#rights of rank and file

[556betrayed]

Not a great look for TWU 556 professional standards. When does it stop? Flight Attendants deserve better representation.

[impossiblefeat]

Espio says a lot of proverbs and idioms.

And here's a couple Japanese ones you might not know about:

"Being kicked by a horse" is a Japanese proverb. It's based off an old poem (dodoitsu) from the Edo period:

人の恋路を邪魔する奴は馬に蹴られて死んじまえ Hito no koiji o jama suru yatsu wa uma ni kera rete shinjimae

People who meddle in other's love affairs, get kicked by a horse and die.

When you get a C rank in Sonic Heroes, Espio says the Japanese idiom: 平平凡凡 heihei bonbon

Heibon (平凡) means "ordinary" and repeating it like this emphasizes something as very ordinary or mediocre.

When you get a D rank in Sonic Heroes (he also says it in some event dialogue in SHTH 2005) Espio says the Japanese proverb: 油断大敵 yudantaiteki

This is translated to: Carelessness is one’s greatest enemy. (in this case) It can also be translated as: don't let your guard down / danger comes soonest when it is despised.

[cienie-isengardu]

[chopshajen]

Janos got to be just a little bit scary in the session today (not with an actual Intimidation check bc they, inexplicably, have a -1 to that despite being muscly and covered in scars bc oh no it’s a CHA check) bc an enemy soldier recognized them as the main person wanted for murdering dozens of soldiers from the Dwendalian Empire

And you know what? Good for them. They’ve been through a lot, they’ve killed two dragons, they survived torture, they deserve to be scary

[medicinemane]

"Watch Kamala COOK TRUMP… then EAT HIM ALIVE!"

So… youtube has decided I love the most annoying left wing pundits (don't know what I did to deserve it), but they have some of the most amazing titles for their stuff like… uh huh, surprised no one else is reporting on this pretty massive election update, but you probably know what you're talking about crazy youtuber

(Now we know why he brought up Hannibal at that one rally, he was warning us)

(You know what, I mostly trust you people, but not 3 reblogs down and I'm not talking politics with loonies. So no reblogs, but you have my permission to plagiarize anything in this post for your own post, steal away on that title... I can even track you down a source... sadly I'm not funny enough to just randomly write that)

[235uranium]

tbh the only things left that I care strongly about are fusing lucifer and *maybe* trying to complete everything I can of the compendium. I don't rly wanna waste the cash tho, since this'll probably become my ng+ save. could try to get as many of the thieves ult weapons? oh and I need to get the inferno skill card bc I didn't max shinya

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage

The thing is, Tim didn't mean to put it on. He was just kind of playing with it to keep his hands busy while he was thinking about the recent murder case. GCPD had their hands full with the serial robbers that didn't rank high enough to catch Batman's attention, and Tim never had a problem with helping the police if he had time.

And the ring was a perfect fidget toy, if he is being honest. Small and plain enough not to distract him, but the round stone in the middle was loosely attached, making it able to spin inside the frame. Which is what he did, again and again, like those fidget spinners.

Of course, he was just destined to drop it sooner or later. And then, when he reached under the table to pick it up, his finger caught inside the ring, and, well.

The ring was now firmly on his finger.

The problem was that he couldn't take it off.

It wasn't stuck, at least not in the general sense of it - Tim could easily spin it around, and it wasn't tight. But it wasn't loose either, and as soon as he tried to move it past the knuckle, the ring heavily disagreed, almost like shrinking down and absolutely refusing to be detached.

Barbara suggested soap, which didn't work. Dick tried for a more mechanical approach, first with pliers and then with a laser, which the ring resisted with no effort. Cass, who was actually the one who brought the damned thing into the Cave after one of her adventures in Hong Kong, just smiled and shrugged, which was of no help either. Damian offered to cut the finger off, which probably would have helped, but Tim rather liked all his limbs attached.

Bruce called Constantine. The magician took one look at the ring, barked a humorless laugh, and pat Tim on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Congrats, mate," he said, a wry smile on his lips, "I hope you file for divorce."

Although, while all the rest of the Bats and Birds devolved into fits of hysterical laughter (Steph), indignant sputtering (Damian), and cries of outrage (everyone else sans Alfred, who was pointedly unimpressed), Tim couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. Really, his life had been a shitshow since he was around ten. It's not like he didn't expect himself to be accidentally married to some otherworldly magical creature by this point.

The worst part - worse than the actual engagement, that is - was that Constantine couldn't exactly tell them who the spouse was.

What he did say was that the Ring belonged to the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, and Eyes of Universe. But those were only titles, and, as John Constantine begrudgingly admitted, there has been a change in the management recently, so no one really knew what the new almighty monarch looked like or what they were, much less their whereabouts.

"You can't blame me for not being keen to find out, though," John said, wincing, "The last one was a bloody tyrant, and the Realms operate under the right of conquest rule."

At least, the mage assured them that since the being had not yet come to collect their shiny new spouse, they might never show up at all. The Ring has been lost for ages after all, so maybe the King didn't even remember having one. Or, the previous King didn't, and the new one didn't know about or didn't care.

The first week after the incident, they spent anxiously researching and worrying. Bruce even went as far as making Tim wear a tracker at all times, which was not great, but he did appreciate the gesture. Kind of.

After the first month with no sign of any changes, the worry started to abate. In half a year, most of the family stopped trying to keep an eye on Tim at all times lest he suddenly disappeared. Two years later, even Tim himself treated the Ring as a natural part of his daily life. The stone inside was still a great fidget toy, engagement or not.

Three years, one month, and five days after Tim first put the Ring on his finger, when the world was falling apart and breaking in front of him and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it anymore, Tim pressed his lips to the cold, dark strip of unknown metal on his finger.

"Whoever you are, I don't even care, please," he whispered in a useless prayer, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, "please, help."

And the world came to a stop with a short, amused chuckle.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

[part 2 ->]

[lay-z]

cotton candy clouds | 1

Synopsis: Due to his rank, status, and many combat achievements, Lieutenant Riley is assigned an emotional support hybrid by the brass; whether he likes it or not.

Pairing: handler!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x dog!hybrid!fem!Reader Warnings/Info: 18+ MDNI | Reader is a purebred Samojede (dog)hybrid. Despite ears, tails, and their adapted nature/instincts and personalities, hybrids have human features. | bimbo!Reader; hypersexuality; dom/sub elements; heavy smut; tw: past (sexual) abuse/manipulation; cussing; fluff; angst; hurt/comfort; eventual romance; strangers to lovers; dub-con elements (Some warnings only apply to future parts!)

☁ ccc; masterlist

Simon remembers telling Price to ‘piss off with that shite’ when the latter had approached him with the brass’ announcement of granting the Lieutenant the rare permission to become the handler of an emotional support hybrid.

There aren’t many officers on base who are allowed to have one, and Simon knows why that is. In his opinion, the whole handler/hybrid deal has all the negative connotations of a toxic and borderline abusive relationship, and Simon simply doesn’t want to be part of that.

Did anyone of those fuckers ever bother to read his file? He bloody well doubts it.

He does respect the official handlers and trainers of the military K9’s on base, though. Whatever bond they share was forged and solidified in battle and goes way beyond that odd and shallow power play that happens between some officers and their so-called “pets”.

So, Simon said no to the offer, firmly and several times at that. He doesn’t care for the bloody permission, no matter how rare it is, no matter how fellow soldiers who’d caught rumour about it had blatantly stated their envy about the possibility of gaining a hybrid pet themselves. Truthfully, Simon becomes sick to his stomach whenever one of the other officers and NCO’s talk about wanting to own a pretty pleasure puppy; something dumb and docile to have fun and unwind with in their time off duty.

Fucking hell. No, Simon doesn’t want to be part of that, let alone be responsible of some freakish hybrid mutt.

Weeks pass, both thoughts and arguments about hybrids and handlers are pushed back and filed away in some nook inside Simon’s mind as he falls back into his daily grind and familiar routine; running drills, paperwork, field trainings, preparing for missions, more paperwork.

Until one fateful day in January.

The UK weather has been more terrible lately; icy rain and howling winds beating down on base while Simon was trying to keep the rookies in line at the shooting range. By the end of the day, his fatigues were drenched and clinging to his broad frame while the chill was seeping through his pale skin, settling into his bones; making his limbs heavy and turning them stiff as if he’d carried a rucksack full of boulders on his back for a week straight.

The moment Simon arrives at the front door to his flat on base, though, the hairs at the back of his neck bristle immediately. The hallway is empty, but–

Something isn’t right. He can practically sense that someone was here, perhaps even inside his place in the worst case.

Halting in his measured steps while his breathing levels out to that eerie shallowness he’s adapted to on missions, his ears perk up under his skull balaclava as he listens for any odd noises coming from inside. Unable to pick up anything unusual, Simon still chooses to rather be safe than sorry as he reaches for his pistol in the holster strapped to his right thigh.

Simon manages to open the front door without any noise before he slips inside effortlessly, living up to his name as a ghost as he stalks through his flat on high alert; checking the small storage room before sneaking down the short, dark hallway leading up to his open living room. He can bloody sense that something is different, that someone has tampered with his safe space; he can smell the lingering scent of cigarette smoke, sweat, and tangy cologne even through his damp balaclava.

The sight that greets him on his old, tattered couch when he eventually flips on the light switch, is unlike anything he expected and Simon’s whole body tenses, eyes widening comically as if he’s met face to face by a firing squad.

But it’s just you, a bloody dog hybrid, curled up on his couch like you belong there–which you don’t.

And Simon slowly lowers his pistol, watches your fluffy white ears appear from under your hair as they perk up before you lift your head, like pristine cotton balls popping open in the sunlight; your body uncurling and stretching slowly while you squint against the bright yellow drop-light.

“What the bloody… fuck,” Simon breathes, chest deflating with a deep sigh as he puts his pistol back into his holster, securing it once more. Dark eyes flicker around the room before he catches a large black suitcase next to what looks like a gift basket.

Simon approaches the basket the way he would a bomb threat while his vigilant eyes keep shifting towards you as if you could attack him any moment, although you’re clearly still waking up, all discombobulated and sleep-drunk.

When Simon catches a clear view at the assortment of goodies and the black folder tucked between them inside the basket, his cold heart stutters and his blood freezes in his veins. At the sight of the pale pink collar with its matching leash, the vein in his temple throbs with a mixture of fury and revulsion.

The sound of your soft, sickly-sweet voice chirping out a greeting nearly makes his wretched soul leave his body. “Hi… Hello.”

Simon takes a step back, needing a protective wall at his back and as much space between himself and you as possible as he tries to assess the situation.

“How the fuck did you get inside my flat?” Simon mutters under his breath, dark eyes widening when he realizes the thumping in his ears doesn’t match his rapid heartbeat but belongs to your fluffy white tail gently wagging against the soft leather of his couch; just as fluffy and white as your ears, like freshly made cotton candy.

“I was brought here and told to wait for my new handler,” you answer as your head tilts to the side curiously, gazing up at the large man with bright doe-eyes. “Are you Simon?”

Simon’s narrowed eyes widen instantly again at the sound of your voice uttering his name so sweetly, so... casually. It makes him sick to his stomach, and he swallows back the sour taste in his mouth as it fills with saliva.

“Who the fuck brought you ‘ere?”

He needs a name, so he knows who to beat to a pulp before he grabs the first poor bastard who crosses his path next.

“Uhm–oh!” Your small, triangle-shaped ears perk up, and the giggle you let out makes Simon grimace underneath his mask. “They had silly names for humans,” you tell him, still giggling softly to yourself before adding: “Gaz and Soap.”

