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ultraviolence — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 3k

summary : suguru coming home was supposed to make things better. but, it's as if everything is going wrong again.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : pls read this and this first ty!! LORE DUMP 🤭 mostly from sugu n toru's pov dealing with their new life and the twins along with jujutsu society. reader is trying to be the mediator as always and shoko is the best ofc. just the one where everyone has an existential crisis. (part one of two hopefully)

other : I PROMISE YOU'LL GET FLUFF SOON 😭 mentions of alcohol, blood, smoking obvi, idk why i named this ultraviolence lmao (shit hits the fan in the next tsr im js trying to be kind i promise!)

comment to be added to the tsr taglist!

current cassette : pretty when you cry - lana del rey

You come home to a house colder than you left it.

There’s a small comfort in the droplets of water that splatter against the wooden floor when you hang your jacket up, having remembered the way the girls beamed up at you only an hour ago as you walked them to school.

The twins were adamant to hold your hands, Mimiko blushing the whole time and Nanako poking fun at it, promising to hold your hand everyday until they became big girls.

Big girls that would only need you to hold their hand halfway — the same way Suguru only walks you and Satoru halfway to the school before heading back.

But the sliver of a chill that reverberates through your bones doesn’t resemble the comfort of a morning’s soft rain drizzle.

“You can’t just dismiss the issue like this, Satoru!”

“Where’s my own will, huh? Can’t I just do this?”

“This isn’t about you.”

You hear everything for a moment, muffled shouts and grumbles from the bathroom.

“Yeah, you’ve made that pretty clear, haven't you?”

Then you hear nothing at all.

The investigation launched on the ninth day in December.

Suguru had all but been home for a week and then some, settling into the shoddy apartment you and Satoru called home between missions and meetings with Yaga and the higher ups.

It took half a day to move his old things out of the dormitory building, most of what really mattered was already sitting in the hall closet untouched, kept the way Suguru would’ve wanted it.

It was after he rifled through the closet in search of a fresh set of clothes did he realize, he had been mourned.

You and Satoru had mourned him like a mother would a child, like a womb stretched to make space, only to bleed.

His clothes smelled more like the both of you than it did him.

The fourth day, Suguru spent the night hunched over the balcony, smoking a silver blue parliament with Shoko while you and Satoru attended a hearing with the higher ups.

A necessary audience, they defined over the cryptic email.

Shoko described it as a means to an end, Satoru was still the strongest and you were his voice. The meeting was all but a farce to keep you two in check — but Suguru read it clearly for what it was.

A threat.

“He’ll be clan head,” Suguru murmured between plumes of smoke. “They won’t let him turn it down any longer, especially with me around.”

At this, Shoko chuckled, sucking in a sharp breath.

“You think he’ll do it this time?” She asked, somewhere between knowing and not knowing.

The higher ups want Satoru under their thumbs — not that you’d so much as let them come close — that much is evident. But it’s become a lose to win situation.

The guarantee that Suguru and the girls would remain untouched and hidden under the condition that he follows their rules, does it their way, doesn’t ask, doesn’t so much as breathe a word or commit an action using his own strength outside their command—

“Satoru as a lap dog?” Suguru laughs a little.

He just can’t picture it.

What he can picture though is the Six Eyes user backed into a corner, with no other choice but to concede. Then again, Satoru’s never been submissive to authority, no matter the setting.

A beat of silence passes over him and Shoko, and she knows what he’s thinking before he says it, yet she doesn’t caution him otherwise nor does she blame the nicotine.

“He could kill them.” Suguru says, “It wouldn’t take him long.”

The seventh day, Suguru stands in the middle of one of the many engawa corridors of Jujutsu High, dressed like a teenage dropout, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheeks until crimson stains his tongue.

You told him last night while cuddled into his side, Satoru’s head on his chest, “Walk away from it the right way, Suguru.”

And admittedly, he was going to laugh a little, kiss your cheek and maybe lull you back to sleep and ease your worries.

I don’t resent you,

for the path you chose.

As long as you swear,

yours and ours will converge.

“Geto, what is this?”

Suguru looks down at the sealed envelope he passed to Yaga seconds ago, the word resignation printed in bold atop the sealed flaps.

If he intends to kill himself, he should at least do it the way you asked him to.

He owes you that much.

Suguru never thought of himself to have been in a position where he could live past twenty ; he thought he was lucky Satoru even let him live to see the first snow, even if it was from the bittersweet solitude of the bed you three shared.

“I’ll graduate first,” Suguru says, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets.

For the sake of saving face he took a total of ten missions after his sentence was pardoned.

Five to prove he wasn't a liability to the Jujutsu world, two to hover by your side – he hadn't realized post traumatic stress could manifest in the need for more physical attachment – and three to see up close just how much Satoru had on his shoulders now.

To see just how different Satoru had become because of him.

“And then?” Yaga asks it like a cruel joke that only he and Suguru know.

People are talking. People have been talking.

Suguru Geto the defect. Suguru Geto the cancer of the strongest. Suguru Geto the curse. Suguru Geto—

“Maybe I’ll die of old age.”

I pray death finds me

under you two

in our bed.

If not,

kill me yourselves.

There’s meaning in that too.

That same afternoon, brandished with what should be newfound freedom – Suguru Geto. Not the sorcerer, not the curse, not the man – he drinks himself sick until he blacks out on the sofa.

Alcohol is cheap at Shinanoya, it’s been that way since he was sixteen and idle in the summer of ‘06, coaxed by Satoru into printing fake IDs, blacking out on the floor of your dorm room and waking up to throw up, just to blackout again.

Suguru took the train back and passed his stop two times.

Two times he thought of two different outcomes and two different destinations.

First, he’d go back to Jujutsu High and take the resignation back from Yaga before he signed it.

He’d call your cellphone, tell you how he's had a change of heart, whisper into the line : “We should celebrate. Me, you and Satoru.”

But you’d know it was a lie.

He still has twisted dreams of waking up in a gas station bathroom in a pool of blood that isn't his own.

Dreams that don't frighten him at all.

Second, it came to him the moment he considered actually getting off at his stop and going back to the apartment.

He’d let the train take him to Shibuya, stand in the middle of the crossing and scream.

People would look at him weird, others would walk by.

And the first monkey to reach out and offer him help, he’d—

“Suguru?”

He wakes with a startle, eyes bloodshot and half lidded.

“Name—” he opens his mouth, half empty vodka bottle tilted over and soaking the carpet. Satoru comes through the door a moment later, leading the twins to the kitchen to set their half eaten bentos down.

A shiver runs down his spine when he glances at the clock above the mantle. 12:53pm.

“School ended half day,” you say to him. Satoru doesn't so much as glance at Suguru when he steps back in to take the plastic bags of takeout from your hands. “They called but you didn't—”

Suguru's already sitting up, fishing through his pockets for his phone and clicking at the buttons.

Two missed calls from Mimiko and Nanako’s school.

Two missed calls from their homeroom teacher, Ms. Aiko.

Four missed calls from you.

One voicemail from Satoru.

“I'm so— shit,” Suguru sets the bottle of alcohol upright, pressing a palm to the carpet to find it damp.

His skin is hot, he feels like a mess, no doubt he looks like a mess with the way you're already kneeling beside him to screw the bottle shut. “I’m so sorry, I didn't— everything with the letter and then the train got delayed—”

“Suguru.” Satoru speaks for the first time, looks at him for the first time – behind bandaged eyes. “Sober up by tomorrow, yeah?”

Your head flits around to give Satoru a stare, as if to ask if that's all he has to say right now. But Suguru’s fingers enclose around your wrist, it’s okay, I was the one at fault.

“Satoru—”

“Just do this one thing right, please.”

The twins’ school dismissed half day due to heavy snow this early in the month. Suguru, listed as the girls’ primary guardian, gets the calls first.

He doesn't pick up.

Your work line rings next, and it goes to voicemail.

In between exorcising a special grade in Shinjuku, you don't hear it ring.

As the devil would have it made and done, Satoru’s line rings while he's at the school. Loud.

“Gojo-san!” The lady from the admin office knocks on the door twice, and is met with silence. The phone rings again, but this time it's the main line. The office extension.

The one he’s been using since he put in his teaching application.

The phone clatters against the desk in robust vibrations, Limitless almost bending the coily cord to nothingness.

The meeting room of four higher ups and two members of the Gojo clan watch him intently, scrutinizing him, waiting.

Beyond his better judgment, Satoru tells himself it's just you, calling to ask if you should bring back kikufuku or just the udon.

Or it's Suguru, who’s confused and can't find one of his things in the apartment and needs some guidance.

Satoru's not a pious person. But he wishes he’d have prayed the moment the call went to the answer machine.

“Good day, Mr. Gojo! I’m calling regarding the girls. School’s been dismissed half day today on account of the weather but Mr. Geto nor Ms. Name are picking up.”

“I’m hoping this reaches you soon so the girls can have a ride home. Thankyou! Stay warm!”

The eighth day, you wake to the smell of jasmine and hot oil. Four messages from Yaga, one email attached, forwarded to Satoru : Adoption fraud.

“—he hates me.” Suguru mumbles, shirtless and damn near cowering from your gaze, flipping the omelet in the frying pan, two steps away to avoid the oil splatter.

“Don't say that so casually,” you shake your head, shutting the fridge door, setting a carton of milk on the counter. “It's not like you believe that.”

Suguru flips the omelet with one hand on the pan handle, the other flicking the carton open and turning it to his head in a quick gulp.

He doesn't confirm it.

“Suguru—” you smack his arm and take the milk, turning away to rummage through the pantry for the pancake mix.

“I know.”

No, Suguru.

You don't know.

"I try to be patient," Suguru says quietly, shaking his head. "I know we're not sixteen and that this and then are two different things—” He turns the flame down, refusing to look over at you.

“Nobody's asking you to be perfect,” you cut him off, pancake mix forgotten on the counter. “You made a mistake, it happens—”

The higher ups are already breathing down Satoru’s neck about the twins now that they've been found out. It's an uphill battle in the Jujutsu world, your phone won't stop ringing.

