#now THAT is an offense. THAT'S what can get feelings hurt

[izumkay]

♪BONDS OF FATE♪ |CH-2|

—SUGURU GETO

☆Pairing- SuguruGeto×Fem!Reader (main), SatoruGojo×Reader.

☆Summary- You’ve entered the world of Jujutsu sorcery to protect the innocent, but you didn’t expect the emotional chaos that would follow. Caught between the cocky, irresistible Satoru Gojo and the dangerously calm Suguru Geto, your heart is pulled in two directions. Both men are powerful, both have their own allure, and neither is willing to let you go easily. In a life where curses are real and danger lurks at every corner, the last thing you need is to be tangled up in a love triangle. But here you are—fighting to protect others while your own heart is at war.

Gerne/tags- Love triangle, friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, tension and teasing, angsty, fluff.

Warnings- MDNI. Explicit sexual content, angsty, blood, mention of deaths, hurt/comfort, toxicity, obsession.

Wc- 11k

Previous chapter!

The sun dipped lower in the sky as you sat on the grass, catching your breath. The training session had left you physically drained but strangely exhilarated. Your first taste of what it meant to be a Jujutsu sorcerer was intense, to say the least.

"Well, that was fun," Gojo said, lounging on the ground with his arms behind his head, a cocky grin plastered across his face. "But I feel like I didn’t even break a sweat. You guys keeping up okay?"

You shot him a tired look, not even bothering to respond to his obvious teasing. "Not everyone has infinite cursed energy, you know," you muttered under your breath.

Suguru chuckled softly from his spot nearby. "You’ll get used to him," he said, glancing at Gojo. "Eventually."

Gojo sat up, feigning offense. "Excuse me? I’m the easiest person to get along with. Right, Shoko?"

Shoko, leaning against a tree with a cigarette between her fingers, gave a lazy shrug. "Sure, if you ignore the constant talking and the ego the size of Tokyo."

The banter made you smile despite your exhaustion. For a moment, it felt... normal. Like you weren’t a group of sorcerers training to fight deadly curses but just a bunch of teenagers hanging out.

"Anyway," Suguru said, brushing some grass off his uniform as he stood. "Yaga-sensei said there’s more training tomorrow. Better get some rest while you can."

"More training?" Gojo groaned, throwing himself back onto the grass dramatically. "Man, they really don’t want us to have lives, do they?"

"That’s kind of the point," you said, surprising yourself with the confidence in your voice. "We’re here to learn how to protect people. It’s not supposed to be easy."

Suguru looked at you then, his gaze thoughtful. "You’re serious about this, aren’t you?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "Yeah. I didn’t come here just to mess around."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, sitting up again. "Ooh, looks like someone’s got their priorities straight. Guess we’ll see if you can keep up with me, huh?"

The way he said it wasn’t mocking—well, not entirely. There was a challenge in his tone, one that made you want to prove yourself.

As the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, the four of you headed back to the dorms. Despite the exhaustion, a spark of excitement buzzed in your chest. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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The walk back to the dorms was quiet, the kind of silence that settles when exhaustion finally catches up. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale glow lighting your path.

“Man, I hope the beds are decent,” Gojo said, stretching his arms above his head. “If I don’t get my beauty sleep, I can’t promise I’ll be this charming tomorrow.”

“You’re assuming you’re charming now,” Shoko deadpanned, earning a snort from Suguru.

You bit back a laugh, trying to keep your focus on the path ahead. The banter between them was oddly comforting, even if Gojo’s antics made you roll your eyes every other second.

As you reached the dormitory, Yaga-sensei was waiting at the entrance, arms crossed and his usual stern expression in place.

“Lights out in an hour,” he said simply, glancing at each of you. “Get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be harder.”

Harder? You swallowed, feeling a flicker of nervous anticipation.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Gojo said with a smirk, brushing past Yaga as he made his way inside.

“More like a warning,” Suguru muttered under his breath, earning a knowing look from Shoko.

The dorms were surprisingly spacious, each of you assigned your own room. As you stepped inside, the quiet enveloped you, a stark contrast to the lively chaos of the day. Dropping onto the bed, you let out a sigh, muscles aching from the training session.

But your mind wouldn’t rest. The image of Suguru’s calm, precise movements during the fight and Gojo’s effortless display of power replayed in your thoughts. Their strength was undeniable, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you truly measured up.

A soft knock on your door broke your train of thought.

When you opened it, Suguru stood there, his expression unreadable but his presence grounding.

“Just wanted to check in,” he said quietly. “First days can be overwhelming.”

You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “I’m fine,” you said, though your voice was softer than intended.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Good. Rest up. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

As he walked away, you closed the door, leaning against it for a moment. Your heart felt heavier than before, but not in a bad way—more like something was shifting, though you couldn’t quite name it.

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You changed into your pajamas, the soft fabric a welcome comfort after the long day. Sinking into the bed, you stared at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, you thought.

Sure, the training had been grueling, and the group dynamic was... chaotic at best. But there was something about this place, about these people, that felt right—like you were meant to be here.

Your thoughts drifted to the others. Shoko’s laid-back humor, Gojo’s over-the-top confidence, and Suguru’s quiet strength. Each of them was so different, yet somehow, it felt like you were all pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together.

A sudden knock at your door jolted you from your thoughts.

"Yeah?" you called out, sitting up.

The door creaked open, and Gojo’s head peeked through, his trademark smirk already in place. "What’s up, newbie? Not crying yourself to sleep, are you?"

You rolled your eyes, already regretting acknowledging him. "What do you want, Gojo?"

He pushed the door open further, stepping inside uninvited. "Just checking in on my future rival. Gotta make sure you’re not giving up before the real fun starts."

"Future rival?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "In your dreams."

He laughed, leaning casually against the wall. "Big talk for someone who was struggling to keep up earlier."

"I wasn’t struggling," you shot back, crossing your arms. "And you’re way too full of yourself."

"Confidence, newbie," he corrected, pointing a finger at you. "You’ll learn it’s one of my best qualities."

Before you could retort, another voice interrupted.

"Gojo, leave her alone."

You both turned to see Suguru standing in the hallway, arms crossed and an exasperated look on his face.

"Come on, Suguru," Gojo said with a grin. "Just having a little fun."

"Yeah, well, maybe try doing that somewhere else," Suguru replied, his tone calm but firm.

Gojo held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I’m going. Don’t miss me too much, newbie." With a wink, he sauntered out, leaving you alone with Suguru.

"Sorry about him," Suguru said, leaning against the doorframe. "He doesn’t know when to stop."

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s fine. He’s... something, that’s for sure."

Suguru chuckled, the sound low and comforting. "Get some rest. Tomorrow’s another long day."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you to the quiet of your room once more. As you lay back down, your thoughts were no longer on the challenges ahead but on the two very different presences that had just left your room.

Maybe things here were going to be a lot more complicated than you’d thought.

The cool night air wrapped around the two of you, a strange but comforting silence lingering. Suguru leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands as he tilted his head up to gaze at the stars.

“You know,” he started, his voice quiet but steady, “being here isn’t just about fighting curses. It’s about finding out what kind of person you want to be. The stronger you get, the harder those choices become.”

You glanced at him, his words catching you off guard. There was a depth to him that you hadn’t fully realized until now. “What kind of person do you want to be?” you asked softly, curious.

He smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. “Someone who can protect what matters to me. No matter what.”

The conviction in his tone made your chest tighten. You didn’t know his full story yet, but there was a quiet strength in him that drew you in.

“What about you?” he asked, turning the question back on you.

You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. “I... I just want to make a difference,” you said finally. “To make sure no one else has to go through what I did.”

Suguru nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s a good reason. Hold onto it.”

The two of you sat in companionable silence again, the stars above seeming to shine brighter as the night stretched on. For a moment, it felt like the world had paused, the weight of your responsibilities and the chaos of the day melting away.

But the moment didn’t last.

A sudden voice broke the stillness. “Aww, look at you two, having a little midnight heart-to-heart.”

You turned sharply to see Gojo leaning against a nearby post, his trademark smirk firmly in place. He looked entirely too pleased with himself, his white hair catching the moonlight like a halo—if halos belonged to devils.

“Do you ever sleep?” Suguru asked dryly, clearly unfazed by his friend’s antics.

“Sleep is for the weak,” Gojo replied dramatically, striding over with an exaggerated yawn. “Besides, I couldn’t miss out on this touching little moment. You two looked so cozy.”

Your cheeks burned, and you quickly stood up. “It’s not what it looks like,” you muttered, flustered.

“Relax, newbie,” Gojo said with a laugh, waving you off. “I’m just messing with you. Mostly.”

Suguru rolled his eyes but stood as well, brushing off his pants. “Ignore him. He lives to be annoying.”

“Hey, it’s called being entertaining,” Gojo shot back, his grin widening. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.”

“Doubtful,” Suguru replied smoothly, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his tone.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at their banter. Despite Gojo’s arrogance, there was something endearing about the way the two of them interacted.

“Well, since we’re all here,” Gojo said, clapping his hands together, “how about a late-night snack? I saw a vending machine near the training grounds.”

Suguru sighed, clearly unimpressed. “It’s past midnight, Satoru.”

“Exactly! The perfect time for snacks,” Gojo insisted, already heading off in the direction of the vending machines.

Suguru glanced at you, his expression torn between exasperation and amusement. “You coming?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Why not? It’s not like I was sleeping anyway.”

And just like that, the three of you wandered off into the night, the weight of the day replaced by a strange but comforting sense of camaraderie. For the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You felt like you were walking between two tall pillars—Suguru with his calm, steady presence on one side, and Gojo with his overwhelming, almost blinding energy on the other. The contrast between them was striking, yet somehow, they balanced each other out.

But anyways, you kept your head down, letting their banter wash over you as you all made your way to the vending machines.

“Bet you can’t eat more snacks than me,” Gojo teased, nudging Suguru with his elbow.

“Why would I even want to?” Suguru replied, his tone flat.

“Because losing to me would crush your pride,” Gojo said, his grin mischievous. “And I can’t let you think you’re cooler than me.”

Suguru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Satoru, you’ve already made it clear no one can compete with your ego.”

You bit back a laugh, the corners of your mouth twitching. “I think I’ll just watch this one from the sidelines.”

“Smart move,” Suguru said, giving you a small smile.

Gojo, however, wasn’t about to let you off the hook. “Oh, come on, newbie. You’re part of the team now! You’ve got to back me up.”

“Back you up on what, exactly?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That I’m clearly the most talented and charming person here,” he said, flashing a grin that could rival the sun.

“Charming isn’t the word I’d use,” you muttered under your breath, earning a soft chuckle from Suguru.

“Hey, I heard that!” Gojo pouted dramatically, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him. “You wound me, truly.”

Finally reaching the vending machines, Gojo immediately began pressing buttons like a child in a candy store, while Suguru stood back, arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold.

“You’re really not going to stop him, are you?” you asked Suguru, glancing at him.

“No point,” he said with a shrug. “He’ll do what he wants, regardless.”

Gojo turned around, his arms full of snacks, and gave you both a triumphant look. “Midnight feast, courtesy of yours truly!”

You shook your head but couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto your face. As chaotic as this moment was, it felt oddly... right.

Maybe walking between two tall pillars wasn’t so bad after all.

Suddenly, Gojo pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulder in a casual, almost too familiar way. "Ugh, what are you doing?" you snapped, irritation creeping into your voice as you tried to push him away.

He only grinned wider, the signature smirk never leaving his face. "It’s kinda cold here," he said nonchalantly, his tone teasing. "Just taking some warmth by being closer to you."

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your distance despite the fact that his arm around you was surprisingly... warm. "That’s not how this works, Gojo," you muttered, your annoyance mixing with a strange fluttering feeling you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly how it works,” he said with a wink, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

Suguru, who had been silently observing the entire interaction, finally spoke up. "You’re unbelievable," he said, his voice dry. "Do you ever stop?"

Gojo laughed, unfazed. "Why would I? Life’s more fun when you keep people on their toes." He glanced down at you, his eyes gleaming with that ever-present mischievous spark. "Isn’t that right, newbie?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, your face heating up despite your best efforts to stay unaffected. "You’re ridiculous."

Suguru’s eyes flickered between the two of you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I think Gojo’s found his new favorite target."

You shot him a look, not sure if you were relieved or frustrated that Suguru wasn’t entirely siding with you. "I’m not his target," you muttered, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him—or yourself.

Gojo only chuckled, tightening his hold on your shoulder in a way that made your heart skip. "I’m just warming you up for the next round of training," he said innocently, though his eyes were anything but.

You could already feel your patience wearing thin. This was going to be an interesting year.

You tried to step out of Gojo’s grasp, but his arm stayed firmly around your shoulder. "Gojo, seriously, let go," you said, your voice laced with irritation. "This isn’t funny anymore."

“Oh, I’m not letting go,” he said with a playful glint in his eyes, leaning in closer. “You’re just too cute when you’re all annoyed. Plus, I’m not getting any warmth from Suguru here.” He threw a glance over at Suguru, who was now watching the exchange with an eyebrow raised.

Suguru let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by the situation. "Well, sorry to disappoint, but I’m not the cuddling type, Gojo," he said, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed.

Gojo feigned disappointment, a hand to his chest. "Oh, the betrayal," he said dramatically. "Here I thought we were best buds, Suguru. But fine, I’ll get my warmth elsewhere." His smirk grew wider as he looked down at you. "And you’re not getting away that easily."

You glared at him, though you couldn't help the slight tug of a smile on your lips. "You’re really something, aren’t you?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere, but keep it coming," Gojo teased, tightening his grip slightly, not letting you escape.

Suguru shook his head in disbelief. "You two are ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, but the amusement was clear in his voice. "I’m surrounded by chaos."

"You love it," Gojo shot back, clearly pleased with himself. "Come on, admit it. You love being around my energy."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but be drawn into the back-and-forth banter. “Sure, Gojo. If by ‘love’ you mean I’m counting down the minutes until I can escape your ‘energy,’ then yeah, absolutely.”

Suguru’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "I think she’s onto something, Satoru."

"Hey, you’re just jealous because I’m making her laugh,” Gojo said, his voice dripping with playful arrogance.

“Laugh? I’m just trying to keep my sanity,” you shot back, though your lips betrayed you with a small grin.

Suguru gave you a knowing look. “Keep telling yourself that. You’re practically glowing from all the attention.”

Gojo snickered, clearly enjoying the dynamic between the three of you. "She’s not wrong," he said, turning his attention back to you. "Admit it, you secretly enjoy the chaos I bring."

You sighed dramatically, trying to suppress the amusement bubbling up inside you. "Sure, Gojo. Whatever you say. Just don’t expect me to cuddle with you next time, okay?"

“Ah, a shame,” Gojo replied, feigning a hurt expression. “I’ll have to work harder to win you over, huh?”

Suguru’s chuckle broke through your attempts at feigning annoyance. "I’m gonna need a drink after this," he muttered, clearly entertained by the spectacle unfolding.

You couldn’t help but laugh along, the tension between you and Gojo oddly familiar, and maybe, just maybe, a little more than you expected.

"Let’s just get those snacks already," you said, finally pulling away from Gojo’s grasp with a smirk. "I think we’ve all earned it after this."

Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. But don’t think this is over." He winked, walking ahead toward the vending machines.

Suguru smirked at you as he followed. "I’m sure it’s only just begun."

And with that, the night continued with a strange mix of teasing, sarcasm, and unexpected camaraderie. For all the chaos that came with it, you couldn’t help but feel that, maybe, this wasn’t such a bad way to spend your first night at Jujutsu High.

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The morning light filtered softly through the window as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of your uniform. The cold bath had done wonders, leaving you feeling refreshed and alert, a stark contrast to the restless energy that had kept you up the night before. The lingering thoughts of your conversation with Gojo and Suguru were still fresh in your mind, but you pushed them aside. Today was a new day, and you had to focus.

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, a deep breath to steady your nerves. Jujutsu High was a place of endless challenges, but you were ready. You’d made it this far, after all. You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer for a reason.

As you grabbed your bag and made your way to the door, you could hear the faint sounds of students in the hallway, preparing for the day ahead. The air felt charged, like the calm before the storm, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that today would be another unpredictable day.

When you stepped out into the hall, you spotted Suguru, already dressed and looking as calm and composed as ever. He glanced up at you as you approached, giving you a small nod.

“Morning,” you greeted him, your voice steady.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice warm but quiet. There was something comforting about his calm demeanor, especially compared to Gojo’s usual energy.

You couldn’t help but glance around, expecting to see Gojo’s chaotic presence nearby, but he was nowhere in sight.

“He’s probably still asleep, knowing him,” Suguru said, reading your expression. “Don’t worry, he’ll show up, probably late as usual.”

You smirked, unable to suppress a small laugh. “Sounds about right.”

Suguru gave you a rare, amused smile before turning to walk down the hallway. “Let’s go. We’ll see what today has in store for us.”

You followed him, the quiet camaraderie between you two making the journey to the classroom feel a little less daunting. It was clear that Suguru wasn’t just a talented sorcerer—there was something about his presence that made you feel like, maybe, you weren’t alone in this after all.

You loved being around Suguru— shut up.

You tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on his calm, composed presence. It was hard not to feel at ease when he was around. His steady energy seemed to pull you in without even trying, but you quickly reminded yourself that you were here to train, to focus on your path as a sorcerer.

Suguru glanced at you, his voice cutting through your thoughts. “Were you able to sleep last night?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. You hadn’t really talked about your restless night, but there was something in his tone that made you feel like he already knew.

“Not really,” you admitted, a bit of a sigh escaping your lips. “Kept thinking about… everything. Training, meeting everyone here… It’s a lot to take in, you know?”

Suguru nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I get that. Jujutsu High is… intense, especially for first years. But you’ll adjust. You’ve got the skills to make it through. You just need to find your rhythm.”

You couldn’t help but appreciate how genuine he sounded, how calm he was about it all. It made you feel like you weren’t just another student, but someone who belonged here, even if the path ahead seemed uncertain.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, feeling a bit more grounded. “I guess I’m just trying to keep up with all the crazy stuff that happens here.”

Suguru chuckled softly. “Yeah, it can be a lot. But you’re not alone in it. You’ve got us.”

Before you could respond, a loud voice interrupted, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing down the hall.

“Hey, hey, wait up!”

Gojo.

You rolled your eyes, not even surprised by his timing. Suguru, however, just smirked and slowed his pace, clearly not bothered by the disruption.

“Guess I spoke too soon,” you muttered, earning a soft chuckle from Suguru.

Gojo appeared around the corner, grinning widely, his signature carefree attitude in full force. “Did you guys miss me? I know, I know, I’m amazing, but come on, you can’t keep me away forever!”

Suguru shook his head, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “We weren’t exactly waiting for you, Gojo.”

Gojo waved him off dramatically. “Sure, sure, but I know deep down you were hoping I’d show up to save the day. You’re welcome.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, but deep down, you couldn’t deny that there was something about the dynamic between the three of you that felt… right. Even if it was a little chaotic.

“Let’s just get to class,” you said, trying to steer the group back on track.

Suguru gave you a knowing look, and Gojo, after a few exaggerated stretches, finally agreed. “Fine, fine. But only because you’re so cute when you try to keep us all together.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, it wasn’t with irritation. It was with a strange mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

As the three of you walked toward the classroom, you couldn’t help but wonder how much more chaotic—yet strangely fulfilling—this year at Jujutsu High would be.

Shoko wasn’t there. You frowned, your eyes scanning the room, half-expecting her to walk in any second. But there was no sign of her.

Gojo flopped down in his seat, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who was supposed to be preparing for class. "She’s probably just late," he said casually, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "You know how Shoko is. Always on her own schedule."

Suguru sat down beside you, his demeanor as calm as ever. "She’s probably in the infirmary, handling some... urgent matters." His tone was dry, but there was an underlying hint of amusement in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. "Urgent matters?" you repeated, your tone skeptical.

Gojo snickered. "Let’s just say, when you’re as good at healing as she is, people tend to take advantage of it." He stretched out lazily, leaning back in his chair. "She’ll show up eventually. Just give it time."

You let out a small sigh, leaning back in your own chair, but your thoughts were still lingering on Shoko’s absence. Something about the whole situation felt off, but you pushed the thought aside.

"She better not miss the entire lesson," you muttered under your breath, though you didn’t expect anyone to hear you.

Gojo, of course, heard you perfectly. "Oh, she’ll be here. She always is. Just wait."

Suguru glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful. "Don’t worry about it. Shoko knows how to handle herself. You’ll get used to her unpredictability."

You nodded, though the nagging feeling that something was off remained. It was just the beginning, after all—there was plenty of time for everything to unfold.

For now, you tried to focus on the lesson ahead, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that today was going to be more eventful than you’d anticipated.

You couldn’t help but voice your frustration, your gaze shifting between Gojo and Suguru. "You guys talk like you’ve known each other for years," you said, a hint of annoyance creeping into your tone.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, glancing at Gojo, who was still lounging in his seat as if the whole world owed him something. "Well, we don’t," Suguru replied with a chuckle, "but it’s kind of hard to ignore the connection between us."

Gojo, without missing a beat, smirked. "Yeah, it’s like we’re on the same wavelength. Don’t you just feel it?" He gave a dramatic pause, eyes sparkling mischievously. "We’ve got this... telepathic bond. Don’t you sense it?"

You couldn’t suppress the eye roll that followed. "Oh, please. You two are like magnets. Just because you’ve got some weird, unspoken understanding doesn’t mean you’ve known each other for ages."

Suguru’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "It’s not about the time, it’s about the vibe. We don’t need years to understand each other."

Gojo leaned forward, eyes twinkling. "Exactly! It’s like a superpower, but without the need for training. We’re just that in sync."

You stared at them both, the strange dynamic between them somehow making sense despite your initial skepticism. It wasn’t about how long they’d known each other; it was the ease with which they seemed to communicate, almost as if they were reading each other’s minds.

"You guys are insufferable," you muttered under your breath, but there was no real malice behind the words. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Suguru shrugged, his expression still calm. "You’ll get used to it. Besides, we’re a good team, aren’t we?"

