#clearly nobody had thought about the fucked up fact that time not passing in the cube is basically the same thing as infinite time

[shrimp1y]

I want to open my mouth about gojo so bad. I want to talk about stupid scifi physics and math. i need someone validate me about the hc that prison realm is basically shrodingers box but instead of a cat its gojo

#gojo satoru #jjk #satoru gojo #touching grass #clearly nobody had thought about the fucked up fact that time not passing in the cube is basically the same thing as infinite time #because time was literally invented by human people to talk about how our body and surrounding changes relative to it #and if time is not passing for gojo it means he doesnt have to pee or breathe or anything. his heart would literally be stopped mid beat #the dude isnt breathin in there either. if you are breathing thats time happening to you #as bestie would say krill my dear shrimp gege didn't think that hard about it #there's no atmosphere in the prison realm. there's nothing. time and space is what makes up our reality if there's no time #gojo would have to be All Thoughts He could Ever have at once #because if he starts counting and keeping track of the number. that's time passing. he has nothing to anchor his consciousness to #do you understand how fucked up is as a sentence esp the fact that gojo isn't Paused. he is still Thinking #like if he was Paused then yeah that's time stopping because WE made TIME up. but if he could perceive that time isn't passing what the #fuck does that mean. #'so where does shrodingers box come into play silly shrimp' well. heh. superposition #gojo is in a state where he is both dead and alive in that box. and like if all versions of his consciousness exists at the same time he'd #to be fair that's not really how shrodingers box and superposition works but it sounds cool doesn't it. anyways. if he comes out of that #box perfectly intact without any repercussions i call that bs #gege u mentioned time being subjective when u said one minute in gojos mind is mere seconds. what the fuck would timelessness in gojos mind #be. its literally eternity. do you know how terrible solitary confinement is for a person and we are not mentioning complete #sensory deprivation #WHAT DOES #TIME DOESNT PASS MEAN #then again i tried to think of curse energy and reverse curse technique as entropy and reverse entropy so yeah #and entropy is also basically. intrinsically related to time #im so fucked in the head

[casualhedonists]

✩ it don’t need your loving, it just needs attention ✩ (chapter two)

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

chapter: 2/?

MASTERLIST

warnings: NSFW (18+), snow being snow, themes of sex work (not the reader), cuckolding, eventual smut, fake relationship, unprotected sex, themes of voyeurism & mild exhibitionism, murder mention (but no actual murder) (not yet at least?), MAJOR manipulation/gross power dynamics + generally darkish themes, some power play, oral sex, thigh riding, eventual piv, i’m new to full on smut bear with me here (and pls tell me if i forgot anything!)

i do not give permission for my work to be reposted/translated anywhere, under any circumstances.

a/n: first off, THANK YOU for the love on chapter 1. wasn’t sure how I’d fare since I’ve done a lot of writing in my life but little to no smut. with that said! longer chapter incoming. also I just know he’d give insane head okay i just do,the guy looks like he fucks and he definitely does

You weren't sure exactly how you slipped away from Snow’s room that night, but you could somewhat piece it together in flashes. First a head rush, then the fire in the pit of your stomach practically having gasoline thrown on it.

You remembered a quiet gasp escaping your lips, then panic, a flash of white, and suddenly you were stumbling away, head spinning as you tried to catch your breath, pacing unevenly down the hallway, any chance of a stealthy escape long thrown out the window.

Back in your room, once the door was bolted and your back was against it, making sure nobody could get in if they tried, you had your first shot at clear-headedness since you’d heard heels scuffing the hardwood.

You’d soaked your panties through and were dripping down your thighs, but you’d be damned if you could get into the headspace to take care of it. Panic flooded your veins, ice-hot as you tried to catch your breath. you slid down the door and sat there, legs numb against the cold wooden planks.

Who was she? A million questions filled your head all at once. Was she from the Capitol? Could she be one of Snow’s friends, one of your friends? The thought made you sick. What if you’d dined with her before? Talked to her? How long had this been happening? Who knew about it? Were you being played?

Had he seen you watching him?

Unable to help yourself, your one-track mind took you back to the way he’d groaned your name, though you were half sure that had been a fever dream of some kind. Still, you kept replaying it. Over and over, like a broken record.

It didn’t make any sense, you were so fucking confused. All this time you’d been hoping he would make a move, you’d practically begged him to. Why hadn’t he? When you were clearly on his mind, and yet he made you believe he didn’t think of you that way at all. Was he just respecting your agreement?

You fiddled with the lace on the hem of your slip as you mulled it over. You stayed sat like this for almost an hour, trying unsuccessfully to wrap your head around it. When you ended up right back where you started, and you were sure enough time had passed that if someone was coming to get you, they would’ve already, you finally stood up. Your caution led you to drag a chair from across the room, propping it up by the door to jam the handle. That left you with the sliver of peace of mind you required to shower off this cold sweat you’d formed.

The next morning, you dreaded breakfast. But you knew you had to face him, as well as the fact that this could very well be your last meal. You should at least try to eat well.

You made your way downstairs, a few minutes later than usual, enough for Coriolanus to already be sipping coffee, a few pages through his newspaper. You’d not got fully dressed yet, not wanting the contrast to be too obvious, but you’d wrapped a silk dressing gown around you so you were a little more covered up. You knew one thing for certain, you wouldn’t be trying any more of your tricks until you knew just what you were dealing with.

He didn’t look over at you, which you took as a good sign. The urge to hide from him, from what you’d seen and what you now knew, overwhelmed you. You didn’t say a word, and picked silently at your breakfast, but despite your best efforts, not managing to keep more than a few bites down.

“You’re quiet today.” He muttered, and you started.

“Um.”

He lowered his paper.

“Something wrong?”

How about everything?

“Oh, no, I’m okay. Just uh…” you glanced up at him, and met his sharp gaze. Fuck. You’d hoped you’d go unnoticed. You felt like a deer in headlights, like he could read your mind.

“Well?” He prompted, gaze unwavering. You blinked.

“Headache.” You managed to breathe, faking a small, pitiful smile.

He brought his paper back up in front of him, crisply turning the page. You both thanked the new barrier between you for cutting off his stare, and resented it as you looked at the tiny printed words you couldn’t make out from where you were sitting.

“I’ll have Lucille bring you up something.”

“Thank you.” you said quickly, almost too quickly, and you feared he might lower his paper again to watch you as you stumbled over another excuse. But you fell lucky this time.

The week seemed to pass in a blur, Monday’s gala being one of the only times you really left your room when Snow was around, other than meal times, which you spent in a similar state as that first breakfast. You cursed yourself for throwing out your longer dresses, and settled for the least suggestive of them, the white one you’d been thinking of pitching to Snow as a backup plan in your panicked state outside his bedroom. That all felt worlds away now. What you’d seen had shifted the tides, marking a solid, definitive line in your head between the before and after.

The gala went as well as it could given the circumstances. You danced, Snow was charming to you in front of the guests, but held your gaze no longer than usual. It was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling to feel his hands on your waist, knowing what you knew. It felt like you’d been tapped with a cattle prod and had to hide it every time his hand brushed yours on top of the dinner table, as unsuspecting guests smiled at you, the happy couple.

If only they knew that in the same breath, you were scanning the crowd, wondering who the blonde could’ve been, how close she was to Snow, if at all, and hating the way every touch he placed on your hands and waist served as a reminder that he’d been touching her instead of you.

Your stupid brain had formed a highlight reel of what you’d witnessed behind Snow’s door, and it tortured you with every passing moment. To know he was thinking of you. To think that maybe, he wanted you there instead. It put a strange sense of possessive pride into you, that weaved between your jealousy. Because yes, you’d seen another girl on her knees with her mouth around him, but you hadn’t heard any name other than your own while it happened.

You carried this strange hope, dwindling to start off, and then building each day that you were left un-hanged and very much alive, slowly chipping away at your fear of the worst. And yet, you knew the game, unbeknownst to Snow, had been fundamentally changed. You’d stopped your antics altogether, now barely meeting his eye as you passed each other in the hallway, covering up more at breakfast, and only talking just enough to avoid another interrogation. Avoiding touch, and conversation, and all-around keeping yourself away from him.

You were quieter still at night in your room. After a few days, you’d finally felt safe enough to move the chair away and sleep with the door locked as you normally would. But while your games had stopped, your want for him had only been amplified. Fuelled by jealousy and frustration, you had to bite down on your hand so that not even the slightest noise made its way out as you pictured him, not as you used to in your fantasies, but as you’d seen him that night, undone with your name on his lips. It was much easier, in your head, to picture yourself as the one on your knees. Any other fantasy just failed to make the cut now you’d seen the real thing.

Thursday rolled around and you’d made a new habit of pacing the downstairs library when Coriolanus was out of the house. That way, if he got home and stepped inside, you could pretend to be lost in a book. But the hours seemed to stretch out and you became bored, and with no Snow in sight, you decided to head down to the servants’ quarters.

This wasn’t a common occurrence, but it wasn’t unheard of. You were known for your gentleness among the house staff, less harsh than Snow, but firm nonetheless. It had led you to a respectful friendliness with the maids and servants, and once every so often you’d check in on them.

Today’s objectives, however, were purely self-motivated. You found Lucille, who dressed you, at the kitchen table, chopping vegetables.

She stood upon seeing you, and curtseyed (Snow was rather old fashioned that way). You nodded, then took a seat at the foot of the table.

“Do you need any help with that?” You glanced at the cutting board.

Lucille’s eyes widened. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Ma’am.”

You laughed. Lucille chopped and diced, and you asked questions. At first, they were after her family, her brother was sick and despite your offers, she wouldn’t accept help. So instead you listened, and slowly but surely, your questions got a little more directed toward the object of your interest.

You were good at playing the long game, so you started by asking about the company he kept. What she thought of them, with the promise that it would stay between the two of you, cross your heart.

She wouldn’t say much but she knew a little more than you; Snow kept very similar company as you did, and rarely went out for social visits. Any trips were strictly work-related, and when you eased into the topic of his past, Lucille mentioned, in very polite terms, that he had left a small trail of women heartbroken after a short period of time. That not all of them had been pleasant, and that she was pleased you seemed to have a positive effect on him.

She knew about your arrangement, practically the whole staff did, but they were kept on a very tight leash and were thoroughly reminded to not say a word acknowledging it, not even to you. It was with a knowing glance that Lucille told you she was happy you’d stayed around.

You smiled. Knowing that was likely all you were going to get for now, you let her be. By then, it was late enough to have gone dark, and you headed up to bed.

You awoke to creaking outside your door, and the shadow of footsteps from underneath it. You’d been tossing and turning for the last - you checked your watch - two hours. Excellent. You rolled onto your back wondering who it was, and then you heard it again. At first you wondered if it was just a sleep-deprived hallucination, or a sense of deja-vu, but then you focused, and there it was. The sound of heels. Again.

You sat up in bed, pushing your hair out of your face. You were enraged the first time, but if this was becoming a Thursday night tradition, it would be a serious problem. You were tired, you reasoned, you could just try to go back to sleep. Ignore it. Not let him have this power over you, a power that he didn’t even know he had. All the more reason to ignore it, and make it tomorrow’s problem.

But you just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie, no matter how hard you tried. Your mother used to say it was a problem, always sticking your nose in places it didn’t belong. But it had got you this far, hadn't it?

You knew you were going to follow her to Snow’s room again, it was just a matter of time. You had to at least pretend you had an ounce of self-control, whereas really your head was thrumming and you knew it would take getting hit by a high-speed train to send you back to sleep now.

So you held off. Five minutes passed. Then ten. You had to know, at least, what they were doing. Maybe you could get a look at her face, see who it was, and answer some of the questions you had.

So you went. With a purpose this time, knowing full well what and who you’d end up seeing, trying to take steady breaths and focus on your plan. Check who it was, then leave.

You’d never been that great at execution. Call it hedonism, call it a morbid fascination, or living vicariously, but when you walked up to the door - which was ajar again, strangely even more than last time, by at least an inch or two - you looked inside, and your feet planted. The last shred of your self-control allowed you to take in the room first, the desk and chair that was right within your sight, and as you tucked yourself into the room, half hidden behind the door, you finally looked back at the bed where you’d seen Snow with his blonde girl last time.

Neither of them were sitting now.

Thirty seconds ago, you would’ve believed the hottest thing you’d ever seen was what played out in this room last week. But that was before you saw Snow turned away from you, still fully dressed with his sleeves rolled up, stomach on the bed and face between the blonde’s thighs, eating her out like he was on death row and she was his last meal.

You’d gotten head before. You knew it felt good, but the boys you’d slept with before your arrangement with Snow were selfish and inattentive. They would try, but they were far more interested in getting their dicks wet than showing you a good time. But Snow - you’d never seen anything like it. You didn’t know it could feel that good, or at least, not as good as the blonde girl - who you noted in the back of your mind, wasn’t anyone you recognised - was making it look. Her hips were bucking so hard he was having to pin her down with both hands around her waist.

She was just moving so much, wriggling and crying out and gasping and - you didn’t think you’d ever truly known jealousy until that moment. You couldn’t look away, knees weak and hands shaking, letting yourself get sucked into this headspace again, losing all trace of rationality. You’d think she was playing it up for him, but you knew what that sounded like. You’d faked enough orgasms to know if she was, but this? This was real. As she got close, grinding into him, writhing, running a shaky hand through his hair then getting louder, you managed to snap out of your trance.

In a flash, you ran back down the hallway.

If you thought you were avoiding Snow before, this week was about to give you a run for your money. You took breakfast in your room, and kept only to the parts of the house you knew he never entered. You only touched yourself in the shower, silent cries washed away by the water and steam, paranoia backing you into a corner.

You feigned illness the one time Snow sent a maid to inquire after you. Nothing too major, but enough to put him off. When he left the house, you snuck into the library to smuggle books back to your room, a pile forming as you tried ceaselessly to distract yourself.

You wrote home, you studied art and history. You attempted a few terrible sketches. You tore apart your room, then put it back together.

