#i need a personal taste of it immediately

[wildsaltair]

one night, Maximus! one night and then a lifetime PLEASE I am begging you

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ velvet crowbar ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ berlin x lover!reader headcanons

¡!being berlin’s significant other would include¡!

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ berlin is immediately captivated by your appearance. there’s a rare elegance about you, an understated beauty that commands attention without trying. it’s unlike anything he’s encountered, and it draws him in effortlessly, leaving him interested to know more.

╰┈➤ while your beauty enthralls him, it’s your wit and charm that truly ensnare him. you have a way with words, a sharpness to your intellect that leaves him yearning for deeper conversations and a desire to unravel every aspect of who you are. you become an enigma he’s determined to solve.

╰┈➤ berlin’s nature is cold and unyielding, a result of two decades spent in the unforgiving confines of a north korean prison camp. his past is a tightly locked door, one he refuses to open at first. it isn’t a matter of trust, it’s his way of protecting himself from a pain he refuses to relive.

╰┈➤ dating berlin is nothing short of extravagant. he has a taste for the finer things in life, and he spares no expense in showing you that. lavish dinners, exclusive outings, and opulent gifts are all part of the experience. his funds, after all, seem endless, given the spoils of his opulent career.

╰┈➤ at the beginning, berlin is purposefully vague about his work. he deceives his around the truth with charisma and calculated deflections. when he finally reveals his identity, a high-profile criminal and a key member of his brother’s gang, you’re understandably shocked. but your love for him is more potent than your fear. he makes it clear that betrayal is not an option, his warning softened by the lingering heat of a kiss that leaves no room for doubt.

╰┈➤ his jealousy is a force of nature, impossible to contain. when he introduces you to his crew, it’s denver’s passing glances and rio’s inappropriate comments that instantly set him off. but what truly unsettles him is your bond with the professor, his brother. there’s something about how easily you and the professor connect, sharing moments outside of berlin’s presence, that claws away at him. he despises the idea of not being the sole center of your world, his need for control over both you and his relationships simmering beneath his polished exterior.

╰┈➤ berlin insists on having you by his side at all times, your presence a source of grounding and pride for him. though he would never risk your safety by involving you in the criminal work of his team, you are always there, his hand firmly holding yours, or you standing beside him, your hand resting on his shoulder, a quiet gesture of his authority and your loyalty. you speak in his defense or offer support when needed, an unspoken understanding between you both. despite your non-involvement in their activities, berlin bestows upon you your own city codename, kabul. it is a choice made with care, reflecting his regard for you and cementing your place within his world.

╰┈➤ there are instances when berlin’s volatile nature becomes a challenge. his mind, scarred by years of torment and isolation, is not entirely stable. his temper flares, and though his anger can be terrifying, he never directs it to harm you intentionally. when the storm within him finally subsides, he is left stricken with guilt, his apologies sincere as he cups your face, searching for forgiveness in your tear-filled eyes. seeing the hurt he has caused tears at whatever remains of his hardened heart, and he vows to try and control himself for your sake.

╰┈➤ the gang is stunned by your existence. berlin has always been a man of logic and control, a figure immune to sentiment or attachment. yet here you are, the one person who has unraveled him, proving that even he possesses a sliver of humanity buried beneath his cold, calculated exterior. you are his achilles’ heel, the one weakness that could undo him, and yet he clings to you as fiercely as he clings to life itself.

╰┈➤ berlin is unapologetically affectionate toward you, even in front of the other gang members. whether it’s pulling you into his lap during a quiet moment, brushing his fingers over your cheek, or pressing an unabashed kiss to your lips as if no one else exists, his displays of affection are bold and deliberate. he wants everyone to know you belong to him and, more importantly, that he belongs to you.

╰┈➤ as planning for the heist begins, you are present for every discussion and strategy session, a silent observer in the shadows of their grand designs. while you outwardly support berlin, deep down, you are uneasy about the plan’s immense scale and the inevitable danger it poses to him. yet you know berlin too well to argue, once his mind is set, there is no persuading him. all you can do is pray that his brilliance and luck will see him through safely.

╰┈➤ for the professor, your presence is an anomaly he hadn’t accounted for. in his meticulous calculations, you are the crack that threatens to destabilize his perfect plan. before the heist begins, he warns you in no uncertain terms, you are not to contact berlin under any circumstances. when the time comes, you will receive specific instructions, and you are expected to follow them to the letter. but that isn’t enough for you. the thought of being kept apart from berlin, especially in the face of such danger, fills you with dread, and you can’t shake the desperate need to protect him, no matter the cost.

a/n: let me know your thoughts or if you have anymore requests!! also part two to scarface is coming soon!! 🤍

[possessedmen]

In the dim light of the deserted office, Leo stirred from his unintended nap on the sofa, his senses immediately heightened by the presence of his boss and long-time friend, Victor, who was now an alien vessel of desire. As Leo's eyes fluttered open, he was met with a sight that was both familiar and bizarrely different. Victor stood over him, but there was an alien gleam in his eyes, a cocky, dominant arrogance that was not quite Victor's usual demeanor.

Leo's eyes widened in surprise, his voice cracking as he spoke, "Victor? What the hell? Everyone's gone home?"

Before Leo could fully comprehend the situation, Victor, or rather the entity within him, began to speak. "Hey buddy, I'm not exactly Victor, but you see, that alien goo you rescued on your way to work? Yeah, that's me. I possessed Victor because, well, I read your mind, and what do you know? You've got quite the crush on him and I needed a body." The explanation from the alien, delivered with Victor's sarcastic charm, left Leo stunned, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the air.

The alien within Victor had read Leo's fantasies, his secret longing for this very scenario, and was now playing it out with an intensity that was almost too real. "Oh, you're in for a surprise, Leo," Victor replied, his voice dripping with a mix of his own personality and the alien's otherworldly charm.

Victor's hands were firm as they grabbed Leo's face, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were demanding, his tongue forceful as it invaded Leo's mouth, exploring with an alien precision that left Leo breathless. The kiss was a battle of dominance, Victor's tongue wrestling with Leo's, tasting every corner, leaving Leo dizzy with lust. "Wait, are we really doing this?" Leo managed to gasp out between kisses, his shock mingling with arousal. “Don’t worry about it and relax. Pretend that I’m the real Victor,“ said the alien.

As they kissed, Victor's hands roamed over Leo's body, admiring the contours with a touch that was both possessive and appreciative. "Look at you, Leo," Victor murmured between kisses, his hands tracing the lines of Leo's muscles, "You've always kept yourself in fine form. It's quite the sight, isn't it?" The alien within admired Leo's physique, enhancing Victor's natural appreciation but with a twisted, horny edge. Leo, still in disbelief, muttered, "I can’t believe that this is really happening."

Victor's mouth moved from Leo's lips to his jaw, then down to his neck, where he bit down, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark, to claim. Leo's hands clutched at Victor's back, feeling the muscles tense under his touch as Victor continued his assault. The alien's breath was hot against Leo's skin, each exhale a promise of more to come.

With a swift motion, Victor's hand found its way into Leo's pants, gripping his hardness with a possessiveness that made Leo's hips buck involuntarily. Victor's strokes were deliberate, his grip tight, moving with an expertise that could only come from reading Leo's deepest desires. "You like this, don't you? Being dominated by your boss, your old pal," Victor whispered huskily, his voice laced with an arrogant satisfaction and a hint of sarcasm. Leo could only moan in response, his voice lost in the overwhelming sensation, "Fuck, Victor, this is insane."

