#and yes he had his fair share of incidents

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Ngl I'm gonna miss Nicky on the grid this year

#i am very aware he's not the best driver #and yes he had his fair share of incidents #but nicky is a good dude #and i'll miss him sue me #nicholas latifi #f1 #formula one

[aphroditessaturn]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 || 𝐌. 𝐎.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader (is a spider-woman, tho nothing specific)

summary || you have anger issues and it’s no secret to anyone in the Spider-Society, Miguel might as well be the only who can tame you. His methods are, quite effective…

warning || smut! p in vi, oral (female [fingering] and male receiving) throat fucking, nipple play, spanking if you squint

note || I had to get him out of my system and I'm not even done, this piece is for my anger issues and I need a Miguel to fuck them out of me. please reblog/comment and give feedback! I would love to know if you like my Miguel fics, I have so many more ideas

legend || mi luciérnaga = my firefly; abre la boca = open your mouth; buena niña = good girl; mocosa = brat; puta = whore; dios mío = my god; niña traviesa = naughty girl

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“I do not have anger issues, who does he think he is?” you asked to no one in particular while walking around Miguel. He let out a sigh, pressing his fingertips against temples.

“He’s like what? 15, yeah you don’t say that to someone twice your age,” you continued, your blood pressure building up with every second you thought about the incident.

Miguel tried to be calm, but the last mission worked him up and scratched on his nerves. The mission went fairly well, except for you going ballistic and the newcomer – Miles – commenting on it. Oh, and the target almost escaping because of Miles which lead to all of this.

“Can’t fucking believe this, he was the reason the mission almost failed, and he dares to say I have anger issues!” the last part you nearly screamed. You never paused, always moving around.

You couldn’t stay calm, couldn’t calm down. Every vein beneath your skin run hot, some just waiting to explode.

Suddenly both of you heard someone coming near Miguel’s platform, said Spider turned around with a glare. He knew exactly who came and what would happen if you saw him, but now there was no preventing it.

You walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at Miles, “came to apologize?” you asked and crossed your arms over your chest.

Miles looked confused, no he wasn’t here to apologize, and he would make that clear, “you threatened me, screamed at me because I let the anomaly almost escape. You overreacted,” he stated.

Your eyes squinted together, expression hardening. “You can’t do a thing right and accuse me of having anger issues? I do not have fucking anger issues!”

Just as you were about lounge at Miles, arms wrapped around your waist, “enough,” Miguel’s deep voice rang through your ears. Normally his voice would smooth you, but you were already too gone.

Your man however ignored that and pushed you behind him.

“Miles, we will talk about this later. You made a mistake -,” “what, you’re saying she didn’t go bonkers?” Miles didn’t want to accept that what you did was right.

“If you’d let me finish, you would know that she will get her fair share of consequences,” Miguel snapped at the young boy, while it made a small part of Miles feel better it only angered you more.

“Are you serious? You let that little shit get away with saying I’m in the wrong? He lost the target and we had to-,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Miles, leave,” Miguel’s voice was dark and left no room for back talk, he sounded scary to be honest.

Miles immediately left, knowing it was better for now and he needed to get away from you.

“We weren’t finished yet,” you barked at Miguel who didn’t bat an eye. You stalked up to him, trying to intimidate him – unsuccessfully. “Yes, we were and it’s time you calm down, mocosa,” he whispered and grabbed your waist.

You were manhandled onto his desk, wrists held together in his right hand. With his left hand he ripped down your suit, “you asshole! Can’t you-,” “yeah mocosa, stop your whining,” Miguel rolled his eyes.

Without warning he pushed pointer and middle finger into your drenched cunt, you gasped. Realising with just a few words he had you wet and in your rage you didn’t even notice.

He curled his fingers against your walls, your head fell back. Right hand letting go of your wrists and sliding down to your neck.

Miguel moved his head into the crook of your neck, kissing along your carotid artery.

A shudder run down your spine when you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. You adored the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin as it made you feel a kind of pleasure nothing else brought you.

Miguel had easily picked up on that all those years ago and now used it taunt you, “niña traviesa,” he commented with a small smirk.

His fingers kept a slow pace, it was torture and Miguel knew that. “Miguel,” you snapped, a plead for more however the man above you wasn’t having it. “You think you can be a mocosa and I’ll just give you what you want?”

“I wasn’t a brat! It’s not my fault your spider people can’t do their job and then-,” “dios mío,” again Miguel cut you off, picking up the pace.

Hitting that spongy spot inside you which pulled a loud moan from your lips. As his fingers worked their magic on brining you closer to your high, Miguel run his tongue along your earlobe and gently nibbled on your skin. With your hands free you threaded them through his beautiful hair

You closed your eyes, the feeling just too wonderful and for a moment you lost yourself but quickly Miguel reminded you that this was a punishment.

“Look. At. Me,” his voice deep, commanding. His hand was suddenly in your hair, gripping it tight as he pulled your head back. It was a way to underline his words.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, god you loved this side of him. Miguel would make you take whatever he gave you if you could or not – you were surprised with how much you could actually take.

“I’ve barley did anything and you’re already putty in my hands,” he teased, slowing his pace down again. You wanted to scoff at his words.

He didn’t do ‘barley anything’, he almost bit into your sensitive neck, rubbed his fingertips over you bundle of nerves and hit your g-spot with every thrust. Miguel very well knew that all those little things would send your body into overdrive.

“You know exactly what you did!” you spit at him and drew a low chuckle from him, it amused him how you kept pushing, “are you that much of a puta for me that you can’t shut up?” “Guess if you want me to shut up then you have to fuck my-,” “fine.” Miguel retrieved his fingers from your cunt pulling a whine from you.

Both hands gripped your middle, manhandling you down to your knees. He gripped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger tilting your head up to look deep into your eyes.

Then his suit slowly started to dissolve, starting by his neck, and revealing his naked, toned chest, his broad shoulders, and muscled arms. The light of the screens dipped Miguel into a dangerous red which made him look like the devil in person.

Now he was completely naked, his mushroom formed tip hitting his lower abdomen. “Abre la boca,” when you didn’t instantly comply Miguel slapped your cheek, causing you to gasp and open your mouth, “now,” he added.

His thumb moved between your lips and pressed onto your tongue to make you kept your mouth open, “you’re going to be a buena niña and suck my cock.”

You caved and let your mouth hang open, tongue already awaiting him. At first, he gently placed his tip on your tongue, giving you a chance to taste his salty precum. Then without warning he thrusted his cock full on into your mouth.

You gagged as it hit the back of your throat, Miguel looked down on you. There was still a part of him that didn’t fit inside your mouth, but it was his mission to make sure it did.

Miguel began fucking your face, abusing your throat with his harsh thrusts. You looked up at him with teary eyes, his head was tipped back in pleasure and a deep groan fell from his lips. You clenched your thighs together, you were a whore for Miguel as it was already but something that always got you were his moans.

Miguel was vocal, so fucking vocal. For one his mouth never stopped running, but then there were his moans. They were deep, hoarse, and loud.

However, your throat couldn’t keep up with his pace any longer, though you loved the feeling of getting used by him too much. Salvia dripped from the corner of your mouth, his cock twitched in your mouth which was his cue to pull away.

You whimpered pathetically, of course Miguel catched up on that and wiped your mouth with his thumb. “Such a cock slut already, just for me,” he stroked over your hair before kneeling down your level and hosting up into his arms. Your back hit his desk, legs dangling over the edge.

“What hermosa? No, smart comment?” Miguel teased with a smirk, you couldn’t say a word. Your throat hurt, no tone would come from your lips.

Miguel dipped his head down, teeth closing around your nipple while his right hand grabbed your breast. Massaging it as his tongue lapped on your nipple, causing you to whimper again. In response your man slapped your breast making you moan, “fuck,” your voice barely audible, throaty thanks to Miguel.

Switching sides he sucked on your right nipple, your hand coming up to grab his hair and pulling on his roots. “Ay, dios mío,” Miguel moaned, loudly.

He pinched your neglected nipple causing you to arch your back and a line of goosebumps to adorn your skin.

Suddenly you felt his tip stroke over your drenched entrance, distracted by his work on your breasts you hadn’t noticed immediately.

“Miguel,” you whispered and in the next moment he had plunged his huge cock into your cunt. A pained yet pleasurable moan left your body, loud and hoarse.

His cock was big, and thick, god even after all this years you needed time to adjust to his size. You could feel those veins, how he stretched you out. “Don’t fret mi luciérnaga, I’m not fully inside you yet,” Miguel whispered against your lips before kissing you.

You loved his kisses, they were full of fire and passion. Miguel kissed you like he owned you – he did, and it was one of your favourite things. His lips were so soft and warm, sliding over yours before his teeth bit into your bottom lip.

“After all those years and you’re still so tight,” he gushed and slowly pushed deeper inside you, lifting his head to look at you with a smirk.

“Feel that mi luciérnaga? Feel me deep inside your belly,” Miguel pressed his hand onto your stomach, feeling his tip bulge out, “am I too big for you?” he taunted.

You didn’t know what possesed you, but something did, “you wish,” you snapped. Miguel looked dumbfounded for a second before his expression turned into a glare, “guess my mocosa is back.”

He pulled out all the way before harshly pushing back in with his full length, cunt pulsing around him as he pounded into you without mercy. You couldn’t catch a break, he constantly hit your sensitive spot, “you like it, huh, like me fucking you like the puta you are,” aside from his cock pushing you into an abyss of pleasure, Miguel’s voice made you shiver.

It also didn’t help that he groaned uncontrollably, growling when you tightened around him. You were close, so fucking close and he knew it.

Miguel wrapped your legs tight around his waist to keep you close. His thrusts became harsher, and his thumb pressed down on your bundle of nerves, drawing hard circles.

His pace was animalistic, “look at you, mi luciérnaga already cock drunk. That’s what you need, someone to fuck all the anger out of you, fuck you dumb.” You couldn’t say anything, only unidentified words came past your lips.

Your high was near, it came and washed over you like a fresh shower, “mhm, come for me, buena niña,” Miguel only strengthened it.

“I’m not finished yet,” he stated and manhandled you, so your back was turned to him.

All the while still having his cock in your needy cunt and fucking you through your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass as he rutted into you, “Miguel,” you whined, holding onto his desk, “come on where’s your fire mi luciérnaga?” he slapped your ass.

You had nothing in you anymore, your head was completely empty. As much as would’ve wanted, you couldn’t. You just laid there, enjoying the pleasure, and taking everything Miguel gave you.

“Maldito infierno,” he cursed as he reached his orgasm, for a moment he stilled inside you and painted your velvet walls with his cum. Filling you up to the brim, not pulling out.

He slid his hand around you and pulled you against his broad chest, right hand wrapping around your throat like a necklace.

“How you feeling mi luciérnaga,” he whispered, softly stroking your sides while you closed your eyes.

“’m fine, Miggy,” you mused laying your head on his shoulders. Everything felt at peace, you were calm and had no issues with anything.

You could just lean against Miguel and he would take of you. He scooped you up and slowly pulled out to make sure he didn't hurt you, his cum leaking out of your cunt. A sight Miguel could never forget – one he didn't want to forget.

Miguel went to your universe, laying you into your bed and cleaning you up. Meanwhile you dazed around, until he joined you in bed.

"I don't have anger issues," you muttered into him as you cuddled up against him.

He covered you two with the blanket, "no, you don't," he agreed and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You were fast asleep, tired and spend while Miguel admired your beauty.

You have anger issues, always will but Miguel knew an affective method to control them. Add to that he loved your fire, needed it.

And Miles did fuck up.

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[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4132

Work count for Story: 16,244

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. 

“Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                  

“Thanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.” Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

”Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.”

Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hosek, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.

“I do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I  am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation  and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.

They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. 

Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi’s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs.  It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.” Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother.”

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.” He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.” Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. “At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.”

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run  away with her.” Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hosek adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. 

“I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. “Namjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?”

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

Thinking to himself, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” 

Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. 

Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you. 

Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.”

“Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.”

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” 

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.” 

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” The door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.

“Did you contact everyone?”

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.” 

Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

“Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.”

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

They don’t seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. 

“Okay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes. 

 “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?”

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.”

His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear, “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,” with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.

“Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing,  your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next. 

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hosek-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator.”

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.” 

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. 

You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. 

That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. 

However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. 

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space,  “Take home. Keep safe.”

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𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

❝touch me, yeah, i want you to touch me there; make me feel like i am breathing, feel like i am human.❞  

♡ gojo satoru ♡

a/n: since daddy’s home, you know i gotta write for him (yes i know i’m super late, cut me some slack).

a/n (cont.): pssttt, what do we think about a tattoo artist!geto smutfic? ;) lmk in the comments!!

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of suicide, smut, fwb to lovers, best friends to lovers, spoilers, not edited.

you don’t remember how all of this started. 

was it his hands that went on your body first or your lips crashing onto his? the night where all of this began was nothing more than a haze in your memory. yet, the painful memories were stronger than any of the liquor that you both consumed, haunting you to the very end. 

after the death of geto, you and gojo became more paranoid of losing each other. it was already painful enough that shoko has isolated herself to deal with this whole incident on her own, but, gojo couldn’t afford to lose you. 

so, to cope and distract each other from all of this madness, you both sought pleasure. 

whether that was through the gentle cuddles and caresses that you both swore had non-romantical feelings attached to having intense sex; no strings attached, of course.

“did you get the text from the higher-ups too?” you asked as you settled down the plated breakfast in front of gojo. the snowy white haired man nodded his head before taking a bite of the buttery toast. 

“mhm, shibuya.” gojo’s words were slightly muffled as he tried to speak between his chewing. you let out a heavy sigh, playing around with your scrambled eggs. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get a good look into your eyes in an attempt to read you. 

“that place brings back bad memories.” you bluntly responded, resuming to eat your breakfast as both you and gojo were already running late for the meeting. to be fair, it wasn’t your fault. 

well, sort of. 

you didn’t expect gojo to fuck you until nearly sunrise. 

as fun as it is getting pleasured, it certainly is very tiring and draining. especially when having it with someone like gojo, whose stamina and sex drive is so high. long story short, the both of you were deaf to the blaring alarm that rang at eight; which led you both to finally wake up in each other’s arms at ten. 

“oh.” gojo simply said, realizing what you meant. it was the last place both you and him last saw geto before he abandoned his old life. he could remember it as clear as day, you were only left with the option of getting on your knees to beg geto to come back. 

that was the last conversation that you ever had with geto suguru, and gojo always refused to tell you geto’s last words. 

“i just don’t get it. even after all this time, i can’t piece it together.” you balled your hands to fists, gritting your teeth in frustration. 

“hm, and what is that?” he asked in curiosity. 

“why did suguru leave? it makes no logical sense. i know that whole mission involving riko amanai and toji fushiguro took a toll on him, but, i didn’t notice any major warning signs.” you spoke, making gojo frown as he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his dead best friend this early in the morning. 

“who knows?” gojo simply shrugged his shoulders before getting up with his finished plate to wash it. you followed him inside the kitchen, continuing your little ramble. 

“hey, satoru. you were much closer to geto than i was, surely you guys shared info that he didn’t share with me maybe ‘cause i was a girl or something? i don’t know.” you tried to egg him further, but gojo was slowly getting irritated by your little pestering about something that was in the past. 

“i told you before and i’m gonna tell you this once again, after that whole incident, suguru’s isolation meant that he didn’t speak to me either about anything. he left without a trace.” gojo sternly replied, wiping his hands with a paper towel as he went over to the sofa to sit. you groaned in dismay, not getting the answer you truly wanted from him. 

“then who brainwashed him into believing all that nonsense crap he spewed?” you whined, gripping your hair as you were trying to work your brain hard. 

“can you just drop it already? no one knows.” gojo snickered, but you didn’t budge. 

“do you think he had some past connection with riko or toji?”

“most likely not and if it was something that had to do with toji then i would’ve known since i’m literally raising his son.”

“was it the higher-ups?”

“i don’t know.”

“maybe family problems? love relationships?”

“i don’t know.”

“was it us??”

“i don’t know, y/n! alright? i don’t fucking know, neither do you or anyone else! we’ll never know why suguru left because he’s fucking dead, y/n; and you need to learn how to accept that. so, please for the love of god, can you just drop it?!” gojo yelled, looking at you with a glare as your jaw dropped. he’s never raised his voice at anyone before, especially you. 

you felt your blood boil, your face being replaced with an angry scowl. 

“i think you’re the one who needs to learn how to accept it, you fucking piece of shit.” you spat, making his eyes narrow. 

“what?” he questioned as his tone dropped. you bitterly chuckled before looking at him with sharp eyes. 

“don’t act like you’re oblivious, satoru. you’re always running away from your problems and this is one of them. tell me, when was the last time that we both actually sat down and last talked about suguru, hm? not even related to his death, just about him. tell me, when was the last time?” your voice started to become higher as you yearned for answers to all your questions, wishing that you could express how much confusion you were forced to live in. 

“...”

“answer me since you know everything, gojo satoru!” you bellowed, shaking him back and forth, only to receive nothing but silence. 

“y/n, stop it.” gojo lowly spoke, his eyes not meeting yours. 

“why?! i’ll tell you. it’s because all we ever do is have sex. any time that you feel sad or mad you’re at my door because you want to fuck me! am i wrong?! you have sex with me to ignore all your problems and it’s getting out of control, satoru.” you yelled, your body trembling with anger as you were so fed up with everything. you hated how things were, you just wanted your old best friends back. 

and you hated these burdensome feelings that threw you in loopholes. these feelings being what you felt towards gojo. you knew that neither of you were mentally stable enough to get into a relationship and you weren’t sure if these romantic feelings were mutual. 

so, you played it safe but being casual friends with benefits.

but, this was going to far. now that you look back it, you both were hurting each other more by letting all that grief, anger and sadness bottle inside. 

