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heyiwrotesomethings · 11 months

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DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #anonymous

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bethecowboy00 · 11 months

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i’m gonna say this once and not revisit it again since the last time i commented on this i got ppl in my asks talking like they have no sense:

it’s not wrong nor is it bad if black readers ask non black writers (specifically the white ones) to be inclusive in their work. there’s nothing wrong with wanting diversity, and there’s nothing wrong with being uncomfortable about non poc only writing for fair skinned, skinny people.

some of you people have actually LOST your minds. in the past two hours i’ve seen black writers and readers recieve DEATH THREATS because they DARED to criticize authors (not gonna say their names because i don’t have to time for people calling me a monkey on anon) for not being inclusive. what is wrong with y’all? like, genuinely? is it just white audacity or are all of y’all mentally insane?

and for all the people who will probably flood me with “write it yourself if you want it so bad”, that shouldn’t be the case. we shouldn’t have to put out our own inclusive work, just for it to not get the same attention as all of the writings with pale skinned readers do. the LEAST you can do as a white person with a large amount of following is educate yourself on how to make your writing appeal to a broader demographic. y’all are ADULTS, act as such.

i hope this made sense, i’m sick and groggy rn so it might sound like i’m talking out of my ass, but in conclusion, please remember that the world doesn’t not revolve around white people, specifically white women.

small edit: to add onto the critiquing certain writers on here, i don’t think i’ve EVER seen a group of dick riders go as hard for two people like i saw today. there’s an actual fanpage dedicated to one of the writers and they’re in peoples inboxes and comments calling them niggers and all types of monkeys? have y’all lost it? all over a simple request? some people really don’t deserve to be on this app.

#ellie williams x reader #mind you ellie has only ever dated poc #and here y’all are #marcell speaks 🤷🏽‍♀️#and for people calling this drama can y’all get a grip as well??#this is an actual issue within the writing community

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yae-energy · 10 months

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ysl productions presents… wheel of fortune: episode one

“what’s in your fridge?”

synopsis: y/n takes a look in gojo’s fridge, and… it’s interesting to say the least

cast: rich nigga gojo! x high maintenance black fem reader! , (megumi is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au! no curses (i don’t like the canon v much rn so imma pretend she doesn’t exist 😁)

cw: cursing, usage of the nword, gojo and reader are in a situationship? | wc: 883 wrds, 4,823 characters (hc’s at the end are not included)

a/n: y’all this is my FIRST piece of work in a loooonnnggg time, not too much on my rusty ass

[11:11]

was the time displayed on your phone the moment your groggy eyes fixated on the screen. it felt like a scene straight out of a disney movie with the way birds melodically chirped outside the condo, silky, white sheets creating a luxurious sensation on your skin. it's been a while since the last time you even stepped foot inside gojo's place. he's a busy man, you're an even busier woman, it is what it is. but that doesn't mean he won’t make time for you, though!

late night drives in his '22 rolls-royce ghost (his favorite out of his many, many cars,) expensive dates at michelin star establishments, first class flights whenever he wants to treat you to a vacation. whatever you want, whenever you want,

you need it? he got it.

and that's what you absolutely adored about him.

despite you guys not being exclusive or anything, he never fails to show you off. he's your favorite out of your roster, (cause he be feedin you pasta and lobster) so why not try to treat your “man” to a homemade breakfast? - at least… that's what the plan originally was.

upon dressing yourself in the pink, fluffy, satin robe you packed in your “overnight bag” (ignoring the fact you planned on hanging around his place for more than just ONE night.) and freshening yourself up in the bathroom, you head out to the kitchen. pink fluffy slippers clacking against the hardwood floor as 40in water wave bundles swayed against your back. (courtesy of gojo.)

it's been so long you almost forgot how nice everything was. expensive furniture decorating the living space from left to right, with the most notable piece being the fat ass grand piano you weren't even sure he knew how to play. a small framed photo of him and megumi sitting cutely on top.

. . .

it was always so easy for you to get starstruck from all of the shiny trinkets gojo had displayed around his home. you damn near forgot what you even got up to do, leaving you scrunching your face in confusion before you stopped in your tracks. the sudden remembrance of breakfast shaking you out of your daze.

you hadn’t even decided on a dish yet, chicken and waffles had always been a go-to for you- however this was your first shot at proving your “wifely skills.” with the kind of money he was making you didn’t mind being a lil stay at home boo. your boring ass 9-5 wasn’t gonna just hand you a birkin at will.

fuck them jobs.

perhaps something with a little more…elegance then? you were definitely in the mood for waffles so- ….

“now this nigga know damn well…”

you muttered under your breath, sucking your teeth in the process. gojo was a lot of things: loud, obnoxious, an occasional dickhead, the list could go on. but broke was certainly not one of them. so it was a wonder to you on…

WHY IN THEE HELL.

his fridge was empty.

dead empty.

not a speck of food in sight. the only edible thing in there being an old ketchup bottle and 3 mustard packets.

it took you by surprise so bad that you almost didn’t feel the warmth of his hands caressing your waist, the scent of YOUR rose water sugar scrub grazing your nose.

speak of the devil.

“i know you ain’t been in my shit again” you mumbled out. relaxing in the feeling of his arms while he leaned down to your cheek, peppering you with kisses before responding to your comment.

“whatt?? nooo…never…”

making you smile helplessly at his attempt to play coy. he was always so cute with you whenever you two were alone. as much as he wanted to be all nonchalant and suave in public he was a whole ‘nother person behind the scenes.

“mmhmm” you answered, making sure to direct the conversation back to the original concern at hand.

“by the way… do you wanna tell me why your fridge looks like who did it and why? there’s nothing in there. like nothing. like none at all-”

“i- ok, no need to emphasize. you’ve judged my poor fridge enough…but, if you must know, i was spring cleaning.”

“gojo, it’s summer-”

“not the point-…now before you rudely interrupted me, i was spring cleaning- or since you’re getting your panties in a twist about it, *SUMMER* cleaning. i’m not home super often so i had megumi go through and throw stuff out- i didn’t think he’d throw EVERYTHING away so…yeah. now we’re here.”

“so you mean, MEGUMI…was ‘summer cleaning’ then. gojo stop getting that boy to do your dirty work…”

“i- wow you’re just full of assumptions this morning. i didn’t ‘GET’ him to do anything. he volunteered- which!! i personally think is very sweeet, and lovinggg of him to do for his beloved guardian.”

“right, right. my bad…” you chuckled quietly, shaking your head as you did so. “i was trynna be cute n’ shit and cook breakfast, but i guess i gotta lay that dream to rest for today.” you explained. a shallow sigh leaving your lips.

“what? no you don’t. grocery stores exist, i have a car, boom. problem solved.”

“…grocery trip it is then?”

“grocery trip it is”

. . .

grocery trip with gojo! headcannons

forgets he’s even there for groceries and goes straight to anything sweet

touches EVERYTHING

does that thing where you push the cart and ride on the back of it LMAOOO

gets a shit ton of orange juice because he claims it’s for megumi (megumi likes apple juice)

this is the first time you’ve guys have been out together in a more domestic manner so bro is NERVOUS

it makes him smile cause he feels like y’all are a real couple

“whatcha’ smiling at?”

“nothin’ ”

forgets where he parked

carries all the bags inside in one go 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

a/n pt2: yall i did not mean to make it so long 😭 its wtv tho. i hope this don’t suck LOL, i actually had a lot of fun writing this like i was lwk kicking my feet and giggling fr

#saint laurent productions #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #gojo x black reader #satoru gojo headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader

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hoeforhao · 11 months

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↳ ༉‧₊˚✧ * in another life * ༉‧₊˚✧ 🤍

✦pairing : idol! jeonghan x fem! reader

✦genre : smut, phone sex, fingering, masturbation (both f and m), mutual cumming, angst, ex boyfriend au.

✦warnings : explicit language, jeonghan is an absolute bastard here(only the character, no hate towards our angel), manipulation, verbal degradation, heavy angst, unrequited love, one sided pining. tell me if i missed any!

��word count : 1.3k

✦author's note : took me five shots of vodka to complete writing this as it's a real story, beautified by a writer's mind. not proofread as i didn't have the heart to re read it!

Was it really that easy, as people staged it to be? To be your ex's so called "close friend"? Someone he only came to while being completely lonely or peak horny -

These are the only thoughts that kept storming your mind, whilst your eyes were fixated onto that 'hey hey hey' from jeonghan's pvt account.

Did your brain exactly know what his single hey meant? Hell yes! Did your conscience immediately give in and try to stop you from replying to that? A cent percent yes! Yet your heart knew no bounds. What do they call it? Yes!! Everything's fair in love and war...even if it meant losing your dignity again and again...but come on at least you weren't hoeing around with several -

Quite a dumb way to justify what was gonna come next, right? Shaking all these warning signs off of your body, you respond with -

"Yes sir?"

"Are you home rn, y/n? You know it's night and something just takes over me whenever the sky paints itself dark!!" a short vibration of your phone and jeonghan's message pops up on the lockscreen.

"Yes. I'm home han." oh how you wishes to type hun, oh how you wished to reply affectionately to your lost home, ask him how his day was, is he eating well, remembering to take rest in between dance practices and most importantly caring for his soulful voice. But alas, you couldn't!! cuz you knew his lustful replies will only hurt you more, than you already are.

"You know what I want right, hun?" that one word from him and your heart felt like it was being poked with a thousand icicles.

"I do. Should I? Or you'll?"

"I'll baby. Pick up quick nah!!" this was the last string where all your organs tried their best to hold you back from diving into the fire again...but well...

×××××incoming video call××××××

knowing that picking up his call would mean dirtying yourself for the third time, yet sometimes love makes you do things even laws can't ~

"Moan for me baby, i wanna hear you scream my name while pleasuring yourself"

how even in the darkest corner of your heart, you still had the faintest flames of "what if he greets me like the old times, just once" burning brightly, only to be put to sleep by han's desperateness for your body, not the soul he painted once so beautifully.

"Do you have any special requests? Cuz I don't know what to say" what more where you even supposed to say huh? while you two were together, you would make sure that you went out of your comfort zone to pleasure him. Trained yourself so well in this field that your moans became honey to his ears ; but now, now you've no right over him, no right to call him explicit names. Thus the only way for you was to act just as he directed you to.

"Moan daddy for me bitch, if you wanna see me cum. Ain't that your favorite thing, pretty slut?"

As much as each of his syllables tore the skin of your insides one petal a time, all you could do was abide by his demands, with a heart of stone.

"H-han i wanna s-see you cum so bad, daddy pls" your lips burned aflame each time a word left its crevices.

"That's like my good slut. Now strip for me baby. I wanna see each and every part of your body" instead of his stern angelic voice, all you could hear was jeonghan panting into the speaker as he kept on stroking himself.

Not wasting anymore seconds, you seductively took off all your clothes, leaving you in nothing but all the scars that life has carved out on you.

"Happy now?" probably the most useless question you've ever asked, knowing quite well that it was gonna be a long night.

"You think so? Awee such a naive little bitch you're y/n!!! The fun has just started baby" his mocking smirk irking up on your skin even from another side of the screen.

"Finger yourself until you come undone on the sheets, while screaming my name. Wanna see you doing all the nastiest things tonight."

Muffling in all the cries that your heart has been wanting to blurt out all these time, you just quietly lay down on your back, the cold sheets beneath stippling a wave of shivers through your entire body.

Spreading your legs wide apart, ensuring to give jeonghan the perfect video of your pussy, you gradually slide down your fingers, rubbing gentle circles 'round your clit.

"The prettiest moans I've ever heard and and the prettiest pussy I'll ever see. Such a desperate whore for my dick, aren't you bitch!"

It's as if everything around you was muted all of a sudden and all you could hear was jeonghan praising how much he loved your womanhood, fueling your fingers to slide at a faster rate in and out of your hole.

"J-jeonghan am gonna c-cum...aaaa" even before you could finish your sentence, warm fluids coated your fingers, earning the lewdest groan from han.

"Naughty girls don't deserve the gift so soon. How many times have i told you not to call me -"

"S-sorry daddy! I was lost in pleasure that's why it slipped out of my mind" your hormones were now peaking , thus making you absolutely desperate to see him cum for you.

"Still you need to be punished babygirl. Hump on the pillow infront of you while pinching your nipples hard" han's cruel demeanor echoed through the room.

Not seeing any way out, you sat on your knees to do exactly what as asked of you. At this point you've become his own little porn star who would give him a show whenever his lust wanted.

"I guess my job's done now?" you finally open your eyes, boobs aching from the intense action it got and conscience all blurry.

"Yes baby. Such an obedient slut you're for me. I love to see you beg for me so much aah" jeonghan's moans kept getting loud as he was climbing his high.

"Y-y/n aah I love your pussy s-so much babe" and with this you saw the smooth white liquid ooze out of his pretty dick and onto his stomach. As much as your mind wanted to take in this heavenly sight with as much lust as possible, your heart kept drifting away to the thought of "only if he would move the camera to his face while I watch him sleep all peacefully, face painted with the most beautiful smile this world has ever witnessed...just like the old times".

"Well then I gotta go sleep ig. Bye"

Such a fool aren't you? Expecting the impossible always ; knowing very well that even the heavens can't bring your home back anymore. The shoulder you always leaned on, the first person to ever see you cry, your bub your sugar was now far gone. What was left was a bastard who just keeps on using you for his pleasure.

