#sorry i couldn’t answer this sooner lol

[txna-blxckthorn]

@someonewhogotanaccount told me she deleted all your asks. She even wrote it with a "haha" at the end of the message.

I'm a traitor n everything, but I thought u should know that. Punish her.

she diD WHAT ???????? …..

i see…..

i shall punish her, don’t fret!

i’m scheming a perfect way to rickroll her…i just need time.

but why’re you anon? if you’re a traitor you should be proud of it. you should be proud of siding with me 😉

[fow-doodles]

Hello !! I never truly got into Warrior Cats, but I just wanted to let you know that your art style is so adorable 😭😭

THANK YOU SM!!!

[roturo]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ CHASING THAT FEELING

ੈ♡₊˚•. 'TILL YOU'RE MADE OF ME! gojo satoru & geto suguru (separated) ⊹˚. ♡

tags: breeding and breeding!, possesive behavior, unprotected sex, god complex, cult leader!geto suguru, crazy in love!gojo satoru, mentions of killing, mating press, overstimulation, dumbfication, tummy buldge, use of nicknames (doll, princess, love, baby, queen, house-wife), fluff if you squint your eyes to the point you can barely see. rbs & comments are appreciated! may gotten too lost writing for geto lol.

gojo satoru

this man won’t let you chase the feeling and would give it to you in a plate made for gold. It would become too much for your own good– most of the time it happened once he came back from a long and exhausting mission he needed to take care of. he was never really in a bad mood, but this mission specifically made his eyes twitch and even raise his voice at Yuuji once he came back. 

“Can you believe those fuckers made me do that?” his voice was low, sounding almost like a demand to you, “I… I could easily snap my fingers and disappear the higher ups if I wanted to. What stops me’ I’m literally a god to them” a specific hard thrust made your eyes roll, already fucked dumb with how he was using your body, like if you were just a fuck toy made for him.

“Wouldn’t that be a better idea mhm?” a small whine came out of him when his already sensitive cock was feeling that familiar sensation that made the both of you see stars, “kill them and just stay all day fuckin’ this pussy? my pussy.” his hands gripped your hips in even a more possessive way like if you’re going to escape from him any moment. “what d’ya think so doll? make you a mommy with how much cum i would dump in you, fill you up, be my little house-wife hm?”

in less than a second he had your legs up, almost breaking you in half– his thrusts becoming erratic and somehow faster than before. you could sense your night lamp blinking and some furniture shaking– gojo couldn’t take it anymore, he was so pent up this whole week he kept imagining infinite ways to fuck you and make you pregnant so he could no longer be away from you.

“Mhmgh- this fuckin’... fuck.” with that last thrust you forgot how many times you had come in the night, thinking you really just passed out because of the overpleasure, you felt gojo’s body suddenly fall into you– heavy breathing coming out of him, “are you okay baby? this was… shit.  ‘m sorry-  guess i missed you a little too much.”

geto suguru

he even got weirded up with himself after feeling something other than hate towards humans. but the way his heart softened each time he was you talking with mimiko and nanako made him feel that homely feeling again– he wouldn’t trust someone else to take care of them, fuck, he doesn’t even let manami  go inside his room but the he has you there inside taking not only care of those two small cute monsters but of him too.

“Ah… Shit- why i didn’t do this sooner?” there was a small bump adorning your tummy with how much cum there was inside you, each time expanding a lil more when geto’s cock filled you up again and again. “Fuckkkkk, should this be it? Make you mine? Fill you up and get you knocked up huh?” he thrusted inside you hard making you roll your eyes and fill your eyes with tears.

“I bet you would love that- All those stupid monkeys would be jealous, you’d be their queen, my queen– c’mon, tell me how much you want this baby.” his movements became slower, giving you some time to breathe and answer his question. face getting closer to yours he licked away the pleasure tears you’ve been displaying to him, “please ‘sugu- please make me yours- show those monkeys they have no chance with you, just… me” geto left a long groan at that, giving you no time to react and coming in once “atta’ girl,” that smirk appearing on his face, “i will keep fucking this pussy day and night until you’re made of me princess– ffuuckk-” you smiled at his words, cupping his face– eyes full of admiration towards to him even in this giddy state.

“fuck me until i belong to you my saviour” you whispered into his lips, before you could kiss him he answered, “I already do my love” he smiled and then kissed your lips– not in a hungry way, but in a way he could express what he couldn’t with words.

one of his hands crawled down until it met your nub of nerves, opening you eyes again to see his- “i can’t ‘sugu, s’much” -the pleasure was overwhelming, he was making sure you come dry, with no mercy he started rubbing that specific spot, making you arch your back, your pelvis touching his in the process. “the last one baby, i promise… i… i just have to make sure”

“please baby… make me a dad, make me yours, and i promise i will even kill all the remaining monkeys in this world for you to be mine too.” you chuckled at his sentence, giving a small peck on his lips “aw ‘sugu, you know that’s your purpose even before meeting me, the day i was born, i was made for you– i belonged to you.” “fuck baby, don’t say that, i’m only a god to those defenceless monkeys, you have all control over me.”

[paradiseprincesss]

i want you | jonathan crane

wrote this because i see a lot of tropes where the reader is innocent or never really had a boyfriend before...but what if the reader has an extensive list of ex's? then what? i had to write it lol this was an attempt to make MYSELF feel better about that!!

summary: jonathan wants to show you how devoted he is to you, regardless of how rocky your past relationships (and trust me, there were a handful) have been.

warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, kissing, a smidge of body worshipping cus i discovered how much i like it lol, overall adult content lol, MDNI 18+ ONLY

word count: 2k

masterlist

don’t we all come with some baggage? yes — the answer is yes. 

you clung onto jonathan’s arm, walking right by his side as he talked to a plethora of socialites. tonight, you and him were attending a charity gala hosted at wayne manor for publicity reasons. i mean, when you’re dating one of the most notoriously successful men of gotham, it was expected. 

jonathan knew that you loved him; you made that abundantly clear every chance you got. tonight, however, jonathan had lost count of the number of men who’d approached you.

normally, he wouldn’t care — this wasn’t unusual by any means. jonathan knew that having a girlfriend as beautiful as you came with strings attached. the strings being men drooling over you everywhere you went, but this was different.

tonight, jonathan was feeling a little jealous. 

it turned out that the majority of the men that had approached you tonight had a past with you — as in a romantic past. 

“it’s so good to see you!” 

“you look stunning like always.” 

“how have you been these days?” 

“remember when we—“

jonathan had enough of it, but alas, he had to pretend that he didn’t care. he had to play the role of the loving boyfriend — which he was, don’t get me wrong, but he also wanted to dose every man who spoke to you with an extra concentrated version of his fear toxin. 

the night of socializing and mingling (and one too many glasses of champagne) had eventually come to an end, and you were exhausted by the time you got home with jonathan.

“you’re certainly popular.” jonathan said as the two of you walked through your shared apartment's front door. 

“i— what?” you said back in confusion. glancing over at jonathan, you saw that he looked a little irritated — jaw clenched and all. 

“all those guys,” jonathan clarified as he took his glasses off, “i didn’t know you’d dated so…many people before me.” 

you sighed and walked over to him, running your hand up and down his bicep. “you’ve never brought this up to me before, jonathan. i wish you’d said something sooner—“

“usually i wouldn’t be so agitated about it, but i just— you had a history with a handful of the men there.” he interrupted, clearly upset. “you never told me.” 

“i didn’t think i needed to,” you sighed, “and i’m sorry.” 

your dating history wasn’t exactly a clean slate, but it wasn’t that bad — there was just a few extra names on your metaphorical list than most people had. you were young and having fun, plus commitment wasn’t exactly on your mind until you’d met jonathan.

in all honesty, it was a good thing — you’d never been interested in being serious with anybody until jonathan. usually, you were the first to pack your bags and run; leaving a trail of broken hearts behind you before moving onto the next like spitfire.

and sure, you may have been what some would call a  “serial heartbreaker” before jonathan, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t change. you liked your options — was that so wrong? 

well, two is company and three is a crowd — as they say. 

as for every man you’ve dated, you’d never really been sure of someone before — except jonathan. you were sure he was the one, the man you’d spend the rest of eternity with. 

“am i just another guy to you?” jonathan suddenly asked rather bitterly, completely catching you off guard. 

“what? no,” you shook your head, “god, no. you— you’re the first guy i’ve ever been so sure about.” 

“am i, though?”

“i love you, jonathan. you know i do.” you insisted, tugging at his arm while he remained stoic. “you’re the first man i've ever loved.”

though he hated to admit it — he got jealous sometimes. he would never say it aloud, but when your ex’s had approached you and struck up a conversation, he was borderline livid. it took an immense amount of self-control for him to not strangle any of them upon sight, if he was being honest.

and just between you and me, he may have been feeling a little insecure, too. 

“i’m still trying to break some habits.” you said softly, looking up at him with a gentle gaze. “i’m not perfect, but—“ 

“i’m being ridiculous.” he interrupted, taking your hand in his. “i’m sorry, darling. i’m acting immaturely, i just felt…inadequate for a moment.”

“you don’t have to try and rationalize anything with me.” you assure him softly. “whether or not you stay or turn and walk away, the way i feel will never change. i want you — and only you.” 

but isn’t that the beautiful thing about baggage? you can learn to unpack it — together.

“you’re heavenly,” jonathan sighed, “i love you and your past, your flaws, all of it. you’re so perfectly…you.”

though you mentioned that he didn’t have to rationalize his actions with you — he was a psychiatrist, so naturally, he did. he knew he was being immature, letting your past bite him like that; it was silly. he knew he was lucky that you were so understanding. 

he pulled you into the bedroom, softly closing the door behind him. “i want to show you just how much i love you — worship you.” he whispered lowly. “lay back on the bed for me, beautiful.” 

you do as you’re told, scrambling to get onto the bed. “i’d do anything for you,” he breathed, “i hardly think i deserve someone as perfect as you, darling.” 

you let out a shaky breath as your boyfriend helped you out of your garment, his hands immediately going to paw at your breasts — since you didn’t wear a bra tonight with your dress. 

a soft moan left your mouth as your head dropped backwards. jonathan swore he saw stars at just the sounds of your pleasure. he attached his mouth to one of your nipples, running his tongue on the hard bud gently as his fingers tweaked the other one. 

“o-oh.” you breathed out, chest heaving as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. “jonathan…”

“mm.” he hummed softly, mouth still attached to your breast. you let a few more moans slip out, whispering his name softly as you felt yourself soak through your underwear. 

“perfect fucking tits,” he groaned, “i could do this all day long, darling.”

he moved over to your other breast, giving the other side the same treatment as you felt yourself dripping, cunt clenching around nothing. once he decided that he’d teased you enough, he finally started to undress, slowly undoing his belt buckle.

you were desperate at this point, your cunt needing to be filled and fucked by jonathan’s thick cock. he seemed to sense your neediness though (it’s not like you were being coy by any means), and he took his cock out. 

it sprung out against his stomach, the tip flushed pink and sticky with pre-cum. your mouth watered at the sight as your back arched slightly off the bed. you looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he looked back at you with the same intensity.

those impossibly blue eyes of his turned you to putty within seconds, melting in his grasp.

jonathan stroked his cock a few times before lining himself with your sticky folds, teasing you with the tip as you whined. before you had the chance to get mouthy with him though, he pushed himself into your sopping cunt, stretching you out deliciously. 

you let out a guttural moan, and once he had bottomed out inside your cunt, his hand snaked down to play with your clit. he started to rut his hips against yours quickly, brows furrowed in concentration as his dark hair was slightly tousled. 

“f-fuck! y-yes, jonathan—” you mewled, mouth hanging open as he plowed into your soaked cunt. 

“you’re so heavenly,” he breathed, thrusting faster, “fuck, so tight — i could watch you like this forever.” 

suddenly, he hoisted your leg over his shoulder, causing the wind to get knocked out of you as he fucked you harder than before. the new angle gave him access to the deepest parts of your dripping hole, and he watched you as your head fell back onto the pillows again.

jonathan could watch this play on a loop endlessly — the view of his perfect girl losing herself in the pleasure that he was bringing her. god, it was a dream come true, getting to have you all to himself. 

looks like a certain doctor managed to score big time, hm?