“oh, so now i’m the problem, right? i killed suguru, i caused your fucking depression, i caused myself to become a sad sex addict, everything’s my fault! anything else you’d like to blame me for, y/n?” he accused himself, eyes piercing into your soul as you gasped. 

“satoru, i never once blamed you for suguru’s death nor did i say you were the problem! i’m just saying that this is unhealthy, i’m just worried.” you tried to calm down and level with him so that you could tame the heated conversation. 

“don’t make me laugh, y/n. i know that deep inside you feel some kind of resentment towards me because i killed suguru. but... you don’t say it ‘cause i’m the only one you have left.” gojo’s voice faltered, his lips thinning as he looked at his feet. 

“the hell are you trying to say? that i’m using you? god, you’re so fucking full of shit, satoru!” you were in disbelief, not believeing what your ears were hearing. 

“then what the fuck do you want, y/n? you’re so fucking confusing and it’s driving me insane. so, please, tell me what you want!” gojo grabbed a hold of your hands, eyes begging you to put an end to it. 

“i need the truth. what was suguru’s last words, satoru?” you asked in a monotone, looking at him with a straight face. gojo’s face fell, your hands slipping away from his as he backed away.

 “i already told you, even if it means that i’ll have to die, i cannot say what he told me.” he dismissed your question, making you bite the inside of your cheek.

“ugh! god, i hate you so much! why won’t you tell me?! i deserve to know because by the time i came it was too late! why didn’t you wait for me? you did this on purpose, you fucking jerk!” you continued to throw your harsh words at him, too blinded by your pain and anger to realize the heavy weight of your words. 

“are you fucking dumb? he was already in so much pain, do you think i’d wait thirty minutes for you to come while he suffers from his injury? i put him to rest and so should you, y/n. suguru is dead, y/n, it’s time to wake up.” gojo said, his voice emotionless as he had nothing else left to say to you. 

“stop treating me like i’m crazy!” tears streamed down your face, your hands going to the nearest item, which was the flower vase before you threw it on the ground; shattering it to pieces. 

gojo’s eyes widened, quickly wrapping his arms around you to prevent you from hurting yourself. 

“y/n, you are acting like a fucking crazy person! i can’t fucking bring him back to life, okay? so stop, please!” gojo struggled to hold you still, although you were a woman and smaller than him, your strength was very high. 

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! i fucking hate you, gojo satoru! you took away my best friend, you fucking piece of shit! i wish you died instead!” you sobbed, feeling his body become stiff as his arms loosened around you.

you curled up into a ball on the sofa, feeling gojo’s weight being lifted from the furniture, before you heard the clicking sound of your front door closing. 

if only you knew that would’ve been your last time seeing him, perhaps you would’ve done things differently. 

maybe you would’ve rushed to the door to stop him from leaving. 

but, it was too late and the damage has already been done. you can’t take back those words anymore and you regret it so much.

---

gojo satoru has been sealed for 1189 days. 

it seemed that the world was going through the apocalypse. for the past three years things only went downhill in your life. truth be told, you don’t even recognize the person that you’ve become. 

you’ve been spiraling down a very dark and twisted path. life just wasn’t the same as it used to be when you were just a stupid and silly teen who attended jujutsu high. 

you lost so many people, those who were dear to your heart, people who you grew up with in this cursed world. 

you weren’t the same. 

there were times where everything just hurt so much, to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated with all your past traumas and regrets. you wanted to end it all for good. 

though, even taking your own life wouldn’t have brought you any peace. nonetheless, all your attempts failed as shoko, yuji and megumi kept you under tight patrol. 

after seeing your declining mental state, the higher-ups officially put you up for suspension until further notice. it was stupid, no really it was. you tried to go to the main office and kick their old hag asses or even kill them, but megumi and yuji nearly chained you to the bed. 

so, here you are now, stuck at home without a clue as to what was going on. yuta and yuji kept you posted as to what was happening, sometimes shoko too. the culling game was taking place, geto is back but you realized that his body was used as a puppet for the curse kenjaku, and now megumi was gone because sukuna found him as use for a new vessel. 

it was a lot to take in but as per usual, you chose to run away. the only thing that was helping you keep somewhat sane was sleeping pills, anxiety medications and liquor. 

you were hanging on a thin thread. 

a heavy sigh left your lips as you exited out of your bathroom after taking a warm shower, making your way over to the couch. you plopped down before your eyes fell on the picture frame where it was gojo feeding you cake on your 17th birthday. 

your eyes softened upon seeing the man who you missed so dearly, tears welling in your eyes before a sob escaped your throat. you held the photo close to your chest, wishing that you could turn back time to take back everything that you said. 

love is the twisted curse of all. 

you heard your door bell ring, making you wipe your tears as you sat up. your eyes glanced at the clock which showed that it was nearly midnight, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 

you never had any unannounced visitors at such an hour and your friends already paid you a visit earlier today. surely, if they had forgotten something then they would’ve called. you got up, putting on your slippers before shuffling your way to the front door. 

you opened the door and froze in your spot. in shock, a gasp left your mouth as your eyes met the familiar cerulean colored eyes. 

“s-satoru?” you stammered out, your voice waivering as your tone was nothing more than a soft whisper. he was wearing an outfit which had a strong resemblance to what toji wore, giving you strong ptsd from that cursed day. your eyes teared up when you noticed how his body was covered in scars, some which were still bleeding, indicating that they are fresh and were made not too long ago. 

suddenly, you saw gojo’s wavering before rolling back, his body going limp as it fell forwards. you quickly rushed closer to him, catching his body in your arms. 

“satoru?! holy fuck.” your voice was filled with panic, not knowing what to do or who to call at this hour. with all the strength left within you, carefully you tightly grabbed a hold of him before helping him inside your place, locking the door behind you. 

with slow and heavy steps, you finally reached the couch where you gently laid him. you sat on the floor, holding his hand as you sobbed, feeling absolutely clueless and useless. 

“y../n..” gojo attempted to call out, his voice even lower than a whisper, his chapped lips barely moving. however, he caught your attention as you quickly cupped his cheek. 

“i’m here, satoru. i’m here for you, don’t worry.” you quickly assured him, his flesh was a burning temperature under your palms. gojo let out a painful groan, his eyebrows furrowing before he cleared his throat. 

“i used all of my reverse curse technique to heal fifty percent of myself. but... i don’t have anymore within me to use.” he spoke in a hoarse voice, breathing heavily as his blood stained your furniture along with your clothes and hands. 

“i’ll heal you.” you sternly responded, placing your hand on his chest, only for him to shove your hand away. you gave gojo a puzzled look, not understanding the reason behind his actions. 

“i didn’t come here for you to save me. matter of a fact, i don’t wish to be saved.” gojo replied as if he could read your thoughts. 

“you’re talking crazy! stop being stupid and let me help you.” you spoke through gritted teeth, once again placing your hand on his chest, but he insisted on being stubborn, grabbing your hand to tightly hold it away from his body. 

“you’re right, i should’ve died instead of suguru. perhaps, that would’ve been the case when i fought against toji. i’m paying off my debt, y/n. i... i was selfish and because of my immature arguments with suguru, i resorted to kill him instead of finding another way.” he heaved in between his words, trying his best to explain his thoughts and emotions to you in the most clear and coherant way possible. 

“please, satoru, don’t do this! let me help you!” you begged him, trying to slip away from his astonishingly tight grip even at this state. however, the snow haired man simply shook his head. 

“i’m sorry, y/n. i was prepared to live my entire life in guilt because i killed him, but, i can’t live my entire life knowing that you hate me.” gojo gave you a pained sad smile, making your heard clench in pain. 

you sat on your knees, bringing his hand that was holding yours to your lips to place a tender kiss on his skin. 

“i don’t hate you, satoru, i never have and i never will. without you, i am nothing. when you were sealed, i went crazy and nearly killed myself so many times. i’m sorry, i never meant anything i said before, i swear! i was just so angry and hurt that day that i said those in the heat of the moment. please, satoru, come back to me. let me save you, i beg you.” you cried, tears falling on his flesh as the man looked at you with warm eyes. he gave you a small smile before placing your hand on his chest. 

your eyes widened after realizing, quickly trying to concetrate hard to heal him. you counted and watched each scar that was engraved and bleeding on his skin disappear, bullets of sweat trickling down your forehead and you softly whimpered in pain. gojo was passed out cold, his body limp as you tried to heal him fast to avoid any alarming damages. 

an hour has passed.

you started to feel numb, your body trembling as all your energy was being sucked out of your body. there was just a few more that had to be healed and you decided to shove your own health aside and push through this feeling of agonizing pain. 

you can’t lose him for the second time. 

another painfully long hour has passed and with heavy lidded eyes, you watched the final scar on his cheek disappear. a contented smile etch onto your lips, but it wasn’t much long after that you felt your vision grow blurry, head lolling forwards before dropping on gojo’s chest as you passed out. 

--- 

you stirred in your position, a grimace painted on your face as you tried to open your glued shut eyes. it took you a few seconds to adjust to the lighting of your room, until your vision cleared up and met with the familiar pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. 

“hey.” gojo croaked, a small smile tugging on his lips. 

“hey.” you copied his words, biting the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out from how relieved you were that he was alive and breathing in front of you. 

there was a moment of silence between you both as he sat up on the couch while you sat on the floor. his eyes were glued on the wall while you stared at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. 

it’s been nearly three years since you’ve last seen him from a horrible last encounter, it was pretty awkward. 

“you changed your house decor.” he suddenly blurted out, catching your attention. 

“nobara thought it looked depressing, so she did whatever she liked.” you shrugged, making him let out a breathy chuckle.

“do you like it?” gojo asked, his eyes now averting to your face, in which you still refused to meet his eyes. 

“i don’t really care about it, i had bigger things to care about than some stupid house decor.” you bitterly spat out, making gojo’s lips thin knowing that his follow-up question unintentionally struck a nerve. 

“is that so? and what may they be?” he cocked an eyebrow, making you look up at him in disbelief. 

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you scoffed, making gojo cross his arms over his chest before leaning back into the sofa. 

“i am.” he confidently responded, making your itch with irritation.

“god, you truly are insufferable.” you sneered, making him roll his eyes. 

“and you’re still the same. you’re still hung over his death, aren’t you? it’s been about a decade, y/n. yet, you still haven’t matured. it’s truly pitying.” gojo snickered with faux sympathy, making your jaw drop to the floor. 

“he was our friend, satoru! how can you say that?!” you spoke through gritted teeth, making gojo scowl as he rubbed his temples. 

“because he’s not the same suguru we were friends with before he died! he died as a villain, a criminal, a mass fucking murder, y/n. stop defending him, you’re making a fool out of yourself.” he harshly spoke, not an ounce of care in his tone as he glared at you. 

“it wasn’t his fault. it was ours, satoru. despite being so close with him, we failed him. neither of us caught onto him spiraling down, maybe we could’ve prevented this if we just paid attention more.” your throat burned as every word left your lips, guilt choking you like an enemy as your lips quivered. 

“for the love of god, stop spewing shit like that. did you shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. did i shove those beliefs and ideas down his throat? no. why are you destroying yourself over this, y/n?!” gojo yelled, his eyes begging for an answer as you grew quiet. 

“i..i-”

“no! there is no ‘i’, y/n. stop defending him! god, it’s always ‘suguru this’ or ‘suguru that’. it’s never satoru! i’m sick and tired of this, do you not care about me? am i not important to you?” he choked out, chewing on his lips as your eyes widened at his sudden words. 

“what?” you said, slightly astonished as your voice was as low as a whisper. 

“actually, i don’t wanna know. i don’t even know why i came here, my stupid half-dead brain at that time clearly didn’t know any better. anyways, i’ll get going then. goodbye, y/n.” gojo dryly spoke, attempting to stand up and leave without another word. but, before he could do so, you quickly crawled towards him and shoved yourself between his legs, hugging his waist and forcing him to sit back down on the couch. 

gojo was frozen on the spot by the sudden embrace, not knowing how to react at all. so, he stayed quiet with his hands to the side as you continued to hug him tight. 

“stop putting words in my mouth, satoru. you have no idea how much i suffered on my own when you were sealed. i thought that i’d never see you again. at one point, i was ready to offer kenjaku my soul or beg him to seal me with you. i can’t live without you, satoru.” you shook your head, face buried in his stomach as your tears seeped into the material of his shirt. 

you heard him let out a sigh before softly stroking your hair. your body shook in fear, arms squeezing him the slightest as you breathed him in. gojo heard you softly murmuring to yourself, choking on your incoherent words between your sobs. 

“come here.” he whispered, making you pull away as you took his invitation of being seated on his lap. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs wrapped around his waist. gojo’s arms protectively laced around waist, beautiful clear blue eyes staring into yours. 

your chewed on your bottom lip to prevent an ugly sob from leaving your lips, soaking in the sight of him being in front of your after three years. you cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks as he leaned into your touch. 

“i’m sorry.” gojo mumbles, holding your hands before bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

“for?” you asked, slightly confused by his sudden apology. 

“for everything that i said three years ago. you were right and i was in denial. it’s just... i’m so scared, y/n.” his voice cracked at the end, noticing how tears pooled in his eyes. you heart bled at the side, pulling his head to your chest as you heard him sniffle. 

“i don’t wanna lose you, y/n. i know suguru’s death has been hard on us and i tried to distract us both from it so that we both don’t lose ourselves. but, i never realized how badly it was destroying us both inside. it’s just so hard talking about his death.” with that being said, the world’s strongest sorcerer broke down in your arms. you tried to resist yourself from crying, but, it was as if your tear ducts worked like a damn waterfall. 

“i know, satoru, i know. it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” you stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head as you assured him. however, he shook his head before pulling away, looking up at you with a guilty expression. 

“i killed him, y/n. i-i... it’s my fault that he’s gone forever. i could’ve brought him back to jujutsu tech and have shoko heal him but i didn’t. i wasn’t thinking straight back then and screwed up! why don’t you hate me, y/n?!” he bellowed, eyes becoming red as he trembled in your embrace, making you sob at his words. 

“stop doing that to yourself, satoru. it’s not your fault!” you tried to convince him, needing him to see the truth and finally be pulled out of that pit of self-loathe and blame. 

“you don’t have to pretend anymore, y/n. i know that you’re only saying this to not hurt me.” gojo gave you a sad smile, his tears staining his cheeks as you thinned your lips while shaking your head. 

“if i was in your place... i would’ve done the same.” you said in a shaky voice, making his eyes widen. 

“w-what?” he stuttered out, completely in disbelief. 

“suguru lost against yuta, that was inevitable. if he was found by anyone else but us outside of jujutsu tech, he’d be immediately executed by god knows how. i’m pretty sure he’d rather die by the hands of his loved ones than those shitty higher-ups. i know i would.” you wiped away his tears, locking your eyes with his. 

“it’s okay, satoru. you’re okay, alright? we’ll be okay.” your voice lulled him back to sanity, a soft kiss being pressed onto his forehead. 

“i missed you so much, y/n. every minute that i spent in that prison realm felt so long, like death was a much more favorable option. i felt so alone and miserable, my thoughts consumed me with no mercy. i felt like an insane person.” his voice was low, no longer having the strength to talk as he spoke about his traumatic experience. 

“that sounds awful, satoru. i’m glad you came back to me, i missed you so much, too. you were the glue that pieced me back together, when you left... i shattered once again. i’m so sorry for everything that i said to you, i never meant anything! i’m so happy and relieved that you’re alive, i-i don’t know what i’d do if you died. i think i’d go crazy or kill myself. please, don’t ever leave me again.” you begged him, hugging him tight as you cried on his shoulder, feeling him rub your back in a comforting manner. 

“i’ll always be here, y/n.” gojo promised, kissing the side of your head. you both spent a few more minutes together in each other’s embrace, mumbling many ‘sorry’s’ and promises. after cooling down, you lifted your head up and looked at him. 

you noticed how beat up his condition was, as gojo looked completely drained. his eyes were puffy from the crying and his hair was a mess. 

“i’ll run you a bath and then let’s get some takeout.” you suggested with a warm smile, making him hum in response as his eyes lit up. 

“thank you.” he reciprocated your smile, kissing your knuckles once more before you got off of his lap and headed into the bathroom. 

if there’s one thing that you’d consider as the ‘positive’ side of working as a jujutsu sorcerer was the handsome salary that you received. it allowed you to get a bigger place that had a spacious bathroom which allowed the placement of a huge bathtub alongside a standing shower. 

of course, your place wasn’t nearly as big as satoru, but it was what you’d consider luxurious enough for you. 

you soon heard footsteps behind you, indicating satoru’s arrival. he ruffled your hair, making your head turn as you looked up at the tall man. 

“it’s ready, you could get in.” you wiped your hands with a small towel, about to walk outside of the bathroom to give him some privacy, until you felt him grab your wrists. 

