#i should appreciate the road already behind me more often

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you know as soon as you get out of bed, satoru isn’t going to be far behind you, especially when you’re draped in his shirt.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, insatiable satoru :3, mostly teasing, some morning scenes as he tries to drag you back to bed, you’re in his shirt, he lifts you up at the end. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i am so very obsessed + crazed, i can’t stop <3

it’s still early, barely light outside as you stand in the kitchen of your shared apartment. you’ve left your boyfriend gojo still in bed, you felt a little bad waking him up when he always looked so peaceful, probably tired out after the night he’d given you lastnight— the evidence of his efforts still burning on your skin where he’s left his mark.

but it had still been an effort to peel him off of you no matter how soundly he slept, having to pull yourself away from the warmth of his chest— his arms were like a puzzle with how tightly he wraps them around you, but you thought he’d appreciate waking up to some coffee and breakfast on his day off.

the air in the kitchen is still cold, something you’ve put down to the early morning— the roads outside are still quiet but there’s a slight breeze along your bare thighs when you move. the rest of your body is fine though, draped comfily in one of satoru’s ridiculously huge shirts, the perks of your boyfriend being over 6’3 ofcourse—plus he always payed such expensive amounts for his clothes, it was almost guaranteed they were gonna be comfy.

you giggle as you scoop a ridiculous amount of sugar into your boyfriends coffee cup, the ceramic identical to yours— his idea when he started coming over more often, but you still thought his sweet tooth was adorable.

“oh? good morning to you too, sweet thing.” your train of thought is interrupted by the smooth, still sleepy drawl as you shoot a quick glance over your shoulder to see gojo already approaching you. he couldn’t be apart from you too long afterall— it’s like his soul was tied with yours. he’s still shirtless, his hair is messy from sleep— snowy peaks framing his features while his sweatpants rest dangerously low on his hips.

“you’re awake early.” you sigh out, dreamily as you feel your boyfriends chest press against your back, his long arms circling their way around your waist from behind as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“mhm, how my supposed to sleep without you, hah? so cruel.” there’s a slight whine to gojo’s words, you can still hear the sleepiness in his tone but it makes you smile when it’s followed by a smeared kiss along your jawline. you roll your eyes before you lean into him, feeling his fingertips trace along the hem of your shirt, his shirt that’s hanging around your thighs before he speaks again.

“you teasin’ me?” his words are lower this time, a little more than a growl as he plays around with the fabric between his fingers— grumbling before he’s deliberately pressing his hips into you from behind. he’s close and warm, making sure you can feel the problem you left him with this morning when you got out of bed without him— straining against the fabric of his sweats.

“‘toru, it’s 8am. you’re insatiable.” you giggle out, a sweet little sound so early in the morning and it only seems to draw gojo in closer to you— smiling into his next kiss along your throat as he rolls his hips into you.

“oh, but you left me cold and alone, i think you gotta make that up to me, no?” he’s teasing you, trying to lure you back into where he wants you most— not that he wouldn’t have you anywhere, he’s already had his way with you around this whole apartment. but he wants nothing more than you between the sheets right now, wrapped up in him and the plush mattress beneath you both.

“i’m literally making you a coffee. you needed the rest.” you try to argue but you should know that gojo’s never one to back down. you feel his fingers trail slowly underneath the hem of his shirt, before he sighs with the first teasing swipe along the inside of your bare thigh, so dangerously close to your folds that you shudder. no panties either? you really were teasing him.

“hah? but i feel better than ever.” he tries to argue, oh so convincingly before he’s turning you to face him— peppering sweet, ticklish smooches along your features until you’re arms are wrapping around his shoulders and your eyes are finally on him.

“oh, i’m sure~” you grin, his crystalline gaze is sleepy as you brush your fingers through his bed head— scratching at his scalp before he’s sending you a lopsided grin, followed by a quick peck against your lips.

“got no choice. you need a demostration? let’s go, sweet thing. only one way to show you.” is all you hear from gojo before he’s suddenly got you thrown over his shoulder, and you truly forget how strong he really is until he’s handling you with such ease— holding you with one arm like you’re as light as a feather.

“satoru! what about breakfast?” not that you’re putting up much of a fight, you can basically feel the smug look that’s on his face already as he turns to drag you back to bed. you grumble, defeated but it quickly turns to a shriek when you feel your boyfriends free hand come down sharply on your ass as he chuckles.

“hm? don’t mind. i’m hungry f’ somethin’ else right now, baby.”

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[suguann]

OH, DARLING—ASTARION

✎. he’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky, and you have the sneaking suspicion he's upset with you. | wc. 1.3K+

tags. fem!reader, established relationship, jealousy, slight dirty talk, pet names [18+ only]

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Eighteen days. That’s how long it takes between the Shadowlands and reaching Wyrm’s Crossing. Longer still since you’ve interacted with anyone other than bandits, lost refugees, cult-crazed lunatics, and your merry band of weirdos (Gale’s words, not yours). 

For once, you’re not picking berries off bushes to offset hunger until you make camp or plucking bramble from your pants when the occasional trail turns out to be safer than the King’s Road. You can finally sit at a bartop and order wine instead of choking down the contents of an ancient bottle of Ithbank you snatched from a cellar in some decrepit village.

That was at least the most tolerable thing you experienced outside the gates, as far as roughing it in the wilds goes.

And it might be your newfound appreciation for city life, of finding an escape from what’s become your current normal—sneaking past goblin-infested camps, waterlogged boots, and haystacks for beds (an upgrade from sleeping on the cold, hard dirt, you suppose)—that lures the Drow twins over to your party walking down from the top floor of the Sharess’ Caress.

“You must be curious after keeping such…” Nym glances over Astarion, Shadowheart, and Karlach, hovering behind you, threatening with blood stains on their clothes and out of place in an establishment full of nobles and wealthy ministers. “Interesting company.”

It’s safe to say you’re uninterested in the twins, but that doesn’t stop your curiosity from piquing when Nym demonstrates her talents with a peach she snatches from a fruit bowl off the nearest table. By the end of it—an obscene display that catches the eye of a few patrons walking by and sends your imagination reeling—you wonder how often she does this to gain clientele. If it’s always so…hands-on.

“So what do you think?” 

You don’t know what to think, oddly confused like that first time Astarion had to spell out for you that he wanted to have sex—you’re going to be so fun to break, pet—a girl who’s every bit the product and trappings of a sheltered fool. 

“Are you interested?”

The mutilated peach in Nym’s hand drips clear fruit juice down her wrist in thin rivulets, collecting at her elbow. You start to shake your head—

Astarion scoffs. “She already has her hands full without your sticky fingers and whatever the hells you’re doing to that innocent peach.” 

Nym’s mouth curls up into a coy smile before her gaze sweeps over to Astarion. “Her lover, I presume?”

“As in, I already tasted said peach while you’re still trying to get your mouth on it; well then, yes. Very much so.”

You slap his chest, your face somehow getting hotter. “Astarion!”

“Darling, we’re in a whorehouse. I assure you they’ve heard worse.”

Nym makes a wordless, amused sound. “Well, if you ever find yourself curious or—” she gives Astarion one last scrutinizing once over and looks at you again “—unsatisfied, you know where to find me and my brother.”

Before you can politely decline, Astarion chips in on your behalf, “Trust me, she’s not.”

He steers you toward the door—I’m never going to look at a silly piece of fruit the same after this—and you don’t miss how he sends the twins a withering stare right before he joins you on the street.

He’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky. 

You stare at the back of his head as he walks in front of you, bulky pack slung over his shoulder with the books and scrolls you bought earlier, deciding whether you should join him or leave him to his thoughts.

Karlach nudges your shoulder. “Trouble in paradise, soldier?”

“Not really.” You bite your lip. “Should there be?”

Her gaze follows yours to Astarion, and she hums in understanding.

“If you stare at his back any longer, you might burn a hole through it." Heat crawls up your neck, and you try to give her a shove when Astarion looks at both of you over his shoulder, but she doesn't move an inch and laughs instead. "He’s probably upset over finding another pebble in his boot again. Don’t sweat it.”

An unreasonable suggestion, for you know it’s more than another pebble.

He doesn’t say anything once you all reach camp, nor does he give you even the slightest acknowledgment when you walk by his tent on your way to bed or look up from his book—no hello, my sweet readily waiting on his tongue—when you slip a little note under his nose. 

It’s starting to give you the sneaking suspicion he’s upset with you—though you hardly have the faintest idea why.

You’re pulled awake by the quiet, careful shifting of your blanket as someone slips into your bedroll behind you. You stare blearily at the barn's wall, trying to blink away the disorienting feeling still clinging to you like dew on a humid summer day. 

It’s the first brush of sharp incisors against your throat that erases the last vestiges of sleep altogether.

Ah, so he read your note.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper, aware enough to remember the other two people sleeping in the barn with you.

“Have I?”

“You know what I mean.” You tighten your grip on your blanket. “You’re upset, aren’t you?”

He kisses the tender spot below your ear. “I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”

“But you’re unhappy.”

Your breath hitches when his tongue flicks out to taste your skin. 

“Yes, I’m unhappy.”

“Was it because of what that drow said?”

“Hm, be more specific.”

“When she—with the peach.” You squirm a little, a mouse blessedly caught by the tail. “You know.”

His chuckle is soft, faintly mocking.

“Oh, darling. You think I’m jealous?” He runs a thumb over the fluttering pulse in your neck. “How cute.” 

And right before he applies the smallest amount of pressure—

“Well, you would be correct.”

When Astarion works at the laces of your pants, loosening them just enough to slip his hand underneath, you jump at the first cool brush of his fingers tracing across your heated skin. Your muscles jump, jump, jump under his touch, goosebumps prickling along your arms when his hand fits suddenly between your legs. Two soft pats that make you gasp.

“Drippy,” he murmurs. You don’t think your face can get any hotter.

Then he’s hooking two—fuck, three—fingers into you, splitting you open, curling up toward your belly; you can’t bite back the moan that breaks free.

“Hush, pet.”

Nipping at your neck, he scissors his fingers, smiling at your choked, stuttered gasp.

“Do you think I’d let anyone see how you fall apart with a few quick strokes of the fingers? How you sound? How you taste?” 

The questions are followed by his thumb pressing into the achy spot at the apex between your legs, and you don’t mention that he’s doing this with two other people sleeping soundly on the other side of the room. 

“This—” his fingers curl inside you, pressing until he finds soft flesh that makes your legs jerk. “This is all for me—mine—wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod slowly, hand clamped over your mouth to trap the sounds that keep escaping.

“Good, so we understand each other then.”

Your thighs tremble around his wrist. His fangs drag across the thin, breakable column throat, almost like a warning, catching at two identical scars that haven’t fully healed since you’ve let a feral, lost little vampire into your camp before he gives in and bites.

Digging in—messy—you imagine the dribble of red down his pale chin, how he sometimes leaves it there to savor later.

You’re limp and floating in a matter of seconds, your mind blissfully quiet for the first time in days.

“Remember that, darling, the next time someone starts giving you ideas.” After a moment, he whispers: "But I'm also happy you said no."

And he slips out of your bedroll without so much of a creak in the floorboards and out of the barn as if he was never there.

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[thebadboyfanclub]

Together As One (Daemon x Reader)

So this is more a twisted love type of hype, I hope you guys like the way I portrayed this request cause I wanted to give it more of a dark edge since Daemon is definitely a gray character. Hope you enjoy!

Mothers love their children, everyone could agree upon the unconditional love mothers held for their kind with no doubt in their hearts, songs, poems, plays, and any type of art one can think of have attempted to portray such devotion. None, however, could predict that some mothers have a certain type of fear for their child, like some whisper in the back of their heads warning them about the little glimpse in their eyes that was not like the stars but more of a scorching fire threading to burn everything.

That was the exact feeling Rhaenys had for her beloved daughter, the twin sister of Laenor, it would often baffle her how her husband could not see what was clearly there, (y/n) was always in competition with everyone about everything, the finest clothes belonged to her, she had to ride a dragon first, learn Valyrian faster.

Whilst Rhaenys prayed for her daughter's thirst to settle, the others praised her for her bravery, her determination, and her intellect, something that made (y/n) yearn for more.

“I would like to raise a toast to my dear brother, a married man to our future queen, may your wedlock be blessed with numerous children and a road paved with nothing but joy and success, Prince Daemon, hopefully you are next”

(Y/n) stood with a smile of triumph dancing on her lips before she raised her cup to gently take a sip, as she sat down Daemon's eyes followed her, he was well aware of her game, though he seemed unfazed and almost amused by her comment the truth laid somewhere deeper than the surface, not a single soul in this room would have been able to guess that the delighted twin of now future king consort was playing a game of cat and mouse with none other than prince daemon behind closed doors.

(Y/n) had been relentless in her ways to seduce Daemon, sneaking out at all hours of the night, sending people after him so she could know his whereabouts just so she could magically appear, the combination of sweet wine and her alluring voice was enough for Daemon to stumble and fall right on top of her, taking her for a ride to the addictive roads of lust.

She was stunning, flawless, a true Targaryen that screamed opulence and elegance with a face sculpted by the gods, the common folk would gush over the “oceans Angel” a nickname given by the realm for her angelic features, how would they know how dark her mind could get in order to make everyone yield before her?

-

“Mother”

“Dearest, how are you on this fine morrow?”

“I am well, the little one finally decided to let me get some rest”

“When I was pregnant with you I remember thinking you would kick your way out of my belly, the Apple does not fall far from the tree”

(Y/n)s daughter, Leora, leaned as much as she could to kiss her mother's cheek before she sat down next to her to break her fast, queen Alicent had already taken her seat along with her daughter Heleana and (y/n)s other son Elion, Alicent and (y/n) enjoyed each others presence, a mutual bond based on respect had been build over the years that was sealed by marrying Leora with Aegon and Elion with Heleana.

“The maester said you should drink more orange juice, it will help with the fatigue”

“As well as eat more meat, pregnancy is no easy task, you must be as strong as ever”

Alicent chimed, the birth of her second grandchild was one of the most important events, Alicent adored her first grandchild, beautiful Hael, a strong boy who was just now starting to learn how to walk, still, he had everyone wrapped around his finger.

“I appreciate your concerns but I am fine, healthy as a horse”

“It wouldn’t hurt, let us not risk it dearest”

“I thought once I get older I wouldn’t have to listen to my mother”

“Well I am sorry but that will never happen, drink”

(Y/n) had stepped up and appeared as the perfect mother, loving, kind, and caring, she did love her children, however, what she loved most was the things they could do for her, her firstborn daughter was now the wife of the king first born son, and her son was a strong, skill full knight that served the realm and came back in triumph, how could she not adore her perfect creations?

“How is the king?”

“I am afraid his health is decreasing, the maesters advise him to remain abed for the day”

“Rhaenyra will be questioned, he won’t sit this one out I am afraid”

“Ugh the precious Rhaenyra, I wish I could stay in my chambers until those god-forsaken days pass”

(Y/n)s smile was wiped from her face and in an instant it was replaced with an angry scowl, in a split second her hand had grasped her daughter, Leoras' eyes went wide with fear when they met the angry hues of her mothers.

“You mustn’t speak in such a way, I’ve taught you better”

Leora only nodded frantically, (y/n) had her own opinions over Rhaenyra, she however, knew better than to voice them, not even in such a secluded area of the palace, (y/n)s hold turned from forceful to a caress before she directed her eyes back to her friend and queen Alicent.

“Besides, the king will do as he wishes and if the gods bless him with the strength to stand he should be there, isn’t it right Alicent?”

“I couldn’t have phrased it better, my dear”

-

(Y/n) and Alicent were each other's shadows, one compelled the other and in the end one way or the other the result was one of their favor, (y/n) was disciplined and had mastered the act of a gracious and lovely princess, Alicent was strict and slipped under everyone’s nose as she cloaked herself with the act of a pious queen, the two of them had years up on the horse of being able to maneuver their way around the kingdom so the men would not suspect a damn thing.

Viserys had seemed to get worst which made him unable to attend even when Daemon and (y/n) went to his room to assist him, the king could not even sit up let alone walk, Daemon was disheartened, thankfully for him his dutiful and beautiful wife let him rest on her shoulder and like a soothing salve her encouraging words went over his wound of his beloved older brother nearing his end.

“My Love”

“(Y/n)? What- what has happened?”

“I apologize for waking you up my dear, it is your brother”

“Viserys? What about- no”

“My dear husband, you must be strong, I am so sorry”

(Y/n) grasped Daemon's hands tightly before she brought them up to her lips to kiss his knuckles, of course, she was one of the first to know, Alicent had rushed to her chamber and delivered the news herself, she had waited patiently as the king took his last breath, Alicent told no one, not even the maester, (y/n) had to know before anyone.

“Viserys”

Daemon had been taken over by his thoughts, they’ve always had their differences but at the end of the day, they shared the same mother and father, a bond that could never be broken, no matter how many times Daemon has run off he always ended up by Viserys side.

“My love, I understand that this is too much for you, however, we must prepare our daughter”

“What does Elora have to do with this?”

“She is to be queen, she needs her father”

“Queen? Have you gone mad?”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip in combination with her head tilting to the side, as if nothing but a mere candle lit her face Daemon could still identify the features that he so adored but now he could not wrap his head around what was his wife suggesting.

“My lord husband, King Viserys has left us, it is only natural for his son to succeed him”

“It is expected for his firstborn, Rhaenyra, to do so, not Aegon”

“Where is the princess? But in a place where she could have visited if she wished, when has she even attempted to come and visit her beloved father who was in agony all these years? She only came when her privilege was at risk and then blamed Alicent who has served by the king's side for his illness”

“This is not a matter to discuss”

“But it is, the gods know I loved Viserys and he had been good to me, but let us not forget he killed his first wife in his desperate attempt for a male heir, he remarried and Alicent gave him an heir and a spare and still it was not good enough, he passed by you and his sons to bury his guilt by calling Rhaenyra the heir, it wasn’t because he trusted her or because he saw something in her, he passed the title on to her because he did not trust you and then because he wanted to wash the blood of queen Aemmas from his hands”

Silence fell upon them, (y/n) pulled away from her husband and headed towards the door, as his hand rested upon the handle she turned her head back to lord husband who was visibly shaken, (y/n) might appear disheartened but she could detect that her monologue had started to creep on to Daemons heart.

“I love you with all my heart, that is why I shall leave you to grieve, if you wish to run to her I will…. Understand, it is not like I ever doubted the unconditional love you have for the realm delight, now might be your chance to pursue it”

Her tone was drowning in sorrow leaving Daemon with an unwavering sense of guilt in a dark room as his wife had disappeared to place her hand over a war of fire and blood, (y/n) was correct, Daemon did love Rhaenyra, still, he did not place his flame for her over what he had built with his wife over the years.

(Y/n) walked away with a smile of triumph, she had done her part flawlessly and now she was certain that Daemon would be by her side before the crown was placed on Aegons head, however, she did not have time to waste, Alicent and (y/n) were the ones to wake the new king and queen, preparing them for what they had destined to be.

“You may enter”

“Prince Daemon is asking to see his daughter and wife, alone”

(Y/n) stopped brushing her daughter's head, carefully placing the golden brush down before she looked down at her daughter who nodded in approval.

“Let him in, do not allow anyone to disturb us”

“Right away”

The girl curtsied as quickly as possible before she disappeared only to be replaced by none other than Daemon. (Y/n) took a sharp inhale through her nose once he entered the room, preparing herself for a mental battle, surprisingly when her eyes scanned for his she was met with a certain lightness, an ease to him that caught her by a pleasant surprise.

