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[awearywritersworld]

men are so quick to blame the gods

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night. w/c: 2.6k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst/fluff. aged up!yuuji. sa is mentioned but it's pretty much just sukuna saying he doesn't condone it. heavy kissing. obvi features yuuji x reader but it's not at all the focus. cursing. sukuna calls you kitten. i'd like to think he's not too ooc in this but im probably delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: am i rehabbing our handsome vicious psychopath? yes<3 loosely inspired by this post (features manga spoilers) of him being v beautiful and poetic series masterlist // masterlist

humans have always irritated the king of curses— pathetic little vermin scurrying around, utterly oblivious to their own weakness.

so it came as quite a shock to him when he awoke after over a millenia, only to find himself trapped inside the body of some teenaged brat.

nearly 7 years later and he's positive there isn't a person he despises more in the universe. not even the cocky six eyes wielder can elicit sukuna's fury the way itadori yuuji so easily does.

that's why he resolved early on to kill his vessel's pretty little girlfriend, an act he hopes might satiate his spite. he's positive nothing would devastate yuuji more.

luckily for you, life has a funny way of working.

you and yuuji are standing at an intersection in the city, the pink-haired man staring at his phone as he tries to piece together the directions to a new sushi restaurant you've been wanting to try.

when the pedestrian sign on the other side of the street blinks, you step out onto the pavement without checking for oncoming traffic.

"what the-" yuuji's confused voice fills your ears just as a rough hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward violently.

a car barrels through the spot you'd just been standing, the driver clearly not paying attention to the traffic signal. you look back just in time to see harsh black marks fading from your boyfriend's arm, though the rest of his body has seemingly remained unblemished.

it's an odd sensation for yuuji because he's never lost control to sukuna in such a manner. he doesn't dwell on it long though, as anger blossoms in his chest.

"do not touch her," he scolds the curse occupying his body.

a mouth appears on his cheek and scoffs. "sure. i'll just let her die next time."

"it's okay, yu," you interject before he can retaliate. "thanks, sukuna. i, uh, appreciate it."

he grumbles something incomprehensible, his mouth quickly disappearing. your boyfriend looks at you bemused, but you only shrug. the fact that yuuji had lost control to sukuna doesn't make you feel nervous or threatened. you're grateful that he kept you from being run over, albeit a bit surprised.

as you continue your walk to the the sushi restaurant, you find yourself not quite able to meet yuuji's eye because... well... you haven't exactly been forthright regarding your relationship with the king of curses.

the first night it happens, you're laying in bed eagerly finishing the final volume of a manga you've been reading. yuuji is fast asleep and has been for hours, though you're used to being the night owl in the relationship.

you keep wiping at your eyes, the cheerful ending tugging at your heartstrings and tying the story together in a beautiful way.

"can you stop with your incessant sniveling? this idiot's brain is so rarely quiet and you're ruining it."

you look over to see the eye beneath your boyfriend's is open, staring at you scornfully.

"can you fuck off?" your tone is obviously meant to mock him. "i'm finishing one of my favorite mangas and you're ruining it."

"need i remind you of your place, brat?" he sneers. "it's dreadfully wretched, crying because you don't like the ending to some stupid story."

"since you're so clearly invested, i'll have you know i'm crying because i do like it."

"..and here i thought you couldn't get any more pathetic."

your eye twitches in annoyance. "just because you're mad about being stuck in 'some idiot human's body' doesn't mean you have to go around projecting your feelings of inadequacy onto other people."

you move your hand to cover the mouth on your boyfriend's cheek before sukuna can respond, hissing out in pain just a moment later.

"oh my god, you actually bit me." you inspect the teethmarks on your palm in disbelief.

"just wait until i win control of this body— the punishment you deserve for such insolence. you'd better hope you're miles away, but even then—"

"holy shit, enough already. i'll go to sleep. enjoy your peace and quiet," you growl angrily, flipping off the lamp and turning away from him. for some reason, you still find yourself mumbling, "good night."

sukuna's eye widens before promptly closing, the silence hanging in the air heavily. it's the longest conversation he's had in years and the first casual pleasantry he's heard in a millenia. he tries to feel satisfied that he got what he wanted in the end, before returning to his quiet solitude.

over the next few months, your late nights are graced somewhat frequently by the king of curses. he mainly complains— the friends you hung out with earlier were annoying, the tv's too loud, it took yuuji twenty minutes to exorcise a curse that sukuna could have dealt with in seconds.

it doesn't bother you nearly as much anymore and he's no longer able to get under your skin like he did that first night. it seems as if he's losing his touch, or perhaps he just isn't trying as hard.

it's around one in the morning, a book resting in your lap while your boyfriend snores softly beside you. sukuna's eye pops open, peering over at the text. "you're reading homer?"

your body jerks, startled by his sudden question, but you recover soon thereafter. "yeah, were you two friends or something?"

"no, you fool," he derides. "he lived far before my time."

though you don't comment on it, you find it amusing that your sarcasm had gone over his head. "oh, you're right. how silly of me to think you had friends."

"such profound witticism. i can hardly contain myself."

you sneak a glance over to find he's narrowed his eye at you and you actually giggle. "sorry."

it doesn't dawn on you how bizarre the interaction is, but sukuna abruptly realizes that something feels different. not once before tonight had he made you laugh.

he pushes the thought from his mind. "i did, however, indulge in his works during the heian period."

"really?" you perk up. it's not often you give him your full attention. "what'd you think?"

"i suppose i liked him well enough. one of my favorite lines comes from the poem you're reading."

you motion your hand for him to continue. "well don't be shy. i'm sitting here with bated breath."

he rolls his eye, but speaks nonetheless.

"men are so quick to blame the gods— they say that we devise their misery..." you realize for the first time how gruff his voice is, the deep reverberations sending a shudder down your spine. "but they themselves, in their depravity, design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns."

his eye flickers between each of yours before you look back to your book, fiddling with the corner of the page. you're suddenly feeling rather shy. "does that mean you think humans are even crueler than you?"

he muses over your question briefly.

"if i recounted how men would flee the villages i burned, leaving their families behind in a selfish attempt to save themselves.. who would you find more revolting?

you swallow nervously. "i.. i don't know."

"what if i told you of the men who would eagerly offer their wives and daughters to me, hoping i'd spare them.. who would you deem more wicked?"

you're so busy avoiding his gaze that you don't see the way he carefully regards you. a question you're unsure you want the answer to tumbles from your lips before you can stop it. "did you accept? the.. the husbands' offers—"

"no," he responds. "i have little interest in unwilling partners."

"oh. well that's, um, good."

he hums in response, leaving you to process everything he's told you.

"you should stop," you blurt out eventually.

"stop what?"

"being nice to me." you wouldn't normally consider discussing literature then reminiscing about the egregious stories of his past life particularly kind, but then again, it is sukuna you're speaking with. "it's weird."

he rolls his eye again. "you're hardly in any position to be giving me orders, you insufferable brat."

"see? that's much better."

"why are you crying?" his tone is even, conveying neither annoyance or concern. truthfully, he has no idea what compelled him to ask in the first place.

you don't answer, hoping he'll leave you alone. you really don't have it in you tonight, even if sukuna's been much more tolerable recently. it's been weeks since you finished reading homer's epic poem.

the moon is already setting and it's just a few days before your date at the sushi restaurant.

when you sniffle again, he calls your name. you don't register that he doesn't say brat or idiot. it's the first time he's used your actual name.

"w-what do you want?"

"i seem to recall asking you a question."

you're laying on your side, facing away from yuuji and by extension, sukuna.

"i'm not crying," you declare.

sukuna briefly wonders why he's stuck dealing with you while yuuji sleeps, but his inward 'annoyance' is half hearted. "you're an awful liar."

you exhale and turn to look at him. the only light in the room is coming from the tv, but it's enough that he can see you clearly. "sometimes.. i can't help but worry about the execution."

yuuji has told you countless times that gojo has a plan, that he won't let anything happen, but you know what the higher ups are capable of.

and while it's down right shameful, you know that much, it's not only your boyfriend you worry about these days. sukuna's become so commonplace in your life, you almost look forward to talking with him at night.

"the thought of losing yuuji... of losing.. you.. it scares me," you murmur.

your words stir up feelings he's never once experienced and it's confusing to him. "i'd have figured you'd at least be pleased to be rid of me."

"well, i-i kind of thought we were friends now," you share without thinking.

"don't flatter yourself."

he regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth and the guilt he feels as he watches your face fall is unbecoming of a being so powerful. you apologize meekly, shifting (too late) to hide your hurt.

he can't remember a moment in which he's hated being trapped in his vessel's god forsaken body more. he wants to reach out to you, even if the idea feels entirely foreign to him.

but he can't, so he just sighs. "if you think i'm going to let a few feebleminded sorcerers execute me and the brat, you're even more foolish than i thought."

you peer at him, the smallest smile gracing your lips when you realize that's probably as close to an apology as sukuna would ever get.

"promise?"

for fuck's sake. he feels utterly pathetic. completely deplorable. laughable, even—

"yes," he states impassively. "now go to sleep."

"okay." your smile is just a little wider as your fingertips brush the spot below his eye and above his mouth. you wonder if he can even feel it. "good night, sukuna."

"...night, brat."

less than a week after sukuna saves your life at the intersection, yuuji kisses you goodbye as he heads out to a mission. he assures you he'll be early tonight, as he only has to exorcise a semi-grade one cursed spirit in roppongi.

though things don't go quite as planned because in addition to the semi-grade, he finds himself standing before two special grades. he manages to defeat one of the special grades, but the other two leave him badly hurt, his breathing labored.

he has to beg sukuna to switch out with him. the king of curses hasn't forgotten his promise to you and he's no fool— it's clear this is an ambush by the higher ups— but he'll be damned if he wasn't going to have a little fun with the brat first.

he makes quick work of the curses, each of them going rigid with fear as soon as he appears, and it soon becomes apparent that yuuji is too weakened to take back control of his body just yet.

at last, sukuna has his long yearned for freedom and a new world at his fingertips, but there's just one problem... all he wants to do is find you.

when the lock to your apartment clicks, your eyes shift to the door, an excited grin on your face. you can't hide your shock when it isn't your boyfriend that steps inside.

you don't say anything at first, simply following his frame across the room as he approaches you. he leans against the wall a few feet away from where you're sitting on the couch, folding his arms across his chest.

"seems your concerns about the execution weren't unwarranted."

"w-what?!" you exclaim, rising to your feet and taking a step toward him. "what happened?"

he relays the story to you, emphasizing how 'unimpressive' yuuji's power was and how 'terribly simple' it was for him to finish the job his vessel couldn't.

you narrow your eyes at him, only half joking when you ask, "what are you doing here, then? shouldn't you be off pillaging tokyo or something?"

he chuckles. "such a dark mind you have. it wounds me to hear you assume the worst of me."

you bite your lip to hide your smile. "just figured it'd save time."

he closes the space between you and though you can feel the heat radiating from his body, you don't shy away from him. instead, your eyes trail over the dark lines adorning his face and chest.

he reaches up and your breath catches in your throat when the back of his fingers ghost over your neck. his nails graze your skin and a sly smirk forms on his face. "aren't you frightened? it'd be all too easy to kill a little thing like you."

"but you won't."

he can't tell if your assuredness pisses him off, but it certainly makes his heart rate pick up. his hand now occupies the space where your neck meets your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "what has you so convinced?"

"well you saved me, didn't you? and.. and you kept your promise."

he hums in response and your hand seems to act of its own accord when it reaches up to rest atop his. any lingering sense of amusement is gone in an instant, the air now fraught with tension.

"so why are you here, sukuna?" you murmur.

the king of curses has never known goodness. he's wrought untold destruction and misery, his name inspiring fear even after millenia. he's a legend— a god, even— yet here you are staring up at him and he swears the look in your eyes is almost tender.

"i don't know."

"and you had the nerve to call me an awful liar."

you know you're taking a risk when you lean up and press your lips to his. he freezes for a moment before his mouth begins to move against yours tentatively. his arm stays at his side, so you grab his hand, moving it to your waist.

it's as if that flips a switch in sukuna. he backs you up against the wall somewhat roughly and you can feel him smile against your lips when you let out a squeak of surprise.

he uses the opportunity to take your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it before moving to your neck with the intention of leaving a trail of marks across your delicate flesh.

you know you should care, but you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. you're too preoccupied with the feeling. he revels in the little gasps he's pulling from your throat, in the way you grab weakly at his biceps.

"you are divine, kitten," he growls. "been waiting so long to touch you."

just as he finishes speaking, he pulls back a few inches and his body stiffens.

"damn it. not now, you stupid brat—"

the words die in his throat as the black lines begin to fade and you're met with the perplexed face of your boyfriend. he breaths out your name, clearly worried. "what.. what happened?"

[stxrbxster]

YAYYY JIMMY X READER pls :3

I love that horrible man so muxh

Baby, Can You See Through The Tears? (Mature)

jimmy x gn!reader

c/w - jimmy being jimmy (misogyny, verbal and physical abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, cursing, ect..)

synopsis - you, jimmy's s/o, go to comfort him after curly gives the crew the news that they'll all lose their jobs after they return to earth. he's... not taking it well.

a/n - ahhhh! i love evil men so so much.... NOT excusing or validating his actions btw, you can enjoy things in fiction and not agree w or support them irl. and yes, the title is a lana del ray reference.

wc - 1240

(image not mine)

jimmy had snapped after hearing the news of how, upon returning to earth, pony express would be terminating the employment of your crew. he had stood from his seat at the dining table and yelled, berating curly for allegedly having hoped for this and being a horrible friend, then stormed off. you, being the doting s/o that you are, excused yourself from the table and nervously chased after him.