Before you knew it, Thursday rolled around again. On longer days like this, when Snow had been away working for hours at a time, you’d doubled down on your efforts to get information, and after chipping away for just long enough, you finally managed to squeeze some tidbits out of Lucille. Namely that there was a certain gentleman’s club in the city that he used to frequent before his election as President. Snow’s old driver might know its name, she said.

“But that was long before he met you, ma’am, rest assured.” She added hurriedly.

“Of course. Thank you, Lucille. I think I’ve kept you for long enough. Goodnight.”

Snow had been gone for the whole day, and you weren’t sure if he’d come home yet, so as you headed up to your room, you quietly wandered a little further down the hallway, to check if there was any light beneath his door. There wasn’t. Good. You were glad he wouldn’t be continuing this routine of his. Maybe this Thursday night, you could sleep peacefully.

With a sigh, and mulling over what you’d learned today, you returned to your room, poured a drink, then collapsed into bed.

This night was as sleepless as the rest, and you’d been drifting - not uncomfortably - in and out. A storm was brewing outside, and the sounds of howling wind began to keep you alert. You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling, then glanced towards your door. Snow must’ve come home at some point, and very late at that, because dim lights had been turned on in the hallway. Paranoia crept into your mind, slowly poisoning your thoughts and turning you inside out.

It didn’t take long before the feeling pushed you to roll out of bed, slide on a dressing gown, and crack open your door. This time, you couldn’t hear footsteps, or anything that might arise suspicion. You closed the door again. Waited. Then looked around your room, at the messy sheets and the half finished glass of liquor on the nightstand. You rarely drank alone, but these past few weeks had been getting to you, fucking with your head. Coriolanus Snow had driven you to this.

The wind got louder, and you knew you were too wired to sleep, so you stood by your window and finished the glass.

You’d never been good with mysteries. You wanted to know everything, all the time. Know who had power over you, know precisely how to take it away. Know exactly what was happening around you at any given moment. But most of all, you didn’t like being played for a fool.

And sure, the ethics of it had never been discussed between the two of you. Your business was strictly professional, but when you weren’t allowed to sleep around, why could he?

In fact, how dare he?

You poured another glass, straight whiskey. Downed it, pacing your room, back and forth between the door and the window, running your fingers along the ridges of the crystal glass. You thought about him, comfortably in his room, not a care in the world.

How dare he.

You weren’t sure if it was the drink or the buildup of your situation that had your blood boiling, but it didn’t matter. You were incensed. His behaviour was an insult to your name, to your family’s name. Sure, this relationship was a sham, but all the more reason for him to act with basic fucking respect. Sleeping with - and very obviously, at that - a whore, who had a bad habit of leaving the door cracked open, was unacceptable.

You were running hot, and if you knew one thing for certain, it was that when Snow met with fire, he was going to melt. You’d make sure of it.

Your feet took you into the hallway, with the decidedness that this would be the last time.

You rushed down the corridor with a tightly bottled rage that was about to burst, words hot on your tongue and demanding to be spoken, until you turned the corner and saw Snow’s door half open. You stopped in your tracks. Reassessed, then stepped closer, slowly, steadily. Remembering what you were there for.

Then, as you got close enough to see inside - right there, without you even having to step past the threshold, were the two of them, lit by a table lamp, Snow sat on the desk chair as the girl rode him to high heaven, obscene noises getting louder. As you approached you saw Snow’s face again, eyes shut, breath laboured, and you couldn’t believe that anyone just walking by would be able to see this. They were fucking like animals, out in the open. You didn’t know how or why you drew closer still, closing in on them. The girl’s head was dropped down to his shoulder, back facing you, and couldn’t see you unless she turned, but Snow? He was practically facing the door, almost as if he’d been…

No. It couldn’t be. Could it?

But you didn’t have time to think it through, because Snow’s eyes blinked open, and you knew. He was looking right at you, blue eyes piercing into yours, sharp and dangerous like he was going in for the kill. You stood there, jaw dropped, unable to look away. In what world could you walk in on someone like this, and feel like they held all the cards, and you none? That was how he looked at you; like you’d been there watching the whole time, and this was all a show, playing out exactly as he’d planned it. Like somehow, despite all your best efforts, he’d landed on top.

It was like he read your mind, because he wet his lips, unblinking as the blonde writhed on his lap, and fucking smirked.

a/n: can’t wait for them to hate fuck after this (oh sorry forgot i’m the author for a sec) thanks for reading <3

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Honestly, I'm thinking about what if sukuna's s/o(in his og era and when he's still human) died and they vowed that they meet again in another life and they will love him again

MANY many many many years later, itadori become sukuna's vessel and sukuna met his dead s/o who's reincarnated. They have exact voice, face, attitude and everything. The only thing that changed is their last name and THEY HAVE WEDDING RING AND THEY'RE MARRED TO SATORU

And worst of all, sukuna is still inlove with his s/o and LIVID

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When I tell you I had to run home and write this IMMEDIATELY I mean it. What a absolutely amazing idea for a fic, there you go! Please let me know what you think<3

PS: I changed it up just the tiniest bit because it fitted better in the story I had in mind, hope you still like it though

Promises you can't keep

Pairing: former!reader x Sukuna; reader x husband!Gojo Word Count: 2,5k Synopsis: When Sukuna realizes that you did not only break your oath to wait until he returns back to you but married Gojo Satoru after 1000 years of him waiting for you, he goes insane. Warnings: pretty rough language, heavy hurt on Sukuna's side

„Ryomen“, you breathe out, whole body shivering in nothing but grief.

A thick veil of rain and teardrops pours down on the lifeless body of your lover without any mercy. How did this happen? Who on earth would be able to defeat the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of all times?  You always thought that this would last forever, that nobody is able to take this blessing away from you. But there he lays, covered entirely in his own blood while you clearly feel that his strength is leaving him with every passing second.

“You need to look at me, (y/n).”

He had so many enemies, countless people who wanted to defeat him. But no one could ever hold a candle to him – no one until now.

“(y/n). Look at me”, he gasps again urgently.

His hand gently caresses your cheek, a grin plastered on his face. You want to bury yourself against his body, close your eyes and pretend that none of this is actually happening, that your lover isn’t dying in front of you. But you know that look on his face all too well – the stare of death. After all, you took enough lives with your own hands to know how this feels.

“You have to promise me something.”

“I’ll promise you everything”, you cry out, holding onto his hand for dear life while the pounding rain seems to soak through your bones.

This is all too much to bear. You want nothing more than stabbing yourself and lie beside him, waiting for death to finally wash over you. But you know he wouldn’t allow that, that he has other plans.

“I taught you how to use cursed technique, use it. And when you do, we’ll meet again, you hear? No matter in which live, I will find you. Promise me that you’ll wait for me.”

“Of course I will. O-of curse I will wait for you”, you mutter.

“This isn’t enough. I need more assurance. Show me that you mean it”, he demands.

Without thinking twice, you use your powers to cut a gaping wound into your very own forearm, running blood mixing with the rain in an instant.

“I swear I will find you in another life and that I’ll love you until that! I insist by my blood, by a blood oath!”

He smiles while you can sense that life slowly begins to leave his weak frame.

“That’s what I wanted to hear…Don’t break your promise, (y/n)”, he mutters, lids so heavy that he’s barely able to keep his eyes open.

“I would never do that”, you reply, determination filling you gaze.

You will do what he told you. You’ll turn yourself into a cursed spirit and live on until you finally meet again.

Until you are finally able to hold Ryomen Sukuna in your arms again.

“Fuck”, you mumble to yourself, scratching your head while you desperately fight against the pictures of Sukuna that occupy your mind.

Even after more than 1000 years, it seems like this man put a spell on you, haunting you even in your dreams. Well, given the fact that your husband just found out one of Sukuna’s fingers disappeared, the wave of your past seems to catch up with you faster than you thought.

Your phone buzzes violently on your nightstand, making you sign in frustration. Who the hell is this? What could be important enough to contact you when you definitely have more urgent problems at the moment?

“I’m busy sleeping”, you mumble into your phone.

“Gojo-san, you need to come here immediately…I found the cursed object”, Megumi’s unusual bothered voice explains briefly.

“Where’s Satoru? I thought he’s around that area too”, you mutter.

“He’s buying sweets at the moment. Can you please just come here? I wouldn’t call you if it’s not urgent.”

You know that Megumi’s right, that he’d never call you if not necessary. But why on earth is your husband out there buying sweets when this is actually his mission?

“Sure. Give me 5 minutes.”

To be honest, it doesn’t really sit right with you to get in contact with Sukuna again, even if it’s only one of his fingers. But he has to be naïve if he thinks you waited for him, right? After all, he was gone for more than 1000 years, swallowed by earth without any sign. When Satoru Gojo came into your world a few years ago, he showed you what life really is about and even accepted the fact that you are half curse half human, protecting you from the elders with every beat of his heart. Yes, you love this man with all your heart. So much that you gave up the idea of getting back together with Sukuna and started a new life with your now husband.

None of this matters, though. Sukuna is sealed, forever trapped in 20 of his fingers. Even if he’s not over you, he won’t have a chance to confront you anyway.

With a swift motion, you get into your car and drive to the location Megumi has sent you earlier. Everything will work out just fine, like always

______________________________________________________________

“Sorry for keeping you waiting Megumi-chan, got stuck in traffic. Oh, who’s your friend?”, you question while eyeing the pink-haired boy in front of you up and down.

“And why on earth is he half naked?”

Meanwhile, Sukuna laughs to himself inside Yuji hysterically. Finally. Finally he found another vessel. Finally he’s able to search for you again. Oh, how much he missed to hold you in his arms, to hear your sweet voice. How have you been? Did you wait for him like you promised? Of course you did. After all, you told him over and over how much you lo-

“Something really bad happened, Gojo-san”, the black-haired boy that caught Sukuna’s attention earlier speaks out while scratching his head.

Sukuna needs to take a closer look. Who is this woman? She surely is attractive, looking almost like…

“Come on Megumi-chan, stop being so shy and call me (y/n) already.”

You. His heart drops, gaze hungrily soaking up your striking sight. Oh, you didn’t change at all, looking exactly like he remembers you with your wry grin and delicious curves. He waited for this exact moment more than a thousand years.

Finally.

Finally he’ll be able to hold you in his arms again, to rule the world with you by his side like the both of you always imagined. Can this day get any better?

“I prefer Gojo-san, though. After all you’re married to Gojo-sensei.”

…

What was that? Married? And that name…He heard it before. It belongs to the current strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

His stomach turns. This can’t be true, it has to be a misunderstanding. Back then, you made it very clear that you’ll wait for him no matter what happens, he showed you how to reincarnate yourself, he is the one responsible for you still walking on this earth.

You…You wouldn’t betray him like that, right?

“Anyway. What is so bad that you had to call me? And where’s the cursed object?”

“I ate it”, Yuji explains briefly.

Time stands still as you can only stare in disbelief at the boy in front of you, too stunned to speak. Fuck, this is bad. This is very very bad. Not only because that poor teen will probably die, but because it means that he’s reincarnated. Sukuna is back walking on this earth, free to do whatever he pleases. And you know well enough that this could be the end of everything.

“He ate it?”, you repeat with low voice.

Your heart seems to stop beating, your usual so confident smile fades away in the wind.

“Yup”, both boys confirm your worst nightmares.

You need to take a step back, to get a hold on yourself while your finger plays with your wedding ring. This is bad, this means trouble, this is the worst thing that could have possibly happen.

“Gojo-san, are you okay?”, Megumi asks, voice filled with concern.

It’s like you’ve forgot how to breathe, your lungs refusing their service. The eyes of that boy, that orbs that are filled with nothing but innocence and kindness. If you look close enough, you can tell that he’s inside him.

“Get that moron here right now”, you hiss, turning around to face Megumi so fast that your head begins to spins.

Fuck, what are you supposed to do? There are exactly two options:

1. Ryomen forgot about you anyway and will continue his cruel plans

2. He does in fact remember your promise very well and still has feelings for you.

While option one is pretty bad already, you are almost certain that option two is equal to the end of the world. Ryomen is fucking cold-hearted, sadistic and selfish. The only time he ever opened up in his entire life was for you. Oh, you just knew how to make him soft, how to make a thoughtful lover out of a man that wanted to burn the entire world down.

“Long time no see, (y/n).”

You feel like fainting, mouth dry like the desert. It’s his voice. And god, it sounds as horrible and unpromising as 1000 years ago.

“You look younger than I expected”, you comment dryly while turning around.

The worst thing you could do right now is showing him your weakness. You know this man all too well to be aware of the fact that he’ll use everything against you he can grasp.

“And you look like a cheating whore.”

His voice makes the blood freeze in your veins in an instant. He isn’t just mad. No, he’s absolutely furious.

“Ouch, that are some rough words to say.”

Before you have time to even comprehend what’s happening, he grabs your wrists and forces you to look at him, tight grip making your skin burst.

When you look into his eyes, you can see nothing but hatred and disgust in them – a mixture that makes your guts turn.

“Is this a wedding ring on your finger, (y/n)?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You were gone for over 1000 years. How long did you expect me to wait for you?”

Your voice isn’t more than a fade whisper, completely swallowed by the threatening way he stands in front of you.

“You swore. You fucking swore.”

“I moved on. I found a man who truly loves me and I love him with all my heart, without any fear or pursuit of power. He accepts me the way I am, he fights for me-“

“And I didn’t do that?”, he yells so hostile that you flinch.

“He showed me that I don’t have to subjugate people. The jujutsu sorcerers at Jujutsu High accept me the way I am, I would even say they like me. And admiration is so much better than submission. I changed my view of the world and this view doesn’t match your fucked up one at all.”

Sukuna can’t believe it. All these fucking years, he waited for you patiently. You were the only thing that occupied his mind, the empire you could have built together. Are you really giving that up because of a random man that put a ring on your finger? Are you giving this life of luxury and nonchalance up for some brats? This doesn’t sound like you at all.

“The (y/n) I knew gave nothing about all of these things”, he spits atyou.

“The (y/n) you knew died a long time ago”, you reply.

He hates the way his heart burns in agony because of your words and how he feels like falling apart. He is the king of curses, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of all times. You should be happy that he chose you to stay by his side, to support him while he reaches his goals. Why on earth do you choose a miserable life like this over him?

