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why do I not hate it

request from sibling

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

pairing(s); ino takuma x fem!sorcerer reader, (mention of ino takuma x fem!reader x kento nanami)

summary; You’ve taught him all you could, now it was time for him to try his own hand. Ino wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

word count; 1.5k

warning(s); SMUT : >, ino gives you head, degrading, praise, sub!ino, small age gap ino is 23 r is 27, mention of threesome (heeheheheh), idk bud is just pathetic

A/n: GIFs; —@galarrapidash & @jesuistrestriste— THANK YOU GUYS FOR 2k!

“Tell me it doesn’t matter.” Ino watches leaned against the doorframe of your shared as you simply look over your shoulder rubbing a body butter up your legs, the legs that he worships. Your eyebrows furrow the extra skin gathering between your forehead while you maintain eye contact.

“Tell me it doesn’t matter if we don’t win in Shibuya tomorrow… if I don’t gain Nanami’s watch” The brunette’s voice dies out and your lips purse. Shaking your head the delicate strands moving along in sync with the movement; you turn your attention back to moisturizing your skin.

“No. You tell me if it matters you’re the professional jujitsu sorcerer, Takuma.” Rising to your feet the navy blue slip dress that he bought for you sits loose against your skin. He identifies it easily, he’d bought it for you after he earned his first check from sorcery. Sitting the tub of body care on the charcoal grey nightstand in the overly priced hotel you finally turn to look at him. The sound of his last name on your lips sending shivers up his spine reminding him of when you refused to address him casually.

“I’m not a nun. I’m not your mommy.”

“I’m just asking you’ll love me no matter what.” Ino called back, fiddling with the ring around his middle finger.

“What am I? Your God?” You huff a small chuckle, taking a seat to position yourself on the fluffy white duvet that always seemed to be the same.

“Yeah.” The tanned skin boy huffed back and you close your mouth shut. A moment passes,

Then two.

“You can beat him.” You were a mystery to Ino even after all this time however, you had yet to lie to him.

“What if I don’t? How are you going to look at me if I can’t beat Mahito?” The brunette’s gaze finally lifts from his scarred hands, big brown eyes falling over the outline of your body. Your eyes find his or his finds you, he can’t quite tell. They’re low, sultry, and bring him against his will —as if he’d back out anyway—.

“Just like this.” Another moment.

Another two.

“I’m going to say something. It’s probably gonna make you angry. I need you to hear me out, okay? I don’t wanna get Nanami’s watch rather we win at Shibuya or not.” Takuma’s arms fall to his sides as he fiddles with his fingers. You sigh, closing your eyes for a quick moment while nodding your head. He waits for them to open before he continues on.

“I’m still gonna go for it. I’m still gonna try but… I don’t need Nanami’s approval. I need yours. I don’t wanna be one of those guys who doesn’t know when to walk away, okay? Who- who, doesn’t choose his partners approval over their hero’s advice. It’s embarrassing to still be doing this shit when you’re a grown ass man.” Your head swivels before you shrug

“Okay.”

“Okay?” The masked sorcerer turns his attention away from the opposite side of the door frame that he had his back pressed upon.

“If you wanna quit being a jujitsu sorcer, you can quit being a jujitsu sorcerer let alone gain someone’s approval. You don’t need my permission.” You wouldn’t admit that your heart skips a beat when the brunette turns his back towards you, not taking more than three steps he spins back of his heel. He watches you watch him, gently dive his top half on the mattress legs still standing on the ground. The position forces him to look up to you.

“We’ve been doing this together. We’ve always been doing this together” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“I’m your Sensai. Okay, I work for you.”

“Teach me then.”

“I am teaching you.” Your voice gets a bit sharper, a little more firm.

“I’m fighting for both of us, Y/n. I know that.” You take a breath and your shoulders rise and fall with it. With your bottom lip between your teeth you stare down at Takuma with tired eyes.

“If you don’t win tomorrow, I’ll leave you.” You shake your head as the second grade plants his face in the sheets with a deep, shaky, sigh. The back of his head stared back at you, his rich brunette hair that adorned his shoulders falling to the sides of his face. You run your fingers through it, from his hairline to his nape.

“I’m serious. Does that help you?” Your voice is nothing above a whisper now. Your hands continue to keep themselves busy as your nails repeatedly soothe themselves through his scalp. Sniffing flowing through the air before the boy finally brings his head up to sit in your hand. Your thumb softly swipes across his cheek like windshield wipers blades, you glance down on the features of his face —a pout occupying his lips—. Takuma places a plethora of kisses to the inside of your wrist before continuing up your forearm and quickly to your shoulder. You allow him to settle his whole body on the bed before you take his lips against you, hands settled on the side of his neck. He hikes himself higher for a second to rest his velvet like lips on your forehead for a beat before coming back down your shoulder. The brunette leaves kisses in his wake sniffles not yet dying down but almost amplifying. Resting his head in your lap as he presses a kiss to your knee, the knee. You both sit in silence for the amount of time, you cannot count.

The peck against the surface of your panties almost makes you flinch, almost. Your gaze falls down to Takuma whose face isn’t visible to you; head in between your thighs laying gentle touches in between them with his lips.

“Ino.” You warn

“Please… just please let me do this.” There’s a slight whine to his voice as he licks a stripe up the thin cloth of the black cotton. You can feel his warm tongue through the material. With hesitation you temporarily raise your hips from the mattress while he’s quick to pull your undergarment down before he’s plunging nose deep in between your slicking folds. Your hand grabs a chunk of hair, your thigh gets thrown over your shoulder.

“Can’t go five minutes without h-having your mouth on something, huh? So needy Takuma.” The brunette whines into your cunt, the vibrations make your breath hitch in your throat.

“Please, please. I need it so bad” With no remorse, he’s squeezing his hot tongue In between your folds attending to your throbbing clit. The second grade begins to buck his hips into the sheets searching for any type of friction to soothe his half hard cock. Ino moves his lanky fingers to circle your sopping hole before inserting two fingers. He looks up at you for approval, strands of loose hair sticking to his forehead, eyes glossy and doe like a puppy.

“Need you s-so bad mommy, so bad. Only n-need you.” The brunettes back to lapping your juices with his tongue not letting anything slip by.