“i love this pretty pussy.” jonathan growled through gritted teeth. “all mine — m’so fucking lucky, fuuuck. love you.”

“m-mmhm! a-all yours,” you mindlessly babbled out, cunt clenching around jonathan’s length, “always.”

“that’s right angel, nobody can fuck you the way i do.” he said in a sultry tone, his fingers pressed up against your bundle of nerves as you approached your release quickly. “shit, keep clenching my cock like that—”

“y-yes!” you wailed, “i’m co–ming!”

jonathan moaned as he felt you cream his thick cock, watching your face scrunched in pleasure — there was something so beautiful about it. you, his darling girl, drenching him as he brought you to the highest peaks of pleasure. 

“gorgeous,” he groaned softly, “absolute fucking perfection — that’s, fuuuck, that’s what you are, my love. perfection.” 

the praise and compliments had you blushing, your cheeks heating up as he continued to ram into your hole mercilessly. sure, he was sweet during sex but he was basically worshiping you tonight in bed; not that you were complaining by any means, though.

“j-jon!” you squeaked out, getting overstimulated quickly as his hand continued to rub your clit. “i-i— ugh!”

“gon’ cum, fuck — gonna fill you up, my goddess.” he groaned, and you opened your eyes to look up at him in surprise as the words fell from his lips.

that was new. 

he rutted his hips into you a few more times harshly before he was slowing down, eventually coming to a stop as he buried his face into your neck. gently, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as hot ropes of cum painted your walls white. 

the two of you were silent for a moment, just basking in the silence peacefully. after a minute or two, jonathan pulled out, causing you to wince. 

“sorry, angel,” he whispered softly, “i know, baby. i know.” 

once his softening cock was out of you, he helped you get cleaned up as his cum started to seep from your spent hole. the aftercare with jonathan was always sweet — he was a loving man, truly. taking care of you every chance he got. 

“feeling extra affectionate today, hey?” you teased lightheartedly, making him smile softly at you as he wiped his cum up from around your thighs.

“just love you, s’all.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he tossed the towel aside. 

“i love you too,” you assured him, “more than anything.” 

he came to lay down beside you in your shared bed, pulling you close as he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “i just can't believe you’re all mine,” he sighed, “m’blessed.” 

“so you’ve said,” you giggled.

“did you mean what you said earlier?”

“about what?”

jonathan looked over at you, his hand gently holding yours. his eyes were full of love, admiring your every feature as he smiled softly. “when you said your feelings would never change.” he clarified. “did you mean it?”

“yes,” you said without hesitation, “i want you — you and only you.” 

“...i got jealous, to be honest.” he confessed with a chuckle, shaking his head. “i know i have no reason to be, but i also know how badly other guys wish to call you theirs.” 

“i could tell, you weren’t exactly hiding it very well.” you told him, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, much tighter this time. he held onto you as if he was afraid to let go — as if you’d ever stray from him. “nothing will change the way i feel about you.” 

“good,” he said softly, “because no matter who you’ve dated, or who you have a past with, you’re mine now — and that’s all that’ll ever matter to me.” 

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[kingofpopmj]

hii. can you please do an imagine, where michael in his mature era (aka: mac daddy mike), has a naive soon to be wife, and she doesn't know ANYTHING about sexy times, so Michael decides to teach her. Please and ty

Oooo hunni! You guys keep summoning Naughty Nevaeh lol

Here you go! I hope you enjoy.. 🙈

Let Me Fill You With My Dreams

Michael and I had finally arrived home after a long day full of appearances. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The hysteria that follows Michael wherever he goes is unfathomable, yet he handles it with such grace. Usually, we keep a safe distance at public events, I appear more so as apart of his entourage than his partner, but it’s how we planned it. However, that was all in the past, now that I’m his fiancée we decided I’d be by his side. We were more than ready. As always he was extremely protective of me and made sure I felt safe. We announced our engagement only a few days prior. Michael and I were elated, the media on the other hand was relentless, I was labeled a gold digger, Michael was attacked and mocked— nothing too out of the norm, which pissed me off to no end, but he insisted I bite my tongue. He ensured me that he could handle it. It was tough to say the least. The noise surrounding us was so hateful— so loud and they were all rooting against us. It was infuriating. Unfortunately, as much as I tried to ignore the noise, it successfully added fuel to the flames of my own insecurities and I had no idea how to come clean to Michael, but it had to happen and soon.

“Baby?” I heard Michael’s voice, along with his footsteps nearing his— our bedroom— where I was currently hiding. “There you are! What’s wrong?”

“Hi. Nothing. Nothing” I answered quickly.

“You haven’t been yourself all day. I know these events can be draining. The crowds of people, the bright lights and the screaming. It’s a lot to get used to. If you don’t like them I promise I won’t force you to attend. I’ll understand. It won’t upset me.” The concerned look on his face made the knot in my stomach tighten. “Are you having doubts? Do you not want to get married?” My heart ached at the pain evident in his voice.

“No! Michael, of course not. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I’m sorry. I know I wasn’t the best date tonight.” I tried to ease my way into this conversation.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just last night—”

“I knew it. I’m sorry if I did too much. I was trying to be spontaneous you know? I completely understand if you want to wait until our wedding night. No matter what it’ll be perfect.”

“It’s not that I want to wait.”

“Talk to me.” He whispered with pleading eyes.

“I’m— I’ve never really— I don’t—” I began stuttering, unable to complete a sentence, my hands trembling as I tried desperately not to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Okay, breathe. Baby, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” Michael wrapped his arms around me, leaving a kiss on my forehead and began to sing to me softly.

Every night she walks right in my dreams

Since I met her from the start

I'm so proud I am the only one

Who is special in her heart

The girl is mine

“Keep going.” I smiled into his chest, loving the sound of his voice.

“Baby, if you wanted me to sing for you, all you had to do was ask.”

“You’re so annoying.” I playfully rolled my eyes, moving to sit on the bed.

“I’ll keep going if—” he paused dramatically, putting his hand in the air. “You tell me what’s on your mind. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I’m nervous about going further because—” I drifted off, feeling overwhelming embarrassment. “I’m a virgin.” I said barely above a whisper.

The only clue I was given that Michael heard my confession was how his grip on my hand loosened before pulling away all together. This was just what I was afraid of, he’s going to leave me.

“I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry Michael. I understand if—” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence, so instead I slowly twisted the engagement ring off my finger, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall as I reached my hand out to return the ring to Michael.

“No. No. I don’t want it back. No. Baby, it belongs right here.” He spoke softly, he sat down next to me as he slid the ring back onto my finger. “Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry if I pressured you. It wasn’t my intention.”

“I don’t feel pressured. I want to. I want to be with you. I just— I’m terrified of disappointing you.”

“You could never disappoint me.” Michael moved closer to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.”

Suddenly, I didn’t feel afraid, with the weight of my confession finally off my shoulders, I was able to feel something else. Love. Desire. Yearning. Craving. It was all I could feel and I couldn’t help myself— I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked up at him, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. I grasped at his collar with my fingers, pulling him into me, desperately needing him as close as possible. He kissed me back, his hands finding the small of my back, holding me tenderly. I moved into his lap, straddling him as our kiss intensified. I began to unbutton his shirt, before I heard Michael’s voice.

“Slow down.” He gently took my hands into his. “Baby, we don’t have to do this right now. I’ll wait as long as you need. You’re more than worth the wait.”

“All I need is you. Right now. I’m ready.”

“Are you positive?”

“Yes, just maybe talk me through it? Teach me a thing or two? I really want you to enjoy it.”

“Baby, I’m already enjoying it.” He smiled, gesturing to the erection poking into my inner thigh. “Just call me Professor Jackson.” He said, with a flirtation wink.

“You’re making me blush!” I giggled, burying my face in his neck. “I’m trying to be serious! Sexy even..”

“You’re always sexy. You don’t have to try.” He spoke lowly, picking me up, laying me back on the bed as he placed himself between my legs. “Oh, I can do serious.”

“Michael!” I yelped, feeling his warm hand slipping underneath my dress, moving up my thigh teasingly.

“Relax. Let me teach you.”

“Please. Teach me.” I begged, the anticipation building as his hand hovered between my legs, fiddling with the lace of my panties. Michael kneeled down in front of me, causing the air to get stuck in my lungs.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered, his breath tickling my thigh. I was desperate for more.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked, looking deep into my eyes, his long fingers slipped underneath the lace, his touch sending a shiver throughout my body.

“I trust you, Professor Jackson.”

“Oh, that sounds so much better coming out of your beautiful mouth.” He smirked, kissing me and quite literally taking my breath away. He ripped off the lace that covered my modesty, this side of Michael was quickly becoming my favorite.

I felt an overwhelming urge to scream as Michael began moving his fingers in a circular motion. My breathing becoming unsteady, struggling to process the pleasure I was feeling for the very first time.

“It’s all about touch.” He whispered. “It comes naturally once you stop overthinking.” His pace increasing as he spoke. “When two people are as connected as you and I— every kiss, every touch, everything feels— amplified.”

“Michael! Michael!” My body shaking, falling back into the mattress, suddenly I didn’t feel his fingers anymore. I felt something else— something even better. I slowly glanced down, seeing the top of Michael’s head, his face buried between my legs. The sight alone was enough to drive me crazy. I could feel his tongue, the way it curved, the way it moved, the way it sent shocks of electricity through me. My back arched, unintentionally thrusting my hips forward, locking my leg around the back of his neck. I began to curse profusely, feeling his hand slowly travel up under the fabric of my dress, the skin to skin contact made me shiver as he took a firm hold of my breast.

“Oh! My!” I felt a build up in my core, gripping the comforter tightly, attempting to ground myself, but there was no use. My thighs clenched around Michael’s head as a sound fell from my lips— one I didn’t know I was capable of.

“Just breathe.” I heard his voice, as his fingers slid the straps of my dress down my arms. He leaned down kissing and sucking down my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I got you.”

“Please—” I pleaded between my gasps for air. I had no idea what I wanted. I just knew I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

“I’m going to try something first.” Michael said before I felt his lips on my nipple. “How does that feel?”

“So good.”

“Open.” Michael murmured, gently tapping my knees. I did as I was told, watching as he removed his pants, taking a place in between my legs.

“Is it going to hurt?” I said quietly.

“I’d never hurt you.” He grabbed my arms, placing them above my head and intertwined our fingers. “I’ll go slow.”

As he looked into my eyes, the sensation of him entering me ignited a flutter in my chest, tears of pleasure puddled my eyes and I squeezed his hands so tight I began losing feeling in my fingers. Once he was fully buried inside of me he made gentle movements by rotating his hips in small circles. The tingle that raced through me was indescribable. I never knew that this feeling existed, but now that I do, I was sure that the reason was because subconsciously I was waiting for Michael.

“Michael!” I cried, ripping one hand free, tightly gripping his shoulder, digging my finger nails into his skin.

“Y/N, baby, you have to loosen up.” He said sweetly, unwrapping my legs that were locked around him. “Now, I can do this.” He started carefully moving in and out of me. As great as it felt I craved more. “How does that feel?”

“God. I love that.”

“I have an idea.” Michael said, moving away from me, I frowned, ready to protest until he laid on his back pulling me on top of him.

“What are you doing?” I panicked, at the extreme withdrawal and our new position.

“Teaching.” He smirked. “You’re going to learn how to ride me.” He said so seductively it gave me goosebumps.

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. Just follow my instructions. All you have to do is—” He guided my hips with his hands, explaining what I had to do, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I was to focused on wanting him inside of me again. As he spoke I slowly spread my legs, coming closer to him until I felt his tip. The rush it gave me was so intense, my knees slid further across the silk comforter and I felt our full connection again. Michael’s eyes widen at my speed, he briefly glanced down, admiring how I took him whole. “Oh god!”

“Oh crap! Did I hurt you?” I panicked.