"Eh, if you say so," you replied, still not fully convinced. "But I’m not joining in on this telepathic nonsense."

Gojo grinned at that, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Ah, you’ll come around. Everyone does."

The tension in the room eased slightly, and despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity with them. Maybe it was just the beginning, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the bond between the three of you was only just starting to form.

You couldn’t help but smile, the sarcastic remark slipping from your lips before you could stop it. "You’d make a good couple," you teased, unable to resist.

The reaction was instant, both of them frowning deeply, as if you’d just suggested the most heinous thing possible.

"Ew, hell nah—! No way, with him? Seriously?" Gojo practically recoiled in his seat, eyes wide in exaggerated disgust. "I’d rather—ugh, just no!"

Suguru, on the other hand, sighed dramatically, his expression completely deadpan. "Shut up— I’m not gay," he said, voice as flat as ever, though you could see the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your seat, enjoying the spectacle. "Oh really? That’s what you’re going with?"

Gojo snorted, shaking his head. "Look, if I was going to date someone, it wouldn’t be him," he said, gesturing at Suguru with an over-the-top sweep of his hand. "I mean, come on. He’s all dark and broody, while I’m out here being... amazing." He threw a dramatic wink your way, completely ignoring Suguru’s glare.

Suguru rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by Gojo’s antics. "If I wanted someone to constantly annoy me, I’d get a pet. Or maybe a mirror, to be honest."

Gojo shot him a playful grin, completely unbothered. "Touché. But seriously, I don’t do monotone. I need someone with a little more... flair."

You leaned in slightly, voice teasing. "So, no love for each other, huh? Guess I’ll have to find someone else to ship you two with."

Gojo’s face twisted into a mock expression of shock. "You can’t be serious. Me and him? That’s like pairing a cloud with a brick."

Suguru, his voice smooth but dripping with sarcasm, replied, "I’d say it’s more like pairing a tornado with a brick. At least the tornado has a bit more... movement."

You snickered at the exchange, but couldn’t resist pushing it a little further. "Well, I’d say you’re both missing out. You’d make such a power couple—can you imagine? Gojo’s flashy style and Suguru’s... brooding intensity? A perfect match."

Gojo's eyes widened in mock horror. "Stop! You’re giving me nightmares. I’m not going to start wearing all black and brooding in corners just to make him happy."

Suguru smirked, clearly enjoying Gojo’s discomfort. "Don’t worry, Gojo. I’m sure no one would force you to start wearing eyeliner. But I’d gladly watch you try."

The two of them bickered back and forth, clearly irritated but in that playful, sarcastic way that only the two of them could pull off. You sat back, grinning to yourself. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all—watching them bicker was entertaining enough to make the entire day worth it.

But, just for fun, you muttered under your breath, "You know, if you two just gave it a chance—"

Gojo shot you a deadly look. "Not happening. Ever."

Suguru’s lips twitched, but he stayed quiet, clearly trying to suppress a smile.

"Yeah, sure," you said, feigning innocence. "I’ll stop pushing it. For now."

You leaned back in your chair, the playful tension hanging in the air, but it was clear that, despite all the sarcasm, something between the three of you was slowly starting to form. It was chaotic, strange, and undeniably fun.

Gojo, still recoiling at the very thought of being paired with Suguru, shot you a pointed look. "Even if I was a girl, I still would NOT date him," he declared dramatically, as if the very suggestion was an insult to his entire existence.

Suguru, ever the picture of calm, shot Gojo a deadpan look. "Well, good thing you’re not a girl then, huh? Or we’d have a whole other set of problems."

Gojo’s face twisted into a playful grimace. "Please, don’t remind me. I’d rather take a vacation to a cursed zone than ever entertain that idea."

You leaned in, playing along. "You sure? You two could make quite the power couple—I can already see the headlines: 'Gojo and Geto: The Unlikely Pair.'"

Gojo's expression shifted from disgust to mock offense. "Are you trying to ruin my reputation here?!" He threw his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. "There’s no way in hell I’d be caught in the same category as him. I mean, look at me!" He struck a pose, his usual cocky grin back in full force. "I’m perfect."

Suguru snorted. "Perfectly insufferable."

You giggled at their banter, enjoying the way they interacted—like a couple of kids who couldn’t quite admit they enjoyed each other’s company, but were too comfortable with each other to stop.

"You two are a real piece of work," you said, shaking your head.

Gojo leaned back, his smirk widening. "What can I say? I’m just that irresistible."

Suguru’s smirk matched his, but his tone was dry as ever. "Keep telling yourself that, Gojo."

The sarcastic back-and-forth continued, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but wonder just how deep this bond between them really went. Maybe they didn’t need to be a couple to be perfectly in sync.

Gojo, always quick to seize the opportunity to stir the pot, leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about you ship me with someone else?" he asked, his smirk widening as if he already knew what kind of reaction he’d get.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "With who?"

Gojo leaned back, his tone smooth, almost playful. "How about... you?"

You froze for a second, blinking in disbelief. "Eugh! Shut up!" you shot back, recoiling as if the very idea disgusted you. "I do not want anything to do with you!"

Gojo just chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction he’d provoked. "Aw, come on. You can’t deny the chemistry. I mean, I am a catch." He winked at you, his cocky grin never faltering.

Suguru, who had been silently watching the exchange, sighed deeply, as if this was just another day in the life of dealing with Gojo. "You really are insufferable," he muttered, shaking his head.

You shot Gojo a look that could’ve melted steel. "Not in a million years, Gojo. Get over yourself."

Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I’ll take the rejection like a champ. But just know... you're missing out."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. "Please. If you think I’m ever going to be into you, you’re seriously delusional."

Gojo laughed, clearly undeterred. "Delusional, huh? We’ll see about that."

Suguru leaned back in his seat, eyes flicking between you and Gojo with an amused expression. "This is gonna be fun," he muttered under his breath, but you could tell he was enjoying the show, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Despite yourself, you found the entire situation infuriatingly entertaining. It was like being stuck in the middle of a game you didn’t sign up for—except you had a front-row seat.

As if on cue, the door to the classroom swung open with a sharp creak, cutting through the banter between you, Gojo, and Suguru.

Yaga, the teacher, stepped inside with his usual no-nonsense demeanor. His gaze swept over the room, taking in the group of first years with a knowing glance. His expression was neutral, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he took in the scene—Gojo lounging, Suguru looking slightly bored, and you... well, you were trying to ignore the fact that Gojo had just tried to flirt with you.

"Alright, enough chatter," Yaga said, his voice carrying a commanding tone that immediately silenced the room. "We’ve got work to do."

Gojo groaned dramatically, throwing himself back in his chair. "Aw, come on, Yaga. We were just getting to the good part!"

Yaga’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The 'good part'?" he repeated, his tone dry. "If by 'good part' you mean wasting my time with your nonsense, then sure."

You could practically hear the collective eye-roll from the rest of the room. Yaga had this way of cutting through the bullshit with ease, and it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for Gojo’s antics.

Suguru didn’t even bother looking up, his voice flat as ever. "We’re ready, Yaga. Get on with it."

Yaga shot him a look, but there was no real malice behind it. "Glad to see some of you are already awake," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Alright, today’s lesson is simple—basic combat drills and a few new techniques. I want to see how well you can work together."

Gojo perked up at the mention of "combat drills," his signature smirk returning. "Now we’re talking!"

You couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. This was it—your first real test as a Jujutsu sorcerer. You had to show what you were made of.

Yaga glanced at you, as if sensing the shift in the atmosphere. "Don’t get too cocky," he said, his voice low. "You’ve got a long way to go."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smirk still in place. "Don’t worry, Yaga. I’m always ready to show off."

You couldn't help but feel a slight tension building. Whatever was coming next, you knew it was going to push you all to your limits. And, despite the playful teasing and sarcastic remarks, you had a feeling that this team—however dysfunctional—was going to become something you couldn’t easily walk away from.

You raised an eyebrow at Yaga's response, feeling a little skeptical. "Where's Shoko though?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual but still curious.

Yaga glanced over at you, a small shrug in his posture. "Oh, she told me she wouldn't be able to come today. She’s ill."

Suguru, who had been leaning back in his chair with his usual detached air, frowned slightly. "She was totally fine yesterday though," he said, his voice low but sharp.

Gojo, who had been listening lazily, suddenly perked up at the mention of Shoko. "What, she’s sick? That’s weird. She didn’t look sick yesterday... She was literally acting like she owned the place." He smirked, as if recalling something from yesterday’s training session.

Yaga didn’t seem too bothered by the question, though he gave a slight nod. "She didn’t look sick, but sometimes people need rest. Even healers need a break."

You weren’t entirely convinced. It didn’t sit right with you. Shoko had been fine just yesterday, so why was she suddenly sick today? The timing felt off, but you decided to keep your thoughts to yourself for now.

Suguru, ever the skeptic, didn’t let it slide. "Yeah, well, I hope it’s nothing serious. She’s not the type to just skip out without a good reason."

Yaga’s gaze shifted between the group before he spoke again. "Enough with the chatter. We’ve got work to do. If Shoko’s out, we’ll make do without her. Now, get into position. This training won’t wait."

The class quieted down as Yaga took his place at the front, and the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. Something felt off, but you knew better than to question it further—at least for now.

You shot one last glance at Gojo and Suguru, who were both wearing expressions of mild curiosity, before preparing yourself for whatever Yaga had planned next. Whatever was going on with Shoko, you couldn’t afford to let it distract you. There was a new challenge ahead, and you were determined to face it head-on.

You couldn’t help but frown at the thought of having to deal with them for the rest of the day. Gojo, with his constant smug attitude, and Suguru, who was always so effortlessly calm and distant—it was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You sighed quietly, adjusting your stance as Yaga started to lay out the training session. The whole situation felt like a strange mix of excitement and dread.

"Focus," you reminded yourself silently, shaking off the nagging feeling that had settled in your chest. This wasn’t the time to get distracted by the two guys who seemed to have this unspoken rivalry going on—especially not when you were here to prove yourself.

But still, you couldn’t shake the thought of how annoying it would be to have to deal with them for the entire day. Their banter, their egos, their way of always one-upping each other—it was exhausting just thinking about it.

You glanced over at Suguru, who was already standing up and stretching, completely unaffected by the tension in the air. And then there was Gojo, who was practically bouncing in his seat, eager to get started.

You couldn't help but feel a little... out of place. It wasn’t that you couldn’t hold your own—it was just that these two were on a whole different level.

But no matter how frustrating it might be, you couldn’t let it get to you. You had your own reasons for being here, your own goals to accomplish. And you weren’t about to let anyone—or anything—distract you from that.

So, with a final deep breath, you pushed the irritation aside, steeling yourself for the challenges ahead. No distractions. No drama. Just focus on the training.

You all walked into the training ground, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. The dirt underfoot crunched as you made your way to the designated spot, where Yaga had already begun setting up the area for the session. The air was thick with tension, a mix of your nervous energy and the quiet confidence of the others.

"Alright, you all know the drill," Yaga called over his shoulder as he prepared the training dummies. "Improve your techniques. Show me what you’ve got."

With that, he turned and walked off, leaving the four of you to your own devices. You exhaled, feeling the weight of the words settle on your shoulders. This wasn’t just about showing off—it was about proving you were capable of handling whatever came your way.

But, of course, Gojo had to break the silence.

As soon as Yaga’s footsteps faded into the distance, Gojo stopped dead in his tracks, stretching his arms above his head and letting out an exaggerated yawn. "So, what now?" he asked, his tone lazy, like he had all the time in the world.

Suguru, already in his stance, didn’t even look up at him. "We train. What else?"

Gojo grinned, completely unfazed by Suguru’s indifference. "Yeah, but that’s no fun. I’m way too good at this," he said, gesturing to the empty space around them as if it were some grand stage. "I’ll just breeze through it while you two... well, you can try to keep up."

You rolled your eyes, feeling the urge to retort. "You’re insufferable," you muttered under your breath, but it didn’t seem to phase him.

Gojo smirked, clearly overhearing you. "You love it," he said, his voice dripping with that cocky charm.

Suguru sighed, his expression never changing. "If you don’t want to train, then leave. The rest of us have work to do."

Gojo didn’t respond right away. Instead, he tapped his chin as if considering Suguru’s words. "Hmm... maybe you’re right. But I’ll have to make it look like I’m working hard. Can’t let you guys get too far ahead."

He shot you a glance, the smirk never leaving his face. "You can try to catch up, too, if you want. But I’m pretty sure I’ll be the first to finish."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?"

"Confidence, sweetheart," he said, winking. "Confidence."

Suguru, clearly fed up with Gojo’s antics, took a few steps away, already beginning his training. You knew Suguru was someone who didn’t waste time with banter. If Gojo was going to mess around, Suguru would just focus on perfecting his technique, and that was exactly what you needed to do.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to begin your own training. You weren’t going to let Gojo’s smug attitude get under your skin. Not today.

The ground was hard beneath your feet, but you steadied yourself, eyes focused ahead. Focus on your technique, you reminded yourself. Don’t let anything distract you.

You threw a quick glance at Suguru, who was already in the zone, and then at Gojo, who was... still standing there, stretching.

With a sigh, you set to work, your body moving fluidly through the forms you had been practicing. But even as you trained, you could feel Gojo’s presence looming behind you, like an ever-present shadow, his smirk still lingering in your mind.

Finally, after what felt like hours of pushing yourself to your limits, the training session came to an end. Your body ached from the intensity, and your mind was buzzing with the adrenaline that still coursed through your veins. You could hear Gojo still messing around in the background, his carefree attitude a sharp contrast to the focus you’d put into your training.

Suguru, however, was already seated on the ground, wiping the sweat from his brow, his movements calm and deliberate, as always. He seemed unaffected by the grueling session, as if he had barely broken a sweat.

You took a deep breath, looking around at the others. Gojo, as expected, was still acting like the world revolved around him, stretching his limbs and grinning as if the training had been nothing more than a light warm-up.

"That was... easy," Gojo said with a smug grin, walking over to where you and Suguru were. "I’m basically untouchable, you know."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the slight irritation that bubbled up. Of course he’d say that.

Suguru just raised an eyebrow, clearly not in the mood for Gojo’s antics. "If you think that was easy, you’re not paying attention," he said, his voice flat but laced with subtle challenge.

Gojo chuckled, his gaze flicking over to Suguru. "Oh, I’m paying attention. Trust me." He gave a mock bow, his playful arrogance on full display. "But hey, if you two want to be serious about it, that’s fine. I’m still gonna beat you."

You sighed, shaking your head. This guy…

"Alright, that’s enough," Yaga’s voice suddenly cut through the banter, drawing everyone’s attention. "You all did well, but you’re still nowhere near where you need to be. You’ve got a long way to go before you’re ready for anything more than basic exercises."

You felt a mix of frustration and determination. It wasn’t like you expected praise, but hearing that you still had a long way to go made you want to push even harder.

Gojo, however, didn’t seem bothered by the critique. "Sure, Yaga, but I’ll be ready for anything. You know I’m the best."

Suguru didn’t respond to Gojo, instead getting to his feet with a fluid grace. "Let’s see if your arrogance can keep up with your abilities," he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying just enough challenge to make Gojo pause.

For a moment, it seemed like the tension between the two was about to snap, but Gojo just smirked. "We’ll see, Suguru. We’ll see."

Yaga shook his head, clearly used to their back-and-forth. "Alright, enough of that. Get back to your rooms and rest. Tomorrow’s another day of training. I expect better results next time."

As the group began to disperse, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. You were getting better, but you also knew there was so much more to learn. And with Gojo and Suguru around, it was going to be a constant challenge to stay on top of your game.

As you walked back to your dorm, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were only going to get more complicated from here on out.

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You took a deep breath, your mind still buzzing from the day’s training. Gojo’s cocky attitude and Suguru’s cool indifference were still fresh in your thoughts, but you tried to push them aside. Shoko was the one you were concerned about now—she had seemed fine yesterday, so her sudden absence today was a bit odd.

You walked down the hallway to her room, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet corridor. When you reached her door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking gently.

“Shoko? It’s me,” you called softly, hoping she was just resting and nothing more serious was wrong.

You waited for a few moments, but there was no answer. You knocked again, this time a little louder.

“Shoko?” you called, a slight edge of worry creeping into your voice.

Finally, you heard movement from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of locks clicking open. The door creaked slightly as it opened, revealing Shoko standing there in a loose, comfortable outfit. She looked a little tired, but otherwise fine, though her face seemed a little paler than usual.

“Oh, hey,” she said with a small smile, rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you knocking.”

You frowned, taking in her appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay? Yaga said you weren’t coming today, but you seemed fine yesterday.”

Shoko sighed, stepping back to let you in. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just... didn’t sleep well last night. I’ve been dealing with a headache all day. It’s nothing serious, just need some rest.”

You stepped into her room, looking around. It was fairly simple—just the essentials, with a few personal items scattered about. A couple of books, some medical supplies, and a few snacks by the bedside.

“Don’t worry about me,” Shoko said, as if reading your mind. “I’ll be good as new after a nap. I just need to recharge a little.”

You nodded, still a little unconvinced, but you didn’t want to press her too hard. “Well, if you need anything, just let me know. We’re all in this together, right?”

She smiled faintly. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

As you turned to leave, you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should say something else. But you decided against it, knowing that Shoko probably just needed some time to rest and recover.

“Get some sleep, okay? You’ll be back to normal in no time,” you said, giving her a reassuring smile before heading for the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. See you later,” Shoko called after you.

With that, you left her room, the weight of the day still pressing on you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but for now, all you could do was let her rest and focus on your own training. There was still so much ahead of you, and you weren’t about to let anything—whether it was Gojo, Suguru, or even Shoko’s illness—get in the way of your path forward.

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After leaving Shoko’s room, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling lingering in your chest. She’d seemed fine yesterday, so why was she suddenly so drained? But you knew you couldn’t dwell on it too much. She’d asked for rest, and you had to respect that.

As you walked back down the hallway, you found yourself wandering aimlessly, unsure of what to do next. The day’s training had left you exhausted, but your mind was still restless. That’s when you saw him.

Suguru was leaning against the wall near the end of the hallway, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, eyes closed as if he were lost in thought. He didn’t notice you approaching at first, and for a moment, you just watched him. There was something about the way he carried himself—calm, collected, and always in control. He was so different from Gojo’s chaotic energy, but somehow, you felt like he understood the balance between focus and relaxation better than anyone.

You hesitated for a moment before walking toward him. “Suguru,” you called softly, not wanting to startle him.

His eyes flickered open, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw you. “You’re still up?” he asked, his voice low and calm. “I thought everyone would be resting after today.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, shrugging. “Too much on my mind.”

Suguru nodded, pushing off from the wall and straightening his posture. “I know the feeling,” he said. “Training’s exhausting, but it’s the aftermath—the quiet that gets to you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The quiet?”

He glanced around, as if checking to make sure no one else was nearby. “Yeah. The silence after a tough day can make you think too much. I tend to avoid it by keeping busy.”

You chuckled lightly, feeling a sense of ease around him that you hadn’t expected. Suguru’s presence was different from Gojo’s. Where Gojo was loud and unpredictable, Suguru was a calm center, a grounding force in the chaos.

“I get that,” you said. “But it’s hard to ignore everything. Like… Gojo. He’s always so in-your-face.”

Suguru smirked, a rare flash of amusement crossing his features. “Yeah, Gojo’s got a way of making everything about him. But that’s just how he is. It’s exhausting to keep up with sometimes.”

You nodded in agreement, then let out a soft sigh. “Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here. This whole world of curses and power... It’s so much to take in.”

Suguru’s gaze softened, and he took a small step closer, his presence suddenly more reassuring. “It’s not easy,” he said quietly. “But you’re here because you’re strong. You’ve made it this far, and that means something. We all have our doubts, but it’s how we handle them that counts.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. Suguru had always been a little distant, but there was something about this moment that felt different—more personal. You could see that he understood what you were going through, even if he didn’t show it outwardly.

“Thanks,” you said softly, feeling a small weight lift off your shoulders. “I needed to hear that.”

Suguru gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Anytime,” he replied, his tone gentle but firm.

For a moment, there was silence between you two. It wasn’t uncomfortable—just peaceful, the kind of silence that felt natural rather than forced. You couldn’t help but feel a little closer to him now. There was something comforting about the way he was always there, in the background, watching, waiting—yet always offering his quiet support when you needed it most.

“So,” Suguru spoke again, breaking the silence, “what do you usually do to relax? I know we’re all training, but everyone needs a break sometimes.”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t know... I guess I usually read or just go for a walk. Something quiet.”

Suguru’s eyes glinted with interest. “I get that. Sometimes, I go to the roof just to get some space. The view is calming, and it helps me clear my head.”

You smiled. “Maybe I’ll join you sometime.”

Suguru looked at you, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

As you both stood there, talking about the little things that helped you unwind, you felt an unexpected connection forming between you and Suguru. It was subtle, but it was there—a sense of mutual understanding, of being able to share something beyond just the surface-level interactions you’d had so far. You didn’t know where this would lead, but for now, it was enough to just be in the moment, enjoying the quiet and the calm that Suguru brought with him.

The night was still young, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be.

The night stretched on, but it felt like time had slowed in Suguru’s company. The usual tension and restlessness you felt after training seemed to fade away as the two of you continued talking, exchanging thoughts and ideas. Suguru wasn’t like the others. He didn’t bombard you with energy or sarcasm, but his presence was steady and reassuring.

As the conversation meandered from casual topics to deeper ones, you found yourself opening up in ways you hadn’t expected. Suguru listened without interruption, his focus unwavering, his gaze always soft and understanding. There was something about him that made you feel safe—like you could trust him with your thoughts, your worries, and even your doubts about the future.

“I’ve been wondering,” you began, your voice quieter now, “how do you stay so calm all the time? I mean, I know you’re strong, but... there’s this peacefulness about you. It’s like you’re never really rattled by anything.”

Suguru looked at you, his eyes thoughtful, as if he were considering your question carefully. “I guess it’s a combination of things. I’ve learned to accept the chaos around me. People like Gojo—he thrives on it, but me? I find it draining. So, I try to create my own space, my own balance.”