Well not that it was his fault tho. You've always been the hardest to love.

"Maybe in next life, when I'm as pretty as you're, I'll be lucky enough to hug you to sleep. Bye bub. Sleep well♡" you hushed under your breath before tapping the red button on the screen that brought you the opportunity to at least listen to his voice once in a while....

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five-bi-five-mind · 1 year

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May I please request, An unsub frames Reader for a lot of murders and reader is arrested and is sentenced to the death penalty. JJ and the team have a small amount of time to prove her innocence. (Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X reader.)

Lost at Sea (Pt. 1)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k+

Summary: This isn’t quite the prompt, but I took a lot of inspiration from this request… JJ feels lost, not knowing at all of what happened. One minute she was finally happy, the next it was all just gone. But then she gets the called. You were in trouble, digging too deep into something you shouldn’t have. Framed for murder, you had a means to prove your innocence, JJ just couldn’t figure out why you were refusing.

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, lots of talk about kind of depression and anger, tons of mentions of a cult and brief mentions of murder (no details though)!

A/N: hi I’m sorry this wasn’t exactly what you asked for but I still wanted to use this request to post my first part as it is what gave me part of the inspiration! So no death penalty mentioned (although reader kinda has her own death sentence rn if you ask me…) also if anyone can guess the video game reference I based the cult around, you should come be my best buddy. (It’s super obvious too 😅…)

Series Master List || Part 2

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Part 1: Tides

JJ didn’t feel like herself, not anymore. She had gone through life feeling particularly numb since she started this job, but this was a whole other level. It was like part of her shut completely down, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get feeling back. This numbness was uncomfortable to say the least.

She wished she could say she didn’t know why she shut down so hard. She wished she could say it was a passing phase, a particularly bad mood that just hadn’t gone away yet, but she knew that wasn’t the case. This feeling was going to last a long while. At this point, it felt like it was going to stick with her for the rest of her life. She couldn’t run from the feeling and she couldn’t chase it away. JJ was just left with this unbearable emptiness.

That’s how JJ found her body moving on autopilot to the gym at such an ungodly hour. No one would be there, that’s why she chose the middle of the night to drive all the way to Quantico and utilize one of its many facilities. So, with her gym bag slung over her shoulder, she made her way to the punching bag that was practically calling out to her. She didn’t bother with standards right now. Any other day she would use hand wraps, gloves, you name it. But tonight she didn’t care. She just wanted to take out her emotions on the bag in front of her, consequences be damned.

So that’s exactly what she did. JJ put her full force into every swing, not stopping for the sting she felt in her knuckles, not stopping to catch a breath, and not stopping to react to the sound of footsteps in the back of the room. She only cared about the feeling it was giving her right now, no attention was paid to the watchful eyes behind her. JJ just kept swinging.

With sweat coating her skin and her chest heaving, she kept going. Each time her fists made contact with the bag, the satisfying thud of her punch filled her chest with something she couldn’t quite describe. The numbness was still there, but at least there was something else bubbling past it. Anger maybe? Confusion? She could feel it slithering through her veins with each hit. At least it was better than closing herself off again. That’s not what she wanted for herself, but try all she might, she couldn’t stop it from overwhelming her.

And then she thought about it too much. Thoughts of all the progress she made flooded her mind, thoughts of how she was trying to be something more than what the job had made her. She thought she was being vulnerable, thought she was being what someone else could want and need. Her world had opened up for her for the first time since she didn’t even know when and then suddenly, without reason, without explanation, it was gone. It was just fucking gone.

If JJ was pulling her punches before, she most certainly wasn’t now. She let out a yell or more like a heartbreaking, pain filled howl into what she thought was an empty room as her fists picked up the pace for a moment. But after that moment was over, after she yelled all she could yell, she slumped forward, catching herself onto the bag to hold herself up as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.

She shut her eyes tight, working on regaining composure. All she heard for a moment was the sound of her breathing and her own pulse pounding in her ears. But then, after just a moment the silence was broken. Not by her, but the silent onlooker.

“Wow,” the voice said from the back of the room. “Impressive. Mind spotting me?”

JJ stiffened. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was waiting for her. JJ knew the voice well and was cursing herself that she let someone, let alone one of her teammates, see her like this. Grunting, JJ shoved herself off the bag and decided to make her way hastily past her friend. “Sorry, I’m heading home for the night.” She hoped that would be enough for her not to be questioned, but of course it wasn’t.

“What are you even doing here at this hour?” Tara didn’t even miss a beat. As JJ picked up her gym bag and made her way to the locker rooms, Tara was right on her heels.

“I could ask the same thing,” JJ fired back, still looking ahead as she made her way to her own locker.

“Everyone knows I come here this early.” JJ hadn’t even realized it wasn’t the middle of the night anymore, it was starting to become early morning. 5:30 is what her watch said when she glanced down. She had been working out for a good while then. JJ wondered just how long she was being watched.

When she made it to her particular locker she sat down on the bench in front of it. Pulling out what she needed to repack into her gym bag and taking out what she would want for later, because she was sure she’d be back at this again before the day was done. This being the only thing that helped the numbing feeling she was drowning in, she thought it might become a more frequent habit.

JJ was so lost in what she was doing she forgot for a second that Tara was still standing by her with watchful eyes. That is, until they both stopped for a moment to eye the red and purple bruising of her knuckles mixed with the trickle of blood that ran down her hands.

“Okay,” Tara sat down right next to JJ on the locker room bench. “What’s going on with you?”

“I was training,” JJ’s answer was short as she checked out the damage to her hands.

“I’ve seen training, that was not training,” Tara scoffed. “When you train you're focused, but today you were going to town on that punching bag like it personally offended you.”

JJ didn’t say anything, just grunted as she continued to look into her knuckles, getting angrier by the minute from the mistreatment she put them through with her so-called “training.” Of course she wasn’t training. She came to blow off some steam, to blow up at something since she couldn’t just scream at an innocent coworker. She didn’t expect Tara to be in the gym getting ready for a work out at the same time. She thought she picked a good time when everyone would be away. Clearly, with the other woman sitting next to her, she was very wrong. It wasn’t even her intention to stay here that long. She just lost track of time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” JJ’s voice came out a little more bitter than she intended it to, but at the same time, someone was interrupting her much needed alone time. It wasn’t her fault that Tara insisted on being in the line of fire for her bad mood.

“It’s about (Y/N), isn’t it?” JJ’s head snapped up in an instance at that and Tara knew she found her answer. “I knew there was something between you two and my suspicions only grew when I saw you moping around the minute she was gone.” JJ’s whole demeanor changed at this, her tense posture changing to one of defeat. So it was a little obvious huh? Of course it was if her closest friends were profilers. Still, she thought they would mind their own damn business. “So what exactly was going on?”

“We… I was in love, but I guess it’s over now.” JJ’s head hung low as Tara stared expectantly at her. She remained silent, as JJ kept her eyes glued to the floor. If she looked up at her friend’s face what would she find? Shock? Disapproval? Disappointment? She couldn’t take the chance of seeing any of it. If JJ were to be given any other reason to be more ashamed with herself than she already was, she wasn’t sure how she could bear it. It wasn’t like it was exactly a bad thing for you two to be involved with each other, at least not in JJ’s opinion. But you also were often called as a consultant on cases since Reid was gone and it felt almost as if you were becoming a permanent member of the team. You had worried it would look bad for JJ if people knew she was having a fling with someone she frequently worked with, so the two of you decided to wait before going public.

“How long?” Was all Tara whispered into the stillness of the locker room. “How long were you two…” she drifted off. JJ hadn’t named what it was, just admitted that it was something and that there were feelings involved. At least on JJ’s side, that is. It seemed to the outside eye, given the circumstances, that you didn’t feel the same or at least JJ didn’t know if you did or not. Either way, Tara wasn’t about to name what you two had herself, she’d leave that to JJ. Let her share what she felt she could. It must have been important though, at least in Tara’s opinion, if it was affecting her friend so visibly. Tara might have been newer to the team, but from early on she learned that the blonde was usually a closed book.

“I’m not sure really,” JJ mumbled as she nervously rubbed at her bloodied knuckles. “A few months maybe? It didn’t really have a start date. She came in for one case then another and each time we got closer and closer until…”

“Until you fell in love?” Tara offered.

“Yeah,” JJ finally looked up to meet Tara’s eyes. “It didn’t end when I realized I loved her though.” JJ continued to rub at hands nervously. She didn’t miss the way Tara flicked her eyes from her own to her knuckles, no doubt reading her for whatever scrap of emotion JJ failed to hide. Even while JJ was caught in a more vulnerable position by her friend and coworker, she was still quick to guard herself, only giving Tara what she already knew was too late to hide again. “I didn’t run this time, but I never told her,” JJ let out a bitter chuckle. “For all that we face, that’s what terrified me most. Maybe it’s because I waited too long.”

“It’s not easy,” Tara’s hand fell onto JJ’s shoulder. “We’re taught to close ourselves off from the emotions that come with seeing what we see every day for our job, but sometimes we can carry that over into our personal lives.”

“I tried,” JJ shut her eyes tight for a moment, willing her voice to stay steady as she was hit with so much pain. “I tried with her. She was the first person I ever did that for. But she still- she just…”

“Disappeared.” JJ could hear the irritation in Tara’s voice with that one word too. It wasn’t just her that was upset, it was everyone. No one got an answer for why you disappeared. No one got even the smallest goodbye. Not even JJ, who had thought for sure her feelings were reciprocated. But it could never work out like that, right? Not with who JJ is, not with the depressing and dark nature of her job that you somehow got dragged into.

Everyone grew attached to you the moment you agreed to be a consultant for the BAU. You were bright, you were happy, your pep once rivaled Garcia’s. But then it started to fade slower and slower. No one else saw, but JJ sure did and she would lie awake for countless nights next to you, wondering what to do to bring that light back. She never did figure it out, and she would be lying if she didn’t expect you to leave, but she had hoped you loved her enough to figure it out. What she didn’t expect was for you to up and disappear without a word.

At first, JJ was worried. It felt like her worst nightmares came to life, that you were kidnapped by some unsub she didn’t know about. Then, as she dug to find out where you might have gone she realized from your credit card purchase history, it was unmistakably you still using it. It was clear you were trying to get away, and all she could assume from the sudden radio silence was that you were trying to get away from her.

The two agents sat in silence on the locker room bench for a moment. Both going over so many different things in their minds. JJ’s mind spiraling for the millionth time on your leaving and Tara’s running over every possible reason you could’ve just up and left without even a goodbye. Maybe JJ and you weren’t out in the open, but Tara clocked that there was something more between you two the moment she saw the way you looked at each other. So the real question for her was, how could you break JJ’s heart like that? You didn’t seem like the type to just ghost a girl, let alone the whole team. Something else was going on, Tara felt it deep in her bones. She just didn’t know what, but she did know that JJ was too clouded with heartbreak to see it that way just yet.

Suddenly, Tara’s phone breaks both their spiraling trains of thought. The caller ID flashes with Emily’s name and immediately Tara accepts, knowing that if it was this early in the day, then it was absolutely urgent.

There’s a brief greeting before she fell silent to listen to what Emily had to say. Muttering a “uh huh” a few times before the expression on her face grew more somber.

JJ could hear how frantic Emily sounded on the other end, but couldn’t make out the words she was saying. Fortunately, JJ didn’t have to wait long before Tara removed the phone from her ear and clicked end on the call.

JJ was holding her breath for Tara’s next words, but she had no idea why. Tara’s face was unreadable, but JJ just had this intuition that something bad was happening.

“It’s (Y/N).” Tara’s tone was grim. “She’s in trouble.”

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It took very little time for the team to devise a plan with the limited information they had after the news broke. JJ felt like her whole body was vibrating as she ran around the BAU trying to put out this new fire. And calling this situation a “fire” was an understatement. It was more like a gigantic explosion. Like her whole world was burning to the ground.

Wanted for murder. Being held on at least three charges. That was ridiculous to say the least, but obviously the police had some strong evidence against you. JJ was going to fight this for you, she just had to learn how.

It didn’t matter to JJ why you left the minute she got the news. It didn’t matter how much heartache you gave her, how you brought her walls back up full force the minute you disappeared. Nothing mattered right now but getting you out of jail. JJ couldn’t begin to imagine the fear you felt. She knew you well, she knew you were innocent. In learning all she did, there was never one moment where she questioned your innocence in all this, and from what she saw of her team, they all agreed. So pain aside she was going to save you, the whole BAU was.

That’s how she found herself speeding down the highway with Rossi behind the wheel, almost as anxious as she was. And that’s how she found herself letting Rossi take the lead, bursting into the federal jail and flashing credentials before anyone could even blink.

Mere minutes was all it took for the people of the jail to set you up in an interrogation room so that JJ and Rossi could meet with you and get to the bottom of this garbage fire. The minute JJ saw you practically pushed into the room, she had to hold back a gasp at your appearance. You looked basically dead on your feet. Your face was incredibly pale, your eyes sunken and dark. JJ knew you well and guessed it had been a good while since you slept or even ate for that matter. She had to get you out of here, and from the brief glance she shared with Rossi, she knew he was thinking the exact same thing.

