Intoxicating P.2 | S.r

intoxicating p.2 | s.r

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word count: 4.3k

warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy?, nothing too crazy guys. but i can definitely make some kinkier stuff if you’d like *muah*

mdni por favor

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part 1 here / aaron version here

A small part of you couldn't believe it had worked. Chewing on the bottom of your lip, your body not halting its movements as the song continued on playing. You swore on everything that you could hear your heartbeat pounding, as you made eye contact with the guy who had clouded a good chunk of your mind all night.

The smallest chuckle left Derek's lips, as he pressed a longer than necessary kiss on your cheek. Detangling from your body, clapping the brunette's shoulder as he took his current spot. The nervous man wrapped his arms around you like he was scared you would regret it as soon as it came, your hands running up his chest and to the back of his neck a small smile on your lips.

"I didn't expect you to come over. I thought you didn't like dancing," You whispered against the cusp of his ear, his grip on you tightening his mind getting lost in the sensation of your sweaty body against his. He seemed at a loss for words her giggling against his neck driving him insane. Before he could utter any words the girl pressed a soft kiss against his neck instant goosebumps appearing on the visible skin she could see. "Morgan and I had just barely started-"

"I couldn't watch the either of you anymore," Spencer mumbled against you, your small kiss still sending waves of shock throughout his overwhelmed body. "I-I couldn't bear the thought of another man being as close to you as he was... my mind just kept telling me that it should have been me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, tightening your hold around his neck pulling him closer. "You could have just asked,"

Fuck. Every ounce of your body was trying to stop itself from pouncing on the glossy eyed agent.

His eyes were blown wide open, his hands trying to memorize every inch of your body. His touch leaving a trail of chills, your lips parted open. The strobes of light flickering across your face lighting your face up in a delicious manner, not wanting to blink and break eye contact.

The alcohol was doing all of the work now, leaning to press an open mouthed kiss on his neck. Spencer hissed at the sensation, his head thrown back as he allowed your mouth to decorate his neck in your sparkly gloss. Your sober self was screaming at you to get it together, your fellow co-workers most definitely watching as you made a mess out of the younger boy.

"Please. I need to kiss you."

Before you could react, Spencer had cupped your face in his much larger hands and crashed his lips into yours.

For a split second, you had thought the music had been turned off.The ringing in your ears should have concerned you but you paid no mind.

The sensation of Spencer's lips on yours all your mind could focus on.

Your hands quickly found his hair, entwining your fingers into his chestnut locks. Spencer's hips instinctively found yours, grinding against you out of force of habit. A groan leaving both of your lips. A small part of you hadn't known Spencer would be this intense of a kisser but he poured every ounce of his being into this kiss. Like he was speaking with his actions. His mouth moved against yours like he was being starved from your touch, allowing your tongue to part his mouth as he moaned against your lips. His chest was growing heavy from the lack of air, but he didn't care.

His body just wanted more. More of you. And damn, he couldn't get enough.

"Spence," mumbling against his now swollen lips, trying to pull away so you could breath. But the brunette had already moved his kisses down to your neck, soft moans leaving your lips. The sensation of someone burning a whole onto your head made your eyes flicker up to where you knew you would find the harsh gaze of Aaron Hotchner.

What a sinful sight.

Your glazed eyes making eye contact with him as the brunette coated every inch of your body he could see with his lips.

Straight out of a nightmare.

Knowing the girl he was pinning after was being pinned against a wall by his friend.

Hotch felt like every inch of his body was on fire. And not in the way you had made him feel only moments prior. He needed to leave and take the coldest shower of his life, hoping it would erase the memory of your lips interlocked with the spewing fun fact machine.

The same lips that he was close to kissing.

The same lips that were flirting with him only moments before.

And now-

Spencer had your body in a way only Hotch could imagine of having you. Every part of your body was so responsive, leaning into his touch to show him he was doing everything right. A small part of him wanted to walk over there and yank you away from his touch. He wanted to crash his lips into yours, and show the younger man exactly how to touch you. He wanted to slam you against a nearby table, and mark your body to let everyone else know that you were his.

Only his.

Not Spencers.

Not Morgans.

His.

Almost as if someone else had a hold of his body, heavy thuds ringing in his ears as he found himself making his way over to her. Your frantic hands tapped on Spencer's shoulders, his actions not faltering. His brain having turned off relying on his instincts.

"Spence- Hotch is- fuck- he's coming over."

The mention of Hotchs name made something click in his brain. Popping his lips off of your neck, proceeding to move to your abused lips. His mouth slamming against yours a small gasp leaving your mouth, using this chance to allow his tongue to enter your sweet mouth.