You nodded, intrigued by his answer. “That makes sense. It’s like you’re in control of yourself, no matter what’s going on around you.”

Suguru smiled, the expression genuine and warm. “Exactly. It’s not about controlling everything—it’s about knowing how to navigate it.”

You felt a sudden sense of admiration for him. There was something about his calmness, his ability to stay grounded in such a chaotic world, that drew you in. It wasn’t just his power or his technique—it was the way he carried himself, the way he seemed to understand things on a deeper level.

“I wish I could be more like that,” you admitted, glancing down at your hands. “I get caught up in everything. The pressure, the expectations... it’s hard to find my center.”

Suguru’s expression softened, and he took a step closer to you. “You don’t have to be like anyone else. You just need to find what works for you. You’re already on the right path by being here, by doing what you do. You’ve got strength, even if you don’t always see it.”

His words hit you harder than you expected. There was a sincerity in his voice, a depth that made you believe in what he was saying. It wasn’t just empty encouragement—it felt real, like he truly believed in you.

“Thanks, Suguru,” you said quietly, looking up at him again. “I... I really appreciate it.”

Suguru gave a small nod, his smile softening. “Anytime. That’s what friends are for.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at the word “friends.” It wasn’t something you had expected to hear from him, especially after only knowing him for a short time. But somehow, in that moment, it felt right. You were starting to understand him better, and you realized that this connection between you wasn’t just about training or being at Jujutsu High—it was something more.

For the first time in a while, you felt a sense of belonging. Suguru had always been this enigmatic figure, distant and hard to read, but now, standing in front of you, he seemed... closer.

“Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime,” you suggested, breaking the momentary silence. “You know, when things aren’t so hectic. I’d like to get to know you better.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Coffee, huh? I’m not sure I’m the type to sit in a café, but... I wouldn’t mind.”

You both shared a quiet laugh, the tension of the day easing away. It felt natural, easy, like you’d been friends for much longer than just a few days.

“Alright, then,” you said, grinning. “We’ll figure it out. No rush.”

Suguru nodded, his gaze thoughtful once more. “No rush at all.”

As you stood there, talking about nothing and everything, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something special. Whether it was friendship or something more, you didn’t know yet—but for now, you were content with where things were.

The night grew later, and the sounds of the academy faded into the background. It was just you and Suguru now, two people who had somehow found a quiet space amidst the chaos of the world around them.

You stood there for a moment, the silence between you and Suguru stretching longer than you intended. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn’t shake the awkwardness that suddenly flooded in. It felt like the words had slipped out of their own accord, and now that they were out, you regretted them immediately.

"You're so much better than that Gojo... I like you—" Your voice faltered, and you realized what you had just said. You froze, eyes wide, panic rushing through you. "I mean—! I mean, as a friend!" You stammered, your face flushing bright red. You cursed yourself under your breath. Great. Smooth move, genius.

You tried to salvage the situation, but it felt like the more you spoke, the worse it got. Your hands instinctively tugged at the sleeves of your uniform, avoiding Suguru’s gaze.

But when you finally dared to look at him, you saw something that made your heart skip a beat. His face was flushed, just a little, his usual calm expression slightly softened. For a brief moment, he seemed just as caught off guard as you.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. It wasn’t mocking or teasing, but something more... understanding. He tilted his head slightly, as if weighing his words before speaking. "I see," he said softly, his voice gentle. There was no hint of discomfort or awkwardness in his tone, just a quiet acknowledgment.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed all over again, your heart racing as you waited for him to respond. The silence between you two felt heavier now, but in a strangely comforting way.

Suguru’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like everything around you faded. "You’re not so bad yourself," he said, his voice low and calm, though you could sense a trace of warmth in it. "I’m glad we’re friends."

The way he said it made you feel a little lighter, as if the weight of your slip-up wasn’t so heavy anymore. His words were kind, and despite the awkwardness, you could tell he wasn’t judging you.

Your face remained flushed, but now, it wasn’t from embarrassment—it was from something else. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way his words made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind your blunder after all. You felt a soft warmth spread through you, and for the first time that night, you relaxed.

"I guess I really did make things awkward, huh?" you said, letting out a small, nervous laugh. You felt a little lighter, despite the lingering redness in your cheeks. "Sorry about that."

Suguru chuckled softly, his eyes still on you. "It’s fine," he replied, his smile widening just slightly. "It’s just... unexpected, that’s all."

You both stood there, sharing an unspoken understanding, the air between you now comfortable again. Even if your words had come out wrong, Suguru didn’t seem bothered in the least. And somehow, that made everything feel a little easier.

"I guess I’m lucky, huh?" you said, the teasing note in your voice returning, as if to cover up the vulnerability you had just shown. "Not many people get to have a conversation like this with you."

Suguru raised an eyebrow, a playful glint flickering in his eyes. "Careful," he warned with a smirk. "You might make me think you actually like me."

You shot him a look, your heart still fluttering from the previous moment. "Oh, please," you said with a light laugh. "I already told you. Just as a friend."

Suguru chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Of course. Just as a friend."

The two of you shared a look, the kind that made the world around you feel just a little smaller, just a little more intimate. And for a brief moment, you both knew—whatever had just happened, however awkward or vulnerable it had felt, was just the beginning of something real. Something that didn’t need to be rushed or defined.

It was enough for now to just be here, together, in this quiet space.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat feeling louder than the last. You hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to Suguru until you suddenly became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from him. The space between you felt smaller, almost nonexistent, and your body reacted instinctively—your pulse quickening, your breath slightly hitching.

You tried to steady yourself, but it was hard to ignore the proximity. The air between you felt thick, charged, and for a moment, it was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you in that quiet room. You could feel the warmth of his presence beside you, like an unspoken comfort, and yet it made your thoughts scatter, as if you were losing your grasp on control.

Suguru, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm, his expression unreadable, but there was a subtle shift in the way he looked at you. His eyes were softer now, no longer just the focused intensity of a fellow sorcerer, but something else—something deeper, warmer.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze never wavered, and there was something in the way he asked, something genuine that made your heart flutter even more.

You opened your mouth to respond, but for a moment, no words came out. You felt a little dizzy, not from any physical discomfort, but from the overwhelming closeness. You could almost feel his breath, the subtle movement of his chest as he exhaled. It was as if everything else faded away, and the two of you were the only ones left in the world.

Finally, you managed a quiet response, your voice betraying the nervousness you were trying so hard to mask. "I... I think so." Your words felt thin, but you couldn’t quite gather the strength to pull yourself back. Not when everything about this moment felt so... electric.

Suguru took a small step closer, almost imperceptible, but enough to make you feel his presence even more acutely. You didn’t back away, even though you felt your face heat up again. There was something comforting about the way he didn’t push, didn’t rush you, as if he was giving you the space to breathe but also subtly inviting you to lean into this moment with him.

"You don’t have to be nervous," he said, his voice almost teasing, but there was a softness to it that made it hard to take it as anything other than reassuring. "I’m not going anywhere."

His words were simple, but they hit you in a way you didn’t expect. It wasn’t just the promise of his company—it was the way he said it, like he truly meant it. Like he wasn’t going to leave you alone in your own uncertainty. You could feel the sincerity in his voice, and for some reason, that made your heart flutter even more.

"Okay," you managed, the word coming out quieter than you intended. You didn’t even know why you were nervous anymore—maybe it was because Suguru was the kind of person who had a way of making you feel seen, in ways you weren’t used to.

Suguru's lips curled into a soft smile, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. "Good."

And just like that, the tension eased, even if you still felt the flutter in your chest. It wasn’t awkward anymore—it was just... natural. And in that moment, surrounded by nothing but the quiet hum of the night, you felt like you could stay there forever, standing next to Suguru, the space between you still close but not uncomfortable.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be.

You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, the frustration of the moment bubbling up inside you. "Why are you always so calm? It's... it's kind of annoying sometimes," you muttered, not realizing how vulnerable you sounded until the words left your lips. You tried to hide your embarrassment, but the flush on your cheeks gave you away, and you immediately wished you could take it back.

Suguru chuckled softly, his gaze softening as he looked at you. There was no teasing, no judgment in his expression—just a quiet understanding that made your heart skip.

"One has to be sane when other go crazy, you know?" he said, his voice smooth and steady, like a calming presence in the midst of your swirling thoughts. His smile was gentle, almost reassuring, as if he was saying, It’s okay. You don’t have to be perfect.

The words hit you in a way you weren’t prepared for. You blinked, suddenly aware of how much weight his simple response carried. You didn’t know whether it was his steady composure or the way he said it with such sincerity, but it made you feel like, in this chaotic world, he was someone who would always keep you grounded.

You let out a quiet breath, feeling the tension melt away just a little. "I guess I should learn from you, huh?" you said, trying to lighten the mood, but there was a softness to your voice now, a sense of vulnerability you couldn’t hide.

Suguru gave you a knowing look, that same smile still lingering on his lips. "You don’t need to be like me," he said. "Just be yourself."

It was simple, yet it meant so much more than words could convey. And in that moment, you realized—being around Suguru didn’t just make you feel calm; it made you feel seen. Not in the way Gojo did, with his teasing and antics, but in a way that felt real. Honest. It was like Suguru had this ability to pull you out of your own head, to make you feel like maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let your guard down.

You felt a quiet smile tug at the corners of your lips. "Thanks," you said, your voice softer now, more genuine.

Suguru’s smile grew a little, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that made your heart flutter. "Anytime."

You stood there for a moment, the space between you feeling lighter now, like the air had shifted. Suguru’s calm presence seemed to fill the room, and you couldn’t help but notice how easy it was to talk to him. It wasn’t like you had to put on a mask, or pretend to be someone you weren’t. With him, you felt like you could just... be. And that was rare.

After a beat of silence, Suguru glanced toward the window, his expression softening as he looked out into the distance. "It’s nice," he said, his tone casual but with an underlying sincerity. "Sometimes it’s good to just take a moment, you know? The world’s always moving so fast... but moments like this, when things slow down, they’re worth cherishing."

You followed his gaze, your mind drifting as you thought about what he said. There was something about his words that made you feel at ease, like the chaos around you wasn’t as important as the little things.

"Yeah," you murmured, "I guess I don’t always appreciate those moments. Always too caught up in everything else."

Suguru’s eyes met yours again, his gaze steady and reassuring. "It’s easy to forget," he said softly, "but sometimes, you just need to pause and take a breath."

His words were simple, yet they felt profound, like a gentle reminder that it was okay to step back and take a moment for yourself. You felt something stir inside you, a quiet warmth that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature and everything to do with the person standing in front of you.

You shifted slightly, your hands fidgeting nervously at your sides. "I guess I’m still learning how to do that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Suguru smiled again, that same calm, reassuring smile that made your heart skip. "It takes time," he said. "But I think you’re getting there."

You could feel the sincerity in his words, and for the first time in a long while, you felt like you were in the right place. Suguru’s presence was grounding, like a calm center in a world that often felt like it was spinning too fast. You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you realized then that you had started to trust him—more than you had expected.

There was something about the way he made you feel, something that made everything feel a little easier, a little more bearable.

"Thanks," you said again, the words slipping out without thinking, but this time, they felt even more genuine. "For everything."

Suguru didn’t respond right away, but you saw the way his eyes softened, the way his smile deepened just a fraction. It was like he understood, without you having to explain.

"You don’t need to thank me," he said quietly, his voice low and comforting. "It’s what friends do."

Your heart fluttered at the word—friends. You hadn’t realized until now how much you valued that simple connection, that bond between you two that felt like it had been built slowly, without either of you forcing it.

You nodded, feeling the warmth spread across your chest again. "Yeah... I guess it is."

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the quiet comfortable, the space between you not awkward, but filled with an understanding that didn’t need words. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what happened next, this bond, this connection with Suguru, was something you wanted to hold onto.

"Let’s get some rest," Suguru said finally, breaking the silence. "Tomorrow’s another day, right?"

You smiled, the tension of the past few hours fading completely. "Yeah, tomorrow."

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were ready to face whatever came next.

Suguru gave you a soft smile, his eyes warm with that same calmness that always seemed to settle you. "Good night," he replied, his voice steady and comforting.

You turned toward the door, the quiet of the night settling around you, but there was something different now. Something in the air, in the way you felt. Maybe it was the way Suguru had made everything feel so much lighter, or maybe it was the realization that, for once, you didn’t feel alone in this world full of curses and chaos.

You gave him one last glance before stepping out of the room, your heart still racing a little. "Sleep well, Suguru," you called out softly.

He didn’t say anything more, but the way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment told you everything you needed to know. The night was quiet, but for the first time, you felt like it was exactly what you needed.

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You laid back on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts racing in every direction. The images of Suguru flooded your mind—his calm presence, the way he smiled at you, the warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. You felt your face flush, and you quickly shook your head as if trying to shake off the thoughts.

"No," you whispered to yourself, rolling over to face the wall. "This isn’t happening. You’re just... you’re just getting close to him as a friend, right?"

But deep down, you couldn’t deny the tug in your chest, the way your thoughts always seemed to wander back to him. You groaned, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block it all out.

"Why is this so confusing?" you muttered, wishing you could just fall asleep and forget about everything for a while.

But as the night wore on, sleep didn’t come easily. The image of Suguru lingered in your mind, and you couldn’t help but wonder if, just maybe, this connection between you two was something more than just friendship.

The hours seemed to stretch on, each tick of the clock feeling louder in the silence of your room. You tossed and turned, your thoughts tangled in the web of confusion that Suguru had woven into your mind. You tried to push it away, tried to force your mind to focus on something else, but it was impossible.

His soft smile. His calm, steady voice. The way he had looked at you, as if nothing else in the world mattered except the moment you were sharing.

"Why am I thinking about this so much?" you muttered, clutching your pillow tighter as if that would somehow keep the thoughts at bay. But the more you tried to suppress them, the more they grew, swirling around you like a storm you couldn’t control.

You had never felt this way before—not about anyone. And it terrified you. You had always been so careful, so focused on your goal of becoming a strong sorcerer, of protecting people. But now, with Suguru, it was different. It felt like something was shifting inside you, something that wasn’t easy to ignore.

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing.

Did he feel the same way?

You thought about his words, his actions—how calm and steady he always seemed, even in the face of chaos. He had been there for you when you needed someone to talk to, someone to lean on. But was it more than that? Or were you just overthinking things?

Your heart fluttered again, and you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

"This is ridiculous," you whispered to yourself. "I barely even know him, and now I’m already..."

But before you could finish the thought, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You grabbed it quickly, relieved for the distraction, hoping it was something to take your mind off of everything.

It was a message from Suguru.

"Good night. I hope you get some rest. Don’t stay up too late thinking, alright?"

You stared at the message for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. His words were so... Suguru. Calm. Thoughtful. Caring.

Is he really thinking about me?

You shook your head, trying to focus, but it was hard when your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.

You typed a quick reply, your fingers hesitant as you tried to keep your emotions in check.

"Thanks. I’ll try to sleep."

You hit send, then placed the phone back on the nightstand, lying down again. But this time, it wasn’t as easy to quiet your thoughts. Suguru’s message lingered in your mind, and you realized something.

Maybe it wasn’t just a friendship. Maybe... it was something more.

The thought made your heart race again, but this time, you didn’t try to push it away. Instead, you let it settle, feeling the warmth spread through you as you drifted into a restless sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring more uncertainty, more moments with Suguru that would only make it harder to ignore what was slowly growing between you two.

Previous chapter!

A/n- I hope you like this chapter, I tried to make this long, and yess two chapters in a day😭 I'm going on study hiatus that's why, anyways, feel free to drop your thoughts!♡

[marc--chilton]

still losing my mind at the way houses relationship with john would have fucked up the way he sees being an omega. just,,, teen house, young and confused, experiencing these absoloutely brutal heats. not understanding why they are so bad and hard when theyre supposed to be a time where an omega feels good. already feeling broken and wrong, and then having to face john's anger and disappointment over him being an omega

like i can only imagine how it would affect him in heat, a time where he would be less able to think coherently. and constantly remembering how traumatic and horrible his heats as a teen were, the memory making him feel bad and in turn making him feel physically worse. just like,,, a constant feedback loop of remembering and feeling bad -> feeling physically worse in turn -> reminding himself even more of his childhood and feeling worse

i feel like after having to deal with his first few heats without a strong family net to acclimate to the changes, once house is outta there and doing his own thing he tries to never deal with his heats alone. he marks his cycle religiously, makes deals with alphas in med school to help him through them, or even finds street suppressants if he's especially desperate.

man. you just know john has put him outside for some of his heats, too. nothing to nest with, no scent blocking patches, just left him in the yard like a sacrificial lamb. it goes without saying how dangerous that is.

hell, once he's employed i wouldn't be surprised if he stole something from the hospital to bring home in case a heat comes up that he can't deal with, something that'll knock him out for the worst of it.

[nanaslutt]

Can we get a part 2 of when reader asks satoru and suguru if they fucked before

of course ml!! tysm for asking <3

part 1 here~

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, choking, hair pulling, anal sex (gojo gets fucked) spanking (geto spanks gojo once), dirty talk, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, dare i say sub satoru, sub/dom dynamics if you squint, suguru and reader are competitive, u tag team gojo together

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“so, when we’re you guys gonna tell me you’ve fucked before?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

gojo froze in place, pausing his efforts to get a towel to clean you up, he slowly turns to you, faux innocence on his stupidly pretty face, a big hand coming to rub the back of his neck

both you and geto stare at him, a smirk plastered on sugurus handsome features, heavy hand holding up his head, awaiting his response,

“now what on earth put that idea in your pretty little head?” he questions, hand falling on his hip sassily as he does an absolutely awful job lying

“oh i don’t knoww,” you drawl, pretending to think, “maybe geto telling you he was going to fuck you like it was the most normal thing in the world,” you scrunched your nose, shrugging

“but what do i know!” your eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile,

“nothing, you know nothing,” he replied, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of him like a child

“don’t tell me you forgot satoru, you might hurt my feelings.” geto teased, from his place between your calves, tilting his head to the side, “i know we were a little tipsy, but you told me i was an unforgettable fuck.” he pouted, faking offense, “you weren’t lying to me were you?”

satoru’s hand still on his hip like the sassy man he was, his mouth just flopping open and closing like a fish out of water, trying to think of a quick retort but failing to come up with anything, because the raven haired man was right

he was a truly unforgettable fuck

“now my feelings are hurt, he didn’t say I was an unforgettable fuck..” you pouted, crossing your arms over your bare chest,

“your mouth almost sucked the soul out of me,” he echoed from the hall

he had taken the opportunity of getos attention on you while he was ‘consoling’ you to slip out of the room, walking back in with a few damp towels, “course you’re an unforgettable fuck, way more than that monkey brained freak,” he hisses at geto, sitting next to you on the bed, using the warm towel to wipe his cum from your cheeks,

“oh? really?” geto let his head fall from his hand, landing against your knee, squinting his eyes at satoru while the blonde continued cleaning down your body, wiping up any fluids the two men had left

“think i remember making you cum..how many times was it again? 4? you were shooting blanks before i was even done with you” he smiles, rubbing your knee fondly with his strong hand while staring at gojo challengingly,

gojo looks away from your breasts, staring back into geto’s deep brown eyes,

“n they only made you cum once..” suguru mumbles into your knee,

“woah! woah, okay, I didn’t know i was competing with you in the first place!” you defend yourself, front half of your body shooting up, making gojo sigh as you accidentally knocked his hand back, “‘s not about quantity anyways, it’s about quality” you said smugly,

“n toru here, said I almost made him die so id say my quality is michelin star,” you proclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him before gojo pushed ur torso back down,

“i’m surrounded by a buncha babies jesus christ,” gojo shakes his head, pulling your leg out of sugurus grasp to access your leaking cunt better, pressing the harsh cloth against you and wiping you as gently as he could,

“sorry,” he winced for you in sympathy when you groaned out a protest, trying to close your legs on his hand at how painfully sensitive the rough towel made you feel, “anyways, you’re both good in bed, kay?” he continues,

“when suguru fucks me, it feels like my fucking guts are getting all messed up to make room for his stupidly big cock,” looking up through his lashes at sugurus smug expression, then back down to focus on what he was doing before making eye contact with you,

your arms still crossed over your chest, “n your throat squeezes me so fucking good i thought i was seein the pearly gates,” hand coming up to pinch your cheek, discarding the towel somewhere on the floor, standing once more to look for someone’s shirt on the floor he can put on,

“ ‘fucks’ as in you’ve had sex multiple times?” you stared in disbelief between the two of the large men, before settling your eyes on suguru

continuing your teasing you spoke up again, “and my compliment still sounded better,” you challenged him, a smug looks gracing your features

“you think so?” the raven haired man scrunched his eyebrows together, before turning his head to look straight at gojo’s supple bent over ass as he picked up a shirt and started to pull it over his head, “well, only one way to be sure which of us is really better.” he says to you quietly before standing

coming up behind gojo and grabbing his raised arms, preventing him from putting on his shirt, “hold that thought satoru, we’re in the middle of a little debate right now” yanking the shirt from satoru’s hands and throwing it back to its prior home on the floor,

“think you can help us? hmm?” he whispers, right into the shell of his best friends ear, sending goosebumps down his neck, “we’ll make it worth your while.”