Instinctively a small smile played on her lips, her Daemon was dressed in his black attire, leather suited him, and his hair was pulled away from his face the way she always told him to do it.

(Y/n) was not made of stone, she might play like she is though her heart skipped a beat every time she was near her lord husband, Daemon was one of the very few people that (y/n) would throw herself in the fire, even though their love felt like the flames licked her back, that sweet pain of admiration and devotion that the poets would sing and the common folk would go mad.

“My dearest loves”

Daemon declared, that their daughter rose from her chair and ran to her father, she was always the one known to succumb to emotions and this time (y/n) could not scold her over it, Leora was her father's daughter, (y/n) might not have spoken over the matter only to allow the young girl the solidarity of her feelings, inside Leora was always waiting for her father to walk through this door.

“You look beautiful, a perfect gown for the queen”

“Father I-“

“Before I handed you over to Aegon I made you a promise, do you remember it?”

“I will do anything to see you happy”

“I will put myself through war if you tell me that this is what you want, all you have to do is say it”

Daemon was no fool, he was certain that the second that crown graced his daughter's head a war would nip their heels, Rhaenyra would not go down without a fight and that meant that Daemon would have to face her in battle, a battle he was willing to put for his lovely Leora.

“I want to be queen, I want Aegon to be our king”

“Very well, I wish you a fruitful reign, may the Gods smile down upon you”

‘May the Gods have mercy on us’ he thought, with a smile he brushed away those dark thoughts only to place a kiss on his daughter's forehead, a small part of him screamed that this was the right thing, his brother never thought he was good enough, now his brother was on the ground and his daughter was crowned queen and would carry on the legacy of the Targaryen name.

“Go on now, I want to have a word with your mother”

“I will be waiting for you”

Leora informed them before she gave them the privacy Daemon desired. (Y/n) stood as still as a statue, her heart pounding on her chest as her throat grew dry and scratchy, she was the master of composure up until now, faced with the only person who could make her waver.

“My beautiful, sweet lady wife, you spoke harshly last night”

“I spoke nothing but the truth”

She threw back in a cold tone. Daemon only smirked as he started to approach her, she did not dare to move, (y/n) was comforted by his light-hearted manner though there was an underlying mischief, Daemon was playing something, and (y/n) was left trying to catch up before it is too late.

Daemon stood before her, his arm finding her forearms and giving them a gentle squeeze, his eyes gazing back at hers with a glimmer that (y/n) had grown to yearn for, she despised the fact that she had to manipulate him like this, she was left with no other choice but to do this, a side of hers cursed the day Rhaenyras and Daemons fates met, this would have been so much easier had (y/n) been the only women Daemon loved.

“You are so bright, I am almost disappointed that you didn’t foresee this”

“The war?”

“No, me, you think I have not caught wind of all the scheming against Rhaenyra? The upbringing of my daughter to become the wife of my brother's firstborn son, putting our son on the sea the minute he was born to have better knowledge of anything driftmark related to gain the favor of your father, every step you so amazingly calculated with Alicent so you can get our family here”

“You have gone mad”

“I saw behind the facade and that makes you nervous, I was there with you every step of the way you mustn’t be frightened, I let you do all this for only one reason”

“Alright, let us entertain this absurd claim of yours, what is the reason?”

“Because I love you”

(Y/n) mouth slightly parted in shock, Daemon had professed his love for her on multiple occasions but the weight on this one was different, he had pulled what she thought was the perfect cover, leaving her bare in front of him, uncovering her thirst that she had kept away from everyone.

“I love you so much that I will let my daughter become the target on Rhaenyras mind, I will go against the woman that you think threatens your position in my heart, I will put myself in the sword before I let her even get one strand of your hair because you and our daughter want this”

“And you don’t? You always held a grudge over the fact that Viserys never declared you as his heir”

“My brother is dead now and because of you our child wishes to be a queen, I picked you as my second wife because I saw your strength, your determination, you need to come on top, that is the Targaryen fire through and through”

“You truly mean all this?”

“You are my lady wife, you gave me a home, now it is time to show the realm that we are the rightful heirs of the throne, together as one”

(Y/n) reached daemons lips for a passionate kiss, his hands slid down to her waist and pulled her as close as humanly possible, sharing this moment meant everything to (y/n), she had him devotedly by her side, he saw her true nature and walked straight into her fire, surrendering in her and even shielding her and her family.

“Let us find out daughter, I want us to be the ones to place the crown on her head”

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone else have that honor”

Requests are open!

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[lucishellhound]

fork in the road

pairing: sam winchester x oc!female winchester, dean winchester x oc!female winchester, eventual castiel x oc!female winchester

summary: maggie winchester shouldn’t be alive. she knows this, her brothers definitely know this. what she survived in that hardware store– well nothing should have survived that. while she still tries to piece everything together, life as a hunter stops for no one. not even a love triangle  between an angel and the devil. 

warnings: mentions of accidental skin cutting

word count: 338

a/n: this is my very, very first written fanfic. this is something i have been playing around with in my head for awhile and finally decided to put it out there. these chapters will get longer as i get used to writing like this for sure. it is definitely a work in progress and feedback is appreciated. i hope everyone enjoys, this is my baby (:

—

Maggie knew that the time she had to escape her middle brother’s impending interrogation was short. As soon as the Impala had pulled into the garage of the bunker, she bolted. She quickly made her way down the hall and into her room, locking it behind her. 

She didn’t want to have to answer to Sam about the gash on her arm anymore. She had gotten so close to being caught, but he was so trusting and let it go. This time. She didn’t know how many more chances she had until Dean got involved. Then it would all go to hell. 

Maggie lifted the sleeve of her henley to inspect the wound closer again as she sank down into her bed.

Gone.

Just as it had been minutes after the wayward clippers made contact with her skin. 

Damn poltergeist. 

—

Sam had seen the tear in her sleeve soaked in blood. On the way back to the Impala, after successfully ridding the barber shop of the menace, he immediately made to grab her arm. Maggie quickly pulled both arms back behind her.  

Sam scoffed.

“Don’t be such a baby, Mags. Let me see it.” She bit the inside of her cheek, calculating how she was going to get out of this one. Finally, she relented, holding out her right arm for her tallest brother to inspect.

“See? Nothing. Don’t be such a mother hen Sammy.” She laughs, not giving him the opportunity to point out that it was the wrong arm, and slides into the backseat. Had Dean not already been in the car, he would have continued to pester her. But he knew better, and Maggie knew that. 

If his baby sister was hiding something, it was for a good reason. Sam had just hoped she would decide to trust him on whatever it was soon. He gave her the benefit of the doubt more often than not, but he was starting to think this was more serious than anything she had ever lied about in the past. 

-

tags:

@cordiscurlygal @chvoswxtch

#sam winchester x oc #castiel x oc #supernatural imagine #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #oc winchester #castiel x reader

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Tsukikage Kazama Short Story

This is the last translation to make up for March (only four not five since i don't count a week because of my bday)... I'm probably just going to translate the rest of what I can for April...

Also I hate tax law. Taxes themselves are something I'm okay with to a degree since I'm probably more federalist and like health care and the idea of dental care, but looking through who knows how many statues and laws from the CRA for just one thing is something I wish I didn't subject myself to lol.

ANYWAY.

The story for this translation was originally published in B's-LOG 2019年11月号.

the last of these I'll be able to translate are the Souji one with the books, the Saito story with the flower in winter, the Harada story and the one for Souma.... i think those haven't been translated?

Hakuoki Tsukikage B’s Log 2019年11月 Kazama Short Story “Nagatsuki (長月)” [meaning the 9th month of the lunar calendar]

Translation by KumoriYami

"This was all that could be prepared."

"No, it's nothing. I should be the one apologising for forcing you to do this."

With a plate in my hand that I received from the hostess who bowed her head to apologise, I greeted her before going back to the room.

On our journey to Aizu, this was the only inn we could find.

The closer to the battlefield, the fewer people there were, and the once lively stores and inns tightly shut their doors.

This was something that had been realized after camping out several times, [though] Amagiri-san found that there was inn operating at the end of the road/street [not sure about the first half here].

(It was thanks to Amagiri-san...)

Chizuru sighed as she thought this.

"...Too slow."

Back in the room, Kazama-san had already put on his yukata and was relaxing as he looked out the window.

Ever since we left Edo, Kazmaa-san had been wearing simple western-style sleeves.

Although that really suited him, I still thought he was more attractive while wearing a kimono.

"Out of kindness, the hostess provided me with a choushi. What do you think about this?"

According to ChatGPT (since I could not find a response I liked through google): "In Japanese, 铫子 (choushi) is called "yakan" (ヤカン) which refers to a kettle or a pot used for boiling water or heating liquids, often made of metal or ceramic. It is commonly used for making tea or coffee, but can also be used for warming sake or other alcoholic beverages." T/N: the raw itself uses "铫子"

"Hmph… this sake is not to my taste, but if you want to pour it, I'll drink it."

In response to his arrogant statements, I smiled wryly and poured some sake for him.

I wasn't used to his behaviour before, but now I've completely accepted it.

(He is actually a very emotional person…)

I already know that now.

As I listened to the sound of insects in the distance, I poured sake into his cup.

In this private room [In private?], he was unexpectedly quiet, and was fond of silence, so I didn't have to force myself to greet him.

His posture as he looked up at the moon was so graceful, like the appearance of someone in a painting—

(What am I thinking...)

For some reason, I was now very concerned about Kazama-san's inner thoughts/opinions.

"It's almost the fifteenth night [Alternatively, this can be interpreted as "the night of the full moon" like in the Juugoyabana drama].

"This sake is no good, but I can it's not bad as a side dish to appreciating the moon."

In contrast to his sarcasm, his eyes were gentle.

"When you're satisfied and aren't asking for more, it's easy to get what you want. In this world, there are too many foolish fossils [term is for people out of date or have fallen behind] who have forgotten this."

His words penetrated deeply into my heart.

With my own eyes, I have witnessed what people who pursue profit and those who have robbed others to satisfy their own desires. I saw firsthand what that looked like to the state of my hometown.

If Kazama-san wasn't at my side, perhaps I wouldn't be able to endure it.

"...So, are you satisfied now?"

"What a foolish question."

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile at the me who was feeling shy.

"If you want me to feel satisfied, let me satisfy myself first… it is useless to have another's person way of thinking/thoughts fulfilled by someone else."

(...He truly is a gentle person.)

The words I heard were a comfort to me who was worrying about those still fighting, and those yet to fight.

As he looked up towards the moon again, and I silently thanked him.

---end---

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki other translation #kazama chikage #yukimura chizuru

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 20 “Camping (T)Rip” [Episode List]

Tim, Dave, Adam and Greg go camping together to relax and chill for a day far from any responsibility, enjoying the sounds that nature has to offer. Those sadly include Dave’s farts and belches however and things get even gassier when Tim has to share a tent with him.

POV: Tim

Camping (T)Rip

5:30 AM.

I hate waking up early on Saturday morning. Who does? Yet here I am.

We’ve been planning this for weeks but in the end we managed to choose a date which was suitable for everyone’s needs and didn’t interfere with any of our jobs. No girlfriends (not that I had any… obviously), just us guys being dudes in the woods… well not far into the woods but kind of. We all are kind of city slickers after all and while we do like camping, we don’t it as often as we’d like to admit.

I already took a shower and put some clothes on (a simple t-shirt and some sweatpants), so we don’t mess up the schedule. Dave was a heavy sleeper so I went into his room to wake him up.

“Yo, sleeping beauty. Are you waiting for you prince?” I said, as I stepped in.

Indeed there he was, lying on his bed on his stomach, basically naked, only wearing a pair of white shorts, his body figure still being quite a sight in the dimly lit bedroom. 

“If you’re the prince, I’d rather just die here.” he joked, his voice muffled as he had his face buried in the pillow.

I clapped my hands like an angry housewife. “Come on. Get up. Rise and shine.”

His second answer wasn’t muffled at all instead.

Without moving, an enormous, airy morning fart erupted from his ass, surprisingly not tearing a hole through his white shorts. It was loud and proud, so powerful that I’m sure the neighbours were gonna hear it. As he ripped it, he couldn’t help but turn to me, his face still being visibly tired, but I could recognize his smirk, that silly-cocky smile he displays when blasting farts around me, knowing very well what effect they have on me. In fact, as the fart ended, he laughed, noticing the boner through my sweatpants.

“Bro if you wanna pitch a tent you could've at least waited ’til we were in the woods.” 

I simply walked out of the room, hearing Dave’s laughter behind me. Truth is, yes, I found that hot, but I too was laughing on the inside, despite the utter embarrassment. “Fuck off.” I stuttered, to which he replied with a distant, short, loud rip.

I heard Dave getting ready upstairs as I waited for him. Our buds, Adam and Greg, were heading to our place with the former’s car, who agreed to take it as long as Dave was the one driving, ‘cause he’s not very familiar with the countryside and dirt roads -not that Dave was a rally driver or anything, but he had some relatives out of town living in some farm or something, so he should know how to deal with such roads, more than us at least. 

Despite my bro/roommate’s oversleeping, we were right on schedule. Luckily we all packed our stuff the day before so we were basically ready. Finally, Dave joined me downstairs, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of camo cargo shorts. And sunglasses: he looked like he was ready for a beach day rather than a camping trip. I probably stared at him for a bit because he is a good looking guy after all, and wondered how I got this lucky to have such a bro.

Before I could stare for too long, we heard some car honks coming from the front yard.

“You can stop staring, bro. Dumb&Dumber are here.” 

Oh. I guess he noticed. “I’m so-“ I tried to say.

“Yeah yeah you can apologize for thinking that I’m a good lucking guy later. We don’t have time for this.” he said, as we both got our stuff and rushed outside.

Dave was very patient with me, that’s for sure. He wasn’t annoyed by my appreciation, but rather by me still being so awkward around him. Again very embarrassing for me, but I’m glad that at least he knows that he’s hot -as he knows that I’d never cross certain lines… despite him regularly planting my face into his farting ass!

“Hey ladies.” Adam greeted us outside, helping packing our stuff into the back of the car. Greg and Dave shared an ironic manly handshake as if the two were businessmen, while I set our destination on the GPS.

After we finished stuffing Adam’s vehicle with things that we’re probably not even gonna need for our short trip, we got into the car. Adam and Greg in the backseat, I was on the passenger seat, as the navigator. And Dave, as said before, was the driver.

“It shouldn’t take long.” I commented, staring at the GPS screen. “Around 1 hour at least.”

“Thank you. What about the weather?” Dave replied.

“Well it’s gonna be… you don’t give a shit, don’t you?” I didn’t notice his sarcasm.

“You two can solve your sexual tension in the tent later by the way.” Adam said, annoyed that we were still parked in our front yard.

Finally, Dave got the car moving and our trip officially began.

Being the driver, my bro/roommate (broomate?) was also in charge of the music, some indie rock junk but luckily we all kind of had the same tastes so it’s fine. Me and Adam got into a silly argument about a singer while Greg wanted to convince Dave that today’s music is all bad no matter what. He had some good points, but as usual we chose not to listen to him in the end.

According to the GPS we were halfway there and honestly it was all going well. Greg fell asleep (it was early morning after all) while the three of managed to stay awake. We were just casually chatting and making jokes, until I heard that familiar sound, a sound that you better get used to if you’re friend with Dave. However, much to both of our surprise, as we shared a puzzled look, it wasn’t him: it was Adam.

I turned around, and indeed it was him, just ripping a huge, almost Dave-like one, the sound kind of muffled by the seat, the fart rumbling through his cargo shorts. 

“Sorry guys.” Adam apologised. “The pizza we had last night is kind of messing with my stomach.

“Yours too?” Dave simply replied, with a cheesy grin, and leaned a bit, keeping his hands on the wheel.

Now THAT’S the sound I’m familiar with. It was like my bro took Adam’s rip as a challenge to prove who's the alpha so he made sure to up the game as he usually does. The rip echoed in the car and woke Greg up, who thought we were gonna crash. Dave’s alpha gas earned him an applause and our amused (and immature) laughters, even mine. Despite everything, despite the kink, one gotta admit that he got some mad skills. And while driving on a dirty road, nonetheless!

It didn’t take much for him to hot-box the car, so we promptly rolled our windows down to let some fresh air in. As far as my fetish goes, I too appreciated breathing some clean air after that short competition. We then all resumed talking as usual, and Greg, perhaps mad because we interrupted his nap, started once again ranting about modern music and singers.

—

It took a bit more than 1 hour, but in the end we got there alive and well. We got the stuff out of the car and I started setting up our camp, the “camp” being literally two tents, one opposite the other, and a small fire pit in the middle, which we’re gonna use to do some BBQ later. We allowed Dave to have a beer already ‘cause he’s been driving the whole morning so he deserved some rest.

“I was wondering…” Greg said, looking around, as if he just now noticed we were in the middle of the woods. “what if a hungry wild animal bumps into our camp?”

“Don’t be a pussy.” Adam simply commented, annoyed. “Animals are idiots. Just make some loud noise and they get scared as fuck.” 

Even though I was busy with the tent, I could sense Dave taking that as a cue, an opportunity, from which end I still didn’t know. My bro took one long sip of beer and stood between Adam and Greg, as if he was there to save the day.

“Better safe than sorry, right?” he said, staring right into the woods, and emitting a long, loud belch, which echoed all around us. Whether Adam’s theory was true or not it didn’t matter: anyone would be scared of hearing that, human or animal. A master air-bender from both ends, as usual.

He earned some very immature compliments from all of us and he was himself pretty proud of that. He even made a flock of birds fly away, like earthquakes do. Impressive indeed.

—

After a few hours of drinking, playing some sort of football for idiots, and just chilling, we finally got hungry.

To be more precise, we were starving, as we didn’t have breakfast, if we exclude a sandwich that we shared in the car.

Despite the pizza that Adam mentioned earlier, he was the one who fired up the BBQ first, being, as he put it, “the hungriest he’s ever been”. We all chose how we wanted our steaks cooked, knowing very well that our friend was gonna cook them all “well-made” anyway. 

“This fuckin’ fire.” we heard him hiss at the BBQ.

“You ok there?” Dave walked to him.

“The BBQ won’t start.”

“Maybe I can help.” 

He looked so serious, so professional, we truly believed him, but we shouldn’t have trusted him.

All he did was turn around and rip another one of his blasts through his camo cargo shorts, right next to the BBQ, like he was trying to use his fart to fuel the flame… and to be completely honest we did see some sparks here and there, but we couldn’t be 100% sure. Still, I wouldn’t mess with Dave’s talent so I chose not to say anything.

Either way, that wasn’t helpful at all, despite the fart lasting 12 seconds. He did make Adam mad though, with the risk of also making our steaks taste like, well, ass; so we all cleaned up the BBQ and started over just to be sure, we were all a bit tipsy anyway so we couldn’t even be mad (though we had all the rights to be).

In the end, we managed to have our steaks and sausages (I’ll spare you the very mature jokes we all made that afternoon) well-made, as predicted, despite Adam insisting that they were all perfectly cooked rare like we asked.

More hours passed and we did some more activities, even some hiking here and there around the woods, without going too far however, for laziness of all things, plus we were all drinking non-stop, as 75% of the car was probably stuffed with beers, and going to an adventure was the last thing we needed in these conditions.

We had another BBQ in the evening as we could finish our food, then just chilled around the fire pit sharing stories and half-drunk chatting about the most non-sense stuff, such as “What does light taste like?”.