Simon huffs in exasperation and pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course, it explains the “special orders” his bloody Sergeants had gotten from Price today; the reason he couldn’t attend today’s training session. And suddenly, it all clicks into place.

“You’re all wet, Simon,” you remark about his appearance; sweet voice laced with a concern so genuine that is has his spine tense and his stomach churn with aversion. “Are you not cold?”

He wants to bark at you to stop calling him by his name, to stop trying to appeal to him just because your bloody stupid nature tells you to, to stop imprinting on your so called “new handler” just because someone told you that you belong to him now. He wants you out of his flat and out of his life before anything terrible and out of his control can take root and blossom behind his ribcage.

“Get up,” he snaps at you before his thoughts can spiral any further and he almost, almost feels bad when you flinch in your seat, ducking your head submissively while your ears flatten against your head. “I’m taking you back. You’re not staying here, lass.”

“W-What?” Your face drops, your fluffy tail stops wagging; eyes glossing over as you begin to tremble and shrink on the spot. The sound of your soft whine only angers Simon more, because it tugs on his heartstring, makes his protective instincts flare.

“You heard me. Get up and grab your fuckin’ suitcase. ’m taking you back to wherever you came from.”

When Simon glances back at you, something mean and violent lodges itself into his chest cavity; twisting and squeezing his rotten heart as soon as he sees the devastated look on your face; ears drooping and shoulders slouching in defeat while another soft whine vibrates in your chest.

“Okay,” you answer eventually, snivelling when fat tear breaches your lower lash line and runs down your supple cheek as you untuck your legs from under yourself to move off the couch. “Okay…”

There’s a shrill ringing in his ears when Simon’s mouth seems to move on its own, making a decision for him. “Wait. Stay–Stay right where you bloody are.”

And you immediately do as you’re told, like the obedient pup you obviously are, settling back and perking up again as you blink dumbly at the brutish man with bright, big eyes and an expectant look that makes Simon groan internally before he reaches into one of his many pockets to retrieve his old smartphone.

He mutters and curses under his breath as the cracked screen lights up, and it doesn’t take long for him to find his Captain’s name in his short contact list. Simon taps the screen with his gloved thumb to call the man, ready to argue tooth and nail to have you picked up by from his flat again, so he doesn’t have to deal with it.

Simon’s jaw is clenched tightly while his sharp gaze keeps flickering back to you, still not quite believing you’re not some stress-induced hallucination, or nightmare.

It takes two rings before Price picks up.

“Ghost–“

Simon inhales deeply. “Price–“

“Getting acquainted with your new companion, son? She’s quite the sweetheart. Easy on the eyes, too, judging by what the lads told me.”

His chest deflates, air rushing from his lungs in a long exhale. That comment alone is enough to make him even more furious. “I don’t want her. Take her back to wherever she came from, Captain.”

There’s a beat of tense silence before Price speaks up again, and Simon can hear the squeak of the old office chair as the other man leans back in it.

“Did you read her file yet?”

“No, should I?” Simon counters gruffly, feeling his patience grow thinner by the second.

“Aye, son, I suggest you should.”

“Gimme the short version, Price. I’m this close to handing her over to the next lucky bloke who passes by my fuckin’ flat.”

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Price says decisively on the other; his gruff voice way too calm for Simon’s liking. “She’s a rescue, Lieutenant. Got rescued from one of those terrible puppy mills.”

That makes Simon shut up as his eyes flicker over to you; softening somewhat when his eyes lock with yours. You keep watching him with the slightest pout, waiting for orders or for him to finally send you away. He’s still considering it, though the revelation of your background makes him hesitate for some odd reason. Empathy.

“Simon?”

Simon squeezes the phone harder in his grip; hard enough he thinks he might break it once and for all. “You better find a new handler for her, Captain.” He bites out through clenched teeth. “It’s not gonna be me.”

Price sighs. “Alright.” There is another pause and Simon can hear it when Price scratches his coarse beard in contemplation before he speaks up again. “Just keep an eye on her for the night, aye? I’ll make the necessary arrangement to have her transferred to someone else.”

“Good. She can stay for one night. One. Night.” Simon growls before hanging up.

The soft sound of your tail thumping against the couch catches his attention again and when he looks back at you, you’re practically beaming at him.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

[i2sunric]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 (l.hs)

PAIRING: demon!heeseung x angel!reader (f)

SUMMARY: in a world where you either become angels or demons in the afterlife, heeseung and you were fates of high ranking. despite all the strict rules cast upon you, you two couldn't help but drown in the forbidden feeling of your love.

WARNINGS: kinktober. frforbidden love, mentions of blood and wounds, angels and demons, lucifer and God (i do not intend to offend anyone), sexual tension, smut, dry humping, making out, missionary, this is basically love making, cream pie, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!) fluff, pet names (angel, baby), bad jokes abt heaven and hell (lame ik), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 26th October 2024

WC: 3.7k

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NOW PLAYING: MATCH MADE IN HELL by Dutch Melrose and benny mayne

a/n: honestly (yet again) i don’t really like how it turned out, lol. the smut is mid and isn’t very filthy but hey, i tried. please lmk your thoughts and REBLOG to spread 🫶🩷. i’m not sure i’ll publish my other kinktober works (vampire sunghoon and werewolf jay), cause i won’t be able to finish them on time.

In a world where in the afterlife you become either angels and demons, based on the amount of sins one commits in their previous life, you were the wisest angel.

Of course, being God’s right arm didn’t always mean having cool jobs, like at that moment, while you were searching through all the death certificates of your chosen region to see who would become an angel and find him a place in heaven.

You remembered how it used to be overcrowded, but now it was almost empty.

After a certain amount of time, you stopped being someone’s guardian angel to either reincarnate or stay the eternity in heaven, helping newbie angels and making sure everything was at peace.

Demons would always try to bring chaos into the mundane world, throwing unlucky cards or haunting people’s dreams, trying to drive them insane or make them commit crimes, such as murder, mugging or even as cruel as suicide.

At least, you were given a room to rest for a couple of hours and to be able to do your job properly.

It was white, mostly, with a little bit of beige and pinkish tone. Glittery as well.

Sitting on your desk, you were scanning through the nth file of the night when you heard a loud cracking sound and a groan behind you.

You turned around just to see that Heeseung had teleported there, a deep frown on his face caused by the even deeper cut in his chest, where blood was spilling out.

“Heeseung!” You gasped, and he stumbled as you stood up.

He was the nastiest demon of hell, you two had arrived around at the same time and had always been in a fight since the beginning of your astral days.

Heeseung chuckled, his face paler than usual as he clutched the gash on his chest “It’s just a little cut.” He tried to brush it off, though you were sure if any human had that kind of injury, it would’ve been fatal.

He limped forward, leaning against the wall, giving you one of his usual cocky smirks “No need to worry.”

His smirk would’ve even been hot if he wasn’t bleeding out in the middle of your room, which happened to also be in heaven, a place he definitely shouldn’t be.

Heeseung couldn’t die because, well, he already did. But the healing process would’ve hurt as much as dying another time would.

You hurried towards him, forgetting the work on your desk as you helped him on the bed “What happened?”

He groaned loudly, lowering himself onto the bed and flopping onto it as he clutched his chest, trying to keep the blood from gushing out of his body.

Heeseung hissed, looking up at you with a frown. "Got into a little fight", He muttered, "Can't you just heal me up?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he smiled at your worried expression.

“With who?” You asked as you unbuttoned his mutilated black shirt and winced when you noticed in what state his skin was.

Dark blood spilled out of the gash, his veins had turned black from some kind of venom you couldn’t quite point out “Or what..?” You asked, knowing it wasn’t made from mere humans or other kinds of demons.

He knew it wasn't a pretty sight. The pain was bearable for him but seeing you so worried made him hate being injured.

Heeseung looked to the side, avoiding your gaze. "You know I can't tell you..." He murmured, his voice low with a hint of guilt.

You frowned, hating that he had to keep it a secret “I don’t care about this hell versus heaven issue,” You snapped, feeling highly frustrated in that situation, “I know you’re hiding your aura so that God won’t sense you here, but you must tell me what hurt you so badly.”

He knew you only wanted the truth, and he didn't like lying to you. “ I can't tell you what hurt me," He whispered, his voice filled with pain that he hid behind his stubborness.

He looked at you, his eyes pleading as he reached to cup your chin in his palm. "Please, stop asking me, angel."

You sighed softly. No pain was comparable to seeing him hurt, “Okay,” You breathed out “I’ll see if I have some healing potion, it should help you.”

He nodded his head slightly, giving you a weak smile “I’d appreciate that.”

Heeseung laid in the bed, his chest feeling heavy with the pain. He didn't dare move to watch you as you frantically searched the drawers, trying to find the potion that would help him.

You opened and reopened drawers in desperate search of the healing potion, but nothing seemed to come to you.

“I’m sure I put it here somewhere,” You murmured as you threw out of your drawers white clothings and other items.

The panicked look in your eyes made his heart ache. He didn't want you to worry so much about him.

Heeseung sat up slowly, wincing as he did so. He reached out towards you, his voice strained as he spoke. "Angel, come here."

“No,” You frowned, not even turning around to look at him “I have to find it- I must.”

He let out a small sigh when you refused to come towards him. He could sense your anxiety rising as you scoured the room for the potion.

“Y/N,," He said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. "Please. come here. You don't need to find it for me right now, just come here."

“I’m sorry,” You whispered as you turned around. The blood dried a little, fortunately the flow had stopped completely.

You moved to the bed, sitting beside him as you adjusted the pillow behind his back.

“Don’t apologise,” His voice was a little too soft for a demon, “I just need you with me right now.”

You chuckled softly, “This looks like a bad joke. An angel worried about a demon.”

A light, amused smile appeared on his face. "It does sound quite ironic, doesn't it?"

He continued, “But I suppose it just shows the power of love, breaking boundaries even between heaven and hell."

You looked at him and nodded, intertwining your hands together, “It indeed is powerful.”

You looked at his gash again, it would take at least a whole day for it to fully close, and a week too for the scar to fade away.

At least, he was in your bed and not somewhere in hell-

bed. bed. under the bed you had some healing potion.

That’s where you had secured it. You jumped off the bed and quickly kneeled to rummage through the boxes.

He looked up in surprise at you when you jumped up so suddenly, his grip on your hand loosening as you rushed towards the bed.

He watched, a puzzled expression on his face, as you knelt down and started to rummage under the bed “What are you doing, angel?"

“Here it is!” You exclaimed, holding up a casket with bottles of healing cream.

He smiled faintly at your enthusiasm. "I can't believe it was right under the bed this whole time," He said, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

You helped him lay on the bed again, making sure he was comfortable. You opened the small bottle and poured some of its contents into your hand.

“This will help your healing process,” You informed as you opened his shirt better, “But it might hurt… a lot.”

Heeseung gave you a quick nod and you gently put the cream on his wound.

He hissed and gripped the sheet beneath him, trying to breath in as much air as he could as his skin burned.

“Shhh,” You soothed, putting the bottle on the ground and caressing his face “Don't fight it baby, it’ll be alright.”

“This ain’t got nothing on me,” He murmured, trying to be strong for the both of you.

The pain was just like dying another time, his skin was slowly healing, but by doing that his body would suffer.

Heeseung’s eyelids slowly grew heavy until they shut because of the pain.

You stayed with him the whole time, until his body stopped rocking in tremors and his skin stopped sweating cold.