Whether it's Yaga proposing damage control to have you and Satoru set apart on missions or another higher up waiting for you to slip up and beg for help, beg to be in their debt.

“I owe you better,” Suguru whispers, more to himself than to you.

He’s never been the type to ask for help or beg for forgiveness or cower at someone's heels. But you saved him — by putting your life on the line and in turn making Satoru cover it up — and he hates himself for it.

I wish

you would've

just let me stay dead.

“Because that's what I deserve? Better?”

Suguru gets the call from Shoko the next day.

December 9, 2007.

A formal investigation is announced into the involvement of [name] [name] in the case of Suguru Geto’s defection and pardon — alleged charge : fabrication of evidence.

Satoru makes his mind up the same day, sends the twins to stay at the dorms with Shoko for the weekend and brings you and Suguru with him to the Gojo estate.

“I can feel your eyes,” you whisper, seated cross legged on the tatami floor, nursing a cup of tea in your cupped palm.

You've never liked the Gojo estate. Not in winter at least, not when it's like this.

Satoru has his back turned to you, fingering the loose cloth of white bandages covering his eyes, almost hesitant. He recalls his mother's words to him from a few hours ago.

You look tired, Satoru. You're never tired.

There’s an unspoken thing residing here between both your energies and it becomes unbearably evident.

“It’s nothing,” he murmurs, slipping the baby blue haori off his shoulders, draping it over the edge of the bed. “Just the cold getting to me 's all.”

Loose and darkened strands of hair lay on the silk sheets where Suguru sat moments ago. Satoru holds his breath.

My lover’s hair is splitting at the ends, tearing apart at the seams just like me.

I pray you don’t notice.

“Is he okay?”

You set the ceramic cup down on the table, turning your head to glance over at Satoru, who despite himself, wears his emotions like a cardigan knit tight between his brows.

“Why won’t you just ask him, ‘toru?”

He thinks he hates you. He hates not being more like you.

With the way you say these things so easily.

Maybe it’s the deep rooted thrum of Suguru’s cursed energy in his veins, or the bitter taste on his tongue when he wakes in the middle of the night just to see if he’s still here—

Maybe it’s that voice in the back of his head, the instinct pounding on the walls of his heart, telling him this is only for a while, it won’t last.

“You can’t lie to me.” Satoru reasons, bending his knees and folding his body next to yours, wrapping and unwrapping the length of cloth around his fingers over and over again. “But he can.”

Or maybe it’s the way he knows even if Suguru lied to him again, said it was okay, said that he’d stay, said that he’d let you and Satoru be selfish for once and keep him here, keep him tethered to this existence he loathes so much—

“Satoru…”

—he’d believe him.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” He sighs, near breathless.

You lift your hands to cup either side of his face, hooking your thumbs under the pale cloth, unraveling and unraveling and unraveling.

How many more layers?

How many more walls?

How many—

“His energy is restless.” Satoru could find other words to describe it, the aura, the shape of Suguru’s soul, his scent, his being, his whole existence. Something only you could understand.

“It’s pouring into me, and I can’t— I pretend I don’t feel it, that I don’t know that he’s…”

Different.

Suguru is different now, he wants to say.

Suguru’s unhappy with me, unhappy with us.

I can’t give him what he needs.

I was too selfish to have asked him to stay. You were too selfish in saving him.

We were too selfish. Do you think he hates me for it? Do you think he wishes he were—

“He loves you.” You tug on the cloth, let it fall and pool in endless strands around his neck. “Isn’t that reason enough?”

Satoru’s eyes are dim, bleaky sapphire and cerulean staring back at you.

Don’t look at them, look at me, look inside me, my eyes are lying, that’s not how I feel—

“He loves you too,” he says it like a confession, a secret. Love can’t be enough, can it?

Love never stopped Suguru from leaving the first two times.

Love never stopped Satoru from waking up so many nights with tears running down his neck, from where you cried for Suguru in your dreams.

Love never stopped Satoru from not being strong enough to bend the world and stretch it to fit Suguru inside.

Why should you love him whom hates the world so?

Satoru lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, body slumped over yours and breath shaky.

Loving Suguru came as easy as breathing if not easier.

He’d spend nights curled in his bed at the dorms, clicking through photos he’d taken of you three, back then, when it wasn’t anything yet but still everything to him.

“Yaga-sensei, please pair me with someone else!”

“Hah!? We not good enough for you anymore, name?”

“Satoru, name, don’t yell so early in the morning…”

And even from the first mission, when Suguru’s hair was shorter and you hadn’t quite figured out how to control your technique.

When Satoru had to save you from plummeting to your death after you sliced a curse open just for grabbing Suguru and yanking him by his hair.

Satoru thinks, maybe, he came into this world loving you two.

Because he loves me more than all the world.

“I’ll protect you,” he whispers into your neck, full of conviction.

He’s never not the strongest, except maybe when he’s here, in these moments. “I’ll protect the both of you.”

Let me do this one thing,

just this once.

Let me be the one

who holds us together.

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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heyy could i maybe request a oneshot where sub five gets marked up by the reader like hickeys and bite marks all over his throught and collarbone as well as his lower torso😻 and as the reader progresses he whimpers and is whiny the whole time and at the end he looks himself in the mirror and hes just so inlove with it? 😩

sorry if its a bit messy😭 have a great night/day :))

Great prompt. Hope you enjoy :). I promise the next ask prompt I answer will be non smut.

Your Desperate Man | Five Hargreeves/ GN Reader 2.8k words, Rated E

There were no two ways about it: Five was hot.

If you were to set him beside Diego, you definitely wouldn’t notice Five first, but he would be the one you'd leave the conversation thinking about. All Diego’s leather-bound muscles may as well not exist beside Five’s acerbic tongue, quiet good looks and the firm self-assurance in his intelligent green eyes.

So you could hardly resent it when others noticed. Why would you hate someone for sharing your good taste? Whenever you noticed him turning heads, your first instinct was one of fellow-feeling. You almost wanted to say, ‘I know, right?!’ and share a high-five.

So, no, you didn’t get jealous easily.

…But that bitch was getting on your last nerve.

It started a few months ago. She was a friend of Sloane’s who hung around the Academy like a bad smell. Ever since she met him, she latched onto him like a tick and, as soon as she could feasibly describe him as her friend, she came to spend time with him as much as possible, looking for his insight on some problem or another.

She was a mathematician, meaning that she could follow most of his logic when he talked about his latest projects. She could flatter him by learning from him and coming back a few days later with an improvement to her own work.

If you were jealous of anything, you were jealous of that.

Despite how he might look, Five was not perfect: he had an ego, and Alex knew exactly how to stroke it. And that was fine, in your opinion- so long as his ego was the only thing he let her stroke.

She nodded along and acted impressed and asked all the right questions and subtly flattered him and laughed at his jokes and made absolutely any excuse she could to touch his arm or his knee; to hug him hello and goodbye and she did it ALL while you were right there.

Fuck her!

But you trusted Five. He could see right through her, of course, but that didn’t stop him enjoying the attention. He rebuffed her with a perfect mix of politeness and friendliness, but he’d still leave most of his conversations with her with a swagger in his walk and an ironic smile directed at you.

‘Old dog’s still got it,’ that smile said.

You trusted that he had it under control, and he did actually like her as a person for some unknown reason, so you contented yourself with telling him your concerns. He agreed that they weren’t unfounded and reassured you that her feelings were definitely not reciprocated.

So, when you walked past the door of his father’s study one afternoon when she was over, you weren’t intending to listen outside the door, but the snatch of conversation you heard as you passed made you stop dead.

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Something about invariant theory, I bet.”

“No,” she said, coyly.

There was a moment of silence in which she was clearly trying to get him to enquire what it was about, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Right. So this stuff is child’s play,” he said, returning to the math as if she hadn’t spoken, “it’s pretty much Hilbert’s thirteenth, which I’m sure you’re familiar with. We’ve got to think about whether these functions can be written as a composite-”

“Don’t you want to know what happened in my dream?” she interrupted him.

There was a moment or two of silence before he replied.

“Not particularly. Now, would you like me to go on with the math or do you have somewhere to be?”

Satisfied, you continued on your path elsewhere.

Apparently, she did have somewhere to be, because she passed you on her way to the front door only a few minutes later. Five did not follow her to say goodbye.

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That evening, you entered the bedroom to find him preparing for sleep. Unusually for Five, he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats rather than pajamas. His towel-dried hair hung messily in his eyes. He smiled when he saw you, wrinkling his face momentarily into the lines he should by all rights have except for a certain time-travel accident.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said.

You closed the door and crossed to the comfortable reading chair, raising your legs onto the arm. Five, trying to neaten his hair in the mirror, spoke casually.

“I don’t think Alex will be coming over again.”

“How come?” you asked, wanting to hear the rest of what happened.

“Hmph,” he said, disinterestedly, “she came onto me and I told her to fuck off.”

“What happened,” you said, interested.

“She came on flirty, like she does, but this time she tried to kiss me.”

He inspected a patch of dry skin on his neck.

“What?” you ask, enraged.

“Don’t worry,” he said, placatingly, “she was told precisely where to go. It was pretty pathetic, actually,” he remarked.

“I think I heard some of it,” you admit, “she was talking about having a dream about you and you made it clear you weren’t interested.”

“Yup, that was right before,” he said, darkly.

“Bitch.” you grumbled, “I knew she’d try something.”

“Well, you were right,” Five continued, applying a layer of moisturizer to his face, “but she won’t be trying anything again.”

You watched his face in the mirror, absorbed in his pre-bedtime routine. He was a creature of habit, you discovered: a man of little quirks and rituals, particularly when it came to personal grooming. As it had been so long denied him, he reveled in the luxury of even the tiniest routines: trimming his nails weekly, shaving his face daily and looking after his hair and skin.