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almost two hours later and the three of you were still in the same room, on the same bed,

gojo on his back, suguru fucking his cock right into his prostate as you face gojo, bouncing on his overstimulated dick, a thick ring of yours and his combined cum on the base of his overstimulated cock,

“c-cant cum anymore p-please- haaah- fuck please!” gojo whimpers out, thrashing his head back and forth on the sheets as fat tears drip down his face, making his cheeks shine under the light, “‘s too much ‘m too sensitive, ohmygodd” he drags, curses spilling from his lips one after another, his hold on your grip sure to leave nasty bruises as his hips fuck into your warm cunt without his brains permission,

“not till you tell us who’s better,” geto emphasizes with a heavy thrust, hand coming up to choke you out while he gives gojos poor hole the meanest treatment,

“‘s me right? ‘ve made you cum inside me so many times.” you slur, voice strained from getos rough grip on your throat

“bold of you to think that was your doing,” geto scoffs at you, “cmere,” he pulls your head back to press your lips together, other hand interlacing with gojos on your hip

satoru whines underneath the two of you, watching you makeout and feeling your cunt pulse around him because of suguru’s expert tongue work in your mouth had him spiraling

your hands coming up to grab geto’s wrist while he hums into the kiss, biting your lip between his teeth and pulling on it, letting it go before he chases after it and connects your lips once more

“‘m gunna cum again- please fuck- nggghhh i c-cant cum again,” gojo whines, squeezing getos hand and your hip for support as he’s falling into yet another orgasm and fast,

suguru pulls away from the kiss, releasing his grip on your neck as he pushes your lower back down twords gojos chest, “yes you can,” he growls

the raven haired man grabs your hair by the roots and pushes your face into satorus, “help him through it baby,” not needing to be told twice, you grab gojos cheeks with both your hands and slot your lips against his,

“mmmmph- mmm- can-t- p-please i-“ his protests being cut off by your lips, not letting him catch a breath

“got you, cmon” you comfort him in between your assault on his lips, geto reaching between his bestfriend and your body, finding your neglected clit, and rubbing sloppy circles on it, helping you get closer to your own high

“right there with you,” geto grits his teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and tip his head back, so he can watch the show unfolding in front of him,

“gonna fill up this tight ass while you cum inside them, okay? and you’re gonna take everything we give you, right?” geto’s hips losing their rhythm, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm

gojo just whimpers into your mouth, hes trying to speak, he really is, but it’s all too much, he’s completely fucked out

“need to hear you say it satoru,” he emphasizes with a mean thrust, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight hole,

getos hand rubbing sloppily on your clit almost becomes too much, “yes! yesyes please ohmygod- gonna take it- shit-“ gojo’s whiney voice gets out just before he feels your cunt start to squeeze him,

“toru! fuuuuck me!” you whine, the blondes hips mindlessly fucking up into you helping you ride out your high as he cums so fucking hard, bordering on painful as spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you once more,

and he’s gasping, barely coherent broken moans of both of your names on satoru’s tongue

geto not far behind you as he stills, balls deep inside gojos ass, the last push he needed seeing the two of you cum all over each other,

“yesssss fuuuuck” he clenches his teeth together hard, toothy grin emerging on his face, finally letting his head fall back, eyes following suit, rolling to the back of his head, “take it f-fucking t-take it.” fucking each rope of his cum deep into gojo’s ass

all three of you bask in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms, core clenching and unclenching around gojo’s length as you finally come down, picking your head up from gojos neck and smiling at his current state,

he was sniffling and gasping, red faced, tears decorating his lashes, making them look like glitter, he appeared more fucked out than ever

geto behind him slowly pulls out his softening cock, and gojo lets out a long groan of overstimulation when he does so, digging his fingers into the fat of your sides and wincing, “fuck, please don’t move yet, might pass out if you do” he says to you, his poor dick crying for relief, still snug inside your pussy, twitching every so often against your walls

you giggle, peppering kisses all over his face, he lets his eyes shut, finally relaxing a little as he relishes in the feeling of your soft lips on his skin,

suguru coming around to sit by his head

when you stop your assult of kisses on his porcelain face geto grabs gojos cheek furthest away from him and makes him turn his head into his thick thigh, “so,” geto starts, rubbing his thumb on gojos cheek, “who was better?” he asks, cocky smile finding home once more on his face

gojos eyes shoot open, looking at him slightly panicked, squeezing your upper thighs for support before he speaks, looking back between the two of you,

“i….im afraid if i don’t answer we will never leave this room.” he gulps

geto confirms his fears, tilting his head to the side, face sporting the fakest smile of comfort gojo has ever seen, “you would be absolutely right.”

[miange1]

THANOS

male reader, thanos being pushy, bathroom sex, i'm a heavy believer thanos loves rough sex, aphrodisiacs, reader pretends he feels nothing for thanos, reader is a Korean speaker yet race is not mentioned, italics means switching to english, homesickness, anal fingering, being forced to stay quiet, thanos has a big dick and you cant prove me wrong, im 100% sure he's experienced in every kind of sex possible, brian moser typa freak, reader isn't a virgin he just hasn't had say gex

"Ah! You're alive!" He smiled, coming to hug you tight in his arms. He took small note of how you looked at him, how happy he was even after many people had died, there was no reason to be happy.

Yet to him, there was. He was seeing you, and he was head over heels just for you. He would pull multiple things just to make sure you wouldn't be hurt in the slightest, whether it meant keeping you close to him, or having others die just to keep you by his side.

Scoffing, you shoved yourself off of him and squinted your eyes towards him. "Don't touch me. You're weird." His voice turned whiney as he did the exact opposite, throwing his body into your shoulders and hanging off of you. "Come on, this ain't primary school is it? I don't have any cooties." He shook you slightly noticing that you laughed, he swore he heard it but you shook your head and frowned— claiming you did nothing of that sort.

"He has no interest in you." Nam-gyu came up behind him, patting his arm. Thanos shook his head, "No, he does. He just doesn't know it yet." Nam-gyu gave him a weird look, looking back over at you and watching as your expression changed when you went to your own group of choice. "See that? He didn't smile at you." Thanos planted his palm on the brunettes face, ignoring him and shoving him off.

"Oh— dude!"

"Shut up." Thanos kept his eyes on you, but his words directed towards his friend. "I can tell when someone is playing hard to get, it's easy." Nam-gyu shrugged, "I can't tell."

"Well of course you can't." Nam-gyu made a noise of offense. What was that supposed to mean?

Night fell, and everyone just wanted to sleep. Needed a break, especially you. It was pathetic to you, your stomach hurt and you felt like crying every single second. You missed your mom, and you just wanted to go home. You wanted to eat at the dinner table with her again, you wanted to mess around again, and feel happy. But now you were here just because you thought this was a quick way to get money.

"Fucking scam.." you muttered, getting from your mattress to head off to the bathroom. It was quiet, the floors squeaky underneath the unbranded shoes you wore on your feet. This whole situation was unsettling.

You took a moment, splashing a bit of water on your face to clear your head.

Multiple thoughts that ran through your head had been interrupted by the door opening. "I'll be out in a minute.." thinking it was a guard, you wiped your face and got ready to leave.

"Leave? I just got here."

Oh, thanos could just hear your eyes roll before he even saw you. "Why the long face, hm?" His purple hair blurred passed you as he leaned on the sink, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him. When you didn't pull away, he already knew he had you.

"It's none of your business." He looked up a bit, shrugging. "Good point. But I don't like that answer." God he was annoying.

A harsh breath pushed from your nostrils, taking a moment to think about what to say. You thought, and you thought, but then you thought too hard and your lip started to quiver slightly. Eyes getting watery, trying to get something out but it was silent and Thanos didn't expect this from you.

He himself stuttered a bit before he took into action, feeling your hand pull away slightly he tightened his grip and pulled you closer. The usual smug look was much more caring and considerate truly wanting to hear you out. "I'm sorry I just.." more broken sobs came out.

"I'm sick..sick, of this. I want to go home, Thanos I want to go home." From a few inches away, to hugging yourself into his chest he allowed himself to have his arms around you.

A slight smile tugged at the edge of his lips, it's not that he was going to fake comfort you because he really did feel sorry. It's just that this was his chance.

He stopped hugging you for a moment, opening his necklace, taking out an orange pill and offering it to you. "It's something that will make you feel better." He mumbled a small, "I promise." After seeing your suspicious face.

You grabbed it, observing it a bit. "Thanos. Is this a sex drug?" He eyes averted a bit, lips going into a thin line. Your face had pure disbelief, but you popped it anyways. Before he could even smile, your lips connected with his and you backed him into the stall of the pink doors.

The two of you were already hard, grinding on each other and practically swapping spit. His hands were kept on your hips, making sure you stuck to him like glue and didn't part from him.

"Oh fuck.." your voice, God he loved your voice and he needed to hear more of it. His lips came to your neck, open mouthed and sloppy and making sure marks were left for others to see that he finally had you.

Your fingers went to his hair, gripping them due to the pleasure he was bringing you. Damn he was good even if he was just dry humping you and sucking your neck. It made you think how many times he must have had sex before this as well, making you feel just a bit jealous.

You gripped tighter, pulling his head back so he could look you in your eyes. You shivered a bit feeling saliva drip down to your collar bone. Gross. "Fuck anyone after this, and I'll kill you myself." He giggled like an idiot, nodding his head. "Yes sir."

His tongue came to suck on his own fingers for a bit, while his other hand worked on pushing your pants and boxers down. "This gonna feel weird, just give it a minute." His joking tone dropped, giving you a bit of a feeling in your dick. He sounded like he wasn't high 24/7 though the two of you were high off of an aphrodisiac. It was just attractive.

His fingers prodded for a moment, before pushing in and you had instantly yelped. He pushed your head into his shoulder, shushing you. "It isn't that I care." He spoke softly into your ear, "But it would bother you if someone heard, hm?" His painted fingers moved inside of you, thrusting in and out and he knew exactly what he was doing and it had you crumbling right then and there, you were sure he was holding half your body weight up.

"Thanos, Thanos, fuck.." He himself had groaned, his own eyes rolling back hearing you moan out just for him. His fingers pulled out, making sure you kept still. "Don't move too much." Your eyebrow cocked a bit, what did he mean? He took out his own, tip red and sensitive as he messaged it up and down just a bit.

But you, your eyes were wide with surprise and almost regret. "No." He looked back up at you, "No?" But he needed a yes.. "No. No way is that gonna fit." Oh, that was it. He almost thought you were gonna leave him like this. "Oh, but please." He put your chin up, kissing at your neck again to keep you distracted.

"It's only gonna sting a little..tiny.." He pushed inside, too eager to wait it out and go inch by inch. You winced, hitting his shoulder as even more tears pricked at your eyes yet they were tears of pleasure.

"Shush, hey hey, stop moving." You whined and complained. What did he mean stop moving? This fucking hurt! But he only had so much time to prep you up.

"Slow, go slow—" "I am going slow." The feeling of his girth stretching you open was pain you never felt before, yet it felt so good at the same time. Groans turned into moans and whimpers, your harsh grip turning into soft squeezes on his clothes from each thrust he was giving you.

"Shit..so tight.." As much as he had wanted you to moan loud for him, you were getting a bit too loud yet you couldn't help it. He kept you preoccupied by kissing you, muffling your noises down just a little bit.

He was so damn close, could feel your pre on open skin and could feel himself pulsing inside of you, he was so close—

"Player 230, and 231."

[aajjks]

Just like Candy (m)

synopsis. in which your best friend satoru is determined to prove you wrong by making you cum on his tongue until there’s nothing left.

pairing: gojo x reader

rating: 18+ MDNI. and remember consent is so important.

warnings: 18+ THÈMÈS, èxplïcït p-ssy eàtïng, bèst frïènd göjö, örál sèx (fèm rècïevïng), fïngerïng, hè ïs á mènácè, lôwkèy yándèrè göjö, pösèssïvènèss, lïckïng, sückïng, bïtïng ànd övèrstïmülátïön.

“So you’re saying that I dont look like I’d be good at eating pussy?”

“Yeah.”

So nonchalant. You’re so nonchalant about this- Satoru is so offended right now, so dumbfounded. How can you say something so stupid! So false. Are you trying to hurt his ego? He’s literally notorious for making girls see stars with his tongue, he’s the best at pussy eating. Gojo can’t help but scoff at you as you sit on his bedrooms couch.

“Wow… yn I can’t believe this AT ALL.” His blue eyes are wide, his mouth agape.

“What’s so offensive about it huh? I mean I just think you’re bad at it. You don’t even look like you’d enjoy it.” You shrug, and Satoru gasps.

“I LOVE PUSSY.”

“Ugh whatever let’s drop it already.” You lean back on the couch, browsing through your phone.

“NO.” He argues back, shaking his head, Satoru gets closer to you, he doesn’t understand why you’re messing with him like this.

You’ve been best friends for two years and you always tease him like this, he does it too but he’s just really bad at taking jokes. But you can’t stop either you love messing with him. And he kinda likes it.

He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you mess with him, even though he gets a little annoyed like right now.

You just exactly know what button of his to push. And you have pushed enough of his buttons today.

And now it’s about time he proves you�� his best friend, the one he secretly has been liking for the longest time— wrong.

“Oh yn you asked for this.” He bites his lower lip before he falls to his knees, right infront of you. You put your phone down.. seeing your best friend on his knees.

“It’s okay you don’t have to beg for forgiveness haha.” You tease him but when you see a smirk on his face, you’re confused.

What is going on in that brain of Gojo’s?

“What?!”

Gojo’s biceps flex as he groans. “I’m going to prove you fucking wrong.”

Before you can really process- Satoru speaks again, he licks his lips, “I’ll eat you out- please allow me.” He looks directly into your eyes. “Come on.” He asks, waiting for your Yes.

“W-What..?” You question, you’re so confused, what’s gotten into him. You were only joking but- “fine… fine..” you ponder for a moment before replying.

Gojo grins like a cat, it’s so wide, his pearly whites almost blinding.

“Good girl- are you ready to be proven wrong?”

You don’t choose to reply but you spread your legs.

Satorus mouth goes dry as you take off your shorts and now he can see your panties, his mouth agape, his pupils dilated.

“Let’s see what the fuss is about, shall we?” You say, in a quote tone before Gojo grabs the hem of your panties and pulls them down.

You watch him, your heart hammering.

And he feels himself harden.

You’re gorgeous. You’re actually indescribable, he has no idea what to say or think because his mind has officially gone blank.

“W-Wow.” He says before burying his face in your pussy, his face directly into it, and he takes a long sniff before grunting against it.

“Mhmm fuck- you’re gonna be the death of me.” And then you feel the first lick, you shudder at the sensation, a small gasp leaves your mouth.

He licks it again, giving it a few kitten licks before he starts to gently suck on the clit. His hands grab the best of your thighs and you let out a soft noise.

And that’s when he starts to pick up his pace, he’s so experienced, but right now he feels so nervous, he’s going to make you cum on his tongue.

Gojo’s tongue flicks out to lick your cunt before he feels you getting wet and he dives his tongue deep in, he digs his nails into your skin as he begins to eat you out.

“Nghh a-ah…” you moan and it drives him completely over the edge and he aggressively moves his tongue into your heat.

His face tilts and you hear his occasional grunts and moans- your legs begin to shake as his pace gets rough and aggressive, he tries to bury his face deeper between your legs.

Gojo tightens his grip on your legs, “ngh mhmm.” He moans against your pussy as he eats you out like a starved man, his tongue skilled yet sloppy as he moves it.

Your walls clench against his tongue and it’s a delicious treat for him.

“hmph- jus’ like candy…” he shamelessly lets out a guttural moan against your wet pussy. His hot breath only stimulates you more.

But as you feel like you’re going to cum, he detaches his mouth from your needy heat- you whine as gojo smirks, his lips all glossy and drool on the corners of his mouth.

Before you can protest he pushes his large fingers into your pussy, you dry out in pleasure as he moves them, his movements smooth, “ooh look at you- a fuckin mess.” He taunts.

He can feel your taste in his tongue.

You taste like candy, it’s so sweet and so addictive, you would think that he’s over exaggerating but it’s true.

You taste like candy.

Your moans are like music as you arch your back at the fast movements of his fingers.

But as soon your walls clench tighter, he pulls his fingers out before licking them lewdly.

“Wanna cum? Admit it then. Admit that I’m the best at eating your pussy.”

You can’t comprehend because you can’t think- you can’t really see. “Nghh yes please I need your mouth please.”

Gojo coos, “oh I know sweet girl.” You’ve finally admitted it.

And so, he buries his face deep inside your cunt once more, moaning against it like a beast in heat.

“Mhmm yeah- nghh mhmp-~ cum f’me darling- cum all over my tongue.”

[lightseoul]

cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining (if you squint), a lot of cussing (typical of bkg), reader has an ex-boyfriend, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, some violence (nothing major)

words. 3.3k (this kind of got away from me)

masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

You don’t know how you got here, really.

Actually, you do. And you’re slowly regretting every decision that has led you to this moment by the minute.

But alas—here you are, watching Bakugou (or rather, his expensive ass sports car) pull over in front of your apartment.

And you’re about to say screw it and go back inside and just text him you don’t feel too well as if you weren’t just at the front door a second ago when your boss finally steps out of the driver’s seat.

Now you’ve seen Bakugou dressed up on numerous occasions. Never as his date or companion—hell, no—but you’ve witnessed him dressed up to the 9’s enough to reach the point of not getting affected at the sight of him in a suit and his hair pushed back.

But you can’t help the sudden tightness in your throat when you do see him.

He walks up to the porch and stops a few feet away from you and almost immediately, he gives you a once-over. Despite yourself, you look down at your heeled feet, suddenly feeling overly self-conscious. Or maybe it’s also to stop yourself from staring at him because damn.

And you hate yourself for it.

It’s his voice, though, that pulls you out of your hazy stupor. “Are you hopping in are we just gonna stand here all night?”

You internally roll your eyes as you follow him to his car, feet already starting to hurt even though you literally just put the heels on a few minutes ago. You’re about to open the door to the backseat when Bakugou stops you with one hand and opens the door to the passenger side with the other.

You look up at him in question, although you quickly look away, unable to keep eye contact any longer, and shuffle in. “You really don’t have to do—that—” he shuts the door, “okay.”

He rounds the hood of his car and settles on his seat soon after. As he brings the engine to life and tinkers with the Bluetooth, you take the opportunity to take in the interior of his car. Needless to say, it is immaculate—this being the first time you’ve ever been here as you’ve always declined any offer from him to drive you home.

Why is that?

You’d chalk it up to feeling uncomfortable about your boss giving you a lift, especially as the HR head, but deep inside you know it’s more because being in a small space with him (alone, especially) makes you just a tad bit crazy.

Just a bit.

Since when has this been a thing?

Shrugging off the rather unsettling thought, you intentionally bring your mind to other things, like how nice the car smells—or how your hair and makeup ended up exceeding your expectations. You’re in the middle of appreciating how smooth Bakugou’s driving is when it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Hold up—” you turn to him in horror, “you’re not seeing anyone, are you?”

At that, Bakugou’s face contorts in what you think is offense before it morphs into a snark expression, like he’s about to retort with a playful quip but decides against it last minute.

“No.”

Before you can stop yourself, you slump against your seat, relieved. You can’t believe you forgot to ask about this crucial piece of information prior to agreeing to this ruse.

A foreign kind of curiosity—the type that you haven’t felt in a while—suddenly takes seed and blooms in you, particularly about Bakugou and his romantic life. But you quickly tamp it down before you blurt out a wildly inappropriate personal question to your boss.

The second Bakugou puts the car in park, you hurriedly climb out of the passenger seat, not minding how ungraceful you look, desperate to get out of the small bubble you’ve found yourself sharing with your boss for the last hour.

Quickly scanning your surroundings, you find that there aren’t many people in the parking lot—perhaps it’s because of the fact that you’re cutting it close, which was totally not a conscious decision so that you’d spend the least amount of time at the wedding as possible—but as you two walk in silence towards the venue entrance, you start noticing it.

You feel people holding their gazes directed towards the both of you a little longer than normal. You try to shrug it off, but even as you state your name to the kind-looking lady who you believe is assigned to usher guests to their seats, you’re acutely aware that a silence has befallen upon the room and it’s your arrival that has caused it.

And you’d bet good money you saw in your peripheral vision a few do a double-take upon seeing you.

The lady doesn’t even try to hide her shock upon seeing the number two pro-hero. Eyes wide as saucers, she barely stammers out his pro-hero name in what you believe is a…question?

Bakugou, the ever-skilled PR prince that he is, merely gives her a curt and somehow pained nod, as if this exchange is yards beneath him. “That’s me. My name’s probably not on the list, though,” he gestures to you, “I’m just her plus one.”

With that, it’s as if the lady just got reminded that you were standing just right beside him and that you existed.

“Oh, of course!” Her eyes dart toward you and then back at him and suddenly her eyeballs are akin to that of the toy in a pinball machine—darting between the two of you in record speed, the gears in her head turning as if processing what the fuck this lowly guest is doing, showing up with the Dynamight to a wedding.

“Sorry,” she chuckles, probably feeling self-conscious in front of the man, “what was your name again?”

You repeat yourself with the most gracious smile you can muster. You can’t blame the woman for slightly losing her cool in front of the boss. The only reason you’re not stumbling and embarrassing yourself in front of him is because you’ve had practice.

In fact, three years and eight months worth of it.

But that practice practically flies out the window when you feel something brush against your right hand before encasing it entirely.

You look down at the point of sensation and it takes everything in you not to gawk at the sight of Bakugou’s big, firm hand wrapped around yours. You immediately whip your head to look up at him, but the guy isn’t even looking at you. Instead, he seems to be listening intently to what the lady is saying that’s a hundred percent going in one of your ears and out the other.

“…f-follow me—right this way, p-please!”

You stumble behind him as he leads you to where the lady is directing the both of you, hands still interlocked.

“What are you doing?” you hiss-whisper, keeping your voice low enough to make sure she doesn’t hear you panic.

“I’m saving your life, dumbass,” he hisses back.

Saving your life? The man is giving you a damn heart attack. And making you the target of the thousands of news outlets known to man.

“Oh, do tell me how that’s so?”

Although you can’t see his face as he’s practically dragging you forward by your now clammy appendage, you’re 99% sure he’s rolling his eyes. “It’s ‘cause people are fucking staring.”

“So naturally you have to hold my hand?”

He halts to an immediate stop and you almost collide with his backside if not for your marginally quick enough reflexes. He scowls at you over his shoulder and it shocks you to see how red he’s gotten over a reasonable question from your end.

It’s not like you just asked him why he’s number two or something.

“Yes, I do, if we want a shot at making this the slightest bit believable.”

Before you even get the chance to respond (that is, grumble at him like a petulant child because the motherfucker is making sense—like he always is), you get interrupted.

“Is everything alright?”

Both of you quickly face the lady who you find is trying not to let the concern get to her already wobbly smile.

She’s failing.

“Yeah!”

“Yup.”