He woke up just a couple of hours later, thanks to his high dark aura, making it easier for the healing cream to work.

His chest had been wrapped in a bandage, now being shirtless, just with his black jeans.

His eyes opened, taking in the light colours of your room. You sat beside him, continuing with your heavenly task, but also willing to stay by his side.

Heeseung groaned lowly, his body feeling heavy and sore from the intense pain he had undergone.

He looked around for you, his eyes landing on your figure sitting beside him.

“Angel.." he muttered, his voice weak and hoarse.

You widened your eyes at hearing his voice and quickly discarded the documents on the bed “Hey,” You whispered, turning toward him.

He could feel the effects of the potion, making his body stronger by the minutes “How long was I out for?” He asked.

“No more than a couple of hours,” You informed him, brushing his bangs away.

He nodded, wincing slightly as he moved to sit up in the bed.

Heeseung looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. "Still doing your work, huh?” He asked, gesturing at the closed documents and pen beside you.

“Angel duties.” You shrugged, giving him a small smile “How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing okay,” You replied, sitting upright “The healing potion is working.”

“That’s good.” You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for healing me, angel.” He said, the look in his eyes full of love and devotion.

You smiled gently, “I’m glad you came to me.”

He took your hand in his, “Where else would I go, if not to you?” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze “You’re my safe haven, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened at his words and something warm spread all over your chest. They then fell onto his lips, they looked so plump and soft. You had the urge to kiss him, but you couldn’t.

It was impossible for angels and demons to kiss due to the curse cast upon them, a curse that would make their lips burn as soon as they met.

He sighed softly, Heeseung knew exactly what you were thinking. He was thinking the same, “What would I give just to taste your lips, even just once.” He murmured.

“Me too,” You frowned. “This is so… unfair.”

He nodded in agreement, "It truly is unfair," He said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"I wish I could pull you in my arms, hold you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And most of all, I wish I could kiss you, feel the softness of your lips against mine."

You shivered at his words, each one igniting a fire inside of you that could no longer be contained. You needed him and you needed him to need you back.

Still, you joked, trying to lighten the mood “You seem a little too soft for a demon.”

He chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "I know, I know," He replied, a small smile on his face. “I suppose you bring out the softer side in me, angel.”

You traced your fingers on the bandage you used to cover up his gash, for finally just a small amount of blood had dirtied it “Does it still hurt?”

“No, not anymore.” He gave you a reassuring smile “It’s just a little sore now, nothing I can’t handle.”

Even if his reply was really important, you couldn’t seem to hear it as your eyes settled on his lips.

You moved unconsciously closer to him, and he noticed, licking his lips.

Heeseung held his breath as you leaned closer to him, his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the gentle scent of your hair, and the soft touch of your breath against his face.

In a moment of lucidity, you shook your head and moved away. You craved his kiss, but you couldn’t hurt him just because of your selfishness.

“Would it be worth it?” You asked, your voice soft “If we kissed?”

He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching yours. He could see the determination in your eyes, the willingness to ignore the consequences.

“God help me," He muttered, his desire outweighing his caution.

He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist, and gently guided you onto his lap.

“Not the best thing to say in heaven.” You chuckled as you settled on his lap, holding yourself up on his shoulders.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmured, making sure not to add too much pressure on his aching body.

"Well, I'm not exactly welcome in heaven, aren’t I?" Heeseung shook his head slightly, his hands gentle on your waist. "Don't worry about me, angel," he whispered. "I can handle a little pain if it means I can hold you like this."

He moved your hair out of your eyes as you sighed at the contact “You’re so beautiful.” He stated. “You too,” You replied.

“You truly are an angel.” He caressed your cheek, tracing your featured “And you’re mine.”

You smiled back at him, and for a moment he didn’t even look like a demon. He looked like a human boy, holding his lover in his arms and not caring about anything in the world but for you.

And well, the worst part was that you loved him to the extreme as well.

You knew Heeseung was capable of breaking heaven and rule hell if he wanted, but he would never even consider it if it had the chance to hurt you.

He would set the world on fire to keep you warm, crave out his own wings to give them to you.

And you were no better, you thought you’d turn your back on heaven the second someone threatened to hurt him.

“What happens…” You murmured “If heaven or hell take me away from you?” You needed to hear his answer, to hear just how much he cared about you.

The thought of losing you, of heaven or hell separating you, was something he couldn't bear.

He looked into your eyes, his voice low and filled with determination. "I'll burn down heaven and hell themselves before I let them take you away from me," He said fiercely.

Heeseung pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Nothing, not heaven or hell, can keep me from you."

At his words, you moved your face closer to his, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours, the electricity between the two of you.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, his own parting slightly in anticipation. He ached to close the distance, to feel the softness of your mouth against his.

His voice a strained whisper. "Y/N."

���Heeseung,” You whispered back “Please— kiss me, even if it hurts.”

The thought of the pain they would endure paled in comparison to the aching emptiness of not kissing you.

He took a deep breath, his voice a hoarse murmur “Damn it, angel. you'll be the death of me."

“Too bad you’re already dead.” Since he wasn’t closing the distance, you did.

You crashed your lips together in a desperate kiss. But as you braced yourself for the stinging sensation, it didn't come.

You pulled away, a surprised frown forming on your face “W-what?”

Heeseung’s expression mirrored yours, stunned, coating his sharp features.

“Maybe the curse was a lie.” You exclaimed “Maybe—“

“I don’t care.” Heeseung breathed out as he pressed his lips against yours once again.

The only thing he wanted was to focus on the sweet taste of your lips against his, the sound of your moans being swallowed in the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed softly, drowning in the feeling of him.

His usual cold skin was now burning hot, even so the mere contact made you shiver.

“I love you,” He whispered on your lips, “Even if my heart can’t beat, I can feel it within me.”

You could feel his growing desire under you, making your body ache for him, “I can feel it too.” You whispered, taking one of his hands and guiding it to the middle of your chest “The pull.”

“Fuck,” He groaned and kissed you hard again.

“No curse words in heaven.” You murmured on his lips, making him smile.

The kiss was hot and anything but pure lust. “You drive me insane.” Heeseung murmured “Damn it, Y/N. The things I want to do to you.” You knew you shouldn’t feel that way, towards a demon. It was against every rule set in heaven.

But who cared? With every swipe of his tongue against yours, you couldn’t even remember what was your porpoise in there.

Unconsciously, you ground your hips on his, making him groan in your mouth.

One of his hands cradled your head, massaging your scalp and pulling your hair gently.

You hummed, loving the way he was so gentle with you.

You placed one of your hands on his chest, but gasped as you felt the bandage. He was still hurt, you couldn’t do it.

But Heeseung just smiled and held your body against his as he turned you around, so you were the one laying on the bed.

He unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, as well as his underwear.

You looked down at him and lord, if you didn’t need him. He wasn’t huge, but he was long and thick and eveything you ever wished for.

“I need in you so bad angel,” He murmured, prepping kisses down your neck “Can I have you, hm?”

Mindlessly, you nodded. You thought that if he even asked you to give everything up and run away, you’d agree right away.

His hands roamed your body, groping your breast, then down your stomach as he sucked on your skin, leaving reddish marks.

Not even caring about the consequences, your hands tangled in his locks, encouraging him to continue.

In just a matter of seconds, your clothes were forgotten on the floor as he took in the sight of you. So ethereal and so his.

Heeseung licked his bottom lip and leaned in to kiss you once more, “It might hurt.” He informed.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his chest flush to yours “I want the pain. I told you you’re worth it.”

His hips unconsciously bucked at your words, making his forehead press against your shoulder.

Heeseung took his length in his grasp and aligned with your entrance, “If you need me to stop or slow down, tell me.”

You nodded, breathing out a quick reply before he pushed himself in.

You had expected it to hurt, to burn the same way your kiss should’ve. But all you could feel was him and the sweet sensation it sent through your body.

Heeseung groaned, your walls hugging him so tightly. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to go at a slow pace.

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured, kissing your collarbone “You’re just so perfect, I don’t know how you ended up with someone like me.”

You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but his pace quickened and each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body.

“I love you too.” You replied to his previous confession “S’much.”

His hips stilled at your words, his breath hitching. And then, his pace resumed, quickened as he held himself up.

He rested one of your legs on his shoulder and lightly kissed your ankle.

“So good, angel.” Heeseung grunted, the sound of skin slapping filling the heavenly room.

“Ugh!” You exclaimed as he hit a certain spot that made your toe curl “There, Hee, there.”

“Got it.” He chuckled and deepened his thrust, repeatedly hitting that spot, “Found your sweet spot, mh?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

Heeseung looked so perfect, his muscled body on full display, the bandage wrapped around his torso and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to release before you, one of his hands moving down to circle your clit, wanting to bring the both of you to the edge at the same time.

Your body shook in tremors as he did, the pleasure almost too much.

Your back arched as you breathed out his name, needing him to stop and continue at the same time.

“Just a little more, baby.” He snapped his hips faster, letting your ankle go and hovering over you.

Both of your breaths mended, just panting onto each others’ lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him hard, teeth clashing.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you reached the edge, your body shaking. Heeseung throbbed at each clench of your pussy around him, emptying his seed inside of you.

His hips slowed, but he didn’t pull out. He intended staying like that for as long as he could.

He laid beside you not to crash you, but not even having the energy anymore to hover your figure.

He wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to your chest, “I don’t ever want to let go.”

“Don’t.” You stated, holding onto him for dear life “Don’t ever let me go.”

“As long as you’ll let me.” He whispered and kissed you again, deeply and slowly. For all the times he had wanted to kiss you but couldn’t because of the nonexistent curse.

Oh, but if only you knew the curse existed, but didn’t work for those who were soulmates in their past lives.

[wilwheaton]

I am first angry at the people who live among us, some of whom are family and friends, who support this repellent, orange, stomach-churning mess of a man — a complete loser who took no time at all blaming everybody but himself for the horrific plane crash that took the lives of 67 human beings. Next, I am angry at the tens of millions of United States citizens who couldn’t bother to vote at all, and instead stayed at home picking their noses and dialing up TikTok videos. I truly wish the worst for them. They, more than anybody else, deserve this. I have spent the past few months communicating with many Democratic Party activists across the country, and I can tell you most are seething about this incoherence from party leadership. This was from Christopher Webb, a Democratic Strategist in California, in response to my endorsement of Wikler yesterday: “I support you on that but I’m not endorsing. I agree he’s probably the best suited of the options we have, but I feel like we need a bomb-thrower, not a fundraiser. There’s a lot of absence right now (from leadership). Dude, it’s driving me crazy. What’s keeping me sane is knowing a lot of the rank and file like us see it, too. So I’m not crazy.” No he’s not. What’s crazy is following the same people over and over, who have proven they have absolutely no idea where they going. Time for a change.

Chaos: There is something very, very wrong inside the Democratic Party

[556betrayed]

Flashback to 2015, right after 9,916 flight attendants voted down the WORST TA proposal in the history of TWU 556.

And of course, the Inflight VP ( Director at the time) took up for the sniveling EB/ Negotiating Team in their attempt to silence oppositional, Railway Labor Act protected speech.

SWA Management officials and TWU 556 union officials silencing the majority of flight attendants at Southwest Airlines Co.

Acts of Intimidation to go along with company handpicked union officials of the "Company Union."

The more you know.

