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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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the babysitter 0.2 - mason mount

this is the very long awaited second part to 'the babysitter'. if you haven't read part one, it can be found here.

story summary: in which, after his ex-fiancee and your best friend, ashley, walked out on mason and their two year old daughter, gabriella, you’ve been babysitting her while mason goes to important events, and after a heated night, things get complicated.

warnings: the smut kicks off straight away (!!!). protected sex, oral, fingering, a bit of dirty talk and one or two petnames? soft!mason, angst (like,,, pretty major), talk of a (kind of??) deadbeat mother, swearing ??? i think that’s it. hasn’t been proofread x

requests are closed. dedicating this to @princessdemo purely bc she is single dad!mason's biggest fan <3

this is quite long and the end is pretty cheesy because i don’t like writing angst whatsoever, but it needed angst for the storyline to work <33

“god, mason,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch when he stroked your clit with his thumb, lips attaching to your nipple, “i need you, ‘s been so long since i’ve done this.”

mason made a noise in the back of his throat at your words, the tone of your voice sounded completely fucked out despite barely even being touched. his lips travelled back up your neck and up to your lips, where he tugged the bottom one between his teeth.

“why do you want to rush, Y/N? we’ve got all night,” he stated, his breath hot on your cheeks and engulfing you in him, “i promise i’ll make it worth while.”

you nodded, and let mason guide you to the bed where you laid back with your legs dangling over the edge waiting for him to touch you. his tongue circled your clit over the silk material of the shorts, and you jolted at the feeling. you ached for him, to feel every inch of him inside of you but you just didn’t know how to put your feelings into words.

he dipped a finger inside of you, his face inches from yours as he watched you fight off the need to moan, knowing that his daughter was only the other side of the landing. “you look so pretty underneath me like this, darling,” he cooed, his lips catching your jawline between them and sucking into the skin, “so wet all for me, hm?”

“all for you, mason,” you nodded, a breathless moan tumbling from your lips. he added another finger, and then another one, stretching you out so you were ready for him, and he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. both of you knew it was wrong, sleeping beside one another in the same bed he shared with your best friend, fucking you in the pyjama’s she wore, and worst of all treating it like it was your own life, like it was normal; but neither of you cared in that moment.

“good girl,” he drawled, “i can feel you getting close, wanna cum over my fingers?”

all you could do was nod, unable to string a coherent sentence together. it was pathetic on your behalf, mason had barely touched you, but you were so desperate and responsive for any form of touch that it overwhelmed your senses. you came over his fingers with a soft cry of his name, your chest heaving as you fought off several loud moans as best you could.

mason let out a long breath at the sight, and brought his fingers to his tongue, where he tasted you oh-so sweetly on his fingers, and the sight made you whimper. you sat up, the silk material of the top ripping at the seam, and helped mason tug at his jeans.

“fuck, Y/N, so eager,” he hissed when you wrapped your lips around his tip, pink and already leaking pre-cum. the top ripped at the seam some more as you bent down to suck him off, and it was driving mason wild. his hands braced against your shoulders, and with a gentle tap of his forefinger you pulled off of him with a pop.

“can i..?”

you nodded before he’d finished his words, his forefinger hooking at the busted seam of the top and pulling at the strings until it split in two and your boobs were free from the restraints of the silk. he gawked for a few seconds, before his lips attached around one of them and you whimpered gently, tugging his jeans further down his legs until they pooled at the floor.

“please, mason,” you whined, “please, i need you.”

“lay back, princess,” he instructed, helping you up to the pillows. he got on his knees and straddled you, pulling his shirt off of his back and making a beeline straight for your lips. “i could kiss you all night.”

your cheeks flushed and a soft pink covered the apples of them as you stifled a giggle. his fingers hooked under your shorts and - with the help of you lifting your hips up off of the bed - they slid right off. mason leaned over you to his bedside table, where he pulled out a condom, and you chuckled.

“it’s like you knew this would happen,” you teased, earning you a jab into the ribs in response.

“i always keep them in here, thank you very much,” he stated, cashing in on a few of the laughs. you watched him with soft, doe-like eyes as he rolled the condom onto his dick with ease, and he braced his hands on either side of your face, “ready?”

“ready.”

he mustered up the courage for a few seconds before pushing into you, watching your face intently as your eyes rolled back at the initial feeling. nothing in the world could compare to it, and when his pubic bone hit your skin and you realised he’d pushed himself into you fully, you whined.

he dragged in and out of you for a few pumps, his head dipping into your shoulder as he watched his dick disappear inside of you. “fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, “you’re so tight.”

“mhm,” you nodded, wrapping an arm around his bicep and stroking his hot skin, “and you’re not going fast enough.”

mason laughed at that, a loud, throaty laugh that made your heart flutter. he picked up the pace of his hips, moving your arms so they wrapped around his shoulders. one of his hands tugged at your legs, pushing them apart a further so he had easier access inside of you, and you moaned into his mouth.

“better?”

“fuck, yes,” you breathed, your face scrunching up in pleasure, “so fuckin’ good.”

you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, clenching around mason with every thrust and feeling the familiar onsets of a shake in your thighs. you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet, and the sight of seeing you so fucked out made mason moan softly.

“i’m so close, mason,” you moaned, snaking a hand down to rub at your clit, “you’re gonna make me -”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you were cumming around his dick, your back arching up so high your bellybutton touched his. the clenching of your pussy while you orgasmed triggered his own - “fuck, Y/N, i can’t hold off.” -your lips finding one anothers in order to keep you both quiet, drinking in the others moans as you both rode out your highs.

you stayed like that for a while, lip locked while mason’s dick softened slightly inside of you, until eventually he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back beside you, tossing the condom away and helping you under the covers.

you checked the baby monitor beside his bed, and gabriella had hardly moved an inch since the last time you checked. mason’s warmth radiated across the bed as he lay beside you, already half asleep and carefully and quietly you shuffled closer until you were tucked comfortably under his arm.

“i enjoyed that,” he admitted proudly, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheekbone as you both relished in one anothers warmth.

“i did too,” you replied, even though your eyes couldn’t help but wander across ashley’s untouched side of the bedroom, catching glimpses of the expensive perfume and jewelry on vanities and drawers, “i can’t help but feel guilty though.”

“why?” you felt mason’s eyebrows furrow against your temple and it made you shiver softly, “do you think we shouldn’t of done it?”

“no, no, that’s not what i’m saying,” you shifted so you could look at him, and the hand that was resting on your shoulder moved to your cheek, where he stroked it gently, “did it not feel weird? like you were cheating on her with her best friend?”

“ex best friend,” mason corrected you, and the both of you shared a soft chuckle, “and, uh, no, it didn’t feel like that to me.”

there was a short silence that sat among you, the only thing filling it was the rustling of gabriella in her bed on the monitor and mason’s breathing, which was louder than yours. you tugged the duvet up your chest higher, “what happened between you both?”

the feeling in the air shifted immediately, and you half-regretted asking the question, but something inside of you told you that mason would be truthful.

“she cheated on me a few times,” he admitted after a long, painful silence in which you’d opened your mouth to tell him it didn’t matter, but he beat you to it, “claimed she didn’t when it was extremely obvious she was doing it, refused to ever help out with bree and acted as if she was a dampener on her life.”

your heart sank at the obviousness of mason’s pain, and you put a hand on his chest, as if to tell him he didn’t have to continue, but he did. “my final straw was the used pregnancy tests in the bin,” the silence was so thick in that moment you felt like you were in a movie, “we hadn’t had sex in a while, probably three or so months, and if she was pregnant there was no way it was mine.”

“was she?”

mason’s breathing was ragged, and you ached for him, wanting desperately to make all his pain stop, but not really understanding the extent of your own feelings.

“i think so, couldn’t bring myself to check the tests properly,” he sighed, “i took bree to my parents and told her she had two days to clear out, and when we came back she hadn’t even bothered picking up half of her stuff.”

bree rustled around in her cot, and both you and mason leaned around to the monitor to check she was okay, and he let out a long, deep sigh at finally getting it off of his chest.

“do you hate her?”

his eyes caught yours, and even in the low light, and despite his sadness, he still had the twinkling glow in his iris’. “yes,” he admitted, and then he made a face, although you couldn’t quite place the expression. “she will always be the mother of my child and i will always have to stay somewhat civil with her, but i will never forgive her for what she did to gabriella.”

“you really are a great dad, mason,” you stroked his chin, and his eyes never left your face, all the pining he’d been doing over the last however many years had built and built up to this moment, “gabriella loves you.”

his lips found yours again, and it was a good hour before the two of you eventually settled down to sleep, too engrossed in the others touch to give in to slumber.

mason stirred early the next morning due to his alarms, much to your displeasure, but you managed to drift off back to sleep once they’d been switched off. mason’s lips trailed along your shoulderblades as you shifted in bed beside him when you woke up an hour or so later, the sunlight hot on your face. you rubbed at your eyes with the balls of your hands and mason admired how you looked in the sunlight.

“morning.”

“morning, gorgeous,” you felt a blush on your cheeks at the nickname, “ashley’s coming for gabriella in a bit so she can go to nursery, and i’ve already re-charged your car battery so it’s ready to go.”

you smiled, bringing a hand around to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss softly. “thanks, mason,” you hummed, but furrowed your eyebrows straight after, “i could’ve taken gabri to nursery if you’d of asked.”

“we were a bit too preoccupied last night for me to think about asking you to take my daughter to nursery,” he admitted, and both of you giggled, “besides, you’ve already got a lot to do, i didn’t want to add to the stress.”

your heart fluttered once more at his kindness, and you pulled him in for another kiss. the pair of you were so caught up in one another to realise that mason’s bedroom door had been pushed open, there standing gabriella, watching you both with a shimmer in her eyes.

“mummy?”

mason’s lips froze on yours like a deer in the headlights, and neither of you knew how to respond. gabriella stood patiently in the doorway, and mason shifted first, but ultimately you were the one who spoke.

“no, gabri it’s not mummy,” you smiled, sitting upright in bed - thankful you’d gotten cold in the night and put on one of mason’s shirts, “it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N!” gabriella squeaked, jumping onto the bed as fast as she could and wiggling her way between the pair of you, and mason chuckled. her arms wrapped around your neck and she pushed her head against your cheek, her hair falling into your mouth. mason’s heart was the one fluttering now, and he stroked gabriella’s back.

“bree, come on sweetie lets let Y/N wake up a little bit, daddy needs to put you in the bath and give you some breakfast before mummy picks you up to go to nursery.”

“i want Y/N to take me to nursery,” she frowned, flopping down beside you and crawling onto mason’s lap, “i don’t want to see mummy.”

your heart sank at the tone of gabriella’s voice, and you tucked the hair behind her ears and mason watched as you scooted closer, “how about, if you go to nursery with mummy, i’ll make sure next time i come round we bake cookies for daddy like we did last time.”

gabriella’s frown faded and her lips turned up into a smile, and once again she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you.

eventually, after tearing the kitchen down in his plight, mason managed to get gabriella to eat breakfast without spilling anything down her new dress, and you watched from the hallway as the pair of them exchanged affection while mason zipped up her coat, his eyes flickering towards the clock in frustration.

“i can take her if you’re worried about ashley being late,” you offered, finishing the loop on your trainers. mason’s face softened as he thought about his answer and then he shook his head with a sigh.

“better not, ashley’s already wringing my neck about the fact she doesn’t see her enough - sweetie, come and say goodbye to Y/N.” mason held his hand out for gabriella to hold and you hooked your hands under her armpits, pressing soft kisses all over her cheeks.

“don’t be too good for daddy,” you jabbed her arm gently, “it’s not fun being good is it?” the little girl shook her head and you beamed back at her, pressing another soft kiss to her nose before setting her down.

“thank you for last night - for all of it,” mason smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “i’ll call you soon, okay?”

you nodded, and while gabriella wasn’t looking, you snuck in a quick peck on mason’s lips, and left in the warmth of your car.

you found yourself stirring at a harsh ringing of your phone some point later that day after going back to your flat and getting a bit too comfortable in bed. you were still wearing mason’s shirt, and yawned as you found some shorts to slip over your legs.

the ringing of your phone didn’t stop until you answered it eventually. at first, you didn’t recognise the woman on the other end of the line, sitting in an expensive leather interior car until she peeled off her sunglasses, and your eyes widened at the sight. ashley hadn’t spoken to you in months, and she was now facetiming you, and you were wearing her ex-husband’s shirt.

“i don’t remember telling you that you can sleep with my husband.”

“ex-husband,” you corrected her before a loud and obnoxious yawn left your lips. the divorce papers were signed months ago, yet ashley still wore the engagement ring on her finger as if it were a prize, and it angered you. “what’re you doing, ash?”

“i was surprised when my daughter told me that she saw you in my bed this morning,” she stated, arms folded over her chest and you rolled your eyes, exhausted over an argument that hadn’t even started. “you always wanted what you can’t have, Y/N.”

“don’t accuse me of being the bad person, ash, you revoked that right a long time ago when you left them,” you retorted, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers, “i’m not apologising for having a genuine connection with mason and gabriella.”

the two of you continued to speak over the phone, the occasional raised voice from her paired with a sarcastic comment from you eventually fizzled out until she started to make you feel a painful sense of guilt for everything you’d done the night previous, and when you went quiet she realised her tactics had worked.

“what did she say to you?”

mason’s voice echoed through your bedroom now, several days after, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “it’s not what she said, mason, it’s how i felt after we spoke,” you pulled his hand from your hair, “i can’t be that person, the one that comes between a family and ends up hated.”

“she was just saying that to make you feel guilty!” mason retaliated, his voice slightly higher, “this is what she does, Y/N, don’t you see that?”

you frowned, and it was then that you realised you were in two states of mind - your head told you that you should move on, that one day the three of them would be the happy family you’d all assumed they’d be, but your heart told you that this was yours for the taking, that mason and gabriella were yours.

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, mason, especially not you and definitely not gabriella, but i can’t be that woman,” you checked the clock above his head, and felt the warmth of his skin radiating around the room, even in this situation, “gabri’s about to finish nursery, you should probably leave.”

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oloreaa · 3 years

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Hi Rea! First, congrats on your follower milestone! 😄 Second, how about a little love for Paz Vizsla? How does he like to relax? (PG-13 is intended, but if you go in a different direction, that's fine too!)

Hii!! Thank you so much, I love you a lot🥺❤❤ This is my first time writing Paz lmaoo LETS GO!!!

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How Paz relaxes (gn!)

On his own, I absolutely picture him as a guy who uses workouts to relax, like running laps, doing push-ups, pull-ups, whatever. Not because he wanna be Swole ™️(bc he is that already) but because it powers him out, it makes his brain go blank and he doesn't have to think of any kind of responsibilities while he is sweating and working his body

Additionally, time at the shooting range is also how Paz calms down and unwinds after a frustrating day

I think he likes to take a long shower, and if they have access to it, watch some holomovie that is currently playing.

If he if in company to relax, it's either with his siblings in arms, talking, laughing and telling stories, arm wrestling and showing off, typical for Mandalorians

With you, however?

It mostly depends on what you're currently in the mood of. He can relax with you privately and in public, and it really is determined by how the both of you are feeling.

In public, it's probably very similar to how Paz relaxes in company with friends, with the addition of him lingering near you.

Holding your hand under the table, or his hand resting on your thigh, arm curled around your shoulder, pulling you close into him. Soft and easy touches, but he will definitely get pissy if someone makes a remark regarding his affections (he likes to show you off, after all. He will not hide his feelings)

In private, he is just as affectionate as he is in public, but he is a tad more shameless than before. Paz will definitely seek out your warmth, pull you into his lap, hands wandering across your skin, holding you close. Cuddling for long times, especially after all the instances where he cannot feel you skin to skin, is his favourite way to end the day, breathing you in, peppering soft and gentle kisses against your skin

Laying his head on your thigh while your fingertips ghost over his features is also a favourite pastime of his, and you often talk for hours in this position

If you're not in the mood for cuddles, though, he will just link his pinkie finger with yours and sit next to you, both of you watching that trashy holomovie that is playing and making fun of it

Paz loves to listen to you telling him about your day, however much you chose to reveal, your voice is a big comfort to him. Feeling how your voice travels through your body as you speak, the intimacy of it while he has his arms wrapped around you makes him fuzzy and warm inside

NSFW under the cut, just an expansion but not necessary to read!!

Warnings: oral (m&f receiving but also works for gender-neutral parties, penetrative sex)

Taking a bath or shower with him to relax will definitely end with both of you panting, chests heaving and your bodies buzzing in pleasure. His wandering hands will explore every single inch of your body as if he had never held you before while soaping you up. Not to mention that the feeling of you pressed against him is very effective in shutting his brain down.

If you want that man to be completely relaxed, you just need to give your mouth something to do. Blowing Paz gently and thoroughly is what melts him in 0.2 seconds flat

Peppering kisses all over him, making a mess, using your hands to cover what your mouth cannot reach, looking up at him with wide, bright eyes will have his brain blissfully blank

Caressing him and slowly drawing him to his peak, Paz will just close his eyes and hum, praising you as his hand guides your head, and if you let him lead, he will show you the pace he wants to have

How he also loves to relax, though? Burying his face between your thighs and just stay there for hours. Thinking station upstairs completely empty, senses overwhelmed by your taste and smell and warmth, fingers digging into your thighs, forearms pinning your tummy down, making you come on his face again and again, is something that makes his brain cell go ~whoosh~ for a long time, lost in the sensation and the rush

He prefers oral (both giving and receiving) when trying to relax because it doesn't require as much energy and you can still get off

Don't let that fool you into thinking that he wouldn't absolutely wreck you though, making you see stars, enjoying the exertion similar to how he enjoys the rush of blood while training

To round this off, Paz is definitely the type that requires action to relax, preferring his body to do the work so his brain can shut down, and distract him from everything else that is going on in the tribe

And if he can relax with you, even better

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destiniesfic · 3 years

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132 Hours, Chapter 5:

If I die out here alone, for nothing, I will feel so incredibly stupid.

Note: There is a content warning this chapter for a brief mention of past attempted sexual assault. The mention comes near the end of the chapter.

Read chapter 5 on AO3, or read below:

Despite the damp cool of the basement, I am warm when I finally blink my eyes open to the dim morning light. Cardan has curled up at my back.

Alpha blood tends to run hot, they say. It plays into the general myth that we are opposites in every way: alphas hot, omegas cold; alphas strong, omegas weak; alphas dominant, omegas submissive, and so on. Scientifically the hot-cold theory has a little backing, though we’re talking an average temperature difference of 0.2 to 0.5 degrees max. But with Cardan so close to me, practically radiating heat, I am almost inclined to believe it.

We’re not touching too much. He has sort of nestled his face into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and if I hadn’t slept in my sweatshirt I could probably feel his eyelashes tickle my skin. His hand found the curve of my waist in the night. But that’s it. The rest of him is a few inches away, like even in sleep he finds it difficult to overcome his revulsion to me.