"jimmy...?" you call out, your voice is soft and low as you slowly step into the tulpar's sleeping quarters. jimmy is stood at the foot of his bed, head in his hands and his fingers tangled tightly in his long locks of brown hair.

he turns, eyes almost crazed as his neck snaps around to look at you. "jesus FUCKING christ!" he yells, kicking the leg of his bed. you hear the wood splinter and crack at the impact. "what? what could you POSSIBLY fucking want?" he asks, venom dripping from his angrily slurred words as he takes an imposing step towards you.

you stumble back, frightened. it wasn't uncommon for jimmy to yell, especially at you and especially when he was stressed or angry, but this scared you. jimmy gets angry, sure. and yeah, sometimes he'll even get a little violent, but this was different. you've never seen him so belligerently angry and the sight of it sends a knee-weakening chill through your spine.

"i-" your breath catches in your throat as you fumble to find your words, arms bracing yourself against the doorframe on instinct. "i just... i wanted to make sure you were alright." you mutter, trying your hardest to seem unbothered, unafraid. jimmy is a scary, scary man when he's angry, but you'd learned over the years not to show him that.

it always made him angrier, the sight of you cowering in fear below him as he'd scream at you, spit flying from his mouth and occasionally peppering your face as your eyes would fill with tears and your knees would buckle below you. "weak" he'd call you. a weak, insignificant, coward that couldn't even handle words. "i'll fucking give you something to be scared of." he'd always say, raising his hand to bring it down across your face.

despite you efforts, he notices. he steps closer, grabbing you by the collar of your uniform shirt and pulling you away from the doorframe, his eyes wide with blind fury. "what do you think?" he spits, pulling you closer to him, your faces barely inches apart. "seriously, how fucking oblivious can you be?" he asks in an angry, condescending tone. "no. no obviously i'm not fucking okay."

you shutter as his breath hits your face, eyes frantically darting across his features as sweat gathers on your brow. "i'm sorry, jim. i just-" your voice is shaky as you try to explain yourself before being cut off.

"just what?" he taunted, pushing you up against the wall behind you, hitting your head off of it. "just came to rub it in my face?" he asks, his voice growing louder as he looks down at you, pure unadulterated rage painting his face "just came to rub it in my face that i'm losing everything?"

you shake your head vigorously, ignoring the throbbing pain emanating from the back of your skull. "no! no, of course not.." you stutter, eyes welling with tears as he stares down at you with an expression more frightening than pure hate. "i- everything's gonna be alright jimmy." you speak softly, your voice cracking as you try to comfort him, to bring him down from this enormously high point of rage. "it'll... it'll be tough, but we'll have each other, won't we?'

"that's what you think, huh?" he scoffs a mean-hearted laugh before bringing his hand down against your cheek with a booming clap. "that everything is going to be just-fucking-fine because 'we have eachother'? i hate to break it to you, dollface, but in the real world everything doesn't just magically work out because of togetherness."

your lips quiver as a few stray tears fall down your cheeks, swallowing a sob before you attempt to speak again. "that's... that's not what i meant." you whimper, voice shaky and cracking.

he grips you by the jaw, squeezing it just tightly enough to hurt without bruising. "then what?" he speaks with flat anger. "what did you mean?"

more tears fall down your cheeks as you crumple. you don't know why you're trying to 'argue' back to him, it never works. "i just.." you mumble. "i just meant..." your voice breaks again as a quiet sob pushes out of your throat. "that- that i'd be here for you no matter what happens, that you'll have my support regardless of how things go when we get back to earth."

his face almost softens and a pang of slight guilt thrums through his chest, unbeknownst to you. his grip moves from your jaw to your hair as he balls it in his fist. "yeah, of course you would." he scoffs again, the venom in his words not quite reaching his eyes this time. "thats your fucking job, you're my partner."

he feels bad. he'd never express that, never let you know that, but he feels bad. his chest throbs with guilt every single time that he does this. he doesn't really know why he does it in the first place, but he does. he's never not felt bad for treating you this way, he knows you love him with every fiber of your being, that you'd never hurt him or leave him for the things he does to you and, in his own sick, perverted, twisted way he loves you too. but he can't stop being this way. if he never admits that he's wrong for this, that he's hurting you just for the sake of it then, in his mind, he's not. if he verbalizes it, makes it real, it gives you a reason to buck back, to leave, to put yourself first. he cannot handle the thought of that. not to mention the fact that there were... others that he'd been treating much, much worse as of late. he knows you wouldn't forgive him if you knew what he'd done to anya.

you let out several more weak sobs, trembling as he holds you pinned in place. "i'm sorry!" you cry, staring up at him with bleary eyes. "you're right, i'm sorry..." you concede. you just want the pain to stop as you crumble.

he moves his hands from your hair and wraps them around your waist and lets you bury your face in his chest as you cry, rubbing circles on your back. "i know you're sorry." he says, the poisonous, vitriolic tone he'd had moments earlier seemly vanished, leaving behind a low, comforting hum. he gently lifts your head by the chin, making your teary eyes meet his distant ones as he presses his chapped lips to yours.

you melt as you wrap your arms around his neck, tears still flowing down your cheeks as you press against him, the comforting warmth of his body washing away every fear you'd felt since the beginning of your altercation. you knew he didn't mean to. he's just stressed. besides, you were out of line.

he pulls back from your lips, gently pushing your hair from your forehead as he planted a soft kiss against it. "I forgive you."

[littylikeatitty]

Top , Bottom , or Switch? Rough, Soft , or Switchy?

w the jjk men

Warnings: Mature content (mdni), dirty talk, name calling (baby , whore , slut , cocksleeve) degradation, praise , squirting, mentions of edging , overstimulation lmk if i missed something (which i most likely did) not proof read so if u see a mistake feel free to point it out in a respectful way.

smut under the cut U HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Ryōmen Sukuna: Rough dom for sure. He has never been the type to come off as weak or submissive so trust and believe that does not change even in bed. Sukuna fucks you into the bed. single. time. No matter how many times you’ve cum he’s not stopping until he is content with your performance.

“Come on girl, one more” Sukuna coos down at you as he relentlessly pounds you into oblivion. “Y-you said that and hour agooo..” you whine as tears prick your eyes. a loud SLAP echos through Sukuna’s chambers. “Shut it. You’re a concubine and you should act as such whore. do you understand me?” He says coldly as he pulls you up by your hair. you whimper and nod lazily. “Good , now take my dick like the tight little cocksleeve you are”.

Satoru Gojo: He’s a switch in both departments. he can be the dommiest dom or the subbiest sub. personally i have a thing for subby satoru…🤭Honestly with him its either:

“Right there baby? ohhhhh fuckkkkk. You cumming? Yea me too, cum with me baby” OR “F-fuck right there baby please! oh shit i’m gonna cumm please don’t stop this time i’ve be so good for you p-please!

BUT WHEN HE GETS THE CHANCE TO GET HIS GET BACK? you’re finished “Well well well how the tables have turned” Satoru chuckled as he pushes his 3 fingers knuckles deep in to doing the “come hither” movement. you can’t even look at him as you whimper and beg for mercy. your cumming in minutes in ways you didn’t even know were possible. “shit baby i didn’t know you could squirt” Gojo grins widely. “do it again” he commands as he resumes his relentless assault despite your sensitivity. let’s just say ur in for a long ride…

Toji Fushiguro: Def a rough dom. Much like Sukuna he treats you like a ragdoll in bed. Legs not working? he’ll manhandle em for ya. We all know Toji is a really big guy so if we makin him proportional he definitely has the cock to match and boy is he cocky about it. Through the entire time yall are having sex he is teasing you non stop for your whimpers and little whines.

“f-fuck t…oji slow down it’s too much!” you babble. “Awww poor baby. Daddy’s cock to much for you to handle?” he grins down at you as he angles himself to penetrate you deeper. “fuckkkkk this sloppy little cunt is taking me so well. I wish you could see the look on your face” Toji grumbles as he watched his fat cock slide in and out of you. You subconsciously start sliding up on the bed because of how deep he was really hitting you. “nuh uh baby bring that ass back im not done with you”

Kento Nanami: (i don’t really like nanami all that much but i’ll write for him bc i love you. yes you the one reading this) He strikes me as like a soft dom or a service dom. No matter how pent up he is i feel like he always puts your bedroom needs before his

“Are you sure this is alright baby?” Nanami gently asks while looking into your eyes for any type of discomfort or dishonesty. “M fine kento just keep going” you whine. with that he starts to snap his hips in and out of you at a steady pace as he kisses up and down your neck and up to your lips whispering sweet nothings like “you’re doing so well baby.” and “you feel so good wrapped around me like this”

Choso Kamo: SUBBIEST SUB MALE OUT THERE. He cries , whines, whimpers th full package combo.

“f-fuck!!!!” Choso practically wails and you continue to fist his cock. “Baby pleaseeee, you said i could c-cum and hour ago..~” he whines with a pout on his lips. You kiss his neck gently causing him to let out another hushed whine. “Just keep being a good boy fme hm? you’ll get what you want soon sweet boy” you coo at him. You weren’t lying you’d let him cum soon (if you call 5 more denied orgasms soon)

hey yallllll , tryna get back into the swing of things w writing so lmk what u think my inbox is always open to yall 🥹

As always reblogs are appreciated!! Refrain from copying and or translating any works of mine without explicit permission

[yunhoszn]

alright babes you already know it's bro but sleep deprived

anyway we were talkin abt this in the dms but i think its time to share w the class

who in atz are briefs guys and who are boxers guys?

also i love you •3•

ateez & boxers v. briefs

erm mentions of underwear?,,,, extremely suggestive….. half of this makes no sense im high as shit typing this and my logic probably does not logic like i thought it did…

OKAY ok here we go

⟢ hongjoong likely wears boxers.. i feel like if he did one of those calvin klein ads, he’d wear the briefs for the bit but that’s about it. he seems like the type who likes the free-ness of them if that makes sense 😭

⟢ seonghwa. ok. i feel like he varies. i could def see him in boxers like… hovering over you, knees caging you in, his hair long enough that it wraps and curls around the base of his neck— i’m gonna stop talking about this— but i could also see him in that same calvin klein ad setting and i feel like he would look really good in some grey briefs…

⟢ yunho is fs a boxers guy. tbh i feel like most tall men are just cause they’re comfortable and most tall men are carrying very well endowed,,,, packages,,,, so yeah i think he would wear boxers, but not too loose. like they’re actually on the snugger side

⟢ yeosang is a briefs guy. u cannot convince me otherwise. (i’m imagining the jeremy allen white calvin klein ad) that’s how i imagine yeosang in briefs. like it just makes so much sense to me.

⟢ san…. i told u my thoughts on san. but i’m sharing with the class now <3 i think if this were inception era san, the answer would be boxers no questions asked. but current san, extremely built, shaped like a dorito san, the answer is obviously briefs. they hug his thighs and his ass just right… muscular men in briefs is a weakness…. a plague…

⟢ mingi is another obvious briefs choice. slightly dorito shaped, mingi is the exception to my ‘tall men wear boxers’ disclaimer from before. U cannot look at him and tell me he does Not wear briefs. then ur lying straight to my face. tell me u do not see this man being the ateez man who would Actually do the calvin klein ad.

⟢ wooyoung, i had to toss around with. but ultimately i think he’s a boxers guy. my conclusion is more of a technical analysis bc i was thinking about his style and the kind of clothes he wears, which are usually on the baggier side, so i’d think he prefers comfortability. and tbh boxers fit that whole vibe.

⟢ jongho is also a boxers guy no doubt. his wasn’t even a meticulous analysis or anything. i thought about it for one second and immediately came to the idea; ‘jongho wears boxers’. solely based on vibes. like look at him. once u see the vision, u just do and there’s no turning back. boxers guy.

(also hi i love YOU MORE!!!!! :3 hehe i got the last word so i win in terms of size of love)

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[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally in Love (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 1800-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 3

One Week Later

“Is he hot in person?”

“Who?” Echo slipped her lunch into the breakroom fridge and pulled out the two cold bottles of caffeinated water she’d left in there the previous night. Late afternoon as it slipped into evening was always a busy time and she needed the fortification. 

“Spongebob Squarepants,” Kalenda, her work bestie, scoffed as she crossed her arms with an impatient frown. The curvy brunette was Echo’s age, about two inches shorter but making up for it with feistiness. “Who do you think? Bucky freaking Barnes! Christ, it’s like you don’t even know me at all.”

 “Lord…” she rolled her eyes as she held the door to the break room open for her friend to pass in front of her on their way into the main center. “Yes. Yes, he is just as beautiful in person, and he and Captain Rogers together are, in fact, as kind and stupidly hot as advertised.” After the visit at the hospital where they’d returned her replaced or repaired belongings—including her bike—Echo had traded numbers with Steve and Bucky, and the guys had texted her a few times in the intervening days to check on her and chatting a little, but it felt weird reaching out to contact them just because. It wasn’t like they were friends or anything. 

Not that she wouldn’t have minded being their friend, or… well, or. They were gorgeous, sweet, funny so far as she could tell, and of course heroic and selfless as hell. The way they smiled at her made her knees weak and her pussy may never recover. What’s not to like? But who was she kidding, really. They were the objects of desire for over half the planet, she guessed, and she was a dispatcher for the NYPD. In no way were those worlds truly related, outside of the most superficial ways, much less were compatible. 

“The hair and those eyes, I’d get so fucking lost in them you’d never find me again. And all those muscles,” she sighed lustily. “Fuck me, that’s before we even talk about that metal arm,” Kalenda carried on, now in full swoon as they made their way out to their stations. “Gods, the things I would let him do to me…” 

Echo snorted at her friend’s obvious heart-eyes in regards to the Winter Soldier. She didn’t blame her at all, but still, their coworkers didn’t need to be privy to their depraved bestie conversations. That’s what the chat was for. “Annnnnnd that is how we end up back at the supervisor’s office for inappropriate work conversations.”

Kalenda scoffed, waving off her concern with a dismissive hand-wave. “Oh, like you’ve never said anything filthy.” Her wicked grin should have been the warning. “Something something ‘star-spangled cock could split you open any time he wanted’? Something something ‘break him down to the frame’... any of that sound familiar?” 

Her leering green gaze as she slipped on her headset made Echo giggle even as heat rushed to her cheeks. “You could shut up any time now.”  