Jesus christ. Who the hell was this guy?

His tongue left not a single inch of your mouth untouched. His moans sounding like heaven in your mouth, not wanting to stop the boy in your hazy state. Your panties stood no chance against him. Knowing they were behind soaked at this point, clenching your legs together to create some type of friction.

"Mn- spence- stop. Please,"

"Please what sweet girl..." A moan left your moan at the sinful way he moaned your nickname, trying to push the brunette off your limbs not cooperating with what you were trying to convey.

"I think she said stop, Reid." A small shudder ran down your spine at the cold tone of the taller man. Spencer just about snapped back into reality, realizing he was doing all of these activities in front of his boss. The bespectacled boy turned around less confident than he was when he was destroying your neck, his hold on you faltering.

"Hotch, it's okay. I just needed a breath-"

"You should know when to stop, Spencer. No matter what. You of all people should know this." His curt words were slicing through the sexual tension, leaving you standing there like two kids being scolded by their parents.

Spencer ran his hand through his tousled curls, chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Your now empty hands fiddled with the metal hanging around your neck nervously, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I think this is a good time to call it a night," Your words landed on deaf ears, seeming that was the plan before Hotch had made his way over to you. "I'll go find Pen and Morgan."

Leaving Hotch and Spencer didn't seem like a smart idea at the time, but you just wanted to get out from in between them. Shaking your head at your antics, finding Penelope pretty quickly her giggly form told you she was pretty gone.

"Morgan, I think Hotch and I are ready to go. Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, let me go get pretty boy. He asked if we could take him home as well." Your heart dropped even further into your stomach, hands fiddling with one another at the thought of being stuck with them again.

You brought this on yourself.

You did this to yourself.

Fuck me and these stupid ass men.

Your drunken state made the trip between the bar and into the car a haze, the only thing you knew was that you were sandwiched in between the hottest people you have ever seen in your life. Holding your hands around your body, in fear of them going and doing something stupid again.

Hotch's intense stare was focused on the road ahead, his knuckles a stark white. He was clutching his jeans in a tight grip, trying to hide his frustration from the soft girl beside him.

What did Spencer have that he didn't?

Was is that he was young and cute?

Was it all of his fun facts that kept her wrapped around his finger?

Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her.

His subconscious was feeding him every possible scenario, believing them over and over. Before he could dig a deeper hole for himself, the sound of car doors opening snapped him out of his trance. His eyes fixating on your house, not having realized they had already arrived.

Spencer held the door open for you, his hand extended to you as you thanked him softly.

"Want me to walk you to your door?"

Yes please.

Before you could argue back, your body had already accepted his offer slipping your arm through his. Turning around to face the car, biding everyone a farewell your eyes hesitating over Hotch's. Not being able to ignore the unrecognizable emotion written all over his face.

"Morgan, you can go ahead without me. He can just spend the night here. What's the worst that could happen?"

The sound of Morgan laughing at his choice of words made the vein on the side of Hotch's forehead throb, trying to ignore the suggestive tone in Morgan's response.

"Don't have too much fun with him, sweet girl. I want him at work on time and in one piece."

A small giggle left your lips, saluting the chauffeur as Spencer led you away. The soft chirps from the crickets were all that you could hear, the cold air feeling nice on your sweaty frame.

"I hope you're okay with me spending the night- I know we've slept in the same room together before, but if it's too much I'll just sober up for a bit and head on home. Should take me about an hour and 37 minutes to be fully sober-" Spencer rambled grabbing a hold of your keys, expertly opening your front door as he held it open for you. Your scent slapped him right in his face as he made his way inside, locking the door behind him flicking the lights on.

Your house screamed you.

All of your little knick knacks around the house, the way you decorated your house just made sense.

It was like he could see your exact thought process on where you had placed your furniture, the decorations.

The colors you picked all worked well with each other.

Whoever walked in and saw your place would be able to know what kind of person you were.

Spencer had only seen your house from the entrance of your front door, but seeing it in all of its intimate details made him feel a little warm.

A smile making its way onto his lips as he locked eyes on a picture of you and the BAU team. Everyone in the picture was smiling straight at the camera; except for you. Your head was thrown back a laugh frozen in your expression, your fingers on Spencer's bicep whose arm was resting happily beside you. He could see the fondness in his eyes, noting the way everyone just moved into you. Spencer remembers this day in a fonder memory than he does every other day- he was able to have a special part of you that no one else could touch.

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"Did you know that Texas' state flower is the bluebonnet?"

"I always thought they were more of a weed." Morgan questioned, tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. You smacked his arm at his comment.