“No. No. It feels amazing. I just— wow. You’re a fast learner.”

“Well, I have a great teacher.” I slowly began to move my hips, watching Michael bite his bottom lip, his hands squeezing my thighs firmly.

“Baby. You’re gonna make me—”

“Make you what?” I questioned, slowing my pace, waiting for his answer. “Am I doing this wrong?” I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment as I stopped my movements all together.

“Don’t stop!” He moaned loudly. Holy shit. That was so hot. I began moving my hips like my life depended on it. Michael had beads of sweat on his forehead and his chest was glistening. “Baby, I’m gonna— I’m almost—”

“Michael!” I begged, Michael pulled me down onto his chest as I felt him twitch inside of me.

“You feel so perfect.” He purred in my ear as we lay still for a few seconds before Michael excitedly propped himself up on his elbows. He rolled us over, so he was now looking down at me. I laid against the mattress with a confused look on my face.

“We’re gonna be here all night.” He finally spoke as he touched my lips with his.

“Well, I do have more to learn. If you’re interested in teaching into after school hours.” I teased, wrapping my legs around his hips.

“Your wish is my command.” He declared, kissing me sweetly before he started up again, his quick pace taking me by surprise.

The wooden bed frame shrieked against the floor boards with each thrust. Our kiss becoming sloppy, needy even. Everything felt so intense. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t care. As long as Michael stayed on top of me, beneath me— inside me, I didn’t care about anything else. It’s just us.

“Amazing.” I breathed out, working up the courage to speak. “Can I— can I try to use my mouth?” I asked nervously, staring straight up at the ceiling. Michael slowed down, dragging his finger along my jawline, forcing me look into his eyes.

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”

[alohastyles-x]

Part 2

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Part 1 | Masterlist |

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Chap 2 is here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 2.5k - a little shorter but i wanted to get it out sooner

Sleep did not come easy, as the events of the night flashed in your mind, one after another, leaving you tossing and turning in bed. There was clearly no way you could fall asleep after what happened, and the murky fate that now lay just on the premise of your thoughts… you came into contact with the god of death. 

He was just a myth, a scary story told to kids to easily spook them. Horror novels and movies were born out of the lore surrounding him and his favored mask that adorned his face during his kills. He was just a halloween decoration, an adjacent theme to a favored holiday… he couldn’t possibly be real, could he? 

Your question was answered after sleep finally eluded you into a chaotic induced nightmare. Awaking with a startled scream, you sat upright, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. You had been back in the alley, the pale face of the poor blonde illuminated through the smoke by the flickering streetlight above. Golden strings of what looked like cosmic stardust had begun swirling around you, their origins coming from the dark figure who stood at the end of the alley. They had wrapped themselves around your wrists, your arms, your body until the suffocating feeling they brought with them awoke you from your sleep. 

“What is it?!” Celia screamed, as she burst into your room, a frying pan in her hands, ready to attack. She looked around, attempting to locate the danger. 

“I-I’m sorry, it was just a bad dream,” you said in between breaths. Celia lowered the frying pan, concern flickering across her features as she watched you closely. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

“I think so-,” you began to answer, but were quickly silenced by a burning sensation twisting around your wrist. 

“Shit!” You cried out, fumbling to turn on the lamp. Celia rushed over to help, white you held your wrist closely. Once light illuminated the room, you pulled your wrist out to examine the burn mark. 

Only it wasn’t a burn mark. A golden mark had been etched into your skin, a delicate white pattern tracing through the gold in waves. The mark flickered in the light, making it almost like a bracelet permanently clasped around your wrists.

“What the hell is that?” You asked, panic rising through you as you stared at the mark. You had seen this golden pattern before… in your dream, and on the night of the murder. Whatever this was, had to belong to the god of death… but what did it mean?

“Hold on…,” Celia responded, already heading to the door. She raced back to the kitchen island where she left the book the two of you were reading the night before, researching the god. 

“Let me see if this has any information,” she flipped through the pages. You sat closely, watching as she skimmed the foreign words on the page. Your wrist had stopped hurting, but just knowing the mark existed made your skin crawl. Whatever it meant was clearly not good… you’ve seen the movies! 

“I’m not seeing anything in here that mentions a mark… usually his victims are unsuspecting that he's on the hunt, unaware they’ve even come into contact with him… apparently it makes it more, well I don’t know how to translate this word but I would assume it means appealing.” Celia concluded. 

“Damn it.” 

“I know,” Celia muttered under her breath. She began to mention a few people you could ask, as they were more knowledgeable than her on the god of death, but you weren’t listening. No, your mind was racing for other solutions. 

“Does the book say anything at all about how to summon him?” You interrupted Celia, who now stared at you like you had 5 heads.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly?” 

“I think if we could summon him, we could ask him? Find out more about this mark?” 

“Are you nuts?! You want to try and summon the god of DEATH… who will surely kill you once he sees you by the way, to ask why he marked you? Hello?” Celia yelled, flustered with your own remark. You hadn’t thought that fully through, you’ll admit that.

“Okay maybe not him, but what about the other gods who knew him? The eternals? Could we summon one of them and ask?” 

“Yeah I don’t think that's how it works… you don’t just summon a god, y/n…” Celia chuckled. There was a barrier between them and the humans. While many humans worshiped the old gods, no one ever actually heard from them. And they definitely didn’t summon them.

“Ugh, you’re right, I know you’re right… I just… I don’t know what else to do!” You let yourself fall back onto the pillows of your bed and let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Give me today, I’ll talk to my group at school and see if we can think of anything that this may be connected to. Just go to work and try and live like you don’t have a potential mark of death around your wrist,” Celia responded, patting your leg comfortingly. You sighed, knowing she was right. There was nothing much you could do but just pretend like everything was normal. 

You could do that… 

A few hours later you were making your way down the stairs heading to work. Unfortunately for you, there was only one way to the restaurant, which was right past the alleyway from the night before. You could walk another 35 minutes out of your way to walk around the entire square to the otherside, but it was too hot for that. 

The early morning sun was surprisingly warm against your skin. Humidity hung in the air like a wet blanket, making you squirm as you walked down the street. Yeah, there was no way you could walk that long in this heat, and you were grateful for the prescription strength deodorant that you doused yourself in this morning. 

As you approached the alleyway, the yellow caution tape caught your attention as a slight breeze ruffled it. It covered the entire alley entrance in a big X, though one could still slip through the tape if they really wanted. 

And for some reason, that's exactly what your brain told you to do. Carefully, you moved in between the tape, trying not to lose your balance and send the tape ripping off the walls of the alley. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this, but some innate sense deep inside of you pulled you in. 

The stench of the alley was strong, from the trash building in the dumpsters, to the blood that still stained the concrete- a crime scene crew had yet to clean it up. Trying not to throw up, you slowly walked deeper into the alley. 

A tingling sensation caressed your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was a soft tingle, like a breeze had blown through, meeting your skin. You inhaled as the tingling moved up your arm to your shoulder, and then back down your back, stopping halfway. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you felt something press up against your spine. The metallic smell was back, lingering in your nose. 

Whirling around, you were met with nothing but the empty alley opening up to the street. A group of teenagers had stopped to peer through the tape, trying to see what they could spot. Panting, you stood still, hoping they didn’t see you, and that whatever was just touching you was gone. Or just in your head- that would be fine too. 

Once the teenagers had satisfied their need to see the grotesque site, you made your way back out of the alley. Whatever just happened had to be connected to the god you had run into the night before- you were sure of it as the golden band around your wrist itched- but you didn’t want to think about it, not now anyway. 

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal. 

“Y/n! There you are,” your boss, Alex, greeted you as you walked in the doors of the kitchen. Alex was a force of nature that’s for sure. They were probably the kindest person you had ever met, and yet had such a stoic nature about them, that no one took advantage of them. It was something you secretly envied. 

“Hey Alex. How was opening this morning?” Your shift started a couple of hours after opening, so you wanted to gauge how the day started, as it was usually telling how the rest of the day would go into the night. 

“It was pretty slow, you know with the murder and everything,” Alex whispered. You nodded. He had no idea just how much you knew. “I suspect the rest of the day will be just as slow. Sooo, you know what that means! It’s a perfect day to train!” 

You groaned. Alex knew how much you hated training, but they couldn’t deny you were the best. 

“This is, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” Alex turned to the man standing behind him. You hadn’t noticed him at all, as he was half in the shadows. He took a step further, the light overhead shining on him like a spotlight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen, contrastingly sharply against his dark pupils. He was very handsome, his chin chiseled at just the right angles, his 5 o’clock shadow highlighting his jawline. Something about him sent alarm bells in your head, yet also made you want to fall to your knees before him. He just seemed so… familiar. 

“Kieran,” he responded, smirking slightly. His voice was deep, a thick irish accent coming through. It wasn’t rare to hear someone with an accent from across the seas over in this part of town, but something about him just sent a chill down your spine. Not to mention, your golden bracelet seemed to have warmed against your skin in his presence. 

“Right, silly me. Anyways, this is Kieran. He will be serving, so I want you to train him today. Really go over the menu and our practices…” Alex continued but you stopped listening. You couldn’t break the stare you and Kieran were entranced in, his smirk only growing by the second. It was as if he knew the effect he had on you, and he was relishing in it silently before you. 

‘Hello? y/n?” Alex waved a hand in front of your face. 

“Right… train him, I got it.” You said, breaking eye contact and turning toward Alex. They offered you a small smile and a wink, before turning to Kieran. 

“You’re in good hands. Y/n is the best!”

The two shared a small exchange before Alex left you alone with the man. Kieran turned to you, the smirk returning. It annoyed you, how cocky he already was without having to utter a single word to you. 

“So, have you ever worked in a restaurant before?” You asked, grabbing a menu from the server station next to you. 

“No,” his response was short and curt. This only annoyed you even more. You beckoned him to follow you, rolling your eyes as hard as you could when your back was to him. A low chuckle came from behind you, almost as if he knew of your secret act. 

You settled into a booth next to the kitchen, allowing him to slide in across from you. 

“Okay, so first things first, you have to know the menu. The rest will be so much easier if you know what we offer. We’re a higher end restaurant, so we offer a lot of ‘fine dining’ dishes. Lots of pastas, seafood, steaks, and all of that.” You began to explain. The golden band around your wrist buzzed with energy as you talked. It was hard to focus on what you were saying, as the buzz intensified. 

Kieran sat before you looking over the menu, memorizing what dishes you guys’ offered. As he did, you pulled your phone out to see a missed text from Celia. 

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later? 

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded. 

Sure. McCrakens? 

The Irish pub was your go to for drinks with Celia, and its atmosphere felt perfect for the conversation the two of you had to have. The pub was almost always packed out and so loud, you could barely hear your own self, let alone eavesdrop on anyone. 

Celia shot back a ‘yes 10:00 pm’ and you locked your phone, turning your attention back to Kieran. 

“Seems simple enough.” Kieran said, letting the menu fall onto the table. You nodded. There was no one else in the restaurant right now, so it was a little hard to begin any other parts of training him. 

“Where’d ya get that?” He asked, his deep voice interrupting your thoughts. He was nodding to your wrist. You looked to see what he was referring to, and realized the band of gold was on full display. 

“Oh, uh,” you scrambled for a response as you tugged the bracelet back down over your wrist that you had covering it. His eyes peered quizzically at you, his signature smirk gone. He was as serious as could be,  which made you look at him puzzled. 

“It was just a dumb thing I did at a tattoo shop,” you lied. He gave you a look that screamed that he read right through you. 

“I didn’t know they made gold ink,” he responded. You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could think of that would make sense. Instead, you decided to tell him the truth… well the half truth. 

“Alright, fine. I really don’t know. I just woke up with it this morning. My friend and I are trying to research to figure out what it means, but so far we’ve turned up nothing.” 

He stared at you intently, studying your wrist. You squirmed under his intense gaze. It was almost as if he was burning through the bracelet, the buzzing even more noticeable than before. 

“I think I may know something. Although, it’s a bit of a legend.” 