At that, she nods, although she seems to be suspicious—hesitant, at best. “Well, then—these are your seats. Enjoy the wedding!”

The ceremony couldn’t have been more dragged out if they tried. They probably had a dozen technical difficulties. The flower girls who were literal toddlers refused to walk down the aisle and had to be hauled by their parents to get it done and over with. The officiator was so irritatingly loud that he didn’t even need a microphone from the sheer volume of his booming voice. And you could tell he was going over the time limit because the wedding coordinators at the perimeters of the venue were getting more and more antsy by the minute.

Bakugou, who was seated on your right, was not fairing any better. You lost count of the times his head bobbed toward you as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He’s been sleep-deprived the entire week—you knew that. A notorious villain has recently resurfaced and he and Kirishima were the police’s primary contacts for this case. Suddenly feeling guilty for having inadvertently dragged him to this snoozefest with you, you debated whether or not to tell him he can rest on your shoulder so he can get some rest but immediately decided against it because what the fuck.

Eventually, and miraculously, you get past the ceremony relatively unscathed. Well, as far as unscathed in this situation can get.

You managed to avoid your ex’s sights the entire time. Luckily, you and Bakugou were assigned at a far-away table alongside distant friends and relatives—courtesy of the bride, probably, and really, you couldn’t be more thankful. By the time picture-taking per table rolled around, you conveniently excused yourself to the bathroom and waited it out until you were sure your group’s time was up. When you sheepishly walked back to your table, Bakugou didn’t seem to be too comfortable, probably from having been left alone, but from the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew what you were doing and why you did it. Despite his appearances, he’s perceptive like that.

With only a few, necessary words exchanged between the two of you, and the occasional smiles and affectionate behavior whenever either of you felt prying eyes, you eventually find yourself finally loosening up and relaxing.

In contrast to the past few hours in which you were evidently tense and barely managed to join in on small talk around you, you’re now actually conversing with your table-mates who, thankfully, haven’t asked you how you were related to the bride and groom.

Bakugou probably notices this change in demeanor because you spot him eyeing you with a serious look on his face before cooly looking away as if you didn’t just catch him studying you.

Before you can think much of the expression on his face, the young woman seated across from you who you’ve gotten to know as Kairi says your name, effectively snapping you out of thought.

Right before dousing you with ice water with a supposedly innocent question.

“Sorry—what?”

She chuckles harmlessly, paying no mind to your reaction. “I said, how do you know the bride and the groom?”

Shit.

“I—uh,” against your will, you chance a look at Bakugou who’s already looking at you with a seemingly neutral expression, although you’ve been around him long enough to see the traces of panic adorning his features.

A few more seconds pass by in silence before you decide to just tell the truth.

You laugh, although it comes out a bit stilted. “I’m actually an ex-girlfriend…”

Unsurprisingly, everyone at the table goes quiet at your admission, before they seemingly remember to put up appearances by laughing good-naturedly with you.

“Well, good on you for showing up!” Kairi says, giving you a thumbs up. The rest of the group pack on their agreement and support. She eyes Bakugou with a mischievous grin, “And with precious cargo, too.”

Her friends elbow her in chastisement, and you can’t help the flush that takes over your face at her unabashed flirting. You chance a glance at the man in question, only to find him acting like he couldn’t give a single fuck.

You’re about to pipe up with a genuine compliment in Bakugou’s way, lest they end up thinking you don’t agree that “your man” is fine as fuck (and isn’t this the part where a person is supposed to brag about their partner?) when a silence befalls upon your table again.

Only this time is more awkward than the last.

“What..?”

You follow Kairi’s line of vision and turn to look at the thing behind you that’s caught their attention only to find yourself face-to-face with him.

He exclaims your name—like he’s delighted to see you—before scooping you up and bringing you into his arms.

You collide with his chest with an unceremonious ‘oof’ and despite yourself, you toss Bakugou a look (cry) for help over the guy’s shoulder.

And like the hero that he is, Bakugou stands up smoothly, buttoning his suit all the while.

Clearing his throat, he shoots your ex a stony glare while offering a hand to shake. “Good to meet ‘ya. I’m Bakugou, her boyfriend.”

A whirlwind of emotions dances across the guy’s face before they finally settle into one that causes scalding shame to stir within your gut: utter disbelief.

“My bunny got herself a boyfriend?” You cringe at the sound of your old pet name, and Bakugou’s glare turns even colder at the mention of it. You try to ignore the hurt that’s springing in your chest at your ex’s incredulous tone.

The guy’s eyes dart between the two of you before they finally settle on your boss. “And that person is you?”

As if he couldn’t get higher on the asshole meter, your ex drops his head back as he howls in laughter, as if he just heard the funniest joke ever. You feel your face flame in humiliation, and it’s as if you get possessed for the next few seconds.

Because in the blink of an eye, you find yourself clenching your fist so hard and bringing it up to the asshole’s face, where it collides with his jaw with a loud crack.

Almost instantaneously, you recoil and bring your hand back to yourself because that shit hurt, and fuck, you just punched a guy.

At his wedding.

You don’t know what comes over you because the first thing you do is not apologize to the guy who’s writhing in pain on the floor or look at the people who are most probably already watching the scene. No, the first thing you do is whip to look at Bakugou, who’s now grinning at you.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab your purse with one hand, Bakugou’s hand with the other, and toss your dickhead of an ex a ‘have a great rest of your wedding’ before beelining out of there and straight to the car of the man whose hand you’re holding.

“I—”

“Nope.”

“You—”

“No.”

“Just—”

“Shut the fuck up, Bakugou.”

At your crass words, Bakugou takes his eyes off the road to look at you in amused disbelief (or, at least you think so—you’re only looking at the man through your periphery; you’re too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes right now).

“Woah, there, princess,” you can hear him smirking. “Not sure that’s how you want to talk to your boss.”

“Oh, bullshit,” you fix your gaze to your right, itching to get out of the car. “I thought you were my date tonight. You can’t be both at the same time. That—that just doesn’t sit right with me. You know, as the HR head of your agency?”

The man merely snickers in response, and you’re lulled into a comfortable silence.

Before he decides to speak again.

“‘Have a great rest of your wedding,’” he chuckles to himself as he stops at a red light. “Classic.”

You turn to regard him, having had enough. “Do you mind? I’m kind of having a crisis here.”

At that, he snorts. “Over what? You just had the best payback in history.”

You ignore him, opting to bury your face in your hands instead as you wail, “I punched a guy at his wedding.”

“Damn straight, you did.”

You gape at him like he just grew horns. “I’m sorry, were you not there? In case you forgot, Mr. Dynamight, you were technically my date. You’re guilty by association.”

Just as he is about to respond, the traffic light quickly turns to yellow then green, and you take it as an opportunity to keep rambling.

“And practically everyone there knows you. Shit, Mikuri-san is going to kill me.”

“Tadashi Mikuri? From PR?”

“Yes,” you seethe, although you know Bakugou has done nothing wrong to be at the receiving end of your shame-induced anger. You groan, “This is going to be a nightmare to clean up.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything after that, and you have to restrain yourself from poking at him to say anything—anything, really—to assure you that no, everything is going to be okay, and that no, your career or reputation is not over.

Eventually, and without you noticing, you pull up in the driveway of your apartment. Heaving a deep sigh, you will yourself to finally keep your chin up and face whatever the fuck is waiting for you tomorrow head-on, even if you were going to do it alone. Grabbing your purse and phone, you’re about to thank him and say good night when Bakugou reaches over the console and places a hand over yours.

“I—” he starts, and you look at him expectantly, trying not to seem weird about the contact.

He clears his throat before giving you the most reassuring nod, “I’ll take care of the press. Don’t worry about it.”

Before you can ask him how the hell he’s planning to go about that, he beats you to it. “And don’t ask me how. Just—” he finally looks at you, “trust me.”

You can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod back.

The next morning, you wake up on the relatively right side of the bed for once until the events of yesterday come crashing down on you like an unprecedented avalanche, effectively robbing you of your good mood.

You chance a peek at the phone on your nightstand, debating whether or not to throw it away and religiously avoid social media for the rest of your days. After what feels like an hour, however, you decide against it and pick the gadget up.

Only to be met with 57 texts, 23 missed calls, and 300+ notifications on your Twitter and Instagram accounts each.

Your stomach sinks as the feeling of dread instantly washes over you. Overwhelmed, you click on one familiar message thread you have with your best friend.

(11:46 PM) bestie<3: girlllll (11:46 PM) bestie<3: what the actual FUCK pick up your phone (11:47 PM) bestie<3: NOT YOU PUNCHING THAT DOUCHEBAG (11:47 PM) bestie<3: and since when have you been dating dynamight??? HELLOOOO??? (11:47 PM) bestie<3: when were you planning to tell me all of this bc im lowkey salty (11:51 PM) bestie<3: girl…. you have to see this (11:51 PM) bestie<3: (see link)

Your fingers are practically trembling when you click on the link, and in hindsight, you’re glad you’re on your bed because what you see next makes you drop your phone:

BREAKING: #2 Pro-hero Dynamight seen at a wedding, alleged “date” punches the groom

tagging. @kitthepurplepotato @chelbyisbord @lovra974 @katsukis1wife @brunnetteiwik @bunnysaursushii @k0z3me @meeeepsworld @asura-rose @dragonscribble

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a lovely day!

[cupcakeslushie]

I’ve been debating on saying something because I have a lot of thoughts about this, but I just want to say a quick (maybe not so quick) thought…

“Comfort Character” is not a declaration of ownership. Just because you relate to a character deeply, and see yourself in them, does not mean you get to go around policing the stories that get told regarding them, or the how they’re depicted in said stories.

I wanna be clear. Im not saying you can’t pose genuine questions and have perfectly reasonable discussions about the intricacies of hard topics. In fact, fiction can even help make those discussions easier to digest by lowering the stakes, because there are not any actual stakes when none of it is real.

Unfortunately, I’ve been seeing the entire opposite. People taking stories that may make them “uncomfy”, and declaring that they’ve now decided they are taking it personally, to near obsessive levels. You are not the only one allowed to play with these characters. It is a huge sandbox, and these toys are mass produced enough for everyone to have their own doll to do with whatever they’d like.

I get you might see yourself in a character, but that doesn’t give you the right to go around sending death threats just because someone wrote, or drew your current blorbo in an unfavorable light. Prioritizing some cluster of lines and colors over the mental health and safety of actual real human beings, is worse than whatever fictional, moral “atrocity” that you think you’re championing against. You only end up sounding just like the people calling for book banning in schools.

You are not the character. You are not being hurt. The character is not even being hurt, because they do not in fact, exist to actually experience any of the pain creators are putting them through. And most importantly, you have no claim on how other people entertain themselves with said character. Because that is what these characters are. Entertainment. They can be used in good or bad stories. If you don’t like how a creator is using them. Move on. Don’t send death threats or attacks.

Block and filter your tags.

I have triggers, but that is my issue to control and maintain. It is appreciated when steps are taken by creators to help me avoid the things that trigger me, but I don’t wish death and pain on anyone who doesn’t view the world through the same lens as myself, and might not have considered my own personal feelings on the matter. My feelings of unease or anxiety from coming into contact with my own triggers, might be valid, but initiating an attack on a creator, because I took a personal offense to their story, is not. I do not outright assume that something was created with me and my tastes in mind.

Also, this is not aimed at any one person. This is a rampant issue that I have seen first hand, going back all the way to more than a year ago. I’ve seen it happen in multiple fandoms, but as I spend most of my time in the Rise fandom, that’s where I see the worst of it. I’ve received attacks, I know other creators have received attacks, and if this keeps up, creators will just stop wanting to share anything at all.

I also need to emphasize, I’m not mad. This is not a lashing out. This is just a frustrating and hurtful trend to constantly witness, when creators are putting their own heart, time, and energy into creating intriguing and complex works of all kinds in order to broaden the beauty of this fandom, and they’re getting anonymous messages to kill themselves.

Please think about the real life person behind the art and stories you are consuming, instead of prioritizing the fictional comfort of made up characters inside the story, that will in actuality, never have any opinions on what’s being done to them. Because they do not exist.

[hydrobunny]

i can't say anything to your face (cause look at your face)

tags: established relationship, fluff

a/n: wrote this within a day in a burst of inspiration somehow,,, enjoy fellow kaiser lovers

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"are you trying to make me look stupid?" michael kaiser asks, barely an inch away from your hands.

automatically, before you can really think about it, you snap back. "that's not hard."

with an expression of dramatic hurt, he leans away from you. "excuse me?"

the eyeliner in your hand wobbles. only one of kaiser's eyes sports his signature red swoop.

he does kind of look stupid.

you bite back a smile.

unfortunately, kaiser is much more observant than he seems. his mismatched eyes narrow.

his hand snaps out to latch around your wrist, stopping you from bringing the eyeliner any closer.

"i don't trust you with this," your boyfriend snarks. "i have to go out with it on my face."

you weakly try to pull your hand out of his grasp. "you asked me to."

his eyes linger on yours. "that was when i thought you actually had hand-eye coordination."

you gasp with mock offense. "my coordination is perfectly fine, thank you. you haven't even seen what it looks like!"

he lets go of your hand, leaning back onto the wall. "i can already tell you're unsteady."

you glare at him. "it's a little hard to be steady when you're refusing to stay still."

he looks extremely unimpressed. it's a lot dumber with the mismatched liner.

an idea sparks in your head. before you can convince yourself otherwise, you .

"what-"

"stay still," you warn again, and shift yourself onto his lap.

kaiser stiffens like a rock. it's a little flattering.

"there you go," you whisper, smiling.

his eyes are dead-focused onto your own as you bring the pen closer. "careful," he mutters, voice low.

his hands lock themselves around your waist.

and in a single motion, you swoop the flash of red under his eye.

he blinks. you admire your handiwork.

"see?" you laugh. "only needed you to cooperate!"

you move to get up- his grip doesn't loosen.

kaiser tilts his head. from your proximity, you can trace every stroke of ink marked into his skin.

"you have places to be," you remind. "things to do."

he hums. "i'm fine where i am."

"you're really annoying, you know that?"

he flashes you a lazy smile. "i've heard worse. and better."

you roll your eyes. "whatever you say. can you let me go now?"

he shrugs. "you came here."

you shift your weight, still annoyingly trapped on his lap. the eyeliner pen falls to the floor, its purpose done.

"i think you need to stop arguing with me," you sigh. "it's annoying. just sit still and look pretty."

"i don't-"

you shut him up the only way you know how: pressing your lips onto his.

you can feel him grinning into the kiss- because it was obvious what he was going for from the start- and it only motivates you to press further.

"you're so gonna be late," you grumble.

he only laughs into your mouth. "worth it."

in the next movement, you rip yourself away off of him. he blinks up at you. the remnants of your lip gloss have left a shine on his lips.

"and your eyeliner's uneven."

there's a pause. you turn on your heel.

"wait, what?"

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Crazy, What You’ll Do for a Friend

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: After Hotch gets hurt out in the field, you and the other members of the BAU take turns taking care of Hotch at his home. Reader want to make sure she can help Hotch in whatever way she can.

CW: Hotch having an attitude bc of course he does, sex fantasy, needy!Hotch, oral m!receiving, fingering

a/n: Hotch is literally the master of flirting when he isn’t at work I cannot with him, this is more short and sweet than most my stories

This is the other Fanfic from the poll!

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Reid answered the door. Bright smile on his face greeting you, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you smiled back at him.

“Come on in,” Reid moved out of the doorway allowing you to pass by him. You waited in the entry way for Reid to close the door.

“How is he?”

“Uhm— good. Mad that we’re here,” he laughed awkwardly.

You cocked an eyebrow, silently. A few weeks ago, Hotch had gotten caught up in the line of fire. Getting struck in his thigh and stomach. Lucky to not have bled out on the field. The day was a harsh memory that you refused to let go. Making sure to never let anyone else make the same mistakes as him again. Never feeling weaker than seeing him in the hospital bed. The Team had all agreed to take care of Hotch while he was on home rest. Taking shifts throughout the weeks.

You followed behind Reid into the living room.

“What are you doing here?” Hotch gritted through his teeth. Only wearing some loose fitting sweat pants and a tight white t-shirt. A strong contrast from his usual suit and tie. Straining as he attempted to get off the couch by himself. Reid rushed over to him, lifting him by his shoulder. Hotch swatted at the Doctor, attempting to jerk away.

“We’re all taking turns helping you. Guess I’m on Hotch Duty for tonight,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a closed mouth smile.

Hotch’s brows furrowed tightly, vein on his neck popping. “I don’t need help. What I need is to get back to work,” Hotch pushed Reid away as he finally got to his feet. Reid threw his hands up in a defensive position still close behind your boss.

“Yeah, it really looks like it,” you rolled your eyes as you folded your arms over your chest.

Hotch shot a chilling look your way, but you were unwavering. “I’m still your superior—“

“And right now I’m your caretaker. I’m sure Reid has been letting you boss him around, but I’m not going to let that happen. No offense, Spence,” you stated. Spencer waved his hand up to let you know he was not offended.

Hotch’s hand gripped the arm of the couch with a bruising strength. Barely able to hold himself up properly. A slight shake to his body. Angry that you, of all people, were talking to him this way. Fighting the way his heart swelled as soon as his eyes laid upon you in his living room today.

You and Hotch had grown close in the last few years. Growing into a mutual unspoken want for one another. Casually flirting when you were alone or not at work. Keeping each other company on extremely late nights at the office. Getting closer than you realistically should, given the field you worked in.

“Reid, you can go,” Hotch did not break eye contact with you.

“A-Are you sure—“

“We’ll be fine, Spence,” you smiled eyes locked in on Hotch’s.

Reid grabbed his bag and headed for the door, “If you guys need anything I’m only a text away.”

“Thank you,” you said still not breaking with Hotch. His deep brown eyes made your heart skip a beat. The wrinkles on his face as he attempted to intimidate made you blush. Not speaking until the door closed behind Reid.

“Are you gonna have an attitude with me all night?” You teased, cheeks beaming with heat. Hotch blew air out of his nose. Skin tightly pinched between his eyebrows. Refusing to speak to you. “Oh, come on. Your favorite boy is gone, you don’t have to keep up the mean-mug,” you walked over closing the space between you. Extending your arm out to him so that he could brace himself to walk.

His jaw clenched. Stubbornness being a strong suit of his. Hesitantly taking your offer of help. “Where are we heading?”

“I need to use the bathroom,” Hotch grumbled.

Slowly, you assisted him to the bathroom tucked away next to his living room. Standing in the doorway as you allowed him to shimmy himself over to the toilet. Not even thinking of what you were doing, until Hotch gave you a strange look.

“Are you wanting to watch?”

Your face flooded. Stammering as you cupped your own cheek. Shaking your head with closed eyes. Smiling awkwardly, “Sorry—“

Hotch had to fight the smile that dared creep across his face. Enjoying how flustered you were. You reached in to pull the door shut. Leaning against the wall directly next to the bathroom. Hands gripping your hair in embarrassment as you replayed the moment over and over. Trying to cool the heat in your cheeks.

Straightening your posture when you heard the door click open. Greeting him with a soft smile and your arm extended. His brows were still pressed together. Lips in a thin line as he hooked his arm around yours. Leading him back into the living room so that he could get comfortable.

The night slipped away. Preparing dinner for your boss as he sat at the counter. Dying to get up. Hating to be taken care of. Denying the comfort he felt with you nestled in his home.

“Hotch, I can hear you bouncing your leg, cut it out,” you did not even look over your shoulder to give him eye contact. He scoffed, the sound of his leg subsiding.

“I know you hate all this. Really I do,” you softly spoke to him as you plated the food, “But all of us just want to see you get better. We want our leader back in his best shape. I want you to relax and let me take care of you.”

Hotch’s eyes watched every move you made. Stalking you like his prey as you brought the plate over to him. Expression unchanging, “How am I supposed to relax? There’s cases and I’ve been away so long already. I can’t stay cooped up here forever.”

“And you won’t. The sooner you take it easy, the sooner you can come back,” you flattened your hand against his shoulder. Hotch’s expression softened with your gesture. Swiftly directing his attention onto the food in front of him. Something about the interaction caused your cheeks to warm up. Unsure what that was about. Walking over to his fridge.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“Just water,” Hotch took a bite of food.

“Aw, you don’t wanna crack open a bottle of wine and reveal our darkest secrets to each other?” You teased, looking over your shoulder at him. Seeing his brows pushed together. Lips in a strong, straight line.

“Okay— tough crowd,” you widened your eyes as you closed the fridge. Going to grab a cup out of the cabinet to fill it for him. Walking over and taking the seat beside him. Silently eating dinner together. Guess you did not have much to talk about. And he was clearly in no mood to chit-chat.

“You’re a good cook,” Hotch broke the silence with a compliment.

“You’re telling me Reid didn’t prepare you a four coarse, perfectly diet-balanced meal while he was here?” You teased. Finally, breaking away Hotch’s hard shell. A soft chuckle coming from him. “I’m sure he would’ve had a slideshow to explain it all too,” you grinned.

“He wouldn’t need the slideshow, he could explain it all to me himself,” Hotch joked as he pulled the food from his fork. Feeling comfortable for the first time together. Allowing both your walls down. Sharing in your laughter.

You both finished your dinner. Taking the plates and putting them in the sink. Allowing Hotch to walk on his own to put his away. Standing beside him the entire time. You interlocked arms with him to lead him into the living room. Grunting as he sat down, eyes closing as he rested his head against the back.

“Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll do whatever you need to relax,” you smiled, standing in front of him.

Something about that seeped into his imagination. Feeling his cock jump when an imagine of you kneeled between his legs popped into his mind. With everyone here, he had not had any alone time. Needing to let out some of the things pent up inside him. Your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock—

“No,” Hotch blurted out. Aggression returning to him. Catching you off guard and causing a bit of frustration to bubble up inside you. You scoffed and headed into the kitchen to do the dishes, “Don’t try anything while I’m in there.”

Once you disappeared around the corner, he relaxed again. Clicking mindlessly through the channels on the TV. Trying to distract himself. Looking down at his half-hard cock. Embarrassed that he was thinking of one of his subordinates in the way he was. Still he allowed himself to fantasize.