The team was currently on a case in Texas. More specifically, on the side of a highway in Texas. The sound of people speeding by made you a little nervous, but you felt safe surrounded by all of your fellow co-workers. That and the fact that the sun was your biggest enemy at the moment. You had lived in Texas for the longest before pursuing the F.B.I., the agonizing sun reminding you of one of the worst and best things about Texas.

Currently sporting your not work appropriate tank top and some bootcut jeans to match your matching cowboy boots. It was hotter than a mother, no one would say anything about the dress code as long as you were still able to move.

You figured what better time to bring out your pride and joy than now.

Elle hadn't stopped growling at you the second she had seen your outfit, whispering sweet nothings to you in spanish. 

Making you wonder why you hadn't pursued Elle any sooner.

"That's rude." Crouching down by the blooming field of blue, touching the petals lightly. "They're a gorgeous flower. Their color is so vibrant! The petals look like the bonnets women used to wear on their heads- look!"

"I think you've been hanging around pretty boy too much, sweet girl."

"If I was, I would have been able to tell you that bluebonnets are a part of the pea family and of the-"

"- North American lupinus genus." Spencer finished for you, a wide smile coating his features dimples poking out. His cheeks a bright red, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The brunette was dressed in semi different attire, a pair of black sunglasses hanging off the tip of his nose. He rid of his usual cardigan leaving him in just his baby blue button up, the top button undone leaving his glistening collarbone exposed. You had barely been able to concentrate when he looked that good. Licking your lips slyly as you eyed the taller man from your position on the grass.

Morgan rolled his eyes at the boys words. His hand reaching down to grab your hand lifting you from your dazed state, a giggle left your lips as he about hoisted you off the ground.

"Thank you, handsome." Teasing the dark haired man who just smirked at your flirting, wrapping an arm around your waist. Immediately regretting the decision as the heat between the two of you became unbearable pretty fast. Before you could split, you felt a someone jump on your back their arms wrapping around your neck . Turning to face JJ who was giggling at her current position atop your back.

"JJ, what in the-"

"Hey! No group hug without me!" Penelope shouted, running towards you a huge grin etched on her face. A bubble of laughter tumbled out of your lips, her shorter frame placing itself directly next to Morgan's who happily wrapped her up as well. Elle had somehow snuck in as well, her body lying horizontally on the plush grass. She fanned herself with a manila folder, her hair blowing in the small gusts of wind.

"Come here, pretty boy."

"Oh no, I'm perfectly okay not being surrounded by sweaty bodies-"

"Spence! Get your big ass over here," At the sound of your sweet voice hitting his eardrums he trekked over to you. Derek had moved over so he could be in the middle, alongside the girls giggling frame as she held onto JJ tightly. Spencer gently rested his arm against yours, not wanting to invade your personal space but you had other plans. Happily resting your unoccupied hand on his bicep, squeezing him happily a huge grin on your face.

"Everyone smile for the camera." The sound of Gideons voice made everyone get in position, their sweaty faces looking at the older man who bore amused expressions on his face. Your hand never once faltered on Spencer's arm.

He knew it was medically impossible; but his heart felt like it was going at light speed. Trying to regulate his breathing as he grinned at the camera.

"Sweets. What do you a call a small pepper in late autumn?"

The most genuine laugh that could ever come out of you bubbled out, throwing your head back at Gideons question. The rest of the group eyed you with a bewildered look on their faces, except for a pair of hazel eyes. Spencer bore the most awed and adoring gazes he could ever bare, as they saw her wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. 

"A little chili!"

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Spencer chuckled at the memory, setting the picture frame back down.

"Of course not. I- I was kind of hoping you would want to anyway," The blood rushed to your face fiddling with the back of the couch behind you, facing the taller man with a smile on your lips. "I can't guarantee that I will be able to do a whole lot of talking tonight."

"Whys that, sweet girl?"

The name slid off of his tongue deliciously, clenching your thighs together as you fumbled to find the words. You felt the air shift almost instantly, eyeing his frame his hands tucked into the front of his slacks.

"I think- I um- my brain would be able to form coherent sentences when I'm not as intoxicated as I am right now. I'm not drunk- by any means. But I definitely wouldn't trust the words leaving my mouth. They would just be screaming at you to just shut up and kiss me-"

Spencer took your words literally his body moving before he could process it. Slamming his lips against yours. Your body instinctively followed him, fumbling your fingers into his feather soft hair. The brunette moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the back of the couch his grip on your hips tight.

A soft whine left his lips as you grinded against his half hard member, not wasting any time in sliding his slender fingers under the hem of your dress trailing it up your thighs ever so slowly. Your hands fumbled to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons like second nature exposing more of his torso.