Victor's other hand worked to undo his own pants, freeing his erection, which he pressed against Leo, letting him feel the full extent of his alien-enhanced desire. The contact made Leo's breath hitch, the heat of Victor's arousal against his own was almost too much. "You're really going through with this?" Leo asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and desire.

Victor then guided Leo's hand to his own hardness, making him feel the weight and heat of it. "Touch me," he commanded with a smirk, and Leo complied, his fingers wrapping around Victor, stroking him with a reverence mixed with desperation. Their hands worked in tandem, Victor's guiding Leo's in a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. "You have excellent taste in men, Leo, especially with your obsession with this," the alien complimented, referring to his own cock with a cocky grin. Leo, caught in the moment, couldn't help but laugh nervously, "You're reading my mind, aren't you?" “Guilty“ the alien Victor replied with a smirk.

As the alien Victor kissed him, he suddenly paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, Leo," he said, his voice dripping with a seductive playful tone, "Remember that trip 6 years ago after my girlfriend left me? You were quite the friend, weren't you?" The memory, long buried under the layers of their professional relationship, surfaced with a vivid clarity, enhanced by the alien's ability to delve into Leo's mind. Leo's eyes widened, "You remember that? How do you... Oh, right, the alien thing."

Before Leo could respond further, Victor's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as he whispered against his lips, "I know I said to never bring it up again but you gave me one hell of a blowjob to cheer me up, didn't you?" The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue exploring Leo's mouth with the same intensity as that night, but now with an added layer of alien prowess. Victor's other hand roamed down Leo's body, reigniting the sensations from that memory, making Leo's body respond with a familiar eagerness. "Yeah, I did," Leo admitted, his voice low, "But this is so much more than that."

"You've always had a knack for making me feel better, in more ways than one," Victor continued, his voice a mix of dominance and playful sarcasm, as he guided Leo's head lower, a clear indication of what he wanted. Leo, caught in the throes of desire and the rush of the resurfaced memory, complied, his hands working to free Victor from his pants. "I guess some things never change," Leo chuckled, his voice tinged with awe.

As Leo took Victor into his mouth, he started by teasing the tip with his tongue, swirling around it, tasting the alien-enhanced pre-cum that was surprisingly sweet. He then slowly took more of Victor in, his lips sliding down the shaft with a deliberate slowness, feeling every vein, every throb. Victor's fingers tightened in Leo's hair, guiding him with a firm yet caring touch. "That's it, Leo, just like old times," Victor groaned, his voice thick with lust, the sarcasm now replaced by pure, raw desire. Leo bobbed his head, taking Victor deeper with each movement, his tongue pressing against the underside, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked with an intensity that made Victor's hips buck. "Fuck, Leo, you're good at this," Victor moaned, his voice a blend of Victor's and the alien's.

As Leo continued, Victor pulled him up, flipping him over onto the sofa with a dominant ease. "Now it's my turn," Victor growled, his voice dripping with anticipation. He positioned himself behind Leo, spreading his cheeks with a firm grip. With a slickness provided by the alien's own lubricating abilities, Victor began to slide in, the head of his cock pressing against Leo, slowly at first, allowing Leo to feel every inch as he entered. Leo gasped, the sensation overwhelming, "Victor, oh fuck..."

Victor didn't stop, pushing deeper with each thrust, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. "You wanted me so bad, you brought an alien into our lives," Victor panted, his voice thick with lust and a hint of betrayal as he started to plow into Leo with increasing speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Leo. "But here I am, thanking you for it, you twisted bastard," Victor continued, his pace relentless, his cock sliding in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion that had Leo moaning uncontrollably.

Leo's hands gripped the edge of the sofa, his body rocking with each powerful thrust from Victor. "I never thought it'd go this far, Victor. But I'm not complaining," Leo managed to say between gasps, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Victor's hands roamed over Leo's back, sometimes gripping his hips to pull him back harder onto his cock, enhancing the depth and intensity of each penetration. "I'm inside you, Leo, just like you always wanted, but with a twist you never imagined," Victor snarled, his dominance palpable, his thrusts now a mix of punishment and pleasure.

As they neared the climax, Victor's movements became even more frantic, his voice a rough whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum, Leo, because of you, because of this twisted game we're playing." Leo was right there with him, the edge of release so close, driven by Victor's dominance and the surreal reality of their situation. "Me too, Victor, me too," Leo gasped out.

With a final, powerful thrust, Victor let out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he climaxed, the alien's influence making the experience more intense than anything humanly possible. His release filled Leo, hot and overwhelming, as Leo's own orgasm ripped through him, his body convulsing with the force of it, a culmination of desire, friendship, betrayal, and the bizarre gratitude that had woven through their encounter. "Holy shit, Victor," Leo panted, "That was... something else."

As they lay there, panting and spent, the office returned to its quiet state, but the night would forever be etched in their memories, a twisted, hot chapter in their long friendship, now forever altered by the alien's unexpected intervention. After a moment, Victor, still under the alien's control, helped Leo to his feet. They adjusted their clothes in silence, the air between them thick with the aftermath of their shared experience. With a smirk that was both Victor's and yet not, the alien guided Leo out to the car, the night air cool against their flushed skin.

As they drove to Victor's apartment, the silence was broken by Victor's voice, though it was clear the alien was in control, blending its own essence with Victor's personality. "You know, Leo," Victor started, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying alien amusement, "I've gotta say, that was one hell of a way to end a workday. Who knew you had it in you to spice things up like that?"

Leo chuckled nervously, still processing the surreal events. "Yeah, well, I didn't exactly plan on an alien possession to make it happen," he replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

The alien, adopting Victor's sarcastic tone perfectly, laughed. "Oh, come on, Leo, you've always been full of surprises. But this," it paused, letting Victor's voice drop to a lower, more intimate register, "this was something else. I didn't know you had such a kinky side." Leo shook his head, "Kinky? This is beyond kinky, Victor. This is... alien."

Switching back to its own voice but maintaining Victor's mannerisms, the alien responded, "True, but you seemed to enjoy it. And let's be honest, Leo, you've always had a thing for me. Now, thanks to you, I got to live out one of your fantasies in a way neither of us could've imagined." Leo, still in awe, admitted, "Yeah, I guess I did have a crush. But this? This is next level."

Victor's apartment came into view, and as they parked, the alien continued, now fully pretending to be Victor again, "But seriously, man, thanks for the rescue. I mean, who would've thought getting possessed would lead to this?" His voice was filled with genuine gratitude mixed with Victor's typical sarcasm. Leo laughed, "Yeah, who would've thought? But you're welcome, I guess."

They stepped out of the car, and as they walked towards the apartment, Leo found himself asking, "So, what now? You're not planning on staying in Victor permanently, are you?"

The alien chuckled, the sound eerily familiar yet otherworldly. "Nah, buddy, I'm just here for the ride. But while I'm here, let's make the most of it, yeah? Victor's got some catching up to do with his friend, and I've got some... unique experiences to try." Leo nodded, "Let's make the most of it then."

[billsbabydoll]

I ABSOLUTELY NEED A 2011 BILL SMUT WHERE HE TEASES (female) reader so bad to the point that 1 she gets mad and pulls his hair talking dirty into his ear and two cries to him because he's just so good at eating her out

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?

-contains:SMUT!

-summary:request!!!

-WARNINGS:reader and bill are just freaky asf, thank you and goodnight.