“could you please wash my hair?” he requested, his soft tone mixed with his tired expression tugged at your heart strings. so, you nodded your head, locking the bathroom door behind you. 

satoru thanked you with a smile, not wasting anymore time as he began to strip in front of you. of course, it’s not like anything that you haven’t seen already. yet, the sight of his naked body after three whole years was enough to set your body on fire as your cheeks burned in embarrassment. you looked to the side, clenching your thighs together. 

you knew his body like the back of your hand, memorized every muscle and scar painting his skin. however, you can’t deny the fact that he’s gotten even more buff recently than last you’ve saw him. 

gojo didn’t notice your flustered state, hopping inside the warm soapy water as he submerged his body. you heard him let out a sigh in bliss, eyes rolling back as he leaned his back against the tub. you took the small shower head and began to wet his hair, all the while his eyes were strictly on your face. 

you tried your best to not pay much mind to him, trying to quickly wash his hair and be on your way to go order food because he was making you so damn flustered. you squeezed some shampoo his head before beginning to gently massage his scalp. 

gojo moaned at the satisfying feeling of your nails scratching his scalp, fingers threading through his snowy locks as you bubbled up his hair. you couldn’t help but be content at the sight of him being so relaxed, an unknowing smile etching on your lips. 

you washed away the shampoo, his eyes opening before glancing at your lips. gojo would’ve been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t tempted to kiss you. however, he tried to maintain some form of self-control, especially after what went down. 

“okay, all done.” you notified, making him look up at you with appreciative eyes. 

“thank you, y/n.” he smiled. 

“no problem. you can finish washing up in the shower, i’m gonna fix the towels in the bathroom and then look for some clean clothes for you.” he nodded at your words, standing up as your back was turned to him, now heading inside the shower as he slid the glass door. 

you finished folding the small towels in the bathroom along with draining the bath water. you went by the sink, examining yourself as you fixed your hair. not noticing when the glass doors slid open, you felt an arm grab you by the waist before you were being pulled inside the shower. 

you let out a yelp before your back was met by the cold wet walls. your breath hitched as gojo towered over your body, arms caging you between them. you gulped at the sudden closeness, your face now wet from the water along with your clothes that were now drenched as well. 

“fuck, i tried so hard to resist you. but, when you look at me like that, i just wanna fuck you senseless.” gojo sensually whispered, leaning towards your face before pressing his lips to your jaw. you let out a shaky breath, being able to smell the scent of his shampooed hair along with his body wash that you always kept a spare in your bathrooms, even after he disappeared. 

“then do it.” you breathed out, feeling him leave open mouthed kisses all over your jaw until down to your neck. gojo pulled away, taking in the sight of you soaking wet, his hands coming up to your face as his thumb softly dragged along your lower lip. 

you teasingly bit his thumb before he experimentally pressed it down on your tongue, making you suck his finger. gojo smirked at your eagerness, looking at you with playful eyes. 

“you missed my touch, princess?” he asked, pulling your chin up as he forced your eyes to meet his. god, he looked so fucking hot and it made you so bothered. 

“yeah.” you shamelessly admitted, making him chuckle. 

“my poor baby, let me make it up to you.” with that behind said, gojo leaned his head down to crash his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers up and down his nape as you kissed him back. the sweet taste of his soft lips made you moan, feeling his tongue soon enter your mouth. 

gojo sucked and licked your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip as he teasingly pulled back with a bite, you bottom lip between his teeth. you felt his heavy cock resting on your thigh, not even having the moment to gwak at his body. 

“need more, ‘toru.” you whined out, heat growing between your thighs as you craved more from his body. 

"yeah?" gojo teasingly asked, placing small trails of light kisses down your temple. you felt hypnotized, trying to figure out if it was because of the intoxicating scent of his or the way he was delicately feathering you with his kisses.

"satoru.." you breathed out, feeling suffocated from how much tension there was between the both of you. it was pathetic, how sensitive and responsive your body was to just mere touches.

but who could blame you?

you haven't touched him in three years, not being molded into his body in so long that you forgot how it felt to be this intimate with him.

"what is it, baby? tell me what you want and i'll give it to you." he promised, cerulean eyes now clouded with lust. gojo didn't know how much longer he could last, convinced that if you even just touched him once more, he would cum untouched.

that's how badly he needed you.

"make me feel good. please, i want you to touch me." you begged, looking at him with desperate eyes. satisfied with your answer, he hooked his hands around your thighs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. gojo turned off the shower before getting out of the bathroom, walking into your room.

the both of you were so incredibly horny for each other that the thought of you both wetting the carpet slipped out of your mind. 

"gonna give it to you all, princess. i’m gonna make you mine tonight." gojo seductively responded as he gently threw you on the bed, towering over you. 

"so fucking pretty." he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself as he lowered his head, lips ghosting above yours for a brief second before finally capturing them in a very needy kiss.

you cupped his face, pulling him closer to your face as your lips began to move against his with more aggression. gojo sucked on your bottom lip, tongue swiping against the plump flesh.

without hesitation, you opened your mouth as gojo wasted no time to shove his tongue inside, the wet muscle exploring every cavern in your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of how his spit coated your tongue. your hands found their way into his wet snowy locks, entangling them as you gave his hair small tugs, making the man groan in between the kiss.

he sounded so sexy, making you wetter every second from how hot and heated he got you just from these simple interactions.

feeling the need to breathe as both of your lungs nearly gave out from the lack of oxygen, both you and gojo pulled away from the steamy kiss. panting heavily while a string of saliva connected your lips, the man couldn't help but stare down at you.

your damp hair made the bed sheets wet as you were still in your wet clothes, white t-shirt now becoming transparent and sticking to your body as it revealed your black bra.

the flushed color of your cheeks along with how swollen and red your lips looked from the harsh sucking during the kiss earlier. you looked so gorgeous under him, all riled up just for him. it made his mind spin, just the thought of having you in his hold all to himself while he pounds you senselessly.

only gojo satoru could ever have you like this.

you chewed on your lower lip, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you both stared into each other's eyes. gojo mentally cursed at himself, wanting to attach his lips back onto yours and keep kissing you until both his and your lips go numb.

but he wanted to please you, to listen to whatever you wanted him to do to you. because tonight, gojo satoru wasn’t gonna fuck you, he was gonna make love to you. 

"so fucking special to me, y/n. gonna make you feel so good, baby." gojo mumbled onto the wet skin of your neck, kissing down to your collarbones. they were wet kisses, as he took the time to smell and taste you, being greedy with his desire of wanting to have his mind be only consumed by you.

you decided to lessen his work by pulling your wet t-shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. gojo’s hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra, hooking a finger to quickly remove the annoying fabric that was acting as a barrier to prevent his mouth from attacking the plush mounds of flesh.

"was getting in my way." he snarked, completely speechless as he watched how your tits spilled out, nipples perked up and swollen from being neglected for so long. but not anymore as gojo took one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling on it while his other hand massaged your other tit.

"fuck." you swore under your breath, eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers toying around with your other nipple. you opened your legs wider, allowing both of your bodies to be as close as possible. you could feel his cock rubbing against your thigh, all hard and throbbing.

"you're so hard, satoru." you commented, bringing a hand down to stroke his throbbing cock, making him choke from the sudden touch.

"all because of you, pretty girl." gojo looked up at you with a grin, placing a teasing kiss on your nipple before kissing down your stomach. they were open mouth kisses, his tongue swiping your skin here and there as he was able to taste the sweetness of whatever lotion you used before getting wet.

"you think i’m pretty?" you looked at him with dreamy eyes, making him pause as he tried to process your words.

"prettiest girl in the whole fucking world, i could just eat you up." he pampered you, tugging on your soaking wet pajama shorts to pull them down along with your panties which were pretty much drenched from the water and your slick, leaving your bare cunt exposed to gojo's full view.

the man was now in between your legs, both of his hands spreading your thighs wide open, refusing to let you close them. he took in a good minute to admire your pretty pussy, puffy folds that were coated with your arousal and your swollen clit that begged for any kind of touch.

god, he missed you so much. 

embarrassment began to eat you away as you buried your face in your hands, unable to take in the sight of gojo being completely mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

"y/n, look at me." gojo spoke, voice laced with a stern tone yet you shook your head, declining. he scoffed, peeling away your hands from your red face as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"prop yourself on your elbows, i want you to watch me while i eat your pretty little pussy out. you'll be good for me, won't you?" he innocently asked, yet his eyes were clouded with dark lust, two fingers proding at your folds before he used his middle finger to gently run it down your slit.

you shuddered from his touch, barely able to nod your head as he gave you a half smirk, lowering his head until you could feel his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt. although gojo loved the way your body responded to his praises, he also loved the way your body became twice as responsive when he teased you.

gojo began to kiss your inner thigh, slightly licking the area before placing a soft kiss on the wet skin. your thighs trembled whenever he would get dangerously close to your pussy that was drooling in anticipation for his tongue. but, gojo was determined to play some twists on you for a bit more before giving you what you wanted.

he continued to kiss farther up, lips now at the corner of your folds as you practically begged him to eat you out. he gently nibbled on your skin before peppering soft kisses, making small smooching noises as he continued this sweet torturous action of his for a bit longer.

"stop teasing, satoru." you whimpered, making him chuckle.

he licked a fat strip up your wet cunt, making your eyes roll back as you tried your best to hold your composure.  a strained gasp left your mouth, his tongue swiftly gliding between your sopping folds, slurping all of your slick.

gojo moaned into your wet cunt, you tasted so good that he couldn't have enough of you. he felt like a starved man that was finally fed, he pressed his mouth deeper into you, tongue now lapping at your juices as you gripped onto his damp hair.

"f-fuck!" you stuttered out, feeling his tongue circling your throbbing clit, your thighs threatening to just clamp around his head. gojo's grip on splitting your thighs open was pretty firm, but he had no complaint against getting crushed between your thighs because he practically wanted to live there.

curious blue eyes peered up at you through his thick white lashes, making sure that you were watching the beautiful sight of him devouring your pussy. you tried your best to keep your eyes on him, but the intense amount of pleasure he was providing you with made it hard.

you felt a soft stinging pain on the flesh of your thigh, as gojo lightly slapped the skin. it was a warning that you weren't following his words, and you muttered a small 'sorry' before opening your eyes.

"taste so good, i could eat you for hours." he breathed out, taking in the sight of your sloppy folds that were now coated and dripping with both his saliva and your juices. he pressed a soft kiss on your clit, making your body jolt from how sensitive you were at that point.

you were near your orgasming point, feeling a tight knot forming in your stomach. you pushed his head further in, feeling his tongue teasing your hole as you practically squealed from feeling the wet muscle enter.

"oh god—please, satoru! i-i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, chest heaving up and down. the beautiful man continued to tongue-fuck your hole, thumb coming up to brush against your clit as you shook under his hold.

you were seeing stars, gasping for air as your breathing became irregular. you were so close, feeling like you would cum on his tongue any moment.

but, gojo stopped, making you let out a whine as you were on the verge of tears. he raised his head, a playful grin on dancing on his lips in comparison with the frown on your face along with furrowed eyebrows.

"satoru, i was so close!" you sulked with a pout, making him roll his eyes.

"patience, baby. let me take care of you, yeah?" gojo left a tender kiss on your lips as you squirmed under him.

his fingers rubbed your hips up and down, while his lips began to kiss down you neck. your eyes fluttered close. a hand moved up to grope your tits, giving your nipples a soft pinch which made you let out a gasp.

"please.. i wanna cum, i need it so bad. please make me cum, satoru." you leaned your head back against the mattress, desperate eyes looking up at the gorgeous man. he gave you a soft smile before leaning his head down to place a kiss on your lips.

"i never said that i wouldn't, baby." gojo continued, big hands giving your thighs a small squeeze before parting them open.

you wanted to cry from the constant teasing and edging, it was becoming too much and you needed a release.

gojo’s long fingers lightly ran up and down your wet slit, before he spread your folds open with his index and middle finger. his free hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"look at me while i make you cum." he ordered, looking down with stern eyes which made you nod because you're ready to do anything as long as you could cum. 

he started off by rubbing your clit slowly, making your eyes roll back as you tried so hard to keep your eyes on his. the whole sight was so pornographic, your legs wide open while his fingers were playing with your dripping cunt.

gojo's fingers began to move much faster now, your slick coating the pads of his fingers which was caressing your swollen nub. your thighs trembled as you felt like you were on a high rush, breathing becoming more faster and that's when he suddenly entered two fingers inside your wet hole.

"satoru!" you screamed out his name, a satisfied smirk stretching across his pretty lips. he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, determined to make you cum because you deserved it.

“right here, baby? hm?” he whispered, making you shudder as you nodded deliriously. 

your walls were clenching around his thick fingers, as he moved them in a scissoring manner. the squelching sounds of your pussy was like music to his ears as he watched how your cunt dripped with your juices that were now covering his whole hand and your inner thigh as well.

"wait! it's too much, i can't!" you cried out, tears forming in your eyes as you held onto his wrist, trying to halt his movements of thrusting his digits into your pussy. the feeling of your previously ruined orgasm along with this new one combined created an overwhelmingly large wave of pleasure.

"you can do it, baby. cum for me." gojo encouraged, the hand that was on your jaw now coming down to open your thighs that were wrapped around the hand that had his fingers deep into your cunt. he then continued to plunge his fingers inside you, his other hand playing with your tits to increase the stimulation of your pleasure.

he craned his head down before taking your nipple in his mouth, lightly nipping and bitting it while his fingers continued to stroke your velvety walls. soft fingers pinching your clit before rubbing the swollen bud as well.

you were frantically moaning and crying, gasping for air. he hit your g-spot and you began to cream on his fingers, your cum running down his fingers as he continued to finger fuck it back inside you.

"what a good girl you are, y/n." he praised, pulling his wet fingers out before smearing your juices all over your messy cunt. but, he made sure to bring those same fingers up to his mouth before sucking on them, groaning from your sweet taste.

"i-i.. holy shit." you were at a loss for words, all your energy drained out from the powerful orgasm you just had from his fingers and tongue.

with the remaining energy that you had left in your body as gojo seemed to suck that away as well, you wrapped yourself around him before rolling over, now hovering above his body. gojo’s eyes widened in surpise from your sudden dominance, but he had no time to protest as you crashed your lips onto his. 

you sucked on his bottom lips before giving it a gentle bite, making him groan before opening his mouth as you slid your tongue inside. one of your hands trailed down his neck, all the way to his well-built abs that you brushed your fingers against.

gojo let out a whimper, your touch felt like a fire has been set off his flesh as he was burning in pure ecstacy. he felt your lips grazing on his neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses on his collarbones as you moved down to his nipples.

"y/n.." he breathed out as he felt your lips latch onto his nipple, taking it between your teeth before you gave it a soft kiss. your hand crept down, grabbing a hold of his thick and heavy cock. 

gojo swore under his breath, closing his eyes as you began to stroke his throbbing cock. it was huge, heavy and the tip was leaking with precum. your thumb began to gently caress his tip, smearing his precum as you continued to pump his cock a couple of times.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he peppered kisses on the side of your face.

"feels good?" you asked but your voice was low like a whisper as the man nodded. he loved the feeling of your soft palms, that were undeniably smaller than his own hands, wrapped around his huge cock. your movements were just as teasing as his, shifting the pace from fast to slow just like how he did when fingering your pussy.

"so good, baby. but, i don't think i could wait any longer. i need to be inside you soon or else i'll go insane." he admitted, as he looked up at you with begging eyes, his face flushed red and sweaty. his shaky hands pulled your head down for another needy and wet kiss. 

"fuck me, pretty boy." you moaned onto his lips, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds, occasionally nudging your clit as he continued to do that a few times, getting his cock nicely lubed up with your slick.

he carefully caressed your head, flipping you both over so that he was now on top of you, letting you lay on the bed.

"try to relax, okay?" gojo softly spoke, his cock aligned with your hole. you nodded, hugging him as you tried holding him closer to you because not only did he act with you as delicately as possible but he was just so comforting in general.

he felt so warm and soft.

you felt him push his tip inside and already a stinging pain hit you, closing your eyes shut as you let out a groan. he was barely able to push in the fat mushroom tip of his lengthy cock. tears pricked your eyes, forgetting how big he was. gojo deciding to pause to give you some time to adjust to him again.

little by little, he managed to push about half of his cock inside your tight cunt. your fingers dug into the duvet, taking deep breaths. 

the man groaned from pleasure, feeling suffocated as your walls clamped onto his cock like no tomorrow. gojo felt like he could cum right then and there, your walls felt so soft and warm.

"shit." you breathed out, tears rolling down your eyes and he looked down at you in concern. he asked you if you wanted him to pull out but you quickly said no, firm on your decision that you just needed a minute to get used to it.

"tell me when you're ready, okay?" gojo carefully assured, catching your lips once again with his. a hand went to your clit as he began to stroke the twitching nub while you moaned into his mouth, distracted away from the pain of having half of his cock lodged into your wet cunt.

experimentally, he lightly began to buck his hips forwards while simultaneously rubbing your clit. you whimpered under him, eyes peering up to his before giving him half-lidded eyes.

"k-keep moving." you managed to tell him and that was the only thing he needed to hear before he pulled back out and entered his full length in one go, bottoming out. he began to thrust his full cock into your wet pussy. the squelching and wet noises of his balls that were now coated with your slick hitting against your ass filled the room.

gojo continued to drive his hips into yours, skin slapping against yours as his hands now grabbed onto your waist to increase his pace. he watched your tits move up and down due to the force of his movements, leaning down to suck and bite on your nipples.

your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as your hands went to his hair, running through his messy white hair. his cock perfectly molded into your pussy, you were made for him. your legs began to shake, feeling his cock rubbing against your g-spot, the ridges of the veins of his cock deliciously caressing your wet walls.

countless number of moans were exiting out of both of your mouths, a single droplet of sweat trickling down the side of his forehead as you watched his face with adoration.

he was so adorable yet sexy at the same time. the way his eyebrows were furrowed together as he tried to loosen up your cunt that was forcing your walls to hug his cock too tight. but you eventually were able to relax, allowing gojo to bury his hard aching cock deep into your pussy as his thrusts remained sharp.