[alwaysshallow]

Simon finding out that higher ranked reader was cheated on by her husband ? 🫨🫨

now, now, now........

his jaw clenches, fists curling; he finds out just because he heard some chatter and as curious as he is (especially about you), he couldn't stop listening. recruits talks something about you being in a "pissy mood", something about crying, something about your husband calling you multiple times, but you're not answering a single one after calling him a cheating pig.

he gives the recruits fifty laps around the field; as a punishment, he'd say; spreading lies, gossiping when they had so much other things to do.

simon doesn't really want to believe them; even if he wants you and your husband to split up, being cheated on isn't the right way, it's not a dream scenario to get together with him. you don't deserve something like that, when you're the most precious soul that he met.

he finds himself under your office, a few hours later; to give you space, perhaps. he has an excuse; documents, but when you open him, your mascara smudged (barely, but he notices) and your smile not reaching your eyes, he gives you the worried look.

"don't look at me like that, lieutenant," you laugh with bitter, looking at the file in his hand. you reach out for it, but he doesn't give it to you; instead, he pushes you deeper into your office. "lieutenant, i-"

he cuts you off, saying your name. it's nothing like his usual tone, harsh or flirty. it's surprisingly soft, melting like butter. you sigh, rubbing your eyes, not even bothering about the makeup.

"it's nothing."

"it is something because if it's true-"

"-if it's true, then what?" you ask, looking at him. ghost makes a thin line with his lips.

"i could kill him, if you asked me to."

you laugh, stopping in a second, when he doesn't. "it's not even an option."

"i mean it."

"simon."

"i really do. and a lot of other things."

"simon."

"you don't even know how much i'd do for you. anything."

and you seem to believe in his words - man in love is capable of everything for the woman he loves.

[maeedrg]

What are we ?

part 1

Fake dating trope Gojo x fem reader

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MASTERLIST of the series

Part 1 Part 2

Synopsis : Gojo Satoru is your best friend since highschool. Your friendship was special, something that you valued. But then, he asks you to act like his girlfriend for a social gathering among high ranked jujutsu sorcerers. Everything doesn’t go as planned, and you come to wonder what your relationship with Satoru really is.

Words count : 8k.

Warnings : fluff, alcohol consumption, drunk Satoru and reader, sexual tension, misogyny, Naoya Zenin (yes he is his own warning), mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, swearings, mentions of arranged marriage, fake dating trope.

જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ Autor’s note : I’m back after one month ! Yeahhh ! Hope you guys will enjoy this series !

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Being best friends with Gojo Satoru since highschool had its perks, and downs… Indeed, you never expected, that on a friday morning, half asleep and putting some order in your files, you would receive this demand : 

“I need you to act like my girlfriend,” exclaims Satoru out of nowhere when suddenly entering the empty classroom in a loud bang. 

You raise your head, only to meet the blindfolded man closing the door behind him and walking quickly towards you. Unfazed by his morning outburst, long used to his weird antics, you sigh and stretch on your seat.

“Bro, what ? It’s too early for me to indulge in your weird ass roleplays like last time-” you start to answer, watching him drag a chair towards you and sitting on it. He leans towards your figure as he interrupts you.

“No no no, not like last time. Come on, I’m not joking. I really need your help and for you to act like my girlfriend ! Pretty please ?” he almost begs, clapping his hands together and pouting his lips as an imploration.

You look at him deadpan. Gojo Satoru was unpredictable, and him asking you this favor, actually didn’t look weird to you, as it was something almost considered normal in your daily life with him.

“Like, right now ? Is someone coming ? One of your fans ? I swear, I’m not dealing with them again, because their Gojo fanclub almost killed me-” you once more start to rumble, pointing at him as you recall this quite unfortunate moment when you had to mingle with the crazy fans of the great Gojo Satoru. But he quickly cuts you off by grabbing your hands in his, his large palms englobing yours firmly.

“No fans, I promise. It’s tonight, and the elders have literally forced me for months to attend one of their boring fancy ass gatherings with other clans. I know they want to take the opportunity to make me meet some people for possible arranged marriages, and there is no way in hell I'll participate in this without destroying their plan. So please, please, please, my sweet, amazing, beautiful, awesome y/n, pretend to be my girlfriend just for tonight !” 

You blink, once, twice, before looking at him for a few seconds in silence. He squeezes your hands in his, as a way to emphasize his words and probably convince you to agree.

“So you want me to act like your girlfriend, to destroy all the hopes for a possible arranged marriage idea they would have at this gathering ? Wow, I feel like we are in ancient times. There is no way they really are trying to force you to marry someone,” you finally answer, chuckling nervously. Playing pretend with Satoru wasn’t a problem for you, you two already were pretty close. Instead, it was everything that would come with it that could be a problem.

Satoru sighs, and lets go of your hands before passing his fingers in his hair, clearly annoyed.

“Yup. They say it’s my duty, as The Strongest, and the head of the Gojo Clan, to soon marry and have heirs. I agree, their mentality is stuck 200 years ago. But look at them, all wrinkles and shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were born during the 18th century,” he tries to joke as he shakes his head before crossing his arms over his broad chest. You let out a laugh, before taking a deep breath. 

“That sucks, I’m sorry. Of course I don’t mind helping you out, but they already know that we aren’t dating. So suddenly arriving tonight at this gathering, hand in hand, acting all lovey dovey, would be weird. Don’t you think so ?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and he hums at your words, thoughtful.

“I don’t care if they don’t believe it. The only thing that matters is to show that I’m already taken and can’t possibly get married to one of their daughters. That’s all. And hell, if you really wanna convince them, we could make out in front of everyone-” he ends up teasing as he lifts his blindfold to show you his blue eyes and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“Yeah, I’m not making out with you !” you interrupt him, rolling your eyes as you stand up from your chair. Satoru’s smile drops and he pouts.

“Awww, come on ! I know you secretly fantasize about that !” He stands up as well, following behind you, tall frame looming over your figure.

“You better stop or I will change my mind and not help you out,” you frown as you say that in a warning. You turn around to face your best friend and even point at him in an accusatory way. He lifts his hands up innocently.

“Ok, ok, geez. Can’t even joke anymore… Kids these days..” he huffs.

“Satoru…” you warn again.

“I mean thank you soooo much ! You really are the best !” he ends up exclaiming as his hands snake around your waist and bring you towards him. He starts to attack you with many kisses all over your cheeks, laughing while you squirm.

“What the hell ?!” you can’t help but laugh as well as he doesnt stop, on purpose doing big, fat, smooches on your plumpy skin.

Well, you were in for a long day. You just hoped that tonight wouldn’t be too chaotic. At least, not too chaotic. Because Gojo Satoru didn’t like sitting still.

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It was 6 P.M, and you were getting ready in your bedroom. Satoru explained to you how it will go, that he will come get you at your apartment, and both arrive together at the gathering at 7 P.M. You were wearing your dress halfway, as it wasn’t closed in the back. You still were deciding on what makeup to put, and the colors you will apply on your lips and eyes, wondering which one would be the best. As you sigh and look at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, your phone rings indicating a new message. It was Satoru saying he was early and would just come to your place and wait for you to finish getting prepared. You shrug, used to having him at your apartment.

At the same time, you hear keys and then the door of your home getting opened. In the past you did give him spare keys to your place, so you directly knew it was your best friend. You stand up from your vanity chair and walk towards the entrance. Your eyes lighten when you see Satoru wearing a tight black suit, and his hair combed backwards. His sunglasses fall over his nose and his tie is hanging somewhat loose on his collar. Oh, he really looked handsome. He already did everyday, and Satoru knew better than anyone else how charming he could be. But seeing him in this attire really did something to the butterflies in your stomach.

“Wow, look at you !” you exclaim, and Satoru walks quickly towards your figure, flashing a bright smile towards your direction.

“Says you,” his eyes glint while he stares at your body up and down, taking your hand and making you twirl on the tip of your toes.

“You arrive just in time, I need you to help me close my dress,” you say, and Satoru stabilizes you from the twirl as his hands land on your waist. He stands right behind you, and his warm fingers slowly slide on the naked exposed skin of your back for a second. You shiver head to toe, not expecting this touch.

“Satoru ?” you ask again as he still didn’t do what you demanded, raising an eyebrow.

“Ah, yeah. No problem,” he whispers, letting out what seemed like an awkward chuckle before zipping up the back of your dress in one go, as if he lingered too long he would burn himself. You felt the hotness of his breath on your nape, before stepping back.

“Here you go,” he says and you smile as you wink at him and walk towards your bedroom to continue your makeup.

“Thanks ! Now, since you are early, you will be my special stylist. You’ll help me choose my makeup,” you order him as you sit on the chair and he sits two meters away on the edge of your bed.

“I feel honored, here I can see the backstages of how you do your makeup,” he smiles as you roam through your drawers before taking out a palette with many different shades of colours. You turn slightly towards him, wanting his advice. 

“What colour should I use for my eyes ?” you ask, and Satoru tilts his head as he passes his hand in his snowy white hair, analyzing what he sees. He hums, tapping his foot, before looking back up at your eyes. He stares at your irises in silence, deeply, and even if you are used to doing staring contests with your best friend for fun, it always felt destabilizing to look into the depth of blue in his eyes. It always felt like drowning, somewhat intimate and vulnerable, as you knew his Six eyes ability allowed him to see things about yourself that you couldn't even know.

“This one, it’ll make your eyes pop. Trust your boyfriend on this,” he says, casually dropping this name appellation for himself. You look at the colour before raising your eyebrows at what he said.

“We still aren’t playing pretend, Satoru. We are alone right now,” you chuckle as you turn back towards your mirror and start to apply the shade on your eyelid.

“And ? Have you never heard of practice ? I gotta get in the skin of my character, duh,” he justifies himself, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Ok grand actor Gojo Satoru. You want an Oscar ?” you tease, now doing the other eye.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. I’ll play my role so well that even you will wonder if I’m really your boyfriend or not,” Satoru muses as you continue with your eye makeup and what you wanted to add as final touches. 

“Oh yeah ? Then good luck with that,” you snort, applying the final touches of mascara.

“You don’t believe in my skills of being able to seduce you ?” his tempting voice is suddenly right next to your ear, and you realize that he teleported behind you. He looks at you cockily in the mirror, his hand on your shoulder. You get startled at first, not used to him using this tone of voice with you. For a second you felt your heart beating faster.

“Let me do my makeup in peace instead of annoying me before we even started your evil plan of acting like a couple,” you ignore his flirty joke, trying to focus back on what you were doing.

“Evil plan ? So does that make us partners in crime ?” he asks cheekily, the hand that was still on your shoulder squeezes the flesh.

“Who is Bonnie and who is Clyde ?” you laugh asking that, lifting your face to look at his blue eyes.

“Can I be Clyde ?” he demands like a kid, and you can’t help but snicker before grabbing two lip products, your favorites actually.

“Ok Clyde. Then tell me, what lipstick should I use ?” you end up questioning as you hold them in front of his face. He narrows his eyes, grabbing them, eyes darting in between your mouth and the makeup products. You don’t even realize that you end up licking your upper lip, focused on waiting for his verdict. He squints his eyes at what you just did.

“Hmmm… this one,” he ends up pointing at. You nod and open it before starting to apply it in front of the mirror.

“Why ?” you ask curiously, smudging your lips together to put the product evenly.

“Because it makes your lips look kissable ?” he answers as if it was the most logical answer, gazing at your reflection. You almost choke on your saliva before nudging him, which makes his smirk widder. This stupid bitch, he enjoys watching your reactions.

“I said we will not make out-”

“What ? I’m just saying ! If I wanna resemble a convincing boyfriend, isn’t it better if I always look like I wanna kiss you ?” he acts all innocent, even daring to pout at you and doing his usual puppy eyes behind his sunglasses.