“That’s kind of the conclusion we’ve come to as well, that whatever this is has to be sort of supernatural like that.” 

You bit your lip as you tried to hold back what was about to come tumbling out of your mouth next. There was no way you could invite this man out to the pub tonight… not without him finding out you came into contact with a god. You couldn’t just go around telling anyone that sort of information. Not today. Especially not after last night's murder has been blasted all over the news, already blaming the gods. 

“I’d love too,” he said suddenly, making you jump slightly as you were pulled from your thoughts. You blinked, trying to figure out what you just asked him. 

“What?” 

“You invited me out tonight, with you and your friend.” He looked stumped. 

“No… I didn’t? Did I?” You were starting to question everything in your head just now… did you somehow let it tumble out of your mouth without realizing? 

“You did… are you okay?” He asked. You nodded, your throat suddenly too dry to talk. 

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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[the-guilty-writer]

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Request from @steveharringtonsgirl04: Hey! I have a request you can totally say not to it but it just keeps coming back in my head lol  soo dad hotch x teen reader where she just wants her dad to hold her :( like all the hotch hugs so he takes her to the BAU and nobody knows he has a daughter btw I absolutely adore your writing it’s literally my favorite!

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Summary: Hard days are always made better by Hotchner hugs.

A/N: I fully admit that I am lacking in creativity at the moment and I don’t love the “secret family” trope, so this is just short and fluffy Hotch being the best dad

CW: reader gets her period, mentions of vomiting, suggestion that reader’s mother is Haley but could always be adopted or from another relationship

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“Everyone has his day and some last longer than others.”

Well, you were having your day. And it was bad. Before the lunch bell rang for the day you’d already gotten a terrible night sleep, had Jack spill juice on your favorite top, been late for class, gotten locked out of your locker, tripped over your own feet causing you to face plant in front of the upperclassmen, and gotten your period.

It was safe to say that you were having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

You riffled through your backpack, looking for the bottle of Advil to ease the cramps, but when you found it, it was empty. You cursed under your breath.

Terrible. Horrible. No Good. Very Very Bad Day.

With the knowledge that you’d be unable to get through the rest of the day without being in pain, you swallowed your pride and went to the nurse’s office.

“I’m going to have to call a parent or guardian to bring you something,” the older lady told you. “It’s against school policy for me to give students medication without a doctor's note. Is there someone I can call?”

Usually the answer would have been Jessica, but for once she was the guardian who was out of town.

“Yeah, um, my dad,” you said.

The nurse gave you a sympathetic look and left. She came back a few minutes later. “He’s on his way,” she informed you.

Feeling exhausted and uncomfortable, all you could do was nod.

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When Hotch walked into the nurse’s office an hour later, he thought you might be on the verge of vomiting. While you tried to look as stoic as him, the paleness of your face gave away how you were actually feeling, and the guilt that he couldn’t get there sooner made his heart sink.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted you, sitting next to you on the cot. He pulled a bottle of Advil from his pocket and handed it to you.

“Thanks.” Your hands were slow but your voice was grateful. “Sorry you had to drive all the way here.”

“No need to apologize.” He kissed your forehead before you downed the pills. You leaned into him slightly and he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”

“‘S not your fault,” your voice was muffled by his suit. You leaned into him and he held you gladly. Just like your mom, you’d always liked hugs, even more so when you hurt.

“Do you want to come to work with me?” he asked. “You can come lay on the couch in my office for the rest of the day.”

You didn’t even question it. “Yes, please."

He signed you out at the front desk. You got a few funny looks, probably doubts that your cramps were really bad enough that you needed the rest of the day off school, but nobody was going to question the glock on your dad's hip or the ID on his shirt.

He helped you into the car, always showing you how any future partner you have should treat you. By the time he climbed into the drivers side, you were already slumped against the door, fast asleep. A gentle smile crept over Hotch’s face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, careful not to wake you, and then began driving to the office at Quantico.

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“Do you need anything?” Your dad asked before he sat down at his desk.

You were curled up on the couch in his office, a warm cup of tea on the small table in front of you and a fuzzy blanket. Halfway through the drive, your dad had stopped to get your favorite food. You had your laptop out so you could relax and watch your favorite movies. Really, you had everything.

“A hug?” you requested. That was the one thing he’d never say no to. He sat beside you on the couch and pulled you into a hug- the safest feeling in the world. As he let go, he kissed your forehead and then pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

You put the headphones on and turned on the movie. Your dad began his paperwork.

It was no longer a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

[vhagarlovebot]

FOLKLORE. academic rivals with modern! aemond. you could do a modern au but if that's not your thing then they could totally be battling over who knows high valyrian best.

ACADEMIC RIVALS — MODERN!AEMOND.

content warnings: fem!reader. nothing too explicit.

note: first of all, i’m so, so sorry it took me so long! i was struggling with my writing. like a lot. that’s why i didn’t answer your request sooner. i actually wrote this like ten times lol. i hope you like it and, again, i’m sorry to be answering this so late.

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

YOU HATE AEMOND TARGARYEN.

you’ve hated him ever since he opened his mouth just to humiliate you, after you answered a question about the history of valyria, to add a tiny, little detail you forgot to mention—that you absolutely knew but thought it wasn’t important—saying that “they would know this if they had studied.” with the most cocky smile you had ever seen. he even had the nerve to wink at you before looking straight ahead, as if nothing had happened.

from then on, every class you shared was the same. you tried to ignore him but as time passed, you couldn’t fight the urge to prove to him that you were better in every aspect. but the more you try, the worse it gets. aemond sees it as a challenge and enjoys riling you up.

you hate aemond targaryen.

you hate his silver hair. you hate his pale blue eyes. you hate his pouty lips. you hate his arrogant and smug ass, always trying to win every argument you two have. you hate how tall and lean he is, and how his muscles flex under his shirt every time he leans down to grab his backpack. you hate how he can’t go a day without opening his mouth to humiliate you, which always end in debates that have the whole class hating you two more than you hate each other. you hate how smart he is, something you’ll never admit aloud, because feeding his ego is the last thing you want. you hate, hate, hate how your heart rate picks up every time he looks at you with such intensity, you can’t even hold eye contact. you hate how everyone seems to be falling head over heels for him. and you absolutely hate that you have found yourself staring at him more times than you should.

everyone knows how you and aemond can’t stand each other. and that is exactly why you professor thought it was a good idea to pair you two for the last project of the semester, that way you could learn to “get along”. as if you’re in pre-school again.

so here you are now, sitting across from him in the library, pretending to read something when, in reality, you can’t stop looking at him, as he’s focused on the paper in front of him.

“are you reading?” he asks all of a sudden, startling you.

“are you blind?” you try to play it cool, leaning back on the chair.

“apparently you are,” aemond laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “you’re reading the book upside down.” a shiver rolls down your spine, face heating up in embarrassment at getting caught.

“yeah… whatever.” you leave the book aside, trying to ignore the big lump in your throat as you get up, not daring to look at him. “i’ll look for another book.”

what were you thinking?

you hide behind a bookshelf, covering your face with your hands. a million thoughts race through your mind, a lot of them being excuses so you can never have to face him again.

“i’m supposed to hate him,” you whisper, leaning against the bookshelf. you try to repeat the words in your mind but you can’t seem to believe it anymore.

“i don’t believe you,” you open your eyes, surprised that he’s followed you. aemond is looking at you with crossed arms and an amused smile. “and i’m sure you don’t believe that either.”

“you’re arrogant and annoy the shit out of me, of course i hate you!” but that only seems to amuse him even more, which makes you fume.

“nah, i think you want to kiss me.” he says, stepping closer. you take a step back, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

“that mouth of yours does nothing but talk dumb shit.” you slap his hand away when he tries to touch you, but aemond only chuckles, trying again and succeeding this time. his pale hand grabs your hip, caging you between the bookshelf and his body.

“such a fierce little thing.” he whispers, breath tickling your cheeks. “you want to know what else this mouth does?”

your breath hitch in your throat, and you lose the ability to speak. all you can do is surrender to him. the more you look at him, the more you notice certain things about him. like the freckles on his nose or the darkness filling his eyes, pupils so dilated you can barely see the blue.

“what? cat got your tongue?” he teases, hand sliding up, up and up until he cups your face.

“i hate you,” you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch. you don’t see it, but you can almost hear his smile.

“you keep telling yourself that, love,” he pauses and you stop breathing for a second, anticipation and adrenaline coursing through your body. “but i won.”

the butterflies in your belly go crazy the second you feel his lips against yours.

you hate aemond targaryen. or so you thought.

#note. . . i hope you liked it! some dialogues were taken from this list of prompts. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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[dolcezzatoru]

𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞!

toji fushiguro x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: alcohol, mentions of prev breakup, both of you are mutually toxic lol.

a/n: hey mickey by baby tate. erm. this ! makes me think of toji. anyways haha heyyy

stability isn’t something everyone craves in a relationship.

your last relationship left you with a sour taste in your mouth–and a strong disgust for men in general–and you made the mistake of going out on a girls’ night to keep your head above water.

while two of your friends went to the bathroom, one grinded on a random man she met earlier, leaving you swirling the empty drink in your hand and looking around for any way out. you motioned towards your friend, who wasn’t paying attention, that you’re getting another drink and decided to forget it and walk away as her dance partner’s hands travel all over. 

the man sitting at the bar made way as you pushed your way to the counter, but it didn’t stop another patron from knocking you into him.

first, you felt his muscles cushion the impact, and then you saw his face. collecting yourself, you stoof up and noticed his hardened, rough, yet oh-so-pretty face. he looked like a stray biker thug sitting in a small stool at the bar, and you were almost positive he was going to clock you for falling onto him.

“easy there, doll,” he said.

almost in a mocking tone, you realized, but his voice dripped with sweetness, and the scar on his mouth danced as his lips curled into a snarky smile.

he looked back at his drink, which had spilt all over him and the bar when you collided with him.

“ah, i’m so sorry,” you started, “someone bumped me-”

the bartender finally came over, interrupting you and yelling at you to order while you fumble getting your card out to start your tab.

“and what do you want,” you turn back towards the man on your right.

he cracks another smirk, quickly looking you up and down, before facing the bartender.

“i’ll take an old fashioned,”

you bit your tongue at the choice of his drink, but instead honed in on his zero-hesitation answer into letting you buy him one in the first place.

a seat clears next to him, and you shuffle into the seat as you wait for your drink.

“thanks for the drink, sweetheart,” he yells above the crowd in your ear, getting uncomfortably close to your neck as the hair on the back of it stands on end.

“hey, don’t mention it,” you shout back, “as an apology for falling on you,”

“ah, well if that’s all it took, i would’ve at least caught you”

you lean away, studying his face as you try to get a read on him. he looks at you with a smirk, almost an expectant look adorning his features as he plays with the empty glass in his hand.

something about him was sleazy–you knew that for sure. you were more-so reasoning if you cared enough to stop entertaining it.

you didn’t. 

the bartender handed you your drink as you shot a look back at your friends, who were doing their own thing with nameless people on the floor.