It doesn’t matter.

“Then you are my enemy and I’ll kill you.”

“Here I am everybody! Look what I’ve bought!”

There has probably never been a moment in your life when you were so happy to hear the voice of your husband.

“That boy eat the finger, Satoru”, you explain briefly without breaking eye contact with your former lover.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So you’re Sukuna, huh?”, Gojo mutters besides you.

Something inside Sukuna snaps. Instinctively, he lunges himself at Gojo, over and over trying to punch into his pretty face. Is this really the man you chose over him, the man you decided to marry despite the promise you’ve made?

“You have something that belongs me”, Sukuna states, pure hatred dripping from his voice.

“I know you want my woman back because she had a thing with you a thousand years ago. But I need to disappoint you: she’s mine now”, Gojo replies with a cheeky grin.

All the countless nights you spent together, the humans you killed on each other’s side, the empire the two of you built back then in your era. And this is your replacement? He can’t help but feel…

Grief. Fuck, even if he’d never admit it out loudly, you were the only thing besides his powers that Sukuna really valued, maybe even loved. He shouldn’t care about things like this, about your new lover. But he’s absolutely livid, the thought of this man touching the body that belongs to him making him see nothing but red.

Over and over, he tries to beat Gojo Satoru, to show him that he is not to be trifled with. But even though that annoying brat acts as his vessel now, there are still 19 parts of him missing. To beat this man, he’ll definitely need more than one part of his soul.

“C’mon, get back on track boy, don’t let this old fart take over your body”, Satoru speaks to Yuji.

Slowly but surely, Sukuna feels the control slipping through his fingers. No, he isn’t done yet, he has to kill the man that proclaimed you, he has to force you to stay with him at any cost. He waited to damn long for this moment, he can’t lose control now-

“Man, that is really annoying”, Yuji speaks out with his usual voice.

You can tell immediately that he’s gone, almost falling backwards in relief. That was a damn close call. If Satoru wouldn’t have made it one time, who knows what would have happened.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Satoru asks softly, hand placed on your back in order to support your trembling body.

“Yeah. Just a little surprised to see my ex after 1000 years I guess”, you breathe out.

All Sukuna is able to do is sit down and watch as this fucker wraps his arms around you and places a small kiss on your forehead, asking you over and over if you’re okay and what happened.

This is unacceptable. You are his and his alone. He will not allow another man to touch you, let alone marry you.

He leans back in his chair and lets himself close his eyes for a brief moment. No, Sukuna won’t allow you to be happy. Even if it’s the last thing he’ll do, he’ll kill Satoru Gojo as soon as an opportunity presents itself.

“I’m coming for you, (y/n).”

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[20doozers]

★Secret★

TW: jerking off/masturbation, pervy thoughts (kinda), use of y/n, third person, gn!reader, making bets, oblivious reader, wet dreams, palming, smut,

“Fuck-“ Georg groaned, his head tilting back as his hands gripped at your hair, pushing your head down on his cock as you deepthroated him. The room was filled with lewd groans and slurping noises, along with some soft gagging on your part. Fuck, you were good.. really good.

Georg was jolted awake from his dream by footsteps in the hallway, the noise of some giggling teens coming from outside as they passed his hotel room door. He groaned as he sat up in bed, glancing over at the alarm clock on the hotel bedside table, 5:00am. He let out a tired sounding grunt, hesitating before lifting up the covers to peek beneath his blankets. Lo and behold he was hard, so hard in fact that there was a small wet spot of pre, assumingly from his wet dream about y/n.

Be was a bit unsure, jerking off to y/n? What was he? A crazy fan boy? Yet he pushed those thoughts aside as he pulled down his pajama pants, just enough to free his aching erection. He took his cock in his hand, starting to slowly pump his hand up and down his shaft. His hand moved at a slow pace, and speeding up slightly as his mind flashed with explicit images of you, his imagination running wild.

He moaned quietly, biting down on his lip to keep his noise down as he slowly stroked himself, speeding up his pace quite a bit. His hand still stroked at his shaft as the other hand came up to palm the head of his cock. The pleasure was almost too intense, rows of goosebumps prickling at his skin as pleasure coursed through his veins.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck-“ Georg whined, he was so close to cumming, he couldn’t stop now, no way. He continued to palm the head of his cock, his whines and cries too hard to hold back in such a state. And with a few last rubs he came, his head falling back as strangled cries of your name fell from his lips as his climax spilled over him. His cock was still throbbing from the intensity, his now soft cock still grasped in his hand as he tried to catch his breath. His chest was heaving and his body was sticky with sweat, spurts of cum coating the palm of his hand as he bonelessly melted into the pillows.

“You okay georg? You sounded like you were upset this morning..” You asked, clearly oblivious that he had been jerking off to the thought of you on the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, just had a nightmare.” Georg brushed it off, taking a bite of his waffles as the two of you sat at the table having been forced to have breakfast with the rest of the band.

“Oh, okay.. well if you need help call me next time.” You hummed, thinking you were just making a kind offer. Georg nodded and went back to eating, a small flush forming on his cheeks from the offer. You heard a quiet snicker from Tom as he leaned over and whispered to bill, shrugging it off since you couldn’t hear him.

“20€, pay up.” Tom said smugly to bill, watching as the ravenette rolled his eyes and handed Tom the money, watching him greedily shove it in his pocket. Nobody knows what the two had made a bet on, but most likely it was Georg’s little secret.

YAYY FINALLY A FIC IS OUT!! It’s a bit of a short one but I wrote it at like 2am while delirious so don’t judge me and excuse any mistakes. I’m working on a longer fic I just wanted to post something to keep you little goblins (hopefully) satisfied while I work on it. Love you guys💕

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[pinkthick]

That was it

Pairing:Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Summary: Exactly 28 days after Thanos snapped, you still find it difficult to comprehend that Stephen won't be coming back.

Warnings: implication of sexual activities

Hurt/No comfort

Without much motivation to move, you were resting in bed. Periodically, Wong would stop by to see how you were doing, and you would always be grateful that he had allowed you to stay in the Sanctum rather than simply throw you out. Although you were certain that he wouldn't even consider doing so, there wasn't really a compelling reason for you to stay here. But you still did. You detested yourself, you just spent the entire day sobbing and crying, and couldn't even recall the last time you had a shower. But you had to realize that crying won't make him come back. In fact, just because the other half of the universe is crying doesn't mean they'll come back. You felt so powerless because they were gone and there was nothing you could do to bring them back.

You prayed Stephen wasn't one of them a month ago when half the population vanished. Even praying was something you had not done in a such a long time. But you would have assumed that he would have been with Tony Stark when he returned two weeks earlier. You expected Stephen to walk right through this fucking door, give you a hug, take away all your concerns and problems, and murmur tender things into your ear. But he was gone… just like that. Exactly like Spiderman was or half of the population for fuck’s sake. And nobody could do a fucking thing about it.

Your husband was gone and you couldn’t be more furious with yourself.

You grumbled and shifted positions, literally forcing your face into Stephen's pillow as you stretched your rigid body. For a brief moment, you only felt his calgone on it and briefly thought it was him. God—You missed him so terribly that all you wanted was to feel his touch again. Why wasn't it possible for you to be erased from existence along with him? It would have been simpler for you.

After some time passed, you lifted your head and groped for his shirt, which was still on the ground. Up until this point, you couldn't bring yourself to take it up. To think that he was genuinely gone was something you didn't want to even admit. He is.. no—was your everything. How could you live without him? Even the thought of moving on hurt so much.

You still clearly recall Wong yelling at you both that morning to get out of bed and go get some kind of tuna sandwich for him. It would be permanently seared into your memory wether you wanted to accept it or not. Why wasn't it possible for the two of you to be happy together?

Stephen turned back to you when you barely stirred in your sleep. The man smiled as your eyes locked with his beautiful blue ones, and your eyelids finally fluttered open.

"Good morning, my love," you said with a smile as you reached up to kiss his morning stubble and caress his jawline.

“Good morning” Stephen brought you up to meet his lips. Your kiss filled with slow, morning passion. As both of you fell apart, you turned to look at the clock “God, is it bad that I don’t want to go to work today?”

He quietly chuckled, "Nope," as you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. Stephen's eyes traced the remnants of the markings he had left on you from last night as the blanket slipped down from your body, exposing your skin to the gentle morning light. Even if it was for a little period of time, he wanted you all to himself. He dragged you by your waist and giggled, making you wriggle as he sank into your lap, which was wrapped in a blanket.

“Can’t we just stay in bed?” Stephen inquired as he curled up even more in your lap and somehow he was still covered by his own blanket. It was unusual to see the all-powerful sorcerer in a position like this, so you laughed at his actions. As you started to read some texts and emails some of your coworkers had sent you—knowing that you would be having surgery later this evening—you pulled back the blankets and began to play with his hair, trying to give him as much attention as you could right now.

“Even if I would like to, I'm still needed today.” You say as you take his hand and kiss his knuckles. You adored everything about him, including his hands, and occasionally you think he has to be reminded that you don't find them repulsive. He always treated you with the same tenderness and care as if you were a priceless gem, though he wasn't always like that. You always enjoyed the fact that even though he may be a little rough at times, he would always stop himself before going too far.

Time also gave him confidence, he didn’t need help anymore, he knew every inch of your body.

Stephen grinned as he glanced up at you, but when he realized that your focus isn’t on him, his smile immediately turned into a pout. Before ripping your cover from you, he snatched your phone from your hand and set it down on the nightstand once more. “Stephen..” Your admonition was completely meaningless to him.

"Only a few minutes.." You clamped your mouth shut as a result of him pressing you into the bed. He kissed the inside of your right ankle and lifted both of your legs over his shoulders. You attempted to stand up, but he stopped you instead. He simply pulled you into a passionate kiss, squeezing your waist with his hands that you liked so much.

Oh, you adored him regardless of his character, whatever new abilities he would develop, new quirks, new needs. You didn’t care. You would love him fully till the end of time.

When the two of you parted away, Wong's ranting throughout the Sanctum about heading to the Dali for food kept you from forgetting that you actually had to go to work. But Stephen didn't give you a chance to consider before he began to give you soft kisses all over your neck.

“Strange.” You tried again, sounding once more like a warning, but the former doctor was unaffected. You inhaled deeply as you made an effort to collect your thoughts, but it was ineffective. Your heart rate just suddenly increased once more.

He definitely knew your body like the back of his hand; when you felt him scrape his teeth on your collarbone, right below a mark he had left on you last night, you clutched his shoulder. He suddenly licked that spot, and you held your breath.

“Stephen Strange, I’m going to be late…” Your tone wasn't serious enough to compel the sorcerer to obey.

When you started crying once more, you weren't even aware of it. It was unfair. What good did that mad man think he would do the world? To make a better one? For you, at least, he simply destroyed it.

You raised your hand as you looked at the ring Stephen gave you seven years ago. You clearly recall that night because it followed one of his most difficult operations. It was successful, too. It was the one that launched his career and made him famous and you didn't think much of him taking you out on another date because he had a good reason to celebrate, but you weren’t sure why he was acting so strange. He seemed to be startled practically at every movement, which you thought was hilarious—that is, until he knelt in front of you. At first, you assumed it was a joke, but after witnessing how agitated he became just because you implied that, you realized that it wasn't.

Without any hesitation, you answered yes, and then you recalled that you had been holding back your tears until he started crying. And God, screw all the journalists who called you a gold digger. You knew him damn well, before he became famous. Even when you were students and were just roommates, the two of you carefully counted every penny to see whether you could both still afford to eat. With him, you experienced some fairly gloomy moments. However, you both managed to get through anything.

God, how you miss him.

You were still focused on the ring in front of you when your heart sank when you noticed the calendar.

November 15th. It had been 28 days since he vanished. You knew it was foolish because he was already dead, but you continued to keep track of the days.

Skin cells totally regenerate every 28 days, which made you understand that whatever part of you that he had touched in the past—whether it was when he held your hand, cradled you in his chest, hugged you, held your face, or wrapped his hands around your neck—had disappeared entirely from your skin.

The skin you have right now, has never felt his touch. You suddenly realized that he will never again hold you in that way. That was it. Your hands have forgotten what it feels like to be in his grasp entirely. While your flesh may have forgotten, your heart and mind are still burdened by those memories and are pleading with you to let them go so they may heal and move on just like your skin did.

But you already knew it wouldn't. You would be unable to undo the permanent scarring of your heart.

That was it.

He wasn’t coming back.

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[bbiemochi]

a fellow reip i see 👀 can i rq having ur first date and first kiss with rei? thank u sm!💜💜💜

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 | rei sakuma x reader

[an]: congrats, you just know my favorite shit to eat up and it’s your request/srs. YES I AM A REIP BCUZ I JUST LOVE HIM SM?!;!;₱:!;!/₱: HE’S LIKE SO FUCKING PRETTY AND I’M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM LIKE I CAN WRITE A WHOLE ESSAY DEDICATING MY HEART TO HIM. alright, i’m saying too much but sorry if this took a while, precious! tysm for requesting! <33

summary: if you prayed enough, you hoped that everything goes well on your first date with the leader of undead, the so-called ‘vampire’ of the group.

pairing: rei sakuma x g/n!reader!

genre: fluff!