When you both sat down, JJ let Rossi take the lead, lest she give away too much of her emotions. The switch from being overwhelmingly numb to incredibly furious hit the minute she saw your face. Not that she was furious at you. Hurt by you still, definitely. But not angry. No, she was angry at the people who put you here. Couldn’t they see that the innocent girl they had locked up like a monster wasn’t capable of any of this?

“What are we doing here, (Y/N)?” Rossi was finally the first to speak. JJ’s nails were digging into her knees as she sat rigid on the seat across from you. She couldn’t bear to meet your eyes, even for a second so hers darted everywhere across the room but your face and yours seemed to do the same. Never in her life did JJ think she’d be terrified of an interrogation room, she was more than familiar with them by now, but there’s a first for everything.

“I was poking around where I shouldn’t have…” you finally spoke. Your voice was quiet, hesitant, broken. It was the first words JJ has heard in weeks after begging whatever higher power would listen to let her hear it one more time. Her stomach twisted at the inkling of happiness she got from hearing you again, even if it was in such a small, pained tone.

“I’ll say,” Rossi scoffed. “Poking around is a light way to put it if you’re here on multiple murder charges.”

“I-“

“She didn’t hurt anybody.” JJ snapped before you could even begin to answer.

“I know,” Rossi put his hands up in mock surrender. “I know that, you know that. We just have to convince them…” Rossi motioned to the room around them as if to mean the jail as a whole, “That this girl sitting next to us couldn’t hurt a fly.” Rossi leaned back on his chair and gave JJ a knowing look before turning his gaze back to you. He offered you a friendly smile and folded his hands back on the table. “Now, I’ll ask again. What are we doing here?”

“Do you remember months ago, when you investigated a cult? You called me in as a consultant, but before I could dig deeper you had already decided to rule out the cult…” you waited for a moment to make sure they were listening and knew of the group you spoke of. Rossi gave you an encouraging nod and you continued. “I didn’t stop digging and I found… everything.”

“(Y/N), after that case I told you to leave it the hell alone.” JJ growled, nails digging harder into her knees as she struggled to keep it together. “They’re a dangerous group to be mixed up in.”

“Isn’t every cult?” Rossi interjected, before turning back to you. “So you continued to dig into this cult we ran into. What was it called… something stupid…”

“The Chant.” You and JJ both say at once. JJ shot you an annoyed look at your eagerness to share all you know about the cult. JJ had begged Emily not to call you to consult on this, but you were the best in your field. A PhD in religious studies, specializing in ritual practice and folk religion, of course Emily was going to call. You were their go-to on religion based cases, without you they would’ve missed some key motives and insight into certain unsubs. JJ was always nervous, but also so proud to see you working with her work family. It was different, though, with this case. Something deep inside JJ screamed at her to keep you away from this group at all costs.

The team determined that the murders they were investigating were a deadend, but suspected the cult. It was just that every lead they had ended up going nowhere. Eventually, they had to move on. You were incredibly against just leaving and letting them be. JJ and the rest of the team had to practically drag you away.

For what it was worth, you weren’t the only one who wanted to continue investigating them, Alvez did too. With his approval that only fueled your mission more to overturn every stone and uncover every clue, but it was JJ’s practical begging that had you finally turn away. Something, none of the team questioned. They may not have known that you two were more than friends, and on any other day maybe they’d be curious as to why you backed down so easily all of a sudden. However, most of the team was just relieved JJ could convince you. That alone told JJ she wasn’t the only one who didn’t like you sniffing around this Chant group.

“But digging around on a dangerous cult usually gets you killed, not incarcerated.” Rossi commented as he continued to put the puzzle pieces together.

“It was a clever move on their part,” you offer dryly.

“They were already under suspicion for murder. One more body, one more step closer to getting shut down.” Rossi put the puzzle pieces together.

“Exactly,” you nodded. “But I got too close, found out too much and I wasn’t exactly careful…”

“Of course you weren’t,” JJ scowled.

You just ignored her and continued. “I knew they figured out I was looking into them when some of them showed up to a lecture I was giving, badly disguised might I add. They wear these crystals they can never take off without breaking a major law within their group. It’s a dead giveaway and-“

“We can go over the details of the cult later,” Rossi interrupted, not wanting to reveal too much in a monitored space. “You still haven’t answered how they put you here.”

“Right right,” you took a deep breath before going back to your story. “When I saw them at my lecture, I knew they’d follow me. I know how they work, how they pick their victims, how they deal with those who know too much. I know what they do, not just to the person, but their whole family so on that day I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t let them follow me to-“ your eyes flick to JJ and you stop for a moment. “I couldn’t let them follow me home, so instead I just ran. What I didn’t expect was them to use my office to plant evidence in my absence and get me arrested.”

“So you fleeing… that just looks like you’re running from the cops and not running from a crazy, murderous cult.” Rossi finally connected the last piece. He seemed almost triumphant in this revelation.

“They have solid evidence against me,” you hung your head low. “The Chant is crafty.”

“They’ve got bullshit,” Rossi snorted. “Compared to what we deal with everyday, proving your innocence is child’s play.” You searched Rossi’s eyes for any sign of doubt but his facial expression was unwavering as he sat on the other side of the table from you. Finally, you chanced a short glance at JJ’s face, but it was her eyes that told you a different story than Rossi’s. It was her eyes that betrayed Rossi’s confident declaration. She didn’t believe him. “The whole team is on this case for you, kid. Give us a little bit of time, we’ll get you back home.”

Home. Regardless of getting out, could you even go home? Go back to a life where you could continue to be in love with JJ and build a future together? No, you didn’t think so. The cult would hunt you until either you were dead or all their members were. Considering this cult has been around since the 70s, discreetly murdering people for decades, you didn’t think the second option was very likely. You weren’t safe at home and more importantly, JJ wasn’t safe near you. But you weren’t even safe in jail, knowing the cult had eyes everywhere. Your only option, when you get out of here, was to hide again. Not much of a future? Maybe, but at least you were surviving until you could find a solid way to expose the Chant.

In a perfect world, this whole mess would lead to you blowing the case on the cult wide open and running back into the arms of your beautiful, blonde, hero that was currently sitting across from you with the most heartbreaking expression you’ve ever seen. But that was in a perfect world. You meant it when you said they were crafty and you also knew you really fucked up. Yes, you learned almost all there was to learn about the Chant, but you weren’t careful and you’re pretty sure they were able to learn almost all there was to learn about you in return. Hopefully, they hadn’t learned of the little secret relationship you had with the girl sitting across from you. Part of you thought they surely couldn’t, especially when you didn’t think the team knew. A larger part of you doubted that, but couldn’t take that chance.

Rossi and JJ both noticed your silence when Rossi mentioned you going home. To anyone else, hearing the BAU was on the case and you’d be going home would’ve garnered some sort of positive reaction, but JJ saw through your silence. There was a lot more to this than they had uncovered yet, JJ could tell from just looking into your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe that they could get you home, JJ knew that you understood the skill and success their team had. It wasn’t that you wanted to stay in jail. JJ knew you were smart enough to know that being here wouldn’t protect you like the team could protect you. No, it was something else. Something that made the little voice in the back of her mind scream at her that it was her that you wanted to be away from her, but she pushed that voice back. She didn’t have all the pieces to this puzzle yet, but she was going to find them.

For the next few hours JJ and Rossi spent the time with you pouring over any detail they could pry out of you. Neither of them missed the way you held back on a lot of their questions or the way your eyes darted around the room, trying to discover who else might be watching. When JJ was given some other files requested, she read through them thoroughly while you and Rossi went over a few more details to the evidence they found. Then, JJ stopped when she looked at the details from one of the murders. The date and time is what caught her eye and she immediately shot up in her chair.

“This is it!” She slapped the file back down onto the table and her eyes burned with triumph as she waited for you to look at the file. You and Rossi glanced at it for a moment before both silently looking up at her for more of an explanation. “Look at the time frame for this murder,” JJ tapped her finger right where it said the time. “You have an alibi for this one. Wait actually…” JJ shuffled through the other murder charges, checking the date and time for each. “You have one for all of them.”

You sat back, crossing your arms to your chest and giving her a stern look. This was it, you were hoping she wouldn’t have noticed, but it was JJ and she was good at her job. Of course she would notice. “Jennifer…” you warned.

“(Y/N), you were with-”

“Don’t.”

JJ’s jaw snapped shut when you cut her off with a voice harsher than she’s ever heard directed towards her. JJ stood up at that, chair scraping loudly against the hard floor of the interrogation room. “What? Why didn’t you tell them you had an alibi?” JJ’s voice grew louder as she accused you. This could’ve all been avoided if you just told them you were with another BAU agent the night the investigators placed the time of death. No one would question your alibi if you just said something. So why didn’t you? “Do you think I care if they know? (Y/N), just tell them, all those nights you and I were-”

“Stop!” You pleaded. If she said the words out loud, you weren’t sure if all who were listening to them were to be trusted. Yes, you had a solid alibi, but it could’ve put her in danger if the cult knew about JJ. It was bad enough now that JJ knew the cult was what drove you away and landed you in jail, there was no doubt in your mind that JJ wouldn’t try to start some wild hunt for them if you didn’t find some way to convince her to back off. But if the cult knew about how important she was to you? In all honesty, they might already, but there was still a chance they didn’t and you held onto that hope that she was still somewhat safe from the mess you got yourself into.

JJ’s hands slamming on the table in front of you is what sent you back to reality from your inner turmoil about keeping JJ safe. “I don’t care if they know.” JJ emphasized every single word. Obviously, that wasn’t what this was about, but for JJ’s sake hopefully that’s all she thought it was. If she thought for a moment that you were trying to protect her she’d scoff in your face and risk her safety to prove a point that she didn’t need your protection. She was strong, sure, but from what you learned, the cult was immensely powerful and you didn’t think the BAU team’s strength combined would be enough to take them down until you could devise a plan on your own. “We’re using that alibi and you’re going home.”

“No. I am not.” You demanded through gritted teeth. There’s no way in hell. The minute you use that to get yourself free, the Chant will get their hands on it and use this piece of information against you. “JJ, I don’t want to do that.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” JJ practically took a fist full of the files as she began to turn from the table and storm out of the room.

“JJ, wait a minute!” Rossi jumped up behind her. “Maybe we should listen to her reason about-”

“I don’t give a damn about reason.” JJ turned on him quick, a storm of anger and frustration brewing in her eyes. “(Y/N) and I were together for each of these times of death. She wasn’t alone in her home, she was with me for the whole night, each night. We’re together and I’m pretty sure there’s footage on my security cameras proving the times of her coming and leaving my place.” JJ turned back around, files clutched tightly to her chest. “We’re using this alibi and you’re going home with me. You won’t stay here another minute longer than you have to. I’ll see to that.” JJ’s voice was shaking in anger as she said her last words.

You watched helplessly as Rossi shot you a concerned look before following JJ out. You slumped back in your chair while you waited for someone to escort you back out.

Well, this wasn’t good. You knew that you’d be found innocent at some point, but you thought it would be awhile. Afterall, when you made that phone call to Emily for help, you begged and pleaded for her to keep it to herself and get some outside help. Of course, that is the exact opposite of what happened. You should’ve known. The BAU were fiercely loyal to each other and you underestimate the degree in which they adopted you into their little work family.

You had hoped that in the time it took Emily to help you out, you’d have come up with a plan to get distance from JJ again for her own safety while you tried to figure out your next move against the cult. Of course, that all went to shit with the stubborn insistence of the blonde. Honestly, you weren’t shocked.

This wasn’t going to go the way you wanted it to, it already took a horrible turn. Deep down, though, you feared the worst was yet to come.

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Live action Yu Yu Hakusho liveblog (ep 2)

Okay listen. Whoever wrote and whoever is voicing the little kid Yusuke saves has never heard an actual six year old talk in their lives

Also forgot to say last ep but liked the move to age yusuke up a bit. Also Botan's digital file of Yusuke talking back at her is hilarious

Botan's voice (Eng dub) isn't quiiiite as expressive as would hit the mark for me compared to the anime but whatever she's adorable I forgive her

Also forgot to say last ep "Maybe it's better you're dead" BOTAN STOP ASDLKFJADS I love her your honor

Fights and vfx on Goki are actually kind of shockingly good, esp given how much I Did Not like him in the anime

VERY annoying and unfortunately typical that the darkest-skinned guy we've seen so far is. very specifically. the demon that eats children and that the anime makes uh iirc a lot more directly than I ever wanted to watch into a Certain Allegory

Interested that Reikai doesn't seem to know who Kurama actually is. Was that the case in the anime/manga?? I feel like no, they knew who he used to be from the initial briefing on the thieves but idk season 1 wasn't exactly my favorite to go back and rewatch literally ever

My favorite was 2 and 4. If you even care. lol

Kurama standing there during the fight like a creeper go

Actually fight with Goki is very epic. Again super creative and impressively believable way for Yusuke to survive and fight back against a guy with WAYYYY superior strength

Also wow is Yusuke underqualified for these fights rn lol. I mean we knew that but he's lucky he pulled that one out in the end. And esp lucky that Kurama won't want to fight, obv

YUKINA

Her wig is sadly Not as impressive as Botan's, and I'm not a fan of what looks like her contacts. Did they make her eyes green??? Bc her eyes being red is kind of narratively. you know. Relevant

Wait is that guy helping Yukina Hiei???!!! Human-form Hiei??!!!