“s-satoru, f-fuck... feels so good!” you moaned out, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and teeth. 

you felt the familiar build up in your lower abdomen, body trembling under him as he was able to sense that you were close.

"you wanna cum, baby?" gojo asked, placing soft and tender kisses on your lips as you were too focused on the feeling of his cock pistoning into your hole. you hummed in response, begging him to not stop.

"cum for me, y/n, please." he pleaded as he continued to thrust into you deeply, tip brushing against your cervix as you began to crumble in his hold. gojo’s hand grabbed yours before pinning it next to your head, intertwining his long fingers with yours. 

"fuck! i'm cumming-" you choked out, your eyes screwing shut as your body shuddered under him while you creamed around his cock. gojo felt your walls being welcomed with your warm cum, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock as he continued to fuck your through your own orgasm, chasing his high.

"fuck! gonna cum, god, i love you so much! love you so much, y/n!" he cried out, his hips slamming into yours as his movements became more sloppy, thick wads of cum painting your walls as you whimpered from the feeling of it.

the warm liquid filling your hole as he was in so much pleasure, not able to stop moving his cock inside your walls that were now coated with both his and your cum. gojo buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing small kisses and love bites on your shoulder as his hair tickled your face.

he carefully collapsed his body on top of yours, making sure to not put his full weight on you. the both of you tried to calm down from your highs, irregular breathing filled the room as a moment of silence graced the room. 

one hand stroked his hair while the other stroked his back, your legs still clamped around his narrow waist. gojo finally raised his head to look at you, a half-lidded smile dancing on his lips. 

“hey, princess.” that stupid nickname that always made you fold had butterflies swarm in your stomach once again. 

“hi, ‘toru.” you giggled at his playfulness, making a breathy laugh escape his lips as he kissed the tip of your nose. 

“let’s clean up before we both catch a cold.” gojo said, sitting up before pulling his cock out, making you wince from the lack of contact. he watched your hole pulsate, his cum spilling out as he gwaked at the sight. 

“you literally came your entire life’s worth inside me tonight.” you joked, making a blush creep up to his cheeks. 

“sorry, i couldn’t control myself.” he bashfully admitted, making you chuckle. 

both you and gojo cleaned up each other, finding dry clothes to wear before gojo helped you change the wet sheets into new ones. the feeling of fatigue washed over the both of you, dinner completely slipping out of your minds. 

you and gojo now were in bed together, you laying on his chest as his arm was wrapped around your waist. you listened to his heartbeat, counting them as you vividly remembered praying to god that you could hear it again. 

“i meant it, y/n.” gojo suddenly blurted out of the blue, making you hum in confusion. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, now looking up at him as he peered down at you. 

“i love you.” he confessed, making your heart skip a beat. you hugged his chest tighter, burying your face in his neck. 

“i love you too, satoru.” you smiled against his skin, pressing soft kisses on that sensitive area, making him giggle at the ticklish feeling. you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as gojo held you. 

you both stayed like that for a while, until a heavy sigh left his lips. your eyebrows pinched together, looking at him with a puzzled look. 

“you wanna know suguru’s last words?” his words made your eyes widen, your head lifting as you looked at him with a shocked expression. 

“huh?” you were speechless at his sudden offer. 

“his last words was for me to tell you that he was in love with you, y/n. i didn’t wanna tell you because i was selfish towards my own feelings for you.” gojo looked to the side, shame washing over him as he couldn’t bear to meet your eyes. 

you could sense his guilt, but, you didn’t have the heart to punish him. 

you cupped his face, turning his head to face you. a warm smile was plastered on your lips, eyes softening as you looked at him with nothing but love and adoration. 

“satoru, it has always been you who made my heart flutter. whether you told me this three years ago, ten years ago or even later in the future; it would’ve never changed the fact that i love you and only you.” your voice was gentle and your words were tender, making his heart race. 

“y/n.. fuck, i love you so much.” he chewed on his lower lips, tears forming in his eyes as he pulled you down closer to his body. you stroked his hair before wiping his tears away, leaning down to pepper his face with many kisses. 

the world was cruel, but when you’re in the arms of the strongest sorcerer, it no longer felt that painful. 

after all, within every touch and every kiss, you made gojo satoru feel like he was breathing; like he was human again. 

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[cafecourage]

Speaking of sleepy, caring for sleepy Chain

-Softie

We worked on this on stream long ago. I also made this also one bed. Part 1 has Time, Twilight, and Warriors

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There was a common issue among some of the chain where most all of them have the fatal flaw of not being able to sleep. Some had issues waking up like Sky, Wind, Four and Wild. You quickly found that Legend was among that group but given the incident he went into the latter issue. Which was annoying when dealing with. It was completely opposite problems.

Time:

It was always hard to tell if the Old man was tired as he seemed to be always absolutely exhausted. Which was fair enough since he was dubbed the dad friend in the group thus making him the main person to go to for everything. It’s a wonder how he hasn’t just slept for 7 more years yet.

Still the Hero of Time was probably 3 days in without sleep and thats what you observed. Granted you should have stopped him by day 2. But you weren’t sure if he slept on the days you seen him take first shift and wake up with him being on last shift.

The other boy’s notice it too and while they all appreciate the extra sleep it’s unfair for Time. Warriors is typically the only one that speaks up about it since he isn’t phased by the Older Link’s tough exterior. While it would be embarrassing in hindsight you had to drag Warriors aside to push for you and Time to be in the same room. “I have a plan” is what you tell the captain not letting him know that you in fact, dont have a plan.

Truly the plan is fist fight the old man until he actually sleeps, or lecture him whatever you feel like. At least you will be here in town for a few days to gather supplies and information. So you can at least fix Time’s sleep schedule.

You’re plotting came to an extreme halt as you step into a room with one bed. “This can work.” You say out loud as you dropped your stuff in a corner of the room. “We can share the bed.” It’s not even up for debate at this point.

“Can we?” Time asks as he closes the door “wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” That wouldn’t be the word you would use. “Nah. Unless it makes you uncomfortable. Then I can take the floor.”

The hero gives you a look, one to even dare you to say that again. “If you don’t mind, then I don’t see why fight over it.”

“It I am being real.” You stand up and stretched “you do need it more.” It has been decided. You are lecturing him. “When is the last time you slept a full 8 hours? Heck 6 hours I would accept.”

An eyebrow was raised as he heads inside “I have been fine with the sleep I’ve been getting.” He takes his armor off putting each piece down carefully before finally sitting on the bed. He pats the spot next to him.

You follow his lead as you prepare a long argument. “Ah, yes the zero hou- Ack!” What you didn’t expect was Time to drag you into his lap and lay down.

Your face exploded in a blush as you were now basically his teddy bear. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed you also have trouble sleeping.” He whispered as he was already in the process of wrapping the both of you in the blankets. “Let’s take a nap for now…”

Well… This backfired successfully.

Twilight:

Twilight was one of these Links which, made sense but also didn’t when you found this out. He tries to older brother everyone, he makes sure everyone is asleep before he does. Which takes forever to do and your patience for this man is thinning.

After stopping in a town from a long trek. The group decides to go to the Inn to set up shop. You were already on Twilight to take a nap before dinner. “No. We are going to eat in like 30 minutes.”

Ok.

No.

He isn’t getting out of this and you don’t care you’re in the middle of the lobby. There was something that the chain has yet to learn about you.

You might be short.

But you are strong.

So you marched up to Twilight and despite his struggling you throw the hero over your shoulder and went directly to the room angrily. “Let me down!” Twilight demands of you. However you couldn’t care about it as you open the door kick it close and threw him on the bed. “That was unnecessary.” He said getting up.

“It was very necessary!” You argued back crossing your arms. “When is the last time you properly slept?”

Twilight stays quiet and looks away. He looked like a kicked puppy. “I get enough.”

“According to who? Because everyone else can make an argument that you’re barely getting any to function.” You let out a huff as you should probably be more lenient with him because it’s not really like he is doing something bad. You know from experience that the body could function with little sleep if it’s used to it but it’s not healthy! You didn’t go through classes with a clear mind but you should have! “We are just worried about you.”

The Hero stays quiet but sighs “ok. I understand.” He seems to give up at this point. But he reaches out to take your hand finally letting himself looked exhausted “but… can you stay with me?”

Your eyes soften as he seemed to be more tired than you thought. “Of course I will. Someone has to make sure you stay put.” He teases you.

Warriors: 

After a long day of traveling an inn was a welcoming sight. Since there were ten of you now each room had to have 2 people. Which was sometimes unfortunate for some, but for you in this current moment?

You couldn’t ask for a better opportunity since you (forcably) asked to be Warrior’s pair, only to have there only be one bed. 

Perfect.

Wonderful.

Amazing.

It was instant that you had grabbed Warriors tunic and almost thrown him on to the bed. “Didn’t know you wanted me on the bed that badly, doll.” He was laughing. This man was laughing and he looked like hell. Probably felt like it too as the ever polished captain was showing dark circles under his eyes. His smile was sluggish and his eyes weren’t as sharp as they normally were.

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes as you headed towards him again to help him out of his armor. “You should take better care of yourself. 3 days of barely any sleep? What were you thinking?!”

“That the other boys need some sleep.” There was no hesitation as the stubborn man is proud of himself for killing his sleep schedule. “It’s fine.” “It is not fine.” You didn’t mean to throw his shoulder plate on the carpet. “You better take your chainmail off before I do it for you.”

“What if I rather you do it for me?” The captain fire back without missing a beat. Instantly his face paled “wait-“

“Nope to late come here.” You take his tunic and just… thew it off of him. “Do you want to continue?” This was a threat.

“no…” Warriors voice was silent as he finally got out of what armor he had left. “I should sleep on the floo-“ that suggestion was instantly silent as you glared at him.

Finally when both of you were ready for bed you had put your self on top of him. Cuddling but also if he was going to escape he will have to wake you up first. “this is so you don’t escape.” You said.

“I wont. I wont.” Warriors was a bit hesitant to wrap his arms around you “Thank you.” He whispered as he finally started to relaxed.

“Don’t rely on me to fix your sleep habits.” You said poking his cheek “good night Captain.”

“Good Night Sweetheart.”

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe #monkey bread

[anonymooseforever007]

Romantic Escape

(Tommy Shelby x female reader)

Summary- After being confined to Arrow House for a week because of a small concussion, Y/N is determined to get out. But considering how overprotective Tommy's been recently she'll have to be smart if she'd to make it. To trick Thomas Shelby is a feat many enemies have tried but few have succeeded. But then again, not many of his enemies have the advantage of knowing him the way his wife does...

Or at least they're scared to get that close....

A/N: Hi y'all! No specific TW's for this one other than usual Peaky Violence, Language, and implications of smut (but non actually happens). There is one mention of a past attack but nothing's graphic. Also this was going to be one part, but then I didn't like how the breakup between scenes flowed, so there is a second part going to be posted in a few days probably! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️ WC- 3.0k

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

Main Masterlist

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It had been a week and a half since the bad accident occurred. 

Well, your husband called it a bad accident. 

You called it "being a imbecile who'd gotten so distracted trying nicely draw a baby chipmunk out of the house she didn't realize the stairs ended two steps ago."

But in fairness, every other idea for the poor thing your beloved family suggested involved guns or stew. Besides, Thomas Shelby wasn't about to let even his wife herself, label his darling love as a common 'imbecile'....so 'bad accident' it was. 

Truth be told you didn't even think it should be labeled as such. Sure you were dizzy for the first two days, but you only almost passed out when you stood up once. AND there wasn't any blood so you didn't even need to go to a hospital. Polly was insistent it was a mild concussion and a couple days rest would be all you needed. But your husband thought otherwise, and here you were days later, still confined to the premises. 

You'd laughed at the irony of it. Your husband, who once decided to medicate a cracked skull with cocaine, practically ordering you to stay in bed. The hypocrite. Thomas Shelby was an undoubtedly smart man, but when it came to medicinal advice, he should probably have been the last one giving suggestions. 

In the beginning, you could understand why he was worried. Yes, technically you had been "shot" a few months ago, by a rather rude man trying to prove he was more dangerous than your husband. Truthfully, you'd had sewing accidents that bled more. One time when you were 15, you had accidentally sliced the side tip of your left pointer finger off using a pair of scissors. But luckily you father had been a doctor and was able to fix it up at the house with ease. If held up straight though, it did still look like the tip of that finger was slightly crooked, but that's another story. But the man who'd shot you must have been drunk, because even your blind uncle had better aim than him, and all you were left with was a small nick on your shoulder and a small tear in your dress. Yes, it was still terrifying, and both you and you husband still woke up some nights, hearts beating fast with the thoughts of what would have happened if he had better aim. But in the end you were, for lack of better term, just fine. 

That didn't stop your husband from worrying more though. It seemed the incident had flipped a switch in him, often shared by new mothers or teachers, who tended to be hyperaware of everything that could go wrong for their young steeds. For weeks after, Tommy had been on high alert, not even letting you go out with Polly alone, and everyone knew she could handle anyone just fine. Though maybe there were some good points to his overprotectiveness.

For about a month after, Tommy had decided to work from his home office so he could be closer to you just incase. This meant he didn't have to drive over half an hour to the office every day and could spend more time in bed with you in the mornings, something neither of you complained about. Then you spent many of those days in his office with him, working on your own projects or trying to convince him to let you play boss for the day. That idea was a quick no, but it didn't stop you from stealing his coat, sitting in his chair and, pretending to bark out orders to invisible blinders while he went to the bathroom. Nor did it stop Alfred Solomons from laughing like an hyena the time he had called right as you picked up the phone. You still weren't over knowing he heard you (as Tom) threaten to "make a pie out of the testicles out of whatever coward dared feed the horses Scottish hay instead of Irish!".... Luckily it hadn't been the time when him and "Tommy" were planning how to hide their secret affair. 

In the end, Tommy had eventually gone back to working at the office and only the maids were left to witness your "brilliant" impressions. Soon life went back to its usual order... atleast until you'd gotten hurt again. 

At first you thought it would be fun like before, and that you could spend time trying to convince Tommy he'd had better things to do than sign papers all day. Namely you. But unfortunately, it seemed your husband decided that your injuries weren't serious enough to warrant the both of you a bed rest this time. And truthfully, you also didn't mind that too much either. You adored your husband and loved spending time with him, but that didn't mean you didn't have plans that not involving him. Most days were spend either helping the maids around the house, planning the next gala with Lizzie, or going out with your own small friend group. You had plenty of things to do without him. 

That was until you realized for some reason, the things you wanted to do weren't able to be done. For starters, you had a suspicion all the maids and been ordered to politely decline your offers to help with anything, even laundry. They'd simply smile at you and let you know you didn't have to worry about it, before offering to make some tea so you could rest your head. Then it appeared that both of you and Tommy's spare cars were in the shop for "repairs" meaning you'd have no way to out to meet your friends. Yes, they could come over, but still not all your friends were lucky enough to have cars and you were often the one driving everyone around. Not even Esme or Polly were able to come over, as Polly had gone to take care of a sick Ada in London, and half of Esme's lot had their own mini cases of colds. Even Finn who lived with you and Tommy, had gone with Isaiah, Curly, and Uncle Charlie to Wales for the week to bring home the new horse Tommy bought last month. After a week stuck at home it was getting old, and you wanted out.

So you decided to hatch a plan. And because you had a sneaking suspicion he started it, you had a good idea who your unwitting accomplice was going to be....

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It was now 6:34 and you had made plans to meet Lizzie at a silent film at 8:15. Though some may not have expected it, you got on quite well with your husband's secretary, and the pair of you could often be found going out to lunch on days when Tommy was particularly stubborn, or having tea with the other Shelby women on the weekends, laughing over whatever foolish thing you'd seen that week. It also didn't hurt that your sweet older brother had shown an undeniable interest in Lizzie, which seemed to be reciprocated anytime they'd meet at a Shelby party. You smiled remembering how many questions he'd asked about her after she'd left the night they'd met, or the grin on her face when he'd "run into" the pair of you on the way back from lunch one day and offered her a flower from a bouquet for your mother. What a wonderful coincidence of course, that your mother and Lizzie had the same favorite flower. So it wasn't an unusually occurrence for you to be seeing her, though you had a feeling if you tried to tell your husband, the last car might just happen to be out of gas. Eventually, you simply decided not to tell him and now all you needed was a way to get there...

And at 6:46 that way came rolling up the gravel as your husband finally returned in the only "working" car left. Standing on the front steps with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a blanket over your shoulders, you waited until your husband had stepped out of the car.

"TOMMY!"

Running up to the man, you smiled wide, quickly embraced him, greeting him with a passionate kiss leaving you both warm. Then you handed him the whiskey, letting him hold his briefcase in the other hand.

"Now, I'm not complaining Love, but can I ask what new trinket I bought today, that deserves this kind of welcome?" Tommy inquired cheekily, bending his ear closer to yours as you lead him inside by his tie. 

He knew very well you loved him, and he absolutely loved you, but usually when he came home you were waiting in the living room or helping in the house somewhere. It had become a small game of y'all's too. If he managed to find you before dinner he'd get some kisses and some praises about how fast he'd found you, "your smart love" he was. If he didn't see you until dinner he'd still get kisses but it just wasn't the same. 

You'd never tell him your dogs played the same game when learning to play fetch. He didn't need to know that. 