“Yeah? I see the way you look at Nanami, maybe I should ask him if he could do something with that whore-ish cock of yours.” Ino lets a high pitched moan slip between his lip, his hips that were once rutting into the sheets at a steady pace now stutter in their wake. You begin to grind your pussy over the mouth presented to you and Takuma’s fingers frenzy thrusting into your plush insides through the ring of muscle.

“Fuckk, pleasemommypleasemommyplease-” The moan he produces is damn right pornographic and it’s not long before he’s looping an arm around you pulling your warm, slick, cunt impossibly closer. While being nose deep into your pussy, Takuma borderline suckles on your clit like he would your hardened nipples when the cool air becomes too much on nights and you groan at the intensity of it all. Fingers pressed into your entrance, a hot tongue circling around your bud, and all of a sudden the chord in your stomach is moments away from snapping.

“Need you to finish, need to taste all of it. Please.” The brunette realizes when you finish almost immediately, your warm walls are squeezing his fingers so tight that it could cut the circulation. You’re quivering, vision spoty, and eyes rolled to the back of your head, and that’s all he needs to shoot white streams into his boxers like a horny teenager. You’re both panting while you throw an arm over your eyes, your opposite hand placed on the back of his neck rubbing your thumb up and down his nape.

“You did good Takuma, you did good.”

💌💌💌💌

we’re gonna act like I haven’t posted in three months…

I need —active— moots please 😓 (show it to me please!☹️ send it to me Rachel 😓)

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EHHEHHEHDUXUDHS im ready to make a fic chat

too busy being yours 🌇

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STOMACH DROPPED! MEOWWWWWWW😻😻😻

something i had in mind for days

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Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

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i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten

big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating

c/w: none

you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off

he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child

he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!

huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,

“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air

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toge’s reaction to yuuji thinking his technique is cool is so cute

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based on a conversation with @fynn-arcana

not my drawings, my edit

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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Umm can we show more love for the series wtf!? It’s so good😫

Light in the Dark

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☆ Content: f!reader, jjk au, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, depression, implied suicidal ideation, implied ED, mentions of blood (nosebleed)

☆ Word Count: 6.1k

You found yourself hanging out with Toji more often than not, much to your surprise. Sometimes it’d be a simple dinner at home or a trip to the store so you could share his car instead of carrying bags home. “Don’t need ya freezing to death out here, it’s winter,” he’d say to convince you.

Other times you would be invited out with Megumi to share some quality time as a way to make up for the drunken night with Toji or if he needed some help with his homework.

Tonight was one of those nights.

It started with some family games before dinner that led into a movie night where Megumi begged to watch Kung Fu Panda to see all the “cool talking animals.”

“Kid’s finally asleep,” he says, sinking back down into his spot on the couch with a thump. “Now we can actually watch something a little more exciting for two adults,” he huffed.

“How can you say that wasn’t fun?” you feign shock. “I bet Megumi’s going to be doing kung fu moves all week or give you the wuxi finger hold.”

“I can fight better,” he scoffs, to which you giggle. “I’m sure I could give any dragon warrior a run for their money.” Toji raised the sleeve of his sweater upwards to flex with a cocky grin over his face.

“Okay, Tai Lung,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “Whatever you say.”

Toji laughed while grabbing the remote, “Just for that, I’m picking the next movie.” He started flipping through the available options until landing on an old classic, Bride of Chucky. “Perfect,” he smirked, leaning back against the couch like he owns the place (he does).

The movie right away picks up with an intro to the main character, Tiffany Valentine, paired with a catchy tune as she kills a man in cold blood. Following that scene, you’re introduced to the other star of the show, the possessed doll himself.

Toji might’ve thought the combination of blood and murderous dolls would have you leaning into him out of fear, but to his surprise (and disappointment), you weren’t. There are scarier things in the world to worry about over TV violence. The most he got out of you was a recoil you made as Chucky kills Tiffany’s boyfriend while he’s strapped to her bed.

“That’s what gets a reaction out of you?” he questions while looking at you.

“Hey, the stabbing is one thing, but piercings getting yanked out?” you shudder. “No thank you.”

“Would’ve thought you’d be a little more afraid of the creepy ass doll running around with a knife…” he paused as the scene came on of Chucky killing Tiffany in her bathtub, “…or a TV.”

“Maybe if we’re talking about Slappy from Goosebumps, but Chucky I can enjoy.” You reached into the popcorn to grab a handful, humming along ever so softly to Call Me.

Toji chuckled, “You’re one weird girl, I’ll give you that.” He then took his own handful of popcorn as well. What is it about you? He wonders to himself. You have such a way of keeping him interested and wishing to know more. This frightful “rabbit” of a neighbor who enjoys horror movies, uncaring to all the blood and violence; a model by day and an owl at night; a woman who a short bit ago was a stuttering mess and now sits next to him on his own couch joking away.

You’re different than the usual women he meets, and he knows he’s only begun to scratch the surface of all your mysteries. Every glimpse he gets into the iceberg that is your life is akin to a breath of fresh air in an otherwise still atmosphere.

Throughout the rest of the movie, even if you weren’t clinging to him to shield your eyes, he still had his ways of keeping the distance close. From the “accidental” touches while grabbing popcorn, to the arm he slung behind your head over the neck of the sofa; it’s like watching an awkward teenager’s first movie date in real-time. In reality, this is far newer of an experience for you than the man with a child to his name.

You can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to this that he hasn’t said, but you can’t deny that you enjoy him and the attention. You haven’t tried to ask of his relationship status, nor has he mentioned anything regarding it.

Toji’s sweet and he makes you laugh. It’s all you could ever hope to have with a significant other and you have that right now as friends. You know for a fact that Shoko would be in your ear begging you to kiss him and shoot for the stars, or in this case “see stars,” but is it worth the risk of messing it up what you have now?

Am I just that touch-starved? Yes.

Thankfully (or not), it didn’t come to any of that, and the two of you pleasantly enjoyed the rest of the movie in each other’s company.

Toji stood up from the couch, stretching his limbs, and collecting all the leftover dishes to clean. “I’d say we should watch another, but then I’ll be late for work.” You swear you could hear him pouting even with his back turned.