The more intimately you got to know him, the less cool and caustic he seemed. Underneath it all, there was just a sweet old-young man crying out to be loved and needed.

…And occasionally fucked.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t just a little bit tempted,” you smiled, standing up and approaching him from behind.

“Of course I wasn’t,” he said, mildly offended, “I’m yours.”

He said it casually, as if he hadn’t quite thought through what he was saying. He caught your eye in the mirror as you appeared over his shoulder. He smiled slightly sheepishly at the familiar gleam in your eye.

Your arms slithered around his waist. Beneath his shirt your hands traveled over the warm muscle and flat stomach. His skin felt like silk. As the very tips of your fingers breached the elastic of his waistband, your chin came to rest on his shoulder, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.

“What was that?”

A fine blush appeared in his cheek, like a delicate drop of watercolor.

“I said, I’m yours.”

Your lips played about his neck, your eyes holding his captive through the medium of the mirror.

He looked at you, expression open and anticipatory. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing attractively. You ghosted your lips further down, towards the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Mouth poised there, you spoke again, voice husky.

“Say it again.”

He shuddered with the knowledge of what was coming, and breathed:

“I’m yours.”

And you sucked a bruise onto his skin. Long, lingering and sudden. He let out a shaky breath as you did so, eyes drifting into a haze of pleasure. You pulled away and admired the mark, a port-wine stain spread on that delicate silk. His eyes were similarly engaged, looking at the new hickey in the mirror as if he’d never seen one before.

Taking the opportunity of his preoccupation, you looked at his face: the sweet, parted lips, the heavy brow and the jaw that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. By the time his eyes returned to yours, the look within them made the slow, crawling sensation below his waistband redouble.

“Do you want more?”

He nodded slowly, but as you moved to mark him again, he abruptly turned his head towards you so that your lips met his instead. It was as if he couldn’t resist anymore, like a man dying of thirst finding a clear mountain stream. Leaning backwards into you, he sighed into your mouth and let your tongue roam.

He was so sweet in this mood; uncharacteristically compliant. Every time it came upon him, you never failed to be enchanted by him. Everyone always looked to him for direction and authority and this was one way he could take a break from all the responsibility. You were more than happy to give him that, especially when it left him looking all undone and pretty like this.

When you broke away from him, your hands were playing beneath his shirt, fingers stroking up and down the soft line of hair disappearing into his sweats. He closed his eyes as you again pinged the elastic on his pants, but they shot open again as your teeth nipped at the flesh of his neck.

He whined as you bit and sucked, the mild pain only adding spice to the pleasure: the prickle of fired up nerve-endings and needful ache in the lowest part of his stomach. As you dug your teeth in fraction more, you compensated by cupping his crotch through his sweatpants and holding him where he was hard.

When you let the skin go and turned back to the mirror, his eyes didn’t even meet yours: he only had eyes for the deep red mark you’d made and the white, crescent-shaped teeth marks disappearing before his eyes.

“You like that, baby,” you murmured, comforting his aching package with firm, circular rubbing motions.

“Yes,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual.

“Do you want more? Wanna be covered in them?”

He nodded enthusiastically, like a shy child offered his favorite candy.

“Arms over your head then.”

He complied, letting you peel off his t-shirt and discard it over your shoulder. You hummed appreciatively at the range of flesh now on display: at the pale, unspoiled skin you were about to pepper with burst capillaries. You weren’t a violent person, but you couldn’t deny the little squirm of sadistic glee at the idea of him covered with your marks.

The hand not engaged with his groin flitted up his stomach to stimulate the close bud of one nipple, making him buck automatically into your hand. The small noise he made went straight to the center of your own arousal; he was just so fucking aborable like this, all needy and pathetic.

So you sucked at him again, hungrily, leaning over to mark his collarbone. This time, you couldn’t resist giving him more than a nip with your teeth, biting him enough to abruptly stop his little whimpers and cause him to suck in air over his teeth. Despite this, he still watched, transfixed, as you worked at him with his arousal aching in your hand.

You eased up, letting his skin go and kissing the deeper teeth marks, as if you might undo the pain with each kiss.

“Too much?” you asked.

“A little,” he whispered, eyes nevertheless devouring the sight of his third mark.

You gave a little pout in sympathy with his plight and kissed his cheek.

“Shall I go easy on you?”

“For a little while.” he replied, that sheepish, coy smile on his lips. You knew what it meant: wind me up tighter first.

You were more than happy to oblige.

He moved as if towards the bed as you stepped back from him, but your hands on his shoulders kept him in place.

“You stay there.” you said, “I want you to be able to see yourself.”

“Okay,” he whispered, facing the mirror again as you came to stand in front of him.

His whines were music to your ears as you attacked your next target, sucking complementary bruises onto each pectoral. Then, bending to allow him to admire the new hickies, you moved further south. You grazed and suckled again and again at his subtly toned abdominals, his flank, and at the softer flesh of his stomach. As you did so, your hands explored the body they had explored so well, yet could never tire of exploring. You rubbed at his chest, hips, ass and thighs.

Each time you withdrew, he surveyed himself hazily, reveling with slavish pleasure in the cumulative effect of your claim on him: your flags planted on his body. The thought ratcheted his arousal to a higher pitch, and he felt his knees tremble as his heartbeat became evident in his groin.

When you sucked at the v-shaped furrow running invitingly towards his pubis, his whimpers redoubled. One of his hands came to your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. His hips pulled forward, as if your face attracted them like a magnet. Wordlessly, he begged with more pathetic little sounds.

You ignored his little ‘suggestion’ and rose to your feet from the spot you’d been kneeling.

Thwarted, Five let out a frustrated, high moan. His left hand immediately disappeared beneath his waistband, attending to his own need in a move of desperation. It made you smirk to see it, so you allowed him a few moments to pleasure himself while you admired his face:

His hair, starting to dry, was beginning to stick up at odd angles while the rest clung to his brow. His forehead was held a tight pinch with the intensity of his arousal and his lips were curled around gritted teeth, bringing the slight hook in his nose into greater prominence. Still in front of the mirror, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Muscles jumped in the neck beneath his thrust-forward chin.

As gladly as you could have watched him beating himself off beneath those sweatpants, it would have to be something to file away for another day. Today was about reminding him (as if he needed reminding), who he belonged to.

So, with this in mind, you licked one of his nipples with a deliberate, preparatory tongue.

“Oh,” he said, speaking half in exhale, “f-feels good.”

You sucked the nipple hard into your mouth, continuing to swipe your tongue over the hard bead between your lips. He panted, and then jerked as you closed your teeth around him.

“Oh shit!”

Experimentally, you tightened your bite around him and the speed of his strokes increased. Clearly, this was doing something quite profound to him. He let out a squeak that made your own nipples harden.

All of time could be at the mercy of Five Hargreeves, if he so chose, yet you could make him mewl like a newborn kitten.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “bite me. Fucking bite me.”

He whined again as your tongue continued to stimulate him, as you sucked his areola into your mouth and clamped your teeth down, marking him again.

“Ah shit! Harder!”

But you didn’t want to hurt him, so you released his swollen nipple and took his wrist, stopping him touching himself. He huffed needily, but didn’t resist.

You came to stand behind him again, pulling his wrists gently behind his back and tugging on them so that his body was completely on display in the mirror. You kissed from his shoulder to his cheek, trying not to smile at his obvious discomfort; at the stretched fabric of the sweatpants around his perfectly-imprinted cock, sticking firmly out from his body.

“What do you see, Five?” you whispered, once more into his ear.

“Please,” he whimpered, shifting slightly.

“What do you see in the mirror?” you repeated, more firmly.

He considered in a feverish sort of way.

“A desperate man,” he said, trying to nuzzle beseechingly into you, but unable to turn his head with his arms held that way.

“Whose desperate man?”

“Yours,” he said tripping over himself to satisfy you, “I’m yours, okay?”

“Look at yourself,” you pushed.

He did, lust-clouded eyes eating up the sight.

Marks. All over him. Fuck.

Seeing himself this way made him shiver. He reveled in the feeling of safe powerlessness, here at your mercy. He was definitely yours. Yours to do with as you pleased: your bruises and bite marks all over him were proof. He knew at least one that would be visible above his shirt collar tomorrow, and the idea filled him with a whorish sense of satisfaction. His cock ached harder at the idea that everyone would know he was yours. Your man.

Your devotee.

Your toy.

And he would submit willingly to whatever you chose to do next.

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NOTE: Dom!Five was my first love but Sub!Five is growing on me. Maybe I just like Switch!Five.

I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

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thatgyalfisher · 7 months

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Loser!ellie Hc’s 🫶🏼

Tw: minors dni thanks honey🙌🏻,not many just a little nsfw treat at the end for my little kittens🤗

Note: rebloging,likes and comments are very much appreciated ly you guys,i want to be mutuals with all of u and grow this acc!!💕🤭

Oke lets begin😏

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Loser!ellie who definitely tried to tie her shoe laces,and fell over like embarrassingly hard (first time meeting u)

•And deff later on when ur dating says “i fell for you what can i say”

•Loser!ellie who would very softly scratch/tickle ur arm or back for u and won’t stop because she knows u love it

Loser!ellie who would drop her spoon on her plate like 4 times in a row when she has dinner with you and your parents for the first time (my pookies hands sweat 😓)

Loser!ellie who would definitely sneez and hold her nose till she gets a paper towel because a huge booger came out (when she was a kid like 12/13 ish)

Loser!ellie who never gets off the ps5 u got for her birthday

Loser!ellie who oddly loves the smell of dust..

Loser!ellie that has every game u can think off

Loser!ellie who works in a video game store and fell in love (literally) when u walked in to buy a video game for ur cousin

Loser!ellie who asks to many questions about ur cousin to get him the perfect game and ur just there like “just give me a game for 9 year old boys😭”

Loser!elkie who scratched the back of her neck while laughing,then having a cough attack and glowing red from embarrassment

Smut,nsfw!!!