"I can't believe- mm- that you're kissing me right now- fuck me."

A deep chuckle rumbled his chest, his lips parting from your already marked neck. Spencer wouldn't bring himself to admit that he liked seeing you covered in hickeys. Hickeys that he made.

"Jump up for me sweets." Following his instructions without hesitation, your legs wrapping around his waist hands cupping your thighs tightly. The bespectacled boy made his way around the couch, gently sitting down with your legs on either side of him. "Fuck... you look gorgeous. I just want to eat you out so bad."

Moaning at his confession, instinctively grinding against his now too tight slacks. Spencer's mouth was parted as he eyed you in awe, his hands guiding your hips back and forth on his cock. Your clit was getting all the friction it could possibly get with only your panties to cover your soaked cunt. Feeling your arousal seep through the thin material, leaving a wet spot on his dark pants.

"Pretty girl... oh you're so pretty when you moan." Spencer's praise went straight to your head grinding on him at an embarrassing speed on his lap, his hands groping your exposed skin his finger trailing along the hem of your panties.

"Spence- please. I need your mouth. Your cock- fuck- just anything please."

Spencer could come right then and there if you had asked him to, shoving you off his hips laying you flat on the couch your legs spread wide open. He shrugged his shirt off exposing his slender body your shaking fingers trailing down his torso making their way to his waistband.Shaking his head at your needy whines, laying on his stomach to get closer to your soaked panties. A soft moan left your lips as he wrapped his arms around your thighs getting comfortable, his warm breath fanning over your leaking cunt.

"Please don't hold back on me, sweet girl."

Before you could utter any words of protest, Spencer had slid your panties to the side and licked a stripe up your slit. Hissing at the sensation of him on your swollen clit, bucking your hips up. He chuckled against you looking up at you through his lashes, enjoying the view of you gripping the couch cushions in a tight grip. Taking a deep breath as he delved in, his mouth leaving not a single inch of you untouched.

He moaned at the taste of you feeling himself getting addicted to your arousal his lips wrapping around your clit, feeling his cock harden at the sinful sounds leaving your lips. Your head was thrown back chest heaving up and down, your fingers trying to find something to grasp. 

"My hair."

"Mm?"

"Your hands- grab my hair." Without a second thought you trailed your hands to his head full of curls, allowing your fingers to tug on his feather soft hair. A guttural moan leaving his lips, sending waves of pleasure down your legs. "Just like that."

Spencer adjusted his hold on your thighs his free hand toying with your clit as he used his tongue to fuck your spongy walls.

"Jesus- fuck. God, Spencer. Please..."

"Mmm" He hummed against your puffy lips, not faltering his movements as he eased two of his slender fingers inside your warmth. Feeling as full as you did should be illegal, clenching your eyes shut as he fucked you gingerly not wanting to make you cum quite yet. "I want to see your eyes, sweet girl."

Fluttering your eyes open locking eyes with his dark eyes. The sight of your glossy eyes was enough to make him want your cum to coat his cock, speeding up his slick fingers carefully inserting a third feeling you clench around him. 

"Fuck! Yes… please don’t stop-"

A pair of sticky lips pressed against yours shoving his tongue in your mouth as he fumbled with his slacks, tossing them elsewhere. He couldn't be bothered to remove either of your garments, tugging his cock out of his briefs a soft hiss leaving his lips at the freeing sensation. Stroking his slick covered hand over his cock, coating it in your sweet juices. 

"I'm on the pill. Please. I just want your cock deep inside of me," You blabbered out too far in your haze to form coherent sentences. A soft chuckle left his lips, lining himself up with your cunt enjoying the way you shivered at the sensation of his leaking cock against your abused hole. "Spence.."

"I know pretty girl. I just want to soak up every bit of this,"

Soft gasps left your lips as he eased inside your walls, his scrunched up face let you know he was trying to hold back. Taking matters into your own hands wrapping your legs around his hips, using your entwined feet to push him deeper into you bottoming out.

"Fuck..."

"Fuck me like you mean it."

His eyes darkened even further, snapping his hips against yours a loud moan leaving your swollen lips. Pulling out all the way enjoying your whines of protests, his body seeming to move without him needing to think .

Fucking you like he had never dreamt of anyone before, soft pants leaving his body as he felt the coil tightening inside. 

He didn't want to stop.

Not when you looked so heavenly yet oh so sinful below him. 

