#i know they’re going to cheat us out of getting to see the immediate fall out of that

[s0fter-sin]

retired ghoap going on a renovation competition show

ghost takes over the budget and he's ruthless with it; tracking every paint swatch and piece of lumber down to the last cent, haggling for every purchase and making the most of their coupons. soap's in charge of design; he can visualise floor plans better than anyone, seeing the completed spaces in his mind when they’re little more than a steel shell

they run their site like a military base, treating their builders like rookies; expecting them to follow orders but also waiting for them to inevitably mess up so they can fix it

they're an immediate shock to the judges; they fully expected them to have no idea what they're doing, to have no understanding of style or trends, but they didn't sign up just for shits and giggles

they know how to hit a brief and can do physical labour faster than the actual builders. with soap's discerning eye and ghost's practically, they design gorgeous rooms and become a real threat for the prize money. they handle the stress and sleepless nights like it's second nature bc really, it is; a few all nighters painting are nothing compared to being shot at

they also take great joy in messing with the other couples

it takes a while for them to figure out they're even married; they argue like it's going out of fashion, never holding their opinions or frustrations back but it's their love language as much as their banter. you can hear them barking at each other from across the site; callsigns and “It” and “sergeant” thrown around just like in the field

the challenges are where they have the most fun

the day to day? that's work; they're strict, both with themselves and the schedule, never letting anything fall behind or go incompleted. but the challenges? that's play time. they love pushing the brief, toeing the line of the rules purely bc they can

they get to a two part art challenge and ghost's scheming before before the host even opens their mouth. part one? one half of the couple has to design some kind of art piece that will feature in their house. part two? the other person has to gather supplies and tools and make the art

there's a time limit for how long they can take to gather the supplies; once it's up, they can't go back for more and they can only use what they can carry themselves to their station. they're in a warehouse filled with scrap and paint and tools, the choices almost overwhelming

ghost politely interrupts the host to ask for a clarification; absolutely anything in the warehouse can be used so long as they can carry it?

the host confirms; anything under the roof is their's to use

ghost thanks them and steps back in line, standing at attention and waiting for round one to start

ghost volunteers to be the one to do the art, shocking everyone since soap is well known as the artist of the two of them. but soap sees the mischief in his eyes; he knows he's up to something and can't wait to see where it goes

the timer starts and ghost immediately shucks his hoodie and gets to grabbing; stuffing the impromptu bag with everything he recognises from soap's own supplies. there's seconds to go when he bolts for soap, throwing him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry

the other couples are pissed and call it cheating, trying to get them disqualified

ghost just shrugs, soap still over his shoulder, "they said we can use anything we can carry. i followed the brief"

soap just laughs like a mad man

they win the challenge by a landslide

everything's going smoothly, they've won enough room reveals that they’re in a good financial position, they’re ahead in their current room and in a great headspace

then soap gets injured

it's an honest mistake, a part of the roof they thought was stable collapsing and hitting soap

and ghost, always calm and in control, panics

he's on the other side of the site when he hears soap cry out and goes running; shoving past cameramen and builders, screaming to know what happened before he even sees him. he finds soap on the ground, blood dripping from his temple and it's too familiar; a thing he sees in his nightmares

he doesn't know what to do with all his fear so instead, he channels it into anger

he goes off on all his builders, demanding to know how they could be so useless and careless as to miss the unstable roof; screaming at them in a way he hasn't done since he was on active duty, tearing down a rookie for poor trigger management

all the while, his gentle hands tend to soap; checking the wound, if he's concussed, soothing him before he can slip into a flashback of his own. he growls at the cameras, doesn't let the onsite medics anywhere near him; he doesn't know them, doesn't trust them with his johnny. it's only soap's gentle convincing that makes him step back, that forces him to stop and breathe; glaring the medics down from soap's side as they check him and come to the same conclusion soap already reached

he'll be iust fine; a few stitches and he'll be right back in it

ghost goes with him to the hospital to get the stitches laid, abandoning the site to their terrified builders to look after. it takes a few days before he can handle them being separated again, can't even handle one of them going shopping while the other site manages

but soap doesn't begrudge him for his clinginess, not when he knows it's rooted in the fear of losing him. he just keeps him close and calls him his good luck charm when they win the room reveal that week

[86espresso]

💌 roommate!jack pt. 2

part 1. part 3

( ignore me yearning for an ounce of a healthy relationship. I got cheated on my junior year of high school )

absolutely entirely babies you. i’m talking cleaning up after you, feeding you (this is so underrated fr), wiping off your makeup when you get home, forehead pecks before either of you leaves in the morning, packing lunch, always comforting you when you get overwhelmed.

^ is so so in love with the way you scrunch your nose in disgust when you try a new smoothie and automatically hand it over to him, letting him deal with it because you’re so used to him

simple things that come with intertwined lives: communication is always there, but there’s a deeper more important sense of knowing exactly what’s going on with each other without ever communicating.

^ knowing telltale signs of the other when they’re overstimulated, stressed, upset, uneasy, etc. a special kind of love language jack has for you, and that makes you fall hard.

gifts you cds and vinyls of artists you blast in your room

cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day!! after the party he throws at your shared space the previous night, he’s picking up trash and organizing everything back to its place while you wipe down the counters with whatever liquid that was on there. you collapse on the couch together and sleep the whole day, entangled in a mess of limbs but comfortable with eachother

softly knocks on your bedroom door one night, wondering why it was so quiet and sees you slumped over your desk and textbooks, fast asleep. his heart clenches at the sight; you look adorable but he doesn’t like how you overwork yourself and how you were still tense despite your unconscious state. he gently lifts you up from your desk and carries you over to your bed, laying you down. ^but he stops when you yank on the collar of his shirt, slowly opening your eyes. “thank you. stay?” you’ve stayed over in his room a few times but he’s never slept in yours. “sure, sweets.” he’d murmur in a low voice (🤭) and tuck himself in next to you, a safe distance away. ofc you wake up to his arm securely around your waist and it has you internally screeching.

lets out a indignant gasp when you approach him with eyebrow tweezers and tells you to ‘keep that torture device far away from him’ but a couple of pleases and a pout had him like putty in your hands as he begrudgingly accepted. he asks you to do his eyebrows often after that moment because he gets the opportunity to put his hands on your waist and stare at your face without making it weird.

^ also you when you accidentally let slip that you don’t take birth control pills he’s like wtf?? then you show him the implant in your upper arm. he screams, mortified, when he touches it and says “I thought that was for diabetes.”

the fear of telling eachother the strong feelings you both have grows everyday. when you’re put into a forced proximity like that and that person ultimately becomes your safe haven, literally lives with you, you just know there’s so much that could go wrong. you both toe the line carefully, trying not to harm the special bond you’ve grown over the years.

sleepovers in each others rooms !! pillow forts, romcoms on laptops, fingers brushing together when you reach for the popcorn bowl at the same time, huddling together for warmth (dear god when is it going to be my turn)

your first kiss would be slow and sweet. then you pull away breathless from the adrenaline and you look at him as if you don’t believe that just happened and his resolve crumbles. He wraps a strong arm around you body, pulling you close, and tangles the other through your hair, tilting your head. a year or two of pent up frustrations and raw love makes him pull your mouth to his roughly, him immediately going in with his tongue. He’s held you and hugged you before, but never like this. This was so much more passionate and intimate than anything he’d ever experienced.

def talks you through it 🙂‍↕️

his closet is yours!! he goes crazy seeing you in his big shirts and looking like you don’t have anything on underneath

whenever there’s blackouts through the building you both scramble around the place looking for candles with your phone lights. you bump into eachother a few times and there’s an unspoken rule to stick together while the lights are out. nothing but a scented candlelight illuminating your faces.

he declares a deep clean day which ends up in both of you soaked in bubbles after a soap fight

“we should shower together.. remember the water bill last month? :/”

roommates to lovers. goated trope.

i split this into two parts bc tumblr hates me. getting the other one out in a few mins :)

I want to talk about this more !! make it into a little series maybe?? send in what you think pleasee :)

[unknownperson246]

Hi!! could you do a Kelly Nickels X Fem reader fic where Y/N is one of his bandmates’ sister and they hook up right before they’re formally introduced to one another? very smutty! thank you! <3

hii im very sorry its late but here it is ❤️❤️

So Tight

Words: 1,112

Warnings: *smut* *cussing* *cheating* *cum play* *cum eating* *p in v* *teasing*

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Kelly Nickels was in your garage with your brother. Kelly Nickels was there to form a new band. He had fun with L. A Guns but they decided to quit so Kelly formed another band. He still didnt know all the supposed member's names and he didn't know anything about them. He was there to test the chemistry with all of the people who were chosen by him to be in his new band. They didnt have a name yet either. No one had any idea who anyone was. All the men knew Kelly from L.A Guns. It was like the forming of Velvet Revolver except no one knew each other. Kelly wanted them to be interested in the band instead of using Kelly.

“So why do you guys want to be in this band?” 

“I am here to have fun and to test how I like being a rockstar” one of the men spoke up. 

“I love rock and roll and want to be a guitarist,” Your brother said.

Kelly gruffed and he got frustrated. 

“Do you have any drinks?” Kelly asked your brother.

“Yeah there in the fridge. You can go up there and grab whatever you want” Your brother says calmly trying to show excitement that a rockstar is in his home asking for something to drink.

Kelly went up the stairs and saw your thongs along the stairs. He grabbed one and threw it back on the ground. He walked up to your fridge. He saw 6 bottles of beer neatly placed on the inside of the fridge door. He grabbed one taking the top off with his teeth. He closed the fridge door. He jumped when he saw your face. You hear the beer bottle cap fall on the ground. It makes a klink sound when it collides with the tile floor.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry I thought you were my boyfriend. You must be my brother's bandmate. I’m Y/N. He said he formed the band but I know thats bullshit. He is not that bright” You say smiling not knowing you scared him shitless. He introduces himself before speaking to you.

“I’m Kelly,” He says before he speaks again

“He told you that?” Kelly asks you raising his eyebrow.

“Yep,” You say.

“I mean I formed the band.  He might remain in the lineup” He tells you putting his beer bottle down on the countertop of the kitchen.

His back faces you. He takes small sips of his beer.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Y/N,” Kelly says as he walks towards the stairs that lead to the basement which leads him to your garage. 

“Wait. Kel” A nickname for him slips out of your mouth.

“Can I call you Kel?” You ask him.

“Sure,” Kelly says

“Do you have a wife?” You ask in a flirty voice.

“No.” He answers trying to leave.

“I saw you hold my thong.” You say.

He turns around and looks at you. His cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry” He immediately apologizes.

“You can make it up to me,” You say flirting with him.

“How?” He asks you.

“You know where this is heading,” You tell Kelly.

You approach him. You throw your arms around Kelly's back. You sink your teeth into Kelly's lower lip. You can low and soft groans from Kelly. Kelly holds your legs and you wrap your legs around him. He watches your thong with thin straps peek out from your v-line that are covered by your low-rise jeans. He holds your sides just above your hips which causes your crop top to show more of your upper body. He puts you on the countertop and undoes his pants. He grabs your shoulders and he takes you off. He turns you around so you're bending over the countertop. Your tits and stomach are pressed on the harsh marble countertop. You feel yourself getting wet by the second after he smacks your big ass unexpectedly. His hands go to the hem of your pants and he tugs downwards. He sees your thong. He pulls down on it. He removes his pants halfway making sure he has enough time to pull them back up in case anyone comes into the house. He looks over his shoulder anytime he heard a creak paranoid that someone was about to find them fucking in the kitchen. He tries to hide what he is doing. He puts his cock on your entrance. 

“You ready?” He asks you to make sure you're prepared to take him.

“Yeah,” you whine for him to hurry up.

He slowly slides his cock in teasing you. He feels your tight walls and starts to thrust inside of you quickly trying to make you both come quick. He holds your hips. You're too weak from him being inside of you so he holds on to your hips making you both collide with each other. He quickly slides in and out with ease.

Your fingernails scratch the countertops leaving several heavy and noticeable marks. He kept looking over his shoulder while thrusting. 

“Kel” you moan as your moist lips part.

“I’m going to come” you shriek. 

You feel your orgasm take full effect on your body. You try your best to not get knocked over by Kelly’s heavy movements. You feel him panting on the back of your neck. You purposely clench his cock with your pussy. 

“So tight” he pants. 

He takes his final thrusts. His head goes back and his legs shake as he holds your hips tight. He feels your come dripping on his cock. He withdraws and his come squirts on the kitchen floor. 

“Shit” you both laugh.

“Get a napkin,” Kelly says to you.

“There is no need for that,” you say while he watches you go on the floor and clean it all up with your tongue. 

You pull your pants up while cleaning his come on the dirty kitchen floor. He watches you in amusement.

“You ate my come!” He says smirking while pulling his pants up. 

“If I had the dick that had the come in it then I can eat it off the floor,” you say making eye contact while cleaning his come.  

You hear footsteps from the basement stairs and you quickly get up acting normal. Your brother watches you talking with Kelly. 

“I see where you’ve been,” your brother says to Kelly.

“Kelly this is Y/N and Y/N this is Kelly,” he says smiling having no idea of what you both just did on the kitchen counter. 

You both smile and shake hands as if nothing happened between the two of you. 

[asmo-d3us]

Marauders Era Characters and telling them you have boy/girl problems

(Parent and Child perspective)

You and the person you have problems with are above 16!!

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James Potter:

He’s cooking in the kitchen for dinner, and you come in, looking very sad and upset. He gets concerned and asks you if you’re okay. You sit down at the counter and don’t reply, he continues cooking and tells you to talk to him when you’re ready.

“___ cheated on me.”

He immediately freezes and stops cooking, his hand fists around the spatula he’s holding. He breathes in deeply and turns around, “The boy/girlfriend that used to come over?” When you nod your head, he hums and returns back to cooking.

Little do you know, he’s about to make you your comfort food and he just texted Regulus about it and now your other dad’s Barty and Evan are going to go solve the issue!

Sirius Lupin:

He’s laying in bed, cuddling with Remus and you come into their room while they’re watching a movie. He notices you and asks you what’s wrong, and you tell him you want to speak with him, so he steps out of the room reluctantly.

“What’s wrong darling?” “I didn’t want papa (Remus) to hear this but I wanted to tell you.” He’s worried, “What’s wrong, love?” “___ cheated on me..”

He just stares at you for a bit, face motionless, but you can see his fists clench together. He clears his throat, smiling softly, and places a hand on your shoulder. “How about I call uncle James and Evan, and you three have a nice movie night, eh?”

You run off and he calls James. Not only does he mention a movie night, but he also tells him the problem. Let’s just say James and Evan aren’t back home for the next couple hours after the movie night with you.

Remus Lupin:

Sitting in his office, on his comfortable rocking chair, reading a book with a lamp on in the dark room. You step in hesitantly, knowing that he doesn’t like when anyone interrupts him while reading. He doesn’t look at you, too invested in his book, so you clear your throat, fiddling with your fingers. He looks at you above his glasses and he hums.