In the end, we started to feel tired, and so we went to our tents: Greg and Adam had their own, while I shared mine with Dave.

—

In the tent we had no sleeping bags because it was a warm night, so we just laid down on some sheets and pillows and called it a day. The tent wasn’t big but we both of us fit nicely into it. We were lying next to each other, actually quite close of course, but Dave didn’t mind (and neither did I…). My broomate was still wearing his camo shorts, too tired to take them off, but was lying down shirtless, exposing his hairy chest and pecs. Again, Dave wasn’t an athlete, but he did sport a very nice body figure, which I certainly appreciated.

As I laid down next to him, checking some stuff on my phone, we heard Greg and Adam bickering like an old married couple in the other tent. We couldn’t fully understand what they were even talking about, but knowing Greg he was probably still rambling about today’s shitty music which, whether you disagree or not, at one point it gets tiring to hear the same thing over and over again.

But since I’m a hypocrite, this wasn’t true for Dave’s farts, which immediately made our tent shake. Instant boner.

To ease the blast out, my bro cocked his leg up, the one closer to me, showing off the loudness of his blast. The stench that engulfed me was pretty bad, as it tasted like the meat we had before, just rotten. The gallons of beer he chugged certainly acted as bonus fuel too.

7 long, loud and proud seconds and then once again silence.

“Looks like we’re gonna make some noise too.” he laughed, a bit tipsy from the alcohol but perfectly aware of his cruel teasing.

But I did laugh too, like the hopeless idiot I am.

I tried to focus on what I was reading, but next to Dave it was impossible let’s face it. The guy didn’t move but his leg was still up, and his ass wasn’t done talking.

A second fart erupted, very dry and (fittingly) meat-y sounding. Manly, basically.

I’m pretty sure Dave couldn’t smell his own raunchy farts, because there already was a sever lack of oxygen in that tent. And after the 8 seconds rip, he turned to me sporting his well-known cocky smirk.

“I’m just… you know…” he said, leaning a bit more on one side, fully pointing his ass at me. “…trying to scare wild animals.” 

And he made sure to scare me as well with a sudden loud rip. This time he was gonna tear a hole in those shorts I swear. That morning fart from hours before was nothing compared to the raw power I was witnessing. This third blast was however shorter (for his standards) than the ones before, ending at “merely” 5 seconds.

“Fuck.” I heard Adam say from the other side of our small camp. He sounded genuinely impressed. “How does Tim survive that?” he joked. Or maybe not.

“Yeah, Tim.” Dave turned again to me. “How do you do it?” he jokingly asked, with a smirk.

He then smiled, the smile of someone who knew he was brewing a big raunchy one. I heard his hand pushing me closer to his ass; I let him do it, as pretending to hate that was silly at this point.

My friend adjusted his position as my face got closer to his butt, and lifted his ass a bit… only to fully rest it on my face once I was under it. Despite everything, he wasn’t crushing me, as he was slightly leaning on one side, but believe me my nose was planted in his camo ass. Good thing Greg and Adam could hear us but not see us...

I went camping to hear the sounds of nature, and indeed what I heard right all over my face was the roar of a beast, so I guess it counts.

The fart was insanely big, one of his biggest ones yet, and made my head shake due to its power. The stench, which was already terrible due to his previous blasts, got even worse. As he ripped that monster fart, Dave cocked his leg up a bit more, once again to ease the fart out and also push my face deeper into his camo ass. He was having no mercy that night, as he made sure not a single particle of gas polluted the tent now, my face acting like a dam.

Silence followed that 16 seconds blast and I felt his ass bouncing on my face, a sign that Dave was laughing like an idiot. 

“Bro you ok?” he whispered, without moving however.

As I breathed all that gas in, I didn’t know what to say. It’s hard to get used to this, to Dave being such an alpha but also ridiculously chill about my kink.

“Tim you ok there?” Adam shouted from his tent, laughing at my (to him) terrible situation. The fact that they could hear Dave’s farts so clearly from there was yet another proof of my friend’s insane skills.

“Hold up, let me just…” he said, as he adjusted his position.

He then fully lifted one leg, kind of letting me go, but that didn’t mean he was done. I didn't move in fact, and kept lying there, closely inspecting Dave’s camo ass. And indeed sound came out of it… or rather, “came in”. He was sucking air in, supposedly brewing a massive one. I sometimes forget that Dave can fart on command; he rarely does it, not that he needs to anyway.

But when he does, it's like going beyond his own limits.

“This one’s gonna melt your skin off, dude.” he laughed. “I hope the tent doesn’t explode."

I could barely hear him over the sounds of the air going into his camo ass, but I guess he was truly saving the best and biggest for last. I was shaking, as I said I’ll never get used to it. He closed his eyes to force some last bits of air in. He was done.

He then looked at me and winked.

For an instant I’m pretty sure I went deaf and blind, as if a flasbang blew up right in front of my face. I quickly got snapped back to reality, my face right in front of my friend’s camo ass erupting one of the loudest farts I’ve ever heard, period. The roar of a beast, a beast forcing me to bow in front of it, and inhale all of the stench. 

Dave was truly the alpha, there’s really no other ways to say it, and I was more than happy to have a chill friend like him blasting me, once again realizing how lucky I was, ‘cause Dave got it all.

The fart kept going strong and made me sweat, my bro now just casually holding my head still, not that I was wanted to go anywhere anyway. 15 seconds and the beast was till roaring, with Dave spreading his long legs wide to make the sound even louder and the rip somehow even more powerful.

I feared that the tent was gonna turn into a hot-air balloon because of the amount of gas coming out of his ass.

10 more seconds and the beast finally went dormant. Almost 30 seconds in total. It was too much even for me.

I simply leaped again on Dave’s side and laid down before he could say anything, the fart still echoing inside my ears. Dave did the same and just turned to me, making fun of me with that stupid smirk.

“Nature’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he joked.

“Fuck off.” I said again, this time unable to hide my idiot laughter.

Dave simply punched me on the side in response.

“I’ve never seen a tent inside a tent.” he then said.

Took me a moment to realize, but yes, I pitched a pretty big tent in my sweatpants, but I can’t be blamed because I was sharing the tent with a fart master.

My bro simply turned his back to me, and went to sleep, muttering “My work here is done.”, not caring at all about my boner, ‘cause after all he knew about my fart kink, and the fact the got nothing out of all this was insane. 

I tried to fall asleep as well, hoping to “get rid” of that boner tomorrow morning, before anyone could wake up. Despite my bro’s farts, Adam and Greg also managed to fall sleep eventually, and I finally heard them, the sounds of nature, the wind, the trees dancing to the breeze… and Dave snoring right next to me.

End of Episode 20

#fart story #eproctophilia #fart kink #davefarts2 #malefarts #gay farts

[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 here

Word count: 7.4k

I should add that there are a lot of time jumps which I typically break with ✨✨✨ this emoji but it’s used for time jumps too. This is laid out differently because originally it was like a bunch of smaller chapters. This part contains the first 3 chapters.

This will have MULTIPLE parts so I’ll update my master list so they can all be found. Reader is a member of the BAU.

Warnings: cursing, some fictional cases that I totally make up from random bits of the show, talks of drinking. No smut yet. Slow burn friends to lovers fic

You took a deep breath as you walked up the large concrete steps of the Training Academy, your new place of employment. You'd been assigned to the BAU right out of college per the recommendations of your professors and a few strings pulled by someone from your past— Erin Strauss. She'd called you in weeks before graduation to talk to you about an incredible opportunity, one you wouldn't be able to pass up if you tried.

"Now you understand that this is a demanding job, right? You'll be on the road often," you tried not to let your excitement show as she offered you the dream of a lifetime.

"I don't exactly have any family I'm leaving behind, ma'am."

Her eyes softened as she scanned your features. You knew it was because you reminded her of the man she once loved more than anything—your father. You knew your presence was difficult for her, you were a painful memento of the man she left behind, her biggest regret. You wondered if the job opportunity was her way of making things right in her own way—you deserved the job, but her guilty conscience and your ability to learn quickly had made for the perfect set of circumstances for you.

"I know that. I know you can handle it. Forgive me, but I still worry about you."

She was cold, but something about you melted her; she'd always had a soft spot for you, but this was different, almost maternal.

"I appreciate that ma'am. You're the closest thing to family I have left. I won't let you down."

She shook her head, brushing her hair back behind her ears as she leaned forward.

"I know you won't. You're going to do great things. I just know it."

You found yourself nervous as you stepped into the large office area, eyes frantically searching for your superior. You'd met him once before, although you doubted he remembered. It had been early in his career, and you were young. You would understand if he didn't recognize you, but you'd never dare tell him who you were if he didn't already know.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for SSA Hotchner," you stopped the first person you saw, a young guy, maybe a little older than you, with a head full of brown hair and a purple tie.

"His office is at the top of the steps. You must be Y/n," he offered a small wave instead of a handshake, so you smiled back at him.

"You must be Dr. Reid. I've heard a lot about you."

His lips turned up in a smile before he spoke again.

"Spencer. We have the same IQ."

You couldn't help but laugh because that was the first thing Strauss had told you about him.

"But you have more degrees. I'm down by one," you'd double majored, which was stressful, but you'd received an abundance of grants and scholarships due to your achievements before college, so you dedicated your entire college experience to learning as much as you could. In the end, it was what had made you stand out among your classmates. You'd received a plethora of awards at graduation, the highest honors possible, going above and beyond what was required of you. You'd been published in the same Psychology journal as Dr. Reid once before, and you'd framed every copy you could find.

"I read your article. Your theories on substance abuse linked to childhood trauma make a lot of sense scientifically. I know you were coming from a more personal perspective because of your mom, but childhood trauma actually damages the brain, altering the actual influence it has over the human body."

You cleared your throat at the mention of your mother and checked to make sure no one else was listening.

"No one else has read that, right? Just you? Would you do me a favor and maybe not mention my parents around the others? It's just— it's a lot to explain—"

He put his hands up to stop you and nodded his head in understanding.

"I get it. I don't think anyone else read it, but I'd never say anything like that in front of people. But if you ever want to talk about it, I feel like now that you're in the BAU, we could learn a lot from you, since you've been there firsthand. I just want you to know, you're not alone. I've been there too."

It came out almost as a whisper, and you realized you made your first friend more easily than anticipated. You already had a bond, something that distinguished the two of you from everyone else. You'd seen Hell and conquered it.

"It's not so easy for me to talk about, but I'll keep it in mind. I'm pretty early, what are you doing here already?"

You changed the subject, hoping he'd get the hint. He did, shooting you a sympathetic look.

"I was up already. Let me introduce you to Hotch. He was really excited about you joining the team. Thought we'd make a good pair," he said the last part enthusiastically, and you had no doubt that you and the Doctor would be a good team.

"He's right. I was so nervous when I walked in but you helped that a lot. Thank you, Spencer." You stood outside of your Superior's door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

"Good luck. I'll see you on the jet," he descended the steps at the same time that Agent Hotchner told you to come in.

He was more handsome than you remembered.

You noticed he was missing his wedding ring now—you wondered what happened. He stood up, coming around his big desk to shake your hand.

"Agent Y/l/n, good to finally meet you."

You were taken aback by his deep, neutral toned voice, it rumbled through you and made your brain go white hot.

"It's good to be here. I'm excited to have the opportunity."

He studied you for a moment as he invited you to sit down, his hands clasped together on his desk.

"I can't help thinking that I know you," he said after a moment, and you tried to put on a poker face; you weren't sure you wanted him to remember you.

"I've been in DC a while. I'm sure we've ran into each other before."

He nodded, going over your paperwork in front of him.

"We're leaving in an hour to consult on a case in Tennessee. Can you be ready by then?"

You nodded, because you'd came prepared. There was a go bag already packed in your car, per Strauss's suggestion.

"Perfect. I'll let you find a desk and introduce yourself. I'll see you on the jet."

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"Y/n is onto something, I think the counselor knows more than he's telling us," Spencer said, going over his witness statements once more. It had been a long day, and it faded into night quickly. You were at the hotel, Spencer and Hotch standing in front of you.

"First thing in the morning, you two go check him out at work. We need to try to get a little sleep," Hotch reasoned, and you nodded in agreement. You were exhausted; you'd been going all day long with no signs of stopping. They'd showed up at nearly the same time, and you three had been bouncing theories off one another for half an hour.

"I'll be ready by 7," you told Spencer, and he nodded before he let himself out and headed to his own room. Hotch stayed behind for a moment.

"You did really good work today."

That was all he'd said, so you patted yourself on the back before heading to bed yourself.

The next morning, Spencer knocked lightly, waiting for you on the other side of the door.

"We'll say we're just doing a follow up interview, see what details about his private life we can get," Spencer already had a plan.

"You should do the talking. He doesn't take women seriously," you'd noticed it the day before when his secretary made a comment and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He'd been short and rude with you and JJ, which was why you had doubts about him in the first place. He didn't like that you were meddling.

"Good idea. I could tell how annoyed he was when JJ corrected him," the address for his office wasn't far, so you drove. Spencer actually handed you the keys and let you take the wheel.

"So what happened with Hotch? He used to be married," Spencer's face fell before he explained Haley's tragic death and their divorce months prior. It happened nearly two years before, but he obviously still carried the weight of her lord.

"How did you know he was married?" He asked finally, but you didn't have time to answer because you'd arrived at your destination.

The first thing that you noticed was how he seemed shakier than he was the day before; when he led you to his office, he was nervous, agitated.

You took in your surroundings and almost immediately made a connection, looking at a framed piece of artwork on the wall. You noticed the signature belonged to one of the other victims who'd been an artist.

"You didn't tell us that you knew both victims," you said suddenly, making him clear his throat for a third time since he'd started talking to Spencer.

"I uh, didn't think it was important. I bought art from her occasionally."

The signature was the same on all the art; the first victim had been Dr. Trent's running partner, which made him the number one suspect now that you knew he was the only survivor. It made no sense for the unsub to leave him alive, that wasn't a part of his method.

"So what I knew them both? You can't prove anything," he defended, which made you turn sharply on your heel, looking back at him.

"We're going to have to ask you to come with us," Spencer said firmly, the handcuffs on his waist clinking together as he retrieved them.

"Did you know I asked her out, bought her stupid artwork, and she still wouldn't date me?! As far as I'm concerned, she had it coming! She loved Stan, who couldn't even run half a mile without gasping for air! They got what was fair!" Spencer cuffed him as he made his confession, easier than you'd anticipated. You stepped aside to call Hotch.

"We got a confession. We're bringing him in," you told him, and you were met with silence on the other end.

"You've only been gone twenty minutes."

"It didn't take much. We'll see you at the station," you couldn't help but feel a tiny bit proud of being the crucial part of solving the case. You wished you had a family to call and tell about it.

"Nice work. We'll see you there."

Dr. Trent was chatty, giving you both all the grave details on the ride in. You led him into the precinct, watching the other officers talk amongst themselves about how you all had been able to crack the case so swiftly.

You were back at the hotel within the hour, grounded for the night due to some uncertain weather. It was sleeting outside, ice particles slapping against your window. You'd just showered and gotten changed when there was a knock at the door.

"Spencer says you're the one who found the missing pieces. The artwork, the confession, he gave you all the credit."

Hotch was staring back at you, baffled as to how you'd managed to do it.

"Every time you asked him about his running partner, his jaw would clench for half a second. I barely saw it. Thought it was coincidence until it happened three times."

He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame.

"I missed it."

He sounded partly amused, like he still couldn't believe it.

"It was easy to miss. I've seen it before."

He nodded, gesturing towards the hall.

"We're getting dinner down the street if you want to ride with me. It's sleeting too hard to walk," you opened the door the rest of the way, slipping on your coat and shoes before grabbing your key. You could feel his watchful gaze on you as you maneuvered around the room, his eyes darting away when you joined him again.

"I bet there's snow by morning," he stopped in the hall to take a look out the big bay window. You took a moment to admire all of his great features, the curve of his jaw, his nose, perfectly framing his face. He'd always been handsome but age had treated him well. His voice was stern but smooth, and it made you powerless.

"Think we'll be stuck for more than a day?"

"It's a good possibility," he confirmed, pressing the button for the elevator while you waited. You were cursing yourself silently for letting his attractiveness make your judgement cloudy, but you couldn't help it. Everything about him made you want to know more, from his firm body to what was going on in his mind.

"Gives me time to finish my report before we get back," you had just made it to the lobby, Derek and Spencer already waiting for you. Rossi and JJ were the only missing ones.

"I hope they hurry, I'm starving," Derek complained, earning an eye roll from Spencer. He made his way to stand next to you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He made small talk until the elevator dinged and everyone else joined you, and then you were on your way. You climbed into the passengers seat and realized you were the only one riding with him, everyone else had climbed into the other SUV.

"Try to relax a little tonight. You've earned it. Everyone is impressed with you," it made you happy to hear, a little more like an actual member of the team.

"I know everyone else has been with the team a while. Having someone new means big expectations," you'd been worried about feeling like you fit in among a group of established friends, but they'd been so welcoming that your worries had eased significantly.

"You're doing just fine. Don't worry."

You arrived at the restaurant, sitting between Hotch and JJ, who leaned in quickly when she saw Hotch was distracted with Rossi.

"Do you two know each other?"

You shook your head, raising an eyebrow at her questionably. Her own eyes bounced between the two of you before she continued, her hands covering her mouth as if she were telling a secret.

"He just warmed up to you really quick is all," she wasn't entirely convinced, but you weren't going to explain any further. Spencer saved the day, asking JJ a question across the table, giving you something new to chat about. You noticed Hotch's stare on you multiple times as you talked, but you didn't think much of it. You wanted to blush beneath his gaze, and there were occasions when you felt the heat in your cheeks. By the time dinner arrived, you weren't sure what to think about his attention.

"So, Y/n, are you seeing anyone?"

Derek always had a question for you, curious as to what he could find out about you. You shook your head before explaining that you'd been focused on school and didn't have time to date.

"You sound like Reid," Derek teased, but you shrugged in response, sipping your wine.

"I was a busy girl. I just didn't want to waste my time on something that wasn't going to last after graduation."

"Smart," Hotch said softly, smirking behind his glass at you.

"Well that all changes now that you're a hotshot," Derek joked, and you rolled your eyes dramatically before finishing your dinner. You weren't exactly looking for a relationship, and now that you were a part of the BAU, it seemed like a thing of the past, being close to someone. You'd been looking for a distraction to keep you busy, and traveling nonstop was the perfect tool for combating the loneliness. You were surrounded by some of the brightest minds on the planet as far as you were concerned, and you couldn't wait to see what life looked like as a part of the team.

The following day, you were grounded, as Hotch predicted. JJ and Emily invited you out for brunch, and then it unanimously became a group activity when everyone was in the lobby at your agreed upon meeting time.

"I hope everyone is ready for bottomless mimosas. We're off the clock," Emily whooped, and you piled into an SUV with Reid, JJ and Emily, who was turning in the passengers seat to look at you.

"Okay, spill it. What's the deal with you and Hotch? He's got like, puppy dog eyes when he looks at you," she made a face and you giggled softly, shrugging your shoulders.

"I don't know if I should say anything. We've met before. I was fifteen, so I doubt he remembers me, but I'm sure he's trying to."