Your hair was splayed on the couch, your doe eyes looking up at him as he destroyed your pretty little cunt. The sound of his cock squelching with every thrust would be engraved in his brain forever, quite literally. Already replaying every moment in his head, as he leaned down to press a feverish kiss to your lips wanting to inhale every bit of you.

You tasted so sweet. 

Oh so sweet. 

Your cunt tasted just as sweet as your lips did. He couldn't get enough. Your walls clenched around his cock, a groan leaving his lips giving you a harsh thrust enjoying the loud sounds he was able to pull from you.

Having been on the edge this entire time, his cock feeling like a heaven sent. You didn't want this to end, having stopped yourself from cumming like your life depended on it. Not being able to hold it back anymore your hands clawing at his back for something to hold.

Taking one look at his face, his glasses had been tossed somewhere on your rug. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the sounds leaving your body. A small whine left your mouth as you took every inch of him in.

"Jesus... Spence. I'm-"

"Cum for me sweet girl... I'm right behind you," He mumbled into your lips his tongue having found his way back into your mouth. Those words were all you needed to hear, arching your back off the couch a groan leaving your lips as you writhed under him.

Every last inch of your body felt numb. Everything had gone foggy. Feeling a new wave of content wash over you as you began to climb down from your orgasm. 

The feeling of Spencers thrusts speeding up made you tighten your hold on his back your nails digging into the soft flesh. Heavy grunts escaped his lips at every thrust, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. The sight of your lips parted open, your breasts bouncing with the harshness of his thrusts sent him over the edge his hips sputtering with every snap of his hips.

Shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside your velvety walls, a soft moan leaving your body at the filling sensation. The brunette didn't dare move his body tingling as his chest heaved up and down.

A soft giggle broke him out of his trance, his eyes snapping up to your flushed face. Your hands were covering your face as you giggled into your hands, peeking an eye open at the confused boy.

"Wha-"

"Morgan is going to absolutely murder me. Look at the state of your neck," Your comment send the two of you into a fit of giggles, shaking his head at the girl who looked up at him with a wide smile. Your eyes blown wide open eyeing him with something he couldn't quite place.

Where had he seen that look before?

His mind immediately blanked, only being able to focus on one thing flashing in his mind. 

The picture.

The picture of him and the team. The only person looking down at you; was him. The same twinkle in your eye as you eyed him flushed face was one he had seen on his face countless of times. Feeling his heart rate pick up tucking a strand of your hair behind your eyes, enjoying the warming of your cheeks under his large hands. Spencer couldn't believe someone as sweet as you was his.

 Who could have ever know?

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hey you lovely’s! i’ve been watching criminal minds for like the first time ever!! and i’ve been obsessed with just about every character on that show. please, if you want to send me any requests feel free to do so <3 i think i’d be open to write just about anyone and everything so :p thank you guys!!!! lots of love and kisses

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a/n: GUYS WHAT PLEASE IM SCARED. FILTHY. let me know if yall enjoy <3. this is my first criminal minds fic. considering making an aaron option??????? lmk if i should pursue

Shirtless Wolverine

Ik he whimpers

the bedroom eyes.

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 2

“die with a smile ~ lady gaga and bruno mars”

volume: ■■■■■■■□

warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, angst

word count: 3k

part 1 here!

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The sound of your body hitting the floor was all Nanami could focus on. His hands tightening their grip on his signature cleaver as he put all of his force on exorcizing the curses in front of him. His adrenaline was at a level it had never been at his mind racing, the grunts leaving their bodies distracting him from dropping everything and coming to your aid.

“Why-”

Slice.

“Won’t-”

Shink.

“You-”

Slice.

“Assholes-”

Shink.

“Die!”

He grunted at every slice, his body moving fluidly avoiding the curses. Their sounds of demise sounded heavenly to his ears. The sensation of something burning his arm brought him back to his senses, taking notice of a giant dark blob of what he assumed was spit burning into his arm. Hissing at the sensation fighting through the pain.

This mission was supposed to be a walk in the park.

Quite literally.

All it took was one slice from Nanami before the curse was gone.

“Well… that was anticlimactic.”

“You can say that again.” He murmured, tucking his knife back into his holder turning to face you. The biggest smile he had seen on you was coating your face, as you practically jumped.

“You know what this means right!”

Nanami knew exactly what this meant.

“Ramen?”

“EXACTLY! Ramen time!” You whooped, your voice carrying throughout the empty park as you lifted both arms for a high five. The blonde could never deny you, sighing in feign annoyance high fiving both of your hands.

Almost as if on cue. The second your hands had touched the pair of you felt a shift in the air.

Cursed energy.

A lot of it.

An unbearing amount of it.