Wait no of course not Hiei would've just killed everyone and gotten her out

(Listen we don't have any good shots of his face yet okay. That little sister line made me think!)

Interesting new jagan origin + (presumably?) moving up Yukina as Hiei's motivation. Makes sense given how everything about Hiei's first manga/anime appearance was ignored afterward lol when he was too popular to kill off

I hope they got rid of his original plan/motivation, anyway. I hated the mind control arc thing with him esp on Keiko. Dickhead

Well. Eyehead. Technically. But yknow

Pfft Kurama 100% staging that entire encounter and stalking ep meaning Yusuke thinks he's being sooo sneaky

Kurama's outfit is really pretty actually btw. I like it better than his anime outfit by a lot. The pink always clashed with his hair sooo bad

Also the pink in the preview images made me think/hope he was a girl (who actually got to fight in a shounen anime!!!!) and you have no idea how disappointed I was when I realized that wasn't true

Pfft Kurama using his demon powers to?? Pull a quickchange?? Amazing

His hair continues to not work nearly as well as in the anime but that was a lost battle from the beginning let's be real. At least it's better than Hiei's

(Which is so actively bad what was that shadow with his hair in the knife scene what)

Shiori benefits a lot from being played by like. an actually human person who also is older and has visibly aged. Gives her Character, makes her less of Just An Archetype

Momma's boy Kurama excellent as always. Meanwhile Yusuke's just flat out not replying to a single thing Shiori is literally saying to him lol

Wait does the quickchange imply that Kurama only uses that outfit on demon business. Bc in the show it's just his (ugly) school uniform but here it's clearly not. I really desperately want that to be his On Demon Business outfit in this show lol

Also makes the fact that he had Yusuke stalk him in that outfit funnier. then. boom. quickchange. Mom can't see the Demon Business Outfit

Hmm something about Kurama and his delivery isn't rly landing for me here. But to be fair he is being super Performative and Deliberate about all of this so that may be on purpose

I hope it's on purpose. Bc Kurama's great and I'd REALLY like to buy him/his lines as a character in this

He does successfully pull off "casually menacing" (you know, without murdering someone first) much more easily than his anime counterpart tho so that's cool

Meanwhile, Yusuke's face. Great face-acting there. Also great face

The scrapes on Yusuke's face really are v aesthetically arranged lol. but still look legit enough. I'm a fan

Okay I'm buying Kurama now. Excellent

"I've been deceiving that woman for many years" genuinely love that he put it that way. He's come to care about her so much but he's not trying to make himself sound better or lying to himself about the situation

It is killing me that he used the phrase "fertilized egg" in this explanation. It's killing me. It's also raising Fucking Questions. (But does at least give an explanation for how Kurama didn't like. Kill the original Shuichi's soul when he took the body.)

Oh the pattern on Kurama's outfit is roses!!! love it

Kurama: Sees Kuwabara following them

Kurama: ...Anyway.

The mirror of darkness looks like a fucking ipad. I can't take it seriously why does the mirror of darkness look like an ipad!!!

IT DOESN'T EVEN REFLECT ANYTHING

What's with the weird scifi aesthetics here and on the other artifacts? This is a fantasy show, fantasy aesthetics would fit better

The mirror-realm life-taking sequence is just. so much. lol it's so much once again I am unable to take it seriously!

Wait Shiori! You don't know there was magic saving you!! Don't take off your oxygen mask without a doctor's permission!!! Practice self-care!!!

Okay Kuwabara looks super different from his anime/manga self-from the front, but from the back he has the EXACT same silhouette as anime!Kuwabara, so much it's EERIE. I'm learning lots of things about what pompadours look like in real life-

hsb, ig???

HIEI HAS BLUE EYES?!!??!?!?!!!!

I mean at least they didn't only change Yukina's

But this is WEIRD

Also making the jagan not purple anymore, just an actual third eye, was the correct choice

Hmm I don't like how they translated Hiei's outfit as much as I do the others. (I like how they translated literally everyone else's outfits. This is so disappointing, esp since Hiei's aesthetics go off. There's too much white and too much detail in his outfits. Give me his cloak!!! Also changing the scarf into a turtleneck is highkey Not Working For Me

Anime!Hiei would literally never wear a turtleneck

Why is he wearing a turtleneck, he's a FIRE DEMON, it's not like he can get cold

The scarf is okay because it was clearly not primarily for keeping him warm

Give him the cloak I want the cloak!!

And he should be wearing all black underneath it! I mean I know he wears other color shirts under it in the dark tournament arc iirc. But live action won't have the control over the cloak for that lol

At least give him something all black (except the scarf or something similar) (NOT a turtleneck) with a similar silhouette to the cloak

And idk compared to the others I think his costume looks kinda cheap

OOF effects on the Toguros are NOT convincing. Oof. I admire their commitment to taking their physicalities literally but uh. They should've been less ambitious and focused more on translating the vibe. Imho

Okay! Time for episode 3!

#yu yu hakusho #netflix yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho spoilers #me #liveblogging

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SETTING: outside the hospital TIMING: last week PARTIES: @rn-zane + @magmahearts SUMMARY: zane gets into some trouble with an angry passerby. luckily, it's vigilante night for cass.

Being back at the hospital had felt like finally taking a breath after way too long underwater. The noise and chaos, the conversations and even the bad coffee had been a blessing, leaving Zane with a goofy smile at the end of his shift despite how much his leg currently hurt. It was a strange feeling, being completely wiped out while your body felt like it could go on for ages. As much as it had started to bother him to be at Alma’s house, he was looking forward to a good meal and a completely brainless netflix session.

Walking out the staff entrance, he was greeted with the brisk night air and a jittery stranger desperately sucking on a cigarette. Zane tucked his head down and turned, which did nothing to deter the stranger. “Hey! Yeah, you. Hospital guy.” The vampire only made it a few steps before the back of his bag was pulled on, forcing him to stop and turn. The man’s eyes were uneven, sweat pearling on his skin and blood was drying on his shirt. “I’m sorry, I have to get home. Someone inside can-”

“No one will help me inside,” the man interrupted, taking a step closer and forcing Zane back, hands raised in a display of submission due to the anger in the other’s voice. “They brought my girlfriend in here hours ago and no one will tell me where the fuck she is.” Zane blinked, watching carefully as another drag was taken from the cigarette. The cigarette held in scuffed hands, knuckles red with the clear signs of blood and bruising from a punch. A shiver ran down the vampire’s spine as he remembered the young woman who’d come in earlier tonight, clearly under the influence and badly beaten. It wasn’t fear that was making Zane bristle. It was anger. “You’re not going to see her,” he bit out and turned, moving briskly away before he did something he’d regret.

The man clearly didn’t have the same worries as Zane. Once again, his bag was tugged at, hard enough to make him stumble back a few steps and perhaps not surprisingly, it was followed by a fairly heavy punch to the face. Jaw aching, anger (and instinct) took over and for the first time in his life, the nurse found himself punching someone square in the face. Regret was instantaneous; not because this guy hadn’t deserved it but because his nose started to drip with crimson red. Shit.

—

Cass — or, rather, Magma, since that’s who she was tonight — didn’t usually venture out to this area. There was more than enough crime in Gatlin Fields and Worm Row to keep her busy, but lately there’d been a pit in her stomach every time she patrolled the area. She couldn’t stop thinking about the death pit in the Fields, couldn’t stop remembering the way they’d thrown Debbie’s body down, down, down, couldn’t stop replaying the clumsy eulogies in her head. She didn’t feel much like a superhero anymore. She wanted to fix that. She didn’t think she could do it close to home, close to the pit.

So… she changed things up. Made her way over to Deersprings instead, far away from the stench of the pit that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She swore she could still smell it, even here, but she knew it was in her head. She just needed a good distraction, a way to shake herself loose from it.

She found it in the form of an altercation outside the hospital. An angry, disheveled man accosted another man in scrubs, yanking him around by his bag and punching him in the face. Definitely, absolutely a good distraction. Selfishly, she was a little excited about it. It was difficult to think of a death pit and the body you’d thrown into it when you were saving some medical professional from being punched a second time.

Even if the medical professional in question wasn’t exactly helpless. Cass blinked as the man reared back and punched the assailant himself, unsure how to proceed. It must have looked at least a little weird; she’d run over to help, but she hadn’t dropped her glamour just yet, which meant she looked like a teenager staring wide-eyed at an altercation between two grown men. After a moment of uncertainty, she grinned. “That was a pretty good hit!” She said, flashing the nurse a thumbs up. “I was going to see if you needed help, but it looks… Whoa, are you okay?” He looked a little… weird, staring at the blood dripping from the other man’s nose with a strange look on his face.

—

Truthfully, Zane had been hoping for someone else to step in and diffuse this situation. It had already been heated enough to start with, just by the presence of someone who was clearly violent and not sober, but now with blood and anger that didn’t even really feel like his own… Someone else hadn’t included a teenaged girl however, no matter whether or not she was wearing a mask. Somewhere buried deep, a sensible thought reared its head that this was dangerous for a normal person to walk into, especially one so young. Finding the right words to get her out of here was extremely hard however, when it felt like there was nothing but a growl lodged in his throat.

“This is none of your business, kid. Fuck off,” the stranger growled, voice pinched due to his broken nose which he was attempting to wipe with the back of his sleeve. Zane felt nailed to the ground, unable to respond even to the worried question coming from the girl. It wasn’t until the man moved, quickly and erratically, that the vampire was lurched into action as well. It was hard to decipher anything from his thoughts at the moment as they were more like whispers and feelings, hissing about food and protect and anger. Whether or not the man had intended to hurt the young girl or just scare her off seemed irrelevant.

It was a flurry of movements, none of them fully registering until Zane blinked and found himself holding the man up against the study building wall, blood now seeping from the back of his head as well. The sound in the fairly quiet alley took a moment to register as coming from him, the low snarl so completely unrecognizable.

It was enough to snap him back for a second, remembering the other person standing just a few feet away, his grip in the man’s jacket loosening. Before he could do more, compose himself, anything, the man had managed to scramble around in the nearby dumpster and grab at a metal pole from some discarded household item. No matter how many times it had happened, the heavy weight against his head didn’t feel any less disorienting than the other times, coming dangerously close to knocking him out if not for the low rumbling of animalistic anger keeping him conscious.

—

The guy — not the nurse, but the man who’d attacked him, the man who smelled like an alleyway she’d slept in for a while in New York and looked like the people who’d stumbled by said alleyway at two in the morning — barely acknowledged Cass for a moment, and it was still enough to make her feel small. And she hated that. She hated that she was supposed to be this proud, strong, mystical thing and could still be made to feel tiny by angry men with loud voices, hated that she’d worked so hard to make herself into something after years of feeling like she was nothing and could feel it all melting away the moment someone snapped at her. It was stupid.

It was worse still that the nurse was here to witness it, because she thought he seemed nice. She thought most people with the patience to work in hospitals, where men like this one must have been very common patients, seemed like they had to be pretty nice to put up with it all. And she liked that he’d punched the guy, too, even if it only seemed to make him angrier. She thought people like this probably deserved to be punched. She thought she probably wasn’t supposed to think that.

The world burst into movement, but not from the man who’d attacked first. It was the nurse who was a flurry of limbs, so fast that Cass could hardly keep up. In a matter of seconds, the nurse had the other man pinned to the wall and was — growling? She thought of Metzli, and a few things began to slowly slide into place.

Cass took a step forward, ready to try to talk the nurse down because no one needed to die in this stupid alley just like no one had needed to die in that dark supermarket, and she was so tired of death where death had no place being. But before she could step in, the vampire seemed to come back to himself and the other man saw his chance and took it. A metal pole, a blow to the head. Why did it always come down to this?

She didn’t even mean to drop her glamour. It was instinctive, at this point; a Pavlovian response to rushing headfirst into danger. When she was Magma, Cass didn’t keep her glamour up. When she was Magma, she was invincible. Cass didn’t know how to handle this, but Magma did. So the glamour dropped, and the oread stepped forward. “Get the fuck away from him!” Her voice was distorted, gravely and crackling. Live lava flowing through a field and into the sea, throwing up sparks as it went. The man with the pole dropped it, shock and terror clear on his face.

—

All this head trauma couldn’t be good for him, vampire healing or not. His ears were ringing where he’d sprawled down onto the ground, everything before his eyes blurry. For a presumed apex predator, Zane really was a shit one. The first attempt to push himself up went horribly and the second one was halted by the sudden glow around them, visible even to his blurry eyes. Blinking rapidly in the hopes of seeing what in the world was going on, he heard the commanding voice, if it could even be called a voice. His eyes adjusted finally but not before his body was instinctually scrambling back, away from the source of searing heat.

What stood between him and the aggressor was no longer a teenager wearing an eye mask. It was… fire and earth in the shape of a human. Zane faintly registered the clang of the metal pipe falling to the ground, too transfixed on the sight in front of him. Protecting him, it seemed. Even after he’d all but chomped on the man. Probably a good thing that he’d snapped back to his senses just in time or he might have been the one staring, terrified, into the face of… whatever she was.