You recalled the day you met him like it had just happened. It had been ten years ago, and you were begging anyone who would listen to get you out of the situation you were in. It wasn't until he was called back to profile your mother that he'd believed you, offering a sincere apology and a sad goodbye. He'd felt for you, and it was obvious in the way he came to your school just to check on you the day after everything transpired, to make sure you were settling in okay in a new place.

"He's acting weird, I noticed it too," Spencer agreed, and you weren't sure what could be causing him to act out of character. He had no reason to feel bad anymore; it was a long time ago, and truth be told, your story was a hard one to believe. It had seemed too theatrical for him, you saw it in his eyes when you pleaded with him to listen to you. He wanted to believe you, but without any evidence, he couldn't. It wasn't until a Social Service worker was alerted about your situation that anyone took you seriously. For the first time in your life, you had a voice, and you fucking used it to tell your story.

Hotch was asked for a private consult by the local authorities and he came, interviewed you and your mother, and then he left again. He was the first adult you trusted, but he was still fresh in his career. You didn't blame him. He wasn't the only one who didn't listen.

"So what happened when you were fifteen?"

Emily knew you didn't want to talk about it, but you just told her that he worked a case you were involved in and you left it at that. She nodded, knowing there was more that you'd share when you were ready.

"Do you not want him to remember you?" JJ asked from the drivers seat as she pulled in next to Hotch, Derek and Rossi.

"Not like that. I don't want him to think I'm a victim."

The car fell silent so you stepped out, everyone else following your lead. JJ put a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you gave her a soft smile in return. They were only curious, but you had nothing to compare Hotch's normal behavior to how he was acting now, all you knew was that everyone had noticed a change.

"They can get kind of rowdy," Hotch told you, at your side before you could blink. He spoke to the hostess and when it came time to choose a seat, he'd already offered you the chair next to him. You decided it was too early in the day for you to be drinking, so when the mimosas were passed around, you, Hotch and Reid all politely declined. You opted for coffee instead, excited to try breakfast at a new place. You scanned the menu and Hotch did the same, occasionally stealing a glance at you from behind his menu.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, and you shrugged before pointing to something called simply 'The Special' which was a little bit of everything, and it sounded delicious.

"What are you getting?" He pointed to the steak and egg combo, and you weren't surprised that he'd be eating a ribeye at 11 in the morning.

"What do you have planned for the rest of the day?" Everyone else was lost in a group discussion and Hotch was sneaking behind his menu to talk to you like the two of you were school children.

"I was just going to finish up some work," he sat down his menu, shaking his head.

"We're grounded, off the clock. Please don't spend it shut off in your hotel room. There's always time on the jet for reports. Try to enjoy yourself a little. I'm sure the girls could use you as a good influence today," he chuckled, nodding towards Emily who was already on her second glass.

"If I drink this early in the day, I'll be trashed. The last thing I need to do is embarrass myself," you muttered, his eyebrow raised questionably at you.

"You don't strike me as a drunken party girl," there was the faintest smirk on his lips while you tried to backpedal.

"I just—I can get kind of honest when I drink," what you were trying to say was, you had no filter and you surely wouldn't be able to stop yourself from openly flirting with him if given the chance.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," he told you, and you shrugged, knowing some thoughts should be kept a secret.

"I'd like to keep my sober thoughts private for now," you joked back before ordering your food. JJ hadn't stopped staring at the exchange between the two of you, a sly grin on her lips as she winked at you from across the table. You thought you'd been subtle, but the whole chatting behind the menu trick had proven itself faulty because she was onto you. You knew you could only avoid their questions for so much longer—then the fun would really begin.

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Adjusting to the BAU took very little effort. After a few weeks, you easily fell into routine with the rest of them. Hotch had silently made you his partner after he saw what an asset you were to the team, and no one questioned it. He paired you up with him for nearly everything, always asking for your opinion or input. A level of trust had been established and the two of you often did reports together either in his office after everyone had left or in your hotel rooms while everyone else was out partying. It wasn't uncommon for him to wander to your room, pen and folders in hand, or vice versa.

He'd sit on one side of the bed and you on the other, silently working together to finish what needed to be done. It was just easier if you did it as a team, and he didn't mind the help. It meant he could go straight home to Jack when you landed.

On this night in particular, everyone else was in their rooms while the two of you worked to build a profile. He was pacing, snowballing ideas at you while you wrote furiously, putting the pieces together.

"Sharp blows to the head, ligature marks. I can't charm my victims, I can't over power them. I'm guessing he has some sort of disadvantage, like being physically smaller or under average weight," you suggested, and he nodded, his hands on his hips.

"Being small would make sense. Blow to the head will knock anyone out no matter what size you are."

You then had a shocking realization that it wasn't a man at all.

"It's a woman. Think about it, all of the victims had been cheating on their wives. It's a mistress, or an ex. Someone who's been scorned. The letters said 'We were insignificant,' talking about the women being cheated on. Why use the term we if you're not putting yourself in the same category?"

The lightbulb clicked for him seconds later as the two of you worked tirelessly to revise the profile now that you knew the unsub was a woman. By the time everyone else was awake and in the lobby at your meeting time, you and Hotch were already downstairs, chomping at the bit to deliver the new profile and narrow down the parameters.

"We'll need an entirely new perspective on suspects. Reid and Emily will work on the geographic profile, Dave and Morgan will revisit the first crime scene to canvas with our new information. Y/n and I will talk to the wives of the deceased and see if they knew anything about the mistresses."

You all went your separate ways, with Hotch behind the wheel. The two of you were up all night, so his first stop was a coffee shop.

"I figured we could use it considering we were working all night. We can't make a habit of that, you know. It's bad enough that I do it," he was hinting that you should've gotten sleep when everyone else did last night instead of staying up to help him.

"I wasn't going to be able to sleep until we caught a break," you told him, and he nodded in understanding. His mind worked and operated in the same way, often restless when there was still work to be done.

"In that case, I'm glad you can keep me company. It's a lot easier working with you than on my own," he admitted, and you felt your stomach do flips at the fact that he enjoyed having you around.

"We work pretty well together."

He smirked slightly as he handed you your coffee, his fingertips lightly brushing yours during the exchange.

"You have surpassed every expectation I had for you. I'm glad you're a part of this team."

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By the time afternoon rolled around, you had a viable suspect and you were on your way to her apartment, back up close behind. Reid and Emily would be arriving shortly after you, but you weren't too worried. Her apartment was quiet, so the two of you proceeded with caution.

"Living room's clear," Hotch called, and just as you were about to say the same for the bedroom, there was a crash behind you as your unsub tried to take you out from behind, like her previous victims. You'd narrowly missed her, kicking her legs so she lost her footing and fell to the ground. She was about to throw a punch from below you that you managed to dodge before pinning her down.

"Don't even think about it," you growled as she resisted you, but you managed to get her cuffed and stood her up before Hotch rounded the corner.

"You alright?"

His eyes quickly scanned your body as you nodded, gesturing to the woman next to you.

"She tried to knock me out."

The two of you led her outside to the rest of the team and local PD, where she sat in the back of a cop car before being driven away. You took a second to regroup now that you were finished with the case.

"We'll fly out at 8 am sharp tomorrow, so everyone meet in the lobby by 7. As far as I'm concerned, you've all earned a night off," he looked to you briefly, the same exhausted look in his eyes. You knew the girls would all invite you out with them, but your plans involved dinner and bed, in that order.

"Let's all grab a drink at least," Morgan said to Hotch, who thought for a moment before nodding back at him. You were all going to meet at the hotel bar and have dinner and a drink before parting ways for the evening. You rode back in the SUV with Hotch, who couldn't seem to keep his eyes on the road. They darted towards you every spare moment he got, making you feel a bit insecure under the scrutiny of his gaze.

"Is it the coffee shop on 14th Avenue? Is that where I know you?"

You were a bit surprised that he didn't remember you given his knowledge of previous cases was extensive. You shook your head, a teasing smile on your lips as you bit your tongue.

"You really don't remember, do you?"

He nearly stopped in the middle of the road, but he caught himself, clearing his throat before he spoke again.

"So we have met before."

You weren't ready to explain to him why he couldn't figure it out. You wanted to leave it for a bit longer, give him time to really think about it before you spilled your safe kept secret.

"I'll make you a deal. If you don't remember by the end of the month, I'll tell you."

You had nearly two weeks for him to come to realization on his own or you'd fill him in. You were hoping he'd have a moment where it clicked and he'd drop it entirely when he did remember so you didn't have to relive that experience. You were dreading the day you'd have to tell him the truth.

"I can't help but feel like there's a reason you aren't telling me now." His curiosity was getting the best of him, but you were saved, pulling into the hotel parking lot.

"You'll remember. I have faith in you," you winked at him, hearing his low chuckle that came shortly after. You knew he wasn't sure how to take your playful nature at times, considering he was the polar opposite. That's partly why you made such a great team; you were balanced in ways you'd never dreamed of being with another person. Where you fell short, he picked up the slack.

"We'll see. Let's get you something to eat so you can go to bed."

Dinner was mostly uneventful, and when you finally crawled into bed, you felt more relief than you ever thought possible. You set an alarm just in case, but you ended up waking up around midnight anyway, bright eyed and full of life. You took a shower, hearing the person on the opposite wall doing the same thing. You got out first, drying off and dressing in something more comfortable. You'd fallen asleep in jeans, and you woke up partly because they were so uncomfortable.

You'd just sat down to finish your reports, a cup of coffee cooling in a mug when a knock came at the door. You assumed it was Hotch because you weren't sure who else it would be, but you were met with Spencer instead.

"Spence, what's up?"

His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he shrugged awkwardly as he struggled with what to say. His eyes told a sad story, something you feared you'd have to answer questions about because he'd been snooping.

"I uh, I wanted to talk to you about something. I just don't want to make you mad," he explained, so you invited him in after making sure he was the only person in the hall.

"What is it?"

He took a seat at the table and invited you to sit across from him, his hands fidgety as he avoided your eyes.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, but I know how you and Hotch know each other."

Your heart sank to your stomach as you processed his words, knowing that Hotch wouldn't be the only one to know about your past when it was all said and done.

"It's public record, Spence. I wouldn't be mad about that. You said you've been there too, so you can understand why I don't want everyone knowing."

Although it was before anyone but Hotch was in the BAU, you didn't want your personal business aired out for the entire team to hear.

"Are you okay? I read the case file and I almost didn't believe it. What she did to you, it was—"

You put your hands up to stop him because the last thing you wanted to talk about was your mother. It held a tremendous amount of trauma for you and it was best to avoid the topic at all costs.

"I'm fine. It was a long time ago. I know if I need anything, there's always a Doctor close by," you smiled at him, making him grin back at you in return. He was concerned and he had every right to be, but unless it affected your ability to perform, you didn't want to speak about it.

"I'll let you work, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I'm here for you."

You knew he didn't do hugs, so you gave him a quick fist bump before he showed himself out. You decided to make a walk to the vending machine, colliding directly into Hotch as you rounded the corner. You walked right into him, more shocked to see him standing there than anything. His arms reached out to steady you before he took in your attire; you were just in a t-shirt and shorts, but his eyes traveled up your body like he'd never seen anything quite like you before.

"Sorry, I didn't realize our snack schedules are in sync too," you told him as he gave you a genuine smile, his fingertips lingering on your shoulder, brushing a stray strand of hair back over your shoulder.

"I woke up in the mood to work," he said simply and you nodded as he made his choice and stepped aside so you could too. He stood and waited with you so he could walk you back to your room, standing outside of the door.

"I'm working too if you want to come over," you told him, and he nodded before going to retrieve his things, spending yet another night in your bed, a pen scribbling furiously in his hand. You managed to finish up around 5 AM, the two of you opting to drink coffee and stay awake.

"Will you at least give me a hint?" He was laying on his side, facing you on the bed as you laid flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You turned to look at him, scrunching your face up in indecision before giving him one tiny detail.

"Foster High School."

He sat thoughtful for a moment but eventually drew a blank, sighing heavily as he closed his eyes.

"It's driving me crazy. I just can't believe I could forget a face like yours," he blushed like mad, but you felt a smile creeping onto your face at how smooth your demanding boss could be.

"Well, I certainly couldn't forget you. I always wondered where you ended up. I knew you'd be doing something spectacular."

His face only grew more red as he took you in, from your feet to your face, his eyes trailed over every inch of you.

"I don't even know where Foster High School is," he groaned, and you giggled lightly, standing up so you could stretch out. You were feeling the weight of exhaustion, and so was he. His eyes were dimmed red, but they were glued to you.

"You'll remember. Promise me you won't ask Garcia, I want you to remember on your own," he rolled his eyes playfully before agreeing, standing up to head towards the door.

"Ride with me to the airstrip?"

You nodded and he was out the door, off to get ready to fly home.

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"I love Halloween!" Spencer was passing out treat bags around the bullpen, making sure you got one as he handed them out. He even went to give one to Hotch, who wasn't exactly excited that we were having a Halloween Bash at Rossi's the following night, but he was trying to be.

"You all got your costumes?"

You and Emily exchanged a look before nodding, because you, Emily and Penelope had a perfect group costume that involved leather and feathered wings, something you'd been planning for weeks.

"Oh we've got them," you said, a cocky grin spread out on your face. When you'd tried them on, the three of you had looked incredible and that was without hair and makeup. JJ and Will were doing a costume together, so the three of you quickly set to work on a trio costume.

"Who wants to bet that Hotch doesn't dress up?" His office door was closed but you could see him on the phone through the blinds. Rossi had intended for everyone to crash at his place after so no one had to drive, and you wondered if he'd stick around too. It had been almost two weeks and he was nowhere closer to figuring out where he knew you, so you planned to tell him soon.

That night at Emily's getting ready, you couldn't help but feel good. The three of you made a stunning group and even though Penelope was the only one who decided to wear wings, it was obvious that you were Charlie's Angels.

"We look HOT!" Penelope cheered as you rallied into her car, blasting music as you made the drive to Rossi's. Everyone else was already there, the garden lit up purple to match the evening festivities. Spencer was Frankenstein's Monster, you could see his mask as you were walking in. Hotch had certainly dressed up, that was for sure. He wore a silky black dress shirt, no tie, and black slacks, the combination striking with his eyes. He was the first to catch your gaze lingering on him, his own eyes raking you in as you approached him and Rossi.

"Ah, the Angels," Dave remarked, handing the three of you a drink. Hotch refilled his glass, his eyes lingering on your chest long enough for your face to heat up.

"You guys win best costume," he told you, and you swore you saw him wink at you when Rossi wasn't looking.

"I like your costume too," you smirked, and he made a face before leading you away from the crowd.

"I was hoping you'd tell me tonight," he purred, his voice dangerously low and sexier than he intended.

"Let me have another drink and I'll think about it."

He nodded, eyeing your glass.

"I can give you a ride home later if you want, I just assumed you didn't drive," he offered, and you nodded, telling him to let you know when he was ready to leave. You'd never pass up the opportunity to have him alone, even for a little bit.

"Go have fun. We'll hang out later," he promised you, so you went to enjoy the party with your friends.

Hotch found you a few hours later so you said your goodbyes, happy to be going somewhere you could take off your heels. You'd no sooner climbed into Hotch's car when he was taking you by surprise.

"Want to come back to my place? You can change into something of mine," he offered, and you gave him a small nod, because you'd never been to his house before and the idea of it thrilled you.

"You sure you don't mind?"

He shook his head, taking off in the direction of his place.

"You're good company."

A few minutes later and you were in his clothes, clutching a glass as he set to work on playing music, his record player spinning a Beatles album. You sat at the kitchen table but he offered you his hand, helping you to stand. It took you a minute to realize what he was doing when his hand met your waist and he started to rock back and forth with you.

"You didn't dance with me once all night. I wanted to make up for it," he said simply, twirling you around the kitchen. He was a really good dancer, you let him take the lead and he whisked you around, making you giggle lightly.

"I would've asked but you didn't strike me as the dancing type. Now I know I was wrong. You can be my dancing partner any time," you told him, watching his cheeks go pink as he beamed from ear to ear.

"Ready to tell me how we know each other?" Your head was on his chest and for now you were just enjoying the moment, wrapped up in him.

"In a minute," you assured him as the song changed, but neither of you stopped swaying; he kept dancing slow with you despite the quickened pace of the song. You were enjoying just being close to him, and he didn't bother moving either.

You leaned back to look at him, knowing everything would change after today. If Hotch told anyone, it would snowball out of control, and everyone would know in a matter of days.

"You profiled my mom. I bet you remember her," you said sadly, because who could forget someone so horrific? You often wondered how he slept after she so easily described every heinous thing she'd done to you, to the missing children in the surrounding towns. You'd seen them all come, but they never got to leave.

"Your mom? Let's sit on the couch," he poured another drink, his mind reeling. He offered you one that you took gratefully, following behind him to the living room. You were close, sat in the middle, but there was still some space between the two of you.

"Her name is Vivian Hall. I took my foster family's name after about 6 months. I kept getting her—her fan mail," it was a collection of disturbing men, all wanting a chance to be loved by your cruel mother, who'd never loved anything in her life.

"Wait a second," you could practically see the gears turning as he put the pieces together, his eyes wide with shock as he stared back at you.

"I don't know how I ever forgot," he said softly, a sullen look on his face. You drained your glass, staring into your lap. You thought you might've been imagining his hand reaching for yours, but it wrapped tightly around your palm, squeezing ever so gently.

"I always wondered what you'd do, who you'd become. Look at you now," he mused, his tone much more easy going than you'd ever heard him. He must've been drunk, that had to be it. He was being entirely too nice and it was blurring your judgment by the second.

"I take it you remember me now," you whispered, capturing his gaze momentarily as he nodded back at you before letting go of your hand. It was as if he remembered you were still his subordinate and touching you might make you something more.

"You're crazy if you think I could forget. I couldn't get your face out of my mind for months. I—I didn't listen to you and I should have. I'm sorry for that," he sputtered, his eyes filled with guilt. That was something you were trying desperately to avoid—it was a hard tale for anyone to believe until you gave them the proof they needed.

"You don't have to apologize, Hotch. It was a really long time ago. It's still hard for me to believe. I can only imagine what you thought."

It had been ten years since you'd willingly given anyone information about what happened that day, but you felt safe on his couch for the first time in a long while.

"I knew those kids were missing. But I never would've suspected Vivian. She was so—"

"Normal?"

He nodded, and you sighed, because she'd been more than normal, she was upstanding. She held awards from the Mayor for her outstanding achievements, and she would've been the last one anybody thought could do something so evil and vile.

"No one listened to me until I gave them the photos. Don't feel bad. I didn't have proof for the first three, and that my fault for not thinking sooner, but the other 5...I knew I'd need something because it was already so hard to believe."

He sat straight up, blinking at you as he tried to figure out what he could say that would make everything better.

"None of that was your fault, Y/n. You tried to tell anyone who would listen. Every single adult you trusted failed you. You did everything right and you got her caught."

You stood to your feet, running a frantic hand through your hair as you fought the demons of the past, still lingering around every corner if you thought about it too long.

"8 kids, Hotch! There was so much evidence that pointed straight to her," he was standing too, wrapping his strong arms around you to keep you still, his hand placed firmly at the small of your back.

"I know. I know."

There was nothing left for you to say—he knew now, and things would change forever.