“Hm?” “Sorry, papa, I just wanted to talk to you about something.” He can tell you’re upset so he places the bookmark in his book and closes it, “What’s wrong?” “Sorry, it’s stupid-” You’re tearing up and he immediately stands up, walking towards you and placing a comforting hand in your hair, “Darling, what happened?” “___ cheated on me..”

He continues petting your hair and comforting you, kissing the top of your head as you explain how it all went down. “How about you go to your dad (Sirius) and he’ll comfort you, hm? I promise it’ll be okay.”

When you leave he immediately sits back down at his chair and stares at the wall for a bit. He grabs his phone and messages the group chat with him, Regulus, and Lily. He later comes into the room where you and Sirius are, with a tub of ice cream as he consoles you, and he says that he’s going to the market and he’ll be back soon. Sirius immediately understands and nods his head.

Lily Macdonald:

She’s writing in her journal, sitting outside on the porch underneath the big cherry blossom tree. You come and sit beside her, and she turns her head towards you. She notices you’re upset and her smile falls. “Love, are you alright?” 

“Yeah, it’s just mom (Mary) wasn’t home so I decided to come to you.” “Yeah, what’s wrong deary?” She asks, her hand holding yours. “___ cheated on me..”

She sighs and hugs you, comforting you as you confide in her. Her arms are around you and she’s both listening to you, and coming up with a plan.

Afterwards, she tells you to go inside and get all the snacks out because you both will be having a girls night. Mary comes home, Lily tells her everything and after you fall asleep, they both leave the house and handle the problem themselves.

Mary Macdonald:

She’s doing her makeup for her evening job, and you step into the room. She looks at you from the mirror and frowns, “What’s wrong love?”

You sigh and get straight to the point, “__ cheated on me.”

Her eyebrows fly up and her jaw drops slightly. She turns around and holds out her arms. You run to her and she wraps her arms around you and she tells you to explain everything to her. You both sit down on her bed and she listens to everything you say.

Later on, she tells you that she’ll figure something out for the weekend for you and Lily to do so you feel better. After you walk off, she calls Lily and tells her the plan for tonight. You never hear from that ex ever again.

Marlene Meadowes:

She’s playing soccer outside with Barty and James, and they’re reminiscing about their childhood when they were childhood best friends. They’re trying to get back to how they used to be, and you know that, but you really need someone there for you right now.

“Uh, mama?” you call, and she stops the ball with her foot and three heads turn to you (the parental instinct goes crazy) “What’s wrong, hun?” she asks, and you clear your throat while rocking back and forth on your toes and heels. “Can I talk to you? I’m sorry, it’s just important.” You notice that James and Barty are also concerned but Marlene tells them that she’ll be right back.

“What’s wrong?” She asks right when she steps inside and you sigh, crossing your arms and looking down at your feet. “__ cheated on me.”

She’s quiet and when you look up, her eyes are wide open and angry, her fist clenched around the ball so hard it pops. You jump back and she apologizes before stepping back outside. It makes you upset because you start thinking that she doesn’t care, so you go to your room. In reality though, she’s talking to James and Barty about it and they make a plan to go and torment that child. Afterwards, she comes back home, her fists bruised (you don’t notice), comes into your room, and sleeps with you for the night. (Dorcas doesn’t mind, and might join).

Dorcas Meadowes:

She’s in the garage, sharpening her knives. She had been gone for the past 3 days and you don’t know why, so you don’t want to bother her, but mama Marlene is busy with Barty (who was also gone for 3 days??) and James. When you walk into the garage, she looks up at you and smiles, “Hey hon, I missed you.” she opens her arms for a hug and you gratefully wrap yourself in her arms. “I can tell something’s bothering you. What is it?”

You sigh and pull her away at arm length. “___ cheated on me.”

Her brows furrow and her eyes slightly squint. She inspects your face and slowly picks up the knife, twirling the tip around her finger. “And this upsets you, yes?” you nod and she hums, kissing your cheek and escorting you out of the garage. “Barty’s here right? Tell him to come here and call uncle Evan and Regulus.”

You notify him of the news and he sighs, “Not again, we just finished the job and got back home!” “It’s fine, babe. Just go.” James sighs, knowing that this means Regulus will also have to leave again, hopefully not for 3 days like last time. Barty calls both Evan and Reg, and when they arrive, they speak to Dorcas about it. At first, they’re a bit hesitant because that’s a teenager, but the look in Dorcas’ eyes lets them know that there’s no changing her mind.

Regulus Potter-Black:

He’s in his room, on his bed, reading a book while listening to white noise. Dad James is busy in the kitchen while dads Barty and Evan are playing video games in the game room. You don’t want to disturb James because he takes his cooking seriously, and you know if you bothered Barty and Evan they’d lose the game and they’d be pretty upset. So, you go to Regulus.

His eyes immediately dart up to you and he scrutinizes your face, right away noticing something isn’t right. He waits for you to speak, and since he’s your dad, you understand from his eyes that he’s allowing you to continue speaking. “Papa,” you inhale deeply, knowing what he’s going to do and how he’ll react. “___ cheated on me.”

He slams his book closed–you flinch–and he stands up abruptly. As he approaches you and places a comforting hand on your cheek, he asks, “Did she/he yell at you? Hurt you? What did she/he do?” He listens to what you have to say, and depending on what she/he did, the punishment would vary.

He places the book softly in your arms and tells you to read for a bit, and that it will relax your mind. Being his child, you agree, and begin reading. He storms out of the room and slams the gaming room door open. He stands in front of the TV while Barty and Evan groan and complain. He says, “Shut up, Y/N got cheated on by that fucking piece of shit.” The three men then go get ready, and James notices them. “Where are you guys going? Dinner’s almost ready!” “We’re not hungry. You can have dinner with Y/N, right?” Barty asks, and James nods hesitantly. “Are you guys?...” he asks, and the three men nod. James merely sighs and ushers them out the door, making sure they aren’t cold or forgot anything.

And of course they don’t leave before giving you and James a kiss on the cheek.

Barty Potter-Crouch Junior:

He’s playing video games in the gaming room, and either Evan, Regulus, and/or James are/is with him, or he’s alone. Either way, you decide to go to him about this because he’s always been the type of dad that you know will always protect you and solve the problem. Granted, none of your dads have told you how they ‘solve the problem’ but you have a pretty good idea on how, now that you’re older.

“Dad?” You mutter, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Hm?” He hums, eyes on the screen while his fingers dash over the controller. “I need to tell you something..” You whisper and he sighs, pausing the game and facing you. “What happened? Did you break something?” He asked, concern written into his face. “No, it’s just..__ cheated on me.” you mumble, tearing up slightly but trying to keep yourself strong.

He places the controller down immediately, approaching you slowly and lifting your chin up, “Darling, don’t be upset, it happens to everyone.” He hugs you for a bit, and lets you talk to him, even though you really don’t have to, he’s going to kill that son of a bitch anyway.

He puts on your favorite game and allows you to play, knowing it comforts you and excites you. He leaves the room and walks over to Evan, who’s making tea for himself. “What’s wrong Bee?” He asks when he sees the angry look on his face. After explaining, they both approach Regulus who’s reading his book, and he also immediately agrees to the plan. James tries to calm them down and tell them no, and that’s a child! But he can’t seem to convince them. So he just goes over to you and spends time with you, secretly worried about his three husbands at the moment.

Evan Potter:

He’s also either reading a book, playing games with Barty, or making tea. Let’s say in this scenario, he’s brushing his teeth, about to go to bed, and you storm into the bathroom, expecting to be alone. You’re sobbing, clutching your mouth so ‘no one hears’, not knowing that your dad Evan has immediately whipped around in concern, toothbrush long forgotten. “Darling?” He mutters, and you jump, quickly covering your cries. “Oh, h-hi dad!”

He demands you tell him what happened as he wraps you in his arms. He barely manages to get it out of you, but when he does, he allows you to cry yourself to sleep on his shoulder. He picks you up from the bathroom floor and carries you all the way to your (or their bedroom), and either places you in your bed, or with James since he’s also sleeping and you aren’t alone.

He zooms into the gaming room, and with his sixth sense, Barty pauses the game, turns towards Evan, looks into his eyes, and knows somehow what happened. They both put on their jackets, about to step out of the house before Regulus approaches them and asks them what the problem is and where they’re going.

They both tell him that they’ll be back soon, and something came up. Reg is worried and concerned but they assured him that nothing happened, and that Reggie should instead go to your room/their room and comfort/sleep with you (and James if you’re in their room). Reggie also catches on quite quickly and allows them to leave the house, grabbing his bitter black coffee and coming into your room or wherever you’re sleeping, cuddling in on the other side of you/where you’re facing, snuggling in, and wrapping his arms around you, making sure to comfort you because he understands how you feel.

Pandora Lovegood:

She’s watering her plants and speaking to them, so you don’t want to interrupt, but you need someone to speak to about this and both dad and Luna are busy. She turns towards you with a tiny frown, her senses telling her there’s a problem before she even looks at your face. “Darling, something’s wrong.”

You sigh and tell her how you got cheated on, which causes her to frown deeper and glide over to you, wrapping you in her arms. “Don’t worry darling, karma will bite them in the arse.” That makes you laugh, and she smiles at the fact that she managed to make you giggle.

When night comes and you go to sleep, she goes into her study and begins making a potion. A potion that will make sure that ex never sees the light of day again, or feels torture for the rest of their life. It depends on what they did to you, and how hurt you were.

[alovesongtheywrote]

holy crap girl… nightmare academia, i just wanna smush them into a locked room together AHHHHH

♥ Summary: oh man, you're not the only one. in this chapter of nightmare academia, morgan and garcia hijack a prank. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: none?

♥ A/N: careful babes, the plot's getting closer

♥ Word Count: 1402

Series Masterlist

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“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!” Morgan exclaimed as he burst into Garcia’s Batcave.  He probably wasn’t loud enough to warrant all-caps, but he was definitely excited enough to warrant all-caps, and that’s why Garcia spun around in her chair, preemptive excitement building up inside of her.

“What is it?  Is someone dead?  Is someone pregnant?  Are you pregnant?  Am I gonna be a god-mom?  Again?”

“What?  No.  Guess who I just got off the phone with.”

“Savannah?  JJ?  Hotch?  Blake?  Reid?”

“Well, it's none of those, but you’re close enough with that last one, so I’m just gonna give it to you,” Morgan leaned in, showing Penelope his phone screen as she clapped her hands together in excitement.  Your name was the first one in the call log.

Garcia’s perfectly glossed lips popped open, “Is that-!?  Is that Spencer’s-!?”

“And are they-!?”

“They are just as perfect for him as we suspected, if not more.”

“Wh- well, why did they call, what did they want?”

“Well, first, they wanted information on the rabies case, which I thought was weird until-”

Penelope cut him off with a gasp, “He’s using horrific case facts to keep them at a distance!”

“Something like that?  Apparently, he’s using horrific case facts for quote-unquote, vengeance. The lovebirds aren't as romantic as we thought.”

"Is it a case of enemies to lovers?"

Morgan paused, raising an eyebrow, "I'm gonna need you to elaborate, baby girl."

"You know! Enemies to lovers! The romantic trope where they go from bitter enemies to the most adorable of spouses! Oh, that is right out of a rom-com!”

"Whatever you say, doll," Morgan continued, “But I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of rom-coms that involve rabies in any capacity."

"That's because you haven't seen enough of them. Anyway, tell me more about the call! What happened next!"

"Well, initially, they told me they were a criminal justice student, but they made the mistake of using their real name.”

“What did you do!?”

“I played along with it until I asked them where they’d heard about the case- they folded fast, but I assured them that when it comes to Reid, I am the prank master.”

Garcia kept a smile on her face, even though she knew her friend was technically wrong, “I mean… technically you’re not.  He beat you with that screaming thing, on the plane.  Remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember.  I also remember that you had a lil’ something to do with that, which means, Reid cheated and I am the prank master.”

“Well, technically I am the prank mistress- but whatever, it’s all digressions, what happened next?”

“Well, I volunteered to be a part of their next prank.”

“Which is?”

“Stealing all of pretty boy’s mugs and rigging the cabinet they’re stored in to scream at him every time it opens.”

“Ah, so this is revenge for both of you.”

“Perhaps,” Morgan’s smile betrayed the truth.

“I love it.  There’s just one thing- Morgan, my lovely, do you have the technical knowledge to make that happen?”

“Well, I’ve definitely got the physical knowledge.  Cabinets are easy, the mechanical parts are all in the bag- but we do need a little assistance from you.”

“From moi?” Penelope gasped, though it sounded like she had been expecting this outcome.  Mostly because she had.

“We need a little bit of programming work that the genius won’t see coming.  So, are you in?” 

“Now that, gorgeous, sounds like a conspiracy.  I’m in.”

Garcia spun in her chair, turning back to face her monitor before immediately turning back to face Morgan, “For the record, we will be sabotaging this plan so that it backfires on both of them and makes them fall in love, oui?”

“Baby girl, would I have come to you if that wasn’t the plan?”

“You would not, and that is precisely why I love you.”

-

You did your best not to sing the Mission Impossible theme as you carried out your part of the prank.  You failed.  The theme just came out of you as you took the mugs two by two from Reid’s office and into yours.  

Once you’d stolen Reid’s horde of mugs, you set the trap in place.  You had to be incredibly careful.  Derek Morgan’s instructions had been very specific, and you followed them to the letter.  While you wouldn’t usually work with the FBI, this was a special case.  This was necessary.

And lord, was your little mechanism a beautiful one.  You gave it a quick test, closing the cabinet door before swinging it open again- once the dulcet sounds of screaming met your ears, you slammed it shut again.

You’d done so just in time.  

“Professor (L/N), I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this isn’t your office.”

“I’m not aware of anything, Reid- I mean, we’ve been over this, honey, I’m fucking stupid.  Y’know, I’m starting to worry about that eidetic memory of yours.”

“Don’t,” he stepped into the office, standing with you behind the desk, “It’s none of your concern.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, close enough that you could almost feel his breath across your lips.  If you wanted to, you could reach out and touch his chest- you could fuck with his perpetually crooked tie, but god, why would you?

It was clear that he was waiting for you to move.  When you actually did move out of his way, it shocked him.

He kept his eyes on you, watching wearily as you wandered through the small box of his office.  You examined every book and every doctorate the room had to offer- and he never stopped looking.  He expected you to say something, do something, or hurt him superficially with a mean comment or a dumb prank, but you didn’t do anything.

With his focus still on you, Reid opened the mug cabinet.

Screams filled the room.  Spencer jumped back, smacking into one of his bookshelves before sliding halfway down the wall.  He took several books down with him, knocking them to the ground as his slender fingers grasped helplessly for purchase somewhere.  

Your laughter echoed in his ears, a grating, awful, beautiful sound mixed in with the clatter of falling objects.  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Adrenaline filled each and every one of his limbs.