It’s almost comfortable, if I forget who I am and who he is. Not even what I am and what he is, because Madoc’s position means that if any handsome, eligible alpha bachelors deigned to outright marry an omega, as he had once married our mother, Taryn and I would be the best of the bunch—best-connected, best-educated, best-groomed. No, it’s that he is Cardan and I am Jude, and I have hated him ever since my body put itself at war with my brain, and he has hated me too, just because I was afforded some small amount of privilege without being born into it.

And still, I stay there for a minute, soaking up his warmth. Because I didn’t think I’d have this anytime soon. I didn’t think I’d get to wake up next to a boy cuddling me, not after what happened with Valerian and definitely not after what happened with Locke. And even though these are the worst circumstances, and this is the worst boy, there’s something perversely nice about it.

Or maybe I just like things that are bad for me.

I was thinking of seeing if girls were better when I got to college, but they don’t really explain how alpha-omega girl sex works in school and I am not about to ask Vivi. And now I don’t know if I’ll even make it to college, so maybe it’s not so bad if I steal a moment of peace.

But then the stink of mildew cuts through Cardan’s rich sweet-musky-boy scent and I am forcibly reminded of where we are and why, especially now of all times, I can’t afford to be soft. So I jam my elbow back into his side, and if I do it with maybe a little less force than I normally would, well, it’s not like he knows that.

Cardan awakens with a start. “Ow!” he says, rolling over onto his back and pressing a hand to his side. “What the hell!”

“You’re fine.” I sit up, take down my now grody ponytail, run my fingers through it and begin to put it up again, watching him out of the corner of my eye. “Today’s the day.”

Cardan scowls at me, rubbing his side.

“Do or die day,” I clarify, looping my elastic around another time. “In case you forgot.”

“I remember,” he huffs. “That mattress is terrible.”

“Well, maybe tonight you’ll get to sleep in your own bed. Or maybe we’ll be dead. Or we’ll be locked in this room again and you can sleep on the floor.”

“Such tempting options. However will I choose?”

I roll my shoulders, trying to work the kinks out of my muscles. “My guess is we’re going to be held up with the police for questioning for a long time. You might not have to. Maybe the choice will be made for you.”

“As always, Duarte, I do so admire your rosy outlook.” Cardan finger-combs his hair and sits up all the way, blinking at me. “I’m still worried about the third guy.”

I don’t tell him that I’d been thinking the same thing. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” I say quietly. “We have two other bridges to cross first.”

Only a minute or so after I say it, there’s that knock on the door. I glance at Cardan, who needs to play the role of alpha today, and wait for him to speak, even though it sucks to defer to him. He takes his time about it, too, stretching his long legs, running his fingers through his hair once more, like he has all the time in the world, like the person on the other end of the door should be so lucky as to strangle him.

Just as I’m about to strangle him, he calls, “Yes?”

The door opens. The scarred man and his gun are there, along with, absurdly, a little paper Starbucks bag in his other hand. An upgrade. He looks at me and Cardan—we’re now both sitting on the mattress, even though we are a few feet apart—but if he has any comments he keeps them to himself. He shakes the bag like he’s trying to call in a wayward dog. “Breakfast.”

“Thanks,” I say, because it is my place to be deferential.

“No coffee?” Cardan asks.

I whip my head around to glare at him. The man grunts, “Didn’t know how you took it.” Disconcertingly, I can’t tell if he has a sense of humor or if he’s serious.

Airily, Cardan says, “Fine. Put it down wherever.”

The scarred man raises both his eyebrows, but he half-sets, half-drops the bag on the floor and backtracks through the door, closing it and leaving us alone. Cardan goes over to retrieve it and peers inside. “Okay, looks like sausage, egg, and cheddar and… turkey bacon?”

I hold out my hand. “Give me the turkey bacon.”

“Oh, thank god,” Cardan says, and this time he doesn’t take a bite out of it before he hands it to me.

“Not a fan of turkey bacon?”

He scowls. “It’s all healthy. Plus, it’s not like turkeys actually have a belly to cut bacon from. You have to grind it up and make it yourself.”

I snort, but am happy for his judgment if it means my breakfast escapes unscathed. It doesn’t surprise me that Cardan couldn’t care less about eating healthily. From what I know, he has a mostly liquid diet, and the liquid is mainly alcohol. Not that it matters much. He probably won’t be able to keep getting away with it after a few more years, but right now his body takes pretty much everything he consumes and uses it to build him more muscle.

I think of how hard I have to strength train for a fraction of what Cardan gains just by existing, and how some of the training shows, especially in my arms and back, but the rest is buried under a cozy layer of body fat, and I kind of want to strangle him again. Just one of the many downsides of being an omega.

Since I don’t have any fun facts about turkey bacon to contribute, we eat breakfast without speaking. We had agreed that it was important to get our strength up for whatever lies ahead, but I find it hard to chew and swallow, even though the sandwich is lukewarm. I end up offering the last half to Cardan, who takes it despite his complaints.

Then, once enough time has passed, he gives me a look, and I nod and stand, shaking my legs out. Instead of staying in my usual corner, I stand next to the door, tense, waiting. With one last glance at me, Cardan strides over and knocks.

We have a system with our captors now. They know that the knocking means we want out for one reason or another. They either call through the door to find out why or just open it right away. This time, the door simply opens. Cardan stays where he is and does not move to the back of the room.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s that time again.”

It’s the woman’s voice I hear, and I am privately thankful. “Okay, back up.”

“But I was hoping I could go first.”

“Back up.”

Cardan takes one step back. It’s now that she realizes that I’m not in my corner. Just a little further, I think. And she gives me the half-step I need.

“What’d you do with your friend?” she asks.

To answer that question, I grab her by her shirt and drag her into the cell.

Surprise is a legitimate advantage, but a fleeting one. Since she’s armed and I’m not, I need to move fast. I don’t have to think much about it. I jam my knee into her stomach; all of the air leaves her lungs in a startled gasp, and her grip loosens on the gun. I pry it from her hand with one of mine and use the other, still fisted into her shirt, to pull her further into the room—and let go.

It only takes a few seconds. I dart out. Cardan has already gone ahead, as I told him to, and I pull the door to behind me, quickly twisting the lock on the knob. That was phase one.

“Um, Jude,” says Cardan.

I turn, raising my stolen pistol in front of me before I do anything else, finger resting dangerously near the trigger. The scarred man stands on the other side of the table, his gun also raised. But instead of aiming it at Cardan, as we thought he would, he is pointing that barrel at me.

“This is a surprise,” he says.

Behind me, the doorknob rattles as the woman realizes I’ve locked her in.

“Let her out,” the man tells us, voice steady and slow.

“Or what?” I ask. Somehow, my voice doesn’t shake. “We’re both armed. Let us go and I won’t shoot you.”

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” he asks.

“What do you think?”

He cocks his head to look me over, evaluate my posture, my steady grip. “Huh,” he says, and then he moves to point his gun at Cardan instead. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cardan’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “I’ll only ask nicely one more time.”

I snort. “Sure. Do me the favor.”

The scarred man raises an eyebrow. Cardan whispers, “Jude?” like he isn’t sure whether or not I am playing a game. I am not sure either. I am intoxicated by the adrenaline pulsing through me.

“We’re not friends,” I clarify. “Shoot him if you want.”

Cardan gives me a panicked look.

“Of course, if you’ve promised to give him back alive, that’s going to cause some trouble.” My palm is sweaty. I shift my grip on the gun. The knob rattles again at my back, and I hear a soft curse, a hand slamming on the door. “It’s your call.”

The man’s lip curls into a kind of terrible smile. “All right, girl,” he says. “You go free. He stays. Leave the gun on the top step.”

I blink. “Really?”

“Final offer.”

I should go right away. Instead, I glance at Cardan, who has gone pale. But he looks at me again, and then, defying all my understanding of him, he whispers, “Go, Jude.”

So I do. Slowly, my entire body quivering with tension, I walk backwards up the stairs, keeping my pistol trained on the scarred man until the last possible moment. I try the knob at the top, and find it unlocked. It seems too easy, but with one last, stomach-churning glimpse of Cardan’s white face, I flee. But I don’t do everything. I do not give up the gun.

The house I step into has obviously long been abandoned—it was probably never even finished. Some of the walls have gaping holes in the plaster, the support beams visible; some were never plastered at all. There is no furniture to speak of. I don’t linger to take it in. I start running, through a hallway, in the direction of what might be the front door. When I find it, I tumble out into bright morning sunlight, and I keep going.

Immediately I know I am well and truly in the middle of nowhere. All around me is a field of overgrown grass. If there is a road, I cannot see or hear it. Still, I have to assume there was once a driveway that led somewhere, so I take off as fast as I can toward a distant line of trees. I do not wonder about Cardan. I do not wonder about anything.

For a minute it is just me, my feet flattening the dew-damp grass, my lungs straining with every breath. I am alone in a way that I haven’t been in days. Then there is a crack from behind me, and then I feel something rush past my face, just missing me. Startled, I drop the stolen pistol, which lands harmlessly in the grass and thankfully does not fire. I don’t stop running for it. Stopping is the last thing I should do, not when I am so close.

Still, my stomach drops. Without slowing too much, I glance over my shoulder back at the house. The second floor is half-intact, and I can kind of see through the wall—there might be a dark shape perched there. A man. The third man.

He’s a sniper.

I swear under my breath, and my panicked heart skips a beat. They chose this place on purpose. There’s no cover out here, giving them a clear view of whoever might be coming or going. Giving them time to move us in case the cavalry arrived. My only choices are to keep running until I am out of range, or stop, and go back. And I am not doing that.

If I die out here alone, for nothing, I will feel so incredibly stupid.

There’s another crack, now unmistakably the sound of a rifle being fired, and this time I feel when it hits—really more of a graze, but it still skims through my flesh about midway up my calf, leaving a tear in its wake. The strange thing is that, at first, being shot doesn’t hurt at all. It doesn’t feel like much of anything. It shouldn’t be enough to make me miss my step. I falter anyway, and when I bring my foot down I land on it wrong and roll my ankle. I drop with a cry into the grass, tears stinging the corner of my eyes.

But even then I keep going, crawling on my hands and knees through the long summer grass, blinking back my tears because I refuse to let myself cry. I don’t look at my ankle or my wound. It is only when I hear the grass crunching underfoot behind me, and a shadow falls over me, that I finally, finally stop moving forward.

I don’t stop fighting, though. The man—Cardan had described him as tall, and he was right—picks me up with some effort and, without a word, throws me over his shoulder like a sack of garbage. After adjusting me a little so my weight is more evenly distributed, he turns to carry me back to the house. All the time I am squirming, trying to kick, pounding at his back with my fists, screaming with the faint hope that someone might hear me. It isn’t enough to get the sniper to loosen his grip on my waist, but I do feel him wince in pain a couple of times, giving me some small, bitter satisfaction.

All I think is, I shouldn’t have dropped the gun.

Despair begins to set in as we reenter the unfinished house, as the sniper shoulders his way through the door to the basement and carries me down the stairs. Cardan is seated in a chair, rumpled but seemingly unharmed, his hands behind his back. Apparently, someone has bothered to tie him up or handcuff him this time. He sits forward when he sees me carried in. “Jude?”

“Are you sure he’s the alpha?” the sniper asks his companions. “He seems to have gone easy on you.” He deposits me into another chair, and the woman is there immediately to cuff my hands, threading the handcuff chain through the chair back so I am well and truly stuck. I see that some of my blood has soaked into the sniper’s black shirt and think, Good. My leg is starting to hurt now, in throbs, like a bad burn.

“You shot her?” Cardan asks, straining against his bonds.

“I’m fine,” I say, avoiding his gaze. I cannot believe he would do something as stupid as give himself up so I could go free. I look at my wounded calf, streaked red. There is an angry-looking tear there, but it could have been much worse. He didn’t hit bone. “It’s a graze.”

“Because he’s good at his job,” says the scarred man.

The sniper shakes his head and disappears into the room beyond the bathroom. He returns with a first aid kit and begins to stoop down next to me so he can clean my calf, but I raise my foot, threatening to kick him again.

“That’s enough,” the scarred man says. “Believe it or not, we don’t want to hurt you kids.”

“Not,” I mutter under my breath.

“Hurting you wasn’t part of the remit unless you misbehaved,” says the sniper. “Is that more believable?”

I scowl and hold out my leg so that he can clean the wound. Cardan’s eyes narrow. “We can’t just trust you,” he says, as a stinging antiseptic pad is applied to the torn skin and I flinch. “We don’t even know who you are. Give us something. Names. Something to call you.”

The scarred man and the woman look at each other. The woman says, “You can call me the Bomb. This is the Roach. That—” She points to the sniper. “Is the Ghost. You can figure out why for yourself.”

“You call yourself the Roach?” Cardan asks. “Wow. I mean, love yourself a little.”

To my surprise, the man grins. “Not my choice, but we don’t get to choose. How’s her leg?”

“The twisted ankle is going to give her the most trouble,” the Ghost replies. He presses a clean cotton pad to the wound and binds it in gauze. Then he starts on wrapping my ankle. He’s efficient; he’s done this before. “Although I’m guessing we don’t want her mobile anyway.”

“I wouldn’t mind if she taught me a couple of moves,” the Bomb says, rubbing her stomach. I wonder if I bruised her. “What was that, karate?”

“Krav maga,” I admit, glaring at the Ghost as he props my foot up on the nearest empty chair. Ignoring me, he stands and leaves to wash his hands. “I’ve been training since I was nine.”

The Roach lets out a low whistle. “Someone didn’t want you getting jumped.”

I turn my glare on him. “For all the good it did me.”

For reasons I don’t understand, the Roach grins and holds up his hands. “This? This is just a paperwork dispute. Once everything’s signed and sealed, we’ll turn you loose.”

“Lot of hassle for some paperwork,” Cardan remarks. “You could have just let Jude go if it isn’t that big of a deal.”

“I’m starting to see it,” the Bomb says to the Ghost. “Although, yeah, I could have sworn the girl was the alpha too for a second there.”

And if that isn’t absurd enough, Cardan leans toward me across the table and asks, “Did they teach you how to slip handcuffs in krav maga school?”

“Do you want to dislocate your thumbs?” the Ghost asks abruptly, reemerging from the bathroom.

I give Cardan a shrug and a nod—that is how to do it—and he shudders.

“Look, we know just about everything there is to know about this guy,” says the Roach, pulling out the last empty chair and sitting across from me. “But now I’m curious about you.”

I blink. “There’s not much to say.”

“He has quite a file on him,” says the Bomb, jerking her head to indicate Cardan, who pulls an innocent face. “But you were nowhere in it. We thought you were a bystander, a fling, or maybe his new girlfriend—”

“His what?” I squawk.

“But you’re way more interesting than that,” the Roach concludes. “Cardan told us this whole little escape plan was yours.”

The Ghost, for his part, leans against the wall, folds his arms over his chest, and says nothing. I decide I would like him best except for the part where he shot me.

“Why don’t you just let Cardan tell my life story, then?” I snap, angry at everything and everyone.

“Gladly,” Cardan says, looking a little too gleeful. “Jude Duarte was born with a chip on her shoulder. She’s glaring about ninety percent of the time and never lets her guard down, ever. As far as I know, she’s only gotten drunk once. She and her sister were the first omegas to graduate from our school, and Jude staged a coup by being named valedictorian, too, as if being first at just one thing wasn’t good enough. Our last semester, she gave a kid a black eye and got him expelled.”

“Why?” The Bomb asks. “What did he do?”

Cardan lapses into an embarrassed silence that I don’t really understand. Valerian had been his friend, once. Maybe still is. I say casually, “He tried to do what alphas always do,” like I don’t still feel the awful weight on top of me, the cheekbone cracking under my knuckles. “So I did what I had to.”

“They expel kids for that now?” asks the Roach. “Huh. Good on them.”

“Jude’s dad made a persuasive case,” Cardan says.

They exchange bemused glances. The Ghost asks, “Who’s her dad?”

Cardan and I look at each other across the table. They really don’t know.

“My adoptive father,” I clarify, because it matters. “He’s a lawyer. Uh, his last name’s Madoc?”

“Oh,” says the Roach. “Shit.”

#jurdan #judecardan #jude x cardan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #tfota #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #jurdan fanfic #mine: fic #fic: 132 hours

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voidstilesplease · 3 years

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The Mission To Bring Lydia To Camp Half-Blood Because Her Demanding Poodle/Rottweiler/Hellhound Insists On It a.k.a Theo's First Quest part 2 of 2 [part 1 here]

a demigod au :)

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Three hours later, Fred walks Theo to Half-Blood Hill, where Stiles, Chiron, the son of Hades and only occupant of cabin thirteen, Liam, and the giant hellhound, wait for him. The sunset was minutes ago, and the sky around Long Island is with a soft pink and orange glow, the forest already dimming. When the hellhound catches a whiff of his smell from a good twenty meters distance up the hill, its ears perk up, and its head turns in Theo's direction. He wags his tail back-and-forth and gives a loud, happy bark as it races down the slope to Theo.

Theo falters in a slight panic, but he's unable to plant his feet hard enough when the giant dog leaps to him and brings them sprawling to the ground. Theo grunts on impact, the weapon that is slung to his back digging on his spine. He turns his face to the side as the dog begins licking his face and bathing him in hellhound saliva. When it's satisfied, it pulls away to bark down on him, moving its body off of Theo only to tug on the strap of his leather sword-sheath around his chest with its teeth.

"Yes, yes, you infernal dog," Theo grits out, pushing at the animal's face as he sits up. "We're already going, aren't we?"

Theo doesn't even understand why the hellhound seems taken with him - he's never owned a single dog in his life. He certainly doesn't have a dog-lover aura. In fact, canines used to growl and bare their teeth at him when he passes them by on the streets like he's offended them by existing.

So, three days ago, when the giant rottweiler appeared in the camp, hounding at everyone until it saw Theo and proceeded to hound at him exclusively, well, Theo didn't take it well. He was already cross with the presence of a murdering one-eyed monster among them. Then a massive, crazy dog added to his ire - well, he almost chopped a limb off with a machete that materialized in his hand out of nowhere if Liam hadn't interfered and called off the hellhound.

When it calmed down, it still didn't stop pestering Theo and everyone at camp, only more subdued this time. It didn't appear to be from the underworld to deliver a message, nor was it truly hostile to anybody. So, Liam spent time with the hellhound to try and coax information from it; its purpose, intention - through some underworld mind-reading, zoolinguistic mojo, perhaps, that, frankly, Theo doesn't want to know the inner workings of. Some demigods just have the ability to communicate with animals. Children of Ares can talk to vultures, apparently, though Theo's never tried it.

Anyway, after an entire evening of bonding, Liam claimed that the hellhound is protecting a demigod and that she's in danger from monsters. Chiron authorized Theo's first quest since the beast was adamant about sticking with him - barking and rubbing at Theo and licking his hair until it puffed in disarray. The only question was his company. Logically, the answer would have been Liam since he's a son of Hades, and hellhounds are basically their house pets. But when Stiles steps forward to volunteer, Theo didn't even think twice and accepted.