“There’s always other nights we can get together.”

“I think we should just start Megs early with the good stuff. What do you say about watching Alien next time?” he turned to you with a mischeavous grin.

“Yeah, and scar the poor kid for the rest of his life over the spaghetti scene? I don’t think so.”

“Hey, I saw much worse at an earlier than him and look how I turned out.”

“It’s a miracle you’re sane.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I vote next time we watch Finding Nemo with him. I’m sure he’d love that one especially when one of the characters is a lot like you.”

His eyebrows knitted with confusion. “In what way could I possibly resemble a fish?”

You giggled, “well for one, Gill is tough, smart, and cares for his friends; and two, you both have similar features like the color black, the focused eyes, even facial scars.” You held your tongue at the mention of his scar.

You weren’t sure if it was an uncomfortable topic or not to him since neither of you brought it up before. You know just as well as anyone that it may not be the easiest to talk about, especially if there’s some unknown trauma attached to it versus something like falling into a sticker bush.

Toji had his back facing you again as he was bent over the sink rinsing dishes, so you were unable to see his expression even if you wanted to know if you crossed a line. “I’m sorry, I─“

“You think I’m all that, do ya?” He interrupted with an amused snort. “I bet I’m tougher than any fish in the sea,” he tells you again, flexing both of his arms this time in the air. If he was wearing a tight shirt, then maybe you could see if his back muscles compare… but you quickly stopped that thought lest you make a fool of yourself drooling.

You wish in relief, “I guess I should compare you to an orca instead.”

He turns to you with a toothy grin, “now that’s a better comparison for someone like me.”

The two of you chatted for a little while longer while cleaning up. Once you both finished, you took your belongings in hand as he walked you out.

“I’ll see you later then. Hope you have an easy time at work.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He followed you out of his apartment, hovering in the threshold as you started to enter yours. “Try not to have any nightmares later.

“If I have any, then I know who to blame,” you teased. “Goodnight, Toji.”

Once inside your apartment, you practically skipped over to your couch to pet Tsumiki who was eagerly waiting. You took a few breaths to calm down, but you couldn’t help but feel so giddy. It’s nice having someone like Toji in your life for the first time in a long while. It feels like nothing could possibly go wrong right now.

You haven’t looked at your phone in the hours you’ve spent next-door, so that was the first thing you opted to check up on. There were several notifications greeting you.

The first were some cheers from work about the magazine finally being released to the public alongside compliments from Mr. Nanami.

The second were the obligatory instagram mentions, most namely from Satoru with some of his choice photos from the shoot.

Lastly, the third set of notifications were all the various users blowing up your feed.

A pit formed in your stomach as you scrolled through all the posts. Comment after comment just filled with hate targeting you.

Who does she think she is being that close to him?

It’s your job.

she’s just using him for clout lmao loser

You couldn’t care less about that.

I bet it was torture for him :(

she’s not even that pretty

Should’ve just been Satoru on the cover

No matter how much you wanted to stop looking, shut your device off, and grind it into a thousand pieces in a blender, you couldn’t.

You aren’t new to hateful remarks, nor are you to others putting you down. It’s to be expected no matter what you do thanks to internet anonymity, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

They’re jealous.

You know that.

Just some obsessed fans wishing it was them with him instead of you.

You know that too.

Why didn’t you just stay in your lane? You don’t deserve the recognition, good or bad. It’s your fault this is happening. You could’ve lived your life as a flower on the wall but instead you chose to flaunt yourself and all your flaws for the world to see and poke at for entertainment. All those comments are right, you know? You even say much worse to yourself in the mirror you pass by every single day.

You toss your head back, “I know.”

For a while, all you could bring yourself to do was stare blankly at your phone and all the hateful replies being added every passing minute. It’s a given after all considering Satoru’s astonishingly high follower count.

At the grace of some higher power, you finally got an excuse to stop tormenting yourself as you watched your phone shut down from a low battery. You threw it aside and curled into a fetal position, letting the tears freely fall onto your knees.

You must’ve cried yourself to sleep you later realize after opening your eyes to the midday light pouring into your apartment. Begrudgingly, you pushed yourself off the couch listening to every bone creak like floors in a dated house. You plugged your phone in to charge and returned to the kitchen to feed Tsumiki her breakfast because unlike you, she deserves to eat.

After a few more morning (afternoon) chores, you looked to your phone to see how things were today. The answer?

Worse.

More of the same shit, but with the added bonus of threats pooling in your DMs and on all your own posts. Courtesy of the people who have nothing better to do than wish harm upon you for breathing the same air as their celebrity crush. Speaking of,

Satoru Gojo heyyy sugu, shoko, and I are going out to that club again later to celebrate! you up to join???

You Sorry, I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on :( hope you guys have fun though!

Satoru Gojo boooo :( well if you change your mind, we’ll be there! <3

Look at you lying. Aren’t these supposed to be your friends?

“Yeah, I know. I’m the worst,” you sigh.

Most of the time your bed is the only place you want to be, all wrapped up and cozy under layers of blankets and pillows relaxing away.

Other times it feels like a prison. All the fabric acting as chains bounding you to eternal damnation. Those days you’re unwilling to move or even try to escape your fate.

Like always, you gave in, sinking down into the cold sheets to stare up at the blank white ceiling, counting all the scuffs and spots you make a mental note to clean later whenever you feel capable of doing it.

It seems so easy for others to be able to ignore all the drama and intrusive thoughts, going right back to living their lives like normal functioning beings. Yet here you are, wallowing in your own misery not wanting to do anything but cry and cry some more, even when all your tears have long since dried up.

It's depressing.

You’re depressed.

And you hate yourself more for not being able to stop it.

A pitifully weak waste of air.

A few unremarkable days have gone by since then, and you showed no signs of feeling not even slightly better. At least you stopped crying, but maybe all the tears are just dried up and gone. You wake up late to mindlessly complete and work you have, all before sitting down to try and eat something.

You’re not even sure why you bother. There’s barely any taste and you don’t have the appetite to eat more than a few bites. “What a waste of food,” you think to yourself each time before moving on to some other meaningless thing to pass the time until you’re able to sleep once more.