Imagining how beautiful you would look sat upon his lap. Straddling his waist as you sunk down onto him. Thinking about how you would sound moaning his name when the head would hit somewhere just right inside you. Dying to know how perfectly he would fill you up. He needed something— anything from you.

Allowing his hand to softly touch his aching member. Only making things worse for him. His face contorted as he squinted his eyes shut. Mouth hanging open slightly.

God, he was such a pervert.

Jumping when he heard the water stop in the sink. Footsteps enclosing on the room. In the time you had done the dishes, you had calmed down from Hotch’s outburst. Knowing and rationalizing that he was going through a lot and sometimes he would be more vulnerable than others. Greeting him with a bright smile. Grabbing your bag off the kitchen chair, “Do you mind if I go change?”

“Of course not,” Hotch breathed out.

“I’ll know if you strain while I’m gone,” you smirked.

Hotch grinned back at you. Watching you until you faded away into the bathroom, door clicking behind you. Thank God he had one of the best poker face’s around. Finally allowing himself to breathe.

His erection pressed against the soft fabric of his sweats. Driving him absolutely insane. He pondered if he would have time to rub it out before you got back from changing. Softly playing with himself as he thought. Groaning at the feeling of his fingers trailing his length. Trying to control his breathing as to not make any overtly sexual sounds.

Oh, God, how he needed it. His cock pulsed with pure desire. Something he did not think his hand alone could fill. He felt pathetic. Preparing to ask you what he was going to.

The door creaked open. You came back to see him still in the same spot as before. He looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when he saw you. Wearing a loose fit t-shirt and some sporty shorts. Hair relaxed and quite a bit of skin showing.

“Hope you don’t mind, your house kinda runs hot,” you smiled, suddenly aware of his eyes on your body. Loving the attention he was giving. Blushing as his jaw hung open softly.

There were not many occasions where members of the BAU saw each other outside of work. Normally dressed in business attire, making sure to look extremely respectable and professional. Used to the button-ups and slacks. Not a shirt that perfectly hugged your chest and some shorts that were barely revealed under the length of your top.

As if he wasn’t hard enough already.

You sat on the other end of the couch beside him. Only a small pillow between your bodies. Legs crossing, causing your shorts to hike further up your thighs. Revealing the extra soft spots closer to your core.

“Anything good on?”

Hotch hesitated, “No.”

You widened your eyes at his short answer. Not sure what had gotten him so irritable in the last bit. Not wanting to push him. Choosing to stay quiet as you leaned against the arm of the couch. Watching some old sci-fi movie he had landed on. They were shooting out with some aliens. No telling what over, the movie was half way over by the time Hotch got to it.

The glow of the TV was all that illuminated the room. Flashes of colors dancing across your skin. Silently staring at the flat screen. Thinking about nonsense, just trying to feed your mind.

“Y/N,” Hotch began, hint of a break in his voice. You looked over at him. He had sweat beaming on his forehead. “You… you said earlier that you would help me in whatever way you could?”

You nodded, “Of course, Hotch. I’m here to please.”

His skin tingled. The innocent look behind your eyes pushing him even more on edge. He was silently opening and closing his mouth. Brows netted together as he breathed heavy. Tension so thick in the room neither of you could catch your breath.

“This is so inappropriate,” he softly chuckled to himself, stretching his neck, voice not above a whisper. Feeling your own heartbeat pound out of your chest. Hotch sighed, “I need to cum.”

Your eyes flew harshly open. Lips parting as you attempting to respond to him. Face immediately flushing with arousal as you clinched around nothing. Eyes shooting down to his crotch. Surprised to see the outline of his cock pressing against his pants. Thin, soft material not hiding his length.

“Either you can help me, or I need you to leave the room so I can handle it myself,” Hotch quickly said, desperation on his tone.

“Do you… want… me to-to help?” You shyly questioned.

Hotch smiled with an exhale. Perfect teeth on display for the first time tonight as he closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the couch. Blinking open to lock into you, “Yes.”

Such a simple statement. Causing so much confusion inside you. Of course, you had been flirting back and forth for some time now. And yes the idea of seeing Hotch’s cock, especially how it fit in your hand, had your body tingling.

But what about work?

What would your coworkers say? What would your superiors say? What if this was only for tonight?

You threw caution to the wind. Choosing to have some fun with him, even if you never spoke of this again.

You crawled closer to him on the couch, Hotch’s arm wrapping around your back when you sat on your knees. One of his hands coming up to grip at your t-shirt. Pulling the collar down with his finger and looking down it. Smiling at the sight of your lightly covered breasts. Blushing at how natural his hands felt on you. Leaning in to place your lips on his neck. Breath hitching in his throat at the soft feeling.

“Did you do this with all the other girls?” You asked between kisses, genuine curiosity and a bit of shame taking over your senses.

“Of course not,” Hotch exhaled, “You know it’s only you.”

You kissed up his jugular, resting along his jawline. Hotch’s smile never left his face as you feathered your lips along his skin. Hand running strong fingers up and down your back. Your own hand gently ghosting down his front to rest on his hard cock.

Hotch’s body twitched, causing him a small amount of pain. Wincing as he squinted his eyes. “I’m so sorry—“

“Don’t be,” Hotch’s hand came up to cup your cheek. Pulling you into a passionate kiss. Lightning stimulated your nerves at his taste and feeling. Both of you humming together. Tongue slipping past your lips as it grazed your teeth. Hunger apparent by the way he held onto you. Smiling as you became overwhelmed with emotions.

“What?” Hotch asked, unable to stop himself from returning your expression. Cheeks glowing.

“I just… just wanna know what’s got you all worked up?” pressing your lips back to his as your hand outlines his shaft. Hotch’s throat tightened at your touch. Breathy and clingy.

“I’ve been locked up here, not even a second of alone time, for weeks. And when you have nothing else to do, your mind wanders. And mine kept going to the same place time and time again,” toothy grin taking over his expression as he continuing caressing your face.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, not saying anything back.

“You’re going to tell me you don’t masturbate?” Hotch chuckled, an offensive hint on his tone.

Your face flooded red as you remembered the last time you had. Remembering the image of Hotch’s body above yours, strong arms flexing on either side of your head, hips pumping into yours as he held eye contact.

“I… um— yeah, I do. I have a vibrator in my night stand,” you kissed him again. Loving how his shaft hardened against your touch.

“Hmm,” he hummed against your lips, “Wish you’d brought it with you.”

“Hotch,” you giggled, playful embarrassment in your voice.

“I know you look so pretty when you orgasm,” Hotch smiled between kisses. Your heart thumped in your chest. Overwhelmed in the best way possible. Fingers continuing to lightly rub against his length.

“Probably really pretty with your mouth around my cock too,” Hotch’s hand held onto the back of your head. Keeping your mouth against his.

“God- you are needing aren’t you?” You chuckled into his mouth. The two of you shared in making flirtatious noises. Continuing to latch onto one another’s mouths. Slowly sliding into the floor between his legs. Fluttering your lashes up at him as you leaned forward to play with his waistband.

“Please,” Hotch squinted his eyes closed. Jaw tensed and Adam’s apple bobbing.

Slowly, you helped raise his hips so that you could pull his sweatpants down his legs. Taking your time to make sure he did not have to overwork his body. Mouth watering when you saw the tent pitched in his boxer-briefs. Flattening your hands against his thighs, framing his cock.

Hotch’s hand tethered in your hair, lust blown eyes admiring you below him. Moaning when your lips pressed a kiss against his clothed member. Freeing his cock from its confides. Taking in all the details. Thick and swollen, vein running over the top side as his head leaked. Tongue licking a stripe up the underside.

Hotch rutted forward, moaning loudly as he gripped the couch for stability. Head leaned forward to watch you. Your hand gripped him at the base. Stroking upward with a twist of your wrist. Thumb swiping over the slit to collect the precum. Loving how his velvety skin felt in your palm.

Tender lips kissed along his shaft before sucking on the head.

“Oh my God,” Hotch groaned. Trying his hardest to not move. Not wanting to take away from the pleasure by causing himself pain. His brows upturned and jaw hung open as he watched you go lower onto him.

Stopping when your nose met the soft hair at his base. Gagging around him momentarily. Taste of him overwhelming any other sense you had. Your tongue flattened underneath him as you began to bob. Almost completely coming off him before going down again.

“So good,” Hotch praised breathlessly. Causing your own arousal to pool inside you. Wishing you could crawling into his lap and take his cock inside you. Knowing his body was in no shape for that kind of physical activity.

Having him squirm from your mouth would have to do for now.

Hotch looked so beautiful with his face all flushed and shoulders heaving. Chest rapidly rising and falling as he audibly breathed. Your hand came up to wrap around his base once more, allowing your lips to meet your fingers with each movement. Causing you to move much faster than before.

“Y/N,” Hotch moaned.

Feeling his cock twitch between your lips. His end was nearing. Continuing at the pace you had given him. Sloppy sounds coming from your mouth as your tongue swirled around his length.

“I’m close,” Hotch breathed out. His veins on his neck poking out as he strained back. Sounds of him whimpering and grunting was like music to your ears. Salty taste filling your mouth as he approached his finish. Twisting your wrist and going down further on him. Coaxing him to his end.

Hotch’s hand gripped the back of your hand with strong fingers as he came. Breath hitching in his throat as his jaw hung open. Looking down to watch you swallow the ropes of cum he shot into your mouth. Hand traveling down to caress your cheek when he was done. Thumb rubbing circles into your flushed cheeks.

You caught your breath as you doed your eyes up at him. Smiling as you rested your head into his hand. Licking your lips to get any remnants of him off your face.

Hotch patted the seat beside him. Instructing you to come sit with him once more. You rested your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your lower back. Grateful lips kissing your head.

Finding a position that was comfortable for you both as you rested your eyes. Engulfed by his body heat and musk. His heartbeat thumped against your ear. The day catching up with you as you relaxed.

“We can go lay in bed,” Hotch softly suggested.

You nodded. Standing to your feet to help him up. Shuffling down the hallway as Hotch limped holding onto you. Walking him over to his large mattress. Hotch smiled up at you, fingers holding onto your hand as you stood in front of him. Looking like a lovesick fool before you. Causing you to blush because it was you that had him looking like that. Smiling wider than you had ever seen him.

“Are you sure… that you want me in here? If you’d rest better, I can go—“

“Don’t even try,” Hotch grinned, pulling your hand to his lips and gently kissing. Tugging you into the bed with him. Landing directly beside him. Giggling as you snuggled under the blanket with him. Hotch’s lips kissed every piece of skin he could. Coating you in his love.

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten,” Hotch’s lips finally found yours. Smiling with a soft chuckle ending his sentence.

“Glad I could help,” you scrunched your nose up with a smile. His hand caressed your cheek again, dark eyes scanning your entire face. Seeing you this close for one of the first times. Finally taking the time to look at every freckle, blemish, scar, or any other beauty mark you had. Never having had someone look at you the way he was now.

Your eyes were growing heavy. Blinking slowly until a yawn came over you. Rolling over to allow Hotch to hold you from behind. Closing your eyes as the plush of his pillows captured you.

His hand snaked around your front. Causing your chest to tighten when you felt him prying at your shorts. His nose trailed the valley of your neck and shoulder. Fingers going down the front of your panties.

“Aaron…?“

“Let me repay you,” Hotch whispered into your ear.

“You don’t owe me anything,” you sighed when his fingertips swiped over your sensitive bud.

“If I can’t fuck you, let me make you cum around my fingers,” Hotch’s deep voice vibrated into your skin. Fingers finding their way into your soaked folds. Circling them before inserting one. Causing you to arch into him and moan. A hum of approval came from him.

Curling his finger inside you as he massaged your insides. Thumb pressing into your clit. Shooting electricity through your veins. Your hand coming up to tangle in his hair. Locks lacing through your fingers. Your jaw hung open at the feeling of him adding an additional digit. Stretching you perfectly.

“Aaron,” you moaned, Hotch held your hand above your head. Fingers gently interlocking with yours while the air from his lips casted across your skin.

“Go ahead, I want to hear you,” Hotch kissed your shoulder.

You moaned at his words.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he cooed.

That familiar knot was tightening in your lower half. Hotch knew how to use his fingers. Causing your thighs to quiver and body to jolt. Sounds of him breathing filling your ears, sounding intoxicated by you. Never wanting you to leave his side.

You felt your pussy clench around his fingers. Insides growing more and more sensitive when he would hit the spongy spots.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

You nodded aggressively. Whining as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Feeling his semi-hard cock press into your ass. Sweat dripped down your skin. Your heartbeat was in your ears as you felt your orgasm washing over you. Walls fluttering around Hotch’s fingers. Moaning his name like a mantra. Grinding down on his hand as your thighs shook.

Hotch smiled against your skin. Loving how you sounded begging and calling out to him. Wishing he could fuck you senseless. Wanting nothing more than to fill you up.

“I knew you’d look pretty orgasming,” lips kissed your cheek. You breathed heavily, grinning at his cocky voice. Rolling over to press your lips into his. Arms wrapping around his neck. Finally finding yourself the most comfortable you had been yet.

Drifting to sleep in his arms.

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[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate all the love I’ve gotten since writing for Hotch and love seeing everyone reply and comment and everything! As always, my requests are open! I have a Rossi x Reader planned in the next few days that was requested so keep an eye out for that! //

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@bondwithme-murderstyle ~ @mrs-ssa-hotch ~ @cherriready ~ @khxna ~ @justyourusualash ~ @boybandbaby ~ @hoffmanfan13 ~ @megangovier

[em1989ts]

𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 - 𝒑𝒕. 2

five hargreeves x reader

word count: 1.7k

part one. part two. part three. main masterlist.

summary: after you discovered a deli full of alternate versions of your cheating husband, you realize they would never hurt you the way he did. once he finds you getting comfortable with another version of him, you'll have to work together to figure out how to save the world.

authors note: thank you so much for all the notes on part one! i appreciate it so much since i thought no one would ever see it. here's the highly requested part two, enjoy!

You could tell it was him right away. Your Five had burst into the deli like he was crashing a wedding. When you walked in, every Five had a look of awe displayed across his face, but now that look was replaced with anger and disappointment. 

You could tell Five had shrunk a bit under the gaze of his counterparts yet he firmly walked over to the booth where you were sitting with the new Five that you had been talking to. He had a shameful look in his eye yet held a stoic visage. Glancing down at your gentle hands still firmly held in the palms of the other Five, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked between the two of you.

“What- what is this?” He scoffed in an annoyed manner, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing yet somehow he knew exactly what was happening. 

The Five across from you gently released your hands as his eye twitched and he stood up and faced your Five. Even though they were both exactly the same height, you could tell they were challenging each other by standing up a little straighter, your Five standing slightly on his toes.

 New Five had an angry clench in his jaw yet held a slight smirk. He addressed your Five in a low tone, “You must be a fluke if you think you can just apologize and win her back because there’s not a single Five in this room that would hurt her the way you did.” 

You looked up at the two of them from your seat in the booth. You hadn’t mentioned how your Five had hurt you, what he’d done to lose you. How could this Five have known? Still however, you appreciated his defense. You had always thought it’d be pathetic to see two guys fight over you, but to see two versions of the same man, one who has hurt and wronged you and the other who holds an unconditional and undying love for you, it ignited a spark in you that you thought you’d never feel again in your existence. 

Existence. 

Once the new Five finished his sentence you could see the offense on your Five’s face as he prepared a rebuttal but you shut that down quickly. 

“Enough,” you held a hand out as if to break the aggressive tension between them, “this is irrelevant. We need to discuss a plan.” 

Your Five took this as an opportunity to occupy the seat next to you in the booth but new Five beat him to it by pulling him back by the arm and sliding in next to you, as well as placing a hand on your thigh. 

Your Five was taken aback by the action yet quickly regained his composure as he settled into the seat across from the two of you. 

Waiter Five stopped by once again to drop off another mug of coffee for your Five as well as to top of your mug and Five’s. You thanked him and took a sip as he waltzed away with a wink. You watched as your Five took a sip from his mug which he immediately spit back out. The deli of Fives erupted in laughter as both you and your Five looked around confused. 

The Five sitting next to you whispered an explanation in your ear, stating that Waiter Five had poured a couple of salt packets into his coffee rather than sugar. You grinned and hid your laugh in the shoulder of the Five next to you, him still facing you, your foreheads nearly touching. Your Five watched with a heartache as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin and set it back down on the table. 

The laughter had mostly died down, excluding a very sloshed and disheveled looking Five who continued to chuckle and hiccup while leaning against a door. 

You were still leaning slightly onto the Five next to you as he spoke, “So I take it you figured out the subway system by now” 

“Alternate versions of the same moment in time?” Five asked.

“Correct,” the other Five responded, “We’re all you from alternate timelines. Most of us here have given up on trying to fix the broken timeline.” 

Your Five listened with a befuddled look on his face and before he could question the words of the Five before him, you piped up an explanation, “It’s us who shattered the original timeline.” 

“Thank you, dear,” said the Five next to you as he brought an arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t tell if he was being this affectionate because he really missed his y/n or because he could see how badly it was ticking your Five off but either way you wanted to play along, leaning into his affection. 

He broke your gentle eye contact to once again address the Five glaring at you both.

“The timeline was shattered the moment we came into existence, leaving us with an infinite number of alternate timelines in an infinite loop of trying to save the world,” he said in a tired voice. 

You took a moment to really look at him, he looked so exhausted. 

So did your timeline’s Five.

So did Drunk Five, Waiter Five, and Brisket Five. 

Sure they looked content in the deli, as it was their place to escape, but the tired looks in their eyes really showed how hard they had tried and how worn out it made them. 

You didn’t realize it but you were staring so deeply into the eyes of your timeline’s Five. With such a soft look he thought would never come his way again. You felt sorry for him. You really did but there is nothing that could excuse everything he did. Nothing could excuse the betrayal and heartbreak he caused you. That was his fault and he would have to deal with every ounce of guilt and shame that accompanied him in his downfall. 

His eyes met yours, the green shining with sorrow as he attempted to convey all his feelings through his irises. You both knew your relationship would never be the same, even if you survived the Cleanse. There was just too much that couldn’t be undone. 

You broke the connection first, turning away to look at the tiled floor of the deli instead. 

Your Five continued to look at you. 

Your eyes. Your hair. 

He never could’ve loved Lila like he loved you, how could he have thrown you away so easily? 

His love for you was what kept his fire burning all these years. His love for you ignited his passion for saving the world,  just so you could live safely. 

Just so you could live without surviving on cockroaches or the roof of a crumbling library. 

Just so you could live without having to kill in fear of being killed. 

Just so you could live a happy and comfortable life, even if it no longer meant a life with him. 

You clenched your jaw in thought before turning to the Five next to you, “What can we do? I mean, there has to be a way out of this.” 

He looked at you with an answer he was sure you wouldn’t like, “The only way this cycle will end is if you cease to exist. You have to let the marigold combine with the durango in the Cleanse.” 

You raised a brow, “Just the marigold?” 

Five looked at you confused, “Yes, the marigold infected our mothers the moment the timeline was shattered.” 

“So it’s not actually us that’s the problem?” You waved your finger in a circle, gesturing to yourself, Five, and his absent siblings. 

“Technically not,” Five confirmed. 

You leaned back into the seat as Five returned his arm to his side. You bit your lip as you tried to remember anything that might help you come up with a plan, then it hit you. 

Viktor. 

You remember how he told everyone that when he lived on the farm back in Dallas, he saved Harlan, the little boy who drowned in the lake, by giving him some of his marigold. 

You also remembered that he was able to take away the marigold in the barn, and whatever was left back at Hotel Obsidian. 

You lifted your head, your eyes bright as the idea swirled in your mind. 

You brought your hands onto the table, finding that you explain best with random hand motions, “What about Viktor, he could absorb our marigolds and transfer out his own into the Cleanse. That way the marigold and durango meet but we won’t have to die, we just won’t have our powers again.” 

Both Fives were silent for a moment as they contemplated your plan. The Five next to you was the first to react by holding your face in his palms and planting a kiss between your brows. “Darling,” he admired, “You’re an absolute genius.” 

Your timeline’s Five frowned in disagreement and jealousy, “What about Ben? If we combine our marigold with the Cleanse then he’ll die in there.” 

“That Ben was an asshole anyway,” you shrugged, honestly not caring since he was the reason you were in this dilemma in the first place. 

He hummed in agreement, not able to argue with you on that. He stood up and so did the other Five so he could let you out of the booth. 

Your Five didn’t want to hang around for goodbyes, you had come up with a plan and that was that. He grabbed your arm and tugged you towards the door. The other Five quickly grabbed your other arm to hold you in place. 

“Once this is all over, don’t go back to him. There are plenty of Fives here who will treat you so much better,” he winked at you as cheers of agreement ensued across the deli. 

A blush came across your face as you looked around at the hopeful smiles of every Five in the room. 

Maybe you didn’t have to stop loving Five.

You just had to let go of one. 

You slightly nodded and winked back at Five as he let go of your arm, letting your Five tug you back towards the subway with an upset stomp. Looking back with a little wave, you walked out as Drunk Five yelled, “Auf wiedersehen!” 

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part three.

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[endearng]

Firsts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: You and Spencer navigate through your firsts throughout your life as childhood friends.

WC: 6k

Warnings: death, grief, use of drugs to cope with grief, uhhhh i guess that's it

A/N: HELLO!!! It's been so so long and I'm sorry I took forever to update — uni's kicking my ass but now I'll try to write a bit more during holidays season. I hope you guys enjoy this one <3 Feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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"Do you think we'll stay friends?"

"I'm sure we'll stay friends."

For a genius, your best friend, Spencer Reid, never seemed to notice some of his speech patterns — he would echo you sometimes, which you honestly found adorably funny, and he also had a tendency for rambling, even if it wasn't that appropriate at times. When you two were alone, you didn't mind; in fact, you encouraged him and let him talk to you all the way. When there was someone else, like either of your parents or a teacher (these were your regular companions), you would try to tap him on the arm subtly so he would know when to stop. Although it broke your heart, he said himself once that he appreciated when you helped him look more normal.