Bodies instinctively turned into defense mode, your hands in formation right under your chest while Nanami had swiftly pulled his blade back out. The only sound you could hear were the sounds of you and Nanami both shuffling your feet into the dirt.

Your arms brushed against his, taking a step forward to take a glimpse in the general area where you could sense the energy coming from.

Letting go of the breath you were holding in, your eyes adjusting to the darkness in no time due to your power. Knowing Nanami couldn’t see anything in front of him, subtly placing yourself halfway in front of him, the blinking eyes of the curses sent chills down your spine.

Cupping your hands together gathering any light coming from the moon above and any light nearby, throwing a multitude of balls of light into the air illuminating the area above you. What Nanami had last expected was to see a fleet of curses standing before him. His grip tightening on the dark wooden hilt, eyes flickering to your tense frame beside him.

At first you thought surely they must be incredibly weak. But upon further glance, you took notice of their different bodies. Cursing to yourself as you adjusted your footing.

“Nanami?”

“Yes?’

“Don’t do anything stupid, Nanami. I won’t hesitate to beat your ass,”

“Don’t worry about me… I won’t let them lay a finger on you.”

Your heart soared at his words, inhaling deeply as you both locked eyes one last time.

Almost like clock work, the curses before you lunged forward. Groans and grunts leaving their disfigured bodies, moving almost as a unit. A smirk made its way onto your face, fingers in position. Idly plucking the air before you like you had done many times before, your lights in the sky from only seconds before shooting thin strings out striking each curse you had set your eyes on.

I’ll let Kento have some fun too.

Opting to give him ⅓ of the curses, bringing yourself into the air with the help of your strings laughing at the sight of them lunging at you.

“Come on you fuckers. Come and get me.” Happily taunting them as you flowed through the air. Eyening Nanami swiftly moving through the curses, a soft hum leaving your lips never taking your eyes off the curses who maneuvered with your every step. Fingers never halting their movements as they ran through the curses.

Binding them.

Slicing them.

Spiking straight through them.

Like a k

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Before you could utter another word, you felt something sharp bubbling in your stomach, a grunt leaving your mouth. The pain quickly spread, your skin prickling at the sensation. Looking down at the long metal sheath impaled into your flesh, eyes flickering to look at the person behind you locking eyes with a pair of striking green eyes.

“You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you girl,”

Chuckling darkly behind you yanking the sword out of you quickly, the only thing stopping your wound from gushing now gone. Feeling the warm blood make its way down your torso, hissing at the odd sensation. Idle fingers making quick work to aim your targets at the man who swiftly avoided your hits, his cocky smirk never faltering.

Hit after hit it narrowly missed him.

You couldn’t land a single blow.

Not to sound cocky, but you were strong.

Your abilities were high up there, so if this man was so nonchalant about your attempts you might be fucked.

You hated to admit it, but this man was like no man you had ever seen. Granted.. you’ve never had a man ever make an attempt at your life.

But dear god, even a blind person could see how unbelievably attractive the man smirking at you was. Which just pissed you the hell off even more.

His muscular body and his agility scared you a little, especially since there was not a single ounce of cursed energy emitting from him.

Raw strength?

Fuck. This guy must be undeniably strong.

“I thought you would be able to at least land one good hit. Considering the amount they’ve given me for you.”

A loud grunt left your body as you cupped your hands once more, opting to completely engulf any nearby light.

Buildings.

Signs.

Lamp posts.

You name it. You could blackout the whole city if you willed it.

“But don’t be too offended. You aren’t gifted like me,”

The man before you could sense it too.

“Mm…You won’t get another shot. At least make it worth it.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I figure..since you’ll be dead here shortly... the name’s Toji.” He smirked, peering up at you through his eyelashes. “I kill sorcerers like you.”

The source of light in your hands practically trembled almost out of excitement, willing your senses to feel his presence. Toji just grinned, adjusting his footing pulling out another weapon from the slimy purple worm wrapped around his torso.

“Tch.. good luck.”

A scoff left his lips at your words, an amused glint in his eyes. His fingers twirling his shiny blade around, his stark gaze never faltering from your face.

Your hands trembling from the raw energy in the palm of your hands, an open mouthed smile tugging at your lips. Laughter began to tumble out of your lips catching him off guard, as you threw your head back.

Toji thought you were absolutely insane.

He had never seen someone be this joyful after having been impaled from his sword. His squinted eyes could see the blood seeping through your clothing, dripping onto the ground below you. But you seemed to pay it no mind.

“Toji…”

Kissing your teeth at the sound of his name in your mouth.