He was going to kill you for this.  

“(L/N)!” he yelled out your name, struggling to pull himself up from his half-bent position.  You’d never heard him sound so angry- and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Are you-” you wheezed, “Are you okay?”

“No!  Come here and help me up!”

There he was- his voice took on a higher pitch, signalling his indignation.  You walked over, offering him a hand up.  Of course, he immediately pulled you down to his level.  You both collapsed to the floor, you with a screech and Reid with a triumphant cry.  

He sat against the bookshelf, a little dishevelled but overall okay.  You just gave up, lying on the floor with your head inches from Reid’s thigh.  The mechanism in the cabinet kept screaming in the background.

“So, how’d you pull this one off?” Spencer asked, speaking over your laughter.

“Made a couple of calls.  Got in touch with the FBI.  I’d tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.”

"Wow, you contacted the FBI about me? I must really bother you, doctor."

"Not in the slightest. You're a minor nuisance at best."

“I'm sure. So, did Morgan help you with this?  Did Garcia?”

“Maybe both of them. Maybe a little bit.”

Spencer sighed, “You are all terrible.”

“I wish I could say I was sorry.”

The two of you stayed there on the ground for a moment, just listening to the sound of screaming.  Then, the sound changed- smooth saxophone emanated from the cabinet.  You recognized that melody.  Was that?  No, it couldn’t be-

“Is that Careless Whisper?”

You and Reid stayed frozen on the floor.  The voice of George Michael spilled over you, barely covering the awkward silence.  Eventually, you sat up and shut the cabinet.  The song didn’t stop.  You bit your lip, and when you spoke again it was through clenched teeth.

“Do- do your friends want us to fuck?”

“I hate to say it, but… I think they do,” he paused for a moment, “Hey, (L/N)?  Where are my mugs?”

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts

[aviteirs]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ loving gojo satoru is cruel

note: hello dazzling you, you who by some miracle (algorithm) ended up here reading my little story, but I’m grateful, grateful that you took your time to even read this. This is my first time writing something like this so, crossing my fingers like Ken, hopefully you will like it.

“sadly too many of us stay together far longer than we should because it’s easier to say I love you than it is to say I don’t” - Beau Taplin

pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

synopsis: you understand your relationship has become toxic but after so many years with Gojo, you still love him and can’t let go.

warnings: pure angst, mention of cheating, sorcerer!Gojo x non-sorcerer!reader, hurt, did I tell you it’s angsty?, toxic established relationship

The room is dark and quiet, you’re on your bed staring at the glow in the dark star stickers scattered across the ceiling. Those stars a beautiful surprise he had given you some time ago right after you confessed you were having trouble sleeping due to recurring nightmares.

“Now you,” he points to the ceiling and you giggle, “my loyal star soldiers are in charge of keeping my precious princess safe when I’m not here,” he says giving you that grin you have come to adore and you laugh thankfully, cause maybe it is childish or sappy, no, maybe he is childish and sappy but you don’t care, you’re just so happy, he makes you just so happy.

You keep staring.

The stars don’t glow as much anymore, you notice, just a dim light remains and for a moment you think that maybe they are like you, they keep fighting cause they’re hopeful that things can go back to normal and that they can go back to glowing just as bright as they did before. A stupid thought you push aside.

You keep on staring for what feels like an eternity until the sound of the apartment door opening snaps you back to reality.

Turning your head, you glance at the clock sitting on the bedside table beside you.

2:35 a.m

There was a time, not too long ago, where you would’ve excitedly jumped out of your bed to welcome home the beautiful man of your dreams after days of not seeing him, courtesy of the long missions he’s always getting. And he would happily throw his things on the floor and remove his mask, just so he could open his arms for you to melt in, immediately kissing you with the same hunger and need and love as you.

You pretend you’re asleep.

A few minutes later you hear the bedroom door open. Keeping your eyes shut, you hear him call out your name. Your heart clenches. You ignore him. He waits for a few second then you hear him getting into the bathroom and re-emerging again, plopping down beside you. He must be really tired cause he immediately falls asleep.

He’s so close, you can feel the heat radiating from his body, so you try your best to even out your breathing in an effort to calm and stop yourself from shaking him awake and demand lies answers from him.

Thanks to his sorcerer friend you know he arrived four days ago.

He has been here for four days and didn’t tell you

As a non-sorcerer you are prohibited from knowing details of the missions they are given, being strictly confidential and all. Fortunately, your boyfriend never was the one to respect or follow rules so you always knew everything, and this time was no exception, so naturally you knew there was another sorcerer, one you’d met before, accompanying him. Safe to say it was a very awkward meeting when three days ago you bumped into him at the supermarket.

“Nanami?” You blurt out, stupidly staring at the blond tall man as if he has grown another head. He gives you a confused look before he greets you as politely as ever.

“Sorry for sounding weird,” you immediately try to explain yourself, “I thought you were also going with Satoru to that trip but I must’ve heard him wrong or something.” You try not to show any hint of emotion when he gives you another confused look and says, “I did go, the mission was cut short so we arrived yesterday. I thought you knew.”

For a very foolish, or maybe hopeful, moment you wanted to believe your boyfriend was just busy giving his report to those annoying higher ups he’s always whining about.

Unfortunately, you knew him better than to allow yourself to believe that.

So you decide to wait, that’s all you seem to be doing lately anyway, for him to choose to come home. To come home to you. While also doing the impossible of not giving in, grabbing your phone and reaching out to him and ask stupid questions like where is he, who is he with, why he still hasn’t come home.

Stupid questions because you know their answers, of course you do, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Sudden disappearances with no explanations, the once long texts and calls reduced to just the occasional hello, forgetting dates you both had already planned, his credit card purchases showing one too many gifts that you never received, lipstick stains on his shirts that could never be yours, you have never worn those shades of lipstick after all. But love is blind, love is stupid, love is forgiving that person over and over again because you don’t know what’s worse, them hurting you or the thought of never seeing them again. So you stay, despite the obvious lies that it’s all in your head cause he would never do that to you and the continuos heartbreaks, you stay.

Love is cruel.

Loving Gojo Satoru is cruel.

Life is cruel as well cause you are painfully well aware that you can’t bring yourself to hate him because, even as much as you want to, you can’t solely blame him for how toxic this has become. You have to admit it is also your fault, yours and your stupid stubborn heart that prefers the crumbs of a dead love you refuse to let go than learning to live a life without him in it.

After all, you open your eyes and turn your body to face him. Strands of that beautiful white hair of his fall to his face, his long eyelashes flutter softly and he snores softly, he is so cruelly and painfully beautiful, you lift your hand to caress him but you stop yourself just in time.

No matter how many times you tell yourself to let go and be over with this, you still love him, you love him so much it hurts.

And it will continue to hurt, cause maybe you’re just too weak to let him go or maybe he’s too much of a coward and a selfish bastard to not tell you the truth, he doesn’t love you, not anymore, not how he used to. Or maybe it’s both, but either way you won’t can’t let each other go.

[devildomwriter]

Satan & Cats Vol 1-4

21-14

Satan: “…The cleanup is going to be a nightmare.”

The floor is now littered with books which all seem to be about cats

Satan: *blushing* “Hey, why are you looking at me like that?”

MC: “Have you been cheating on me? …With cats?”

Satan: “If looking at pictures of cats in books counts as cheating on you, then…I guess? Heheh, are you actually jealous of the cats?”

21-14

MC: “Do you like cats that much?”

Satan: “Well, I wouldn’t collect books about something unless I like it, obviously.”

27-16

Cat: *HISSSSSS*

Satan: “Come on, it’s okay. Come here. If you get all angry like that, you’ll end up opening up that wound and making it worse, you know?”

Cat: *growl*…

Asmodeus: “Is that Satan with…a cat?”

27-16

MC: “What’s going on, Satan?”

Satan: “…! …Nothing. I just happened to spot a cat over here, that’s all.”

27-16

MC: “What’re you doing here?”

Satan: “What, is there some problem with me being here? I just happened to spot a cat over here, that’s all.”

29-7

Satan: “Go ahead, see if you can seduce me.”

MC: “Meow?”

Satan: *blushing* “…! …You pass.”

35-14

Satan: “That’s not MC. That’s a cat. It’s a newborn kitten that can’t find its mother, I’m sure of it. And it’s crying out, desperate for help…”

35-19

Satan: “No, I didn’t imagine it. I definitely heard something. It was the sound of a cat meowing.”

35-19

Satan: “I mean, think about it! If a tiny kitten who’s just opened it’s eyes started meowing at you in a weak, fragile voice, hungry and trembling with fear… Would you be able to resist the urge to scoop it up in your arms? Hm?”

Lucifer: “The rule here is “Do not touch.””

Satan: “I take responsibility for my actions. And I regret nothing I did…nothing.”

35-16 Hard

Lucifer: “Satan, when it comes to anything having to do with cats, you’re incapable of thinking rationally. That’s a problem, and it needs to change.

Satan: “…I regret nothing. I just like to help cats in need. That’s all.”

Lucifer: “You may not have regrets, but you still need to consider the consequences of your actions. First of all, anytime you happen upon a cat, you immediately decide to bring it home with you, which…”

39-15

Satan: “Oh, right. I heard you’ve got this place in your world known as “Cat Island.” …In Japan, I think. Have you hear of it? Because I’d really like to go check it out sometime. With you, naturally.”

41-9

MC: “Cat documentaries.”

Satan: *blushing* “Wait, what? You have documentaries about cats in the human world…? Oh, I want to see these documentaries. No, I have to see them. Actually, let’s watch them right now.”

42-16 Hard

Satan: “I don’t believe it…”

Asmodeus: “Satan, do you recognize this thing?”

Satan: “I do. I’ve seen one of these on DevilTube. There was a cat riding on it.”

46-7

MC: *Put on the cat ears*

Lucifer: “The cat ears? How exactly are those supposed to help…”

Satan: *gasp*…!

Satan takes 222 damage.

Beelzebub: “The cat ears actually worked…”

Lucifer: “…Huh?”

Solomon: “Still, they barely did any damage at all. The Demon Lord Satan has 870,000 HP total.”

Lucifer: “Damn…! Someone get us a real cat, and fast!”

47-9

Satan: “I was planning to spend the day thinking up new cat video hashtags to search on Devilgram…”

47-17

Satan: “I also want to get home soon…so I can watch more cat videos… I can’t wait to watch my cat videos…”

47-19

Satan: “I’d like to head back soon, too. I want to watch cat videos on Devilgram. …So bad it’s killing me.”

47-19

Lucifer: “Uh oh, the TV screen… It’s showing video footage of cats now! Be strong, Satan! Don’t give in to them!”

Satan: “…!”

Leviathan: “Oh no, we’re really in trouble now! It’s a group of sleepy kittens…and they’re starting to doze off!” *gasp* “…look! They’re all nestled up against each other and are falling asleep…!”

Satan: “They’re… They’re so cute…”

48-12

Asmodeus: “What are you looking at, Satan? …What am I saying? As if I even need to ask. You’re watching cat videos, aren’t you?”

Satan: “I’ve never thought of searching the hashtag “FrolickingWithADuck” before. Wow, have I been missing out… And don’t you just love this one too, Asmo? “FriendsWithAHamster.””

48-A

Satan: “What I wouldn’t give to be able to watch a nice, soothing cat video right now…”

49-10

Satan: “And a Pretty Kitty special to go with that.”

Simeon: “…Wait. What did you just say? They want a Pretty Kitty Special…?”

Satan: “Yeah. It’s a new menu item I came up with. They’re pancakes in the shape of a cat’s paw. They’re soft, fluffy, and flavored with maple syrup. These are guaranteed to become the café’s signature dish.”

Simeon: “Ahaha… They really are cute…”

Mammon: “Man, he’s sure is crazy about cats.”

49-12

Luke: “Aha… Looks like we found Satan. Hmm, he’s staring at his tablet with a really serious look on his face. I wonder what he’s doing… Trying to understand the current economic conditions in the human world? Or studying a foreign language, maybe? Wow, he really is committed to the pursuit of knowledge…”

Mammon: “Nope, wrong. That’s the face he makes when he’s watchin’ cat videos.”

Luke: “Watching cat videos…?”

49-12

Satan: “As you can see, I’m busy.”

Mammon: “Busy?! You’re just sittin’ here watching cat videos!”

49-12

Luke: “…! Right! Right, exactly. Simeon’s totally obsessed with the cat cafes they have here in the human world! He’s now seriously considering turning the Angel’s Halo into a cat café as well…!”

Mammon: “For real?”

Luke: “Shhh! Quiet, Mammon! Which is why we’ve come to you. As a cat lover, we were really hoping you could advise Simeon… And you know…to do that, you’d need to understand how the business is run, right? And what better way than by working there part-time?!”

Satan: “Why didn’t you say that to begin with? In that case, I’m glad to help.”

49-12

MC: “You know, every day cats show up at the café…”

Satan: “Cats…?”

Luke: “…! Right! Right, exactly. Really, really cute cats…kittens, in fact!”

Satan: “Did you say kittens?”

Luke: “Mmhm. Three of them…actually, wait. Maybe it was five?”

Satan: “Five kittens…”

Luke: “They always show up as soon as they get hungry, and we feed them! Wow, they’re just adorable! They like to hang out in front of the café and play. When they wrestle, it’s like little balls of fur rolling around!”

Satan: “Let’s go. Now.”

Luke: “…Huh?”

Satan: “You said you needed someone to work at the café, right? I want to let Simeon know I’m interested before he gives someone else the job.”

49-12

Satan: “Looking forward to working with you.”

Simeon: “Likewise! I have to say, you’re a lifesaver. I feel much better knowing you’ll be here.”

Satan: “Okay, so…let’s talk cats.”

Simeon: “…Excuse me? Cats?”

51-4

???: *meooow*

Satan: “Just a second, all right? I’m on the phone. Calm down.”

???: *meooooow*

???: *mrooowr*

Satan: “Ow! …Hey, don’t climb onto my shoulder. Quit digging into me with your claws!”

???: *rrraaaar*

???: *hiss*

Satan: “Whoa, hey! Da Vinci…Michelangelo! No fighting!”

51-7

Satan: “You see, I was in the middle of testing out a new flavor to add to our drinks…That’s when the cats started going crazy…and long story short, I ended up wearing the flavoring instead of tasting it.”

Simeon: “You know, that wouldn’t have happened it you hadn’t let them into the café to begin with…”

Satan: “Well, can you blame me? They’re such an improvement. I mean, what’s a café without cats?”

Simeon: “Right. That’s my first point of confusion, actually. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Simeon: “Anyway, don’t blame me when Barbatos makes you pay for this later. He looked QUITE angry about being forced into filling in for you at the café.”

Satan: “I mean, he should be happy, right? He’s surrounded by cats, after all. Sounds great to me.”

52-19

Satan: “I do like cats, sure. But you know I don’t have a pet cat, right?”