“If you want it to work, I’ll just have to stick candies on my lips for you to want to look like you want to kiss me, because your sweet tooth is stronger than anything,” you joke, now doing the final touches of your overall makeup and hair, humming slightly.

“Hey, my sweet tooth is not that bad. And don’t worry, I don’t need candies for me to want to do so,” he drawls, stepping back to stare at you standing up. You approach the small box on your night stand and grab some jewelry to wear for tonight.

“I swear you are so annoying when you are flirty !” you groan as you smack the back of his head and he acts like you just gave him the worst pain ever, whining, even though he could have activated his infinity to block your slap. He wraps his arms around your waist and puts his forehead against your nape.

“Ouch, you’re such a bad girlfriend,” he complains, clearly wanting to annoy you. You roll your eyes and spray some perfume regardless of his small tantrum. You swear you just felt him sniff the scent on your neck.

“If I’m such a bad girlfriend, maybe I’ll purposely destroy your plan and tell everyone at this gathering that in reality I’m your best friend and that you are a liar. No ?” you threaten, putting a hand on your hip in a reproachful way as you turn to face him. 

“You are a wonderful girlfriend, and best friend. Did I forget to tell you how amazing you are ?” he directly corrects himself, batting his lashes to sooth you down. You chuckle, and step closer, before grabbing his tie and putting it back well as it was too loose. You feel his minty breath on your head, and you raise your eyes, smirking smugly.

“I know, it’s for that I’m helping you out. I hope you’ll pay me back in kind, yeah ?” you muse, tightening the tie by sliding it upwards, and Satoru’s lips stretch in this grin that would make anyone fall on their knees.

“Of course ! I’ll let you use my card to spoil yourself in anything you want, so shopping time,” he shrugs, before touching his tie, fingers brushing against yours innocently.

“Hmmm, that’s a deal…” you whisper.

Some minutes later, your shoes on, you finish putting on your coat and take your bag. Satoru’s car was parked down your street, and the drive wouldn’t be very long, only 20 minutes to arrive at your destination. Before you both step out of your apartment, your best friend inspects you one last time, looking at your dress and how it compliments your curves, as well as your hair sitting prettily around your charming face, the makeup enhancing your natural beauty. He can’t help but smile like an idiot.

“What ?” you ask, feeling his gaze.

“Hmmm ?”

“Why are you looking at me like that ?” you repeat, suspiciously.

“You’re just very pretty tonight, y/n,” he says more gently, and Satoru doesn’t often compliment you like that, so it surprises you. Yet, you smile at his kind words, and look away to avoid his burning gaze.

“Well, thank you. You look good too. The hair slicked back does suit you well,” you answer, opening the door and walking towards the stair of the building as Satoru closes the apartment with his spare keys. As if he really did live here. Well, he may, since he always ends up spending time at your place.

“You might as well make me fall in love for real tonight,” he teases, putting his hand behind your back while you walk down the stairs.

“Ahahah, I thought I would be the one falling in love because of how good you’ll act ? Are the roles already getting reversed ?” you joke, and Satoru returns your smirk, shaking his head playfully.

“Nah, the roles aren’t getting reversed,” he answers.

You roll your eyes, and after some back and forth, you enter his car in the passenger seat. As you both talk and listen to the radio, looking at the lights of the streets of tokyo during this evening, you can’t help but wonder how it will go. You have this one hell of a strange feeling in your gut. 

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Your arm is wrapped around the one of Satoru, as he insisted on walking like that by your side, and to enter the gathering this way. It was chic and elegant, the place screaming money as you walked past the door. The moment Gojo Satoru steps inside, everyone around is looking at The Strongest. You felt slightly intimidated, as people stared at you, wondering who the woman was locked at his arm. 

“Here we go for a ride of fun…” mutters Satoru to you in between his lips, giving a fake smile to an elder greeting him. You sigh, nodding.

“Greetings. We didn’t expect you to finally come and be blessed by your presence, sir Gojo. May I ask who is… she ?” asks the elder, sipping on some champagne as he eyes you up and down before smiling through his moustache to the white haired man. Many others gather around, wanting to hear the answer, and to talk to the great Gojo Satoru in person.

“I got forced to come here, if I had the possibility of not coming, I would have…” he starts to answer in this bratty way of his, clearly not caring about etiquettes or other basic polite ways of speaking, “but anywayyyssss. This is y/n, my girlfriend,” he finishes, grinning mischievously, waiting for their reactions.

Gasps are heard, they look shocked, staring at each other wondering if it was true, and then back at the two of you. You decide to continue this little act, coughing slightly before getting closer to your supposed boyfriend. You squeeze his arm against your breast, and give a bright smile.

“Pleased to meet you. Satoru insisted for me to come and to give him company, I hope it’s not a bother. I’m indeed his girlfriend,” you bow slightly saying that, and you see at the corner of your eye the smiles he flashes them, proud at how utterly flabbergasted they look.

“No way…” “This man is already taken ?” “Do you think he’ll marry her ?” “I heard rumours that he never wanted to settle down, what is going on ?” “Here I wanted him to marry my daughter… I hope they will break up soon” “Is he really dating someone like her ?” “Who the hell is she ?”. These were all kinds of sentences and whispers you could hear around you, and you already started to have a growing headache just by listening to all this. Yet you stay unfazed.

“Now, If you may, I have some clan leaders to greet,” Satoru excuses himself and brings you with him, discreetly showing you his hand that you high five.

“I wish I could have recorded that,” he chuckles slightly, and you give him a wink before stopping in front of a couple of an old woman and man, looking judgmental. You recognized them as the heads of a clan. A not very powerful one, but it still did hold its ground.

“Gojo, what a pleasure to finally see you. You ended up answering your duties,” the woman starts, squinting her eyes as she glares at him.

“If I didn’t come before is because I had better duties to attend to,” he answers like a provocation, acting nonchalantly and unbothered.

“I see you were busy having… fun,” adds the man, now looking at you when saying his last word.

“We heard she is your girlfriend. When will you marry her ?” The woman raises an eyebrow, looking strict as ever. If you had water in your mouth, you would have spilled it all over them. You feel Satoru tensing next to you, so you decide to answer instead of him : 

“Hum, marriage is a bit soon to talk about,” you chuckle slightly nervously saying that.

“Well, you should quickly give him heirs. The jujutsu world can’t wait,” answers the man, not expecting an objection from your part.

“The jujutsu world will wait,” retorts Satoru more firmly, now all the teasing in his voice is gone.

“Oh- sir Gojo, this is not the first time we talked about this. The weight of the world is on your shoulders, giving heirs to have strong lineages of future jujutsu sorcerers is the top priority !” scoffs the woman, looking indignant. 

“Right, the top priority is surely not to make the new generations strong enough to be able to survive in this damned world, and do our best to protect people from curses,” snarls Satoru, rolling his eyes. The tension was growing fast, and you felt that the anger bubbling inside of you, Satoru, and them, could cause big problems.

“You little brat-” groans the old man.

“If you insist on him having heirs, we will go make some in the toilets. Hope you won’t mind. Bye,” you exclaim, irritated, offering them a big smile before grabbing Satoru’s hand and dragging him towards the toilets for a small break. Barely some minutes in, and it already was damn overwhelming. You understood better why Satoru avoided these gatherings like the plague. 

“Didn’t know you wanted to make babies with me,” suddenly says Satoru as he leans against the sink, arms crossed over his chest and smiling at you. He didn’t look tense at all anymore, as if what happened barely some seconds ago was long forgotten. His lips curl in this seductive grin, wanting to joke around.

“Satoru, I said this to be able to breathe for two seconds,” you sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror before dusting your dress. You still felt tense from what they said, and it didn’t escape Satoru’s Six Eyes. He could read you like an open book, after all. Knowing you since high school allowed him to understand whatever was happening inside your brain at light speed.

“Awww… and here I thought you wanted to fuck me. Ok, my bad,” he fake pouts, getting closer to you as he stands from his position against the sink.

“Very funny,” you scoff, flustered but deciding to hide it. Satoru always liked to joke around, so him saying that wasn’t a surprise. But why in this situation did you feel oddly nervous in his presence and more sensitive at his teasing ? Satoru notices the frown forming in between your eyebrows and decides to change the subject.

“Are you already feeling pissed ? It’s only the beginning. I told you it would be exhausting. They never know when to shut up, or when to stop being pains in the ass,” he sighs, now being in front of you, and your back against the door.

“I’m good. Let’s go back,” you end up announcing, giving him a determined gaze. He smiles and then takes your hand in his, walking out of the bathroom.

“As you wish, but if you need a break, I’ll gladly come with you,” he nudges you playfully.

“Well, I’ll drink some champagne to help me to not want to kill myself every second of this evening,” you laugh in return.

“Wise decision.”

And here you were back in this loop of playing pretend with Satoru. Aside from the very annoying questions of the elders, and some that were clearly unhappy of this newfound union, acting like his lover was very easy. You just had to hold his hand or arm, and say you were his girlfriend, and sometimes act a bit cringey on purpose (which Satoru adored to do).

You left Satoru to go fetch another glass of champagne. As you sip on it and start walking, you bump into someone and almost make the liquid spill on the floor. But thankfully a hand grabs your arm and stops you from making this mistake.

“I didn’t know the girlfriend of Gojo Satoru would be clumsy,” says a voice, a familiar annoying voice. As you lift your head to meet the eyes of the man, you directly take off your arm of his grip when you see who it is.

Naoya Zenin. A man you despised so much. He had this bad reputation, and the small moments you interacted with him since highschool, you knew you couldn’t stand him. Arrogant, sexist, thinking he was better than anyone, mean, uncaring… An horrible mix that sadly made him a powerful man. 

“You are the one that bumped into me, don’t you think you should say sorry ?” you snap back, clearly not wanting to deal with him right now. For fuck’s sake ! Why did he have to attend this gathering too ? 

“Oh, feisty as always, y/n. A nice woman would apologize. Don’t you know how to act cute ?” he stands closer to you, narrowing his snake-like eyes, and lifts his chin arrogantly.

“Don’t you know how to mind your own business ?” you reply, before turning on your heels ready to leave. But at the same moment he grabs your arm again and quickly follows you to block you from walking away. You glare at him, doing your best to not slap him and start a scene.

“Hey, where are you going ? I want to talk. I just actually can’t believe that you suddenly are dating Gojo Satoru,” he laughs, but clearly it’s a mocking laugh. 

“Why is it so surprising ? I have known him since highschool, and we’ve been close for years now,” you defend yourself. And even if it was fake, deep in your heart, you knew that it wouldn’t be very shocking if you and him really ended up dating, as you both have been inseparable for years. Even more since Suguru deflected. 

“Well, he doesn’t do commitment. Didn’t expect him to be tamed by someone like you,” he insists, eying you like you were a prey of some kind. A shiver of disgust runs down your spine. 

“This is no one of your concern,” you spat, threatening. 

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll cheat on you ?” he asks, in a fake innocent way.

“Excuse-me ?” you raise your eyebrows, not believing what he just said.

“You heard me well. I don’t believe Gojo Satoru is the kind of man to be a good boy and stay with a woman and marry her. He’ll surely go see what other women have to offer him before he gets bored,” he scoffs, and his smile gets wider while talking this nonsense. Sure, being The Strongest meant for Satoru that settling down was something almost impossible for him, and he never actually dated anyone. But he wasn’t the type to cheat and disrespect women or an imaginary partner. And that enraged you that Naoya misunderstood him, and that a lot of people probably thought the same as well when they didn’t even know him personally. That was downright disrespectful. 