Right now, things are everything but normal. Spencer had graduated high school at the age of 12 while you were still in seventh grade and he was leaving to study at Caltech. You didn't dare to compare yourself to him, but you would definitely miss him around, since he was the first person you saw everyday (besides your parents, of course) and the one who walked you to school and then went on the way to his. Right now, you are sitting on the floor of your front porch, while Spencer is laying his head on your lap and you have your hands on his hair. You always said to him that he's got nice hair, no matter how he styled or decided to cut it. He blushed every single time.

"You know… I'm gonna miss you, Spencer."

"I'm gonna miss you. But you'll still be in my life."

"Will I?"

"I'm leaving, but I'll try my best to keep in touch. We can call each other. I'll spare a couple hours of my week so you can talk to me." A small grin stretched on his lips when he mentioned talking to you. A crease made its way between your brows when you thought you'd only talk to him weekly.

Trying to play it cool, you asked, just to be sure, just to check if the pang in your heart felt less intense, less hurtful. "Will you?"

"Yes, I will."

Despite having him in your lap, you couldn't see his eyes, for they were closed in delight from your gentle touch. You saw him smile softly and you could see just how relaxed he seemed with this big change — honestly, if you were him, you'd be terrified. Quickly trying to get rid of your sad and fearful thoughts, as you ran your hands through his hair, you poorly fought the urge to chuckle when you thought about braiding his hair. He felt the air that left your lungs hit his face when you did.

Curious, as he always had been, he inquired, "What is it?"

"You'd look good with braids."

"I'm not letting you braid my hair," even if his tone was one of mock offense, a chuckle made its way out of him.

"I didn't ask to."

You saw as he bit back a grin. Little did you know, but he's is heaven, here in your presence. In dire need of some place safe to just be, without the expectations and the big things that are expected from him and to happen to him. As you unknowingly soothed his thoughts with your gentle touch, he thought about how strange it is having someone touch him and not being utterly opposed to the idea. He also thought about how, for one time in his life, he didn't know something, which was the feeling spreading on his chest. Nevertheless, there was a ghost of a small, shy smile on his face as his shoulders relaxed.

He was happy.

—

As you made your way home from your sixteenth birthday dinner, something felt odd. Looking out the window, the city lights seemed to run from how fast your dad is driving. In the backseat, all alone, you tried to figure out what made you feel so empty all night long. As the car went over a bump, you instinctively looked to the side, and then everything made sense. Spencer wasn't there. Usually, after whatever family celebration you'd go to, he would be there (because you'd insist on taking him with you), by your side in the backseat of your dad's car, laughing at whatever funny thing had happened during the event. He was your company to every single thing you did, and you had been missing him quite more often as the contact between you two became more and more scarce.

Turning to look out the window again, your mom saw the frown on your face and sighed quietly, knowing precisely why you weren't chatting like you normally did. The specific pair of ears that you wanted to be listened by were not here. And she didn't blame you one bit.

As you got home, your frown was quickly replaced by a hopeful feeling on your chest and in your features when you found a voicemail addressed to you.

Hey! I hope you get home before midnight so that you won't think, not even for a minute, that I have forgotten about you. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it! I'm really stressed right now because there are too many things happening at the same time and I'm here all by myself, so... I guess you know, better than myself, how I feel. You… You know me so well. It is nice to be known by you. Anyway... Um... I'd like to wish you a happy birthday and, ah, I also would like you to know that I wish I could have been with you today. I'm really sorry because I know how much you love your birthdays. I'm sending you a gift, but I'm not sure if it will arrive on time. I miss you. I miss you and whatever Taylor Swift song you were always humming when we were walking back from school.

Anyway, er... I miss you—hah—I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you how much I miss you. And how much I miss our time together. Uh, happy birthday!

You didn't know when, but you had teared up at some point listening to him. You didn't know whether the cause was hearing his voice again or because he remembered you or because he told you he missed your time together or that he remembered the silly songs you'd sing when you were walking back home together. Before going to bed, you let your bedside table lamp on, as you always did before so Spencer knew, from the house beside yours, that you were up or you didn't care if he called you in the middle of the night. Either way...

You were happy.

—

Underneath the Christmas tree, the glow of the warm white fairy lights you and your mom had picked out was almost blinding. Yet, you and Spencer couldn't care less. You were both too infatuated by the blinding brightness that punished your eyes to care about having problems later. Closing your eyes, you smiled to yourself, happy to be doing something so ordinary, so dumb, with your best friend. Behind your eyelids, the light was not as relentless and it granted some relief from the current sight, which sort of looked like a kaleidoscope of... white. You heard when Spencer turned his head to look at you, but you missed his soft grin.

"It was overwhelming me," you explained.

"I know." He replied, still looking at you.

Your profile, under the yellowish glow, looked almost ethereal. The slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, everything was forever ingrained into his memory. By now, Spencer could map out every single freckle on your face — especially the particular one on your lower lip. He sighed at the sheer thought of your lips. You were now seventeen and so was Spencer. Puberty had been way gentler on you than it was on him and he noticed with a blush that you were growing up, just as he was. You were a little taller, for sure, and you had put on some weight in all the right places, not to mention your style that matched your personality. As for him, he had that voice pitch swing that he hated greatly, still wore thick glasses and overall went with the nerdy stereotype that everyone picked on him for… while you looked like you were glowing.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. You were so close that it almost hurt. Inches separated Spencer from what he thought would be the best feeling of his life. From the person that had him lying awake for hours, tossing and turning on his bed until the sun began to rise. "I can't wait to give you your gift. I think you'll love it!"

He grinned. "I'll be happy with anything." From you, he meant to say, but he didn't finish.

You closed your eyes again, a grin of your own on your face. He wondered... What if he got closer? What if he kissed you? What if you pulled away? What if you didn't pull away? What if you cut him off?

Almost unconsciously, he inched closer and closer to the point your breaths mingled together. You didn't pull away, not even for a second. Instead, you leaned in, getting ever closer to him than you ever had been before. The fairy lights made you look even prettier than before. You looked like a dream.

"I was thinking..."

"About what?" He asked. Despite his gaze being lost in you, he was acutely aware of the words coming out of your mouth.

God, your mouth.

"It's stupid..." You muttered, looking away from his eyes.

"You know you can talk to me." It's not stupid if it's you.

"Okay... okay." You breathed in. "Me and the girls were talking about first kisses. And I felt so, so embarrassed because I haven't had mine yet."

Spencer felt dizzy. Even if he wasn't the best at social cues, if he was reading this right, you wanted him to kiss you too. He exhaled softly, trying to clear his thoughts. His voice was weak when he asked, "And?"

"Have you had yours yet? I know we talk about everything and all that, but... have you?"

He chuckled at your question. How could he, the scrawny little nerdy boy have had his kiss and you hadn't? "You're joking right?"

"I'm not! I'm genuinely curious."

He didn't know, but your heart was in your throat, too scared of a positive answer.

"I haven't had my first kiss yet."

Somehow, that did nothing to calm your racing heart. Inching even closer, you muttered, "we could have it together."

If Spencer didn't pass out with your words, he was sure he would be unshakable for the rest of his life. Whatever life threw at him, it wouldn't matter as much as this moment of sheer strength and self-control, because he didn't pull you in immediately. "Are you sure?"

"I'd be fine with kissing you. You're my best friend. I—I know you won't judge me and you know I won't judge you either. And—and... even if things are... embarrassing... i—it will still be a good memory in the… future." As your soft voice reached his ears, he felt like he was in heaven.

Your arguments for kissing him made him wonder if you had spent that much time considering it as he did. "Okay, you've got a few points. I'm—I'm not... opposed to the idea."

Your heart burned. You both inched closer and closer, a hair width separating your lips. As your eyes fluttered closed and you placed one of your hands on the back of his neck, both hesitantly and surely, Spencer mimicked you and pressed his lips to yours with the lightest pressure as his hand found your waist tentatively. Your lips felt so soft and sweet. He knew he would feel you for days — and hoped you'd feel him for days, too.

Encouraged by him, you pressed your lips a bit harder against him. He gasped softly and you took the opportunity to capture his lower lip between yours and kiss it gently. Spencer could feel his heartbeat drumming on his ears and he tightened his hold on your waist the tiniest bit. Internally, he thought he died and went to heaven and that's how he was welcomed there. Your lips fit together so nicely and he felt his heart burning for you and he knew back then that he would do anything you asked him to in a heartbeat.

You pulled back to lick your lips and fitted them into his again. He sighed, again, moving to your accord as he tried focusing on how good it felt to be kissed by you rather than how you could regret it later. Distancing yourself, your eyes slowly fluttered open, finding his dazed ones already looking back at you. You grinned at him. Another secret between the two of you; but this time, it wasn't an embarrassing one.

He smiled back.

Later that day, Spencer sat on his bed, touching his lips, feeling the tingle yours had left behind. Smiling like an idiot, he wrote that date on the wood of his nightstand, black marker holding the evidence that tonight had actually happened, if he were to ever forget. If anyone asked, well, he would have to come up with something to hide the fact that he was relentlessly in love with you, but he would replay the best memory of his life in the back of his mind as his mouth stuttered out a little white lie.

He was so confused. And screwed. And so utterly happy.

—

At Caltech, at the ripe age of eighteen, on a working day, as usual, Spencer typed aggressively on his keyboard, writing an academic paper on a topic that had come to his mind during one of his classes and later inspired fully by a conversation with this one professor. Looking at the time on his computer screen, he cursed. It was already time he was supposed to be on his way to class, which was unlike him. There was a reason, though.

Last night, he had gotten home late. He had lost track of time talking to a girl whose name was Alex. They were both at the university library, and they hit it off immediately talking about Literature and then more mundane things — he had found out that she was a high schooler having classes with grad students, just like himself a few years back. Getting home late, his entire schedule for the day ahead had been ruined, so everything felt odd as he tried to navigate through his last obligations. He had gone to bed later than usual and overslept for some reason unknown to him.

As he got up abruptly, he knocked his knee on the desk, which was now getting very small for the size he had grown into. Shutting his eyes and suppressing a whine, he breathed in. As he opened his eyes, his line of sight caught glance of one of the two only photos he had hung up on his wall. The first was him and his mother, Diana. The second was you and him.

It was short after your fifteenth birthday, and he finally had had the time to go visit. You had greeted him with a very warm hug. That very same day, you had dragged him to your bedroom, which now didn't have the pink walls and the posters of the bands you liked so much anymore. Now, the walls were a cool tone of sage green and your walls were cleaner, the posters being replaced by photos of you and your friends from school. He had felt a tinge of jealousy, noticing just how much he was missing out on your life. Despite the lingering feeling, he tried to not let it get to him.

You thanked him so much for the gift he had given you, one of those polaroid cameras. He had spent so much time saving money to get you that present. The excited, happy tone in your voice during the phone call you had made to thank him made him feel like it had been worth it to spend that much.

"Hey, here she is! I named her Marie. From Marie Curie, of course." You explained, holding your camera carefully as you both entered your bedroom

"You named 'her' Marie?"

"She has a special place on my heart."

He chuckled. "You're so material, sometimes."

"You gave it to me!"

"I gave it to you." He whispered, a hint of a smile dancing around his features.

You smiled. "Come on, let's take a picture. It's her first. I waited a whole month so you'd be here to take this photo with me. It's only fair you're the first person to be photographed with me by Marie."

"Oh... okay..."

Holding the camera with both of your hands, you held it out so that it would capture the two of you. "Smile." You said, and, without checking his pose, you pressed the button, a big grin on your face, for the photo, of course, but also from being so madly happy that you were with him again. Spencer didn't know what do to, frozen on the spot because you were so, so close. He just looked at you, dumbstruck gaze on him as he watched you smile so beautifully at the camera.

His heart was doing somersaults.

After the flash in your face, you blinked rapidly, chuckling to yourself. "Oooh. That's uncomfortable, heh." You open your eyes and the first thing you see are his beautiful hazel ones, looking straight at you, as if he didn't even blink upon the bothering aftermath of the light on your faces. You nearly had to gulp under the intensity of his gaze. Then, you quickly regained consciousness and started fanning the small piece so that the picture would appear faster.

The result was the one now stuck to his wall: you, with the biggest smile on your face and he, lovestruck, dumb, lost gaze as he looked at you.

Sigh.

Spencer quickly shook his head, not meaning to be later and even more stressed than he already was. He missed you, though. And he let himself relish in that feeling of longing for a minute. Glancing at the photo, he couldn't help but think you were already eighteen. And that he had loved you from the first time he saw you — when he was twelve.

He sat on his bed, having removed the photo from the wall. As he held it delicately between his fingers, he thought of you. He always did. In spite of being late, in spite of everything telling him he had to go through his days, he felt something tugging at his heartstrings, a longing feeling that he should be somewhere else, something that told him something, so he knew.

It was time to go.

—

Back in his hometown, even the air felt different, despite exuding an aroma that reminded him of his younger days. It had been some time since he had visited, and the distance between you and him only grew further. Driving past your house — the state of California had finally issued his license —, he saw a somewhat big crowd of people, all dressed in black.

He felt like the noise around him didn't fully reach his brain. Like he was under water.

Robotically stepping out of his car, he approached the house cautiously. Almost as instantly as your mom welcomed him, he saw you across the room, dressed in black. Bloodshot eyes found him instantly, and a flicker of relief passed your expression — unable to muster up a smile, but oh so willing to show him that you were grateful for his presence. You felt frozen to the spot and had been standing in that corner for hours. A man placed his hand on your shoulder and that's when you looked away from Spencer. He noticed it, of course, and was obliged to acknowledge the blonde man by your side. You didn't smile at him either.

Spencer approached, somewhat relieved that you were okay, but so confused and overwhelmed by the entire situation. Almost unwilling to believe whatever bad thing had happened, because he had been so happy with you in that house.

Once he was within your earshot, you greeted weakly, "Hi."

"Hi."

Silence.

"Can we talk?"

Something about the look in your eyes told him that you desperately wanted, no, needed, craved it from him, his presence. With a subtle nod, you excused yourself from the man and lead him to the backyard. Sitting on the same bench you did when it was too late and you talked about the stars together, you reveal softly as you stare into the distance, "Dad's gone."

Spencer felt like he had been punched and all the air had left his lungs after your confirmation of something he was suspecting already. Finally, he blurted out, sitting down by yourself, "W—what?"

"He didn't wake up."

"He didn't wake up?"

"No... Last night, Spencer..." You begun, your voice thick with emotion, "he said that everything was alright." You frowned, tears streaming down your face, "That he... loves... loved me and mom... and that... that had been his role on Earth."

He stood quiet, waiting for the rest of what you had to say, still shaken by the news. Your broken voice and distant gaze were enough to skyrocket the pain he felt. Spencer absolutely adored your dad, and he was one of the few that Spencer confided in wholeheartedly when things got too rough for him to bear by himself. Even though your dad was the quiet type, Spencer would go as far as saying that he was somehow his dad as well.

With your silence, he had a little time to see past the pain. Analyzing your figure, he knew. He knew you had to leave. If you decided to stay, you'd be rooted to the spot and you wouldn't be able to grow any further, forever stuck into the never ending, relentless force of grief. Spencer knew that because, besides knowing you better than anyone else, he had left in hopes to escape the person he thought he was doomed to become. Your voice brought him out of his reverie. "I laughed. I thought he was joking."

"Maybe he was joking."

"Maybe he knew he was leaving."

Silence.

You look up at him. Asking for answers. For something. For comfort.

Sitting down beside you, he held your shaking shoulders as you let tears fall freely and you lost your breath and you choked on your own saliva. An ugly, guttural, desolate crying. Spencer held you through it all — he was ready to scream at anyone on the garden if they had the nerve to go there, but, actually, in that moment, you didn't care that somebody could see or hear you. The effect of the pills your mother had given you had started to wear off and you felt things way more intensely than when she first broke the news.

Dad's gone, was all that you could hear her voice say as Spencer turned his body to fully embrace you, placing your head on his shoulder and sobbing your pain as an effort to quell the ache of your loss.

It took every single ounce of self-control for Spencer not to break down with you, because in that moment, he preferred to swallow his own pain so that he could be your safe space instead. As your sobs slowly subsided, you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would make the pain that invaded your whole body go away.

"I think..." you started, but never finished.

Silence.

"I think you should move away."

You looked at him, baffled, puzzled, hopeful.

"What?" You whispered softly.

"I think staying won't do you any good. And you know I'm right." His gaze never faltered.

You took a deep breath. "M-my mom... Spencer... she doesn't have anyone else. I-I can't do that... to her..." You gulped. The meer thought of leaving felt exhilarating, but you had to stay. You were rooted.

"Your brothers are always around." He replied.

"Not anymore. Much has changed since… since you... left."

"I didn't leave." He said, defensively.

"I didn't accuse you. At least I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

He pressed his lips into a thin line. "Would you consider it? Leaving, I mean?" Please, say yes. Please, say yes. Come with me.

"I would... I don't know, Spencer." Your voice was broken. "Too... too much is going on. I can't just... go."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"There's dad. And now mom. And that stupid college... I don't know where I fit." You fit next to me, he wanted to scream at you, but he realized it wasn't fair of him to demand anything from you at that moment. "I don't know what path to take without my dad here to guide me." A wet chuckle made its way out of you. He hugged you again.

On a sudden wave of boldness, he stated, "If you stay, this will be your life. If you go, you'll have somewhere to come back to if things go wrong. I—I… I know, um, that I sound very insensitive right now, but that's the truth. Why do you think I went away?"

"I can't." And your tears began again, even harder this time.

He sighed, holding you against his chest once again. Despite the unbearable pain of not being able to help, to persuade you, he decided to respect your decision.

“My father's in a casket. I have got no plans.” You muttered softly. His heart broke for you all over again.

“You've got me. And I've got you.”

Looking up at him, your eyes glimmered with hope. Desperate to believe him, desperate to leave. With him, if he'd have you.

But that wasn't how it worked.

You buried your face on his chest again, willing the tears to stop, to have some control over yourself again.

He held you through it all. He was there for you.

Spencer's stay didn't last long, even though it was filled with an unspoken, desperate beg for you to come with him, even if he didn't quite know how things would work once you accepted. After some thinking, he realized he was asking too much of you for the sake of trying to protect you from what he knew was going to happen. Losing his own father, albeit for a different reason, had changed him permanently and he was scared that you, losing yours, would turn into a different person too. The mere thought of losing you to grief was too much to handle, even if he understood that his pleas were unfair to you, not to mention absurd.

Spencer's brain was turned into a whirlwind of thoughts, all of them desperate to find a way out of this situation, to find a way out to get you out of that place — both physically and mentally. As he stood by your side during your dad's burial, he let you squeeze his hand as if that would somehow make the pain less intense for you. It didn't, but it felt nice to have someone to carry the weight with you.

—

Spencer had joined the FBI at the age of 23, when you were graduating from college. The difference was staggering and it made you laugh the same as it had when he was going to college and you were going to seventh grade. It had been years since you had last met in person, after all, Diana was the main reason he'd go to Vegas, and he didn't go there much because he was often too busy with his studies and his career. Once, he had confided in you, saying that he secretly wished that it would be enough of a good excuse to avoid seeing his mother in a facility and saving them both from the pain. Tonight, though, that would change. You were visiting him in Virginia.

A little nervous, you knocked on his door. Once he answered, you took in his appearance and your heart swelled at the sight. In your eyes, he'd always looked the prettiest, but now… It's like something had shifted: Spencer was all that you saw. And you didn't want to look at anything else anymore.

“Hi,” you greeted in a weak voice. Perhaps the intensity of your smile stole away your will to speak properly.

“You're here.” Spencer muttered, eyes filled with many emotions, but that you decided to read as relief.

“I am.”

“God, it's been so long,” he says, closing the gap between you and him, wrapping his arms around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder, not so subtly trying to smell your perfume. And failing to hide the overdrive when he noticed it was the same from all those years ago, from when you had first kissed.

Pulling away slightly, you cupped his cheeks with both hands and took in his shiny eyes, the ones that you adored so much and now met yours with a new perspective on everything. Once entering his apartment, you found that the place screamed his name, from the scattered books and the endless piles all over his living room. His TV had a documentary in a foreign language on, and you smiled to yourself. Spencer had never changed and, at his core, was still the boy you were once close friends with.

Spencer filled you in on the things you missed. You knew they were mostly about his job because he wasn't one to step out of his comfort zone — not that you'd judge him for it. “I miss having you around, tapping my arm so I know when to stop,” he revealed softly as you two shared a tub of ice cream.

Forget germs, forget pathogens, forget viruses, forget everything. She is here.

You giggled. It set his heart on fire. “Ah, Spencer… You know I only did it when other people were around. Other people are just other people. You're you. And rambling is part of who you are. Don't let that disappear.”

He smiled. You were still you.

“In fact, I have something to tell you.”

His heartbeat fastened, thinking of every possible scenario, reliving every single one of your experiences in the back of his mind. “You… you have something to tell me?” He echoed. He was still him.

Chuckling softly, “I'm glad you're still you, Spencer. I still say your name when people ask me who's my best friend. It's an excuse to relive our favorite stories as I tell them all about you.”

Spencer was left speechless, bashfully looking away from you as he resumed to talk about his days at the FBI. He told you all about his team, the people and what they found on a daily basis. “Do you think it's weird that I study what I do study?”

“No, Spence. You've always had a curious mind. Why do you ask?” You inquired back.

“I don't know… sometimes I think that people find me weird.”

“You're not,” you said, simply. “Your interests are very diverse, and anyone who talks to you will find that out. Being a profiler is not weird.”

He grinned. Your words or arguments about his insecurities throughout your friendship weren't always the most complex, but he always felt better by talking to you. He was never ashamed, never too scared of admitting something or voicing his needs. You made him feel like it was okay to speak, to want, to be. Whatever his limitations were and whatever words he left unspoken, they were never your fault. You'd never frowned at him, not once.

