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Torture Meme || Accepting

The redhead grinned at his would be lover, one side of his face bruised and swelling as a trail of blood ran down his temple on the other side.

"Yer cute when...yer worried..." He panted, straining against the cuffs that were cutting off the circulation in his hands as they hold him to the chair. Whoever had decided that this was how the Yakuza did negotiating was an idiot--and a poor business man--it was easy to see that they were novices.

So how had he--a seasoned professional--succumbed to this bullshit? It was easy when you were outnumbered with men with guns. But there was a reason that the big boys knew better than to mess with him, and it wasn't because of who his boss was. It was because of the man standing before him, frowning as he shook his head.

Hand-written love letters || @qigonist

Angry Sexual Tension Starters || Accepting

It was hot. Annoyingly hot. And the heat left Gojyo with not much want to do anything. Leaning back precariously in a chair, his head tipped back so that his red hair--fastened into a high ponytail--dangled; not even swaying in the stagnant, sticky-humid air. The cigarette perched between his lips smoldered, sending lazy curls of smoke--which seemed just as unmotivated as the hanyou smoking the cigarette--wafting towards the ceiling; few made it before the humidity dissolved them.

Head lolling to look at the other man, Gojyo squinted, nose wrinkling as he tried to figure out of Hakkai was truly annoyed or trying to be cute. It was always hard to tell but somehow the heat was making even THAT more difficult.

"Shut up..." He muttered finally, closing his eyes and turning his head back up towards the ceiling, "it's too hot to fight and it's too hot for chores, which means it's too hot for sex."

Send a “💕“ if you want to ship with my muse || Accepting

IDEK what meme this was for || NOT Accepting

Rain dripped down Gojyo's face as Hakkai screamed at him, bare feet on the concrete as he screamed at the redhead; a bundle of laundry and other belongings in his arms. He was doing what he'd threatened to do for so long, apparently Gojyo coming home more purple than not, slung over Sakura's shoulders had been too much for him.

That had been where the fight had started, twenty six hours before, and here was where it ended it seemed.

The hanyou sighed. He was right of course, this hadn't been what he'd asked for when Gojyo had brought him home. It hadn't been what he'd asked for when they'd unofficially become an official item. And it hadn't been what he'd asked for when Gojyo had asked him to stay permanently.

But whether it was what he'd asked for, it was where they'd ended up and as Hakkai dissolved into angry silence, Gojyo found himself reaching. Fingers finding purchase in his hair and pulling him against him, wincing when the other fought briefly and rattled his broken ribs.

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Three-quarters of the way through a short day at the end of a very long week found Sakura sitting in her chair, back to the desk, and gaze pointed out the window. A number of things neatly piled on her desk had to be done in her last hour or so there before she was off to enjoy a long weekend, but her brain wouldn’t settle.

It got like this sometimes. Something would seep in and stir up old memories, emotions, and thoughts. How easily she’d acclimated to this new life, completely taken care of and given everything she could have ever wished for. She often wondered if it had been worth the price she was forced to pay.

That day, she didn’t think so. Two surgeries failed. She’d known they would, never having the chance to succeed when orders came far up the line for her to see that they wouldn’t wake up again. Someone powerful had wanted those particular hitmen dead and so made her operating table their grave. Sakura hadn’t slept a wink since.

Noise at the door drew her attention, eyes first landing on the man she’d slowly been coming to know and then second on the white and yellow bouquet in his hands. Daisies – a bright sign of faith. 

Had he known?

Shove something in my Muse’s mouth.|| Accepting

The hanyou almost laughed, taking a long drag on his cigarette before smirking down at her in the most predatory way; smoke drifting from between his lips as he spoke.