“Watch your mouth, you’re talking about my boyfriend right here. He is not like you, treating women like objects to fool around with,” you snarl, stepping even closer menacingly. You were boiling with anger. 

“No, me, if I have a woman, I will directly marry her and make her bear my heirs. That’s what the head of a clan should do,” he retorts, raising his chin even more to look down at you.

“You aren’t even the head of your clan,” you correct. He scoffs, and looks away. But then his eyes land on something, and a mischievous smirk forms on his lips.

“Tch… Well, look at that. Surely he’s already cheating on you,” he points out while doing a movement with his head, showing you Satoru talking to a woman. He was facing her, so you only saw his back, unable to look at his facial reactions or what he could be saying. The woman, on the other hand, was blushing and clearly interested in that talk. You don’t know why, but you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. You shake your head, chasing this thought of your mind.

“He’s just… talking to her. What is wrong with you ?” Naoya smiles.

“Don’t look so sad. He didn’t even put a ring on your finger. Why don’t you leave him before it’s too late ?” he proposes, looking at your hand that was holding the glass of champagne. You frown and gulp it down, putting the glass on the table at your left.

“Leaving him ? To do what, uh ? Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You shake your head, huffing.

“If you were mine, y/n, I would have already married you and knocked you full of my child,” he whispers, stepping closer to you and murmuring these nasty words in your ear. Ew. Disgust is written all over your face, and you clench your hands, nails digging in your palm as you glare at him, ready to tell him how inappropriate and repulsive it was.

“Gladly she is not yours,” a voice suddenly says. An arm snakes around your waist and brings you against Satoru, looking deadly at Naoya, showing how pissed off he was by what he just heard.

“Satoru ? Weren’t you-” you stutter confused by his sudden presence, looking at him.

“Ah, sorry sweetheart. Got caught up in an unwanted conversation. ‘Mind if you tell me what this pesky rat wants ?” asks the white haired man, bringing you closer and even kissing your forehead tenderly. You knew it was for the act, but this simple gesture helped you calm down significantly, reassured he was here. Naoya, on the contrary, frowned at the way Satoru called him, clenching his jaw. A vein was about to pop.

“Don’t make me laugh, ‘The Great Gojo Satoru’ settling down ? What a joke !” he scoffs mockingly. Your best friend unconsciously tightens his grip on your waist. 

“What, don’t tell me you are jealous, Naoya ? Y/n is very well by my side, and if she had to marry someone, it surely would never be you,” he answers, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side. 

“As I said, there is no ring on her finger. She is still available on the market, as well as you, and I’m not sure that even if you did ask for her hand in marriage, the elders would accept such a union.” You look offended, starting to again be angered at the poor way he was talking to you and Satoru. This man had no shame in his bones. 

“Your opinion is irrelevant. Treating people like objects will lead you nowhere aside from being a scumbag,” you interfere, squinting your eyes. 

“No, I’m just stating facts. Gojo, maybe if you fuck her good and impregnante her, she’ll be accepted as your bride,” his smile widen at his disgusting words, clearly proud of what he just proposed. Satoru stiffens, and the blue of his eyes becomes electric, the air around him shifting to something menacing.

“Have you gone mad, Naoya ?!” Gojo says, in a cold and unwavering voice, giving you the chills. Seeing he was about to snap, and even if you would be happy to see him beat up to death the Zenin man, you knew better than to cause a scene in this gathering. 

“Goodbye, and please fuck off, man,” you say to the green haired one before dragging Satoru with you.

You quickly grab a glass of champagne and hand it to your best friend, noticing how many people around were eavesdropping on the conversation, clearly interested in this drama going on and wanting to gossip about it.

“Here, drink this instead of murdering someone,” you say. He takes it, before swallowing the liquid in one go, putting back the now empty glass on the trail. You gulp one too, taking this advice for yourself, because if you listened to your inner thoughts, you would have already jumped Naoya and snatched the skin off his face. 

“Are you okay ? Sorry, I didn’t know he would attend this event, and would come to pester you. If I knew I wouldn’t have left you alone,” says Gojo, looking apologetic as he steps closer to you and even takes your hand in his. 

“I’m used to this bastard spatting nonsense, it’s nothing new and clearly not your fault. So, don’t apologize,” you squeeze his fingers gently, sighing.

“I’m a bad boyfriend, aren’t I ?” He asks with a small smirk, his thumb caressing your soft skin. You didn’t know if he did this because some people were looking, or if it was a genuine sign of affection. You secretly hoped it was the second option. 

“No, you are a wonderful boyfriend, Satoru,” you correct, smiling up at him. He winks at you before grabbing another glass of champagne and drinking it. You frown.

“Hey, you don’t hold your liquor, so don’t drink too much,” you try to warn him. 

“It’s either that, either I hollow purple this place. You choose, sweetheart,” he muses, his cheeks already turning red. Even if he didn’t like the taste, Satoru was pissed off as hell right now, and he just wanted to put his mind elsewhere, and gather some more energy to stay at this gathering. You sigh, and decide to join him in this drinking session when you see another couple of elders approaching. Here we go again…

A whole hour passed. It was boring as hell, that even the uptights clan leaders started to drink more too. Least to say, everyone was bored, actually. You sigh as you step away from a conversation Satoru had to entertain with some daughters of high ranked jujutsu sorcerers. You were tired of rejecting their advances towards your fake boyfriend, as they clearly thought they still had a chance to maybe marry him in the future. Satoru looks at you like a lost puppy when you walk away, not wanting to be left alone. But you just wanted some fresh air. 

As you step in the balcony, at the corner of your eyes you see Naoya looking at you meters away, before saying something to an older man. This man nods and glances at you, before smiling in a way that makes your skin crawl when you see him walking towards you. Oh no… You try to stay calm when he is in front of you, and how he is adopting a seductive posture.

“Good evening. It’s Y/n, right ? What a lovely name… Gojo Satoru is very lucky to have a beauty like you at his side,” he says. You give him a polite smile, the alcohol in your system making you want to say nonsense but you shut your mouth instead of talking shit.

“Aww, are you shy ? I know I can be intimidating… Don’t worry, I’m sure we will get along. I know how to talk to women and entertain them." He steps closer, narrowing his eyes. You want to throw up. Is he flirting with you ? Even though he surely is twice your age and married ? You look at the ring on his finger. Yep, this man has a wife. You pity her.

“I’m good,” you simply say, not wanting to engage more in the conversation. 

“Since you seem timid, how about we go somewhere quieter to talk and learn to know each other ? I know an empty room next to the main event, like that, it would be just the two of us,” he grins, looking at your curves, and his eyes fall on your breast. You swallow thickly, stopping yourself from slapping his face. Double ew, what a pervert. 

“I don’t think it’s appropriate. My boyfriend will surely disagree, as well as your wife,” you answer, narrowing your eyes. He puts his hand on your shoulder, and you swear it’s as if his touch burned your skin.

“Oh… my wife isn’t here, don’t worry about that. And your boyfriend wouldn’t know,” he muses, but then a strong hand snatches his hand away by gripping his wrist strongly. The man lets a gasp of pain, and his face distorts with anger.

“I wouldn’t know what ? And I’m sure your wife would be very pleased that you are trying to get with someone the same age as your daughter,” asks Satoru, putting more strength in his hold, and if he applied just a bit of more pressure, you were sure the bones would crack immediately.

“Sir Gojo, I fear this is a misunderstanding !” he gasps, afraid. 

“I fear that it is not. Learn to respect boundaries, and never touch my girlfriend again, or any other women, if you don’t want something bad happening to you. Yeah, you old geezer ?” he menaces him with a bright smile on his flushed face from the champagne. You realized you were as inhibited as him.

“Why not make him learn his lesson now, honey ?” you say drunkenly, stepping closer, threatening. You really just wanted to snap. This interaction was your last straw, and the man in front of you scoffs offended and tries to squirm away. But thankfully, in this balcony, nobody notices what is happening. Satoru chuckles, clearly amused by your proposition.

“Awww, what a wonderful idea sugarplum ! What do you think about cutting his small dick ? Like that we’ll be sure he will not bother anyone else again,” chants happily the white haired sorcerer, grinning widely, almost unhinged. 

“Don’t forget his hand, like that he’ll touch nobody else,” you add playfully.

“Do you realize who you are talking to ?! I’m a noble, and invested a lot of money in the jujutsu highschool of Tokyo !” protests the man in a broken voice, lamenting about what was about to happen to him.

“Don’t make me laugh. You are talking to Gojo Satoru, duh. The money you invested is nothing to what I could provide. And how about admitting that this so-called money is actually from gambling ? Yeah, I know more than you think I do. Did you know that your wife loves to gossip when she is bored of having an awful husband like you ? I bet you don’t, since you spend all your time gambling and drinking,” muses Satoru, bringing him closer and looking down at him with disdain, something dangerous and provocative in his eyes. The man gulps and shakes of fear.

“This- I- I’m sorry, this is all a mistake !” he implores, and seeing that someone was approaching the balcony, Satoru lets go of his bruised wrist and the old noble runs away. He even bumps into some other persons, stumbles, but still rushes towards the exit, humiliated.

“Bahahahahaha !” you explose of laughter as Satoru whispers to himself that he would deal with him later. He looks at you, and joins you in your laugh, enjoying seeing you smile like that. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, walking back inside and giving a provocative glance to an annoyed Naoya meters away. 

“I’m bored, should we go ?” he proposes, trying to walk straight as the drunkenness was really taking over his tall body.

“Hmmm, I agree,” you nod, walking towards the main door to exit this gathering. It was getting late, anyway. 

Satoru stops and makes you spin around. His arm that was around your shoulder slides down your back, bringing you flush against him. Your skin suddenly feels hotter, and his hazy half lidded eyes look down at you. A big smile stretches on his rosy lips, which he licks for a second.

“Satoru ?” you ask, surprised of him doing that. You stabilize yourself against him, hand on his chest, wondering if he forgot something before leaving.

“Let’s shock them well before leaving, what do you think ?” he proposes, his face getting closer to yours. Something glints in his irises, and you get hypnotized as you stare into the depth of his eyes. Your heart quickens again, excited.

“Uh- alright ? But doing wh-” you get cut the moment you agree, his lips crashing against yours. You open your eyelids wide, and even hear some gasps around you. But fuck, the sweet taste of your bestfriend lips were so delicious, and the alcohol in your system made you bolder, wanting more. You close your eyes, and his other hand cradles the back of your head to bring you impossibly closer.

He parts his lips, his tongue entering your mouth. The blood in your body rushes to your face, and in between your thighs. You answer the kiss, not caring how inappropriate it was, but it was Satoru’s plan to shock them all. So, on purpose, you grab him by his tie and flush him against you, tongues caressing each other sensually. You melt against his mouth, him kissing you like a starved man that couldn’t stop his hunger. It’s as if he couldn’t live without your lips. Your eyes flutter, getting lost in whatever was happening.

Sensing it was escalating, he slowly parted ways, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You gasp for air, and his feverish eyes look like they want to devour you.

“Told you we’ll make out,” he says, before grinning at you. You swallow thickly, and step back before looking at all the people around whispering among themselves. You had no time to feel embarrassed that the drunk Satoru, with no shame, takes your hand before bringing you with him and then he screams : 

“Now fuck you all ! Byeeeee !” 

You couldn’t even properly react that you were back outside. The coldness of the wind brings some sense to your clouded mind, and he stretches before looking at the sky.