-notes:whoever sent this request, im so sorry it took me so long to post it (in exchange for my forgiveness ill gladly do the honors of slutting you out till the neighbors know my name bby<3)

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his hands tangle around your waist, fingers fumbling with the hems of your underwear—his lips desperately moving against yours; both caught in a feverish frenzy…

he leans back slightly, his lips momentarily leave yours causing you to let out a needy whine,

“shh i know what you want darlin’..” he coos in response, he removes his hands away from your waist, his fingers teasingly playing with your bottom lip before making his way down to the floor.

bill settles in a kneeling position; placing both his palms on your knees, then gently beginning to slowly spread your legs apart.

“schon so nass <already so wet>?”

“cmonn, please..”

he couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle, finding your wretched eagerness quite amusing. nonetheless he continued his tormenting…

bill lifted up from his position, peppering open mouth kisses from your legs all the way up to your clothed cunt. he stopped for a few seconds, staring deeply into your soul before latching his teeth onto your lace panties, sliding them effortlessly all the wayyy downnn.

your slick sex now on full display.

“i wonder if you taste as sweet as you look engel <angel>.”

tears suddenly began swelling up in your eyes, he hasn’t even started yet and your already a complete mess—impatient little slut are you?

“p-please bill i need you!” you loudly whimpered, making his eyes instantly dart up to meet yours again.

“need what huh,

need this?”

you open your mouth up again to argue back but were then shushed by a flick of his tongue on your clit, a groan of relief leaving out of your mouth. as soon as you received, you were then again left flustered; he suddenly moved his mouth away.

“nghh! baby please im begging you!”

“good, i love it when you beg..”

he centered his mouth back onto your pussy, sprinkling kisses around your wetness ever so softly, making you shiver at just the delicate sensation. his lips lightly graced all over your cunt; from side to side, up and down, edging you even further.

you angrily sigh and aggressively place your hands on both sides of his head, shoving him all the way into your walls, the tip of his nose bumping into your clit,

“gimme what i want,

you’ve had enough, you couldn’t bear the torture anymore, you simply snapped—

now.”

he quickly hums in obedience, the vibration of his voice sending immediate sparks straight into your core. his tongue began lapping and swirling around your entrance, occasionally sticking his tongue inside.

you throw you head backwards, letting yourself fall into the mattress, your hips now bucking into him seeking even further pleasure.

his saliva and your juices pooled on his chin, the sides of his mouth equally covered in the mixed liquids. you tasted ravishing, your taste so distinct and exotic it was the perfect combination of not too sweet not too salty; but just right.

you hands remain attached to his head, using thick strands of his hair as personal handles, fingers harshly tugging and pulling his hair any chance you could possibly get.

along with a collection of moans and groans, your tears from earlier finally fell down your face, a certain shock of ecstasy washing over your entire being.

he devoured you like a starved man, treating you as if your his last meal on earth, the biggest feast a man could ever ask for…

“ughh right there!”

“right there?”

“right there.”

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bill please come back home the kids and i miss you, babe.

[darinawrites]

Kang No-eul x f!reader| finding you in the games

Pairing: Kang No-eul x f!reader

Warnings: typical violence in squid game

A/n: I will be going feral if people don't write more for her and actually know her personality. This is sadly shorter than I'd like, I promise I'll give her more content. (Also, this is a complete new writing style for me, I hope I did it justice)

Coming back home to the last bit of humanity she has, you. She would immediately feel worry with the lack of presence in the house

Her worry deepens further when she calls out your name and you still don't make your presence be known. Her mind immediately turning to the worst possible scenario

Rushing to your shared bedroom, a wave of despair washing over her when she doesn't see your figure on the bed- or anywhere for that matter

When she finally spots the reason, she wouldn't believe it at first. Seeing the same brown card she held a few minutes ago on your bed

Would definitely blame herself, you were basically a piece of her. Always comforting her at the worst times. It made her be so besotted with you, your sweet smile always helping her. And now you're gone. She wanted to protect you, it was her duty that she set for herself. Feeling so disillusioned that she failed, her expression darkening

Crunching up her somber features as she looked closer and realized you were a player. Could this get any worse?

She knew you well, well enough to know that these games aren't meant for you. You were much too kind for your own good

Her hands palpitating at the thought that she would need to put a bullet in your head

A sigh of relief would be let out when she saw you talking with one of the players trough the black mask she had on. At last she could finally see you again, alive and well (for now)

She would most definitely be a mess of emotions when she holds the sniper in her hand, watching your body flinch as the first gunshot rang out in red light green light

Would she kill you? Would she keep you alive? She only contemplated joining these deplorable games to free miserable people, people like her. If you were so sorrowful that you joined these games, would you want her to shoot?

Ultimately, she would keep you alive if it ever came to that situation, she loves you too much to let go that easily. Not again, she wouldn't. Refusing to believe that killing was the solution for you

Would have a little smile when you successfully finished a game. Proud that you're holding better than she thought

With her higher rank, she'd try and order the circle guards to give you more food in the lunchbox

"Wow, you're lucky. You got so much more food than us!"

Her rank did sadly hinder her from seeing you more often. Usually only being able to see you in the games which made it harder for her to make it known to you that it was her

She'd try her best to position herself near you at all times, feeling elated everytime she saw your soft features. In these death games, she needed to be close to you at all times, eyes dwelling on every injury she could find to see if you needed any help. If you did, a roll of bandages would be found when you sat down on your chosen cot

And if the chance to have you alone came up, she'd take it and use it to the best of her abilities. Pulling off her mask and hearing the surprised gasp of yours as she pulled you to a secluded area. Letting your arms wrap around her body, the weight of your head on her shoulders. Hands brushing your hair as she told you all the information she could, with a few comforting words spilled between them too

That physical contact reminded her of better times, giving her a taste on where you both could be right now. It would give her the motivation to get out, to feel this, to feel you again

[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 40/42 WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another.

PROLOGUE/1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (interlude) 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 (interlude) 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 (interlude) 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39

(This jumps back to the hospital time wise, I think it’s obvious but stating it here for clarity)

CHAPTER FORTY – Iceman and Maverick Interlude

              Pete’s glad to be alive.

              That everyone is alive and the mission is a success on all fronts.

              Miracles on top of miracles.

              Though as he lies in the hospital bed back on the mainland he’s still trying to unpick exactly what happened from a personal point of view. Seresin’s ‘thanks for saving my life pops’ on the carrier had seemed a weird combination of sincere and wry. He doesn’t know what Bradley has told Jake about him. Because Seresin has been with Bradley since before he and Bradley reconciled…

              So he knows that Seresin doesn’t like him for some reason, and if it’s because of how he treated Bradley then he can deal with that. Understands it even... He’s used to people not liking him. However he’s never had reason to care before. He wants Seresin to like him. Well, he wants Bradley’s partner to like him, not look at him like he’d rather have left him to die.

              Okay. That’s maybe a bit too harsh.

              Because Seresin had saved his life as well, but he’d also said he was engaged to some guy called Leo. Or Leon. Or maybe Leonardo, he can’t really remember now, but it had definitely not been Bradley’s name that tripped from his lips so easily. He remembers that much. So either there are two Seresins that look identical and they both happen to be engaged to men. Which would be odd, but not impossible. Twins exist. He feels like Bradley would have mentioned that though. He needs to ask Ice. He’ll have made it his business to know.

              The other option it that Seresin is somehow engaged to two different men, which again… He’s not going to judge, he doesn’t have the full story. Maybe they all know about each other. He’s seen some shit in his life and as long as Bradley is happy that’s all he cares about. However if Bradley doesn’t know and Seresin is a two-timing asshole, well, Pete wouldn’t be averse to punching him. He’s pretty sure Ice would help.