It hadn’t been conscious, the decision to scramble away from heat and possible fire, every nerve in his body screaming that it meant danger, but by the time the other man snapped into action and bolted, Zane had pulled himself as far away as possible with his back now resting against the opposite wall. He could vaguely feel the gash on the side of his face from the pole, a wound that should have been gushing with blood but after this girl’s display, there probably wasn’t any need for pretenses of being normal, right? “Thank… thank you,” he stuttered out, carefully prodding at the wound on his head and wincing. Hoping that his thanks weren’t premature and he was the next to face down this person of boiling heat.

—

She felt the vampire behind her scramble backwards, felt a twinge of hurt at it. Was he afraid of her now? She still remembered Kuma’s face the day she’d accidentally dropped her glamour, the day Kuma had kicked her out with terror etched into her expression. You’re some kind of a monster, and you never said! What is this, Cassidy? Did he think the same now? Would he run before she could turn around and talk to him? People did, sometimes. It was rare that she saved someone and got to have an actual conversation with them after. No one ever wanted to stay and chat.

The man who’d attacked the nurse certainly didn’t, though Cass felt no disappointment when he ran away. She didn’t mind scaring the bad guys. In fact, there was something undeniably exciting about that, some quiet thrill that she pretended not to cling to. She shouldn’t love terrifying them, but she kind of did. Maybe it would make the guy think twice before hitting anyone with a metal pole again in the future.

With the bad guy gone, all that remained was the vampire nurse. Cass was almost afraid to turn around, scared that she’d see the same terror that Kuma had held in her eyes. But instead, she heard the man stutter out a thanks. A thanks she knew she should release him from, but held onto all the same. Maybe she could use it to help him someday. That was what she told herself; it sounded like a lie, but lies only hurt when you said them aloud. “You’re welcome,” she said quietly, putting the glamour back up with a quick squint of concentration before approaching him. “Are you okay? Your — Your head. What do you need? I want to help.”

—

Despite the surreal appearance of the stranger, Zane found his apprehension bleeding away the second she turned. There was nothing threatening in the way she held herself or looked at him, a stark contrast to the demeanor that had easily scared off the other man. And then, almost in the blink of an eye, the young teenager appeared again. He really needed to learn more about the things that lived in this town.

As she approached, he made a feeble attempt to sit up straighter, bringing on another violent dizzy spell. Once everything stopped spinning, he got a good look at the girl. Definitely young, possibly eighteen but it was hard to tell with that mask on. She was worried, speaking in rapid fire that took a few moments for his mind to really register. His mouth felt dry when he finally spoke. “I’ll be fine. Just…” What do you need? Zane trailed off because he knew what he needed right in that moment but he’d given in to that urge with Jonas and the guilt from that still lived heavy in his mind. Not to mention that this was a young stranger. That smelled surprisingly enticing underneath the faint scent of burning coals - stop it. “I just need time, it will heal.”

It took a few tries but he finally managed to whip his backpack off, pushing it over to the stranger. “You can dig up some gauze for me if you don’t mind. Don’t wanna… terrify people on the walk home.” It was still unspoken, the fact that a normal person should have been bleeding profusely and definitely rushed inside the ER just a few feet away. She wasn’t human and something told Zane she was smart enough to have clocked the same fact about him. “I’m Zane, by the way. And I don’t make a habit out of getting into fights, just so you know. Even though it has been happening a weird amount lately…” Was he rambling? He was rambling. Man, his head hurt.

—

He didn’t look afraid of her anymore. Even before her glamour came down completely, the fear seemed to leave him. There was something breathtakingly comforting about it, like the wind had been knocked out of her in the best possible way. She didn’t want the people she was saving to be afraid of her. The people she was saving them from, maybe, but people like this? Nurses who were just trying to get out of work without getting hurt? She didn’t want to scare him.

Even if he was a vampire.

She studied him carefully, thinking of Metzli and the few things she’d learned from them. She knew the basics of vampires even before she’d met them, of course — that was one subject that the media she consumed often got right, and the bits that it got wrong she’d found out for herself through years of living on the streets. Vampires had fast healing, so he probably really would be fine. He might be fine sooner with blood, but… Cass didn’t know if fae blood worked the same as human blood when it came to vampiric meals, and she didn’t want to offer hers if it might only make things worse. Something told her he wouldn’t know the answer, either. He gave her the vibe of someone who was far newer at this than Metzli was. She made a note to ask them this question later, just in case there was ever a next time.

Leaning over, she began digging through his bag. “Do you have… food at home, Zane? I, um, I think that helps. If you didn’t know that already.” He probably did. She’d noticed he walked with the slightest of limps, a sign that this wasn’t his first time being hurt. She doubted it was his first time being hurt as a vampire, either. “I’m Cass. And, uh… I kind of do make it a habit of getting in fights, I guess. But only to help people. People like you. Which I hope I did. Help, I mean. That guy was — he looked really mad, and I don’t think he could have killed you but that doesn’t mean you should be hurt, either, so I’m… Yeah. I hope I helped.” There was no head injury to excuse Cass’s rambling; only anxiety and the overwhelming desire to make Zane like her.

—

In a strange way, it was comforting that Cass seemed to have some idea what he was, judging by her hesitant question. It meant he wouldn’t have to answer any questions at the moment about not bleeding, being stronger than normal and literally growling at another person. Zane nodded at her question, mouth still feeling dry and his tongue heavy, but moving his head wasn’t really a good idea either. Eyes shut for a moment as pain rolled over him, passing quickly but incapacitating him for a moment all the same. He didn’t want to be thinking about food right now, not with Cass so close and smelling much different than anything he’d ever noticed before so the change in discussion was very much appreciated.

Her words registered slowly, the rambling and his foggy mind making everything settle together at a snail’s pace. A habit of getting into fights to help people. She was kind and most likely reckless but maybe not so much considering how her… other shape had looked. Intimidating, hard to hurt. If Zane had the ability to transform into something other than an unhinged, bloodthirsty creature he couldn’t quite control, wouldn’t he have stupidly ended up doing exactly what Cass seemed to be attempting to do? Helping people? “You definitely did,” Zane reassured, mustering a smile and grabbing the bandaging once it had been removed from the bag. Whether she’d inevitably helped him or the stranger more was unsure. Zane was glad either way and mustered a weak smile for her as he started to messily wrap up the wound on his head.

“That’s, uh… that’s really noble of you. Trying to help people. Dangerous though but you’re obviously not just a regular person so maybe not.” The chatting was a good distraction, both from the pain and the smell, and the fact that Zane needed a few more moments on the ground before he would make an attempt to stand up. “Is it okay if I… if I ask what you are? I’ve never seen anything like you before, it’s… you’re really impressive.”

—

He was definitely in pain, and this was the part Cass was bad at. She could fight danger when she could see it, could make people run away or drop what they were doing, but she couldn’t fix them once the damage was done. Not in the way she imagined Zane must be able to. If she were smarter, she thought, she would have wanted to be a nurse, or a doctor, or something like that. Something that could fix people when they were broken. Instead, she did this. She did everything she could do to try to stop them from being broken to begin with. And she wasn’t always successful, but maybe it mattered that she was sometimes. Maybe sometimes was all she could really strive for.

Zane said she helped, anyway, and Cass smiled at the words. He probably wasn’t that much older than her, but his approval felt just as good as those few times she’d been able to ring something similar out of the older fae in her aos si. None of them were ever as open with it as Zane was being now, though. Hesitantly, Cass took a step forward to watch him with the bandage, trying to figure out if there was more she could do. Did he need help wrapping it, or packing it, or any of those other things they talked about on TV? She might not be a medical professional of any kind, but she’d seen Grey’s Anatomy and Scrubs. She knew some things.

“It’s not too dangerous.” Her stomach clenched with the lie, and she tried not to think about Debbie. She hadn’t even been out as Magma that night. Maybe it would have ended differently if she had. Zane made no move to stand, and Cass made no move to leave. She could walk him home after this was done, she thought. Make sure the guy who’d attacked him wouldn’t come back. It would be nice. “I’m a nymph,” she said, more open with it than any of the fae she’d ever known would have preferred her to be. “A kind of fae that’s tied to nature. I’m an oread, which means I go with rocks and mountains. Or, um, volcanoes, specifically, for me. And you’re a vampire, right? How long have you been one?”

—

Zane was thankful for his savior sticking around and not only because he was curious to know more about her. Even though he probably wasn’t going to pass out, the slight chance of it was worrying and he definitely didn’t want any of his coworkers to find him out here. It would lead to questions that he didn’t have normal answers to, not to mention it would inevitably delay him getting home to feed. The thought of that was terrifying - being dragged back into the hospital, getting hungrier by the minute, around all of the wounded people and healthcare workers… Shaking the thought away, he tucked in the end of the bandage. It would do until he got home. At least he wouldn’t be walking the streets with a gaping, open head wound.

Focusing on her explanation, Zane racked his brain for a pop-culture equivalent of what she was describing. The closest he came was remembering Tinker Bell so he gave up. “Wow,” he breathed, genuinely amazed, his expression portraying every bit of it. Maybe that had something to do with why she smelled so different. “That’s… wow.” Questions sluggishly came to mind but Cass seemed to have a few of her own as well. “Yeah, guess you know more about this stuff than me.” He smiled sheepishly, shifting slightly to test the odds of standing up. The ground wasn’t spinning quite as violently as before. “It’s just been a few months. A few very weird months,” he admitted before finally making an actual attempt to stand up.

One hand braced against the wall as his feet pressed into the ground, dizziness making him sway for a moment before it passed. “Uh, what about you?” Talk through the pain, through how much some blood would help right now. “Is the…” His free hand waved as Zane dug back for the word, “whole nymph thing something you’re born into?”

—

A few months. He really was new to this, then. The closest comparison Cass could think of to relate it to was her experience of being removed from her aos si and forced to live in the human world for the first time on her own, and even that didn’t seem like a fair comparison. After all, she’d known a little about humans before she’d been thrust into their world, had a fascination with them that had caused quite a few of her problems to begin with. If Zane had been like most humans before he was turned, there was a pretty good chance he hadn’t even known vampires existed. To go from thinking something was a work of fiction to being that thing yourself… Cass could only imagine how strange it must have been. A few very weird months seemed like an understatement.

Hesitantly, Cass hovered close to him as he swayed, trying to decide what she should do if he fell. She wasn’t sure she could carry him anywhere, and dragging him seemed like it’d be a bad idea. Maybe distracting him from the pain was the best bet. “I bet it was weird,” she said, trying to keep him talking. “Going from being human to being something else. Did you know about any of this before? Did the person who turned you stick around to explain at all? I guess I don’t really know what’s normal for vampires in that, um, situation.” Metzli’s sire, from everything Cass knew, had been awful, but was everyone’s? Surely not, right?

Smiling just a little as he turned the question around on her, Cass nodded. “You’re only a fae if you’re born a fae,” she confirmed. “One or both of your parents needs to be one. Usually they both are because, um… A lot of fae don’t really… like people who aren’t fae. But my mom was human.” Is human? She didn’t know if her mother was alive or not, didn’t know where she might be if she was. But that wasn’t really what Zane was asking about here, was it?

—

If not for the lingering fear of ending up hurting the young girl, fae or not, Zane would have asked her to steady him for a walk towards the street. As it was right now, he didn’t dare have her come much closer than she was at the moment. Cass was kind, sympathetic, and even though the fact that she seemed to run along at night like some vigilante worried him, Zane found that he definitely liked her. “It’s been an… adjustment. Is an adjustment,” he replied honestly, finding it easy to open up when she was being so honest herself. At least she seemed honest but his tendency to see the best in people wasn’t always a hundred percent right. “But yeah, I’m part of a group. Or a clan, it’s sort of like a family but… well, less like a family than I thought it would be. But I’m not completely alone so there’s that.”

Aside from Emilio, Zane hadn’t really divulged his apprehensions about his clan to anyone. Chris had accidentally found out that the vampires he was reluctantly looped in with weren’t exactly the nicest bunch but aside from that, it was a worry he was so far carrying on his own. It felt nice to say it outloud, to just admit that the situation he’d stupidly gotten himself into was far from perfect. Disclosing it to someone who was still by all definitions a stranger and probably wanted nothing to do with this information was maybe not the best call but Zane was really just trying to focus on the positive right now.

As Cass spoke, Zane finally relinquished the safety of the wall and to his surprise, stood pretty balanced. It was shocking that no one had yet joined them here in the dark and he wasn’t really willing to test his luck on that. One hesitant step followed another and he relaxed. His head was still throbbing but at least walking seemed to be on the table for now. “Sorry to hear about your mom,” he said softly, having taken note of the past tense Cass had used. Then again, there was a possibility that her mother was alive but no longer human. “I know what it’s like to be without parents so really, I’m sorry.” Did she have anyone in town? If there were more vigilante fae like her, odds were he would have run into them at some point. Was she hiding this nighttime activity from her family or was she alone?

It was a relief to reach the street, cars passing and people bustling about, Cass’s smell mingling in with everything else the town had to offer. Under normal circumstances, Zane loved the walk home after a shift, giving him time to ruminate over everything that had taken place. Now, with his leg aching and head searing, a taxi seemed like the best idea. Hailing the closest one down, he turned back to Cass. “Thanks again,” he said, smiling softly. “I would love to… I don’t know, buy you a coffee or something? Not really sure what the protocol is for paying someone back after they save you from a man with a steel pipe.”