12:37pm

never had you ever felt so nervous in your entire life when stepping upon the foot of the day you were born…

maybe it was just the way people from crowds would look over to you and take a glance from your figure just standing on the side. you looked nice, very formal in fact that you had caught some strangers’ attention. though, you weren’t here for them. you were waiting for a certain someone to arrive this day.

surprisingly, as much as you’d wanna slap yourself awake even if you knew clearly you weren’t dreaming—an idol asked you out on a date. you had no idea how you ended becoming a nobody in middle school to an idol from a famous unit asking you out with just the two of you. not to mention the unit’s leader and one of the main attractions of the group.

rei sakuma of undead has told you that he had been liking you for so long ever since you stepped in and become a producer for his unit, to make it fair everyone in the unit knew his obvious crush for you and had been desperately telling him to ask you out already for those fuzzy puppy love to be over. koga had to tell you some hints yet he wasn’t sure if you get it.

although, to also make it extra understandable…you too fell for rei. not only was that asshole good looking and talented in mostly everything, you were the first person he came out to from his true self. not rei sakuma from everyday idol practice—who bugs about being a vampire in a human world, but…rei. the one who’s showing his true colors. you don’t know why…but with that color showing you knew for sure you were in love with him. the angels sang when his feelings were mutual.

it was a lovely confession. just the two of you in the undead rehearsal room when he said those three words. ‘i love you.’ your expression was stuck between flustered or stunned. the light that illuminated from the window’s curtains shone on your e/c colored eyes and rei’s deep red pupils. you two were close to pressing your lips to one another, if weren’t for the twins barging inside of the room looking all excited. the atmosphere was cut, however rei whispered if you’d go on a date with him tomorrow since…it was his day off from daily idol practice and duties.

so, here you are…all tidied up and looks fixed. you didn’t really give much care to your looks before…that was until you worked with rei and his unit. he made you feel like you were someone special, and you took that thought to heart a bit. as adults, children, and even elderly walked pass by the sidewalk, all you did was check your phone and the time—you made sure you looked alright at the reflection of the screen, and continued to wait. the area was almost crowded with citizens, you were deciding to whether keep waiting there or just text rei that you’d wait somewhere else since the place was close to being packed. you looked very anxious in the flood of people, looking at your phone every second when someone walks by.

the stares somehow made you uncomfortable every time they head to your direction. it always did. but, you had to get used to them as you are undead’s producer and interviews are a high chance of happening to you. last check on the time, it was now 12:58pm. you arrived here at around 12:30–and your chest was beating fast. what if rei wasn’t really going to come? what if he was playing some kind of joke on you? a dare from the other members? or probably even the twins? you weren’t sure of what to think anymore. you hated how you’re easily pla—

“behind you.”

the voice that came from your back got you jumping from surprise. a startled expression on engulfs over your face as your hand was calmly placed on your beating heart. you can hear him chuckle, “sorry if i came a little late. did you wait long?” was the first thing he asked upon now fully looking at you. rei, this bastard coming out of nowhere like always. although he did gave you a fright, you weren’t gonna lie that he looked too good looking for somebody wearing casual clothing, including on a first date. a black coat, covering his purple, rock labeled t-shirt from the inside, paired with jet black pants and some expensive looking shoes. he was wearing a necklace you had never seen before. a cross, this dork. you weren’t sure how much he can keep the old vampire act if he keeps acting the opposite. on his wrists was a watch, and the handmade bracelet you gave him last week after a concert. a small gift for him, is what you like to call it.

the male gave you a toothy grin as your eyes locked onto his figure, observing his attire and looks. and with that grin plastered on you knew exactly what was going on over his head. “stare as much as you’d like, little darling.”

“huh..? i-i wasn’t staring…! you scared me…!” is what you replied, “but i didn’t wait long so i’m fine…”

was the heat from your cheeks visible? you prayed to god they weren’t…or else it’ll add up to rei’s endless teasing. and you did not wanna look like a burning mess throughout your first date. as a soft laugh escapes from the male, he meets your eyes and at that mere second…you just couldn’t help but look away. jesus, this was embarrassing. do you look alright? sure, not like you checked yourself on the phone camera like 10 times already. made sure to brush every bed hair down? yeah, you were doing just great.

nonetheless with all the panic you had within yourself earlier you probably looked like an idiot.

“you look gorgeous.” was what you heard in front. you couldn’t help but cup both of your cheeks on your hands to calm the heat forming over your face. it was just a simple compliment…though why did it impacted you so much like it was a mark? another chuckle can be heard to your ears. not long after, rei pushes both of his hands down into his pockets before starting, “well then, now that we’re here, let’s go now…” he takes his right hand out from the pocket and extended it towards your view. “shall we…?”

it took you a few seconds to analyze what was going on, and steadily…you took your hand on his. there was an instant electricity that sparked the moment you held his hand. it was…soft. you definitely did not expect that. as he tightened the grip of your hand and pulled you closer to him, you gasped a bit, and rei’s smile widen. “the aquarium is close if we take the train. let’s not waste time now.” then off he pulled you gently towards the station.

the entire time on your way to the train station with rei, your heart was skipping beats and your eyes’ view were glued down to the floor. your right hand tightened your grip to the rope of your bag when you kept going back to the thought of the two of you holding hands throughout the walk…you swore to the heavens above if someone you knew from your school saw you two like this you would jump off a bridge. but his hands…were so soft. you hoped your palms weren’t sweating…that would be embarrassing for sure.

a ring. you noted that he was wearing a ring on his hand. ruby red…must be given by a family member. definitely not ritsu…or maybe he did? how were you supposed to know? you were far to notice how long you were staring at his hand. and all of a sudden, the grip of rei’s palm around yours tighten, and you gasped once again. “is something the matter?” yes there is.

looking up at him, you shook your head, “no, i-i’m fine…” a second silence, then he smiles. “do you not like it when i hold you hand…?” the male questions next, you shrieked. “huh?? n-no it’s alright..! i don’t mind i swear..!” idiot, idiot, idiot, your heart now was beating double times. you hoped it wasn’t obvious. rei chuckles, “it’s fine if you are, i swear. just tell me, no need to lie. i need to make sure you’re comfortable after all.” fuckkk…you were so in love with this man. “oh? your face is red.”

“shut up…” it was more visible now when you looked away. and rei seemed to have like this reaction of yours that you created. great job. it wasn’t like this was your first time holding the undead leader’s hand. in fact, you remembered holding it whenever you would help him stand up from his coffin or whenever he’d lay down somewhere. and because of it—out of nowhere, rei’s hand shifted, with his fingers now intertwining with yours…you felt like your heart and pulse stopped at that moment. holy shit…this guy…

“now you’re even more red. you comfortable?” you wanted to scream very. looking at him, you nodded your head with no response coming from your lips, and he grins. dear goodness he was so charming. who knew you were so lucky?

when the both of you arrived at the train station, you payed for your tickets and then waited for the train to arrive so you could come early to the new aquarium rei told you about for your date plan. and during the train ride, who knew you and rei had so much in common…since it seemed like you both never ran out of topics to talk about inside of the train. there were less people than usual…it was saturday after all and not much students were riding (except not less the office workers inside) so, talking to one another where only you two can hear was amazing.

as the train arrived to your destination, you and rei hopped out of the station and walked to the aquarium. based to the location on the map, the aquarium was only a few blocks away from the train station, so it would be easier to walk there instead of looking for a ride towards the place. you and rei had a lovely chat on your way there, so lovely in fact that you didn’t even notice you both were still holding hands, fingers intertwined.

it didn’t take long when the two of you reached the place—and as predicted not too much ago, the aquarium was being swarmed by loads of people. it was expected since it was said to be build by one of the greatest architects around the town. after all, new forms of ideas by geniuses were much obliged by the folks. you had no idea how rei was able to find this place, yet you know him…a mysterious and cunning individual. no wonder why you fell for this man. “ooh, it’s bigger than i imagined…” you hear him speak, eyes focused on the aquarium complex. you nodded your head in agreement. “the fact that it was newly build in this area but the flood of crowds read like they knew this place for long ago…it really is impressive.”

“kuku…i’m quite flattered that we’re one of the hundreds of crowds arrived to see this place after it’s construction. i should thank the kids for showing me a perfect spot for this date,” the ravenette says before looking at you. you flinched when his face comes close to yours, “let’s head inside, i bet there’s more impressive structure arranged. also, there’s a lot of sea animals we’ll get to view,” you didn’t get to mutter out your words when rei began to drag you inside.

the shoulders of each person you bumped into was countless—you can see that rei was pretty calm about the whole time he dragged you inside the complex. you two payed for tickets to enter the aquarium, and as you stepped your foot onto the place, your eyes shimmered with the amount of beautiful wavy blue aquatic animals you saw from each side to side. children laughed while adults chased after their child. you sighed satisfyingly when you looked around, twirling while a huge smiled covered your face, and if only you noticed…rei fell even more for you.

“wow…” you only managed to murmur out. the reflection in your eyes perfectly catches the view of the fishes swimming in the tanks, your fingertips pressing onto the glass slowly. you were mesmerized, and rei loved this sight of yours. he’d make sure he’ll record it with his heart. “this place is prettier than the other aquariums i visited as a kid…woah..! rei, look…! that fish is looking at us funny..!” rei went closer to your side to look, and he chuckles. “heh, i forgot what type of fish that is…but it does look humorous.”

you both traveled floor to floor—and even scheduled for the penguin show. during that, you almost got separated away from your date. the room was filled, and the sight of rei was seemed to be absent from your perspective. you panicked a little, trying to look on every corner of rei was there somewhere. slapping your forehead you can’t help but mutter a few curse words under your breath where kids nearby can’t hear you. however, when a fish that was struck with golden caught your attention, you couldn’t help but follow to where it was swimming towards. it’s fin was beautiful, almost looked liked it was sparkling. you bet subaru would love this fish.

your eyes followed it until you can see the fish swimming towards another one of their kind, and before you knew it, they kissed. it was lovely, and you can’t help but smile. usually, you’d like to mark these kinds of situations as a ‘coincidence,’ yet when your eyes looked up and met with deep red color, your heart raced. rei, was surprisingly at the other side of the fish tank, and at that moment you felt like you were in a movie. as he stared back right at you, he smiles softly, waving over to your direction.

his eyes reads; ‘you found me.’

you gaze back with a gentle smile, ‘i found you.’

***

you and rei spent the whole day at the aquarium. you two ate lunch, shop at different stalls along with buying stuffed animals, and even finally got to watch the penguin show together. you took ton of pictures—and rei even won some small penguin plushies for you. 3 of them.

it was 6:34pm when you both exited out of the place, and mostly everyone was heading home as well. you were tired, rei was tired, everyone who hopped in was tired. but you won’t doubt that it was fun.

you scrolled to your images while walking towards the train station. your storage was probably crying by now with the amount of photos you took from the complex. rei was carrying the items you two got on your journey—he insisted that he’ll be carrying them so you won’t be more worn out. besides, it was just a bunch of soft stuffed plushies, not like they were really heavy.

at the train station, you both got your tickets and got in. there were ton of empty seats, so you both sat at the nearby ones to sit down and finally rest your legs. rei was probably wobbling like the ‘old man’ he proclaimed to be. not like you were believing that. you were worn out, and because of it, rei allowed you to nap on his shoulders. the feeling was amazing on your way home—not to mention you were holding his hand as you rested and snoozed. it made you feel, safe…and loved.

with the twinkled silhouette that merged from the windows of the train, rei looked down at your face and smiles, stroking your hair behind your ear as he watches you nap on his shoulder. lovely, he always thinks you were lovely. his lovely producer. no one else’s.

the train finally came to a stop, rei made sure to slowly wake you up before heading out. he didn’t want his lover to wince suddenly while they were enjoying their rest. when the two of you headed outside, it was night. 7:02pm.

you slowly rubbed your eyes as you yawned behind your palm during the walk down the streets. rei laughs gently at this, “you were enjoying that rest, were you? apologies if i have awoken you up.”

“n-no, it’s alright. it’s just a nap anyways, i’ll have a good rest when i come back home. maybe…i’ll make some hot chocolate before bed? or probably warm milk…hmm…” you placed a finger curiously on your chin as you think, and the male beside you couldn’t help but crack a smile of how adorable you looked. the moon shone down brightly at the both of you, mixed with the bright light from the streetlights down the road. the sky was filled with millions of stars, clouds illuminating from behind as they faded. you can suddenly hear rei stop from the back next to a lamppost. you stopped as well.

“sakuma-san? what’s wrong?” you questioned. he didn’t answer, instead—rei looked up at the starry night and sighed. the stars pointed direction like a map, you’ve heard astrology being a great map to those who are lost, from books you’ve read before—and which books that rei lends over to you. “you see that? i can see connected constellations of stars stitched together. look over there,” he spoke, pointing up at the sky. you cocked a brow, yet you followed. brilliant.

the sky was brilliant, your eyes sparkled, beautifully. from each star that represents each shape and figure, you’ve tried your best to remember theirs names. should you bring your phone out? but it’s low battery and you weren’t even sure if it’ll make it.

though…you were so distracted that… you finally snapped out when you felt a pair of lips land on yours.

the world stopped from spinning. your eyes grew wide from surprise, and your heart began to beat faster than before. there was this…moment of silence that swam in the atmospheric between the sweetness of the kiss. leaves flying by and small pebbles rolling down, breaths heaving quietly. an electric feeling rusted inside of your body, heat flowing up towards your cheeks as you felt the whole world began to crash down your shoulders.

your eyes no longer reflected towards the starry night rei pointed for you, it was now reflected with the eyes that are evident of somebody in love. each cloud shape shifted, and all you could focus on was his lips on yours. his eyes were closed shut, right hand holding onto the lamppost while you stood in front.

the kiss lasted for a second, yet the feeling felt like an hour. when the two of you separated, all you could do was stare at him with glowing cheeks, mouth wide agape. rei grins, chuckling afterwards before covering his mouth with his hand. “ah…sorry, i just couldn’t help if. are…are you…?” his sentence cut off when he saw you cover your face with both of your hands, looking away. now it was his turn to bloom into a blush of red. “i-i’m sorry that was just…surprising…i..” you stammered with your words with a struggle.

stupid heart stop beating so fast !

rei takes a hold of your hand, removing them from your face, tenderly. the night was for you two alone. “are you ok? did i somehow make you…you know?”

“ah..! n-no you didn’t…! it’s ok..!”

another awkward line of tranquil silence.

“my apologies for acting so sudden.”

“n-no…! like i said it’s a-ok! you don’t have to say sorry just…send a signal…? next time? my heart won’t stop beating…” you had to place your hand over your chest to feel your heart jumping. it was natural, both of your faves were red after all—you weren’t alone this time. rei laughs so softly, once again taking a hold of your hand and landing a kiss.

“i wonder how many times i’ve made you blush today.”