“-What a dumbass name.” Lurching forward in the air landing feet first before him, splitting the ball of light in your hand into multiples. Tossing them into the air, landing around him. His newly illuminated face eyed your frame keeping his body moving, circling you. It only took him 2 seconds before he noticed your lights were following behind him, his body stiffening.

“Sear and sore. Moonbeam.” Whispering into your hands sending sparks flying into the air as your strings of light illuminated the night sky, entwining Toji’s startled body. Any time he tried to move any inch of him, he couldn’t.

Your beams had his entire body mapped out.

Head

to

toe.

Toji grunted to himself, willing himself to try to move without burning his skin. He could feel the heat surrounding him. Nothing but white coated his vision.

“Who sent you?”

Twirling your lights around him, keeping him from being able to slink past. Gaze never faltering.

“Let me go and we’ll talk, doll.” Spitting out into the light, trying to blink away the water pooling in his eyes from how bright everything was.

“You’re in no position to be making demands...”

“Maybe. But if you don’t want to see your precious friend behind me die. I suggest you let me go.” You couldn’t see his body anymore. Trying to catch a glimpse of Nanami without taking your eyes off of him, heart tightening at his words.

A part of you called it a bluff.

But the part of you that was bleeding out, would beg to differ.

Eyes flickering over to where Nanami was gliding through those bodies with ease. Grunts leaving his tall frame.

The smallest part of you was wondering why the tall man hadn’t even bothered to glance at you even once. Unbeknownst to you, the man was practically shitting himself knowing you were fighting him all alone. Trying to fly through these curses, wanting to make his way over to you.

Turning your attention back to the man entrapped in your web.

“Liar.”

“I have no reason to lie to you, doll. His little head would look good on my wall. Don’t you think so?”

“You shut your mouth.”

Fingers never faltered, ensuring he stayed wrapped up. The outline of his body slowly started creeping through your lights.

You could feel him moving in the palm of your hand like a little ant.

“I’m not stressed. I can feel your hold on me loosening. .. you’re losing a lot of blood. I can feel it.”

His words sounded like they were echoing in your brain.

Please…

You couldn't even remember what you were saying please to.

Hold on.

You knew deep down he was right.

Your body was drenched in your own blood. The thick scent of iron infiltrated your nose feeling your legs tremble.

Toji’s outline became more and more prominent as you started to falter due to the blood loss. Eyes attempting to stay awake blinking away the black spots trying to cover your vision. Every ounce of your body was fighting.

Fight.

Come on.

Fight.

“What a shame… you were just beginning to make it interesting.”

His words barely registered in your brain. Voice sounded like you were submerged under water. Vision completely blurry, feeling your body crumple to the ground. Letting out a soft groan, fingers clawing at anything they could find, digging into the moist ground.

Every inch of your body felt numb.

Coughing up what you thought was just spit, the taste of iron coated your tongue. Feeling your blood trickle out of your mouth, face squished against the cold dirt. Your body going in and out of consciousness, trying with all your might to will Nanami to turn around.

Nanami…

Turn around. Nanami… please.

Nanami..

Toji made his way over to you with a smirk on his face. Squatting down to peer down at your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Scoffing at your meak body, going to hoist you over his shoulder before he felt a surge of cursed energy making its way towards him.

An annoyed huff left his lips, opting to cut a lock of your hair to bring back. Tucking your long strand into his pockets, knowing the likelihood of this girl reaching a physician in time would be close to zero. Moving his walking pace into one of a fast run, slinking through the park unnoticed.

SHINK

Nanami glided his blade through the last curse, chest rising up and down heavily, his blonde hair coated in all shades of blood.

His body ached.

Burning from the non stop moving. His body barely registering some of the cuts and burns his body had endured, his worried eyes searching for you. Catching sight of the outline of your body slouched on the ground.

Oh god.

Without another second to waste the tall boy began to make a run for it. His thoughts in shambles as he worried he might have been too late. Kicking his pace into overdrive, approaching your crumpled body. Tossing his blade on the ground beside him sliding his arms under your body hoisting you onto his lap, checking you for any injuries.

Catching sight of the chunk of your stomach missing, cursing to himself as he tugged his uniform top off pressing it onto the never ending stream of blood. His unoccupied fingers quickly pulled his phone out pressing the speed dial.

Rrring-

The phone picked up after a single buzz.

“Soturu-”

“Don’t worry Nanami. We are practically almost there. Try to hold on, okay?” Gojo breathed out into the phone, his worried tone evident. The blonde sighed a sigh of relief tossing his phone onto the ground not bothering to hang up, cradling your head gingerly.

“Open your eyes for me please…”

His eyes never strayed from your face, cupping your cheek with his free hand brushing your hair from your face.