The laughter was shortlived, though, as they settled into their workday. Having a headset on meant that it was time to serve the citizens of NYC and the officers of NYPD to the best of their abilities. They were one of, if not the, largest comm center in the country and Echo was proud of the work she did, contributing to the safety of her town. 

It was easy to get lost in the work, one call at a time, one radio run at a time. Her focus, scattered as it could be at any other time, easily fell into the rhythm of call and response, action and reaction, hours slipping by unnoticed. 

Voices behind her and down at the end of her row drew her attention, their familiarity abruptly yanking her out of the zone. 

One pair of eyes zeroed in on her immediately. “Well, if it isn’t the crash test dummy.” 

Boisterously loud for the locale, Tony Stark was the walking definition of ‘all eyes on me’. He may have been in a crazy expensive suit and tie, looking all prim and proper and what have you, but the curve of his lips promised the most interesting kinds of mischief. 

Echo swallowed hard as she made herself unavailable for calls, her eyes quickly darting left and right to the unabashed gawking of her coworkers. Oh, they were still busy as hell, but the nosy bastards were never above a good spectacle. “Mr. Stark.” 

“Did the phone meet your standards?” he demanded with a smirk that seemed a little too knowing. He stopped behind her chair, spinning her around to face him. 

She nodded hesitantly. “It did, thank you. I mailed you a thank you note. Did you not get it?” 

Yes, it had been an old school touch, but sending him an email seemed a little impersonal, especially since he’d gone to the trouble of transferring all her stuff over in addition to giving her a top of the line bit of tech. And it wasn’t like she could just show up on his doorstep with a casserole.

He snorted, his billion dollar smile on full display as his eyes crinkled at the edges. “I did, but then, I expected nothing less considering you hang out with the geriatric set.” 

She was about to ask what he meant when another voice cut her off. “Tony, Jesus, man. Quiet down, people are working here—oh, hey Echo.” 

She sincerely hoped the whimpering squeak as she spun quickly to face him she heard was just in her head, though Kalenda’s snort behind her indicated no such luck. “Hi. James. I-I mean Bucky. Um…” her eyes met her bestie’s just behind him for some help, but only found the kind of mocking encouragement born from years of friendship. “Nice to see you. Here. At my job.” 

“Um yeah, about that…” The brunet smoothed his long bangs back out of his face behind his ears and grinned bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck. Under other circumstances, she and Kalenda would be ogling him for the way the seams of his deep blue henley were barely clinging to life across his shoulders and around his massive arms and the skinny jeans that were all but wrecking her concentration. “Cap and Tony had a meeting at 1PP and Stevie wanted me to tag along.” 

“I’m glad he did.” The way her compliment made his cheeks flush felt like winning an award, even if the normal filter she kept up at work slipped a bit. 

“Me too.” The tiny shy grin that danced at the corners of his lips was killing her slowly, even as the somewhat awkward silence stretched out between them. 

Kalenda’s obvious throat-clearing seemed to startle her back into herself, reminding her acutely of both their location and their audience. 

“Well, it’s always good to see you.” The platitude was automatic, off her tongue and into the space between them before she even thought about it, her nerves robbing her mind of anything but decent manners. Good gods, she was never gonna live this down. 

“You look good.” His eyes widened a moment later as he flushed bright red, clearly that hadn’t been what he’d meant to come out of his mouth. “I mean, that is… you look better than when I saw you last time.” 

“Hard not to,” she conceded, her mind bordering on hysterical the longer this conversation went on. It felt like the whole world was watching this junior-high level farce and she was stumbling through it, quite badly. 

“Well, on the upside, you’re wearing more clothes this time,” Tony interjected oh-so-helpfully, looking like he was avidly watching the best telenovela ever and doing nothing to quell the likely overheating rumor mill that had just kicked into gear around them. “And there’s less blood.” 

“Alright, thank you, Mr. Stark,” Shelly, the floor supervisor’s breathlessly cheerful voice sounded like she’d rather eat broken glass than let that conversation continue as she rushed across the room to join them. “Echo, Mr. Stark, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Rogers—”

“Hello, Echo.” 

She was almost afraid to look, though Kalenda’s dreamy sigh left her no other choice. Sure enough, the gods of horniness were testing her and pretty much every woman in the five boroughs with these three Avengers out together. In a black t-shirt under a green button-down and jeans that gave her the most impure thoughts possible about his thighs, the blond Avenger with the pink cheeks grinned at her warmly from his spot behind Tony. The fact her panties didn’t burst into flames right there was a miracle of modern physics. 

“Hey Steve.” 

“As I was saying,” her supervisor huffed, bringing all of the attention back to her, “they’re here to tour the center, so we should really be on our way.” 

Sounded reasonable to her, so long as they were there, Echo doubted there’d be much work done anyway. “Alright then.” Echo turned back to her console to take stock of her district. “It was good to see you. Be safe out there.”

“Before we go though…” Buck’s half-grin as he met her eye over her shoulder warmed her to her toes. “You out of here soon?” 

“A few hours. Why?” 

“Wanna meet up for a late dinner?” 

His hopeful expression tugged at her heart. It was the kind of thing that made her want to give him the world, even if she didn’t know him like that. “It’ll be after ten,” she hedged, perched on the fence between really wanting to spend time with them because who wouldn’t, really, and knowing that she’s no one special and didn’t have any business tagging along with them. 

“Then we’ll leave a light on for ya,” Steve replied cheerfully as he and Bucky were led further into the center and away from her desk. “See you tonight.”

“Always a pleasure, Crash,” Tony called, following behind him. 

Echo sat blinking at her console as she watched the group retreat, only spurred to action when she caught Steve’s eye as he winked at her before leaving the room. 

“What just happened?” she asked the Universe at large as she typed in the login code for her phone from muscle memory.

“Looks to me,” Kalenda replied lightly dropping off a new bottle of caffeinated water, “like you have a date after work.” 

“Huh.” The very idea was mindblowing. Quickly, her mind was shaken from its haze by a bank robbery that required both her and Kalenda’s attention for quite a while. 

“And had the nerve not to introduce me.”

[campgender]

“Interlude 3” from The New Topping Book (2003) by Dossie Easton & Janet W. Hardy

A role-play scene, played by "Akasha, " a novice top friend.

I woke up with great difficulty and realized my mind was full of thoughts of domination, weird fantasies about devices that I did not own but wished I did. I thought of my friend Richard, and a wonderful night we had shared many months before.

I called him and found him still in bed. I said, "God, I am really having a problem today."

He shifted in his sheets, I could hear it, and said, "Hungry?"

I was doodling, cracking pencil leads and then throwing them away.

"Yes," I said, and I was sort of half shaking, just wanting to make him beg on the phone, make him get out of his warm bed and kneel down, make him whimper, do anything. But I wanted more, so I held back and asked him to see me.

He half moaned and sighed, yawned again, and told me he had class that night. I told him to meet me afterward. He paused, and I felt like I was going to die.

"Richard, please. I'm going crazy. Do this for me, OK?"

"You want to hurt me?" he said softly, making me face it. This was back when it was still hard for me to accept that I enjoyed making men suffer.

It's difficult to describe what a day like that feels like, waiting for the hours to go by, trying to concentrate on work, going one step at a time.

When I am in that mindframe I can smell everything in the air, I can feel mist against my face in the cold air. The moon is more illuminated, the sound of my feet in puddles as I walk somehow thrills me with a feeling of authority.

I arrived at the cafe a few minutes early and waited in the lobby. Richard arrived a few minutes late. When I stood up and hugged him he laughed softly into my ear, "How're you doing?" I just moaned and started fingering his hair, tugging at it a little. We parted and I looked at him again, blinking. I felt weak, numb. I wanted to take him by the hair and force him to his knees. Instead I said weakly, "You probably haven't eaten yet. Can I buy you dinner?"

When his food arrived I stole his silverware and he laughed. "I'm serious," I told him in a low voice. "I am feeding you this entire meal." His eyes searched around the room and he lowered his voice, "Come on, people will see. We can take care of you when we get home. Let me eat."

Any other night I wouldn't think twice about him eating dinner across from me. But in that mood, on that night, I wanted to be the one feeding him. I wanted to make him part his lips each time I lifted the spoon. I wanted to make him beg with his eyes for more, or look at me longingly. Or I wanted to force him to do it.

I leaned over the table and we argued a bit about it, finally compromising in that I would feed him the first few bites and then let him finish. Knowing that he hated doing it but would submit to it for a few minutes was enough for now.

When we got into my room he sat on the edge of my bed then finally lay down, spreading his arms out and sighing tiredly. I slid down and moved on top of him, moving my hands up to his wrists and holding them down there. His eyes flickered open and he stared at me expressionlessly, waiting.

I consider it true, deep headspace when I am capable, without hesitation, of exercising acts of cruelty or power as if they were second nature. These are things that I would never do in a normal state of mind. On that night I slipped into it relatively easily, maybe because I had been lingering around the edges of it for so long.

I set up a series of short scenes, because my appetite was varied and I wanted to satisfy it all. Sometimes I want total resistance, sometimes I want fear, sometimes I want pathetic, eager submission. That night I wanted them all.

I used every single restraint device on him that I had, in every position I could imagine. I kept a hand over his mouth most of the night and wrestled him to the ground three or four different times, ordering him to feign resistance until I hurt him into submitting.

I roleplayed kidnapping him, interrogating him, seducing him, and fucking him. I had an orgasm just from the way he felt against me as I took him against his will, one hand holding his head back by a fistful of hair and the other over his mouth to muffle his protests.

For the grand finale I put him in my chair and handcuffed his wrists behind his back, taking my wall mirror down and putting it behind him ,so I could see his wrists and enjoy the way they looked while still facing him. "I put water in his hair to simulate sweat and messed it up, tied his ankles together, and told him I was going to kill him.

He put his head down solemnly and I walked around a bit, touching his skin gently, telling him how pretty and helpless he looked. He shifted, and struggled uselessly, then lifted his head to me and looked at me with his teeth clenched, saying "You have to let me go. Don't do this to me."

I leaned down and held his face in my hands, putting my lips close to his, licking them gently. "Kiss me goodbye, my tortured slave." He shut his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me, hungry, passionate, as if to seduce me with his mouth and tongue. This kiss was long, desperate, and when I broke from it he was breathing hard.

His eyes were pleading, yet strong. "I'm not afraid to die," he said softly.

He always knew the things to say. He was begging, yet he was strong. He was submitting, but he was still powerful. He amazed me.

We had played these execution scenes before so I didn't need to give him any instruction. He was to pretend he had about three minutes left to live, locked in some airtight chamber or given some poisonous gas, and he was to struggle yet remain brave until the moment I came to save him from his fate.

And he really knew how to play it. Perfectly, yet differently every time. The way he pulled at the handcuffs, letting them cut into his wrists as if it didn't matter,. The way he threw his head back to breathe with such pained difficulty, the way he looked at me through wet bangs with desperation, his lashes damp with tears.

I felt so close to orgasm, but it was a different sort of satisfaction. I just watched, emotionless, as his struggles became weaker and his breathing more labored.

Then it hit me, at once, it was like a sensual overload, like an orgasm but of the mind. I shivered, I felt a cold sweat on my body and suddenly I wanted to cry, I thought, "God, what am I doing to him?" I unfastened him quickly and slid into his arms, shaking, telling him I was sorry. He laughed softly into my ear and told me it was okay, that he was acting, and that I needn't feel bad.

But feeling bad makes me feel better, so I spent some time crying, letting him reassure me. We lay down in the bed together and eventually fell asleep after I had sufficient reassurance.

Waking up the next morning I felt a different kind of exhaustion. It's impossible to explain how much dom headspace rips the energy right out of you. Sometimes it takes me days to recover.

[kytiapseud]

Gaze, Chapter 3

Chapter list Next

Pairing: Roman/Logan/Virgil

Wordcount: 2589

Warning: blood drinking

Notes: A Role Reversal inspired by @edupunkn00b 's work 'Beside Me'.

“WHAT THE HELL!?”

Roman jolted awake,  instinctively reaching for…something in defense. His sleep addled brain didn’t have to make sense.

“Who the hell are you!?” A man dressed in a black jacket and pants stood by Logan’s side of the bed. The man glared at the bandage on his neck.

“And what the hell did you do to him!?” He was visibly shaking with rage, tightly clenched fists trembling. He marched closer to the bed.

“You fucking fed from him!? He’s not an all you can drink buffet! He hasn’t fed for months, and you’re just selfish enough to-to”

The man let out an enraged growl. He reached over Logan to shove at Roman’s side with the clear intention to push Roman out of the bed. Apparently it hadn’t registered to him that Logan still had an arm wrapped around Roman. Logan was able to quickly catch Roman before he could be moved much.

Logan brought his other hand to Virgil’s wrists and pushed them away from Roman.

“Vee, this isn’t necessary. It’s alright, shh,” Logan’s voice was low and weak but still reverberated through both men. Pulling their attention away from each other, Virgil’s aggressive motions stopping. Both of their eyes fixed on Logan’s silver portals.

“This was my choice, Vee. There is no need to accost Roman on my behalf.”

Vee scrambled onto the bed and crawled between them, glaring at Roman. Roman glared back for a second, angry at the other man’s actions towards him. But then Vee’s human scent made itself well known to Roman, his attention pulling towards Vee’s pulse. The newly turned vampire moved as far away from the pair as he could. He hoped he could suppress his growing urge to get closer to Vee’s alluring scent. The pair could probably use the space anyways.

Vee gently took one of Logan’s hands with his own and placed a reverent kiss to the back of it. His lip starting to tremble.

“L? L…if you had wanted to sire someone, why was I not-“

Logan moved his hand up, pressing soft fingertips to Vee’s lips.

“Shhh, shh, shhh, my sweet storm…it wasn’t like that.”

“But I can see he has a bandage on his neck!...L, I don’t…I don’t understand,” Vee’s voice cracked with desperation. His trembling lip finally gave way to tears that dripped down his cheeks.