              The third option, the one he thinks is the most likely, is that Seresin is suffering from a worse concussion than he’s letting on. That he’s forgotten the name of the man he’s engaged to. Pete himself has had plenty or practice making light of his injuries and faking it until he makes it. Seresin is likely the same and got the medical staff fooled. He just doesn’t know how to go about raising the matter. He’s still musing the issue when Ice steps into his room and he grins at him widely, signs I love you. It’s returned immediately but there’s an accompanying eye roll and displeased twist of lips.

              Uh oh.

              He licks his lips and wonders how bad it’s going to be. The fact that Ice cannot physically and verbally yell pains him sometimes; because he knows it always made Ice feel better, getting it all out and then deflating, his anger and cold fury spent. Now he mostly signs, saving talking for special occasions or moments when he just has to speak. Right in this moment, his jaw tense, Pete can tell Ice is probably wishing he could yell too.

              “I am so angry with you I cannot find words. Fortunately the anger is overwhelmed with the fact that you’re alive. But this was too close Mav.”

              He opens his mouth to say something, sorry would probably be a good start, even if he’s not really feeling it, but Ice holds up a hand indicating Pete is not allowed to interrupt him right now.

              “And then you BUZZED THE TOWER!” Ice signs, his arms flailing large and wide, hand slapping into the other for emphasis, and apparently this is his equivalent of yelling. “What were you thinking?”

              He’s not going to make his quip about not thinking, not only because it’s not true but he also hates that he’s the cause of Ice’s worry. The anger and frustration he can deal with, the worry is something else entirely.

              “That it would be my last flight on active duty…”

              As he suspected it stops Ice in his tracks, his sincerity and seriousness of his tone.

              “What?”

              Pete shrugs, and not quite every joint in his body aches, but it feels close to it.

              “Think I’m just going to stick to the mustang from now on…”

              “What do you mean?”

              “I still can’t cook but I could be the stay-at-home husband… retire.”

              “Pete…” Ice rasps out, and he looks terrified; Pete reaches out a hand, beckoning him closer. They’ve always had to be so careful, years of ingrained habit meaning that affection just doesn’t happen naturally in public. He laces his fingers with Ice’s, squeezes them as Ice lowers himself into the chair beside his bed.

              “I… I might feel differently in a couple of days. But I just… when I was flying I just had the thought that I was too old for that shit.”

              That earns him a huff of amusement and he grins, pleased with himself.

              “Still buzzed the tower…” Ice croaks out and Pete grins.

              “I might be getting older, but I’m not dead.”

…          …          …

              Tom has never dared bring up retirement, the fact that Pete has makes him feel so many conflicting emotions. He can’t imagine a Navy without Maverick in it, or Mav without flying, but the idea of him always being there when he comes home is an intoxicating one.

              “I’m worried Seresin has a more severe concussion than he’s letting on…” Pete is saying and he pulls himself back to listening to what Pete is saying and he frowns. He just saw Seresin and he’d seemed completely fine. He pulls his hand free so he can return to signing.

              “You a doctor now?” Pete gives him the finger, pulling a face and Ice snorts, glad he’s also feeling okay. So so glad.

              “Are there any other Seresins that Bradley could be engaged to?”

              Ice shakes his head, expression going serious and he looks at Mav carefully.

              “He didn’t say he was engaged to Bradley. He said he was engaged to some guy called Leon. You don’t think… he wouldn’t be engaged to two people do you?”

              Ice shakes his head, remembers something, a comment Slider made in passing, can’t remember what it is, but he’s certain he’s heard the name before. Then Pete is mumbling about not jumping to conclusions, which is laughable considering that’s Maverick’s fucking trademark. Except then he’s signing open mind and Tom rolls his eyes.

              “If it’s not that, then I think he might be suffering from a worse concussion. He’s forgotten Bradley’s name… Thinks he’s engaged to someone completely different. I didn’t want to say anything to him, confuse him any more than he already was.”

              “Have you considered that your concussion has made you forget who Bradley is engaged to?” Ice signs, glad Pete put in the effort to learn ASL. It also reassures him that even if Pete’s brain is a little shook, it’s not actually bad. Pete opens his mouth to protest then he narrows his eyes and Tom tries very hard to stop his lips from twitching in amusement.

              “You’re winding me up. Asshole. I’m literally lying in a hospital bed right now.”

              “I’m desensitized,” Tom signs, having to finger spell the last word. “Anyway, I just invited him to dinner tomorrow night,” Tom adds.

              “Who?”

              “Seresin,” Tom spells out.

              “Oh. Can I… can I invite the Daggers? To dinner?”

              He knows Pete is asking about more than just dinner. Inviting people into their home is a declaration of trust and show of vulnerability. Not one Pete often extends.

              “Of course.”

              “Great. I’ll talk to them.”

              “I’ll cook. Or Bradley can help me…”

              “Bradley is here? Bradley will take over the kitchen…” Pete mutters, but his words are beginning to slur. He’s still a little sore over the fact that Bradley won’t let him help in the kitchen. He’s been permitted to watch, sometimes help under very strict supervision. It’s been nice to see them relearn how to be around each other. Mav’s eyes are blinking slowly, like he’s going to fall back to sleep and he leans forward to press a kiss to Mav’s forehead.

              “Sleep…”

…          …          …

              He sleeps fitfully, keeps waking just to check that Pete is beside him. He is, sacked out in the spread-eagled way he always adopts whenever he’s not in a berth on a carrier or bunk. Like he has to make up for all the space he hasn’t had. He gets up finally, sets about making coffee and making some toast and eggs. Maverick was discharged with strict instructions to rest, which is always a tall order. Fortunately Mav’s body seems to be exhausted, so it probably gives him a couple of days at least before he has to begin either bribing or physically restraining him.

              He manages to rouse Maverick enough to get some food into him, and he’s awake and moving around for nearly two hours before he crashes and falls asleep on the sofa while Tom is making a shopping list; instructions from Bradley coming in thick and fast via his phone, including pictures of what things looks like and Tom just shakes his head. He forces Pete awake again and back to bed, before telling him he’s going to the grocery store. He doesn’t know if hosting a dinner is the best thing right now, considering how tired Mav is, but he knows if he tries and suggests they postpone it he’ll receive a withering I’m fine.

              He gets back, make sandwiches for lunch and takes some upstairs to find Mav awake and doing something on his phone. He frowns and puts down the plate on the bedside table.

              “No screens…”

              “I’ve got the brightness turned all the way down, it’s fine. No different from looking at you…”

              Tom isn’t quite sure how to take that, just shakes his head and takes the phone from his hand and replaces it with a sandwich.

              “Ah… there’ll be crumbs…”

              Tom doesn’t bother with replying, there have been far worse things in their bad than a few sandwich crumbs; when he glances back at Mav he realizes the thought must have shown on his face because Mav is grinning and he shakes his head with amusement. He’s received the full de-brief report now, and he plans to share it with Bradley. Seresin is likely going to have nightmares, and it’ll be good for Bradley to know why. Not that Bradley can do anything about them, but he still feels it’s a case of understanding what, exactly, they’ve just gone through. That’s still a few hours away though, and as he considers Pete lying in bed he make a decision and pulls his shirt off and undoes his belt, stripping down to his underwear.

              “Mmm… I know what you’re doing…”

              Tom grunts, slides against warm skin and closes his eyes.

              “I didn’t need an incentive to stay in bed, but thank for providing one anyway.”

              Tom grins.