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[shadowetienne]

Continuing my tripping and falling into following Pentagon closely several years late, thanks this time to more recommendations from @jinhogwarts (I hope that you don’t mind me continuing to do these as posts, it’s helping me track my enjoyment of their music):

@shadowetienne alright i'm up!! i'll try to give recommendations i think you'll like, sorry if i repeat something you already know or been recommended haha. more rockish songs - spring snow, dr. bebe, basquiat, one shot, spectacular, skateboard, lost paradise, their very good performance from road to kingdom, that's me, call my name, and their unit song (yuto kino wooseok) cerberus. not recommending daisy because i saw you already said you love it :)

@shadowetienne ran out of space lol so more ballad-y/vocal based songs: sparkling night, boy in time (hui solo), beautiful goodbye, nostalgia, someday (jinho x hui duet), camellia, til..., when it rains in night, off-road, nothing i can do, think about you, violet, stay, it's over, when i was in love, to universe, thank you (jinho x hui duet), pentagon, you are. also highly recommend looking up hui's solo songs from the show "breakers", especially navigation and for you

Please let me know which specific Road to Kingdom performance I should be looking for if I missed it! Putting this behind a cut because this got long:

Spring Snow

already reviewed here: https://at.tumblr.com/shadowetienne/more-pentagon-songs-thoughts-as-i-apparently-fall/1mb3h8oqxh7p (I love this song though, so you nailed it on the recommendation front.)

Dr. Bebe

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I’m more likely to be already familiar with their title tracks, but I really like Dr. Bebe! It’s sort of in the same genre of their songs as Daisy in my head (and my best friend’s favorite Pentagon song, so I hear it pretty often). Excellent chorus!

Basquiat

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

This is incredible! I love the anthemic with harmonies thing they’ve got going on here. And the part where almost all the background drops out is flawless! Yes more of this please! I’d never heard this before, so I’ve been missing out for like 2 years. Only thing about this song I don’t like is the lack of Yannan.

One Shot

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

This was while Hui was doing his military service yes? I’m feeling the lack of his voice in this song, but I still like it a lot. Interesting use of call and response throughout. They created a really interesting audioscape with this.

Spectacular

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I’m torn on this one. We’ve hit another, rap brings it down one for me, especially because what I’ve been discovering is that E’dawn’s style is not for me (I kind of already knew this prior to this deep dive). I love Hui’s parts especially, and all of my vocal set that I’ve apparently latched on to (Hui, Yannan, Yeo One, Hongseok). But the rap sections kind of lower my enjoyment of the song.

Skateboard

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

There are parts of this I like OK, but I think that it’s just not my mix of background sounds. It’s catchy. I like Hui, Hongseok, and Yeo One’s voices a lot (we’ve established this). It’s also missing Yannan in songs hours apparently.

Lost Paradise

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I appreciate this for what it is, really like Hui’s parts. I’m not sure how I feel about the vocal quality that Wooseok is using here. This is a place where I appreciate Yuto’s rapping more. I think that it’s not quite my singing/rapping balance. It’s an interesting song though. I almost really like it. The low chanting part from Yuto is cool.

That’s Me

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

This is fun and catchy. It’s not quite in my zone of “yes this I will listen to this a ton” but it’s really well made and fun. I can definitely see this being an ear worm too.

Call My Name

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I really like Yannan’s parts in this, and very much like Yeo One and Hongseok’s. It’s got a good groove going on, and the entire song flows well together. It’s missing Hui’s voice hours for me though (he’s got my absolute favorite voice in the group). Very good song though!

Cerberus

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

MV has gunshots, don’t do well with gunshots (sometimes they can be worked in subtly in a way that doesn’t make me flinch). I’m not much a fan of the stuff that leans heavily rap, so didn’t go find a different version to see if it doesn’t have the gunshots.

Sparkling Night

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

Missing Hui’s voice hours, but my other three favorite voices in the group are lovely here, and I like the overall soothing, soft, sweet sound of this. It’s lovely!

Boy in Time (Hui solo)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

His voice is so beautiful. While I don’t on average like solo songs as much (vocal harmony and interplay is something I really love), this is delightful to me, and I am really enjoying the mournful bittersweet element of it. He really gets to show how rich and beautiful his voice is and I am here for it.

Beautiful Goodbye

Reviewed in the post linked above, but I love it.

Nostalgia

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

This is really catchy and easy to listen to. It does feel like there’s something missing to the build up of the song, but it feels like it would be an excellent part of an album listening experience.

Someday (Jinho and Hui)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I think that this delicate/gentle placement that Jinho is using is my favorite place in his voice in terms of vocal flavor. It’s a lovely contrast to the richness and fullness of Hui’s voice here, and I like how they’re working together. Jinho is incredibly talented, and some of his vocal choices can be hit and miss for me (entirely a personal preference/vocal flavor thing). I love their harmonies here, and I love this type of song so much!

Camellia

Reviewed in post linked above

Till....

Reviewed in post linked above

When It Rains In Night

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

More missing Yannan hours happening. But I do really like this! They work their voices together really well. I really like this style of song in general. I like that I appreciate Kino’s voice in this song, it works really well for him.

Off-Road

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I love this! Hongseok’s voice in this is so so good. I really appreciate Shinwon here! Hui and Yeo One and Yannan’s lines are so so good. I love the way they pass the lines between the different vocalists and their contrasting vocal flavors enhance the song and complement each other. You’ve found the rare beast of a song where E’dawn’s rapping works for me.

Nothing I Can Do

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I am so very torn on this song. We are back to E’Dawn’s rapping not being my thing. But also we have beautiful beautiful Yannan and Hongseok call and response, and incredible Yeo One vocals that I love. And the style of Hui’s voice that brings forward some of my favorite things about it. So like... I’m torn. I would love this song so much more with no rap in it at all honestly.

Think About You

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

Some beautiful harmonies, really like what vocal line has going on here. But similar to Nothing I Can Do, E’Dawn’s doing the thing I don’t enjoy again. I’d like this song much better without rap in general again honestly. Love Hongseok’s voice especially in this.

Violet

Reviewed in this post: https://shadowetienne.tumblr.com/post/706861128150564864/like-this

Stay

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

Yes! This is what I wanted the last few songs to be. This is beautiful! Wonderful start with Yeo One’s voice. Ooh, Jinho in the placement that he uses that I like. Yeo One and Yannan harmonization!!!! The harmonies used in general! Hui’s voice!!! Hongseok’s voice!!! Just voices! Excellent mingling of vocal flavor! No rapping to disrupt the flow of the song. Very good, excellent, exactly what I wanted!

It’s Over

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

Well this is another I’m deeply torn song. We’ve got another I don’t like E’Dawn’s rapping style at all song going on here, and the rest of the rapping in the song doesn’t really add anything for me. On the other hand that brilliant moment where we have Hui, Hongseok, Jinho, Yeo One harmonization going on is amazing. It almost bumped it up one level on the chart for me, except that I sat through an earlier part of the song making a face.

When I Was In Love

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

There’s some soundscaping stuff that’s weird for me in the track, but overall, I really like this song! Bonus points for E’Dawn’s voice being perfectly fine for me in this song. I’m determining when he does the deeper more lyrical style it doesn’t make me wince. Like Shinwon’s voice in this quite a bit along with my usual four.

To Universe

Reviewed in first linked post

Thank You (Jinho and Hui)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I love Hui’s voice so so much! Jinho doing the things I like that he does. I think I will probably like most if not all duets that they do because the ways that their voices complement each other seems to encourage Jinho to lean into the things he does that I like. They are both so talented, and this is a wonderful song!

Pentagon

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

We are back to my E’Dawn problem. (To be really really clear, this is a me problem, his vocal flavor for my synesthesia where I taste sounds is just... not working to the point it makes me wince in most placements he uses.) Love the “I’m furious” cycle through vocalists. Love Yeo One’s voice in this so much (along with the rest of my usual four).

You Are

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

Vocals only song!!!! I love this so much! They all sound so good! It’s so gentle and melancholy and I love the soundscape dropping element. The harmonic elements when they are all singing together. This is the sort of thing that just makes me so happy! The way Hui’s voice just ties everything together at the end.

Navigation (Hui)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

I really like this song! I watched the live from the show that this was done on and wow! Not just for the song itself but also for the way he performs it. Love his voice! Love what he does with his falsetto! Thank you very much for pointing me at this!

For You (Hui)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library 

Don’t have much in the way of extra notes beyond I love his voice and how rich and versatile it is. He puts so much into performances, and that’s a beautiful part of it too.

#personal #talk to me #thoughts on music #jinhogwarts #helps me fall deeper into the hole of getting to know Pentagon's music several years late #I have opinions

[kellanved-ammanas]

Long Walk

Moving to a new base was always a whole ordeal, often taking multiple stress filled days. Even with help, it had taken two days just to get all of Medic’s stuff transported. Now though, he had unpack it all and set it up, always the worst part of moving. Unfortunately, the lab area designated to him in this base was significantly smaller than usual. How the hell was he supposed to fit everything comfortably? The answer of course was that he couldn’t, it was going to be a little cramped no matter what he did. At least there was still a decent amount of vertical space for the birds to fly around in.

He’d only been at it for maybe an hour when a knock sounded on the door. Most likely it was Pyro, returning from helping Engie and Demo move the last of their stuff into their designated work areas. If Medic asked him to, he would no doubt help with the setup process because he always did. But as much as his help would be appreciated, he’d done most of the work of moving the boxes before leaving to help the others with their boxes too. He deserved a break. So Medic wasn’t going to ask him, not yet anyway. He more than welcomed the company though so… “Door’s unlocked, come in.”

As predicated, it was Pyro who opened it and stepped in, polity closing it behind himself. He walked over to look down at Medic and watch as he took the last of the specimens out of the ice chest to put into the mini-fridge. “You want to go for a walk?”

Closing the fridge, Medic straightened to look at him. Before he could respond though, Pyro continued.

“I’ll help you finish setting up first of course. But after that, do you want to go out for a walk with me?”

“A walk would be nice.” Especially through the forest the new base was set in the middle of after having been stationed so long in two different deserts. “Let’s go now though.” Medic didn’t like leaving things unfinished but he was already sick of this and could use a break. Everything that needed to be kept frozen or refrigerated was officially taken care of, the rest of it would be totally fine staying in the boxes for a while longer. “Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s not what we had planned but it’s a better date than hanging around here working.” Another downside to moving bases was they weren’t always told about it much in advance, often ruining whatever plans they’d otherwise had for the days spent moving. Including sometime minor holidays.

Pyro nodded. “Okay! Let’s go!”

~

The plan had been to head back to base for dinner and then get to work setting up the rest of Medic’s lab stuff. So it wasn’t meant to be a particularly long walk but… they’d turned to start heading back a while ago. Far enough back that it had certainly become a long walk. They should’ve been back by now.

Pyro had long since pulled his glove off so he could lace his bare fingers through Medic’s as they walked side by side. How aware he was of their predicament was unclear as he maintained a slight spring in his step.

Finally, after a little bit longer, when there was no shadow of a doubt left, Medic tugged on his arm, pulling them both to a stop. “We’re lost.”

Pyro glanced around a little before turning his head to look at Medic again. “Are we?”

“Yes. We should’ve reached the base by now.” Or at least been in sight of the clearing it was in or the road leading to it if they’d ended up going a diagonal angle to it upon turning back.

“Well, hmm… if we’re still lost when it gets dark I brought my flare gun. It could help the others find us. They should be looking for us by then, right?” Pyro’s propensity for always carrying around a reliable source of fire coming in handy once again. It wasn’t often that that was so but it could be a real life saver at times. “We’ll be okay.”

Probably they would be. There were far worse places to get lost in and far worse company to get lost with. So, with nothing better to do, they resumed walking, moving in a zig-zag pattern to cover more ground on the off chance they ran into the base that way. Probably they wouldn’t but it didn’t hurt to try.

~

Despite officially being lost, the forest was still lovely. The soft susurrusof the wind as it wound its way through the evergreens coupled nicely with the sound of the various wildlife that resided seemingly just out of sight. As with most wooded areas, bird calls in particular were a prevalent part of that soundscape. At some point Medic would have to come out here with a pair of binoculars to do some bird watching to find out which species were present. Pyro would probably want to come with him for that so it could be another date night. Or they could invite the rest of the team as a few of them would likely enjoy such an outing as well.

Their biggest issue was the fact that they hadn’t thought to bring a picnic. In hindsight, that would’ve been a better idea than heading back to base for supper even if they hadn’t gotten lost. Too late now. Maybe next time they went out for a walk in the woods they’d do so as well as bring a compass or some other means to ensure they could get back to base. For now they’d just have to deal with it. There were worse things than going hungry for a while though so they’d be fine.

The final nail in the coffin of them being irrevocably lost came when they entered another clearing. Not the clearing their base was in or the one the enemy base presumably existed in but a clearing with a lake. Presumably the lake Medic had seen on the map of the area that hung on one of the new base’s walls. Where it was in relation to the base, he couldn’t recall, only that it was quite a ways out of the way of it. They’d gotten quite turned around and lost indeed. In hindsight, given that it was a new base in a new area, they should’ve taken more precautions.

Despite that, Medic still wasn’t particularly worried. In fact, with a source of fresh water nearby, he was less so. Pyro clearly wasn’t worried either as he let go of Medic’s hand so he could run down to the water edge. He muttered something his mask and excited tone rendered unintelligible as he pointed at it, looking back at Medic.

Going at a more sedate pace, Medic joined him. “What?”

Pyro took a couple deep breaths before repeating himself. “Let’s go fishing.”

It wasn’t a bad idea but they obviously hadn’t brought anything to fish with. “How do you propose we do that?”

“With our hands! Soldier taught me how. Demo also taught me how to fish with dynamite but we don’t have any. So we have to use our hands. I’ll teach you.”

If anyone would think fishing with their bare hands was a good idea it was certainly Soldier. Knowing him he was likely somehow good at it too. And of course Pyro would want to learn; he was always willing to learn almost anything anyone was willing to teach him. Medic however, while he wouldn’t mind learning such a thing if Pyro was the one teaching him, it would likely take a while and the sun was due to start setting soon. So instead…

“How about you fish while I gather materials for a fire so we can cook what you catch?” Assuming he caught anything. They should start a fire before night came regardless. Surviving in the wilderness wasn’t something Medic had a whole lot of experience with but he had gone camping a few time so did know that much.

“Oh! Good idea. You’re a genius. Can I light it?” Pyro put his hands together in a pleading gesture.

“Of course you can light it.” Medic wouldn’t dream of denying him that.

Pyro nodded, giving a quick thumbs up before starting to dig in his pockets. First he pulled out his flare gun which he handed to Medic. “Hold onto this, please.” Next came his store of flares – only three today – a box of matches, and finally his lighter. As he did so, he mumbled something that might’ve been, “And this and this and this.”

Medic made sure to put it all in the deep pockets of his lab coat to ensure their safety as much as possible. The most important thing of course was the flare gun. They could probably justify firing off now to let the others know where to come find them to bring them back to base but… it wasn’t urgent. And would show up better in the sky when it was a bit darker anyway.

After a few seconds of hesitation and looking all around, Pyro reached up and undid the clasps on his mask too, allowing him to pull it off. This he handed to Medic for safe keeping too. It wasn’t the one he’d modified to allow him to swim with it on, thus to avoid ruining the filter it had to come off.

Medic didn’t have a pocket big enough to comfortably hold it so he just held it in his hands instead. “All right. Good luck fishing.”

Pyro gave him a thumbs up. “Thanks! Good luck to you too!”

~

A short distance from the water’s edge was a rock just large enough to serve as a suitable seat if they sat close enough. Medic set up the stuff he’d gathered for their campfire in front of it with a store of twigs to feed it to the side. To save time later, he even arranged a circle of rocks with some tinder and a couple twigs within it so that all it’d need was a light to get going.

By the time he was done, the sky was darkening as the sun dipped low behind the trees. The sun hadn’t been far past it zenith when they’d headed out. Meaning they’d been gone for almost half the day and thus surely their absence had been noted by now. Would the rest of the team be looking for them yet? … Possibly.

Standing back up, Medic pulled out Pyro’s flare gun. He loaded one of the flares into before pointing it up and firing. It let off a bright streak of flame as it shot into the sky, ending with a pop and a shower of sparks as it exploded at the top of its arch, almost like a small firework. Of course Pyro would bring his exploding flares when going out for a walk in the woods, why wouldn’t he? It would certainly let anyone who might be searching for them know what direction to head in. They were probably good as saved already.

Putting it away, Medic walked over to the water’s edge nearest to where Pyro was still fishing in water up to his neck, or trying to anyway. It seemed to involve a lot of tense waiting and then some splashing as he tried to catch a fish but failed. It looked exhausting. Which was another reason why Medic had declined Pyro’s offer to teach him; he was already achy and weary from the long walk, standing in probably cold water perfectly still until a fish came along seemed like an awful time. Pyro however seemed to be enjoying himself, flashing a smile up at Medic as he caught sight of him. Where he got the energy after being active in some form for most of today was a mystery but Medic admired it nonetheless.

Still though, it was rapidly getting darker and darker. Soon there wouldn’t be enough light for Pyro to be able to…

Another splash as Pyro went for a fish he presumably saw in the water. This time though instead of missing and resetting his patient stance, he lifted a fish out of the water by its tail. “I caught one!” It was a fairly large one too. Probably not big enough to serve as a good meal for two people but it would certainly be better than nothing.

“Very good.” In mimic of Pyro, Medic gave him a small clap. “Now come on up and start the fire so we can cook it.”

“I could catch another one though. … Maybe.”

“No need. It’s fine and I already fired off a flare so we should be rescued soon.”

Pyro hesitated for a moment more before nodding and starting back towards shore, holding his prize high out of the water as it flopped in a vain attempt to escape its fate. As he exited the water, his suit dripped and leaked in a way that made it obvious water had gotten into it. He showed no obvious sign of discomfort or tendency to want to complain. So, Medic handed him his lighter and took the fish from his hands, allowing him to run over and start the campfire.

As usual, he did so with great enthusiasm that was a delight to watch. Though Medic also watched to ensure he wouldn’t add too much fuel too quickly as he had tendency to do sometimes. He didn’t seem inclined to do so though so Medic turned his attention preparing their supper.

~

As predicated, sharing the one fish between them didn’t make for a particularly good meal, especially as it was rather plain and a little overcooked. It was significantly better than nothing though and better tasting than some of the things Medic had had no choice but to eat in the past.

Pyro had opted to sit on the ground, directly in front of the fire. He remained by Medic’s feet though, close enough for put a hand on his shoulder which he reached up to hold with both of his, pulling Medic down a little, as he leaned his head against Medic’s knee. Even the fire right in front of him wasn’t enough to keep him from finally crashing and falling asleep very shortly after they’d finished eating.

The position was rapidly growing uncomfortable. Medic didn’t dare move too much though. Pyro might be deep enough asleep that it wouldn’t wake him but he might not be as well. So Medic just had to soldier through, using his free hand to occasionally feed the flames while he waited for rescue.

He’d like to go to sleep himself though. It was full dark out now. Other than the crackling campfire in front of him and the stars far above he couldn’t see anything. Typically he stayed up well past sunset but after spending so much of the day walking, nothing sounded better than laying down for some sleep.

Perhaps he should go ahead and do so. It was entirely possible no one would come to get them anytime soon or even tonight in general. Maybe he should set off another flare and then do the third one in the morning if no one had come by then.

Careful not to jostle Pyro, he reached for where he still had the flare gun in his pocket. He froze before he could grab it though as a flashlight beam came from the woods to his left. Someone was approaching! He jerked back into motion, drawing the flare gun and pointing it in that direction. It wasn’t loaded but whoever was coming hopefully wouldn’t know that.