As the night progressed, he filled you in on what he had been doing for fun, mentioning his current readings — one of them on his nightstand. Giddily, you went over to his bedroom to find the novel that he was talking about, so that you could hear him talk about it and recite, by heart, quotes that illustrated his points and interpretation from the book. Upon entering his bedroom, you smiled to yourself. So Spencer. The sand-colored walls, the neat and clean floor, his slightly wrinkled bedsheets, a pile of laundry on top of his bed, a few scattered items on his nightstand — which, by the way, was the same in his mother's house. You had always found it amazingly pretty, the light wood and the black paint that covered the iron of the drawer pulls.

As you reached the piece of furniture and removed the book, you found something scribbled right under where the object had been lying. You were ready to give him a piece of your mind and you opened your mouth, ready to tell him not to ruin the perfect nightstand, but as you turned on the lamp to try and find out what was written there, the writing in black ink made you shiver. You fell silent. It was the date of your first kiss.

Time stopped. Why was that date written there? And why did the possibilities both scared and thrilled you so damn much? You felt someone behind you. “So, you found the book or what?” The question made its way out of his lips in a teasing tone. But, as you turned around softly, the book still clutched tightly in your hands, your eyes questioned him back. Not accusingly, only… curiously.

When he realized what you had discovered, the air left his lungs and he tried desperately to come up with an excuse. It turns out that he hadn't been asked by many people about the meaning of that date — and it's not like he had many visitors, anyway. “I… You… You… Did you… see it?” You managed to nod, weakly.

“What does it mean?” You asked, eyes never leaving his.

Looking away, he replied, “I was scared to forget.”

“Forget?” You inquired, shifting your weight.

“About it…. That night, I mean. about… us.” You gazed at him understandingly once he answered.

“About us?” Funnily enough, now you were the one parroting him. It would have made you chuckle if the situation wasn't that serious.

He breathes out, “Yeah, us.”

A beat of silence. You take a step towards him, and his breath hitches. “Have you forgotten?”

He searches your face. Upon finding nothing but support, he reveals, “There's not a single day I don't remember that moment.” You gulp and he takes a step closer, which makes your grip on the book tighten even more. You closed your eyes — a silent invitation, but it makes him falter once he doesn't have your eyes to navigate him through what he's supposed to do.

I'm glad you're still you, Spencer.

Encouraged by the memory of your words from moments ago and the presence of you, he closes the distance between you, once and for all. There's nothing that could hold him back from loving you once your lips touch and press together in a kiss that makes the book fall to your feet as your hands find their place on the back of his neck.

On any other day, Spencer Reid would be pissed upon seeing someone drop a book, let alone a considerably heavy one, on his feet — that's absurd. That moment, though, he couldn't care less as he squeezed your waist, as if trying to convince himself that you were there, that it was real, and that he finally got to do what he has always wanted.

Spencer and you had been through many firsts during the time you've known each other; some good firsts and some pretty bad firsts. But, there was a quote, from ‘Doctor Who’, that you always reminded him and yourself whenever things got too tough:

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant."

As long as he had you to soften the bad things and had your company during the bad things that made the good ones unimportant, Spencer figured that life would be a pile of more good than bad things.

[wrioluvr]

flirty playboy x mature male reader

this stupid ass meme had been on my mind forever and i realised how funny it would be to have a slutty playboy who just sleeps with anyone to seriously pine over a more mature, secure guy who doesn't fall for any of his shallow charms and tricks.... here are just some blurbs of their dynamic (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

his name is roman. he's a little toxic, but he just wants to be loved.

cw: some smut, top male reader

it all started with a little night out. you didn't do those often, due to devoting most of your time towards work and earning a stable career, but finishing this particularly gruelling assignment called for a celebration. at the bar, dancing with your friends, a good-looking man with a playful glint in his eyes approached you full of bravado. he told you how handsome you were, and had been eyeing you from across the room for a while now. but from a single glance, you could tell he was the type to break hearts. beach-blonde dyed hair, a tight fitting tank top revealing his muscular build, an eyebrow piercing, the way his mouth curled up so subtly into a little smirk.... he was everything you knew to avoid getting serious with. but a little hookup couldn't hurt, right? you deserved a little fun.

and it didn't hurt you at all. a few failed relationships had made you wise beyond your years, knowing to easily seperate the good guys from the bad. you knew your self-worth. roman, on the other hand, was absolutely smitten. no other man had fucked him THIS good, gave him such gentle aftercare, and even let him stay as long as he needed. the way you so effortlessly lifted his legs up to thrust in and out of him at a rhythmic pace, or fondling his tits and squeezing his nipples softly while you hit it from the back, or tenderly running your fingers down his spine, arching it sensually.... he loved it all. it was clear to him that you prioritised his pleasure as much as your own, and it showed in how he orgasmed several times before you even came in him once, panting breathlessly while wearing the sluttiest expression of his life. it was nothing like any of the men he had sex with before. afterwards, you let him stay the night in a guest room, and even brewed a cup of coffee for him in the morning.

roman was damn near tears when you offered to drop him off at his house before you headed off to work. if he was being honest with himself, his insecurities were the root of his constant need for sexual intimacy, so being treated with genuine kindness for once was new to him.

"is dropping you off here alright?" you ask, turning into the road of his apartment complex.

"y-yeah...." he looks out the window, unsure how to look you in the eyes.

"okay. thanks for last night. stay safe." your words carried an air of finality to them, like you were so sure the two of you would never cross paths again. he didn't like that.

"uh, uh......" he stuttered, all his usual flirtatiousness thrown out the window as he couldn't meet your gaze. "could i... get your number?"

your friendly smile froze on your face. "uhhhh.... sorry, i'm not really looking for anything serious right now."

he quickly regained his composure, charm turned up to the max. shifting his tank top so more of his chest was exposed and you could notice his nipples protruding, roman whispered in a low tone, "that's okay! we can just be casual... and fuck anytime you like." a wink. a hand on your thigh.

"jeez... okay, no offense, but i've heard rumours from my friends that you're a bit of a... playboy. i'm not interested in being your toy, sorry."

roman's face flushed in embarrassment, knowing what you said was true. except the part on him seeing you as a toy. that was untrue. he could feel a warmth growing from the pit of his stomach at the thought of spending more time with you. were these... butterflies?

maybe begging would work.

"okay fine, i am a bit of a player... but please, please, pleaseeeeeee.... let's be in contact, okay? as friends?" roman sniffled pathetically, shaking your shoulder in desperation. he needed to be in your presence. why weren't his usual maneating tactics working?!?!

"alright. here you go. just don't spam me or anything, okay? i gotta go for work. see you." you sigh, a little exasperated but choosing not to let it show. he immediately lit up, typing your number in his contacts and saving many hearts next to your name. you prayed your acts of basic human decency wouldn't cause him to catch feelings. you needed to focus on your job right now.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

3:02pm

[romanbabyxx]

hiiiiiii

[romanbabyxx]

i know you said not to spam you but like

[romanbabyxx]

i miss u

[romanbabyxx]

can we meet up at the bar for drinks or something like that? please?

3:10pm

you check the messages on your phone, rolling your eyes and ignoring them. he was probably sending this text to at least three other guys right now. he had a history of cheating, based on what you heard from your friends. you weren't going to be another one of his victims.

5:35pm

[romanbabyxx]

are u ignoring me?

[romanbabyxx]

im sorryyyyyyyy

[romanbabyxx]

pls hit me back when ur free

7.30 pm

[name]

sorry, just got off work. will be super busy this week, so not free. mb.

[romanbabyxx]

oh, its okay! next week then?

[name]

i'll see

this went on for a few weeks, you constantly evading his invitations, being polite and professional, never too intimate over text. roman was starting to get fed up. he's so used to getting everything he wants, he doesn't know what to do when he actually has to work for the one he desires. he actually hadn't hooked up with anyone since your one night stand, but you didn't believe that.

roman was at his wits' end. he could only think of one final plan to get your attention.

trying to make you jealous.

over the next week, he hooked up with any and everyone he met in the bar, not bothering to keep his slutting around discreet. he wanted you to hear the rumours. he wanted you to feel a sense of unease within your very being. he wanted you to feel possessive. he wanted you, to want him. the whole time, even as he was getting fucked, he could only imagine you caressing him, holding him close, loving him.

his deeds didn't go unnoticed. your friends told you about it, yet you didn't feel anything in the slightest. you were right, after all... he forgot about you within a week and moved on to whichever poor man he would leave high and dry next.

the next time you bumped into him at the bar, roman was his usual, party-loving self, excitedly slinging an arm around you, a drink in hand. his plan had to work, surely? you would be begging to have him back. but yet, when he offhandedly (yet so intentionally) mentioned how much dick he had been getting the past week, anticipating your change in expression, nothing happened. "oh. good for you." was all you said.

he sputtered, flustered by your calm demeanour. didn't you care? at all?! "but.... but.... aren't you jealous? that i've been hooking up with other guys?!"

you stare at him, a genuine quzzical expression plastered across your face. "why would i be? it's not like we're dating or anything. it was just a one time thing."

your words hit like a knife through his heart. he clutched his chest dramatically, a pout forming on his lips. "i'll be faithful! i promise!" his words came out more desperate than he intended. he felt so vulnerable, so naked, yet you were the face of serenity. your unimpressed eyes stared through his soul, as if you were scrutinising his very core. he knew you could heal him, make him feel loved, but he was starting to doubt there was any possibility you would feel the same.

"i'm sure that's what you said to the last guy you cheated on."

.

.

.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

i intended for this to be lighthearted but why was it actually kinda depressing tbh

[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.

That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.

The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.

So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.

Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.

He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.

Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.

Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.

"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."

He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."

"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.

"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."

"At least you know your limits."

"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."

"It was."

"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."

Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"A few times," she blushed.

"Well, it needs to be said more!"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."

Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.

"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.

"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.

The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!

"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!

"An-an answer?"

"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."

They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!

Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.

"-even listening?"

Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.

Good job not panicking, Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

[sillyuin]

hi <3! was wondering if i can get svt reaction to yn being completely oblivious to them flirting with her? subtle things like while she’s just ranting about her day they’d move closer to her and she’d absentmindedly put her hand on their chest to push them away still running her mouth, just completely unaware of what’s happening. and even the most obvious things like compliments or physical touch, yn is blind to it and it’s so frustrating to them

so yeah, hope you see this! ❤️

Hi! I'm sorry for being so late 😭 i've been very busy with job and housework, but it's finally here.

Svt reacts: Flirting vs clueless s/o. Who will win?

Yuin's note: barely proofread. I'ts 1 am and I'm tired.

Seungcheol. Staring at your face.

I mean, he likes to just stare at you as if he's watching the prettiest person in the world, but when Seungcheol wants to be especially flirty, he stares at you fondly and smiling with the whole intention to make your heart skip a beat, he even glances at your lips, as if he were trying to say something. Most of the time that's enough to make you really, really shy but when is not... Geez, he has to breathe in and ends up pouting a little (Probably one or two pecks will make him feel better).

Jeonghan. Teasing.

Is like his default love language, making harmless jokes to see you flustered all over him is just so fun to watch. But, is he really just trying to be a teaser, or is there something else behind? "I took the chair, but you can sit on my lap" he said one day, sitting at your desktop, with the most mischievous smile possible. But you didn't fall for his charm and as you kept your annoyed face, he stood up and sighed "Okay, all yours". And you better be ready because he's not forgetting so easy, and will keep teasing you just a little (yeah, a little) more than usual.

Joshua. Back hugging.

When Joshua wants your attention only and only for him, he goes where you are to hug you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulders and crossing his arms around your waist. Oh, he loves it so much is so tender, but he gets lowkey hurt when you don't react in any way because, how come you don't realize his intentions? Is really doing the dishes way more important than his warm hugs? Now, this is personal and Joshua won’t let you go, take it as a punishment for being so clueless (reward or punishment?).

Jun. Tickles.

For him, tickles is the perfect excuse to be closer to you. It's so obvious that hurts lol. Most of the time you melt in his touch, and you both end up laughing and sharing some kisses, but sometimes you're minding your business, too busy to realize that Jun wants to get your attention. Better get ready because you'll have a pouty little cat going around the apartment, and will NOT forget your offense unless you give him extra cuddles before bed.

Hoshi. Random "facts".

At the least appropriate time, he would come to find you. "Did you know that there is a minimum number of kisses that a person should receive per day to be healthy?" he says with a very serious expression on his face. And there you are, standing in the middle of the living room while you're brushing your teeth; your soulless expression says all. Hoshi turns around and pretends nothing happened, but in his mind, he's sitting in the corner staring at the walls.

Wonwoo. Making compliments out of nowhere.

He likes to pour you with sweet words, like how much he appreciates your homemade food, or that you did it great at work. From time to time, he thinks is fun to be a little sassy and his praises are very, very intentional. “New gloss?” he says, grinning at you “It looks good” and for some frigging reason you just start talking about how you got it? Babe, Wonu doesn’t care that much that you bought it because your favorite gloss wasn’t on stock, but now he feels a little shy to speak and just lets you tell the whole story.

Woozi. Playing with your hair.

When it comes to be openly flirty, Woozi tends to be a little coy. You rarely notice it since it's very common for him to be around you, caressing your hair and playing with the strands in complete silence. So when you get distracted he places a strand behind your ear, exposing your neck. But when he's so close to place a kiss, you jump like a scared kitten. "No! It tickles!" Woozi looks down, defeated, as you move away. "Sorry, be right back" and he locks himself in his room for the next hour.

Minghao. Holding your hand.

He thinks your hands are more than just pretty. Hao likes to take one of them when you're sitting by his side, scrolling on your phone or watching TV. He's so subtle that most of the times you don't feel how he traces your hand with his fingers and when you realize, it’s because your hands are intertwined and he’s holding his laughter. “How low you’ve been like this?” but Minghao just giggles. You end up doing the same and then resume your activity, letting him laughing low in embarrassment and biting his lips as a sign of frustration.

Mingyu. Resting on your lap.

He's very straightforward when it comes to flirting with you. Mingyu likes to wait patiently for you to sit on the couch or the bed and then he goes, at first making some (pretty obvious) questions "What are you doing?" "Is that a new book?" and as you're talking, his hands rest on your thigh, gently stroking your skin with his thumb, but you're so immerse in the topic and he goes completely unnoticed... And before you even notice, there's a flustered Mingyu resting his head on your lap, tracing small circles on your thigh as if he had been punished.

Dokyeom. Taking photos.

He already has a folder with your name and an unhealthy number of photos; Seokmin just never gets tired, you're so used to it that most of the time don't realize that he's actually trying to hit on you. "Just let me take a picture, you look so beautiful today!" And after giving him an awkward smile, you're getting back to your stuff.  Seokmin is a bit disappointed but with a bunch of new photos of his precious person, so is not that bad (at least is what he says to himself trying to not lose his mind).

Seungkwan. Scolding.

I know, it may sound like a bit harsh but when he's scolding you, Seungkwan tries to make it as tender as possible, it doesn't feel like scolding and actually, he uses this as a cheap excuse to be extra lovely. "Don't sleep too late, you're getting dark circles" he says in a soft voice while caressing your checks "you're too pretty for that, don't you think?". He waits for you to take the bait and when you laugh on him, saying that he's being a little dramatic, Seungkwan doesn't hide his disappointment. "Okay, keep watching your series" he says getting up from the couch "but don't you dare to complain later!"

Vernon. Placing his arm on your shoulders.

A classic that never dies and his favorite, Vernon likes to do it all the time: when watching movies, chatting, watching videos together; is a like a very subtle invitation to get closer to him, and somehow, most of the time you’re just minding your business and leave him waiting for you to notice. And yeah, he’s very patient, but everything has a limit. "Come here, babe" then he places his hand on your shoulder and brings you closer to his chest. And don't you dare to move, because there's no way he let you go now.

Dino. Calling your name.

Usually, he calls you by pet names or your name in diminutive, reserving the use of your name for special occasions. However, it doesn't always end the way he expected. “Did I do something wrong?” you ask him just after he called you by your name, and when Chan sees your big doe eyes, his smile fades. “Is just that… I feel like you’re mad at me”. At this point his intentions doesn’t matter anymore, he just hugs you and tries not cry in his disappointment.

[kasssscali]

If the request are still open, may I request some jealous Jax headcanons please? (Not dating the reader yet) thank you! ♡♡♡

A/N: yessiiiir Also requests are still closed, this person requested when they where open and I now just got to that

I definitely see Jax being the type to get jealous easily, I have previously stated that he absolutely adores and craves any form of attention

it explains why he’s such a dick all the time

it takes him forever to realize that he’s catching feelings for someone, and that certain someone was YOU

its honestly infuriating to Jax, he can’t explain why he feels that way when it comes to you, at first he doesn’t know what it even is

During his stage of denial and questioning, his focus is on you a lot

what your doing, what your up to, and even potential dark fears he can find out

but seeing you get along so well with the other circus members instead of him, hurts him deep down

he’s in denial, and tries to shrug off that he doesn’t care at all

You apparently get along great with Kinger the most, the HOOHA of all people

“What do you see in that guy anyway?” He’ll straight up ask you about that, he’s very detailed with his facial expressions and you can see the visible annoyance in his face

Kinger is just a friend to you, “mhm, yeah sure” He’ll sell that attitude with an eye roll

he doesn’t want anyone knowing how much this is actually getting to him

Jax doesn’t hide his feelings when it comes to anger, annoyance, and anything frustrated related

and it’s so obvious that he’s frustrated with you being supposedly GREAT friends with Kinger

little does he know that his attitude pushes you away more, in order for Jax to come to terms with his emotions he needs someone to tell his to his face

him trying to figure out the problem let alone solve it is nearly impossible

When you start giving some attention to Jax, he’ll go right back to his usual self of being a dick

but now he’s especially a dick to YOU, which kind of proves that deep down he needed your attention

The two of you aren’t official, and Jax has no idea what he is feeling and how to deal with it

he’ll follow you around casually, he won’t in the slightest make a big deal about his little obsession with you

he’s not afraid to express his annoyance to you, if it seems like your shrugging him off his attitude is going to switch up real quick and it gets to the point where it makes you snap

”what are you in love with me or something?!”

Jax stares at you offensively, and he’s dead quiet for a second

”pppsssshhh! No” He‘ll wave his hand at you dismisvely “what makes you even think that?~”

but what you said can’t get out of his head, then it’s up to Zooble to help him out

I think that Zooble can easily read people, and sees the crush that he is oblivious too

[krkiiz]

sly swordsman . luke castellan x reader

luke decides to distract you by confessing in the middle of a duel

luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of apollo , luke being head over heels , confessions , fluff , slight teasing

note : sorry if there are lots of mistakes, i wrote this on my phone with nail extensions and it’s so hard to type pls help 😭😭 apologies for grammars n errors, i’ll edit them tmrw hehe (also this is my first time writing pjo n fight scenes so i hope it’s decent!)

let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

“Let’s go Kayla! Beat his ass!” Shout one of your fellow half-siblings along with boos from the opposing side.

Clanking of swords can be heard from miles away. Today the children of Hermes and Apollo are scheduled to a joint swordsmanship practice. Where the two cabins will have to engage on a 1v1 duel against another.

Right now stands in the center of the battlefield is your half sister Kayla, along with one of Hermes’ son. Kayla is known to be a skilled archer just like any of Apollo’s children. But that doesn’t mean she can’t beat the swift son of Hermes.

The battle ends her sword pointed right at his throat as he gives a sign of defeat to his opponent. The children of Apollo cheers with glee as they congratulate their half sister.

The two retreat, their places soon replaced by none other than their head counselors. Luke and you approach the center of the battlefield as your fellow half-siblings watch in anticipation.

It is so secret that Luke is an outstanding swordsman. As his skills rivals Ares and Athena’s children themselves, you knew he was a challenging opponent.

Well that’s a good thing you love challenges.

“I admit my defeat on our archery battle last week. But now, let me show you how good I am with the blade, Yn.” He smirks as the two of you start circling one another.

“Must’ve hurt your ego, Castellan.” A chuckle left your lips like honey and Luke suppresses the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

“Let’s see how good you really are, Son of Hermes.”

The two of you got in your positions, fingers tightly gripping on the sword and the shield, waiting for a sign to charge.

The hornet blows and Luke wastes no time to charge forward. The point of his blade almost piercing the epidermis of your skin before you block him with your own sword.

Luke knows better than to underestimate you. Sure, you are the daughter of the god of Archery, not swordsmanship. But everyone knows that you are an outstanding dancer and you treat the battlefield like it is your stage.

Your movements swift and laced with elegance. It’s always extremely difficult to predict your next moves. Your footing carefully calculated as you deflect all of his upcoming attacks.

Luke is also quick to encounter your offense as he blocks the side your blade that was aiming at his neck.

With such close proximity, Luke can see how the sun compliments your e/c irises. Complimenting every contrast and detail of the pupil.

Gods were your eyes always this beautiful? Were you always this beautiful?

Luke feels himself caught in a trance just for a second before earning back his composure. But one second is enough for you trip his leg leading him to fall right on his back as he looses his grip on his sword.

The sides of your blade nearly makes contact with his neck as you lay above him giving him a look of triumph.

“Yn, have I told you how beautiful you look on top of me right now?” The boy starts causing you to roll your eyes and scoff at his antics.

“Yeah, try again because that’s not going to work on me, Luke.” You press the blade against his adam’s apple causing him to wince slightly.

The crowd wonders on what was happening and why hasn’t Luke gave a sign of defeat knowing well that being under your sword doesn’t give him a good chance at winning.

They fail to see how his right hand is slowly reaching discreetly trying to get ahold of his fallen blade.

Luke lets out a lighthearted chuckle, his eyes never leaving yours. “I like you, Yn. Let’s go on a date.”

Now this caught you off guard. “What?”

The sly swordsman took your state to his advantage as he unclasps his knee from your hold and flipped your positions, your sword disregard in the process.

With his blade firm in his right hand, now it’s his turn to reside his sword against your neck, just like you did to him a few seconds ago.

You try fighting back but he just tuts and starts applying more pressure to his blade before you finally give the sign of defeat.

The Hermes cabin roared with glee congratulating their win, knowing that their head counselor will never fail them.

Luke quickly stands his ground giving you a helping hand, in which you accepted with a smile. He pulls you up against him, the sudden movement made you loose your footing but he’s quick to steady you with his free hand placed on your waist.

“So, about that date.”

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