“Why him and not me!?...did-did I do s-something w-wrong?” His voice broke during the last question, growing quieter.

Logan gave Vee a sad look which turned into a sad smile. He cupped his cheek and brushed away tears with his thumb.

“Vee, my little spider, he was dying. I had…” he sighed shakily, his hand trembled and abruptly fell back to the bed. Like he’d lost the energy to keep it up. Roman gasped. He saw now how weak Logan had become. Logan had seemed good at acting otherwise. It felt like just another moment Roman had missed something important.

 Roman reached out to touch Logan. He craved touch with Logan and felt the need to comfort. To reassure both himself and…his sire-the title made him shiver-that they would keep him safe. Vee did not seem to get the sentiment. He ground his teeth and hissed at Roman, his gaze boring holes at the spot where Roman’s fingers grazed Logan’s arm. As though he was not worthy to touch him.

Logan raised a shaking hand back to Vee’s face, drawing his attention again.

“I had to save him.”

Vee threw himself into Logan’s arms, shaking with sobs.

“I know you do not want me anymore, but you need to feed, L. You have waited too long. I worry about you growing weaker…”

Logan’s fingers danced through Vee’s hair. He turned his head away from the exposed skin around Vee’s open collar. As he couldn’t pull away while holding the sobbing man.

Roman saw Logan’s lips part slightly though. His tongue scraped across his teeth as a pulse point on Vee’s neck distracted him. The thrum of his working heart pounded into both vampires’ ears. How can Logan stand to be so close without-

“I am right here, L! Let me help you please.”

Vee put both hands on either side of Logan’s face and pulled him toward his neck,

“Please, please…” his begging increased in volume. Logan’s control shattered. A low growl escaped his throat and he lunged forward. He plunged white, sharp fangs into the man’s willing flesh right before him.

Roman watched, transfixed. There was a feralness to the drinking, but also an intimacy. His hunger produced an image of holding Vee in his own arms, tasting him. But he also envisioned himself as being in Vee’s place. He longed for it. Being held immobilized in Logan’s grasp as he brought life back to his sire.

-

A stillness fell over the room afterwards. Staying planted on the edge of Logan’s bed during the feeding as a strain to his willpower. He didn’t even know if it would be safe for two vampires to feed from one human at once. Better safe than sorry. He stayed in that spot as he watched the other pair. Logan gently wrapped himself around a now smiling and honestly tipsy looking Vee. Vee gazed up at Logan with hooded, unfocused eyes, grinning. His head nestled into the crook of his elbow, fingers dancing over his chest.

From the whirlwind of the whole encounter with Vee, Roman hadn’t really gotten the chance to find out who he was. Why was there another man here? Why had  Logan not mentioned it? Well, Roman supposed he hadn’t been here long yet himself. It probably hadn’t just come up yet.

As he took him the way Vee looked up at Logan, a sinking realization came to him.

“He really loves you,” Roman murmured, trying not to let sadness show in his voice as he watched them both. It would be just like Roman to mistake something for what it was not. He did it with Yann. But this had felt more intimate. Maybe Logan had just been comforting Roman with his physical affection. To make up for the trauma of everything that had happened the night before. He couldn’t fault him there.

Logan stroked Vee’s mussed, brown locks with tender care. But he frowned slightly at what Roman said and shook his head.

“Virgil’s devotion isn’t love.”

Virgil? What an interesting name.

Logan looked up at Roman and there was a great deep darkness behind his eyes. Roman has seen that look before. Despair.

Logan sighed.

“There’s something you should know about vampires.”  Logan hesitated and glanced at Virgil again. Like he wanted to make sure the other was asleep for whatever this topic was. Logan nodded to himself then continued, if slightly quieter.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve felt something like it before, especially since a vampire has fed from you. We have the natural ability to lure humans into our power. It is not a conscious ability at it’s core. It’s referred to as a thrall. The main way it takes hold is through direct eye contact. I tried to stop it from happening, but Virgil has fallen into my thrall. My voice and my eyes…they hold him in their power.”

He looked back at Virgil’s blissful face. His eyes had fallen shut as he starts to dip into slumber.

“The bite only enhances it,” Logan said with a heavy sigh.

“After a while, it does more than just give pleasure…Our bites bind mortals to us if we feed from them too often. That is often the case for some vampires. The humans they keep for feeding are under thralls. It is why when humans are with vampires, and they feed them more than once, others can view that human as the vampire’s pet,”

Logan said the word pet with disgust, his face scrunching up. He shook his head.

Logan stroked Virgil’s cheek. Even in sleep, Virgil leaned into the touch. The motion coming across as more catlike.

“I’ve been trying to ease him off, but after today…” Logan hung his head, shaking it.

“Virgil would rather die than leave me. I would not presume what your definition of love is, but to me that’s not love.”

“No, I get it,” Roman said. He watched Virgil lay in Logan’s arms. He moved closer to the pair. The heavy scents of blood, spice, and musk stroked into his whole body though. He fought to steady his breathing. Questions. That would be a good distraction.

“Pardon me if I’m not understanding this correctly, but this doesn’t look at least like its entirely like a bad thing. He seems happy staying here as he offers himself to you, and…well you do need to feed…”

Logan drew his hand through Virgil’s hair.

“There is more to the thrall as well. It has, well, changed him. A little at first each day. At first I even thought he was better in some ways. Not his personality of course, I liked him as he was. Just, he struggles with anxiety. When the thrall first started to set in, he almost seemed like his worries floated away. But they hadn’t. They just changed. I think a way one could describe how his behavior has come towards me is codependent. The type of things that distress him now are usually related to me. Such as the mere possibility I’m not okay. If I don't appear perfectly happy with him all the time. He doesn't like when I’m not with him, and when I don’t want to feed from or turn him. It’s only been a few years, but he is a different man than the one I first met. I’ve changed him.”

Roman started to edge closer to them again. He felt for Logan. He wanted to ease some of the pain that had come across his features if he could. But as he shifted on the bed, the slight movement brought Virgil to stir in his sleep. This captured Roman’s attention. He took in a shaky breath, accidentally getting a lungful of the sweet scent of the man’s sweat, heat, flesh…and blood. Virgil’s shirt had twisted from his stirring. The neck of his shirt pulled to expose a long swath of skin from his neck and down to his chest.

Roman’s senses zeroed in on the exposed human man before him for a moment. He almost felt a thrum like he had a heartbeat as all he could focus on was the laying Virgil. His mouth fell open and his arms twitched as he felt drawn to grab the other. To pull him close and sink his teeth into that perfect-

“Roman,” Logan’s magical voice cut through the mess of static his brain had become. Conscious thought snapped back to Roman’s head. Roman panted, catching his breath. He looked at his hands and saw where his fingers had started to grip Virgil’s shirt. He had actually started to pull Virgil towards him, or he almost had. Roman let go and yanked his hands back with a gasp. Although the air still filled with that temptation just made his throat burn. His body’s needs made itself clear. Roman could feel the heat pouring off Virgil’s warm flesh, where he had touched now burning his skin. 

“Oh gosh. I’m so sorry Logan! I-I didn’t mean…” Roman put a hand to his mouth, where blood would be if he had done what he’d been imagining he would. He took a shaking breath and tried to scoot away from them again. He fell onto the bed. His arms wrapped around himself. He tucked his trembling hands against his stuttering ribs.

Logan gave Roman a sympathetic look. He lifted Virgil easily yet still with care as he positioned him on his other side. Virgil settled into the new position with a soft sigh. He cuddled against Logan’s side while his arm was still around Virgil’s shoulders. Logan opened his other arm to Roman.

“It is alright, my prince. Come if you’d like,” Logan said. Roman gasped with relief at the forgiveness. He nearly teared up as he quickly shuffled into Logan’s embrace. He buried his head against Logan’s chest. The movement closely mirrored Virgil’s from earlier. Logan held him close and murmured into Roman’s hair.

“You stopped before you touched him,” Logan alternated his words with gentle kisses.

“There’s no real harm done.” Logan carded his fingers through Roman’s hair, which caused a shiver to run down from Roman’s scalp to his spine. Logan continued his gentle motions, but shifted them to make sure he could look Roman in the eye.

“You’re young…and these early days especially can be overwhelming.” Logan paused and moved his hand to the side of Roman’s face.

“I’d planned to introduce you to Virgil a little later,” Logan said with a sigh.

“It would have been beneficial to wait until after you had more time to adjust to your new…needs.”

Logan turned his head to glance at Virgil.

“I should have known he would catch on something was different sooner. I had wanted to explain the situation to him in a calmer space for both of us. He has grown more impatient to see me overtime though.”

Logan wasn’t sure what would have roused Virgil from his slumber though.  

 Roman frowned a little. his own instincts drawing him to Virgil were confusing. He didn't know what he actually thought of Virgil.

“…I’m not sure if we’re going to get along,” Roman said. Yet he could still feel a pull towards the mortal. Thankfully with Logan between them, it had become more manageable. Reduce to a low thrum against his body, it as easier for Roman to ignore…mostly.

Logan looked back to Roman.

“I’ll stay away from him,” Roman said. Logan hummed.

“That as not a great first impression, I’m sure. Virgil is protective. He as also not a big people person even before the thrall starting affecting him. Yet, I am hoping you may find other interactions with him won’t go as poorly once he knows you’re not going to drink me dry. At least, not as aggressively.”

 It wouldn’t surprise Logan if Virgil as anxious and super apologetic. Yet he was also likely to double don on staying wary of Roman. But they’d never had a situation like this before.

Logan watched Virgil sleep for a few more moments before returning his gaze to Roman. 

“He will likely sleep for several more hours. Would you be up for going to another room? We have a lot to talk about,” Logan said.

Roman nodded and quickly slid off the bed to stand next to it.

“Of course,” Roman said.

Logan twisted to carefully slide his arm free from underneath Virgil’s head. He drew the covers over Virgil and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He then slid across the bed towards Roman and stood.

“We should let him sleep.” Logan then turned and opened a nightstand drawer. He retrieved a shimmering dark blue silk scarf. He laid it on the pillow next to Virgil and let one end rest on Virgil’s open palm.

Roman blinked at the gesture. As though reading the question on his mind, Logan explained,

“It’s a little signal between us, so he knows he’s not alone. It also reassures him that it’s okay to come find me when he wakes.” Logan then motioned toward the door. He took Roman’s hand and led him out of his bedroom, closing the door behind them quietly.   

[daisyjules1011]

Television on in my living

This is the first time my eyes hurt, not from the bluelight

But from the horror glimmering in it

Ghastly images of humans who look and feel like me

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready

And the forth one was killed

Someone beside me says it's a sorry sight

Moves on to watch NFL and what not

All the story tales in the world live inside a small box

How so different they seem

We are all flesh and blood

Bones beneath skin and a heart beneath the armour

Some of us die from boredom

Some of them die of starvation and waste

The reporter with her face carved of stone exclaims

'The hostages were showered in gold and platinum'

Then killed in broad daylight with barbs made of silver

Skip the channel and you are saved

For us how easy is it to escape

The portal to escapism lies in our hands

Their hands are filled with sticks and stones and guns

So young, yet so old

So full of hope, but the eyes are filled with doom

The fat monster with his sticky hands and shiny shoes

Sits atop a jeweled throne

Brandishing statements about what he would do

Just for a second I believe him,

Because it is easier to believe than face the reality

Making proclamations in comfort is nothing revolutionary

I do it to, so does my dad, and the guy across the street I see everyday

All of us share the earth, we were told

Then why do we get it for free while they have to fight for it?

I have five homes across the world

There's a child of 3 who belongs to no one

No country, no homeland, and no mother to call his own

Things that are nightmares for you and me

Imaginations that haunt your teen

Is a normal day for the child of three

I can't do much I say, after all what power do I have to make any change

We delude our ourselves,  make ourselves weak, play the victim card,

Break our bones and refuse to mend

Just so we don't have to fight the war

Just so we can say 'I'm powerless'

How do I tell my daughter that this world is pretty and kind and generous?

When she turns on the TV, she's gonna call me a liar

How do I tell my son that the men are strong and powerful and virtuous?

When he turns on the TV

He's gonna give me a look soo murderous

I'll tremble in fear

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In a faraway land,

A mom sings a lullaby

While a child falls asleep to the sound of a gunshot

How can I enjoy a glass of wine if it reminds me of blood

How can I read in bliss, when words are stolen from their lips

How can I feel the sun on my back, while there's someone shivering in the cold

How long can this land hold the grief and suffering

The soil is sick with blood

We are the gen-z crowd, we proudly convey

We are meant to care about deeds and feats our parents didn't even think about

But when it comes to action, we are as useless as a broken condom

The millennial and boomers in here, you haven't done anything much either

Because some of you started it in the first place

I believe that by writing this poem

I'm doing the world a favour

That I'm someway, somehow doing my part

There's that damn delusion again

Always creeping up in the wrong places

So you didn't put in a brick in the fire

That doesn't mean you didn't stroke the devil

That doesn't make you innocent

We wave white flags all around

Ask for peace, ask for love, ask for humility

Did any of you get it?

Bright Sunday morning

Reading the body count like it's a math problem

When did we become so emotionally stunted

We care about our nails and hair and suits and house and cars and perfumes and all the bullshit things that don't make any sense

But if someone asks us for a pen we'll stab them in the eye and call it a prank

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It's very simple the universe follows our lead

The universe doesn't make us, we shape it

By our thoughts, by our actions, the way we speak to each other

And frankly the current state of affairs isn't surprising to me

The world has seeped our energy, it seems

We label callous behaviour as cool

And if someone dares to speak up

They are called intense and aggressive and too much

We shun them into silence

Send positive thoughts, mediate, the stars look so pretty tonight

Such bullshit!

My earth is failing and you ask me to look up at the stars!!