“i should’ve fallen into your lap sooner then,” you laugh.

he sizes you up with his look, letting the scar on his face snake as he curls his pretty lips one more time. and you can’t help but stare, and he knows it. as he moved to sit back, you noticed a cluster of hickeys pepper his nape and shoulders, peeking out from his ill-fitting sweater.

this was a little too easy.

he introduces himself as toji, just a man on business in town for the weekend. but he visited frequently, knew his favorite spots, and had a few people in the area that made visiting worth his time.

the two of you went through the usual pleasantries of introducing yourself, getting to know one another, but there was a strange feeling in the air. it’s almost like you knew that the other wasn’t really listening or cared.

you’re pretty sure he already forgot your name. and still you couldn’t care less. you didn’t care if everything he was telling you was just a big lie to get in your pants. it was working, after all, and you’d hoped he felt the same.

he seemed like he was slowly moving closer to you, and your suspicion was correct when his large hand found a place on your thigh, seemingly taking all of it in his hand and gently stroking up and down while he listened to you talk. 

toji heard it all, but listening was a stretch.

he was watching your face as you spoke about something or other…work, maybe? or were you still in college? the way your mouth hung onto every word, how it slowly let your drink coat your mouth, and how you pressed your lips together when you were trying to hear better; it was the only thing he was really paying attention to. 

toji could only think about how your body looked under your clothes, how your ass would feel being kneaded by his calloused hands… or maybe how low he could push your lower back down to take him deeper.

not saying your mind didn’t wander as well. the thick hand on your thigh was making your mind hazy.

you’d sworn off men for a bit after your messy breakup, but as the night went on, you modified it a bit. maybe you’d sworn off good men. men with potential.

toji’s appearance in your life would be fleeting. 

you told your girlfriends you had to go as you closed out your tab and followed toji back to his hotel.

his hands traveled all over your body–in the cab home, in the elevator up to his room. he wasn’t shy about being needy. the door was barely closed before he was making quick work of undressing you, marking your neck with love bites and smiling into you as he spoke sweet nothings to you.

toji pushed you towards the bed, climbing on top of you as he trailed his love bites down your body. just when you thought he was going to eat you out, he’s grabbing your waist to pull you up.

“on all fours,” 

his sudden dominating nature made you weaker than you’d care to admit, and you pathetically clenched your legs together as you listened and repositioned while you heard his belt undo behind you.

“god, wet like this already?” he teased, “must be my lucky day,”

“oh shut up and do something already,”

he quickly spanks your ass, cutting off your complaint with a wince.

“hey now, i’m callin’ the shots tonight, dollface,”

we’re swearing off good men. maybe we put up with this for one night.

one night turned into two, then three, then anywhere you could, any time you could.

he was a great distraction from it all. you’d find yourself writing every other man off any time he was in town just to hook up. how could you look in the direction of anyone else when you were at the beck and call of this man? 

he just had the perfect personality to waste your time. and you’d accept it with open arms.

toji fucked you like he loved you. or maybe like he hated you, you were still deciding.

on all fours, he traced your spine gently before pushing down on your back, making you collapse onto your forearms as your back arches deeply.

“that’s more like it,” he purrs, palming your ass in one hand and using the other to line himself up with your cunt.

you let out a wanton moan as he slams into you, not giving you any time to prepare to take all of him at once. he was thick, and set a tough pace as he let a mix of praises and grunts fall out of his mouth.

“fuck, you feel so good, baby,”

“this little pussy’s all mine, huh?”

“you’re being so perfect for me, doll”

your mind grows a little bit hazy as you feel every inch of him piston in and out of you, the heat building in you as toji picks up the pace. 

he grabs your forearms and pins them behind you, letting your face fall to the mattress as one hand keeps your wrists fastened together on your lower back. 

your eyes were rolling around as you softly closed your eyes, letting pure ecstasy take over as you threw out all dignity and pathetically moaned while approaching your climax.

“i’m–i’m g-gonna…” you stutter out.

toji pulls you up by your wrists, letting you arch against his chest as he continues to fuck you from behind.

“gonnaaaaaa….gonna what, sweetheart? can you speak up for me?” he teased between thrusts.

you barely have the coherency to fire back a remark at him, all you could focus on was the adrenaline rushing through you as you went barreling towards the edge.

“gonna c-cum, toji,” 

keeping up his rhythm, he whispers coyly in your ear, “wanna beg for me? y’know you wanna, right?” 

he was being an asshole. but you listened, for some fucking reason. it was second nature to you, suddenly.

“please, please please, lemme c-cum, please?”

“see? there ya go!” 

he thrusted a little bit deeper, a little bit quicker, palming one of your tits in one hand while gently nipping at your neck, holding you against him. your entire body shook into him as you both reached your climaxes, feeling him cum inside you. 

toji gave one more final thrust into you, turning his nibbles into gentle kisses as he whispered more into your ear.

“god, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,”

seeing stars, the afterglow had you thinking about your future with this man. after spending hours together, he probably couldn’t name one thing about you. who knows if he even heard you introduce yourself. 

none of that seemed to matter though, as you fantasized about being his sweet little housewife. maybe you’d marry him today, maybe you’d never see him again. something was telling you to settle into this though, and get a little comfortable with being his little distraction every now and then. 

what a waste of time. what a perfect little waste of time.

[angel-in-your-basement]

hey I hope this isn't too personal but your blog kinda made me realize I'm a sadist and (possibly?) a domme? having lots of feelings about this revelation so I kinda have an odd question as like: how does one get over like cognitive dissonance with regards to self conception? sorry if that's worded weird but like, I'm a huge massive softy with like, hyperempathy type brain nonsense so its kinda hard to imagine myself actually like *as* that kinda person. I'm aware soft-domme type stuff exists but idk like how to put it together in my head? sorry if this is a lil incoherent I just woke up lol. thank you for your kink education stuff and I hope your weekend goes well ^w^

(also any general starting out safety tips are greatly appreciated cuz ngl I'm very in over my head and wanna nip any hazards in the bud before I try experimenting)

Hi there! Not too personal at all, I’m happy to talk about stuff like this. I meant to answer this sooner but I’ve just been too damn busy irl, so here I am now!

When we are presented with new information and our beliefs are not making sense anymore, it’s time to sit down and reevaluate those beliefs. If you haven’t already, I would go look at this post, which goes into more depth about shame and questioning ideas about kinks. Since that post covered shame, I won’t go into depth on here, but we are going to talk about beliefs.

Why does this happen?

What is generally happening in cases like you’re talking about, is that we have formed ideas about ourselves (ex. “I am a big softy + hyperempathetic person”) and about the world (ex. “Sadists are tough/mean/scary/whatever”), and then we create logical conclusions based on those ideas (ex. “I couldn’t be a sadist, because I am soft and not tough/mean/scary”). Which works fine until we get new information that contradicts our conclusions.

What do we do?

When that happens, and we want to resolve it, we gotta find some flexibility in those beliefs! In your case, this might look something like this:

What is “that kinda person”, and exactly what parts don’t fit for you? What parts do fit?

Where did the “that kinda person” idea come from?

Is this always the case? Are sadists 100% like that?

What might someone look like who was very empathetic and ALSO a sadist? How do you feel about the idea?

Why might it actually make sense that someone empathetic would be a sadist?

The whole point here is get a good idea of where the conflict is, why it’s a conflict and then looking for areas of flexibility.

I can’t answer those questions for you, but here is a couple things from my experience that may be useful. I have known a lot of sadists, and just like every other group of people, they vary widely, but my favourite sadists have always been the people who are big, empathetic teddy bears who want to take care of me and coddle me just as much as they want to hurt me. I, myself, am like you, where I am very empathetic but I also very much enjoy psychological sadism.

Part of it, too, is that it just takes time to warm up to these new ideas, and you don’t need to go straight into the hardcore stuff. You can integrate sadism with basically any other kink, and sadism can look a ton of different ways. If it’s more that you like the idea of seeing someone struggling or being afraid, then even stuff like giving someone pleasure or taking care of them can be sadistic. And if you’re more into the actual act of inflicting pain, then you can do it in ways where people are enthusiastically encouraging you the whole time, if that’s what you need. You can also be a sadistic sub! Honestly, I think that’s the wonderful thing about kink - there’s a million ways to mix and match, and cater your experiences to exactly what you like.

Re: starting out safety tips, I think there’s already lots of good resources on this, so look into things like negotiation, safewords, SSC/RACK, red flags, etc. This post is already getting long so I’ll just say one thing that I don’t see talked about enough.

When you’re exploring new stuff and especially new relationships/dynamics, it’s very easy to get swept up by the emotions of it, particularly if you’re a people pleasing type person. All of the bad experiences I have had have stemmed from this - from being too excited and not being able to look at the situation rationally. So imo, it’s important to have clear boundaries for yourself (i.e. I will not do any sex stuff with someone until we have talked about xyz), and to have a plan to keep yourself safe that works under the assumption that you will likely be too enamoured to want to pull yourself away from the dynamic. Having platonic kinky friends really helps with this stuff! What all that actually looks like is a whole other discussion, so I’ll save that for another day.

[mynameismckenziemae]

Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter VII

We Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

She’s always gone too long

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: talk of medical stuff (sutures, blood, needles, etc)

“They’re being evaluated by medical now.”

A wave of nausea hits you at Penny’s words. Relief that he’s alive, along with everyone else, but fearing the extent of his injuries. You plop down beside her on the stairs with a heavy sigh. Penny squeezes your shoulder before rubbing a hand over your back.

“Does it get easier? The deployments?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“No. It doesn’t. All you can do is try not to worry and pray they make it back.” She replies.

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Waiting is the worst part. You and Steve hang out with Penny and Amelia in the house for the day, watching Nicholas Sparks movies on the couch.

Your phone starts to buzz. It’s a text from Jake.

Jake: Hey Sun. I haven’t seen them yet, but I think they’re okay. They took them to medical on scoop stretchers as a precaution but heard Nat bitching about it, and you know she would’ve been a wreck if she wasn’t sure Bob was good. You okay?

Tears of relief spring to your eyes. You feel like you can breathe again. He’s right, Natasha would’ve been fighting them every step of the way if Bob hadn’t responded to her.

Sunny: Oh thank God. I’ve been worried sick. I’m okay now. Thank you thank you thank you for telling me. Are you okay? Did you see them come in?

Jake: No problem, I’d want to know too if I wasn’t here. I heard them take the hit and about lost it. But Nat was so calm. Bob too, as usual. Just calmly asked them to deploy the barrier net as it was gonna be rough. I thought I was gonna puke. But she landed it perfectly under the circumstances, like always.

You get a picture from him and gasp when you open it—it’s a gorgeous, white-gold diamond engagement ring.

Jake: Don’t say anything, but I’m asking her to marry me when I get to see her. I’ve had the ring for a while, just been trying to plan the perfect proposal. But after today I realized it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care. Life’s too fucking short.

Sunny: OMG JAKE! It’s gorgeous! She’s going to love it! Congratulations!

Jake: Don’t jinx it! She hasn’t said yes yet. 😬

Sunny: Lol, there’s no doubt in my mind that she will. I better get an invite to the wedding.

Jake: Of course, if Nat doesn’t steal you as a bridesmaid, you’ll be standing with me as a groomsman. I think you can pull off a tux.

Sunny: Haha, I don’t know about that. I’d do it for you though.

Sunny: Nat told me you wanted to kill Derek that night at the Hard Deck. I’m really glad you didn’t (you’re too pretty for prison), but thank you for being my corner.

Jake: I would’ve in a heartbeat (I look good in orange) but I couldn’t have lived with myself if he would’ve hurt you because I stepped in. I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs sooner and wasn’t there for you.

Sunny: It’s not your fault. Nor is it mine I’ve come to realize. I’m just glad he’s gone and I can talk freely to you guys again.

Jake: Me too. I missed you. Hey, I gotta go. I think one of the nurses is coming. I’ll keep you updated if Bob can’t have his phone.

Sunny: Sounds good, thanks again, Jake. Go get your girl!

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You fill Penny and Amelia in on what Jake’s told you, leaving the proposal out since it’s not your news to share. Soon after, Penny leaves the room to take Pete’s call.

Amelia heads out too, going to get ready to hang with friends now that the dark cloud hanging over you all has lifted.

Soon Penny is back, offering no updates other than that they should hopefully be stateside again in the next day or two.

You head back up to your apartment to feed Steve his supper when you get another incoming text, this time from Nat.

Nat: Hey, Bob’s okay! He has a cut on his cheek from the glass and some bruising on his chest from the restraints, but he’s okay. I just got discharged and doc was going in by Bradley next, and then Bob.

You take a deep breath, the weight finally lifting from your chest.

Sunny: THANK YOU. I don’t even know what to say. I can’t express to you how grateful I am for getting him got him back. How are you?

Nat: I told you I’d bring him back safe. I’m great actually. 💍

A picture comes through of her and Jake. Tear-stained faces pressed together and grinning from ear to ear as she holds up her left hand, showing off her new ring.

Sunny: CONGRATULATIONS! What a beautiful ring! I’m so happy for you two!