Stiles had shadow-traveled with Liam before on his first quest, so he already knows what to expect to keep his equilibrium in the dizzying method of travel, and, well, Theo is comfortable with him. And Stiles is a skilled demigod, so the likelihood of the quest being a successful one is less questionable.

And now, they're minutes before Theo's first quest commences.

"Hey," Stiles greets him when Theo reaches the magical boundary of Camp Half-Blood. Peleus is sleeping a few meters away, tail and body twined around the pine tree where the Golden Fleece lay. Fred nods to him in encouragement, leaving him alone with the son of Athena. Stiles squints his eyes, looking at Theo's head with a strange expression. "You had a haircut."

Theo's hands come up to touch the buzzed sides of his head, then the stylish quiff on top. He convinced Fred to give him a cut before his quest to avoid any more embarrassing dog-licked hair. Theo thinks the new style looks good on him, actually. His hand falls, smiling at Stiles. "Do you like it?"

Stiles seems taken aback by the question. He clears his throat, cheeks tinging slightly. "I mean, the long hair is okay, you know," he rambles. "Like, the falling fringe. It looked soft But, um," he runs his observant eyes over his head again, nodding, a finger flailing up in gesture, "That works, too."

Theo grins, enjoying the attention. "I'm glad you think so. Maybe I can talk you into staying in cabin five next time."

Stiles throws him a deadpan look, but the little twitch on his lips break the facade. He rolls his eyes, turning around. "Come on," he says, walking to Chiron and Liam, who's petting the hellhound and murmuring things to it. "We still have a demigod to fetch."

•••

Theo does not recommend shadow-traveling.

Yes, it's quick, it's efficient, but it also makes your stomach leave your body at the sudden space-defying lurch and land in 0.2 seconds flat. He's lucky not to have thrown up on Stiles and lose all his cookie points, but he definitely almost went there.

When the hellhound lands, Stiles hops off unaffected, while Theo tries to remember his name. It takes him a few seconds to gather his bearings and shake the black spots dancing in his vision. By then, the hellhound has already torn through the porch of a house. And Stiles - Theo blinks - is rolling away from another giant vicious animal - this time a pig.

It's happening so fast, but seeing Stiles fighting an actual monster wakes his senses altogether. He only has a few seconds to assess their surrounding: they're in a residential area, a wide lawn specifically, the entrance to a two-story house just a short distance away, and the brick gate on one side is smashed in behemoth-shaped rubble.

A hoarse grunting puts his scrutiny back to the beast. It's a boar, about twelve feet tall, with massive tusks, stiff bristles, and red-glowing eyes. Theo doesn't have much time to study it as it opens its mouth, electricity crackling from inside and ready to zap Stiles where he stands.

"Stiles!"

The son of Athena reaches around his back for his aegis shield just in time for the lightning strike. The near-promixity attack throws Stiles a few meters backwards, hitting an opposite brick wall that immediately cracks in contact.

The boar grunts again, mouth foaming and preparing to pulverize and finish a demigod.

Theo's about to run to Stiles when the boy grunts, shaking his head sharply. "Just pierce its hide with the celestial bronze!" he instructs, gritting his teeth in pain.

Theo has no time to argue as the boar starts leaping forward to Stiles and his reflexes kick in. With adrenaline he never knew before, he unsheaths the knife from his side with an expert flair and charges the boar, screaming.

•••

Amazingly, all it took was one well-aimed thrust, and the colossal pig breaks into fragments in front of them like a piñata. In a matter of seconds, all that's left of it are its long ivory tusks. Theo stares at the space where the monster is previously poised for attack, then down to the cluttering tusks, sweating and heaving.

"Spoils of war," Stiles says, wincing as he stands. "They're yours."

Theo turns to gape at Stiles, still catching his breath. "How did you know it would be that easy?"

Putting back the shield behind him, Stiles moves forward, limping slightly, dirty and his hair a little singed, but his eyes are wide and alight. He grins, wiping soot from his mouth. He's even more attractive like this. "It's a Calydonian Boar, an ancient monster. Atalanta defeated it first by piercing it with a simple arrow. Its skin is nothing special like the Nemean Lion. The only thing to watch out for is the lightning it emits through its mouth."

Theo looks at the blade in his hand, the bronze covered in green slick. Laughter starts bubbling in his chest as his head wraps around the events of the last few minutes. He just killed a monster. He defeated a monster!

He feels Stiles beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. He's sure he mirrors the elated expression. "Well done, son of Ares."

Theo would've kissed Stiles, consequences be damned, out of euphoria if not for the familiar sound of barking behind him. They both turn to find the hellhound standing on the lawn with a red-haired girl in tow. She looks around at the destruction, then to the demigods, scared and a little shaky.

Stiles steps forward, raising his hands in a placating manner, as Theo wipes the slick from his blade and puts it back in its sheath.

"It's okay," Stiles says. "We came to help you."

"You destroyed my lawn." The girl replies, trying to hide behind her giant dog. The hellhound wags its tails.

"Well," Stiles wets his lips. "We had to fight the monster."

That catches her attention, "You can see them?" At Stiles's nod, she continues. "Do you see the ghosts, too? Hear them whisper?"

"Um, no," Stiles replies, blinking. "Just the monsters. It's probably an ability you inherited from your godly parent. You could be a daughter of Hades since you own a hellhound and can, apparently, see and hear ghosts."

The girl only stares at Stiles like he's grown a second head.

"Look, we'll explain everything to you. You have to trust us," Stiles points at the dog. "Your hellhound came to our camp so that we can come for you."

The girl looks at her dog then, petting its black fur. The dog rubs its nose on her side in response. Finally, the girl purses her lips and turns to them again. She licks her lips and says hesitantly, "I'm Lydia."

Stiles is visibly relieved. He gives the girl an assuring smile, "And I'm Stiles," he points at Theo beside him. "This is Theo. We-"

Lydia cuts her off, eyes sliding to Theo in surprise. "You're Theo?" She asks, sounding breathless and in disbelief.

Theo frowns at the sudden shift of attention. He crosses his arms self-consciously and answers in a gruff voice. "Yes,"

Lydia shakes her head, fingers coming up to touch her open mouth. "I can't believe it. You're actually here," she murmurs more to herself. The hellhound nudges her side in comfort. Absently, she rubs the dog's ears while giving Theo a sympathetic look. It's beginning to irritate Theo, and as he prepares to snap on her, she tells him somberly:

"Your sister has a message."

~•~

#steo #steo fic #steo ficlet #demigod au #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #lydia martin #stiles x theo #fics tag #well i struggled again my god #this is unedited because I'm too worn out again #i apologize for the mistakes you might spot :)#I'll maybe read this again tomorrow in the morning when my head isn't pounding and edit it along with part 1 #not a promise lol but I'll try #for the meantime i hope this isn't as incoherent as i am now #demigodseries

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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The Calm After the Storm - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.1-1.2k words each

Genre: smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello jell-o to everyone again! I usually try to publish by Sunday night but it’s exam season so I’m a bit busy with uni. Also, Jin’s part was super difficult to start but then boom, it turned out to be the longest, so every delay is due to that and I refuse to postpone again so I’m publishing it unedited. Might reread in a couple days and actually edit the post. Every piece is about 1100-1200 words (they’re getting longer and longer!)

The original theme for the week was going to be aftercare, but me being a chaotic mess made me go a little bit wilder than just aftercare. I tried to adjust every scenario to how each boy would approach intimacy with his partner, and how each couple would recover from different types and degrees of interaction, It also depends a lot on the kind of ideal girlfriend I imagine for each of the boys.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ahem. It’s very descriptive, some parts more than others. So, let’s get this started. Oral sex galore (highly recommended if you’re a fan of being eaten out yay!) crude language, unprotected sex within a safe and established relationship (please be careful guys, use condoms and dental dams I can’t recommend it enough), voyeurism, overstimulation, biting, spanking, some bold PDA, cockwarming (you know who that is), sex toys (more specifically ben-wa balls), slight angst/insecurity/trauma due to toxic masculinity

Member disclaimers: Jimin is a brat and we all know it, can actually dom but need aftercare afterwards, I love him loads, he’s my squishy and I’m gonna protect him for life. Taehyung is an art freak and an overall freak whoa yeah, let’s move on (also, Where, When and How pt.2, The Return of The Sex Toys). JK goes from soft boy to hard dom to soft boy again in 0.2 seconds and I still don’t know why or how. He’s young and wants some fun and loves his girlfriend because she’ll always embrace his softer side and have fun with his naughtier/playful side. Enjoy!

Here you can find the hyung line

And here you can find my masterlist

Jimin

“Who’s been a good girl?” He teased, the tip of his sex resting on your entrance.

“I have.” You beamed, satisfaction filling your voice as he smiled down at you, his spare hand gently reaching for your cheek, caressing your face and slipping his thumb in your mouth.

“You have, my princess, indeed.” He pushed the tip inside. It was the loveliest shade of pink, pillowy and thick where it attached to the shaft. You knew it very well since you love looking at it and you were just done having it in you mouth for almost forty minutes. You had provoked him endlessly, keeping him on your tongue without moving, just the tip laying there, your lips wrapped delicately around it. No suction, no friction, just there. In the meantime his hand had started toying with the hem of your panties, finally moving them aside, letting one of his fingers rub on your skin.

“Please, Jimin. I’ve been so good.” You dragged your vowels as you breathed out, getting adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. His size was all you needed, not too much and not too little. His dick was the most beautiful you had ever seen, the colour, the texture and the dimensions making it look so pretty you didn’t feel the usual embarrassment or fear that you usually felt while approaching your previous partners.

“It’s all yours, love.” He said with a small grunt. He got relatively more quiet and whiny as he kept pushing in and out of you, staying close to you, the position so intimate you felt like he was becoming your whole world, his hips working their magic on you.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” He asked, his hips keeping up the pace.

“Yeah, so close.” You gritted out of your closed teeth.

“Good.” He moved his mouth to your chest, your left nipple engorged in his pretty pout.

“A little faster, please.” You asked.

“Such nice manners. You aren’t giving me any reason to punish you, princess. Such a good girl.” He praised you again.

This kind of role reversal didn’t happen very often, but sometimes Jimin liked taking care of you, reminding you that he is both your boy and your man. That he can be whatever you want him to be. He needs to feel like you could never do without him. You addressed this sense of inadequateness of his, every now and then, reassuring him and helping him state his own self and his needs.

“Do you like it? That I’m doing exactly what you want me to?” You asked, but you both knew you were asking whether he felt like being harsher and punish you.

“You like obeying me, pet?” He asked, his voice dripping in sugar as he pronounced your nickname.

“I love you, Jimin.” You said softly.

He almost mewled at that, reassured by how that sentence, that feeling meant that he was at your own level, how much of a praise it was to be your equal, to be strong enough to match you, to own you.

“Are you close?” He asked, his thrusts becoming more intense. “I want to take you from behind but if you’re close I can keep going.”

“From behind, please.” You squealed, already eager to change position.

He grinned and slipped out of you, the shift happening so quickly you felt a bit dizzy when you realised your face was pressed on the pillow, your ass up in the air as he entered you again. He started slamming into you his hands pressing your ass against his hips, the sound warning you that the whole attitude had changed too.

“You like it like this, princess? You like getting it all dirty and rowdy?” He groaned, his voice anything but his usually loving and obedient self.

You emitted a muffled ‘yes’ as your hand reached your clit.

“You touching yourself, ____?” He said, using one hand to turn your face towards him. “You better come quick or else you’ll have to lick me till I’m hard again. You’re not gonna cum without my cock inside you, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The title riled him up enough to get his pace a bit faster, sending you miles deep into pleasure.

His cry echoed yours, signaling his own orgasm. After taking a couple deep breaths he slipped out of you, removing the condom and getting rid of it quickly. He was in your arms again a couple seconds later, laying by your side, one leg entwined around yours, his arms hugging your middle, his head nuzzling in between your breasts.

“You alright sweetie?” You asked.

“I feel so good when I see you that happy. Fills me with joy.” He kissed your breastbone, then, as you lifted his chin with your forefinger, he pressed his lips to yours.

“Do you need anything? Some water? A snack? Shall we get in the shower?” You caressed his hair back, looking at how sweaty he was.

“A shower would be amazing. But I want you close.”

“Would you prefer a bath?” You kissed his forehead. He was all small smiles and fidgeting with your fingers.

“Yes, please.”

“Such manners, always so perfect.” You almost snickered at the contrast between him right now and the man he’d been a few minutes ago.

“Let’s go.” You said, sitting up before he got too tired to get out of bed. “You look amazing, babe.” You couldn’t help but comment, looking at him sprawled on the covers.

He smiled, his pupils disappearing behind his crinkled lids, then he stood up, thinking whether he should wear something or not and feeling insecure for a second, but then following your cue he decided to stay naked.

As you slipped into the tub you let him slide in with his back against your chest, hugging him to you, your nose nuzzling the top of his head. “Is it to your taste?”

“Yes, thank you babe.” He replied. “I really like your bath soap.” He yawned, smiling some more as you caught him. He looked ten times lovelier right now. You felt that fuzzy feeling in your stomach intensifying, and you began rubbing the tense muscles on his back out of fondness and gratitude. “That's truly amazing.”

“You are truly amazing.” You kissed his nape and continued with your caregiving, washing his hair, rinsing him, helping him out of the shower, drying him and applying some lotion over his skin, smiling at him with your eyes through the reflection on the mirror as you brushed your teeth while sharing the sink.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear as you hugged him under the sheets.

“I love you, too.” That’s bliss.

Taehyung

“Don’t you dare move, you little demon.”

With a forceful hammering of his hips against your bottom, Taehyung slammed into you at an impossible pace, finally snapping forward as he lost his regular rhythm and bent down, his head propped on the back of your neck, his breath fanning out along your spine before he grunted the manliest sound you had ever heard.

You were shocked: laying there, ass up, your boyfriend collapsed on top of you with his exceedingly long dick planted inside you, its girth becoming slightly less bearable as the high of your climax ebbed away.

“Tae, it’s so good.” You moaned. “Too much.”

“Stay put, love.” He helped you lay down, without any intention of parting from you.

“We can’t stay like this forever.”

“Watch me.” He replied cockily.

The whole night had been wildly unusual. It had all started in the afternoon. You had been to an art gallery where the whole exhibition verted on photographs of naked bodies painted into art. He had held you tight, his hand gripping your waist, his thumb fooling around the hem of your jeans, tentatively trying to slither under the fabric. He had asked you about your favourite, pointing out pieces he was very enthusiastic about. You had looked at him baffled as he pointed out the picture of a woman with two big breasts and a Virgin Mary painted on her belly, the model’s pubic hair painted a strange rainbow mesh of colours as if simulating a cloud from which the painting was emerging.

You had been slightly uncomfortable standing before it, but the rest of it hadn’t been that extreme. Well, except for another couple pictures.

One had also attracted your attention. In the back of the gallery one very explicit picture had sparked something between the two of you. As you walked in you thought it was just an empty room but as you turned around you saw a giant poster of a vagina, every detail so precise that you asked yourself what kind of lens and camera could take a picture with such impressive high quality. On the women's thighs seven lines of paint mimicked two branches of a rainbow leading to the model’s inner labia, while a sun — or a halo — surrounded the clit. The poster occupied the whole wall, at least three metres tall and five metres wide.

You were standing in the middle of the room, taking in every detail, seriously impressed by the piece. You were as tall as her slit, for God's sake…

"It looks like you really like this one." Taehyung said, hugging you from behind, his nose toying with your earlobe. His voice made your insides tremble.

"I really get it." Taehyung said. "I would do that too." Silence stretched as he got caught in his thoughts and fantasies. "Your pussy's so good I would take an absurdly high quality picture of it and have it printed as if it were wallpaper and installed in a private room in my apartment and simply sneak in sometimes and stand in front of it and just admire it."

You kept looking ahead, too caught by the luscious way his hips pressed against the small of your back. "Your cunt is art, babe." He whispered and pressed some more into you. "Literally paradise. I'd lick it for days and fuck it till I can't even get hard anymore."

You tried to get your mouth to salivate again. He was playing it dirty. And the fact that you had to go back home and get ready for a nice dinner together and a night at the club with Jimin and his girlfriend made you even more tense. You knew you would have to wait for some relief.

As you reached your apartment Taehyung decided to pick your clothes and have you get ready right in front on him. He settled on the bed, sitting, as you rolled on your stockings and wore a suspender belt that matched your underwear. Slowly you let your deep green silk slip-on dress roll down your body, and you felt his hands stretch towards you, grabbing you by the waist. You stood at the edge of the bed, his chin propped on your belly. "My dove, I have a question for you."

"Yes," you replied, your hands pushing his hair back.

He showed you a blue velvet pouch and you smirked. "Do you want to?"

"You wanna help me wear them?" He nodded.

And that's how you found yourself grinding on him desperately in the club after he had fed you chocolate-covered strawberries for dessert. Not that you complained about that. But the Ben-Wa balls heavily rolling and rubbing against your g-spot were making it difficult for you to fully enjoy your night out. Especially since every time you closed your eyes you saw Taehyung's lips wrapping around them and lubricating them before he helped you insert them.

It didn't take long for the two of you to get too desperate to care about decency, but since you needed to think about Taehyung's reputation you decided to call it a night and feign tiredness in front of Jimin's eyes — who called both of you out on your state of arousal and blessed your intentions for the rest of the night, letting you go home without making too much of a fuss.

When you arrived at the apartment you were both too impatient to reach the bedroom and used the sofa to dull the edges of your needs, Taehyung staring at you wide eyed, kneeling on the floor between your legs while you rubbed yourself passionately. As you reached your first high he dove in between your thighs, his mouth landing on your clit, sucking on it devotedly, eyes fixed on yours. Overstimulation hit you hard, the geisha balls still moving inside you. He made you cum again with his tongue lapping and lashing at your wetness.

He carried you to the bedroom in silence, his gaze dark and desperate, completely oblivious to the way his long and heavy sex strained against his linen slacks. Laying back, you let him tower over you, teasing the underside of his erection as he took off your dress definitively. "You're so beautiful." You whispered religiously.

"Are you talking to me or my cock?"

You chuckled lightly. "Mostly to you."

"Mostly…" He mused.

He pressed his hand to your belly, removing the silver spheres from inside you.

"Mostly, uh?" With that he entered you violently, thrusting in with one smooth, powerful stroke.

"Tae—" You whined. He kept doing you like that, with evenly paced, blunt thrusts. However, since you kept teasing him with the firm squeezing of your inner walls encouraged by your own fingers brushing your clit, he pulled out of you, flipping you around and pushing your backside up, entering you once more. It didn't take long for him to get lost in his own rhythm, for his hand to come up to your tender spot and rub you until your legs gave out.

And now heavy with the sleepiness of bliss, you questioned whether your boyfriend was intending to get out of you. "Tae, baby, we should get cleaned."

