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Wheel of Time 3x08 Deep Dive (show spoilers)

Spoilers through all of s3, but only for the show.

A whole lot to think about with this one (and wow, do I hope we get that s4 renewal -- I mean, given the reviews and what we know about the viewership, it would be silly not to get it but streaming makes all of that stuff so much less predictable).

We get a whole lot of full-circle moments from the start of the season coming to fruition here, as well as a couple of things that don't get follow-through where it seemed like they would (and I wonder if they're planned for s4 or simply dropped because they served their purpose).

We begin in Tar Valon, ten years ago.

The timeline here is very interesting to me. Because Elaida connected herself to the throne of Andor roughly twenty years ago due to a Foretelling that the royal line of Andor would be key to the Last Battle (she says this to Min in 3x03).

How long did she stay with Morgase before leaving to go back to the White Tower to try to become Amyrlin?

In Elaida, I feel like we're seeing a dark mirror of Siuan & Moiraine -- acting to position themselves as the ones in control of what they believe to be the main powers that will be at play in the Last Battle -- the White Tower and, for Elaida, the royal line of Andor and, for Siuan and Moiraine, the Dragon Reborn. Elaida was working with a more flexible timeline than Siuan and Moiraine, since she didn't know until very recently that the Dragon had been reborn, and she hasn't been under the kind of intense pressure that Siuan and Moiraine were under.

Both sets of them willing to be ruthless in the name of the greater good... but Elaida is shown to be arrogant and bigoted as well (calling Siuan "river trash" and looking down on her for decorating her apartments simply).

In the end, Elaida's 'greater good' boils down to the advancement of herself and her own power. Elaida would never choose to break her own heart and deny her own desires because she believes that her goal is more important than she is -- there is no goal that Elaida holds more precious to her than herself.

And Siuan and Moiraine realize that they cannot control prophecy or the Dragon, that they have to release their grip (a painful lesson for them both, but they learn it) and they have to trust in people, including the Dragon Reborn. It's not until Moiraine begins to loosen her grip that Rand shows his cards to her.

Thom tells us later in this episode that he left Morgase's court when Elayne was five. Was Elaida still acting as Morgase's adviser at that time, or had she gone back to the White Tower? We know that Thom's nephew was gentled by the Red Ajah and then killed himself, and Thom fiercely warned Rand to keep Mat away from any Red Sisters in order to protect him (since he believed at the time that Mat could channel). He recognized Liandrin's name, and it seems likely that he would recognize Elaida's as well, given what we currently know of the history of each of the characters.

Show-only based theory -- is it possible that Thom asked Morgase to let Elaida go as an advisor, because of what happened to his nephew, and she refused, and that caused him to leave the court? It's clear that his relationship with the royal family was extremely close -- he knew that toddler-Elayne was taking apart clocks and he knew Morgase's feelings about that. He made a promise to protect Elayne and he kept an eye on the court even after he left, enough so that he could be certain that "Lord Gaebril" was a fabrication.

Then a few years after that, Elaida goes to the White Tower to try her hand at Amyrlin, maybe now feeling like her grip as Morgase's connection to the White Tower is rock-solid. Goes into the doorway and gets promised the Amyrlin Seat (I won't get into the details in this post, but Alviarin says that the people that Elaida spoke to were "Aelfinn" while the being that Mat talks to uses the word "Eelfinn", which introduces some uncertainty about how closely Elaida's experience aligned with Mat's).

And then she loses the vote and is forced to go back to Andor in defeat, and her resentment towards Siuan (and Moiraine) grows.

Ten years ago, in Tar Valon, when Siuan became Amyrlin, there was a storm. It was raining during the cold open of 3x01. And Rand creates a storm at the end of 3x08.

But before we get there, we get Elaida leaving the twisted redstone doorway, and Alviarin is waiting for her, to tell her how reckless it was that she went to speak to the "Aelfinn". The bracelet that we saw before (with the snake on it) definitely seems connected to the Aelfinn, as we see her react to having it after leaving the doorway, or react to the golden key hanging from it, and we know that Mat also gets a piece of jewelry after his trip into the doorway (a medallion shaped like a fox's head). So, the Aelfinn/Eelfinn like giving parting gifts.

"Too many of our sisters have entered that doorway and never returned." Given what the Eelfinn tells Mat later ("wise to ask leave-taking") and what we see (skulls and body parts), it seems like you have to make leaving part of the bargain you make with the Aelfinn/Eelfinn in order to survive the trip. Otherwise, you stay there forever.

Elaida believes that Alviarin plans to vote in her favor, but Alviarin doesn't actually say that she plans to.

If Alviarin was originally planning to vote in Elaida's favor, is it Elaida's trip through the doorway that changes her mind and makes her decide to cast a vote for someone that she views as less reckless?

"I had hoped you wouldn't be so foolish." This does imply that Alviarin did have some idea of Elaida's plans before she went into the doorway -- maybe she tried to talk her out of it.

"What did the Aelfinn promise you?" "The Amyrlin Seat itself." "You cannot trust them. Every gift the Finn give has a price."

We get a glimpse of the price and the trickery involved here (and can think forward to how Mat might end up dealing with similar issues), because Elaida's victory at the end of this episode is both devastating for the Light but also hollow for her. She convened in secret for the vote (the emptiness of her Hall compared to how full it is to watch Siuan being voted in!), made certain to only have those present that she knew would be on her side, condemned Siuan to stilling and then to death before letting her speak in her own defense.

How will Tsutama Rath react when she learns about what happened in the White Tower today (our Red Highest who left to hunt down Taim on Siuan's orders)?

How will Alanna react?

Neither of them favorably, I would assume.

Verin and Leane know how dangerous the situation is, how fraught, and someone like Elaida seizing control of the Tower will do nothing but make the situation worse. Especially now that she's shown how far she's willing to go in order to force her will on others.

In the Hall, as they wait for the vote, Siuan and Moiraine exchange glances, and Elaida notices. Given Elaida's deeply-rooted classism, it must really rankle her that someone of noble blood like Moiraine thinks so highly of 'river trash' like Siuan, and that may have been why she never fell for the deception between the two of them (also, since she presumably goes back to Andor after this she may have missed most of the staged drama that Moiraine & Siuan did for the rest of the Sisters).

We learn that the most recent Amyrlin (Marith Jaen) has died this last week, after only being Amyrlin for four years. We can see that Verin, Liandrin, and Leane were Sitters at this time (and we get a cameo from Karene!), so it was at some point after this that Verin went into retirement.

I also noticed that one of the Brown Sitters is wearing a very red shade of brown. That's interesting. Not sure it means anything, but it's interesting.

I did not pick up on it at the time, but Rebecca Root, who plays the Keeper in this scene, is a trans woman. I wasn't familiar with her as an actress, but it's really nice to see her in this scene and I do take it as an implicit understanding of how the show is approaching the issue of how the One Power is split up -- the half of the Power that you channel is based on your soul, not the body you were born with, and they usually match but not always. Which is... technically also true in the books but it's not handled in the best way and is difficult to explain. That does still leave us with the question of people who don't fit into the gender binary, but the show may give us their answer on that at some point as well.

When the vote is called, the three Blue Sitters (including Leane) stand up in a group to cast their votes. I do really love getting to see the formal shawls in this scene, with the tassels.

Next we see Verin stand up and cast her vote for Siuan, with neither of her fellow Brown Sitters joining her. I am so curious about that Brown who is wearing a more reddish shade.

And then no one else stands up, and eventually our Keeper calls for people to stand for Elaida, who looks very pleased with herself... until Alviarin stands up and casts her vote for Siuan and not Elaida.

Both Moiraine and Siuan look concerned when it looks like the votes might not go Siuan's way -- I'm wondering if this also happened four years ago, and Siuan lost to the now-deceased Amyrlin Marith.

Liandrin looks so annoyed after Alviarin casts her vote for Siuan, it kinda makes me giggle, despite everything.

After Alviarin, we get some more Sitters standing and casting their votes for Siuan -- both of the White Sitters, though one is more reluctant than the other (perhaps confirming that Alviarin is the head of the White Ajah?); Kerene (back again for a nice flashback cameo) and a second Green Ajah Sitter; the Brown Sitter who is wearing a red-shaded brown; and one of the Yellow Sitters.

Exactly eleven, no more and no less. Enough to carry the vote.

We don't really get a close look at any of the Gray Ajah Sitters but I like that their gray is more of a silvery not-quite-blue. It makes it stand out more and lets the White Ajah wear more cream-colored shawls which helps distinguish them from what the novices wear (too many groups of people wear white in the books!).

Siuan only had ten years to try to get the Tower ready for the Dragon. She failed but... how much of a chance did she have when she didn't dare be honest about what she was doing? Could anyone have succeeded at this task? Especially with what we learned this season, when it was revealed that four Sitters were Black Ajah and ready to turn on and murder their fellow Sisters, with more BA littered throughout the Tower.

After the title card, we cut to the current Siuan, and she's looking at a drawing of Moiraine (you can see it through the paper). Wearing golden-cream, the colors of the Amyrlin Seat (this really stands out when we get to Elaida at the end, and how much red she is still wearing underneath her gold). She looks up at the portrait on the wall, her half of the ter'angreal that she used to connect with Moiraine when they were both in the Tower, and quickly puts away the drawing when she hears a knock on the door.

It's Leane, with another warning. Leane has been concerned all season (probably ever since Siuan told her the truth about conspiring with Moiraine and their approach to the Dragon Reborn). She's loyal but she doesn't understand why Siuan is making the choices that she's making -- and, she tries to get Siuan to see the problem that if she doesn't understand, how can Siuan hope that the rest of the Hall and the Tower will understand?

Leane is advocating for transparency and honesty, because she believes that the secrets are creating a more dangerous situation. It's dangerous for Siuan to declare support for Dragon Reborn if she doesn't have a solid reason why the Tower should go against their own laws and support him as opposed to try to control him. If she doesn't get buy-in from the Sitters before she acts.

But the problem is that Siuan still doesn't know who she can trust. We know that she doubts even the two people here that she trusts the most -- Leane and Verin. The only people that she trusts beyond a doubt not to be Darkfriends (Nynaeve, Elayne, Moiraine, Lan) are far away from her. Twenty years of secrecy is a hard habit to break, as we've also seen from Moiraine. She is so scared that loosening her grip will lose them everything, just like Moiraine was. The fate of the entire world is on their shoulders and making the wrong choice -- trusting the wrong person -- could doom them all.

Elayne also talks about this in 3x01, when she's giving Rand the advice that leads to him making the decision to go to the Aiel Waste -- she mentions the importance of "knowing who to trust" as something that makes leadership difficult.

And the further trouble is that the only reason Siuan can offer the Sitters is "In my dreams, Moiraine Sedai told me that if the Tower doesn't bend the knee to the Dragon Reborn, he will lose the Last Battle. She learned this in the city of Rhuidean, in the Aiel Waste" and that brings up a whole host of questions that Siuan is not prepared to answer. Questions that she is probably certain would lead to her being deposed.

When you don't know how to explain something, it can be difficult to justify your actions (we also saw this with Rand and Egwene this season -- Rand doesn't know how to explain the Selene | Lanfear situation to Egwene, so he... doesn't, and it blows up in his face).

In the end, Siuan does figure out how to explain it. At least the most important parts. But she hasn't gotten there yet.

Instead of explaining herself to the Hall or putting it to a vote, Siuan writes letters of support for the Dragon Reborn and sends them to the various heads of state that the Amyrlin Seat has access to and authority to communicate with.

This act also gives Elaida (and Galina) the wedge that is needed to tell Alviarin that they are ready to vote on the matter, today -- and we learn later that this is the vote to depose Siuan.

At Cold Rocks Hold, Rand is trying to meet his toh to Alsera, still wracked with grief (and guilt). Egwene comes to fetch him for his break-up conversation with Lanfear and, you know, it is absolutely fascinating to me that Rand and Lanfear don't interact in person a single time this entire season. It happens entirely in Tel'aran'rhiod. Because of Moghedien's threats or because that was an environment that was under Lanfear's control (until Rand learns that he can control his own dreams)?

Rand is wearing a new coat, I think. Still mostly dusty Aiel colors but there's a reddish patch on the back and blue along the collar.

This scene shows us Rand's continuing grief over Alsera, as well as the fact that he and Egwene are still not communicating about anything (and, from what we see throughout the rest of this episode, I feel like they are destined to continue to fail to communicate for the foreseeable future).

We see that Egwene is still uncomfortable around Rand (due to the break-up itself or due to what happened afterwards with Alsera?) while Rand is lost in his grief.

In the scene with Moiraine and Sammael, Moiraine talks again about how Rand needs a teacher -- Rand is the first person who brought up this idea, back in 1x08, when he asked her if she could teach him and she said that she couldn't. She tried with Logain and now she's trying with Sammael -- both failures.

Are we going to follow the rule of three and have Moiraine try again to find Rand a teacher in s4, but this time it works?

We learn a bit of Sammael's backstory here -- grudge against Lews Therin, invented war*, etc. -- but he'll be dead soon, so I won't get into it, lol. We do also learn that now that she knows it's possible, Moiraine has figured out how to tie off weaves, so she can now presumably teach that to Egwene and Bair, if she chooses. I'm assuming that Moiraine used her sa'angreal to give herself enough of the One Power to shield Sammael and given that we see she can only barely hold her own against Lanfear later on, that does confirm that Sammael is weaker than Lanfear.

(*"In my time, there were no armies. Hadn't been for centuries. I discovered the art of war again." which also helps put the Aiel and the original Way of the Leaf into context -- they were formed in a time of no wars when living a life with no violence against others had less outside pressure against it; if the world hadn't placed Lewin or Aram into a situation where they needed to defend themselves/protect others, they would have continued living the Way of the Leaf)

One thing that does stand out is Sammael saying that he left his scar unhealed on purpose, because he wanted to have Lews Therin see it when he killed LTT. So we have a contrast between this scar of Sammael's that he refuses to have healed vs the wound in Rand's side that wasn't able to be healed, which has been touched on in two episodes (Rand wincing when Egwene is helping him rebandage it in 3x01, and it also appears to break open and bleed after his journey through the columns in 3x04).

"By the time songs are written about the Last Battle, no one will remember who you are." Unintentional prophecy by Moiraine, since she's not the one who kills Sammael, but true enough.

Shifting over to Liandrin's plotline, she bursts into the house she's sharing with the others (the old Lounalt estate) and we find Chesmal playing with a cat and Jeaine playing with what we learn is a balefire ter'angreal. The Sisters know that Liandrin killed Nyomi and suspect that she killed Ispan too. Liandrin ends up being the only survivor of the Black Ajah cabal that escaped from the White Tower (and I was shocked that she made it out alive tbh), and this episode helps out the kill count so that Team Light has now killed more of the Black Ajah than Team Shadow has, so that's good.

Team Light killed: the White Sitter (Leane); two unnamed BA sisters on the streets of Tar Valon (Ihvon & Maksim); Jeaine (Elayne); and I'll say Chesmal is probably dead or as good as dead (Min)

Team Shadow killed: Joiya (Gray Man); Nyomi (Liandrin); Ispan (Moghedien)

And Elaida killed Amico. I'm not willing to put her on 'Team Light'. Team Out For Herself, let's say.

The Black Ajah cabal took only a few weeks to completely disintegrate and it works as a microcosm of the Darkfriends as a whole and of the Forsaken -- if everyone is out for themselves, double-crossing is going to come naturally. Ishamael kept them all in line when he was in charge but now it's a bloodbath as everyone wants to be first, no matter who they need to step on (and we saw in s2 how Suroth and Liandrin's hatred/disdain for each other was only leashed because they were both following Ishamael's orders).

It's also an indictment on Liandrin's leadership skills, I'd say. If she had become Amyrlin, the way she dreamed of being, she would have ruined the White Tower in short order. She's a terrible leader.

(Though I don't imagine Elaida will do much better -- she's not a Darkfriend, judging by her actions in 3x06, but she's every bit as selfish, egotistical, and violent as the worst of the Darkfriends/Forsaken)

Liandrin has also taken to wearing the bracelet around, probably because she doesn't trust any of the others not to take it from her.

We get interrupted by Moghedien, delivering the second of the bracelets to Liandrin -- has Liandrin already figured out that her 'servant' is one of the Chosen or does that realization come later?

Moghedien is essentially getting Liandrin to do the work of finding the collar, rather than Moghedien doing it herself. She knows that two powerful, if untrained, channelers are looking for the collar, and doesn't want to put herself at risk, is my guess.

I do really like that we see Jeaine messing around with the balefire rod here, trying to figure it out, but she can't handle it when she actually tries to use it later, while Elayne shows herself able to figure it out extremely quickly -- we've been told that Elayne is inventive but we get to see it in action in this episode.

Nynaeve and Mat are keeping an eye on the Lounalt estate and see when Liandrin & co leave (I assume that the others are nearby, maybe watching other streets, because it doesn't seem to take long to fetch them).

Mat is wearing a gold ring that I hadn't noticed before. Where did he get that? I don't think it's important, since it isn't noted by the camera work or anything, but it looks nice. Nynaeve can handle the chopsticks but Mat is in despair and looking for a fork (I wonder if this is a reflection of the actor's IRL skills).

This is the only moment we get between Mat and Nynaeve in this episode, which does bring me to what felt like a bit of a dropped plot point, because Nynaeve ends up not at all involved in Mat's distress later in the episode, despite her promise to help Mat being the entire reason he stayed behind at the White Tower and then went to Tanchico with the group. Since I'm considerably more invested in Mat & Nynaeve's relationship than in Mat & Min's relationship, this was a bit of a disappointment for me. It kinda feels like Nynaeve has forgotten her promise to Mat because of how much she's focusing on Liandrin (she was going to straight-up leave him behind at the White Tower in 3x03 until he insisted on coming along). Maybe we'll see more with Nynaeve trying to help Mat in s4, or maybe the promise was just there to provide the initial reason to get Mat into the plotlines that the show wanted him to have this season and it won't come into play again at all in the future.

Or, and I just thought about this because I was rewatching the s2 Egwene & Elayne scenes looking for one of Elayne's lines -- there's a quote that Egwene says in 2x02 about Nynaeve - "She says that she came here for me. To protect me. But where is she when I actually need her?" So maybe this is an intentional thoroughline of Nynaeve not being able to help out "the kids" and them needing to figure out other ways of getting help/helping themselves. Interestingly, the reason that Nynaeve isn't "there for Egwene" in this scene is also because of spending time trying to figure out Liandrin's deal in that case as well. And then Nynaeve is unable to be there for Egwene at the end of the season too, when Egwene ends up needing to free herself from captivity. She isn't able to help Mat in s1 either, with Moiraine needing to be the one to come and heal him.

I never would have thought about that if I hadn't been scanning the scenes trying to find one of Elayne's lines for another part of this deep dive. I wonder how many other connections are lurking under the surface if I do a full series rewatch.

Time for Randfear to break up! Loved this scene so much (I adored Rand in all of his scenes this episode; Josha did such a good job).

So Rand actually is the one who set the scene here -- they're in the place where the Sharom (that big research station in the sky) crashed, back in the day, which is interesting, as Lanfear also says. It looks pretty nice, considering. So we've had two times when Lanfear picked the location -- when they met in the Cairhien inn room where they used to have sex; and two times when Rand picked the location -- when Lanfear barged in on his dream about the Two Rivers and now here, where Rand is fully aware and has made an active choice about where he wants to stage his break-up with Lanfear.

Lanfear kept them closed up in a small room, while Rand's settings involve the wide world. Very fitting for how Lanfear has sought to isolate Rand all this time.

Before we get into the scene itself, I want to take a look over their relationship as a whole, now that we've reached the end of it as a romance.

Let's rewind back to s2.

Lanfear is released from her seal and I'm guessing that Ishamael gives her the basic run-down on the situation with the new Dragon. Lanfear plops herself into the nearest big city to where Rand was last seen, probably using some Compulsion to make people believe she's been there for a while.

Once she has Rand in her sights, she gets to work -- sex first, and then use that to tip him into a relationship. Rand is isolated and in emotional turmoil, which is perfect for her purposes. We know that their relationship began as transactional, with 'Selene' asking for sex in exchange for giving Rand a room at her inn. And their relationship is at this basic level when we meet them in 3x02, though Rand's feelings are beginning to be more complex, because he is a heart-first sort of person.

Lanfear is also consistently pushing at Rand's boundaries in most of the scenes that they share together. Rand will say 'no' and she will continue to press him until he gives in. The one time in s2 that this doesn't work (at the party where he leaves her behind to go deliver that bottle of wine to Logain), we get our first true glimpse of who Lanfear actually is, when she threatens him in his dreams ("If you ever leave me again like that, I will kill you.") and then pushes and prods him into uncontrolled channeling in his sleep, which results in the fire at the inn, which is going to make Rand feel guilty over destroying her livelihood.

Then she sets up a situation where Rand will reveal his channeling to her, and she thinks that she's about to get everything that she ever wanted, and then Moiraine shows up and ruins her big night, which Lanfear carries a huge grudge about for the rest of s2 and into s3.

Now, imo, if Lanfear actually had revealed herself this early, she would have lost Rand (because he was beginning to be genuinely scared in that scene), but she believes that it's all Moiraine's fault.

She does want Rand to claim his power and titles, so she helps arrange for him to get to Falme. Plan B is in full swing... until she overplays her hand with Ishamael and tips things off to him. She can't resist gloating (a flaw that will return in s3) and Ishamael realizes that she's about to betray him, so scuppers her plans by releasing all the rest of the Forsaken so that she can't have it all her own way.

Meanwhile, Rand has been told by Moiraine that he needs to play into Lanfear's feelings for him, because of how incredibly dangerous she can be. He has also been carefully kept away from the majority of Lanfear's worst behavior and actions (mostly by Lanfear herself).

Rand is being starved of information. This was a common theme in the books but in the show, it is being tied specifically to this beat about Lanfear and her cruelty.

Once we open in s3, Lanfear can't see Rand in person because she doesn't want to draw the other Forsaken to him, so she visits him in dreams, pushing him towards Tear and Callandor, pushing him to take more power. She's also returned to the Selene persona, realizing that "openness and vulnerability" are much more appealing to Rand than "dominatrix sex goddess".

Rand is clearly still physically attracted to her, but resists her.

Also of note in their scenes this season is how little Rand actually shares his plans with her. She tells him things (some of them lies) but he tells her very little back.

From 3x02: She already knows that he's in the Waste (maybe through Moiraine?) and wants to know why he went to there instead of going to Tear. He does not tell her that it's to gain the allegiance of the Aiel, instead playing off of her own suggestion and saying that it gets him away from the other Forsaken.

Lanfear takes his hands and puts them on her waist. Lanfear touches his mouth. And that whole time, she's laying down poison about how if Egwene ever sees the truth about Rand, she will reject him. And once there's a hint of Rand softening towards her, she teasingly leaves.

From 3x03: She tells him about the Sakarnen and how she wants it in order to destroy the Dark One and escape her Dark Oaths. Rand asks her a lot of questions in this scene, prodding her to give him answers -- why do you want me to get Callandor so much? What would you do if you broke free of your Dark Oaths?

Note, that Rand approaches Lanfear here but she's once again the person who initiates physical touch -- she covers his hand while he keeps it closed into a fist on the bed.

Lanfear really really plays up the "I'm a helpless damsel who needs your protection" angle in this scene, probably thinking back to how effective it was in 2x04, before Rand knew the truth about her. Rand wants to be able to feel like he can protect people as opposed to hurting them, so she's trying to give that to him here. She also tries to get Rand to blame himself for them being here together in his dreams, though luckily Rand doesn't seem to buy it.

I don't think he buys her distressed damsel act either, not fully, but then 3x04 happens and he sees Mierin and it gives him hope that there's something real underneath Lanfear's lies.

He has hope that maybe 'Mierin' is still in there, that maybe Selene was Lanfear showing the Mierin side of herself.

From 3x05: Two significant things here: Rand does not tell her about seeing the Sakarnen in his Rhuidean visions, which he knows that she is looking for; and he does not say "I love you" back to her when she says it to him.

He does think that maybe there's a hope that there's something in Lanfear that can be saved -- that wants to be saved -- but he doesn't give away any key information to her, and he doesn't entrust her with his heart. He's still holding some big pieces back. Lanfear also is the one to initiate the physical contact (touching Rand's face and tipping him towards her for a kiss), though Rand is the one who initiates the kiss itself.

But even here, Lanfear is careful to seed in how Rand is dangerous and bad, just like her.

In these scenes, Rand also keeps poking at her ambition for more, as if confirming that's still her motive -- he does it in 3x02 ("Not big enough for you, not by a mile."), in 3x03 ("What would you do if the Oaths you swore were gone?"), and in 3x05 ("And more.").

And Lanfear's flaw from 2x08 comes back to bite her again -- she can't resist gloating, and she tips her hand to Egwene at the end of 3x05, thus leading to Egwene confronting Rand and revealing the extent of Lanfear's cruelty. His hope that Lanfear actually was telling the truth in 3x03 about wanting to break her Dark Oaths is snuffed out.

Now, in the wake of learning the truth, Rand waits in his dream, knowing that Lanfear will come for him, because she always does.

Hilariously, she does come in what reads as a modern white wedding dress. Amazing. No notes.

She reveals that Sammael was sent to Cold Rocks Hold as a 'surprise' for Rand, and she's thinking along the same lines as Moiraine, that he can act as a teacher for Rand.

We have... we have two sets of parallels set against Lanfear this season -- we have the Moiraine & Lanfear parallels; and we have the Egwene & Lanfear parallels. Interestingly, they don't overlap much -- Lanfear is covering two separate aspects of Rand here -- Rand as the Dragon and Rand as a romantic interest. This is kind of an echo to what Lanfear said back in s2, about how Rand needs to share all of himself with someone, rather than only parts of himself -- Lanfear claims to want all of Rand... but when Lanfear talks, she does a lot of projection. Most of what she claims is true of Rand is usually only true of herself, but she wants it to be true about Rand.

And we see Rand putting on a mask with Lanfear here -- he's closed in on himself, one hand clasping his other wrist. He gives her the smallest of (fake) smiles in order to get her to keep talking. And once he starts talking and settles into himself here, he begins slowly circling her.

Rand's facial expressions are so good. The little eyebrow twitch he does after he says, "It's also the last moment you were truly human." He's let go of his illusions/hopes about her. And what she did with Sammael would only help confirm that -- Sammael's attack is why Alsera is dead. Lanfear didn't even ask if anyone got hurt during the delivery of her 'surprise'.

And Lanfear is genuinely unbalanced by how Rand is behaving, not doing the false damsel act that she's used before.

I love how Lanfear goes, "So she told you." [beat] "I knew she would." You did not, you liar, lol. She is desperately trying to justify her actions here, trying to claim that her torture of Egwene was to make her stronger, because Rand learning this about Lanfear's actions is her worst nightmare. This is Lews Therin all over again, and I imagine that (whatever it was that made LTT realize that she had a rotten heart) she made frantic excuses to him back in the day too, hoping she could find the right words to make him still love her. Lanfear wanted to gloat over 'winning' Rand from Egwene and she ruined her own plans. Just like when she felt the need to gloat in front of Ishamael in 2x08, leading to Ishamael releasing the rest of the Chosen.

"Or do you want all that power for yourself?" And we see the same smile on Rand's face here that we saw at the beginning of this scene -- I will make a note to watch out for that no-teeth smile in the future. It's sexy but it seems to be a bad sign for whoever is on the receiving end. (contrast it to the full smiles that we saw Rand giving to a couple of people in 3x01 -- I think we see it with Mat & Perrin, and with Elayne)

"Why can't it be both?" Lanfear asks, which is essentially her stepping directly into the trap that Rand laid for her -- she just admitted that she wants that power for herself. This is also the first time we see Rand the one initiating the physical contact -- he puts his hands on her waist, in a reversal of the scene from 3x02.

Lanfear now tries to argue for the nuance in doing evil things, which is the point that she's been attempting to lead him to all this time.

And she makes a wild argument here: "Do you know what you did in your last life? You made the whole world bow. And the only one who wouldn't was me. That's why you left me. Because I wouldn't bow to you." I love how you can start to see the same look here that she had back in s2 during the "If you leave me like that again, I'll kill you" scene. She can tell that she's about to lose him (she's already lost him).

But though Lanfear accuses him of being a child here (in a few moments), Rand has learned a lot and he's grown, and he sees through her and doesn't fall for her attempts to blame the ending of their relationship on Lews Therin being arrogant.

He calls out what she said as a lie -- the reason that Lews Therin left her... the reason that Rand is leaving her, is because she's "jealous and petty and just cruel". She is not a good person. He has now seen all of her, and it's because he knows who she is that he doesn't love her.

With Egwene, Rand wasn't able to connect with her emotionally/romantically anymore and he also believes that she doesn't truly want him and a life with him. But he respects her and he cares for her, even if he was ready for a break-up the second she opened the door for one.