Besides, it was all in good fun, and an easy way to try and get him home earlier. He could always work after dinner, but one thing you'd practically demanded the night you'd gotten married was that he was always home in time for the last meal of the day. And for the last two years he'd actually kept his promise, except for the days he was out of town on business. Even then you'd convinced him to have what you called "telly dinners". You'd sit by the telephone with your dinner plate on your lap and tell him about your day. While miles away he'd be listening, happy to hear your voice after being with Alfie all day. Hell, one time you'd even gotten impatient waiting for the call and inadvertently interrupted a meeting. You'd ended up having a lovely conversation with the other gangster himself about how his dog was doing, while your husband mumbled about "fucking betrayal on both ends." He didn't really mean it, but he'd always find something just plain odd about the friendship between you and the gruff man. If was as if the two most opposite ends of his world would come together sometimes and try to take a few more years off his life. But if being friends with Alfie made you happy then he'd likely have to deal with him forever. Or at least until he found a way to make the murder look like an accident....

"Can't a wife just be happy her husband's returned home? I missed you."

"And I missed you every second I was away." One thing about Tommy was that he could be quite romantic when he wanted to. And even if he did bottle up his feelings too often, he still had a sweet talk like no other. "But I seem to remember my lovely wife being slightly irritated with me this morning. Something about keeping her in a cage," Tommy rebutted thinking about the small argument you'd both had this morning. 

Yes, he did know that he probably should let up a little on the overprotective precautions he's set up these last few days under the guise of letting you rest. But what he'd not yet told you, is the same day you'd gotten hurt, another enemy had made a threat on your life. And then getting a call, not even an hour later, from Frances about your concussion had thrown him in to a small panic, remembering the last time he'd almost lost you. So he'd taken his chances and used your minor injury as a way to keep you at the house for a few days while he had the man delt with. He knew he should have just told you from the start, but then coming home and seeing you curled up in the master bed, asleep in one of his shirts with a melted ice pack by your pillow, he'd decided to wait. It wasn't until today he'd finally had confirmation the danger was over and he could be sure you were safe. Maybe if your head really was better, he could take you out to dinner to celebrate.... Hopefully that would also soften the inevitable lecture he'd receive upon you learning the truth.

"Well yes I did say that, but I've had time to think, and as long as you promise to make it up to me later tonight, I'll forgive you," you replied coyly, lips brushing his as your words left no room for confusion on exactly how he'd have to make it up to you. "And besides," you said stepping back from him in the front hall, nudging his arm slightly so he'd drink the whiskey, "My head really is feeling better now, so maybe tomorrow we can go out to dinner too. I've been at the house all week you know?"

Tommy drank the whiskey and smirked, spreading his arms open wide as playful show, "With an offer like that how can I refuse, eh love? You want a real romantic escape from this place huh?"

You laughed, before pulling him close again wrapping your arms around him tightly, not giving him the chance to set down his briefcase or the empty glass. After all, if his hands were full, how could he stop you from digging your hands into his coat pockets during the embrace. Loving kisses on his face and neck helped distract him from your less than honest intentions. Well, partially less than honest... you still did fully intend for him to make it all up to you, especially with the small noises beginning to come from his throat as you kissed the small spot beneath his neck he loved. BUT that would happen only late tonight after the movie and maybe a few drinks with Lizzie. 

Quickly but efficiently, you moved a hand under the blanket you'd wrapped yourself in outside, to muffle the noise and pulled back from him again. But this time, Tommy has plans of his own.

"In fact," he said slowly backing you up to the nearest wall, finally putting his case and glass on a nearby table and taking the blanket from your hands. You hopped he hadn't noticed the slight jingle it made when he threw it to a nearby chair. "Why don't we start now," he whispered, beginning to leave light kisses on your neck, "I do have a lot to make up for after all. Telling the maids not to let you help at all, and then I had the cars brought to the shop so you couldn't leave incase you almost passed out again." If he hadn't been kissing your own sweet spot right now you might have pinched his ear and began to lecture him on just that. Letting out one soft moan, you ducked your head to press his lips against yours once again. You pulled him closer and grabbed his tie, taking control of the kiss again.

"Nope Tommy Love, I'm sorry but that can't happen just yet."

Hearing those words your husband frowned as he was the one to pull back lightly this time. 

"Why? Does your head hurt? I can get something if you need it," he asked concerned. Maybe the fall was more serious than Polly said if it was still bad a week and a half later.

"No love, my head's just fine Tommy, but I got a call from Polly earlier, saying there were some papers you needed to get done by 11:00 tonight. They were the ones you neglected when I surprised you for lunch last week and got knocked off the desk," you cooed at him, running your finger down his chest slowly to remind him exactly what kind of lunch it was. Plus, if he got too worried about your head again he may not let you out of his sight, and your plans would be ruined. It was 7:00 now and you'd need to leave soon. "She said they were very important and you really need to finish them. Therefore, I insist that you immediately go to your office and get them finished. And finished properly too, don't just rush it to make time for me."

"Love you know I'd never rush with you,"  and you have a small snort at the truth in those words. "Besides, I guess you do make a point and we wouldn't want to anger my aunt would we," Tommy chucked, knowing at least six things he'd said today to piss his aunt off.

"Exactly, so why don't you go to your office and close the door. I don't want to see you until at least 10:30 Mr. and don't forget to double check spelling. Those papers better be fit for a queen because that's exactly what your aunt deserves," you commented, lightly pushing Tommy towards his office. You had him now. So close!

Tommy smiled lightly and leaned over to grab the blanket from the chair, intending to bring it back in his office where it came from. Shit.

"Eh eh eh," you scolded lightly, stepping in front of the chair and grabbing Tom's wrist lightly right before he could pull it up. "I'm not done with that," you took the blanket from the chair yourself and bundled it to your chest, "You. Office. Now. And remember," you pulled close to Tommy one final time, "after 10:30 when you're done with your work, come and find me. And Tommy?" you teased, teeth lightly biting his ear lobe drawing a small groan from him as his eyes closed, "Tommy I did do some gardening today. Why don't you start by looking places where one can get a little less," you lightly kissed his other earlobe, "dirty? Maybe the bath will still be warm..."

Tommy cursed lightly as you placed one final, deep kiss to his lips before pushing back and sending him on his way. You were still in the front hall when he looked back over his shoulder, waving happily to him. And he was none the wiser that underneath the blanket was your other hand....gripping tightly to his car keys.

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby #Peaky Blinders

[fluorescentbalaclava]

training season's over

Chapter 3: Foxtrot Oscar

Summary:

Foxtrot Oscar / FO / Fuck off (Army) Polite way of telling someone to go play on a motorway.

TF141/female reader

spy reader, forced bonding, slow burn, slow build, militar inaccuracies, sugestive language, language, canon typical violence, second chance, they hate you at first sorry

previous: chapter two "Charlie Foxtrot"

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You waited outside Price's office, biting on your chapped lips. You could hear them arguing inside, not necessarily screaming but loud enough so you could hear the words "brat", "fuck off" and "glasshouse".

After a few minutes they came out. The first one passing by you was Gaz, who just gave you a glare. Okay, fair.

The second one was Soap, who purposefully bumped into you with his shoulder, hard, making you huff. Rude.

But who took the cake was Ghost, who came out fuming from the office, and used your distraction from Soap's push to grab by the neck of your uniform and harshly ram you against the wall behind you, making you hit the back of your head and causing you to wince. Great, he’s going to chew my head off.

"Listen, you little shit," He said in a bitter tone, his eyes filled with anger and locked on yours, as he, instead of looking down, pulled you up from your clothes to meet his height, making you tip-toe to keep up. “If I catch you even thinking about trying anything, I will personally make sure to find the shittiest hole and throw you there to rot. Do you understand?"

"Roger that," You answered in a grunt, to which he just gripped your uniform tighter, pressing you harder against the wall, making you hit the back of your head again.

"Try again," He said in the same menacing tone, his eyes still watching every movement, every twitch of your face.

"Yes sir," Satisfied with your answer, he immediately dropped you, making you stumble before he followed Soap and Gaz down the hall.

Nice work environment.

This was your official introduction to your new team for the next five years. Very promising.

You had to wait one day for this, as they had to return from your hometown back to base. Price let you settle down in your new room in the barracks while you waited and you spent your free day feeling self-pity, allowing yourself to cry and let it all out so you could act normal tomorrow.

Your new room was bare and dark, with a thin and not very comfortable bunk bed, an empty desk, a chair and scattered closed boxes with some of your things. Your other belongings were inside a storage unit, as Price made sure to clear your new flat and he told you very proudly how he managed to get your deposit back and return the flat back to the real-state company with some excuses before KorTac had the chance to “accidentally” burn down the place to cover their tracks, so good-bye to your new home.

You weren't going to unpack now, not when you're feeling like your world crumbled down and you're trying to put it together. Back in KorTac you were considered missing, you imagined how they must have reacted, probably an "oh, well," before they pretended you never existed while they ran your record through the paper shredder and gave your position to someone else. Both your computer and your phone were searched thoroughly in case you were being followed and to complete the humiliation of your situation, they arranged the picture for your I.D. card to be taken immediately, masterfully capturing your broken nose and your two black eyes in a lovely plastic card that you had to present to get everywhere in base.

Price showed you around the base, and it looked like every single other one you've been in. There were barracks especially prepared for members of the 141, but the gym and mess room was shared with the rest of the base. All the rooms were the same, and there was a common room with a TV, a small kitchen, a table, a sofa... is that a PlayStation?

After the introduction incident, things went quiet. Too quiet. It took you two days to notice that they were giving you the silent treatment. The concept was too ridiculous, and you really wanted to see inside their heads to see if they actually believed that by pretending you don't exist you would go away. I kinda wish it worked like that.

The first week, every time you crossed paths with them while going to your room, they didn't even look at you. Multiple incidents made you chuckle because of their absurdity. Like that time, you were resting in the common room, drinking tea on the sofa while you watched the Great British Bake Off and they would walk to the door, notice you were there and turn around in the spot.

Eating at an empty table was also a common occurrence, as they would gather in a table far away, talking between themselves. The portions here are huge, no wonder why they look like that.

The second week the passive-aggressiveness (and sometimes not so passive) came back. You were once in the kitchen making yourself a tea, waiting for the kettle to boil while listening to music, and you spotted Soap waiting for you to finish over your shoulder. Without giving it much thought while you hummed at the song, poured him a cup of simple black coffee from the coffee machine, and turned around, handing it to him.

"How do you know I take it black?" The Scot asked confused which made you turn again.

 I stalked you and your team for the last eight months. But instead of saying that, you just offered him an innocent smile making him frown as he was probably realizing what you meant with that look.

"Fucking spy" He said glaring at you, but grabbed the cup you were offering, nonetheless. A small victory, I guess.

Another time, a few days later, you were walking to the training field for a drill.

"Who is this handsome boy?" You said in a cute tone, looking over the German shepherd wearing the military harness whose leash Soap was holding.

"Riley" Gaz answered plainly, and that made you glance at Ghost, arching your brow with an inquisitive look.

"Don't look at me, I didn't pick it" He answered before looking away.

"Then why...?" You were interrupted by the dog suddenly barking at you, making you flinch back. "Oh, I can see why.”

"Look! He knows you're a criminal. Such a good boy, Riley!" Soap said in a cute tone of his own, petting the dog and scratching his head to congratulate him.

Price insisted that as a group you should go to training and target practice together to strengthen the bond.

"What bond? They hate me" You answered in an exasperated tone the first time he said that.

"Can you blame them?" You rolled your eyes, after all, this started because you were following them around, intercepting their communications and basically invading their privacy and spoiling their missions.

"Well, technically no... but---"

"Then be patient."

That's all you were to them. A merc, a criminal, an intruder, a spy. The rest of the training went awful. They worked as a team, like clockwork, they already knew each other, their reactions, their positions...and you were just there, behind them. Fuck, I'm so dead.

Once it was over and Price announced that you were leaving for an off-the-records mission in a secluded island to retrieve drones that were stolen from an American Army convoy, before they hit the dark market. While in there, you were going to split into two teams, Soap and Ghost, and Gaz and you, to cover more ground and eliminate most of the hostiles.

Your nose was almost completely healed, only a bit sensitive and there were some fading bruises under your eyes still, but the gauze was removed a few days ago, and the nurses were the only ones that were kind to you, giving the first normal conversation you had since you arrived. After visiting the infirmary to get checked and get cleared to go back for duty, you went to the showers to freshen up after the training, and the warm water helped you consider your next course of action and to reflect that if you had to die in action, it wouldn't be because of them leaving you behind. You had to set your foot down.

It was lunch time, a nice opportunity to get them all together. As you enter the hall, you spot them already eating at their usual table. Your hair was down and still damp, leaving the back of your tank top slightly wet, you were wearing your tactical pants, and your heavy boots were loud under your determined pace as you marched to their table. As you were standing next to their table, they stopped talking and put down their food to look up at your standing figure.

"Corporal?" Gaz in an inquiring tone.

These are your superior officers now; you have to respect them...but you couldn't help the words coming out of your mouth as an exasperated rant.

"Listen, I don't care if you threaten me, I don't care if you call me a criminal, merc, spy or whatever the fuck you want to call me just to antagonize me. But I am here, and I will be here for five years, nothing we can do about it and believe me when I tell you I don't want this any more than any of you do. So, unfortunately I am stuck with you, and you are stuck with me." You said putting your hands down on the table, leaning in, their eyes are fixed on you, their faces stoic…however you noticed their eyes drifting from your face, subtle, but still evident. But you didn't let it faze you, as you kept going in the same firm tone. "And I couldn't care less if you run away from me like I am the bloody plague when you see me around the base. But once we are deployed, we are a team who have to trust each other and I won't be killed in action just because three soldiers wanted to play mean girls as if we are in fucking high school and if you want to bitch about it to someone go to Price, this was his call. All I can do is to kindly ask you if you could get off your own arses and be professional enough to complete the task and then you can go back to hate me.”

They don't say anything in return, eyes fixated on you, the tension could be cut with a knife, hanging thick in the air and you could feel the eyes of the other tables in the mess-hall burning in your back.

"Did I make myself clear?" You added in the same firm tone, knowing that you might be pushing your luck talking to them that way, and you see them exchange a look.

"Crystal clear, lass" Soap finally answered, and it sounded convincing enough to make you lean back, standing straight. Lass? That's a new one.

Without further to add, you returned back where you came from, their eyes following you as you left, and from the distance you heard them talking again.

You would be lying if you said there was not certain amount of anxiousness settling on your stomach as the day of the mission approach.

next chapter: Chapter four "C.R.O.W."

if you like it leave me some kudos or suggestions on ao3! <3

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[thebadboyfanclub]

My Turn (Daemon x Reader)

This gave a refreshing note of a “what if” and I haven’t written angst in a while so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did

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“Hightower women are cursed with the burden of being second wives”

Such a vile statement that the people at court would whisper for queen Alicent and her sister (y/n). When Alicent married king Viserys no one was aware of how heavy it sunk in little Alicents heart. (y/n) idolised her older sister since she never met their mother.

Alicent had already given birth two children and (y/n) remained a maiden, she did not mind if she was honest, the entire concept of wedlock terrified her, her hopeless romantic side yearned for a knight in shinning armour that would sweep her off her feet, however she did not allow herself to foolishly dream of such a future seriously.

“I come with wonderful news”

“You are with child again?”

“No, you are to marry”

“What? No”

“Yes sister, it has been long overdue, besides your lord husband is quite eligible”

“Care to share the name?”

“Daemon Targaryen”

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Daemon had never been cruel to (y/n), he was fair enough to understand this was not her fault, on the contrary he acknowledged the effort she put everyday to make their marriage work, always greeting him with a kind smile, listening with the deepest intention, asking about his interests and yet he still could not… love her, it was odd still it was the truth, he turned cold against her, respected her but kept her at arms length, she was a good companion to him that were bind by wedlock and nothing more.

He tried, he really did try to deny Rhaenyra, after the brothel incident he attempted to cut the cord with his beautiful niece, but how could someone turn his back to such a woman that is Rhaenyra? She had bewitched him, wrapped his free will around her pretty little finger, the two dragons held a bright fire that was meant to burn side by side.

(Y/n) was the complete opposite of Rhaenyra, a meek and frail character, a pious girl that was lost within her religion, a septa was always by her side, though she was also kind, gracious, charitable.

“Do I repulse you that much?”

“What?”

“You can barely look me in the eye, I-I do not know what it is that makes you hate me so much”

“I do not hate you (y/n)-“

“Then why are you so cruel to me?”

Her voice broke as she questioned her husband, it had been Aegons nameday and (y/n) had more than one glass of wine, truth serum took over her brain as she walked in her husbands chamber to drill him.

Tears ran down her cheeks while her chin quivered, Daemon did not know how to answer her, he felt guilt pang his chest, she had been a dutiful wife, a loyal woman, however affection was not something that came naturally to him when it came to his wife.

“My dear wife”

He whispered to her, his voice softer than usual. Daemon reached for her, cupping her soft cheeks and her wiped away her tears with his thumbs, the bronze Bitch had never made it so difficult to be his usual unfriendly self, (y/n) made him fight with his own self and morals.

“I just- I wanted us to be happy”

She managed to confess between her sniffles, under the candle light she looked so wonderful, her nightgown let her shoulders, arms and chest bare, he had forgotten what her figure looked like since their wedding, she was pretty, desirable even.

Daemon might not have been the best lord husband, albeit he gifted her with the biggest love she could ever ask for, the love of a child. That night (y/n) caressed her stomach, deep inside she could feel her little dragon, the babe found refuge in her belly after their coupling.

Daemon had held his first born true son in his arms he felt the connection, however he recognised that on that morrow (y/n) became a mother for the first time, Daemon did not.

He had been decent, secretive with his affair with Rhaenyra, he owed (y/n) that much to allow her to walk around the castle with some decency, especially his two children, Baelon and Alyssa to be free of those whispers about their father.