Loser!ellie that accidentally lets out a small whimper when u need to sit on her lap in a crowded car

Loser!ellie who moans so loud when u kiss for the first time and pulls u so close,so tight u cant breathe

Loser/pervy!ellie who before u were dating would go to ur bathroom lock the door and go through your laundry basket to find some worn panties

Deff sticks one in her pocket for when shes home

Loser!ellie that almost came in her pants when u bent down in a short skirt trying to get ur book out of ur bag one time while she was tutoring u

Loser!ellie who practically ran home after unbuttoning her pants in the elevator,and shover her pants down to her enkels (not bothering to take them all the way off) as soon as she shuts the door behind her

After that would walk to her room while already rubbing her puffy clit like a dog in heat, whimpering while sliding her feet over the floot like a penguin

Loser!ellie who lasted only 4 minutes the first time she fucked u with her strap

Loser!ellie who eats pussy for her own pleasure and acts like its an actual meal

And finally loser!ellie who accidentally called u mommy when u were sitting on her face, and just stopping in her tracks embarrassed,u tell her u dont mind and she continues like nothing happened and never does it again

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Note:this is my first time writing hcs i hope i did good,didint proof read lol sue me. But leave ur requests in the comments! And reblog pls my little kittys🙏🏻🫶🏼

#loserelliesuckstoes #ellie williams x reader #loser!ellie #downbad #loverher #shessosilly #cutiepie

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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a/n: inspired from all the prev posts!

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner part 2 :")

part 1, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: look at my faves 🫶🥹.... and then there's aaron

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its.emilyp: jumpscare warning next time 😨

d.morgan: nah he looks like he's concocting some evil plan

penny.garcia: he looks like he's going to steal christmas

reid.gram: he looks like he kidnapped my mom and held her hostage somewhere 😦

itsjj: just smile and wave, kids. smile and wave 🥲

d.morgan: crop him out next time fr 🙏

a.hotch: i'll crop you out of the team

d.morgan: say less 😍😮‍💨 least ion have an ugly smile

a.hotch: what smile? you just bare your teeth

y/n_xo: oh 😭

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y/n_xo: meme jack really quickly 🫣

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reid.gram: jack is me when hotch is asking me to get to the point even though my point was the whole theory 🙂

penny.garcia: omg me when he tells me to search something more quickly even though i'm already working high speed 🙂

itsjj: me when he plants more files on my desk even though i'm drowning in the last ones 🙂

its.emilyp: he's me that one time hotch did "team building" and then proceeded to complain the whole time 🙂

d.morgan: me when i made one mistake and he held it against me for months but goes on about forgiving and how its important to move on 🙂

the.davidrossi: me looking at him ogling @/y/n_xo for months and then passionately disagreeing he was in love

y/n_xo: so i'm sensing some of you need therapy 🧍‍♀️

a.hotch: all of you are dead to me

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y/n_xo: i really got replaced 💔

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the.davidrossi: WHERE are you finding these???

itsjj: so... who's the wife in the relationship? 🤔

its.emilyp: it's rossi for sure

reid.gram: i would say hotch. the angle of the selfie says it all

d.morgan: nah it gotta be rossi, he types and cooks like a mom. sometimes he even be smelling like one

the.davidrossi: all of you are out of my will

d.morgan: i complimented your cooking and this is the attitude i get? choke

its.emilyp: you're probably immortal at this point, poisoning and sucking the life out of other people so you can drive us to insanity which would inevitably lead us to our doom. but i see right through you 😒

itsjj: sweetheart we need to stop watching horror movies at night time, okay?

a.hotch: it's not what it looks like!

y/n_xo: i don't know if i should cry or be disgusted >:(

a.hotch: baby, i haven't cheated. i promise you ❤

y/n_xo: omg could you imagine if you did with rossi? 💀

the.davidrossi: what is that supposed to mean? 🤨

reid.gram: she means you're old and embarrassing. and maybe even disgusting 🤷‍♂️

y/n_xo: i will physically mutilate you and feed you to wild dogs

itsjj: thanks for that, my kids are crying

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y/n_xo: my bae 😍

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reid.gram: we literally have a pending case right now y/n

y/n_xo: okay? he's still a bae 😍

reid.gram: awww really? hope you guys find out you're related 😍🤞

penny.garcia: well... at least we know those frown lines are removable 😌

reid.gram: in a time like this, his frown lines are what matters to you? imagine if he was dead

itsjj: omg imagine he was and you guys were discussing his frown lines. i'd resurrect and haunt everyone on this thread

reid.gram: don't worry, your cheeto breath would give you away instantly 🤢

penny.garcia: all i'm saying is i'd want to make sure our boss got a nice makeover one last time in the coffin. and you can't do that if you have bad indentations on your forehead 💗💗

itsjj: this alone should give you employee of the year 😍

a.hotch: i think we need to have a serious talk

d.morgan: seeing hotch not angry makes me feel deeply uncomfortable

its.emilyp: no cause same. someone poke him and see if he's alive

y/n_xo: you'd think i'd kill him? 😡

its.emilyp: if you did, there'd be no one between us would there? 😏

y/n_xo: 😳

a.hotch: i'm wide awake, thank you 😠

its.emilyp: its like he's still with us 😢 i can almost feel his presence 💔

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #derek morgan #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #david rossi

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starfxkr · 3 months

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this might be kind of odd so hear me out but i feel like jj would looovvee the look of heyward!reader being a little “worn”. her box braids are getting frizzy from being in the sun and water all day everyday for weeks, her clothes are kinda ripped from hopping so many fences with his dumbass, her shoes are dirty. she curses at him about it but he knows she doesn’t mean it. i think jj would just really admire her for sticking with him through all the mess and tribulations, he finds her most beautiful when they’re surfing. even if she’s awful at it, for a moment in time they’re free from everything and he loves it sm :(( he loves how authentic she is

you get me…you see into my soul because thats EXACTLY WHAT I THINK TOOO

in my mind he likes her bc shes…”fuzzy” theres something so soft and comfortable about her and yes its prob because theyve known each other for as long as theyve been alive but theyre like this 🤞🏾

he loves her best when her hair is frizzy and inevitably gets put into two french braids (partially bc she starts wearing his hat at that point and it really gets him goin)

she always smells briny like the sea from working, her skins always warm and shes constantly covered in nicks and bruises from his antics and maybe his favorite part of the day is at the end when he gets to bandage her knees and rub her down with neosporin while they watch crappy horror movies

she likes to say hes her “road dog” and its true!!! just as much as shes his :((( he keeps her chapstick and a scrunchie in his pockets at all times because she hates chapped lips and gets mad when he doesnt wear any 😭 like shes a nag just like her brother but WORSE bc shes a little sister and shes rough so shes always cussing and shoving him around so she thinks she runs jj (she does he never tells her no)

and her wardrobe is literally: swimsuits, popes hand me downs and raggedy old dresses that are way too short when she lifts her arms and he thinks shes the hottest thing to walk around the cut like yes her boots are always caked in mud and she kinda dresses like a 10 yr old boy but thats his woman are you crazy?

and shes the only person he doesnt mock too bad for being a shit surfer because she’ll just pop him upside the head and it makes him much much happier to see her wobbling and unsteady on his surfboard as he tries (and fails) to keep her upright

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt

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vxperorchist · 2 years

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Genshin boys with an S/o who has a dog!

Xiao, Kazuha, Childe, Scaramouche and Albedo x Gn! reader

Theme: Fluff, crack, Who knows!

Word count:2085

Warnings: Cursing, mention of the dog dying in Childe and Scaramouches part 🐱✋

This is not proof read I apologize for any mistakes 😭

Little note by me: This is my apology for not posting for like a year but I'm back! I don't know if any of my old followers remember me but I have like 75 of you and I love you all so hopefully y'all remember me! Anyways I hope you enjoy! 🤩

Xiao

Xiao with a dog is definitely interesting. Before y'all started dating, you owned a dog you loved very dearly. You really didn't know how Xiao would react to it, but you were not giving the dog up.

"Mm. A dog, did you rescue it from the inn?" Xiao stared at you blankly with the look of "Get that shit out of here please and thanks" After a cough from you, you worked up the words of; "Well, I wanted you to meet my dog ____(Whatever you want the dog's name to be)" "Oh? It's yours. I was not aware you had one." He looked at the dog, and then back at you. His face eased up a bit. "Well, the inn allows pets, and I was wondering how you would feel if it started staying with us?" "That's fine. Are you sure it won't be affected by my adeptal energy?" He said dryly. "I don't think it will, but we will find out!" You smiled and walked closer to him. You intertwined your hands and thanked him. He let out a soft smile. "(Dog's name) is a really good dog, You'll love them!" He nodded his head in response, squeezing your hand tighter as the dog watched the two of you.

ANYWAYS. Flash forward a couple months after he accepted the dog, he takes full responsibility over the dog? Your dog? Naw mf it's his now 😈. With you going out on missions, you both took the time to train it to protect you, listen to many commands, stay by your side, and the dog has a very excellent sense of smell. If Xiao isn't there to protect you for a bit, he knows the damn dog will do his job. With that being said you're still his and he is not leaving you alone. He comes to like the dog a lot. Except for when the thing takes up the bed. When you're curled up In bed after a long day, he is looking forward to being with you and watching you sleep peacefully. However the damn furry thing is always next to you. He definitely feels a slight feeling of jealousy.

Kazuha

Kazuha is incredibly fond of pets, they had cats and dogs come and go off the ship all the time. Some of the crew mates even owned birds. When you brought up the topic you had a dog and wanted to bring it on the ship, he wasn't affected by it at all.

"Hey Kazuha?" You alerted your boyfriend who was writing. "What's the matter my dear?" His little names for you always made your heart skip a beat. This little fucker knows what he is doing. "Do you think Beidou will have any issues with me bringing my dog along with us on the ship?" He put his pen down and looked up at you, he made eye contact with you. "I don't believe she would have any issue. I remember you bringing up your dog before. You should ask her, personally I think your dog would be good company." He smiled and kept eye contact with you. Kazuha never broke eye contact. You would always have to.