With Lanfear, once he sees her for who she truly is... he doesn't respect her choices. She has chosen to take her jealousy out on others. She has chosen cruelty when she could have chosen compassion. As we see with Melindhra later on in the episode, if the choice is between doing evil and dying... that is still a choice.

And Lanfear is not only cruel, she is cruel both in an indifferent way and in an actively and gleefully malicious way.

So, Rand can mark down two failed relationships.

One died because of the lack of communication in the relationship -- though it's entirely possible that communication also might have ended the relationship sooner, if more amicably.

The other died because it was based on a foundation of lies and manipulation, and as soon as Rand learned about the truth under the lies, it killed his feelings for Lanfear.

Much like Logain and Sammael as failed teachers, I will now ask... rule of three? Is Rand going to have a third relationship that does work out? If so, we have the rough shape of what it would need, from the reasons that his past two relationships failed -- he needs a relationship with good communication and a foundation of honesty.

Kinda like we saw with Perrin and Faile this season. They were a great example of a couple that followed Lanfear's (hilariously good) advice from 2x04 about letting someone see all of you and giving them a chance to love you (it works better when you aren't an awful person).

From what Rand himself has said, he also needs to believe that he's genuinely wanted for himself (not 'wanted' in a sexual way, but in an emotional/romantic way).

So I was hoping for an "Egwene teaches Rand how to protect his dreams from Lanfear" scene and this maybe counts, lol. If Rand has been told the secret about how he's the ultimate master of what happens in his own dreams, then we can potentially take it as read that he's able to shield his dreams in the future. We will (hopefully) find out in s4.

Rand calls Lanfear out for being a monster and pushes her away from him -- and the physicality of this scene is so delicious, with Rand's small secretive smiles and the way he moves in the scene and the way he touches Lanfear (after her doing all the touching in the earlier dream scenes). Even if you didn't have the dialogue, the dynamics are obvious just from the actions and the facial expressions. It's fantastic. What a great scene.

And Lanfear twitching as she begins to channel in her rage.

"You stupid, arrogant child," Lanfear says and this is also finally finally the truth about what Lanfear thinks about Rand (and potentially about LTT) when she isn't trying to seduce him. He frustrates her! We've seen moments of him frustrating her in other scenes, she's just always quick to paper over it. She never actually loved him. She loved an idea of him -- an idea of Lews Therin. She loved the idea of a younger Lews Therin that she could shape and mold into the man that she actually wanted -- all that power under her control (echoes of White Tower law when it comes to the Dragon Reborn! It's all about ownership). And, of course, this put paid to another lie that she made him believe about their relationship -- that she saw him and loved him as a man, not as a boy (which was the distinction that Rand himself made between 'Selene' and Egwene).

Sadly the trap for Lanfear doesn't pan out, even though everyone prepared for it really hard, because Lanfear's absolute pettiness has overruled her immediate rage -- she doesn't just want to kill Rand, she wants him to lose the thing that he's spent all this time working to get. She wants to see him fail before she kills him. She wants to kill Moiraine first. And probably Egwene too.

I notice that Aviendha is still going for her fire spears. Well, it's only the day after Rand and Egwene's break-up and everything that went down, so I suppose that's pretty reasonable. Aviendha has not been a Wise One apprentice for very long. Like... two and a half weeks, I think? Something like that.

We also see that Moiraine has gotten a lot more control over her sa'angreal and isn't struggling with it as much. Maybe Rand's advice helped!

Melindhra's little subplot isn't long, but I ended up enjoying it. Here, Lanfear calls in Melindhra's 'debt' and tells her to kill Lan. This is likely meant to cause Moiraine pain and throw her off-balance so that it's easier for Lanfear to kill her.

"If a Forsaken has that collar and uses it to control Rand..."

So... the uncomfortable question about what happened in Tanchico -- if Team Tanchico had not gone to Tanchico, would Liandrin and Moghedien have been able to find the second bracelet and the collar at all?

It's Mat being charming at the right man that lands them the second bracelet; Liandrin & co had no idea where to look for it. And Liandrin's drawing only shows what the collar looks like in the worn/activated state, not in its resting state, and she leaves it behind not recognizing it for what it is when she finds it in the Panarch's Palace.

And, of course, the reason that the Black Ajah have the first bracelet is because Verin and Adelas let Nyomi into the 13th Depository. Every single piece of the male a'dam came into Liandrin's hands because of the actions of someone on Team Light, though not on purpose.

That's not saying that Team Light failed completely in Tanchico -- they did take out two of the Black Ajah. Mat... accidentally accomplished something, though we don't know the details yet. Nynaeve broke her block. Min redeemed herself in her own eyes for her betrayal of Mat in s2. Elayne has a nifty new weapon and learned that Gaebril is one of the Forsaken.

But... they are the reason that the complete male a'dam is in Liandrin & Moghedien's possession.

Two ta'veren among them when this all happened. Is there a greater purpose in Liandrin and Moghedien having the collar that will play out to the Light's advantage?

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Right now, we're outside the Panarch's Palace, everyone is terrified to be facing the Black Ajah but they are determined to be brave and try to find the collar in order to protect Rand. Mat reminds Thom that he didn't want to get involved but Thom says "I have this thing about watching kids die. Try to stop it if I can."

It was when the situation in Bree turned potentially deadly that Thom stepped in as a ride-or-die to help Mat and Rand as well. The more dangerous the situation is, the more likely Thom is to throw himself into it to protect these "kids" (aka people around his nephew's age? or people around Elayne's age, now that we know more about his backstory?).

"Whoever finds it, get out. Don't wait for the rest of us."

Nynaeve giving advice that she will not take herself. The first time watching it, it kinda felt like Nynaeve was specifically waiting around for Liandrin, which felt like a weird choice for her to make! But on rewatch, it's more likely that she felt like she couldn't leave without "the kids" (as Thom would say) and unfortunately Liandrin found her first.

They come into the palace and see the dead bodies of the guards, and they split up into three groups -- Nynaeve by herself, Min and Mat together, and Elayne and Thom together.

While the Tanchico players are all searching for the collar, Moghedien decides to start an art project!

Or, you know, tries to see how much she has to break Sammael's body before he finally dies and is unable to heal himself. This does let us know a couple of things -- Moghedien is aware at least vaguely about what's going on in Rand's plotline (but doesn't want to get involved until she can do it with minimal/no risk to herself) and her first priority is to knock off the other Chosen.

Rand approaches Alcair Dal with the Taardad Aiel following him, and we begin to get a chance to see the scope of the Aiel people here (though we're explicitly told that not all the clans have arrived yet, so this is still not all of them). Rhuarc warns Rand that going to Alcair Dal before the rest of the chiefs have arrived goes against tradition but says that he will stand for Rand regardless. And Rand does say flat-out that if the Aiel refuse to accept him at first, he will reveal the truth of Rhuidean to confirm to the clan chiefs and Wise Ones that he truly did go to the sacred city.

I really do wonder exactly how much Rand (or Egwene?) told everyone about Lanfear during the set-up of the trap. Enough that everyone who was in that room knows that Rand and Lanfear slept together, it seems, from what Aviendha says to Egwene here, but I'm kinda guessing he went as bare-bones as possible on the information.

One thing that I would really hope for in s4 is for Rand to actually debrief with someone about what happened with Lanfear (kinda like how Perrin was able to unpack what happened with Laila to Faile) because right now, Moiraine is really the only person who knows about Lanfear's long-term manipulation and deception of Rand and I don't know if I feel like she's a healthy and safe person to talk to about this sort of thing. I get why Rand didn't feel like he could tell Egwene, tbh -- because it would have required him to confess that while Egwene was mourning his death, he was sleeping with and developing feelings for someone else. But he was able to almost tell Mat and Perrin about it in 3x01 (but he was still trapped in the middle of the relationship at that point, and couldn't bring himself to tell them about the deception part of it), so I'm hoping now that the relationship is very much over, he can talk to someone about how it began.

I'm hoping that someone can ask him, "What happened with Lanfear, Rand?" in a more objective way (though I certainly understand why Egwene couldn't be that person!), and he can tell someone, "I didn't know she was one of the Forsaken. She was pretending to be someone else. She was lying to me for months. And after I learned the truth, Moiraine and I agreed that it would be safer for me to go along with her, for my own protection, because I didn't know how to protect myself from her intrusions into my dreams. I came to care for her, or the person that I wanted to believe that she could be, but I knew I couldn't trust her."

Or something to that effect, anyway.

This conversation with Aviendha is another example of people telling Egwene what her feelings about something should be, which feels like it happened a lot this season. I feel like we got a lot more of other people talking about how Egwene should feel about something than we got of Egwene telling us how she does feel about something. So I'm once again asking for more insight into Egwene's actual thoughts and feelings in s4. It does feel like the key is that she got separated from Nynaeve and Elayne so early on in the season and didn't have anyone to talk to who she fully trusted (just like Rand became more vulnerable to Lanfear's manipulations after he was separated from Perrin and Mat).

You know, it occurs to me that it was implied in behind-the-scenes stuff that we would get an explanation for Moiraine's fancy dress & armor in her fight with Lanfear but we didn't. It must have ended up on the cutting room floor, due to time constraints.

So... I'm assuming that the woman with Sevanna and Couladin here is a Shaido Wise One (and the xray confirms this, though she has no name), and she cautions them that there is "no honor in shedding blood in Alcair Dal." Lanfear arrives and the Wise One is asked to leave before Lanfear puts fake clan chief tats on Couladn's arms.

I'm going to try to see if I can spot this Wise One later in the episode and see if she leaves with Sevenna & Couladin, despite the fact that she would be able to guess that Couladin is lying about having gone to Rhuidean.

Sevenna and Couladin are both willing to pretend that he's the Car'a'carn in order to keep a wetlander from claiming the title.

Of course, the fact that someone was able to put fake dragons onto Couladin's arms opens the doorway of doubt into whether or not Rand's dragons are also fakes, at least to the Aiel, which is why Rand is going to need to tell them the truth.

Elaida primping herself up for her big moment of ascension to the Amyrlin Seat, done in a mostly empty Hall, in secrecy, and as quickly as possible. Elaida is ~technically~ legal here but essentially bending the law as far as she possibly can. What Siuan was doing in concern and desperation (barring the Red Ajah Sitters from the Hall because she was worried they were Black Ajah), Elaida does because it's the only way she can get what she's wanted all these years.

"Eight Red Sisters have just left the Tower, with no word as to why."

And that's how Elaida gets away with it. Because the implication is clear. Siuan is worrying desperately over the fate of the world and Rand is the person that she has to worry about the most. Her own experience of Rand showed her that he was young and brash and inexperienced. That a single Aes Sedai could shield him successfully. The idea of eight Red Sisters hunting him down is a terrifying prospect, and the thought of what might happen to Moiraine if she gets in the way.

So Verin leaves the Tower, with "a group of our most trusted Sisters" and are out of the way when Elaida's coup takes place.

Heartbreaking.

I do think that Siuan was given a losing hand. We've seen how corrupt the Tower is -- how many of the Sitters were Black Ajah, how many other Black Ajah are around. And their very laws feel written in a way that is harmful to the Last Battle (re: caging the Dragon), which makes me wonder if Ishamael got his hands on their bylaws early on in the formation of the White Tower.

How could Siuan have had a chance of righting that boat in only ten years?

We get a nice moment between Elayne and Thom here -- it was implied in 3x06 that Thom had known Elayne from before ("part of Morgase's court") but we get more of the details here, and a timeline. There's also a reminder that Elayne likes to tinker with things... Thom tells a story about toddler!Elayne taking apart all the clocks in the palace.

"The queen was too proud to punish you. She always was."

This actually goes back to something I noted back in 3x02, which is that the show did a really good job of transferring over "beloved and cosseted heir" vibes from how a crown prince might be treated in a patriarchial monarchy to how Morgase treats Elayne.

Something I find interesting about Elayne's outfit here is that I don't see a rose in her hair. During most of the season, Elayne has put her hair up with some part of it echoing the shape of a rose, to remind us of the rose crown. But here, her hair is fully down and she's wearing a black headband (that I think can double as a veil).

Talking about how old she was when Thom left leads to the revelation that Lord Gaebril is not who Elayne remembers him to be -- that he straight-up didn't used to exist. This was definitely the big thing that I was wondering if Thom would be used to bring back into Elayne's plotline -- finding out that her mother is under the thumb of one of the Forsaken. Very important and scary information for Elayne to receive!

Jeaine shows up and now we're going to build up to the Tanchico finale, as all three of the subgroups are brought into acute danger -- Mat through the doorway, Elayne and Thom because of the balefire rod, and Nynaeve in finding the collar and then confronting Liandrin. Easier to cover each group as a whole as opposed to cutting between them, so Mat gets to go first, and he gets sucked into a redstone twisted doorway very similiar to the one in the White Tower that Elaida exited from at the start of the episode!

The room of the Eelfinn (as he calls himself) is full of skulls and skeletons. So, you know. That's promising. Mat's doorway also disappears as soon as he looks away from it. Also very promising, I am sure!

Mat gets greeted by a roar from the Eelfinn, who is standing on a platform (we see similar small platforms around the room). The Eelfinn is furry, has red eyes, and is wearing human leather for clothes (the spine of his jacket is made of ears). All very promising signs that Mat will have a chill and no stress time in here!

There do not appear to be any exits to the room. There are narrow windows that let in shafts of light but all much too small for Mat.

"A very long time," the Eelfinn said and that, plus the fact that the names are slightly different (Aelfinn vs Eelfinn) is another clue that this may not be the same person that Elaida spoke to in her doorway. Though it depends on scale. Ten years can be a very long time, depending on how long Eelfinn live.

"By the ancient treaty, here is agreement made." (said in the Old Tongue, so Mat was probably able to understand just fine)

"What is your need?" This is the focus of what the Eelfinn presses onto Mat over the course of their scene together. Due to some ancient treaty, there's an agreement that the Eelfinn grant needs to a person who enters (three of them, from what the Eelfinn says) but there are some specific rules and guidelines about how these bargains work, none of which Mat knows.

Next we learn some of those rules - "Do you carry iron, instruments of music or devices for making light?" These do not appear to be allowed by the ancient treaty. Mat has nothing but the clothes on his back right now, as far as we're aware, so he's good to go.

The Eelfinn also knows Mat's name without being told. A totally normal thing that shouldn't stress anyone out at all!

When the Eelfinn laughs, it distorts the room (Mat winces in pain), and a similar thing happens each time he grants a need.

Mat's first need: "to stop getting bollocked about by every bloody magical force on this bloody planet. I'm sick of this One Power-"

Then, interesting, the Eelfinn makes an offer of a need -- "There are memories racing through your mind. They are not yours. We can take them."

When Mat responds - "You can fix me", this is also granted as "done" by the Eelfinn. So, yeah, that one is very interesting because it's actually something that the Eelfinn initiated and wanted, not Mat.

I think someone might be bending the ancient treaty to get something that he wants.

Mat compares the smell of the Eelfinn's room here to a "fox den" - "full of dead things". It's all pretty worrying.

So Mat makes his last need - "to get the fuck out of here. Now!"

We learn a couple of more important rules of visiting the Eelfinn (and perhaps the Aelfinn) -- you are not guaranteed the right to leave. If you forget to make leaving part of your bargain, then you will stay here and die. And probably get turned into clothing.

And that there are terms and there's a price for the needs that are granted and if that is not set by the person making the request, then the Eelfinn gets to set it himself. And his price is that Mat does leave his realm... by way of a noose.

On the other side of the doorway, Min panics a bit over Mat disappearing, and Chesmal shows up. Once Mat arrives hanged, Min waits until he's stopped breathing to bonk Chesmal over the head. I'm not entirely certain why she doesn't do it sooner, if I'm being perfectly honest. Chesmal seemed pretty transfixed by watching Mat die.

Anyway, Min saves Mat's life using not very good CPR, Mat reflectively flirts when he wakes up, which is his default state of being, and he's survived his journey through the doorway, only barely. Honestly, that Mat doesn't manage to flirt with the Eelfinn is a real statement about how much he was thrown by the events in the room (the list of people Mat has defensively flirted with includes both Liandrin and Ishamael, after all).

He's also left with three parting gifts -- a nasty scar on his neck that hopefully will get healed up; a silver or steel foxhead necklace; and the rope that he's hanging from is tied to a spear of some kind that is jammed into the doorway. We don't get confirmation on whether or not he takes that with him.

Mat also appears to have lost some of his own memories -- he doesn't remember coming to the Panarch's palace (but he does seem to remember Min fine). On the plus side, the screaming in his head is gone.

Did Elaida's doorway work the same? We can't know. She did appear to get a gift, but she came out with the promise that she would become Amrylin. We don't know much beyond that, except that she may have known enough about how the Finn work to negotiate her own price (perhaps it relates to why her hand shakes?).

Mat did acquire some new items, at a cost, but we don't yet know the value of them, and he's lost some of his memories as well.

But they are past the vision of him being hanged. So far, we've had one big Min vision per season that gets resolved in the finale, so I wonder if that trend will continue (s1: Nynaeve and Egwene nearly burning out; s2: Mat stabbing Rand; s3: Mat being hanged).

Elayne and Thom are hiding from Jeaine and Thom tries to talk Elayne into letting him make a noble last stand, the same as he did with the boys back in s1. While he's saying what he believes are his last goodbyes to her, he tells her that he promised her mother that he would keep her safe, and that she needs to find a way to stop the Forsaken in Caemlyn that is controlling Morgase.

While Elayne appears to agree, she actually sneaks around the other way and, while Thom has Jeaine distracted, Elayne wallops her with the One Power and snatches the ter'angreal from her. We've seen that when Jeaine tries to use the rod, there was a nasty recoil that made it very difficult for her to aim, but Elayne is able to control it with relative ease.

When she hits Jeaine with the balefire, Jeaine slowly (and painfully, it looks like) disappears... and then a balefire-colored ghosty image of Jeaine appears, doing the same actions she'd done earlier, and the damage that Jeaine did to the ceiling becomes undone and the ceiling is whole again.

"This makes balefire. I could be one of the Chosen with a weapon like this."

So that seems like a useful little toy that Elayne has acquired! Plus she saved Thom's life. Elayne's plan here goes off without a hitch.

I also like that we bring the whole ~gunslinger~ vibe that Alanna had in 3x01 back again here with Thom.

This little thread is probably our most successful of the groups in Tanchico -- Elayne kills Jeaine, saves Thom, and acquires a weapon that can potentially challenge the Forsaken. All gains no losses! Not a bad day's work!

Nynaeve is searching around and she's in the correct room but doesn't know it yet. Liandrin shows up, finds the collar, but then leaves it behind because it doesn't look like what she was expecting. After Liandrin leaves, Nynaeve picks the collar up and puts it into her bag, and then heads to the entrance, where she waits.

She told the others to leave if they found the collar, but she can't bring herself to do it. And so she's waiting right there when Liandrin shows up (I'm guessing Liandrin was following the whispers from the bracelets again -- which is likely why Moghedien gave her the bracelets in the first place, because she knows how these kinds of ter'angreal work and assumed that having two of the pieces would be able to draw Liandrin to the third piece).

I feel like Nynaeve could at least have tried to hide instead of standing right by the door! But she is standing by the door and is immediately spotted by Liandrin.

New rule: Nynaeve isn't allowed on any more stealth missions.

There's literally a shadowy corridor right behind her too.

So, the Nynaeve and Liandrin scene -- I feel like there's definitely a comparison to be made to Rand and Lanfear, in terms of someone wishing that they could change the mind of a person who is on the side of the Shadow and bring them back to the Light. In both cases, the relationship is first established via deception -- Lanfear pretends to be Selene to get into Rand's bed; Liandrin pretends not to be Black Ajah so that she can become Nynaeve's teacher. There's a moment of horrifying realization that this person that you trusted and liked is committed to a horrible cause (Moiraine revealing that Selene is Lanfear vs the Seanchan betrayal).

And then there's the hope that maybe you can save them.

Though I do feel like not all of Liandrin's backstory was necessary this season and that we could have cut some of it in favor of something else, there's also a comparison in that as well -- it's learning about Liandrin/Lanfear's past history that gives Nynaeve/Rand hope that they can turn away from the Shadow.

Rand realizes at the end of 3x06 that the woman that he wants to save doesn't exist. The woman that he cared about -- the woman that he could perhaps have loved... she wasn't real. Because that woman would not have been capable of tormenting someone for weeks in their dreams. Lanfear's own revealed actions shattered Rand's illusions about her.

Here, Liandrin declares that the woman that Nynaeve wants to believe in doesn't exist and, to prove it, she tosses Nynaeve into the ocean.

So, we definitely see Nynaeve's weakness for Liandrin on display here. Is Liandrin showing a weakness for Nynaeve, or she is embracing cruelty? Drowning is a slower and more painful death than the bullet-to-the-head weave.

It might be as simple as having enough affection for Nynaeve that Liandrin didn't personally want to watch her die.

I'm not sure I believe that Liandrin was trying to give Nynaeve a chance to break her block, though the argument can be made. That maybe the lie that Lanfear said about Egwene (hurting her to "make her stronger") is part of Liandrin's intentions here. Maybe. Liandrin does believe that "adversity breeds strength".

After what Liandrin says here ("I'm going to collar the Dragon Reborn"), it makes all the sense in the world that Nynaeve & co are going to try to book it to find Rand as quickly as possible, and their best guess for where he has to go eventually would be Tear (because of Callandor). Plus Elayne has a family friend in the city.

Nynaeve breaking through her block by using the thought of the daughter that she had in the Arches. It really is interesting to me how much focus there has been on Nynaeve's journey through the Arches, compared to how little it's been focused on for Egwene or (especially) Elayne. We caught one glimpse of a mad!Rand in Egwene's nightmares in 3x02 and then nothing until Egwene accuses Rand of being mad in 3x06, and then her concern in 3x08 when Rand doesn't let go of the One Power. And with Elayne, we have absolutely zero knowledge of what happened in the Arches.

But for Nynaeve, it has been a profoundly transformative experience that has deeply shaped her, to the point where that's what she reaches for when she needs to break her block, not any of the real and living people who are potentially in danger in the Panarch's Palace. She talks about her daughter in 3x01, dreams about her in 3x05, uses her to help break her block in 3x08.

Part of her grieving process, perhaps, turning Elnore's memory into something that gives her strength instead of hurting her? To contrast against Liandrin calling her son something that made her weak?

Nynaeve's scorecard for the episode: one big miss (Liandrin taking the collar); one big hit (breaking her block)

The Tanchico storyline is now all wrapped up and it's time to wrap up the Aiel Waste and the White Tower plotlines (which get interlinked, because the events in the White Tower plotline end up affecting the Waste Plotline).

Lan's subplot with Melindhra gets wrapped up, and we get to see the effects of the Dark Oath on a person. Now, we don't know exactly what triggers the backlash from breaking the Dark Oath -- is it something that happened internally in her heart? Was it refusing an order from one of the Forsaken? Was it telling Lan about Lanfear? Uncertain. It does not look like a pleasant ending but Melindhra realizes that her life is not worth living if she is forced to betray the one thing that mattered so much to her that she was willing to dedicate herself to the Shadow for the promise of it.

There's a quote from another series, the Vorkosigan series, that I feel suits this situation: "Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing that you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart." Lan is Malkier, and Malkier is Melindhra's heart.

"Death is lighter than a feather. Duty, heavier than a mountain."

Duty has been a big theme this season. The weight of duty. Rand has been struggling with it. Aviendha was running from it. Elayne is trying to balance it. Moiraine and Siuan are both willing to sacrifice everything for it. We've seen how that mountain has been weighing Siuan down this season, this task that she has been trying to hold up, as impossible as holding up the sky itself. Perrin choosing first to defend his people and then to lay his weapons down and surrender himself to Dain and the Whitecloaks. We watched the many past Aiel torn between duty to the Aes Sedai and their way of life, with those who tried to keep to both dying out. The sa'angreal in Rhodric's hands, carried out of the Age of Legends and into Rhuidean so that it could be held by Moiraine today, used to defend his blood-descendent, the Dragon Reborn. The Aiel people shattered into pieces to create Rhuidean, and to prepare the way for the Car'a'carn. They will shatter again today.

Duty, and destiny.

Rand watches the horizon. A shape is there, in the distance. A dark shape of a person against the white clouds.

He blinks, and the horizon is clear again.

While he was looking out at the desert, Moiraine has come to join him in his shade, and she opens the conversation with "You were right."

I'm guessing that part of the reason that Moiraine is so vulnerable with Rand here (admitting that he was right and she was wrong is a very vulnerable thing for her to do) is because she thinks it might be her last chance -- from what she saw in the rings, it is very likely that she might die today, facing off against Lanfear.

This opening also functions as a nice compare/contrast against a conversation that Rand had with Lanfear in 3x03, which was her creating false vulnerability and false intimacy.

Lanfear (3x03): "I don't know if I can untangle this for us. You were right to stay away from Callandor. I should have seen that. It was selfish of me."

Moiraine (3x08): "You were right to come here. This is a nation of warriors. This is an army that can take the Stone of Tear. Even the Forsaken will fall against a hundred thousand spears."

I am also going to point out that Moiraine is secondhand complimenting Elayne here as well, though she doesn't know it, because Elayne is the one who suggested this idea to Rand -- and for exactly this reason.

In 3x03, Lanfear "admits" that she now believes that Rand was right because she's working on manipulating him (she uses that conversation to try to make him believe she wants to escape her Dark Oaths, and to try to get Rand to find the Sakarnan for her).

Moiraine admits that Rand's right because she actually believes it. She says it plain, so that Rand can know it's true. Unlike Lanfear, she can't lie (which was also the key thing that made Rand go with Moiraine back in 2x04, when she first revealed who Lanfear was to Rand), so if Moiraine is telling Rand that he made the right choice, she means it.

"I'm sorry that I didn't know sooner that this was the right thing to do." Another huge show of vulnerability for Moiraine that I didn't catch the significance of during my first viewing. I think I was probably still recovering from Nynaeve breaking her block, so there was a lot in this conversation that I didn't pick up on! I think I only really started being able to properly process again when we get to the point where Rand crouches down in front of her (which echoes what Moiraine did to Rand in their much more testy conversation in 3x01).

Rand reciprocates her honesty with his own, revealing his cards in a way that he never does with Lanfear in any of their scenes -- he tells her that he's guessed that she helped Lanfear with the attack on the inn. He's guessed her motives as well - "To separate me from the others so that you could control me."

He gets her to confirm that she suspected that she knew about Lanfear torturing Egwene as well (I'm assuming it was the bruises on Egwene's neck in 3x02 that made Moiraine suspect something, at least after Egwene confirmed that they weren't from Rand).

"I hoped it would drive you two apart." "Me and Egwene? Or me and Lanfear?" "Both." "It worked." "I know."

While the actual break-up scenes with Egwene and Lanfear happened earlier, this is the confirmation from Rand that, for his part, he is done with both relationships entirely.

This also may have been why Moiraine was mostly avoiding Rand after Rhuidean -- she was waiting and hoping for the Egwene-Lanfear situation to blow up so that Rand would no longer be tethered to either of them.

So. Cards on the table. Honesty. It took a long time for Moiraine to be willing to be this honest with him, but they've finally gotten there.

Rand saw a figure out on the horizon that disappeared when he blinked. Whether or not that figure was a sign of potential madness waiting for him, Rand likely believes that it was. So he's in a similar position to Moiraine here -- the thing that he was so scared of is already knocking at the door. He and Moiraine are both at the point that lies beyond fear, into sheer bloody determination to do whatever it takes to accomplish their goal, in the time that they have left to do it (and Siuan will be right on this same wavelength once we loop back into her storyline).

"I have been ready to kill you if you chose the Dark or if you lost your mind. I don't want you to get to the Last Battle unless I know you can win it for the Light." "Exactly. You want what I want. You're the only one who does. Thank you. I'm here because of you. I see that now." "I won't be here forever." "I know. And I won't either."

They're on the same page, and agree on the terms. The goal is what matters, not the cost to themselves. This is, and must be, bigger than themselves.

(that doesn't mean that all the rest doesn't matter, even if Rand might believe it doesn't right now; but I'll talk about that at the end)

Look how much trust and gratitude you can get out of Rand if you're honest with him, Moiraine! This could have been you in 3x01 if you'd opened up to him back then instead of making deals with Lanfear, just saying!

I'm teasing her a little but Rand has been trying to reach out to Moiraine this season and she has been a brick wall back to him for most of that time, so it's really nice to see her offer truth and vulnerability here and then get immediately rewarded for it.

The truth doesn't need to be pretty -- it can be messy and ruthless and difficult. But Rand appreciates it anyway, because it's the truth.

Rand wants them to fight this battle together, but Moiraine refuses -- "No Aes Sedai strings at your back." Instead, they will fight separate battles -- him to bring the Aiel under his control and her against Lanfear.

And Siuan, fighting her own battle, alone except for Leane.

Separate battles, but it's all the same battle.

Verin and the rest of the "most trusted" Sisters arrive to confront Galina and the other seven Red Sisters who left the White Tower, only to learn that it was all done to get the people that Siuan trusted most out of the Tower.