…          …          …

              He wakes up to the sound of yelling and he blinks, listens closer. It’s one-sided yelling, so he suspects Tom is signing or writing… although even if he’s talking the volume is barely above a whisper anyway. It sounds like it’s Bradley. Well. Pete’s going to avoid an angry Bradley for as long as possible, he’s not an idiot. Ice has always been better at dealing with that side of him, quiet and calm whereas Pete would often yell back.

              It’s nearly five, and he feels so much better for having rested or slept all day. What he needs now is a shower and water, both of which he can get in the bathroom without going anywhere near the yelling. He starts the shower then fills the water glass beside the sink, throws back three glasses in quick succession. Rolls his neck and wonders if he should take a preemptive Tylenol for the low-grade headache. It’s not bad, but he also doesn’t want to have it distracting him from spending time with the Daggers. Plus if Ice sees him taking any painkillers later he’ll kick everyone out and insist he needs to rest. So now it is…

              He’s in the shower when he hears the tapping on the glass and he wipes away the steam and droplets to see Tom standing there, and he’s clearly been up longer.

              “Bradley is here…” Tom signs, and Pete grins. He wonders if he can tell Bradley what his sign name is, that Ice named him Baby Bird, because the initials match but they used to call him Little Goose until he asked them to stop.

              “I heard…” Pete says wryly and Ice snorts and rolls his eyes.

              “He checked on you, then I let him read the debrief report.”

              “What! Ice!”

              Tom raises an eyebrow, and he supposes of all the things they’ve done over the years this is far from the worst. Except it’s usually him leading Ice into trouble and him getting them out. For Ice to have done this… well. He’ll have his reasons and he looks completely unrepentant. Explains the yelling at least, and Pete wonders who exactly Bradley is madder with.

              “How angry is he?”

              “Very. He’s working through his anger on the vegetables…”

              “Oh. So I probably shouldn’t go in there.”

              “He’s holding a very sharp knife. Maybe leave him for a bit.”

              “Yeah. Good call.”

…          …          …

              He still hasn’t been brave enough to venture into the kitchen. Bradley has come out, wrapped him in a tight hug that made him wince, muttered under his breath in what Pete assumes was Italian and then gone back into the kitchen, closing the door very firmly behind him. Ice has gone in and out freely though, coming out with plates covered in little bite-sized bits of food, and the smells from the kitchen are making his stomach grumble. The kitchen door bangs open then and Bradley stands there glaring at him.

              “Mav! Don’t even think of it!” Bradley says, pointing the knife at him and Pete draws his hand back, shares a look with Tom who is laughing silently. Then the door is closed again and he quickly snatches a little thing off the plate and shoves it into his mouth. It’s sweet and tangy, fluffy but crisp pastry and he looks closer at the plate, wonders what it is he’s currently chewing on. It’s good. He expected it to be of course, but he wants more. A little mouthful isn’t enough. He’s reaching for another when the doorbell rings and Ice’s eyes go wide and he’s stepping toward his study.

              They realized that Mav is going to have to introduce the Dagger squad to Bradley, which is going to likely cause a bit of a stir, which he’s secretly looking forward to. And then Ice will step into the room, and Mav will introduce him as his partner, which he knows will also cause a stir. It’s the kind of chaotic energy he likes and he blows Ice a kiss and throws up the I love you sign just before he reaches the front door.

              He opens it to find most of them there, and they must have decided to carpool, or no one wanted to be first so they waited outside until they were a group. A team. He grins at them and waves them inside, offering them drinks and accepting their compliments on the smells, and he admits that he’s not the one cooking.

              “I didn’t plan this by the way, he wasn’t meant to be here, we were just going to do something simple on the grill but my godson was in town…”

              It’s not intentional, at least he doesn’t think so, but Bradley is pushing the door to the kitchen open, carrying another plate and he takes in the gathered aviators with an easy smile.

              “Everyone, this is my godson Bradley. Some of you might know him…”

              “Holy shit… Bradley Bradshaw.”

              “Your godson is Bradley Bradshaw?”

              “Just… you can just call him Bradley. Right? They can just call you Bradley?” Pete asks him and Bradley laughs, nods.

              “Yeah. Of course. Please do not full name me. Hi. It’s nice to meet you… any chance of maybe getting some names?”

              “Oh shit. Sorry… Uh. You want full names or…”

              “How about you sort out drinks while I go round and introduce myself.”

              Pete nods, because bottles of beer and glasses of wine and juice he can deal with, sorting them out as Bradley makes the rounds, shaking hands and smoothly accepting compliments and answering questions, and he supposes he’s grown into his fame. Wonders if he’s had training or it’s just all come to him naturally. It reminds him startingly of Carole, her friendly and easy-going nature before Goose died. The doorbell rings again and that’s now everyone except for Seresin, and he wonders what time Ice told him. Hopes it was the same time Pete told all the Daggers.

              “Mav… you never told us your godson was Bradley Bradshaw…”

              “I’m telling you now.”

              “This is so cool. Do you think he’d sign something for me? Of agree to a selfie?”

              “Just ask him. He’ll let you know…”

              “It’s a really nice place you’ve got here Mav.”

              “Thanks. Most of it is Tom’s taste. The garage and hangar are more my domain…”

              “Tom?”

              “You have a hangar?”

              “Yeah. Beautiful P51 in it as well.”

              There’s a cough then and Pete looks up to see Ice standing in the doorway, expression amused. Oops.

              “Ah. Tom. I believe most of you know my partner, Tom Kazansky.”

              Even Bradley seems to get a kick out of how every Dagger squad member seems to straighten up as if pulled by an invisible string, although something has spooked him and he’s pulling out his phone and heading back toward the kitchen, expression grim.

              “Talk about fucking bombshells,” Coyote says.

              “Wait… if this is also Admiral Kazansky’s house…”

              “Yeah. Where’s Hangman?” Phoenix asks, and she is the one who looks the least surprised about the whole Ice reveal.

              Then there’s the doorbell again and Pete opens it, knows Seresin has to be on the other side. Except it’s Violet, he’d forgotten Ice had mentioned she was coming as well. He accepts Violet’s hug and kiss to each cheek easily and then Hangman is there, right behind Violet, his expression tight, eyes scanning the room, giving a single nod to Ice.

              “Violet… what are you doing here?” Phoenix asks, and Pete wants to say that she’s invited. She’s like Bradley’s sister, although the one time he called her that she’d pulled a face and insisted she preferred being called his cousin.

              “I’m with him. He’s my cousin.”

              “Hangman is your cousin?”

              “Jake is my cousin… Hangman can be left at the door thanks…” Violet says, and for some reason Seresin is grinning, throwing a wink to Violet but he’s zeroed in on something, is taking steps toward the kitchen. Pete’s still trying to make sense of the whole cousin comment, because she’s Bradley’s cousin, how can she be Seresin’s cousin as well? Although not related by blood, so maybe it’s the same with Hangman? Hangman who has his hand on the door to the kitchen and Pete needs to warn him.

              “Ah, Lieutenant, I really wouldn’t go in there. My godson, Bradley, he gets really particular about who’s in the kitchen with him… and he’s already not in the best mood…”

              Seresin is looking at him like he’s the crazy one and Pete shoots a look to Ice, hand waving because some help right now would really be appreciated but Ice does nothing and then Seresin is stepping into the kitchen, someone is asking Phoenix how she knows Violet but Pete needs to see this, because he’s still not sure how Bradley and Seresin fit together. If they are actually together like Ice is convinced they are.

              “Hey…”

              “You,” Bradley says, and he’s pointing a large knife directly at the middle of Seresin’s chest and Pete steps into the kitchen quickly, needs to diffuse the situation immediately, shutting the door behind him.