“Ahhh, that felt great ! I feel like a new man now,” he sighs, clearly proud of what just happened.

“Don’t you think that will backfire ?” you ask, looking at him.

“Nah, I did way worse. They are used to me being a pain in their ass. But they can’t really say anything. The perks of being The Strongest, y/n,” he winks at you saying that, and it’s only now that you realize your smudged lipstick is all over his mouth. You chuckle and go on your tiptoes, taking your thumb to gently try to wipe the makeup off his skin.

“Are you trying to seduce me ? Because it’s working,” he whispers playfully, and his breath mingles with yours.

“So the roles are indeed reversed,” you add, passing your thumb on his lower lip and then looking at your finger full of makeup. He looks at you intently, eyes roaming over your face.

“Nah, it’s you that is so in love with me right now,” he corrects, winking at you playfully, and you can’t help but feel flustered as you let out a laugh at his saying.

“You are the one that kissed me,” you reply.

“Yeah, and I liked it,” he murmurs, looking down at your mouth. Was the alcohol making him say bolder things ? You didn’t know.

“So you agree you are the one that got charmed ?” you ask, brushing his hair with your hand, putting back some loose strands. His eyes are on you when you do that, and if outside wasn’t so dark, you would have noticed the tip of his ears turning red.

“Good question,” he simply answers as you step back, letting some distance in between the two of you.

“And we are drunk, so we should get home,” you then inform, looking around at the street where some cars pass, as well as a few people.

“I can’t drive my car, then,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do we do ? If we call a cab, your car will stay here,” you frown, realizing the situation. Maybe you shouldn’t have given this glass of champagne to Satoru back then…

“Let’s sleep in a hotel room,” he proposes nonchalantly, pointing at one that was on the opposite street.

“Are we really having this whole dating experience right now, or…?” you try to joke. It wouldn’t be the first time that you would sleep in a hotel with Satoru, nor even sleep together. It was something usual in your friendship, having sleepovers or even pajama parties as Gojo called them. But, in this situation, it felt different. 

“You might become my real girlfriend at the end of the night, who knows ?” he teases, nudging you, and that makes you roll your eyes at his antics.

“You wish,” you laugh.

“You’re so mean to your bestie,” Satoru whines, pouting, before dragging you with him.

It didn’t take long to register at the hotel and have a room. Sleeping in the same bed wasn’t a problem either. As soon as you arrived inside the place, you quickly went to shower, taking off your makeup and hoping the water would wake you up. You wash yourself, getting lost in thoughts.

Great, you had no pajamas, and surely you wouldn’t sleep in your dress. And even if you really liked Satoru, sleeping naked next to him was a no. You sigh, wrapping a towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom. Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone to try to distract himself, but you saw how he was mindlessly looking at it. The alcohol really did hit him hard. You try to not laugh. He lifts his head and smiles when seeing you coming, you notice his gaze on your wet skin.

“Can I use the shower now ?” he asks, standing up.

“Yep, but we have a problem. We don’t have any changes, or pajamas,” you sigh, sitting on the bed where he sat earlier. He hums, looking down at you, before taking off his suit jacket, and then he slowly takes off his tie. He slides it down, liberating his neck and he lets out a small groan of relief. This simple gesture was horribly sexy, that you almost caught yourself drooling. You snap back of your train of unholy thoughts when he unbuttons his shirt, showing his broad chest, and then abs, down to his marked v-line, before wrapping the tissue around your shoulders.

“Use it to sleep with,” he says, and when you raise your eyes, you are met with his right in front of yours. 

“What a gentleman,” you say, smiling more awkwardly than you intended.

“I told you I’ll be a good boyfriend ! Anyways, I come back,” he muses, winking at you before closing the door behind him once he enters the bathroom. Soon, you hear the sound of the water running.

You take off your towel and close the shirt around your body. It was big enough to arrive under your ass, around mid-thighs. Shit, it smelled just like his cologne. Some weird fantasies come to your mind as you lay under the covers, remembering the heated makeout of earlier. Your heart is hammering inside your chest, and you try to control your breathing as you rub your thighs together.

This is bad. Satoru is your best friend. Yes, you maybe had a crush on him since highschool, and you two have been extremely close for years. But you always kept your feelings to yourself. Yet, what was happening right now messed up your mind. You had to calm down. Plus, you still were drunk, and Satoru too. It would be inappropriate to hope for something, or even try something in this state of mind.

Your thoughts are stopped when Satoru steps out of the bathroom only in his boxers, a towel around his neck. He grabs yours that was still on the bed and puts them to dry. He then walks towards the bed.

“Don’t fall asleep without me,” he says, sliding under the covers and smiling at you. You return the smile and scoot closer without realizing. His grin becomes bigger.

“I’m tired,” you whisper. 

“Then come here,” he says, opening his arms, inviting you to come snuggle in the warmth of his chest. You don’t need to get asked twice, you directly shift around and lay your head on the spot of his heartbeat. His strong arms wrap around your frame, hugging you closer. The sweet smell of shower gel caresses your nostril, and your cheek is flush against his soft skin.

“Are you satisfied with your evil plan ?” you ask in a quieter voice. His hand gently caresses your back up and down, sharing his warmth with yours.

“Hmm, I think we should pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend more often,” he says.

“How long will it last ?” you roll your eyes, looking up at him saying that.

“Until mariage !” he jokes, but you are not sure if he is completely joking.

“What, and want me to give you a kid too ?” you add, thinking back about the sayings of the people at the gathering. He stays silent for a second, and you wonder if he took your joke badly. But before you can say anything, he murmurs, “If it’s with you, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad in the end.” You didn't quite hear what he said, so you raise your eyebrow, looking at him.

“What ?”

“Nothing. Good night, y/n,” he simply answers after his chest rumbles from him laughing. You then feel his lips land on your forehead, kissing it tenderly. He turns off the light, and now you two are in the dark.

You close your eyes, relaxing against him, and your breathing becomes softer, as well as his. His hand continues to mindlessly caressing you, lulling you to sleep. It was in those simple moments that you realized how much you value your relationship with Satoru. Even if you both never confessed, or weren’t really dating, the comfort of having him by your side and knowing you always could count on him was enough.

But you had to admit... This tension that was already there for years, went skyrocket tonight. Not to add the kiss. Satoru mentioned too how you both will surely continue to play pretend, as in the eyes of the high jujutsu society, you now were his girlfriend.

Will this little game lead to something bigger ?

It only was the beginning, and putting too much of your mind into it would give you a headache. So in the warmth and intimacy of this moment, Satoru and you both fall asleep, unaware of how your relationship would evolve in the future.

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જ⁀➴ ⠀ׂ Autor’s note : the part 2 is out, here the mlist for the ones that want to know more.

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Excel

aespa's Ning Yizhuo/Ningning x Male Reader

1.4k words

Prequel to [AER-698] My Boss(?) Loves My Ass So Much She Puts Her Tongue on It, Then She Fucks Me in the Ass Like I’m Her Cockslut and Make Me Cum!

A/N: Dubious consent y’all, proceed with caution. You know who’s going to be the receiving end of this. Also, this is pretty much a bfh lol. A bit rushed towards the end, sorry. Thanks for reading!!!

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“Tsk, slut.”

The words leave Yizhuo’s lips as she locks her tongue with yours. Her hands wander on your body—chest, the flat abs, waist. She’s frisky.

“Do you really think–hmph–you can just walk around for years–mmm–with that—” says Yizhuo muffled, as she grabs your firm ass, forcing some submission into you that you let out as a moan “—every single fucking day and–mmh–expect to just get away with it!”

You aren’t quite sure how it happened, really. One second, you were merely strolling in the SM building’s hallway, papers and such in your hand. And another, a tug on your collar dragged you into the files room, with the sounds of the door shutting and a lock clicking.

You can’t, you can’t just let go right now, with the storm of pleasure raging within.

“M–Miss Ning, I–I don’t think–mmmph–this is appropriate!” you grasp onto any bit of your inhibition that hasn’t been scared away by Yizhuo yet. You fail, and you fail.

Back leaning against the cold wall.

“Shut up, will ya?” Her hands tug the collar of your shirt, creasing it. “If you aren’t going to say those witty shits, then just be a good boy, and let me do whatever the fuck I want with you, alright?”

You whimper in her grip and her stern stare, trying to catch those stolen breaths at the same time. But isn’t she an impatient figure, as she seals your tired mouth with hers once again? 

Sweet.

Strawberry.

Her tongue easily defeats yours and explores your mouth. You are struggling to find your rhythm under her aggression. “You taste good, baby–mmph. Hope it’s like this for the whole package.”

“T–Thanks, Miss Ning. I–I still don’t think we should do it h–here,” you stammer.

She pulls back from the fiery kiss. “And fucking leave me to my vibrator at the dorm? No, you’re my slut today, baby,” she wags her finger.

She then continues, “You know, me and Aeri have been doing this little ranking for the male staffs at the end of every single year, in fucking Excel like those Reddit perverts do. Do you know who has been holding the number one spot for best ass, four years straight?” Ningning asks, staring into your eyes with blazing determination.

You know that it’s you—the question being asked in such a situation. But you just don’t have the heart to be a cocky cunt in front of this ethereal idol. 

“Wh–Who, who?” you stutter out, shaken. Beads of sweat trickle down your forehead.

Yizhuo gives your ass a smack, leaving you tensed under her touch. It’s quick, but it stings hard. She sneers, “Hoo? Hoo? Are you a fucking owl or something, dumbass,” as she crashes her lips back onto yours again. 

She grips onto your ass, and her grip keeps getting tighter and tighter. “Good thing they are soft to touch,” whispers Yizhuo.

She keeps squeezing your cheeks, the softness of them spilling off her fingers through your tight jeans made just to—well, without your willingness—show off your supple rear.

“I mean, there’s the factor of, mmph–” 

She keeps her wordy assertions sheathed in between the kisses. 

“–you staying here since your intern days, proximity stuff, you know? But god–”

It works—well, to be fair, you’ve never been quite a dominant person yourself.

“–too bad I forgot my strap at the dorm, or you’d be moaning like a slut right now.”

A moan leaves your lips—a loss of control.

“Take your pants off.”

You comply on a whim, nodding profusely. There’s nothing you can do to resist her burning desire right now. You slide your pants and boxers down to your ankles, and your erection springs out for her in full glory.

“Hmm, hmm, good boy~” she says with a smirk, examining your cock as she reveals the bare skin behind the black shorts as well. And upon the sight, you fall to your knees, tongue falling out of your needy mouth.

And that’s just her panties, not talking about her heavenly cunt yet, so—just her thighs.

“Me and Aeri have talked so many times on how submissive you’d be for me. Guess I was on point,” Yizhuo says, as your flesh gets closer and closer to her covered folds, before she tips your chin up.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“You can do it later, baby. I didn’t have her find the perfect position just for nothing.”

“P–Perfect position? Miss Ning?”

“Yes, baby, I guess sluts like you would love… Amazon.”

Without another word, she nudges your chin away, leaving your back against the cold hard ground, feet up in the air. Shivers rush through your lithe body. You figure that she’d reveal her pussy just for you next.

And she does.

“Like the sight, baby?” she asks, biting her finger, resting another hand on her waist, body leaning just ever so slightly.

“Yes, Miss Ning.”

Yizhuo giggles as she lowers herself onto her knees. Her hands run down the length of your legs, lighting trails of fire in its wake. It starts to be sore now—dangling your feet up like this.