52-A

Leviathan: “Well, apparently he was in charge of yesterday’s cleanup, which was a total nightmare. Something about there being cats everywhere? I don’t really know what the deal was.”

Lucifer: “So this was another one of Satan’s messes, then…”

52-C

Satan: “They’re gone! I don’t see them anywhere! Where’d they go?! My little Monet! Da Vinci! Munch! Rembrandt! Vermeer…!”

Barbatos: “Ah, looking for that group of cats with the fancy names? I returned them to the various witches and sorcerers that owned them. They’re back home now.”

Satan: “Wh…what…?!”

52-C

Solomon: “Satan, get ahold of yourself. This is no time to be standing there in a stupor because the cats are gone.”

Satan: “…Yeah…yeah, I know.”

52-16 Hard

Satan: “But I’m waiting on a little friend of mine, a cat, who’s going to show up outside on the terrace soon. They’re looking forward to some tasty kitty treats courtesy of Satan.”

52-16 Hard

Satan: “…MC. If a white cat shows up on the terrace outside, do you think you could feed them a few treats in my place?”

53-14

…a movie about three adorable cats who set off on a journey together starts playing…

Satan: *blushing* “Wh…! …It’s a black and white bicolor, a tortoiseshell, and a tabby… and they’re relaxing in the sun, all curled up against each other. That’s so…so cute!”

53-14

Satan: “Those cats are so cute…”

58-15

Lucifer: “My hobby is music, whereas you prefer reading, don’t you? And you love cats, but if I had to pick one or the other, I’d go with dogs.”

58-16 Hard

Lucifer: “…I just got a call from Barbatos. From what he says, Diavolo suddenly transformed into a cat just now.”

Leviathan: “C…come again…?!”

Belphegor: “You say Lord Diavolo…turned into a cat…?”

Leviathan: “Ooh…not that… That’s treading on the most sacred of sacred ground…”

Satan: “Okay, what type of cat did he turn into exactly? I’m curious to know the breed and color of its fur. Are there pictures?”

59-1

Satan: “I was trying to say it can ALSO be used as a vehicle for cats, even though it was designed to be a vacuum cleaner.”

Leviathan: “Oh no…uh-uh! That’s a lie, and you know it. You were totally convinced it was a thing cats ride on!”

59-4

Satan: “Crowe, play the theme song to “Another Purrrfect Day for Kitties in the Devildom.” At max volume, please.”

60-22

Satan: “…There are several cats who come by the manor for food each day. Make sure to take care of them for me. If you’re on the job, I feel like I can rest easy knowing they’ll be okay. But keep in touch. Let me know how the cats are doing every day. Got it? Every day.”

60-22

Satan: “…Anytime you want to give me a ring, do it. It doesn’t have to be about cats.”

63-9

Satan: “You told me to come, so here I am. But I don’t see any cat—“

Mammon: “MEOW!”

Satan: “…?!”

Mammon: “Meoooow!”

Satan: “What the…? What’s going on?”

63-9

Satan: “…He looks like Mammon, but he sounds like a cat…”

Mammon: “Meow meow meow!”

Satan: “…Come here, you. Who’s a good kitty, hm?”

Mammon: *hiss*!

Satan: “Aww, there’s no need to be frightened. Come here, it’s okay.”

Mammon: *HISSSSSS!*

Belphegor: “…I guess Satan just loves all cats no matter what?”

63-11

Belphegor: “Satan said he’s going to hang out with Mammon for a while. Apparently he enjoys watching cat-Mammon play with cat toys.”

64-A

Satan: “Because the truth is that I don’t want to be stuck here with cat-Mammon, either.”

Mammon: “Meow?!”

Satan: *blushing* “But every time he starts meowing at me, I feel this urge to keep playing with him. I can’t help myself.”

64-A

Mammon: “Meow meow meow meow meoow!”

Satan: “…!”

Mammon: *purr* “mrrooow.”

Satan: *blushing* “Gr…so cute. I know it’s Mammon, but he’s just too cute…!”

67-14

MC: “Cats, books, number four.”

Luke: “Cats, books, number four? That has to be Satan!”

67-17

Lucifer: “By the way, Satan…you forgot your “cat cookies” back at the house. You know, those cat treats you normally carry around with you everywhere. I grabbed them and brought them with me. Here.”

Satan: “Oh, thanks.”

68-19

The sorcerer MC commands you…Come forth, feline… Satan: “What the…?!”

Cat: “Meooow!”

Satan: *gasp* “You’re… YOU’RE SO CUTE! Come here, kitty! How’d you like some cat treats?”

70-15

MC: “A cat!”

Leviathan: “Can you summon a cat here, MC?”

MC: “The sorcerer MC commands you! Come forth, feline…

Cat: “Meooow.”

Satan: “…! What’s going on? Where’d you come from, little guy?”

75-12

Luke: “Satan, are you planning on drinking that milk off of a plate? Wouldn’t you prefer a cup?”

Satan: “Oh, um. Yeah, I find it’s easier this way.”

Luke: “Aha… …What do you think, MC?”

MC: “I’m thinking that’s for a cat.”

Luke: “Yep, my thoughts exactly.”

Or

MC: “He’s taking that to a cat, isn’t he…”

Luke: “So you were thinking the same thing I was, huh?”

Or

MC: “That has to be for a cat!”

Luke: “You wouldn’t think that Satan would be so easy to read, but sometimes he is…”

Satan: “Wh…what? Why are you two looking at me like that?”

75-12

Satan: “On the way home from school, a kitten came up and started rubbing up against me! So I took it home! And I’m secretly keeping it in my room!”

76-2

Asmodeus: “MC showed us the pictures of you as a puppy. You were just adorable!”

Mammon: “Wh…! MC! I told ya to keep that a secret!”

Asmodeus: “That was the result of a failed potions experiment on your part, right?”

Beelzebub: “Mammon looked pretty cute in that picture.”

Satan: “Yeah. So much so that I started thinking a dog might actually make a good pet. You know what a cat demon I am. I thought I was going insane.”

80-19

Leviathan: “A cat bookmark? Aww, Satan, isn’t that cute…” *nudge* Satan: “MC and I bought a matching pair of them when I went up to the human world that one time.”

80-19

Satan: “That was a really nice gift shop, they had all sorts of cat-themed stuff. We should go there again the next time we get a chance, MC.”

[parkerrogersgirl]

Birds of a Feather- Chapter 3

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: you're stationed at Top Gun with your brother's long time best friend/your forever crush, Bradley. When you finally realized that your feelings were unrequited, you settled for Adrian. But what happens when Rooster reveals the truth about the man you thought loved you endlessly?

A/N: HI GUYS! I'M BACK!! Again, if y'all didn't see my post earlier, I am very sorry for the long hiatus, I have had no motivation. But! This is one of 3 new chapters this week! Please enjoy, reblog, and give feedback! This is not beta read

Warnings: fluff, pining, cheating, language, angst

Word Count: 1,460

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Reader’s POV

You wake up the next morning feeling more well-rested than you have in months. Leaving Adrian last night had given you such peace of mind that you were finally able to fall asleep without worrying about the man next to you. As you wake, you realize there’s an arm around your waist, but it feels different than it usually does. You feel safe. Warm. You slowly reach down and put a hand on top of the one across your belly. You hear a groan and feel stirring behind you.

“Morning, sweet girl,” he says against your hair before ruffling it, “how’d you sleep?”

You stretch for a moment and sit up, turning to look at him, “I slept wonderfully. I don’t remember the last time that happened. Thank you for everything you did for me last night.”

He puts a hand on your knee, “well, since Mav gave us yesterday off, we have to go in today. It’s pretty early, but if you want to take a shower, I’ll make us coffee and breakfast. Take your time.” He kisses your forehead and gets out of bed, leaving you to your thoughts as you bring yourself to take a shower. Once the water is a temperature akin to the surface of the sun, you step in and let the extremely hot water wash away all of the drama.

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Rooster’s POV

Once he’s changed into his flight suit, Bradley goes downstairs and starts on breakfast. As someone who can’t actually cook, he figures pancakes are the easiest option that he won’t mess up. As he assembles all of the ingredients, he lets his mind wander to last night. Now that Adrian was out of the picture, how long should he wait before he confessed his feelings? There’s probably not a statute of limitations on dating your best friend after a bad breakup, right? You had told him things had been “off” for a while. Were you giving permission? Or were you just venting? If he did tell you, would you be okay with it? Would you leave and go stay with someone else?

He hears you coming down the stairs as he finishes plating the pancakes, and resolves to tell you after work. Enough had happened yesterday that needed to be processed on its own, and you needed to be able to focus on work. He could wait.

“ROOSTER! You know you’re not allowed to cook!” You shout from the doorway to the kitchen, rushing over to see the damage. 

He rolls his eyes, “listen, smartass. Pancakes are easy. I only burnt the first two, and I tossed them so you didn’t have to eat them. Now sit down and eat your goddamn breakfast before I take it back and bring it into work. I’m sure the Daggers would love my cooking. They’ll eat anything.” He brings the plate to the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, and you sit down and take a bite, immediately recoiling.

“Roo, you’re my best friend, but I don’t even think Payback and Coyote would eat these. What did you do?” You grab a paper towel from the roll on the counter and spit out your bite.

“What are you talking about? They’re fine.” He grabs one off the plate and takes a bite, then gags. “Jesus CHRIST what happened to these?” He grabs the box of pancake mix and starts scanning it for clues. 

You grab it from him and look at the top flap, gasping, “BRADLEY THIS PANCAKE MIX EXPIRED A YEAR AGO!” 

He shrugs and grins sheepishly, “coffee? I’ll buy.”

You grab your work bag, badge, and phone, then toss him his keys, “damn right you will.”

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In the car, Rooster isn’t sure what to talk about after your coffee stop. He can’t tell you how gorgeous you look in your uniform. Your long, blonde hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and your flight suit is perfectly smoothed over. It’s still early enough that the sun is still coming up, and the light on your face is hypnotizing. Of course, Rooster is having these thoughts at a red light, and doesn’t notice when it changes to green. Nor does he notice the car behind him honking at him.

“Hello? Rooster? Green light, dude.” You wave a hand in front of his face and he shakes himself back to reality.

“Sorry, I spaced out,” he says as he continues driving. “Do you know what we’re flying today?”

“No idea. I just hope Hangman takes it easy on me today. I hate it when his WSO is out. Flying with him sucks.” 

He shoots you a sympathetic look as he pulls in to the gate and shows the security officer both of your badges, then pulls through in the direction of the hangar. “Do you want me to talk to him for you?”

“Oh my God, no. Don’t you dare. I’m dealing with enough, I don’t need him finding out I’m single and harassing me for my number. I’ll just sing Chappell Roan in my head or something.” 

He parks and you both head over to the building, and you hear your callsign echo from somewhere to your left. You both turn your head and roll your eyes. Of course Hangman would find you before you’d finished your coffee.

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Reader’s POV

As you watch Hangman jog over to you, you start chugging your very strong coffee as fast as you can. 

“Jake, please. It’s so early and I’m not in the mood.”

He smirks as he reaches you, “what’s wrong, darlin’? I just came over to offer my condolences.”

You wince, “condolences for what?”

“Well, Adrian came by Hard Deck last night. Imagine my surprise when he was looking for you because you left him.”

“Yeah, Hangman, I left him. As in, no longer together. So just tell me what you want,” you tell him as you head to the locker room to put your bag up.

He pulls you to him before you can enter the locker room, “I was hoping you’d let me take you out for a celebratory dinner. And then an even more celebratory breakfast the next morning.”

“What exactly are we celebrating?” You try to pull away, but he’s got a hand on your arm. 

“You finally being single, I’ve been waiting for this.” 

You reach down and remove his hand from your arm, and you decide you’ve had enough. “You know what, Hangman? I am so, so sick of this shit. I’m not going to go out with you. Why do you think you’ve never gotten any luck with anyone in the Navy? It’s because we all know what kind of person you are. You’re an incredible pilot. There’s no question about that. But the way you treat people is the reason you have no fucking friends. Ever think you’d have better luck if you changed everything about yourself?”

“I just-”

“Jake, leave her alone,” you hear over your shoulder. You turn your head and see Rooster towering over you, “she’s going through a lot and she doesn’t need you all over her ass.”

“Alright, whatever. See you in the air,” Jake says as he scoffs and walks away. Once he’s gone, Bradley pulls you into a hug. It’s not as tight as the one yesterday, but it’s somehow better. You feel… safe. And the only thing you can think is that you want to feel this way with Bradley every day forever. 

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After a grueling day of flying with Jake, who wouldn’t speak to you unless it was an instruction, you shower in the locker room and go out to wait by Bradley’s Bronco. You were usually out first, but he’s already standing next to the rear bumper in his civvies.

“Ready? I was thinking we’d pick up some pizza and beer.” 

You high five him before making your way to the passenger’s side, “what a guy,” you say lovingly as you hop in. You order the pizza on your phone, then make a stop at a convenience store for beers before going to pick it up. 

Once you get to Bradley’s, you go straight to the living room and put the pizza and beer on the table. You hear him rummaging around in the kitchen and grab the remote, hoping to choose something before he comes back in the room. You successfully choose “Alien,” just to see how much Bradley will let you get away with in your state. You queue it up on the Netflix screen as Bradley walks in with extra ranch and marinara and sets it on the table. He sits next to you, looks at the TV, then back at you. 

“Actually, can we talk about something?”

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was wondering if you could write something (whether a one-shot or a multiple chapters if you feel inspired) about a hotchniss affair where hotch is still married but his marriage isn’t like falling apart like it is most of the other fics with this plot. emily’s dirty self likes that he’s married and is fine with it being a casual arrangement. dom hotch and the usual angsty kinky nonsense.

A/N: Hi everyone! Another Hotchniss multi-chapter fic is coming your way based on asks from Tumblr. I would also like to add, that I do NOT condone cheating, I’m a firm believer that if you’re going to cheat then just break up. But with that said, I got this request and I ran with it, because I immediately got a multi chapter story idea. (And for some reason I excuse these two cheating because they’re meant to be.) I also am very aware that cheating isn’t everyone’s thing so please don’t read this if it triggers you, but to those of you who might, please let me know what you think because I need to know if I should continue this or not. Happy reading!

Title: Love like mine (1/11) Chapter title: Sugar on my lips, all it takes is one hit Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,4k Rating: Explicit   Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, dirty talk, fingering, cheating

Aaron was never the type of man who had affairs, was never the type of man who saw the appeal of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t notice beautiful women, it wasn’t that he hadn’t had numerous opportunities to be unfaithful, but it wasn’t him.

Until her.

She walks into his office at a time when he’s feeling out of control in his life and the attraction was instant. Her dark eyes and a smile that held a secret in it, the way her hand squeezed his as she greeted him something that was practiced to perfection. She radiated confidence, until he turned her away. That’s when he saw it, the flash of determination and he knew the woman before him was unlike most others he’d known.