In addition to getting these Sisters out of the way for the planned coup, this also reveals to Galina (and thus Elaida), which Sisters it was that Siuan trusted on this sort of mission.

The climaxes between Siuan - Moiraine - Rand are more tied together than the Tanchico climaxes, so I'll take them together instead of separately.

What Siuan and Leane learn here is that they're too late. Leane isn't being allowed into the Hall, because the vote was already taken. Secretly, with only the minimum of needed Sitters, Siuan has been deposed and accused of being a Darkfriend (note Elaida's use of the passive voice -- who accused her of being a Darkfriend, exactly?), who was "working in concert with the Shadow to hide the Dragon's existence from this Tower". That is a very specific accusation, Elaida. Who exactly wrote down the words of that accusation?

The Sitters that we see: none of the Blues (not a shock); two Greens; one Gray; two Whites, I think; two Yellows; one Brown; three Reds.

No audience, not like there was when Siuan became Amyrlin.

Leane moves to defend Siuan (using her staff) and is shielded by Alviarin. And several of the Sitters stand up to help Elaida still Siuan.

So even as Rand moves to secure the Aiel, he has lost the White Tower ("If the White Tower does not bend the knee to Rand al'Thor, he will lose the Last Battle," from what Moiraine learned in the rings).

We know what an overwhelming and devasting experience that being stilled/gentled is -- we saw Logain still wishing for death months later. And we see it here with Siuan, how hollowed out it makes her feel.

After seeing the fall of the White Tower begin, we move to Liandrin's job interview with Moghedien, where the two of them decide to team up to collar the Dragon Reborn. Neither of them have been great at working with others so far (as they both admit) so... we will see where that goes next season.

I have to admit that I was pretty surprised that Liandrin survived the season, because we got so much backstory on her that I felt like it was building up to a death scene of some kind. All that backstory does feel slightly excessive to me now that I know that she doesn't die, lol. But maybe they wanted to make sure that Moghedien had a consistent scene partner in s4 to bounce off of, and Kate Fleetwood is an excellent actress.

I am very curious where Liandrin learned the term Nae'Blis. Was Ishamael making her wild promises back in s1/2? He was very good at making promises.

Rahvin and Lanfear (in her goth era -- actually she kinda reminds me of the look in the movie "Legend" from the 'dancing with the black dress' scene) examine the... art piece that Moghedien made out of Sammael's body and blood -- Moggy successfully learned how to kill one of the Chosen (both Moghedien and Liandrin have a history of killing their coworkers -- a shared interest!).

"You've always played on all sides, Rahvin. It's time for you to pick the winning one."

Flashbacking to Lanfear, trying to play all sides, literally earlier in this same season, lol. Anyway, Lanfear has moved on from trying to get her baby boo do-over Lews Therin to get Callandor and is now trying to get Rahvin to go for it.

(Rahvin accurately comments that this must mean that her "little Dragon" has rejected her)

Lanfear declares that she's ready to kill Rand (spoilers: she does not even get anywhere close to Rand in the remainder of the episode).

Shifting to those two scenes let some time pass in our other storylines, so now Rand and Rhuarc are approaching Alcair Dal, to give the presentation to the Aiel but, just like Siuan was too late to the Hall, Rand is too late and Couladin is already here, presenting himself to the Aiel and claiming that he's the Car'a'carn.

Rand knows he's lying. Rhuarc knows he's lying. Bair and Melaine know he's lying.

Couladin knows he's lying.

But the majority of the Aiel present don't know. Even the other clan chiefs and Wise Ones don't know until Rand reveals that he knows the truth of Rhuidean while Couladin's actions make it clear that he doesn't.

Sevenna is presenting Couladin to the assembled Aiel, standing in for the clan chief that the Shaido don't currently have (what with Muradin clawing his eyes out in the columns and never making it back out), lying to them that Couladin is the Car'a'carn.

At first glance, I do not see the Shaido Wise One from earlier among the other Wise Ones (and Egwene) who are assembled to one side, though there is one Wise One who is dressed in the darker colors that the Shaido wear.

I do feel like we all should stop and admire Sevenna's outfit. That is wild. I love it so much. What is she wearing on her chest? That can't be comfortable.

While Rand heads off to interrupt Couladin's presentation, Moiraine creates a protective bubble around the area -- though I suspect her actual purpose is distracting Lanfear to come find her.

Couladin: "According to prophecy, I will bring new days. We will cross the Dragonwall again and take back what was ours."

So that's the plan that Couladin sets out here, and what he's going to take his faction of Aiel to do after he leaves here today. Originally, he wanted to get all of the Aiel on his side before Rand arrived, but he was not quick enough.

It looks like there are three empty clan chief seats, so we're missing three clans here.

"Wetlander. I'll kill you for standing on our sacred ground."

And, of course, we had the Shaido Wise One noting earlier that shedding blood on sacred ground is not honorable.

"What does the prophecy (of Rhuidean) say?"

Rand uses Couladin desparagingly callilng him a 'wetlander' to lean into going over the prophecies with the assembled Aiel -- born of the blood but not raised by the blood, and tells them his birth father was Janduin (of the Iron Mountain sept, clan chief of the Taardad Aiel). He points out that it was to the wetlands that people were sent looking for the Car'a'carn.

And the clan chiefs look at Rand, knowing that he is speaking the truth, while some of the assembled Aiel call him a 'liar' because, like Couladin, they do not want a 'wetlander' as their Car'a'carn.

In the Tower, Siuan has been brought back to the Hall for her sentencing, after having been questioned off-screen.

We see the same Sitters as before, in an otherwise empty Hall. Alviarin, now the Keeper, and Elaida, who wears her Amyrlin gold over a large amount of red (much more red than gold). She has no interest in being 'of all Ajahs', and only cared about the power of the Seat, not the duties.

Siuan has had such a heavy weight for the past twenty years, ever since she and Moiraine heard Gitara's prophecy. Fighting a battle against impossible odds. Now, she's lost that battle -- lost the White Tower, which might mean that they are doomed to lose the Last Battle itself, if what Moiraine told her is true. Past the point of fear, having already lost everything, Siuan is able to say all the things that she couldn't say before, because she was afraid that telling those truths would lead to these consequences.

(from 1x06: "They must never suspect we're working together. If another Sister finds out what we're doing, we'll be stilled.")

That she loves Moiraine, yes. That she would die to protect Moiraine, yes. But then she also confirms that she has been conspiring with Moiraine for the past twenty years, which puts Moiraine in that same danger that Siuan is facing, because as much as she loves Moiraine and wants to protect her, there is something greater. Trying to fix the White Tower in secret didn't work.

But Siuan has to believe that not all of these women are Darkfriends (she's fairly certain that Elaida herself is not). So she uses the time that she has left to try to use the truth to reach at least one of them. To try to make them believe, the way that she believes.

We don't know if any of the other Sitters are willing to listen but Elaida hears her, and is shaken by what she hears. She is aware of the power of a Foretelling, and knowing that Siuan and Moiraine have been following a Foretelling is going to shake her resolve.

While Siuan tells the truth to the small audience that she faces, Rand is telling the truth to the enormous host of assembled Aiel. We get a quick glimpse of Aviendha feeling a moment of betrayal towards the Wise Ones when she hears Rand reveal that the Aiel once followed the Way of the Leaf ("You knew?").

The way Rhuarc talks here "our people cannot face this truth" does seem specifically geared to reinforce the idea that Rand is speaking the truth. He didn't want Rand to do this, but he won't pretend it's a lie.

"This is what I was born to do." (what does the prophecy say? that he will save and destroy the Aiel)

Couladin does realize at this point that the more his people listen to Rand talk, the more likely Rand is to get them to realize that he must be the one speaking the truth, so he bounces, along with the people willling to follow him (mostly Shaido but I see some lighter outfits in there too).

And the Aiel remaining are the ones willing to listen.

Egwene is already looking worried here, even before Rand starts channeling -- maybe the very idea of him embracing prophecy this strongly concerns her? I'm not certain (I am once again asking for more insight into Egwene's thoughts and feelings in s4, lol).

Siuan's speech is genuinely fantastic and sums up so much of what the show is saying about people living in dangerous and difficult times.

"The world is changing. We cannot stand behind these walls and pretend we still have control. The only thing we have control over is what we do.

So what will you do?

Will you stand behind this woman who stands for nothing? Who loves nothing but power.

It's not the Tower or the Seat that makes us who we are.

It is us.

Us.

We are the power.

The Light shines through us. That is the truth!

I am Aes Sedai.

I have sworn on the Oath that my Sisters have sworn on for three thousand years. So, you hear my words and know that they are true.

If you stay here, you will burn with this Tower that you claim to love.

But I will never burn because I am Siuan Sanche. Daughter of the river. Water itself. And I defy you!

I defy you, Elaida!"

Before she kills Siuan, Alviarin looks over to Elaida, who is pretty visibly shaken by Siuan's words.

And Moiraine feels Siuan's death, as the oath she made to Siuan is released.

In between Siuan's speech, Rand speaks to the Aiel, reminding them of the words of the prophecy -- reminding them what the Car'a'carn is meant to do to them as a people. He will break them, he will destroy them, but he will save "the remnant of a remnant". Salvation and destruction, both.

Lanfear told him that she had fallen in love with the part that wanted to save the world, and Rand wanted to believe her, but when he found out what she was doing to Egwene, he knew it wasn't true.

Egwene looks worried and concerned over Rand even before any channeling is involved. Rand becoming what he must become is what worries her.

Before the taint overtakes his channeling, I see red, blue, and white -- I think that's fire, water, and air? Makes sense for what he does.

This is Rand doing the same thing that Moiraine and Siuan are both doing right now -- he is embracing the truth that terrifies him, which is what he is asking the Aiel to do as well (and what Siuan is asking the Sitters to do).

In 2x07, Siuan calls Rand "the water that turns the Wheel". In this episode, she calls herself water -- she has been the Amyrlin Seat for the past ten years, the daughter of the river.

Water frequently comes up when the One Power is involved, or to invoke the rituals that were likely once associated with the One Power -- I imagine that the ceremony of the Women's Circle in the Two Rivers might have originated as a Manetheren rite of passage for potential Aes Sedai, teaching them to trust the "river" aka the One Power. In s2, our blocked Nynaeve is unable to use the Power to clean a glass of water and drinks it dirty. Water is used as the symbol of the battle of wills between Renna and Egwene, where Renna wants control over Egwene's power. Wine (water with a pleasing intoxicant in it) is used to symbolized tainted saidin in Rand's conversation with Logain in s2.

In this episode, Nynaeve finds herself in the water, in all senses of the word, and frees herself from her block.

And Rand makes it rain in the desert, creating a storm that reaches out as far as Tanchico on the west coast. He is the water turning the Wheel of Time itself, a level of power that outstrips anything we've seen before (and the first time when Rand has really needed to put his whole body into channeling the way that Aes Sedai need to do for much simpler and smaller weaves).

I don't have that much to say about Moiraine & Lan's fight against Lanfear because I never really have much to say about fighting scenes! We do see that Moiraine is able to be fueled by the grief that she feels when Siuan dies, just as Queen Eldrene was fueled by grief in the story of Manetheren, when she felt her husband die. Lanfear gets injured but manages to escape (running the second she feels like she's in genuine danger).

And Moiraine is left with her grief -- a deep personal grief, for the loss of the woman that she loves, and while it may not have hit her yet, there will likely also be grief over what this may mean in the larger picture. If Siuan is dead, nothing good can be happening at the White Tower.

As Moiraine speaks the words of one of the prophecies, we watch as the storm clouds begin to pass over Moiraine and Lan.

The storm clouds reach Tar Valon, as Elaida moves her things into Siuan's chambers and has Siuan's personal items removed.

Thunder rolls and Moghedien looks up. The storm has reached her location -- is she still in Tanchico, or have she and Liandrin left? I am not good at architectural analysis, so I'm not certain. It doesn't look like Tanchico architecture to me, so I think she might be somewhere else. Maybe further to the east.

We see clouds in the sky as Faile, Bain, and Chiad examine the massive Whitecloak camp where Perrin has (presumably) been taken.

And the storm has reached the seas, where Nynaeve, Elayne, Mat, and Min (and presumably Thom) are leaving via a Sea Folk ship. To try to find Rand and warn him about the collar being in the hands of Liandrin and an unknown member of the Forsaken.

Then we return to Rand. He is calm, not crazed (like he was in Egwene's Arches vision) or euphoric (like he was in 3x01). Egwene calls out to him to let go of the One Power, like she did in 3x01 but this time, he doesn't.

I do love this look at the end between Rand and Egwene, and how vastly different their experiences of that moment are (I do suspect that their experiences are going to continue to drift apart).

For Egwene, she's worried that Rand has lost himself. She asks him to let go and he acknowledges that he heard her (he looks over to her) and he doesn't listen to her.

But while Rand has let go of himself... it's not to the corruption but to what he believes that he must become, to the prophecy of the Dragon Reborn (and the Car'a'carn). This is essentially what he expressed in his conversation with Moiraine earlier. He and Moiraine both want the same thing -- for Rand win the Last Battle 'for the Light', while accepting that Rand may need to be willing to do whatever it takes in the pursuit of that goal.

Are Moiraine and Rand correct in what they believe Rand must become in order to succeed?

Is it a good thing that Moiraine has been doing her best to isolate Rand away from other people and break him away from his emotional attachments?

Is it a good thing if Rand decides to embrace Moiraine's philosophy?

The prophecy that Moiraine says in voiceover implies that they might be wrong with their approach.

For the land is one with the Dragon Reborn, and he is one with the land. Soul of fire, heart of stone, in pride he conquers, forcing the proud to yield. He calls upon the mountains to kneel, and the seas to give way, and the very skies to bow. Pray that the heart of stone remembers tears, and the soul of fire, love

There's an interesting alignment of Egwene & Lanfear going on this season, a sort of compare/contrast that I feel like was probably at the heart of why the season had Randgwene last as long as it did. We have the Dragon's two exes, with Lanfear saying that the reason that Lews Therin Telamon broke things off with her was because she didn't bow to him, and Egwene being the only person that doesn't bow to Rand at the end of the episode (which, you know, of course she doesn't -- he's not her Car'a'carn. I don't think any of the Aiel expected her to bow, and Rand certainly didn't. But the comparison is there for the audience, not the Aiel; the audience is meant to think back to Mad!Rand screaming at Egwene to bow to him in her Arches vision from 3x01).

This is what Lanfear claims now (3x08): "You made the whole world bow. And the only one who wouldn't was me. That's why you left me. Because I wouldn't bow to you."

But both 'Selene' and 'Lews Therin' (via Rand's words) tell a different story.

'Selene' (2x04): "You shouldn't hide it. I did that once. Turned my soul to him like a mirror, reflecting only what he wanted to see. Leaving the rest of me in darkness. But one day he looked too long. Too carefully. You need to give someone the chance to love all of you. They might not. But you have to give them the chance."

Rand (3x08): "Lews Therin... he left you for the same reasons that I am. Because you're jealous and petty and just cruel. You're a monster, Lanfear."

Some part of Lanfear knows why she and LTT didn't work out, but she doesn't want to admit to any character flaws so... it's because she didn't worship him. That's the reason. It's definitely not because of any fault in herself that he might have discovered that turned him off her. Definitely not!

Sammael didn't last long in the show, but he did drop in that banger of a line which undercuts the narrative that Lanfear is trying to peddle right now (3x03): "You'd have stretched out at [Lews Therin's] feet if he'd said 'Rug'."

And, of course, 'not bowing to him' is also not the reason that Egwene and Rand broke things off either. In fact, Rand respects that Egwene has no intention of bending herself to his desires. That's not what he wants out of a partner -- we had that confirmed already back in 1x08, when he rejects the temptation-world that Ishamael created for him because he knew it wasn't what Egwene would have wanted, but Rand also re-affirms it in the 3x06 break-up scene.

But one of the big themes of the books is the difficulties of communication, especially between men and women. I tend to call it "Women And Men Just Can't Communicate With Each Other" and it gets taken to ridiculous lengths in the books.

In the show, it kinda feels like they're taking something that was generalized in the books to Basically Everyone and making it instead a specific problem between Rand and Egwene, and a long-standing one that has marked their whole relationship but that didn't really matter until the stakes became so much bigger (I noted in either a 3x05 or 3x06 post that Rand and Egwene's communication issues were already present back in 1x01 -- Egwene avoids talking to Rand until their parents basically force them to be alone together; and then Rand distracts them with sex once he starts to get the vibe that Egwene is about to start a Serious Relationship Conversation).

Instead of Women And Men Just Can't Communicate With Each Other, it's Egwene And Rand Just Can't Communicate With Each Other -- in a similar way to how the show took the general theme in the books of "Two Rivers Men Are Wildly Overprotective Of Women Just Because" and made it a Perrin-specific thing and gave him a reason to feel that way. Because the show does agree that this is an issue that should be addressed, whether it be overprotectiveness or miscommunication, but wants to explore it using only one character (or one set of characters), rather than it being something that afflicts all the main characters.

I realized that I was shouting, "Holy shit, just TALK to each other" at Rand and Egwene the same way that I basically did most of the time when women and men interacted with each other in the books, because there were so many persistent and wilful misunderstandings going on. The frustration that Randgwene made me feel this season truly was straight out of the books.

And if they were going to have any two characters exploring this specific issue, Rand and Egwene are probably the ones to do it (we've seen in the show that most men and women do not have this level of communication disconnect with each other -- Nynaeve and Mat have a much warmer relationship in the show than in the books, for instance).

3x06 is the first time that Egwene accuses Rand of madness due to behavior that is unrelated to any kind of corruption or taint from the Dark One (the Lanfear mess was good old-fashioned manipulation from a master-manipulator) but I don't think it'll be the last. When Rand acts in ways that go outside how she believes he would act, I think we may see her going back to "it must be the madness taking him" as her belief for why he's acting that way.

If Egwene has a conviction that Rand is already heavily influenced by madness, we've seen that Rand also sees Egwene through Two Rivers eyes, but while Egwene thinks back to pre-1x01 and their relationship before the break-up and is comparing now-Rand to then-Rand, Rand sees her in the lens of their break-up in 1x01.

A large part of his side of their break-up talk in 3x06 goes back to that original break-up and her reasons for it. When she had a chance for something she saw as 'better' than a life with Rand (the apprenticeship with Nynaeve), that's what she wanted. And when that chance vanished, she wanted to go back to her old relationship with Rand as if nothing had changed between them when, for Rand, everything had changed because now he knew where he stood in Egwene's list of priorities. He accepts this and lets go of the dream of his life with Egwene in 1x08 when he's facing Ishamael, but then s3 digs up those wounds again.

To Rand, what happens this season feels like part of that same pattern from 1x01-1x02 -- she only wants him when she has nothing better on offer and when she needs someone 'safe' as a security blanket.

From my own perspective, I do wish we'd gotten a reminder of some kind in 3x03 that the worry about Rand going mad has been preying on Egwene's mind and that she's with him in the Aiel Waste partly because she's concerned that she's going to need to be the one to stop him if he starts to be overcome by the corruption, because the break-up did feel unbalanced to me and I felt like that part of it wasn't really implied outside of 3x01 itself, but hopefully s4 will let us have more insight into Egwene's thought processes again, maybe if she gets reunited with Nynaeve and Elayne, and has someone to confide in that she can trust.

Looking forward to s4, which I do dearly hope that we get, we have some things set up for us:

Tear and Callandor. This has gotten a ton of set-up this season -- it was mentioned both in 3x01 and in 3x08. Callandor is the male counterpart to the sa'angreal that Moiraine has, so it can presumably amplified Rand as much as the Sakarnan amplifies Moiraine in this episode. Given how incredibly powerful Rand has shown himself to be here without any kind of sa'angreal, that is... a lot of power. You can see why Lanfear tried to convince Rand that it could be used to kill the Dark One.

Perrin has surrendered himself to the Whitecloaks, but Faile, Bain, and Chiad aren't going to leave it at that.

We have two different sets of villains: we have the alliance of Moghedien and Liandrin, who have the collar and want to put it on Rand, and we potentially have an alliance of Lanfear and Rahvin -- she's trying to convince him to go for Callandor, but she also just got her ass kicked by Moiraine and nearly died, so he might not find her arguments persuasive.

The White Tower has essentially fallen, which is concerning on several different levels.

Rand and Moiraine have connected and fully aligned on their goals and methods. Whether that's good or bad remains to be seen -- Egwene seems concerned.

A large portion of the Aiel present at Alcair Dal left with Couladin, who expressed a desire to go over the Dragonwall to "take back what is ours". That also seems like a pressing problem.

Rand definitely saw someone in the desert who disappeared when he blinked. That's concerning. He also no longer seems to be worrying about how much of the corruption he touches, as long as the One Power does what he needs it to do.

We are down two Chosen now, with three in the spotlight (Lanfear, Moghedien, and Rahvin), two mentioned but not seen yet (Semirhage and Graendal), and one who is completely unknown.

Fingers crossed for renewal news!

#wot #the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot s3 spoilers #wheel of time s3 spoilers #butterfly watches wot #wot meta #my wot meta #wot 3x08 spoilers #even with how long this is #i feel like there was still so much to talk about #but i kinda want to do a full-series rewatch now #to pick up on all those threads

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If you think deeply about Rosquez it makes you feel insane. Not even brocedes got this reaction out of me, maybe because brocedes everything was explainable. Rosquez is like we get surface level events and come to a conclusion, but if you really think about it, it makes no sense actually. Cause it's ten years later and Valentino still hates Marc. How did they go from fawning over each other to one hating the other so much that it caused a divide between the sport as a whole. We all know the story, but the blow up was so astronomical for what happened its obvious that, that's not all that was happening. Was it people outside of the situation that influenced the blow up or if we get real delusional were they really exploring each other's bodies behind the scenes. Cause if you're delusional like me valentino acts like a spiteful ex. I suspect in upcoming years we'll either get the full story or someone is gonna slip up and tell something.

Hi anon, yes thinking about rosquez makes me fucking feral (and so angry).

There's such a distinct difference between childhood friends who feel out and having your hero turn on you. It's just so uncommon as well (Valentino i swear I will kill you).

Honestly I think you've hit the nail on the head. The most confusing bit about rosquez is that we just don't know the full picture. How could it go so terribly wrong? How could Vale hate Marc so much and make all of hos students hate him to?

Is it the reminders of Marco who passed away and had a style similar to marcs?

Is it that he really is just that bitter?

Was it outside influences?

Did something else happen that we don't know about??

I do wonder because he does act like an insane ex? And it makes you question everything because I jusy don't see how a 36 year old could possibly hate a 22 year old that much and delude themselves into thinking this child who worshipped the ground you walked on was plotting against you.

They're truly insane.

On a more funny note , drop your most insane rosquez hypotheses. What do you think happened (irl or rpf)

I reckon something happened behind the scenes in terms of inside rumours which exasperated vales anger. Also maybe something about his irl relationship going sour after that???

#motogp #marc marquez #motogp rpf #rosquez #valentino rossi #asks

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lunasdestiny · 2 days ago

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yknow idk if this has already been answered or not, but like you know how when bumbleblades first (kinda) shows up in TFRB Bee had the “no voice” situation, and he ends up getting his voice back later in the series, but he doesn’t explain how to Blades on screen, so u think he explained it off screen or later, or earlier, but idk cause he did kinda say Bee disappeared and came back I think, bc a lot changed, so Blades didn’t know a lot about what he had been up to. If he does explain at some point, how did u think it went like,, was he nonchalant abt it like “oh yeah I kinda died” or would they have like this 3 hour serious talk that ends up becoming some form of whatever therapy they could muster,,,

oh man we finally get THIS ask. (These of course are my personal headcanons so bear with me.)

I imagine no one outside of Team Prime really talk about what really happened that day. Bee doesn't even like to bring it up himself. He avoids the topic as much as possible. Dying and coming back will do things to you and it's not something you would just talk about casually. The public only knows about Bumblebee stabbing Megatron but nothing about the dying part. So it's pretty much his secret kinda.

Its also the reason he didn't want to visit Blades for 3 years. Plus he was missing his dad like crazy. Boy was going through some stuff and had so much on his mind that dropping in for a casual visit didn't seem right. He felt like he had pull himself together first.

I imagine Bee telling Blades what REALLY happened was an act of disclosure. It came up when Blades asked him about the 3 year absence finally. Blades even thought that it was his fault somehow or that Bee didn't care much in the first place. Bee had to cut him off there because perish the thought! It's not you it really is me /j

Thats when he felt the need to sit Blades down and tell him the truth. The whole time Blades just listened in silence. Bee noticed how his optics would change size as he went on. Once Bee was finished Blades was still silent. It got to the point it was getting uncomfortable and Bee wasn't sure what Blades was thinking. Did he scare him? Did he say too much? Did Blades even believe him?

"...Well?"

"..."

"Please say something."

"You could have never came back..."

Blades felt so selfish at that moment. Because this whole time while he was busy being upset that Bee wasn't around or talking to him, Bee had DIED. And when Bee came back for the first time all he did was judge him for being "different". Now after hearing what really happened he's glad Bumblebee is here at all.

"I'm sorry..."

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"I was so caught up in wondering where you were that I didn't realize the worse had actually happened. And I was so insensitive when I heard your voice for the first time, yet I didn't even consider what you were going through..."

"Heh. Seems like we both have trouble with communicating from time to time huh? A lot of things could have gone differently but sometimes it's more complicated than we think. Just know that I did want to reach out. It's my fault that I didn't. But despite everything I did come back. I'm still here. And I promise I won't leave you hanging again..."

#bumbleblades #transformers #maccadam #tf bumblebee #rb blades #rescue bots #ask #this was depressing to answer #but i finally got it out!

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fidgetspringer-art · 1 month ago

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Just realised I have about 60k words worth of old-timey cowboys AU written that I have not drawn a SINGLE thing for

#Besides the piece that started it all of course #I really like this AU but it's so self-indulgent idk of anyone else would like the premise as much as I do #Noah is a little softer in this one but he kinda has to be #Martin is the son of the owner of the biggest ranch in a small town #Everyone knows him and think well of him type deal #He's his dad's golden child until he has an accident that ends up with him being bed bound #To which his father responds by hiding him away and never speaking about him again out of shame over the state of him #Cue Noah with a crush on him since he was a teenager #Until Martin vanished off the face of the earth #Years later he's still thinking about him and wondering what happened to him #He ends up taking a job at the ranch partly to help out his own dad but mostly because he's still drawn to the memory of Martin #While there he buys an ex-bucking horse to turn into his own working horse (Tansy) (She breaks Gabriel's hand. It's great)#Noah eventually figures out where it is they must be hiding Martin if he's still alive #And of course he has to break into the room in question to find him #They hit it off #Noah starts coming by in secret to keep him company or to bring him treats from town he hasn't had in years #And it all sort of spirals from there #Without revealing too much #I might post the very start on here cause it's one of my favourite things i've written #But i might have to do some art for it too #Not art #Outlaws AU

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claraoswalds · 10 months ago

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#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

#dwedit #doctor who #mrs flood #fifteenth doctor #the master #jacobi!master #tenth doctor #jack harkness #martha jones #twelfth doctor #ninth doctor #*#okay here is my argument: mrs flood IS a time lord but her presence here has nothing to do with the doctor #instead she's here because of ruby. she's seemingly part of/related to the pantheon of discord & we know that ruby is connected to them too #so i think that she was deliberately placed as ruby's neighbor by the pantheon/oldest one/ruby's mom/? in order to watch over her #it also explains why she was there to check on ruby in 1.04. once she realizes she's on the phone w carla she says 'nothing to do with me'#and she leaves. which implies that it COULD have had something to do with her. if it had been something else going on #ANYWAY. to get to the time lordness of it all. rn i personally believe that she's a time lord that's been hiding on earth for 50+ years #bc i don't think she recognized the police box as a tardis initially. that first quote should be taken at face value.#instead picture this: she's watching over ruby as per usual. a police box is there - weird but nbd. then it dematerializes in front of her.#she drops her groceries. she's shocked. she kinda looks scared. if she already knew it was a tardis why would she react like that?#so imo she knows OF tardises. she DIDN'T know the police box was one. and she's worried the time lords have found her hence the fear.#but when nothing happens and nobody comes at her she realizes she's still safe #later when she sees the doctor she realizes the tardis is his/he must be a time lord. he doesn't identify her but that's happened before #so then when she asks him who he is i think what she's actually asking for is his title. WHICH time lord are you.#bc lbr if she knows abt tardises then she knows about time lords and if she knows abt time lords she knows what it means for ruby #to be joining him - and that's why she wishes ruby good luck. meanwhile this is clearly the outcome she WANTS (them to be together)#bc she gets visibly upset when the doctor seems to decide to leave without ruby.#and for once i'm not master clowning bc the list of names the doctor gives out is VERY interesting. some of them we've never heard before:#the bishop; the conquistador; later he adds the pedant and sagi-shi and reiterates the bishop AGAIN. so i wonder if she's the bishop.....