After you got Beidous permission, (She was happy to bring your dog on board) The dog quickly met everyone, and started living with you and Kazuha in your room on the ship. The crew loved your dog, they gave it treats and made sure it was fed well. Kazuha wasn't bothered to take it on walks whenever he had the chance. It didn't have to be on a leash and it would follow Kazuha around. He liked the dog and its company, he also enjoyed how happy the dog made you!

Childe

Childe actually owned a dog when he was younger, before he joined the fatui. Nowadays he has no time for one. He can't keep the thing in the palace, and he is always busy with work and killing. How could a dog be of any benefit to him? He really does like dogs, but he didn't have the time or the effort to own one.

It had been a long day, your ginger boyfriend had a lot of debt collection, and you wouldn't be surprised if he killed a few people. Perks of dating a harbinger? You knew what he wanted after a long day, and that was either a long hug followed by a nap, or to come home and do something dumb with you. It was getting late, and you decided to walk over to your old house where your dog was. You lived with Childe, and in your old house. You hadn't told your boyfriend about your pet yet, and thought you should just keep it out of the way. You heard footsteps around the house you were located in. You drew your sword and we're ready to kill a bitch. Dating a fatui harbinger came with a lot of consequences, including being attacked and a target of many people. You heard the door swing open, you kicked the person to the ground and had a sword at the flesh of their neck. Guess who it is!! Tartaglia, the one and only! You have him pinned to the floor, about to stab him. With love of course. "OH! Ajax by the gods, what the hell were you thinking." "Well I was thinking I could come into my girlfriend's house without my spine being snapped in half and nearly being stabbed but this is fine you know?" You laughed awkwardly and got off of him. You and him both were surprised at how you knocked this tall bitch to the floor in one clean kick. "Damn, nice kick" He laughed and kissed your forehead, holding his back with a grunt. "Sorry about that, I mean you taught me to do this, don't blame me." "Yeah, I suppose so. However I did not teach you that one hell of a kick." He was going to be nagging you about the kick for ages. Claiming you broke his spine. In the middle of your conversation, your dog growled at the unfamiliar ginger you were kissing and laughing with. "Oh, a dog!" Your boyfriend said excitedly. "That would be my dog dummy." "YOU HAVE A DOG??" He was so happy.

You guys kept the dog, if he was by himself he wouldn't be able to take care of it, however he had you and he loved the dog. He was keeping the damn thing. It has come across many near death experiences but that's alright! It's still living under you and the idiots love and protection!

Scaramouche

To be completely honest, Scaramouche barely knew what a dog was. He didn't really get out of the palace, and if he did he was in inazuma for short amounts of time. He was incredibly familiar with kitsunes and foxes though. He wouldn't care for them, but he would see people feeding them and caring for them all the time. He didn't like having any more responsibility than he already had.

"Hey Scara?" "What is it?" He asked blankly. "I have a small inquiry for you." He looked up from the dresser he was standing at. "What would you think about living with a dog?" He coughed and then looked at you in disgust. He walked over to the chair you were sitting in and leaned over it, not touching you, but it was a small sign of affection when he was close to you. "I don't have any damn time for the thing, I mean you might but it would be difficult." He was being surprisingly nice on the matter. "Aren't they like taking care of kitsunes?" "I think so." You replied. He shrugged his shoulders and kept talking. "It requires a lot of time I don't have, it would probably be killed within days anyways." You coughed awkwardly. He knew something was up. "Well you see-" He rolled his eyes and let you continue. "I own a dog, and I was wondering if it could move In with us? I'm able to take care of it and I don't think it would get in your way." He touched your hair for a moment and then backed away. "I don't really care, it's not my responsibility and if it dies it won't be on me." You nodded and left the house to go retrieve your dog. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around. He kissed your forehead and walked with you. He's a flirt when he wants to be.

After y'all got the dog, things went on per usual, however the Scaramouche grew on the dog and the dog started loving on him. After he got home from work, the dog would wag its tail and want to play with Scaramouche. If you and Scaramouche where to go outside for a walk, Scaramouche would play with the dog for a bit, throwing sticks and balls for it. (Did he try to poison the dog? Yes.) The dog was like a child. He didn't like children. But he respected the dog on how protective it was over you and him sometimes. How it growled and backed up onto you in a protective order if something moved in bushes. He liked that in the dog.

Albedo

Albedo was incredibly fond of dogs. Klee loved them, and they were all around mondstadt. Animals in general were all around mondstadt. He didn't mind animals at all, they didn't bother him. There weren't many animals up in dragonspine to bother him too, so he didn't care too much. He knew how to care for dogs, as Klee had tried to raise one before.

Albedo was working in his lab when you quietly came through the door. Timaeus and Sucrose were in mondstadt handling business, leaving Albedo alone with you. He appreciated the alone time. You waited for him to finish up with his project and waited patiently on the chair. Once he was done he turned around and smiled in your direction, happy to see you. He walked over to you and placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Is everything alright?" He asked, genuinely concerned. The poor boy always thinks something is wrong. "No, everything is fine. I wanted to check in on you." You smiled holding his face. "I do have a question though." He raised his eyebrows, and nodded his head allowing you to proceed with your question. "Sooo, how would you feel about having a dog, specifically my dog, housed with us?" He tilted his head, as you let go of his face and thought to himself for a moment. "I suppose having a dog wouldn't be awful, but we are both busy and away from mondstadt a lot. Would we be able to house a dog here?" "I'm sure we could Bedo, we have basically everything we need here. The dog is really well behaved, so it won't get in your way. It can sleep in our room when we spend the nights here, it should be fine." He smiled and nodded. "That's fine by me, and should be fine by the others, we can go retrieve the dog over the weekend. I'm sure Klee will love to see it." You stood up and kissed him once more. "Thank you." You whispered.

Over the weekend, you snatched the dog and Klee FELL IN LOVE 👏👏. SHE LOVED IT. It was now Albedos dog as well, so it was her dog too! Albedo promised her to bring the dog down from the mountain everytime you guys returned. Back at the mountain the dog loved Albedo (Who wouldn't?) It would love Albedo, and walk with him outside all the time. After a while, Albedo would allow it into the lab, the dog would take naps in the corner while Albedo worked, and he really enjoyed the company when you weren't there.

#kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #scaramouche

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cheerfullycatholic · 3 months

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Could you share some small joys that make you happy and grateful in your daily life? ☺️☺️☺️

Dude yes, thank you for asking!!!

I live on a farm with lots of animals (mainly chickens) and I love taking care of them all so much! Everyone has their little quirks and personalities and they're all a lot of fun, like this morning!! My goat, Baaa-tholomew, is kind of bored because there's a lot of snow and nothing really to do, so while I was feeding him he was trying to get me to fight him! He was hopping around, making his little goat noises, trying to buck me (especially when I turned around, he likes sneak attacks). He's only maybe three feet tall and not at all threatening but I love and appreciate the effort he puts into it. Here's a picture of him eating a drawing of a ghost (taken before it snowed)

Another thing that brings me joy is praying the Rosary with one of my cats, Julian. Every night before I go to bed, I pick out a rosary and sit down on my bed, and she hears the beads, sits on my lap, and gently tries to grab them the entire time (which you'd think would be distracting but I actually think it helps a bit). The only one she isn't gentle with is a rosary my brother made me with wooden hail and decade beads and bone for the cross and centerpiece. She went crazy for that one, I think she likes the smell of something. Anyway, she's just so cute and I love how she looks at them with her big blue eyes 😍

Although this isn't a daily thing (sadly. It's more an every other day thing) any time I get to spend with my almost nine month old nephew is just 😭 idk he's just so squishy and huggable and cute and I'm so so obsessed with his big blue eyes and cheeky smile and giggles 😭🖤🖤🖤🖤 every time he's at my house we share snackies and I've been trying to show him different animals and teaching him how to pet my animals gently (he LOVES the cats and dogs but is very grabby right now). I love and am so grateful for the rest of my family too, of course, but he's just oh my goodness I can't even explain it properly

I just ugh there's so many big and little things that make me happy throughout the day and I could ramble for way longer than I need to. Thank you again for asking!!!

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deanwinchesterswitch · 2 years

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Evermore

Summary: Living without Dean is an unbearable endeavor.

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Warnings: ANGST, character death-no graphic detail

Word Count: 1,000😮 (Probably will never do that again.)

Title Card Credits: @tumbler-tidbits

Beta(s): Un-betaed, (😬first time for everything), but tear tested.😭😭😭

Author’s Notes: Based on the song evermore and the SPN finale. I am not a Taylor Swift fan, but the first time I heard the song, there was a visceral need to write a Dean-related fic. Listen while you read. I wrote this in one afternoon after listening to the song on repeat for about four hours the night before and literally crying when I woke up visualizing the story.

November

Months pass. Devastating sorrow lingers. The scene too vivid in her mind. The torment in her heart too painful. The hole in her soul too big to fill. A gut-punch in unsuspecting moments. A colorless world void of vibrant peridot eyes.

Roaming the bunker’s hallways like a ghost, she looks for him around every corner, listens for his voice echoing through the building, smells the cologne of motor oil, leather, and spice everywhere.

Sam had left with Miracle and the Impala days ago. She missed the lovable mutt but knew he was better off with Sam. She couldn’t take care of the dog. Hell, she can barely take care of herself.

They’d argued about Baby, though. That car was everything to Dean; one couldn’t be mentioned without thinking about the other, synonymous. Sam had never appreciated the black beauty the way that she and Dean had—seeing it as just a car. That is until Dean d-. Then, then, he saw it as something more—a token, a connection to the larger-than-life man that no longer existed in this life.

She’d finally let it go, exhausted from dealing with him, but had put her foot down regarding Dean’s other belongings—clothes, weapons, albums, the old record player. Finding a spell in the MOL archives, she’d ensured that no one could enter Dean’s room but her. Was it unfair to Sam? Maybe, but by that point, she didn’t care anymore. Dean had been taken from her, and she wasn’t about to let anyone, not even his brother, take more. She knew it wouldn’t bring Dean back, nothing would, according to Jack, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t, let go.