They approached closer and closer, the flashlight beam growing stronger. Soon they reached the clearing and stepped through the treeline into it. The light thankfully wasn’t too terribly bright but it was still directly in Medic’s eyes, making its bearer impossible to see.

“Doc?”

“Scout?” It certainly sounded like him. “Lower the damned light.”

“Oh, right, sorry.” Scout obediently lowered the flashlight, making it possible to actually see him.

Medic followed suit, letting out a breath as he lowered the flare gun. Before he could say anything though Scout spoke up again.

“Before any thing else, both of you are okay, right? No like major injuries or nothing?”

“Yes, we’re fine.”

“Awesome. Great. Fuck you guys then. Making me come all the way out here in middle of the night because you dumb asses got yourselves lost.”

“It is hardly ‘in the middle of the night’.” The moon just barely fully come out.

“Well it’s fucking dark out here so it might as well be. So… uh, wait a minute. Is Pyro not wearing his mask?” Scout took a step forward, lifting the flashlight and craning his head for a better look.

“If you value having your liver be where it’s supposed to be, you’re going to step back and stay over there.” Medic meant it too. Pyro had talked about thinking about showing his face to the rest of the team a few times but so far hadn’t yet. If he was ever going to, it was going to be on his terms.

Like the fool he was, Scout hesitated as if contemplating how much he wanted to test that threat. Ultimately he made the smart choice though when he stepped back and lowered the flashlight again as he averted his gaze to the side. “Fine, whatever. I gotta call back to base to let them know I found you anyway. So wake him up so we can get out of here sooner rather than later.”

While Medic was probably capable of lifting Pyro and carrying him it was only for a short distance. There was no way he could carry him all the way back to base. So as much as deserved some sleep, Medic had no choice but to wake him. First he put the flare gun away before freeing his other hand from Pyro’s grasp.

Pyro mumbled and groaned but didn’t properly wake. So Medic gave him a slight shake. With another groan, his eyes fluttered open. “Tired. Wanna sleep.”

“I know, dear. We gotta go back to base though. Scout found us.”

He groaned again but nodded, lifting a hand up in thumbs up. Medic patted his shoulder before grabbing his gas mask from where he’d left it on the rock to hand to him.

Before putting it on, he looked up at Medic. “Can we stay until the rainbows burn out on their own?” He said it in an almost shameful sounding whisper as if he expected a ‘no’.

Medic was eager to start for base but well, a little bit longer couldn’t hurt. It was a nice night out after all so… “Yeah. We can do that.” Scout wasn’t going to like it but he was just going to have to suck it up.

~

Scout did indeed complain but thankfully didn’t put up much of a fuss before sitting down on the other side of the fire from them.

“You know the way back to base?” Medic asked because if anyone was dumb enough to get lost while looking for them it was Scout. He normally had a good sense of direction but how much experience did he have navigating through evergreen forests in the dark? Probably not a whole lot.

Scout scoffed as if offended. “Who do think I am? Of course I know the way back. And just in case or whatever, Heavy made me bring a map and compass. As if there’s even a small chance me of all people would get lost. The reason I’m always the guy who gets sent out to find all you guys whenever you go missing is because I have a perfect sense of direction. I could lead you guys back to base blindfolded.”

Medic had expected such an answer and didn’t believe if for a moment. They had a map, compass, and flashlight though so they were indeed rescued. Not that there’d ever been much worry but it was nice to know for sure that they wouldn’t have to spend the night out here.

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Once it was no longer being fed, it didn’t take long for the fire to start dying down. Despite that, Medic still had to gently prod Pyro back towards wakefulness several times. The fact that he struggled so much to stay awake with a fire right in front of him meant he had to be quite tired indeed. But finally when only embers remained, Pyro nodded to Scout’s suggestion they get going. He even stood up and stamped out the last of the embers on his own.

During the walk back, Scout led the way with the flashlight. At Medic’s insistence and occasional reminder, he routinely checked the map and compass as well though. Often changing directions slightly after doing so, implying his sense of direction alone wasn’t good enough to get them back safely. Medic might’ve been tempted to make a snide remark about that if not for the fact that he was a bit too tired to bother.

Also though, he was a bit worried about Pyro. While the outside of the suit had had plenty of time to dry off, especially with how close he’d been sitting to the fire, the padding and clothes he wore under it likely hadn’t. It was nowhere near cold enough to be much of a worry but it still wasn’t and had to be uncomfortably. He was silent too, his shoulders sagging and the spring in his step long go, instead almost dragging them. He did still hold Medic’s hand though even if he kept the glove on this time.

With how slow they were going – something Scout made sure to complain about multiple times before Medic told him to shut up – it took a while but they did eventually make it back to base. Almost everyone was asleep. The few who weren’t, were only so to ensure the three of them returned safely and thus headed off as soon the door was safely locked again.

Pyro’s room was the closest when starting down the hall the housed all their rooms so that’s where Medic went. If Pyro had it his way, he likely would’ve collapsed immediately onto the bed without even taking the suit off. As much as Medic would’ve liked to just collapse into bed himself, he couldn’t. Instead he insisted on and even helped him Pyro take his suit off before drying him with a towel – because his clothes were indeed still damp – and making him put on his warmest pair of pajamas.

As soon as he was allowed to go free, Pyro dragged his feet over the bed and collapsed into, barely even taking the time to get under the blankets. Medic quickly finished getting himself ready for bed so he could join him there. Contrary to expectation but pleasantly so, Pyro was still awake enough to cuddle up to him as soon as he was settled in. Warm, cozy, and comfortable, Medic couldn’t think of a better way to end the day. This most certainly hadn’t been the most conventional of Valentine’s Day dates, nowhere close to the outing they’d had planned, but it had been nice. Next time they went for a walk in the woods though, they’d be more careful not to get lost again.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #pyromedic #burnward

[nerdygaymormon]

I'm sorry to dump this on you when you've already had your own hqrd stuff recently, but I've always respected your takes and advice before, and I ry need to reach out to someone actually older then me who gets the struggles of being LDS/Queer from the inside.

I'm 30, female, realized I was queer 2 years ago and I just feel so utterly hopeless lately, the last conference pretty much killed any lingering hope I had that the church would be improving in any truly significant ways in my lifetime, I'd honeslty leave but I also know that doing so could cause huge tension in my family, as two siblings and one parent are supportive but the others are not. My parenta divorced when I was 12 and after a few years of heavy tension they've managed to have an amenable realtionship again and I dont want to be the cause of destorying that again.

Honestly I'm so angry at the church for making me feel like my relationships with my family are held hostage to their litany of conditional love. I used to love this church so mucb but now all I feel is anger and disgust at it, and that honestly scares me. I dont like being so angry, but I feel so trapped and hopeless.

I've honestly considered just running away, but it such a jerk move and with technology the way it is my family would find me anyway. They're not abusive just unsupportive and often forecful in the way they express their opinions. My supportive beother keeps telling me I should just tell our mom how I feel, but everytime I start to work up the courage she says something to the effect of how liberals and such are ruining the country.

I know I'm only at the beginning of this road, but it just feels like there's no way forward for me anymore.

I appreciate the compliment. And don't worry about if this is a good or a bad time for me, being LDS & LGBTQ is always going to come with some challenges and low times.

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I want to point out that the thoughts about running away and cutting off contact with everyone and starting again is a form of passive suicidal ideation. Passive means you are not looking to unalive yourself but if it happens you'd welcome it, like being hit by a bus or being diagnosed with a terminal illness. Leaving behind your life and everyone in it is like saying you want to end this life.

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Relationships are complicated, especially within a family. I don't think it's fair to blame children for the relationship of parents or other adults. You coming out, you stepping away from church, that shouldn't be a determining factor in your parents' relationship with each other.

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You wrote that every time you start to work up the courage to talk with your mom, she goes on some political rant.

That to me indicates you are ready. It wasn't clear if you're out, but my guess is that you aren't. I think being out will make the second conversation about the church easier to have because it helps explain that decision.

I have some thoughts about coming out that I hope are helpful, they'll also work for a difficult conversation about church

*  Pick a good time and place. It might not be “perfect”, and if you get nerves and back out, that’s okay, more opportunities will come along      **  Typically it’s better if you can have their undivided attention, not while they’re cooking or watching a movie. And usually not at an event like Thanksgiving dinner or your sister’s wedding      **  You can choose to make this formal by inviting them to sit down and that you have something to say      **  You can choose to bring this up while you’re just together having a relaxed conversation      **  You don’t have to tell the whole family or both parents at the same time      **  You can be honest about your feelings. Tell them you’re feeling a little nervous or anxious but you have something important you’d like them to know

*  If it’s too hard to have a face-to-face conversation, or you live apart from them and getting together isn’t feasible, you can always choose other ways, like writing a letter, making a video. You do what works for you

*  When you tell them, also tell let them know you love them and you want a close, honest, loving relationship with them. Be positive and affirming

*  Reassure them that you are happy and healthy. Or if you’re dealing with serious issues, like depression or suicidal thoughts, you can also tell them this and that you hadn’t been able to tell them before, that you want their help

*  Understand that they also have a process to go through. Don’t judge them too harshly if their first comments and questions aren’t the kind you’re hoping for

*  Have some educational resources for them      **  The Family & Friends section of the church's website on same-sex attraction      **  The Family History Project has a very good Mormon-specific pamphlet

*  Be prepared for some questions. You aren’t required to have all the answers      **  They might ask about your future, your faith, your relationships.      **  Maybe even basic things like “Are you sure?” “How did you decide?’ “How long have you known?”

*  You could think about what ways you’d like them to support you. If they ask how can they help, you’ll be ready with some ideas. Also ask to let you get back to them with more thoughts after you’ve had time to think about it

*  Make it clear this is the beginning, not the end. There’ll be more conversations      **  After the initial dialogue, your parents or close friends might need some time to digest the information. You’ve been on this path longer than they have, you’ve worked through difficult feelings and different steps

*  Be clear about with whom they can and cannot share this information about you 

*  If you’re physically in the same space, I hope at the conclusion of the conversation that things are such that you can give them a hug while saying you love them

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I know this is already pretty long, but I've been thinking about some questions since Elder Oaks' talk at General Conference. I thought if I share them, you might see you have some of the same ones. And I hope that going through the list, it helps you think about what you believe.

Why would God create people this way (gay, trans, ace, etc) and then expressly forbid them from being who they are?

What revelation or scriptural passages are the Church’s policies about LGBTQIA+ people are based on?

How much do we know about heaven? Seems we have very few details. How is it one thing we’re certain of is that there’s no queer people in heaven?

What is the purpose of queer lives? What are we meant to do? We can't complete the Covenant Path or qualify for exaltation. The big goals of the Plan of Happiness are forbidden to us. Surely our lives have meaning, too

Please don't tell me I can be happy when I'm dead. I need hope in this life, not another reason to contemplate suicide. The LDS Church teaches that “men are that they might have joy.” How does this fit with banning queer people from things that bring the most joy in life?

How am I supposed to make sense of all the queer people who feel assurance that God loves them as they are? That they’re meant to be ace, aro, demi, pan, poly, gay, bi, trans, nb, genderfluid, lesbian, & so on? Why does God whisper comfort to our hearts if we're wrong?

If "wickedness never was happiness" (Alma 41:10), what does that say for all the queer people I know who find happiness in life with a spouse or by expressing their gender identity? To me, this verse testifies those things aren't wicked

Is anyone from church leadership in dialogue with queer members? Do they understand our needs? Do they know the pain and heartache that their teachings cause us? So often it seems they talk about us as if we aren’t even in the room.

"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them" (Matthew 7:20) 89% of LGBT LDS members have PTSD symptoms. Studies show increased church activity correlates with lower quality of life, lower self-esteem, higher rates of depression, sexual identity crisis & internalized homophobia

God must love LGBTQIA+ people because more of us are being born every day. How can the creator of diversity not have accounted for it in His plan? Have you ever considered that we only have part of the Plan, that there's more to it? The restoration is ongoing.

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Wishing all the best for you

[marciaillust]

my tiny collection of cool ladies

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#sketches #illustration #digital art #original art #artists on tumblr #character art #marcia #tcm made my sketches so clean #and i feel like my 2021 goal of improving my anatomy is going ok as well #i always feel like im not doing enough #i always think i already peaked like 4 years ago #but the truth is im still climbing a mountain and whatever happened 4 years ago was a temporary stop at a shelf #that i took great comfort in #but im still going forward #and like not to get deep but whats the top anyway huh #its not like ill ever stop climbing #i should appreciate the road already behind me more often #on a different note #girls am i right #😳

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Genshin / Being Their Darling.

Childe: 

The days of living a peaceful, quaint life will be far behind you. Childe doesn’t allow himself the vulnerability of getting close to many. He doesn’t care how bloody the road ahead to winning you is, as his hands have never been clean. All is fair in love and war, right? 

Childe will get his claws deep into your life before you realize what’s happening. Whether it be extortion or threatening, Liyue’s Fatui are at his disposal, to be used however he sees fit. He’d like to have some form of leverage over you as a backup plan if the regular attempt at romancing you is unsuccessful. There’s also an appeal to knowing you’re under his thumb.

Fatui underlings would be assigned on shifts to watch over you. Anyone that Childe perceives as “too friendly” (which he has a rather lenient definition of), is harassed at a later time to deter further interaction with you. The sudden isolation is unexpected, those who used to be close with you seem too frightened to look you in the eye. 

He wishes he had more time to spend with you. The times he does get to spend by your side are eventful, but not in ways you can appreciate. Childe is something of a pest by your side. He won’t leave until he feels you’ve given him enough attention, which is difficult since you always leave him wanting more. 

“Didn’t you know I had to work overtime to spend this evening together? Really, trying to lose me in a crowd... I’m almost insulted that you thought that’d work. Try that again and I might just have to tie you up. C’mon, don’t look at me like that, I’m just kidding.”

Diluc: 

Luxury and pampering at a cost of your autonomy. You won’t know of the latter until later. Diluc’s attention might even feel enthralling at first, Mondstadt’s most desired bachelor seeking you out is a deep honor if nothing else. Gifts are delivered to your residence, ranging from simple to extravagant. He doesn’t want to draw attention to himself at first, but it doesn’t take too much investigation to find who the gifts are from.

When you’re asleep at night, Diluc finds himself drawn to your residence while sweeping the city of Mondstadt at night. There’s a certain perch nearby that gives him access to your bedroom window. How the moonlight shines on your sleeping face makes his heart go wild, a sliver of a smile on his lips. 

Diluc is already a hard worker, but he pushes himself even further to cleanse the world for your sake. You become another unhealthy obsession and almost a reward for his efforts. The entitlement to your time and love creeps up on him before he knows it. For the most part, he can repress it, but that’s exacerbated by any advances on you. 

Overtime will grow more overbearing as these emotions rise to the surface. Insisting on walking you to places, helping with your finances, and even suggesting you quit your job altogether. Diluc makes it clear that he wants to take care of you but won’t say why exactly. To have you relying on him would be ideal, so that’s what he’s going for. 

“Your hesitation is understandable, but please give it some thought. Whatever it is that’s stressing you, I can handle, so that it’s no longer an issue. I’m more than capable of that.” 

Kaeya:

Underneath a meticulously crafted façade of friendliness are layers of cunning. For every step you feel you’re ahead, Kaeya is ten more. It never hits you until it’s too late how entangled your paths are. Everything was planned — months in advance, even — to bring about the result he desires. 

Operates more in the shadows before making a move. Ideal scenarios fall perfectly into place, painting a favorable picture of him to you. Leading monsters to areas you frequent, only to assist you in fending them off, even offering to tend to your wounds should you have obtained any. All the while having his signature charm on full display.

Kaeya desires for you to rely on him to an unhealthy degree. That way you’ll come to return his love, or so he believes, a bond formed under turbulent times. The coincidental eviction and offer to stay with him is a perfect example. When the world is falling apart, Kaeya is there by your side, extending a helping hand. Little do you know that it’s those same hands that manipulated these situations into existence. 

He’s done his homework and it shows. Every little accidental brushing over his hand over yours, amorous whispering into your ear, and flirtatious remark is designed to your liking. Kaeya mentions your interests in conversation, anything to warm you up to him. It works like a charm too, as you steadily let down your walls and let him in. 

“I’m staring? Oh, you caught me. Though, I can’t bring myself to apologize. It’s unreasonable if you think I could take my eyes off you, when you’re standing there looking like that. Ah... there’s that blush again. See what I mean?” 

Zhongli:

The unrelenting favor from Liyue’s Archon is suffocating. He has astounding wisdom on matters often left in the pages of dust-covered texts. He knows your family lineage and situation on an almost intimate level, recounting details that no one else should be privy to. You’ll get the sense there’s more to Zhongli than what he’s letting on. 

Zhongli will see to it that you have lots of free time (to be spent with him...). Any business-related ventures, whether it be filling out permits or negotiation contracts will be completed in record time. All he asks in return is to have dinner together. At the time, it feels like a reasonable request, if not a confusing one. Shouldn’t you be the one treating him after all his help? He looks uncertain when you mention this to him, like he hadn’t thought about it before.

Your family will likely encourage your relationship — even if you insist it’s strictly platonic — believing Zhongli to be an ideal match. His work ethic, knowledge, and cordial nature would be brought up to further convince you. They’d reason that should you ever marry, Zhongli would be more than capable of taking care of you (and them, by extension), for the rest of your life.  

He’s more than aware of this newfound grievance in your life. Zhongli believes that by earning the approval of your family, he’ll earn yours as well, so that’s where he started. The pressure surrounding from all sides might make you cave eventually. Until then, he will continue to present himself as a desirable bachelor. This methodology feels perfect, since any angst you may have won’t be directed at him, but your family instead. 

“So you think talking to them about it would only worsen the situation? While that makes sense, I believe I could be of assistance, should they hear it coming from me. I’m afraid I’ll have to insist this time.” 

#i have a problem i think #childe #childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #yandere diluc x reader #yandere x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #kaeya x reader #yandere kaeya #yandere kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #zhong li #zhong li x reader #zhongli x reader #my stuff

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

#damiano david x reader #måneskin #maneskin #damiano david #damiano david x y/n #damiano david imagine #damiano david headcanon #måneskin x reader #måneskin x y/n #måneskin imagine #måneskin headcannon #maneskin x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x y/n

[beels-burger-babe]

Melodious Mourning

***Ben Platt?! Hell yes! Okay! I am so so excited about this! Thank you so much @ester-is-here for reminding me how much I love this song. I hope everyone enjoys it. You can listen to the song, if you haven't already, here. Disclaimer: In Case You Don't Live Forever and its lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to the brilliant Ben Platt*** Poly!MC Summary: It's MC's anniversary of their relationship with the Lords of the Devildom. They've planned a little something special to share with them; something that will express how much they love the brothers, while also preparing them for a tragic truth. The time had come. After a long night of celebrating your anniversary with the seven sins, it was time for you to finally show them the surprise you had prepared for them. You giggled as you dragged a tired Belphegor into the music room by his hand, the others following closely behind you. Asmodeus made a small noise of disappointment and leaned against the grand piano in the middle of the room. "You know when you said you had a surprise for us, I must admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, " you snorted as Satan smacked Asmo on the back of the head. Asmo yelped and held his head as he glared at Satan. "Though I'm sure that whatever this surprise it will be equally as lovely. Geez, let me finish before you ruin my hair!" Mammon came up beside you. "But what is this surprise though? Is it a diamond? Money? Jewelry? That lost treasure that we never found?" You smiled softly at the Avatar of Greed and poked his nose. "It's better than that. Or at least I hope it will be," You sat down at the piano and took some sheet music out of your bag. "I um...I wanted to sing a song for all of you," you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "With our anniversary being today, I've been thinking a lot about us and all the time that's passed and the what the future will hold, and I-I just thought that this song would be the perfect way to express all of that."