He’s proven right when she’s waiting for him as he gets back from a case days later and when he agrees for her to stay he can see that same look of determination in her eyes.

When he drove home that night, he couldn’t stop thinking her, that should have been his first warning.

Emily never imagined herself lusting after a married man, had never thought of herself as a cheater or someone’s mistress. But the first time she shakes his hand she couldn’t shake the feeling of want, something primal, something she hadn’t experienced before. Even as a gold band gleamed back at her from the way his hand rested at his side, she wanted him. She should care more that he’s married, she knows she should, but for some reason she doesn’t.

Instead it only makes her want him more.

He was something forbidden, something off limits in more ways than one. It doesn’t help that he’s blatantly dismissing her in the beginning, because to her it only makes him more of a challenge. She knew she was smart and capable, knew she was an asset to the team and when she proves herself time and time again, she can feel his eyes on her. He looks at her with some type of fascination, like she’s some kind of enigma he wants to figure out.

And she had no problem letting him.

It’s been a few months of working together when she touches him with purpose for the first time, her fingers ghosting over the top of his hand as she’s handing him the file in her hand. He notices, an eyebrow raising in question and she doesn’t look away, only lets the corner of her mouth lift into a wry kind of smile.

“Have a good night, Hotch.” 

“You too.” He says, voice low and raspy and Emily imagines what he would sound as she wrenched pleasure from his body.

Aaron watches her leave his office with a deep ache in his gut, desire and guilt twisting together as he does. It’s a feeling he’s grown used to, because his attraction towards his subordinate was unmistakable. But he wasn’t a cheater, he reminded himself.

The second time she lets herself touch him, he’s helping her practice for her firearms exam. She didn’t really need the help, she was an excellent shot, but he had offered and she didn’t turn him away. He’s correcting her stance, helps her square her shoulders and she’s sure his hands are warm enough to burn through her shirt. It makes her want to squeeze her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.

“Are you ready?” He asks over her shoulder and she’s sure he doesn’t need to stand as close to her as he does. It makes her shiver, his proximity making her mind hazy.

She refocuses on the gun in her hand and fires, hits the target dead center and as she turns her head back to look at him, she moves her hips back just enough to press quickly against his.

It's just a second, but it’s enough and Aaron backs away without a word. But she doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger on her body as she turns back to fire again.

They don’t talk about it, the attraction that only seems to get worse between them, even after longing stares and innuendos hidden in conversations.

The third time there’s no mistaking what she’s doing. It’s reckless, some would even call it stupid. They’re out at a bar, all of them except Jason, and she’s spent the night talking to Haley, his wife, and still she goes after him as he excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

She shouldn’t, but she doesn’t care. She hadn’t cared from the start and with alcohol in her system it seemed liked the last of her resolve had faded. He doesn’t expect it, so it’s easy for her to push him into a dark corner, away from the team, away from Haley.

“What are you doing Prentiss?” He huffs as he looks around them for anybody they know.

“Do you love her?” She asks, one hand pressed against his chest and her breath against his face.

“I do.” He answers and for some reason it makes her lip curl into a smile and she leans into his body, lets his feel her chest against his and her lips against his ear.

“That’s too bad.” She whispers and he closes his eyes tight in a vein attempt to ignore the pull of arousal in his groin. When he opens them again, she’s gone, already heading back towards the table they had been sitting at.

And he knows he’s screwed.

They’re called away that same night, and it’s a case that will haunt all of them for a long time. After the case is closed and they’ve all landed back in DC, he can’t go home. He’s too wound up, too angry, too much of everything he can’t bring home to his wife. He’s feeling out of control again, a feeling he cannot stand.

It doesn’t surprise him that he ends up sitting in his car outside of her apartment building. It’s been months leading up to this moment, months of barely concealed want toward the brunette with dark eyes and a smile hiding a secret. He debates with himself for minutes, counts every reason why he shouldn’t go into that building, and yet, his body seems to have a mind of its own. Somehow this feels like he’s taking some control back.

He leans against her doorframe after he’s knocked, knows that to anybody else he probably looks imposing as he stands there. But not to her.

She opens the door with a look of understanding, something close to smug as she mimics his stand and leans against the frame too.

“It’s late.” She says and the way the brown eyes gleam with satisfaction causes the familiar stirring in his abdomen.

“I know.” He pushes past her into the apartment and takes his coat off without prompting. “I couldn’t go home.” When he turns to look at her again, she has closed the door and is leaning against it.

“Let me guess, you had a fight with your wife and you came here?” She studies him as he takes two long steps towards her, crowding her space as he stands too close.

“No, I didn’t have a fight with my wife but it didn’t stop me from coming here anyways.” The way his voice has dropped low makes heat flare in her belly, because she knew she was about to get everything she had wanted since that first day in his office. He’s staring down at her, towering over her without her heels. His pupils are dilated, lips parted and when he licks his bottom lip she wants to tug that same lip between her teeth.

“Why?” She whispers and suddenly his hands are on her hips, pushing her harder against the door as she gasps.

“You know why.” He lets his lips ghost against hers as he keeps her pinned against the door. “Should I leave?”

“Probably.” She lets out a breathy, humorless chuckle as her hand comes to rest on the back of his neck, her fingers gripping the short hair there. “But you don’t want to.”

“Let me get two things straight.” He moves his hands from her hips and grips her wrists tightly. When she willingly follows his movements as he pins them above her head, he smiles at the rush it gives him. “One, if we do this, I’m the one in charge.” She sucks in a breath and Aaron feels another rush of arousal tingle down his spine as she nods. “And two, I’m not leaving Haley, do not expect me to.”

“You think I believe in fairytales and happy endings?” She snickers but his hands tighten around her wrists. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret.”

It’s another second of his eyes staring into hers, another second of deliberation. But the line is already crossed, even if he walks away he knows he’ll end up right back where they are. Because he wanted this, wanted her.

When he kisses her, he hears the soft mewl coming from her and he presses even closer to her. His tongue pries her lips apart and she succumbs to him almost too easily. But then he feels the way she bites down on his bottom lip, hard, and he pulls back with a hiss.

The smirk on her lips matches the filthy look in her eye when he looks down at her again and even if he wasn’t already sure about this, the way she was looking right then would be his undoing. She’s still pinned against the door, her cheeks are the softest shade of pink, her breathing already ragged and he bites back groan.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me?” Her voice is thick with arousal when she speaks, her words falling in soft puffs against his cheek as she does. “Didn’t think you’d be so passive.” The way he all put crashes his lips against hers makes her entire body heat up.

“So you like pushing buttons outside of the office too I see.” He mumbled against her mouth as he lets go of her wrists, only to pull her flush against him. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Their clothes fall in messy piles as they move towards her bedroom, hands are searching, lips are tasting, and by the time they’re upstairs Emily is completely naked and reaching for his boxers. He lets her push them down, but as she makes a move to kneel on the floor, his fingers tightens around her waist and he pushes her down on the bed. His eyes rake over the pale skin and soft curves, catches the metallic gleam in the soft lights and realizes that her nipples are pierced. He groans at the sight, takes in rosy nipples and the flush that’s spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She was just as beautiful as he had imagined.

“What are you waiting for?” She breathes as she moves further up on the bed and to her satisfaction he follows her with a look close to wild, barely restrained want reflecting back at her.

“You’re very impatient.” He mumbles against her ear, one hand moving between them to hike her leg up. She’s more flexible than he thought. “We’ll work on that.” The low rumble of his voice vibrates against her and she bites back a moan. He keeps her leg around his waist as he moves down her body to suck one of her nipples, his groan muffled against soft skin as his tongue rakes over the piercing. Then he moves to the other one, bites down gently as she arches into his touch with a sigh.

“Hotch I-” Her words are cut off by his fingers moving between her legs, thick fingers almost too rough against her clit, circling slowly as he lifts his head and watches with a grin as her jaw goes slack and her head falls back. “Fuck me.” She gasps, she had wanted this for months, she couldn’t imagine waiting another moment.

“Not yet.” He snickers at the way she almost whines in disappointment, the sound quickly changing to a guttural moan when he pushes two thick fingers inside of her. Her walls cling to his fingers, hot and slick and he bites down on her neck to keep his own groan at bay. He curls his fingers, pushes them deeper and scissors them until she gasps and her fingers dig into his shoulder. “There it is.” The satisfaction in his voice as she grinds into his hand is unmistaken and he watches as her eyes flutter closed and she bites her bottom lip hard to keep from being too loud.

The sound of her slick was obscene, would make her feel embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. Her leg is still hooked around his waist, her hips moving up to get even more friction and as the pressure in the pit of her stomach builds, she can’t do much else but to cling to him. She could hear him, mumbling praise against her ear, felt his lips and tongue as he kissed, liked and bit down on her neck. He was everywhere and she was finally getting what she had been craving for so long.

“I’m close.” Her voice sounds foreign in her ears, raspy and low and it makes him smile into her neck.

“You’re clenching my fingers so good, I can’t wait to feel you get this tight on my cock.” When she moans in response he grins, the power rush of having Emily like this, desperate and pliant and yearning, close to maddening. “Is that what you want? To have me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name? To make you come until you’re begging me to stop?” He grinds the palm of his hand against her clit and pushes his fingers harder inside of her.

“Yes, yesyesyes!” She cries out as she falls over the edge, her orgasm intense enough to make her entire body strain as the pleasure takes her over. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, moves his fingers until she’s heaving for breath and loud moans turns into softer whimpers.

Aaron couldn’t believe how absolutely stunning she was as she gave into him, his eyes fastened on the way her face tensed in pleasure, how her eyes rolled back as she completely succumbed to him. And he knew he needed to see it again.

“Let’s do that again.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her. Her tongue quickly found his, so focused on his lips on hers that she barely registered how he shifted above her. It wasn’t until the tip of him was notching against her entrance that she pulled away from his lips.

“I’m clean, and on the pill.” She whispered to his wordless question as both her legs wrapped around his hips. “Fuck me like you haven’t fucked your wife in years.”

Her words should make him angry, but they only turn him on, some twisted sense of depravity settling in his gut. And with that, he pushes forward, a grunt on his lips as he feels her slick walls around him.

“Fuck.” He groans, forehead falling onto her shoulder as he lets himself enjoy the way she feels around him. Hot, wet, tight. When he starts to move it’s with none of the care he usually takes, it’s rough and hard and then Emily is gasping against his neck, her labored breaths clammy against his skin. “Tell me how it feels.” He hisses against her ear, his teeth biting down on the lobe.

“So good.” She moans as her heels dig into his ass, wanting him deeper. “You’re huge.” When she feels him smile into her neck she clenches around him, not wanting him to think he has all the power.

“I know baby.” It was dumb, the pride he felt at her words, but they weren’t untrue and he knew that. “You’re taking my cock so well, you’re so good for me.”

The bed creaks with their movements, mixing with their breathless moans and groans. Hands move over sweaty skin, lips find new places to taste and kiss. It’s messy, filthy, exactly like she had imagined it would be. She comes again with his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit with precise movements. When she gasps his name she can feel the way his hips stutter.

He doesn’t let her come down, keeps her beneath him as his fingers move faster over her clit, his hips strong against hers even as he feels his own release getting closer.

“Look what a good girl you are for me.” He muses as she trembles from overstimulation, her hands twisted in sheets to keep from digging into his skin. Her dark eyes are hazy and heavy-lidded when they meet his and he swears he’s never seen something sexier than Emily Prentiss, drunk on him. “You like that huh? Being good for me?”

“Don’t get used to it.” She sees the satisfied smirk on his lips, knew that he liked the challenge and she wouldn’t be giving in to him like this every time, no matter what he thought. “I want you to come in me, I want to feel the ache of you tomorrow.” She feels his fingers speed up even more against her clit, his hips jerking against hers and she whimpers.

“Filthy thing.” He groans before crashing his lips against hers. It’s messy, teeth clashing and more tongue than lips but the taste of her is enough to send him over the edge. The sound that leaves him as he comes is stuck somewhere between a howl and a growl, her name a snarl on his lips as he gives in to the pleasure of his orgasm.

The heat of his release is enough to make her come for a third time, his fingers still on her clit dragging it out until she’s twitching away from his touch. He’s panting above her, his body heavy and sweaty as he collapses on top of her, after-shocks making him twitch against her. She gently strokes her hand over his back, gives him a few moments to come down before nudging him off her.

“That was better than I thought it would be.” He doesn’t sound guilty, doesn’t look it either and Emily wonders if it would stay that way. Wonders if maybe in the morning he would think back to this moment and regret it. She wouldn’t be surprised if he did, but something in her told her that this was only the beginning.

“Really? I had no doubts about how good we would be at this.” She flashes him a smile and he laughs, something that’s louder than she expected but she found that she liked.

“You really are a minx aren’t you?” He rests his head against her pillow as she nods. He knows that he needs to go, it was getting too late to be able to explain his absence to Haley. Like she could read his mind she sat up, unashamed of her naked body as she leaned against the headboard.

“It’s getting late, you should go.” She thinks that he wants to stay, that he doesn’t want her to feel used, and she quickly adds. “I’ll see you tomorrow Hotch.”

Aaron looks at her for another moment before getting up to dress. It’s not awkward, in fact it feels easy, almost normal as he pulls his pants up and buttons his shirt.

“Do we need to talk about this?” He asks as he ties his tie.

“If this was a one-time thing, then that’s all it was. Like I said, I don’t believe in fairytales and happy endings.” It’s wrong, what they did, what they’ve been doing for months. But she knew that, had always known that and it didn’t stop her.

“I don’t think this was a one-time thing.” He leans over the bed, hands on either side of her as he speaks lowly, a look of certainty on his face before he kisses her.

She accepts the kiss he stamps against her lips in some sort of fucked up promise that this wasn’t the end.