“i-i’ll slap you..”

he chuckles, that smile reads teasing. “come on, i’ll fetch you home.”

you didn’t sleep much that night. your head was filled with your kiss with rei. and all you could do was hug your pillow and scream quietly.

a/n: hahahaha i suck at writing shit like this kill me but i love rei

requests: opened!

#lucy’s works 📚✨ #lucy works 🍕💗 #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #fluff <3 #💌. lucyanswers #i hate this probably #lucy shut up 🧀✨

[inlocusmads]

Hii 🥰

I saw these picture prompts and I thought I’d send them your way. You can create anything you’d like. Moodboards, edits or even write a story, whatever makes you happy.

The most important thing is that you have fun (and don’t worry you can answer the ask whenever you have time or feel inspired) 🥰

Thanks for the prompt Peonie!

Empty Wallets, Terrible People & Other Signs of Spring: rowan stone & stevie sun (murder at homecoming)

wc: 502, teen and up for strong language

a/n: this takes place before the events of murder at homecoming - i.e when they're sophomores

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“Stevie, what the fuck.”

Rowan threw her hands up in exasperation. She examined one of the peaches to find some rotten mold stuck to their skin. It wasn't Stevie’s fault, clearly - given it was the contractor to blame but Rowan was a bit bummed nonetheless. She was now answerable to the Spring Fair committee, which involved dealing with a bunch of crappy seniors who took great pleasure in bullying the fuck out of a bunch of worker-bee sophomores. It wasn't like they could call Gabriela to fix the problem, as per usual. The amount of times Rowan would need her to bail them both out was too many to count on a few fingers.

Stevie had just finished up drawing a sign and balanced it on a crate.

“Don't worry about the ones that look dead, I'll have some guy get it thrown out.”

“Good sign.” Rowan pointed out.

“Right?”

“Can you squeeze peaches?”

“Dude.” Stevie rolled her eyes, exasperated.

“I'm kidding.” Rowan burst into laughter. “No, this will piss off like - uh, seven people.”

Don't squeeze me until I'm yours. The sign read. 

“Piss off all the right people, you mean.” Stevie delivered a light punch at Rowan’s shoulder. “Guess who's in charge of exhibits?”

“That guy? Fuck.”

Rowan knew Stevie had been having some problems with Brett Morris, but the nature of it was unknown. Rowan didn't want to press on the subject either. It wasn't like she was close enough with Stevie to warrant a reason, much less get comfortable enough to laugh at her jokes. 

“Well, if he's giving you problems -”

“Nah, he's -- he's --” Stevie struggled to get through her sentence. “Y'know what, it's his problem. Fuck Brett.”

“Yeah, erm- fuck him.”

“As a matter of fact I should - like draw some stuff on the cardboard- make his job answering to a bunch of kids a lot more difficult.” 

Rowan noticed a little bit of discomfort at the mention of Brett but as quickly as she let herself express it, Stevie had let it pass by. 

A pause. 

“You want to go grab some churros?” 

“Aren't we supposed to take care of the peaches?”

“They're just peaches, right?” Rowan shrugged nonchalantly. “Pretty sure nobody even -- eats fruits anymore. Let's go get some churros, c'mon.”

Stevie gave her an amused smile. “This is the most pathetic way I've ever been asked out.”

“No - what the - no, no, this is - dude, it's food. We're grabbing food.”

“Yeah, you give someone else those wet cat sad eyes and they'll toss a diamond carat ring at your forehead.” Stevie laughed. “I'm kidding. Come on. God, you're like - so uptight and everything. Also I'm broke, so you're paying, sorry about that.”

“I've got like five bucks. In this economy we can't even afford half a churro in this overpriced fundraiser.”

“Quarter of a churro it is, then.” Stevie settled. “You can afford a quarter churro, right?”

“I mean- you can get nothing and everything for five bucks.”

“Pretty sure the economy doesn’t work like that, Rowan.”

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A/N: this was just a really quick drabble I thought of ahaha. Also yes, this takes place a year after Brett Morris almost sexually assaults Stevie. I'd like to think at this point, Rowan and Stevie aren't exactly the best of friends, but sort of like 'hallway friends' - you know the kind where you meet at hallways and say hi, so it takes a lot longer for both of them to kind of start talking to each other - between Stevie's own reluctance to put her trust in a good place and Rowan to actually open up.

So they're kind of dancing on the "hey I want you to be my friend but -- uh, I don't know how to talk to you" line.

I'm still trying to figure out a nice cohesive relationship timeline for them, so prompts like these really help out. Thank you so much!

Tagging: perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me @thosehallowedhalls

(since I don't have an MAH-exclusive tag-list yet, I'll just tag some perma people who might be interested)

#askboxed #peonierose #stevie x rowan #murder at homecoming #w:inlocusmads #my drabbles

[damonsalvitorewife]

Big Brother

Summary: your brother died and JJ doesn’t like your 

Request: no 

Warnings: talk of death, dead bro, mean comments, JJ being an ass, fluffy end. 

My brother just died and this is how I got my anger and emotions out. I’m sorry if it’s bad. 

MY WORK IS NOT TO BE REPOSTED, TRANSLATED OR COPIED PLEASE DON’T STEAL MY WORK!!

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You’re on your way to the Château for the first time since your brother just died you haven’t really been up to hanging out much is Justin died he died three months ago and it’s been really hard. Justin was your rock. Both of your parents passed away when you were seven since then Justin has been there whenever you needed him wherever you needed him I guess until now .

“ hey yn look who finally decided to show up” JB said giving you a hug.

“ it’s good to see you guys.”  You  said giving Sarah a hug.

“ how have you been since Justin?” Sarah asked. 

You spelt, tears sting in your eyes at the mention of Justin‘s nam. 

“ i’ve been all right it’s just hard because I still tried to call him and text him and I wake up and realize he’s gone.” You say in a sad tone. 

“ come on we have to go pick JJ and Pope up.” JB said.

JJ maybank he never really liked you don’t know why he just… anytime you talk to get mad at you randomly for no reason to hurt your feelings sometimes but just you know, we said that tell men wore. 

You were torn away from your thoughts by JJ speaking. 

“ ugh, who invited Miss emotional.” JJ asked clearly upset. 

“ I did she needs to get out of her house.” Sarah said.  

“ oh, so we’re babysitters now is that it?” Jj said with an eye roll. 

“ dude stop being such a dick all the time.” Kie said.

“ I’m not being a dick all I’m saying is that why can’t she go hang out with her brother or some shit? Why does she have to hang out with us?” 

Jj said.

You start tearing up at his words.

“ I mean come on man look at her she’s already crying again. He said pointing a finger at her. 

“ John B can you just take me home? I’m sorry for intruding. OK I’m didn’t even wanna be here. you know what fuck you.  if I could hang out with my brothers still I would be instead of sitting here. Bitch about how I’m fucking snob and stuck up when I’ve done literally nothing to you. I’m sorry that my brother just died and that I have nobody anymore OK but don’t worry I’ll be off the island soon enough!!” 

Right then all there faces dropped as JB pulled up to the dock you jumped off with all your belongings and ran to your car. 

“ JJ what the actual fuck is wrong with you. She just lost her brother. The only family she had left. And your mad at her for grieving! How much more of a dick could you be? Hm?” Sarah yelled at him.

“ I-I didn’t know. I’m I’m sorry. I’m really sorry okay?” Jj said flustered. 

“ okay. First of all how the fuck did you not know? Second of all why are you telling us sorry when it should be yn you need to  apologizing to?” Pope said. 

“ okay okay I’m going.” The blond said 

Time skip at your house. ( sorry I’m lazy) 

“ what do you want Jj? Hm? To make fun of me some more?” You asked anger laced in your voice. 

“ no. No actually I came to say I’m sorry. And I am I’m sorry for today and not only today but every other day too. It’s just your so nice and pretty and I- I don’t know. I just.. I know I’m out of your league and I didn’t want to get attached. But it’s not about me it’s about you and I’m really sorry.” The blond looked at you shyly. 

Your heart felt like it was on fire. He liked you. JJ Maybank liked you. 

“ I want to say it’s okay but it’s not J. Everything you said really hurt me. But I do like you too.” You admitted. 

“ Is there any way I can make it up to you.” He asked a little taken back with the fact that you like him. 

“ actually two things. One you stay and we hang out eat some dinner and learn more about each other. And two you take me on a date.”  You said with a slight smile. 

“ absolutely.” He said with a huge smile on his face. 

Things may not be good right now, but maybe with JJ and the pouges things could eventually get better. 

#jj maybank x reader

[suavis]

Never interacting with ST tumblr ever again. Went to the tag after Vol 2 expecting to see posts about the episodes/s5 set up, instead I got

Death threats to Duffer Bros for not making by//er canon

People who don’t support by//er are homophobic

Horrible hate to Mileven fans

Duffer Bros are homophobic for killing Eddie bc “Eddie is gay & they killed him bc they didn’t like Stedd¡e”

We’re sick & tired of El, she shouldn’t be focused on in s5, instead Will & Mike

Mike’s speech to El is out of character, he doesn’t love her

El is boring & her abuse for her entire life isn’t comparable to Will, his unrequited love for Mike is worse than her torture

Mike should’ve died instead of Eddie & he’s homophobic to Will, Mike is the worst person in the show

I’m also not interacting with ST tumblr again bc of the white mlm fetishizers. Billy was clearly racist to Lucas & abusive to Max (I understand he was abused but that doesn’t excuse his racism and horrid treatment of Max) but yet Steve & Billy is a popular ship. If Lucas was white, we’d see more Lucas/Dustin. But we don’t. Women are also always pushed to the side for mlm ships, so many posts diminish El for by//er

LITERALLY you’ve encompassed everything i hate abt the fandom 💀 it’s never really surprising when fandoms only care abt bland white men they can hc as gay/bi and then fetishize but truly the attempted character assassination of multiple whole ass children bc they don’t play into their specific narratives they want is extra foul.

i thought st*ddie was cute in passing at first but then the fans and esp eddie fans started acting Like That and i was outta there 💀 ain’t no way they thought it was going to end any other way have the ever watched this show before??? like he was fun but ultimately he was just some guy that some ppl in this fandom care more abt than MAX who’s been around for three seasons now like make it make sense???? and same with billy stans they just choose to ignore full on racism like i saw one say they did believe he was racist but still liked him 💔 truly no saving them the way y’all will cape for random white men even if they’re racist and abusive…… ur not seeing heaven

and YES the way this fandom passes over the black characters (the very few that exist 🥴) is sooooo…. obvious truly. billy apologists are obviously the worst of em but. if will had been in love with lucas and he’d been acting like mike first of all there wouldn’t even be a quarter as many shipper and second lucas would have been eviscerated 💔 people’s priorities in this fandom could not be clearer tbh

and people’s hatred of eleven is so transparent 💀 if she wasn’t in the way of that certain ship nobody would give a fuck but instead they’ll say she’s just his beard, she’s aroace/lesbian (which obvi i support hcs like this wholeheartedly but when the ONLY purpose is to try to make it so she couldn’t possibly be attracted to mike and so now will can have him???? gtfo), she looks like a man (which is mentioned MULTIPLE times in the b*ler slideshow LMAO make it make sense….. i’m a woman with short hair does that make my gf straight???), etc.

also yeah their fixation specifically earlier on the fact that mike couldn’t say i love you to her and then when he finally did it was out of character/him projecting his feelings for will on her??? it’s disrespectful to the characters tbh like the way they characterize mike idek how they like him anymore considering how they seem to believe he’s manipulating eleven AND being an asshole to will while still being in love with him??? i have truly never seen a fandom so deluded over next to zero actual evidence but i wasn’t around in the days of tjlc so 💀 but i’m definitely seeing some similarities LMAO it’s bad like. i think EVERYONE can agree that will is into mike but b*lers seem to think that means mike is going to have to be into will too like. ik they’re still hung up on their middle school/high school straight best friends (or are still IN middle/high school with that straight best friend 💀) and want to think that he’ll get the happy ending they didn’t but. truly i do think will deserves better than this even if mike DOES return his feelings like. they would not be a good couple 💔 here’s to hoping will gets a bf in s5 and all the characters get to be happy for once and b*let fans finally shut up <3

#this is gonna be a long one #anti steddie #anti byler #anti billy hargrove #anti eddie munson #kinda but i’m mostly putting it to avoid his fans SHDJD #stranger things #asks #anonymous #thank u for this ask btw anon it’s nice to know other ppl also see this bs JDDHDH

[vanilladaises-rp]

TattooArtist! Jungkook-🖕🏻:

Multiple days passed by between Jungkook and I, mostly due to the fact we both had full-time jobs and little time to reply in-between breaks. Eventually, we agreed on a restaurant that was nearby both of our workplaces surprisingly. It was a new restaurant that opened just a few months ago and the price was good enough for a first date. I didn't know if he wanted to go fine dining, so a small restaurant was on the safer side.

I decided to wear a dress in burgundy that had long sleeves, ended above my knees and showed my body off without showing cleavage at all. It was a figure fitting A-line cut, fitting for the weather outside as I grabbed a matching purse to put my essentials inside while heading out via public transport to meet up with Jungkook

We agreed to meet at 6PM right in front of the restaurant, I insisted, as I took the entire day to get ready with my attire and I didn't want him to wait for me awkwardly in my home. I couldn't sleep the night before out of excitement to finally start living my life outside of my monotonous lifestyle.

While watching couples pass by, I looked at the clock as I clearly was too early to get there by half an hour and despite wearing comfortable heels, I felt blisters forming due to the tights I'm wearing. 'I should've worn sock underneath, nobody would've noticed that!', I cursed myself as I looked at my phone mirror to check my attire and makeup.

"I look fucking ridiculous" Sighed the frustrated man, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't his first date, first real date at least. A date to Jungkook was going dancing sexually with some girl in the club or having a one night stand. That's it. So when you had agreed to have a restaurant date, the man was internally losing his shit.