Lucifer placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down at you with an awe-filled, adoring expression. "I wasn't aware you could play. I would've loved to play with you sometime." You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "There will be time for that in the future. For now, it's time for your surprise," you hovered your fingers over the keys and hesitated. The song the message shared was important but would be hard for your lovers to hear. You glanced over at them. "J-Just listen, please. Okay?" Beel frowned at the serious look on your face and nodded. He could sense that there was something important about this performance, something almost dire, that clearly frightened you. "Of course." You took in a shaky breath as you began to move your finger across the keys.

"You put all your faith in my dreams. You gave me the world that I wanted. What did I do to deserve you?" Your smooth voice filled the room and wrapped around the hearts of each of the demons. They smiled gently at your words as a warmth filled their chests. In the years that they were fortunate enough to have you in their lives, they had spent every last second doing their best to keep you happy. They would give you the world if you asked for it, and you knew that. "I follow your steps with my feet. I walk on the road that you started. I need you to know that I heard you. Every word." Since coming here, the brothers have shown you a number of things. Lucifer taught you to be more confident and take pride in the things that you've achieved. Mammon taught you that it was okay to be selfish sometimes to do the things that you wanted. Together, you and Leviathan learned that the only opinion that truly matters is your own. Satan taught you that you define your own fate and meaning and that no one can say who you are except you. Asmodeus taught you to appreciate the pleasures in life, no matter how big or small. Beelzebub engrained in you that your body is a temple that you must cherish, look after, and love. And finally, Belphegore taught you that it's alright to take time for yourself. Each of them had impacted you and fundamentally changed the way that you looked at life, and you would never be able to thank them enough for that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me," you swallowed down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat. You had waited too long to tell them this, that much was true. By now they were irreversibly attached to you. Though you were grateful for it and loved them in return, there was something all of you had been avoiding discussing. You took in a shaky breath; you couldn't hold it off anymore. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now," You could hear their breaths get caught in their throats. Lucifer's hand froze on your back, while Belphie quickly sat up from where he was laying on your shoulder. "MC, what are y-you saying? What are you-" Levi's voice stuttered from behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look at them as you continued, "I love you more than you'll wrap your head around," you finally glanced over at Levi. The otaku's eyes were wide and filled with fear and concern as he scanned you for any missed injuries or signs of illness. At finding none, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion. You offered him a reassuring smile before looking back down at the keys. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." Satan's trembling hand gripped onto your shoulder as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. "MC, my love, that is beautiful. But you can't just say something like that and not expect us to be concerned. Are you alright? Should I be getting a doctor or Barbatos or do I need to take you to a human hospital?" You paused for a moment to turn to your lovers. "I'm okay. There's nothing wrong with me, only that I'm human," you watched as they tensed in realization. "Treasure, that's not-" Mammon stepped forward, but you lifted a hand to stop him. "I've been thinking about the passing of time a lot lately, a-a-and I need to say this. Please, just let me finish?" The sound of your voice close to tears had the brothers wanting to do nothing more than wrap you up in their arms and never let you go again. But there was this desperate glint in your eyes, that none of them could deny. Belphie laid his head back down on your shoulder and buried his face into the fabric of your top. "Go ahead, angel. We're listening." You turned your head to lightly kissed his head, whispering a small thank you, before picking back up the song.

The music filled the room once more, but unlike before where it filled your lovers with joy at the thought of such a sentimental gift, a feeling of dread and unease now swirled in their stomachs. "I've carried this song in my mind. Listen it's echoing in me. But I never helped you to hear it." Your mortality was something that had weighed on your thoughts for years now. You never mentioned it for you knew that the brothers would just brush off the subject. They had lost so much already; they didn't even want to begin thinking about the day when you would no longer be with them. But with each passing year, the subject had become more and more crucial, yet you were still too much of a coward to bring such a distressing topic to light. You had hoped the song would lighten the blow, but based on the way Mammon's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were pressed to his mouth, as though whispering a prayer, it hadn't. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight as you felt your throat tighten. "We, we've only got so much time. I'm pretty sure it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me were pieces of you." It was true. You carried the boys with you where ever you went, both literally through your pacts and figuratively through the pieces of their personalities that you have mirrored throughout the years. You often find yourself mimicking Lucifer's eye-brow raise when someone is acting particularly stupid. The sight of food or beautiful clothes causes your heart to thrumb with excitement, just like it does for Beel and Asmo. You have a deeper appreciation for anime and astrology from your many nights with Levi and Belphie. You're more knowledgeable and educated in literature from your countless hours in the library with Satan. You were more conscious with your money after your few attempts of trying to teach Mammon how to budget. You were one with your boys; a beautiful collage of the experiences and times that you had all spent together. You just hoped that they knew that. "I've waited way too long to say. Everything you mean to me." Asmodeus claimed your other side, as one of his hands moved up to delicately wipe a tear from your face. You noticed, with an aching heart, that his cheeks were tearstained as well. Your lip trembled as you opened your mouth to sing the chorus. "In case I don't live forever let me tell you now. I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around. In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am because of you." At this point, you weren't singing so much as you were sobbing. You could feel your hands tremble heavily as you pushed them to keep playing. The only thing keeping you from breaking down completely was the solid feeling of the brother's touch supporting you as they lent you their strength. You squeezed your eyes shut and played hard on the keys, causing the brothers to jump a little as you began to belt. "I have a hero if ever I need one!" Flashes of the countless times that they had come to your rescue flashed in your mind. Unknown to you, the brothers weren't thinking of them rescuing you at all, but rather how you had saved each and every one of them. "I just look up to you and I see one! I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one," your voice quivered with emotion as you held the falsetto note at the end. You leaned over the keys, suppressed cries falling from your lips as your shoulders shook. Beel placed a hand over top of one of your own and met your gaze. "You don't have to finish this MC. We understand what you're trying to say and we can just end the song here and talk if you want." It was tempting. Honestly, your hands our practically useless with how much they were shaking. But this wasn't just for them anymore. Speaking the words that had been swarming your mind for too many years out loud, although painful, also freed you from a sense of guilt that you weren't even aware that you were carrying. "I-I'd like to finish it. I-If you all don't mind." Belphie's arms came to wrap around your waist and Asmo

pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lucifer's hand on your back moved in comforting circles, while Satan repeated the motion with his thumb on your shoulder. Levi moved closer to lean onto the piano for support. Mammon gave you a tearful smile as Beel lifted his hand off of yours. "Of course. Take your time, honey bun." You took several deep breaths to calm yourself before lightly playing the chords. You met the eyes of your partners and hoped that they could see the utter adoration and passion that was flooding through your veins for them. "In case you don't live forever let me tell you now," you playfully elbowed Belphie and turned your head to kiss Asmo's cheek. "I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around." As the music picked up the tempo once more, you couldn't help but grin even as tears poured down your cheeks. "In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. I'm everything that I am-" You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, as you allowed yourself to give in to the music and fully feel everything that you had been suppressing. "Woah, Woah, Woah. " As you began to sing the melody again, your eyes snapped open as you heard the brothers harmonize alongside you. Lucifer, Satan and Beel's low voices rang deep like the growl of thunder. Asmodeus and Belphie hit the higher octaves, chiming like bells ringing in the wind. Mammon and Levi sang the original notes with you, remaining strong and pure like waves against a shore. You laughed brightly as a radiant sensation of love blanketed you in warmth and soaked up any traces of fear that lingered. "In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth." You looked around at the brothers tenderly and softly played the final notes. They all smiled back at you, eyes gleaming with that same sense of passionate affection that you had felt moments earlier. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you came to a realization. No matter how much or little time you had left with each other, you would spend every moment of it at each other's side loving another unconditionally. "As long as I'm here as I am," you rested your head on top of Belphie's and smiled softly, "so are you." *** This was so sweet and sad at the same time and I just LOVED writing it! Oh my goodness, I haven't written a song fic in ages, so this was a little challenging, but I just loved it so much. Thank you @ester-is-here for this beautiful request!*** TAGLIST: @thegrimgrinningghost

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[daemonprom]

dolly.

Kishibe simps come get y’all juice.

pairing: kishibe (chainsaw man) x reader

warnings: age gap (reader is a college student), mentions of alcohol/tobacco, a lil bit of fluff ig, sugar daddy/baby relationship, degradation,  vibrator, facefucking, overstim, dumbification, breeding, uhh there’s a lot lolll, also needless to say mdni

also this is the first fic I’ve published on this acc so I hope you guys enjoy!! I haven’t found a lot of him but this man is so fine istg haha

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That moment he first laid eyes on you that evening, clad in nothing but a shiny latex white bodysuit, some bunny ears standing tall on your head, and some fishnet stockings that complimented your translucent pleasers, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Countless other girls, dressed identically, passed by his table–serving him drink after drink or feeling up on him teasingly–but your face in the dimmed neon lights never left his mind. God, he wanted you so bad. The older man knew he could capture the attention of any girl he wanted (well, almost any girl) just by looking at them–and he was going to capture yours tonight, without a doubt.

He frequented this club either for a good fuck, a good drink, or both. Call him a pervert, but nothing brought him more joy than seeing scantily dressed girls frolic around him as the scent of alcohol reeked through the air.

"Hey, Doll," his gravelly voice greeted you as you finally passed by his table. He was sitting alone with an empty glass in his left hand, dressed oddly formally in a suit complete with a long black coat. He wasn't the first old guy you've encountered at this club–hell, most of them were straight up weirdos–but he was different. He was probably one of the few customers you'd seen that was actually...kind of attractive. He was a bit rough-looking, with an unkempt beard and tired, aged eyes. But he looked strong, too, both physically and mentally. His piercings on both ears shined in the lights above you, and an unusual stitched scar trailed across his left cheek to the corner of his mouth. You didn't know who he was, but you found yourself intrigued.

"Hello," you said slowly. "Would you like me to get you a refill on that drink?"

" 'S alright, Doll." He let out his hand to the seat in front of him. "Why don't you sit with me? Haven't seen you around here before."

"Do you come here often?" you replied, instantly cringing at such a cliché remark as you lowered yourself at the table.

"Only when I need to" was all he said.

"Well...yes. I am new."

" 'S your name, dear?" You answered, to which he replied with a "Wow, that's beautiful." You looked down bashfully, appreciative of the compliment. "So what's your...you know, day job?"

"I'm inclined to ask the same of you," you responded, eyeing the stitches that adorned his hallowed cheeks like embroidery.

He let out a hearty laugh. "You'll find out soon enough." He lowered his voice as he eyed you. "But if you're interested, it makes a nice amount of money and there's room to share."

You froze. Was he...proposing what you thought he was? You had only been here a few days, and you had already encountered a potential sugar daddy? As a college student, working at the mall just wasn't cutting it, so your friend jokingly suggested you apply here. You didn't think you'd get it because of your rather reserved demeanor, but you heard back from the club almost immediately with an offer.

"Um, I--"

"Aww, you're flustered, dear? That's alright, just thought I'd subtly offer you some assistance. You go to the university a few blocks away, don't you?"

You stared at him, flabbergasted. "How...?"

"What a smart girl. I love smart women, you know."

You said nothing as you felt your face get hot.

"So how's about it? Gonna be mine or not?"

"Well...."

"You won't have to work here anymore. I can tell you just dread it. Drunk old men yelling at you to come over, serve 'em another drink, give 'em favors...." He chuckled. "Of course, I guess you could say I'm another drunk old man asking for favors. I'll leave you be if you just tell me to go."

It was true; who knew how many shots of sake he had downed since he stepped into the building. But unlike the other patrons that entered this club, he appeared calm, collected, and fully cognizant of his surroundings. If it weren't for the scent of the drink stinging your nose, you would've believed he was completely sober. You didn't feel too uncomfortable by his words; if anything, you were simply shocked by his forwardness. If he truly was who he said he was, then what was there to lose?

"Who are you? And what do you do?" you eyed him again with a raised eyebrow.

"You can just call me Kishibe," he answered vaguely. Kishibe. You recited the name like a mantra in your head. It was a common surname, but on him it felt...mysterious. Alluring, even. "And for what I do....dear, let's just say you'll be protected with me around."

"Oh-kayy. Well, Kishibe," you said the name slowly, "perhaps I'll take up your offer."

"I knew you would," he said with a smirk. He rose from his seat, and you followed slowly, confused. "Alright, let's book outta here."

"Um...right now? But my shift isn't over until–"

"Fuck the shift. You're quitting, remember?"

"Oh...right, yeah."

You followed him through the sea of tables and girls as he grasped your hand tightly with unbelievable strength, and not simply for his age. The two of you eventually made it out through the French doors and into the dark parking lot. It was nearly one in the morning, and though it was midsummer, you were absolutely freezing in your skimpy bunny girl outfit. You wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself. Before you could look behind you, you felt cloth fall down on your shoulders kindly. You looked above you to see that the older–and much taller–man had removed his coat and was only wearing the flattering white button-up and tie.

“T-thank you, Mr. Kishibe,” you said softly.

He didn’t look at you, but coldly replied, “Just Kishibe.”

“R-right. Thank you, Kishibe.”

He led you to his car, a modest but still attractive red five-seater.

“Wanna start your new job now?” he asked, stopping in front of the car.

“What do you–“

Before you knew it, you felt his hand grasp firmly on your waist and his lips dive into your neck.

“Agh, Kishibe,” you uttered. His hands lowered to squeeze your rear, and you let out a small gasp.

“ ‘S the problem?” he asked as he lifted up his head.

“We should at least go to the car,” you huffed as he continued.

“Mmm, right,” he muttered. Still focused on your neck, he abruptly lifted you off the ground almost effortlessly with a single arm and walked to his car. You were absolutely shocked at how strong this man was. He opened the passenger seat with one of his hands and set you down as you looked up at him, dumbfounded. He then closed the door and walked to the other side, fastening himself in.

“Um, Ki–“ You opened your mouth to speak, but he pulled out a small object from his left pocket. He flipped the switch and you heard a subtle whirring sound from his hand.

He laughed. “Mmm, Doll, this is gonna be so fun.” His hands traveled gingerly onto your thighs, and you looked up at him and sighed. He gave each one a squeeze and smiled, muttering a “fuck” to himself. You remained silent as he used his strong hands to part your legs, then ripped with ease through your stockings and leotard. He chuckled as he looked up at you. “No panties? Naughty girl.” He took his fingers and messed around with your clit a bit.

“K-Kishibe,” you muttered, trying to resist his firm touch to the best of your ability.

“You’re just making it easier for me,” he laughed, shoving the active vibrator in without warning.

“Gah! Kishibe....”

“You’re not gonna cum, right, Doll? You’re gonna be a good girl on the ride home, right?” he asked, both hands now on the steering wheel.

“Mmmngh....”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, then, let’s get going.”

With that, the two of you headed off. You were honestly an embarrassing sight next to him: a writhing, moaning mess. The drunkard kept his eyes on the road, not saying anything but often smirking to himself as your curses grew louder. At stoplights he would pull out his remote and watch as you adjusted to the abrupt increase in intensity of the vibrations. Other than that, he acted almost as if you weren’t there, or so it appeared to you.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you arrived at his condominium complex. He stopped in the parking lot, watching you still calling his name and squirming in the seat next to him.

“So, how’d you do?” You knew he was going to be pissed once he removed the device. He quickly removed the vibrator, to which he was welcomed with a flood of your clear fluids. You let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m s-sorry, Kishibe,” you begged. “I really tried not to cum, honest.”

“Bullshit.” He grabbed you by the shoulder and waist and flipped you over in one swoop. Then, lifting his hand, he smacked your soaked slit. You yelped in reply, still apologizing.

“Gah! I’m...h-hah...sorry!”

He ignored you and smacked you again in the same spot, smiling at your reaction. Then he did it again. And again. Then again, until your labia stung the impact.

“You couldn’t even wait till we got home, huh?”

“I–“

“Suck my cock.”

You were shocked once again at the bluntness of his orders, and tried to form some sort of sentence.

“Don’t just sit there. For a smart girl you shouldn’t be this confused.”

“I-I’m...sorry.” You lowered your head towards the seat next to you, grabbing the zipper of his slacks and pulling it down. The tent in his pants poked through his underwear, and you instinctively bit your bottom lip as you eyed it. You used your hand to caress his bulge teasingly, and he let out a low huff in response. You continued to react to the positive reinforcement, before his hand swooped down and slapped your cheek.

“I said to suck it, bitch. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Your face still burned, but you did as told and rolled his underwear down. His cock sprung before you, hitting your cheek. You moved your head back to get a good look at it. Needless to say, he was fucking hung–and once again, not just for his age. The shaft extended far above him, curved at a slight angle with veins protruding across like vines on a sturdy tree stump. Precum dripped at the tip, tinted a dark mauve, and you licked your lips again at the sight.

You dove in, firmly cupping your hands around the base to give his appendage a gentle massage. Then you planted a soft kiss on the head–to which he grinned–before opening your mouth and moving up and down his length. He let out small sighs, praising you for being a "good little cockwhore", and demanding you to "take more" of him. His words encouraged you to work more diligently to please him, and he was absolutely relishing in your efforts.

Then, without warning, you heard a grunt above you as he rammed his cock into the back of your throat. You reflexively gagged in surprise, to which Kishibe simply chuckled in reply.

“Aww, too big for my little Doll? Too bad.”

He grabbed your hair with his fist with those rough hands, yanking your face to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” he whispered.

Flustered, you tried to obey him as he began to fuck your face mercilessly. You found yourself flinching every time his balls slapped your face with each movement. As he hastened himself, he found it more difficult to suppress his own voice, and you heard the man blissfully groan above you.

"Such a–fuck–pretty little mouth," he huffed. "You're gonna–huhh–gonna taste me real soon, Doll, okay?" You nodded in response, moving with him as he continued to propel into your face even more violently. He pushed, and shoved, and squeezed himself into your needy mouth, and he grinned at your embarrassing gagging sounds below him.

He released himself with a hefty grunt. You looked up at him, mouth full of his cum and eyes full of your tears, as he looked back down at you with the most devious smile on his face. “Mmm, don’t swallow it yet, Doll.”

He hoisted you again with one arm and pulled your naked body onto his lap in the driver's seat. Your chest rested on the steering wheel as you turned around to see the older man unbutton his shirt and throw it towards the backseat. Then, he forcibly pulled you back up until the back of your head sat on his shoulder.

“Mmm, my cute little Dolly’s gonna feel so good on my cock,” he growled, fingers trailing softly across your body. You gasped as he made his way towards your most sensitive parts between your legs. You could feel his breath, hinted with notes of sake and tobacco, tickling your ear as he whispered, “Spread these cute little thighs for Daddy, now.”

You did as told, feeling your hole stretch in response to his length squishing itself inside you. God, it was huge. You huffed as you arched your back onto his cool chest. He had his firm hands grasped on each of your hips, guiding you as you bounced up and down. Meanwhile, he was pushing himself further into your cervix, letting out bass-filled growls above you.

“Hhh, attagirl....You can swallow now....Go a little faster, will ya? Show me how bad you want this cock.”

“Mmngh, y—hah!—yes, sir,” you yelped in response, gulping as you savored his seed traveling down your esophagus. You picked up the pace, tightening your walls around him, rotating your hips as your tits bounced even more erratically.