"Let me stay inside, love. Please. I feel like I'll want to go at it again in a while, just let me stay in." He muttered, his hands pressing against your hips to keep you close.

"You sure you don't need anything?" You asked again, knowing how needy he could get when he gets sleepy.

"Just you pressed up and around me. This is heaven."

A small laugh. How could you deny him?

Jungkook

You had loved every second of it. The gentle way he had kissed you on the sofa, and how he had carried you to bed. How delicately he had touched you and held you, how he had made love to you. It had all been amazing. Until the initial feelings of fondness and devotion gave way to a hunger deeper and more desperate. Then he had pushed you around, sitting himself up on the balls of his feet, dragging you up with him in the process. You could still feel the echo of the beastly groan he had emitted against your ear as he let your back slide down his chest, his sex entering you and reaching so deep inside you. Your head had rolled back against his shoulder as one of his hands grabbed your breast and played with your nipple.

“You like it, don’t you? You like me so deep inside you.” He had stated, his tone so arrogant. “No wonder you can never get enough of me.” He picked you up by the waist, using you as if you were nothing but a cocksleeve, dragging you up and down his dick. “That’s it. That’s what you like. Being a lazy princess and making me do all the work. You love it when I force you a little, don’t you.” He dropped you down with exceptional violence, moving one hand to squeeze your breast, the other angling your face towards him. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” You replied, almost unconsciously. You were willing to do whatever could please him, make him start again.

“Yes what?” He grabbed your other breast, his hand heavy and possessive.

“Yes, I adore when you use me.”

“That’s my little toy. So mature and composed, but so dirty. You love that I get all those naughty things you like.” The way he propped his hands behind his back and leaned on them shifted the angle once more, his hips snapping back and forth with a mind shattering intensity.

“Come on. Get it how you like it.” He freed one of his hands to slap your ass. It didn’t take that long for the both of you to orgasm, especially after he moved the hand on your chest upwards, his fingers merely resting around your neck, without even needing to hold it, while his other hand worked your clit matching the rhythm of the contractions of your insides.

He clinged to you almost desperately when his high subsided, his hold almost too tight. You were trying to compensate for the lack of contact during the latest round, your hands struggling to find any part of him that you could hold, until your fingers intertwined with his over your left breast.

“I thought I would lose you during the last month. I was never home.” You understood his insecurities. You also thought he would find someone more suitable to his career, someone who could understand what it means to belong to that world.

“I thought anyone could make you see how much of a shitty boyfriend I am.”

You let him continue.

“I thought you would meet a smart university kid at campus, or that cute barista at the coffee shop at the end of the street. I thought of how they would court you, all the attentions, the pretty dates, the small gifts. I thought of them taking you out for dinner, of them taking you home. Trying to kiss you. Sometimes, late at night, I asked myself if you would invite them upstairs. It always got me so fucking mad. Once I almost hit my personal trainer because I was thinking of that. He got mad, told me to keep my head in the game.” He was still inside you, you could feel his shaft throbbing softly, as if it was his heartbeat. Maybe it was just an impression. His head fell to your shoulder.

“I would never, and you know it.”

“I know, but some part of me can’t help but go there. If you could only see the way men look at you when you’re not watching. And our relationship being private only means that they don't know that you’re taken. Makes them think that they’re allowed to look at you like that. I feel so hopeless whenever they act all bold. I can’t be like that. I can’t give you the time and attentions they can give you. Because of who I am, because of me being so fucking shy...”

“I love you.” You said, as if it were a magic spell that could fix all his insecurities. You turned your head to look at him. “And right now you’re inside me. You’ve made me cum twice tonight, with nothing but your body, the way you moved on top of me, behind me, inside me.” He blushed a bit at that.

You loved talking with him after sex. It was so common for the two of you. Sex was like a key to open a secret place of vulnerability and intimacy. All the confessions Jungkook had offered you in bed, laying close to you, protected by you, had very often come in the aftermath of bliss. “I am with you,” you continued, leading him to lay on your side.

“I wanna stay inside you, but I also want to face you, look you in the eye.”

“Same here.” You needed to see his face.

“And I also need a snack.” He considered. He took a long pause. You waited for him to formulate his thought. “If you ever realised you’re no longer happy with me, you would tell me, right?”

“Of course I would tell you. However, I think you should know I don’t think that could happen in this life or in any on the next ones.”

He giggled. “I can’t wait to get you away from anyone. We should do like Namjoon hyung and his girlfriend: get on a private island for vacation. Wear nothing all day. Stay in bed for how long we want. Swim when we want. Make love under the stars. God, that’s heaven.”

“You would miss the guys, you know it.” You smiled knowingly.

“Just a week or so. A quick getaway.” Some part of his mind was already plotting.

“I’ll see what I can do. But would you resist without working out?”

“We could workout together,” he mused naively.

“Yeah, yeah...” you conceded, voice dripping in irony.

“Can I carry you to the kitchen to grab a snack?”

“Maybe if you turned me around and I held on you like a koala bear?” You chuckled

“Do you think that if I lay on my back and you sit up and turn around I can get you to climb me like a koala-bear without me having to get out of you?” He asked, the honesty in his voice getting you to fully laugh out loud.

“I think that’s called corkscrew — it’s a corkscrew if you turn around me… whatever” You thought out loud.

“Let’s try! Ready? Three, two, one, Go!” You both laughed at your attempt, joy filling your hearts.

—————the following morning —————

“So, uhm...”

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Guk, listen, I love you, but you’re not dragging me to the gym at eight a.m. on a Sunday morning after what we did last night.”

“But I love you. Like, a lot.”

“No amount of love will ever fix the organs you so thoroughly rearranged last night.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked like a scolded puppy. “But it’s not like you didn’t like it. You actually begged for it at some point.”

“So rude of you to remind me of that.”

“Sorry. I love you.” He kissed the tip of your nose.

“I love you too. Now go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” He palmed your chest lovingly and closed his eyes again.

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jimin imagine #taehyung imagi #jungkook imagine

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forgeandgredimagines · 4 years

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Dating Percy Jackson would include...『 Percy Jackson x Hades! Reader 』

Request: "hi friend! i was wondering if you’d be able to do a percy jackson x daughter of hades headcanons where they’re dating :’) love ya" (Anon)

"hi love! if you’re still doing requests may i please ask for a percy jackson + daughter of hades type thing where it’s a “dating this person would include...” thanks a bunch! hope that made sense :’)" (Anon)

A/N: I have come back from the dead, hurrah! I've disappeared again, as usual. I just lost all motivation and energy to write or do anything for a long time and I apologize for that, I should be more consistent and productive. I'll try harder this time!! ❤️💕

Anyway, I thought that these requests would be easy to finish but for some reason I struggled so much with coming up with good headcanons! I don't have any idea why but I still had a lot of fun making this. Also, I mention Nico a lot because he's my favorite character and I just couldn't help myself :'))

Warnings: None I think??

Masterlist!!

First things first, ya'll are the ultimate power couple

Both of you are children of one of the big three gods, you guys are powerful af

One of you on your own is intimidating enough as it is but the two of you together can be borderline scary...at first

Those who really do know you two know that you guys aren't as intimidating as you may seem, in fact you guys can be the total opposite of intimidating

As a child of Hades, you were never a people person, not because you didn't like people, it was just that your heritage tended to make people hesitant to approach you

Percy would be lying if he said he wasn't one of the many people who were intimidated by you at first but that didn't stop him from befriending you

He was one that helped you come out of your shell and show people that you weren't just all death and darkness (ehem nico) like everyone thought

He honestly found himself surprised by how much he was drawn to you, he expected that you'd be all shadow and skulls but you definitely weren't just that stupid stereotype

It wasn't that long afterwards that he realized his growing feelings for you were most definitely not platonic at all

He was pretty worried about your very protective half-brother, Nico

He didn't know how Nico react but he reckoned he wouldn't be very happy with him

Regardless, he just liked you way too much and pursued you anyway

You two tried to keep your relationship a secret at first

Emphasis on tried

You guys were absolutely horrid at hiding the fact that you two were dating

Everyone already knew that Percy liked you (cause he'd never shut up about you) and after you two started spending much more time together it wasn't hard to put two and two together

You guys thought that Nico would flip out but he was surprisingly calm, his only reaction was telling you "You could do better but I guess he'll do." while Percy was still in the room, which you both knew was Nico's own way of giving his approval

After you two finally revealed your relationship to the rest of the camp, Percy couldn't help but keep showing you off to people

He's just so happy to be able to be your boyfriend, he's so whipped ugh

He'd always ask you to do weird stuff with your powers

"Can you make like tiny shadow marshmallow people run around the room?"

"Percy go to sleep"

Speaking of sleep, you always have sleepovers in his cabin

Mainly because you two can't do it in your cabin because of Nico but also because Percy cannot stand how cold it is in there, you've never really noticed it but Percy literally starts shivering when he's in there

Speaking of cold, you're always cold to the touch, you suppose it's a child of Hades thing

With that in mind, Percy has dubbed himself your personal heater and uses it as an excuse to always hug you to "transfer his warmth"

Late night talks is common for the two of you

Your talks would range to why pizza is the most superior food of them all to the existence of life itself

He can be a bit clingy at times, he always wants to have skin to skin contact, but not in a possesive way, he's just afraid that if he lets go he might not see you again

He knows it's dumb but it's always been a fear of his, especially since you two are demigods risking your lives every 2 minutes

Death is something you two talk about a lot, usually during your late night talks

With you being a child of Hades and having experienced loss too (bc demigod) Percy finds it easier to confide to you about the people he's lost over the years

You two just provide so much unconditional support for each other

If someone ever mistreats you for being a child of Hades (or for any reason actually) then get ready for Percy to be by your side in 0.2 seconds and fighting whoever dared mess with you

But Percy is still lowkey afraid of Nico, which only grew stronger when you started dating

Nico would always give Percy weird looks whenever you two were together, you knew it was just your brother messing with him but no matter how much you tried to convince Percy otherwise he still believed Nico disapproved of your relationship

"I'm telling you, he's going to go to my dorm one day and turn me into a skeleton or something!"

"Percy, I don't even think we can do that?!"

Forehead kisses are Percy's favorite thing in the world, get ready for a lot of them coming on your way

You two would always spar and practice your powers together, the other campers get scared whenever you do though because onlookers usually got full blast of Percy's water or your shadows

Chiron also swears never to put you two in the same team during capture the flag, you two were just too chaotic and powerful

The two of you always worry about each other whenever one of you is on a quest

"-don't die, always have a supply of clean water, don't die, make sure you always have ambrosia ready, don't die--"

"This isn't my first quest! I'm not twelve, calm down!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN--"

In conclusion, you two are so frickin soft together, you will blow up camp one day and you love each other so goddamn much

#Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson x reader #Nico di angelo #percy jackson headcanons #Percy jackson x reader headcanons #Percy jackson x hades! Reader #Child of Hades #percy jackson preferences #Percy jackson fanfiction #Percy jackson imagines #Percy jackson scenarios #Pjo #Pjo headcanons #Heroes of olympus #Hoo

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one-for-all-bnha · 4 years

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Bakusquad Headcanons (mainly focused around Sero and Kaminari) I might do a Part 2 later

Okay so all of them (minus Bakugou) seem to be chill but certain things (or all the time) make them suuuper competitive

1. Mall shenanigans, going around and buying things for each other to see who had the best gift feat. An awkward Bakugou Katsuki who has to find something for Mina and he asks subtly

2. Sneaking out of the dorms to get food. It was Sero and Kaminari’s idea, Mina was in it because it was a wonderful night for a walk, Kirishima wanted a Bang energy drink and Bakugou only went along because “Knowing you dumbasses you would get lost before you even get there”

3. Kaminari realizing Bakugou has a soft spot for him feat. The BakuSquad all tell him that he won’t get mad if Kaminari breaks the news. They’ve awakened a demon. Kaminari claims that he has “Special Best Rights” and nobody corrects him but Sero does add “And the fact that you fear no god.” Mina and Kirishima both nod in agreement.

4. Playing Smash at 1am in the lounge room feat. Bakugou sucking miserably because he button mashes and has to whisper yell when he dies. Kirishima ends up teaching him some tricks. Sero ends up being the one who cackles and they are all quiet until they hear footsteps coming down the stairs, Mina stares at them all horrified. “Scatter.” They all run separate ways like roaches. Bakugou ends up hiding in a cabinet. Kaminari hides behind a fake plant, while Kirishima rushes to the bathroom and hides in the shower. Sero is the one who gets caught, Mina ends up hiding out in the kitchen. They have these competitions almost every Saturday because Bakugou refuses to stay up late on school nights.

6. Kitchen mayhem, Bakugou is visiting his mom since his dad is away so the group must fend for themselves. Kaminari ends up setting the kitchen on fire and meanwhile Kirishima is FaceTiming Bakugou when all of it is going down. While Bakugou’s home he feels like his group doesn’t need him so when he sees the chaos feat various screeches of “DEAR GOD PUT IT OUT”

“wHOS GETTING TODOROKI?!”

“God this smells like charred ass” Bakugou smiles and grabs his coat.

“Later old hag.” He heads to the door clearly he’s needed elsewhere. Suddenly feeling bad Kirishima waves his hands.

“It’s okay really we’ve got it. You don’t have to leave I didn’t mean to cut your visit short.”

“Oh please”, Bakugou says. “I’m clearly needed.”

He’s about to open the door when his mom shouts at him. “And where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I’m heading back. My dumbass friends have set the kitchen on fire.” He can’t help but allow the smile to fall onto his face.

The anger could wait first he had a Kitchen to save. Because of this incident the Bakusquad aren’t allowed anywhere near the kitchen without Bakugou or somebody else being with them.

7. Kaminari initiates stress relieving cuddles 99% of the time. After a typically stressful day he’ll break into Bakugou’s room and just lay smack down on his bed. Bakugou pretends to be angry but at this point he just texts the group chat named Cracktivities by Sero and tells the squad to “get their asses over” they all end up watching a movie and fall asleep half way through. They’re covered in blankets and Mina ends up bringing snacks that at first Bakugou was against because “I SWEAR TO FUCK IF I FIND ANY CRUMBS IN MY BED ALL OF YOU ARE DEAD” but it holds no heat to it

8. The group all steal Bakugou’s hoodies cause he’s warm at first and it soon turns into all of them sharing clothes whether they mean to or not. One day Mina and Kaminari pass each other in the hallway and both nod before they back up and stare at each other. “Is that my choker?” She asks. Kaminari tried to look down but can’t. “Maybe? Is that my belt?” She stares down at the belt with a lightning bolt on it. “I think so?” Kaminari smiles. “Oh cool, if that’s the case it looks epic on you.” Mina beams. “Same to you! The choker really brings a new level to your outfit!”

10.Group therapy session. Mina paints their nails and Jirou puts on some calming music as they all vent about things that are going on in their lives. Kirishima puts on a face mask and gets Kaminari to do it to. He tries getting Bakugou to do it too by saying “Come on rejuvenating skin is manly bro.” Bakugou just smirks. “Remember my quirk works as a skin care routine in itself.” The rest of the squad wears face masks Sero sighs dramatically. “Oh to have flawless skin without breakouts.” Kaminari takes a cucumber off his face, “Oh to be cursed with natural beauty.” Bakugou doesn’t know how to handle that compliment so he just rolls his eyes and smiles. “Idiots,” he says staring down at Sero who’s dramatically sprawled out on the floor. They all smile at him while Mina corrects him. “Your idiots.” He cant even deny it as a fond look passes over his face. “My idiots.”

11. He has a sixth sense and knows when they are up to something. At one point he walks past Kirishima’s room and hears “Dont tell Bakugou” so naturally he kicks the door open and says “Tell me what.” He ends up looking between Sero and Kaminari only to find that there are kittens everywhere. “No.”

“Oh come on Bakugou, can’t we keep them?”

“Aizawa will kill you for this no.”

“No he won’t he loves cats.”

“Fine, I’ll kill you for this.”

They end up sneaking the kittens into 1-B’s class early before class starts. Kaminari and Sero give a tearful goodbye to each kitten while Bakugou is smirking ruthlessly while trying to keep the cats at bay and make sure they will have everything they need. When Shinsou goes into the classroom to find the kittens first thing in the morning it’s a good day. No kitten was harmed and they all got anonymously adopted by Aizawa. They almost get caught because the trio has to hide them in their school uniforms and on the way to 1-B All Might sees them. Bakugou pushes Sero and Kaminari to keep walking as All Might approaches.

“Good morning Young Bakugou, what’s in your coat?” Before he can answer one of the kittens meow, without missing a beat he turns to face All Might.

“Drugs.” He says and walks off before the hero can ask anything else.

12. I guarantee you at some point when him and Kaminari were sparring and Bakugou held Kaminari’s head down with his hand, Kaminari’s first reaction would be to lick his hand. It takes 0.2 seconds for the instant regret to kick in. Kaminari immediately throws Bakugou off and starts viciously wiping his tongue down. “Ew ew ew ew ew I got it in my mouth yuck.”

It takes a couple of seconds for Bakugou to just realize what the fuck happened and he loses his shit laughing. He follows Kaminari as he makes a mad dash to the kitchen and downs whatever is in the fridge. “Oh my god it burns!!!” He whines and quickly turns on the sink violently rubbing his tongue down in an attempt to get the taste off of his tongue. The Bakusquad ask them what’s wrong but between Bakugou laughing and Kaminari gargling dink water babbling “regrets regrets I have so many regrets” every chance he gets mingled in with a “yucky” or “disgusting, grosss” they have no idea what happened.

Kaminari just decides fuck it He grabs the dish soap and places it on his tongue scrubbing at it so his head is cocked so that he has the best angle to wash his tongue and then makes awkward eye contact with Aizawa who is watching in horror. Kaminari tries to be suave and waves to him “Sup Sensei” and Aizawa looks from Kaminari to where Bakugou is practically wheezing in a spinny chair for him to walk out while muttering “Fuck this class, should’ve retired when I had the chance”

Meanwhile the Bakusquad finally connects the dots as to what happened and join Bakugou in a laughing fit while Kaminari whines with his face pressed to the sink still. “Oh come on you guys it’s not funny.” But they can’t hear him over the sound of all of them laughing. “You’re an idiot what made you think that would work?” Sero asks. Kaminari starts gesturing wildly which only makes them laugh harder “it was a reflex okay?!” Finally when the burning calms down he looks over at Mina who’s googling what happens when you lick nitroglycerin “am I gonna die?”

Jirou suddenly stands beside him and places a consoling hand on his shoulder. “Yes.” And then she leaves causing the group to start snickering again. Kaminari brushes his hands down his tongue saying “Absolutely disgusting” before wiping it onto Bakugou’s arm. He shrieks and jumps out of the chair “What the fuck do you think you’re doing dunce face?!”

“Returning the nitroglycerin I licked ya nasty”

He reaches his hands towards his face. “There seems to be a bit more.”

“KAMINARI NO!”

He licks his hands. The moment Kaminari’s hands touched his tongue he knew he fucked up.

“GODDAMIT!”