You ended up going to the store one afternoon. You try and say it’s to get Tsumiki some more food or toys, but your fridge needed some refilling as much as you had no desire to eat anything above that of a “girl dinner”.

Your outfit for this trip didn’t do much either to help your confidence out. Sometimes it helps to get all nice and pretty, but now all you want to do is hide under a lazy put together outfit scarce of any metal or jewel to adorn your skin. You can’t help but scowl at yourself in the mirror as though you weren’t the one who chose to wear the fit, but what’s the point?

On your way back from the store, you kept your eyes down at the sidewalk, counting cement tiles to think of anything else to keep your mind at bay. That was until you noticed your neighbor hunched over next to an idled car in front of the building.

The hairs on your neck stood straight up at the sight of his deathly cold stare aimed at whoever was inside the vehicle. Never have you seen Toji express remotely any type of anger like he holds now. Compared to cursed dolls, this is much scarier.

Who is he talking to?

You kept quiet to avoid disturbing whatever was going on and slipped into the building’s front door, heading up the stairs as quickly as you can to get back inside your home.

“Hey.”

Your body tensed up. You wanted to avoid talking to him if you could. He doesn’t need to be burdened with your troubles and you keep telling yourself anyways that you want to be alone right now.

Taking your hand off the knob, you turn around halfway to meet his gaze. “Hey Toji,” you weakly smile.

The fire you previously saw in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by one of his usual stoic faces.

“I saw your friends the other night at the bar. Surprised you weren’t with em.”

“yeah, I─ wasn’t really feeling it that day.”

He raised his hand to scratch his nape, looking you over. “I’ve got some time before my shift if you wanted to that fish movie or somethin’.”

“I’m sorry, I’m kind of busy with work tonight.” You bit your lip nervously. “Some other night?”

“Yeah, no problem.” He pouted slightly with disappointment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, turning back to your door and opening it. “See you later.”

“See y─“ the door shut, leaving Toji standing there confused. Weird.

You slid your back down the door, sitting on the floor with your head in your hands. “What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n?”

It took you several minutes and the worried meows of Tsumiki before you stood up to put your purchases away. After that, you crawled right back under the covers of your prison for some good old blue light exposure therapy.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point, only to wake up to the sound of someone knocking at your front door. Glancing at the phone still clutched in your hand, you saw it was a little after midnight.

Approaching the door slowly and without any noise to alert whoever it is that someone’s home, you peer into the peephole. No one. You turn away, only for another knock to occur. Against your better judgement, you cautiously open the door.

“Megumi?” you look down at the teary-eyed boy clutching his frog plush tightly in his arms. “What’s wrong, did something happen?”

“I had a bad dream,” he sniffled. You could see his lips starting to quiver with oncoming sobs.

“C’mere, Gumi.” You pick him up into your arms, walking back inside towards your couch. “There, there,” you coo, rubbing soft shapes over his back as you settle down onto the cushion.

He held onto you tightly like a baby koala, your shirt inevitably collecting the tears that fell like rain out of his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, and he shakes his head in response. “That’s okay, you don’t have to. I’m right here with you and you’re safe now.” You pick up your phone to message Toji.

You Hey, Megumi’s with me right now. He’s fine, just had a nightmare is all and came over.

Toji Fushiguro shit, you mind helping him back to sleep? he’ll be fine so you don’t gotta stay afterwards

You No worries 👍

“You want to try going back to sleep?” He whines at the thought with his tiny hands doing all they can to stay attached to you.

“Don’t leave me, please…” he sniffles into the fabric of your shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere, Gumi,” you tell him. After a few minutes spent calming him down, you end up taking him to your bed instead of his own, tucking him into the still warm spot from your earlier nap.

He grumbled a bit, but was unable to fight his heavy eyelids once you began humming a lullaby from your childhood, running your fingers through his hair in slow, calming motions to soothe him to sleep.

“ma..ma…” he mumbles, making your heart ache.

For a while you remained with him, forgetting your own troubles at you watch Megumi peacefully sleep. Tsumiki ended up joining you both, curling up at Megumi’s side. “How sweet,” you thought.

You He’s sound asleep in my place.

Toji Fushiguro thanks, doll, be there right after my shift ends.

This time when a knock sounded at the front door, you were already expecting it and weren’t startled.

“Hey Toji,” you greet, parting the door for him to enter.

Unlike the time before when Toji came to your apartment at this hour, there weren’t any candles or ambient light filling the space, no background music, no muted show on TV; just you, standing there under the light of the entryway.

“Did I wake you?” he asks with a puzzled look.

“No, I haven’t slept yet,” you admit.

Your answer only served to confuse him further. He can’t quite explain it yet, just that something about you is… off.

He could say you look tired, but it is around five in the morning. Who isn’t tired at that time? Before he could open his mouth, you had already started walking towards your bedroom. He sighed, following behind you.

“He looks right at home,” Toji smiled, brushing Megumi’s hair, and giving Tsumiki some scratches as well. Pretty soon, the sound of her purring filled the silence. He carefully took Megumi into his arms, careful not to disturb his slumber. The two of you then walked back out to your entryway.

“Thanks for watching the kid,” he paused, looking at you, “About earlier…”

You finally look up at his eyes and notice the swirl of emotions running through his emerald orbs.

“…Is everything okay? Did I do something to upset you?”

“Oh. No, no─I’m…sorry about that.” Shit. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What’s up then, cause you’ve been actin wei─" Megumi started to stir in his sleep, no doubt disrupted.

“I’m okay Toji, really,” you try and reassure him, even if it was yet another lie to come out of your mouth. It’s not his problem.

You aren’t sure he even bought it, especially not after he made a grunting sound all the while examining at you with a intent stare.

“Alright, but if there is something bothering you, just talk to me, okay?”

You opened the front door for him, “Will do, thanks. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He dipped his head to you before the door shut completely.

After he left, the apartment you stood in suddenly felt colder than ever. You hated lying to Toji. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve to have to deal with your feelings either, your thoughts whispered to you.

You went on to feed Tsumiki her dinner before meandering back into bed, curling up into a ball to face the window. Even under the mound of blankets, you couldn’t shake how cold you were feeling. The dimly lit sky seemed to relate with you.