The old scaffolding groans beneath her weight, threatening to give way as she climbs higher. The wooden planks sigh under her feet as she leans against the brick. She stares disconsolately through the broken window of the dilapidated factory hiding the bunker below. The wind howls, ripping leaves from the trees. Dull, ugly shades of goldenrod, ochre, and walnut whip through the air and over the ground—drops of rain lash at her skin, the cold, harsh sting goes unnoticed. The only thing she feels is a pain so deep in her bones that she knows it will be there evermore.

December

Tiny crystals crunch beneath her feet. The path to their place hidden beneath soft white flakes and icy shards tinted blue. He’d brought her here the first time he told her he loved her. She’d found him here, heartbroken and crying after the loss of his mother. It’s where they came to escape everything the universe threw at them, even if for a brief moment. It’s where he proposed—painted a picture of a life without monsters, angels, or demons, free of the burden of saving the world and the almighty’s manipulation. A colorful, shining life full of freedom, happiness, and love.

Sitting on the fallen tree, she runs a hand over the space next to her. Face turning to the dull sky painted in greyscale, hot tears sear a trail over her cheeks. She’s lost, adrift in a vast ocean without him, tossed about on waves of misery threatening to drown her. She tries to recapture those fleeting moments of happiness, to break through the eternal sadness. Yet, every time she tries, the images distort and evanesce, like a reel of film disintegrating in a fire. The only scene to play out entirely is the one where she lost it all.

He doesn’t want her to live like this. He’s told her as much. Told her to move on and be happy. She’d tried… for him. It lasted a week. She contacted old friends, took an easy salt and burn a few towns over, and even went to dinner with Donna and Jody. It was all too much—too bright, too loud, too full of… life.

That’s why she comes here most days now. It’s peaceful, safe. She feels closest to him here. Can see him in the sun’s rays shining through the tangled tree limbs, hear his voice on the breeze, feel his presence in the thrum of the earth. Sometimes she’ll fall asleep for an hour or two. That’s when the dreams come. It’s the only place she can dream anymore. No nightmares reach her here. The feel of his touch lingers when she wakes, a thumb brushing over the back of her hand, a rough-skinned palm against her cheek, supple lips pressed to hers. The deep rasp of his voice an echo in her ear. Ethereal, but enough to get her through to the next day.

It’s snowing now. Inhaling the cool, crisp air deep into her lungs, she closes her eyes. The pain still there, always, evermore. A single tear slips beneath her lashes, and he gently thumbs it away, whispering into her ear, “Rest.”

It’s warm when she wakes. A soft gust of wind tousles the hair falling on her face. A shiver flutters through her as she pushes up to sit in the shade of the flowering Mountain Ash above her. It’s just like the one she pictured outside the cabin he had promised to build for her. Standing, she spins in place, the skirt of her sundress lifting in the breeze. When her eyes land on the wooden structure, her heart skips. It’s exactly as he described it. The grass is cool beneath her feet, tickling her soles. Skipping up the stairs and across the porch, she throws the door open. Floorboards creak beneath her steps as she races from room to room, ending up where she started. Chest tightening when she doesn’t find him.

A shadow blocks the sun streaming through the open door, and her breath catches. For a split second, she’s frozen in place, terrified that the slightest movement, the tiniest breath, will send it all up in a haze of smoke. The air shifts around her, and warm, rough-skinned hands rest on her shoulders.

Turning with a small cry, she breathes, “Dean.”

“Welcome home, baby.”

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#dw's witch writes #evermore #dean winchester x reader #angst #062922

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zhongrin · 18 days

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Tbh would ask you all the questions but I'm gonna stick with those; AND ANY SHIP YA WOULD LIKE!! Maybe even all?<33

What reminds each of their partner?

How do they feel about PDA?

Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

[ Ask for OTPs and Self Ships ]

this is so so late but know that ilysm /p vivi 😭🫶🏻

☀️ 𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏 🌙

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

zhongli -> meirin: our wedding band, jade hairpins, jasmines, the many jewelries of mine (old and new) he stashed in his little hoard meirin -> zhongli: our wedding band, osmanthus tea, cor lapis, the sun, the mountains, liyue in its entirety really

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

zhongli: as long as it's not too much, he's fine with it. always has his hand on my back or will place chaste forehead/cheek pecks in public. meirin: a little shy with pda since he doesn't initiate much.

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

zhongli: i would dress him in nothing /smacked that outfit he wore from the museum collab <3 meirin: traditional hanfu or cheongsam. pretty luxurious lingeries

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

zhongli is definitely the serious one who has our full list and everything. for me, it depends on my mood and whether i'm hungry at that point in time. he'd catch me sneaking in some ice cream or chocolates sometimes "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

🌱 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 📚

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

al haitham -> meirin: the photo album at the back of his closet full of our childhood memories, the quill pen engraved with his name i gave him for his 18th birthday, our secret corner in the house of daena meirin -> al haitham: the smell of coffee, the sound of book pages turning, the plants on our bedside window

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

al haitham: will not initiate, but also won't push me away when i cling to his arm or pull him into a kiss. meirin: out of habit, will always link arms or hold hands in public (young meirin gets lost easily, so she tends to stick to him).

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

al haitham: a simple black dress shirt and dress pants... with the sleeves rolled up.... ough... hngg.... oh forgive me for drooling- /smacked meirin: he's surprisingly really considerate in that he would pick a comfy set of clothes for me to wear?? oversized hoodies and leggings, or a good activewear that also looks casual to wear everyday ᰔᩚ

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

al haitham is a 'grab what's on the list, self-scan, and dip' kind of guy and while i can agree on the latter two, i may sometimes wander and sneak in some sweets... he'll sigh and flick my forehead later at home, but he'll scan the items into our reusable bag anyway lol

🐾 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏 ❄️

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

wriothesley -> meirin: the succulents i gave him on his desk, the little ring sticker on his gauntlet's ring finger, rinsley (scrapped gardemek dog i fixed up, reprogrammed, and gave him ᰔᩚ) meirin -> wriothesley: the wolf emblem pendant affixed to my belt hanging beside my vision, the rare snow days in fontaine, puppies/dogs walking around the city

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

wriothesley: has 0 shame about it, would cling to me 24/7 if he could because he's touchstarved meirin: is shy about it but very happy since it makes me feel desired, so will 100% reciprocate. if my beloved wants it, who cares about what people think!!

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

wriothesley: sleeveless black bodysuit + grey trousers..... drools meirin: a tailored white dress... that kinda looks like a wedding dress... wait why are we going to the churchー a very pretty gown, probably one that's trending these days in fontaine (he definitely asked clorinde and neuvillette for help lol)

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

wriothesley: person 1 who throws random things into the cart meirin: person 2 who throws random things into the cart conclusion: chaos

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: dresvi 💚#rin selfships #zhongrin #meitham #wrin

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morganas-pendragons · 11 months

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Making a list of what I’ve witnessed/done/learned in the months I’ve worked as a SPED Paraprofessional at Pre-K:

• taught 4 year olds what the skin on your elbow is called

• taught another 4 year old how to wink

• convinced one of my favorite kids that he has a little friend named ghosty ghost following him around who pokes him at random intervals throughout the day

• taught a special needs student who didn’t speak when I met him how to communicate with me specifically through hand signals that indicated what animal he was - does it swim/fly/walk, what does it eat, is it big/small - to which he now speaks more now then he has probably ever

• got played by a 4 year old who wanted a second snack so he casually slid me the last two gushers from his bag and then turned to the teacher and said, “I’m done!”

• got a group of special ed pre-k kids to officially deem bath and body works eucalyptus hand sanitizer as “the good stuff”

• made a joke to a three year old that the enormous books he read after snack every day made him look like he was reading a newspaper. They made a joke every single day that they were on their way to read their newspapers. (It was a volcano book) 😭

• learned that pipe cleaners have metal in them. Yes, I am twenty four.

learned who Pete the Cat was

• learned that adult women between the ages of 35-40 really do act like adult children

• got complimented that my hair was “rapunzel hair” despite it not being cut for like 7 months

• learned how to be a physical touch person despite hating being hugged but hey, four year olds want to hug you constantly and how are you going to deny those puppy dog eyes?

ended up buying one of the little ones who lost his house in a tornado a stuffy and a book.. took it to his house, where he then proceeded to act like he had no idea who I was (it was cute in the moment)

apparently line tag is a thing??? on a basketball court??

oh also, they crack up with laughter when I play tag with them!

they smell markers for sport

You think they realize common little games like staring contests and then when you realize they don’t and teach them anyway they go around and teach their little minions

I have heard them sing: Barbie Girl, Flowers, Unholy, and the one song from Wednesday I can’t remember the name of 😂

I had a guy pass me a love note through his second grade son. No joke. He gave it to his kid, who gave it to the teacher to give to me, and the note was asking me out on a date.

Had a 4 year old straight up innocently say a curse word from his encoded message to his father which said, “dad: please don’t bust my a** anymore.” (Which, according to aunt who worked in building, has only happened once) And about DIED from laughing so hard. So did the teachers.

I got addicted to the snacks I had never tried until working with pre-school. SunChips and Rice Krispies never die.

Found out one of my little boys called me Carla to his parents because they couldn’t quite figure out what name he was saying. It was only upon meeting me that they said, “oh YOU’RE Kayla! We called you Carla for days!”

They sang a song about Goldfish. That song is now burned into my memory. Why is some young children’s music so freaking catchy?

On the last day, my favorite girl turned around to look at me before she got on the bus. I didn’t have the heart to really tell her that I wasn’t coming back. What I said was very brief. When she did turn around, I waved. She waved back. Little did she know I BROKE the second she walked through that door and disappeared. I didn’t think I’d come to love her as much as I did but she made it so EASY.