[quillkiller]

wait tell me more about fwb moonwater…..

ok so. this started as a conversation between me and my beloved sude @stillagoodwitch and then me and @sugarsnappeases couldn’t let it go..

also it started because me and sude hate moonwater and are wolfstar ride or dies who like to make regulus suffer :/ so i hope ur not expecting loving and sweet moonwater

regulus studies abroad. im thinking france or berlin ?? he’s doing academic resesrch all throughout europe and just never returns home

he meets remus and they start working/studying together because they’re very academically compatible. remus thinks regulus is hot. regulus thinks remus is hot. so they start fucking. there’s never really any feelings involve buy like they do like each other and they are friends

sirius is coming to visit :/ and this is how it all started. as ive said before it physically pains me to ship either remus or sirius with anyone but each other so we were like How do people write them in other pairings and then go about introducing them in a platonic setting ???? like how is remus going to date regulus and then meet his brother and not fall in love with him… no disrespect to moonwater shippers. i even see the potential. this is literally just a me problem

anyway. sirius is coming to visit for like a week. reg and sirius dont see each other that often. regs excited and sirius is excited ! but they’re also both worried and axious <3 bc they almost always end their visits on somewhat bad terms

reg and remus are working pretty closely together. i dont really know what they’re working on but i know they have to spend a lot of time together. so naturally reg invites remus to dinner with him and sirius. thinking remus can work as a bit of s buffer between them

sirius and remus meet and well. they fall in love in every universe i dont know what to tell you. it was written in the stars. remus thought he lucked out with the youngest black and now he meets the older black who’s so smart and sexy and rough around the edges and so very pretty and so very lovely and who looks delectable and who’s batting his eyelashes at remus without really meaning to. there’s just tension between them immediately. remus is so upset he didnt meet sirius first. sirius is upset because he can’t flirt with someone his brother is sleeping with

lots of late night conversations after regulus has fallen asleep. them meeting in the kitchen in the middle of the night. they’re thirsty or hungry or whatever. they’re smoking together. getting to know each other. always in the middle of the night. and they’re not really breaking any rules but they’re also not telling regulus about it so it feels like they’re breaking rules. neither of them want to name the reason why they cant let regulus know

sirius hates himself because that’s his little brother. he’s supposed to be better. he’s also supposed to want to be better. but he also resents him a bit. resents him for defending their parents. resents him for moving abroad. resents him for not taking his side. and he loves him more than anything but they come from a home where you had to fight cheat and steal to get things you wanted. and he wants remus but he loves regulus. but he already has regulus. he’ll always have regulus because regulus will always be his brother. a fate neither of them can escape. he’ll always love regulus because he can’t help it. he loves him when he hates him

they had to fight cheat and steal to get what they wanted but in addition to that they would also always have more than they ever needed. <- an excuse sirius uses to excuse his feelings for remus. regulus has his studies, friends, a life he likes, money, a nice flat and endless opportunities. he has more than he’ll ever need and sirius wants remus.

i also love this au because it’s such a character study of both black brothers and their nastier traits. how fucked up they are and how much they love each other but how being kind to each other doesn’t come naturally. how selfishness and greed is rooted in both of them

and! i love this au because its such an interesting remus study. how he’s also a bit fucked up and selfish and greedy. he knows he’s homewrecking a family but he just cant let sirius go. he’s not used to getting what he wants in life so when it’s presented he wont turn it down. a normal person would probably extract themselves from the situation but he DOESNT

^ because in no universe will sirius or remus ever be normal about each other. they’ll never not be completely unhinged about the other ever … and that is what i love about them.. they’d both do morally fucked up things to get to each other every single time. so remus can look past sirius fucking over his brother, and sirius can look past remus fucking over someone he was ’dating’

there were never any romantic feelings between regulus and remus and regulus is genuinely not that upset about losing him. its his brother. its all about his big brother and how he always gets what he wants. regulus couldnt care less about losing remus, but he’ll never forgive sirius. and that’s okay because there’s lots of things they’ll never forgive each other for. they still love each other because they cant help it. they’re the only ones who understand and that’s fine. they’ve done unforgivable things to each other but they’ll never hate each other more than they love each other. it all comes back to how deeply they understand each other no matter how often they wish they didn’t

so regulus doesn’t talk to sirius for a year and sirius doesn’t try to reach out. until one day sirius gets a phone call and remus has all but moved in with him at this point. sirius ends the call with ’okay, miss you, too’

who was that?

regulus

your brother?

no the other person i know called regulus

but? i—, shouldn’t he like hate you forever or something?

he’s my brother. he already hates me forever

END SCENE <3

[meiissblog]

Another life part 2 1/2 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM @stsg-losers thank you for this amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

~ Another life 🤍 ~

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

⚠️ SMUT ⚠️

This chapter is 18+ ONLY.

Because this is the smut chapter, this part of the story is going to be a bit shorter than usual.

The little bit of story Included in this chapter will be recapped at the beginning of the next chapter! So go anyone who doesn’t like smut see you next chapter and minors skip this entirely.

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Y/N POV:

The day of the concert arrived and I’m completely stressed. All the kids had already left, and Toru, was on his way dropping Miyoko off at his mother's house.

I check my phone It’s already 1 pm.

The kids should be at the arena by now. I think to myself.

I stand in my kitchen preparing dinner for me and Toru. Did I take my pill this month? I’ve been so busy I don’t think I did. Should I make him wear a condom? Or does it matter? I guess I’ll have to ask him. I get lost in thought as the noodles boil. Just then I get a text from Tsumiki.

“Don’t worry Mom, we made it to the venue safe! I’ll let you know when we get inside”.

I smile to myself grabbing my phone and getting ready to reply.

“Wow, this house sure is beautiful”.

“What the fuck?!”. I turn around in horror

to see Mike in my kitchen.

He walks towards me, I back away ready to dial emergency services, but he grabs the phone out of my hand throwing it to the floor.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you y/n come on let’s just talk”. “How the fuck did you get into my house?!”.

“paid off your security, jumped over the gate. Your children should learn how to lock the front door -“.

“Get the hell out of here now. Gojo is going to be home soon and if he finds you here he won’t be happy”.

“Pst.. so loyal to a man whore”.

“What kind of delusional nonsense are you spewing? Get out!”.

I yell as throw a heavy glass at him, but he just dodges it and remains unfazed.

“What you don’t know your man is whoring around on you behind your back”.

Mike holds up a paper shoving it in my face I hesitantly take it from him.

They’re messages from Gojo’s email to another person.

“Baby, I miss you when are you going to get some time to yourself”.

“The wife has me busy nowadays baby, it’s annoying I want nothing more than to see you”.

The messages go down the entire page. Gojo talking about leaving me and the kids and taking half of my family's money so he can disappear with this person, whoever they are. My heart aches the dates were months before the accident.

“You’re lying you-“.

“A PI found this information not me, listen

y/n I know you think all I want is for you to sell the company.

but the truth is I want YOU, I’d never cheat on you like him”.

He reaches out to touch my chin, I immediately punch him right in his nose. “B-back off! Now!”. Mike sighs, Holding his now bleeding noise. “Fine, I’ll go but I’ll let you keep those emails.

It might be useful to you for your eventual divorce, you might keep more of your money that way”. I follow behind Mike as he leaves as soon as he’s out the door I lock it.

I stay there for a few moments trembling until I finally manage to pull myself together. I take the papers over to my office setting them on my desk. Before, was Gojo really that unhappy? I feel a few tears fall from my eyes but I immediately wipe them away just then I realize.

“The noddles!”. I yell out in a panic. I run back to the kitchen, the water boiling over onto the stove. I immediately turn the stove down and I try to move the pot carefully over to the other burner but some of the very hot water spills over onto my wrist.

I wince slightly, ignoring the pain.

I immediately take a fork from our silverware door and check the noodles luckily they’re not over-boiled I sigh in relief.

I then walk over to the sink and put my wrist under some cold water. It hurts pretty badly but at the same time, it feels a bit better.

If Gojo was cheating on me before the accident then he must not remember.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. and I don’t know how I should feel….. should I be mad at him? Is that even fair to the gojo right now, who doesn’t remember? But there is also a possibility, Mike made all of this up I’ll have to do some investigating myself.

I clean my wound bandaging it before I make the rest of dinner.

⚠️ SMUT WARNING ⚠️

WARNINGS:

•Sixty nine• some ass smacking• •unprotected sex• semi ruff sex• •teasing•

• some humiliation?•very needy•

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“Y/n, I’m home”. “I’m in the kitchen”. I hear Toru enter the kitchen, when he comes up behind me rubbing his large hands up and down my sides.

“Looks good”. “T-thank you -“.

“I’m not talking about the food”. Gojo lifts me off the ground hosting me over his shoulder. “T-toru?!” he turns off the stove, and brings me back to our shared bedroom.

He lightly tosses me onto the bed as he climbs on top of me. “T-toru w-wait umm.. you should know. I’m not on my birth control after you got into your accident, I figured we wouldn’t do it for a while so I haven’t prepared so you might want to wear a condom-”. “I don’t mind if you get pregnant again in fact I’m kind of shocked with a body like yours, that I’ve only gotten you pregnant twice”.

I blink at him, gojo before he was also a pervert don’t get me wrong but this version of him is different it’s almost like he’s more unhinged. it’s kinda sexy.

It’s almost like he’s a different person Is he like this because to him it feels like the first time?

But in the past even when we first dated he never acted like this.

“Well, I’m also telling you this because You told me recently you didn’t want any more… children.”. I look off sadly.

The more I think, the more him cheating makes since he lost so much interest in me, I guess I was too stupid to see it until now.

Gojo gently grabs my face in his hand putting his face dangerously close to mine. “The me right now doesn’t care, I’m fine with whatever happens, all I want is for you to pay attention to me”. “Okay, sorry”. I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. He Hums in satisfaction, his lips moving with mine. I feel his hands snake up my body groping my breasts through my dress. I moan slightly. We both pull away taking off our clothes.

At this point, we are both completely naked when Gojo gently takes my injured arm. “What happened here?”. “It’s not a big deal I just Burned myself while cooking earlier”. he kisses the bandage.

I smile, hugging him and kissing the side of his neck. “Toru, I want to suck you off”.

“Fuck, let’s sixty-nine instead I want to eat you out”.

Blush brightly damn, we haven’t done that in a long time. I nod as I lay on top of him putting my pussy in his face.

His fingers run across my slit before he takes my clit into my mouth, sucking on it. I moan, As I put his cock into my mouth, slowly sliding him into the back of my throat we both moan simultaneously.

I suck his cock, while he sucks on my clit. While also inserting his fingers into me ramming his forefingers Into my g spot. We both moan… as we both give each other pleasure.

He takes his mouth away from my clit kissing the inside of my thighs as he watches his fingers continue to fuck me. “You got so wet so quickly, you seem to be enjoying this”. His other hand smacks my ass hard.

I Yelp when he suddenly moves his fingers faster. I moan against his cock again as I pull him out of my mouth, still stroking his cock with my hand. “Y-you seem to be liking it too you’re just as horny as I am”.

“You’re not wrong y/n”. He removes his fingers as he starts groping my asscheeks licking and leaving hickies on the back of my thighs. As I continue to stroke him licking and running my lips against his cock.

“Mhmm, your breathing is getting faster T-toru I put you back into my mouth?”. I gently kiss the side of his cock. “Yes, put that bratty mouth back on my cock. and I’ll let you cum after”. He rubs my clit slowly as I put him back into my mouth sucking him and running my tongue against his tip. “F-fuck..”. He moans as He cums into my mouth I swallow it immediately.

I take him out of my mouth cleaning his dick with my tongue overstimulating him. “Y/n.. s-stop… I-let me concentrate on you now”. “Hmm ~ alright”.

He spreads me open inserting his tongue inside of me as he rubs my clit. he wiggles his tongue expertly. I moan “My T-toru.. fuck it feels so good”. He continues to fuck me with his tongue all of his teasing finally bringing me to the edge. I try to pull away He grabs my hips keeping them against his face. “Don’t pull away you want to cum right?”. “I-I don’t I’m going to squirt, I don’t want to do it while I’m still on top of you“.

“I don’t care, so fucking cum”. He holds my hip with one hand while he Inserts two of his fingers inside of me thrusting against my g spot harshly my legs start to get shaky.

“I-I….”. “Just let go and let me watch cum you can do it”. My eyes start to water from the sensitivity as I cum squirting.

I feel All of my liquids run down my legs and onto his chest, I cover my face in embarrassment.

I can’t believe he just saw that… He starts to lick my legs and everything else cleaning me as I come down from my orgasm. He picks me up like I weigh nothing, turning me around so I’m now facing him. I straddle his lap as he inserts his dick into me right away.

I moan grasping his shoulders. “F-fuck.. T-toru you’re so hard again”. He kisses my neck as he thrusts into me grunting slightly “Your pussy is squeezing my cock. “Was it that good?”. “Y-yeah... I love you”. He smiles slightly. “I love you two”. he continues to thrust not letting up if anything goes faster and harder. “shit!”. I harshly grip his shoulders accidentally digging my fingernails into them as he continues to thrust.

Toru has never fucked me like this before, it is almost like he’s another person.

I kiss his face, when I feel his cock get bigger inside of me as he continues to thrust, finding my G spot again, making my legs go weak as he hits it. I wrap my arms around his neck. “F-fuck.. I’m going to cum again I moan”.

“Such a good girl c-cum for me… cum against my cock I want to see it”. He slams his cock into me making me squirt for a second time my eyes start to tear once again my whole body trembling from the over-sensitivity.

At this point I’m completely fucked out all can think about is how good he feels inside of me as he continues to fuck my sensitive pussy. “Gojo…”. I scratch his shoulders again as he continues to fuck me harshly. “S-shit, I’m coming”. He groans as he thrusts a few more times when I feel him cum into me shoving his cock deep inside of me. He lays on top of me his whole body weight lightly crushing me but I’m okay with it.

“Fuck”. He mutters I kiss the side of his face again as he finishes coming down from his high.

I stroke his hair softly, Gojo always satisfied me but shit what the hell happened? Why is he so good at this now?

Gojo POV:

I’ve never had a woman keep up with me so well, I wonder if I can break her? “Do you want more y/n?”. “If you want more then I’m okay with it”. “You’re so cute y/n”. I kiss her cheek before I sit back up.

I start to move my now newly hard cock inside of her once again. Her body trembles as I thrust slowly. “T-Toru.. faster, please”. I ignore her continuing to fuck her at a slow pace for a while just to tease her.

“Are you sure you can take it faster y/n you look a little tired should I pull out?”. “N-no fuck me more please, I want your cock”. I immediately start fucking her faster.

“F-fuck” I watch as I’m fucking my own cum out of her.

I lean over putting my lips to y/n’s ear. “I’m going to need to cum again everything is spilling out. Do you want more of my cum y/n?”. I feel her tighten around me slightly. “Y-yes please fuck me, I want your cum”.

I smirk. As I move faster hitting her g spot purposely as I thrust. “I want you to cum first though can you do that for me?”. I reach down rubbing her overly sensitive clit while I continue to thrust.

She groans “G-Gojo”. “Y-y/n! Fuck your pussy is so good”. I kiss her moaning she kisses back immediately as we both cum again. We both sit there again for a moment, just kissing each other. when Gojo’s phone alarm goes off. We both pull away slowly, and I grab my phone shutting it off.

“I have to get ready to go get Miyoko”.

y/n stokes my hair out of my face.

“Shortest two hours of my life”. I laugh a bit. “Are you okay y/n I wasn’t too ruff with you was I?”. “No, I’m fine better than fine actually, I love you”. A feeling I’ve never felt before pings in my chest as my heart flutters.

“I love you two y/n”. She wraps her arms around my neck once again, kissing me.

I hold her kissing her back for a few moments before I separate from her again. “We better stop or else I won’t be able to stop”. We both get up from the bed and go into the bathroom, cleaning ourselves up a bit.

⚠️ SMUT OVER ⚠️

Y/N POV:

We both exit the bathroom, with new clothes on. “Oh crap, my phone is in the kitchen!”.