When was the last time you could see the stars shining proud?

You yourself felt like a bright star once. One that floated easily through the cold expanse of time and space without issue. But unlike those other stars, there was no spectacular supernova at the end of it all. No rainbow plumes of stardust to show the universe how well of a life you led.

Instead, it was more like a flip of a switch. Shining one day like normal and the next, a bleak void of what you were before, absent of light.

You rolled away to face the wall on the opposite side of your room, moving your hands to clasp either shoulder in a self-embrace.

I miss the warmth.

You woke up alone for once in bed, and as far as you could see, Tsumiki wasn’t in your room. You got up to investigate, figuring maybe she would already be on the couch or in a window watching birds, but to your dismay, she wasn’t in those spots either.

…Strange? Maybe she’ll come out for breakfast?

So you tried, preparing her usual pampered meal in her dish, using it to make some noise.

“Tsumiki~ where are you?” you call.

Nothing.

Where is she!? She couldn’t have gotten out, right?

Now you were starting to freak out, running around and checking under and behind every piece of furniture hoping to find her. Eventually you did find her, all huddled up in your closet.

“There you are!” You reach out to grab her. “You had me so worried.” She doesn’t do anything to resist, no purrs or mewls either, just laying there quietly.

You bring her out to the kitchen and place her down in front of her bowl to which she sniffs the food and then turns to walk away to some other corner of your apartment.

“Fuck, Tsumi, don’t do this to me.” Your heart started beating out of your chest, tears threatening to burst from your eyes. “What’s the matter, baby? Are you okay?”

Fuck! What do I do!?

You stand there biting at your lip while you think for a moment before running to get your phone. Google was far from helpful, the results akin to what any WebMD page has to say about human symptoms (aka you’re already dead).

By this point you’re hysterical. This was not at all the time for something like this to happen, especially for it to be Tsumiki. When it rains, it pours, and right now it feels like a hurricane is localized above your head.

She needs a vet.

You can’t run with her all the way across town.

Call a taxi.

Waiting will just prolong whatever she’s suffering from.

You need your own car.

You don’t have one.

…

“Toji.”

You run out in front of his door and begin frantically knocking, desperately hoping he’s home. After a couple minutes, the door opens to reveal the shirtless, half-asleep man.

“Toji? I-I-I─“

“Woah, woah. Slow down,” he interrupted, snapping himself awake given the urgency. He placed his hands on top of your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Tears were pouring down your face as you bordered the line of becoming an inconsolable mess. “It’s Tsumiki, she’s sick, I don’t know! I need to get her to a vet but─“

“Go get her, I’ll get my keys.” He brought his thumb up to your face, wiping away a few of the tears with the pad of his thumb. “Try to breathe, okay?” You nodded.

Once he released you, you ran back inside for Tsumiki, placing her gently into her transport. Toji walked into your apartment at the same time, grabbing the crate from you with ease.

He settled her down in the backseat where you immediately followed inside to stay at her side, hunched over the crate. Toji ran around the bumper to the driver side, barely getting his seatbelt on before pulling out onto the main road.

From time to time, he’d look back at you through the mirror to see how you were doing, listening to every sniffle you made between coos meant to comfort your beloved kitten. When you arrived at the emergency clinic, Toji helped carry her inside again with you, leading the way towards the receptionist with his hand enveloping yours.

“Hi, may I please have your name and a brief description of what seems to be the problem?”

“Y/N L/N, it’s m-my cat, Tsumiki. She’s sick I think, she won’t eat and isn’t acting like her normal self.”

“Okay…one moment please,” they began typing away into the computer in front of them.

As you stood there barely able to contain yourself from breaking down further, you felt Toji’s hand move to your shoulder. His thumb moved in slow, reassuring motions to help calm you.

“If you could just fill this chart out, the doctor will be with you as soon as they’re ready.” The receptionist passed over a clipboard and pen for you to take.

The waiting area had several tables and couches to take advantage of. Toji placed Tsumiki’s crate on a spot directly in front of you both while you sat down and began filling out the required information on the chart.

Your legs and hands were trembling uncontrollably, and you could only hope whoever the unlucky soul who gets these papers is going to be able to read your handwriting.

“Hey,” Toji cupped your dominant hand with his own, steadying you. “Breathe. I know it’s tough, but you gotta try and stay calm for Tsumiki. You aren’t going to be helpful to her if you suddenly drop over.”

“I can’t let anything happen to her.” You leaned forward in your seat, hunching over in the process to rest your head against your knees. Toji moved his arm around you, pulling you against him. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her, she’s─“ you choked a sob between words, “she’s all I have left. Without her, I…I can’t.”

Toji’s other arm came around to pull you completely into his embrace, your head now buried against his chest, muffling any sobs you can’t help but make.

“That’s not true,” he began, speaking in a stern yet calm tone, “You have me, Megs, those other friends you got drunk with, your boss even! You told me all of this yourself. You are not alone, not anymore.”

“Toji, I─“ you pulled your head off his chest in a second, you hand moving just as fast to clutch your nose. “Shit!”

Toji’s eyes widened upon seeing the blood appear around your palm, dripping down your arm. Thankfully the waiting area had plenty of tissues, so he wasted no time in snatching up a box and putting one to your nose.

“Oh god, your shirt! I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” he scoffed. “A bit of blood is nothing. I’m more worried about you right now.”

“I’m sorry Toji,” your head dropped. “I’m such a mess right now, I don’t mean to burden you.”

You felt his hand settle on the crown of your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Let your knight in shining armor be there for you,” he says playfully. It earns him the hint of a smile on your face and a short-lived laugh, but that’s all he could ask for right now.

“L/N?” a voice called out. “We’re ready for you over here!”

You stood up and reached for the handle of Tsumiki’s carrier. “Hey Toji? Do you mind…coming with me, please?”

Toji smiled, “Not at all, princess.” He then left his seat and followed you into the exam room.

When all was said and done, Toji drove you back home and walked you back into your apartment. He placed the carrier gently on the ground for you to open, allowing Tsumiki to roam free again.