You heard him laugh as one of his hands found its way to your chest, fingers toying playfully around one of your nipples. Then he lifted his other hand, squeezing it tightly around your neck. Your strained moans struggled to escape you as you tried to keep pace with his deep thrusts.

“That didn’t mean slow down,” he hissed. “I’m not choking you as hard as I can, Doll.”

“ ‘m sorry, sir,” you whined, moving faster.

You continued to ride him as you felt the buildup warm up inside you. You felt that same sensation develop: the same sensation from earlier when he had teased you with his toy, on the verge of cumming again.

“K-Kishibe...” you croaked.

“What—agh—what is it?”

“I’m gonna....I can’t h-hold it,” you told him, still limited by his firm grasp around your vocal chords. “Please l-let me cum, I’m b-begging.”

He just let out another hearty laugh, ignoring your cries while he fucked you even harder.

“P-please, sir....”

And then it happened. Your legs shook around him as your slick poured down his cock and tears rolled down your guilty eyes.

“I’m s-sorry!” you yelled, expecting him to chastise you for disobeying his demands. But he said nothing. Hell, he just pushed himself inside even faster, thrusting with that same focused determination. You cried even more, begging him to slow down, to stop, but the words wouldn’t reach you. You felt yourself growing brain dead, craving nothing but for his giant cock to bury itself deeper within you.

“Y’like that, Dolly? Like me fucking you like this, even though you want me to slow down?” You let out complete gibberish in response. “Or maybe you like it rough? At this rate, I could get you pregnant and you wouldn’t object, couldn’t I?”

“Nmggfsh,” you answered, trembling at his forceful movements.

“Gonna use your words? Or are you just gonna be a dumb slut?”

Your voice cracked and your brain clouded. You could understand him just fine, but you just couldn’t find the words to respond. You continued to let out unintelligible vocalizations as he fucked your hole with more intensity, with more vigor, with more abstractness, more–

"Gah!" The two of you screamed in unison as you felt his warm fluid splash inside your womb and down your thighs. You fell back into his arms as he cradled you against the seat. His sunken eyes looked down at you affectionately.

“You did so good, Dolly,” he said kindly.

Regathering your thoughts and catching your breath, you found the words to tell him, “Thank you, Kishibe.”

He rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand, and you felt his chest rumble as he let out an amiable chuckle.

“Gonna be mine now? Promise to treat you real nice, baby.”

“Mm-hmm,” you cooed.

“We can stay here for awhile, then you can come into my place to stay the night. We can head to your dorm to get your stuff in the morning.”

“That sounds great,” you replied sincerely.

Still warming his cock inside you, the two of you remained in Kishibe's car, closing your eyes to take in the ambient sounds of planes and passing vehicles outside. You weren't fully sure of what you had gotten yourself into, but if it felt like this...well, you guessed that you'd made the right decision.

#chainsaw man kishibe #chainsaw man #csm kishibe #kishibe x reader #kishibe smut #yall im sorry

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚! 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊! 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

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Swerving into the sidewalk, the female took less than 5 seconds to fit herself into the passenger seat and slam the door behind her. Stepping on the accelerator, her partner's eyes looked firmly forward as he maneuvered himself through the alleys to safely get them out of the city without having to use the main highways. Once making sure no one was following them, they both breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful that the mission had run smoothly.

"Got it?" The male asked.

Reaching into her cleavage, she took out a folded piece of paper and held it in front of him, the male slightly cringing when he saw where it had came from.

"Like taking candy from a baby." She snorted before stuffing the piece of paper in the glove compartment.

As if on cue, the small screen on the dashboard began blinking, letting them know someone was trying to contact them. Pressing the answer button, the driver looked momentarily to see the face of their leader pop up.

"Tell me neither of you got your limbs torn off." He voiced his concern.

"We're on our way back already, give us an hour and we'll be there."

Satisfied at the success of the mission, the platinum blonde male looked over at the woman who simply had her arms crossed over her chest, staring daggers at him.

"Thank you for your sacrifice Y/N." He smiled at her.

"Oh shove it up your ass Hongjoong. It was embarrassing enough to dress like a whore let alone have some middle aged man grope my body. I would rather be bored to death walting in a car like Yunho did." She was fuming, still disgusted at the ordeal she had to go through, even her partner grimaced slightly when he thought about what she had to go through.

"But it was a success right? Thanks to the fast acting sedative Yeosang gave you." Hongjoong tried to reason with her.

"Whatever, as long as she doesn't have to do those dirty jobs again I think we're fine." Yunho piped up, unconsciously gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.

Hongjoong held back a smirk threatening to form across his lips.

"All right then. I expect you both here very soon."

With the screen going black, the pair just sat there in silence, one focused on the road while the other opted for looking out the window, having no other amusement besides the endless trees surrounding their path.

"Why even would you care about me doing jobs like this?"

Yunho was not expecting her to talk let alone ask a question like that out a nowhere.

"What do you mean?"

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean. What you said to Hongjoong before, why should you care about me having to do these kinds of jobs?"

Yunho stayed quiet, pondering over his next words.

"I just....working so long with you I naturally feel an attract- a concern!...over your well being." He quickly corrected himself.

"I just think you're too talented and too good at your job to have to sink down that low just because Hongjoong wants to use the easy way."

Y/N had an amused look on her face as she listened intently to Yunho's words. Scanning him all over, she wasn't going to lie she found him extremely good looking and she'd be lying if she hadn't thought about fucking him more than once. She had often heard the snickers and teasing San and Wooyoung often directed at him too and she was more than curious to find out whether the rumors were true or not.

"You know what I think Yuyu?"

The way he suddenly straightened up and swallowed hard at the nickname did not go unnoticed by her. Taking off her seatbelt, she leaned over to him, her breath ghosting over his ear.

"I think you're jealous." She giggled when he moved his face away from her proximity.

"Why would I be jealous?" He cleared his throat, keeping a straight poker face one.

With a sly smile, Y/N began unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

"Cause some rival actually got to do what you wish you could do but are too scared to."

Yunho inhaled deeply when he felt her nose pressed up against his neck, lips dragging themselves up his jaw.

"And what exactly would that be?" Although he seemed nonchalant about her behavior, truth was he desperately wanted to know just how far the dirty bastard had gotten with his gorgeous partner.

"Oh you know the usual..... a kiss, with tongue involved." As she said that she made sure to lick the shell of his ear.

"A hand in between someone's legs, cupping a certain member."

Yunho let out a groan when he felt her hand squeeze at his growing erection, palming him through his trousers.

"Or fingers sliding up thighs and inside a little black dress."

Yunho's eyes widened significantly at her description.

"How far did they go?" His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the wheel.

"That's not important-"

"How far did he go?" The sudden raise in his voice startled her slightly, but it also meant that perhaps her plan was working.

"If you really must know.....he got 2 fingers in before passing out cold."

Y/N could see a tiny vein poking out from the side of his neck, telltale sign that he was really trying hard to not loose his temper. Looking away from her, she heard him mutter a soft 'damn him' before turning his eyes back on the road. Wanting to further anger him, she decided to throw in a little lie in her story.

"Had to readjust my dress after he was knocked out and wipe some of the spit off my chest."

Yunho's reaction was instant as he gripped her hand that up to now had still been groping at his cock, crushing her fingers in his palm.

"What do you mean wipe spit off? He saw your chest?" His pale complexion was suddenly turning a light pinkish and red shade.

"Saw, kissed, licked, bit the girls, you get the gist."

Releasing his harsh grip on her hand, Yunho took a deep breath, trying to remain calm but no longer being able to hold himself back from doing something he had been wanting to do for a long time.

"Take off your panties and spread your legs for me." He suddenly ordered her.

Y/N was so taken aback by his instructions that she looked at him as if he was crazy.

"What?"

Rolling his eyes, Yunho repeated himself.

"Take off your panties and spread your legs for me."

Turning on the cruise control on the car, Yunho looked over at Y/N, eyes burning with anger.

"Don't fucking make me repeat myself."

Y/N wanted to laugh at how silly he sounded, which he noticed how she held back a snort and he did not appreciate it.

"What if I don't want to?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't ask what you wanted, I gave you an order."

Wanting to further test him, Y/N smirked.

"Why don't you make me?"

"Gladly."

She shuddered when she heard the sound of a gun cocking and then gulped when Yunho held it right in front of her face.

"Now babygirl....let's try this again. Those panties, off." He said as he pointed the gun down at her legs.

Reaching into her dress, Y/N peeled her underwear down her legs, embarrassed about the wet patch that was in between them caused by her teasing on her partner. Looking over, Yunho chuckled when it did not go unnoticed by him. With one hand still on the steering wheel, he used the hand that held the gun and dragged it across her thigh in slow, circular motions.

"Spread those pretty legs for me now."

Tapping the inside of her thigh, the corners of his lip curled when he heard her shift in her seat, signaling that she was obeying him. Taking a peek, he was not satisfied with the results.

"Spread them out as far as your able to baby, and lift up that dress of yours. Let me see how wet your little cunt is." The gun he held was already lifting part of her dress up.

Sitting up, Y/N lifted her dress up to her waist before spreading her legs out, feeling the cool air breeze at her glistening folds. Taking his eyes off the road for a moment, Yunho admired the beautiful picture sitting next to him, all pliant and awaiting further instructions.

"Fuck you have a really pretty pussy."

Y/N bit down on her lip when she felt the barrel of his gun press against her clit before dragging her her folds, collecting much of her already formed arousal.

"What if I just shoved it inside that filthy hole of yours? Fuck you with my gun? You'd probably like that wouldn't you?"

Y/N gasped when she felt the gun poke at her entrance, her walls already tightening themselves. But instead Yunho simply pulled the gun back, bringing it up to his face before licking off the juices left over. Y/N couldn't keep her mouth from falling open slightly as she watched him practically eat up her slick. Setting the gun down on one of the cup holders, Yunho snaked his hand in between her legs, thumb pressing against her nub which had her inhaling sharply.

"Such a sensitive little one....and so responsive."

His thumb began to draw circles around her clit, flicking against it occasionally. Y/N couldn't understand how he could still be focused on maneuvering the wheel without getting distracted or being lazy with the movements on her mound. The way his thumb worked her clit was so precise, so skilled, as if he knew exact what to do to get her more and more worked up with each brush of his thumb. When he moved his thumb away it was only so he could slide one of his long and slender fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck." Y/N's hands gripped at the arm rest as she felt his finger reach so deep in her.

"What never had something this long in you before?" He snickered amusedly.

Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out the her, loving the way her walls seemed to suck him back in whenever he pulled out. Y/N decided to close her eyes and just enjoy as her longtime partner invaded her most intimate part, first with one finger which was soon joined by a second one, further stretching her out.

"So warm...." Yunho mused while curling his fingers upwards.

"That feels so good."

Yunho felt proud of himself as he heard her say that, ego boosted further by the tiny sighs her nose breathed out.

"Yeah? You like my fingers inside you baby? Like having them inside your tight pussy?"

Y/N moaned in response when he began thrusting his fingers with more force, sloppy sounds being heard throughout the car due to how wet she was. Her thighs began to close around his hand, which resulted in Yunho slipping his fingers out before landing a harsh slap on her clit that had her nearly jumping in her seat.

"Keep those legs open for me you slut. After all, that's all you're good at."

If it had been anybody else, she would have slapped them for saying that. But something about Yunho actually had her nearly cumming at his words. Spreading her legs once again, she welcomed his fingers once more, bottom lip caught in between her teeth.

"You said he got 2 fingers in? Tsk. Pathetic. I bet I can top that."

Y/N's mouth dropped open into a perfect oval shape as Yunho stuffed yet a third finger in her, momentarily slowing his pace down so he could brush the tips of his fingers against the roof of her walls. He knew he found what he was looking for when she let out a particularly loud moan and her legs shook.

"Found you."

Y/N began writhing in her seat as Yunho jammed his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace, his tips always making sure to brush at her g-spot. Yunho had a smug grin throughout the whole time, every 5 seconds or so he looked back to watch Y/N's blushed face as his hand fucked her.

"If you're already this worked up about just my fingers, I can't wait to see what you'll be like when I'm fucking you balls deep."

Y/N whipped her head at him after he said that, her incredulous eyes meeting his haughty ones.

"Yes Y/N, this is merely a prep to get you ready for my cock. I need you stretched open so you can fit my massive cock inside that tiny pussy of yours."

Y/N threw her head back as she began picturing getting fucked by his cock.

"Oh my- oh my God! Fuck!"

Yunho's speed never slowed down even after he felt her cum all over his fingers, wanting her to keep the high for as long as possible. He wanted to make sure he managed to get her to spill out as much as possible. Only until he felt her come down from her high did he remove his fingers from inside her. Holding them up to her lips, his thumb grazed her bottom lip.

"Taste yourself baby."

Her mouth opened and enveloped his fingers inside it. She hummed against his fingers as she sucked off her juices off them. Yunho didn't pull them out of her mouth until he was sure she had licked them clean. Wiping himself off on his pants, he then undid his zipper and began pulling himself out of his tight confinement.

"Be a good girl and suck me off baby. Put that pretty mouth of yours to work."

Seeing him whip out his massive length had her drooling over it. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life and she couldn't believe that she'd actually have that in her soon, no doubt destroying and rearranging her insides. As she kept staring at it, she was smacked out of her trance when Yunho harshly yanked her down by her hair and pressed her face against his dick.

"Are you already too dumb to obey a simple order from just getting fingered? Or from seeing my huge cock?"

With his grip still on her hair, Yunho guided her so her nose brushed all around his length, making her sniff him which she gladly did.

"If you're really that much of a cockslut then you should have no problem sucking me off. Now get to it."

Opening her mouth, Y/N first took his thick head in her mouth, giving his slit a little dig with her tongue which made Yunho groan. Being in the mood for teasing him, she kept only his head in her mouth for the meantime, sometimes pulling off to give his slit sweet kitten licks before slurping around it once more, making sure to moan as dramatically as she could.

Knowing what her game was, Yunho wasn't having any of it.

"I know you can do a lot better than that you slut. Or did you forget how to suck dick?"

Putting one hand on the back of her head, he smoothed out her hair, petting and stroking her head in such a caring and tender way, all while having a sadistic look plastered on.

"It's ok, let me remind you."

Y/N gagged as she felt Yunho push her down his length, her nose hitting against his pubic bone. He held her there for a few seconds before pulling her back up from her hair. Letting her gasp for air first, Yunho fisted some more of her hair in his fingers before shoving her back down his length. His hips would often come up to stuff more of his length down her throat. Her mouth was so warm and he loved hearing her choke around his cock. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out as much as possible, sucking as much as Yunho as she could without gagging too much. The car was filled with her slurping and gagging sounds, and whenever Yunho would look down to see the mess she was it only fueled the feeling that was brewing in his lower stomach.

"Shit! You're going to make me cum- cum inside your mouth."

Yunho tried so hard to focus on not swerving out of the lane. He was thankful it was a deserted road that hardly anyone used, otherwise he would never have gotten away with face fucking Y/N as he drove. Hearing him finally start spewing out lewd sounds from his mouth had made Y/N proud. Sloppily, she kept deepthroating him, letting his head hit the back of her mouth as her hand reached over to cup his balls, massaging them in her palms.

Yunho began frantically bucking his hips up.

"Shit! I'm going to cum- Oh fuck!."

Swiftly pulling her off him, she had saliva trickling down her chin, lips swollen and red after making her practically swallow him whole. Y/N was confused when Yunho suddenly got off the road and parked the car. Struggling to take off his seatbelt, Yunho turned his attention to her.

"Backseat."

Getting the hint, Y/N got out of the car, pulling the rest of her dress over her head in the process. Opening the door, she quickly climbed into the backseat where seconds after Yunho joined her. He practically slammed the door behind him. Pulling his pants further down, he began pumping himself, spreading more of his precum around his shaft.

"Get on top of me."

Not needing to be told twice, Y/N climbed on top with his lap, a little too earnestly given how she hit her head on the roof of the car.

"Watch your head." He teased her.

"Fuck off." She hissed as she rubbed her head.

Holding her hips, Yunho lifted her up and then sunk her down onto his length. Y/N shuddered then stood still as his enormous length ripped right through her, stretching her far beyond anything she ever felt.

"I'd rather fuck you if you don't mind."

Y/N couldn't contain her whimpers and shrieks as Yunho slammed his hips into her, fingers digging into her ass to hold her down on his lap. Her hands held onto the top of the seats to keep herself from bouncing too much and accidentally hitting her head again. She cried out harder when Yunho angled his hips so he'd hit at her g-spot over and over again. Their heavy panting and breathing, mixed with the steam and sweat their bodies were producing was staring to make the windows fog up.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you."

Y/N gasped when one of his hands came up to wrap itself around her neck, not pressing down at it but it made her shiver in anticipation at what he was going to do.

"Seeing you parade yourself in such short skirts during meetings, bending down and having everybody stare at your ass or tits-"

Letting out an animalistic growl, Yunho's hand gripped her jaw tightly, squishing her cheeks together to the point of hurting.

"Made me want to bend you over the table and spank your ass red before fucking it in front of everyone."

Releasing her jaw, his hand once more went to her neck, except now he gripped it tightly, cutting off part of her oxygen intake. Yunho grunted as he felt her walls compress around his length. Leaning his head to her chest, he began to suck and bite all across her breasts and sternum, not satisfied until he was sure to leave purple marks on it. Yunho continued to bounce her on his cock, loving the way her eyes shut tightly and her mouth stayed agape and poured out such sinful sounds. Because of his hand on her neck, she tried to warn him that she was about to cum but instead gibberish came out.

He understood though what she was trying to say.

"Awww is my little slut going to cum so soon? How desperate and needy were you that you're about to burst anytime now?"

Y/N began tearing up at his words and the endless strokes of his head hitting so deep in her.

"Or do you just love my monster cock that much?"

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began quivering on top of him.

"Fuck! Yes- love your monster- oh god!"

Feeling her cum all over him, it didn't take no more than a couple more roll of his hips for Yunho to start pumping his seed into her, deep and raspy grunts spilling from his throat as he continued to grind himself into her so as to ride out their orgasms.

Once they both came down from their highs, Yunho tilted Y/N's face up so he could kiss her. His kiss was desperate and his lips would harshly nip and tuck at her bottom lip, biting down and making it more swollen than it already was.

"You're mine now doll. I'm claiming you as my own. From now on anybody who wants you has to step over my dead body first."

Y/N giggled and blushed at his words, not against being Yunho's property one bit. Her fingers ran themselves through his hair as she kissed him back with the same amount of passed he had. Their kiss was interrupted by the loud buzzing of Yunho's phone.

"Shit." Yunho muttered as he reached for his phone, grimacing when he saw it was Hongjoong.

"Hello?"

Hongjoong's voice boomed through the speaker.

"Where the fuck are you two?! It's been over 2 hours! You should have been back a long ass time ago!"

They both looked at each other, trying hard not to burst out laughing.

"Uh.....we stopped for ice cream?" Yunho tried to make up an excuse.

"I'm not in the mood for games Yunho, so tell me what the fuck happened. Did you two get chased?"

With a shit eating grin on his face, Yunho stared straight at Y/N as he said the next words.

"Well if you really want to know, I just got done fucking my sweet partner in the backseat of the car."

They could hear Hongjoong wheezing while someone in the background started screaming hysterically.

"And you're going to be waiting for us more cause I'm not done with her yet...."

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