Nat: He did good, didn’t he? I hate to do this, but can I let you go? Jake wants to call his mama and show her.

Sunny: Of course! Thank you again. Love ya.

Nat: Love you! See you soon!

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Bradley calls soon after.

“Hey Sunny girl, how are ya? Holding up okay?”

“Hey, yeah I’m good now that I know you’re all okay. How are you?”

“Physically, I’m fine, I didn’t need medical but it’s protocol if you’re hit. Mentally though? I’m a little shaken up actually.” He replies, the vulnerability in his response surprising you.

“Will you tell me about it?” You ask, phrasing it that way so he doesn’t feel pressured.

“Yeah, okay. I knew they had me locked in and I barrel-rolled to avoid the brunt of it, but in that split second I—I know it sounds cliche but my life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was done for, that I’d be seeing my rents again soon,” voice shaking, he continues, “The whole flight back I just kept thinking about everything I haven’t experienced, I mean I’ve done some cool shit in my life but…I don’t have anyone to share it with. No one to come home to, just an empty, quiet house. I don’t mean—I…I know I have you back again, I’m so grateful for that, and your mom and dad have never stopped trying, even though I keep them at arms length. Fuck, this isn’t coming out right at all, sorry.” He laughs wetly through his tears. “I just wanna love someone like my dad loved my mom, you know? Marriage, kids all that. Man, who knew almost dying would turn you into a sap?”

Your heart hurts for him. “I understand. It’s okay to want those things. You’ll find her.”

“I hope so. If not, I’ll just join you and Bob. We can be a throuple.” He replies, voice clearer now, back to his antics.

You laugh. “Maybe not that, but you know I’m always here for you, right? My parents too. And Mav and Penny. We all love you.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Sunny girl. Hey, I think Bob’s about done. I’ll let you go. See you in a few days, alright?”

“Sounds good, can’t wait to see you all” you reply, hanging up.

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You lay on the couch and Steve joins you, plopping down with a heavy sigh on your chest, pushing the air out of your lungs. You laugh and boop his nose. “You’re relieved too, huh?”

Your heart begins to pound when your phone rings. You accept the FaceTime and burst into tears as his sweet face appears, looking as handsome as ever, even when sporting a neatly sutured cut on his cheek.

“Oh no, I’m okay. I’m so sorry, honey. Please, don’t cry.” He says, slurring slightly.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m just so relieved. Are you okay? You sound funny.” You ask, laughing as Steve’s head pops up when he hears Bob.

“Yeah,” he yawns. “So I really don’t like needles. And they told me they had to numb the cut first so they could put stitches in. Then they pulled out this big needle and were about to stick it in my face to numb it. But then I got super lightheaded and the nurse told the doctor I was going…vasovaginal or something? Then they laid me down and put my feet up for a few minutes and gave me…a lousy-pam pill? I think that’s what they said, I don’t know, it made me tired though. I told them I don’t have a vagina though. Why would they say that Sunny?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you answer. “It sounds like you had a vasovagal reaction, which just means you were about to faint. It happens all the time when needles are involved. They put your feet up to get the blood flowing back to your head. The pill sounds like it was lorazepam, to help you relax to have the stitches done. Which looks good, by the way.”

“Oh…okay. That makes sense. God, you’re so smart, Sun” he chuckles.

“Thanks,” You smile, tears already drying.

He is going to be mortified tomorrow if he remembers this.

You can see he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’m just so tired.”

“I understand. I’m just glad I was able to see you. Do you know if anyone called Annie?”

“I’m not sure, could you though? And tell her I love her?” He mumbles, eyes drifting closed, the phone dropping slightly in his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll call her. Goodnight. I’m so glad you’re okay”.

“Me too. Night, love you”. He replies, hanging up.

Even though you know it's a slip off the tongue, your heart stutters.

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You shoot a text to Annie asking if she has a few minutes to chat and she calls you nstantly.

You tell her what happened and apologize for not getting in touch sooner, but you didn’t want to worry her while she’s on vacation until you knew more.

“It’s okay, I understand and appreciate it.” She assures you, talking over the girls who are yelling for her in the background. She lets you go after promising her a coffee date when she’s back.

You let Steve out a last time, get your work stuff ready for the next day, and fall into bed early, utterly exhausted from the stress of the day.

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Bob wakes up the next morning stiff and sore, but feeling well rested. As he’s stretching the kinks out, the conversation with Sunny comes rushing back to him. He groans as he remembers telling her about fainting over a needle. He feels like he might be sick when he recalls saying ‘I love you’.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it though, as Bradley knocks on the door, giving him a 5-minute warning before their debriefing.

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You check your phone on your lunch break and you have a single unread text.

Penny: They’ll be back tonight by 6.

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A/N: Sorry for the little cliff hanger last night. I think this is the first chapter I’ve written with no smut lol. Any one catch on to what I’m setting up for Bradley?

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[universal-casey]

Hello again. I want to apologise to have bothered you from my previous asks again, and I hope you’re doing well. The $wap AU and Sovime AU have been a joy to read about. I also have to say your design choices for each give them such a distinctive difference, that I would love to know your inspirations.

(Also I’m sorry saying the wrong height in one of my asks. I didn’t mean that Soviet was 2ft but 2 meters. Even though 3 meters would be more correct…? I don’t know much. But I’m sorry for making that small mistake.)

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(Explanation with sources:)

As you may know. Norway is the country that gives the Nobel Peace Prize. (To Swedens dismay or happiness.) And it’s quite a big deal.

And well, at the end of the Cold War. Someone got it. Someone quite important.

You might know them as President Mikhaïl Gorbatchev. The last leader of the Soviet Union. Why did he get it? Well, it was because he ended the Cold War. Or as the Nobel Peace Prize committee themselves stated:

“Prize motivation: “for the leading role he played in the radical changes in East-West relations””

“In 1989 the Berlin Wall fell, and the Cold War between East and West was brought to a halt. In 1990, the Nobel Committee gave President Gorbachev the main credit for this by awarding him the Peace Prize.”

Here is a video of when he came to Norway lol.

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I have read your AU, and while I obviously know you took liberties in certain aspects of history. And that this is Countryhumans. I can’t help but ask you. Even if Norway, if I am correct, got *invaded* because of the small but important river up on their border. (Seriously though, Pasvik river???? That’s what got the final straw??? Not the U-2 spy plane crash, (which caused Nikita Khrushchev to threaten Norway, with what you have probably guessed, A-Bombing all *airports* in the country.) Not the disagreements of WW2. Not even Leon Trotsky (which was threatened out of Norway) NOT even Svalbard was the cause… but the river????? The measly river…? It’s just too hilarious. And Soviet made Norway the nuclear power house??? That one??? The one that put Germans after WW2 in cages and threw rocks and tomatoes at them… (Depending on where you were at the time.) That’s the country he gives nuclear power plants too??? The one he actually liberated once (WW2 the Liberation of Finnmark.)????? No wonder then, that he would have gotten paranoid in 1995, when Norwegian scientists released a rocket to take samples up in the stratosphere… and everyone thought it was a missile. Sorry, it’s just too funny. I couldn’t help but ramble.)

I just want to say I respect what you’re doing. This is in no way to offend you. I couldn’t care less of what you make of Norway. After all, he is just an unimportant side character. (Idk.) And while I love my country, I know we are unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

However, I must know. (Since I assume Soviet is the one who would have gotten the Peace Prize in your AU. With them being the leaders or something.)

What did he do with it lol?? Please, I beg you. I must know what he did with it. (Unless Norway got *invaded* before that. Then poop.) It is a necessity for my being to know. Like, what happened to it lol. Go crazy with it. I just must know. Please 🙏 You don’t have to tell me what Norway thinks. I can probably guess. But I need to know that medals lore in your AU.

Well, neither Soviet, nor the human leaders in the Soviet Union, ever got a Nobel peace prize for ending the Cold War, since it is still ongoing into the 2020s thanks to the takeover of America!

Norway was taken over because of the nuclear power, not in spite of it. Not sure where the river idea came from lol.

I’m sorry for not answering your asks sooner!! It’s just they require a lot of research and I haven’t been in the mood to do extensive research as of late lol

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songfic #1 - Captain Jack by Captain Jack

Okay, so. I've just had an idea of starting to write songfics and I'm going to a Captain Jack concert next month so I've been preparing for it by listening more to their music lol. Anyways, I wrote this on my phone, it's not proofread so please just ignore any mistakes you find lmao. I think I might even used the wrong pronouns for Aaron at some point in the fic i'm so sorry. It's just a lil' something i put together in like 10 minutes lol

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Warnings: heavy alcohol consumption word count: 1.3k

Hotch knew it was a bad idea to send y/n on an undercover mission to a Project X sized house party among teenagers, but she was the youngest therefore she could blend in the best. y/n indeed blended in perfectly, in fact, she did it too well. 

The team knew who the unsub was and they also knew they would be at the party, so they thought it would be an easy and quick mission to finish; y/n goes in, spots the unsub then brings them outside where the team would wait for them. 

“Oh God, there are a lot of people here, how will I find them?” y/n asked in a slightly panicked voice, she really didn’t like crowded places and the fact it was crowded with a bunch of horny teenagers, mostly boys, made her feel uneasy. 

“Just take a look around, talk to people, it should be easy to spot our unsub.” Hotchner told her softly through her earpiece. He really wished he could be inside with her. 

“Okay, I will need a minute, I’ll tell you if I find them.” y/n said and started going around the enormous house, slightly wincing at the blaring music now and then. 

“I don’t think i’ve seen you around, are you new in the neighbourhood?” A boy smirked at y/n holding a beer. She smiled at him sweetly. 

“Yes, I just moved here recently. One of my friends invited me, actually.” y/n hated small talks; one of the reasons she and Aaron got together later rather than sooner was because she wasn’t willing to make any small talk with the Chief. But in the end it worked out perfectly well for them and she couldn’t be happier about it. She wished she could just spend the night with Hotch, cuddling on their couch, watching some crappy movie on the TV. 

“What are you drinking? I’ll bring it to you.” The boy smiled at her, looking at y/n’s body. 

“Oh, nothing, but thank you.”

“Come on. You came to a party and you’re not drinking? What are you, 40 or something?” he laughed. Y/n was offended, she wasn’t even 30 yet. “I’ll bring you a surprise drink then, I guess.”

“That’s really not necessary.” y/n tried to protest but then Aaron’s voice caught her attention in her earpiece. 

“Drink something. But be careful.” he told her. Anything to blend in. 

Many, many drinks (which Hotch didn’t know about) and about an hour later the unsub left the party through the back door, thankfully Emily and Derek were there quickly to arrest them. With that, today’s job was done and they could finally go home, however when Aaron notified y/n about the situation, he didn’t really get the answer he was thinking he would get. 

“There’s a bit of a problem I think.” y/n slurred, making Hotch sigh. She didn’t listen to him about consuming just a bit of alcohol, enough to blend in. y/n was drunk, not a little and Aaron knew he had to get inside to take her out of there. 

“Are you okay, y/n? I’m going in to get you, where are you exactly?” he asked while making his way into the house. 

Answer from y/n about her position wasn’t necessary because as he went into the house, she was in the middle of the room dancing with a lot of drunk and horny teenagers. He looked at his girlfriend then locked eyes with one of the boys next to y/n.

“Yo, who’s that old man there?” he asked the others and y/n head snapped to the direction where Aaron stood, eyes widening. 

“Shit. Um, that’s my daddy, I actually sneaked out of the house. I think he’s here to get me and lock me in my bedroom forever.” she slurred laughing at her own lie. 

Aaron made his way to y/n and grabbed her hand to take her out to the fresh air. 

“Wait no! This is a really good song, can we wait until it ends? Pretty please!” she said, looking at him, praying with her hands. Aaron raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Let’s just go outside, you can hear it there perfectly well y/n, come on.” 

Aaron realized quickly that y/n being drunk was an understatement. She was wasted. Barely able to stand, let alone walk. He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her outside. 