              “You disobeyed direct orders,” Bradley starts.

              BANG as he slams a pan on the hob.

              “And I know it was to save Mav –”

              THUMP as he drops a large bag of flour on the bench.

              “But holy shit Jake…”

              CRASH as he grabs three glass bowls stacked within one another. None of them break.

              “Leo… baby…”

              Pete blinks. Because Bradley isn’t even put out by being called the wrong name, and maybe times have changed, but he’s pretty sure if he called Tom another man’s name he’d be out on his ass before he could even apologize or explain.

              “No! You don’t… fucking hell Jake!”

              Then Bradley is yelling, and it’s in Italian, Seresin is standing there and simply listening, like he can understand what Bradley is saying. Yelling. Huh. Maybe he does understand. Regardless, Bradley is spitting mad and Pete is reminded of him as a teenager, his inclination to lose his temper quickly, although he already seems to be losing steam in the face of Seresin’s calm acceptance.

              “I’m sorry baby… mi dispiace… ti amo…” Pete does a double take, because okay, Seresin not only understands Italian, but speaks it too. “Posa il coltello Leo amore mio… put down the knife.”

              Bradley looks at the knife with sudden realization and places it abruptly on the bench, then he’s reaching for Seresin and kissing him and Pete sucks his lips into his mouth, not sure quite what’s happened.

              “Uh…”

              Bradley and Seresin pull away from one another and both turn towards him.

              “Hmm. Maverick… And Admiral Kazansky. You kind of missed a chunk when you were telling me about them.”

              “What?” Bradley asks.

              “The fact that they’re together. A couple? Have been for decades?”

              “Uh… you said you knew!”

              “Leo! I knew about your relationship with them. Not their relationship to each other!”

              “Uh… fuck. Sorry…”

              “Mmm… you will be…”

              Pete frowns, because he still doesn’t understand why Seresin is calling Bradley a different name, and that Bradley doesn’t seem to mind. And he’d say something about the whole you will be but is fast realizing he maybe doesn’t want to know. Doesn’t need to know. Bradley is an adult.

…          …          …

              Tom cannot understand a single word of what was being yelled out just now, but Violet was standing there, nodding along, occasionally frowning and then nodding again. The other Daggers are standing around, looking a combination of confused, amused and uncomfortable.

              “Is… that’s Bradley yelling at…”

              “Maverick?”

              “No,” Violet corrects. “Jake. For being an idiot.”

              “How does he know Hangman?”

              “I mean… he just stepped into Bradley Bradshaw’s kitchen. That’s a pretty idiot move right there…”

              “Do you need to know Hangman to want to yell at him?”

              “Oh god, he probably just told Bradley Bradshaw his food was awful…”

              “Or that he likes his ketchup range and puts it on all his meals…”

              “Oh man, I would pay good money to watch Hangman sit down to a meal cooked by Bradley Bradshaw and just see him drown it in sauce…”

              “Hey. Hangman can actually eat a meal without adding sauce. I’ve seen him do it in Italy…” Lieutenant Avalone states.

              Interesting Tom thinks to himself, that they all think Hangman and Bradley don’t know each other. Yet Violet isn’t acting anyway out of the ordinary, for what he knows of her at least. And he notes that Lieutenant Trace is watching her more than anything or anyone else. Hmm.

              “Come on… I want you to come and meet my friends properly…”

              Now Seresin is tugging Bradley out from the kitchen, and Tom can’t think of any way to describe the look on Bradley’s face other than lovesick. Or simply deeply in love. Their fingers are laced together and Seresin is grinning and relaxed, despite clearly being yelled at for reasons Tom knows are in a folder on his desk. That’s fine, it helps them to remember there are people who love them waiting for them to come home safely.

              “So, I guess you’ve met my squad, but Javy… He’s special. He’s going to be my best man.”

              “Yeah. Coyote…” Bradley says, and he’s holding back a wide grin, clearly amused by something.

              “Yeah man… we met already… but… Uh…” Lieutenant Machado starts and Tom is amused.

              “Hangman?”

              “What?”

              “You want to tell us something?”

              “What?”

              “What are you introducing Bradley Bradshaw to us like you… know him?”

              “Uh. Because I do? I’m going to marry him as soon as we figure out a date.”

              “I thought you said his name was… Leo?” Lieutenant Machado says slowly, and Maverick is signing at him across the room See! See! I told you! LEO!

              Oh… now it’s coming back to him. Slider’s comment about how Seresin always referred to Bradley as Leo. Oh. This is brilliant. He ignores Maverick, which seems to make him confused. It’s kind of cute.

              “Leo. Bradley. Same person. I told you I was getting married. You agreed to be my best man already…”

              “Um. Yeah. Your fiancé is Leo…”

              “Yeah. And this is Leo.”

              “No. That’s fucking Bradley Bradshaw. We all know who he is…”

              Jake’s eyebrows go up and Bradley bites his bottom lip.

              “Because you just met him?”

              “What? No… he’s… like… famous.”

              “Hands up if you would have recognized him before Maverick introduced him…”

              Eleven hands get raised and Violet is leaning back, her arms crossed as she stares Bradley down and Tom watches with interest. He’s starting to understand Mav’s love of chaos and drama a little bit more right now. As long as he or Mav aren’t in the middle of it then it’s infinitely more amusing. No wonder Slider always wants to hear about Mav’s antics.

              “Famous…? How famous?” Seresin asks, and he’s turning toward Bradley with narrowed eyes and Tom cannot believe he’s getting to watch all this play out. Bradley is looking embarrassed.

              “Like… TV shows and recipe books and guest judging on other cooking shows and… like. Famous. We all know who he is,” Lieutenant Garcia says. “Seriously Hangman? You didn’t know you were engaged to someone famous?”

              “I don’t care about his fame,” Seresin states, a sentiment that Tom approves of whole heartedly. “Don’t think he’s going to forget about me in a hurry either…”

              “Non potrei mai dimenticarti. Tu sei il mio passato, il mio presente e il mio future…”

              Seresin flushes then, looking happy and pleased, Bradley pressing into his side and pressing a kiss against his cheek, all while Violet is rolling her eyes. Tom wonders if he should start learning Italian.

              “Giovane amore…”

              “What did he say?” Machado asks.

              “You sure you want to know?”

              “Uh…”

              “I could never forget you. You are my past, my present and my future. I love you,” Violet provides, without waiting for a further answer and there are several low whistles of appreciation, because yeah, damn. Bradley’s a romantic.

              He still doesn’t understand why Seresin calls him Leo though.

[fairestbeard]

Every song counts on The Bear.

Note: This is adding to what @ambeauty posted about Sydcarmy songs and how music serves as part of the story telling.

We all know that music is a very necessary part of television or any kind of motion picture for that matter, if for nothing else, for its aesthetic value. But many times it goes way beyond the aesthetics- it contributes to the mood, depth and even acts as a narrative device.

The Bear nails down the latter perfectly. Music in The Bear is not to be overlooked at all. It is in itself a conveyor of not just mood, depth and narration – but intention. It lets you know what these mostly quiet (haha) voices are really trying to say. It spells out the between the lines.

Storer establishes this firmly in The Bear’s pilot System. They come out swinging with giving us the music as its own voice.

After Carmy’s very lovely, not at all disturbing dream, we’re plunged right into his immediate, very frantic world at The Beef with “new noise” which later blends in perfectly with “old engine oil” while he tries to innovate in the midst of lack. The music is chaotic, it’s urgent. There’s Carmy running against time contrasted with visuals of old photos- time passed. There are no words but the music tells you that what’s happening here is an attempt to blend new ideas into an old system. The moment he catches a break, everything goes quiet.