He runs back to the sink.

That’s all I can think of so far, if you guys have anything else to add feel free.

#bakusquad #these kids are absolute disasters #but i love them #bakugou katsuki #mina ashido #sero hanta #my hero academia headcanons #kirishima eijirou #jirou kyouka #kaminari denki #bnha #bnha headcanons

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Tongue tied and Luke!!!

Thanks for the suggestion! (This is tongue tied by grouplove for anyone else interested!)

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Youth

Luke just wanted to feel like a kid again. There was something about the wilds of being a teenager that was striking his core again. This urge hadn’t hit him in a long time. Between writing music, touring, and making sure he kept his head on straight, he didn’t worry too much about what it meant to be young. Besides, he had spent his wilds already. He made dumb choices and broken some hearts, got his heart broken in return too. He was ready to be a better man. He was still young, he knew. But there were bigger pictures and smoother roads to take now.

And maybe it was the voicemail he had just gotten. Maybe he wanted to forget the way she sighed into the receiver. Maybe he just wanted not to go home to another argument. They were going good. That’s the thing--they had their highs and their bumps. But lately, it just seemed like Luke couldn’t do anything right. It seemed like he was always in the wrong. Tonight, he just wanted a little fun. He wanted to forget responsibilities for 0.2 seconds.

Who wants to go out? It’s a simple text to the group chat. He stares at it, still in the parking lot of the pharmacy. He stopped, at his girl’s insistence, to grab a few things for her. Things he was supposed to get yesterday, according to the voicemail she left him.

You do realize it’s a Wednesday. Calum replies sits for just a moment and Luke shuts his eyes. He realizes the day of the week. That’s not what he asked. His phone buzzes again. But sure, I’m game.

Luke exhales. Usual time and place?

I’ll be there. Ashton replies and Luke reclines his head into the headrest, thank fuck. Now he just had to get home and survive a couple more hours. They started going out earlier in the evenings so that they could all sleep and get up in the morning without hating themselves.

When Luke steps inside the house, it’s quiet. Too quiet, so Luke drops the bag of the stuff his girl asked for onto the kitchen table. Next to it, is a note. Went over to a friend’s house. I’ll be back tonight. Love you. Luke takes the moment to scrawl his own note underneath it. Warning of his own plans and runs back. God, his own house feels like a cage right now. Inside those four main walls are terse silences and the swelling of words they haven’t yet said. It was driving him mad. He sure it was driving her mad too. He felt a little bad but for the moment, for now he was going to escape. He was going sweat his hair out and come back more shambly that he should and it didn’t fucking matter.

He grabs dinner at his favorite spot around the corner. His phone shakes the table as he sits and looks out the window. Come by my place first. We can carpool from there. I’ll DD. It’s Ashton in the group chat. Luke slurps down the last few forkfuls of his noddles and just barely remembers to grab his coat off the back of the chair.

The music rattles Luke’s teeth but he welcomes it. He takes just a moment to close his eyes and inhale the scent of weed, sweat, and stale alcohol. It’s not the most appealing combination but it feels welcomed in his lungs. No one orders a round but Luke is bold and gets a shot out of the gate.

“You trying to drown something down?” Michael jokes, watching Luke knock the clear tequila down without a cough.

“Just want to be free for a couple of hours.”

“Just take it slow. Just take it slow,” Michael warns getting a glass of water and handing it over to Luke too.

The leather jacket traps some heat and with the first shot and a heavy pour in his mix drink Luke can feel the first few drips of sweat running down his back. He pulls the heavy coat off and tosses it onto the seat of the booth. Even though it’s the middle of the week, it’s enough of a crowd to make the dancefloor look like a sea. He’s not normally a dancer. He’s terrible at it and with all his long limbs feels too awkward to try anything.

But tonight, it’s about being young. So fuck it, he thinks, and slides onto the dancefloor, attempting to fit in but being so far off beat that the rest of the guys have to laugh. Luke doesn’t care, not as he takes another long sip of his drink and lets the warmth encase his chest and the fuzz swallow up his brain.

“What are you doing here?”

It’s a softer voice shouting over the music and Luke looks to his left. She’s here too. Her eyes are a little glassy but she’s got an easy grin on her face. “Just out,” Luke replies.

“You’re a terrible dancer.”

“I’ve been told a time or two.”

She laughs, slipping her arm around his waist and falling into the terrible rhythm that Luke’s established. His free arm slips down, his palm resting right on the crest of her ass. She laughs again when they stumble and Luke doesn’t even fucking care that they’re probably an eyesore.

Whatever happened to them in the first place? What the hell put them down this uptight spiral anyway? Was Luke spending too much time in the studio? He was pretty good about being home at a reasonable time to eat dinner and just hang out with her. Whatever the reason, maybe they were on the up and up. No thanks to tequila and probably some vodka for her.

“I’m cooking dinner tomorrow,” Luke says into her ear as they sway to the beat in time now. Thanks to her lead of course.

She gives another laughter, with a bite of a snort. “You can’t cook to save your life.”

“You take that back. I can cook.”

“Okay then, hotshot. You cook tomorrow.” She winks at him, lips wrapping around the straw in her drink and turns, ass pressed into his crotch. Luke has to grin and bends over, lips capturing the soft skin of her neck.

Her head falls back into his chest. “That’s not fair,” she breathes. Luke just barely catches it in the thump of the bass.

“I think it is,” he teases, kissing up further, close to her ear.

She turns again, bringing Luke closer by a firm grip to the back of his neck. Their mouths seal up in a kiss, and it’s a mess of vodka and tequila, but it feels so goddamn right at the moment. He melts into her, hands falling down and squeezing her ass through the pants. Her lips have always been so goddamn soft. “I’m sorry,” she whispers against his lips. “I haven’t been great at communicating lately. I just hit a low.”

“You know I’m always here for you, right? Always, baby.”

Luke catches the sad downturn to her eyes and he gently reaches for her glass. He can finally see how bad that low is. Drinking won’t fix it. He knows that and he knows she knows it too. She gives it up without a fuss. “Can I hang out with you for the rest of the night?”

Luke kisses her sweetly. “Of course. Ashton’s driving.”

“Dear Lord.” Ashton’s a fine driver but she won’t let him live down the one time he hit a curb. Luke gives a small squeak of laughter and nods for her to follow. He sets their drinks down, pushing hers closer to the wall, so no one mistakes it for theirs and so she doesn’t go back for it.

“Teach me some dance moves. I’m terrible at it.”

“First,” she says stepping into him. Her arms wind around his waist. Luke waits for more but as she stretches upward he catches the hint and kisses her again. Slightly open-mouthed and exhalations becoming the others inhales. Luke cups her face, feeling just how hot her skin is. She melts into his touch, letting him hold her grounded.

“I love you,” he breathes, lips brushing over hers as he talks.

“I love you.”

-H

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gojosatoruwifey · 3 years

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Summary: Yugen, a Third Year student from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. After a year, the three Third Years, including her, finally went home to Japan and while the two are either resting and catching up with their parents. Yugen chose to stay in the College for a while to accompany Shoko Ieri and study under her. So, what's the other reason she came back?

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Shoko Ieri, Geto Suguru, Masamichi Yaga ,Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Yugen Akihisa, Ishida Den, Mizuki Shina, Hakari ,Zenin Mai, Todo Aoi, Utahime Iori

Genre: Supernatural,Fantasy, Slice of Life, Crack, Fluff, Action

Warnings: Curse, Swearing, Grammar Errors, mention of torn limbs

The ringing of the phone indicating that someone is calling echoed on a room until the person on the other side picks up. “Hello, Yugen-san?”

“Good morning, Yamato-san!” Yugen cheerfully greeted.

Right now, they are back to the infirmary; Itadori laid on the bed tiredly, Kugisaki on the swivel chair as she spins around, Fushiguro reading a particular book that caught his interest from the bookshelf near him while Yugen leaned her back to the window, her phone on her ears as her eyes stared outside of the glass.

“What did you do again?”

Yugen gasps exaggeratedly as she offendedly says, “I didn’t do something bad!...well… maybe…”

Yamato sighed. “Should I contact the Principal?”

“Hehe. I think you should.” Yugen carefully agreed. “I used the highway railings two streets away from Jujutsu Tech in the heat of the moment. We were attacked by a Grade 3 Curse and it’s a slime type-”

“‘We’? You’re not alone?”

“Yeah. I’m with the First Years.”

“Yugen-san!” Yamato yelled. “You should not do things that might influence the kids!”

“Are you implying that I am a bad example for the First Years?” Yugen rested her free hand on her chest as if Yamato could see her. “Don’t you know that I don’t cuss, unlike Den? Or get stressed quickly like Shina? I’m a chill person and I don’t utter such obscenity.”

“We both know that you’re the carbon copy of Gojo-san - in behavior.” Yamato rubbed her temples. Oh, the headache she gets whenever a certain troublemaker strikes.

“I don’t. I’m not like Gojo-sensei. I’m a good girl.”

“What is this I’m hearing? Is Yu-chan saying that I’m also a bad example?”

The students turned their heads towards the white-haired Sorcerer entering the room as he placed small boxes on the table which made Kugisaki halt her antics as Itadori got up and peered at the object.

“Hm?” Kugisaki’s brown eyes scrutinized the text of the box as her eyes widened in glee. “It’s a fruit sando!”

“Woah, it really is!” Itadori opened one of the cartons gingerly.

“It’s a souvenir!” Gojo exclaimed. “Leave us a few. I need to talk to this midget here.” he tapped the Third Year’s head and urged her to walk as they left the infirmary, Yugen smiled at the First Years, her fingers smoothly ending the call with Yamato.

“What is it that you want to talk about?” Yugen leaned on the pillar on the side as she crossed her arms and looked at Gojo with a questioning gaze.

“Where are Den and Shina?” asked Gojo.

Yugen blinked confusedly. “On their home.”

“You sure?” Gojo fished out something to reveal a ripped picture of a construction site and obviously from a newspaper. Slowly, Yugen’s indigo eyes slightly widened at the sight of the photo on his hand as her heartbeat drummed nervously.

Internally, she is panicking. Why does he have that picture? Does he know? Did the ‘business’ earlier he was talking about is looking for Den or Shina? I made sure not to make suspicious moves so why does he have that? What should I do? Should I act inno-

“Relax, Yu-chan. Your face is giving away your thoughts.” Yugen exhaled the air she didn’t realize she was holding and glared at the teacher in front of her.

“You’re being nosy, Sensei.”

“And you’re being skeptical, Akihisa.”

Yugen narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want?”

Gojo hummed for a few seconds. “Hmmmm~”

He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted when Yugen’s phone rang as she took out her phone from her skirt’s pocket and pressed the answer button on the screen.

“Hello?...eh? Five humans since she settled there?.......okay, good. Take care and see you.”

“Was that Den?”

“Yeah. Let’s go back to the topic.” Yugen says as Gojo’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“My, my. Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased.

“Why do you have that picture, Sensei?” she asked.

“First of all, it’s not my fault that someone left this on the Shoko’s desk along with scrolls sprawled on the table.” Gojo started. Yugen felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she remembered that she indeed left the ripped picture on the desk. “Second, your voice raised a bit higher than normal when you answered my question about exorcising the Special Grade and lastly...you.”

“What about me?” Yugen tilted her head.

“You’re acting shady!” Gojo blurted out. “You can lie to a stranger but you can’t lie in my face.”

Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) ‘I thought he was going to say something cooler like you can’t lie to someone who knows you.’ (一。一;;）’ but since this is Gojo-sensei we are talking about...I guess this is expected.’

“You really have an expressive face, Yu-chan.”

“I was just asking how did you get your hands to that thing, why did you end up talking like a detective from the movies?” Yugen says, “You are demanding answers since I arrived here.”

Yugen continued. “Your actions are saying that you are suspicious of me since the very beginning because if you’re not, you should have brought the First Years late but you’re early.”

Underneath the blindfold, Gojo furrowed his eyebrows.

“You being punctual means that you know something even though I haven’t said yet the truth why we came back home before the appointed time Principal Yaga thought,” Yugen stated. “Am I right, Gojo-sensei?”

“Not to mention, you eat the trap I baited,” Yugen smirked, seeing Gojo’s mouth agape in surprise. “I invited the First Years for lunch as soon as you left and in the meantime, you used that gap to survey the infirmary. When we got back to the room, I noticed that Megumi’s paper was moved to the side. As far as my memory says, the paper was placed near the lamp and I didn’t use the lamp to pin the paper either. It just means that someone interfered while I was not there.”

“Bingo.” Yugen grinned in victory as Gojo howled in laughter. “I didn’t think that you would pick up the picture. It’s a trap that tells whether someone touched the things without someone supervising.”

“HAHAHAHAHA!! I just can’t outwit you!”

“That picture was in between Megumi and Yuuji’s paper.” Yugen shook her head with a smile on her face. “I just use a simple trap.”

“You know that I’m willing to cover you up, right?” Gojo ruffled her mahogany hair. “You’re like my daughter.”

“I don’t see you as a father figure.” Yugen teased. Her gloved fingers fixing her messy strands. “Ready for a storytelling?”

“When I am not ready?”

One cautious step on the concrete while a juniper colored hair peeked behind the worn-out wall to peek at the two figures discussing what they are gonna do next as the womanly figure childishly threw a tantrum on the larger figure when her companion says something that upsets her.

“Why can’t I go outside?!” says the lass.

Believe it or not, Shina knows that these people are registered Special Grade Curses that her group has been hunting for a year since their Second Year and now they are the Third Year, the chase of these bloodthirst Curses are gonna end today. The female Curse was wearing a torn kimono, showing her smooth blue skin while her violet hair was tied up in a bun with a few strays falling on her forehead. The other one was a large Curse standing on 6’9 with only pants as his clothes and just like the female, he had blue skin and his violet hair was tied in a tight bun.

The plan is simple yet required for them to execute it in accurate precision. It was not the usual set up.

Have Shina sneak into the lion’s den to watch the Curse’s moves and report it, Den to summon weapons using her talismans to surround the vicinity if ever the Curse escaped, and Yugen to activate her Domain Expansion within 0.2 seconds and use it to trigger the Domain Repercussions to exorcise the Curses.

Right, it’s not the complex ploy they set before the day of exorcising.

Yet, the pair already notice her presence and they sharply turn to Shina’s hiding place, chasing her as she skips from side to side of the deformed, old hallway.

‘I followed Yugen’s instruction on how to conceal my existence and lowered my Cursed Energy, how did they know I was here?’ Shina shoveled the collapsed block of cement she passed by halting momentarily to kick the objects as it obscured the visions of the stunned two Curses; their eyes caught dust and foreign particles.

“Shina, can you hear me?!” the voice of Den reverberated around the place.

“The Curses are chasing me!” Shina answered as she felt dizzy from running in twists and turns. Behind her, the growling from one of the Curses can be heard. ‘Where does Den’s voice come from?’

“Which Curse!?”

“Special Grades!”

“Shit!” the navy haired girl cussed loudly. “Yugen is fighting a bunch of Grade 1 insects! She can’t use Domain Expansion!”

“Well, damn it!”

Shina can’t see Den but she swears she heard her laugh.

It made her lips quirk up in a soft smile. She, after all, doesn’t cuss when she is not frustrated-choosing to stay quiet until her stress level reached its limit.

The running is taking a toll on her.

“Where are you?”

A glance to the left as she answered, “Floor C, Emergency Exit.”

“Why are you so far away?!!” Den whined.

“I know I should not-” Shina dodged the Cursed Energy beam from the male Curse shot on her way as she leaped to the stairs. “..ask! But how are you able to communicate with me?”

“I put Talismans earlier on the building!”

“You think I’ll let you off the hook, brat!?” the female Curse exclaimed, her long nails scratching Shina’s back as she hissed in pain-the excruciating tingles making her gaze hazy.

“SHINA!!”

A flash of similar dark uniform slams the female Curse on the wall loudly. Shina felt her breathing hitch as her green eyes caught blood dripping on Den’s head who had her rose-pink eyes glaring at the struggling female Curse; hands gripping the Curse’s neck as she tried to free her limbs from the Talismans.

“Did you injure yourself on your way here?” Shina asked as her hand pulls out a Talisman from Den’s belt bag hanging on her back; sticking one Talisman on the female Curse’s mouth, completely shutting her shoutings.

Swinging the blade multiple times, on the sides, on her front and back. The insect Curses resembled grasshoppers charging at her in full speed as Yugen swiftly sliced them; purple substance on her dark uniform and the filthy stench invaded her nose. Yugen tightly held the hilt of the tanto sword on her right hand as she continued to swing in different directions.

“This is why I hate pests.” exhaled and fastened up her jumping pace; creating a large distance to the Curses.

“Okay, okay.” Yugen steadied her footing on the ground as she bounced to feel her legs that started to numb from exhaustion. She inhaled and exhaled as Yugen focused the power on her right leg; pivoting her left leg to raise her other shin.

The rumbling noise of a large portion of air gathering in one place blared towards the insect Curses as the force crushed the earth and made the Curses retreat until the air entered their internals; bursting their bodies apart. Yugen blink at the nauseating view. The forest is also affected by the pressure as the land had a large and long dent on it.

“Ah, there’s another group. Geez,” she says as her body flashes mid-air behind the ongoing Curses; the blade of the tanto sword whistling with the wind as she swung it again.

The slapping sound of Talismans sticking to the walls loudly.

Den sprinted towards the female Curse’s torso as she smacks a Talisman different from the others; Shina is behind the male Curse, kicking him in the shins to take his balance off which the Curse quickly recovered as she dashed to the female Curse; She and Den crossed paths; their minds saying the same thing.

Talisman Technique: Synchronization.

Within those seconds, both of the Curses felt something creepier. The sensation of a boiling liquid slowly seeping through their muscles, taking its time to crawl in their body as their senses shout at them of the impending danger. The uncomfortable feeling of it made their mind distracted.

Shina rose her hand mimicking a marionettist manipulating her puppets with strings.

A tug of an invisible force.

“Wow, I just came at the right time.”

Yugen wields the tanto sword to the side as purple blood splatters in the process. Den threw a clean cloth to her. Meanwhile, the two Curses trembled upon hearing Yugen’s voice as she used the cloth to clean the purple liquid on the blade.

“The plan failed, idiot.” Den played the talismans on her hand.

“Sorry! hehe.” Yugen apologized sheepishly, still wiping the blade. “Take it easy! The theatre is starting.”

“So? You can’t move?” Den questioned the two Special Grades with mockery. The Curse pair stood frozen on their spot as they registered that they are not moving anymore.

“My Cursed Technique allows me to control living beings by touching them thrice as my Cursed Energy flows like a fluid,” Shina stated, her right index finger haul up as the male Curse’s arm moves; demonstrating her technique.