—

A group? Cass wondered if it was at all like an aos si, full of like people coming together. She’d often longed for what an aos si was supposed to be, often thought of the community she’d missed out on through her wretched inability to belong to the people she was supposed to belong to. Did Zane ever feel like that? Was that what he meant when he said it was less like a family than he thought it’d be?

Oftentimes, she felt as though there was something inherently wrong with her. Otherwise, why had life played out the way it had? Why hadn’t her aos si accepted her, why had she found nowhere to belong in nineteen years of trying? But if Zane was having trouble fitting in with his clan as well, if someone who seemed kind and nice and helpful couldn’t quite find his place in a group of people who’d chosen to bring him into its fold in a pretty permanent kind of way, maybe it meant that she wasn’t entirely at fault for her lack of belonging. It was always easier for her to see the positive in someone else’s situation than her own. Optimism was born when the two situations were similar enough to make a comparison. “Do you like them?” She asked the question carefully, casually. Like nothing at all hinged on the response. It wasn’t a spoken lie, but it burned in her throat all the same.

Zane seemed to be able to stand on his own two feet even without the support of the wall, and Cass found some relief in that. It was a good thing; it meant he was already healing a little. She didn’t know enough about vampires to know quite how fast their healing worked. Metzli seemed to get into enough scrapes to suggest that she’d end up figuring it out quickly if they continued their ‘friendship’ with her, though Cass wasn’t confident that would be the case. Eventually she was going to have to release them from their promise, and despite their claims that she wasn’t as bad as they’d originally assumed, she doubted they’d stick around for long after. No one ever did. Shrugging at the mention of her mother, she looked away. “You don’t have to apologize. I never even met her. I don’t even know if she’s still alive or not. She just… didn’t want me.” She shrugged again like it was nothing, like it didn’t mean anything, like it didn’t still sting. It wasn’t important anymore. Maybe it never had been.

He thanked her again, and she knew she should tell him a little more about fae, knew she should warn him about that kind of thing so it didn’t come back to bite him in the ass later on, but she didn’t. She was so much more selfish than she wanted to be, sometimes. So much more selfish than she ought to be. Heroes weren’t supposed to do things like this, but she tucked the gratitude away anyway. “You’re welcome,” she replied with a small smile. “Coffee would be fun, I think. But after you’ve healed up a little. I don’t know if you’re supposed to drink caffeine when you have a head injury or whatever.” They never talked about that subject on Grey’s Anatomy.

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It was such a loaded question, despite the ease in which Cass had asked it. Did Zane like the people he currently lived with? Who made sure he was fed and all things considered, were people he would be spending an indeterminate amount of time with considering the whole immortality of his new situation? As if his pause before answering hadn’t been answer enough in itself, Zane found himself blurting out the truth under his breath. “Not really.” His face portrayed just how little interest he had in elaborating, even though he knew he’d be spending the next few hours by himself just going over what this all even meant.

He listened to her answer and despite still feeling woozy, Zane was adept enough at reading body language to see through her casual tone. Of course she was hurt. Not meeting your parent didn’t mean you wouldn’t yearn for them, think about what could have been. It didn’t mean that you wouldn’t feel abandoned which he could painfully relate to. “Hey, well, her loss, right?” he replied softly, going for uplifting even though one sentence would hold little power against a lifetime of feeling left out.

Cass accepting the offered coffee made him feel a little more at ease. Even though Zane had plenty of his own shit to deal with, he wanted to look out for her. Probably saw a little bit of himself in the girl and as much as he hoped she currently had someone looking out for her, he couldn’t count on it. Not yet, at least, so he wanted to make sure. If not, at least she had a vampire with a truckload of baggage on her side now. “Eh, caffeine never hurt anyone,” he joked, hesitating as he wanted to offer a handshake but worried about feeling the warmth of her skin. So he settled for a gentle punch to her shoulder which he immediately regretted, shaking his head awkwardly before getting into the taxi. “Hey, uh… be careful out there.”

#cass.001 #writing #who helps the helpers #thread:cass #magmahearts

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meera000 · 11 months

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Crazy smells lately

day 1

Obviously i appreciate and cherish all of my senses equally but i feel like i overlook smell the most. i think for me it's a three-way first-place tie between sight touch and sound, and then smell and taste are a two-way second-place tie. if i had to rank them that is — i've been faced with that question a maximum of two times. that being said, the first time i got covid i was like if i lose my taste and/or smell i will kms. didn't happen thank god.

anyway. committed voluntary overstimulation by going into le labo this morning. now i am back in the hotel room and i smell like their paris exclusive vanille 44 perfume and it's giving me a headache. this is just like the time last spring when i put on my usual fragrance before going out — margiela replica by the fireplace … need to try something new i fear — and it gave me such a fucking horrid headache that i had to go to bed early. i like perfume just fine. sometimes it is totally too much though. and, like, i want to understand le labo, because everyone who is cool likes it, but i must have tested out like 10 of their perfumes (8 on paper, 2 on my skin) and i did not like a single one. the only way i can describe how i feel about it was that everything smelled wrong. too strong in an industrial way. i can't come up with a better word. i walked out feeling like i was covered in soot.

and like i'm not even trying to be contrarian here!! i tried so hard to like it! it just didn't do it for me.

tomorrow i am going to go to dover street parfums market. surprisingly i have never tried out any of the cdg perfumes, ironic bc it's my favorite. looking at the brand list on the site rn. little nervous but we will see how it goes.

a couple of my friends work at the aesop downtown which is near where i work, and i should probably go visit them. but i am worried that i just won't understand again. at least i will get a discount.

day 2

hit dover street parfums market. layout was crazy imo. it was like a very clean maze. i left overstimulated … surprise !

i don't have much to say. everything looked cool but i was overwhelmed. lowkey i blacked out. i have only a couple of formulated thoughts which i will share next.

guys i think there is something wrong with me … i didn't love any of the cdg perfumes either. i did like concrete the most, and cdg2 knocked me out in a bad way, but i was just like oh my god for most of it. i don't know what's going on!! i tried out the replica perfumes they had and those were the only ones i actually liked. have i been conditioned by maison margiela to only like their fragrances?! am i going through a phase??? is it ok to not enjoy perfume?!

ugh i need to get into perfume more because i have no idea what i'm talking about. i need to be able to recognize what smells i like-- in the winter i like to be warm and in the summer i like to be fresh, but i need to learn to pinpoint specific smells. hopefully i just smell good naturally too but my biggest fear, more than rejection and being forgotten, is smelling bad and i feel that i have to wear perfume to feel some sort of control!!

now i'm all like, why does it even matter if i don't like any of these dsm perfumes? obvi i want to signal to people that i know what i'm doing -- i am a bitch who loves fashion and has a coherent style whatever, and also a deep love of external validation even tho i am also confident in myself. so it shouldn't bother me if i don't fuck with a cdg perfume because regardless i still have my shit together. i can't let the perfume wear me just because of its brand! and yet here i am like nooo what's wrong with me. i need to take a nap

dspm

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mysadgirlside · 8 days

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**please block me, don’t report me, this is my safe space**

Hi 🤍,

I’ve just recently got back to tumblr because of a new goal I’ve set myself. I’ve had an ed since I was 15 and I’m now 21.

At my lowest, still living in my parents house, I was 98 pounds.

At my highest weight, I was 130 pounds.

Right now, I live with my boyfriend. And last week I’ve decided to get back into my old habits of restricting. I haven’t been restricting since like 3-4 years now.

It’s insane how much tumblr got me to be motivated. I’ve set my goal and i will get there.

I don’t own a scale rn and I’m trying to not be as mean as I was to myself when I started at fifteen. Back then, I was also dealing with sh. I’m trying to be more kind and patient with myself this time. It’s been only one week and I can already see the results of my restricting on my body (<<<looser jeans & tops 🤭).

My stats

Height : 5’2

Weight last week when I started (estimated, I don’t own a scale) : 140

Gw (I will get a scale eventually) : 120

Hgw : 115

Facts about me

- I’m vegetarian (luv animals, not as a diet)

- I have emetophobia (no purging for me 🙅🏻‍♀️)

- My brain still debates sometimes if I should not be doing what I’m doing (restricting) because a couple months ago I was starting to accept myself as I was, with rolls, with cellulite, with fat on my thighs, my stomach and my face, and my arms ugh 😑. But I’ve decided that I can’t go on and see myself and be disappointed. I’m just trying to not be mean to myself and lose weight to have more confidence, find myself more pretty and be the better version of myself. I’m sticking with this mindset whatever my brain tells me 🫡

- What made me get back into it? I have a new job where I’m sitting all day. Don’t get me wrong I love my job but my last one was like a workout every day and I was walking around all day. Since I’ve been at my new work place I’ve started to have bad red stretch marks on my body and this, I couldn’t handle this. Seeing the marks.. my skin stretching because too much fat goes into me I couldn’t handle it..

My rules

- not go above approximately 1000c/day. I know for some 1000 is A LOT, but I see results, I eat healthier, it prevents me from binging and feeling bad about myself, plus exercising keeps me under 1000 when I do it (by burning the cals I ate)

- no eating from 7pm to 8am during week days (got to eat before work otherwise I’ll pass out 🫠)

- three little meals a day during week days

- no eating from 7pm to 10:30am or more during weekends.

- two meals a day during the weekend

- walk/bike/skate/exercise at least 2-3 times a week.

My goal

This summer will be mine. I’ll be confident. I just bought so many cute dresses that’ll fit me so nicely. I will be able to wear crop tops again!! And not feeling self conscious about my stomach!!!

I’ll be ok to wear my swimsuits and new ones (I had bought one pieces in the last year or so because I couldn’t see myself in bikinis anymore..)

I’ll be so pretty and I will be the thinner friend 😌.

My tattoos are gonna be even more pretty on me when I’ll be thin. I can’t wait.

Reminders

- What do I really want? A flat stomach or food?

- It’s hard yes, but think of your body in three weeks!

- I can still enjoy life without sweets, chips, and grease… I will certainly enjoy life with no rolls, thighs that do not touch and delicate hands.

- I can still eat just less, and by being mindful about what I put in my body and what quantity, my body will thank me. Plus, I will be more happy about my reflection.

🤍 if you want to talk I’m there and I’d love to be the ear you might need.

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 2 years

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Update/Trip report 25ish

I have been... severely neglecting this blog. I'm sorry bruh I just now am starting to get out that weird ass funk I was in for the last weekish

My skin hasn't been getting any worse. I can't particularly tell if it's still yellower than it should be or if this is my normal tone but either way not tripping on it anymore. My eyes have nearly went back to their normal hue. The blood vessels in my eyes are a bit more visible but nothing too alarming

I am a lot less exhausted too. I went from sleeping in and lying around alllll day to my normal lazy routine. I don't do tooo much of anything anyway but I at least now have the energy to do other shit without passing out midway through

My acid reflux is weird to sum it up quick. I've been getting full a lot quicker than usual and me attempting to eat anymore than the little shit here and there I've been doing lately makes it hurt hurt.

Uh actually new symptom I've noticed is my heart hurting when I want dph. Well. Not like want.. need? Ig. Dunno. It's fairly new but my chest feels tight sometimes and I'll struggle to feel my heartbeat and I'd usually pop a few to get rid of it. Tho with me and R being otp a lot as of late I have had to be a lot more selective/careful with how much I take and when. I can play it off pretty well with damn near anyone else but my bsf can sniff it out at times. Plus, I'm a lot quieter in general when I'm high which is kinda problematic when I'm mostly otp to comfort/distract R. I wouldn't be all that useful for that if I'm preoccupied tryna play it cool

Me and R have been on the phone damn near everyday since her and her partner broke up. Well. Took a break? I dunno bruh to me I think not talking to your partner at all and actively ignoring them is a nonverbal breakup. Especially with all her health shit. I get the silent treatment and shit but letting that get bad enough where you aint checking in when she has life changing news flung on her is just blatantly showing you don't give a fuck which TO ME = breakup. I can understand a whole lotta disrespect but the moment you let it effect things to the point you're just.. not cooperating. Not bothering to make sure they're okay.. Completely stepping away from yall until you feel like allowing things to go back to how it was. That's a breakup. Plain and simple

Sorry slight tangent. I just.. it's unimaginable imo. I even bothered to do that much when I thought I was dying lmfao. I may've been slumped a good 75% of the time it ain't that hard to shoot a text and keep it moving. If im being real, I wasn't even gonna tell her I was fucked up but I knew it'd make her actually answer my damn texts. It feels.. slightly manipulative but I honestly don't even care I just needed to make sure she wasn't doing anything absurdly stupid.

Uh but yeh. Everyday damn near since as at first I'd be sleep so good I wouldn't notice she texted so she'd call me to make sure I wasn't like dead and shit. Then she'd keep me otp to ease her anxiety on that shit. Ya know. Like making sure if some shit did happen she'd immediately hear it. Then as I got back right I texted back more consistently and I figured we'd stop talking again but then she started doing entirely too much as far as getting high to not think and shit and she'd call cause she knew I knew what's normal and not you know? I'm sure it was partially so she wouldn't feel so lonely but I'm sure she only turned to me cause I wouldn't make too much of a fuss about her getting high. I mean like, course.. I'd prefer her not to do all that period but I know I really can't stop her completely rn. She's going through a lot rn and that's just how she deals with it. I know whether or not I press her on that she's taking em so I'd rather keep her from being too unsafe with it.