“Forwarrrrrd, march!” y/n sang along as she in fact tried to march forward, only to fall face forward onto the muddy grass. 

“Jesus, y/n!” Hotch tried to pick her up but she just flowed out of his hands like liquid. y/n laughed and after some time she stood up so they could actually start walking out of the party. She tried to dance to the music while walking but she was so intoxicated, it seemed like she had a serious seizure and Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at her girlfriend. 

“Go left, go right, go left!” y/n shouted and took a step in the wrong direction, almost falling again but Hotch catched her successfully. It felt like a whole new mission to him. Rescuing Agent y/l/n out of a house party. 

“Honey, that’s the wrong direction.” he said softly to her but she just continued to sing along, well it was more like one big slur. 

“Hmmm the alcohol is free here, did you know that? This is my new favourite bar!” y/n said excitedly. They were almost out of the gates when she suddenly stopped holding up a finger. 

“What? Are you sick?”

“Nooooo, Hotchy Potchy, I’m waiting for my part.” she babbled like a toddler, smiling wide. 

“Your part?” Hotch furrowed his brows, having a really hard time understanding his own partner. Before y/n could answer him, she started singing again. 

“Weee arrre running to the railroad trackkkk, run alonggg with Captain Jack!” the she abruptly stopped her singing and seemed to be thinking for a minute. Hotch didn’t say anything just waited patiently. “Actually, I haven’t seen Captain Jack in this party, so I don’t really know where i’m supposed to run.”

Aaron just laughed at her face; confusion mixed with a bit of sadness. 

“Sweetheart. Let’s just run to the car okay?”

“Is Captain Jack in the car?” she looked at him squinting her eyes. 

“Yes, he’s definitely there. Now come on.” he laughed, placing his hand on y/n’s waist, leading her out of the gates but she stopped again. Aaron sighed looking at her. 

“Wait. I want a kiss first. I might be able to run faster if you kiss me.” she slurred and he just laughed and kissed her softly. 

“What the fuck? You’re a freak! Why are you kissing your own father?” the boy from inside yelled at y/n and everyone else looked at them in disgust. y/n’s eyes widened as she took Aaron’s hand and started running outside to the car. They definitely just killed the party. 

When Aaron helped y/n into the passenger seat, she seemed to forget about Captain Jack being in the car. Instead, when he got into the car and sped down the road y/n looked at him, deep in thought. 

“Hmmm. It was a really good song, I just don’t know what those few foreign lines mean.” she said and looked out the window. He raised an eyebrow, he knew the song very well and he knew it didn’t have any lines that were not in English. 

“Which lines do you mean?” he asked, unable to hide a smile. 

“Deedado.” she said simply. Hotch just snorted. 

“What?”

“Deedado, badeedado, badeedadeedadeedado. And then it’s half English. She sings badadadeedado, left right right left. I don’t know what it means.” y/n said confused. 

“Love, I think you should close your eyes and relax until we get home. Then I'll put you into bed, okay?” Aaron said smiling looking at y/n who was already fighting sleep.

 Eventually she fell asleep in the car and Aaron couldn’t wake her up when they got home so he just picked her up and placed her into their bed. 

[avatarmerida]

So this is another scene I like that I don’t have a place or exposition for so like imagine Hunter and Luz were messing with time pools or something lol. Time travel Huntlow 💛⏳💚

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“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asked. Hunter shook off the impending headache from whatever had just happened and looked up to see Willow standing over him, the sunlight framing her like a halo as Hunter felt it always did and yet-

She looked... different.

“Un, I’m okay... I think?” He said, turning his head to see if maybe it was just because she was upside down but no. It was clear that while the girl above him was Willow, she wasn’t his Willow. Er, rather, the Willow that he knew. Of course she wasn’t his Willow, what did that even mean? Of course if she wanted to be she could-.”

“Are you sure?” She teased endearingly, sensing his uncertainty as she extended her hand to help him off the ground. “It seemed like you hit your head pretty hard.”

“Yeah I should be-,” she brought him quickly to his feet, even without trying she was strong. Or maybe he was scrawnier that he thought. Maybe both. Either way it left him breathless and he fought the against the telling look he knew wanted to take over his face. “-fine.”

“Are you a new student?” She asked, titling her head to the side. She asked him the same way she had when they first met. But her sleeves had been green that day and now they were purple.

Her hair was also shorter, her glasses were a different color, and there was something else hovering in her voice. He was certain this was no illusion by the kindness that shone in her eyes. He definitely knew this was Willow, but she definitely didn’t know him.

“Uh, yes I just transferred ?” he said, feeling an overwhelming sense of Deja vu. “Do you... really not recognize me?”

Had she maybe forgotten him? Or had he-

“Um no, I don’t think so sorry,” this Willow replied gently. She looked so genuinely disappointed to give him that answer. Was it because she wished she knew him or because she could tell he wanted to be someone she knew? Her eyes glanced down and saw she was still holding his hand and she dropped it shyly. “Do we have a class together? I’m pretty would remember meeting you.”

Titan, what did that mean???

“Are you lost?” She continued, her voice calm and quiet as though she was talking to a lost puppy. Hunter couldn’t breathe. The stunned look on his face drew confusion on hers and the way he looked at her with wide, dizzy eyes made her worried he had a concussion. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead and her face grew more concerned. “Your face looks pretty red, do you want me to walk you to the infirmary?”

As tempting as a walk with Willow sounded and as much as he wanted to stay here and let her dote on him, he needed to stay focused. He needed answers. “Um, actually I’m looking for my.... sister. Maybe you know her? Her name is Luz?”

“Hmm, I don’t think I know anyone by that name either,” said Willow sweetly. “Sorry I’m not more helpful. What track is she on? I bet I can help you find her.”

That confirmed it: somehow Hunter had ended up in the past. He couldn’t have gone too far, judging by the weather and Willow’s appearance it couldn’t be more than a few months. This must be right before she and Luz met, maybe right before Luz got to the demon realm. Did that mean she wouldn’t recognize him either? Had she been sent back with him? A trip to the Owl House would answer that, if she was sent back with him that’s where she would go first and if she wasn’t the Owl Lady was bound to have some cockamamie solution.

Then it suddenly dawned on him: he had a second chance at a first impression. Maybe that’s why whatever portal had thrown him out of the sky had placed him in front of this girl with abomination goo on her face and frazzled hair who, because had they met sooner as he often wished, his former self would’ve walked right passed her. What a fool! But now he knew better. Now, he had a chance to lay on all the charm of the Golden Guard without his arrogance standing in his way.

He took a deep breath and tried to seem smooth. “Maybe... you could show me around?” He said in a low voice, extending his arm to lean against the tree and somehow missing entirely. Willow giggled as he stumbled and rose back to his feet, she was fairly certain he was concussed.

“I’d love to!” she said with a bright smile that faded as quickly as it appeared. “But, actually I should probably tell you... since you’re new-.”

“What?”

“I’m not exactly... ‘popular,’ she admitted, her eyes darting to the dirt as she made air quotes with her fingers. “And if people see you with me... well, your reputation at Hexside will be ruined before it even starts.”

He hated to see her doubt herself. He knew that in a few short months this mindset would weaken and she’d be able to see herself for how wonderful she was. He knew in most cases, time travelers weren’t supposed to alter the past, but that seemed impossible now.

Hunter also hated the phrase ‘kill two birds with one stone,’ but the response that popped into his mind did just that. Only now, in this lost day or dream or whatever this moment was, did he have the rare nerve and opportunity to voice it.

“I guess being seen with you would ruin my reputation,” he said in his best O’Bailey impression, putting his hands in his pockets to appear causal. “If I had a reputation for not knowing any pretty girls.”

Then he winked at her. He ripped a page right out of her own unpublished book and winked at her. Dear Titan who was he???

“Oh.” She gasped quietly and a small blush crept onto her face. Hunter was relieved she understood his clumsy compliment. He had never seen her blush before. He liked it. He really liked it. “Well, I mean I ... if you’re sure.”

“Uh, yeah I’m sure,” he said, his confidence fading as hers seemed to grow and for a moment they met in the middle. “Very sure.”

“Well okay then, Mr. Very Sure,” she said brightly, a familiar spring in her step returned as she extended her hand to him once more. “I’m Willow, Willow Park.”

Future Captain of Hexside’s first flyer derby team, his mind filled in for him.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, reaching to take it. “I’m-.”

“Hunter!”

Hunter turned around and saw Luz, definitely the Luz he knew, standing in the middle of a floating portal of swirling pinks and green frantically waving him over.

“Luz! What’s going on?”

“Time travel. Duh.”

“Well, I know that!” He groaned. “I mean how-?”

“It’s like a blip or a loop or something, Eda says don’t worry about it,” said Luz casually, though Hunter was not one for not worrying about things. “As long as we don’t talk to ourselves in the past this should all just like cancel out or something. Oh, hi Willow!”

“‘Cancel out?’” He repeated his eyes darting back to a very confused Willow who gently waved out of politeness at her future best friend. “So... like none of this counts? She won’t remember this?”

“Probably not, but we don’t have time to stick around and find out; we gotta go! C’mon! Bye past Willow!” Luz said as she ducked back into the portal.

He went to follow her, knowing it was important, but something about leaving Willow didn’t feel right. It felt rude. He knew she would forget this and they would eventually meet as they were meant to. He also knew he may never get the opportunity to speak with no consequences, he couldn’t let that go. He turned back to Willow who seemed to have gathered that there was something more going on that she probably wasn’t meant to ever know the answer to.

“Guess I’ll have to show you around another time,” said Willow, sensing his hesitation to leave.

“I’d like that,” he said, looking back for a second to ensure the portal was still open before turning back to her with determined eyes. “I really, really would. But, uh, real quick before I go... I just need to tell you that I think you’re so cool and amazing and anyone who tells you anything else or anything less is crazy and stupid and a liar. You’re strong and brave and strong and smart-.”

“You said ‘strong’ twice,” she pointed out with a modest smile, raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah, well that’s how strong you are,” he said maybe a little too loudly, cursing himself for losing his cool.

“And how would you know?” She said, her heart floating between being flattered and skeptical. “You just met me. How could you-?”

“Alsoyourecute.” he added quickly, covering his mouth with his hands as soon as the words escaped. But he did not regret it.

“Oh,” Willow blinked, brushing her hair behind her ear, wondering if she heard him correctly. “Thank you? I-I’m sorry, who are you again?”

“He’s gonna be in trouble if he doesn’t get moving!” Luz called, reappearing and looking even more urgent and then adding in a bubbly tone. “Also, hi again Willow!”

“I’m Hunter,” he said as stoic and noble as he could, attempting to save any part of this interaction, even if it would only live in his memory. “We haven’t met yet. But we will. Soon. In the future. We’re... friends.”

Friends, she thought fondly, we’re friends. She couldn’t help but feel like he said the word as though it held more meaning, or that he wished it did.

“Oh, well then I look forward to meeting you, Hunter.” She said, extending her hand to him again.

“Likewise,” he said, taking her hand one last time and bring it to his lips, keeping his eyes on her and feeling his heart flip as her blush made a return as he pressed a kiss on her knuckle. He wondered if this would have the same affect on a Willow who knew him. She wondered exactly what kind of friends they turned out to be.

Oh Titan, the voice in Willow’s head breathed, how am I supposed to forget this???

“Okay... byeeee!” He attempted to take his leave and run towards Luz but once again turned around to ask one more important question.

“Also, sorry, one more thing real quick since I’m here, for research purposes: uh do you think I’m cute?” He said, folding his hands in front of his face before a powerful force suddenly removed him from Willow’s presence before she could respond.

“Let’s go Hunter!” Groaned an aggravated Luz, having emerged from the portal to hurry him up, extra grumpy that she had to be the strict one between the two of them. She processed to grab him by his collar and drag him away herself very unceremoniously. “We’re on a tight schedule!”

“Ow! I know! I made the schedule!” He protested, trying to wiggle free from Luz’s hold and digging his heels in the dirt to slow the process. “Hold on can you just let her answer first?”

“She just met you!”