I hope the kids are okay. I run out into the kitchen grabbing my phone from the counter. I got a couple of different texts from Tsumiki.

“Don’t worry Mom we are in the venue safe and sound!”.

“We made it out, the concert was great! There is some traffic and we’ll probably stop and get something to eat! but we’ll be home in a bit”.

I sigh in relief when I feel Gojo’s arms snake around my waist, as he kisses me on the top of my head. “Are they okay”. “Yeah they’re fine they’ll probably be home soon”. “Okay, baby I’ll see you in a bit I’ll be back”. Gojo slips away I watch as he leaves out the door.

GO BACK TO PART 2

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[whitegownsandflowercrowns]

Alternate universe where Aegon dies at Rook’s Rest and Aemond becomes king and still pulls the “no, you toad” line against Larys so Larys decides that the most vulnerable member of the royal family is Helaena, and that he will manipulate her to grasp for power. She immediately sees what’s going on but hey, she’s lonely, and it’s nice to hear someone that’s not her mom say they’re sorry for what happened to her. He thinks she’s falling for it though and he starts pushing to be important in Aemond’s cabinet and so she decides that enough is enough and she tells him exactly when and how he’ll die. This freaks him the fuck out but after like three hours of existential crisis he’s like HANG ON THE DOWAGER QUEEN IS A DRAGON DREAMER AND I’M THE FIRST PERSON WHO’S FIGURED THAT OUT FUCK BEING HAND I CAN CONQUER THE WORLD (he thinks he’s Varys). So he immediately pulls back up and he’s like heyyyy helaena, any clue how this war ends? not asking for any reason. Meanwhile Alicent and the Small Council are talking about wedding her to Aemond and she doesn’t want to do that because she’s a) mad at Aemond and b) fully done being queen, so she’s like sure Larys, I’ll help you out so long as you make sure I’m not married to Aemond (and no that does not mean kill him). So anyways she supplies him with all the information (I’m unsure how Aegon dying changes the Dance) and he basically smuggles Floris Baratheon to King’s Landing so that Aemond can marry her. Option 1 is that the Dance changes enough that Team Green could be described as the winners, and Larys manages to conquer like, a castle. Option 2 is that the Dance remains largely unchanged and Larys is not so overconfident that he thinks he can cheat fate, so he tries to convince Helaena to take Jaehaera and go to Braavos. Helaena instead suggests Harrenhal because she knows they’re safe with Alys, who she’s also been psychically communicating with. There’s probably no Alys/Aemond baby in this, so they all just hang out at Harrenhal and Helaena and Jaehaera get something resembling a happy ending, while Larys is pissed that he can’t conquer Essos using the power of prophecy (he gets over it eventually). Also because this is Helaena and Larys we’re talking about they have every single conversation on opposite sides of the room at a complete whisper, yet they understand each other perfectly.

[thefloatingwriter]

I feel like i submit a lot of asks so I apologise but oh my god do you have any more beetee and wiress thoughts individually or as a couple idm id be blessed with anything. I've never met someone who is also passionate about them and it makes me SO HAPPY

absolutely never apologize for sending me asks, especially if they’re about beetee and wiress. seriously they make me physically ill i’m so obsessed with them. honestly i just appreciate that i've found other people who are also insane about them!! send me as many asks as you want, i will always answer and i love you for them 💗💗

okay if you really want to hear me yap you should go to this post, which is basically every single thought i have ever had about district Three and all of its inhabitants. i am also working on my D3 tribute list, which is taking a lot of time and work since it’s really depressing to have to work on it but i’m working on it! <3

Beetee:

all of my beetee hcs and thoughts (well, most of them) will be compiled in my fic about him. but i’m sure i can think of some more without spoiling everything…

he really liked superheroes when he was younger. he thought that the idea of someone whose sole purpose in life was to save people was really cool.

he tends to hyper-focus on things when he’s stressed, agitated, or trying not to think about something.

his aunt on his mother’s side and uncle on his dad’s side both went into the hunger games, the 16th and the 14th respectively.

his hair can get really long during the off season or when he’s not in the Capitol. his prep team always has a heart attack over the “state he let his hair come to” as if he had let a bird lay eggs in it or something.

in relation to that: adeline sometimes braids it when she needs something to do with her hands.

in terms of victors, he was preceded by Paris Sanford of One and succeeded by Stella Fairchild of Four.

he’s particularly close with Paris (see this post!) honestly, their relationship is really important to the general plot of… everything basically.

Wiress:

she was considered a knife expert in Three, especially with throwing knives, due to it being an activity she performed at her mother’s circus. for obvious reasons, it helped her a lot in the games.

she got a training score of nine. the only reasons she wasn’t immediately chased by careers was because of the girl from seven’s training score of ten.

she has insanely long hair, like almost hitting the top of her thighs long. she had to crudely use a knife to chop most of it off during her first games, but she grew it back out after she won.

her district partner was her ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her. she refused to shake his hand when their escort told them to since she “didn’t know where his hand had been”.

she’s either dressed extremely regally with gowns and expensive jewelry and heels or she looks like she just rolled out of bed. there’s absolutely no in between.

she’s addicted to shitty capitol reality tv.

she’s preceded by Zircon (“Conner”) Lewis from One and succeeded by Wattson Amott from Five.

Beetee and Wiress:

the most important thing to remember about beetee and wiress’ relationship is that they started as the strangest situationship in the history of mankind.

half of the victors are also convinced they have never left this stage of their relationship, but a lot of the younger victors are like convinced that the two are just really good friends and haskell is just like ??? no???? it’s common knowledge that they’ve been fucking for like two decades?????

but anyways… wiress couldn’t sleep after her victory and for some reason beetee was the only person who made her feel safe enough to fall asleep for more than half an hour so they both started sleeping in the same house, same room, same bed… before they were even close to the romantic stage of their relationship.

wiress catches feelings because… well, it’s wiress. but beetee is completely emotionally repressed (we love that for him) so he just pretends he doesn’t notice.

beetee has a lot of trouble accepting love from anyone, and it takes him a few years before he gets used to the thought of anyone being in love with him. and, of course, it’s even more complicated in practice…

basically it takes them like nine years for beetee to finally be like “hey… i think i’m in love with you…” and of course wiress is completely flabbergasted by this while everyone else is like “that’s been painfully obvious for at least five years where have you been??”

i mentioned on a post a few days back that their relationship is really complicated in a lot of people’s eyes and here’s why: the capitol doesn't know they’re together. like at all. i mean snow does but snow knows everything so that’s obvious. but seriously there’s a running debate with beetee fans (you can not tell me that capitol citizens don’t have favorite victors bc i’m right) over if he’s dating anyone and if he is who. and then the top answers are always either paris or wiress… so those two fanbases just absolutely despise each other. and so everyone expects wiress and paris to hate each other… honestly it’s just a convoluted mess lol.

wiress wore her wedding ring during her interview for the 75th hunger games and the capitol absolutely went batshit over it. (and caesar flickerman probably lost like twenty years on his lifespan that night too lol).

then beetee follows her, talks about how the quell should be examined for legality for about five seconds, then just starts yapping about how amazing his wife is and caesar is just sitting there like 🪑😶.

thank you so much for the ask!! seriously never hesitate to come rant in my inbox, i love receiving asks especially if they’re about these weird scientists in love 💗💗

[jiamour]

💿 now playing: pushin’ n pullin’

povs: 💗-yn, 🖤-js, 💛-rj, 💙-jn, 🧡-mk, 💜-dh, ❤️-jm, 💚-cl

track 21: literally just a rensung fight

guitarist!jisung x reader

album tracklist

a/n: i’m procrastinating here’s whatever this is

tw: past emotional abuse mentioned, cheating, etc. all that kinda stuff, emotional breakdowns, dissociation x 2

word count: 2.8k

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music: norman fucking rockwell x 10

all renjun wants is a spark. he wants fireworks to go off when he kisses someone. he wants to open his eyes after and see unadulterated fondness directed back at him. and all he gets is jisung.

jisung’s complicated. no matter how close they are, he’s a million miles away. he’s inconsiderate, detached, a certified deadbeat in the works. but, sometimes he’s so warm. sometimes, he’ll know just what to say, just where to touch, just what to do to make renjun feel wanted. it’ll grab him by the heart strings and pull him along and he can’t help but willing chase after fleeting moments of hope.

love hasn’t been very kind and yet he falls head first too quickly and too strongly without heeding the cautions of unreciprocity. he’s strung along because he cares and he listens and he loves and people like to use and drain and discard. but despite everything, he knows the love he’s looking for is out there. so he still holds hope that some of that love will be directed at him .

just recently, jeno had told him that the first time they kissed mark, marks heart raced so fast he had to sit down on the floor to catch his breath. he got so embarrassed his whole body was hot to the touch and he refused to look at jeno for the rest of the night in the fear he would die of infatuation.

renjun longs for that. he wants someone to love him so much they start to deteriorate physiologically. or maybe just a skip of a heartbeat, he’ll take any amount, he’s never been very picky.

at the moment, his mental ‘love me’ messages are on overdrive. he’s firing them in every direction but somehow they’re managing to swerve around the boy who’s tongue is down his throat.

he’s in jisung’s bed, the comforter tossed messily to the side, jisungs hands running down his body, and he feels gross. he doesn’t want to be here, he doesn’t want to do this. he knows he can just get up and leave any time he wants to but he also doesn’t exactly want it to stop.

it started off good. jisung was more attentive than usual, probably due to the outburst earlier. he wanted to believe it was because he cares but he knew it was just a strategy to avoid talking through any kind of emotional baggage.

the buzz of jisungs phone rings in his ears and he can’t get past the brutal irony that it’s the same as his ex’s. jisung pulls a hand away and renjun watches as he puts in his passcode to unlock his phone for the nth time that night. jisung smiles in a way he’s never smiled at renjun as he types back a response and renjun feels sick. the night started off so well but now he just wants to shower and wash this day off.

“who are you talking to?” renjun asks as nonchalant as he can manage.

“hmm?” jisung bites his bottom lip trying to suppress his smile as he answers, “it’s no one. don’t worry about it.”

alarm bells ring in renjuns head he can hear those exact words in an all to familiar tone “it’s no one.” “you sound crazy.” “stop over reacting.”

jisung drops his phone face down back on the bed and leans back in to kiss renjun. renjun cant even close his eyes, feeling a daze over take him. jisungs phone buzzes once, then twice.

renjuns chest squeezes, he can’t breathe, it hurts, it hurts so bad. he needs this over.

“stop,” renjun mumbles against jisungs lips and when he doesn’t get an immediate reaction he pushes against jisungs chest weakly.

“stop,” he says louder, his breath heavy and uneven. jisung pulls back with a look mixed with concern and confusion.

“you okay?” jisung asks and renjun flops flat on his back so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes.

“yeah i-“ his voice cracks and he clears his throat, “no. sorry, i just needed to stop.”

“that’s okay,” jisung hums softly like he cares but the continuous buzz of his phone keeps renjun from believing that, “don’t apologize, do you want to talk about it?”

“i just- i don’t know- i feel lightheaded,” renjun says, it’s only partially a lie. he can’t tell the full truth without sounding possessive and crazy, “is it okay if we don’t do anything else tonight?

“yes, of course it is. whatever you want,” jisung answers immediately and moves further away from renjun on the bed, reaching down to the ground to pick up his shirt and pull it over his head, “do you want me to go get you some water? it might help.”

“yes please,” renjun answers, hoping he’s able to sneak in a quick few tears without jisung noticing.

he takes a few deep breathes once jisung leaves the room and stares at the door. he wants to leave but at the same time he doesn’t and it’s all so fucking confusing.

jisungs phone lays face down on the bed beside him. always, always, face down. it annoys the hell of renjun, it’s like a reminder that something is being hidden from him.

he can’t get the picture of a phone being slammed down as soon as he enters a room out of his head. the overtly suspicious “you’re home early”’s. the roll over in bed to grab at a phone as soon as renjun closed his eyes to sleep.

“it’s no one renjun, you’re being crazy,” he can practically hear, his ex’s annoyance pictured behind his eyelids everytime he blinked. “he’s no one, can you even hear yourself right now? do i ever comment on your friendship with chenle? when you’re literally letting him live with you. am i not allowed to have friends now?”

renjun wants to scream, he needs these thoughts out of his head, he needs to stop reliving the same memories over and over again. he needs to see what jisung was laughing about on his phone.

he picks it up and stares at the lock screen that lights up as soon as it registers his face. if he does this, there’s no going back, he’ll be the crazy one again. he’ll be the problem. the phone buzzes with a text notification. renjun takes a deep breath and swipes.

he puts in the passcode he watched jisung use earlier, ‘66666666’. the passcode alone messes with renjuns head, sending too many mixed messages. the length was suspicious but the string of repeating numbers made it seem like he had nothing to hide, or maybe he was just an idiot.

it doesn’t take renjun very long to find exactly what he didn’t want to see.

‘we’re in this together,” fucking bullshit. he feels like an idiot for falling for any of it. it’s embarrassing the way his hands shake and his vision blurs with tears over something that had been so obvious.

renjun takes a deep breath. he wants to smash the screen of the phone on the corner of jisungs bed side table, his knuckles turn white with restraint. he can’t do that. then he’d be the crazy one again, then he’d be the problem. too overbearing, too emotional, too needy, too invasive.

‘jesus fucking christ you’re so fucking needy, do you know how exhausting it is to be with you?’

his chest feels heavy but he can’t stop scrolling through conversations that make him sick to his stomach.

‘i wouldn’t do that to you. you think so little of me. i don’t get it, if i’m so fucking horrible why are you even still here?’

‘you sound so insane right now. genuinely, i think you need to get some help. i’m worried about you.’

‘baby come on you know i love you.”

renjun squeezes his eyes shut, attempting to pull himself out of his head not wanting to spiral back to rock bottom.

‘let it go, holy shit. no wonder you only have one friend who doesn’t even talk to you anymore.’

‘i didn’t mean it. i forgot how sensitive you are.’

‘stop crying, you’re so manipulative.’

‘if you actually believe that, it’s over, for good.’

‘i love you.’

‘you’re actually insane.’

‘what are you doing? is that my phone?’

“is that my phone?”

renjun snaps back into reality. jisung’s standing in the doorway looking confused, a glass of water in one hand and a pack of scooby doo gummies from jeno’s secret supply in the other.

he freezes like a deer in headlights, dropping jisungs phone into his lap. he opens his mouth to explain but he doesn’t make a sound, every word gets caught in his throat and comes out in a pathetic whimper.

“what the fuck?” jisung laughs awkwardly, “that’s like really not cool man.”

jisung enters the room and every step closer leaves renjun shaking with uncertainty.