No, i won't sit and listen,

I won't forgive and forget,

Won't turn the other cheek or a blind eye

We have been silent for far too long

Our activism has made us weak, given us a reason to not do anything

So I won't sit and listen

I won't forgive and forget

I will be positive not because I want to ignore the venality and depravity

It's because my treacherous heart still believes

[inmaki]

i totally get you,,, it's just a personal thing for me,,, i guess i can never excuse murder unless it's a special case. i know this is a fictional world and he's fictional and all but, i guess it ultimately had me wondering if i was in it or if he was here. if all of the people i care about were non-sorcerers, i REALLY wouldn't want them, you know, dead. i guess that had been the dealbreaker for me...? idk, i still love him and i mourn the person he could've grown to be had the circumstances been different.

i agree with all the points you made, though!! he's been nothing but kind, and not to be accusatory but, his 2 closest friends also never really checked up on the guy and if i had to go through something like that myself i would go crazy too,,, just not to the extreme, even if he believed that what he was doing would lead to a more ideal world. all in all, he's a complex character, and it's nice to talk about it. he's one of my faves, and for more reasons than just him being really attractive (men with medium/long dark hair and have it tied up in some way make me very weak.)

i'm sorry if i'm rambling!!! jjk has grown to be one of my biggest hyperfixations and i feel like i could talk about it for hours,,, and everytime i talk with you you always make me feel welcome,,, i hope you don't mind, haha. i appreciate the ears, zuma, always. thank you <3

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YEA I TOTALLY GET U DWDW!!! i wish gege went into more detail on his story and just.. their whole yourh in general bc i genuinely dont believe gojo and shoko both didnt notice anything abt him changing?!?! not even yaga I DUNNO 😞 it hurts so bad thinking abt it AAAAGHHH he had so many ppl around him but felt so alone ehjdsiavbd

AND THE ‘men with medium/long hair having it tied up in some way’ IS SO FUCKINF REAL like when its down? mehhhh ok BUT WHEN SUGU HAS IT IN THAT HALF UP OR A BUN GODDDDDD!!!!!1!!

i will continue to remind u that ur never not allowed to ramble w me melon <33 I love hearing what u have to say u always have such good opinions on the jjkverse,, do u have any other topics you wanna discuss :00 ive personally been getting mad abt the fact that everyones fav husband nanami had to die while somehow meimei survived!!!!!!!!?? like no!! why did gege decide yes this is a good idea!!!!! i get sad whenever i remember hes gone but that creepy ass lady survived IT HURTS. 😞

[seiwas]

HELLO I AM ON MY KNEES FOR YOUR IWA THE SUBTLE PDA i am such a pda enthusiast BUT YES YES i can only think of iwa when he's with oikawa but HE WOULD SO OFFER UP HIS SEAT to the pregnant/elderly and play it off as oh dw i enjoy standing more, throws in a little smile and wink at you (and when you casually lean your forehead against his stomach and he caresses your head) and i KNOW he would look so hot with his legs crossed casually too like the figure 4 type of crossed leg

HE WOULD NEVER RAISE HIS VOICE ON YOU god forbid or he would duct tape his mouth shut for the rest of his life (but only after giving you so many soft kisses)

WHEN HE'S GOOD WITH KIDS>>>>>>>>>> stop i will buy the rings rn

the arm on the back of the sofa or behind your seat as he backs out (HE LIKES TO USE IT AS HIS EXCUSE TO LOOK AT HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK SITTING IN HIS PASSENGER SEAT!!!!!)

small tattoo. MAYBE THE 'RULE THE COURT' BECAUSE HE'S SENTIMENTAL LIKE THAT god small tattoo on the back of his neck so has to be canon i'm petitioning furudate RIGHT NOW

AND ALSO YOU'RE SO REAL WITH WANTING IWA AS YOUR HUSBAND BUT OIKAWA AS THE FATHER OF YOUR CHILDREN YOU ARE SO SO REAL (i also need to update that because i am LYING if it's only kenma samu oikawa (and iwa))

gosh i feel so like the adrenaline is rushing rn talking about iwa

i love iwa in muscle shirts i love iwa in loose clothing i love iwa in compression clothes i love iwa in athletic wear i love iwa shirtless i love iwa

AND I KNOW IWA HAS SHORTER HAIR BUT IMAGINE IF HE GREW IT OUT SOME AND HAD IT DOWN IMAGINE HOW HOT THAT WOULD PLEASE MS SEL PLEASE

speaking of shirtless iwa...... we cannot forget the rippling back muscles AND THE ARMS THE VERY VERY BITEABLE ARMS AND SHOULDERS

oh oh oh and loose tie iwa loose tie iwa plagues my mind BUTTON UP DRESS SHIRT WITH THE TOP BUTTONS UNBUTTONED, TIE PULLED LOOSELY FROM HIS NECK his collarbone peeking through and he just looks so so hot

i just had another thought but iwa kissing you senseless......... your back is pressed against a wall but his mind is just as blank and his fingers are moving just desperate for more of you more of the way you melt for him more of the way you become so weak for him more of the way that all he wants is to feel you and touch you and asldfkajsdlfkjdf

ALSO GOJO LEVELS OF MANSPREADING HAD ME CACKLING SDLFKSJDFLSDKFJ that man would do splits on the sofa if he could HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA

love letters and little notes in his cute and messy handwriting that you would recognize anywhere an the little doodles he tries to add with motivational saying and quotes to help you get through a hard day

THE MIRROR SELFIES HE WOULD SEND YOU

lax stance but his arms look so good and his face is turned at an angle just right that you see his super well defined jawline and adlfasdfasdlfaskdf

THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN but please i have a newfound love of gushing about iwa with you thank you for indulging this :3

omf. koi i- omf.

I THINK IWA GETS... kinda shy with outright pda just bc he doesn't want to attract attention 😭 buT yEAH! he's so smooth w being well-mannered im cryinG RN SNIFFLING the little smile and wink IS KILLING ME ... when u lean ur head on his stomach omg........ smth so intimate with that... sigh AND HE REALLY WOULD LOOK SO HOT SITTING LIKE THAT LIKE . EXCUSE ME. maybe 4 will just always look good on him.

YES OMFG I THINK. THE FIRST TIME HE DOES IT IT DEFINITELY ISN'T ON PURPOSE 😭 he's just a little stressed... but he feels so bad for it afterwards omfg pls.

how pretty u look in his passenger seat PLS SHOOT MEN NWO SHGDFBSA my top 1 subtle intimacy gesture for iwa is hand on thigh while drive. plEASE TAKE ME AWAY. when he does this. with good music playing. and the vibes are immaculate. i could die.

shbgsdfj THERES JUST SMTH ABT IT I THINK!! the attentiveness of iwa as a husband is so pure, so beautiful, so... in love LIKE !! the acts of service man he is... BUT ALSO oikawa as a dad just imagining a lil girl who looks just like him, who puts his hair in mini pigtails, who he chases around the house and carries on his back only to put them back down and tickle them LIKE HJAHFABHBFHASHJF MY GOD

i just love him koi oh my god in anything nothing everything whatever !!!!

omg ..... iwa w a bit of longer hair.......... if he did a lil comma hair w it.... i would simply fade away and have him grip it tightly when he's working out too OOOOOO.. this is it.... the end of my days,......... pls do not even start w his muscles i think my brain would melt. oh my god..........

loose tie iwa is another SIGHT MY GOD. IMAGINE attending an event with him and u get home... he's tired... downs a class of water on the couch... and ure tipsy so maybe just a lil bit more touchy w him than normal... and u go on his lap w his legs spread out... collar unbuttoned like u said... tie loose... collarbones peeking i am... oh i am....

i cant believe u went to the kissing koi i would literally die. i cant even answer this. my mind is going INSANE. i just know he grips ur waist rlly tight. grips ur thighs. hips. JUST GRIPS. hand on neck too... oh the hand on neck im GOOOOONEEEEEE

and hIS GYM SELFIES PLS OMFG. dont even GET ME STARTED. his jawline ????? CUT ME OPEN. i ASHFVAGSFHGjk pls oh my god i just know he's perfected all his gym poses from doing it so much while he was taking progress shots in college

PLS KOI I LOVE HIM feel free to gush abt him anytime w me i STG

[stinkrascal]

JAIDEN I MADE A TOXIC VLAD🔪 ACCEPT MY OFFERING AJAJSHSHS

OH....... OH MY GOD..... TOXIC VLADDY DADDY!!!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WOULD GLADLY LET HIM RUIN MY LIFE UGH KLAYDE HE MIGHT BE TOXIC BUT I CAN FIX HIM!!!!!! 😩

[cognitosclowns]

TOUCH STARVED ALPHA-BETA IS EVERYTHING TO ME

AAAA STOP I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOR LITERAL CENTURIES SMNDSMDN

NSFT BELOW

GOD Y'ALL ARE GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO SCREAM ABOUT ALL MY TOUCH STARVED AB IDEAS. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULTS YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELVES

HE IS SO FUCKING TOUCH STARVED ITS UNREAL

He doesn't even know its touch starvation either - its not a concept he associates to himself bc 'Something Something Im Above Needing Anything'

'why do you subconsiously wrap your arm around your stomach and rub your side as if someone was with you if you aren't touch starved, AB' one might say. The answer to that is Shut The Fuck Up >:((

JUST LITTLE THINGS <33 he'll get distracted and just start,, passively touching himself?? (not like that you HEATHENS, that comes later smdnsmd)

LIKE <3333 fiddling with his own hair?? Pressing his palm just under his neck, running his thumb along the collarbone?? Before he shuts himself down for the night, he places his hand on the opposite shoulder so that when he wakes up it Almost Feels Like Someones There??? </3 YEAH. YEAH HE'S TOUCH STARVED. TOUCH FAMISHED. TOUCH RAVENOUS. SMDNSMD.

LISTEN JESUS CHRIST THE FIRST TIME YOU,,, TOUCH HIM YOU CAN,, VISIBLY SEE THE RUSH OF ABSOLUTE BLISS.

It wasn't even anything big?? Like <33 Reagan finally let up and agreed to let you sit in his tube for an hour, and when you were sitting yourself down your leg pressed against his side and Oops Hes Instinctively Leaning In Because He Wants More But,, Also Doesn't Know How The Fuck To Ask For More???

LISTEN HE'S A STUBBORN BASTARD. VULNERABILITY = WEAKNESS AND HE CANT ACCEPT THE IDEA THAT,,,,,, HES ALLOWED TO FEEL THINGS AND ENJOY FEELING THEM.

GRKKRKGR <333 him laying on your chest??? Like he'd never ask but,,, he just slowly keeps gettin closer and closer and eventually you just wrap your arms around him and coax him into this half-cuddling, half-hugging position??

HE HESITATES FOR,, A SOLID MINUTE??? Like you can SEE him battling his pride bc,,, Oh No Vulnerability.

Coo out a little,, endearment or pet name though?

his whole body <33 completely slacks in this gorgeous relieved sigh. He shudders a bit here and there but,, <33 mostly he's still. He accepts his defeat with grace <33

he doesn't even start huffing or scowling?? Like,, His Yearning For Touch completely overrides his pride. <333 in this moment he's a hopeless romantic mess for you, and maybe that's okay <3

OH BABEY the first time you play with his hair is a religious experience. It looks like he's about to faint?? his eyes just,, instinctively close w/ this massive shudder. You might even catch a low moan or two, if you have nails <333

LISTENNNN <33 REAGAN SAID AN HOUR ONLY BUT <33333333 yea it ends up being most of the afternoon bc she peeked in on the security feed and... tbh shes never seen AB that happy, she's not gonna interrupt that.

<333 HE UNDERSTAND WHY MOVIES MAKE FIRST KISSES LOOK SO DRAMATIC BECAUSE HO-LY FUCK. YOU AUDIBLY HEAR SMTH INSIDE HIM SNAP FROM HOW FAST HIS FANS ARE GOING.

His shoulders and brows just,, raise and raise and raise at first?? It's like this full body Shock??

<33 he <333 he didnt <33 he didn't think they'd be so soft <3

 BUT LIKE THE MOMENT HE REGAINS BRAIN CELLS HE'S LEANING IN. TABLES TURNED.

he forgets you need to breathe bc hes so invested in it <333

like every time your head dips a little to catch your breath his head weaves down <333

EVEN WHEN YOU DO PULL BACK TO BREATHE, HIS LIPS ARE GONNA BE LIKE,, ON YOUR CHIN N BOTTOM LIP??? He breaks into smiles at random intervals just bc of how Dizzy With Love he feels??

<333333333333333 this man doesn't half-ass anything, especially not kissing <333 expect some <33 very long kissing sessions <333

GRRRKKRKR <333 ROBOTS <333 MEN <333 GNASHING OF TEETH.

HE <333 HEEEEE <333

IVE BROUGHT THIS UP AGAIN BUT LIKE <333 oh heavens just feeling your hands on his skin is enough to make him dizzy <33

running your hands along his back while he fucks you?? Or if you drape your arms around his shoulders while you ride him???? His eyes always unfocus a bit <333

LIKE <333 nah during sex he wants as much skin touching skin as possible. You're pretty sure he'd crawl inside u and hide there forever if he could lmao, he loves having you close <333

YOU WOULDN'T EXPECT IT,, BC,, YKNOW, HE ACT LIKE THIS TOUGH SNARKY ASSHOLE 80% OF THE TIME??? But Super Cuddly Sex is absolutely his jam when he wants,, smth more intimate.

NOT ONLY because he's secretly a sap but <33 oh the physical contact <33 feeling the little vibrations under your skin, the changes in temperature?