You were still crouched on the floor as you put your palms to your face to hide your embarrassment. “I feel so stupid… All of that for a simple tummy ache of all things.”

“Hey, it shows how much you love her. Can’t fault yourself for that.”

“I’m sorry I took so much time out of your day.” You thought back to when he opened the door shirtless, causing you to blush. “Looked like you were sleeping too when I came around.”

“What did I say about the apologies, princess? You have nothing to be sorry about.” He kneeled in front of you, the fabric of his jeans bunching up and rubbing against your leg. “I would like to know what else is bothering you though. I know for a fact it’s more than just what happened with Tsumiki.”

Remaining quiet, you stand up and move to the couch. You tuck your knees to your chest as he followed you over, sitting down onto a spot next to you.

“Look. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but we’re friends. I want to help you if you’ll let me.”

You continued to be silent, avoiding his gaze by looking elsewhere, but after a few moments you decide to open your phone and pass the device to him.

Toji’s expression softened upon seeing the photos Satoru posted, a blush creeping up his face. It was obvious enough these were the shots from the magazine you told him about.

“These are beautiful, you’re beautiful. What’s the problem then?”

You want to smile at his words, and any other time you would be blushing like a madwoman, but today wasn’t that day.

“This,” you open the comment section with your finger, “is the problem.”

Toji scrolled through all the harsh, jealous words being said against you, scowling in response. “All I see are a bunch of morons spewing shit out of their ass. Each and every one of them are wrong,” he says coldly.

“They’re not all wrong though,” you huff.

“Uh uh. Do not do that to yourself. Don’t you think for a second anything these assholes are saying means anything.”

“I can’t. stop. thinking. about it. Every single word they say sticks with me and I hear it all the time in my head!” you tell him, burying your face into your knees to hide your tears.

“Then listen to me telling you that they’re wrong! Satoru didn’t make you the model that you are, you earned this job yourself! If you could see yourself from my own two eyes, then you would know how beautiful you really are.”

He pauses momentarily and then taps your shoulder to make you look at him. “I’m not saying this because I’m your friend. I’m saying it because it’s true.” He handed you your phone back, “Even he agrees.”

You looked confused until you saw the post Toji pulled up, a recent story update on Satoru’s Instagram. A whole post of him going off on how appalled he is at the disgusting comments, how you deserve none of the hate, and especially how excited he is to work with you again on future projects as your friend.

“You should post your own pics too for your page. Be proud of your work.”

You scoff, “Yeah, and give them more fuel? It’s bad enough they’re commenting under all my other photos.”

“So? Fuck whatever those jerks have to say about you. Their opinions are trash just like them.” He places his hand over your knee. “You wanted to become a model; you have every right to flaunt the work you do.”

“Okay,” you sigh, calming down. “I’ll do it.”

His lips upturned into a wolfish grin, “Good girl. Now, what do you say about ordering in some food? We can watch that fish thing too with Megs if you’re up for it.”

Your eyes widened, darting to the clock on your phone. “Oh my god, Megumi! I’m so sorry, is he─“

“Relax, he’s home right now,” he assures you. “I had his sitter pick him up from school.”

“Thank god, I was so caught up with own shit I forgot about your responsibilities.”

“No harm done, so quit apologizing.”

“I’m sorry, fuck, sorr─“ you clasp your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. Toji gave you a blank stare for a moment before your stomach decided it was the perfect time to let out a loud growl. Your mouth fell agape with embarrassment while Toji barked out a husky laugh.

“I’ll take my earlier question then as a yes.” He stood up, pulling his phone out. “Speaking of the kid though, his birthday is coming up. It’d mean a lot to him if you’re there for it, it’ll be a small party.”

You look up at him with a bright smile, “I’d love to.”

“Thanks.” He smiles back. “I’ll go get the kid and order your favorite, so get comfortable.”

As he left, you went back to your own profile to see some of the latest posts, and to your surprise, a lot of the hate and threats you saw were no longer there. You can only surmise that Mr. Nanami had something to do with it, like a stealth hero working in the dark.

You selected all the photos you thought you were nice from the shoot and uploaded them, fighting through your shaky fingers to do this for yourself. Moments later, your DMs flashed a message from the group chat you’re in with the trio.

Satoru Gojo oiiiii, I see you’re online now! are you okay??? we miss you :(

You I’m okay now, I’m sorry for worrying you all.

Suguru Geto Don’t be, you have every right to want your own space. We’re just happy to hear from you again.

Shoko Ieiri next time though you should tell us so we can help you feel better <3

Satoru Gojo yeah^^^ I was this close to getting that double D DILF you like to drive us to your place so we could see you and make sure

You omg, stop

Satoru Gojo hehehe I can see you blushing through the screen >:3 Shoko Ieiri no need to deny the obvious

You wiped your happy tears and looked back up to the door to see Megumi running in to give you a big hug. Toji followed closely behind with a smile dancing across his face.

“Food’s on its way, you feeling better?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head. “Thank you, Toji. I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” He plops down next to you again, bouncing Megumi on his knee. “Let’s get this movie going then so we have time for Aliens later,” he smiles deviously.

“Yeah, as if,” you scoff, rolling your eyes in amusement.

Megumi ended up thoroughly enjoying Finding Nemo, reciting Dory’s iconic line, “just keep swimming,” over and over. Toji on the other hand tried his best still to deny the Gill allegations, but it’s proved to be an impossible fight now that his own son is backing you up.

Between all the laughing and combined joy the three of you shared, you can safely say that in that moment, you didn’t feel all that cold anymore.

☆ Notes: wrote a lot of this while I myself was feeling like shit, but hey perfect timing to flesh y/n’s character for future development. a lot of it is mainly tied to my own experiences so it definitely isn’t going to be universal to how depression treats everyone else but besides that, I hope any of you guys reading this that struggle with your own depression find the happiness you want in life <3 healing isn’t an overnight journey but I hope you all try to be kind and forgiving to yourself in pursuit of the life you want.

shoutout to my sister for raising me on movies like chucky :3 jennifer tilly is my celebrity crush and my first ever crush as a child. watching slappy as a 3 year old traumatized me for life though lmao

besides that, I’m trying to work into toji’s dynamics more. I promise he won’t always be the big softie that he is with y/n throughout the whole series, but right now we’re seeing the side of him reserved for people he actually likes. after all, he loved mamaguro so much and gave everything he could to her. he is a GOOD man, chaotic good, but good nonetheless and I will die on that hill.

also I don’t know about you all, but when I get super stressed out and cry, my nose starts bleeding like hell which is why I wanted to add that scene in specific to add to the depth of the reader's anxieties

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TWIN

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN....