My oldest boy who I was the aide for? I met his grandmother, and she now sends me such wholesome photos of him and stresses that my loving him the way I did made a huge difference. She doesn’t know how hard I cry every single time she says it.

They have lungs. And I made the mistake of sticking them on high swings they can’t get to by themselves, which they all want to fight over, so half the time I wanted to just talk to teachers I ended up hearing: “MISSSSSSSSS KAYLLLAAAA!!! WILL YOU COME PUSH ME?” Hollered across the playground.

^ I will never make that same mistake again. 😂

Not everyone is meant for pre-school, but MAN… did I love it.

Cons: I never got included in anything by the teachers or their aides. They never included me, and man did that sting.

I GOT PINK EYE IN BOTH EYES THE DAY AFTER SCHOOL ENDED FOLKS

#tbd #pre school #pre-K #working with kids is a TRIP

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yawnderu · 4 months

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1, 3, 23 for the ask game <3

HIII MIC

For this ask game!

1- Favorite fic you wrote this year: Easily the Lorelei series! I really like what I'm doing there and basically just having fun with Simon being a dad and trying to win the reader over again after messing up MASSIVELY for breaking up. I like writing about Simon being a dad and making a series out of it besides my other one-shots about it feels nice efhjbebjh

3- Favorite line/scene you wrote this year: YEOOOOWWCHHHH. This is a hard one BUT I think the last chapter of Lorelei has some of my favorite scenes, I absolutely love adding Simon speaking to his mum one way or the other because he was always a huge mama's boy, even as an adult :(

<"Mum?" He begins, eyes still closed and voice shaky.

"This is my baby, Astrid. She's four months old... lovely girl, ain't she?" He speaks quietly to nothing, imagining his mum is there, watching over him, a bright smile on her lips.

"I still haven't won her mum over, but I'm trying. I'm gonna marry this girl, mummy, I know I will." Simon doesn't cry, but his stomach muscles tense as he holds back a sob, not wanting to startle the baby resting on him. Her silence finally makes his eyes open, tear-rimmed circles of darkness softening when he sees the peaceful sleeping expression on his baby.

"I love you so much." He confesses in a whisper, his short nails gently massaging her scalp, his warm chest working as a personal heater for the sleeping baby. His back is starting to hurt but he's not going to risk waking the girl up, simply closing his eyes again and focusing on getting some sleep.>

23- Fics you wanted to write but didn't: OH SHIT. I actually have A LOT of things saved on my drafts about ideas, but one of the things I haven't gotten around writing yet is a drabble where the reader loves to sniff up Ghost like a damn police search dog 😭😭 BECAUSE THIS MAN'S SMELL AFTER A MISSION STINKS SO GOOD. All musky and stinky and masculine RAHHHHH

#stray answers #ask games

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this-is-krikkit · 1 year

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thank you for sending this in about 84 years ago, Vabe!! 🥹🤦🏼

this was such a fun challenge, and i ended up liking writing it so much once i got the idea for it!! it’s light on the erumike side, as discussed, but i tried my best hehe 😉

side note, a thousand thanks for helping me recover it when i accidentally deleted this entire thing this morning 😭♥️ i really do not learn from past mistakes, do i?

anyway, thank you, i love you, i hope you enjoy this ♥️♥️♥️

58. “you smell like a wet dog”

send me a prompt and a character/ship, and i'll write you a drabble!

Gossip Girl(s and Boys)

Relationships: yumihisu, erumike, eremika (implied, one-sided), jeankasa (implied, one-sided), levihan (implied, one-sided),

Tags: feat that s1 castle temporary HQ, eren pov, fluff, snk veterans, the 104th kids, everyone has a crush okay?? you figure it out, basically the scouts regiment is a big high school drama!, they/them pronouns for Hange Zoë, headcanon backstory for Hange Zoë, this is very very silly and fluffy really

Eren grunts as he sits down next to his friends, letting his head fall on the old wooden table in front of him and barely missing his plate thanks to Mikasa’s reflex of pushing it away. He hadn’t expected his life would get easier once he’d joined the Scouts, and although he is thankful deep down for all the work –he knows it’s only turning him into a better soldier to eradicate Titans and he’s glad he’s not being dissected to death by the MP like he almost did– he’s fighting even harder than usual to not skip dinner altogether tonight. To be fair, he’s had to handle both a particularly rough bit of Hange experiments this morning, and regular training with everyone else in the afternoon without having had a chance to rest in between, and without any of the warm up his comrades got before noon.

“You look completely worn out,” Armin says softly, worriedly, jolting him awake from the slumber he was falling into.

Eren sits up and puts one hand over his own face, sighing. Even Jean is looking at him with something that looks like concern in his eyes, and Eren doesn’t know how he should feel about that.

“I am. You know, at first I was thankful when Mike showed up and distracted Hange away from me. But I didn’t think I’d have to catch up with you all after that. They didn’t even tell me themself, just sent their assistant to let me know there wouldn’t be any more proding today,” he recalls, picking up his spoon and tasting the broth. “It was weird, even for them.”

“That does sound odd. And you know, I think it’s only the second of third time I see Squad Leader Zacharias showing up out here,” Sasha points out, already done with her share of dinner.

“He must have had something important to say to Hange-san,” Armin muses out loud, and Eren recognizes the usual faraway look he gets whenever he thinks something over on his face.

“Yeah, I bet he said a lot of things to them. All afternoon. In a closed room with no one else around to overhear,” Connie points out unexpectedly, smirking at his friends.

Sasha and Jean both roll their eyes at him and Eren frowns, shooting a curious glance Mikasa’s way. She shrugs, obviously not in on it.

“From what I understand, he spends most of his time with Major Erwin in HQ,” Armin replies, looking even more serious and deeper in thoughts than before, “so he may indeed have had sensible military intel to share with them regarding the next expedition.”

“I’m sure he shared a whole lot more with them than military intel, if you know what I–

"We get it, Connie, you think they’re boning,” Jean interrupts, flicking the back of his head.

Eren’s thankful he swallowed his mouthful before he heard that, because he’s pretty sure it would have sent his food down the wrong way. Mikasa arches an eyebrow in surprise, and Armin handles this brutal crash back to reality by blushing more furiously than even Eren’s ever seen him.

“That’s right, I do! And I still don’t understand why you guys disagree,” Connie retorts.

“I’ll admit they seem close, but Squad Leader Hange is always sweating and covered in various dirt,” Jean says, sounding weary and bored and like it’s far from the first time he’s having this argument. “Zacharias and his freaky nose would bail at the first attempted kiss.”

“I hate to agree with Horse-face over there, but I think I do,” Ymir admits out loud.

She winks at Eren who’s sitting directly to her right –as she always does when borrowing his favorite insult for their comrade– and draws her chair closer to Krista’s on her left. She ignores Jean’s raised middle finger and his answering jab about her freckles being a poor make up effect to hide acne spots, and throws her arm over the short blonde’s shoulders nonchalantly.

“He’d probably sniff loudly like he always does,” she picks up, doing exactly that above Krista’s hair, “and tell them something like, ‘sorry Zoë baby, but you smell like a wet dog’,” she says in a deep, unnatural voice, wiggling her eyebrows at Krista.

Eren joins his friends and laughs at her poor attempt at imitation.

Unlike them though, he doesn’t miss the creaking sound of the heavy door opening and revealing two silhouettes behind it.

“What’s all this noise, aren’t you brats supposed to be sleeping by now? Maybe we’re not working you hard enough.”

Captain Levi’s voice chills the atmosphere as he walks fully into the room, and even Eren can feel the hair at the back of his neck standing up although he knows they've done nothing wrong. Mikasa is the only one who doesn’t shy away from his stare, but she still doesn’t verbally react to his words.

The tense silence thankfully breaks when the other figure walks in and Nanaba chuckles, ruffling Levi’s hair like it’s not an offense punishable by death.

“Forgive him, gang,” she says, withdrawing her hand before Levi slaps it away like she’s had years of practice doing exactly that. “Heichou here gets restless when it’s been too long since he’s sliced up a Titan.”

Levi glares back at her, and everyone else shares a relieved sigh and an amused glance behind his back.

Ymir uses the distraction to bring her face even closer to Krista’s than it already was, and Eren preemptively cringes at whatever line he's going to overhear, sitting right next to them.

“You, for the record, do not smell like a wet dog at all,” Ymir whispers with her most flirty smile.

Krista sucks in a deep breath and immediately fails to contain a coughing fit, attracting everyone’s attention to them.

“Walls, take this to the dorm room, ladies!” Nanaba jokes when she notices how close they are.

“I’d rather they don’t,” Levi groans, uncrossing his arms and revealing a cup of tea he’d been holding in his peculiar way, hidden in the crook of his elbow. “And before you start, I know it’s not technically illegal to date another soldier, but do they have to be horny teenagers on your explicit orders?”

“It’s not against the rules? Fraternization amongst Scouts?” Mikasa asks hurriedly, her eyes widening at her own question.

Jean barely suppresses a groans and Eren pointedly ignores the glare he sends his way, just like he ignores the pitiful look Armin shoots between his two childhood friends.

“Why do you care, Ackerman?” Levi scoffs.

She bares her teeth at his mocking tone, and Eren almost feels scared for his Captain for a moment.

“We were just trying to settle a bet here,” Jean intervenes before she does or says anything she'd regret.

“We were!” Sasha confirms, giggling nervously to defuse the renewed tension. “Connie here thinks Squad Leaders Zacharias and Zoë may be an item.”

Nanaba blinks twice as she processes that information, before she explodes in laughter, holding her sides. Even Levi visibly pinches his lips together and quickly hides his mouth behind his cup.

“What the hell is wrong with you? They’re siblings!” the veteran Scout manages to say when the worst of her hilarity has subsided.

“But… they don’t have the same name, and they don’t look like each other at all,” Reiner points out while everyone else exchanges shocked looks.

“Well, they grew up together. They were both found as infants, and as you may know, it is common for orphanages under His Majesty’s authority to assign last names that start with the same letter to kids they take in during the same year!”