YKNOW WHAT??? I think he'd love cockwarming for that exact reason - not only for the delightful sensations, but like <333 he's so very close to you?? <3333 eee

His idea of heaven is lazy saturday morning cockwarming <333

JUST <333 the two of you pressed close under Massive Covers, his dick vibrating inside you?? Soft kisses here and there, all pretzeled around eachother?? Being close enough to hear every noise you make?? Your skin feels so soft and warm in the morning, that it almost feels like he’s standing in front of a fireplace? <3333 YEAYEAYEAYEA THAT'S LITERALLY HIS JAM

Whenever I write about this man, my brain cells completely escape my body. This is a formal apology SMDNSMDND

[loomis-maxima]

𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥

a/n :  this is... pure filth and i’m not even sorry, im also sleep deprived so if it sucks, my bad. word count : 4k requested : yes and no warnings :  18+ only/ mentions of drugs/threesome/unprotected sex/name calling yk.. all the good stuff. [ty to @anongirl007 for brainstorming shit w me]

It was known that Chishiya and Niragi were both men that liked getting what they wanted, and they both knew exactly how to get it. The problem with that is they’re both so similar, but so different. Niragi would use his placement in the Militans and his twisted love for inflicting fear, pain and murder on anyone that would get in his way or try and stop him from having what he truely desired. _______________ Almost nothing was worse than the feeling of entering a game that was literally based on luck. Even with such a simple task to pick between 3 pills. One, that will kill you the second you take it. The other two.. Not as bad. Separated from your game partners, you stared down at three simple pills on top of a simple desk. That’s all that was in the room, besides the door to get out. You assumed Niragi and Chishiya’s rooms looked similar. The thoughts of taking the wrong pill and having your life ended, sent fear through your whole body, but there was a feeling of adrenaline that rushed through you too. Maybe that explained the current.. situation.. That you had gotten yourself into with Niragi, basically signing yourself up to be used by him whenever he felt like it, but also all while wanting some part of Chishiya. If Niragi knew that his toy wanted someone other than him, he would be rabid, let alone that someone being the one Niragi hated the most… he wouldn’t hesitate to make you regret even having the thought of another man. Don’t get it mixed up, there was only one reason why he wanted you, and it definitely wasn’t in a romantic way, to him, you’re just a hole he could have anytime, any place. Which was fine for you.. But you couldn’t help but shake the want for Chishiya. Focusing your thoughts back on the objective at hand, you looked closely at the small pills before you. No matter how hard you thought, you couldn’t figure this out. Checking the time on the phone that was provided you saw that you had one minute left to make a decision. You didn’t even want to think about what would happen if you ran out of time. Unlike Chishiya and Niragi, you didn’t observe the entrance to the separate rooms close enough to have figured this out. What you managed to miss was along the long hallway, there were three smaller hallways in front of them, all leading  to three different rooms. They both picked up the repeating numbers unlike you, leaving you to your game of luck.  With the sound of your phone alerting you that you had 30 seconds left to complete the game,  you could have swore you felt a bead of sweat roll down your forehead. Your heart pounded in your ears as hurriedly picked up the second pill,  the ten second countdown began. Without time to think you threw the pill into your mouth and swallowed it just before the countdown hit one. You closed your eyes tight,  waiting for something to happen. Nothing. ‘’I passed’’ you said to yourself quietly, opening your eyes to look around the room. The door in front of you that was once sealed shut was opening right before your eyes.  The feeling of relief quickly ran through your body as you exited the room before walking down another long white hallway to another door, leading you back out to the world. ________________________________ Unlike what you thought, the pill you ended up taking wasn’t the pill that had no side effects.. Instead, shortly after arriving at the Beach, you felt red hot all over your body,  your hands were clammy and there was a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You hoped Kuina couldn’t tell there was something up with you, especially not knowing what it was yourself. You could thank the blue light that's shining from the pool for slightly blocking out how red your face was. As you both  discussed the different games each of you had taken part in, you caught a glimpse of familiar long, dyed grey hair passing through the crowd. Once you could distinctly see Chishiya’s face you instantly felt that feeling in your stomach almost multiply. As he approached you and Kuina, he could quickly tell that something was up with you. Chishiya made note of the flush in your cheeks unlike everyone else, the way a couple of strands of your hair stuck to your forehead because of the heat that had taken over your whole body, the fact your pupils had largened, or the way your lips were slightly parted, almost as if you were lost for breath.. But not to the extent that  it was noticeable, except for Chishiya. He had studied every single detail on your face when you had first joined the Beach. Never admitting it though, deep down he knew how he felt about you, never to mention it or even hint at the idea. Chishiya knew that would make him look weak, and that was something he couldn’t have happen. Chishiya stood beside Kuina, his hood up but his head slightly back with an amused smirk lightly on his face. He raised an eyebrow at you, ‘’So what pill did you pick y/n?’’ he asked, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. His voice caused your ear tips to burn as you felt a sudden warmth between your legs.. Fuck. Trying to distract yourself from the feeling, that almost became painful, you racked your brain to remember what number you had chosen. ‘’Uh.. 2, I think, why?’’ you asked,  trying to keep your voice steady, not even believing your own voice. It looked as if Chishiya slightly chuckled at your answer, for a moment you wondered if he knew, but how would he?  Chishiya just shrugged a little before speaking. ‘’No reason, just curious’’ he lied right to your face, all while figuring out how to use this to his advantage. He knew had taken the middle pill just from one look at you, but he also knew exactly what was going to happen. Of course with just your luck, you had picked the one that just happened to be narcotics, crushed up and put into an empty pill capsule to match the appearance of the other too. You didn’t notice Kuina disappearing to join Arisu, until you noticed Chishiya take a step a little closer to you.  You also didn’t notice the eye contact he had made with Niragi across the pool, and that was the first step to his idea, this would’ve been the best advantage he could ever have had. ‘’You should really be careful with the pill you took’’ he said smirking slightly, intentionally trying to catch Niragi’s attention and have him come over. You didn’t know what to say, words being ripped from your brain as his slightly rough voice sent a feeling of a deep need to be fucked as you felt even more warmth leak from between your legs. He took your silence as his go ahead to continue speaking, ‘’you really shouldn’t be out here when the drugs fully take over if you think this is bad right now’’ What he said next was something you never would have thought of him saying this, ‘’you should go to your room, I’ll come after and help you’’ he spoke with a wink.  It was the most uncharacteristic for him- At least towards you. You took no convincing as you knew exactly what he meant, also not giving a shit about what would happen if and when Niragi found out. The almost pure animalistic feeling of lust ran over you. You didn’t care what would happen, you needed to be filled and it was gonna happen one way or another. ‘’Don’t take too long.’’ you said while nodding, then walking off back into the large building Just as Chishiya hoped, once you had retreated back inside to wait for him, Niragi had approached him. The wink that he had given to Niragi’s toy, was one step too far. Before Niragi could even open his mouth, Chishiya spoke. ‘’Before you start with your brainless insults and threats, you should know that in the game, you clearly didn’t know the effects of the pills.’’ he smirked, not fearing Niragi was always a benefit, especially when Chishiya could once show off his superiority and intellect. The two were rivals, both thinking that they were better than the other and would go to any lengths to prove it. But this time Niragi didn’t speak back as fast as usual, but the angry expression still resonated on his face, his tongue in his cheek, his pierced eyebrow raised while staring down the shorter man. With Niragi’s instinct he pressed the tip of his rifle right to Chishiya’s chest, ‘’well tell me, or I’ll blow your heart out in front of everyone here.’’ Niragi spat into his face, he hated how Chishiya could have the balls to even think of speaking back to him, the fact he didn’t fear him only intensified the hate for the intellectual grey haired man. Calling Niragi’s bluff, he let out a little scoff of air with a slight grin on his face as he spoke, ‘’You wouldn’t. Here’s why; if you kill me, you’ll never know. So unless you give me what I want, I won’t tell you.’’ he said, still standing strong even with the rifle pressed right against him. Niragi frowned right at him, he knew he was right. Niragi scoffed, his stubbornness working against him when he needed to know what Chishiya knew. After a few moments of silence, Niragi took the firearm from his chest. Chishiya knew this was risky, but he knew exactly how it would play out. Another competition between them. ‘’And what the fuck do you want?’’ Niragi said, his voice almost like a knife as the words came from his mouth. ‘’Considering I know you won’t let me have was I really want, I’ll compromise.’’ Chishiya spoke, standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. Playing his cards right, he could get Niragi to agree before verbally agreeing. ‘’y/n took the wrong pill. Intense narcotics and assuming you right now, you took the right pill like me. The bad, or good thing about the drugs, is she’s going to be chasing a release that she won't be able to satisfy herself of.’’ He took a breath to try and let Niragi figure out what he means, except he didn’t. With another little chuckle under his breath Chishiya spoke out again. ‘’It means someone else has to do it. And knowing you wouldn’t let anyone fuck her, we’re both going to do it. Just another thing I’ll prove better than you at.’’ Chishiya knew the last comment would get under Niragi’s skin. With a slight nod of Niragi’s head and him accepting the challenge, it was set. ‘’Don’t be disappointed when you realise I’m the only one that can make her scream, Chishiya.’’ With a slight game plan of how they would go about this, the two rivals headed to your room. Niragi hung back a bit after knowing you were waiting for Chishiya. The thought of his property letting someone else have you made his blood boil, he’d make sure you knew it too. Ahead of him, Chishiya walked to your room and let himself in. But the sight that he had been greeted with almost knocked the wind out of his chest. You, lying naked on your bed, your skin almost looking hot as you had your head back with one hand holding your hair back from your face. Your eyes were shut as your other hand was roughly rubbing your clit, your fingers occasionally dipping into your entrance causing you to leave a visibly wet patch underneath you. The pleasure you were giving yourself was so needed that you weren’t aware of Chishiya entering and staring at you like you were his last meal. It was when you felt weight dip at the end of the bed and a hand running up your leg that you realised you weren’t alone. Your throat tightened and you removed your hand once you opened your eyes to see Chishiya moving his hand up to your core.  ‘’You really couldn’t wait huh?’’ he said, his fingers travelling up to where you needed him. You shook your head desperately, feeling your wetness dripping as you clenched pathetically around nothing. Chishiya smirked, looking down at your pussy, slowly dragging the tips of his fingers over your clit teasingly. The action made you almost cry out in need. ‘’Look at you.. So desperate.’’ you heard as you felt two of his fingers pushing into you before pulling them out and putting them into his mouth just as you made eye contact with him, sucking the wetness from you off them. Standing up he quickly pulled his clothing off. While pulling you to him and flipping you over onto your hands and knees, you facing the door. For reasons you wouldn’t know yet. Feeling you press yourself against him, Chishiya smirked to himself. ‘’You’re really desperate for it, aren’t you?’’ he said, running his tip along your folds, His words only pulling a whine and a nod from you, not understanding why he was dragging it out so long. You felt him lean over you to speak into your ear, his breath was harsh on the sensitive skin by your neck. ‘’As pretty as you are when you’re a mess, I won’t drag it out anymore, because I’ve waited too long to have this cunt all to myself.’’ . On the last word you felt his thick length slowly pushing into you, throwing his head back at the feeling of you around him. The pace he was going at was enough to break you fully. The feeling of him filling you as much as possible had you crying for more. In a desperate attempt to get some friction, you started grinding back against him causing his slightly curved dick to hit the right spot inside you, but slowly in and out. ‘’Chishiya please’’ you cried, burying your head into the sheets of the bed to muffle the whimpers that he was dragging out of you. He slowly started picking up the pace, each time hitting even harder and harder against you. Chishiya pulled your head back by your hair, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the red hot feeling on your scalp that he had you in a rough grip by. ‘’Oh no y/n, you’re to call me Sir. Got it?’’ he groaned while fucking into you harder. Tears stung at your eyes, nodding as much as you could as he still controlled your head. ‘’Yes s-sir’’ As he was holding your head back and pounding into you, you opened your eyes and your heart almost stopped. Your eyes fell upon Niragi, standing right at the door leaning against it with his arms folded over his chest and he looked pissed.  The awkward part being is having locked eyes with him as Chishiya fucked you through your first orgasm, a scream being ripped from your throat from the feeling of finally getting release, but you needed more. Noticing you looking back at him he pushed himself from the doorway dropping his arms while walking over to you as Chishiya let you fall to your chest, but continuing his steady pace of pounding into you. ‘’Really Chishiya? Sir? What makes you think any part of you is sir?’’ Chishiya’s eyebrows furrowed, his hair disheveled and just snapped back at him. ‘’The part that has y/n crying because of how good I can fuck her.’’ Niragi  crouched in front of you with a look on his face that confused you. He almost looked amused. ‘’I knew it… You’re just a desperate little slut aren’t you?’’ Niragi said as he dragged his thumb along your cheek and across the tears that had run down your face from both pleasure and terror. He dragged his thumb across the tip of his tongue to taste the salty tears with a chuckle. Clinking of metal filled the room, the sound of Niragi’s clothes hitting the floor made you realise the situation you were in so you held yourself up with shaky arms that threatened to give way under you. Niragi smirked down at you as he ran his hand over the top of your head before harshly connecting the same hand to your face right after. Niragi knew exactly what you liked, and so did Chishiya as he felt you clench even harder around him as Niragi had marked your face. Knowing Niragi didn’t like to be kept waiting, you quickly opened your mouth for him to have full access to your throat. Putting his hand back into your hair, Niragi took hold of you as he pushed his cock between your lips, your throat opening up almost immediately, he basically had you trained. ‘’The only thing your mouth is good for is fucking.’’ NIragi said as he started thrusting roughly into your mouth. The timing of both men fucking you made sure you were always full, if Niragi wasn’t down your throat, Chishiya was buried in you, and vice versa. With the roughness of Chishiya’s thrusts caused Niragi’s cock to hit the back of your throat causing you to lose breath each time. They continued like this, using you at each end to their will. Niragi’s dick hit a little harder, causing your throat to close around his long length and choke. The feeling was so euphoric to Niragi he caught the back of your head and shoved your nose flush against his pelvic bone. He let out a mix of a laugh and a moan, almost sounding maniacal as he continued to ram your throat. ‘’That’s it, let daddy fuck your throat. I know you can take it’’ His words made Chishiya chuckle as he pulled out of your entrance, needing to take a break or else he would’ve cum right then. ‘’You’re so predictable Niragi… how pathetic’’ Chishiya’s words made Niragi’s assault on you stop, pulling his cock from your mouth. You coughed and spluttered trying to breathe, a task that was failing due to the burning in your core of feeling empty.  ‘’Please.. Just fuck me’’ you said breathlessly, laying back down with your hand once again travelling between your legs. Chishiya didn’t have to be asked twice, lying back against the bed he rubbed his hand over his now red cock. You didn’t hesitate moving over him and hovering above his length before he grabbed your hips and slammed you down on him. Another scream was pulled from you as he started to fuck up into you,  your hands that were once resting on his chest now by his head, holding onto his hair with your head buried in his neck as he continued to rail you. With moaning in his ear, and a mixture of your breathless voice begging for him to fuck you through another orgasm along with the sound of your broken voice repeatedly saying; ‘’sir’’ he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You felt Niragi behind you, but didn’t pay much mind as you felt another wave wash over you. ‘’Fuck.. Yes, cum all over my dick’’ Chishiya said, somehow managing to hit a new speed as you cried out, moaning as you felt liquid rush out of you. Chishiya’s moan was sinful, he knew he was close but he couldn’t let himself cum just yet. Just as you felt the pleasure fade, you felt something cold drip on you from behind. A familiar feeling approaching as you felt one of Niragi’s long finger enter your hole that yet stuffed. The feeling wasn’t there for too long before you felt empty again, but soon that changed. Chishiya steadied his hips, realising what his enemy was now doing. You both heard Niragi moan, probably the sexiest moan you had ever heard, as your tight asshole slowly stretched to accommodate his huge dick. The pain of him shoving all of his length into your ass soon passed as Chishiya took the chance to start fucking you again. Your body went limp as both of their thrusts started to sync up, each time both as aggressive as each other. You didn’t even care that they made it into a competition, the feeling of having them both bottoming out of both of your holes was something you never experienced before, and might have just been the best. It wasn’t long after Niragi started to fuck your ass like his life depended on it, that your next orgasm washed over you. This one being so intense you couldn’t stop shaking and it felt like it never would end. More unintelligible mumbles of the words ‘’daddy’’ and ‘’sir’’ couldn’t stop falling out of your mouth. Both men enjoying the fact they broke you down finally, convinced they had literally fucked the brain cells out of you Niragi pulled you back against his chest, sinking back onto his heels so both men could continue chasing their own high. By the twitching of Chishiya’s cock inside you, you knew he was close, so was Niragi. ‘’Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking tight, I wonder how Niragi feels about me filling his little toy up’’ Chishiya said breathlessly, causing Niragi to animalisticly growl but not speaking due to being so close to spilling himself inside you. The grey haired man’s hands reached up to grab both of your breasts, pinching your nipples as one of Niragi’s hands coming down to your front before pinching your clit a couple of times. The sounds you were making almost made both men cum on the spot. You could see the desperation on Chishiya’s face, and hear the desperation in Niragi. ‘’My little slut ready? You gonna cum?’’ Niragi moaned into your ear, one hand still rubbing your clit desperately all while biting down on your ear, ‘’daddy’s gonna fill that ass so good’’ and thats all it took. Both men sensing you clench around them, they finally were reaching their own release. Niragi dropped you on your chest on top of Chishiya before leaning over you, his hand holding himself up above you and Chishiya. One of your hands twisting into Chishiya’s hair, the other being twisted into Niragi’s hair behind you. The pleasure from the last orgasm was so intense, you could feel yourself getting light headed, you tugged on both mens hair while you buried your face into Chishiya’s neck, his hot skin becoming stained with your tears, but in a good way. Chishiya guided one of his hand to the back of your head, almost a sweet gesture, except his thrusts faltered along with Niragi’s as they both finally peaked, both of them sinfully moaning and swearing under their breaths and both finally releasing inside of you. You thought you couldn’t cum anymore at this point, but the filthy feeling of having both men fuck their cum into both your holes sent you into overdrive, your final orgasm finally rushing through you, Niragi could tell and pulled you up slightly so he could rub your clit with lightning speed causing you to squirt everywhere. As you all rode your orgasms out, Niragi was the first to pull himself from you in time to watch his cum slowly drip out of the hole he had abused for so long. You lifted yourself, barely, from on top of Chishiya and lying on your back, struggling to breathe. Already getting dressed, Niragi commented to Chishiya, ‘’See? I am better at it than you.’’ Shaking his head but not moving to get up Chishiya spoke out, his own breathing irregular too. ‘’No, I think we might need to have round 2.’’