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Me: Okay, Brain. Think about what happens next in this chapter.

Brain: *Skips three chapters ahead*

Me: No, no. This one, this chapter, the one we are writing right now.

Brain:.......*47 scenes forward*

Me: NO

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Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.4

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; holding out, threats, and a thumping tail

word count; 2.4k+ | chasin’ chaos masterlist

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n: thank you all so much for 1.9k it means everything under the sun to me!

Your view is slightly perched from the position you’re in on Price's back, legs wrapped around his torso. You have an arm wrapped around his neck, applying no real pressure on his airway. The palms of your captain and fellow lieutenant are pressed against each other trying to over power the opposite. Ghost dressed in a sleeveless hoodie that allowed you to see his hulking scarred arms, gray cargos you'd only seen him in a handful of times, and a black balaclava with his trademark painted on the front.

“You two holdin’ out on me?” The brunette smirks teasingly his full beard adorning his face, shoulders slightly shaking in response to the pressure being applied against them. The dragon and the wraith are practically nose to nose with one another and both you and Simon have your own responses to the question

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Captain.”

“Don’t want you pulling anything, old man.”

John huffs out a laugh and averts his eyes over his shoulder at you for a second and it’s all the time Ghost needed to throw a kick to his lower abdomen. The brunette throws you off his back with the flap of his stray wing while you take the opportunity to swiftly slither yourself between his legs back on your feet in a snap next to the blonde's side.

Your eyes slightly widen when your captain goes to open his mouth and before his languishing flames can reach your body, shadows make a mock wall In front of you blocking your figure from the heat. The wraith can feel you take a hold of his shadows, a sense of familiarity falling over his underwhelming sense of adrenaline. You’re soon taking your wrist and yanking it down as if pulling on a lever. Neither Price or Ghost were aware of what you’d done until the brunette was falling towards the padded rink floor. You’d had one of the blonde’s Infamous shadows wrapped around Price's ankle covered by his steel toe boots, the smoky black littered with electrifying orange and yellow sparks. The dragon’s bottom breaks his fall and he goes down with a grunt before settling his eyes on the two of you.

"Well now, aren't you two a sight? " Prices gruff voice falls over the empty gym, a flirty underline to it that was somewhat difficult to catch from the older man unless you’ve heard it multiple times before. You and Simon stand next to each other's usual balaclavas that rested on your faces absent. The wraith has shadows crawling up his bare arms resembling veins all too accurate. His eyes aren’t quite pitch black but a dark gray blending in well with his eye black, while smoke floats from the slits of his eyes past his temples. Your frame on the other hand has altered just as much however not at such an intensity. Your eyes are light reddish orange, there's cracks running up your arms and the back of your hands like a shattered porcelain doll, a glowing yellow orange burning through them each individually. Your face matches your arms, those cracks spreading from your temples to your cheekbones and from your forehead to above your brow engraved like lightning streaks.

“Yeah, real head turners.” Ghost huffed sarcastically, helping Price up off his position from the mat. The dragon grunted at the quick change in position and patted the wraith on the back with gleaming eyes and a quirk of his lips

“That’s for damn sure” The two begin to exit the rink seeing you happen to be steps ahead. You're dressed similarly to them both with: camo cargo pants, steel toe boots, and a forest green tank top. The sight was close to heavenly and by the others' faces the men could tell the other was not so joyful you had covered yours.

💌💌💌💌

“Missed seeing you in action, Captain.” The lieutenant hummed lowly in the back of his throat even though it sounded more like a grunt passing John a cold thermos of water. It was the closest the hybrid would get to a ‘I missed you, I missed being around you, and stop having so much damn paperwork even though it’s your job.’ And the Captain took it all without complaint while the solider took a seat next to him.

“Trust me, I hate being chained to the desk as much as you do” He responded sipping on the water with a sigh of contentment, watching as you stretched in front of them. Your legs are stretched as far as you can get them beside you hips, you have you stomach pressed to the ground with your arms stretched flat in front of you, while your tank top is slowly rising up your lower back showing the peak of a deep yet healed scar going up your spinal cord, and Price finally looks away at the sight of it.

“How's the shoulder old man?” You question when you're finally off the ground, watching Ghosts mask arch in your peripheral indicating that there was a quirk at his lips. You thought it was even more humorous how John responded without a bat of an eye.

“Tight but that’s nothing new” He grunts, leaning slightly towards the side his stray wing was on with a hand thrown over his hip.

“You two have been interlocking shadows and cosmic energy more often” The captain notes taking more water from the chilled thermos while you and your fellow peer lock eyes for a split second before they strayed away. You’re already taking a sip of your water bottle leaving the skull masked man to answer the question himself.

“Mm, in a good patch.” The blonde answered simply and you couldn’t expect any more from him, it could’ve made you chuckle if you weren’t also roped into the equation.

“Got anything to do with our newest recruit?” The brunette smirks, steam coming from his lips previous fire dying out with a ‘fssssss’.

“What!?”

“What!?”

“I’m not stupid and you’ve always been a dog person Simon” The dragon waved him away with a pale clawed hand, the steam from his mouth spreading in the process. The wraith had thrown a hand over his head staring down at his lap.

“Fuck me, Price, don’t put it like that.”

“I ignore the mutt's existence as a whole actually and I like birds more.” You fight back a roll of your eyes, arms crossed over your chest while your captain slightly grins.

“You love a chase Deity, we all had to go through it at one point.” He grins at you, blue eyes twinkling as you avert your gaze to the now interesting wall while the man dug into his duffel bag.

“Here’s hoping you both keep those opinions, yeah?” The captain held out a file for either of you to take which you’d grabbed first, going to sit in between the two men to give Ghost a view over your shoulder.

“New transfers?”