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screampied · 3 months ago

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“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”

#★vegasbaby.#he's so cat 🤒#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #jjk fluff #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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prlssprfctn · 2 months ago

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Somewhere in the year after Jason becomes a part of Bruce's family, a strange book appears on the desk of Bruce's personal study room. A book about parenting traumatised kids. He opens it, leafs though a little, noticing certain phrases underlined, and closes it back. Alfred probably left it. Just a few days ago, they had a short argument regarding his parenting methods, and he seemingly tried to prove his point by additional literature. Bruce is going to read it later.

...He doesn't have time, actually, and eventually, the book stays forgotten, tucked between many others.

Years pass. Jason dies. And then comes back, complicated and different, frustrating and hard to crack. Thinking about Jason — a habit, always a habit — becomes some kind of roulette: he either remembers something nice, comes up with some courage to talk with his son, at least through comms, at least not directly, or the exact opposite thing happens, sending them both out of balance.

It is the middle of cleaning day, when Alfred suddenly picks up the exact same book about children victims and how to take care of them, and to Bruce's surprise asks where does this book come from.

'What do you mean?' Bruce frowns. 'You gave it to me when I just adopted Jason. Well, not gave, I would say tactically sneaked in, but...'

'I would remember that,' Alfred frowns. He goes through a few pages, and his face softens. 'It wasn't me, master Bruce.'

And suddenly, it clicks.

*Jason* left it. He underlined lines that probably felt relatable to him, that maybe could help them both in their new, hard journey. A shy kid he was, though, very smart, he would never actually speak with Bruce directly — he would try to leave him hints. To open up more in a subtle way.

To—

Oh.

Bruce suddenly can imagine his little son overhearing his late argument with Alfred that day, all these years ago. Mulling over, "this kid is deeply traumatised, master Bruce" and "well, I can't get inside his head, Al" lines. Figuring out how to easen his burden. How to be understood and yet accepted.

And Bruce... unknowingly discarded that.

As usual.

Unknowingly, cluelessly, and yet so simply — he discarded everything that was dear to Jason, everything that meant something for him.

As he grips the book in his hands, caressing the soft cover, he can't help but wonder if any of the information inside, little highlights Jason did, are still working for him. If he still can fix it.

#Jaybin thinking Bruce read it all (because that's his smart and cool dad Duh) and still chose to make mistakes he did—#forever not not thinking about the fact that Jason thought that Bruce came for him (prior his death) & that he finally felt like he mattere #only to Bruce tell him that he came after Joker and him meeting Jason there was an accident #and unknowingly discarding kid's last hope that he had family #oh Bruce Wayne stop dooming yourself and your kids #jason todd #red hood #batman #dcu #dcu comics #dc universe #batfamily #bruce wayne #batfam #alfred pennyworth

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madamechrissy · 2 months ago

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Took you Like a Shot

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe (gojo is an idiot) - fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc- 4 parts (I THINK) in this chap- flashbacks of explicit sex with dirty talk, weed smoking (Satoru and his boys aha) mentions of sex, lots of humor, enemies to loversss- WC- this chap- 8k- art in the banner by Yuana on X

Comments and reblogs so appreciated if you enjoyy <3

Masterlist - Playlist- Chapter Two>>> (extras here)

Chapter One

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter almost three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly in your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, and you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'So greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?'

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

You take the results in a shaky hand, mind swirling as the doctor goes on and on, some crazy distant humming in your head, there’s no way, it can’t be. You’re literally starting your journalism career, thinking you’d maybe gained a few pounds from stress and ramen, the interning was absolutely brutal, you’re never regular on your periods, hence the birth control in the first place.

Running coffees here and there, grabbing this and that for everyone above you, but you were now officially hired, and you were making good money for once, finally able to pay down some of your pesky student loans and get a nice car. You worked hard for it, for everything, despite many thinking leading a sorority meant you came from money, you were a scholarship girl.

That’s a huge reason you and Satoru always clashed, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, easily acing every test that you busted your ass for, things came easy to him, you worked for it. Achieving the highest you could in your graduating class, the little shit that came to school hungover grinned right next to you, like a goddamn plague, and you hoped that finally he was gone for good.

What bonded two people like you now?

Well…

“Do you need to go over your options, hunny?” One of the nurses says, touching your shoulder with a gentle smile, you shake your head then, clearing your throat.

“I just need to… think.”

You’re pacing back and forth in your apartment, feet padding gently along the hardwood floor, cell phone in your hand, staring at the phone number that just got sent to you by Shoko. She was Satoru’s friend and yours, which was rare given the ongoing student warfare zone you all created. You’d texted her a simple- hey do you have Gojo’s number- not going into details.

How do you even tell him?

What do you say!?

You psych yourself up, finally dialing it, when he picks up the phone after the second ring, murmuring - “Hello.” God, even him answering what he assumes is a stranger is snarky.

“Um, hey.” Gojo pauses at the sound of your voice, faltering just for a moment, as his friends bounce a basketball around a court outside, he sits down on the bench, vivid images filling his head. “It’s-”

“Think I don’t know your annoying voice by heart, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, sighing and plopping down on your couch.

“Yeah, well… I got your number from Shoko.”

“Need a second round? Should have guessed.” He’s gesturing to Suguru and Sukuna, who roll their eyes at him, and he puts his voice down an octave. “I could be convinced.”

“Jesus christ, Gojo.” You almost hang up, feeling your tummy tighten then, almost nauseous, realizing you had to talk to him. “Are you, I don’t know, um… free for lunch or anything?” You despise the words falling from your lips.

“Asking me on a date, huh? So bold, I like it.” Satoru winks now at his friend’s shocked expressions, muting for a moment, telling them it was you.

“No fucking way.” Sukuna says, Suguru snorts in laughter and Satoru just grins, unmuting you again.

“I guess I could be convinced.” He purrs out those words, chuckling. “Hmm, we could go to that nice place on Hollywood ave hmm? Perfect Sushi.”

Your tummy growls, but then you frown, remembering that Sushi is on your damn list not to eat, you curse internally, peering at this list of everything you should never do or consume, and it specifically says raw fish right there. “Do they have cooked Sushi there?”

“Pshh, you’re such a prissy ass, can’t eat raw huh? Didn’t mind it raw from what I remember.” You hate this man.

“You know what never-”

“Shit, I was just kidding.” He panics, thinking you hung up, hearing your irritated sigh then. “Yeah I think they do. Why do you even wanna hang out, ya wanna nag me in person?” He spins his basketball effortlessly on his finger, acting all calm, as if he wasn’t dying to be buried in your perfect pussy again. “Miss being bitchy to me so bad?”

God he wanted to have you on his face, have you sucking him, he wanted for so much more than you all got to do, drunken fingers and your muted cries as he’d had a big hand tight over your mouth. His cock twitches under his basketball shorts just remembering how slick and hot you were, god how you fucking felt gripping him so damn tight.

Satoru had felt you pulsing around him as he reached his arm around you, pressing his fingertips to your clit in circles, as you’re crying out against his palm, practically drooling against him. ‘There you go, cumming so easy f’me huh?’ he taunts, as his own eyes roll back, feeling your pussy drool against his hand.

‘Mnh!’ was all you managed to murmur against his hand, as he feels your gummy walls spasm around his cock, his blue eyes roll back at how perfect you feel, how long he’s dreamed of this.

‘F-finally got you to shut up, hmm?’ He taunts you, normally you’d have something smart to say, but not as he’s overstimulating your little clit, pulling it away as you damn near collapse on the mattress, your thighs shaking, he wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re burying your face, arching your ass.

‘F-fuck you, Gojo- ah!’

The memories are so vivid Satoru can barely calm his thoughts, hearing you say his name in that irritated little voice, the one that drove him insane from day fucking one, the moment he’d met you. Prissy little thing with so much to prove, he thinks you still feel that way, which the biggest secret Satoru had for you had almost spilled on that last drunken night, the night he was inside you was…

He's always wanted you, not that he'd ever admit that however.

Ever.

“Is like three okay?” You're interrupting his thoughts now, as he clears his throat.

“Three rounds?”

You’re scowling at the phone as you question your life’s choices at this very moment. “Three o'clock, my god, for lunch.”

“Sounds good, it gives us time later, to… you know.” You glare at the phone, unbelievable, he’s ridiculous!

“Time for what?” Satoru chuckles at your high pitched question.

“Don't be shy, sweets, no need to pretend. I remember it all in vivid detail, every little bit.” Your cheeks heat up, hand clutching the phone tightly, trying to calm yourself and focus.

“Just lunch, that’s all I’m asking you for. Sounds good?”

“Want me to pick you up in my-”

“No, I'll meet you. Okay um…. Bye.” You hang up, breath coming quickly, you couldn't just tell him on the damn phone, this needed to be in person.

The thought of his pretty yet annoying ass presence damn near makes your head spin… would he think it's all a joke? Some scam to get with him or get money?

You're fucking terrified, standing and staring in the mirror, rubbing your tummy and frowning as you do. A damn baby… Likely raising it alone, knowing Satoru all these years, partying, insane and so immature. Even on the phone, he’s so damn cocky and self sure, that this must absolutely be what you want, to have him, as if you are over here pining away.

The sex was amazing to put it lightly, and sure if he was a decent guy, and not a fucking ass of a man, you’d have done it again, but the walk of shame that morning had been the most embarrassing day of your life. His little smirk after you woke up, plump lips too damn glossy for his own good, yawning and stretching half naked, cock already hard as he’d tapped his lap.

‘Another round, sweets? Come to daddy.’

You scoff even at the memory, at the audacity of fuckboi Satoru Gojo, you had run out so quickly he hadn’t had a moment to speak, and you swore to yourself never, ever again. Who cared if his cock was so big it hit places you didn’t know existed, and who cared if you’ve never felt that way, fuck you wish he actually wasn’t as good at it as he was.

Perfect at everything, infuriatingly, even fucking.

You get a text from the guy you were currently at least flirting with a bit here and there, the one you suggested going on a date, and then it all starts to hit, you’re pregnant and quite likely going to be some single mom. You couldn’t just go on dates, everything is completely different, maybe forever truly.

“Twenty Two year old single mom.” You grumble, sighing a bit as you text him you’re busy.

Busy.

*****

Satoru waits nervously at the restaurant, he doesn’t really do dates, he usually spends his time in the bedroom with a girl then runs right off. Shit, he’s never even gone without a condom before you, but when you’d said hurry up and put it in, who the fuck was he to tell you no? Not only had it felt superb, he never wanted to leave that perfect pussy.

Of course you would have the most perfect pussy.

You had to be the best at everything, all the time, didn’t you? Always competing for that top spot, but Satoru always just barely got past you, that .01% of that GPA, winning every contest over you always by just a tiny bit. From the moment you glared up at him and crossed your arms, he knew it, he had to do everything he could to win against your cute little ass.

Here’s the thing… Satoru never hated you, but he loves to say he does, you both say you do, or… well, said. Considering you slept with him and didn’t say a single word after, it’s not like he’s hard to find, but each of you actively refused to add each other on socials, though Satoru will admit he stalks your IG, you’re too fucking pretty not to do so, not that he’d ever like a post.

Once he accidentally did, god he wanted to be like those pathetic simps in your comments, but he’s not that, he’s Satoru Gojo. Women come to him, women come easy too, you of course were never one to come near him in that way, no you’d look at him getting smacked in the face on campus with a grin, vowing to your friends that you’d never be one of his conquests.

That night, though, it was like he lost himself, the most stupid, corny shit Satoru could think of, that last night of his freedom before being forced to take over his family’s business. You and everyone probably thought he wanted to, but of course he fucking didn’t, he didn’t want a part of the Gojo corporation in any way, shape or form.

Satoru felt lost, honestly.

Self sure, confident, conceited clearly, talking far too much shit and laughing, picking on you every chance he got, showing up to all your sorority parties in various stages of undress to lure your friends to him. He’ll never forget him, Sukuna and Suguru crashing your ABC party, wearing nothing but cut open beer boxes, and you so happened to have some white claw box made bikini.

God you’d been sexy, but when he stole all the attention? Oh he’s never seen you more mad.

Well no, he has.

Gojo loved to make you mad, because you’re so damn cute when your nose scrunches up, when your pretty eyes narrow, there was nothing like your huffs as you would cross your arms and shift your hips just so. And if there was anything Gojo was absolutely perfect at, amongst well damn near everything, it was making you absolutely furious.

Finally Satoru sees you, dressed in this pretty blue summer dress that juts out just a bit at the waist, making his heart race for just a moment at how pretty you are. It’s not like he forgot… but god. Are your tits bigger he wonders, or is he just obsessed with them, as always, looking too hard. Your cheeks are this beautiful color, your eyes so bright, like… some damn glow about you.

How corny is he lately.

He puts on a smirk as he leans back, waving with his fingers to gesture you over, and you look at him so damn seriously, sitting across from him, hands entwined together in front of you on the table for a moment, as you eye him carefully. “Gojo, um… how are you?’

Who the fuck is this girl in your body!?

You don’t nervously ask shit, you tell Gojo to fuck off, you glare or scowl while he smirks, what’s this… shy ass shit? He frowns a bit now, you exhale and slide off your purse, letting it sit on the seat next to you, he can’t stop staring at your lips, clearly bitten to fucking hell.

He tries to feign that he’s fine, that he hasn’t missed you, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He missed your daily arguments on campus, he missed you being a total brat. He misses your scent, god that vanilla sugar body spray was haunting his very dream.

He acts as if he hadn’t died to hit you up, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t go that far, not with you, not with what you did to him, how you’ve damn near destroyed any game for himself any longer. That one night with you had sunk into him so deeply, he wishes it was just good pussy, and not whatever this was.

He’s jerked it off to you every fucking night since, to the point is damn dick doesn’t even work, he sure also wouldn’t admit that he can’t even fuck a girl because you were so good. Some evil witch that did something, it must be, he has at this point just given up trying, until whatever curse you gave him falls the fuck off.

But god you look good in front of him.

He should tell you, but instead he swipes a hand through his silky white locks and smirks right at you. “Missed me so badly, sweets?”

You roll your pretty eyes as the menu comes, smiling and thanking the hostess, a smile reserved for anyone in the world but him, even when he’d had you cumming all over him, you weren’t smiling. No, but you were drooling then.

‘Ah, look at you, so fuckin pathetic f’me, huh? Thought you hated me, sorority brat’ Satoru had huffed, as he’d fingered your cunt, curling inside of your slick walls, watching your pretty fucked out face. ‘Just from fingers?’

‘I do h-hate you- mnh!’ Your sparkly manicured nails dug into his broad shoulders as your tight walls convulsed around him, as he hit that spot that no man had ever found in a moment.

Perfect at everything, stupid Satoru.

‘Feel her, god she’s so desperate, huh?’

“Fuck you I- there, shit!’ you’d rolled your hips, grinding right on his hand, pussy drooling as you came from his fingers before he’d even put his cock inside you, and Satoru’s cock was leaking against his boxers, twitching as he pictures how perfect you’d felt around him. ‘Fuck you for being so g-good at that!’

‘Oh, I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.’ He’d turned you then, whispering a ‘bend over, just like that, gonna be a big stretch, hmm?’

Satoru struggles to calm his memory, focusing on that sexy mouth of yours moving, realizing words are coming out of them, blinking to focus.

“How are you doing, Gojo?” You ask softly, always Gojo, you never called him Satoru, and he always called you sweets, short stuff, your last name, also never your first.

But he wanted to call you a lot of things, one of them being-

Stop that Satoru.

“I’m doing great, of course, miss me so much?” He teases, winking at you and sipping on the sickeningly sweet Shirley temple he’d had them buy, you just grab a water, hand flitting to your tummy for a moment. “You’re not sick are you?”

“No, not sick just… yeah we needed to talk. Is that okay?”

Satoru leans forward, raising a thin white brow. “You seem weird, everything okay?”

“Well… shit. I guess I’ll just say this. Um…” You tuck your hair behind your ear, looking out the window at the bustling city for a moment, before looking back at him. “Remember that night?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do all this to have a repeat.” His hand comes to your thigh, and that’s when you curse this pregnancy, because your nipples tighten, your cunt gets hot and wet from that.

Fuck hormones.

You take a breath, glaring as you always do at Satoru, the only time you never had was when he’s had your face with a slutty O for your mouth, your eyes rolled back, nails gripping those sheets. You shove his hand off, hoping he couldn’t feel your heat that quickly, as your body responds stupidly in a damn sushi restaurant.

“It’s not that, it’s important. Can you ever be serious in your life!?” You say quietly, and it’s his turn to glare, taking his hand back, sipping his drink again.

“Well just spit it out. What is all this, then?”

“It’s… I… You…” Shit, if ever you needed a drink it was now, and you damn sure wouldn’t have one for a good six months or more.

“It’s… I…. You…” He mocks, and you stand then, so furious your heart is racing, snatching up your purse.

“Never mind, I should have known you’re-”

“Shit, just sit. Sorry. Okay?” He grips your delicate wrist in his big hand, and even that is wrecking you, against your better judgement and everything you feel. “I’m sorry, it seems… serious. Just sit down and spit it out.”

You sit back down now, shifting as you both make your orders, a thankful distraction. As the waitress leaves, you sigh. “I don’t want anything from you, first off, so don’t think that.”

“What?” He blinks in confusion.

“I don’t need help, I can do it myself.”

“Do what!?”

“But you have to know… it’s the right thing to do, to tell you.” You look up at the ceiling, gathering your thoughts.

“Is this… are you in love with me, because of how good it was? Shit, that’s okay baby, everyone-”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What!?” You just sit there, seriously staring, as he blinks, looking at fuller breasts, your damn glow, thinking of every dumb thing he’s heard. “You’re… by who?” He whispers, and you flush then, shifting in your seat, sipping more of your water, condensation cool on your hot palm, your skin is burning, heart is racing.

“I was on the pill, religiously, I swear, I never missed one. Shit, until I found out I never missed… I… never would have done it like we did if I knew.” You feel sick as he gapes at you, his pretty blue eyes bulging out damn near, his mouth dropped open. “I expect no help, no involvement, we’re young. I just-”

“This a joke, right?” You take another breath, hand gripping the glass, eyeing those around you all, engulfed in conversations.

“It’s not a joke.” He’s laughing now, smacking his thigh, and your jaw tenses as he does.

“It’s you and your damn friends, someone recording!? Hah-”

“It’s not a joke.” You clear your throat now, leaning in your purse and pulling out the papers, with your name, the results, watching his expression shift, brows drawing low, his jaw tense. “It’s only been you, no one else for an entire year.”

“A whole year?” He eyes you again, and you flush under his gaze, as his hands shake, hands you’ve never seen shake, hands that dribble basketballs, that tossed footballs, all with ease.

Hands that…

Fuck, don’t think of it.

“I’m not… I was too busy.” Besting Gojo, competing with Gojo, you had no time for shit with him, your anger at him shone so brightly it was hard to think about men. “As I said, you don’t need to pay for anything, this isn’t that conversation, this is just me letting you know. I’m keeping it.”

Satoru continues to blink at you, staring open mouthed, at your face, then your body, then back to your face, over and over, while the waitress brings out the food, smiling curiously at the two of you. Satoru doesn’t make a move to touch his food, running his hand through his now messy white locks again, as his mind spins.

“I know you’re wealthy, I don’t want you thinking I want some piece of it. I’ll take care of them alone, please don’t worry.” You touch your tummy, the motion making Satoru fucking feral in some way he can’t put together, just continuing to stare at you in utter shock as the sushi sits in front of the two of you. “I can leave, now, we don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” He murmurs finally, voice hoarse.

“Act like we are civil, act like we’re anything but college enemies, fucking rivals, not even friends. God I know you hate me, I know this was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He whispers.

“Yes, for both of us. You don’t deserve your life uprooted, sure I can’t stand you, but this is my fuck up. I said those words…”

‘Cum in me, f-fucking cum in me, mnh…’ you’d arched your back, as his long fingers wrapped your throat, god he’d never felt anything like you.

‘Want me to fill your pussy s’good, huh lil brat?’ you just whine, muscles clenching on his cock, and he’d groaned in your ear then, shoving deep inside your drooly cunt. ‘Beg for it, then’

Oh, you had.

You hated him for it.

“It’s my fault, so don’t worry. But I wanted to be transparent, but I am… indeed, pregnant.”

“Pregnant, like, with a baby?” Satoru whispers, and You giggle then, for the first time since you found out, covering your mouth just a bit as he just stares.

“Yeah, a baby.”

“Mine…” His words send something through the both of you.

“Yours, but only if you want to be involved. I know it was a hate fuck, we’re young, we have lives-”

“You got a… like that scan shit set up?”

“Ultrasound?” He nods, nervously, hands clenching the table so hard you see the veins popping up through his thin skin. “I do, next week. I mean it is a couple months already, so I will see something, not like… the sex but…”

“Can I go?”

You blink in shock now. “You want to?”

“Yeah. I mean… why wouldn’t I?” He rubs the back of his neck, as the life he thought, the mundane one of following his damn family, of being a pawn in a bigger scheme, everything flashes.

It changes.

He’s scared shitless, but…

“I want to be involved. If you want me to be.” You blink back tears, but you fail, and if it’s one thing, Satoru Gojo has never seen his preppy ass Sorority rival cry, not fucking once.

He falters as those tears run down your cheeks, he leans over, hesitantly, the only physical contact aside from that fateful night was him shoving at you teasingly, or you smacking at him. Shit you all hadn’t hugged, you never even kissed aside from that night, sloppy and messy. But he doesn’t stop, until his thumb brushes your cheek, and you gasp.

“Shit I’m crying. Stupid hormones.” You huff now, swiping at your own eyes with shaky little hands. “You really wanna go?”

“Yeah if it’s cool?”

Satoru’s shocking you, the world tilts on its axis, like you’re having some insane dream. This can’t be real, can it? It’s fuckboi, frat boy Gojo, the man who goes through girls like they’re candy, the man who takes nothing serious, who has the world handed to him.

“Gojo, if you want to go of course you can, to any and all appointments, but you’re under no obligation, and please know I can cover the costs.”

“I know you’d never take my money, shit even if I offered, stubborn ass little brat that you are.” You manage a breathless giggle, the second one, realizing he is still brushing that thumb against your cheek, before he clears his throat. “So, tell me what day, I'll be there.”

“Yeah, are you sure? It will make it so… real, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Now eat your cooked sushi, aren’t you like eating for two or some shit?”

You take your chopsticks with a shaky hand, exhaling. “I was reading, I think they are like the size of a pea maybe. But, this is yummy looking.”

“Gonna be a huge ass baby, shit.”

“Oh god!” You eye his lanky body, and he’s grinning, Satoru is grinning!? Shocking you further.

Maybe you don’t know him like you think?

“Tits are gonna get so big.”

Never mind.

*****

“An ultrasound!? A baby? Fuck…” Suguru Geto inhales the blunt, sucking the smoke into his lungs as Satoru nervously paces Sukuna and Suguru’s apartment, Satoru chose to live in his own place, closer to work. But he frequently gets shitfaced and crashes out at their place.

“Sounds fucking insane, shit.” Sukuna chuckles, as he’s hitting a bong, inhaling and exhaling, broad shoulders shaking as he coughs. “You look like you could use a hit or something.

“Before the ultrasound? Shit I need more than weed. I’m freaking the fuck out right now.”

“Imagine you as a dad though hah!” Sukuna smacks his thigh, as Satoru glares now, stopping his pacing while the music plays, the same music Satoru remembers doing keg stands and playing beer pong in togas to, only to now have the possibility of being responsible for a whole human being.

“Can’t even keep a plant alive, shit.” Suguru says in between laughs, and Satoru raises a white brow at the two of them on the couch.

“You two are so supportive.”

“Well shit, she said you don’t have to be involved, you can always just like… send money and shit? Do you really want a whole kid?” Sukuna asks, and Satoru takes a breath, pacing once more as he runs hands through disheveled hair over and over.

“Do I want a whole kid, no, I never even… I mean I figured eventually, as the Gojo heir, blah blah blah.” Satoru slumps in a nearby recliner, as Suguru hands him the blunt, frowning a bit now.

“You do need a hit. You’re young, it’s not time to give your family fuckin’ heirs yet, is it?”

“They’d probably be delighted.” Satoru rolls those cerulean eyes, inhaling the smoke into his lungs and leaning back, staring up at the ceiling, as the black fans above them swirl, moving the puffy clouds of smoke all around. His nostrils fill with the scent of the Sativa, wishing he could make sense of his thoughts. “Not delighted that it’s out of wedlock and unplanned.”

“Imagine her marrying you.” Sukuna and Suguru laugh loudly again, as Satoru hits the blunt again, not passing it.

“The fucks that mean?”

“She hates you. God I think more than anyone.” Suguru says, and Satoru smirks just a bit.

“She sure didn’t hate this dick.”

“Oh!” He’s slapping hands with his friends as Sukuna and Suguru start to make the most obscene gestures, while you call, and he shushes them quickly, trying to compose himself.

“Hello?”

“Gojo, hey. Um, ultrasound is in an hour, I’m heading out soon if you want to meet up?”

“Why don’t I have my driver pick you up?” He asks, and Suguru and Sukuna continue the gestures, making Satoru snort in laughter, the weed starting to enter his bloodstream.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought it would be more convenient in this traffic.” He shoots a wink at his friends.

“I mean… sure?” Satoru mouths yes, pumping his fist, clearing his throat now.

“It’ll be easier this way, alright send me your addy I’ll head out.”

“All right.” You just hang up, such a rude little thing. Satoru has changed your name to Sorority Brat in his phone for a good reason.

“What are you gonna do though, man?” Suguru murmurs thoughtfully, his dark violet eyes narrowed, clearly blitzed. “Gonna like… be with her?”

“Could cum in her whenever now.” Sukuna bursts out in laughter as Satoru glares at the two of them.

“Grow up…” They blink at him, then Satoru grins wide. “Nah, that would be a perk, because her pussy my god.”

They both scooch up, elbows on their thighs, avidly staring at Satoru now. “Details, man, it’s like the one girl you never told us about?” Sukuna asks.

“Because you’re in love.”

“Pshh, in love!?”

“Haven’t seen you with anyone since.” Suguru earns Satoru’s middle finger, as he puts out the blunt, stretching and earning their pouts.

“Bet she’s so good, though, all angry and shit, bet she’s a freak.” Satoru doesn’t even know if you’re a freak necessarily, but as Suguru agrees, he glares at them both, crossing his arms.

“This has been the worst pep talk in fucking history.”

“Shit, what’s your decision?” Suguru asks, and Satoru’s mind races, peeking at his watch now.

“I think I’ll make it when I like… see it?”

“Alright big Daddy, then if you decide to be involved we’ll be like… their uncles and shit.” Suguru says, and Satoru grimaces.

“God no, you’ll ruin my kid.”

“Fuck off now.” Sukuna starts hitting his blunt again, Satoru walks out away from them and spritzes cologne all along himself, he knows your prissy self never smoked weed, no you were a little goodie goodie. He thinks the only time he saw you drink was a little at parties, but never like that last night.

He remembers just looking at you asleep when he’d woken up, and the tenderness he felt when he had brushed your hair off your pretty face, and you’d stirred a bit. For a moment he felt his heart hammer in his chest, stone cold sober, seeing the bite marks he’d left on your delicate skin, feeling affection like he couldn’t describe, Satoru never felt that way.

He didn’t cuddle, he didn’t linger.

He ran out before they could wake up, he ran out like you did to him, perhaps he was a little nicer about it, though, you’d given no fucks when you darted out the damn door in a hurry. He had acted cocky though, full on hard just by the damn thought of your slick sticking to his cock, but instead of perhaps kissing you, he’d patted his lap and been a little shit.

He hated the recognition on your face, like he’d been a mistake, so he decided to shove you out of his brain, though he clearly failed.

Jogging down the stairs, he has his driver sent in your direction, and you get the text he’s there, stepping out in front of your little house, cute Satoru thinks, it’s small but it’s immaculate from the exterior. You have pink flowers and succulents all over the front of it when he steps out, eyeing your pretty dress, nerves starting to eat at him, but he puts on an easy smile.

“Ready to go see this little parasyte?’

“A what!?”

“Technically, it sort of is. Right, you’re like its host.” Your mouth is wide open, as you touch your tummy, and he curses. “Shit…”

“A parasyte, you’re calling our… I mean I guess my… the baby a-”

“I’m sure it’s a cute parasyte? It has a pretty host.” Satoru tries to put on the charm, the smolder, as you stare at him in shock.

Was it shocking, this was Gojo.

“Dear God.”

How’d you end up pregnant with this idiot’s baby?!

You slide into the car as you shake your head, and he covers his face, grimacing as he realizes he just told his… god what even were you, a baby mama!? That his baby was a… parasyte. Well, it is, and Satoru would typically just argue with you and let you know he’s correct and you’re wrong, but he keeps quiet, feeling you seething.

“Fire signs.” He mumbles, you look at him again.