[little-spoiled-brat]

may i request 3 and 10 w/ levi from your sfw prompts? also congrats on your milestone!!

WRITING PROMPT # 8:

"shh, you're safe"

"close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat"

pairing: levi x reader

cw/tw: mentions of sexual assault, angst but fluff in the end

- safe in his arms -

it was supposed to be a quick undercover mission, find the person, get the intel needed from them, rendezvous with levi and get back to headquarters.

this wasn’t part of it. you were not supposed to get cornered into an alley with the unwanted roaming hands of men around your body.

you could’ve — should’ve taken them down but fear overtook your senses and you froze on the spot. you tried to reach for the knife you had hidden but you couldn‘t — you were helpless.

your eyes were closed tightly, tears heavily streaming down your face as you were pushed up against the wall. a hand on your mouth to muffle any calls for help — for levi. your body trembled as the men took turns running their filthy hands on you, touching you in places with no permission.

”come on, sweetheart. we can have fun for a few hours” the man whispered in your ear as more tears fell down your cheeks when he attached his lips onto your neck.

”you’re a beautiful one, aren’t ya? look at this body" the other one said as he trailed his hands down your chest to your inner thighs. you whimpered when his hand came in contact with that area and you thrashed around to get him off but to no avail.

you almost accepted defeat, unable to do anything but close your eyes and cry while they had their way with you.

all of a sudden, the men were ripped away from you and you fell to the floor. you curled yourself up, unable to look at whoever saved you. the sound of grunting can be heard a few feet away from you as two bodies fell not long after.

“y/n?”

you slowly looked up, registering the voice of your lover in your head. levi extended his hand, giving you the option to reject as you looked down at it with tears in your eyes.

”levi“ you breathed out, crashing yourself in his arms. he cradled you ever so gently, softly shushing your sobs by running his hand through your hair.

”shh, you’re safe. you’re safe, y/n” levi assured as you fisted his shirt in your hands, afraid to let him go. after a few minutes, levi pulled away slightly so he could look at you.

”we need to get back to headquarters, are you comfortable with me carrying you-“ levi started but you gently cut him off by nodding your head. your knees felt weak and to be honest, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of levi’s arms around you even for just a second.

“okay then, tell me if you get uncomfortable and i’ll put you down” levi said, kissing your forehead and gently scooping you up in his arms. you buried your face into his chest, letting yourself be calmed by his familiar smell of black tea — his familiar smell of home.

levi left the alley you were in and started walking back to headquarters. thankfully, it was night time and you were still in trost so the journey back wasn’t long and didn’t create much unwanted attention from civilians.

the both of you arrived in headquarters a few minutes later, you offered to walk yourself just in case anyone else was up at this hour of the night but levi gently refused. he said that he didn’t care of anyone saw him carrying you, he was not letting you out of his arms.

you nodded in reply, letting him bring you inside the building of the headquarters. erwin and hange’s voices greeted the both of you the second levi stepped foot inside.

“not now“ levi growled, a threatening tone to his voice as he glared at both erwin and hange — erwin more than hange since he was the one who sent you to this undercover mission.

you needed to give your mission report to erwin but you were too shaken up to even form coherent sentences, let alone tell him every information you got from the mission.

levi brought you to his office, locking the door behind him as he sat down on the couch and set you down on top of him. you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he continued to run his hand through your hair soothingly.

”are you hurt?“ levi asked as you slightly looked up at him and shook your head. “j-just a bit s-shaken, that’s a-all“

levi released a sigh, wrapping his arms around you tighter and pressing kisses on the top of your head. you were tired but you took every remaining energy you have to not let your eyes close.

you knew that if you do end up falling asleep that you will be forced to relive what happened in the alley in your dream and you didn’t want that.

levi noticed the exhausted look in your eyes and your refusal to let them close. he gently cupped your cheek and made you look up at him.

“i know you’re tired. close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat. i’m not gonna let anything happen to you“ levi said, you stared at him for a second and realized that he just gave you a distraction — a lifeline if you will.

you nodded tiredly, pressing you ear against his chest and hearing the soft thumps of his heart underneath. you let your eyes fall close, the slow and steady beats from his chest bringing you solace.

”thank you, i love you“ you mumbled just before you let darkness take you into a peaceful sleep. your body relaxing, letting yourself be vulnerable once again because you knew that you will always be safe in levi’s arms.

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Just so I could call you mine part 2 - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

It's finally here! I'm sorry for the wait, I've only really been able to write at night - my day's have been kinda busy at the moment. But it's finished. It's quite long so sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you enjoyed part 1:)

Also (following a theme here) this is loosely based off of the song 'Enough for you' by Oliva Rodrigo

* = time skip

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3503

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It had been a month since the argument. Well, I say argument, but I think downfall of the one thing that made me want to get up in the morning would be more accurate. After I’d broken down on Emily’s shoulder that night, she took me back to her place. The whole time I was there, part of me kept wishing for the phone to ring and for it to be him. It didn’t feel real. For the first few days I clung to the shred of hope that he might pull me aside at work to apologise, tell me he was wrong and wanted me back. But seeing as this is my life, that opportunity never came. We hadn’t spoken since that night. Even on cases, he would find ways to avoid talking to me. I can’t say I blame him, he’s a shitty man. And when shitty men do shitty things, they tend to run from it.

I walked into the bullpen laughing with Garcia. All the girls had really looked after me and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Hey there pretty ladies” Morgan said, sauntering over to us.

“Why hello there handsome. Here to make us yours?” Garcia replied playfully.

“Only if you’ll have me.” Morgan bantered. Garcia just laughed before heading to her cave.

“So how are you gorgeous?” He said throwing his arm round my shoulder.

“I’m doing good. In desperate need for coffee. Don’t get me wrong I love Garcia but after only 3 hours of sleep, her bubbliness this early on has taken it out of me” I explained as we headed to the coffee machine. Derek dropped his arm and stood next to me, allowing me to make my drink.

“Only three hours huh? You having trouble sleeping?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, I just choose to run on as little energy as possible.” I retorted sarcastically, prompting an eye roll from him.

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah I do, it’s just” I sighed looking down at my coffee.

“Hey.” Derek nudged my arm slightly. “What’s on your mind?” I chewed at the inside of my cheek nervously before answering.

“I guess I’m still adjusting to sleeping by myself.” I admitted. Derek nodded, wearing a sympathetic look on his face. “It’s so stupid, I should be over this by now. I mean I am over him but it’s just certain things like…ugh I don’t know. It’s just stressful.” I ranted.

“It’s normal baby. You went from, what was it nine months?”

“Eleven.” I corrected.

“Right so you went from 11 months of having someone next to you all the time, to suddenly nothing. It’s bound to take some getting used to.” He reasoned. I knew he was right. But something about the way Hotch had essentially picked up where he left off with Haley made me feel so stupid for still being hung up over him.

“Come on, let’s go see if boy genius can tell us something fun.” Derek joked as we walked back to our desks.

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The day was almost over, and we’d had no cases, which allowed us to sort through old case files and tidy things up. As boring as that may sound, it was actually a nice break from the horrors we see on a daily basis.

“Right.” Emily said, stretching back in her chair. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“And leave me here with the men?” I replied, pretend fear laced in my voice.

“I’m so sorry honey. You can do it I believe in you” Emily joked. The boys just swapped an annoyed look. “Sergio awaits me, so I’ll see you all tomorrow.” She said collecting her things.

“Bye Em.” I called after her. But just as she was about to leave JJ rushed into the bullpen.

“Emily stops where you are.” Emily groaned and turned around.

“Jayje I swear to god if you tell us we have a case, as much as I love you, I will be hurling my bag at your head.” Emily said. JJ just laughed at her.

“No, it’s nothing bad guys, but Rossi has invited us to dinner.” She said smiling. The way she looked at us made it seem like she was looking for some type of reaction.

“Okay? Something special about today?” Derek asked.

“Yeah that’s nice of him and all JJ but I’m really tired. Sitting in a crowed Chinese restaurant really wasn’t really what I planned to do tonight” Emily replied. JJ sighed.

“Fine. I mean if none of you want to come back to Rossi’s mansion for a bite to eat then I get that. Have a nice night with your cat Em.” JJ turned to walk away but at the sound of us all scrambling out of our seats, she turned back and laughed.

“Screw Sergio I wanna explore this guy’s house.” Emily said walking over to JJ.

“God you lot are so nosy” She joked as we all walked down to the parking lot.

“What do you expect? The guys a mystery so if there’s an opportunity to snoop of course we’d take it.” I chuckled.

“I just wanna see if he has a first drafts of his books lying around. I can almost imagine how much he left out.” Reid piped up.

“Of course, that’s what you wanna see pretty boy” Derek said patting Reid on the shoulder. We all hoped into our separate cars to go home and change before re convening at Rossi’s.

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The night was going great. It was so nice to be able to just take a night off – eat, drink, chat – without the stress of a case looming over our heads. Not to mention Rossi’s house was incredibly impressive. I mean if I could somehow make this man my sugar daddy and inherit this place, I’d be on it in an instant. Aaron was here, which didn’t surprise me. But what did is how relaxed he was. I’d seen it all the time when we were together but somehow seeing it tonight felt strange. Almost as if he’d dismissed the whole situation.

“Okay I wasn’t that bad guys.” Emily protested, snapping me from my thoughts.

“You told Spencer you were going to kill him if he didn’t stop being so loud.” Hotch said.

“That’s understandable on a hangover.” Emily reason.

“Em, I was just turning the pages of my book.” Spencer replied laughing. Emily spluttered over her words, but nothing came out causing the rest of us to join spencer. Suddenly the doorbell rang out. We all looked around confused.

“We’re not expecting anyone else are we?” Garcia asked.

“Um” Aaron cleared his throat.