"Dude, you're literally wearing a button up with some slacks, chill" Woosung rolled his eyes. It was secretly funny watching his friend unravel in a panic, it was like watching a clumsy teenage boy going on his first date. Even so, he still wanted to help Jungkook because overall this was a big step for his friend, "Now, put this on. No one wants to smell your aroma of cigarettes and whiskey"

The man had continued to help his friends prepare for the date until it was time to headout, "Just take it moment by moment, and don't make that "I'd be dead than here" type of expression you always have" Woosung joked leaning on the window frame of the car door, making Jungkook roll his eyes before driving off without warning.

On the way their, Jungkook felt his nerves increase as his body felt fidgety and uncomfortable. He was afraid of things not working out, but what scared him more was if they did. What would be his next step? How should he treat you? Jungkook didn't know the first thing about being a good boyfriend, yet alone starting a relationship.

Soon his gps had lead him to the parking lot on the side of the restaurant, parking close to the front. He sat with his thoughts for moment, debating if he should just drive off and forget all about this. No, he couldn't. Jungkook had already came this far, and hated to admit he hasn't been able to get you off his damn mind.

"Fuck it" He took the keys, turning off the car before locking it. As he began to turn the corner, Jungkook saw you standing there in a stunning dress, he shook off his nerves before making himself clear in your view, "I'd say you clean up pretty nice" He spoke with a small smirk, trying to hide the fact how nervous he was.

#jungkook 🚬 #🖕🏻 #holy fuck im so sorry this was so long #like idk why #i dont think ive ever wrote a response this long #literally i just had word vomit or something 😭

[navree]

what do u think about zeglar and how she talks about the snow white movie? what are ur thoughts on the situation?

Is this about the Rachel Zegler thing? Cuz I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what that was about at all. All I saw was that she maybe said that her version of Snow White might be more proactive than in the original? Or something similar to that? And that doesn't seem like a bad thing to say, to me, it's not that revolutionary to point out that some of the early Princess movies had somewhat more passive protagonists than people my age are used to having from Disney (seeing as we grew up with Disney Renaissance of the 80s and 90s, which focused heavily more on active protagonists than the classics did).

It doesn't seem like she was passing an indictment on the original movie, moreso just saying that they were attempting to make this new one resonate with the audience of the 2020s rather than the 1930s, especially considering this is a retread of a story they've already seen before and are familiar with, whereas the original 1937 Snow White was entirely new territory (it's literally the first Disney animated movie, it Is the prototype for everything that's come about since then). It doesn't seem like she said that people shouldn't enjoy the original, or that it was bad to like a more passive protagonist (honestly mood, one of my favorite Disney princesses is Aurora and she does not do a lot in her original movie). Nor do I think her saying her version is updated for the times is out of bounds, these dumb fucking remakes need to justify themselves somehow and seeing as Snow White likely won't be as CGI heavy as The Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast or The Jungle Book or the terrible awful horrible disgusting nasty trash ass The Lion King (can you tell I don't like the TLK remake?), trying to make it more "updated" means that the studio can pretend that this is about creativity and not cash grabs and monetizing childhood nostalgia.

What I know I don't like is that apparently a young actress, who by and large seems to be nice and not have a problematic online presence and is just doing her own thing, said something Some People didn't like and got an internet blood mob after her for no reason. Like, you dumb assholes need to get a hobby, so she said that her Snow White is more "active" apparently, so fucking what? Did she hold up a banner saying death to women who want to be rescued by men? Did she demand that everyone burn their copies of the original movie? Did she break into your home and personally destroy every piece of Snow White merchandise you clearly have since this movie from the 1930s is so fucking important to you? Oh wait no? She didn't? She just voiced her opinion on a movie that's still in the process of being made and attempted to explain why it was worth existing at all because nobody is going to be honest about the fact that these movies are easy money and that's it? Because that's exactly what it is, and then it's people being whiny babies because of this idea that's becoming increasingly more prevalent in a LOT of circles that if you like something, everyone should like it too, and if you don't like something, no one should like it. It's the death of subjectivity and the inability of a good chunk of people on the Internet to grow the fuck up and touch some godforsaken grass, it's a bizarre resistance to just dislike something and move the fuck on like a normal person.

And it's misogyny for me, honestly. If a woman says something that you don't agree with and you blow your fucking lid and think she should be dragged through the streets, you really gotta examine why. Were any of you complaining about the fact that the Beast or Aladdin might have gotten more of a different arc in their remakes than in the originals that might be considered more compatible with a 21rst century audience, or is it just that a young woman said it that pisses you off so much? It's ridiculous, and it's embarrassing.

So yeah, those are my sorta thoughts on it, as someone pretty far removed from the situation who hasn't really given it much thought.

#personal #answered #anonymous #apologies if i sound hostile this isn't directed at the asker or anyone i know #it's just a vibe i'm getting after witnessing this from like six degrees of separation on twitter a month ago #y'all know it's ok to just not like things and move on right? right???? #plus i think rachel zegler's a sweet girl so i'm gonna prefer her over rabid disney adults on the internet any day

[hush-writes-preg]

could you write something about knocking up a trans man who passes completely, so when he quickly grows, it's hard not to notice how clearly pregnant he looks? i'd love if the trans man could be embarrassed or ashamed even, while his partner is overly proud and can't keep his hands off of his pregnant partner (absolutely love your acc btw... one of the best!!)

I'm so glad to hear it! ❤️ Thank you for the lovely prompt.

I'll never forget the day you moved into the apartment across from mine.

You were strong, well-built, and so stereotypically masculine that I'd have never guessed the secret you hid under your clothes. Your easy smile and unmistakable laugh drew me in, and the lean lines of your body and the fantastic ass beneath your jeans caught my gaze more often than I wanted to admit. So yeah, I looked. I looked a lot.

Hell, I wanted you.

A casual invite for pizza turned into afternoons spent playing Warhammer, which turned into movie nights, which got completely out of control the night I brought beers and tried to use the liquid courage to initiate a hand job. Fuck did that grow awkward. But once you explained the situation and I admitted that I didn't care what you had in your pants, things sort of spiraled from there.

We probably should have been more careful, but we were a pair of horny guys who hadn't gotten laid in far too long, and neither of us realized just how long those condoms had been out of date.

The months that passed by afterward were some of the hottest of my life. We fucked like bunnies every chance we got, started dating, and eventually moved in together in one hell of a whirlwind romance. Nobody knew your secret except for me, and the fact that you lived so deeply in stealth is probably one of the reasons why neither of us pegged your 'weight gain' for what it really was. That and the fact that you were on T and didn't bleed, but still. It was pretty irresponsible of us, but the thought of pregnancy just wasn't a blip on the radar for two guys like us.

But irresponsible or not, the passing months soon revealed the truth, and by then there wasn't anything we could do but deal with the fact that I'd knocked you up.

There really was no hiding it, and you were mortified. No one could mistake the shape and size of your rapidly-growing belly as anything other than a pregnancy, and it didn’t long for our friends and neighbors to find out the truth about you and what'd happened. Thankfully most of them were pretty chill about it and nobody gave you a hard time, at least not while I was around as your (very obvious) protector. That didn't stop you from turning into a hermit and trying to avoid going out, ashamed that our little 'oops' had outed you to the community at large.

I just wish you could see you the way I did.

Brave, resilient, and ridiculously handsome with our child growing in your swollen womb, I can't keep my eyes off of you. You're just another man to me, just with slightly different plumbing than most, and I can't even begin to tell you how awed I am by the fact that you're gonna make me a dad. A dad!

And rather than disgust me, your changing body is so fucking hot that I can barely stand it. If your womb wasn't already occupied, I'd probably have already put another baby in there, as often as you've been spreading your legs for me lately.

I know you don't like the way you look right now, but dude… you're so perfect.

#hush answers #pregnancy kink #tpreg #trans pregnancy #male pregnancy #mpreg #ftm pregnancy #hush writes preg

[kewltie]

bkdk au where deku's hero brand twt acc is super popular & often his agency uses it to post promo pics of him on the job for his fans but recently there been more candid pics of him out of his suit grocery shopping & drinking coffee. they're like who IS TAKING ALL THESE PICS?? the fans are used to professional photos taken of deku shielding a kid against a crumbling building and deku sitting on top of a tower as he oversee the city he's protecting like standard heroic photos but this is the first time they see deku so unfiltered and approachable.

at first they thought maybe it's just a new style of promo ya know trying to make deku more human instead of this larger than life figure, that he's not always deku BUT ALSO izuku yet compare to the promo pics of the past the new ones are captionless and seems "ordinary" in fact. the 'heroic' pics are still being posted regularly and it's always have a caption attached: "hero deku saved a child!" etc it's all really dry and robotic lol standard promo lines but these new candid pics are posted randomly and there's never a sentence or word attached to them. compare to the pro pics of deku on the job looking courageous and noble, this version of deku--IZUKU under the suit---seems to be taken w a phone or something bc its clumsy and raw; it's izuku stripped to his bare essentials smiling at the camera shyly like he didn't expect it.

so rumors spread that it's deku's assistant or someone from his agency taking these candid pics to show the 'true deku' that he's just like everyone else!!! but then one day theres new pic of izuku w messy hair holding back a yawn as he climb out of the BED and ppl are like ????? unlike the other candid pics of izuku doing everyday things this is a more intimate look bc IZUKU is in bed and who the fuck would let their assistant or someone from their job to go into their bedroom and take pics of them waking up??? so maaaaaybe it's not from his agency??? the next series of pics continue to fall under the same theme of intimate and private look of deku in his most natural habitat: napping under the sun w a book on his chest AND waking from it as he smiled softly at the person behind the camera nuzzling his cheek against their hand. unlike the rest of the other candid photos, this is incredibly LEWD. like deku still has his clothes on and he's not doing anything scandalous but it's worst then watching a porno bc this felt so warmth and affectionate in a way that they all felt terribly voyeuristic LOL /o\.

after that photo speculation RUN RAMPANT bc clearly it's not from his agency and deku looks so in love and smitten in that waking up photo and how can anyone touch deku that tenderly if THEY'RE NOT ALSO IN LOVE WITH HIM? it's def a lover posting these pic of deku behind the scene. these photos become the talk of the fans and media bc everyone want to know WHO IS THE PERSON BEHIND THESE INTIMATE PHOTOS OF DEKU?! but no matter how many ppl pressed deku about it he just smile amusingly and brush it off completely, neither denying or agreeing LOL. which only fuel the speculations and rumors that ppl start taking guesses from close friends of deku in the likes of hero uravity & shouto to a random idol that deku had saved several months back. just about everyone was named even completely out there endeavor was suggested LOL but among all the ppl named one name kept getting pass by and it's dynamight. some did brought him in the discussion but only as a joke bc LMAO dynamight and deku eternal rivals and mostly likely to killed each other if locked alone in a room?? PLS pigs would sooner learn to fly.

deku is such a high profile figure that something as silly and inane as 'secret lover' taking candid pics of him and posting it online is like the most interesting hop topic that nobody can SHUT UP about. everywhere you go, ppl want to know who you think is behind the photos???? bc izuku is so silent about it and wont give them anything, ppl start hounding his friends and colleagues about it demanding to know: is it YOU?? ARE YOU BEHIND THE CANDID DEKU'S PHOTOS?? IF IT'S NOT THEN DO YOU KNOW WHO IT IS?? CAN YOU TELL US??? and it's super annoying lol. then some brave fan asked dynamight of all ppl and dynmight stared at the brave kid in the face w a severe look in his eyes: 'yea it's me, you dumb fuck so you can stop asking others.' and the kid was like HAHAHA that's so funny dynamight i didnt know you can joke :'D!!! bc this is the era of the internet, someone always have their camera so the clip of that fan asking dynamight if he was the one posting those 'intimate pics' and dynamight saying it's him go viral. everyone thought it's the funniest shit bc hahaha dynamight and deku?? HYSTERICAL.

then completely unexpected, a new photo from deku's acc got posted and holy shit: deku in an oversize dynamight's shirt w the tinniest of short, BITE MARKS ON HIS NECK & an embarrassed look on his face as he tries and fail to fight off the arm that yanking his shirt down. if the shirt and bite marks weren’t obvious enough hint, the fans would recognize that ridiculous biceps from anywhere and this time the photo came w a caption: "you can fuck off now." yea it's def dynamight alright LOL and that's how bkdk ended the internet :D.

#bakudeku #not!fic

[c0mmitt4xfr0g]

Ripe - Chapter Two

the second chapter of my hoffstrahm fanfic ,,,, office sex, idk. nsfw.

fanfic tags: hoffstrahm, gay sex, anal sex, angst, fluff, office sex, kind of established relationship, semi public sex.

I can't think of anything else but if there's a tag I'm missing you want me to add lemme know!!

Chapter Two

  Peter's office was dark. Dark enough that his computer was burning his retinas, dark enough that the light from the department kitchenette was what he used to rummage through his desk. It was later than he should've been there, but he hadn't been able to focus during the day, and things still had to get done whether or not he liked it. 

  So he stayed put in his office, watching the hours tick by as he passed the time pouring over his work, his fingers numb from flipping through pages. He was going to get a new wrinkle from this, from furrowing his eyebrows so intensely, and he groaned, cupping his head in his hands. He needed to go home and get some sleep. 

  But he was almost done filling out reports -- a victory that seemed so far away. 

  He had to take a break at the very least, or his eyes would stop working. He rubbed his eyes so deep that he saw phosphenes in his sockets, and he could've sworn there was sand in his eyes. 

  Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, the wheels squeaking slightly underneath of him as he groaned to stretch. His back was stiff like a rock. 

  He loosened his tie slightly. There was silence. 

  Looking through the opened blinds of his office walls, he peered around to make sure he was completely alone. There was only the reflection of himself in the windows, and the empty coffee station glaring at him for abusing it. 

  There was no harm in looking at some pictures -- right? 

  Doing one last look around to really make sure nobody would encroach on his privacy, he dug a little key out of his pocket, and unlocked the bottom cabinet. It was always locked except for long nights like this one. 

  He took the photos out, placing them flat on his desk and staring at them for a moment. 

  The truth was, these photos were nothing vulgar – technically – they were just pictures of Jigsaw. It was a case that he worked on, a case he'd cracked, though nobody at the office knew that, nobody in the world knew that except Peter. 