“What?”

“You’re a fire sign, it’s why you’re so feisty. I am too, you know.” You relax just a bit, curiously.

“You believe in astrology?” You ask in shock, for as long as you’ve known Satoru Gojo, the two of you don’t really know each other.

“Baby I’m the most Saggitarius man there is.” You giggle again, fuck that’s three giggles Satgoru has counted, and how it lights up your already glowing makes him ache for you, suddenly realizing one of his long legs is brushing against you. Your warmth alone makes him throb, the vanilla sugar filling the space in the car.

“You certainly are the epitome of a Saggitarius. Don’t call me feisty, yuck.” You shove at him playfully almost, pausing a bit when you realize his body feels far too good against yours.

You may or may not have masturbated last night, and he may or may not have popped in your head, over and over. But, don’t worry, because Satoru has spent months jerking his thick length to the thought of you, not that either of you would admit that it may or may not have happened.

“This baby would be a fire sign.” You murmur then, letting your hand fall, and nervously fidgeting, Gojo’s long limbs take over so much of the car, as big as it is, Gojo’s always taken over everything, even apparently your senses.

“Would it?” He asks quietly, for once just a little serious it seems.

“Yeah, an Aries if it comes when it should.”

“So it’ll be a brat like you.”

“Psh, like you.” You roll your eyes, and the two of you fall into a bit of a silence, so much unspoken between you. “Do you know if…”

“That’s why I want to see. Make it real?”

You actually nod in understanding, surprising him then. “I get it.”

The ultrasound tech is rolling the wand over cold gel soon, as you’re embarrassingly propped up with your feet in stirrups, and Satoru stands to the side, glaring at the man who’s inserting this wand in you. He gets angry that he’s getting such a view, he doesn’t even think he saw you that much.

What he remembers…

Your pussy is very pretty.

You wince a bit as the doctor smiles up at you. “Tight muscles, huh?”

Satoru snorts in laughter, and you glare. “What!?”

“You are so tight.”

“Gojo!” You glare, and even the doctor laughs, also earning your scowl, which makes them both sober up.

“Sorry, Miss. Alright… relax, would you?” How do you relax as a doctor is shoving a wand in your coochie and your enemy, who got you pregnant somehow, is turning red holding in his lewd thoughts!? “Look at the screen.”

You and Satoru both look over now, your breath catches then, as does his, when the doctor begins to tap keys on the keyboard, and you hear it for the first time, this little… heartbeat. It’s a heartbeat.

“There it is, congratulations you two. About… ten weeks?” You’re enamored as you stare at the screen, and he moves the wand inside you. “Look there, that’s the little baby.”

Baby.

A baby.

It’s all real.

Satoru’s completely silent as tears fill your eyes, a myriad of emotions, some that you’re so connected already to a little peanut inside you, some that you don’t know how you’ll do this, some of your life. How will it alter, how will it go, what will people think… and what does the man next to you think? What will he do!?

But overwhelmingly as you feel yourself begin to cry, and the screen turns off, you feel warmth spread, touching your tummy in wonder, there’s a damn baby in your body. Your baby. Something you never considered or thought of, you figured much, much later in life, not now.

And you’d likely be…

Alone in this.

“I’ll go get a picture printed for you two.” The doctor smiles kindly, as you’re left alone, with a for once silent Satoru Gojo.

You hesitate to look at him, a stunned expression on his face as you sit up, closing your legs and biting your lower lip, he finally looks at you and exhales, seeing your tear streaked cheeks. A girl he never knew to cry or giggle has done both, and a man you never thought to be serious or quiet… was.

“Satoru um…”

“Satoru?” He asks quietly, and you flush.

“Sorry…”

“No, I don’t mind, just… crazy. This is crazy. There’s a whole life inside you!? And we made it?” You sigh, nodding then, and he shocks you as he leans down, as you’re sitting in the bed, coming so close to you, eyes swirling storms of emotions.

“You can back out now, it’s okay. I won’t put this on you, keeping it is an insane idea but… it feels right to me?” He tilts your chin up, leaning closer, to where you can taste the sweetness of his breath, as your heart pounds right in your chest. “But if you’re backing out, do it now, it will hurt… fuck it will hurt more if you get too involved, okay? Do it now.”

“I’m not backing out of shit.” You gasp, and he exhales, wiping your tears away. “We both did this. I’ll not live in some world knowing my baby is raised with no help of mine in any way, fuck that.”

“But you-”

“I get it, we… aren’t… together. But in this I will be.”

“Satoru, I think I may have a cardiac arrest before I get this baby out.” You sniffle and he smirks a bit.

“So unbelievable that I’d want to?”

“Yes. The Gojo I know…”

“You may not know me as well as you think. And maybe I don’t know you that much… aside from I agree about that tight-”

“I swear!” You shove at him, as he snorts in laughter, still a little shit, as they bring in two pictures, and Satoru takes one thoughtfully.

“That’s it, huh?” He tilts his head curiously. “Looks like me.”

“It looks like nothing yet, what?” You’re taking tissue and cleaning up a bit, as they give you privacy to pull back on your panties, but Satoru gives you no privacy, just looking. “You could turn?”

“Why, that’s one benefit you know.”

“What?”

“Could fuck any time, cum inside whenever.”

“Oh you wish.” You shove at his chest, and he’s grinning and wiggling his brows, grabbing your waist, pulling you against him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Shut it.” Yes.

“Sex is good for pregnancy.”

“You’re so full of shit! I can’t with you. Rizzing me up at a gyno?”

“Perfect place, see that doctor, he wants a piece.”

“You’re so dumb, I swear.” You look at the picture then, thumb brushing against the baby’s… maybe it’s a face?

“Are we gonna live together?”

“I mean… what?” You eye him in shock.

“When the baby’s here.”

“No, we don’t have to do all that, we live close. Can you imagine us living together, we’d kill each other.” He envisions it, the fights surely but… the sex, and seeing you in the morning?

“Or fuck. Alot.”

“That’s how this happened.” You mumble, and soon you’re back home, and trying to ignore your body’s insane responses while he stands on your porch, looking far too fucking sexy. “Thank you for being there.”

“You thanking me? the world is ending.”

“Hush. I appreciate this, you standing by me. You don’t have to.”

“I… want to. Um, what will we say?”

You bite your lip more, until he gently takes it out from under your top row of teeth, brushing against the indentations. “We could say we’re together, if you don’t mind, dating I guess? My parents would trip if they knew it’s like…”

“Same. My parents would be happy for a Gojo heir though.” You hear it, the surprising resentment in his voice.

There’s a lot you don’t know.

“Well, I can act like I like you for them if you want.” You tease, and he leans against your doorway, so fucking tall, just looming over you, and you have to clench your hands not to give in to the temptation of touching him.

“Act like you like me- you?”

“I could! If you could act like you like me, in front of my family.”

“How will we explain the whole not living together thing?”

“It’s new, it’s 2025 Gojo, not 1810. We’ll be okay. You're so old school huh, gonna marry me?”

“You’d leave me at the altar.” You both laugh again, as he straightens up now. “Alright, so when should we tell them?”

“When you want to. So work on those acting skills. I’ll set up brunch with mine, you set up dinner with yours?”

“Sounds good. Alright don’t miss Daddy too much.” You snort and roll your eyes, turning away now.

“Daddy? Whatever.”

Satoru presses you against the door, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a hand gently on your tummy, splaying the expanse of it with long fingers, as your breath comes quicker and quicker. “Could swear you called me daddy when I beat up that pretty pussy hmm?”

You falter, whining softly, hating your body’s reaction, scowling right up at him, your hand on your doorknob, while this tall ass of a man makes your body light up. “Never called you daddy, no way.” Your voice is a pathetic whisper, why does he do this to you, you want to arch into his damn touch, press against his length, to the point you make yourself stiffen.

“Oh? Must have been the liquor.” He caresses your face, leaning so close you wildly think he’ll kiss you, and you know damn well you can’t handle that, not with your pussy soaking your damn panties just from this.

You hate Satoru Gojo, and he hates you.

This is… because you both are having a baby.

Right?

“It must have been.”

“Ah, I see. Good night, then sweetheart.” He leans his lips up, kissing the top of your head, a gesture so oddly sweet it doesn’t even fit him. “Text me the details, Sorority brat.”

“Sure will, Frat boy.” He sticks his tongue out as you do, walking in and leaning against the door, overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hands, the memories that surfaced. You slide down it slowly, burying your face in your hands, as your body trembles with this insane need.

Shit. A baby with your enemy?

A baby with Frat Boy Gojo?

Faking that you like him, would it really be that fake?

Satoru’s leaning against it too, for just a moment, trying to compose himself… finally he’s in the back of the car again, as his driver looks in the rearview mirror curiously, tired eyes focusing as Satoru looks at the picture again. The little peanut that’s apparently a…

A baby.

With his enemy.

An enemy he really wants to be inside again.

“Everything alright, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, Satoru runs a hand through his hair now, leaning back in his seat as he peers out the dark tinted windows.

“I’m having… a baby with a girl who hates me.”

“Why does she hate you?” Kiyotaka asks, driving off, as Satoru chuckles just a bit, remembering bits and pieces of college, out of order, out of sync.

“Because honestly, I was kind of a complete dick to her?”

“That’s… oddly self observant.”

“You saying I’m a dick to you?”

“No Mr. Gojo!”

“I’m kidding, relax.” Kiyotaka’s tense shoulders relax when Satoru leans forward, hand on his shoulder through the little divider that’s opened. “Do you know shit about kids at all?”

“I have nephews, they’re pretty good kids. But babies, not really.”

“I could ask my parents but they basically had nannies raise me.”

“Many nannies, I heard.”

“Well, I was a menace to be honest. Where do I learn about these… things?”

“Babies?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I think there are books?”

“Hmm.” Satoru pulls out his phone then.

Fratboy Gojo🙄(yes that’s his name in your phone now, no you’re not sorry): Should I order us baby books?

Sorority Brat💦😻(of course that’s your name in his phone): Yes, if you want to? That would be good. Thank you… for today.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Two thank yous!? That baby is making you a mush.

Sorority Brat💦😻: Whatever!

Satoru snorts then, but when you’re in your bed later that night, nibbling on a bag of hot cheetos that have been screaming at you all day, how is that your first craving!? He writes to you again, and you pick your phone up with your clean hand, sans hot cheeto dust, rolling your eyes.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Need some nudes for your spank bank?

You’re gonna kill him.

Sorority Brat 💦😻: Good night, Gojo.

Satoru frowns, because his dick is already in his hand, but for a moment you think about it, and would it be so bad to-

No, no no.

You aggressively eat those hot cheetos, wondering just what you were in for with that damn boy in your life now, shit forever.

“Fuck.” You’ll never drink again.

I say four parts but I feel like this is gonna be long aha, bc god Gojo is a lil shithead hehe (as I like him) this just a teensy bit similar to the Knocked Up movie premise so expect a LOT of humor here! <3

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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 5 months ago

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To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; noncon/dubcon smut; noncon drugging; creepy batfamily members feeling attracted to Reader when they were still 15, but nothing sexual or romantic between them happens until they're 18; this chapter is mostly Damian x Reader; ABO, Reader is an omega, all the batboys are alphas; Heat symptoms; Damian and Reader are 15 at first, when the smut happens they're 18, Tim is three years older than them, Jason is five years older, Dick is 10 years older and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied future gangbang? They want to share Reader (polyamory) but right now the real action is just between Damian and Reader; Loss of virginity on both parts; Implied that Damian is also inexperienced on kissing and Reader knows a little more about that; Fingering!R receiving; Slight schoolgirl/boy/person!Reader; Reader wears lipgloss, nail polish and earrings; Omegas breasts produce milk during heat; Some breastfeeding; Breeding kink; Handcuffs; The word ‘rape’ is used twice; Lots of crying; Nipple play; Dirty talk; Slight voyeurism; Unprotected sex; Negative and selfdeprecating thoughts; Claiming ownership (biting); English isn't my first language.

Word count: 4,7k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Planning on making one pwp chapter for each batboy, and then a last one with no smut. Also, I think I'm gonna start posting on AO3 since the tw are getting worse...

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Damian was territorial, dominant and temperamental since the family had known him. Maybe he was born like that, maybe he wasn't, they couldn't know, so, what they most hoped for was that those were just personality traits, maybe coping mechanisms, and the puppy would present as an omega or beta one day, and then maybe the hormones would make him calm down. It was a small possibility, but one could only dream, right?!

Well, those hopes were crushed when, at his fifteenth birthday, Damian woke up growling at the mix of strong alpha scents stinking his room, his territory, and started pacing inside there, not allowing anyone but the old beta Alfred to come in.

He calmed down after a couple of hours, came out of his room to eat breakfast, assessed and scented the rest of his territory (everyone's territory, really, the manor was the family’s home), and maybe humor his inner alpha by subjugating the rest of the pack. It didn't work, obviously, they were all mature alphas who went through puberty already and knew how to (mostly) manage conflict with a newly-turned alpha who still smelt like milk and was just overwhelmed with hormones.

After a full belly, it was decided he shouldn't have to go to school for the first few days (something the teenager was happy with), to learn to control his mood and impulses, visit a specialized doctor to be sure what kind of suppressants were better suited for his organism, and so he could go through his first rut in peace.

A few days later, Damian went back to school, nose itching from some not-so-pleasant alpha scents, some weak beta scents, some sugary omega scents, and a lot of milky scents coming from most students, especially unpresented puppies.

He wondered how adults live like this, if he would just get used to it, and it wouldn't bother him so much one day. One thing was to feel the smell of flowers or food, another thing was to feel people’s pheromones. But his train of thoughts were halted when he felt you.

Not even inside the classroom yet, but he could sniff you out and find you if he wanted to. Strong, yet suave, soft. Strawberries. And milk. It made his whole body shudder and tremble. Now he knew why his family occasionally asked where the delicious scent stuck to his clothes came from. Now he knew why alphas turned their heads and stared at you so much when you both were walking around. It was all you. His best friend.

Damian stared openly and unconsciously, while you made your way to him none the wiser and sat down at his side, and he almost got annoyed when, at first, you didn't seem to notice his new presentation, as if you didn't even acknowledge him as an alpha yet. But then you turned and stared at him strangely.

— Dude, why’re you staring so mu- Oh. — You blinked, finally having realized where the new musky scent was coming from. — You're lucky you smell good. My neighbor smells like feet.

When he came home, he announced he had an omega.

Obviously, that left everyone bewildered as to what he meant by that, it was impossible for during his first day back outside as an alpha, he already had a mate. But he didn't have to explain much for them to understand, the scent on his clothes was enough proof as to why he wanted you for himself.

After that, Damian invited you to hang out with him at the manor for the first time. It caused a reaction in everyone, and all of them were home, of course they were, Damian wanted to show off his future mate, and you had to meet the family, since he single-handedly decided you were going to join their pack already.

As you walked past each door on the way to Damian's room, everyone had a reaction.

The old beta and grandfather, Alfred, was very polite and nice, he smelt like tea. He smiled more freely with how sweet you were, amused by Damian's clear crush.

Next, you passed Dick by the gym, he smelt spicy, and his door was open, so he could peek better to satiate his curiosity when Damian's crush arrived, yet, he didn't expect to almost fall from his stretching position when he finally took a whiff from your sweet scent for the first time, instead of just the faint and weak thing that occasionally got stuck on Damian's clothes and hair. He managed to look mostly presentable even though he almost sprinted to the corridor to meet you. Dick was even more pleased to see you were beautiful, even in your modest school uniform. He forced himself to hold back and stay in the gym when Damian decided the interaction took long enough, and pulled you to keep walking.

Jason was next, he was in the library. His scent was thick. Woody. He coughed around his drink when he felt your scent, and Damian rolled his eyes at him. Jason’s whole body froze when he saw how soft you looked, clearly an omega. He noted that you looked older than fifteen, but Jason knew you were just a couple of months older than Damian, and you still smelled like milk. His attraction to you bothered him because he couldn't ignore your still-milky scent, and he was already imagining how you would smell like when you fully reached maturity. Your hair was shiny and looked soft, like clouds and cotton-candy. He wanted to stick his nose there and hug you. You looked the perfect company for a nap (and more). Damian quickly steered you away to keep walking.

Next was Tim, he was in his room, and he smelt like peppermint. He always kept the door closed, but during your visit, it was open wide, due to his curiosity to meet you, everyone knew that. Tim snapped his eyes away from his computer when he felt you, and stared at you wide-eyed when you appeared. You didn't even come inside, Damian didn't want to feel your scent coming off of Tim's room to haunt him every time he walked past that door for the next days. It would definitely make him want to kill his brother. Tim tried to burn your image to his brain to the smallest details. He noted the color of your nail polish, your earrings, the thing dangling from your backpack, the shine and rosiness of your lip gloss. Tim specially liked your soft-spoken voice, and it bothered him how polite, neutral and distant it was, because clearly you both didn't now each other, you were just there as Damian's friend, meeting his older brother for the first time, and just wanted to go hole up inside Damian's room as soon as possible to avoid the weird interaction.

Soon, your wishes came through, and you spent the next few hours there with Damian basically teaching you everything and doing your homework. It was a new behavior, he never did that out of instinct before, some people asking him for help would annoy him, others, like you, he would calmly help out of the hidden kindness in his heart, but he never took initiative before. You brushed it off as just new alpha behavior and just used his either gentlemanly or condescending behavior, if it meant you could gain things out of it and be lazy.

At dinner, you finally met his father. Bruce Wayne was the alpha of a pack full of alphas and a beta. His himbo and playboy persona gave you the impression that he wasn't the most dominant alpha around, but you were proven wrong when you felt his sandalwood aroma and saw his towering frame. His personality was the same you saw on the TV, though, pleasant like a TV host or just a popular guy. On the inside, he was fixated with you, ignoring your milky childish scent and your school uniform. He wanted you around the house more. God knows how much a bit more of softness could help the family’s dynamic. Maybe that was what was missing, an omega around the place. Like you. Actually, it could be you. He thought about convincing Damian to stick to living in the manor even after you were both married adults. Or you could be Bruce’s when you were of age. Wait, how old were you?

Alfred drove you and Damian to your place after everything was done, all the alphas with a heavy heart, bothered that you had to go, that you couldn't spend the night with them yet. Even if you were already theirs.

It took a lot to convince Damian to share you, but eventually, he begrudgingly agreed, they were a pack, after all, not just a family, they stick together, take care of each other and of each other's interests. Having something that wasn't just vigilantism in common would be good bonding for them, and the closer a pack could get, the better. That he knew. A pack sharing someone wasn't exactly unheard of either.

After that, Damian started inviting you to the manor more often. Almost every week you were there. Your parents started saying that Damian probably was interested in you, but you laughed it off, never thinking an alpha like him would be interested in an omega like you.

The family made the best of that time to get you used to them, to their dynamic, and to make you feel at home, safe, trustful. They also wanted your scent to get stuck everywhere. To get to know you. To learn everything about you. To make plans.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

You asked them to take you home, but they denied. That made you feel antsy, so you tried searching for your phone to call your parents to pick you up, but you couldn't find it. It got especially hard when Damian picked you up and started walking up the stairs with you.

— It's okay, omega. You're okay with us. I’m going to take care of you… — Your hands trembled when he purred the word ‘omega’, mumbled those words, and nuzzled the side of your head with his nose, taking a deep breath from your sweet strawberry scent, and faint sex smell, due to the wetness between your thighs. No longer any hint of milk anymore, since you already reached maturity just a couple of months before him, and now he also didn't smell like puppy anymore.

— N-No… D-Dami… W-Where are you taking me? What a-are you gonna do? … I wanna go home… I’m not feeling good… — You whimpered and tried to weakly move out of his hold, it didn't work.

— You are home, beloved. And I’m going to help you feel better… With my knot. — Your eyes widened. — I will fuck you real good and fill you with my semen. I know it is your first time, it is mine too. But do not worry, your heat will make it painless and you will be satisfied with me. — You whimpered higher, your omega was preening, crying for a knot, your pussy squeezing hard, but your mind knew it was wrong. Clearly something was wrong. Why was no one helping? Couldn't they see you were caught by surprise with your heat and were saying no to him? Why were they looking at you like that? A cough coming from somewhere seemed to snap Damian out of it, like he remembered something. — Ah, right. And then, you will receive father’s, and my siblings' knots. I will go first since it’s my birthday and I claimed you first. — Damian blushed, despite his smug tone.

You cried for help, at first, it came out weak, as your omega didn't want to make something the alphas would disapprove of, but the closer you got to the room they designated for the moment, the reality of what was coming was overtaking your instincts. Especially after your belly started to hurt at being empty of seed.

The alphas only shushed you, and you helplessly watched as Tim handcuffed one of your hands to the bedpost as soon as Damian laid you down on the nest they made for you, and Dick and Jason each started taking your sneakers off. Bruce was standing a few feet away from the bed, Alfred at his side. The oldest alpha’s eyes were glued to your laid down figure, hungry and serious. Darker than you had ever seen. You've never been more scared of him before. He occasionally commented something to Alfred, that you vaguely registered as instructions, that also started being given to his children.

You weakly tugged at the handcuff and tried to sit up at the same time, but Damian pushed himself between your legs, and held you down by the waist. Dick and Jason held your legs open to accommodate him better, and your overwhelmed brain barely noticed their hands also rubbing your ankles and thighs. You've never felt more aroused and more scared your whole life.

Alfred exited the room to start doing Bruce's orders, and he kept watching. Tim, who had disappeared out of your line of sight for a second, came back holding a long, shiny and glinting pair of scissors. You tugged harder at the restraints and tried to push your body up to get away, thinking he was going to hurt you, but he just purred at you to calm you down, unfortunately, it worked, and your pussy tightened when Damian hissed at feeling your center pressing against his hard cock, when you pushed your hips up and against his. You could feel him poking your underthigh, only the clothes separating you.

— It's okay, omega, I’m just cutting off your clothes, it's gonna be easier to strip you that way. — Tim said soothingly, while purring and almost cooing at you. Your eyes widened when he said that, and actually started cutting your shirt open, until Dick was able to pull the ruined fabric off from under you.

All three alphas started purring at seeing your braless torso, chest already swelling with milk and nipples darkened. Omegas body produced milk when they had a puppy to feed, or during heats, and ruts, when an alpha was in a rut, and the omega was helping them, because the body understood it was a rough period, where a lot of energy was spent and not much nutrition came, since both were too busy procreating and too weak to go searching for food, so the milk was a lot helpful in those moments. There were even historical moments where that skill was useful in other contests, when the economy got so bad that most packs were starving, and the omegas of the pack helped them survive with milk.

Damian bit his lips and brought his right hand up to your left breast, squeezing it softly. Everyone was entranced, watching a single drop of milk come out, the breast not full yet. You arched your back, it felt good, so good that for a moment you forgot why you wanted to get away. Damian also didn't help your train of thought when his thumb started rubbing your stiff nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and forcing your eyes closed. You forced yourself not to make a sound.

You snapped out of it when you felt Tim cutting your pants and underwear off. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being exposed and the almost cold air that made your hair stand. Your legs trembled and you felt Dick and Jason's hands working, uncoordinated pads of fingers dancing across the inside of your thighs.

Your arousal’s scent freely infastated the room now, and half of them growled, in exception of Bruce and Tim, who were keeping themselves more calm and collected.

— It's time to go now, let Damian and (Y/N) have their moment. — Bruce announced and you watched as Damian smirked, then you hid your face, sobbing against the pillow. He cooed at you while his other hand went down between your legs and started rubbing slow circles while pressing against your clit.

Dick sighed.

— Take care of them, Dami. Have fun and enjoy. — Dick patted Damian's shoulder, but you weren't sure the alpha above even noticed you, too busy gazing at you and your body, enjoying how warm and wet you were.

— Yeah, remember to do what we taught you, baby bird. — Damian only hummed at Jason's comment, and leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He brought his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and started leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, and under your jaw.

It was your first time feeling someone doing this, when you read fanfics and books, you never thought this could feel good like the writing always described, but it actually did, and you hated that you liked it, crying harder against the pillow and hoping his lips weren't moving closer to your face because he wanted to kiss you. You felt his nose sniffing your scent gland.

Tim hummed.

— Be careful with them, and don't take too long, everyone wants their turn. — Tim warned softly and was the last to exit the room, closing the door, but not locking it.

Damian’s warm breath huffed against your neck.

— Finally alone… — Damian whispered with a hoarse voice that made your hair stand. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes harder.

— Please, let me go… You don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone- — Your sentence was cut short when one of Damian's long and thick fingers invaded your entrance delicately. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, and the alpha watched you with lust in his eyes.

— Beloved… Omega… You will come to like this, I promise you that… — He sucked a faint hickey on your scent gland. His right hand started exploring the rest of your body, fumbling and squeezing the softer parts he found out he liked the most. You couldn't control your panting and small moans when his finger curled upwards inside you, touching your sweet spot.

— D-Dam-... A-Alpha… — You arched your back when he started fingering you faster, your sensitive walls milking a single finger, crying for a thick knot, thirsty for his seed, your womb empty of puppies.

— See… — He kissed your cheek. — We barely started, and yet… — Another kiss, closer to your mouth. — You're already dripping and earning for my knot… — Your lips met, it didn't seem like he had much experience, maybe it was his first kiss? Either way, you knew a little more about what you were doing, and he quickly learned. In just a few minutes, he was dominating your mouth. The younger alpha gave a slow bite to your lips when a second finger joined the first in fucking you, wet noises eccoing around the room.

You gained some clearance after a few moments, when he took his fingers off. You whined, not knowing if it was to plead him not to rape you, or because you wanted his cock stuffing you as soon as possible. You tried to force your head away from his, and he relented, pausing the kiss, but only to start taking his own clothes off. If your face wasn't already hot from the fever and arousal, you knew it would be now, feeling shy with everything new that was happening and his naked body, and surprised that you never once noticed his muscles before.

While afraid, you peeked down and saw his hard and bobbing dick, it was thick and above average, but not too much. Not too much for someone who wasn't a virgin like you were, that is.

You tried to sit up, to get away from him in a bolt of strength you didn't have until now, fighting your omega with as much as you could. But it proved to be no help, as it punished you by making your belly tug and hurt twice more. Your torso fell down on the bed again, powerless by pain, numbness, and the restraint around your wrist.

Damian only cooed, still kneeling above you and between your legs. You cried. You didn't feel his calloused hands holding and caressing your hips, but you felt the blunt wet tip against your entrance. You were ruined.

Your parents would hate you. They would say it was your fault for ignoring their warnings and shoving yourself inside a home full of alphas with no omega. They would kick you out of the pack. And if the Wayne's did good on their word of raping you one after the other, you would probably get pregnant, as you weren't on birth control. That is, if they didn't kill you or kept you hostage in their basement. And even if your pack wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do anything to get justice for you, as the Wayne's were much more influential and rich. You were only going to the same school as Damian because your parents worked as teachers there, for god's sake. You were doomed. And if they decided to mark you…

You cried harder, ashamed of being so aroused now and so dumb all along. For the first time, you hated being an omega.

But all those self-deprecating thoughts were muffled when he finally invaded you. It was slow, gentle, testing how things felt. Damian heaved a breath and buried his face on your neck, breathing your scent deep. It felt amazing, for the both of you. You were so deep in your heat that of course it wasn't going to hurt at all, silly you. Those alphas were right, they are always right. They can take care of you.

— … More… Please, I want more… — You moaned and tried moving your hips against his, forcing his cock to push against your walls faster. Damian's head snapped up, looking at you with interest and lust. You were already cockdrunk, as he was pussydrunk, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

He bottomed out with more hurry, after pulling in and out twice to test if you really weren't in pain. He moaned deep against your face before shoving his lips against yours again, while he thrusted his hips. The alpha found the perfect rhythm while pulling almost all the way in and out, in a steady dance. Your moans got louder by the second, your inner omega happy with all the attention you were receiving.

Your free hand shot up to rest on his back, nails digging his scarred skin, not knowing what to do. Damian's hips gradually grew in force, until the bed was shaking and softly hitting the wall. The sound of your hips colliding and your wetness clear as day didn't bother you, as you only started begging for the alpha. To be owned. To be knotted. To be breeded.