“I think I might know who that is.” My heart sunk as he got up and walked to the door. Everyone swapped a look, trying to catch my eye but I just starred ahead of me. He wouldn’t have actually invited her. Right?

“Hey honey.” Her voice travelled through the halls causing my heart to not only sink even further, but completely shatter in the process. At least at work I could block out the fact he was with her but now he was just rubbing salt in the wound. Emily finally caught my gaze and shot me a supportive look. I just nodded, offering a tight-lipped smile. Eventually the pair of them came back.

“Hey guys, you know Haley.” Hotch said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Everyone greeted her politely enough, but it didn’t take a profiler to feel the shift in the atmosphere.

“Let me get you a chair.” Rossi said, going to stand up. “No, it’s fine, I’ll just sit here” She stated before promptly positioning herself in Aaron’s lap. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I couldn’t watch this. The seven of us sat in a cripplingly awkward silence for a few moments before JJ finally spoke up.

“So, um Haley, how’s jack doing?” She asked politely. “Oh, he’s doing great. Very happy to have his daddy around a lot more now.” Haley responded in a smug tone. As she spoke, she glanced over at me. Clearly noticing my appearance, she threaded her fingers through Aaron’s hair. I averted my gaze, opting to study the details of Rossi’s floor. I heard Hotch clear his throat, almost as if he wanted her to stop. “

I’m glad he’s happy.” JJ replied.

“So am I. Before it was just so hard what with his job and, well – other arrangements – Aaron barely had time for his own son you know. But luckily that’s all been dealt with now.” Haley leant forward and I heard her placing a kiss on his cheek. I couldn’t take this anymore; she was clearly taunting me and as I much as I hated giving into her games – this was so much worse.

“Excuse me.” I said, standing up and heading towards the garden. It took everything inside of me not to break down right then and there. But the minute I reached the garden I lost it. The tears streamed down my face as I tried to quiet my sobs. My heart ached. It felt like everything was crashing down around me. My chest felt hollow. I thought I was over this, over him. I could feel my knees growing weak under me so opted to sit by the edge of the pool, in the hopes to grab some sense of normality. It was a nice night out. It was summer so still warm, but there was enough of a breeze to keep it bearable. I’m sure if looked up I would’ve been able to see the stars, but I was transfixed on the water. Suddenly I heard the back door open. I didn’t turn around, not wanting to face whoever it was.

“I’ve always wanted a pool.” Emily’s voice came from beside me. She sat down, placing her legs in the water next to mine. “I’d love to have this house too.” She stated taking in her surroundings. “What do you say, wanna take Rossi down together and claim all this for ourselves?” She asked nudging my arm. I let out a stiff chuckle but didn’t say anything. Emily took a deep breath before she spoke.

“I’m sorry you had to sit through that” Her voice was sincere. “I don’t know if Hotch invited her, or she just rocked up, but it was out of order either way.” I nodded not trusting my voice right now. “You should know, the rest of us were just as angry. Derek left a few moments after you. He went into the kitchen, but he didn’t come back. I had to send Spencer after to him just to check he wasn’t tearing the place up.” She said light-heartedly. That gave me some comfort, to know I wasn’t being overly sensitive. She let her words hang in the air for a moment and we enjoyed the stillness of the night.

“I just thought.” I began, my voice rough from crying. “That maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe they weren’t actually back together you know?” I turned my gaze towards Emily. She understood. That was one of my favourite things about her. No matter what the situation, whether she’d experienced it herself or not, she was always so deeply empathetic that it helped.

“Listen, nothing I say right now is going to make this any easier. Sure, I could sit here and tell you what a douche bag he’s being” I smiled at her words. “But I know that wouldn’t change anything for you. So, I’ve just come to let you know that we’re all here for you. Take as much time as you need, and when you feel comfortable, come back and join us inside.” She said squeezing my hand.

“Thank you Em. For everything.” She just smiled before standing up and heading inside. By this point I’d stopped crying. You know that moment of calm you experience right after you’ve stopped crying, just before the headache or tiredness kicks in, that is probably my favourite feeling. Which sounds somewhat depressing, but everything just feels so at ease in that moment. Unfortunately, I could not bask in it for long as I heard the back door slide open once again. Thinking it was Emily I called out to her.

“Please don’t tell me I’m going to come in there and see you forcing Rossi to sign us into his will.” I joked, turning around. But instead of being greeted with my friends’ heart-warming chuckle, I saw the man who’d caused this little escape to the garden. It was Aaron.

“Hotch.” I said surprised, scrambling to stand up.

“Hi.” He replied. He looked nervous, relentlessly fidgeting with his hands. It wasn’t normal.

“Why are you here?” I didn’t bother trying to make small talk. What would be the point?

“Um, well I…I just wanted to…” His voice trailed off as he looked to the ground. “Can we sit down?” He asked after a moment. I nodded and made my way over to the beautiful table Rossi had. Aaron sat down but didn’t say anything, just starred ahead of him.

“Are you going to talk or what?” I said bluntly. He looked surprised at my tone but cleared his throat before answering me.

“I just wanted to check on you.” His voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying.

“Check on me?” I replied clearly irritated.

“Yeah I mean you just took off back there, so I wanted to make sure you were okay” He said literally looking anywhere but me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He’d spent a whole month doing the most to avoid talking to me and now, not only he dangles his happiness in my face , but he also has the audacity to ask if I’m okay?

“Yeah I wonder why that is?” I shot back. Hotch went to reply but I cut him off. “No no let’s think about it. What could have possibly made me leave? Was it the fact that Derek telling a story? Nope that doesn’t seem to be it.” I said sarcastically. “Oh, maybe Spencer was rambling about something random? No doesn’t sound right? Gosh I just – I don’t know what it could have been. You got any ideas” I continued. Hotch starred at me, annoyed by my games but not enough to reply. “Wait I remember, it was the fact that my ex-boyfriend just wanted to shove the fact that he’s moved on and obviously didn’t give a fuck about me or our relationship further down my throat!” I concluded, standing up to leave.

“That is not fair.” He called after me. I stopped in my tracks, the anger growing inside of me.

“What? What about that is unfair to you?” I replied folding my arms over my chest.

“For you to say I didn’t care about our relationship” he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I scoffed at his words.

“Really? I think it’s perfectly fair considering how you’ve acted. It’s clear that you have no respect for me or what we were.”

“Just because I spend more time with Haley now doesn’t mean that I’ve just disregarded our entire relationship.” He sounded exasperated.

“Spend more time with her? Hotch she was practically fucking you on the chair in there.” I yelled. I’d tried so hard not to lose it but his lack of understanding right now was getting too much for me. “I loved you so much. I gave everything I had into that relationship, and you’ve thrown it all back in my face over one twisted story that your wife decided to spin.” I ran my fingers through my hair trying to calm down. The last thing I needed was for the rest of the team to hear this. Although I didn’t care if Haley did. That bitch. “I don’t know what I did wrong to make you choose her. Maybe I just wasn’t as interesting as her, but you could not have cared less about someone who loved you more. She dragged you down, manipulated you into believing it was your fault that she fucked those other guys. Or when she made you feel bad for choosing to stay in a job that literally makes the world as safer place for people like her or Jack. All I ever wanted was to support you and be there for you to lean on. I wanted to be that one person you could turn to when you felt like the world was crumbling down and you would feel okay. I just wanted to be enough for you. Because that’s what you were for me.” I ranted. Unfortunately, this time I’d been unable to hold back my tears, but I was hoping the darkness of the garden would hide that. Aaron looked crushed, almost guilty. Part of me hurt to seem him like that but another part reminded me he deserved it. I’d say he broke my heart, but he broke much more than that.

“You were that to me too.” He mumbled. His voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. Clearly noticing my lack of response, he continued. “You meant so much to me and I can’t tell you how painful it’s been without you.”

“Doesn’t really seem like that” I scoffed. He sighed before walking over to me.

“Listen the thing with Haley-“

“If you’re about to tell me why you’re back together with her, please don’t. I can’t handle that right now.” I begged.

“No listen. We aren’t together.” His words took me by surprise.

“What?”

“The night everything kicked off, I’m not going to lie – I did believe her. I mean when she told me that you’d told JJ everything about the divorce, yeah I was mad. It took me so long to open up to you about that, you know the insecurities and the fact I thought Jack was going to resent me or not want me in his life. I trusted you and you just threw it out the window.” I starred at him in shock, unable to speak. Hotch being who he was picked up on my reaction. “What is it?” He asked.

“I can’t believe that’s what she told you.” I said utterly blown away by the fact that Haley was able to lie about something so huge with such ease.

“What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that’s not what happened?” He sounded apprehensive.

“It couldn’t be further from the truth. She called me to ask where you were and when you’d be home. She must have thought I was lying because then she called JJ. JJ told her she knew she’d rung me and then she hung up.” I explained. Hotch looked just as confused. “I would never tell anyone those things Aaron. No matter how much you hurt me.” He didn’t reply. He looked so torn. “I tried to explain that to you on the night, but you weren’t listening.” I spoke. That caught his attention.

“I know I just felt so betrayed I guess it blinded me.” He replied. “The only reason I’ve stayed as close with her as I have recently is because she was going to keep me away from Jack. I know she had no solid grounds to hold that to and we could have taken it to court if it had gotten that bad, but fathers hardly ever win full custody. I didn’t want to risk it.” He explained. I nodded.

“I understand.” I got it. Jack was his world. And losing him might have just broken him. “

I can’t begin to explain how sorry I am that I let her get between us. I should’ve known, I-I should’ve trusted you.” He rambled. He begun pacing back and forth.

“Hey.” I reached out a grabbed his arm. “Yes you should have trusted me, I’m not going to act like what happened didn’t hurt. But you’re not a mind reader Aaron. You believed the first story you heard. I get it.” I reasoned. Tentatively, he reached out and took my hands in his, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“I missed you. Everyday.” He whispered.

“I did too. I loved you.” I replied softly. His gaze caught mine.

“Loved?” He asked his eyes wracked with worry.

“Part of me still does. I can’t just shut those feelings down. But what you did broke me. And I don’t want to risk that happening again.” I confessed. He nodded.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself to you. Because trust me, you’re all I want. And I’ll wait however long you need me to.” He replied. I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms travelled to my waist. Maybe we would get back together or eventually just drift apart, but right now I had my best friend back. And that’s all I cared about.

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[myherokatsuki]

ultimate ship meme || bakuae

G E N E R A L |

How long will they last?    ↳ All my otp’s are endgame.

How quickly did/will they fall in love?    ↳ It was a bit of a slow burn, rivals to friends to lovers sort of thing.

How was their first kiss?    ↳ During a sparring match.  Ji-ae kissed him to distract him, (and it worked) but not to be outdone, Katsuki pinned her and got her back.

W E D D I N G |

Who proposed?    ↳ Katsuki, it was in the middle of a fight with villains.

Who is the best man/men?    ↳ Kirishima

Who is the bride’s maid(s)?    ↳ Kendo

Who did the most planning?    ↳ Ji-ae’s step-mother and step-sister are wedding planners, so they kind of took over, but Katsuki actually helped a lot, wanting everything to be perfect.

Who stressed the most?    ↳ Katsuki, though he’d never let anyone know.

How fancy was the ceremony?    ↳ Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?    ↳ Monoma.  Katsuki threatened not to invite Deku, but Ji-ae wouldn’t let that happen.

S E X |

Who is on top?    ↳ Half the time it’s Katsuki, half the time it’s Ji-ae.  They’re a pair of switches.

Who is the one to instigate things?    ↳ It’s pretty even, honestly.

How healthy is their sex life?    ↳ Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?    ↳ Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last?    ↳ It depends on how much time they have.  Since both of them are pro heroes, they don’t always get a lot of time, but when they do they make the most of it.  On average though, about 30 minutes.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?    ↳ It’s only fair.

How rough are they in bed?    ↳ Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?    ↳ No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

C H I L D R E N |

How many children will they have naturally?    ↳ Two: Bakugou Iradachi - son, blonde spiky hair + rose coloured eyes, sweet and earnest, takes after his mum & Bakugou Hanabi - daughter, brown spiky hair + red eyes, a little monster like her father.

How many children will they adopt?    ↳ None

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?    ↳ Ji-ae, but Katsuki gets diaper duty when he’s not working.

Who is the stricter parent?    ↳ Katsuki

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?    ↳ Ji-ae

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?    ↳ Katsuki

Who is the more loved parent?    ↳ Uhm, both of them, just for different reasons.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?    ↳ Katsuki

Who cried the most at graduation?    ↳ Ji-ae

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?    ↳ Either of them

C O O K I N G |

Who does the most cooking?    ↳ Katsuki, duh

Who is the most picky in their food choice?    ↳ Ji-ae

Who does the grocery shopping?    ↳ Katsuki, but Ji-ae likes to come along and put junk food in the basket.

How often do they bake desserts?    ↳ Ji-ae’s terrible at cooking, but she loves baking.  On the weekends she likes to try to bake different recipes and Katsuki usually watches.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?    ↳ Ji-ae loves meat, and I feel like Katsuki eats a balanced mixture.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?    ↳ Katsuki

Who is more likely to suggest going out?    ↳ Ji-ae, buuuut she also loves Kats’ cooking, so as long as he’s making dinner, she doesn’t mind staying in.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking?    ↳ Ji-ae

C H O R E S |

Who cleans the room?    ↳ Katsuki

Who is really against chores?    ↳ Ji-ae

Who cleans up after the pets?    ↳ Ji-ae, she wanted to have a cat, so she has to take care of it.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?    ↳ Ji-ae

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?    ↳ Ji-ae lol.  She doesn’t want anyone to see their house a mess, which is ironic because she makes most of the mess.

M I S C |

Who takes the longer showers/baths?    ↳ Ji-ae

Who takes the dog out for a walk?    ↳ n/a

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?    ↳ Only for major holidays

What are their goals for the relationship?    ↳ To be the best couple ever lol.  But no, really, they just want to be there for each other no matter what and have the other’s back.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon?    ↳ Ji-ae, easily

Who plays the most pranks?    ↳ Ji-ae