“Temporary ones. International corps are sending us two of their attack dogs and a python. They’ve been tracking a bogey for months who’s recently made themselves known on our turf. They’re asking to work together.”

“They’re asking to work together? Got us doing their jobs for them with this request for preliminary recon” The wraith merely huffs out, while the dragon began to take a stand from his seat, his brown eyes low peeking through his mask. If unamused was a person he wouldn’t be too far off.

“Just to prepare for their arrival. Shouldn’t be an issue, make sure it isn’t.” The brunette softly grins out, an order. Hes holding the wraiths chin tilting it up slightly in his clawed pale hand while his thick pear green take swayed idly behind the back of knees before his heavy boots began to take him away. The masked lieutenant acts quickly, stretching a hand to reach over to the captains.

“Soap he’s… he’s not gonna change this” The statement falls off his lips like a prayer. His hooded eyes rest lowly with eye black covering the surface around them. Price slight grins before resounding a moment of silence having passed by.

“You don’t need to promise me anything, Simon. I'm your captain, I’ll be here either way.” He grabs ahold of your forearm gently tugging you to his side while stepping in front of the blonde, the writhing having to crane his neck up to see you both in response to you standing before him.

“And I wouldn’t mind if he did. My boys taking of each other when we can’t, a dream come true” Price nods to his side where you stand, eyes flickering between bloodshot red and their normal color.

“Dirty.”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” You roll your eyes playfully, —only to their eyes did it seem that way— your thumb rubs against the stubble on his cheek having hiked up his balaclava to his slightly crooked nose. Your eyes don’t stray away from his brown ones, his pupils are slightly blown. Your own orbs are still shifting shades while you stare down the hulking wraith with uncertainty, it would be the first time since…

The blonde shifted his head slightly giving you better access to his jugular, eyes raking over the horned brunette in front of him. It happens all too quickly fangs are scraping against his pulse point and lips are being smashed against his. John swallows the deep hum from Simon when your teeth pierce through the skin of his neck, one of your hands on the nape of his neck and a clawed pale hand that didn’t belong to you sat against his jawline. Your knee that was against the bench now creates friction through the thick fabric of Ghost’s cargo pants right above his growing cock. The lieutenant lets out a broken moan combined with a grunt at the sudden motion that you can hear past his and Prices sealed lips before you’re pulling away.

“Got hybrids today, maybe you could stop by if your dog doesn’t turn you into a treat.” You hum rubbing a finger over the corner of your lips where stray blood had slipped before taking it in between your teeth and walking out of the training room ignoring the faint sounds of your superiors chuckle.

“You think she’ll get over it?” The blonde questioned standing from his seat with a crack of his back, eyes nots quite slipping from your retreating figure. —the sway of your hips to be exact— The brunette huffs out a chuckle slinging his bag over his shoulder before responding.

“When you think about it she’s approved a lot with him, especially since the med wing. Not a threat to her home anymore, just a threat to her people.” The one winged hybrid hummed out, the itch for a smoke growing more prominent the more time had passed.

“By people you mean us… but come on Price, Deity knows she has us” The dragons grin had yet to leave his face, arms thrown across his broad chest.

“We know we had her when she toyed with that one tall lad, König was it? She's just smelling him out Simon. Phoenixs are territorial, pretty sure the ‘threat’ will be gone soon enough. Hell he follows ‘er around like a lost pup anyhow… Tell you what, bet you a twenty he’ll be marked in the next month” With a pat on the shoulder Price left the room without another word, trailing along to the comfort of his office leaving Ghost to himself.

💌💌💌💌

You enjoyed the evenings right outside of base. It wasn’t too warm where your skin was being cooked to a crisp under the sun and not too cold to need anything other than a thin jacket at most. It was also the time where you could get a pocket of peace, where you didn’t have to listen to ‘lieutenant, lieutenant, lieutenant’. A scheduled area away from the comfort of your office where little to no one knew about? Perfect for you… until it wasn’t.

Your visitor couldn’t seem to the memo of temporary peace. All of a sudden instead of the sound of chirping crickets and flickers of fireflies, all you could focus on was the faint sound of the beat blaring through your sergeants headphones. Your cigarette softly crackles as you inhale the smoke from it, the smoke falling over the jacket that wasn’t actually yours. All you wanted was to finish your paperwork in peace and here comes this little mu-

You wanted to groan at the repeated tap on your thigh.

“… Soap” You call out with a huff in your voice, turning your head slightly to look over your shoulder to see the back side of the Scott who seemed blissfully unaware of his… surroundings

“Soap.” You call again his thick, bushy, tail swinging back and forth hitting your thigh with a ‘thump’. You stare at him for a while before standing, snatching the fur rod in your grasp with an underlying firmness.

“Mactavish.” The motion makes the hybrid jerk in his seat leaning forward slightly, dropping his files and pen in the process. You notice the tight looking collar around his neck that you couldn’t imagine having around your own but decide against speaking about it.

“Uh - L.T?” The wolf looks almost bashful when he turns to meet you gaze, your eyes low yet sharp and it reminds him of the day you met —if you could call it that—. The brunette was sure you could see the warmth spreading across his face, it would take a blind man not to.

“Your tail is whacking me.” Soap liked to think of himself as a pretty observant person and now he couldn’t tell if you wanted him in your bed or in a grave.

“It’s uh, g-got a mind of his own” Johnny stuttered out trying to not to fumble over his words. He runs a hand over the nape of his neck, persistent on keeping his eyes on yours and not the grasp you had on his tail.

“Well real it in or I will.” You finally let go of his tush, barely looking at him through the peripheral of your vision before taking your seat. The Mohawked stud takes a hold of his trim with his pants a little tighter then what they were a few moments ago, the thought of finishing his papers completely gone.

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Now that everyone’s got their screen time I can’t WAIT to write for my baby gaz🤭

I hate my writing this Chp but what can you do?🙂

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My readers: I love this! Can't wait to see what happens next!

Me, the writer, equally as in the dark: heh, yeah...me too.

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Some smut authors: Oh no, I don't want people to tell me if they jacked off to my work, that feels too personal.

Me: Hey yeah if you could tell me what part you busted the fattest nuts over that would do so much for me and encourage me creatively in a big way.