“i was- i- you-“ he tries. he wants to diffuse this, it’s been a while since he’s felt this unsafe. it’s a carnal fear that leaves him seconds away from puking his guts out onto the floor as he’s viciously torn into by teeth that have an intention to kill.

jisung places the glass of water and pack of gummies on the bed side table and grabs his phone. he looks disgusted but harmless and somehow that makes renjun feel a whole different kind of bad. he’s the gross one, he’s the one in the wrong, he’s the crazy one.

“you were texting and i- you’re seeing other people.” renjuns teeth chatter with the accusation.

“so?”

oh. that one was new.

‘so.’ renjun blinks.

jisungs single word pushes along the gears in his mind until it gets caught between the cogs sending everything up in smoke.

so?

so.

‘so,’ renjun mouths the word to himself and stares back and jisung with hollow eyes.

“this is so fucked up,” jisung sighs, sounding almost sad, which at the moment made absolutely no sense to renjuns malfunctioning mind, “renjun, this is fucked.”

he feels like a child being scolded, shaking and crying while being stood over by someone completely unaffected.

“i’m trying really hard not to freak right now, jesus fucking christ,” jisungs never been meticulous with his words, they’re never thought out or practiced, a stark difference from his ex but it still all feels so sickeningly similar.

“i just-“ renjun cracks, and then stops, he just what? what could possibly keep him from getting ‘broken up’ with?

jisungs waiting for him to finish but he doesn’t know how to- he doesn’t even know why he started in the first place.

“i thought i was clear,” jisung frowns, “i thought we were on the same page.”

‘HOW?’ renjun wants to yell. he doesn’t. he can’t. ‘how can you be that emotionally inept?’

he’s been practically screaming on the top of his lungs how in love he was, how much he wanted this. how could he have been so misunderstood?

“you’re not my boyfriend.” jisung stabs the dagger in, renjun should have been prepared, he had months to prepare for this but it still winds him. “you know that right? i thought i made that clear. i thought-“

jisung goes silent for a second and renjun watches the paced out rise and fall of his chest, “man- i’m trying not to shut down.”

renjun doesn’t understand why his voice sounds so strained but he can tell that he hurt him. and it’s unfair. because why does he get to hurt? why does he get to be upset when he doesn’t even care?

“okay,” jisung breathes out and looks at him with cold eyes, “i want to make this clear. we are not dating. you are not my boyfriend. you will never be my boyfriend. do you understand that?”

renjun nods his head pretending the rejection doesn’t hurt like a vat of ice water being dropped on his head.

“and you cant just go through my phone. what the fuck? even if you were my bo- no actually we’re not even making it a hypothetical because it’s not going to fucking happen. ever.” jisung was staring daggers into his eyes and all he could do was blink and try not to crumble in on himself, “don’t fucking do shit like that. god. this is so fucking fucked.”

“did you-“ renjuns voice is barely about a whisper and cracks so viciously it hurts, “did you not like me at all? even a little bit?”

“no. jesus fuck- no.” he doesn’t even hesitate to answer, “and even if i did- which i don’t- that doesn’t give you the right-“

“god jisung,” renjun struggles, wiping tears away with the back of his hand, “you’re such an asshole.”

renjun hates how angry he feels, he hates how it’s bubbling up inside of him making him feel out of control. the emotional soup in his head make it hard to keep a hold of himself and his temper but he can’t yell then he’s the irrational one. then he’s crazy for being hurt, then it’s all his fault.

“i’m an asshole?” he’s so icy now and it terrifies renjun that he’s been locked out, probably for good this time, “i didn’t do anything wrong.”

jisung speaks like he’s trying to reassure himself, like renjun isn’t even there, “i made it clear what we were. i did nothing-“

“i’m- man- can you-“ jisung takes a couple breaths, trying not to fade away, “get out. i don’t want to do this right now, just get out.”

that shatters all the anger in renjun. he’s back to utter terror, he can’t leave. he can’t. he needs to fix this, he needs to do something.

he knows once he leaves this is over. he’ll be hated, he’ll be crazy, he’ll be just another story to laugh at with friends.

“please,” renjun whispers, “i’m sorry, can we please just talk about this, please.”

“there’s nothing to talk about.”

“no please there is. i get it. i understand. there’s nothing between us! i can be okay with that, i promise. please don’t make me leave. we can fix this.” he pushes himself up to his knees and grabs at jisungs wrists as he begs.

jisung looks down at his hands, he doesn’t pull away, he doesn’t do anything.

“please,” renjun knows he’s probably yelling now, his words barely comprehensible, just the sounds of agony and panic, “don’t do this. i’ll be better, i’ll change, i’ll do whatever you say, i promise, i promise, i promise please-“

his begging ends in a hiccup and he has to stop everything in an attempt to not vomit.

jisung sighs and shakes renjuns hold off, it was so tight it left red imprints.

“hey,” he says softly, and places a hand on renjuns head, stroking his hair gently, “you should have just told me.”

he hates this so much, he hates that he’s so pathetic jisung has to take pity on him, and he can’t help but sob harder.

“when you started to catch feelings and it got too hard for you, you should have told me and we could have called it off early,” jisung removes his hand and renjun already misses it.

“please,” is all he can muster.

jisung pushes the glass of water closer to him, “take some time to calm yourself down, drink some water,” he instructs and renjun nods, taking the glass from the nightstand. his hands shake so vigorously some of the water finds its way onto the bed and floor.

“i’ll leave you alone for a bit to calm down and then i’d like for you to leave,” jisung turns his back on him for what feels like the last time and walks towards the door, not even sparing a glance back as he starts to close it, “and try not to snoop through anything else on your way out, if that’s possible.”

the door clicks shut and renjun breaks down, worse than he has in over a year. he feels all of the progress he’s made recovering from his ex crumbling down. it hurts so fucking bad, all over, it’s an unavoidable pain he couldn’t even hide from.

he sits there and he cries, he wails, his cheeks are streaked in red and snot drips down to his lips. he knows he looks disgusting but he feels disgusting so he doesn’t make a move to fix it. it’s all guttural and too dramatic for a boy he isn’t even dating, but he can’t help it and he cant shut of the alarm bells in his mind telling him his life was over.

“please,” he cries out, to no one. his limbs feel numb and he hears a smash of a glass on the ground, he hadn’t even noticed he dropped it.

“please,” he whispers again, and curls himself into a ball.

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[suchine-toki]

Gintaka or Takagin?

Short answer:

Long answer:

The issue of who comes first in the ship's name is usually tied to who has the most power over the relationship. In heterosexual couples, 99% of the time the man is put first by default, but when this doesn’t happen, it’s more complicated and falls on the preference of each one.

I would like to examine their relationship based on canon. I’ll do it chronologically, analyzing only a few moments so as not to extend myself too much.

One of the ways that power in a relationship is measured is through physical strength, but we know that Gintoki and Takasugi are evenly matched in this regard because they keep track. This is striking because it reflects the hyper-competitive side of both, even from Gintoki, who usually avoids unnecessary conflict out of laziness.

Another way in which power is measured is in regard to the ability to influence the other, which I'll discuss below.

At the beginning of the relationship, it seems Gintoki has more control, usually being the one who teases Takasugi. However, we do know of other instances where Takasugi has teased Gintoki as well. This shows that since they were little, they’ve had a balanced dynamic in this regard.

In childhood they were more allowed to antagonize the other, which changes with the capture of Shouyo. Before they used to compete for his attention, now they’re forced to work together to rescue him. When they’re older in the Joui war, Takasugi seems calmer and more collected, while Gintoki remains relatively the same.

They continued the teasing nature of their relationship. Although one point I find interesting to highlight is how Gintoki allows himself to be hit by Takasugi without retaliation (immediate at least), which is unusual with the male characters in the series. This raises another point about their ability to compromise.

I know I said that I would only consider the canon material, but I wanted to cheat a little and refer to a moment from the second movie (BFY), which was written by Sorachi and I believe to be semi-canon.

Here Takasugi tells Gintoki to follow them, when there was no need to. I mean, where else he would go at that moment? This reflects Takasugi's bossy nature, which was likely reinforced when he became a general, and Gintoki’s more passive nature (in the strict sense of the word). Instead of getting mad, Gintoki just says he will follow, and he does.

With what I’ve expressed, it seems that Takasugi is the one who has the most influence on the relationship. However, it’s at crucial moments, such as the promise they make and Shouyo's subsequent beheading, that Gintoki's influence over Takasugi is evident. After all, it’s because of Gintoki that Takasugi lives on and continues his destructive crusade.

Continuing chronologically, their first meeting at the beginning of the series comes after 10 years without seeing each other. Here Takasugi presses his sword against Gintoki's back, who in response immobilizes it with his bare hands. In the manga it’s not shown, it can only be assumed the meeting ends with them leaving without another word. This would be the first time that both declined to fight.

Later in Benizakura arc Gintoki tells Takasugi to be careful if he catches him walking down the street. Ironically, their next meeting is in Courtesan of a Nation arc, in which they pass each other on the street, the second time they both decline to fight.

I expose these moments because they’re quite revealing in retrospect. The first time I watched the series, it seemed to me that Takasugi carried more emotional energy into the relationship, albeit in a negative way, while Gintoki was rather indifferent. How wrong I was. Reviewing these points after the end, it can be seen there’s a strong emotional energy that’s present throughout the entire series, with a feeling of longing on the part of both, waiting for the return of the other.

I also find it surprising that Gintoki, despite his self-deprecation, knows how important he’s to Takasugi and tells him so in the Shogun Assassination arc. Meaning, he acknowledges that he has power over Takasugi. Also, in this arc, Gintoki demonstrates his more possessive tendencies towards him, stating only he has the right to protect or kill him. In the same way, Takasugi has also spoken like this about Gintoki.

The second part of Silver Soul arc focuses on the relationship of these two. At first, it’s appreciated that Takasugi keeps some distance from Gintoki, but at the same time he wishes to be with him. The truth is Takasugi wants to protect Gintoki this time, he wants him to be happy. However, Gintoki chases after Takasugi and refuses to let him go. It’s a push and pull in their ability to compromise.

Their interactions in this arc were particularly interesting to me because you can see how the power dynamic changes, leaning more towards Takasugi on some occasions and more towards Gintoki on others. A good example of this is when they’re fighting over Shouyo's crystallized heart.

Takasugi takes leadership of the situation and messes with Gintoki before reaching the ship. However, when Gintoki demands he hand over the heart, Takasugi concedes. In this way, it can be seen how in certain cases Gintoki does what Takasugi wants, while in others Takasugi does what Gintoki wants.

Even if they spent years apart, in the end, they understand how important they’re to each other. That the other is an indispensable part of their own being, thus recognizing both the affection and the admiration they mutually feel. Both have an enormous capacity to influence the other.

Now, if you mean R18+ stuff… I'll just say I can't see one bottoming or topping all the time lol they’d probably keep track of that too 😂

In short, Gintoki and Takasugi’s dynamic is one of the most equal in the series in my opinion.

[thatkinkyyqueer]

Kinktober Day 29

(Using @absurdthirst prompt list)

Branding/Hunter - Prey/Uniforms

“Let go of me you fucking asshole!” I yell at the man who has me slung over his shoulder with my arms cuffed behind my back. He forced me into his truck at gun point while I was on my nightly walk, stripped me down to my underwear, and locked me in his basement. I was there for several hours before he decided to come get me.

He ignores the names I call him, like he’s been ignoring my screaming and crying all night, and carries me outside. He places me down on the grass. I notice the gun tucked in his waistband and a large knife sheathed on his belt. “We’re going to play a game.” He says to me, resting his arms behind his back. I waste no time snapping back. “I don’t wanna play a fucking game, I wanna go home.”

“If you stopped giving me attitude long enough to explain the game you would understand I’m trying to give you that opportunity.” His voice is calm and collected, and it pisses me off even more. I just glare at him in response. “Just a little game of cat and mouse.” He continues. “There’s a main road a little ways away. If you can find it, you can go home.” My eyes dart to the dark forest surrounding us, then back at him. “I’ll let you go free and leave you alone. You’ll never have to worry about me again.”

“What’s the catch?” I ask shivering a little on the cool night air. “I’m going to chase you. And if I find you, you stay here with me.” I fidget with my hands behind my back, the handcuffs jingle a little. “How do I know you’re not lying?” He looks me up and down in a way that makes my skin crawl. “I mean if you don’t want a chance to fight for your freedom-“ I cut him off before he can finish. “Okay! Okay fine I’ll play your fucking game.” He smiles at me. “Good! I’ll tell you what I’ll even give you a sixty second head start!” He says too cheerfully.

He moves behind me, holding onto one of my arms, and talks into my ear. “Are you ready to run little mouse?” My heart is already racing as I prepare to sprint into the woods. I can feel him reaching for something, and I remember the gun and the knife. For all I know he’s just going to kill me. He starts counting down from three. “Three-“ he doesn’t get the rest out. I rip out of his grip and run as fast as I can, straight into the woods. I can hear him yelling something about cheating behind me.

My eyes had a little time to adjust to the dark, but as the trees get thicker it gets harder to see. I ignore the pain in my bare feet as I run on rocks and sticks, that I’m sure are cutting the bottoms of my feet. It’s hard to keep my balance with the handcuffs on, especially when I keep shoulder checking trees. I run for so long that it hurts to breathe. I pause to listen for foot steps, but I see light off in the distance, to my right. They’re far enough away that they could be headlights winding down a road.

I make a sharp right turn, nearly falling as I do, and run towards them. I can feel tears of relief welling up in my eyes as I get closer. They quickly turn to tears of fear as I realize I’m running towards a flashlight sweeping through the forest. I try to turn around and run the opposite direction, but I loose my footing. I trip over a fallen branch and feel something in my foot snap. I can’t stop the small scream that escapes me as a I fall to the ground, clutching my leg. I cover my own mouth to quiet my own sobs, praying he didn’t hear that.

The flashlight turns my direction almost immediately. I try to get myself back up, but fall right back down. I can’t put any weight on my foot. This time I fell close to a tree that I drag myself behind, leaning my back against it. I’m panting as quietly as I can, listening for approaching footsteps. I watch the light get closer, sweeping over the back of my tree, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I’ll just disappear if I try hard enough. I can hear is footsteps now, getting closer and closer, until I see the bright light of the flashlight shining in my face.

“Looks like I win, mouse.” He squats down lowering the flashlight a little, so I can open my eyes. My face is covered in tears and dirt. He looks down at my foot and laughs. “You know I was going to unlock your handcuffs, but you insisted on starting right away.” I drop my head, crying into my lap now. “Aw, don’t beat yourself up.” He reaches out to stroke my hair, but I jerk away. He retracts his hand and smirks down at me. “You never had a chance anyway. I know these woods like the back of my hand, I’ve been tracking here my whole life. And well you know.” He gently shakes the flashlight.

He bends down and picks me up bridal style. My body is too exhausted to fight anymore. He starts walking. “You have been fighting me since I picked you up and you haven’t stopped. Honestly I just wanted to see how much you had left in you.” He adjusts his grip on me. “I like pets with a lot fight in them, it gives me plenty of things to train out.”