Soft almost inaudible gasps left your lips as you tried to move your eyelids, cracking them slightly with all of the leftover strength you had. Locking eyes with Nanami’s worried brown ones.

“K-kento…”

“You’re okay. I’m right here..”

“I’m sorry… I tried..”

“Sh, it’s okay. Please.. you have no reason to be apologizing.” He chuckled down at you, brushing your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. A small smile tugged at your lips, wincing at the sensation. “Don’t strain yourself. Just breathe and try to keep yourself alive..”

Nodding gingerly at his words, focusing all of your energy on willing your body to keep breathing.

The sound of something swooshing through the air made Nanami snap his head up, eyes softening at the sight of Gojo rushing Shoko towards your trembling body.

Soturu had never seen Kento so spent.

He could see the anguish in his eyes, the grip on your body tight. Catching sight of the glistening of his teary eyes, clamping his eyes shut.

The sight of his friend holding your nearly dead body was a sight that nearly killed him. His steps never wavered making his way to you as quickly as he could.

Geto had been following close to Gojo, tightening his grip on Rainbow Dragon, catching sight of you and Nanami’s bloodied frames. Clicking at the soaring dragon, the beast circling trying to find a safe place to land.

His patience was wearing thin with how long it was taking him, choosing to jump off the being once he figured it would be a safe enough distance grunting at the hard landing. His worried frame jogging over to his friends, chest tightening at the sight of you.

Your face was pale. Every inch of your face was bloodied and covered in dirt from lying on the ground. He couldn’t rid the image of your face out of his head. The image seared into his brain.

His eyes were trying to find your main source of injury, a shiver ran down his side at the blood pouring out of you. Clenching his hands, feeling his nails digging into his palms.

Shoko couldn’t let herself get overwhelmed, her hands quickly putting themselves to work. Hovering over your limp body clamping her eyes shut. Her technique worked on trying to find a heartbeat first, feeling it course her body head to toe. As the seconds passed her breaths quickened, feeling the tears welling up.

1

2

3-

Ba dum… ba dum…

Faintly.

But she could work with faint.

If she had let go a second later, she would have missed it. Shoko’s heart rate had sky rocketed, leaning into your cold body as she let go of the breath she was holding in.

“I’ve got her.”

Those three words were all he heard. An indescribable sensation washing over him, his body trembling. Allowing himself to crumple onto himself covering his face with his hands. He attempted to slow his heart rate, telling himself you were okay. But his heart wouldn’t slow. Not until you were awake and walking.

The dirt graveling under someone's shoes was all Nanami could focus on. Burrowing his face further into the palms of his hand. The familiar stinging sensation on his eyes pissed him off, angrily wiping the forming tears.

“Nanami?”

“Hm.”

“Do you feel like talking right now?”

Letting out the breath he was holding, bringing his head up, hair falling over his face. Nanami locked eyes with his friends whose faces were crouched down on his level, eyeing the blonde man on the floor.

“It was a stupid mission. I could have done it all on my own. It took one hit… just one.”

Suturu hummed, nodding intently at his words, his mind racing as he tried to figure out all of the reasons for what caused all of this. Suguru kept an eye on the two boys who were whispering to themselves while staying aware of his surroundings, his body tense.

The temperature had dropped significantly. Being able to see the white puffs of air leaving his body, clenching and unclenching his hands.

He couldn’t tell how long they had even been fighting those curses.

It must have been hours.

His eyes looking up at the starry sky, willing himself to breathe.

Exhaling softly.

“… out of nowhere over 50 curses popped up. Not- not the same curse. They were all different. We were outnumbered, but she was fully capable. She took on the majority of them. But… I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his dirtied hair, wincing at the slight tangles. “I could barely see. I think she was fighting one of them for a long time. I couldn’t catch a single glimpse of them.”

A silence washed over them.

“I feel so stupid.”

“Nanami.”

“No, Gojo. I could barely take on less than 20 while she took more than that. Including the fucking bastard that nearly killed her… what if- I mean what if she died?!”He spat out locking eyes with the white haired man crouched before him. “What then? What’s the point of doing all of this if I’m fucking useless.. I am the reason she’s here. I told her it would be a pointless mission to join in on, but she begged me to come. She begged me…”

Before he could stop himself, a wave of angry tears escaped his eyes, wiping them off hastily. Standing up from his position on the ground brushing past them to call a car to come take you guys back.

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a/n: hey lovelies! i know i kinda wrote toji a lil unbelievably but it’s for the plot >~< but i hope you guys enjoy part 2! plz let me know if you have any questions or suggestions. lots of loveeeee