“Why the frown sweet Aemond?”

“Everyone arrived with their dragons”

“Except of you and Alyssa”

“Everyone thinks I am a failure”

“do you think Alyssa is a failure?”

“No, Alyssa is kind and beautiful and funny-”

“And without a dragon, you know the greatest woman I have ever met does not ride a dragon”

“Who?”

“Your mother and yet look at her, the clement queen and the most elegant of them all”

As Aemond looked down at his shoes (y/n) took it upon herself to wrap her one arm around him and kiss the top of the princes head in endearment, she had witnessed how cruel Rhaenyras children were with their jokes, the pig incident had been the worst, Alyssa cried for two morrows from embarrassment.

“The gods work in mysterious ways, they take and then give back in ten fold, be patient, have faith and you shall be rewarded, also Baelon will take you for a ride on grey ghost, does that sound fun?”

“Really?”

“It is a sin to lie”

To see Aemonds face light up and ran to his nephew Baelon with excitement made (y/n)s day, she just remained still and allowed the scene of Aemond and Baelon talk about grey ghost.

“Thank you for that sweet sister”

Alicent approached her sister, as the ladies stood side by side the dress (y/n) was wearing was almost identical, the Hightower green stood out in between the Targaryen reds and blacks, (y/n) smiled at her older sister before she allowed her hand to brush against the queens upper arm for comfort.

“No reason to thank me, at the end of the day we only have family to lean on”

“Depends on what family are you referring, we are surviving between dragons you know”

“Alicent-“

“Where is your lord husband (y/n)? Oh that is right, I see him now, talking with Rhaenyra once again as he has her son in his arms. It is particularly odd, I have never seen him this affectionate with Baelon nor Alyssa”

Daemon and Rhaenyra had always been close, ever since she could remember Daemon had a soft spot for Rhaenyra, if she was honest they were times that she felt like there was a silent competition between her and the Targaryen princess.

As a woman and a wife it was considerably painful, as a mother she could not allow her emotions to poison their two children. (Y/n) had a eyes and a brain, it did not require more than that to identify the tenderness Daemon used around Rhaenyra, howbeit she swallowed the lump and her pride, shaking her head slightly to rid herself from all the thoughts.

“Such a observant lady you are, you know I could also say the same for your children, his grace has never been affectionate with either of the children you brought in this life, at least one thing I can say for myself is that my lord husband has never called me by his late wife’s name”

It was low blow, a punch in the gut and a dirty way to play but (y/n) had lost control, Alicent was her family, her confidant, she could not just listen to her sister spew such accusations for the father of her children.

(Y/n) felt suffocated, like Alicent had stolen all the air from her lungs, she did not spare a look to the queen as she stepped away from her to approach her youngest daughter Alyssa who was sitting on the floor by Heleanas side.

“My lovely lady bugs, it is getting quite late, why don’t we go inside?”

“Mother Heleana found a scorpion”

“Careful now Heleana, scorpions are known for their poisonous tail”

“The sting of the green scorpion will poison the mighty red dragon”

(Y/n) listened intently to her nieces riddles whenever she could hear them, Heleana was a kind soul and withheld a powerful gift, she was a dreamer, but this one seemed difficult to solve, dragons were Targaryens but who was the scorpion?

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Alicent and (y/n) could never truly stay mad at each other, it wasn’t odd that the soldier who warned them about their children found the two ladies enjoying tea by the fire. The two had ran to their children, Aemond had been stitched up while Maelor suffered an injury across his collarbone.

“Jace? Luke! Show me, show me dearest”

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Once Daemon barged in the room with Rhaenyra he stood in front of the princess and allowed his eyes roam the room to find the corporate of the young Lucerys being wounded.

Voices erupted as Aemond, Baelon, Jace and Luke accused one another for the incident. The tired and ill king tormented by the pain of his plague could barely even talk so he resided with stomping his cane.

“Silence! All of you! What has happened on this grim day?”

“Your son has been maimed and her sons are responsible”

“It was an accident”

“Accident? The young Lucerys and Jacaerys managed to harm both prince Baelon and Aemond with their blade, they meant to kill not to tease”

(Y/n) chimed in fiercely, to see the blood of her first born stain his clothes as one of the maesters stitched him up and her nephew lose an eye, the tragedy stirred up a fire in (y/n)s heart.

“I am certain the princes can explain why they acted out like this”

(Y/n) scoffed at the words of her husband, there their son stood being the receiver of an attempted assassination and he still had the audacity to defend Rhaenyras children.

“Vile insults were thrown to my sons, they merely defended themselves”

“Defend? Correct me if I am wrong princess, wasn’t it your sons that pulled the most ridiculous and humiliating prank on dear Aemond?, it is they who chased down my son and Aemond to act like bullies in the middle of the night”

“(Y/n) do not allow your temper to take over, our son accused the future heir of illegitimacy, a treacherous crime”

“He is our son Daemon, in case you have forgotten, how can a father be so cruel to his first born?”

(Y/n)s voice broke when she drilled Daemon. She had done everything she could to keep their family together, to appear as a living couple and spare their children from the pain of being the second best, she covered her ears when her father and sister would ask questions about how close of a relationship Daemon had with Rhaenyra.

Now, when it was the time that he must stand up for their children, he was against them, he called their son “treacherous”, she was baffled at the emotions she was experiencing, her chest felt heavy from the fury and unfairness she was being treated with.

“Who spoke these lies to you prince Baelon?”

The king questioned. (Y/n) was known for her pacifist acts, she desperately searched for the good in people, nonetheless her son is being accused of treachery after he has been attacked, he was still being stitched when the king questioned him.

“It was Aegon, he said Rhaenyras children are my siblings”

The sensation (y/n) experienced was only described as a cold bucket of water was dumped on her head. The whispers had nipped her heels for so long, she could take it, on the other hand her children could not be put on that blade, Daemon had failed to protect them while he whole heartedly stood against his own wife to protect Rhaenyra.

Suddenly everything was clear, like a veil was lifted from (y/n)s eyes, Daemon had exposed them to shame and embarrassment, making a fool out of their wedlock for princess Rhaenyra.

Her eyes fell upon the blade (y/n) had gifted her husband for his nameday, a fine gift that she had requested from old town was sitting on his husbands waist band.

“Dear lord husband, do you have anything to say in your defence?”

She questioned him as she took a few steps to finally stand close enough. Daemon remained silent, not exactly sure of how to deal with this situation, he looked back on all his mishaps, on all the time he detected servants whispering while he conversant with Rhaenyra in the garden.

Daemons passion and love for her had left him exposed, he had dishonour Baelon and Alyssa that had tears pooling their eyes, waiting for their father to protect them and even defend their honour, deny everything and put their young minds to rest.

“my turn”

Was all (y/n) said before she swiftly took the dagger from Daemon and charged for the princess Rhaenyra, the princess was quick on her feet and managed to stop (y/n)s hand mid air, still the Hightower lady persisted all while grunt left her lips from the agony of embarrassment, even though Rhaenyra was defending herself she could not completely disregard (y/n)s feelings, casted aside and forced to work things out herself, however Rhaenyra always loved Daemon, it was their destiny to be together.

“It is time you pay for everything you have done”

“You have gone mad”

“Yes I have and your family is responsible for it. you have frowned upon me for so long, my husband turned his back on us every time our children needed their father, you have pointed the finger at my sister for everything that slightly inconvenienced you. We loved you, served you fiercely but we were never good enough for royalty, the dragon can only feel loved or give love to its own kind”

“As a pious woman expected you to be the selfless princess you portray yourself as, now you exposed yourself without me having to lift a finger, saint (y/n)”

It was that sentence that compelled (y/n) to give one last push with all her might, Rhaenyra shoved her away earning herself a clean cut from the blade, a few drops of blood dripped on the well polished floor and a unanimous gasp was breathed out from the people in this room.

Daemon caught Rhaenyra as she stumbled back and grabbed her arm to see the injury while (y/n) froze with her eyes almost popping from her eye socket, shocked at what she has done.

Rhaenyra spared a look to (y/n) full of questions, everyone’s breath hitched at the sight of two mothers coming to violence over words left unspoken for so long, the pain wasn’t as bad as the emotion Rhaenyra was experiencing, battling between backing herself and claiming her love for Daemon.

Rhaenyra was not as cruel as to not recognise (y/n) was caught in the crossfire, her heart tugged at the tears that started to form on her attackers eyes, the young lively girl she had once met was now an empty shell of a woman

“Mother, are you alright?”

Baelon reached his mother, concern written all over the young boys face. (Y/n) threw away the blade, disgusted about the way she acted while her children were present, her hands found the boys cheeks and placed a kiss on his forehead. Alicent and Aemond along with Alyssa came as well, surrounding (y/n) to support her, Daemon and Rhaenyra with the children on the other side, holding the princess up as her blood was shed.

Daemons heart was shattered and he could not help but feel responsible over this, Rhaenyra caught the sharp side of the blade and the bad side of his wife, his true born children betrayed by him, his love children exposed to the truth far too young, the blade did not just cut Rhaenyra, it also cut the bond between him and his true born children, all because he dared to love.

“Do not fret over me my sweet son, Hightowers are known for following tradition, sons will always come before daughters”

“Hightowers mayhaps, Baelon carries the name of Targaryens, and family comes before all”

“Exactly which family are you referring to Daemon? Yours and mine or Rhaenyras and…. Laenors?”

Requests are open!

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[calimelontea]

the octotrio with an inkling!reader

❥❥am I splicing my current hyperfixation into a completely unrelated fandom bc the fresh season just recently dropped?? Yes. Is it going to be kinda awkward bc this is my very first fic on this page??? Also yes 👍But man is it gonna be fun to write, so I hope you guys will have just as much fun reading!

❥ the reader falls into this twisted wonderland unannounced and unprepared, but much to the student body's surprise, this new transfer student was... A squid? A kid?? It was anyone's guess, but for now it was decided that you would reside in Octainvinelle, seeing as you were a cephalopod of some sort. How do you fair in the ranks of the fish mafia?

Category- Fluff ☀

Content- semi platonic, Azul Jade and Floyd, you are an inkling from Splatoon

Azul Ashengrotto

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➼When you had first arrived at the dorm's doorstep, he couldn't deny his interest was piqued! Not only was he interested in seeing that squids had evolved their own little subspecies, but he also saw this as the perfect opportunity for profit!

➼A creature that can continuously produce different colored inks?? He's practically seeing dollar signs...

➼No doubt he'll probably ask for a little share of what's in your ink tank, and in return he'll provide you protection and some benefits in the lounge, (albeit some very miniscule ones. Can't lose too much profit, now can we?).

➼But nevertheless, it couldn't be denied that your presence in the lounge had certainly brightened the atmosphere. Now not only can one make shady business deals, but they also get to watch this strange little squid creature run around and obsess over anything it deems "fresh".

➼Eventually though he would begin to warm up to you and see you as a bit more than a walking money bag, especially after the overblot incident. You offered him a helping hand and a friendly smile, even when he was hardly deserving of forgiveness, and he will always be grateful for that (though he will never admit that a loud).

➼He's always sure to keep watch over you, whether it be him in person or the twins, and if someone dares to cause you any trouble... Whew boy, they better hope they can handle a good squeeze.

➼Anytime there's something you want to show him, you'd better believe he's dropping what he's doing to look (within reason ofc), and if you manage to bring him something of extra value, he's sure to praise you and treat you to something from the lounge's menu.

➼Most of your time together is just you dragging him along to look for something fun to do, and although a lot of times he would rather be back at the lounge counting up earnings or advertising new business opportunities, he just can't say no to that face...

➼Overall he'll likely be your safest bet as long as you're willing to sacrifice some ink and maybe your free will 👍

Floyd Leech

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➼When you first arrived, he just thought you were the silliest lil creature! It didn't matter to him if you were human or squid, he just wanted to squeeze you and play with you.

➼And squeeze you he will, you better be watching your back all times of the day bc this man can and will ambush you with the most bone-crushing hug in existence. You don't even have bones and yet you feel the structure of your very being squashed like a water balloon.

➼He takes a liking to you almost immediately out the gate, assigning you the nickname "squidling" since he already nicknamed someone else "squid", and you change colors way too often to assign a colored type of squid.

➼Instead of you dragging him around, now it's his turn to drag you. Will literally snatch you from wherever you are, whether it be your dorm room or even class, and run off to wherever sounds the most fun in the moment. (R.I.P Grim, you're on your own)

➼Literally has 0 idea what you're saying (inklings speak a special kind of language), but will absolutely pretend to know what you mean. Will have an entire full blown conversation with you even if, with context, the conversation doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

➼Likely will go out of his way to get something for you if he believes it's something you'd find "fresh". Mans is gonna come to your dorm with like 20 shiny rocks, some shirts and a thingamabob or two and you're keeping ALL of them.

➼Can and will try to make you swim somehow due to your squid features. It will not go well.

➼You're probably one of the very few people that can pull him out of his bad moods without bribery or blackmail. Legit just start talking to him about anything random and he'll give you one of those legit scary smiles and squeezes onto you like you've just given him the best news of his life.

➼He's a pretty alright option if you don't mind being a caprisun under a hydraulic press. Just... Stay alert.

Jade Leech

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➼Mans is literally scary, why would you pick him???? /j Much like Azul, he's very curious about you when you first arrive in Octainvinelle, but instead of profiting purposes, he more or less wants to study you.

➼He's very curious about what it is that makes you tick. How did squids evolve to produce a specimen like you? Are there more of you? And if so, have your species formed an intricate society? Where does your language originate? Do you have a similar intestinal structure to humans or merfolk???

➼Bro has probably thought about dissecting you at least 40 times and counting, but because it's heavily frowned upon in a school setting, he's decided against poking around in a squid-kid cadaver. For now...

➼Until then though, he ensures he's as hospitable as he possibly can be, while also leaving some room for learning about your unique culture.

➼This means he will likely be one of the very few students to start picking up on your language, as well as understanding your behaviors/mannerisms.

➼It was during these studies of his that you two developed a sort of trade system. You would bring him some wild mushrooms or any plants that look interesting, and in return he will buy you something "fresh" from Sam's shop, with a reasonable price tag ofc.

➼And due to this mutually beneficial system, it didn't take long for the two of you to become good friends. It wouldn't be very often you would see this tall eel man without his tiny squid companion, especially when it comes to his mushroom garden. Congrats, you have entry to the sporehouse 👍

➼This also means you two get to share your special interests with one another. You get to spend time with him creating mini terrariums and growing shrooms, and in return you can teach him how to play turf war (the second he gets the hang of it you will constantly get your ass beat).

➼He's a pretty sound option over time, but you should NEVER be alone with this man with lab equipment. Never trust a man who enjoys clam blitz.

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[boonsmoon]

Could I request Buddha and Qin Shi Huang (seperate if its okay) with fem reader that has bunny ears and a bunny tail (some smut if that's okay :3)

As per this post, I said I won't write lime/lemon, that includes smut However I will write sfw headcanons for both men Fair warning: I haven't read the manga, so pray for my Qin

Request Masterlist Buddha x fem bunny!reader, Qin Shi Huang x fem bunny!reader Genres:🎊🌸💞🧪

Funny Bunny

Buddha

Now let's go with the quick assumption you're a spirit of some type, that means you've probably been in Valhalla your whole life

With this, you have most definitely seen Buddha around

He chills with nature and you kinda are nature?? You may have even hung out with him before Ragnarok started

Either way, you both didn't get along at first

Yeah you kinda look like a bunny, but you aren't one... having him give you carrots all the time got pretty insulting

Eventually you snapped and told him that the ears and tails didn't limit what you could eat, plus carrots aren't even nutritional to rabbits!

He has promoted you to broccoli, but he ain't sharing that candy

Yes, you two are like the cutest couple, but also happen to be the sassiest

For a spirit you sure can carry the wrath of a god

He will pet your ears but consensually, we don't talk about the last incident

Overall, y'all are just some silly, go with the flow fellas, 10/10 couple

Qin Shi Huang

Bro I'm gonna be honest, neither one of y'all remember how you met

One day he just spawned and you had to learn to tolerate him

You still question how a blind man was able to snatch your ears and feel them, how did you not see him there?

It doesn't matter now, he wouldn't dare do such a thing now

At least when he shares food it's a decent variety, you've been upgraded to fruits and even meat if you want

Not quite a power duo, but more of a "fuck around and find out" couple

He has to skills to back up his confidence, you have deception to hide your abilities, kinda OP if you ask me

You will actively rant to him about how humans clearly don't understand food and animal compatibility

You've never gotten a carrot from him, not even indirectly, purely from your ranting

This is a fair relationship though, so he rants back about gods being absolute idiots

Overall, y'all are an unstoppable force in Valhalla, there is no immovable object for you two, also 10/10

praying these turned out decent

i got a bit silly with this one if you couldnt tell

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[misc-obeyme]

what are your thoughts on the cheeky lil cow boy (belphie)

Ah yes, Belphegor, a bit of a polarizing character in general, I think. People seem to either really love him or really hate him.

Generally speaking, I think he's deceptively cunning, but not in a malicious way. He's pretty chill most of the time, but he'll do stuff like manipulate his brothers to get them to do his chores for him. Except for Beel, of course. And really they are a unit. Belphie is always ready to fight for Beel and vice versa. But I also really like how they just quietly support each other. Someone will say oh Belphie fell asleep in this weird place and Beel will immediately be like I'll go get him. Or Belphie will be like we need to make sure we bring food to this thing because Beel will get hungry. Like they're just always thinking about each other and I think that's really sweet.