After meeting with Syd and receiving some confidence boosting last words, Carmy is back in the kitchen to give some orders and get the day rolling. Don’t Give A Damn by Serengeti starts playing. Here’s part of the lyrics:

I personally view Serengeti’s music as Carmy’s main voice for season 1 (because it reads very stream-of-consciousness, is very attuned with his struggles of the day lyrically and always plays when he needs to be in control of the kitchen). Meanwhile he faces a lot of objections to the changes he’s trying to make but he is standing his ground. You can tell he doesn't have the utmost respect of the people he is dealing with but it’s clear that he’s the one in charge, regardless. The dominant voice. Until Richie appears, that is.

The change in the atmosphere as Richie enters The Beef is so jarring. It is immediately obvious that he's the favorite of the two in that kitchen. A new rock and roll song overpowers Serengeti (I tried to find out what song that was without any success). Notice how when they go into the walk in away from everyone else except Syd, the music goes quiet.

After Carmy takes a good shot at Richie with the subject of inheritance, Serengeti (Don’t Blame Steve) starts playing and a battle of voices and sounds ensue. It’s white millennial rap vs Gen X rock and roll and each song gets louder and dominates when the respective character is making their argument. This time Richie comes out on top, having the last word. Carmy is looking humiliated in front of his girl his new employee while Richie's Gen X rock and roll closes out the scene.

Later, when Carmy taste tests the new sandwich with The Beef staff, the same mix of “new noise” and “old engine oil" plays again in the same mix.

Also we see Tina trying to assert herself as well by putting on her own music on the stereo but Syd shuts it down immediately by manually turning it off, kind of foretelling how their own relationship will go.

The Bear wants you to understand that the music is saying something. It’s a part of the story in such an integral way. So we always have to take into consideration what the music is implying in any given scene. Storer is letting you know there’s nothing wasted, there’s nothing offhand.

Everything is intentional.

[swallowtail-ageha]

Bringing Insane Discourse that was caused by reddit showing me for some godforsaken reason posts of the helluvaboss sub and being bombarded by the "is the imp girl gonna abort" discourse but like. I do not think a pregnancy plot is the end-all of a female character if done well you are all just used to how sitcoms and shipfics treat babies

[spushii]

i just think at the end of the day you can be as bitchy and petty and gatekeepy as you want on the internet about what should and shouldnt constitute a Battle Jacket, but when you see someone at the grocery store wearing an old vest with some safety pins in it and an iron-on patch and some patches sewn on they obviously drew themselves with fabric marker, you're gonna smile at them at tell them it looks sick, because it looks sick

[tenok]

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[tkbrokkoli]

as i was abt to head out of the door today i realized im wearing my kim kitsuragi clothes w a matching energy drink so i stopped to take a quick pic

[Begin ID: A person has taken a picture of the energy drink they are holding, angling downwards so their feet are visible. They are wearing black boots, grey cargo pants, an orange jacket and red driving gloves. The energy drink can matches the jacket in color. End ID]

[9ofspades]

One of these days I’m actually going to go on my soapbox about how calling the wizard books “mediocre” is ignoring the point and doing more harm than good, the same way that if you called Chik-fil-A sandwiches “generic cardboard crap”, it doesn’t help solve the actual issue.

[theokusgallery]

Huh

Happy thursday lads. Do me a favour, take my dungeon meshi dating quiz and tell me who you got in the tags

[apocalypticdemon]

i love it when i get possessed by the urge to do something and i feel like i must do it right away Or Else

[xhyjin]

husband gojo! who turns into “the neediest” after a long day of being “the strongest” the moment he walks through the door. his blindfold or glasses are tossed aside because, to him, you’re no sight for sore eyes; he wants nothing obstructing his view of you. he’s immediately all over you, clinging to you like a lifeline. and when you groan, “toru, i need my personal space,” he only grins and murmurs, “i need your personal space too, baby,” before wrapping his long legs around you, nearly making you stumble and fall with him still stubbornly attached, laughing like it’s the best part of his day. (it is)

husband gojo! who, ever since you baked him a birthday cake once, fell head over heels for your baking. now, it’s a tradition; he refuses to have a birthday cake unless it’s made and decorated by you. this extends to his sweet tooth cravings too; whenever he comes across random dessert recipes on his phone, he immediately sends them your way with an innocent “doesn’t this look good?” even if you’ve never seen or heard of the dessert before. he’ll hover around the kitchen, sneaking peeks and stealing tastes, grinning like a kid because there’s nothing sweeter to him than something made by your hands.

husband gojo! who absolutely loves when you spend his money. it takes you a while to get comfortable using it because you feel bad, but he always reassures you with a grin, “my money is your money, sweetheart. it’s all gonna be spent on you anyway.” he gets genuinely excited when you come home from a shopping trip or when packages arrive at the door, practically glowing with pride. seeing you spoiled and happy makes him feel like he’s doing something right. his favorite part, though, is when you give him a haul, showing off everything you bought and trying on all your new clothes just for him. he’ll sit back, arms crossed with the biggest smirk on his face, and say, “damn, I knew my money looked good on you.”

husband gojo! who is so, so, so protective of you that sometimes he just wants to keep you home, away from the outside world, where nothing can touch you. he’s spent his whole life as nothing but a weapon for jujutsu society, and all he wants now is to keep you safe, to shield you from everything. when you’re out together, his arm is always wrapped securely around your waist or draped over your shoulder, a silent reminder to everyone that you’re his to protect. dates are rarely in public—he prefers private, intimate places or the comfort of home, where he knows you’re safe in his arms. he’ll even insist on teaching you self-defense, but the lesson always ends the same: him pinning you down, a smirk on his face as he attacks you with kisses, murmuring, “looks like you’re still defenseless against me.”

husband gojo! who quite literally steals your entire personality. the moment you say a new phrase or pick up a habit, he’s quick to latch onto it, memorizing it like it’s second nature. by the next day, he’s already using it effortlessly, as if it’s always been part of his vocabulary. when you catch him doing it, he just shrugs with a small grin, “what can I say? you’re my favorite person—I can’t help it.” he admires you so much that your quirks and habits naturally become his own.

husband gojo! who sometimes tries to scare you in the mornings by hovering over you, his face so close that the first thing you see when you open your eyes are his deep blue eyes staring wide into yours. it always makes you jolt awake, your hands flailing as you instinctively poke or smack him in surprise. he’ll laugh, completely unfazed, pulling back just enough to grin down at you with a playful, “good morning, sleepyhead. miss me?” even when you scold him for nearly giving you a heart attack, he just chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead like it’s the most natural way to start his day.

husband gojo! who, just like he steals your personality, also steals your scent and fashion. if you have a favorite perfume, he’s either hunting down the “manly” version of it or shamelessly spritzing yours when you’re not looking. and when it comes to clothes, he’ll buy the exact same pieces you own—just a few sizes bigger so they suit him. it’s not even subtle; he’ll walk out wearing a sweater that’s just like yours, grinning proudly when you notice. “what? we match. it’s cute,” he says, completely unapologetic, because to him, there’s nothing better than being a reflection of the person he loves most.

husband gojo! who’ll dye a small streak of his snow-white hair your favorite color just to surprise you. he keeps it subtle and tucked away, hidden so well that no one else would even notice unless they were running their fingers through his hair—and no one gets that close but you. sometimes he changes it when your favorite color shifts, always paying attention to the little details that make you smile. when you do find it, gently brushing his hair aside, he grins at you softly and says, “figured I’d keep a piece of you with me.”