Now it's prolly just routine. And I can semi replace her partner as far as constantly being otp. I know she'd pick her over me if she could but for now I can at the very least fill the gap so she doesn't feel like her entire world is got snatched from under her. I know how it is to go from always having someone there to being completely alone (ish. we both have siblings and shit but course aint exactly the same) Shit is hard and it's so easy to spiral and feel like everything's wrong cause so much changes all at once. I feel gross and odd knowing that that's all I am. Shit is gonna be all gone soon as her partner comes back around. But honestly I'd rather just hold my tongue and deal with the reabandoning shit once it comes. No real reason to make her think about that rn she has enough on her plate as is

Actually otp rn lmao. Slightly salty off some shit she said about her partner and shit but.. is what it is tbh. I'm tryna stay quietish and type loudish so she will think I'm just not talking much cause I'm focused on this. I know if I talk rn my voice'll prolly give it away so I'm tryna chill out with this stuff.

Uh but. As for trip report 25. I took 150 last night and passed out not realizing it. Was not the plan at all but not too mad. I woke up forgetting I took it tho no real consequences from that. My heart kinda hurts tho so I might pop a few extra rq. Dunno.

I'm gonna stop that there tho.. I don't wanna be too quiet and have her figure it out that way lol. I think Ima semi tell about this blog but not fully fully as it'd be an EXTREMELY stupid decision on my end lmfao

#misc #update #trip reports

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xenizaation · 2 years

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abundance

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors pleas dni! pairing: jeon jungkook x fem! reader genre: established relationship, rich!idol! boyfriend jungkook, heavy smut word count: 4.3k warnings: manual stimulation, oral sex (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, back scratching, face riding, slight hair pulling, creampie. a/n: i'm down bad in my jungkook phase rn...........he is so hot i feel like crying istg. anyway this is one of my favorite fics because of the jet ski bit which might or might not be inspired by a true story *laughs awkwardly*👀👀👀👀👀 anyways, hope u guys enjoy and make sure to leave some feedback! i love to read it! xoxo

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serendipity.

maybe (only maybe) it was a stretch to think that something so simple would make you feel this way. bathing in the morning sunlight, opening your eyes from time to time to stare at the blue sky or follow the flight of occasional seagulls that would enter your field of vision. any other day and the sun would've felt too hot, but today it was crisping you up just enough. stationed somewhere in the ocean, laying on the deck of your boyfriend's unnecessarily expensive yacht, glass of equally expensive and fancy champagne next to your head. what a life to live, huh? these little escapades were a rare occurrence in your life as a couple. you were a busy woman and jungkook was triple the amount. living life as an international star had its pro's seeing how both of you were now lavishly vacationing on a big yacht, but it had even more con's. everything in between you was a secret, something you had to learn to live with. something that didn't make you disappointed anymore when you would plan a week ahead and get your plans cancelled the night before. all because he couldn't prioritize you. but you knew all that was for the better and with time, you learned that the things you thought were detrimental to your relationship were actually the things that would make it work, at least for the time being. if it ever got out it would've been done and over with.

the last thing you wanted was for you and jungkook to break up. if you had to admit, the bond in between you was like nothing you ever had with anyone before. and that includes any type of relationship, be it friends or lovers. you found it peculiar at the beginning, how easily he would say the things you were thinking or how you discovered him to have most of the same principles you had. strange how to people so different from one another are still so much alike, needing only a glance to understand what thoughts gather in the other's head.

you were endlessly challenging each other in different ways. be it how jungkook (the adrenaline eater on toast for breakfast) would make you do bungee jumping off a bridge or how you would show him what you do in a yoga class and make him sit mostly still for an hour so he can relax, each of you were helping the other grow in different ways and you were thankful for that. even more thankful for him. for you were not only connected with jungkook's mind, but his body as well. him being by far the best lover that dared join you to bed.

the feeling of his fingers grazing your soft skin would linger on your body and especially on your mind for weeks on end, until they would find themselves in the same place all over again. his wild personality was mirrored in his unique style of making love, being rough yet passionate, intense yet comfortable. it was familiarity that you would always encounter when any of your love scenes took place, no matter the odd locations where they did. seeing how he lived a turbulent life, you had to adapt to it. but you were not complaining, both of you had become accustomed to quick sex in restaurant bathrooms when he gets an unexpected call during dinner. or steamy sex in the shower to get two things done at the same time when he would have to prepare for a concert. as for the latter, one of the tasks would be successfully failed seeing how you would need another shower in itself after the deed was done.

jungkook made you feel things no other has. his love was heating you up just like the sun did, sun which you felt was stolen away from you.

you open your eyes, coming in contact with a jungkook that wears a smile too excited for your own good. he's sat on his heels, slightly leaned over you as his broad shoulders cast a shadow over your skin. you frown, trying to figure out whatever mischief his pretty head might've came up with this time.

"you're blocking the sun." you slowly mutter out, dragging your eyes over his body, admiring his faintly golden skin under his tattoos and his toned abs, slowly dragging your gaze down to the waistband of his shorts and his muscular thighs. you can't help yourself and drape your hand over his torso, resting it on waist as you rub it slowly. you sigh heavily as you look over to him again. all for you.

"i think the sun has stared at you enough," the man says as he cups your cheek, lowering himself enough so his face rests right in front of yours. "my turn now." he adds before capturing your lips in a slow, soft kiss. one that arises a certain heat inside you, feeling his tongue shyly swirl inside your mouth as yours tastes him with hunger. you feel him groan into your mouth as you pinch his side jokingly. he chuckles as he breaks the kiss, staring at you for a few seconds. looking into his shiny eyes, you realize that whatever he would ask of you right now, you won't be able to give him a no as an answer.

"wanna take a ride on the jet ski?" the question comes, reading your mind like always.

"i don't know how to ride the jet ski."

"yeah, but your boyfriend knows how to do everything, doesn't he?" jungkook adds as he displays a smug smile. you chuckle upon hearing his words, looking in the opposite direction at the ocean stretching far, far away.

"what if i fall?" you ask genuinely concerned.

"if you fall then i'll jump after you before the sharks get to eat you alive." he answers, starting to laugh when he sees your face distorting as fear overwhelms you. "but that won't happen!" he comforts through giggles as he takes your face in both of his palms, kissing you once again.

"i'll show you how to ride it, c'mon." he says as he gets up to his feet, extending his hand towards you. you gladly take it and let him yank your weight up, helping you in a standing position as well.

"okay, you're doing good baby." manner of praise that you're used to hear in a completely different context resounds in your ears from behind.

after securing the life vest tightly around you, jungkook wasted no time in getting you on the jet ski, quickly telling you how to maneuver it with his strong arms on top of yours showing you the acceleration and the brake, thoroughly explaining how everything works.

"you can go faster, you know." he chuckles as he presses your hand resting on the accelerator. you laughed in terror, intending to resist the way his hand was hugging yours tightly, trying to reach the full speed of the watercraft. as much as you enjoyed the adrenaline, you couldn't look past at how the ocean stretched as much as you could see, even his boat being a little further away than what you'd be comfortable with. you closed your eyes, letting the droplets of water splash your face in a refreshing manner as the air breezed through your hair.

you could get lost in the feeling, the one of freedom, if you wouldn't feel your boyfriend's palms resting on your bare thighs, massaging them slowly as his breath, hot in comparison with the ocean breeze, fans over the soft skin of your neck. you open your eyes and look in the right mirror, his doe-like eyes begging more of you once again. something that you'd be happy to endorse as always. you slow down your hold on the accelerator, the bumps that you felt every time the jet ski came in contact with a wave growing less aggressive as the watercraft went smoothly on the surface of the water. you raised your brows curiously when his hands climbed towards your heat, that was barely covered by the bikini you chose to wear. jungkook only smiled before starting to kiss your neck, slowly making his way up to your jaw, his hands keeping up pace, reaching your clothed pussy at the same time his lips sucked the sweet spot where your jaw and earlobe joined.

"is this part of teaching me how to ride a jet ski?" you ask, already turned on by the sight of his plush lips feasting on your skin in the mirror. his lip piercing brushed over your jaw as he looked at you, fingers pulling your bikini to the side as swiftly as the jet ski moved through the clear water.

"nah," he answers rubbing slow circles onto your awaiting clit. you couldn't help but get comfortable under his touch, leaning your back on his chest as your legs spread wider apart instinctively, letting him caress your sensitive bud just the way he knew perfectly well by now. "just a little reward for being such a quick study."

your fingers weaken their hold on the lever as jungkook's own start building a pace, the freshness of the situation toying with your head in a different way altogether, thinking of how easy it would be to just fuck right there and then. he clicked his tongue three times before stopping his movements the same time as the jet ski did.

"you gotta take us back to the boat if you wanna cum, babe." his voice deep as he whispered into your ear, eyes not leaving yours even for a second, pierced eyebrow rising expectantly as he finished his phrase. you huff as you roll your eyes with a smile on your face.

your hand grips the lever tight, making the jet ski rush through the water, jungkook's tattooed fingers mimicking the action as his pads trace circles over your clit faster. you let out a moan into the cold air as he latches his lips back to your neck when his other hand grips tightly on your thigh. your concentration fades, your mind dizzying itself up even more as you speed up the jet ski to its limit, jumping over each wave that comes your way. your ass smacks itself down on the seat violently with every impact and you are wondering if jungkook's body is being thrown into the air the same as yours but you draw a negative conclusion when you feel his hand pinning you down on the leather seat.

"rushing somewhere?" he sneers into your ear and you finally come back to your senses, only capable to give him a whimper as answer while slowing your grip on the lever as you realize the boat is getting closer to you, or you to the boat. you couldn't tell the difference anymore, not with how your high was building up rapidly, your legs shaking uncontrollably around the saddle seat of the jet ski. you struggled to keep your eyes opened and to maneuver the watercraft to the side of the boat as the waves of orgasm washed over you the same way the ones of the ocean washed over the hull of the white yacht. you threw your head back against jungkook's shoulder as loud moans were being ripped from you, his hand carrying you to overstimulation as his other one was digging crescents into the meat of your thigh.

"holy fuck!" you mutter out as you grab a hold of his knees, trying to pull yourself out of his touch as you arch your back but to no avail. because you didn't really wanted him to stop. every second passing by was sweet torture, jungkook's ministrations being able to bring you on the brink of exhaustion in only few moments.

his fingers stop slowly, your body still jolting under his touch as he dives for your hole, coating his fingers in your release before pulling them away from you. you make eye contact in the mirror again, his hand precisely making it's way to your lips, fingers waiting excitedly for you to open your mouth. you obey to the silent command and take his fingers inside you, swirling your tongue over and in between them as you look at jungkook. his eyes are filled with lust, his prey-like gaze from before long gone, being replaced by one of a predator.

"good girl." he whispers into your ear as he gently slaps the outsides of your thighs. removing his fingers from your mouth, he gives you a one sided smirk as he places his hands on the handlebar of the jet ski, maneuvering it closer to the boat so you two can get out of one floating thing and onto the other.

"oh my god!" you screamed loud enough for people to hear you on each side of the ocean. "i think that's a shark." words that come out way too pitched at the sight of what was most definitely a shark. shock takes sudden control of your mind and your body as you remain petrified, watching as the big animal swims right next to the hull of the yacht.

terrifying, you think to yourself, just as you always thought them to be. and suddenly all the times that you were met with a dismissive response of "yeah, but you'll never actually see any sharks" when you told people your greatest fear, turned out to be untrue.

"really?" you hear from behind you, the only thing keeping you connected to the current reality being the sweet voice of your boyfriend.

sweet voice matched along with mischievous actions as you feel strong hands pushing you forward into the water and pulling you back just before your torso made contact with the edge of the boat. you scream once again, now a sound that seems ripped from a horror movie. your eyes keep wide as your heart starts beating uncontrollably whilst your tensed back is being pressed tight against jungkook's firm chest. his hands keep their place on your shoulders, rubbing slowly as you hear his croaked laugh from behind you.

"i-i'm breaking up with you." you mutter out slowly and he only laughs harder to your comment, turning you to face him.

"you said that when i made you paraglide and here we are." he says through a pout, gesturing down with his eyes when enunciating the last three words.

"not for long if you're gonna feed me to the shark." you reply and he throws his head back in laughter again, long black strands of hair flowing as he moves. this time you join him too, heart still beating fast. you knew it was because of him, but you weren't sure if it was him fake pushing you into the water or just him.

yeah, you got scared, but in reality you knew he would rather throw himself in the water than risk losing you. if you thought about it, a heart attack would've been worth it just to see him laugh the way he does now, smile brighter than the sun in the mid-day, the mole under his lower lip ever present and ever stealing the show as his naked chest heaved for air upon his last chuckles.

"let me make it up to you." he whispers close to your ear as his hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"well, you could make it up to me by not trying to feed me to the shark." you whisper back, pressing your hands on his chest not only to feel him but also to put some distance in between the two of you so you can look into his eyes again. he hums as his lips twitch in a wicked smile, looking to the side as if considering the option you just gave him, eyes laying back on yours with a far more dangerous gaze than whatever swam in the water beneath your feet.