“Since Shina can’t touch you, I used my Cursed Technique,” Den said. “You see, my Curse Energy is made to create and they only manifest when I’m using these Talismans-” she waved the Talismans, “-and the papers plastered on the wall had her Cursed Energy on it and since it’s surrounding us-”

“-you Special Grades are going to die.” Yugen finished as she removed the dark glove of her right hand and throw it aside

“What a waste. I was hoping to use weapons to kill you guys to make me practice but you just have to crush that and see Shina.” Den brushed the dust on her skirt.

“Please let my sister go…” the male Curse pleaded as he struggled to move.

Yugen looked at him. “Do you know the story of Hansel & Gretel?”

The Curse didn’t answer.

“Hansel & Gretel are siblings like the two of you.” Yugen closed her eyes. “According to the story I read, there was a great famine struck their country and their family is starting to suffer from starvation, having no choice but to abandon the poor Hansel and Gretel. Their parent left them in the forest and suddenly, a sweet aroma filled their senses and followed the smell. As they reach a house made from different sweets, they met an old woman and she ushered them to enter her abode. The old woman turns out to be a witch! And she wanted to cook Hansel and eat him. However, Gretel is a smart girl and helped her brother to escape from the cage he was stuck and pushed the witch from the pot and she died.”

“W-What happened to Hansel and Gretel?” the female Curse timidly asked.

“Unfortunately…” Yugen opened her eyes to glance at them. “..they died in this life!”

Yugen slit the male Curse’s arms using the tanto sword on her left hand as the female Curse shrieked in fear; squirming on her spot as she thrashed around and called the male Curse in repeat.

“AAACKK!!!” the male Curse shouted in pain and Shina’s eyes widened when her ‘grip’ to the female Curse loosened; hands trembling from holding two Special Grades. For some reason, Shina can’t let the female Curse to sit still as the Curse erupt a high amount of Cursed Energy.

“Shit!” Den brings out a black talisman and sticks it towards the female Curse’s back; upon sensing her presence, the female Curse turns around and grabs her wrist then twists her body and fling Den towards Yugen and they both crash to the wall with a loud slam as the stones crumbled and fall into pieces..

“Nii-san!” the female Curse run to the male Curse and hoist him up but before she can carry the male Curse properly, a long black hand shot from the wall where Yugen and Den crashed into harshly grabbed the male Curse away from the female Curse as she yelped from the unexpected force.

Shina watched a figure stagger to her feet, swaying a little as she steadied her balance.

“Let me tell you that I hate it when my head gets hit.”

Yugen glared at the female Curse. “It really pissed me off.”

Behind her, the long black hand is still clutching to the male Curse like a child holding her doll. Yugen raised a brow. “Oh? Not fighting back?”

“I already accepted the fact that I will die in our Creator’s hands…” he answered, defeat lacing his voice. “Our purpose is to fulfill our Creator-”

“You think I will let you die on her hands, Nii-san?!” the female Curse bawled as her Cursed Energy pressured Shina and Den to the ground, leaving Yugen standing-albeit not perfectly.

‘Shina can’t tend Den’s wounds…’ Yugen shifts her eyes to Shina and Den laying on the concrete. ‘I have to finish this woman.’ her tanto sword dangling on her gloved hand.

“For now, let’s kill that Curse.” Yugen’s indigo eyes followed another long tentacle-like hand appearing on her left back as its index and thumb passed to the male Curse’s center chest like a ghost going past to a wall as it dug out a small shiny dark orb and placed it onto Yugen’s palm.

The female Curse watched Yugen crush the dark orb in horror as the male Curse on the long black hand faded into specks of dust.

The Curse’s lips quivered as she screamed.

“And that's how the story ends.” Yugen lazily shifts her weight to her other leg. “The female Curse or let’s call her ‘Gretel’ escaped by releasing pressure again and almost made Shina a limp and Den had an amnesia.”

“Woah, what a terrible ending,” Gojo commented.

“It was a good thing that my little friend-” she caresses the left part of her hair as if touching a baby, “-protected the two yet ‘Gretel’ ran away before I got my hands on her. I just can’t let Shina and Den leave there in pain.”

“Spoken like a true older sister.” the white-haired Sorcerer patted her. “You did well.”

Yugen hummed, letting him stroke her hair like a child.

“That picture…” she paused. “..the construction site. That’s where ‘Gretel’ currently lives. Den might have sensed Gretel’s Cursed Energy in that place since she sticks a talisman on the Curse’s back before she flee and she could not get rid of it even if she tried to. Den’s Talisman can seal her but since Den is not near her, she can’t seal that Curse.”

Yugen cupped her chin with her gloved fingers. “Speaking of Den, we don’t know how many meters she should get near to chant the spell and seal Gretel until I exorcise her. Will one-meter good or she have to get closer? I think there’s a certain distance between the User and the Curse if it comes to sealing and not creating..”

“Yugen-senpai!” Itadori cries out as he rushes towards them. “I finally found you!”

“What happened, Yuuji?”

“Ku-Kugisaki is going to murder me!”

From afar, Kugisaki retorted. “I'm just putting your share! Senpai and Sensei are going to eat too!”

“Hah! For all I know, you secretly want an extra!”

“Just eat in peace,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath.

E X T R A :

“Huh?” Yugen looks around the old building. The aftermath of the exorcise had great damage and the residuals of the Curses are everywhere. She glances beside her to see Den surrounded by Medics provided by Jujutsu Tech and she approach the silent woman smoking on the side.

“Shoko-sensei!” the said woman puffs out the smoke and turns in her direction.

“Yugen, you seem fine.”

“Those Curses don’t affect me.” she rests her hands on her hips. “They belong to me, after all.”

“But still, you don’t feel dizzy?” Shoko asked.

“Not anymore.” Yugen let out a sigh. “How’s Den and Shina?”

Shoko dropped the cigarette on the land as she stomps on it. “Den is still light-headed and Shina is feeling weak. They should know that they should not have to use their Cursed Technique too much. Even though you are Grade 1 Sorcerers doesn’t mean that you have to use your skills for your full potential. Yugen, you already know this, right? The three of you are strong but handling two Special Grades especially coming from the unknown is dangerous.”

“I don’t know why the Principal insists that you exorcise these Special Grades.” the Doctor sighed. “He must be teaching you a lesson.”

Yugen only smiled wryly. “I feel responsible so I don’t mind if the higher-ups dump this work to us.”

“Higher-ups? Are they involved?”

“Of course, they are.” she scoffed. “They are expecting me to fail.”

Shoko laughed in amusement, “Cowards, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they are.”

Then Shoko held out a familiar dark glove to Yugen as the Third Year’s face brightened up. “You’re looking for this?”

Yugen whispered a small ‘thank you’ and wore the glove. “I thought it was missing.”

“Did you know that your other classmates made trouble?” Shoko says. “They receive suspension as punishment.”

“Eh??”

“All of the Third Years are suspended except the Three Espada,” she explained. “I’m saying this beforehand. Don’t be surprised if you can’t see a Third Year roaming on the school grounds. Satoru will likely not explain it.”

Yugen chuckled. “Right.”

Domain Repercussions - A Domain Technique: details will be provided from the following next chapters.

*Yamato - a female Auxiliary Manager

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nam-nam-joon · 4 years

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come back home

Pairing: implied past namjoon x reader; but can be easily read as OT7 x reader

Genre: songfic, hurt and comfort

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, family death;

Summary: an unexpected death in your family calls for you to leave the sparkling big city life behind, for a few, short days in the place you came from, that you tried and succeeded in leaving behind. but the night is dark and the comfort of your oldest friends something that had been beyond your reach for years

Even though there were delicate butterfly wings adorning your heels, the first steps you took after exiting the train were anything but light.

The heavy, grey clouds overhead that had been hanging threatingly low ever since your plane had landed promised rain, obscuring the sun and dipping the world in a luminance that gave the edges and shadows special depth.

Tired by the airport and time spent travelling, you took the first deep breath of actual fresh air, breeze sweeping around you.

As you climbed the stairs up from the platform that lay long since deserted again you noticed three loitering people on the other side, half hidden under the bridge spanning over the tracks. Their clothing made it impossible to pinpoint anything about them, save the fact they were either homeless or trying to appear like they were.

You had lived too long in a place like this to be intimidated by their presence but didn't needlessly stare back; no point in getting into a fight when you hadn't even really arrived yet.

As you arrived at the top of the stairs one of the people from the other side jumped up and vanished into the shadows of overhanging trees, and you had a feeling your arrival would shortly be re-laid to people in the know over this area.

The house of your parents lay little ways further away from the townsquare, where your stay for the coming days was. There was no sense in rushing over there now, the opening of the will wasn’t until tomorrow evening and the funeral before that.

The cab driver kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror throughout your trip from the station to the place you'd be resting your head at, and only reluctantly handed you the machine as you produced a plastic to pay the fare.

The car left you out front the once posh establishment, that now, years since you had seen it last, lost a lot of its charm.

There weren't too many people out and about on the streets, likely to the cold wind and unpredictable weather, and yet you couldn't shake the feeling you were being watched as you opened the deep brown door.

Maybe it were the memories you had; just across the plaza you’d scraped a knee-

The lock clicked in place and you brushed the thought from your mind.

The suitcase open on your bed, almost empty already, you turned to place the last stack of fine, soft, expensive clothes into the simplistic shelf. Your knuckles hadn’t touched the wood yet as the door in your back creaked gently.

You closed your eyes. Took a deep breath. Weren’t ready to turn and face the sight that would greet you, but also knew you’d likely never be, not really.

"We wondered when you'd show up."

The voice was a little deeper, a little rougher than you remembered, but nonetheless he still sounded the same. Somehow.

"Nice to see you, too, Joonie."

You turned eventually.

He’d grown, another good few inches, but you couldn’t tell how large the difference between you was now, not with him slouching over by the door and you in your heels. There were slashes in his black jeans, the dark boots on his feet scuffed but the plain white shirt, loosely tucked into one side of his pants’ waistband was free of specks or marks.

His hair was silverish, almost white, and now shaved on both sides over his ears.

Dark skin circled his eyes, almost exactly like back in school, when you'd both stayed up too late, watching another movie instead of getting your good night's rest. But things with him had never really been 'good'.

"You look amazing." He answered, pushing off the wall and coming closer.

He effortlessly invaded your private sphere. You stared back at him, unimpressed and with a facade of polite cool. Fearless.

Thanks to your heels you two were almost on one height, and when his eyes ran painfully slow over your face, stopped at your lips, before continuing down over your white blouse and black skirt, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Should I ask how you got into this place or are you going to excuse yourself now?"

He glanced up at you face, tongue darting over his lips before answering.

"You know I have my ways. How did the big city life treat you? Those shoes look fancy."

You didn't blink or wither under his testing gaze. "It's been a blast." You replied, without an ounce of humour in your voice.

He didn't have to know about all the difficulties, all the pain, blood, sweat and tears you had had to work through to get to where you were now. He didn’t have to know about anything; none of it mattered here, anyways.

Apparently satisfied, Namjoon backed off, turning to take a good look around your room.

"You know I had to come and see for myself. Didn't quite belief you'd ever really show yourself again. I'm guessing you came for the funeral?"

For the first time, you blinked and swallowed. The smile that spread on his face was triumphant, daunting the spark within you to explode into a blaze.

You took a silent breath and let it simmer down.

"I see you still didn't give up on your wings... even though they look a lot more fragile than the ones you used to wear." He pointed a finger at you while still sauntering around the room at 0.2 speed.

"What do you want here, Namjoon?" Despite being cool before, your voice had now lost any of its warmth. You didn't like him speaking about old times, not when you'd fought so hard to rid yourself of everything that had once connected you to this place, its people.

Delicate wool had replaced black leather, linen and fine fabrics the torn flannels and thin, layered shirt. Skirts and tights instead of rugged jeans with ripped knees, and heels for-

"I came to give these back to you. I- We kept them safe for you." He reached outside the door before approaching again, but you refused to look down on his hands before he stood right in front of you again; even closer, this time. If such a thing was possible.

His face had lost all trace of playfulness, but it hadn't turned cocky either. The way he furrowed his brows confused you; so rarely had you seen him being honest.

Or that's what you thought he would look like when he wasn't trying to insult or belittle someone, anyway.

There was a silent battle raging between you, neither of you breaking eye-contact even though you could see something big and brown in his hands and he was likely itching to move, jiggle a leg or tap fingers.

He lifted an eyebrow and held out his hands with whatever was in them.

"Come home." He said, and his voice was deeper, quieter than before. The way he alternated to look between your eyes had something intimate to it, and you swallowed again, for a different reason now.

His eyes started to fixate on your lips again, but before either of you could make a move, a car door slammed shut outside and Namjoon looked up.

Without further thinking about it you took the box as he was stepping back already, and with a last, lingering look, he turned and made his exit.

You remained frozen in place, monitoring your breathing, waiting until you were sure he had left before slowly sinking on the bed, balancing the cardboard box on your thighs.

To your annoyance your fingers were slightly shaking, and you pressed your eyes shut and lifted your face towards the ceiling briefly.

The lid of the box lifted, and you had to bite back - something. It wasn't a sob, nor a laugh; it was something else entirely and yet both at once.

In front of you, inside the box, lay a pair of black Dr. Martens. The leather was well broken in, worn into comfort. One shoe was laced with deep red string, the other with a similarly dark shade of green. Hesitantly, you traced a fingertip over the silver spraypaint. The sharp edge flurried outwards, some larger blotches of paint still stuck to the sole.

As if awakening from a spell you snapped the lid of the box shut and were quick to place it underneath your bed.

Without thinking further about it you left your room after shrugging into the soft tan coat and grabbing the purse, headed in no direction in particular. Just out.

During the funeral you sat in the front row, spared the view of all the others that attended until the ceremony was over. A portion of the people left right away, others hung around to wait and hear what the will would say.

You waited until the last possible moment before rising and bidding farewell to the basic coffin, holding on to your small black clutch and silently looking down on it for a moment.

When you turned and raised your head your view fell down the aisle between the rows of chairs, to the back, where you could spot Namjoon's silver hair, saw him talking to a small group of boys more or less the same age. They fell silent when you drew near, turning their heads to look, but you didn't heed them a second glance.

The reality of it all, of your parents now both being dead, unreachable for you, of you being truly alone; didn't fully set in until that evening, when the long awaited rain finally fell, in heavy drops against your window, and you stared out into the grey streaks running down the glass.

The big city where your polished flat with the bright floors and big windows lay was far way beyond reach.

Your body felt heavy, sluggish. There was a certain gravity keeping you sat on the chair.

The black ballet flats you’d worn to the ceremony stood orderly next to your heels, over by the door. You’d shed the clothes from the service, too; They’d felt too itchy, too tight. Not allowing you to breathe.

No light was flicked on inside. The darkness outside grew.

All by themselves did your fingers reach below the bed, retrieved your suitcase. There was a bundle of clothes on the bottom of it that you had packed against better knowledge, against really wanting to, but when you shimmied the frayed pants over your legs, pulled the black shirt over your head and shrugged into the dark tartan flannel, it felt welcoming. It felt good, comfortable, in a way you hadn't felt in years. Hadn't allowed yourself to feel.

The headlights of a passing car caught on the reflective paint on your shoes as you passed by, a hand catching the leather jacket that Jimin half threw at you, a loving grin on his handsome face that had lost almost all its childish roundness. Taehyung stared at you, eyes wide and lips parted, arm slung over Jimin’s chest from where he sat just behind him.

An arm snaked around your middle under the freshly put on jacket, as Yoongi pressed a kiss to your temple from where the hair was held back in a messy bun, and you could see Namjoon turning to look over his shoulder after Seokjin had shut his mouth mid-conversation, only nodded his head towards your approaching form to let the other know. Namjoon’s expression flickered from confusion to surprise to joy, two dimples showing on his cheeks as he fully faced you.

Without having to ask, Yoongi bend down and picked the bottle of amber coloured liquid from Jungkook's hands, and you shot him a thankful look before taking a generous swig. Hoseok nodded towards you, the stick of a lollipop twirling between his fingers.

When you sidled up to Namjoon, sat close to the barrel in which a fire chased away the wetness that came down around their shelter, it took him a moment before his arm found your back and his hand your shoulder.

"You look amazing." He repeated, but this time there was a lazy confidence behind his words, and your eyes stared back in a fierce display of self confidence.

"Fuck yeah I do." You took another swig of the alcohol and kicked your feet up, close to the barrel, leaning back on the makeshift bench.

Namjoon's right hand found its way from your thigh over your knee down to the middle of your shin as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your ear.

"I much prefer these over those flimsy pretty sparkly things you were wearing when you came here. These fit better."

You felt him smile against your skin, before the silver haired boy leaned back, his left arm still around your shoulder and taking the bottle from you.

"_______'s come back home, everyone!"

The boys yelled and cheered in response, and when you met Namjoon's eyes again he was smiling once more.

There was almost no fight your heart put up as you mimicked his expression, taking the bottle back from him.

The fire burned bright that night; illuminating the silver, sloppy spray painted wings on the sides of your boots.

author’s note: i never thought i’d see this particular song performed *live* but then BangBangCon happened and here we are, literal years after i first wrote this, but i’m posting it now, thanks to the occasion.

i wrote this so long ago i had to polish it a little and remove all the e’s i wrote Yoongi’s name with, that’s how early on this came into existance...

Come Back Home is a quiet favourite of mine concerning their songs, and i tried capturing the feeling it gives me whenever i listen to it.

if you liked it, consider sending an ask or write a short little comment down below? that would mean a lot :)

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grapesodatozier · 5 years

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can you post more smutty madwheeler hcs?

hell ya i can i just cant proofread them lmao so sorry for any typos or tense changes. anywho get your sub!mike hats on folks!!

okay so to set the scene for these hcs… mikes a whole dumbass

like hes school smart and everything but hes just,, so dumb

hes going into his senior year of college and he’s never eaten anyone out

hes given blowjobs, but he realizes he’s only ever had sex with people with dicks

and basically he starts having an early onset midlife crisis bc hes mike wheeler so of course he does

he knows that he wants to eat someone out at some point, like he’s not in a rush to actually do so, but he doesn’t want to be bad at it once he actually gets around to it, so he feels rushed to learn

this is the dumbass part bc he should realize you can’t really be “good” at sex bc everyones different

but he succumbs to the social pressure/college myths and such, and he kinda starts to panic about it bc mike wheeler does not like not knowing how to do things

so he goes to his closest friend on campus for help

he met max his freshman year, and while they both thought the other hated them at first they ended up being great friends

and max has seen mike at his peak dumbass, so he’s only kind of embarrassed when he asks her if she can teach him how to eat pussy

he thinks it’s a great plan bc not only does max have a pussy, but mike knows for a fact that she’s gone down on people with pussies plenty of times

and he’s expecting her to laugh, and sure, maybe say no, but he’s not expecting her to choke on her drink, he’s not expecting her cheeks to turn pink like that

“what?” she rasps once she catches her breath and clears her throat

mike shrugs, but he feels a lot less sure now. “i just don’t know how to, and i know you do, and i figured i could maybe practice on you while you teach me”

max’s eyebrows shoot up, and she shakes her head with a small laugh. “you’re a dumbass, you know that, right?”

and that helps mike relax, bc that sounds like max

“okay yeah i get it,” he grins, “it was dumb. i guess it’ll just have to happen when it happens”

“wait, no, i’ll do it” max rushes to say “it’s dumb, but yeah, i’ll help you”

“really?”