— See how I take care of you… — He kissed down your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. — Make you feel good… — One of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up, purposefully looking for a deeper angle to ravish you. You gasped as he found it, and his thrusts got harder. You mumbled a bunch of agreements to whatever he was saying, you just wanted his knot! — You're my omega now, our omega now… — He softly bit your pouting nipple, being considerate as to not hurt the sensitive and swelling area. Your hand trembled on his back and shot up to pull his hair in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He pulled weakly at your nipple with his teeth scraping the nerves on the area, until he let it go. — We will stuff you full of cum everyday and every hour… — His lips trailed down your ribs, but the position didn't allow him to go further down. He wanted to leave kisses on your whole body, and now he could do that, because now you weren't escaping them. He growled, resigning himself to traill his lips up through the space between your breasts. Your body trembled with the sound. — Fuck you real good… You will never have to beg, omega, we will spoil you with everything you need, everything you want… — His huge hands trailed up your body until they reached your chest. He squished them for a moment, enjoying how soft they were, and how pliant you were, looking straight into your dazed cockdrunk eyes. Imagining how your perfect pups will look like. Milk started coming out in small drops, so silent that he only noticed when it was dripping down his hand. His eyes shot down to assess the view and his knot started growing at the sight of your swelling breasts and darkened nipples, giving up milk for him, for him, so soft his fingers were digging and moulding the flesh, all while they were dancing up and down, bouncing, seducing him. You were seducing him. You were stunning, ravishing, perfect without even trying. He was happy his pack was the one tying you down to them, he wanted to kill someone just for thinking that someone else could have you like this. — … And you will give us everything we want…

He tentatively, almost hypnotized, leaned down and sucked your stiff nipple between his soft lips, sucking a small amount of milk inside, letting It rest on his tongue for a moment, savouring the taste, before swallowing.

You were sensitive, with a dull ache, but his suckling helped with the pain and sent waves of flickering pleasure against your body. You could feel him forcing his knot with each thrust to fit inside you as it gradually grew, and gasped, whimpering pleas for more. Begging him to keep going and stuff you full. You were both getting close to orgasm. Damian shut his eyes hard, overstimulated with the growing pleasure. He let go of your breast when he started feeling his canines getting more protruded, itching to bite your neck and claim you, his eyes also getting brighter, his inner alpha waiting to take ownership over you. Strip you off the life you had before. Forcing you to subjugate, until the smallest cells in your body knew who you belonged to.

He didn't hold himself, of course, and your first mark soon made home above your collarbone, your souls locking together and the intimacy going to an extraordinary level when you reached the peak of pleasure in tandem, while his knot swelled and made you stuck together, stopping any drop of cum from going to waste.

Every single drop was forced to stay inside of you, and Damian lifted your almost limp head, you both drunk, still coming down from the waves of pleasure, and forced your lips against his neck, his scent gland, and you, whose omega and heat had taken over since the moment his cock invaded you, didn't hesitate to mark him back, locking the bond completely.

— Good omega, good omega…

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Damian looks at the green letter that simply appeared in his room a few minutes ago. He wasn't sure if he is supposed to be happy or crying.

He still thinks about Danyal all the time. It has been a long time since his brother died. Damian still mournes him two times a year, at their birthday and the day Danyal died.

He told his family, on his fifteenth birthday. Father hadnt been happy but he tearfully hugged Damian the next day and apologized for ever making him feel like he couldn't talk about his brother.

He still thinks of his brother every time he goes to the Watchtower. Father thankfully gives him a minute. Sometimes he joins him too.

But he wasn't expecting this. He looks at the green letter again. He already read it. A bit idiotic, touching an unknown like that. But the code on the side of the letter almost caused him a struck, because it was the code. The code that him Danyal came up with and nobody else knows about.

Dear Damian Wayne

The note reads.

You are invited to the coronation of the Prince of the Infinite Realms, Danyal 'Danny' Phantom, formerly Al-Ghul. The coronation is set to take place two weeks from now. As a part of the Royal Family, you are obligated to join the coronation at your brother's side. You are to wear formal clothes of whichever culture you subscribe to. A knight will take you to place at which coronation is set to take place.

The letter continues on and on about the coronation, about his brothers numerous titles, about proper ettique and many more things. But Damian does not care about that.

What was the possibility of this thing being fake? Maybe, but he doesn't think so. The code alone would confirm its authenticity.

A knock sound from the door and his father enters the room with a familiar copy of the green letter in his hands.

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Constantine has been looking at the letter for the past ten minutes and he looks more like he is about to faint with each line he reads. Finally Damian can't hold it anymore.

"Say something magician! Is that thing real? What is the Infinite Realms!? "

Constantine looks up from the letter and takes out a cigarette to smoke, only to put it down at his father's glare.

"Of course you people would get tangled in the business of the bloody Infinite Realms." Constantine stops for a second. "Basically it's the dimension between dimensions. Thing of it like the glue holding the multiverse together. It's also where ghosts live."

Oh.

Of course.

Damian is an idiot for thinking his brother might be alive. Danyal is dead.

He hears his father turn around and sitting down on the bat computer.

"Ghost?" Richard thankfully asks. "Like Deadman?"

"No."

As Constantine starts a lecture about the difference between magical and ectoplasmic ghosts, Damian's mind wanders towards his brother again.

His brother is still dead, he still died. And of course his brother, his wonderful, idiotic, amazing brother would somehow make himself a king of an entire dimension after death. One of the strongest beings in existence, according to Constantine.

"Damian!" Richard is snapping his fingers in front of his face. "Are you alright? "

"I am fine." Damian says, "I am fine." He repeats a second later.

"It would be a shock if I learned my brother is going to be a king." Constantine is staring him weirdly. "How in the bloody hell that happened? I never knew bats had another kid."

"Doesn't matter." Damian snarks, "Is it safe to assume this coronation will take place in this Infinite Realms? "

Constantine shrughs his shoulders.

"Wouldn't know. Not exactly my area of expertise."

Great, just great.

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FAMILY WITHOUT LIGHT

[#part1 #part2 #part3]

Dick panicked, he gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.

《This number is unreachable, please try again later.》

Dick let out a scream of anger and impatience, he had been trying to call Y/N for over 5 hours, just to get an answer. Why did she leave the house?… All this happened when he was in his Nightwing costume doing a normal nighttime mission after tying up criminals, a newspaper with Bruce’s picture caught his attention, Dick wondered what new drama the journalists were talking about this time, as soon as he grabbed the newspaper he felt like the air was being sucked out of him. It took him over a minute to process what was being said…

##Bruce Wayne and Y/N Wayne divorced after more than 15 years.##

No... that's a lie, just another rumor, it can't be true, maybe Bruce doesn't care about Y/N but Y/N wouldn't leave the house... after all he saw her love for Damian and Tim, and how she cared for them... so this is just a rumor... right?....

Dick took the newspaper with him and quickly ran to his apartment... He needed to make sure.. He had to get to his apartment to call Y/N.. She would tell him the truth, reassure him, tell him that everything was okay.... As soon as he got to his apartment window, he opened it and entered after entering the access code. His dog Haley approached him, he gave her a few pats before he reached his phone and called Y/N... But she didn't answer his calls.... He tried and tried and tried... But no answer... Could it be true?... Did Y/N leave the house?... Why?....

He was going to call Bruce but he was mad at him for not stopping Y/N from leaving and that he might be the reason Y/N left. So he decided to call Alfred who immediately answered, "Mr. Dick, how may I help you?" "Hello Alfred... Sorry to bother you now... The thing is... I..." Dick hesitated... He was afraid to hear the answer...

“I just called Y/N and she didn’t answer… so I was wondering if everything was okay…” Dick answered, praying with all his might that there was an excuse other than the divorce… “Oh… Mr. Dick… I don’t know how to tell you this… but… Y/N and Bruce have been divorced for three months now…” Alfred’s answer was like a knife slicing into his chest… well maybe deep down he knew the divorce was real… but… three months ago?… and no one told him?… “How… why?… why the divorce, and why didn’t anyone tell me?” Dick’s voice was muffled, he tried not to cry, he tried to control himself a little… “I’m sorry Mr. Dick… it was such a shock to everyone that I forgot to tell you… as for the divorce, Y/N chose that herself… unfortunately…” Alfred’s voice was filled with pain, making it even harder for Dick to hold back his tears… Y/N had left them… she had left them…

Dick hung up the phone after thanking Alfred and collapsed on the floor crying… His dog Haley was beside him trying to comfort him… But it didn’t work… It took Dick maybe half an hour to calm himself down… He tried to take deep breaths in and out… Then he hugged his dog Haley who had already settled happily in his lap. Dick was sitting on the floor leaning his head on the bed behind him while looking at the ceiling of his apartment. He couldn’t help but remember all the memories with Y/N. Dick may not have said it out loud before, but he considered Y/N as his mother… She always took care of him, he still remembers the first time he came to Wayne Manor after his parents died, he was full of anger and wanted revenge, Bruce was trying to channel his anger in a good way to fight the bad guys, but Y/N allowed him to vent his anger, by crying and getting all his feelings out and not holding them in, he remembers that he was mean to her at first, thinking that she was trying to be his mother, but after a while, it turned out that she was just trying to help him, she helped him decorate his parents' grave, buy new things, and when he fought with Bruce she took his side… and even now she still against Bruce and side with Damian, he loved the stories she told, she helped him and encouraged him to speak his mind and thoughts and not hold them in… even when he had a big fight with Bruce and decided to leave the house to be independent… She called him every night, asking him how he was, and if he tried to lie she would know and ask him to tell the truth, which he actually couldn't resistance, so he was always honest with her, Dick was used to being a leader and a good big brother, everyone depended on him… and Y/N was the one he could count on, she was the light of his life, she was family, until recently she used to call him and check on him, now he knew why she hadn't called in three months… He sighed and looked down to see that Haley was asleep, he picked her up and put her in her bed. Even if Y/N had left the house, she still loved them, he was sure, maybe if he went back to Gotham and talked to her he would understand, yeah, maybe she had left the house, but she wouldn't leave them, she still loved them. He was sure

In Gotham... specifically at Wayne Manor, Tim was suffering from a headache and back pain, he was lying in his bed... well maybe not his bed, but in Y/N's bed and room. His work and the pile of papers were almost competing with the towering mountains... when did paperwork become so stressful and tiring? He didn't remember this ever being a problem for him, he wouldn't lie to himself, he knew that Y/N's departure was the reason for the work to be doubled, the sleep to be less, and the pain to be more, Y/N used to do almost all the work for him, so he could rest, but now he couldn't balance his sleeping time, eating, doing all the work, solving cases, and becoming Red Robin, it was too much, Y/N was managing it so well, she did his work, made sure he ate and drank enough before she literally dragged him from the Batcave to the palace to sleep against his will, she always carried him like a baby, he always wondered how she could carry him so easily, okay he'd admit that when he first came to the palace he was a very skinny baby, but he grew up and became muscular, maybe not like Dick or Jason but he sure wasn't light, anyway that didn't concern him now... The problem here is that he hasn't slept in... two days? He doesn't know, maybe it's been three days... He hates that Y/N used to carry him to his room and stay by his side until he fell asleep, and he hated that she knew that sometimes he pretended to sleep, so she wouldn't leave until Tim was completely asleep... Sometimes Tim couldn't sleep easily, like when there was a mission or a case on his mind but Y/N carried him to his room before he could finish it, so he would complain and sometimes beg Y/N to finish the case, that it wouldn't take long, but Y/N always refused... And he couldn't sleep because of the case that consumed his mind, so Y/N would sometimes tell him stories... And it worked to make him sleep... He wondered if Y/N's stories were real, because they didn't seem imaginary at all, her stories were strangely realistic, to the point that all Tim's attention was only on the story until he fell asleep. And so Tim became forced to sleep because of Y/N, food and water, when he should take a break and when he should finish the case, Y/N was organizing his life, he didn't remember getting tired or exhausted from this organization, on the contrary, he was getting enough sleep and food to renew his energy, and even after he came back from his break he would come back with more energy and his solving of cases was at an amazingly higher rate than before, it was very useful, Y/N was the only one who knew how to organize him amazingly with all the work he had. But Y/N wasn't just organizing his life, she even hid his mistakes. Sometimes he would come back from missions with some wounds. Tim didn't like to say that he was injured, it made him weak, and he didn't want to be weak, but Y/N would discover every wound he had, even if it was hidden. The good thing was that she never told Bruce about the injuries, and if the injuries were serious, she would make an excuse for Tim not to go on the next mission. She would cover up all his failures and mistakes in silence... and he was grateful to her. He still remembered when Damian first came and took the Robin costume from him, she would comfort him and stay by his side and tell him that Robin wasn't the one wearing the costume, Robin was the one who protected the children of this city.

It really helped him… he remembered when he asked her advice about his new costume and name, and she encouraged him… she was proud of him, he saw it in her eyes, and when Batman disappeared and everyone thought he was dead and Dick was about to put him in Arkham, Y/N was the first to protest and the first to hit Dick… well that problem was solved a while ago and Y/N was so mad at Dick, it took Dick over three weeks to try to get her to forgive him… it was funny to Tim. She got mad for him. For him… he missed her… she was his whole life, now he couldn’t sleep or work, even his appetite was gone… he could barely survive on coffee now. That’s why he moved into her room a few weeks after she left, he wouldn’t say he slept well, but at least he did, now her scent, her warmth, even her voice and her look at him were gone. When he moved into her room he had a fight with Damian about it, that was the first and last fight they had since Y/N left. Damian wouldn't like it if Tim was the one taking over Y/N's room, and it was a long, tiring fight, in which Damian gave in for the first time ever, letting Tim sleep in Y/N's room. Tim knew very well why Damian was angry, that he missed Y/N too, Damian had changed dramatically after her departure, he barely spoke inside the house, and even on missions he didn't have the same enthusiasm as usual, and he didn't blame Damian for that, he missed her himself... but he had to thank his position as CEO of WE for that which helped him see Y/N a lot, he had multiple meetings with Y/N's family company under the pretext of resuming relations again, just to see Y/N, and one of the meetings was always cancelled due to circumstances, whether from his side or Y/N's, and the first meeting that finally happened was last night, and after more than three months he saw Y/N again, when she entered the meeting room she automatically patted him on the head and asked him how he was and that his appearance looked bad and he should eat and sleep well... Tim was silent, he felt a lump in his throat, if there weren't other people in the room he would have collapsed and hugged her and asked her to come back, but he remained silent looking down Trying to breathe slowly, after the meeting ended he wanted to catch up with her, and talk to her alone and tell her that he needed her back, he hadn't slept in a long time, but because of some old businessmen that Tim was planning to throw out who blocked his way with some questions, invitations and failed offers that caused Tim to be late to catch up with Y/N, but it's okay, he will have another meeting with her, and he will ask her to go home.

Tim sighed as he tried to sleep for the sixth time and was about to fall asleep this time but the knocking on the door woke him up. He grumbled and cursed under his breath at the person at the door unless that person was Alfred, Tim got up lazily and opened the door to be surprised by Damian standing at the door... "Oh? Damian? What's wrong?" Tim noticed Damian's eyes were puffy from crying, he wasn't surprised, ever since Y/N left Damian had been crying a lot, not that anyone would tell him that was obvious. "I want you to find me two people, they're from my school, and they call Y/N my aunt." Damian said calmly without any arrogance. Tim looked at him in confusion for a while, could it be that Damian was after Y/N now? "And before you say anything I know that you're trying to get Y/N back through the meetings you request from her family's company." Damian continued crossing his arms. Tim tensed for a moment, he didn't know that it was obvious, then sighed in surrender. "Okay, come in."

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cheers-to-you-th · 1 month ago

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Even Dumbasses Deserve Love

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x reader

Genre: Fluff, f2l, angst if you squint, smut !MDNI!

Warnings: Jeonghan being an idiot, oral (f receiving), dry humping, unprotected sex (don't do it yall), multiple orgasms, let me know if I missed anything

Summary: Yoon Jeonghan, your beautiful, wonderful, amazing, dumb-ass of a best friend who somehow doesn't see how hopelessly in love with him you are.

Until he does.

Banner by @orngejuic Beta Readers: @gyubakeries @sanaxo-o @mylovesstuffs ily guys <3

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Jeonghan prides himself in being two steps ahead of everyone. It’s just how he is—how he operates. He reads people easily, anticipates what they’ll do before they can even think it themselves. It’s why he always wins petty bets, why he always manages to dodge responsibility, why he can talk his way out of anything with nothing more than a lazy smile. He sees the signs before they become obvious, notices the smallest shifts in expression, the tiniest changes in behavior.

That’s why, after knowing you for years, Jeonghan finds himself baffled. The first time he notices something is when you sit in your normal seat next to him before your lecture starts, sliding a coffee in front of him. It’s something you do so often that it barely registers—until Seokmin starts to complain.

“Where’s mine?” Seokmin whines, dramatically slumping against the table. “Why does Jeonghan always get special treatment? I like coffee too, you know.”

You scoff, sipping from your own cup without a second thought. “You have two legs, Kyeom, use them.”

Seokmin pouts, muttering something about Jeonghan’s legs and injustice, but Jeonghan barely hears him. Because for the first time, he’s thinking about what Seokmin had said. You always bring him coffee. Always. Even when you’re running late, even when you don’t get one for yourself. Even when you grumble about how he doesn’t deserve it.

He lifts the cup, staring at the little details he’s never bothered to notice before. The way his name is scrawled across the side in your handwriting instead of the barista’s. The way you always get it exactly how he likes—two sugars, just enough milk to take the edge off the bitterness. The way you don’t even wait for a thank you.

Like it’s second nature. Like it’s just… what you do.

And now, he can’t stop thinking about it.

He starts noticing other things during the lecture.

How you always roll your eyes when he leans against you, but never actually push him away. How you scold him for doodling on the margins of your notebook, but still let him get away with it every time. How you look at him when you think he isn’t paying attention.

It makes something shift in his brain—tilting, twisting, catching on a thought he’s somehow never had before.

And maybe that should be the end of it.

But it isn’t.

Not yet.

Because a week later, it happens again.

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It’s late—too late for you to be waiting around for him, but you do anyway. The library is nearly empty, the last stragglers packing up as Jeonghan stretches his arms over his head with a groan.

“Finally done?” you ask, voice amused as you glance up from your phone. You’re already leaning against the table, your bag slung over your shoulder, like you’ve been waiting for him this whole time.

Because you have.

Jeonghan blinks. He hadn’t asked you to. Hadn’t even considered it. He just assumed you’d gone home when you finished hours ago. But you didn’t—you stayed.

“Why are you still here?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. “I thought you said you were leaving at nine.”

You shrug. “Changed my mind.”

Changed your mind.

Jeonghan frowns but doesn’t push further. Because now, he’s thinking about it again.

About the way you always are there whenever he needs you, about how you never actually leave until he does. About how, even when you complain about him, you’re still here.

Always here, waiting for him.

His stomach twists with something unfamiliar. Something that feels a little too warm, a little too close to something he isn’t ready to name. He follows you into the cold night air, his hands stuffed in his pockets. His thoughts are too loud, too disorganized, for him to focus.

And when you shiver beside him, he doesn’t even think—he just shrugs off his hoodie and tugs it over your head before you can protest.

You freeze, blinking up at him. “What—”

“Just wear it,” Jeonghan mutters, looking away.

And maybe, if he let himself think too hard about why he did that—why the sight of you in his hoodie makes something tighten in his chest—he’d realize he’s in way more trouble than he thought.

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The next time, it’s at a party.

Jeonghan isn’t even sure why he came—probably because Mingyu wouldn’t stop nagging him about needing to ‘go out and touch grass,’ whatever that means. The music is loud, the room packed with people, and Jeonghan, as usual, is lounging in the corner with a drink in hand, thoroughly entertained by the mess unfolding around him.

Then he sees you.

You’re talking to someone—some guy he doesn’t recognize, who’s standing a little too close, leaning in a little too much. You don’t seem bothered at a glance, but Jeonghan notices the way your fingers tighten around your cup, the slight shift in your stance. It’s subtle, something no one else would catch. But he does. He sees the tightness in your smile and the way you recoil when the man touches your arm.

Before Jeonghan can think twice, he’s already moving.

He slides up next to you easily, arm slinging around your shoulders like it belongs there, like it’s second nature. “There you are,” he drawls, flashing his most infuriating smile as he pointedly ignores the guy in front of you. “Been looking for you everywhere.”

You blink up at him, startled for only a second before you relax against him, leaning into his hold like it’s instinct.

The guy shifts awkwardly. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were—”

Jeonghan tilts his head, still smiling. He doesn’t say anything, just lets the weight of unspoken words hang in the air until the guy gets the message and quickly excuses himself.

Once he’s gone, Jeonghan glances down at you, raising a brow. “You okay?”

You let out a breath, rolling your eyes. “I was handling it.”

“I know.” He shrugs, arm still around you, still holding you close. “Felt like bothering you anyway.”

You huff, but you don’t pull away.

And then it hits him again.

The way you always let him do this—let him close, let him linger. The way you lean into him, like you belong there. The way it feels so natural that he doesn’t realize he's still holding onto you until his fingers tighten slightly on your shoulder.

Something warm twists in his chest.

He should let go. He should step back.

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Another day, it’s at lunch.

Jeonghan doesn’t think much when you slide into the seat across from him, tray in hand, like you always do. He barely glances up from his phone as you start picking at your food, the conversation around you blending into background noise.

Then you do something that makes his fingers still over his screen. You push the cucumbers off his plate. It’s so natural, so absentminded, that you don’t even seem to notice yourself doing it. Just a quick movement, the same way you always do.

Jeonghan stares at his plate, where the cucumbers had been only seconds ago, now neatly placed onto yours without a word. He glances up at you, but you’re still focused on your meal, completely unbothered, like this is just… normal.

He thinks back—tries to remember when this started. When you figured out he didn’t like cucumbers. When you decided, without being asked, to take them off his plate every single time.

Jeonghan swallows.

“Are you gonna eat that?” you ask suddenly, pointing at the bread roll on his tray.

He blinks, momentarily caught off guard before scoffing. “At least let me offer before you start eyeing my food.”

You roll your eyes, reaching over to grab it anyway. “Please, you were gonna give it to me either way.”

He doesn’t argue. Because you’re right. He always does.

And now, as you tear off a piece of the bread and pop it into your mouth without thinking, Jeonghan can’t help but notice the way this has all become a habit. The way there are things you do for him without question. The way there are things he does for you, too.

Jeonghan exhales, poking at the rest of his food, but suddenly, it doesn’t taste the same.

Because now, he’s thinking about it again.

Thinking about what makes you act like this.

But he doesn’t ask.

Not yet.

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The next instance is in the rain.

Jeonghan had told you to go home before the storm hit, rolled his eyes when you stubbornly refused– insisting you’d be fine– until he finally managed to convince you. And now, standing under the awning of a closed convenience store, watching the rain pour down in sheets, he’s debating whether he should call you just to say, “I told you so.”

Then his phone buzzes.

You: are you still at the library?

Jeonghan frowns, quickly typing back.

Jeonghan: no, at the convenience store across from it, dorm ran out of soju You: don’t leave yet. I’m coming to get you.

He stares at the screen, brow furrowing. You’re coming to get him?

It takes you fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes of Jeonghan watching the rain fall, of tapping his fingers against his phone, of wondering—really wondering—why you’re doing this.

And then you’re there, pulling up to the curb with your hazard lights flashing, hair slightly damp from the short sprint to your car. You barely give him a chance to react before you’re unlocking the door, waving him in.

“Hurry up,” you say, like this is normal. Like it’s nothing. Like you haven’t just driven across town in the middle of a downpour for him.

Jeonghan slides into the passenger seat, dripping water onto your floor mats. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you as you reach into the backseat and pull out a towel.

You toss it at him without looking, focused on pulling back into traffic. “Dry your hair before you get sick.”

Jeonghan stares at the towel, then at you. “Did you—”

“I always keep one in my car,” you interrupt, as if reading his mind. “For emergencies.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh, rubbing the towel over his damp hair. “So, I’m an emergency now?”

“You’re definitely something.” You shake your head, smiling to yourself. “I don’t know why I bother with you.”

But you do.

You do, every single time.

You didn’t have to come get him. You didn’t have to wait for him at the library, or bring him coffee every morning, or let him cling to you at parties without question.

And yet, here you are.

Jeonghan exhales, pressing his lips together, fingers tightening around the towel in his lap.

His chest feels warm again. Too warm.

He should say something. Should tease you, should make some dumb joke to brush this off like he always does.

But for the first time, he doesn’t.

For the first time, he just sits there, watching you drive, heart pounding against his ribs.

But he doesn’t want to think about how you make him feel.

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The worst time is when he’s sick.

Jeonghan rarely gets sick. He prides himself on that, actually—on having an immune system strong enough to withstand whatever hell Mingyu’s cooking experiments unleash upon their friend group. But now, he’s curled up in bed, utterly miserable, his head pounding and his throat raw.

He doesn’t remember texting you. He’s not even sure if he did. But somehow, you’re there.

The knock on his door barely registers, his brain foggy with fever, but then you’re pushing it open, arms full—plastic bags rustling, a familiar frown on your lips.

“Yah,” you scold immediately, setting everything down on his desk before walking over to him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dying?”

Jeonghan groans, burying his face in his pillow. “Not dying.”

“You sound like you swallowed glass.” You reach out, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead before he can stop you. Your skin is cool against his overheated skin, and it makes him shiver.

You frown deeper. “You’re burning up.”

“I’ll live,” he mutters, voice hoarse.

You click your tongue but don’t argue, instead moving back to the desk, unpacking the bags you brought. Jeonghan watches through half-lidded eyes as you pull out medicine, a bottle of his favorite drink, a container of porridge, and— he freezes, heart stuttering.

You brought the exact brand of honey lemon lozenges he likes. The ones he always complains are overpriced but still buys anyway. His fingers twitch where they rest against his blanket.

“How’d you—” He stops to clear his throat. “You remembered?”

You glance at him, raising a brow. “Of course I did.”

You say it like it’s obvious, as if he’s the weird one for even questioning it. Jeonghan doesn’t know what to say to that, so he stays quiet, watching as you pour medicine into the cap and hold it out expectantly.

He doesn’t complain. Doesn’t make a fuss like he normally would.

He just sits up, takes the medicine, and lets you take care of him.

And this time, he doesn’t try to push the warmth in his chest away, choosing instead to bask in your care, pretending it means more than it does.

But he doesn’t admit that.

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The next time Jeonghan notices it, really notices it, is a week later.

You don’t know it’s happening (not that you ever do). Don’t notice that he’s staring at you from across the table, barely registering Seungcheol’s story about some girl who ghosted him after three dates. Don’t know that something in his brain is shifting—catching on a thought that’s finally fully formed.

He watches the way you laugh at something Mingyu says, how your nose scrunches slightly when you sip your too-sweet drink. Watches the way you lean back in your chair, rolling your eyes at something dumb he said earlier.

He thinks about how easily you fit next to him. How you always have.

And then it hits him.

A slow-burning realization that should’ve hit him years ago.

The reason you always let him steal your food even when you pretend to be annoyed. The reason you text him good morning when you know he won’t wake up until noon. The reason you never let him get away with his bullshit but still let him stay, no matter how insufferable he is.

The reason you look at him sometimes like he’s the only person in the room, like you’d give him the world if he just asked.

The reason you always have.

His stomach flips.

Oh.

Jeonghan blinks. Swallows hard. Tries to ignore the sudden, inexplicable rush of warmth crawling up his neck. Because this—this—should not be happening. He’s Jeonghan. You’re you. His best friend. The one person who never falls for his tricks, never gets caught up in his nonsense.

Except… you do, don’t you?

And he’s been too blind—too stupid—to see it.

“Oh, shit,” Jeonghan mutters under his breath.

Mingyu pauses mid-bite, looking up. “Huh?”

Jeonghan forces a lazy smile, shaking his head. “Nothing.”

But it isn’t nothing.

It’s everything.

And Jeonghan—who has always prided himself on being two steps ahead of everyone else—has never been more terrified in his life because now, he can’t stop noticing.

It’s in the way you always save him a seat, even when the lecture hall is packed. The way you complain about his bad habits but never actually stop him. The way your fingers brush against his when you pass him something, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

It’s in the way he finds himself looking for you first in a crowded room, in the way his teasing has softened without him realizing, in the way his heart stumbles over itself when you laugh at something he says.

It’s in the way you listen to him—even when he’s talking absolute nonsense—nodding along like his words actually matter. The way you remember the smallest things, like how he hates cucumbers or how he always picks the sesame bagel first. The way you instinctively move closer when he nudges you, like it’s second nature, like you don’t even think about it.

And Jeonghan—who has always prided himself on knowing things before anyone else, on seeing things before they happen—is suddenly drowning in a realization that has been staring him in the face for years.

Because it’s not just you.

It’s him, too.

It’s the way he always shifts closer to you on instinct, the way his gaze flickers toward you the second you walk into a room. The way he lets his guard down without thinking, lets you see the parts of him that no one else does. The way he keeps finding excuses to be near you, even when he tells himself he’s not.

It’s the way his hoodie still hangs in your closet because you never gave it back—and he never asked for it. The way he’s memorized the exact rhythm of your footsteps when you walk beside him. The way he never thinks twice about sharing his food with you, even when he swats Seokmin’s hand away for trying the same thing.

The way his heart is racing right now, loud enough that he swears someone else must hear it.

He swallows hard, fingers tightening around his drink.

Because if all of this is true—if he’s been feeling this way without even knowing it—then that means everything has already changed. And he has no idea what to do about it.

Jeonghan feels like he can’t breathe. The noise of the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, the laughter, the clatter of plates—it all feels too loud, too much. His skin is buzzing, his thoughts spiraling, and before he can stop himself, he’s pushing back his chair and standing up.