Belphie will also call people out if he wants to. If he has no reason to keep it to himself, he'll straight up tell you if he thinks you're doing something questionable. And his issues with Diavolo indicate to me that he has a problem with authority, like he would be more defiant if he wasn't also lazy lol.

Inevitably, though, we can't really talk about Belphie without discussing the Lesson 16 Incident. At this point, I think most people are aware of those events, but just in case, I'll put the rest of this under a read more. And also it's kinda lengthy, so be forewarned lol.

First of all, I have to say that I was honestly so confused about what was happening in Lesson 16 that I didn't fully understand that Belphie had killed MC. I had to read it multiple times and then read what other people were saying about it. So I never had an intense reaction to it.

But to be fair, it wasn't like we didn't know there was something weird going on the whole time. I knew it was the youngest brother locked up there and it seemed like it was wrong, so that made Lucifer out to be the bad guy of the situation. Then it turns out that wasn't the case at all.

Belphie is manipulative. That's just part of his character. And when he has something that he's trying to do, he's going to use that skill to get it.

Some people are still mad at Lucifer for locking Belphie up at all. Some people are obviously quite upset that Belphie killed MC.

But here's what I think.

It isn't that black and white. Aside from the confusing time travel shenanigans, this event is one of the most realistic things that has ever happened in the story.

Belphie shared Lilith's love of humans. Together they wanted to learn more about the human world. It would be easy for him to blame himself for her interest and what ultimately led to her death. But even if he didn't, he saw the way that it tore his entire family apart.

It wasn't just that his dad got mad at his sister and they had an argument or something.

It was that his dad was going to end his sister's existence and in defiance, his older brother rebelled. And there was a war. This was not some squabble. This was siblings fighting siblings.

Belphie watched his brothers and sisters fight and hurt and kill each other and it all came back to Lilith falling in love with a human.

And then he fell with his brothers, cast out of his home, losing everything he's ever known. His brothers are changing and suffering just like he is.

They don't talk about it. They clearly all keep secrets regarding it still, things that don't come out until MC comes along. Which is supposedly thousands of years after the fact (at least in OG). That means Belphie has had all that time to let that trauma fester. To let it twist inside him. To let it morph into the one thought that became most dominant: that humans are bad.

Is that a fair assessment of what happened? No, of course not. But we're dealing with a war traumatized fallen angel that clearly hasn't worked through any of these feelings in thousands of years.

And then he defies Diavolo and Lucifer panics.

Yes, Lucifer should have found a better way of handling it. But remember what happened to him when he defied authority? He is trying his best to protect Belphie. He is trying not to lose another sibling. He is also still traumatized and therefore overreacting out of fear.

And so was Belphie.

Imagine being locked up like that and a human comes along. A human is free among your brothers to do whatever terrible things humans do while you're powerless to stop them. Of course he's going to try to manipulate that human into setting him free. Of course he's then going to eliminate them because humans have been historically bad for his family.

I read this situation as Belphie being both afraid and angry that a human - the thing he's convinced himself was the main cause of his sister's death - has become so close to his brothers and has the access to his family that could cause another rift among them.

You could say that it was Belphie's idea to get MC to have all the pacts, but that isn't really true, either. By the time MC meets Belphie, they already have a pact with two of his brothers. He sees them already starting to worm their way into his family. And he knows that the only way to get out of the attic is to encourage it. He doesn't really have a choice.

Maybe everyone can now call me a Belphie apologist. But I'm always coming at this from an outside fictional standpoint. I'm like listen he's a flawed character and it's actually pretty realistic of him to react this way considering the circumstances.

However, he did kill MC. And that's why my own MC, Ciaran, has issues with Belphie for a while. It's also traumatic to have someone kill you, so it isn't like I'm saying MC should just forget about it or forgive Belphie immediately. I think it probably should have taken a lot more time for MC to trust Belphie again. Certainly that part of the story was a bit rushed.

But they're dealing with lesson format constraints and also it's a silly otome game so I guess fully formed character arcs can't be expected. Especially since we aren't dealing with routes and they have to cram everybody into the same set of lessons.

In the end, I think Belphie is an interesting and complex character. I think there's a lot of space to explore more about this particular aspect of him, but due to the format of the media and the lack of routes, his more in depth character arc just doesn't exist.

I personally have no problem with Belphie as a character, but I also understand why people don't like him. I am always of the opinion that everyone is free to love or hate or have any emotions at all about fictional characters lol. This is just my personal opinion.

#sorry I didn't mean to get into Belphie character analysis #but it all just kinda came out and once I started I couldn't stop #I don't normally write essays like this about characters that aren't Barbatos lol #though I could probably write essays about all of them if I wanted to #obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om belphegor #om belphie #anon asks #misc answers

[mymarifae]

i just want to share my thoughts about akito and Death. because even now—even off the back of an event like burn my soul—people STILL talk about him like he's an explicitly depressed, suicidal character whose every action is cause for concern.

i think the idea that akito is suicidal has been floating around for a very long time. and while it's not entirely without merit (more on this in a bit), it's still a misconception. and it really feels like kashika exacerbated the issue. which is unfortunate! it's sad to see such a beautiful song be misinterpreted like this.

now don't get me wrong! kashika is about death. but two things:

1. kashika may have been written for akito, but it's not just for him. it's also deeply personal to ryo haruka. there are certainly similarities and haruryo undoubtedly understood everything akito felt during the events that led up to the crawl green incident, but i don't think it's entirely fair to equate his very real emotions and struggles to those of a fictional character. he and akito share kashika! you can interpret it through either lens, but trying to do so through both is where things start getting messy

2. whiiiiich leads me to my second point. who decided that the only way to interpret kashika and its themes of death is literally?

i think it's pretty common for people to automatically interpret any themes of death literally—or at least very negatively. we're naturally conditioned to fear death, and then we're taught to fear it even more. it's the change. it's the unknown. it's the very idea of an "end." most people aren't very fond of these things! understandably so. but personally? i think the symbolism that can exist behind death is beautiful.

Death is the 13th card of the major arcana. above all else, it symbolizes change (positive change; it's always, always about what's ultimately best for you). Death tells you it's time to move forward; this part of your life is done. there is more waiting for you—new opportunities, new experiences, a brighter, more fulfilling future—but you must be prepared to let go.

the habits and routines you have now? the mindsets that have kept you alive? your current sense of self? whatever it is, whatever Death is asking for, you have to let it "die." it won't serve you anymore. it will only drag you down. and it might be terrifying and you might not be able to comprehend what lies ahead and you might want to kick and scream and struggle, but you can't cling forever. endings are never easy, and sometimes they hurt like hell, but with each end comes a new beginning.

and yes if you've read burn my soul this should all sound very familiar lol:

looking at death from this perspective, kashika and the entirety of find a way out should read a lot more like akito caught on the cusp of a monumental transformation. suspended between "life" (the old) and "death" (the new) so to speak.

up to this point he's been fueled by spite and desperation. two very intense, very negative emotions—but it's an intensity that worked. everyone else on vivid street had years of musical experience, and he had 0. he needed to catch up and he needed to catch up quickly because it's not like he could put the whole world on pause. he could take his time to learn the basics, sure, but every other vivid street musician would continue improving and growing while he did that. there would always be a gap between him and Them.

unless... he worked harder—WAY harder—than all of them combined.

and maybe that wouldn't do it either. maybe he would be stuck in place forever, always playing catch-up, always struggling to stay afloat, always being left behind. he knew this. and he knew the amount of destruction he'd end up inflicting upon himself if he went down this path. but in his mind, it was okay. it was worth it. because he'd rather die endlessly pursuing what he loves most than live not trying at all.

but in find a way out, when facing off against his old bullies, he starts to realize that he was wrong. he's not just stuck in place. he bridged the gap a long time ago, and he almost didn't even notice. and where he's going now, spite and desperation are the wrong emotions to sing from. he needs to let the unhealthy, extreme mindsets die, but also it's hard to let go of something when you would have given up a long long long LONG time ago without it.

but with time, and enough poking and prodding from ken and luka, he does it. he lets go. he lets the old parts of him die, and he passes on to the next stage of his life.

akito's character arc has always been about growth. improvement. learning. Becoming Better. and not just in a musical sense although Yes That Is A Huge Part Of It. his arc is also about his growth as a person. it's about him becoming more confident, and learning how to be kinder and more patient with both himself and other people. it's about him learning how to let his walls down and let his loved ones in. and to trust that they won't start kicking him to death once they're in there.

it's about him learning to exchange the Spite and Desperation for Passion and Love.

it's about him becoming happier.

which is why it's so fucking startling when people talk about him like he's suicidal and on the verge of a breakdown. like, woah, what?

as i said though, kashika isn't the only source of this misconception and i find more merit in the other sources because they're actual aspects of his character and scenes in the story and not song lyrics that shouldn't have been read so literally in the first place. like, yeah. we've seen a ton of unhealthy behavior out of akito. he's had a very extreme perspective on his place in the world from a super early age, and while the severity frequently gets exaggerated in fanon spaces, the shinonome household isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows.

he's been moody, he's been prickly and abrasive, he's lashed out. he keeps most people at arm's length and builds walls so high not even toya can get through them at first. he had to! he wouldn't have survived if he didn't! like, he was targeted and bullied by a group of adults when he first started singing on vivid street. that is actually a genuinely traumatizing thing to happen to a kid!

so no, i'm not against the idea that akito has experienced depression and suicidal ideation in the past. kinda comes naturally with the territory he ended up in. but that's the key word: past.

i get confused when the idea is dragged into the present. because again! the whole point of his character arc is he's overcome all that PAST adversity! recovery isn't linear but we're not about to see him hit rock bottom any time soon. or ever, actually. you know why? because we've already seen his rock bottom. stray bad dog. that event was his big breakdown moment. that's what opened him up to try to start healing.

we're not getting another stray bad dog. stop expecting another stray bad dog.

he's alright, i promise. he's growing up. he's gotten better. he knows he belongs in vivid bad squad. he knows he's loved. he knows his friends will be there to catch him when he falls. he's always been strong, but now he's even stronger. he's excited for his future, and i think we should be too.

#i posted this on twitter when find a way out ended but i realized i never put it over here :0 #project sekai #akito shinonome #vivid bad squad #long post #i love love love love when media isn't afraid to tackle Death as a positive theme #it's so rare. it's so refreshing #because like . i don't think we should be afraid of Death. i don't think Death should be seen as some horrible terrifying despicable End #it's as much a part of life as life itself. it's not a bogeyman out to get you. it's not a harbinger of misery and doom #it's life. it's okay to be a little scared - it's impossible to comprehend what lies beyond after all #but it's okay. Death is here to guide you. it's just time to move on. nothing more. nothing less.

[crystalflie]

Two Cat People In The Same Room. (IV)

Part IV—> (Part llI here)

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1630

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, general audiences, canon divergence, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side-eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

^A tiny bit of angst this chapter, with comfort.^

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You think that Matsushita is avoiding you.

After the little ‘incident’ with Banda and Chishiya, it was fair enough…but that doesn't mean you didn’t feel ashamed every time you were in the same proximity.

And it also didn’t help that Banda liked to subtly give you attention by getting close whenever he had the chance, or by asking to help you with your suit symbol when Chishiya was very obviously within range and listening.

It was all generally harmless and you didn’t mind it as much as you act like you do- until players suddenly began to die, even after the intimidating bully had passed. It shocked you to an unexpected degree, only because it was different when you knew that the people you were surrounded by, the people you were supposed to trust, were responsible for those that never got to leave their cell.

It was terrifying that ‘trust’ was so fragile, yet the most important component of the game. You’ve never been so relieved to have Chishiya and Ippei..though sometimes forbidden thoughts manage to cross your mind. Horrible, you knew, but more than once you found yourself to be hesitant, and accepted Banda’s offer to share symbols.

Not as if you’ll fully trust Banda either, but it doesn’t hurt to get some reassurance, right?

More or less, it was all done away from Chishiya’s knowledge, since he and Banda don’t exactly get along.

You strangely didn’t want Chishiya to be disappointed in you.

You really didn’t want him to know..how Banda and you would ‘accidentally’ bump into each other in the halls, where you’ll take off your hood and he’ll part the back of your hair, saying either spade, diamond, heart, or club.

Luckily, each time it matched what Chishiya and Ippei had told you. An unexpected weight had been lifted from your chest, and you were able to rest assured.

Though one thing didn’t change.

Banda never stopped approaching you, and even when you didn’t need to ‘help’ each other anymore, the little exchanges continued. You supposed that it would be unfair to stop now that your own doubts were gone, who knows how Banda feels about Matsushita?

“Diamond.”

Banda turned around, smiling, and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks for the help.”

He was always extra kind to you afterward, even sometimes bringing you snacks from the cafeteria. It seems to be the case this time too, because he pulled out a packet of cookies from his pants pocket.

“Thank yo-”

Then he pulled out another pack.

“Oh, more-”

And another.

And he continued taking out cookies pack after pack until your hands were full and he patted himself down to make sure he’s got every last one.

“Banda, how- why did you take so many?!”

Banda hummed, brushing off your question with a slight shrug.

“I want to make sure the kitty cat is eating well.”

If the definition of ‘eating well’ is consuming an unauthorized sum of cookies, then yes, you would be eating well before you died from a sugar overdose.

“Okay..thanks I guess, but I should get back now, don’t want my friends to be suspicious..”

You gave Banda a nod, walking past him down the hall. He didn’t object either, footsteps indicating the man was off to his own business.

The building was still a little unsettling despite you having gotten used to it, and it had way too many turns for your liking.

You also didn’t know what to do with all the cookies Banda had left you with, you certainly weren’t going to eat them all. At least there were different flavors, but still, they were all the same brand.

Did Banda like these?

As you walked, you tried to stuff the packages into your hoodie pockets, but it still looked unnatural, like you were secretly hoarding something.

Maybe if you can get back to your cell, then you can throw them in the sink. Better than getting questions.

Your walk sped up, eager to quickly arrive at your destination, but as you rounded a dark corner, something- or someone was in your way.

“Boo.”

“AHHHH!”

Unable to stop, your only option was to fall backward, landing right on your butt. As you did, all the cookies came slipping out of your hoodie, scattering around the floors.

Your eyes darted up to see Chishiya’s amused face, who was a little surprised at how extreme your reaction was.

“Wh-What were you doing there?!”

He takes a few steps closer, staring you down with no intention of lending a hand.

You instinctively scurried further away, still sitting on the cold floors.

“What was I doing there?”

Chishiya wore a neutral expression, the edge to his voice making you nervous.

You slowly nod, unsure where he was going with this.

“I think the real question is, what were you doing?”

At some point, your back hits the wall, and Chishiya’s form cornered you.

“I was just going to find you..”

Your voice came out less confident than you'd like, but all that was on your mind was whether or not Chishiya had seen you speaking with Banda.

Judging by his words, he totally has.

You don’t realize how you tried to curl into yourself more until Chishiya let out a small scoff, kneeling down to meet your eyes.

“You don’t trust me.”

He stated it like it was a fact, and you felt the need to refute the accusation. You didn’t want to lose Chishiya and Ippei’s trust, because you did trust them, and if they didn’t trust you, then…

“I-I do!”

Chishiya tilted his head as if he were confused, not saying anything.

“I’m sorry..”

His intense stare was making you nervous, and you did the only thing you knew how—apologize. Maybe if you gave in now, you’ll be able to salvage the situation, and Chishiya wouldn’t be too upset.

“I really do trust you and Ippei..with Banda, I was just..”

The white-haired man sighed, chuckling as he shook his head and stood up again.

“No, you were smart for that, don’t worry, I won’t tell Ippei.”

You felt yourself trembling at what he said, suddenly overwhelmed with a new sense of fear. It was almost like you betrayed Chishiya, and for some reason, you really, really didn’t like the feeling of losing him. He was honestly a nice companion to have, in a weird comforting sense having known of him before this stupid game.

A few seconds passed and you couldn’t feel Chishiya’s presence over you anymore, he was walking away.

You didn’t give him the chance to go far before you managed to desperately cling onto one of his legs in a bear hug, not letting go.

“No! Don’t go!”

Frozen, he looks down to see you holding on for dear life.

“I wasn’t lying..I do trust you..I’m sorry for doubting you before..”

You squeezed his leg tighter when he didn’t respond, muttering another apology before letting go and attempting to stand up on your own. Your legs were shaky, and for an unknown reason your head was warm, clouded with aching when you realized you were being ignored.

At least you thought you were, you didn’t hear anything other than your labored breathing, perhaps even sobs you tried to hold back in front of Chishiya.

You didn’t even know why you were so worked up, just the pure atmosphere of this place was weighing down on you, and the thought of losing the trust of a friend when you needed it the most..was too much.

You stumbled a bit trying to quietly leave, but felt something stabilizing both of your arms. Blinking through your tears, you could see Chishiya’s mouth moving, saying something you couldn’t make out.

As you didn’t know what he was saying, you remained still and allowed him to set you on the ground, leaning your back against the wall.

You just let it happen, sniffling, feeling too defeated to care whether or not he’ll leave anymore.

The man ended up crouching next to you, using one of his sleeves to wipe away the wetness on your face.

He was gently shushing you, trying to get you to stop crying.

“Take a deep breath, okay?”

You bite your lower lip, trying to listen to his instructions, when Chishiya moves his hand to the side of your ear, stroking through your hair.

He does this until your breathing stabilizes, and you were disappointed to find his warmth slipping away.

“Look..I’m sorry for scaring you, okay? I’m not angry, I believe you.”