“how can i resist you admitting there’s something i’m better at than you?”

mike gives her a challenging smirk. “not for long”

and max laughs at that, but then it goes kind of quiet bc like… they’re sitting on the couch in her otherwise empty apartment as they speak… and they both kind of realize at the same time that there’s no reason to not start right then, and now mike isn’t quite so sure that he actually thought this through bc wow he really didn’t consider the potential consequences of this, especially bc he’s just recently been beginning to realize that he really likes max, like maybe more than a friend, but he’s still in the denial stage but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing at the thought of touching her, kissing her…

fucking her

suddenly his skin his burning all over

and hes all like “so… when do you wanna… like should we now? how should we-”

and max just cuts him off with a fond “god, you’re so fucking dumb” and a grin before swinging one of her legs over his hips and settling herself in his lap

you know that meme about being attracted exclusively to idiots? max

and before mike knows it, his hands are on max’s waist, and they feel really nice there

and her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing him, and it’s all kinds of wild to be kissing his best friend but it also makes him realize “oh shit ive been wanting this for a while huh”

theme: dumbass

and honestly, things come way more naturally than he was expecting

that is, until he realizes how far his hands have slid up her sides, so much closer to her chest than he intended

and that panic starts rising again, his heart racing, and he just sort of keeps his hands still there, then begins inching them slightly closer to her breasts

eventually she begins kissing down his neck and teases him a bit like “so are you gonna touch my tits or what?”

and mike is very happy to have permission

soon their shirts come off and they’re stumbling to max’s room

and suddenly they’re both in her bed in nothing but their underwear, and mike cant help but realize how beautiful she is, how happy she makes him, how she makes him feel all warm and giddy

but also as she unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, she makes him really fucking hard, so he focuses on that, bc that’s a lot less complicated

her tits looks so soft, and her nipples are the prettiest rosy pink color he’s ever seen

he’s nervous as he kisses down her chest, but the sounds she makes when he runs the tip of his tongue lightly, experimentally over her sensitive skin encourages him

and god, sucking her into his mouth for the first time is like a religious experience

meanwhile max is having a similar crisis/epiphany

bc like, mikes always been cute, but now his dark eyelashes are fanned across his pink, freckled cheeks, and his hairs a little messy from her fingers running through it, and he’s sucking on her tits like he was born for it, and she’s kind of overwhelmed by how much she’s enjoying this, how good it feels, and especially by how fucking beautiful he looks

she runs her hands over his skin, and it’s so soft and warm

and his back is curved so nicely…

god, this was a mistake, she can’t only do this once, now that she’s seen him like this she wants to see him like this all the fucking time, she can already feel how desperately she’ll be longing for it once it’s over

but for now she enjoys it, tells him to be gentler or go harder, tells him how to swirl his tongue over her tits, just barely touching her, which has her getting wetter and wetter

at one point she grabs his hair and bucks her hips up into his, and they’re both still for a second before mike kisses her again, even more desperately than before

and max doesn’t need to teach him anything about this; the way he sucks her lower lip between his teeth and teases his tongue over her own has her steadily rocking her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh

mike nearly comes right then and there when max moans his name

he takes it as a cue to kiss down her stomach

and he fucking looks up at her for permission with his hands so gently on her hips before taking her panties off and wowowow her heart is doing all kinds of flips

and mike doesn’t know what he’s expecting to feel when max spreads her legs, but what he ends up feeling is just pure awe

like he sees the fucking light lmao

and max thinks he’s just so fucking cute but also like she’s fucking desperate to feel his tongue on her

and some sort of electricity sparks through both of them once his mouth is on her, and she guides him through it, stroking his hair all the while

honestly… she kinda gets off on telling him what to do

like she has to tell herself to calm down lmao bc like the prettiest fucking guy has his head between her thighs and keeps looking up at her and he fucking wants her to order him around like that’s lowkey the point of this so she has to be like “okay chillchillchill don’t start domming him rn that’s not the goal here”

little does she know mike likes it too

like every time she pulls his hair to guide him up or down or harder or softer he can’t help but grind against the mattress bc he is so fucking into that

eventually she tells him to slide a finger into her, and she’d noticed before how long his fingers are, but wow they reach so fucking deep and she was not prepared for that

she tells him to add another, and wow that feels so fucking good, and he curls his fingers just the way she tells him to, and she knows she’s not gonna last very long

and shes moaning and rambling like “fuck, fuck, yes, just like that, don’t stop, fuck don’t fucking stop”

when she comes, she comes hard, her thighs wrapping around mike’s head

and it’s super intense but tbh she’s kind of into that

when she opens her eyes mike is all starry eyed, and his lips are all swollen and the entire bottom half of his face is glistening and this motherfucker has the audacity to look at her with his stupid sparkly brown eyes while she’s still fucking catching her breath and ask “was that good?”

max just pulls him into a kiss and strokes his hair

she also needs to get her mouth on his cock

he happily helps her get his boxers off, and neither of them mention that this was just supposed to be about him learning how to eat pussy

max is not ready for the realization that mike is genuinely a solid 8 or 9 inches

like she actually goes “what the fuck your cock is fucking huge”

and mike b l u s h e s at that, and max’s mouth is on him in like 0.2 seconds

the second he moans max knows that sounds gonna be on loop in her head for at least the next few days

he comes super quickly, and his o-face is the hottest thing max has ever seen

mikes embarrassed, but the way max swallows him down is so fucking hot, and she kisses him all over after he comes

somehow they silently agree to cuddle for a bit before showering together

they order pizza, and things seem normal but they both lie wide awake that night once they’re alone in their own beds

neither of them can stop thinking about it

they do it again a few days later

and mike looks so fucking gorgeous and hes all like “does that feel good?” and max can’t help but let him know how bad she wants to sit on his face

mike is SO down

she grips his hair and rides his tongue hard until she’s coming on top of him

…and then they keep going until she comes two more times

later that week mike feels kind of weird when he buys condoms on a whim, but it turns out to be a good thing, bc the third time they hook up max can’t help but tell him in the hottest voice he’s ever heard how badly she wants his cock inside of her

and tbh, while she’s wet as fuck for him, it takes a while of opening her up for her to be ready to take his cock

it’s so worth it once he’s inside of her tho

she guides him through fucking her, but they both kind of know he doesn’t really need it, this is coming so naturally to both of them

so it quickly turns into her more telling him what to do just because they both find it super hot

“fuck, baby, fuck me harder, fuck yes, just like that, that’s it baby, fuck it’s so good you’re such a good boy for me”

the phrase “good boy” rings in both of their ears and makes mike come immediately

“so… you’re into that then?”

“uh, yeah. you?”

“fuck yes.”

they never realized how sexually compatible they would be

like they both come at least three times the first time max is on top, they’re v v into all the same stuff (and each other)

then eventually they get their shit together and realize they’re in love!! so then they get to sprinkle “i love you"s throughout their dirty talk!! and they cuddle and kiss all the time!! it’s so great!!

okay thank you for coming to my dom!max/sub!mike ted talk lol

#madwheeler #notsfw

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let-sanji-say-fuck · 5 years

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yay new blog! Okay how about some hcs of Law, Killer, Smoker, and X Drake getting flustered/blushy/hot and bothered (that sort of thing) from a female crush (who is unaware of their feelings)? some NSFW is fine too

Sorry for the delay! I hope this good share of sin was worth the waiting, huhuhu~!

Warnings: slight smut, these boys will need to relieve stress somehow after what their cute crushes got in store for them, hmm?

Trafalgar Law

When it comes to Law, no amount of exposed skin can beat a clever mouth. This goes from nerdy ramblings on several science fields (the guy is very knowledgable) to witty, ingenious comebacks; Law loves to hear all of it. Why am I saying this? Easy. Tease him. He can’t help feeling a great amount of satisfaction when someone returns his teasing. Bring on the sassy s/o for this man!

More than a blush, his crush is going to bring a very passionate streak of remarks out of this man. His smirk grows a little larger with every step on their weird conversation, and his eyes start to get this mischievous, crazy glint in them that makes him look quite intimidating, more so than usual. And the smirk that she’s returning turns him on, not that he’ll ever make it obvious.

It’s honestly all in the voice. The words might not even be referring to anything remotely sexual, but the way her voice drops into a sultry, suggestive tone when she teases him really does it for him. He likes a hoarse voice full of promises, and thank god he’s so proud of his self-restraint, otherwise she wouldn’t be just his “crush” anymore.

Funnily enough, the sexual tension in the air is easily noticeable, but not only for Law or his crush, but for the rest of the crew. The one way to stop Law before he pins her against the wall is hearing one of his closest subordinates yell something along the lines of “go get a room”. Now, this does get a flustered reaction out of him, and he’s immediately thrown off, mood shattered.

Law embarrassment can be summed up in one action: the rim of his hat being pulled over his face beyond its flexibility limit. This man is just so embarrassed when someone actually suggests some spice. The thoughts of doing just that become so much clearer, and he can only storm off, seeking to blow off some steam.

This man likes perseverance in his crush, so when she comes back to purposedly heat him up after an interrupted session, he can’t help but take it as the ultimate sign from above. She knocked on his door, possibly knowing fully well what he was beating, only to resume a wit battle? Well, he’s going to make sure she finishes what she had coming (and pray for her if he didn’t get to come, because their first time is going to be rough).

Killer

Really level-headed about everything, so he doesn’t usually let a beautiful woman knock him off his feet (since that’s usually Kid’s job… just saying). If he’s got to be seduced by anyone, it has to be someone who earns it through finding a spot into his heart, no matter how hard it is. When he starts to fall for this girl, boy, he knows he’s screwed.

She can make him blush very easily, not that anyone ever notices. Killer kind of can play it cool like a boss because no one can see how red his face got… except he also starts to vibrate. When he feels like a volcano on the verge of erupting (both from the heat and the erratic trembles) he knows that it’s time to peace out.

Lips are his utmost weakness. I dare say Killer’s kissing experience ranges from little to zero, he can’t help but crave a couple of soft lips against his own sometimes! He mentally scolds himself when he finds his eyes trailing towards her pair, but he just loves everything about them, from smiles to pouts, from lip licking to biting. God save him after he sees any of these, he needs a cold shower.

One day he notices that her lips are a bit cracked from the heat and offers to apply some of his lipstick on them. I’d say it worsened after he started using that helmet, but he’s always had a bad case of dry lips, so his lipstick serves as lip balm as well. He knew he had lost when his figers touched her plump lips, he’s so ready to either explode or make her explode.

The touch seemed to affect them both equally because somehow she ends up in his private quarters, bouncing on his lap while her lips reach for everything she can press them to, but only when he’s not holding her face in one hand and using his other one to press his thumb against her lips, smearing the lipstick and making an absolute mess of red and saliva (perhaps something else later in time, if he’s lucky…).

He’s going to start disappearing often with his now s/o since she started using the same lipstick as him. The sight of those glistening, deep red lips are the go-to way to catch his attention, it never fails. He decides to tune this kink down a little after the first few times he forgot to clean his helmet from the red marks and gave Kid one hell of a good time teasing him.

Smoker

Smoker enjoys being praised, but he’s going to react in a very harsh way about it. He doesn’t mean bad, he’s just really really terrible at taking compliments graciously. Subtle words of acknowledgement, he will be very receptive of, though. And also concern. This man is so taken aback if his crush tells him that she’s worried about him, he might even blush a little! (Smokes his way out of it though).

He’s also reluctant to admit this, but whenever his crush does something cute his heart melts a little and he finds out that he loves her a little more. He knows he’s a big guy, and the contrast between big and intimidating and sweet and cute really appeals to him. In the bedroom, however, he’d rather she wasn’t all cute and cringeworthy, please. There’s a time for everything.

It’s very hard to get Smoker horny, it takes a lot of work, trust… and a pretty, round butt. He denies it with all he got because he’s a professional, but he has actually lost count of all the times he has stared at his crush’s booty. It’s only hers that mesmerizes him, which bothers him a lot because it wasn’t his intention to grow a crush on anyone in the first place.

He’s had his fair share of fantasies featuring her ass and, honestly, just her, wholly. He’s a big cloud of stress, this man, and masturbates a lot, whenever free time allows, that’s it. This is mainly why there’s nothing she can do to drive him up a wall. Until she does. Not often, but she manages.

He likes some bold action! His crush is going to have to figure out that he’s interested in having a piece of her, because the best way to turn him on is to press him against a table and suggest some good time happening. Either that, or she has to be incredibly flirty, not mind the fact that he’s an intimidating brick wall of a man and, well, you got a delicious coincidence because, as it turns out, her flirting works wonders on him.

Like that night she came out of the room she shared with Tashigi in nothing more than a very tight pair of sleeping shorts that ended a little too high on her ass cheeks, and an impossibly thin tank top; he had her pretty little mouth moaning hotly against the nearest wall of the emptiest corridor they could find while Tashigi wondered how it could take anyone so long to get a glass of milk.

Diez Drake

The reason why he’s barely ever seen around his crush, unless the situation urgently calls for it, is because there’s no way he’s saving himself from making an embarrassingly blushy fool out of himself. He’s so obvious when he’s crushing on someone that it’s impossible to be completely unaware of his feelings. Needless to say, making him go flustered is awfully easy.

He hates summer islands because, most of the times they dock at one, they mean one, dreaded thing: beach time. Meaning, lots of skin revealed. Drake might have a hard time dealing with women’s bodies, but he honestly forgets all about any other girls when he sees his crush in such little clothing. He’s lucky if he doesn’t pass out right away.

Most times he’s going to spend the whole time inside of his cabin trying to shake the image from his brain (actually, shake something to the image) or just somewhere under a palm tree, seeking some shade to regulate his body temperature (perks of being a dino) and trying to fake an asleep façade because he’s not ready to interact with his crush. Also, he’s going to suffer in his tight leather pants because there’s no way he’s going to let anyone notice that he got a boner, and swimming trunks do just that.

Drake quickly finds out that he can’t take his eyes off her completely, not when she’s applying the sunscreen and she’s making such a show out of not being able to reach her back. He just wants to dig a hole in the sand and bury himself in it when she returns the stare and starts to crawl in his direction, and his soul just leaves his body, thankfully along with all the dirty thoughts, when she asks for his help.

He can’t look at her body when he’s spreading the cream across her back, not when he can only focus on the pain that comes with every throb of his erection. God help him, her skin is just so warm and smooth, and he only realizes that he’s touching the most sensitive spots on her back when she moans quietly, a couple of times.

His fantasy would want it that he took her back to the ship to keep listening to those sweet sounds the more he touched her, but that’s going to be pretty much impossible, considering that he’s dead on the sand in 0.2 seconds. Next chance to act on his desire might finally come, but his crush will have to remember to be extra gentle with him! He also got a nasty sunburn, he was too heavy to move along with the shade…

#Trafalgar Law #Killer #Smoker #Diez Drake #Female Pronouns #Slight Smut #Headcanons #thenotsofantasticlifestory

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Phantom Pain (14)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF.

DESCRIPTION - Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom. Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Fourteen - Phantom Hiding

“Ok, today's training is easy. We’re playing a game, Find the phantom.” Steve said simply, grinning in excitement.

“No using Friday to find her for you.” He added before Tony could finish opening his mouth.

“So we’re playing Hide and Seek? With a literal invisible woman?” Clint checked.

“Ten points for anyone who successfully finds her, twenty if you manage to touch her, fifty if you capture her.” Steve said.

“If anyone manages to capture me I’ll buy them dinner.” You chuckled derisively.

They all looked around warily, trying to figure out where your voice had come from.

“Alright, one your marks... get set... go!” Steve called and everyone scattered, looking for you.

You stifled a giggle and walked through the wall. As soon as you were clear you ran for Tony’s workshop, and phased straight inside an Iron Suit. It was only after you were inside your brain caught up to the fact you’d ran straight past somebody.

“How did you beat me up here?” You demanded, popping your head out of the suit.

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out where you were going to hide, you love winding Tony up.” Bucky said, smirking at you.

“Fine, take me in.” You sighed, phasing out of the suit and surrendering.

“No need Domniţă, if nobody else finds you I still win by thirty points.” He said, winking consiprationally at you.

“You need to touch me to get the full thirty.” You pointed out.

Bucky leaned in until there was less than a centimetre between your bodies. He ran his hand along the bare skin of your arm, not touching but so close he made all the little hairs stand up.

“Nobody else touches you, am I clear?” He said lowly.

You nodded slowly, like you were in a trance.

“Good girl.” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You closed your eyes and savoured the sensation, opening them to find him gone. You sighed wistfully and stepped back inside the suit, determined to keep your word and not let anyone else get a hold of you.

Three Hours Later

“Miss King, Captain Rogers asked me to inform you that they give up.”

“Where the hell were you?” Sam demanded when you strolled into the common room.

You laughed out loud.

“I haven’t even been invisible or intangible for the three hours. I was taking a nap.” You told them.

“WHERE? We looked everywhere.” Steve insisted.

“I was in one of the Iron Suits. They’re surprisingly comfortable.” You laughed, cackling at the put out and betrayed expression on Tony’s face.

“You were in my suit? My suit? Really? My suit?” He wailed.

“Did anyone find you?” Steve asked.

“Friday?” You said smugly, grinning at Bucky.

“Sargent Barnes found and touched The Phantom, earning thirty points.” She informed everyone.

There were a chorus of cheers and boos that you ignored as Bucky winked at you from across the room.

“Uh, I have to go take care of work stuff. Excuse me.” You stammered, practically running out of the room in your haste to escape.

When Bucky had winked at you, your stomach had done a little somersault and you didn’t like that. Physical attraction was fine, it was good and when it came to Bucky Barnes, it was expected. You’d known he was gorgeous from the second you’d seen his picture and meeting him in person had only made you salivate that much more.

Yes, Bucky Barnes was as sexy as sin but he was also charming, caring, sweet, protective, thoughtful and funny. Your body’s response to him was no longer limited to arousal, it was emotional longing.

“Are you alright? I could feel your panic.” Wanda said, rushing down the corridor after you.

“Oh, no you aren’t.” She said, answering her own question.

“No, I’m not.” You agreed flatly.

“Why are you so angry? What’s happened?” She asked, concern flooding her features.

You were angry, you were practically shaking with rage. Anger at your father, and at yourself. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and tried to explain it to her.

“When I was four I jumped off a wall in the swingpark and cut my knee open. It was barely a scratch but my dad carried me all the way home, singing ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’ to distract me from the pain.” You said, smiling wistfully.

“Your father did that?” She asked, smiling at the thought for a brief second before she remembered what a bastard Alexander King was.

“Yeah. When I was seven he taught me how to ride a horse because like all little girls, I wanted a pony. He insisted that if I had one, I had to learn to look after it properly because it was a living thing and not a toy. He made me muck horse stalls every day.” You laughed.