No one really notices—Seungcheol is too caught up in his story, Mingyu is still chewing—but you do. Of course you do.

Jeonghan mutters something about fresh air and slips outside before anyone thinks to ask questions. The cool evening air hits him like a slap, sharp and grounding, but it does nothing to quiet the way his chest is tightening. He leans against the brick wall, pressing his palms against his eyes, trying to steady himself.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

The door swings open behind him.

“Jeonghan?”

Your voice is gentle, cautious.

He forces himself to relax, dropping his hands and looking at you with the most neutral expression he can manage. “What’s up?”

You step closer, studying him, your brows furrowing. “Are you okay?”

Jeonghan scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You give him a look—the one that tells him you know he’s full of shit. “You just got up and walked out in the middle of a conversation. That’s not normal.”

He shrugs, shifting his weight. “I just needed some air.”

You don’t move. Don’t buy it for a second.

“Jeonghan.” Your voice is softer this time, almost hesitant. “What’s wrong?”

And he could lie– brush it off, smirk, make some dumb joke to change the subject. That’s what he always does. But for some reason, with you standing there, looking at him like that—like you care, like you’re waiting for the truth—he finds that he can’t.

So instead, Jeonghan exhales sharply, shakes his head and looks away. “I think I just realized something really, really big.”

You tilt your head. “What?”

He hesitates– opens his mouth, closes it.

Then—

“It’s nothing,” he says, too quickly. Forces a smirk, even though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Come on, let’s go back before Mingyu eats all my fries.”

You watch him for a moment longer, and he wonders if you can see through him, if you can hear all the things he isn’t saying.

But then, finally, you sigh. “You’re acting weird.”

Jeonghan laughs, bumping his shoulder against yours as he steers you back inside. “I’m always weird.”

You roll your eyes but let him pull you along. And Jeonghan?

Jeonghan wonders if he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life.

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He tells himself it’s fine. Tells himself it was just a weird moment, a fleeting thought, something he can push down and forget about if he just acts normal.

So that’s what he does.

For the next few days, he’s careful– not staring too long when you talk, not lingering when you walk beside him. He keeps things exactly the same—laughs at your complaints, steals your food, teases you like he always has.

But he can’t unsee it now.

Can’t unfeel the way his heart stutters when you smile at him. The way his skin burns when your arm brushes his. He finds himself watching you when you aren’t looking, cataloging all the little things about you that he somehow never realized were his favorite things.

Worst of all—he can’t unsee the way you look at him.

Because now that he’s noticed, he knows.

You’ve always been looking at him like that.

And now it’s killing him.

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It all comes to a head one night when you’re at Seungcheol’s place for a movie night. The room is dim, the couch too crowded, so you end up sitting on the floor between Jeonghan’s legs. It’s normal. You’ve done it a hundred times before.

But tonight, Jeonghan feels every shift, every time you lean against him. Your shoulder against his knee. Your head tilted back against his leg when you laugh at something on the screen. The warmth of you, right there, so close, so easy.

And then—because the universe is cruel—you grab his hand absentmindedly, just to play with his fingers like you always do when you’re fidgeting. But this time, Jeonghan’s entire world tilts on its axis. His breath catches, heart lurches.

And suddenly, all he can think is—I’m so fucked.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, staring at your hand in his, feeling the slow, absentminded way your fingers trace along his knuckles. It’s nothing.

Except it isn’t because now he knows, and knowing makes it unbearable. So he does the only thing he can think of: he pulls his hand away and stands up.

Too fast. Too abrupt.

You blink, looking up at him in confusion as he mumbles something—some excuse that even he knows doesn’t make sense—and makes a beeline for the door. He barely hears the others calling after him, barely registers the cool night air as he steps outside, pressing a hand to his chest like he can physically push down whatever the hell is clawing its way up his throat.

This can’t be happening.

He can’t be acting like this.

But it is, he is.

And then—

The door creaks open behind him.

“Jeonghan?”

Your voice. Soft, uncertain.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a second before forcing a smile and turning around. “Yeah?”

You step closer, arms crossed against the cold. “You’ve been… off these last few days. Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Too quick. Too easy. A lie, and you know it.

You frown, chastising him, “Jeonghan.”

And the way you say his name—like you know him too well, like you can see straight through him—makes his stomach flip. He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I just needed some space.”

You study him, searching his face like you’re piecing together a puzzle only he knows the answer to. “Did I do something?” Your voice is quiet, hesitant, like the idea of hurting him actually hurts you. It almost makes him want to laugh because God, you have no idea.

“No,” he says, too soft, too real. “You didn’t do anything.”

You don’t look convinced, but you don’t push. Instead, you step closer, tilting your head. “Then what is it? I’m worried about you.”

Jeonghan looks at you—the way your brows furrow, the way your lips press together, the way you’re always standing too close but it never mattered until now. He opens his mouth to say something—anything—to push this moment away, to pretend like it’s just another weird, fleeting feeling. But then he looks at you, really looks at you.

Your eyes, wide and trusting, waiting for him to say something that will make sense of whatever the hell happened in there. He takes a step forward, slowly, almost reluctantly, like his body is moving on its own. His arms wrap around you on instinct, like muscle memory, like habit. But when his face finds the crook of your neck and you rub soothing circles into his back, it doesn’t feel like a habit at all. It feels like something else entirely.

Jeonghan pulls back slightly, his hands still lingering on your arms, as if trying to ground himself. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, and he knows he can’t run from it any longer. His heart is beating fast, and he finally asks, his voice tentative, “Do you... do you like me?”

You blink, the question catching you off guard. He’s asked you this before, often asking “what about me” whenever anyone compliments another person. For a moment, it feels like time has paused. He’s looking at you with this vulnerability, this rawness, and it’s both terrifying and comforting at the same time.

“Of course I like you, you’re my best friend.”

Jeonghan’s chest tightens at your words, and his breath catches in his throat. It’s not the answer he was hoping for, not exactly, but he’s not sure what he was expecting either. His heart sinks a little. He didn’t know what kind of answer he wanted, but this... wasn’t it.

“I—yeah, I know,” he says quickly, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly frustrated with himself. He doesn’t know why he feels so nervous now, why it’s suddenly harder to breathe. “But I mean... do you like me more than that? Like, in a way that’s not just... like that?”

There’s a pause as you look at him, and he can’t read your expression, can’t tell if you’re confused or just processing. But your eyes soften as you take in the question.

You tilt your head, trying to make sense of it. “Wait... are you asking if I like you like you?”

Jeonghan nods, a bit sheepish, unable to hide the vulnerability on his face now. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Have I been reading the signals wrong? Am I more than just...do you see me the way I see you?”

For a moment, you don’t say anything. The silence stretches, and Jeonghan feels his heart racing, anxiety curling in his stomach. He regrets even asking, but he can’t bring himself to back out now. Finally, you take a step closer, a smile tugging at your lips, though it’s a little teasing. “And what if I do?”

The words hit him harder than he expected, and for a moment, Jeonghan just stands there, blinking at you, his mind scrambling to catch up. He wasn’t ready for that answer. He wasn’t prepared for the shift in the air between you.

“Well,” he says, frowning. “Do you?”

You laugh softly, but there’s no mocking in it, just warmth. “I think you’re a little slow, Jeonghan. I don’t know how much more obvious I could’ve been. I’ve liked you for years.”

Jeonghan’s breath catches, and for a split second, he feels lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sudden clarity. His heart thuds in his chest as you step closer, and there’s a quiet intensity in your gaze that makes everything feel like it’s falling into place.

“You...” He’s still struggling to get the words out, his mind still spinning, but this time, it’s not confusion that’s holding him back. It’s something else entirely. “I didn’t know.”

You smile again, shaking your head and stepping just a little closer until there’s barely any space between you. “Well, I wasn’t exactly going to say it first, was I?” you tease, but there’s something deeper in your voice now. “You’ve been my best friend for how long now? I’ve seen you turn down hundreds of women.”

Jeonghan reaches out, his hands trembling just slightly as he gently cups your face in his palms, searching your eyes for any hint of doubt. “But... you’re different.” He whispers, his voice low but steady.

You lean into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. “Am I?”

He nods and you smile, causing warmth to spread across his chest. “What does this mean?” He asks hesitantly. Sure he’s been in plenty of relationships before, but he didn’t care about any of them like he cares about you because, like he said, you’re different.

“It means you’re an idiot for taking this long,” you say with a grin. “But it also means I don’t have to wait anymore.”

Before he can say another word, you close the space between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, slow kiss. It wasn’t urgent. There’s no rush, no pushing– just the slow pull of two people who had been waiting for this moment for far too long. Your lips are gentle, testing at first, as if asking for permission. And he gives it, deepening the kiss with a quiet intensity as your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss feels like a quiet promise, an unspoken exchange of everything you’ve never said. Your lips part, and he follows, the kiss turning softer, more tender as he tries to memorize every inch of you. He cups your cheek as if you’re something delicate, something worth protecting. Because you are.

It feels like time is suspended, like there's nothing else but the warmth of your mouths, the softness of your hands. Every part of him is alive with sensation, heart racing faster with each passing moment. He can feel your pulse, too—faster now, matching his.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, both of you smiling, hearts racing.

“How did you put up with me? I was such an idiot.” Jeonghan says softly, his voice full of affection, but also amusement.

You laugh, your fingers tracing his jawline. “Nothing out of the ordinary. And hey, even dumbasses deserve love.” You say, giving him a peck on the lips.

The sound of a door creaking open behind you breaks the moment, and you pull away reluctantly, both of you still close, but now acutely aware that you’re no longer alone. The sound of Seungcheol’s voice filters through the hallway. “Hey! You two coming back in or what? We need someone to help pick the next movie!”

You glance at Jeonghan, both of you smiling, the weight of the world feeling just a little lighter now. He laughs quietly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks at you, a bit sheepish.

“Guess we should probably... go back,” you say with a grin.

He nods, still unable to wipe the smile off his face. “Probably, yeah. Or we could go over to my place instead?”

You just laugh, shaking your head, “Maybe next time, loverboy,” you say, dragging him back to the living room, this time snuggling up next to him under a blanket. Your hand rests on his thigh, trancing slow patterns absentmindedly onto the skin and making a shiver go down his back. It’s not the first time you’ve done this–heck you were fidgeting with his hand before he left–but this time is different. Because now you both know. Jeonghan tries his best to focus on the movie, he really does, but all he can think about is the softness of your lips on his, the way you tugged at his hair when he licked into your mouth, the way your hand feels so good as it squeezes his thigh.

Nope.

Nope nope nope nope nope.

He grabs your hand, flipping it up to interlock his fingers with yours because he is not about to get hard. You gently squeeze his hand, resting your head on his shoulder. He’s hyper-aware of how your hand slots perfectly with his, how you fling your legs over his own. When he glances over at you and sees a mischievous glint in your eye so often found in his, he knows he’s screwed.

And god does he love it.

It’s a running joke between your friends that Jeonghan can never last more than two hours, whether it’s drinking, socializing, or partying, after two hours Jeonghan will clock out. He manages to make it through three hours of your teasing as the movie plays in the background. He doesn’t know what's happening in the movie, and quite frankly, couldn’t give any less of a fuck. Not when he’s endured your breath ghosting over his neck, your weight shifting on him slightly too much for it to be innocent, for three. Whole. Hours.

Yawning and pretending to stretch when the movie is paused for a bathroom break, he stands up, allowing the blanket to fall from his lap and enjoying your complaint at the sudden cold.

“Alright,” Jeonghan announces, rubbing at his eyes dramatically. “I think that’s my cue to head out.”

A chorus of groans follows. “Dude, the movie isn’t even over,” Minghao complains, arms crossed.

“You do this every time,” Jihoon adds, unimpressed.

Jeonghan sighs. “It’s not even that good.”

“Bro, it’s nominated for like, five academy awards.” Vernon guffaws.

Jeonghan shrugs, entirely unbothered.

You roll your eyes but don’t move from your spot on the couch. “You’re so predictable.”

He hums, tilting his head at you. “I’m consistent, there’s a difference.” He grabs your hand, attempting to tug you up. “Come on, let’s go.”

You blink at him, feigning innocence. “Where am I going?”

“Home. With me. So we can escape these idiots. Duh.”

A pillow flies in Jeonghan’s direction, courtesy of Seungkwan. “We can still hear you, dipshit.”

Jeonghan easily dodges it before turning back to you with a grin. “Come on.”

You stretch your arms over your head and settle deeper into the couch, smirking at him. “I think I’ll stay.”

Jeonghan stares at you like you’ve just betrayed him. “But who’s going to drive me home?” He pulls his lips into a pout.

“I guess you’ll have to take the bus,” you drag out, watching the way his face scrunches in displeasure, “I want to finish the movie.”

Jeonghan narrows his eyes at you, crouching slightly to be level with your gaze. “But you don’t even care about the movie.”

You shrug. “Apparently it’s nominated for whatever Vernon said. Very interesting stuff.”

“Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath. He drops onto his knees in front of you, leaning against the couch as he complains. “But I wanna go home.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Then go?”

His hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you slightly forward. “Not without you.”

“Jeonghan,” you warn, but it holds no real bite.

He whines, a real, genuine whine that has Jihoon groaning in disgust in the background before tugging you forward to whisper in your ear. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to be with you. Alone. Where I don’t have to share you with all these people.”

You fight a smile. “Wow, I never knew you were so clingy.”

He glares up at you, pout still prominent. “Only for you.”

There’s a beat of silence before you sigh dramatically, running a hand through your hair. “Ugh, fine.”

Jeonghan perks up immediately, eyes glimmering with victory. “Nice!”

You shove at his forehead lightly. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you’re still coming with me,” he sing-songs, standing up and holding out a hand.

You take it begrudgingly, rolling your eyes when he laces your fingers together smugly.

“Bye, quitters,” Seungkwan calls out, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jeonghan doesn’t even spare him a glance, tugging you toward the door with a satisfied grin.

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Jeonghan is not used to being the one squirming, yet here he is, sitting in your passenger seat, fingers twitching against his knee, fighting the urge to run his tongue over his bottom lip, needing something to do.

He’s been watching you for the past fifteen minutes, the way your hands flex on the wheel, the way your brows furrow slightly whenever he shifts in his seat. You’re pretending to be unaffected, as if his presence this close—his breath practically in your space, his eyes raking over you like he’s memorizing every detail—does nothing to you.

It’s almost convincing. Almost.

But Jeonghan knows you too well.

He wonders if you can feel the weight of his gaze as he studies you, cataloging every flicker of your expression, every little movement. The way your lips part slightly when you exhale, the way you press your tongue to the inside of your cheek when the traffic slows.

You’re gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. It makes him smirk.

“You’re staring,” you say, voice clipped.

“Am I not allowed?” he asks, all feigned innocence. He props his chin up on his hand, leaning toward you just slightly, just enough to feel the tension coil even tighter between you.

He watches your fingers tighten just a little more. You don’t look at him. He grins.

“Thought so,” he murmurs, just to be annoying.

You exhale sharply through your nose. “Maybe if you weren’t looking at me like that, it’d be easier.”

“Like what? I’m just looking at my beautiful best friend who happens to be madly in love with me.”

You scoff, shooting him a pointed look, but he just smiles at you, that cute smile he always does when he’s being the picture perfect image of innocence.

He shifts in his seat, lets his hand fall casually onto your thigh. The reaction is instant—your muscles tense, just for a second, but he notices. He always does.

You don’t shove him off. You don’t even flinch. He lets his thumb move, tracing small, slow circles against the fabric of your jeans. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to be felt. Enough to make you react.

“Jeonghan,” you warn.

He hums, fingers pressing just a little firmer. “What?”

“You’re distracting me.”

He exhales a quiet laugh. “Wonder what that must be like.” He muses.

The car slows to a stop at a red light, and for the first time, you turn to face him fully. Your eyes meet his, and god, it’s enough to make his stomach twist. There’s a challenge there, a silent push and pull that makes Jeonghan wonder who’s going to break first.

Just as he’s about to push further, you grab his wrist.For a brief moment he worries that he’s gone too far, made you uncomfortable enough to shove him off, but you don’t. Instead you just turn his hand upwards to intertwine your fingers the way he did before.

“Behave,” you say simply.

And then you’re driving again, like nothing happened.

Jeonghan blinks. His mouth parts slightly, caught somewhere between shock and amusement, and he lets out a quiet chuckle, leaning back into his seat. His knee bounces slightly—he hates how much you affect him. (No, he doesn’t.)"

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As soon as his apartment door closes, your mouth is on Jeonghan’s. Your lips move urgently against his as he smiles into the kiss. When you tilt his chin to deepen it, pushing your tongue into his mouth, he makes a sound he didn’t know he was capable of– something between a whimper and a groan that screamed neediness.

“Angel,” He whines against your lips, hands running up and down your body as he pushes you harder against the door, slotting a leg between your thighs. Your fingers tug at his hair deliciously, soft lips contrasting the way they devour him. You grind against his thigh, sighing at the friction,your hands trailing down his body to tug at his shirt. You break apart so he can tug his shirt off, your hands leaving goosebumps as they trail across the newly exposed skin.

You break the kiss, trailing kisses across his jaw and down his neck, sucking marks onto his collarbone that have his mind reeling, “Please,” His hands squeeze your waist tighter, he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for anymore, all he knows is that he needs more; more of your touch, your lips, your smell, you, you, you.

You smile against his skin, your breath making him shiver as it fans across the wet patch of skin you had been ravishing, “Aww, Hannie,” you coo, “are you getting impatient baby?” Your hips grind into his thigh again and he lets out a shaky breath.

Witchcraft, he decides, is the only explanation to whatever spell you have him under. He nods frantically, hips involuntarily thrusting forward when you chuckle, lifting your face back up to his. The look in your eyes is a cross between adoring and down right evil as you kiss his lips languidly before moving towards his ear, “Think about how I’ve felt all this time.”

The whispered words get lost in his soft groans as you continue to kiss him, grinding harder on him and whimpering against his skin. Suddenly you’re pushing him, not separating your lips as you force him to walk backwards. You know his apartment like the back of your hand– even helped him unpack his moving boxes when he first bought it– so it’s no surprise that you lead him to the bedroom without a hitch, clothes falling off somewhere along the way until you’re standing in front of him, clad in a white set that-

Wow.

If Aphrodite exists, you must be blessed by her, he thinks (not wanting to eternally damn you by saying you rival her beauty—although he definitely wouldn’t say you don’t). The lace hugs your curves perfectly, small bows accentuating every beautiful—fuck, he doesn’t even know what he’s thinking anymore because you just look that good. Jeonghan doesn’t even realize he’s reaching for you, hands hovering in the air between you as if he's scared you’ll disappear if he touches you.

You reach out your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, pushing until he falls back onto the bed before climbing on top of him. You thread your fingers through his hair as you straddle him, kissing him slowly, grinding against his hardness through his boxers. The feeling has his eyes closing, needy groans escaping his lips before he can stop them.

“My pretty baby,” you whisper against his lips, hands tugging in his hair to give you access to his throat again, licking and sucking marks in ways that have his back arching off the bed. Your hands run up and down his torso, hips grinding harder against his prompting a string of curses to escape him as he grabs your hips—to stop you or push you against him more, he doesn’t know. “So needy for me, huh? Who knew that behind your teasing facade you were really just a brat?”

Does Jeonghan have a degradation kink? He didn’t think so until this moment, when his hips buck into yours involuntarily with a whine. “Angel, please, I—I need you.” He practically sobs when you start to climb off him, settling yourself on the bed and spreading your legs open. Jeonghan rushes towards you, breath catching in his throat at the sight of a damp spot in the center of your panties.

He settles himself between your legs, leaving marks on your inner thigh before nuzzling himself against your covered core. The sound of your breath hitching makes him chuckle as he presses a wet kiss directly over the damp fabric, “And you said I was needy.” He mutters, bringing a hand up to slide your panties to the side of your corce, practically drooling at the clear string of liquid that connects them. Unable to help himself, he licks at your entrance lightly, humming at the taste and the way your legs quiver next to him.

“You’re lucky I love you because if there’s one thing you were right about, it's that I am a tease. But tonight?” Jeonghan starts rubbing slow circles over your clit, “Tonight, I’m going to have you shaking under me.” With that, he rids you of your underwear completely before diving into your heat. Your hands once again shoot to his hair, pushing his face further against you as he eats your pussy like it’s his last meal on death row.

“Shit, Hannie, nggh.” You whine above him, moans getting higher in pitch as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly, “Fingers, please– fuck, please.” He isn’t one to deny you when you beg so cutely for him, reveling in the way your pussy practically sucks his finger in. He can feel how tight your walls are, slipping another finger in with ease because of how wet you’ve gotten. All for him. He curves his fingers into a spongy spot that has your back arching off the bed, proceeding to target the spot while attacking your clit with his tongue. The sounds coming from above him is music to his ears, all of his senses taken over by you as he feels you break around him. He doesn’t stop, drinking your juices and bringing you to another high just as quickly, until you’re quivering around him.

He slows down, not stopping but giving you time to catch your breath when you pull him away, bringing his lips back up to yours, not caring that you can taste yourself on his lips. You make quick work of your bra, throwing it to the side somewhere and Jeonghan can’t help but ogle. He sits up, dragging his hands up your bare body and resting them just below the swell of your chest. Slowly, he connects his lips to the skin, closing his eyes as one hand goes to fondle the other. Your hips start moving against his again, sweet moans coming from both of you. Eventually you push him back to the bed so you can appreciate the sight of Jeonghan, face flushed, hair splayed across the pillow behind him, lips parted.

With each rock of your hips, Jeonghan moans louder. Your movements get faster and faster, and so do Jeonghan's moans, the whimpers only making you need him more.

He can hardly stand it, gripping your hips as tight as he can, trying to hold himself back, but the pressure feels so good, and you look so angelic as you rub your bare pussy against him.

You grab his hair and pull his head back. "Fuck," he chokes, looking down at where you're grinding against him. You feel his cock twitch inside his pants, and switch your pace to a quicker rhythm, grinding harder as Jeonghan's eyes darken under you.

He grabs your hips tightly, goes still, and lets out a low whine. You feel his hips jolt beneath you, and you pause. His face is flushed a deep pink all the way to his neck.

You stare in disbelief. Jeonghan hides his face in your neck, holding your body close. You look beneath you, a dark spot forming in Jeonghan's boxers.

"Aw, Hannie," you pull his face from your neck, looking him in the eyes. "My sweet, sweet Hannie." You smile and kiss him slowly, full of adoration and love. You kiss down his neck, making way towards his dick before finally sliding onto your knees on the floor between Jeonghan's legs. You press a kiss to the wet spot in his boxers, looking him directly in the eyes as you do, and feeling him twitch against your lips.

You gently pull his cock out of his underwear, shocked to see him covered in his own cum. He twitches at the contact, sensitive.

"Fuck, you’re perfect."

You teasingly stroke his length and watch him twitch when your thumb runs over the tip. “Please,” he looks up at you through his lashes, pleading, "I need you."

Those words are all you need to hear before planting your legs on either side of him, reaching between your bodies and wrapping your hand around Jeonghan's length. You glide the tip along your entrance, soaking him in your arousal before lowering your hips to slide him inside you. Loud moans escape both of you at the sensation of him filling you. He says your name like a prayer, hands rubbing circles on your hips, not knowing if it’s to ground you or himself. You slowly lift yourself up before sitting back down quickly, loving the way Jeonghan’s head falls to the side. "Shit, pretty. So perfect for me, god."

His grip on your hips gets tighter as you pick up speed, your pussy squeezing around him as if it never wants to let him go. All thoughts are wiped from his brain when you start kissing him through moans, whispering in his ear about how good it feels, how much you love him. He can feel you getting closer, your cunt pulsating with every roll of your hips. He brings a hand to your clit, starting to rub circles when you break, bringing him over the edge with you.

Your body collapses over Jeonghan's, shaking slightly as you come down from your high. Although he’s not in a much better state, he flips you onto your back, slipping out of you despite your protests and appreciating the way his cum drips out of your hole. He makes his way to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to clean you up a little until he notices you awkwardly waddling in after him. He’s unable to stop the laugh that bubbles in his chest, making you pout as you sit on the toilet to let the cum drain out of you.

Jeonghan leans over, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, and he can’t help but notice how beautiful your smile is—how it lights up your face and his days.

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Epilogue:

Jeonghan doesn’t change. He still steals your food, still drapes himself over you like a cat when he’s tired, nuzzles into your shoulder and complains that you’re too warm when it’s his fault for climbing all over you in the first place. He still teases you mercilessly, grinning that lazy, adorable infuriating smile whenever you roll your eyes at him.

What’s changed is that now, you kiss him to shut him up. And Jeonghan—who spent so long hiding behind his charm, his easy confidence—doesn’t even try to stop you. If anything, he leans into it. Leans into you.

Now, on mornings before class, he walks in with you through the doors of the coffee shop, one arm wrapped around your shoulder as he complains about how early it is, burying his face in the side of your neck. He picks you up in the rain, stays late at the library with you, and drives you home—like it's second nature.

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velvet4510 · 2 months ago

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A Defense of Snow White’s Prince Florian

“He kissed a random corpse in the forest!”

“He’s preying on a child!”

“He stalked her!”

Please, please, you guys, I’m begging you to actually WATCH the original Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

WATCH.

THE.

MOVIE.

Because the Prince kissing Snow White is, to me, one of the most heartbreaking scenes in Disney history.

And here’s why.

First of all, the Prince is clearly close to Snow White’s age. He is both drawn and voiced as very youthful. He looks and sounds about 16 or 17, at the oldest. He is NOT a “predator”. He’s a boy who loves a girl, like in any good fairy tale.

Secondly, the Prince meets Snow White early in the movie. She’s NOT a complete stranger to him at the end. And their first meeting is significant. The Evil Queen makes a big deal out of Snow White’s looks, being “the fairest of all”, etc. But the Prince is first drawn to Snow White’s VOICE. He’s captivated by her singing and her kindness to the birds. He sees beyond her looks. He sees past the rags she wears and recognizes that this is a good person, a beautiful person on the inside. Then when she’s startled by him, he’s very polite and soft-spoken, apologizing for frightening her. He’s a total gentleman. Then he serenades her, letting her know how much he admires her. (Words that she has NEVER heard from ANYONE else in her life, by the way.) Then he even smiles at and is kissed by a dove that lands on his finger, hinting he has a connection with animals somewhat like hers.

And then there’s a fade to black. So we actually don’t know if she came out again, if they talked for a while. Maybe they didn’t, but maybe they did. The film doesn’t clearly tell us one way or another. But there is a possibility that they did get to know each other a little there. And if they didn’t, something is still beginning between them. They share warm smiles and affectionate looks. They both feel it, and they both hope to pursue it.

Then Snow White finds out her stepmom wants her dead and has to run away. Which means the Prince noticed her absence.

And the narrative text later tells us that he “searched far and wide” for her after she disappeared. (This guy walked so Fiyero could run, let’s be real.) Imagine the person you’ve been thinking about, hoping to get to know, wondering if they may be the one, suddenly vanished without a trace. And she’s the Princess of your neighboring kingdom. And then the Queen of the same kingdom also suddenly disappears. Wouldn’t you be alarmed? There’s a chance the huntsman may have gone to the Prince’s kingdom for help, and warned him of the Queen’s horrible actions. There’s also a chance that the Queen already had a bad reputation in the area, and the disappearances were a confirmation of what was already suspected. So the Prince nobly tries to find out what happened to his newfound love, worried about her safety. Snow White sings about her hope that she will see him again and tells the dwarfs about him … but the full truth of the situation is that he’s been thinking about her too. It’s a mutual young first love, pure and innocent.

Then the Prince FINALLY finds his beloved… in a coffin. After a “far and wide” search, there she is, apparently DEAD! All his hopes and wishes for a possible relationship with her are dashed. A 17-year-old who once dreamed of reuniting with his first love has just found her dead. He knows absolutely nothing about the poisoned apple’s spell or its cure. He doesn’t know a kiss will save her. He thinks she’s gone. Forever. All he knows is that he has found the girl he loves too late, and he couldn’t help her, despite all his searching. So, he kisses her goodbye. He kisses her as an apology, a sign of regret for lost dreams, a chance that he seems to have been denied. A 2-second touch of her lips to show his devotion. Then he bows his head and grieves.

This moment demonstrates than in him, Snow White has found the genuine love she’s been yearning for. While her stepmother tried multiple times to murder her, now she has someone who genuinely values her, so much so that he searched everywhere to find her when she went missing. Who was so heartbroken and crushed at the notion that she was gone forever that he gave her what he thought was a goodbye kiss, his one and only way of showing what she meant to him before he became haunted by the ghost of her memory, of his failure, of his lost chance at love.

This is a deeply and tragically romantic moment that has sadly been widely misunderstood. Do not slander Prince Florian! He doesn’t deserve it!