"or i could feed on your pussy on the deck of our very expensive yacht." he suggests, latching his soft lips on your neck, the metal of his piercing stroking your skin again. you don't know what gets your heat pooling most: the sudden erotic statement or the mutual attribution of his possession and how he chose to say our instead of my, when in reality it was his yacht. you hum in return, interlocking the fingers of both of your hands at the back of your boyfriend's neck as you let yourself swayed by him in the place aforementioned.

he's quick to lay you down on your back, taking his rightful place in between your parted legs as he kneels on the white shiny surface. jungkook leans over you, smashing his hungry lips onto yours, making sure to reach beyond any point his tongue has reached before. his fingers tickle your nape as they untie the string of the top of your swimsuit, leaving your breasts naked under his sight, nipples all hardened up for him. he moans as he takes one of them into his mouth, licking it painfully hard while he massages your other breast. you whimper, arching your back as your right hand finds a hold of his head, pulling him closer. you feel the vibrations of his moan down to each and every end of your nerves when your other hand scratches his back a little too harshly, letting your nipple out with a loud pop, he rises to his knees again, eyeing each part of you closely whilst untying the strings of the bikini bottom as well.

"fuck, your body..." he whispers as he slightly palms his growing length. you could say the same about him, all sweaty from the heat, golden skin highlighting your favorite parts of his body even more- his collarbones, the defined line in between his muscular pecs, his toned abs and oh, so beautiful v line. maybe gods really did walk on earth.

"i know i said i'd eat you out," jungkook articulates as he sits beside you, giving you an all knowing look. "but i changed my mind." he adds, helping you get up and over him, laying down on his back right as your thighs hug each side of him. he hooks his strong hands under your thighs and pulls you as close to his face as he can, letting you do the rest of the job as you quickly realize what it is that he wants. still a manner of eating someone out, you think, but you understand what he meant to say: i won't feed on you, you'll be feeding me yourself.

you rise off of him a bit, so you can place yourself better on top him, wet pussy hovering right above his mouth. your thighs straddling each side of his face as he pulls your weight down, wasting not a second more as his eager tongue licked a smooth path from your clit to your hole, collecting all your nectar in his mouth. he groaned into your core, devouring the sweet flesh of your pussy as his tongue delved deeper inside you. you began slow motions of your hips, thanking whatever gods forged jungkook for making his nose the way it was, for it was now brushing perfectly against your clit as you grinded on his face. his smooth palms place themselves on your ass cheeks, encouraging you even further to make a mess out of him as his veiny arms moved in tandem with the rolls of your hips, pushing you further down his mouth.

the sun was the only witness to the erotic scene the two of you were displaying, hot rays grazing your back as you were desperately chasing your high. jungkook was sending vibrations into your core as he murmured in satisfaction upon hearing your high pitched moans, working harder in the process of tongue fucking you with each second passing by. your hips move frantically when the ticklish sensation in your lower abdomen starts to make it's appearance and you find hold of the metal railing in front of you, squeezing it as tight as jungkook is squeezing your ass. you let go with a breathy moan, tilting your body forward as your boyfriend laps up every drop of your hot release with hunger. you feel yourself jolt, not being aware of any other part of your body except where jungkook's tongue is, teasing your contracting hole. he takes it out slowly and licks his way up to your clit again, gasping quietly for air as his face gets itself out of the entrapment of your thighs. you look down at him, taking in his glistening jaw and wide smile as you give him one in return.

"if you ever decide to kill me, please do it this way." he says motioning his eyes down to your still pulsating core and back to you. you chuckle tiredly, slowly removing your body from his.

getting up to your feet requires more control from your thighs than you've ever needed, burning soreness making it's presence felt in between them. you extend your hand to him and he takes it, making no effort in rising to his feet. you walk down into the cockpit, pushing his chest slowly when you reach the cushioned bench on one side of it. he sits down, legs spread apart, giving you better vision to the bulge in the thin material of his black shorts. you vigorously collapse to your knees, taking less than two seconds to yank the only material covering him down to his ankles. you place your hands on his knees, slowly rising them to the erect member resting it's tip on his torso, head glistening in pre-cum as you get your hands to the base of it, rubbing it in slow up and down motion as you feel the skin shift underneath your tight hold.

he releases a moan through his bitten lower lip and you smirk up at him just before your mouth comes in contact with his shaft, engulfing it as you try to venture yourself deeper down. his length reaches the back of your throat, making you gag around it as you cover the part of his dick that just wouldn't fit in your mouth with your soft hands, jerking it slowly as you start bobbing your head.

"fuck..." he groans, taking a fistful of your hair, guiding your head smoothly down his cock, soaking it with your spit. you moan around him, tightening your grip of both his cock and thigh as the rhythm increases in pace. tears form at the outer corners of your eyes every time his tip brushes pleasantly against the back of your throat. you look up to him only to find his sight already upon you, eyes studying the pretty image of your soft lips around his cock through heavy lids and a grunt filled with tension. you bop your head faster, sloppily taking in whatever inch you can reach and he moans again, abruptly stopping your movements by yanking your head away. he leans in to kiss you, pinching his tip in between his thumb and index finger as he groans into your mouth.

"you almost had me there." he chuckles as he breaks the kiss, rising you by your armpits and anchoring you on his lap. you laugh as you place your knees on the surface he was sat on, his hands on your waist as he helps you up. you quickly align his wet tip with your even wetter entrance and slowly slide down with a quiet whimper, throwing your head back when the feeling of him finally stretching you out is given to your craving body. he grabs a hold of your ass cheeks again, creating space in between the both of you so he can thrust into you, at first slowly but increasing pace rapidly as you buried your nails in his muscular back, leaving long red trails when you slid them towards his shoulders.

you thought to yourself that your screams definitely traveled to the shores, reaching the ears of people as jungkook was drilling his hips into you at an ungodly speed, making sure to fill you up to the brim every time his hips went up. it was fast and passionate all together and every time you closed your eyes you seemed to forget where you were. nothing bore importance anymore other than jungkook and his sweet voice into your ear as he moaned louder than ever before, music to your ears. he seemed to take advantage of the fact that the two of you were stranded alone even more than you did. his movements grew messy as his groans grew deeper and in no longer than seven more strides, jungkook stilled his hips, pressing them upwards so his cock was as deep as it could be inside of you. hot ropes of white liquid were painting your velvety walls, the feeling making your head dizzy.

jungkook was breathing hardly, head buried in the crook of your neck as your hand was in his hair, brushing through his luscious, black strands. although you didn't cum again, your pussy was convulsing around his softening member, clit still aching from the two orgasms you had before. the feeling was as sweet as honey and you delighted in it, wishing for time to never pass. to leave you and jungkook in this moment as you looked at the ocean and the sun slowly starting to set down, painting it a pretty shade of pink. you remained hugged for some time, not muttering even a word out as your boyfriend traced lazy circles on your back with his soft fingers, you still massaging his head softly as your own started to pulsate shyly.

"i think i got a sunstroke." you say as you pull away from his embrace, only to place your hands on his chest and kiss his lips softly. he giggles quietly into your mouth, taking a hold of your nape with his tattooed hand and deepening the kiss.

"don't worry baby," he whispered close to your face, mouth traveling down to your jaw, neck, chest, slowly planting wet kisses along it's way. "i'm gonna fuck it away for you."

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jungkook.... whining... while oc rides his dick.... brain is shortcircuiting rn

I... I have no words for how this came out of me at the speed it did. This is kinda funny to put out when the next parts are gonna be pretty sad (not too sad ofc) but lmao nonetheless

So, Beg (M)

Words: 1.2k

Note: This is a drabble for The Household's Bunny Series

Pairing: Soft yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Camgirl! Reader

Warnings: 18+, dom/sub dynamics, riding, whining, name-calling, flustered jk, cream pie, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, brat! reader, finger sucking

Jungkook knew many things about himself, arguably he knew even more about you. The most basic being you were a sub and he was a hard dom. There had never been any question about how well puppy dog eyes fit on your face as you begged for sweet release and the way a sadistic smile would curve onto his features as he ripped your request to shreds. He was cruel, dastardly, and evil. He was a cry baby brat's worst nightmare, your worst nightmare, and if you didn't know that by now, after this little show, you would be learning that lesson days after it ends.

"Fuck." He grit out as he threw his head back.

If only he could focus on how sorry you would be among the base need to empty himself within you as you swirled your hips slowly.

You clicked your tongue, "Kook, that's a bad word." You stated matter-of-factly, "I told you to say nice words if you want to be rewarded." You clenched around him but ceased movement when he tried to push his hips up, a difficult task considering how his limbs were tied to his bedposts as you had been countless times before.

He let out a breathy laugh, "You're just so soft and tight, bunny." He resisted the urge to tell you all about how screwed you were. He did agree to let you take control, figuring you would hardly know what to do. Had he known Taehyung had given you tips beforehand, he would've never agreed to this torture, "C'mon, baby, be nice to me." He did his best not to make it sound like a command but the pressure in his dick as it pulsed inside you did him no favors.

You rolled your eyes at his poor attempt to get mercy. Flattery was the oldest trick in the book, and one you had mastered, so he would have to try much harder. You looked down at the idol before you and fought the urge to sigh dreamily, "You're so pretty, Koo." You mused, hands rubbing over his defined abs and slowly making your way up his chest, "I never knew you would look this cute all needy and desperate." You could see his face flush even more as you rolled your hips against him slowly. Letting out a shaky breath you continued, "Don't you think you're a cutie?"

His eyes rolled back as you leaned down, breasts pressing against him, while your mouth hovered over his, "Baby." He tried to warn you but only received a light kiss.

"Say you're a cutie." You ordered, "And maybe I'll move some more, hm?"

Jungkook was no stranger to praise, and he knew he was attractive. His physical appearance had rarely been an issue to him, but with the way you looked down on him, he couldn't help but hesitate, "That's ridiculous-"

"Bad." You giggled against his ear before your lips found purchase on his neck, sucking harshly and enjoying the groan you ripped from him, "Tell me you're a cutie."

Jungkook found himself weak when it came to your affection and had no choice but to surrender, at least a little.

He sighed, "I'm a cutie, now just-" The words died on his tongue as you sat up and pulled yourself from him before sinking back down. He swore nirvana was on the horizon as you swiveled your hips.

"So hard for me." You gasped out, nails pressing into his stomach. Fuck, he loved when you marked him up, "Feels good." You moaned with a small giggle.

He nodded, his release gaining on him after what felt like hours of this torment, "It does, so sweet and tight-"

You couldn't fight your smile much longer as you stopped moving again. The disgruntled noise that left Jungkook’s lips only drew out your laughter, "So beg for it." You challenged, leaning down to look him in the eyes, "Beg me to ride you till you cum." The flare of dormant dominance in his eyes made you clench around him. You were sure if you hadn't reinforced the silk ties, he would've broken out ages ago.

"Bunny." He grit out, definitely warning you but the brokenness of his tone while your walls fluttered around his cock made it significantly less intimidating.

Unable to hold back much more, you captured his lips in a messy kiss. Your hands cupped his face as his tongue tangled with yours, "Beg, and I'll ride you till we both cum." You offered and he groaned, "Misbehave, and I ride you till I cum and have you use your hand to finish." You pouted, bouncing a little, chipping away at his sanity.

"You can't be serious-" He groaned when a hand of yours reached down to rub your clit in slow circles, but he could feel you clench around him in pleasure.

You grabbed his face with one hand, fingers slightly squishing into his cheek. Your grip was much more gentle than his, but it surprised him nonetheless, "Now, now, be good." You trailed your fingers that had previously been on your clit to his mouth, "Think about it." You whispered as he took your fingers in his mouth, licking messily to taste you as much as he could, "You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up nice and full? Make me your pretty little bitch?" The profanity only made his eyes roll back as he lathed his tongue over your digits and nodded. You ripped your fingers from his mouth and a whine bubbled in his throat, making you smile that beautiful smile he loved so dearly, "So beg me, sweetheart."

He was losing patience and control, "Please, bunny, ride me." He muttered.

"What was that, pet?" You provoked a glare from him with a sly smile.

"I need to fill you up, my pretty bunny." He rasped as you began moving slowly, "Please, I need you." The whine in his voice pushed your hips at a quicker pace that made him throw his head back against the pillow and moan.

"Sound so pretty for me." You cooed with a shaky voice as you found your high approaching way quicker than you expected, your sex feeling the effects of teasing Jungkook as long as you did, "I'm not gonna last long." There was a breathless chuckle in your voice that made his heart melt.

"Cum for me, baby." He groaned, "Fuck, I want you to cum nice and pretty for me and I'll fill you up." He wanted so badly to thrust his hips up and make you fall apart but as your nails dug into his skin while you cried out his name, he couldn't help the gratification of having the girl he admired ride him so desperately.

Seeing this needy and sweet Jungkook was more than enough to send you over the edge as you called his name with a scream while you fell apart. It didn't take long for him to follow you into the depths of desire.

Minutes later, you've untied him and collapsed on top of him with heaving breaths, "You know when I catch my breath, you're gonna get it, right?" He breathed and you looked up at him tiredly with a pout.

"Do you know how hard it was trying to control you?" You accused, "Cut me some slack."

He chuckled and it was one of your favorite songs, "Imagine how I feel with how much of a brat you are."

You gasped in fake offense and went to smack his chest but he grabbed your hand and used the leverage to flip you both over and capture you in a deep kiss. His stamina was really no joke.

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