“That's enough details,” Levi chimes in.

But Nanaba casts him an unimpressed side glance, and he sighs in defeat.

“These guys are Scouts now, Levi. They're family,” Nanaba says with a warm smile directed at everyone of them, including Eren. “And Hans loves telling that story so much, I’m surprised they didn’t know it already. Or,” she adds, her voice switching to a much more mischievous tone suddenly, “are you just getting defensive because they thought your crush was dating mine?”

“You have a crush on Mike?” Sasha squeals out, her hand slapping the table so hard she makes her own empty plate jump up and spin on itself for a few minutes.

Eren wants to point out that if Nanaba does, it probably doesn’t have much to do with just how much food Mike can inhale in one sitting, unlike Sasha’s own… admiration for the veteran Scout. But he bites his own tongue and decides to only listen for a little longer.

“I don't,” Nanaba replies, grinning again. “It’s an old inside joke that started when we were recruits, back when Levi here wasn’t even in the picture; I spotted Mike from across the room on our first day of training and pointed him out to Erwin. And well, let’s just say, it’s never been relevant who has a crush on either of those two since then.”

A few shocked gasps echo in the room, and one of them might even have escaped Eren himself.

“Wait, why not?” Connie asks, frowning.

Jean, the first one to recover from those news, rolls his eyes again and bends to say something in his ear.

“No way! You’re kidding, right?” Connie asks, eyes even bigger and rounder than usual.

“Okay, that’s enough gossiping,” Levi calls out. “Brats, get to bed already. You’re starting especially early and with a special round of exercises tomorrow morning.”

They all leave the room one by one, Jean grumbling about the alluded promised suffering of the next day. Eren trails behind everyone else, his legs having trouble carrying him up and along the corridor that leads away from the dinner room.

“Oi, Levi,” he hears Nanaba call over the noise of plates getting stacked together.

“What now?”

“Notice how they were surprised about a lot of what I said, but no one batted an eye when I mentioned your crush on Hange?”

There’s a short a silence then, disrupted only by the sound of dishes clanking against each other again, followed by a surprised huff from Nanaba.

“Careful, don’t drop them. They’ll be harder to clean if they’re in pieces, and you know I’ll be checking that you did it right.”

“Wow, you're really making me wash the dishes in your place? Man, you must be really pissed to give up your favorite hobby like that.”

Eren walks away faster after he hears Levi swear, and Nanaba’s answering laughter follows him up into the stairs to the dorm rooms.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk drabble #levihan drabble #well sort of #the 104th kids #do i tag all the characters?? there are way too many omg #snk veterans #my stuff #that i deleted like an IDIOT #author is dumb but has reliable friends #woot woot ♥️♥️#mutuals #youre ackermine

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jounosparticles · 3 months

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scent hcs.... scent hcs... my friend and I discuss this like every other week I'm glad you mentioned it DHJS

but uhm uhm tecchou uses 5-in-1 gamer shower products /j but seriously I think he would just use cheap shampoo/conditioner/soap like sauve or axe products or something. he doesn't care what he smells like and he gets clean to be clean. he has some fancy cologne that he was gifted... somewhere in his house but he probably put it somewhere and then forgot about it. he finds it for special occasions always without fail. I feel like he prefers fruity scents more than anything and he has 1 specific perfume/cologne brand he actually likes.

fukuchi has a generic men's cologne I think. I think he also gets like luxury cologne as a treat JDBS. but he likes stronger smells: leather, firewood idk stuff like that (I don't know men's cologne smells 😭) he smells like aftershave sometimes. I think he gets pretty generic shampoo as well BUT he gets specific hair products to keep it like that. it is the only thing he cares about everything else he just goes though the motions JFD. ALSO he smells like nicotine after a smoke break (obviously)

I think both tecchou and fukuchi SWEAT like CRAZY and it ruins both of their smells. at the end of the day they both collectively smell like wet dog and jouno avoids them like the plague.

teruko smells fruity! specifically red smells (strawberry, cherry blossom etc). she has REALLY good shampoo/conditioner she does NOT play with her hair. she uses perfume every now and then but I don't think they would be that crazy expensive. maybe like a couple in a secret stash JJEN. her perfumes are STRONG she walks in a room and the smell immediately fills the room. a menace to everyone's nostrils but at least it smells good.

tachihara smells like cinnamon. no explanation gingers smell like orange. again, he has a generic shampoo/conditioner BUT I think he collects expensive cologne. again idk I just think he would JBJ. I think after being in the port mafia for so long the nicotine/cigarette smell has seeped into his clothes and he just can't get it out just mask it. the only clothes that haven't been contaminated is his hunting dog uniform.

i actually really agree with these!!

tecchou i imagine smells like whatever the generic men’s body wash smells like. idk how to describe the smell akskfjskd but it’s strong and somewhat refreshing smelling. he would only wear cologne to something special and probably after he was Told to. i feel he’s just super lucky with his hair like he puts no effort in and it looks good.

fukuchi definitely wears a cologne probably to mask the faint scent of alcohol or something. i also like the firewood and leather idea a lot since he does rock the leather jacket. hair product headcanon makes sense too he’s old he’s gotta do anything he can to keep that hair he has /silly fr though idk if i’ve ever seen a Balding anime character

teruko Definitely doesn’t play about hair care. her hair is so cute she definitely uses the best stuff for it and it’s Working. she always smells pretty too yeah. like expensive as well.

absolutely agree with tachihara. he definitely smells like cinnamon he doesn’t know why but he just does. and small hc if he leaves the mafia whenever he smells cigarettes he will think back to hirotsu and be a little sad.

jouno part

#this is so fun to think about omf #asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd hunting dogs #the hunting dogs

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taylors-fourth-cat-meow · 2 years

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Acomaf Chapter 55

Warnings: 18+ only ; anti feysand; bad smut.

I just want to make clear that I, in no shape or form, like this badly written smut doing this cause some of ya'll requested it. So I am proud to present the infamous Chp 55 commentary.

I watched him consume every spoonful, his eyes darting between where I stood and the soup.

Umm... Does sjm not realise just how unromantic soup is? Like why soup? It's...slimy and has vegetables and boiled stuff and like- it's the least romantic food bruhhh 😭

“I was going to tell you what I’d decided the moment I saw you on the threshold.”

Maybe you should....

Rhys twisted in his seat toward me. “And now?”

Ohh yeahh Feyre answer him!! What do u think of your sexual assaulter now?? After he told you he SA'd you for your own good, told you a sob story and gaslighted you! No srsly I am so intrigued. Please do tell.

Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek.

WHAT THE FUCK? BESTIE WHAT?!

“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”

Honoured?? Wtf 😭😭😭 why wud u be honoured to he tied to Rhysie???? BITCH HE SA'd YOU! I wud have legit went naked out in snow and died of hypothermia if I were her Honoured my ass.

Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.

Here we go with the retcons again. If I remember correctly babe, he licked your tears. Yes he licked u without your consent and like then twisted your bones. Literally.

The word's licked. Not kissed. Don't make it romantic. It's fucking gross.

His body shuddered with what might have been a sob, but his lips found my own.

You wanna know what my body is shuddering with? Disgust.

Rhysand scooped me up in a smooth movement before laying me flat on the table—amongst and on top of all the paints.

Ouchh.. that's gotta hurt. I mean aren't paints in like glass bottles?

I plunged my fingers into his hair, and he braced a hand beside my head—smack atop a palette of paint.

Nah noo why? Why the paints? Is it supposed to be poetic cause she paints? Nah i- paints are gross and sticky and have a weird smell?

He let out a low laugh, and I watched, breathless, as he took that hand and traced a circle around my breast, then lower, until he painted a downward arrow beneath my belly button.

PLSS 💀

Homeboy thinks he's Google maps.

Thanks for the directions sir.

“Lest you forget where this is going to end,” he said.

Wtf is this shit?? Like is this supposed to be dirty talk?

He bhagwan uthale mujhe 😭😭 (translation: oh god kill me)

I snarled at him, a silent order, and he laughed again, his mouth finding my other breast.

Idk why but whenever it's mentioned that someone snarls, All I can think of is old ppl snoring loudly.

Smearing it in his hair, until great streaks of blue and red and green ran through it.

PLSSS RHYSIE WITH BLUE, RED AND GREEN HIGHLIGHTS LMAOOOOOO

Rhys pulled back again, and I let out a bark of protest—

Okayyy... What is this really? Is she shapeshifting into a dog or like-

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

Yepp that's doesn't sound cannibal-ly at all.

He growled his approval at my moan, my taste, and unleashed himself on me entirely

Okayy I get u wanna do it doggie style but that doesn't mean u have behave Iike them too 😭💀

He looked me over, naked, covered in paint, his own face and body smeared with it, and give me a slow, satisfied male smile.

Umm... But how is a smile male or female? Like what is a male smile? Do tell.

Wholly naked, I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, and the considerable length of him sprang free.

I'm sorry but sprang free. 🤣🤣💀

I leaned up, reaching over his shoulder to caress the powerful curve of his wing.

Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.

Nah but what is this weird wing fettish sjm has?????? Like wtf? This reminds of the anon ask about Illariyans orgasming on the battlefield because some touch their wings. 💀💀

and slid in. And in. And in.

Is this a typo or is she really that bad a writer?

My friend through many dangers.

My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul.

My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

Great! I'll join in! You're sexual assaulter who traumatised you for three months.

drawing out my pleasure until I felt and saw and smelled that bond between us,

OHHH NO GROSSS WTF SHE MEAN BY SMELLED

Outside, the mountains trembled, the remaining snow rushing from them in a cascade of glittering white, only to be swallowed up by the waiting night below.

Not the Illariyans hiding under their tables cause their hl orgasmed and now there is an earthquake. Life there seems fun ngl.

#this only half the chapter 😭#srry it took me so long for this but can blame me really?#plus i was super swamped with school #anti sjm #anti acotar #anti feyre #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti acomaf #let me know if u want part 2

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