“I know we just met but Iike based on first impressions just like objectively would you say I was cute?” He called back to Willow as she watched the siblings struggle from a safe distance. “Like in your personal opinion. Don’t think about it too much, maybe like a word association thing like if you had to pick a word and that was a choice would it be-.”

“Hunter, you’re embarrassing yourself!” Luz exclaimed as she hauled him into the portal like he was a sack of potatoes.

“She’s not gonna remember this so why does it matter?!” He shouted from the other side and the pair continued to argue until Willow could no longer hear them and the portal or blip or illusion or whatever it was safely closed behind them and vanished entirely from sight.

Willow’s scroll buzz and broke her from her daze.

“Willow! Where are you? You’re gonna be late for first period? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m fine just running a little late is all,” Willow assured him. “Hey, do you happen to know anyone on the Oracle track? I was thinking about getting a reading done after school.”

“Yeah, why? What do you wanna know?” He asked mischievously.

“I think... there’s someone special in my future,” she said as she started to walk to school, trying to hide her smile for Gus’ knowing eyes. “And I wanna find out when I get to answer his question.”

[minstrel-in-the-gallery]

For the hang with me thing (sorry I didn't see it sooner!):

Tell me a bit about what your hobbies are and your interests if that's not too personal :) otherwise there's option b), about what topic would you like to see another Monty Python film? You can also answer both 💚

Thank you for the ask!!! 🫶 I’ll answer both!

My interests are basically exactly what I post on tumblr lol! Mostly Jethro Tull :3 I have very intense interests so I tend to care about 1 particular thing rather than lots of small things.

Other interests I don’t really post about is AFL, I love watching the footy! And cricket when it’s summer. I myself don’t play any sports but I lift weights sometimes. I like a little bit of history, but I’m not very knowledgeable at it so I don’t mention it too much. I did study Alexander The Great, though! I also enjoy dolls, which I feel is a very random interest but I really like Rainbow High, lol! Actually, I enjoy a great deal of kids shows, particularly aimed for little girls. I think it’s cause I love being able to engage with stuff I couldn’t really when I was little.

My hobbies are mainly just drawing, writing (which I’ve been doing a lot of lately!) and playing bass (though I’ve been slacking lately, uh oh). Im ashamed to admit I don’t do much 😭 I’m also learning languages, Japanese and Dutch, though I don’t do it very often. I’m also thinking about picking up German (my dads family is from Germany) but 2 is quite enough for now xD

As for what topic I’d like a Monty Python movie on… good question! I really like the long cohesive movies like LOB (compared to MOL), so definitely something like that. I think it’d be cool to be their interpretation of a mystery movie! Perhaps like a 40s mystery 🤔

Thanks for the ask 💛💛💛

[frickinsleepdeprived]

Comatose (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

I've had this in my google docs for a while so I figured fuck it let's post it to tumblr lol hope you guys enjoy!

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He normally never fell for someone under his training.

Yes you were the same age as he is, but that doesn’t constitute a romantic relationship between the two of you. Rengoku takes his job with the utmost pride and frankly, taking you under his wing was probably the hardest thing he’s had to do so far other than training to be a hashira himself. Oftentimes in the night he’d find his dreams somehow involving you, be it romantic or otherwise.

And it’s not like you’re off the hook either. Your mind always wandered to his calloused hands when training with him, and when he was facing you head on you couldn’t help but wonder how he felt about you. But you'd never surface these feelings of course. This is your trainer, you're his tsuguko. It's only right to keep these feelings concealed.

That is, until your master fell mysteriously ill…

You had no idea how it happened. It all started at the butterfly mansion when you guys were working on your sword form. "Now, align your legs with mine…" He instructed, your hands intertwined on the handle of your blade. His hands, though calloused and scarred from previous battles, were always warm especially during the winter. Then he started with a cough, it wasn't anything major but you could tell it was bothering him. After about three days, his body temperature dropped a bit, but not by a noticeable amount. Then about a week later he just…collapsed.

"Master? Master Rengoku wake up, come on!" You tried your best to shake him awake but you failed miserably. Holding his freezing body in the fresh winter snow, you held his head in your lap, your tears falling on his face. "Oh gods… KANAO! GET SHINOBU NOW! RENGOKU HAS COLLAPSED AND WON'T WAKE UP GO GET HER NOW!" You shouted for the girl to get Shinobu, who by now is a mere few feet away with a few other medics.

"What happened? I heard screaming so I came as quickly as I could." Shinobu asked all of the questions she needed answers for. You answered them as best as you could but the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

"H-he just fell. He started with a cough about a week ago and then there was sniffling and shortness of breath. Then after three days his body temperature dropped slightly. I insisted that he go to you for help but he refused constantly. Shinobu I'm so sorry about this…" you felt so guilty. To think that you wouldn't go to her about this earlier was insane to you. She took your arms and forced you to look at her, a sincere look was in her purple eyes.

"(Y/N), this isn't your fault. I should've noticed something or anything that could've compromised his health. Rest assured that this will be taken care of. Now come inside, it's cold." She took you by the shoulder gently and led you inside.

Weeks later: turns out Rengoku suffered from a long term illness that he caught from his last mission. How no one noticed Shinobu couldn't understand. Perhaps he got better on his way home or something. But it caught up to him when it festered in his body. Just a really bad upper respiratory infection, but it forced him into a coma. So here you are, three weeks later kneeling next to his bed where he lay still. An oxygen mask on his face so his vitals remained stable. You didn't know if he was going to live, but maybe if you just talked to him he could hear you. After all, most people hear a lot of things in their sleep.

"I know I should be training right now master Rengoku, or Rengoku… I don't know what you want me to call you at this point. Since everyone was so insistent that I put master before your last name, but you wanted me to just call you Rengoku. But that doesn't matter right now, hell I don't know what matters to me anymore now that my training is halted. Now that you're sick and there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, I wish I had noticed sooner…" You held your head in shame, the guilt burning your heart and mind with intrusive thoughts but you knew you couldn't let them win. So you turned to prayer instead, as Gyomei always preached to pray on things whenever it gets tough. Holding Rengoku's hand, which by now was cooler than usual in temperature, you struggled to find the words to say.

"Look, I don't know who's listening right now… but the man that I'm holding hands with needs your help. He's ill and he hasn't woken up for weeks. I can't let him die, I can't do anything without him. Life feels so empty without him, like I've lost such an important part of myself. I just need you to help him, do something, anything for this man that I hold so dearly in my heart. Even if it's something small, I want to be able to tell him I love him. That I care about him so deeply that it keeps me up at night. How it drives me to do my best every fucking waking day. I love him and I don't want to lose him, for mine and his betterment. I just want him to get better or even just wake up. So… if you're out there, please please please give me a sign you'll help him. Show me a sign, I don't want to lose him… please I'm begging you…" you felt the tears run down your face and neck as your head rested on the mattress.

It was silent for a few minutes, then minutes turned into an hour and you were slowly but surely losing hope. Then you noticed that his hand began to feel warm. Not by a grand amount but it was definitely much warmer than it was before. You grasped his hand again, silently hoping that another sign would come around. Then you felt the blanket shuffle a bit, he was finally moving. Looking up at him you saw his eyes half lidded and looking right at you. A weak smile adorned his face as his eyes bore into your mind. "M-master Rengoku? Can you hear me?" You asked him, desperate for an answer. He pulled off the oxygen mask and set it off to the side, taking in fresh air that wasn't from a tank. He looked at your disheveled and frail form, almost like he was longing for something. Or maybe he was longing for you.

"How many times have I told you to just call me Rengoku? Now come here my tsuguko, before anyone else has the chance to embrace me." With an unspoken amount of force he pulled you to him, pulling you into a hug that you gratefully returned. "I heard your prayer, you know…" oh… he heard your prayer. "I've got to say, I had no idea you harbored such feelings for me. If only I had known…" He pet your hair to comfort you from the idea that he almost died. You looked up at his red and golden eyes, they shone brightly in the golden hour light of the evening sun.

"W-what do you mean? I'm not denying the prayer at all. But that last part? Are you suggesting something?" You inquired, wanting to know more that was in your master's mind. He merely smiled and sat up, inviting you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Master please, I want to understand what you meant." You pleaded with him, making him chuckle a bit.

"Goodness, you're always so eager to get down to the truth my tsuguko. I'll tell you more about it later, but for now… I should focus on my recovery, I'll most likely be on bedrest for a bit so you're more than welcome to drop by my quarters if you wish to see me. Does that sound good?" You simply nodded in response. There was nothing else that could be said.

"I'm just gonna go get a nurse. That sound good to you, uh, Rengoku?" It felt weird calling him that. Moreover it felt a little wrong.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you (Y/N)..." He put the oxygen mask back on, clearly having trouble breathing. So you went out, got Shinobu to tell her that Rengoku was finally awake, and went to wait outside of the room. You don't know what happened to him after that, but you knew for a fact that he was going to be okay.

Another week went by and you're sitting with Rengoku in his room at the hashira headquarters. Here you guys talked about practically anything and everything. Life, food, hobbies, just simple things that normal people would talk about. Although there was one thing you couldn't avoid any longer. "Um, Rengoku… can we talk about something a little more serious for a second?" You asked, watching the flame hashira with intent. He looked up from whatever he was reading, flashing his famous smile of course.

"Absolutely, what's on your mind my tsuguko?" God his voice is just captivating… maybe a little too captivating. You knew having a crush was hard but you didn't think it'd be this hard. "Little flame, don't go blank on me now. What's on your mind?" Oh lord that nickname was perfect. You shook the thoughts away for a second and cleared your throat.

"Remember when you fell into that three week coma, when I kneeled next to you and prayed for your recovery? And I kinda let my feelings for you slip out in said prayer?" You asked, feeling almost timid at the idea of even mentioning it. He put his book to the side and turned your way.

"Well, yes I distinctly remember that. Which I suppose is rather strange given my state at the time… is this about that last bit that you had asked me about?" You could only nod in response, averting your gaze away from his. "Well, with that said… I too, um…" He struggled to find the words to say, looking around at anything other than you.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm not going to judge you. You know me too well to know I wouldn't be offended at anything you have to say to me." You said, gently using the tips of your fingers on his jaw to have him face you, cupping his cheek in your palm. Something that he did for you since you started training with him so he could ease any anxiety you may have felt. "And hey, if you can't find the words to say, just show me what you mean. I trust you." At the mention of those words, Rengoku took your hand from his face gently and kissed the top of it.

"If you insist, my flame…" He spoke softly, his face getting closer and closer with each passing second. And then, as if it were a daydream, your lips collided for a mere few seconds before he broke away. “I, well, I too share the same feelings for you. And I know it might be rather unprofessional, but I can’t help but admit to it now. So I apologize for my dishonesty-" You cut him off with another kiss, effectively taking him aback but he ultimately gave into his desires. Cupping your face in his hands he tried closing the distance even more, tilting his head to make it even more intimate. You snaked your arms around his neck, wanting to be even closer even though you're basically on top of him. He pulled away to get some air, chuckling a bit as he did so. "Well, I see that the feeling is mutual?"

"Yes, very mutual indeed. Now, do you want to make this official so it feels less awkward when I call you by your last name? Or, do you want to keep things professional so I have to use formals?" You joked, smiling into yet another kiss that was tenderly placed on your lips. This time Rengoku's hands moved to your waist, softly pressing you into his chest.

"I will gladly take that first option, my sunflower." He finalized after he broke the kiss. "You know, you do take away the breath of even the mightiest of hashiras right?" He smiled as he spoke, which in turn makes you redder than the tips of his hair. He laughed heartily at this, pulling you in for a hug. "My goodness, is someone embarrassed?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" You muttered into his shoulder, wrapping your arms under his shoulder blades to hug him tighter. However, although you were embarrassed, you felt great relief knowing that he feels the same way about you. Relief knowing that you guys will be together for as long as either of you allow it.

Relief that your prayer worked, and he's alive.

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I was really hesitant to post this but fuck it we ball-

Hope you guys enjoyed! Super wholesome and SFW too! Let me know what you want to see next!