  And Mark. 

  Peter gritted his teeth. He'd been seeing a lot of Mark recently, more than he was willing to admit to himself. He blamed it mostly on Mark's eagerness to see him, but he couldn't be blamed entirely. Peter thought about him more than he realized himself. 

  They'd been meeting in short, fleeting moments, fucking hard and fast before Mark would disappear, but sometimes he would allow himself and Peter the luxury of spending lazy nights in tiny hotels. 

  After a few months of this, though, Peter realized that the hotel staff would start to remember them, so they had to switch it up. But they were running out of hotels. 

  He peered at the photos, picking out one amongst the others that he seemed to look at more than the rest. It was a picture of Mark -- with his mask on of course -- but no shirt on. It was this that seemed to attract Peter, not necessarily that he was shirtless, because he'd seen his chest enough times to satisfy his imagination, but the fact that he was caught so unprepared. 

  The photo had been sent in anonymously but Peter couldn't help suspect Mark had sent it in himself, maybe just to fuck with Peter, because they both knew he'd see every picture possible on the subject. 

  But as Peter scanned the photo, scrutinizing it just as closely as he had the first time he saw it, he couldn't help the way his heart leapt in his chest. It reminded him of the way they had first met -- really met, that is. 

  In the alleyway. Mark had worn that same body language, the type of rigidity that meant he was caught off guard, and even though he was wearing his mask, Peter could recall all too clearly how his grey eyes looked glittering with terror and excitement when he'd been caught. 

  Peter sighed, the tension melting from his jaw and shoulders but tightening in his stomach. The way they'd fucked that night had been one of a kind for a lot of reasons, and Peter knew it wasn't just the fact that he was sexually repressed that he thought about it a little too much, even when he was supposed to be working. 

  This was one of those moments. But the office was completely empty, and perhaps that was why he felt the liberty to gawk at him. He wasn't prepared to take it home with him, even though he was positive he could find the picture on the internet, since it had been in the papers. But at the office, it didn't feel as private. He could lie to himself in a way. 

  But all the lying in the world couldn't excuse the way his cock leapt in his pants, twitching to life when he started remembering everything they had done, anything they had ever done together. 

  Mark wasn't just the man he had sex with, he was the man he made love to, and even if it was rough and fast, usually filled with insults, he couldn't help but wish they could have some sort of a normal relationship. He couldn't visit him at work, he couldn't bring him home, he couldn't tell anyone they were together. Peter wasn't even sure if they were technically dating -- you know, really dating, boyfriend and boyfriend -- but at least on Peter's end, they were exclusive. He was too scared to ask the same thing about Mark but he had a feeling that living a double life of a cop and a serial killer didn't leave a lot of room for lots of relationships. 

  He spidered his fingers across the desk, and then made fists, sitting the photo back on it, squeezing until his knuckles turned white. He was hard and aching now, and even though it wouldn't have been the first time he'd gotten off at work, not by a long shot, each time sent shivers of anxiety down his spine. He wasn't the only one who stayed late after work, and he knew that there were other workers on further floors. 

  He hesitated for a moment, but he decided he couldn't resist. He really couldn't stop himself with a picture of Mark sitting right there, slutty as ever, bare chested and terrified, so terrified it was almost a challenge. 

  He glanced out the windows of his office while his hand got busy with his belt, expertly unbuckling. It was a skill he'd mastered -- getting his pants down with one hand. There were too many instances when he couldn't resist, but he couldn't be patient enough to take his time. 

  Arousal seemed to catch Peter off guard in his later years. He wasn't the spry young man he had once been, and for the most part, getting off became less and less of a priority, taking a backseat to his work as he became more and more of a workaholic. 

  He ignored it for days and days, sometimes weeks, until something finally tripped him up and he was busting his load right under his desk after hours from the mere thought of someone. 

  Of course, that someone had been taking care of his needs pretty well for the last months -- but it had been a week or two since he'd seen Mark, and he was getting unbearably pent up. He needed release. 

  He groaned silently into his shut lips when he wrapped a hand around his cock, eyes shutting for a moment. His door wasn't locked but it normally was -- nobody would come barging in even if they did show up unannounced. He would be fine. 

  His mind turned once again to Mark in the alleyway, the way he felt when he slipped onto him, or rather forced himself onto him, because the stretch had left him walking stiffly for the next few days, he'd made sure of that. 

  He had been so incredibly tight. He was tighter than his own fist, but the reason it affected himself was much the same as tickling -- it's hard to be as sensitive to your own touches. Especially when the other person is Mark.

  He let out another noise, this time not quite as stifled, but he had been lost in thought. His thick cock was throbbing in his own hand and he had the feeling he wouldn't last long. It was a good thing for once; he didn't need to be caught jerking off to the primary source of fear in the city. 

  A sudden click made him jump in place, hand frozen on his dick, jaw clenched tight, eyes wide and focused. 

  "This building should really get better security," the offender said, a sly smirk stuck to his plump lips. 

  Peter's heart lurched. "Mark, what the fuck are you doing here?" he hissed, wrenching his hand away from himself. 

  Normally he would've risen to hug and kiss him, but he didn't want to be caught with his pants down in the most literal sense. 

  "I wanted to stop in," Mark teased. "I got bored while I was out." 

  Peter's adrenaline rushed through his veins. He was almost certainly out killing people and part of him was so aroused it was painful, the other part of him disgusted. 

  Mark seemed to be waiting for him to stand and greet him, so when he didn't, he took it upon himself to stride over to his desk. Peter has half the mind to cover himself with his jacket, but he didn't have the time to do it inconspicuously, and he didn't want to arouse suspicion, so he remained frozen in place. 

  Mark's eyes almost immediately darted to his splayed thighs, and Peter almost found it endearing that he couldn't hide his intentions, immediately looking for his bounty -- but Peter cringed when Mark stopped, going completely still. 

  "What – you couldn't even wait til you got home? Just got too worked up?" Mark said, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him.

  "Shut it," Peter said, but he hardly had the common sense to zip up his tan khakis, much less the desire to restrain his cock. 

    Peter tensed as Mark cupped his cheek with his thick fingers, leaning in to kiss him, but he suddenly froze about an inch away from his face. His eyes were stuck on something, something that clearly was important, because Mark had a one track mind and wasn't easily distracted from what he wanted. 

  But when Peter followed his line of sight, he thought he was going to pass out from the blood leaving his head. Mark was staring at the photos on his desk, the photos of him, the ones that had little crinkled edges from how many times Peter had lovingly gripped at it, usually gripping himself at the same time. 

  "What's this?" Mark asked, but it was rhetorical, he didn't expect Peter to really answer him. 

  Peter grimaced, clicking his tongue reluctantly. "Mark..." 

  His voice trailed off, but he watched the man grab the photo the most worn out, holding it close to his face like he was judging his own work. 

  "I'm glad my little present got to you," he said, setting it down. "I didn't think it'd be so well-received." 

  Mark turned back to Peter, sitting in his office chair with his dick pounding in his grey boxers, already stained from the wetness. One of them was going home with back problems that night and Mark guessed it was both of them. 

  He leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss finally, strong hand gripping the side of his jaw and throat. Peter let out a sound almost like a whine, and he was a little taken aback just how desperate he got. It had only been two weeks. 

  "I leave you alone for a few days and you're bursting at the seams for me," Mark said against his lips, his words a ghost across his skin. 

  "It's been two weeks," Peter said, to justify it. "I've been busy." 

  "You weren't too busy tonight," Mark said. 

  "That's different," he whined. 

  His hips bucked upwards ever so slightly, trying to get friction from nothing but the air because Mark hovered right above him, the way his grey suit jacket covered his thighs ever so slightly, the way he reeked of cologne and his aftershave, the ridges in his dress pants telling him just how hard they worked to keep his thighs contained. He scanned him fast, staring hard. 

  His belt was ever so slightly too tight, his belly spilling over it just a little, and he thought to the silver, long faded stretch marks on his sides -- he was a football player in college, something he could never forget -- he remembered vividly the way his love-handles peeked out just so when he was naked, just like in the photo. 

  He was twitching hard and he felt like he could barely breathe. 

  "Please," Peter gasped, trying to sound annoyed but only worsening his image. 

  Mark had never seen him that desperate before, shaking, trembling under his clutch, rutting into the air like he could almost feel his ass, brow knit and he didn't just look annoyed, he looked worried, like Mark would ever have the heart not to get him off. 

  Mark's eyes were wide and shocked, and for a second, Peter worried that he seemed too submissive, too needy, and that he'd read the situation wrong, that Mark didn't really want him as much as he thought. 

  But Mark's lips crashed against Peter's suddenly, a desperate, nervous, adoring kiss, Mark moaning loud against his lips. He wasn't even fully hard yet but he wasn't moaning out of pleasure, he was moaning because his heart almost hurt with how much he loved him. 

  Peter gasped and almost choked when Mark wrapped a hand around his dick, squeezing him hard and jerking him just as firm. 

  "M-Mm, fuck," Peter gasped, gritting his teeth. "Please, please. Please let me fuck you." 

  "God, yes," Mark said, and he began to fight with his fly, trying desperately to get his pants off. 

  But to his surprise, Peter slumped onto the floor, resting on his knees in front of Mark, his head just past his belly. He unzipped his pants quickly and got to work getting him undressed, hesitating before his naked cock. 

  "What are you doing?" Mark asked nervously, his voice hardly more than a whisper. 

  But Peter didn't answer him, he only swallowed, leaning forward, and put a gentle kiss on Mark's tip. He seemed unsure of what to do, and it suddenly occurred to Mark that he might not have ever blown someone. Mark had given and received many. 

  A twinge of embarrassment flooded Mark's cock with blood and made him throb against Peter's soft lips. 

  Mark leaned back, sitting on the very edge of Peter's cleared desk. "You don't have to do that, Peter," Mark said softly. "If you don't know how." 

  "I want to," Peter said a little too quickly. "I want you."

  He eyed him greedily and sucked back Mark's cock, gagging almost immediately. Mark assumed Peter would be done, but to his surprise, the second time he tried went better. 

  Mark let out a groan and let his hand rest on Peter's head, stroking his hair. "Fuck," he said, shivering. 

  He could feel Peter trying not to gag, spurred on by Mark petting his hair. His eyes were lidded and soft. 

  It was hard not to gag since Peter had a bad gag reflex, but he couldn't stop. Mark tasted good and he wanted to suck him off, wanted to see him shaking and taste his seed, fucking into Peter's throat. Every time he gagged it sent chills down to his stomach, his cock throbbing desperately. 

  Mark's hips were pulled forward by an unknown force and he couldn't stop himself from rolling his hips slightly into Peter's face. He expected Peter to gag – but he only rolled his eyes in pleasure, face burning red. 

  Mark realized Peter was pumping his own cock and it pleased Mark to know that, for whatever reason, Peter was enjoying this. 

  Peter was getting the hang of it now and Mark fucked into the back of his throat, groaning low in his chest. A sudden rush of adrenaline told him if he didn't stop soon, he'd finish. 

  But Peter suddenly dipped two saliva slicked fingers into his ass, and Mark twitched, crying out and squeezing his eyes shut. The stretch was sudden and welcomed, Mark whining now, fingers tensed in Peter's hair. 

  "F-Fuck, Peter," he whined, his cock pounding. "Please fuck me, Jesus Christ." 

  Peter barely had to hear the words to do as he wished, standing up quickly from the floor and rubbing himself, already dripping pre-come on the floor. Mark reminded himself not to forget to clean up. 

  "Against the desk?" Peter asked breathlessly. 

  "Yeah." Mark didn't wait, he bent over the desk and couldn't help the whine that escaped his lips when his cock pressed against the cool wood. He suddenly wondered if Peter ever got desperate and ground his dick against that same desk and his stomach jumped. 

  "You ready?" Peter asked, and grabbed Mark's ass in one hand, holding the tip of his dick in the other. 

  "Yes, hurry up," Mark said impatiently. 

  Peter laughed softly, resting his nose against the shell of Mark's ear. "Look who's impatient now," he whispered, but grunted loud when he pressed the tip of his cock into his tight ass. 

  Mark cried out, gripping the desk, and Peter kissed his neck softly, one hand groping his chest and the other taking his twitching cock. 

  "Easy, baby," Peter murmured, kissing him slow as he rocked his hips against him gently. "You're okay. Need me to stop?" 

  "N-No, fuck," Mark cried out through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his neck. "Oh my god, fuck." 

  Mark's voice sounded so wet that for a moment Peter thought he was crying, and he was already shaking in his arms, but he didn't tell him to stop as he bottomed out. 

  He stayed like that for a moment, pressed against him close, holding him around the chest. He stroked his cock slowly and the bump of his boney knuckles was almost too much for Mark. He rocked his hips, trying to get any friction he could. 

  "Baby," Peter murmured against his throat. "Oh baby, baby." 

  Mark felt like he could feel him in his throat. He was shaking uncontrollably, desperately trying to stay still, but he couldn't. Mark hadn't stopped touching himself for those two weeks, but he never used any toys on himself, usually just jerking off quickly in the shower. He hadn't felt this full since two weeks prior. 

  "You're gonna kill me," Mark hissed, swallowing wetly. "D-Don't make me wait."

  Peter just laughed under his breath, slowly pulling out and thrusting back into him. It hurt – Peter knew it hurt, knew it was too much for him, knew that he was going to get sore for a few days. But neither he nor Mark tried to stop that. 

  He started fucking into him, slowly at first, but Mark kept squeezing around him and he had to will himself not to bust his load the second they started. Mark was going to kill him – it was the other way around. 

  Peter was sure Mark was going to kill him if he got any tighter. He continued to stroke his dick, squeezing ever so slightly when he fucked into him. His other hand found its way under his shirt and wrapped around one of his nipples, eliciting a needy whine.

  "I missed you," Peter said again, slamming into him now. "I thought about you every night, thought about fucking you, and-" 

  His voice choked off and he moaned, heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his cock pounding and throbbing and he knew he was going to come soon, trying to suppress the tight coil in his stomach. 