Chishiya knew he wasn’t exactly the best at expressing his emotions, but he wasn’t expecting you to be that affected by his rather apathetic nature.

He tried his best to be comforting, but one look at your reddened eyes and anyone could tell you’ve been crying. He didn’t mean to purposely upset you or push you this far, and now, it was up to him to raise your spirits again.

“Okay..that's good..”

You awkwardly moved your arms, debating whether or not it was alright to hug him. You decided you were too relieved to care, and hugged him anyway.

Equally awkward, Chishiya slowly patted your back.

“Do you want to go to the cafeteria? You’ll be less lightheaded if you have something.”

“Maybe if you carry me there..” You quietly joke, hoping to lift the mood.

“Okay.”

“Huh? Wai-”

You feel one of Chishiya’s arms slipping under your knees, and his other arm hoisting up your lower waist. In one swoop, he lifted you into a princess carry and began walking towards the direction of probably, the cafeteria.

“CHISHIYA!”

Chishiya sighs again,

“I’m starting to notice you like to scream my name a lot.”

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~AN: I just want to say if I spelled something wrong or if the wording is bad pls let me know because its like 5 am and my brain is muddled. Thank you for reading!!~

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#banda sunato #banda x reader #chishiya #chishiya shuntarou #chishiya x reader #banda sunato x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib s2 #aib season 2

[girl-next-door-writes]

And I Love Her

Characters: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: The Winter Festival provides the perfect moment for Poe to relax and tell a special someone how he really feels.

Word Count: 1172 words

Prompt: Best Friends To Lovers. Putting Your Head On Their Shoulder.

A/N: This is the third of my Build-A-Festive-Fics so thank you to the super @sweetjedi who put these prompts together for the lovely Poe. (I have NOT proof read this so if you find a mistake LET ME KNOW!!!)

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The Winter Festival celebrations were fast approaching, and the Resistance base was awash with joy and merriment. Festive lights adorned the side of the Millennium Falcon, casting a warm glow across the snow-dusted landscape. The mouthwatering aroma of roasted meats wafted through the air, blending with the sound of laughter and the distant hum of starships. In these moments, the sense of hope was more tangible than ever, and the belief that anything was possible permeated the atmosphere.

Poe, dressed in his slightly battered Resistance uniform, leaned casually against a sturdy wooden post, surveying the scene with a contented smile. His gaze drifted over the gathered revellers, but it always came back to you. You, his best friend, was busy helping Chewbacca hang yet another strand of twinkling lights. There was a sense of camaraderie in the air, and Poe couldn't help but feel a warmth blossoming in his chest.

The two of you had been through more than your fair share of battles, shared triumphs, and weathered defeats side by side. As he watched you expertly manoeuvring around Chewbacca and the lights, Poe couldn't help but marvel at the strength of your beauty.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull, Poe pushed himself off the wooden post and made his way toward you, navigating the sea of joyful faces. The snow beneath his boots crunched in time with the festive tunes playing from strategically placed speakers, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the holiday preparations.

“Need a hand there?" Poe called out, his voice cutting through the lively chatter.

“Hey Poe! Trust you to show up just as we’ve finished. It’s like you’ve got a sixth sense about these things.” You teased him, earning an eyeroll and a lopsided smirk.

“Or perhaps I’m trying to stay out of trouble after last time.”

“Oh, yes, I am sure anyone flying into the base won’t be looking at a rather inappropriate image fashioned out of lights.” You giggled, recalling the previous Winter Festival.

Poe smirked. "Hey, it wasn't intentional. Finn and I were just trying to spread some holiday spirit."

You rolled your eyes in mock disapproval. "Sure, Poe. Holiday spirit, I'm sure that's what everyone thought."

He grinned. "Well, this year, I've made sure our decorations are, let's say, more family-friendly. No accidental light art."

You chuckled. "I appreciate that. I don't think the Resistance needs another incident report on inappropriate festive displays."

"Fair point. How about we grab a festive beverage? I hear they've added a new touch to the usual juice this year."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "A new touch?"

Poe nodded with a mischievous twinkle. "It’s a festive surprise.”

You laughed. "Wow, Poe. That's some serious dedication to holiday spirit, festive surprise huh? Lead the way!"

As Poe led the way through the lively Winter Festival crowd, your arm securely hooked through his, the atmosphere around you felt charged with festive energy. The colourful lights overhead reflected in his eyes as he stole fond glances at you, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

The joyful chatter of fellow Resistance members surrounded you, and the air was filled with laughter and the sweet melody of holiday tunes. Poe's steps were confident, and his arm provided a sense of comfort and familiarity. He could feel the warmth of your body against his side, and the simple act of being close brought a sense of ease.

Every so often, Poe turned his head to catch your eye, his gaze holding a mixture of playfulness and genuine affection. His eyes spoke volumes, telling tales of shared adventures, unspoken understanding, and a hint of something beyond platonic.

As you meandered through the festivities, the scent of festive treats wafted through the air, and the glow of colourful decorations created a magical backdrop. Poe guided you toward the makeshift beverage station, where a selection of festive drinks awaited.

"Here we are," Poe said with a grin, gesturing towards the array of beverages.

You surveyed the options, a playful glint in your eye. "So, what's the special touch this year, Poe?"

He picked up two glasses, each adorned with a sprig of festive greenery on the rim. "Behold, the pinnacle of holiday sophistication."

You laughed, taking the offered glass. "Well, I must say, the Resistance knows how to throw a party."

As you clinked glasses in a festive toast, Poe's gaze lingered on yours. "To friendship, to adventure, and to not causing any unintentional intergalactic incidents with holiday decorations this time."

“That is definitely something I will drink to.” You chuckled, clinking your glass to his before taking a sip.

The two of you wandered off to find a place to sit, finally perching side by side on a slightly damp bench. The two of you observed your friends and comrades, revelling in the joyous occasion. The air was charged with the spirit of friendship, and the twinkling lights reflected in Poe's eyes as he stole glances at you.

Poe felt a gentle weight on his shoulder as your head came to rest, creating an intimate connection between the two of you. The beating of his heart quickened, creating a rhythmic melody that seemed to synchronize with the music playing in the background. He stole a sideways glance at you, marvelling at the way your presence seemed to complete the scene.

The world around you blurred as Poe's attention became solely focused on the shared moment. Torn between the enchantment of the evening and the warmth of your presence, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. His heart, a drum beating in sync with yours, whispered the untold words that hung in the air between you.

Taking a deep breath, Poe's gaze held yours, his voice a gentle murmur amid the festive symphony. "You know," he began, his words carrying the weight of unspoken emotions, "this... this feels right. Everything seems to fade away when I'm with you. It's like the world stops, and there's just us."

His fingers found yours, intertwining in a silent dance that mirrored the connection between your hearts. "I've been trying to find the right words, and I realise there might never be a perfect moment, but I can't keep it in any longer." Poe's eyes searched yours for affirmation, a vulnerability he rarely showed on the battlefield.

“I know.” You hummed softly, and a smile pulled at his lips.

A soft smile graced Poe's lips, and he couldn't help but express his gratitude for the connection you shared. Leaning down, he planted a tender kiss on the top of your head, a gesture filled with unspoken affection.

Pulling you a little closer, Poe continued to watch the merriment around you, his heart beating in harmony with yours. The world had changed, and yet, in that shared embrace, it felt like everything had fallen into place. The confession of love had woven a new thread into the tapestry of your relationship, and as the night unfolded, the promise of a future together lingered in the air, sweet and undeniable.

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #build-a-festive-fic #gndw fic

[hooked-on-elvis]

[Trigger Warning] ELVIS MEETING HIS FANS, WITH A GUN BEHIND HIS BACK: TRUE OR FALSE? (July, 1972)

July, 1972 on Elvis' Beverly Hills home, 1174 Hillcrest Drive.

INTRODUCTION: Some things need to be clear beforehand. Elvis was threatened quite a few times over the years, specially since he began performing live on stage again, in 1969. Death threats were sent his way occasionally. Whether the threats were intentional or just a way of messing up with a famous person, some of those sounded pretty serious, thus not only Presley's personal security men or the local police department, even the FBI worked in investigating some of those incidents. Things got to a point when there were moments the threats warned about bombs being placed at his concert sites at the same day a show about to take place. Nothing came out of any of those threats, fortunately but, once those things happened, naturally Elvis was concerned for his life, therefore he was absolutely entitled to carry a gun, out of precaution, safety, "just in case" situation. It's fair to mention the Manson murders had only taken place a few years earlier (August, 1969) and, as we all know, actress Sharon Tate and her friends were murdered inside her home, tragically, which happened to be at Elvis' Beverly Hills neighborhood, so, yes, Elvis Presley was usually carrying a gun throughout the 70s, often, if not all times.

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Now, where this story on that one specific picture came from? Elvis' stepbrother, Billy Stanley. Billy is standing behind Elvis on the picture above.

Fans discuss Elvis' personal life over and over - and almost nothing can possibly come to conclusion because we weren't there to witness anything and some of the sources the stories come from are not so reliable as they seem to be, but still it's fun to collect different accounts on things that happened in the King' life. On January 10th, 2024, a fan shared the first picture (on top of this post, Elvis walking alone towards his gate with the left hand behind his back) on a Facebook fanpage. The fans passionately discussed the "gun" rumor. Pamela Freiberg, owner and administrator for "Elvis in the 70s" Facebook group, directly asked Billy about this "rumor" that was published in books and articles over the years, and he confirmed the story to her.

Pamela's comment on the group was: "Billy wrote to me ... here are the words .... 'There's actually a series of photos from this day. I was outside and saw a guy that was trying to look like Elvis. When I saw him, I thought Elvis would get a kick out of this. So, I went inside and told him about the guy. Elvis picked up his pistol and we walked to the gate. He didn't want anyone to see the gun, so he put it behind his back. As we were walking toward the gate, he motioned for me to take the gun, which I did and tucked it behind me in my jeans.'"

Some believe him, some not. One can wonder 'why Elvis would have his left hand on the gun, when he was right handed?', for instance.

Sandi Miller, one of the most recognized Elvis fans, who met Elvis in the 60s and today calls herself a "gate girl", — those passionate fans who met Elvis by standing at the gates of his homes, waiting for him to come outside, whenever he was there, to talk to them, something he would do frequently — who even was (to a certain extent) very close to Elvis, a friend even, since she dated Charlie Hodge for a time, was there that day on July, 1972. She commented on the thread in that one Facebook group too, trying to defend Elvis. She said, "He did not have a gun in his hand!! He often carried guns but not always and not usually when he would come out to visit with fans...more likely that he'd have his little derringer In his boot."

Elvis, July, 1972. Sandi Miller: "Same day but after he visited with everyone…then he and the brothers got in the car and left - he stopped again when he came back also."

— Sandi Miller's accounts on this July, 1972, moment. Those pages comes from the book "Elvis - Behind the Image" by Bud Glass. I do not know if it's the Vol. 1 or Vol. 2, tho. Excerpts from Sandi Miller's journals, where she wrote down details of the meetings with Elvis in the 60s and 70s, were used to both volumes of "Behind the Image" publications. Many candid pictures in those books are also hers. By the way, many of the candid pictures of Elvis in his gates we see around the internet were actually taken by Sandi.

Arrived around noon and there was already quite a crowd at the house. In the crowd of fans was a guy that resembled Elvis somewhat in you just glanced at him. He had heard that Elvis sometime came out to visit and had hoped to meet Elvis. One of the girls (fans) pushed the speaker and mentioned that there was an Elvis look-alike standing out there.... whoever answered the speaker apparently knew already because the answer was "We know". Just then a door opens up and there comes Elvis walking up the drive with his stepbrothers right behind him. It was fun watching Elvis' face as he talked to this guy, and add to see them side by side. After visiting for a while, Elvis said he had to get back inside because they had to leave for an appointment shortly. They shook hands and Elvis went back into the house - he drove out not too long after and once again stopped for photos before leaving. The man at the gate commented that Elvis had "made his day".

Personally, I don't see the fuss about this. I believe Billy. I believe Elvis was carrying a gun indeed, but he obviously didn't intend on using it unless he felt threatened, and we know stories about passionate fans who lashed out their idols, some even murdered them in fact (John Lennon was one of the icons, assassinated by a passionate fan). There's plenty of those stories. Let's just imagine ourselves as famous people. We hear there's someone trying to look like you, standing outside your house. Wouldn't you felt at least a little bit uneasy? I know I would never walk out there by myself. Elvis was curious if the guy indeed looked like him or not, maybe even because he had a twin brother who died at birth, Jesse Presley, so if I was him I would've been dying to see this look-alike person, but I would've been careful about meeting him too. You never know.

Elvis and his look-alike fan, Larry Blong. July, 1972, Beverly Hills, CA.

Fortunately, things went smoothly. Elvis saw the guy, shook hands, and the fan had the time of his life meeting his idol. That is all we need to care about. ♥

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Desktop Diaries: Chapter One

Pulling up outside the house, something seemed off right away. Mark had been to his fair share of parties through the years, for business and pleasure, but he’d never delivered to one this…dead? The street was so quiet you could hear a pin drop: no cars pulled up outside, no partygoers drunkenly dancing on the pavement, no strobes, no EDM – just complete silence. But yeah, this was definitely the address. Maybe this guy’s friends were the quiet type? Cosy Saturday in sort of situation?

But as he picked up the bags even that explanation seemed dubious – one, two…nine pizzas? That’s like twenty people, he should be able to see at least one through the window. He fumbled around for the receipt again to make sure there wasn’t a mistake, but no: nine meat lovers pizzas to be delivered to this address, extra pepperoni. He paused – nine of the same kind of pizza…oh, this was a fake order wasn’t it? Mark cursed quietly to himself: he’d never been duped on the phone before, but the guy sounded so genuine! Almost too genuine, like...like it was something he’d rehearsed over and over again…ah.

Quickly glancing over his shoulders, he hoisted both bags and hurried toward the front door: either this was a prank or he was about to be the inciting incident in a teen slasher, and one way or the other this was not an experience he desperately wanted to prolong. Keeping a watchful eye out for cloaked figures in Scream masks or, heaven forfend, vloggers, he knocked sharply and assumed a defensive stance, prepared for his life to flash before his eyes one way or the other.

Instead, as the door swung open, all he saw was a flash of belly before it was swiftly concealed by a hand tugging down a hopelessly overburdened T-shirt. Mark almost stumbled, caught off guard by the juxtaposition, before he glanced up swiftly to see who the hand, the shirt and the stomach belonged to.

The man in front of him was strikingly tall, at least a head over Mark, with piercing green eyes and a mane of auburn hair that framed his face with a thick beard. His muscular arms were well-suited to his strong frame, and Mark could easily imagine him carved into some Ancient Greek frieze or pediment commemorating tales of his heroism. In another life maybe. Truth be told, none of those things were the first thing that struck Mark about him. That honour went to his colossal belly, and if this guy could have been a Greek god, that thing would definitely be a mythical beast unto itself. It bowed out in front of him, like a beach ball in shape and tautness, peering out treacherously over his straining waistband. His pecs, soft and round, perched comfortably on the shelf of his stomach, kept in place by the best efforts of his shirt. In fact, Mark wondered, maybe he wasn't just athletic 'in another life' at all: his clothes were evidently a workout ensemble, suited to compliment a defined frame, now on the verge of total collapse. His shirt stubbornly refused to conceal the expanse of his belly, forced into temporary compliance by repeated downward tugs, and the combined forced of his waist, thighs, globular rear and, um...endowment, pushed the gym shorts to the brink of explosion. Mark stared in awe at this behemoth, marvelling at every fascinating contradiciton of his form.

Stared, indeed, for a beat too long. As much as Mark had hoped to lead with some witty or charming remark, he caught himself just silently making eye contact with this guy, mouth slightly agape, cheeks marginally redder with each passing, eternal second. The man raised an eyebrow as Mark desperately searched for something to say: something clever, something to diffuse the tension, honestly anything at all at this point, before he panickingly settled on

'Woah...'

The man furrowed his brow as Mark did his best retracting turtle impression, silently cursing his uniform's lack of collar, before asking,

'Hey...um...you good?'

'YES sorry...uh, so sorry, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding on our part. Someone ordered some pizzas to your address, y'know, neighbourhood kids being little sh-'

The man's puzzled look had quickly turned to excitement as he interjected,

'Oh no, yeah, those are mine. We spoke on the phone.'

Mark tilted his head.

'You ordered these pizzas?'

'Yes.'

'...You ordered nine meatlovers extra pepperoni pizzas?'

'...Yes.'

'...for like some friends? Or a party or like...a gala?'

'No...just for me. If that's OK with you, Mr Pizza Delivery Man,' he winked, stretching his arms and allowing his shirt to ride up and over his belly up to his pecs.

Mark composed himself, taking in the full breadth of the man in front of him.

'Yeah, no, that checks out. I mean, uh, that's cool. That'll be $179.91, optional gratuity. Cash or card?'

The man smiled, looking Mark up and down as Mark desperately struggled to keep his eyes on the guy's face, fighting the temptation to look down at his enormous gut.

'Why don't you come in? I'm never able to finish this much by myself in one sitting, and I could use a chat. How's that for gratuity?'

Mark doubted the first claim, but he was eager to see where the second went. He checked his watch: 11:00 - he was officially off the clock. He allowed himself a second to take in the man's bulging torso as he went back to meet his eyes, feeling his knees quiver as he did so, before he flashed a smile:

'Yeah, that sounds great. I'm starving.'

The man chuckled, a deep, sonorous sound:

'Hi starving, my name's Alex. Come on in.'

Mark rubbed his neck, the blush spreading to cover his whole face:

'With pleasure.'

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