“That sounds awful.”

“It was. And it was one of the best lessons I ever learned. That Christmas I came downstairs on Christmas morning and found my mothers corpse under the tree. Burglary gone wrong. They caught the guy, he’s in jail. But my dad shut down after that. After the funeral I don’t think we were ever even in the same room alone.”

Wanda realised where you were going with the trip down memory lane.

“This isn’t just about his escape is it?” She asked softly.

“Losing the love of his life changed him, it destroyed him. And because he was so broken, he destroyed so many other lives. Love is dangerous and stupid and I consider it my moral obligation to never fall in love. I’m not good at caring about people and it’s his fault and it’s just one more thing he’s done to piss me off.” You said.

“Is there someone you wish you could care for?” She asked.

You hesitated before you nodded and thankfully she didn’t press you for a name.

“I had a brother, a twin. His name was Pietro and when he died it was like a piece of me died as well. I feel that pain every day and I carry it with me everywhere I go. It was difficult, learning to be a person on my own when I was always one of two but I manage, with help.”

“Wanda I’m sorry.” You said, moving over and tentatively offering her a hug which she accepted.

“Your fathers pain doesn’t excuse the things he’s done. Loss does not give anyone a pass to be evil or hurtful and love is not a weapon.” She said softly, burying her head in your shoulder.

You wished you believed her.

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It took Tony 0.2 seconds to realise you were in a bad mood. It took him 0.3 seconds to figure out the best way to snap you out of it.

“Are you sure you wanna do this princess?” Tony challenged, ignoring Steve who walked into the lab with a look of trepadition.

You and Tony were stood in the middle of the lab, facing off against one another.

“I’m just her type, an egocentric, superhero billionaire with daddy issues. Bonus, I’m the younger model. Less mileage on me.” You said, waving at the befuddled Captain.

“False. I’m older but you’re sluttier.” Tony accused.

“Stark!” Steve snapped, glaring furiously at Tony.

“Cap you called her a manipulative snake yesterday.” Tony pointed out, waving Steve off.

“Not gonna lie, I’m a little bit turned on by that.” You said, winking at Steve who went the brightest shade of red you’d ever seen on a human being.

“There she is, Pepper! You would leave Tony for me right?” You asked her as she strode in.

“I can have the divorce papers drawn up within the hour if you’re offering.” Pepper said without missing a beat.

Tony made an undignified squeak and you double fist pumped the air.

“Pay up Snark!”

“What did you lose?” Pepper asked.

“The red custom lambo.” He grumbled.

“I’m gonna have it repainted.... blue.” You purred.

“You monster!”

“You have nobody but yourself to blame, you made a bet with the Betmaster.”

“The what?” Steve asked, bemused.

“That’s it, I’m taking your stupid title away. I challenge you to.... A bet war!” Tony said dramatically.

You gasped loudly and sat up to give him your full attention.

“I’m in. For the title.” You said

“Rules. We will take it in turns to offer up a bet. If you refuse or fail to complete your bet within one hour, you lose.” Tony decided and held out his hand.

“Agreed, let the games begin.” You said, shaking his hand.

“What just happened?” Steve whispered to Pepper.

“It just became a very long day.” She answered, sighing in resigned exasparation.

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minichedders · 5 years

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lion and the lioness 0.2

mobster!tom holland x reader

Weeks after your fathers gala and toms face couldn't leave your vision. You were plagued by his beauty, all day and all night, you felt as if you would burst if you didnt see him again, but at the same time, anger raged up inside of you about his cocky attitude. What a fucking dick.

You had spent most of the week reading books, most of the romance variety, picturing yourself and Thomas in the protagonist's place. You also went shopping and found yourself buying clothes that you thought Tom would like, and decor that he would approve of. You thought you were going mad, but when you began ranting and gushing about Tom to one of your maids, she laughed with you and simply said that you were young and in love.

You just thought she was crazy.

You didnt know Tom, you didnt love him. You had never felt this way about anyone else, but you were certain it wasn't love, that didnt make any sense. From what you heard, Tom was unlovable, cold and hard like stone, but the image of his soft brown eyes graved themselves into your memory, and you melted every time.

You knew that your father was working with the Hollands, organizing some sort of truce, to join families and grow business, becoming the top Mafia in London. Though you didnt care much, just as long as it meant that Tom was invited to more parties and dinners.

Which brought you to tonight, Sunday dinner. Noah had informed you earlier that Dominic and Tom were joining us. The butterflies that arose in your chest where flying high and the idea of sitting with Tom for an entire evening melted your heart, even though you knew his cocky attitude would piss you off before he walked through the door. You figured you liked the thought of him more than his actual being. But who could blame you?

Dinner time had arrived, and Dominic and Tom were already here, seated inside the grand dining room; toms leg was shaking, anxious to see you again. You were making a late and dramatic arrival, just to capture the attention of Tom, and frustrate him even further. You wore a black, wrap dress, patterns with pink flowers, wrapped tight around your chest and sinking the fabric into your waist, allowing the leg split to flow to its full potential, showing off your simple black heels. You were already certain that Tom loved dresses, and it wasn't like he had a bad sense of fashion either, he always looked respectful and smart.

You walked through the dining room doors, your hair falling behind your shoulders as you walked to your father, who sat in the high chair at the top of the table, with Dominic and Noah next to him, leaving you a space between Tom and Noah. Perfect. You greeted your father and placed a small kiss to his cheek, and the same with Noah as you sat down.

“Hope i didnt interrupt something too important, you bys always talk about boring business stuff,” You said, placing your elbows against the table, holding your chin by the back of your hand as you tried to look as innocent as possible.

“Of course not darling,” You father spoke, taking quick action before Dominic responded. he wanted to keep the truce away from you for as long as possible.

During dinner, you mostly listened to the boys talk nonsense, drinking whiskey and gobbling on the food. Yourself and Tom where quiet, sneaking glances at each other every so often. You felt ridiculous, you weren't a high school teenager.

“How are you, Thomas?” Yoaskeded, turning your attention to him as the other men where to focus talking about the other crime family territories. Your eyes locked together, and once again you were blown away by the softness of his brown eyes, although now they looked darker, more focused on you than he had been other times.

“Fine, darling. having you sitting next to me helps,” He smirked, that same old shit-eating grin slapped across his face as you rolled your eyes, but you found yourself smiling back.

“You're a damned flirt, Holland,”

“Can you blame me? You kill me in those dresses you know, your more dangerous than any bullet i could have lodged deep in my skin,” Tom spoke, his hands itching to touch you, even just to hold you for a brief second. Tom felt insane, crazed by the thought of you.

“Gee how romantic,” You snarkily replied. In your head, scenarios where playing out about dinner, how Toms wondering hand could easily touch you underneath the table without the acknowledgement of the other men, or how you felt the urge to climb into his arms, kiss his lips and beat your aggression out on him. But none of it happened, instead, you could only feel the awkward atmosphere that radiated the room, despite the loud chat, and you feel anxious that the awkward subject involved you

You sighed deeply, groaning to yourself, sitting on one of the lounge chairs across the balcony, reading a new book as the summer sun glowed against your exposed skin. Your mind was racing and too distracted to focus on the printed words, and instead, your eyes focused on the long driveway. Just like you had dreamed, a sleek black range over made its way through the entrance gates, driving slowly down the long gravelled driveway, You stood from your seat, resting your palms against the concrete railing, watching through your darkened, overall shades, you stood on your tip toes, leaning against the concrete to get the best view.

Tom was watching you as soon as he saw you through the gates, your body resting, relaxed and glowing, compared to the visible tenseness during your meeting at the Gala. You wore a light teal blue sundress, with a square neck and thin straps, backless and tight, your legs wrapped in a black pair of laced up heels, wrapping around your calves, making Tom think about his fingers curling around your legs also.

As soon as You saw Toms figure step out of the vehicle, you squealed and hide back into your room, having a debate with yourself whether you should go down or not. You fought against all rationale your brain was shouting at you and followed the aching pang in your heart to literally leap into his arms. You heal clicked against the white marble tiles, racing down the hallway as you reached the staircase; locking eyes with Tom straight away as you froze. You took your time to gracefully drag yourself down the steps, watching Tom watch you, study you, admire you, as you got closer with each tantalizing step. When you reached him, you forgot about his father who stood beside him, watching the two of you discreetly, it was just you and Tom.

"Holland," You spoke first, standing face to face with the man you had been dreaming of for the last week.

"Y/L/N," He replied, feeling much the same.

"Ahh, Dom there you are and Tom, so nice to see you again," You father walked in, shaking hands with Dom and Tom, breaking your eye contact, only to be analysed by your father.

"Now, Dom, let's go to the office together, Y/N you can give Tom a tour of the garden yes?" Your father said, and before either of you could protest, both of your fathers rushed of whispering to one another and laughing. Suddenly, you had lost all your confidence as you were left with Tom, alone.

"You look stunning," Tom said, watching you as your gaze fell to the floor. "Have you thought of a compliment for me yet, since I'm always showering you in them, darling," Tom asked, moving closer and taking your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss to your soft skin. Your eyes fluttered at the contact, and your knees nearly buckled, not going unnoticed by Tom.

"Not any that wouldn't offend your ego," You snapped back, pulling your hand from his. You turned around and began walking to the garden, looking behind you and motioning him to follow.

The two of you wondered the garden in silence, your palms open and fingers wondering, hoping that Tom would catch on and hold your hand. When he was silent, you thought he was perfect, but when he opened his mouth and let slip some cocky, asshole comment, you literally shut down and your insides rolled.

You reached the white concrete pavilion at the end of the garden, with two large couches, a fire pit and a bar, with green ivy and lights wrapped around the decor. You sat on one couch, facing Tom as he watched your body move, sitting gracefully on the white cushions. His body swayed as he sat beside you, both of you facing the other as you continued to stare intently into each other's eyes.

"You literally take my breath away Y/N," Tom whispered, his breath and body heat hitting you fiercely. You didnt respond, as usual, but instead moved closer, wondering your eyes down to his lips, your heart was crying out at you to just climb on him, but you felt like you were out of your body, not present and instead of enduring another daydream.

"You not so bad yourself Holland," You replied, ignoring the fact that you had complimented him, which only made him smile more, and lean into you, capturing your lips with his. You felt as if your stomach was enduring fireworks night, as your skin lit up and you ached for more, but before you could, his lips left yours, leaving you cold and sad.

"Tell me about what you do," You said, grabbing his hands and bringing them to your lap, your thumb rubbing over the rough, bruised skin of his knuckles, "please," You begged.

"I'm not proud of it you know, i have a ruthless reputation, ut i promise I am only like that with business, never would i ever treat you wrong. I would treasure you to the ends of the earth," Tom said, although you didnt get the answer you wanted, it wasn't half bad you thought.

"I don't need treasuring by you," You said, your words were harsh, but your tine was quiet, and you still latched your hands together as your eyes focused on the intricate veins of his hands.

"You are clueless aren't you?" Tom said, at first you felt offended, but when you looked into his eyes, you only saw sorrow and regret.

"What do you mean?" You dropped your hands, letting go of his in the meantime, now scooting back, afraid of not knowing what was going on.

"The truce, between our families. You don't know the terms do you?" Your brain was going fuzzy, neither your father or brother had mentioned anything to you, in fact, you had hardly spoken to them in the last week or so. You shook your head instead of replying, knowing that your voice was no doubt shaking as bad as your nerves.

"You are the truce Y/N. We're getting married."

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myrakhannyu · 4 years

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WEEK 1 - 2

Syllabus

Research on Water Contamination and ways to prevent it. Research Materials - Get in touch with Foli.

Progress:

Spoke to Foli and there are two priorities:

Temporary and/or Permanent covering for the well to prevent contamination and pollution.

Collection of rainwater for future use.

The idea that we discussed was to create a funnel through which water can be collected in a cistern. Foli initially preferred Aluminium and bamboo in the making of the funnel but after research on materials I came to realise how Aluminium might not be the safest way to transport water and pose a health risk.

Week 3- Week 4

Research on additional materials.

Progress:

Researched a number of techniques that are used to filter water without electricity or expensive filtration systems.

Number of options found:

Bamboo Charcoal - this is created through heating bamboo and creating a charcoal of the plant, which when placed in water is able to absorb most of the bacteria in the water. This is extremely helpful and sustainable for a place like NDOR eco village.

Second option was the inside gel of a cactus plant which can be put inside the contaminated water and once boiled is able to absorb most of the bacteria. The only problem with this is you need cactus plants for this and they are not natives to the region.

Last method I thought would be a good match for the village was clay pots. Clay pots have perforations of about 0.2 ml in them so once water is poured in them, it slowly starts to leak from the bottom. The water that leakes is clean from almost any bacteria and is healthy and drinkable for infants and adults.

I have decided to do a combination of both points 1 and 3. I will create a funnel which will be attached to an underground cistern. In the underground cistern I will place bamboo charcoal to first put the water through initial filtration.

Secondly, whatever water is extracted from the cistern for drinking use will go through pots into a plastic/or any other material container they have present.

Polycarbonate corrugated roofing - Foli needs me to use.

Week 5 - Week 7

Collect water and start testing.

Method:

Bamboo charcoal, you’ve heard of it, you’ve heard of the great things it can do. But really, does it work? I think so. I’m not 100% sure, but I allowed several people to try my “bamboo water” and tea brewed with it alongside normal Chicago tap water and the results were positive. I have no scientific evidence, and I don’t need any – I like it, it tastes good, and I’m going to use it — and that’s enough for me (want technical? read this).

If you are interested in making bamboo charcoal, Pyro Energen has put together this pretty neat guide to making your own at home, with bamboo chopsticks at that!: http://www.pyroenergen.com/articles/how-to-make-bamboo-charcoal.htm

The idea behind bamboo charcoal, and any charcoal for that matter is the fact that it is extremely porous and will absorb impurities in water. It really isn’t “filtering” water if you set a stick in the water, in order to filter the water, the water must pass through granulated charcoal or some other medium (this is how Brita filters work).

Once you have obtained bamboo charcoal, follow these steps:

Sterilize the bamboo charcoal by boiling it for 10 minutes in water.

Allow the charcoal to dry for 24 hours.

Soak it in your tea water for 24 hours, then use the water to brew tea.

After about a month or so, reboil the charcoal, dry it, then use it again.

How Foli can do this on his own:

How to Make Bamboo Charcoal in a Simple Way

This time, a small part of the bamboo branch will be used instead for charcoal making.

Materials to prepare:

Few sticks of dried bamboo branch

Aluminum foil

Spirit (alcohol) lamp

Bamboo charcoal procedures:

Wrap the small bamboo branches with aluminum foil as seen below.

Probably, wrap the bamboo several times with aluminum foil to seal and protect it (air intact).

You can use an ice pick to make a tiny hole to the wrapped aluminum foil, to prevent it from bursting when the trapped air in it is expanded by the heat.

Bamboo Charcoal

Place a wire mesh on top of the spirit lamp and position the aluminum-wrapped bamboo on top of it.

Light up the lamp, this is done to dry the bamboo inside the foil. White smoke will come out from the tiny hole, and will turn to yellow. This might produce an unpleasant smell, so you will need to open your windows or do it outdoors.

Bamboo Charcoal

When the color of aluminum foil turns yellow, it means the job is done. The yellowish color is caused by the bamboo tar. Do not open the aluminum foil until it's cooled. Heat can break the charcoal easily.

Another Simple Way in Making Bamboo Charcoal

Bamboo Charcoal 1

Prepare an aluminum foil and a few bamboo sticks (I used bamboo chopsticks).

Bamboo Charcoal 2

Bamboo sticks, aluminum foil, wire mesh, and stove are the only thing you need.

Bamboo Charcoal 3

Wrap the bamboo sticks with aluminum foil. Make sure the wrapping has no holes.

Bamboo Charcoal 4

At the end of the wrapping, make a small hole. This is to let the accumulated gas to escape and not to blast.

Bamboo Charcoal 5

Place the wire mesh on the gas stove. Place the bamboo sticks on top of it.

Bamboo Charcoal 6

First, put up a small and weak flame. Soon, white steam-like gases will come out. Increase the flame after few minutes (steam will turn bluish). If it turns into a whitish smoke, then turn off the gas stove.

Bamboo Charcoal 7

Sink the aluminum foil into a water basin for few minutes.

Bamboo Charcoal 8

Now, open the aluminum foil and you'll see hard bamboo charcoals.

Hard and good charcoals do not make your hands dirty black.

Soft charcoals are caused by oxygen present during processing. These are poor charcoals and we can't use them for our purposes.

Another Procedure in Making Bamboo Charcoal

Bamboo carbonization can be divided into four stages according to temperature and products situation in a kiln.

First stage drying: the temperature is below 120°C and the speed of carbonization is slow. Heat is used to evaporate the water in bamboo, and the chemical composition of the bamboo is still intact.

Second stage precarbonization: the temperature is in the range of 120°C to 260°C and there is a distinct chemical reaction in bamboo. The unstable chemical compounds begin to decompose and carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide are released.

Third stage carbonization: the temperature is in the range of 260°C to 450°C, and the bamboo is decomposed into liquid and gas products. Liquid products contain much acetic acid, methanol and bamboo tar. Flammable methane and ethylene in gas products are increasing while carbon dioxide production is reduced.

Fourth stage calcinations (refining stage): the temperature is over 450°C. The bamboo becomes charcoal by providing a mass of heat, emitting the volatile substances and to enhance nonvolatile carbon. Based on the temperature in this stage, the bamboo charcoal can be divided into three groups (low-temperature, middle-temperature and high-temperature charcoal). The quality and properties of bamboo charcoal differs with different temperatures during the refining stage.

Lastly the bamboo is left to cool down and depending on the weather; this process may take from five to eight days in big volume.

During the above process, you can extract alcohol, tar, vinegar, medicinal liquid (water form), and many other products. Products from bamboo charcoal have countless uses - from skin diseases, allergies, influenza, heart diseases, stomachaches, insecticides, pesticides, germicides, bactericides, deodorants, disinfectants, gardening, cosmetics, cooking, washing, and hundreds of others.

Start small prototype - testing

Week 8

Necessary changes / revisions

Week 9 - Week 10

Start Filteration Research

Week 11 and 12

Make initial prototype

Week 13

Texting prototype / water testing

Week 14

Revisions/feedback

Project Assessment and next steps:

As with any project, the best way to test the success of your design and to ensure it works is through physically visiting the actual site, so my hope is to get the opportunity to actually go visit and test out the design on site and make necessary changes if required. Through the feedback that Foli provides I would like to continue to finesse the design till it works flawlessly for their system. I would also hope to continue to expand on the LifeStraw concept ,if it works for the Ndor Eco-Village and create bigger products that last longer for families in need of drinkable water.

Research on Water Contamination and ways to prevent it. Research Materials - Get in touch with Foli.

Progress:

Spoke to Foli and there are two priorities:

Temporary and/or Permanent covering for the well to prevent contamination and pollution.

Collection of rainwater for future use.

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