  "Me too," Mark whimpered, his voice crackling and now Peter was sure he was crying. "Needed to see you tonight-" 

  "Needed me?" Peter interrupted. "Why?"

  Mark was suddenly overwhelmed with affection. Peter was so quiet when he asked these questions, his words so full of love, so gentle. 

  "Because I," he started, and suddenly gasped. "I'm coming," he whined. 

  Peter fucked into him harder, suddenly hitting a spot that made Mark see stars, and he felt like he was paralyzed the way climax made his muscles tense, his dick twitching in Peter's boney fingers. 

  "I got you," Peter reassured him, holding him protectively. "Come for me, baby." 

  "Oh, fuck, I love you," Mark whispered, then cried out, "I love you, fuck, Peter!" 

  He came hard, squeezing tighter around Peter as Peter pumped his throbbing cock. Mark shot his load against Peter's palm, spilling down his hand on his arm. 

  Peter fucked into Mark so hard he could hear the desk creaking and he could feel Mark's pulse. 

  "Want me to pull out?" Peter asked, and Mark shook his head adamantly. 

  "I-I want to feel you come inside me," Mark murmured. "If you want to."

  "Gonna make a mess of you," Peter whispered, sucking a dark spot on his throat. 

  Peter came hard, Mark assuming it was the way he clamped down on him, Peter knowing that what truly got him off was the confession. He pinned him down and kept him pressed into the desk as he came, groaning so low it was more like a growl. He stayed nestled into him for a full minute before he moved at all, murmuring quiet thank yous as he held him. 

  "I love you too," Peter said after a moment, and slowly pulled out of Mark, watching the come spill from him. "I don't wanna wait two weeks to see you." 

  "No, me neither," Mark said. "I wish..." 

  "Come home with me," Peter whispered. "We can take a shower and go to bed." 

  Mark knew he was right, that nobody would notice them. He had broken into the department easily and the tapes were never checked. Nobody would see them. 

  "Okay, but I have to leave first thing in the morning," Mark said. 

  Peter knew he did. He knew that if he stayed, it would make things very, very complicated. Peter needed to hunt him. 

  "I know," Peter said, and opened his desk drawer to get a baby wipe. 

  The first place he cleaned was Mark, gently running the wipe over his thighs. They really were in love, Mark realized. And they would do anything to keep it from getting destroyed. 

Ao3 link btw:

#saw #saw brainrot #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #hoffstrahm #mark hoffman #peter strahm #coffinshipping #smut

[prxttylittle]

@beencaughts hi

“Are you coming or not?” Prince didn’t want to. He had no interest in whatever Nick was about to do that was going to cause so much trouble but if it was as serious as he made it out to be, Prince didn’t want Matt to get caught up in it. If Prince didn’t go with Nick now, he was afraid Nick would drag Matt along.

Prince sighed and got into the passenger seat of the car. On the drive, Prince noticed as almost feral energy from Nick. He couldn’t relax. It was as if Nick had taken a full bag of coke and drank twice as many red bulls. His fingers tapped the steering wheel aggressively and he was non-stop fiddling with the radio. Sufficed to say, he was frying every last one of Princes nerves. “For fucksake! Nick! Will you relax, you’re fucking wrecking my head.” Prince snapped, slapping Nicks hand away from the radio. He’d seen Nick in many different states but this had to make it the top three most annoying. Despite his irritation, Prince was also nervous. What kind of task were they doing that Nick was so all over the place? They turned the corner and the street lights stopped. It was pitch black but Nick maintained his speed, turning on his full lights. Prince was definitely concerned now. They pull into a quarry. Prince sees another car and assumes this is a drug deal. Maybe he should assume this is the normal way of doing it. He meets teens at public street corners where any police offer could pass at any moment. Maybe some secret quarry at night is the best way to do it. Prince notices Nick doesn’t drive to the car park, where the other car is. He stays in front of the barrier. Prince sees the tyre tracks in the loose gravel behind the barrier. Maybe this is why. “Nick, I don’t know what shit you’re into. I’m not about this.” And maybe it’s strange for a drug dealer to be concerned about what illegal activity is about to take place but Prince already knows it’s out of his league. He’s a small time city dealer, he’s not the cartel. Plus, the way Nick is behaving is making Prince a little anxious. “Prince. I’m not fucking around tonight. You stay in the car, no matter what you see: do not get involved. If you see even a glimpse of another car or person you honk my horn. I don’t care if you’re just seeing things, let me know.” Prince chooses not to ask questions. Nick knows what he’s doing and has clearly thought this through, whatever this is. Prince looks ahead and someone gets out of the car parked ahead of them. Prince recognises him. They go to his school, Evan, he thinks. In fact, Prince and Luna had an argument about him maybe a month ago. Luna accused Prince of being jealous which he absolutely was not. Prince wasn’t actually entirely sure of who he is to Luna. Either way he was not being jealous at that party. That guy was simply standing too close and talking too much. He definitely didn’t take him as a threat, or see something like tonight happening. Prince watches as Nick gets out of the car. As he approaches the other guy, Evan, that’s when Prince notices the gun. Tucked into the back of his jeans, Nick pulls the gun into his hand. He can’t hear Nick and Evan but he can see Evan looks scared. Could be the gun Nick is wielding. Prince decides to set his sights on the rear view to make sure that nobody is coming. Why would they? Prince hears a shout and looks over to see Evan is on the ground. He’s practically sobbing. Nick has the gun pointed to Evans head. Prince is wide-eyed and stunned. What the hell is going through Nicks head? Why did he have to get Prince involved? Admittedly, Prince is kind of terrified. It’s unlike him but being a tough guy with fists in the halls of a secondary school is a much different realm than having somebody on their knees at gun point. Who is Nick? How long has he done shit like this? He sees Evan pass Nick a piece of paper which Nick reads and then shoves into his back packet. Nick then motions the gun from Evans head to the edge of the quarry. Prince is no interpreter but it looks as if Nick is telling Evan to jump. Prince assumes that’s wrong because that jump would kill a person in seconds flat. Princes heart races when he sees Nick grab Evans foot and drag him to the edge of the quarry. Prince and Evan make eye contact for a split moment. Evan looks desperate, and petrified. This guys life is flashing before his eyes and Princes, too. He figures Nick is only trying to scare the guy but Prince can’t watch anymore. He has to step in, right? Before this goes too far. If Nick is trying to scare the guy, it’s worked- they can go home now. He scrambles to open his door, losing eye contact with Evan. By the time Prince is out of the car, Evan is gone. Prince stops in his tracks, wide-eyed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Prince can barely catch his breath- he’s going into full panic attack mode now. Why the fuck did Nick need him for this? Why did Nick do this? What the actual ever-living fuck. Prince goes to the edge of the quarry, frightening Nick who didn’t see or hear him coming. “I told you stay in the fucking car.” Nick snaps. Prince looks over the edge but he doesn’t know what he’s looking for, he knows Nick pushed Evan and he can’t be saved. Prince is struggling to register what the fuck just happened but Nick walks away from him. He goes to Evans car and places the piece of paper on the drivers seat. Prince doesn’t see much else of what Nick does but what he does see is red. He goes over to Nick and punches him in the face. Nick barely reacts. Prince punches him again. Prince feels like he’s losing his mind. “You’re fucking psychotic! My girlfriend fucking knew that guy.” Nick shrugs. “Everyone in school knows him.” It could be a fair point except Prince doesn’t care about lying to everyone in school. How is he supposed to hide this from Luna, or Matt for that matter? Why did Prince have to be a part of this? Prince punches Nick again and they both go back to the car. The whole walk to the car, Prince is looking back just in case this guy might reappear and maybe be okay. Prince wants to believe he imagined the whole thing. Nick says that if for any reason they’re questioned by the police, they were together and if it’s anytime soon, Princes bruised knuckles and Nick face will prove it. “I’ll just say I made a comment about your girlfriend. Is that what you’re calling her now? And then we fought. Do you want to go get a drink? We can say we got drunk to make up after.” Nick is insane. He must be clinically insane. This man has not got a single brain cell forming together, Prince decides. He can barely compute that Nick is formulating an alibi for them. Prince questions why he is even involved when Nick answers that he was worried Evan would try to fight him and then Prince could have stepped in. That didn’t happen so really Prince wasn’t needed and Prince has been dumped with this massive load for no reason. Prince also doesn’t think he would have stepped in for Nick, considering he only got out of the car to try stop Nick. “You just fucking killed the guy! He fucking should have fought you, you stupid prick!” Prince can’t get Evans face out of his mind. He knew what was about to happen to himself. He was so scared. Even Prince was scared. He still is.  Nick tells Prince that he had a legitimate reason and that the world is a better place without him. That said, Nick won’t tell Prince and says it’s better he doesn’t know and Prince becomes too focused on his own panic attack to even ask anymore questions. Prince’s hands don’t stop shaking the whole way home, nor for the rest of the weekend.

“Did you hear?” Prince is at his locker with Matt and Nick talking utter rubbish on Tuesday morning when Cassie and Valerie approach them. Luna is beside Cassie but Prince barely spares her a glance. He’s barely spoken to her all weekend and even though Nick says it’s making him look suspicious, Prince doesn’t care. Him and Luna go through phases of not speaking anyway. Luckily for him they had a fight the day the quarry thing happened. So it’s not actually suspicious at all not that Prince cares. He’s still reeling in the fact that he’s a murder witness, or accessory. Takes somewhat of a priority. “Hear what?” The girls all look somewhat upset and Prince knows what this news is about to be. Val tells them the body that was found at the quarry was Evan and that he died. Prince doesn’t react (aside from a slight quiver in his hands) but Matt and Nick appear shocked. Nick honestly makes him sick. “Suicide.” Valerie clarifies and this does get Princes attention. “They found a note in his car, he must have written it before he jumped. It’s sad isn’t it?” Prince doesn’t make a comment on the gossip tokens Valerie has earned from this. Cassie’s the one that asks what the note said but Valerie shrugs. Prince doesn’t think Evans family plan on releasing what the note said. Prince doesn’t care what the note said. It was orchestrated by Nick, it’s not real. At least this is going down as a suicide and he and Nick don’t have to play their little alibi game.

Prince and Luna make eye contact. He blinks once and it’s enough to tell her to come over to him. She moved past Valerie and Matt and goes to Princes side. He lifts up his arm and wraps it around her shoulder. He kisses her temple. It’s going to be awhile before he feels any less shaken up but at least now he doesn’t have to worry about being a potential accessory to murder.

#i was gonna add it to one of the memes but he barely interacts with luna and you wanted to read it so!!! #i wrote it when i added those two girls into the sim version of the squad hence the random bitch named valerie #idk what to tag it as lol #{ ;; princeisms. #memed

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I'll say for as much grief as I've seen with this season, it's actually the first season where I really thought MC was in danger. Cuz u know, it's mc obvi she's not going to be BUT she should be, she should feel in danger as everyone else sometimes and it DID make me react.

I was like oh shit Mc booted off real? 👀 (I don't think that storyline could've been executed in an interesting way cuz u'd miss lots of bonding time with the ROs)

And like in the latest episode, when it came to choosing a couple , in the end I chose Arlo and Peter just because if that decision came out they'd be the people it would matter least to me. Cuz everyone's secrets (especially MC's) are out all the fucking time and I was like. What a perfect way to create drama than to reveal who you voted for. See, in s2 (or other seasons, they're kinda a blur ) I was secure enough that nobody would betray MC that way or that it wouldn't happen, but the fact I did think it could happen this season is...exciting in a way.

MC isn't immune! And that's interesting but I do wish she wasn't fucking getting gang pilled on every 2 seconds like christ 😵‍💫

Like yes maybe MC's situation has felt precarious in other seasons (never felt that way to me but yk) at least she had FRIENDS. Like can we get s5 MC some fucking friends I'm BEGGING 🤚😭 Dana is well (gesture vaguely at whatever the fuck she got going on) and my opinion of Kat changes a lot. Fluctuates like her opinion of MC ♡ I like Kat, I think she could've made for an awesome best friend to MC. She tells it how it is, and isn't afraid to make herself pass first, like I don't need a friend for MC who's always groveling at her feet. The confidence is nice! And it would've been nice to see Kat genuinely care for MC, and it could've even been a 'slow-burn' friendship. Cuz she clearly was set up as the rival character at the start, but yk when Dana starts flirting with Suresh or sumn she comes see u and you can talk to her. While Dana isn't exactly honest to MC and telling her what she wants to hear (in advices b4 casa amor 💀) Kat could've been this girl who's stick to her guns. Yes you may not have liked what she said but maybe you needed to hear it yk. They could've done that with Arlo too, like I was ready to like her and then she gives me shit for a man that I hadn't flirted much with 🤚😭 Like girl c'mon (it must be worse when you haven't expressed any interest in Suresh at all )

Also another thing while I'm thinking about it, is that you can flirt with Arlo, she shows interest for like a second before shifting to Dana. And with a bi MC it's kinda. Funny I suppose to see Dana get the girls (Arlo&Gabi) at least you can express interest in Gabi 💀

Another point is; everyone always saying people wants MC....uhm. Where? They may want MC but sure as shit ain't showing it 👨‍🦲 You never feel like you're passing first this season, which ig in a narrative where MC is a normal contender is fine but gameplay wise? Sucks. Like someone who's just genuinely into mc is not that hard and some might have found that with Alfie and if you stick with him he switches for Meera cuz of ur baggage but is still into you? Like boy 💆‍♀️. MC shouldn't feel unwanted here 😭 Or even Finn (which depends if he's honest ig - I think he is and for argument sake let's suppose he is), he's telling MC he's into but never has shown that interest proper throughout the time with him. Moments where he pulls us aside it's always for Kat or Arlo stuff and it's like ok? No cheeky banters, nothing?

Suresh is playing his little games and Eddie never appealed to me so, I didn't give him much attention but I don’t think yall had much content either.

Nicolas/Johnny is well. It is what it is. They have their cute moment but it's hard to say that they choose MC cuz they genuinely looe her or cuz of the baggage. Of course, it doesn't bother them cuz they need to exploit it.

#papriplays litg #litg s5 #i passed out and opened my phone to this. so im just blasting it