“M–Miss Ning, can I–”

“No, you’re just my slut, remember?” she commands.

“Y–Yes, miss–ngh.” You’ll have to bear the pain for now.

Yizhuo peppers kisses and licks on your toned legs, sending an unbearable pleasure through you. She slowly squats down until her lips reach the back of your knees.

“Ready?” she asks.

You sheepishly nod.

Hastily, she positions herself to where your length teases her slit. It’s so close. Fuck.

And she descends.

It’s warm. That’s your first feeling upon entry. Yizhuo lets out a stuttered moan with each inch. “F–Fuck!”

The pain in your thighs is worth it. Seeing her eyes closed, mouth agape in this position.

She adjusts herself with your cock, creeping down to the hilt.

“Yes, yes, yes, fill me up like that, slut!” she shouts.

“Ngh–y–you feel so good, Yizhuo.”

She keeps her pace slow, not wanting to have her slut cum too fast to her liking. “Y–Yizhuo? Really? You think you c–can call me by–fuck it,” she sneers, smacking your ass along with the words.

“Ah! Thanks, Yizhuo,” is what you’re able to muster out.

She’s tight. Her walls welcome you with perfection—the wet sensation around your cock, the warmth, and her empyrean moans, god, her moans. She’s fucking hypnotic. Your skin clashing into each other lights up the missing spark.

The smell of your sex permeates the file room—musky, raw, arousing. It’s your body together, just the two of you. You’ll need a spray after this.

With little effort, she grabs onto your thighs for a hold to up her ante. Her luscious thighs tenses up by seconds. Her moans grow shorter. She’s going faster now, and you don’t feel that you can hold out for this tryst for much longer.

“Y–Yizhuo–”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really?”

“O–Oh, like you aren’t close, s–slut,” she bickers.

Her hold on your thighs grows tighter with the shorter moans. 

“I–I’m gonna cum, baby,” Yizhuo says. “C–Cum when I say so, alright?”

“Y–Yes, Yizhuo.”

And without another word, her cunt gushes out the torrent of her sweet juice. She pools on your crotch. Her body arches back, stretching her toned tummy into display just for you.

“Ah, fuck!”

Along with her torrent, or perhaps it’s the sight, the familiar feeling builds up inside your stomach. You need to release it.

“Y–Yizhuo, I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes, cum inside me, baby,” she orders.

And you break, you release spurts of essence inside her to the brim. You paint her insides white with your cum, desperately gasping for air. Your legs shake as she holds them tight.

“Fuck, yes!” Yizhuo screams. You are too busy having your eyes fluttered to say a thing.

It’s quick, as you finally come down from your high. Both of you are so desperate to catch your breaths in the afterglow. You can see Yizhuo smiling above you.

“I–I’m fucking this–” she slaps your rear once more. “–ass next time, baby.”

“Ah a–alright,” you say, as she lifts herself up from your used cock. She then recollects herself. Cum can be seen dripping down her thighs as she puts her shorts and panties back on.

“Yizhuo, you–”

“Ah, let’s leave it like this, shall we?” she playfully asks, biting her finger, before throwing your jeans back at you.

“Until next time, baby” She bids farewell, before leaving the room, leaving you behind under a lump of your discarded garments.

You sit there in silence, the smell of the debauchery still fills the room, hanging, waiting to be displaced. Your brain replays the misdeeds earlier—her domination, your submission.

And you realize,

You need her again.

—

[batboyblog]

What Joe Biden has Done for LGBTQ+ People

I wanted to list out everything The Biden Administration has done for Queer people in the last 3 and a half years, but according to GLAAD it'd been 337 moves (and I noticed they missed a few things...) there was just no way to list every ground breaking first Queer person ever nominated to fill this or that job, every ally with a historic LGBT rights record nominated for a top job, every beautiful statement of support, every time he tried to get Congress to pass the Equality Act (support it!) So I've gone through and done my best to pick the ones I think were the most important, but everyone should check out the full list!

Day 1: Signs executive orders banning discrimination and ordering a full review of all federal agencies policies to better include and support LGBT people

Pete Buttigieg becomes the first openly gay person nominated and confirmed for a cabinet level post as Secretary of Transportation

Revokes Trump’s 2018 ban on transgender military personnel

Department of Housing and Urban Development implements LGBTQ protections in housing, becoming first federal agency to implement Pres. Biden’s executive order

First President to recognize and proclaim Trans Day of Visibility

Department of Justice Civil Rights Division issues an official memo that the Supreme Court's Bostock decision against LGBT workplace discrimination also applies to education through Title IX

HUD withdraws a Trump Administration proposed rule change, and reaffirms trans people's rights to seek shelters matching their gender identity

HHS announces the withdrawal of Trump Administration rules that allowed discrimination by healthcare organizations against LGBT people.

The State Department and later Homeland Security announce babies born to Queer couples overseas will be American citizens if one parent is American, in the past the child only qualified if they were genetically related to the American citizen parent.

The Justice Department files against a West Virginia law banning trans students from school athletics

Department of Veterans Affairs announces it will offer gender confirming surgery for transgender veterans. There are an estimated 134,000 transgender veterans in the U.S. and another 15,000 transgender people serving in the armed forces.

President Biden Signs a law making the Pulse Night Club a national memorial

The State Department creates an X gender marker for passports and other documents, allowing gender affirming identification for non-binary and intersex people for the first time.

The Census Bureau for the first time issues a Survey with questions about sexual orientation and gender identity

On the 10th anniversary of the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, Veterans Administration announces that soldiers discharged for homosexual conduct, gender identity or HIV status qualify for veterans' benefits

Dr. Rachel Levine becomes the first trans person confirmed by the US Senate when she was nominated to be Assistant Secretary for Health, she also became the first trans flag rank officer when she was sworn in as a 4 star Admiral for her job as head of the Public Health Service Commissioned Corps, his makes her the highest ranked trans person in government

Holds the first ever vigil in the White House for Transgender Day of Remembrance

HHS announces rule change to reinstate and expand protections against discrimination in the Affordable Care Act, including denying coverage for gender-affirming care.

Social Security Administration reverses a Trump Administration policy and allows benefits claims by surviving partners in same-sex relationships, whose partner died before marriage equality was legal

President Biden signs the reauthorization of the Violence Against Women Act (a bill he helped originally craft in the Senate) which for the first time has grant programs dedicated to expanding and developing initiatives specifically for LGBTQ survivors of domestic violence

The TSA announces new technology and policy shifts to improve the customer experience of transgender travelers who have previously been required to undergo additional screening due to alarms in sensitive areas.

The Social Security Administration allows people to edit their gender and name on records for the first time without legal and medical documentation

The US Air Force announces it'll offer medical and legal aid to any personnel families affected by state level anti-trans youth bills.

Karine Jean-Pierre becomes the first Lesbian to serve as White House Press Secretary

on 50th anniversary of Title IX The Department of Ed strengthens protections for Students against sexual harassment and discrimination

Veterans Affairs announces survivor benefits now extended to partners from relationships before marriage equality was legalized in 2015

President Biden signs the Respect for Marriage Act into law enshrining protections for marriage equality for same-sex and interracial couples

The Department of Ed announces new rules around athletic eligibility under Title IX, declaring blanket bans on trans students violate the law and setting up strike standards for schools

The White House announced a suit of new protections for LGBTQ people, including a new job at the Department of Ed to combat book bans, a joint DoJ Homeland Security effort to combat violence and threats and HHS evidence-based guidance to mental health providers for care of transgender kids

President Biden signs an Executive Order directing HHS to protect LGBTQI+ youth in the foster care system, a rule they later passed requiring Queer foster children to be placed in affirming homes

The Biden administration joins families of transgender youth in Tennessee and Kentucky in petitioning the U.S. Supreme Court to review and reverse a circuit court ruling allowing a ban on mainstream health care to be enforced

President Biden Signs a EO expanding on past EO on equality and helping underserved communities

The Department of Education's Civil Rights office opens an investigation into the death of Nex Benedict. President Biden in his statement said: "Every young person deserves to have the fundamental right and freedom to be who they are, and feel safe and supported at school and in their communities. Nex Benedict, a kid who just wanted to be accepted, should still be here with us today. Nonbinary and transgender people are some of the bravest Americans I know. But nobody should have to be brave just to be themselves. In memory of Nex, we must all recommit to our work to end discrimination and address the suicide crisis impacting too many nonbinary and transgender children.”

[megapocalypse]

AU where Shen Yuan plays a PIDW otome spin-off game where you date all the male characters and he decides to give it a shot because he heard Luo Binghe's characterization was really good in it. He's a hardcore LBH fanboy and he can't pass this chance up, but it's one of those games in which you need to unlock guys by finishing the first few and because LBH is the protagonist he's not only locked behind another character but he's also paywalled and his route is extremely difficult.

Shen Yuan ends up spending 100+ hours into this game and trying to explore all the routes and side quests, he's gotten almost all the secret endings for every guy and he's maxed the dlc characters.

LQG - One of the first love interests. You meet him when you find him poisoned, you protect him from a three headed snake monster and he's deeply indebted to you.

MQF - Unlocked via LQG's route, you get him when your MC has to take LQG to get healed.

GYX - He helps you on a mission to Bailu Forest, only romancable once you unlock the Huan Hua area.

YQY - Unlocked after you complete the good routes of all the romancable peak lords of CQM. His good ending is extremely hard to get.

ZHL - Unlockable after you romance GYX, he's a dlc character.

TLJ - Also a dlc character, you can romance him once you've completed every character's route.

SJ - Arguably the hardest romance route, almost all options lead to the bad ending and you really have to be specific with which routes you choose for your New Game + playthrough. Not to mention he has a secret ending that's even harder to unlock.

Now Shen Yuan has FINALLY gotten to LBH, you meet him through SJ's route as a white lotus disciple, but you have to romance SJ and TLJ before you can romance him. In his bad ending he kills you for siding with CQM, the neutral ending you become part of the harem. You can only unlock the good ending by unlocking SJ's secret ending. The good ending you get an option to tell LBH your feelings, it's an experimental game mechanic where you can literally type out a response. Some people may shit post on this section, but SY puts down his real and genuine thoughts out towards LBH. LBH then asks SY to promise him that they would stay together forever, and SY chooses the yes option.

Okay so new game plus time, SY got through all the endings now he needs to replay to get the super uper duper ng+ secret endings, so he plays the game normally just speeding through with the first love interest, Liu Qingge; but as he's on the rank 7 love confession scene, the game suddenly crashes and he has to reboot the game. His save file got erased so he just plays again normally, but for some reason it keeps veering him towards Luo Binghe's route, when he meets him during Jinlan City...

Every time he tries to get the other routes his save file crashes, or it would just go right to Luo Binghe's route. He looks it up on the Internet to see how to fix the bug... Nobody else is having this problem.

So he just decides to keep going with the Luo Binghe route again since he liked it so much, and he gets back to the true ending where he promises Binghe he'll stay with him forever. But then, suddenly there's an error message on the screen saying "System Reboot: initializing" and when it fully loads it says "Welcome User 002, to Proud Immortal Demon Way". And then the power cuts out, Shen Yuan is a little startled and confused until he feels an electric jolt. He falls limply to the ground, and wakes up in a new world.

A pop up screen shows up in front of him

Select your Name

________ ________

It's the PIDW start up screen.

.

Okay my brain is fuzzed but basically SY gets doki doki fucked and transmigrates into the game. Luo Binghe is a yandere who keeps trying to mess with the system, maybe he kills a few guys just to be silly 😜. Yada yada that's all I got.