys vs the Los Angeles Rams. About ten minutes later, I heard little feet approaching me and saw Alayah. She climbed on the couch and sat next to me.

"I like football." She said, looking at me.

"How do you know this is football?" I asked, nodding my head to the TV.

"I watch it with Papa. His favorite team is the Cowboys." Alayah replied, smiling at me.

"You're so smart," I responded, kissing her head.

   The Rams started the game with Brett Maher kicking the ball from number 35 on Dallas to his team 20 for 23 yards, resulting in a punt. Quarterback Dak Prescott passed a short left to Jason Witten, giving the Rams a penalty. Prescott hiked the ball to Tony Pollard, and he ran to the end zone.

"TOUCHDOWN!!" Alayah screamed, jumping to her feet.

"What do you know about touchdowns?" I asked, laughing at her facial expression.

"Papa taught me. He said when a player has the ball and runs to the end, that means a touchdown." She explained, nodding as she sat back down.

"Your papa is right," I replied, pulling her into my arms.

The two of us continued watching the game until it was over, scoring with Dallas taking the win at 14 - 10.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Alayah announced, looking at me.

"¿Qué te gustaría comer?" I asked, smiling at her beautiful face. ( "What would you like to eat?" )

"Caine's." She nodded, clapping her hands.

"Okay, I'll order it," I replied, opening the UberEats app on my phone.

I added the food to my cart and ordered it. Within five minutes, someone accepted the order and drove to pick it up. Since the restaurant was a block away, it took about fifteen minutes for the Uber driver to deliver it to the door. After retrieving the food, I gave the delivery guy an extra tip and closed the door. I sat on the couch, handed my daughter her tenders, and walked to my bedroom to give Nazanin hers because if I didn't, she'd be upset.

Opening the door, I found her sitting against the headboard, scrolling on her phone. "Thank you, but you didn't have to."

"No, it's okay. Alayah got hungry and wanted Raising Caine's." I replied, shrugging my shoulders."

"Oh, thank you." She nodded, setting her phone down.

"You're welcome," I responded, smiling at her.

Walking back to the living room, I grabbed my container and started eating my food, enjoying my time with my daughter. I know times like this I won't be able to get back, so I cherish moments like these with her to look back on the times when she was younger. As I've said before, I don't wish Destini didn't have Alayah because she is loved, and I would do anything for her. I'd drop anything I'm doing and come to her rescue, Alayah and Destini's support. I just wished that Destini and I didn't end on the terms that we did.

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