husband gojo! who genuinely tries his best to make time for you, despite how often he gets called away for missions. sometimes days pass without him seeing you, and the distance wears on him more than he'd ever admit. when he finally comes home, the moment he sees you, he's on his knees, pressing kisses to every inch of your body, mumbling softly between each one about how much he missed you. "missed you so much, baby... couldn't stop thinking about you," he whispers against your skin, his voice laced with exhaustion and love. it's in moments like these-when he's been deprived of your warmth and attention-that he starts to second-guess being a jujutsu sorcerer at all. because no mission, no battle, could ever compare to being with you.

husband gojo! who drops everything the second he steps through the door after a grueling three-day mission, exhaustion forgotten the moment he sees you standing there, holding out a small gift box. confusion turns to shock as he opens it, and inside, a positive pregnancy test. for a moment, the world stops; his heart races, his breath catches, and then it hits him: he has a family now.

husband gojo! who doesn’t even hesitate. right then and there, he decides he can’t be both a sorcerer and a father. he refuses to miss a single pregnancy milestone, a single moment with you or his child, because of his work. the next day, he quits. the elders, the Gojo clan, they can pester him, manipulate him, lecture him about “duty” and “protecting the country,” but he won’t budge. “It’s my duty to protect my family,” he’ll say firmly, his hand resting on your growing belly. no one will take him away from you and the life you’re building together.

[lyrefromthesea]

(Ignore this if this if u don’t want to do this) May I request something? I would love to see some masturbation headcanons about the pillars, while away on a mission for too long or just needy in general and their S/O is either ignoring/teasing them on purpose or just not available.

Take care and good night/day!

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Male pillars x Reader - masturbating when you're away

author's note: i think i messed up Rengoku's part, the reader is sitting right in front of him. i sadly don't have time to change it, but i hope you'll still find pleasure reading his part.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: nsfw, smut

Tengen:

• honestly, really doesn't masturbate often, he's together with four gorgeous people after all

• will only do it when he's on a long mission

• or after you teased him relentlessly, not because he's that desperate (he is), but to punish you.

the door was locked, your ear pressed against the wood separating Tengen and you. he had locked himself inside, not going to accept your teasing any longer.

"your fault, darling." he moaned, refusing to let you in. you could hear the slick sound of his hand moving up and down his cock.

truthfully, he would've almost felt embarrassed showing it to you, your teasing touches and words now made his irritated cock oversensitive.

"maybe next time you wanted to fuck, you could've just told me.." he groaned, the sound making warmth spread to your lower body.

yes, this was his way of punishing you, he just didn't expect to hear you moan on the other side of the door, deciding to make him taste his own medicine.

he squeezed the base of his cock tightly, trying to prevent himself from cumming. shit, he didn't know you would pull this kind of stunt on him.

Obanai:

• not the kind of person to masturbate because he feels the need to

• probably started when he fell in love with you and wanted to feel your body against his

• would never tell you what happened behind closed doors

"s- shit.." he gasped, hand steadily stroking his dick. he didn't think his day would end like this, but his body reacted involuntarely when you two interacted.

it wasn't much, you just needed to get past him and squeezed your body past his. however, feeling your chest press against his own send his mind reeling.

he had immediately hurried home, locking himself up to take care of his problem. however, he couldn't stop thinking of you - your touch.

"i just want you.." he moaned, trying to let his frustration out. naturally, his movements got more rough, making his poor cock twitch from the overstimulation.

"damn it..!" he cursed, pulling his hand away with a whimper. he felt pathetic, but couldn't stop either.

was it so hard to just talk to you already?

Rengoku:

• this man doesn't masturbate at all. (not really, but y'know what i mean.)

• weirdly enough, would probably do it if you ask him

• mutual masturbation? he'll do it

"i didn't.. i didn't think it would feel this good.." he panted, hand trying to match the rhythm you were using on yourself. his eyebrows were furrowed, sweat making hair stick to his head.

"do you feel g- good too?" he asked, lips parted - he felt like hyperventilating otherwise.

his eyes were trained on your hands, watching the way you were playing with yourself. something about seeing you like this - needy and desperate - managed to get him so much harder.

however, your hands faltered, watching him stroke his dick, making you slowly forget about moving. you were entranced by his moans, often harmonizing with yours.

"h- hey! you need to keep going t- too.." he moaned, snapping you out of your trance. you started moving your hands again, moaning at the familiar feeling of pleasure.

who knew masturbating like this could be this erotic? perhaps you should introduce him to other ideas in bed too.

Sanemi:

• does jack off every now and then, it was like that before he met you already

• will always prefer sex with you if he has the chance, masturbating is his last resort

• mostly on missions, somehow always turns it rough

the message he received from you - delivered from a small crow - was meant to be innocent.

when you wrote about how you missed his touch, you refered to the times the two of you would sit together and cuddle or lay in bed. it's not your fault he interpreted it differently.

for him your message felt like an endless tease, clouding his mind with the thoughts of your shared intimacy. naturally, being the man he was, he was pissed.

"y- you little.." he groaned, burying his head in the pillow right next o him. he didn't need the people next door hearing him jack off.

"when i get back and your needy little ass won't be there- fuck!" his groans turned louder, the movement of his hand turning even rougher.

life was unfair, he was fucking horny because of you and you weren't even there to take responsibility for it. he could only thrust into his hand, pretending it was you.

"i'll fuck you, j- just you wait.." he spoke, already having forgotten that he had wanted to be silent. his thoughts were completely on you, imagining the way he would take you when he came back home.

and truthfully, you knew this was going to happen, didn't you?

Giyuu:

• nearly never touched himself before meeting you, it skyrocketed with your relationship

• will not touch himself while he's away

• turns into a whining mess when you're the one going away

"[name], [name], [name]..!" he chanted, eagerly bucking into his hand. it's only been four days, but he was desperate to be in your arms again - to hold you in his arms.

he had tried to stay civil at first, going on about his day, but after the second night of being alone, he found himself sleeping on your side of the bed, breathing in the remains of your sweet scent.

he didn't want to get hard from it, he really didn't, it just happened. it was too late to stop when he realized what he was doing, already grinding against the mattress.

"i want to cum, i want to cum so bad.." he gasped, whines leaving his lips with every thrust of his cock. his knees were pushing his lower body up, left arm holding his upper body up.

he knew it was lewd, that others would probably laugh at him for behaving like this, but he was in need of your presence.

"gonna cum for you, gonna cum for you.. s- so hard.." he whimpered, not noticing how the front door opened.

you would return today, but blinded by his feelings, he had completely forgotten.

well, at least the sight of his shaking body would be a nice surprise for you.

Gyomei:

• truthfully, nearly doesn't masturbate at all

• will probably do it while being away for a mission for a long time

• would probably feel guilty after thinking of you during such a lewd act

"ah, [name].." he muttered, strong hand wrapped around his shaft. his head was dipped down, eyes closed in concentration.

he had been masturbating for a while now, his cock twitching in hand. he was close, the sound of your voice lingering in his mind. the melodic sound of your laugh always managed to bring him closer to ecstacy.

"i hope you can forgive me for this, darling.." he groaned, trying to keep his voice down. he climaxed silently, knowing that people were staying in the room next door.

he felt his cum ooze out silently, his other hand covering his mouth. he had to stay in an inn for this mission, but other people had rented rooms in this place.

he opened his eyes slowly, his lips parted to take deep breaths. he knew you probably wouldn't mind, but he still felt guilt bubble up in him.