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screampied · 7 months ago

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❛ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ HARLEYS IN HAWAII ❜ g. satoru

☆ sum. it’s been almost a year with your sugar daddy and as a candied sweet surprise, he takes you on his private yacht. although—the thing that’s even sweeter is the ‘love’ chocolates you both try just for fun. after all, satoru’s always had a sweet tooth.

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), unprotected, aphrodisiac chocolates, marathon séx, praise, dirty talk, overstim, dry humping, feral gojo, fīngering, cervīx mentions, cunnilīngus, spīt, hair pulling, size kink, premature ejac, breedīng, petnames.

➤ sd!gojo masterlist.

“ah ah, no peekin’ sweetheart,” a husky voice purrs near the nape of your neck. your plump lips curl into a pout as he’s making you drag your feet toward wherever he was taking you to. the air felt coolly warm, so much so that it was humid. satoru told you to wear something comfortable and warm, specifically a sundress. “there we go, jus’ a few more steps. good girl,” and the rubber bottoms of your flip flops stomp against something hard—you’re assuming the rising platforms were stairs. your ears perk and twitch a bit at the sound of crashing waves and you start to grow curious.

“are you—”

“shhh, quiet baby,” he shushes you, and you feel various designer cold band of his rings dance against your skin. again, once you step into what seems to be some wooden platform, he stops you from walking, turning you to face another way. big hands cover over your eyes and your own hands before he gives your cheek a soft chaste kiss. “m’kay, ready to see your surprise?”

with a nod, he removed his palms from your face and your eyes widen at the revealed sight. a yacht, not just any yacht though, but a private one — the satoru gojo yacht that was probably worth millions. it was huge in person, and you don’t even realize the two of you are both in the middle of the ocean until seconds later. “satoru,” you sheepishly say, feeling a wave of butterflies thump through your heart. the older man’s got the cheekiest grin and he takes off his sunglasses, putting them over your face. “when you said ‘surprise’ i thought you meant like new earrings or something.”

“i can always give you those too,” he strokes your cheek, watching as you fail to maintain direct eye contact. despite having the tinted expensive lenses protect your eyes from the sun, it still shined bright—making you squint a little. satoru’s voice pitches low before he playfully lifts you up, fixing the back of your sundress. “but sweetheart, this weekend’s just about you ‘n me,” and once your arms cling onto him, he starts walking near the lower part of the rumbling yacht. “besides, i have one more surprise to show you. felt like spoilin’ you a bit more today.”

you were quite literally living in luxury. .

as if the outside of the yacht wasn’t breathtaking, just wait until you saw the master bedroom.

despite how you were slowly starting to get accustomed to this lifestyle, his lifestyle—you couldn’t help but be amazed at such royalties being given to you. his yacht was even prettier inside, but this was the norm for satoru. and with him, he had no problem sharing his luxuries with you, his favorite girl.

just for you and no one else.

but you couldn’t think but get trapped in your mind at certain thoughts plucking through your brain. you started to wonder what would have happened if satoru was never a passenger of first class when you used to work as a flight attendant.

you’d constantly wonder the what if’s, but of course you were always always grateful. it’s one of the many thing’s satoru liked about you, how you were always thankful without even saying it. you’d show it, even going far as to giving him gifts.

“imagine we lived here,” satoru hums, leaning back against the satiny cushioned pillows. the entire room was spacey, with rose-gold paint covering the walls. he brushes a thumb over his cocktail glass as he sits on the burgundy sofa. the slick floor’s a sheeny beige color, and in the background, played some old vintage noir.

‘sunset boulevard’, one of satoru’s favorites.

he preferred lots of silent films and adored more than anything when the two of you would watch them together. he’s got on a silk red robe, twirling a bit of his white shown chest hair with a finger. “life on the water. sounds romantic, yeah?”

“what if we drowned, ‘toru,” you mumble, stepping out of the bathroom. the floor was made of slick glass crystals that made up the smooth texture, and you then pause—staring at the white haired man. he’s pretty, manspread and laid back with his hair slickly parted. ever since he’s met you, he grew his hair out a little and it slightly flows near his shoulders a bit. still unkempt and parted, it gives him a more maturely modern look.

his dimples poke near the inside of his cheeks before he simpers. “princess, we won’t drown,” and he sets aside his glass. satoru’s bright eyes linger toward your sundress—one of the many he’s bought you within in the past month.

it fit perfectly, it’s a cerulean blue color that almost matches his eyes.

if it was anything he liked, it was to pick out your outfits, and of course—he’d let you do the same for him. “phew,” he whistles, eyeing you carefully. “you look gorgeous. like always,” he murmurs, averting his eyes away from the screen and now giving you his uninvited attention. your plush thighs cling together before you feel the room of the yacht grow abnormally warm. “oh, right. the other surprise i wanted to show you, c’mere.”

“okay,” you mumble, making your way toward him. satoru slouches back against the cushioned sofa, spreading his legs even wider. slut, he knew what he was doing with his robe slit halfway open, exposing his growing chest hair. a snowy white curl of hairs glue against his chest and you gawk further down toward his lengthy happy trail. god, you found yourself swallowing thickly the more you stared and you could see the smug grin forming against his thin lips. “what . . is it?”

“i remember a few weeks ago you said you wanted to try tabs chocolate,” satoru mumbles, and you watch as he pulls out a thin black cover of rich chocolate. your eyes widened.

he remembered?

you stare at the pricey covered casing, already smelling the cocoa from the wrap. it was true . .

you teased satoru about wanting to try tabs chocolate one day, just to see if it was really real. you were curious on if the chocolate really could help invigorate and arouse people in the bedroom. satoru shrugs, glancing at the cursive writing displayed on the candy. “. . so, i got it for us both. i don’t think it really works, by the way.”

with an eye roll, you plop down on his lap. a beefy arm snakes around your waist before you grab the slim package. “i checked the ratings online. ‘m pretty sure it works, satoru,” and he gives you a complacent nod with his hands raising teasingly. calling your bluff quietly, he watches you tear the plastic all the way open. his eyes follow your fingers and how they swiftly drag away at the nearly wrapped material. once everything’s removed, it’s an entire dark chocolate bar with three perfectly attached squares. even the smell was arousing. “do you wanna try it at the same time?”

“how ‘bout you feed it to me,” satoru coos, and you feel what you think is his leg prodding underneath you. “i’ll feed you yours, sweetheart.”

damn, even his sentences sounded vaguely dirty.

you felt a lump grow in your throat before you blink thrice, holding up the bar of candy. “f. . fine,” you huff, and you watch as his perfectly parted lips sprawl apart. at the same time, you both slowly feed each other a small bite of the chocolate. the moment the rich taste of maca cocoa and sugar falls onto your salivating tastebuds, you let off a soft hum. it’s sweet, but you remember reading online that the effects would take a good twenty to thirty minutes to kick in.

satoru chews it, swallowing it and he scoffs. “honey, i think you just got scammed. nothing’s happening—”

famous last words. .

because not even thirty minutes later, satoru finds himself dived nose-first right between your legs.

he’s feral, on his knees for you and all. usually, satoru would shower you with lots of foreplay, kissing down your neck, your thighs, every part and inch of your body — but now, he couldn’t.

not when he felt so hot, his body felt like it was it was scorchingly on fire. and of course, satoru being satoru just had to lick your fingers after you fed him his single piece of chocolate.

you’re laid up on the sofa now, whimpering with a hand digging through his shaggy white locks.

satoru’s the most deranged he’s ever been, and you’ve seen him feral for you in more ways than you could count. he’s laying his tongue flat, lapping up your sweet folds, still tasting the chocolate on his tongue with the mixture of your own slick.

“f- fuuuck,” he’d huff, feeling his heart beat thump through his ears. it was barely even a big bite and he was like this. you couldn’t help but imagine how he’d be if he ate the entire bar.

you’re moaning, glancing out the window and taking in the breathtaking view of the dancing choppy waves staring right back at you. a pretty serene canvas of rotating waters—you found yourself getting lost at the sea, gazing at how the waters would violently crash against the bottom of the yacht. it’s a mesmerizing view. after a while, your eyes move back down toward satoru who’s still between your legs. he’s lowly groaning, slowly rutting his hips into the edge of the sofa. “ ‘s like the candy makes you taste sweeter.”

“don’t stop s- satoru,” you moan, making sure to keep a firm grip on his head. his pretty lashes were closed shut whilst he’s swirling counterclockwise circles against your puffed clit.

fuck, you felt a gasping shriek snatch out from the back of your throat once you felt him starting to suck. he was always messy - always.

tangled strings of saliva would dribble down past the corners of his lips, flopping onto your sweet cunt. satoru had the kind of tongue where you’d feel him everywhere.

he flicks it around everywhere, spelling out every letter of his name before spitting on it, licking it up directly afterwards. a palm smears his bubbling saliva before he laps it up again, thrusting his tongue in and out. “ooooh,” you’d squeal, feeling him wrap his mouth around your pussy. you’re twitching inside every few seconds and he feels your cute dramatic pulses. beryl blue eyes that blissfully shine against the sunlight flicker up at you briefly and he’s got that same smug grin again.

“mphm, pull on it,” he grunts, and you whine once he traps your swollen clit between his teeth, holding your throbbing nub hostage. satoru can feel himself getting more and more hard, all because of the sweet melodic sounds that left from your lips.

both lips, on one end you’re hysterically moaning and the next, you’re squelching repeatedly.

his favorite thing to listen to—satoru’s favorite place out of all the places he’s taken you to, had to be between your thighs.

at his words, you weakly give him a soft tug, grabbing a nice handful of his perfect locks and he gets tugged forward. “good girl,” he huskily grumbles, resuming to lick two long stripes up and down against your cunt. forever more, he’s savoring your syrupy taste that lingers on his tongue and dribbles from the chin down, moaning from the aftertaste of the chocolate that just won’t go away. “god, this view’s even prettier than the ocean,” he licks his lips, and you feel yourself pulsate once he breaks away for a split moment to catch irregular breaths.

satoru swipes a thumb over his naturally glossed lips, whistling against your pussy just to feel your sensitive nub throb on his tongue even more.

“oh, she’s a cutie,” he rasps, white brows pursing together. he pulls out two long fingers, preparing to delve them inside. “so pretty ‘n all soaked just for me,” and you moan, your thighs curling around his shoulders. squiiish, the moment he’s easing his lengthy thin fingers inside, you gush out a bit right on him. you were indeed wet . . sopping.

you were already a bit drenched from before, and with the chocolate, you felt even more aroused. it felt like being on a rush - a sugar rush.

satoru huskily coos, delicately curling his fingers further inside before he reaches your g-spot within just two inches of a stretch. “there it is, there’s my other favorite girl.”

“sato—fuucckk,” you drag out your pathetic words, gradually moving his head to side against your sopping cunt with one hand. he’s got his mouth full, stuffed, and his entire face was just flushed from being squished between your thighs. “like that, s- suck my clit, baby.”

“baby, huh?” he mocks your sudden pet name, feeling your fingers comb through his messy frosted strands. embarrassment washes over you and he chortles, finding your reaction to his teasing downright adorable. you whimper as he’s still vigorously scissoring long twin digits inside of you. as your stomach submissively caves in, you start to gnaw on the bottom of your lip. “aw, don’t be shy. i like bein’ called petnames too, y’know,” he whispers against your cunt, watching how easily you soak up both fingers.

your folds couldn’t help but drool. streams of your own slick cascade down between the crevices of your thighs and coat the entirety of his fingers.

with a rosy flat tongue, he slurps you clean, taking every few seconds to pull his fingers out - only to push them right back in.

as your eyes squeeze shut, you start to feel your teeth clench and shatter together from the rhyming pressure.

there, once the fat tips of his fingers poke against your g-spot again, and again, and again. .

that was all it took for you to let off a cute three second shriek. abruptly, a sharp twisting coil snaps within you and he feels your thighs turbulently shake within his feeble grasp.

“fuck, fuck,” you whine, feeling his lukewarm breath continue to ghost against your clit. you couldn’t stay still for the life of you—it was as if every muscle in your body snapped once you came, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.

“ohmygodohmygod,” you ramble, and satoru’s still flicking his tongue against your sobbing slit.

you’re making a mess out of him and he’s eating it up - like always. his pointed chin’s got such a pretty glimmer of shine all thanks to your glimmering slick running down. with a echoing ‘pop’, he slides his fingers out of your cunt, stretching his digits further apart just to see how your sap glues against them. “ngh, s- satoru you’re so nasty.”

“only nasty for you, sweetheart,” he cheekily whispers, leaning further in to give your cunt one single kiss.

it’s a soft passionate smooch that makes you throb against his lips. only satoru gojo could make out with your pussy right between your thighs. you’re speechless—you could feel yourself still shaking from your recent orgasmic release, the ringing in your ears never subsiding.

satoru’s pretty azul eyes remain fixated on your wet cunt before he gives it one final suck of departure. “mmph,” and his growing white stubble starts to drench even more all because of your sweet slickness that smears against your the lower part of his face. “fuck, ‘m still hungry. ‘s not enough.”

as your legs twitch and remain spread apart, you’re gasping for air as you watch him take breaths of his own to collect himself. “don’t pout,” he huffs, sitting up to close the distance between you both. with his hair all ruffled and tangled—he grinds himself into you. “oh. you want a taste too, pretty?”

“y- yeah,” you nod with droopy eyes, feeling the same amounts of sheer heat.

satoru’s flushed just as much as you, and it seems like as he’s leaning into you, he’s moving in slow motion. once his lips crash onto yours, you moan into his mouth.

he wastes no time shoving his tongue down your throat, pulling on the straps of your sundress. you feel a wolffish grin curl against his lips once his tongue delves even further into your mouth, feeling you part your own away. satoru can’t help but grind against your warm body, feeling your legs hook around his waist. even the touch—the skin against skin makes you both even more hotter. it’s like static rubbing off against each other, and you were about to feel yourself short circuit any minute.

“fuck, ‘toru,” you whimper between sultry sloppy kisses, loud teeth smacking and clashing together. you slowly drag a hand down his hairy chest, twirling a frosty strand around your finger.

the taste — it’s candied sweet.

the rich cocoa still lingers on both twisting tongues and you moan, feeling him nip his teeth near your lip. “you’re perfect,” he gruffly purrs, his voice having its same deep rasp. his kisses become more and more filthy and rough and he playfully licks underneath your chin. “mhm, woman you drive me crazy.”

satoru was still very much hard though—very.

you could feel his boner poke from his robe, it must’ve felt painful.

he was so hard, it outlines against the silky woven fabric the more he grinds into you. satoru couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he’s leaving an invisible trail of kisses all down the slope of your neck, sucking against your tender exposed skin. you always tasted sweet than any chocolate he’s ever eaten.

but it’s to his surprise once you lightly push him back against the cushioned sofa.

“hmph! hey,” he falls back, white strands sticking across his perspiring forehead. satoru eyes you with a bewildered look, wondering what’s with the sudden bratty glint shining in your dilated irises. “that was rude, princess. oughta—”

“lie back,” only two words and he was at your very command. satoru couldn’t lie, whenever you had the audacity to give him orders . . he found it hot.

even if it didn’t last that long,

the white haired man slouches back at your command, roving his eyes down your body. he studies the pretty sundress that hugs against your curves and the way you move.

satoru ogles openly as you made your way on top, straddling him before slowly throwing your arms over his broad shoulders. “relax satoru,” you’d breathe, and he groans the moment electrifying friction kneads against his lap. all because of your hips swerving on his raging boner, you cause a spark that ignites within you both. to say you were a ‘mere’ tease was an understatement. “like that, hold my hips baby,” and his big hands gradually move toward your rocking waist. you start to jerk against him real slowly, casually grinding yourself on his lap. you swerved around, guiding his hands to where you wanted them to go.

“oh, s. . sweetheart,” he choked out a nervous laugh, his boner steadily arising underneath his robe.

for a moment, the two of you forget that you’re both on a yacht, surrounded by nothing but smooth pretty bodies of water. it was as if it was only you and him in the entire world. time stood still. it was like you were moving slow, and the more your body moved, the slower time got.

satoru stares at the way you playfully sway your hips against his. he groans, the cloth from his robe that protects his hardened cock continuing to rub against his skin. “you’re killin’ me here. let me touch some more at least.”

“ask nicely,” you lean in closely, pressing a kiss near the left side of his cheek. satoru shivers from your touch, his jaw feeling heavy. such a tease, but that’s what he got for spoiling you rotten.

with a near pout, satoru grumps. “please, sweetheart,” and his big hands glide toward your active waist anyway. “let me touch my pretty girl while she’s movin’ her cute hips on me,” and his playfulness returns within a blink of an eye. you hear the cheekiness in his voice and he leans in to nip a kiss near your neck. “fuckin’ brat.”

“then do something about it.” you whisper with a coy grin, resuming your salaciously addictive movements against his lap. satoru grunts, his brows contorting together in frustration before he grabs your wrists, pinning them up.

satoru’s now got you in a secure grasp and a hand snakes down your waist, giving your ass a soft squeeze. a jiggling nice chunk goes into his palm before he seductively licks up your neck. “i plan to, little girl.”

and he did.

one second you’re on his lap—the next, you’re lightly being slammed on all fours, cheek smushed ruthlessly against the padded sofa.

you squeak out a tiny gasp, feeling him practically tear your sundress apart. satoru groans, staring at your bare ass cheek that’s peeking out of your loose clothing. you’ve got a bratty smile twirling against your lips but it soon fades away once you feel that.

his fat tip—satoru brings it up towards the opening of your sopping cunt, smacking it three times against your folds. “you’ve got some nerve, sweetheart,” he clicks his tongue, hearing your broken whimpers return.

god, even your pussy felt warm against him. fiery electricity surges through you both and he hisses, watching as your pulsating pussy desperately tries to swallow his cock wholly.

he’s so big, you knew it and you didn’t even have to face him directly. all you had to do was feel.

his tip was round and thick, reddened with a rosé flushed color. satoru tosses his head back, feeling your pussy twitch against him as a sloppy greeting of its own.

“heh. she’s so excited,” he breathes through clenched teeth, already breaking a sweat. the yacht continues to slowly create distance in the background but at that point, no one was even thinking about the yacht. “so. fuckin’. wet.”

he smacks his weighty dick against the outside entrance of your pussy, hearing the sloshing whines squawk out of your poor needy folds. as he’s hitting his tip against your cunt, he purposely punctuates his words with tap.

“satoruuuu.” you’d moan, desperately aching for him to just go in already. you wanted it, and the searing heat you felt coursing through your veins just from the chocolate made you throb ten times more.

“i know, baby. i know,” he coos in a rough voice, talking over your whiny babbles. panting heavily,

satoru glances down once his leaking tip finally disappears inside of your drenched cunt. you let off a shaky breath, even going so far as to wriggling your ass back against him just so he could hurry the fuck up.

��tsk. so impatient,” he snickers, velvet straps of his robe skimming against his skin. satoru’s got a bulbous fat curve and with a single hand, he gives his cock a few stroking pumps.

one, two, three . .

he groans once a bit of loose skin from his coral colored frenulum peels back. as he’s stroking himself every few milliseconds, a prodding vein pokes against his palm. bristles of white hairs that glue against his thickset base tickle against his skin.

“mhm, gonna take my time with you. now let’s see that cute arch. just like we practiced.”

moaning, your back raises slightly with your knees cowardly burying themselves into the sofa. “mmph,” and he lightly pushes your head further into the cushion. his tip was so close.

he’s hitting you from behind with his thrusts slowly, on purpose.

he wants to hear those sweet sounds cry out from your lips. satoru grunts once he’s finally going in, thick cock stretching around your elastically stretched walls.

you’re so soft — sweet gummy flesh compressing around him with such ease, wringing him tight like a vice. satoru groans, giving his chiseled hips a single shimmy before pursing his lips together.

“thaaat’s it, hngh. this pussy knows it’s place,” he grouses, and your eyes widen once you feel his plumpish tip delve further between each corner of your slick cunt. he’s fucking thick, and within seconds later he was already inches in.

once his flushing crown disappears inside of your cunt, you whimper once he gives you one single thrust that causes your entire body underneath him to quake. “fuck, ‘s so sensitive,” satoru nearly whines, still feeling tingly from the saccharine flavored treat. he’s panting heavily, mouth dangling open and all. “how’s it feel, sweetheart? ‘m not going too rough, yeah? talk to me.”

“good. feels good, ngh. don’t stop, ‘toru. harder,” you beg, a hand of yours reaching from behind, crawling near your ass. you eye satoru through your blurred peripherals as you turn slightly around and he flashes you a sleazy grin.

that’s the look he makes before he’s about to fuck you stupid,

that’s the look where his eyes were hooded and half lidded, panting heavily like a dog with multiple thin strands of white hair sticking across his forehead.

you were fucked, literally. .

“hah, wasn’t gonna,” he moans, feeling his cock grow insanely sensitive. it was in a way he couldn’t explain—so hot, his head swells up once he starts to move.

as he’s trying to create a decent rhythm with his hips, he’s oscillating deeply into your core. sloppy thrusts pound into you with such carnal vigor that he’s basically humping against your cunt.

every few elongated seconds that dragged out, his tip mercilessly smacks against that target buried deep inside your cunt, striking a perfect bullseye.

‘x’ makes the spot, and his dick always knew where to locate your clit — every single time.

it doesn’t take long before satoru loses it, and he’s losing his momentum. his movements consisted of want and ache.

the head of satoru’s cock was turgid, slowly dragging in and out of your puffed clit as you damp up his entire length. you whimper, feeling the legs of the sofa rattle and jitter from underneath you both. he’s got mean deep strokes that leaves your jaw dropped, toes curled, tummy churning all from how good he’s hitting you.

you’re cutely smothered into the pillows with your mouth just pried open, forming a small gasping ‘o.’

every stroke, every hit, every smack against your ass, you felt like you were on cloud nine - the lewd dirty version no one ever talks about though.

satoru’s got a big hand tracing down the curvature of your waist that later trails down toward your ass. he can’t help but feel against the thin fabric of the sundress, tempted to just rip it off it you. he’d be happy to buy you dozens more anyway.

“fuck me, fuck me satoru,” your eyes roll crisscross, and your entire body feels itself repeatedly ringing from the merciless slaps of skin hitting against each other with determined might to reach his well awaited potency.

he’s bucking his hips against you, watching as tears of sweat start to race down the cracked valley of your ass. “fuck, ‘toru, satoru—ah!”

“heh, sweetheart the walls aren’t soundproof,” satoru playfully bonks the back of your head. your moaning falters, and he chuckles mid-thrust. “aw, don’t be embarrassed,” and you let off a soft gasp once he presses his sharp hips all the way against you. a beefy arm wraps around your neck in a safe hold before he grunts in a husky whisper right up against your ear canal. “ ‘m sure the captain won’t mind, be as loud as you want.”

“s- shit,” you whimper, already starting to feel your thighs struggle to stay afloat. satoru towers over you completely, rutting into you from behind with irregular toe-curling hits.

he’s meanly jackhammering you further into the sofa, the screeching sounds of the seagulls outside growing louder. the loud reverberating claps of skin that roughly ricochet against skin makes your ears ring like bells on a wedding day.

as he’s feeling his cock tighten inside of you, he’s now got you in prone bone. he’s so close to you, hovering his weight behind you with his sculptured hips glued to your ass.

satoru’s thrusts now go slow, slow but deep, making sure you feel, savor, and devour every single inch. “ugh, that spot ‘toru, right fuckin’ there. ‘m close.”

a hand goes over your mouth and you let of a muffled, ‘mmph?’ as he’s still fucking you raw.

satoru’s popping his bulbous crownhead in and out of your stuffed pussy before lowly groaning once coolly air briefly sets against his skin.

“watch that mouth,” and you whimper, feeling his free hand grab near your neglected breasts. you lean into his touch, feeling a bit of your own saliva dribble onto his palm. a thumb of his swipes against your perked nipples that poke through your sundress and you let off a muffled moan. “such a filthy pretty mouth. ‘s a shame,” and he leans in more, licking a stripe near your neck. “i don’t think girls with colorful mouth’s should cum. do you think they should?”

as if on cue, your head raises up and down, doing a cute attempt of a nod as he’s still got your mouth covered. satoru’s still thwacking his fat cockhead into your g-spot continuously until your brain’s short circuiting.

“awww, yeah?” he hums, pressing a kiss near the back of your head. and oh, he’s cocky again, deepening his hits against your core. removing his arm from around your neck, he raises your hips up just a little bit for a more better and thorough angle. “too bad, because i wasn’t talkin’ to you, silly girl.”

and you moan even louder once a rude buck of his hips snaps into you at such untamed speed. you gasp right away, your entire body trembling beneath the sofa. “talkin’ to her,” and as his hand drags down your back, he maneuvers a few circles against your stuffed clit.

you’re whimpering, occasionally glancing out the window. the waves continue to crash against the port side of the yacht background — beautiful.

you’d never get used to the view. the salty smell of the sea wafts against your flaring nostrils as you’re literally being stuffed full of cock, eyes rolling back with your back completely arched. satoru’s so big, splitting you open with his vast mushroom tip so easily. “god, she’s got so much to say today, listen to her cute ‘lil sentences,” and he briefly pulls out, hearing your cunt ‘pop’ out a word or two, wetly squelching from the continuous thrusts.

satoru’s throbbing cock drooled from the sides with seeping white droplets of pre-cum and he groans once he feels himself tightening yet again.

“fuck mee,” and he takes a second to stare at your pretty cunt that’s got your folds slobbering with so much honeyed glistening sap. “aw, she said no,” he teases, dragging a sleazy thumb down your pleading saturated entrance. your mess quickly soaks against his fingertips, making him just as wet as you. satoru feels you writhing against his touch, begging for him to finish and he chuckles. he tsks, wrapping a hand around his shaft before another hand wraps around your neck. hmm. does the pretty baby deserve it? after that ‘lil stunt you tried to pull on me?”

“s- satoru, please,” you moan, feeling your weak legs gradually buckle against the fuzzy furniture. you swallowed whatever pride you had left, feeling your mouth suddenly grow dry as the anticipation grew.

you were so close - right there. practically. gnawing on the bars of your enclosure.

he knew had to tease you, keep you on the edge of your toes. with your ass cutely trying to raise up and move back against him, you let off a sobbing moan. “lemme cum, please. ‘m sorry.”

“no you’re not, sweetheart,” he whispers. aligning himself again between your sniveling slick slit, his wide pink tip leisurely starts to stretch throughout your gummy walls yet again. oh, that part. the way his hefty hanging curve twists its way inside, you felt like you were tasting literal ecstasy. “are ya?”

“no,” you moan, still having a bit of brat left in you.

satoru snickers, the expensive band of his watch gliding against your hip as he holds you in place.

“at least you’re honest,” and you shudder, feeling him lick a long stripe up your sensitive jugular. his girth was so broad and wide, you feel him dip every inch inside of your cunt and you were sure you were gonna break.

he treated you like a doll—specifically a rag doll, tossing you and fucking you where it hits good.

but, fuck was satoru was ruthless.

he’s unapologetically sloppy with his thrusts, making you grind back into his pivoting hips. as his sack hangs back against his loose skin, he smears his lax lips together, groaning at how effortlessly you were squeezing against him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum too, sweetheart,” and as his body’s still pressed right against yours, he hoarsely grunts lowly against your ear. “give it t’ me, make a mess on ‘toru, baby.”

his words poured into your ears like silk, smooth like honey. each sentence he spoke had an effect on you, more than the love chocolates ever did . .

you felt your pussy sporadically convulsing just from his raspy out of breath tone alone.

satoru’s rotund cockhead continues to bruise against your cervix, sloppily kissing around each spot until you’re practically screaming out his name. “louderrr,” he purrs, kissing down your neck once more.

the coarse smacks of skin continue to echo against the walls of the spacious yacht bedroom and satoru grunts.

oh, he’s whipped.

his hips start to slow down by each second, and you feel that pressure within you finally snap. “that’s my girl, thaaaat’s it,” and he talks over your whimpers yet again, creating a wet trail of kisses down your shown shoulder blade. “atta girl, atta fuckin’ girl.”

the both of you groan in unison and after a while, he shortly follows. satoru’s cock was so full, he’s snapping his hips into you at such a wicked speed that you could barely keep up. his stamina was simply unmatched.

you let off a whine and so does he—seeping his teeth into your neck. “hngh, fuckin’ shit.” and as he grabs both of your hips, slowly reeling you back into him - he’s cumming, hard.

thick ropes slowly spurt into you, spraying right near your womb and he lets off the sexiest moan.

it lasts for a good seconds, and it’s like he got defeated — your pussy being the opponent. .

satoru’s washboard abs flex beneath his rope as his head tosses back. it’s an almost growl that leaves his lips. his sensitive tip locks into your tightening entrance, still feeling ribbons of satiny ropes dribble into you at such a snail like pace. it’s so much.

he’s staring to pant more and more as globs of sweat pouring down the sides of his forehead. satoru’s cock shrivels up inside of you and he gives your ass a soft spank. his sweltering hot crown stills itself inside of your cunt as he stays still, lavishing in the sensitivity of both slick mounds enjoy the sticky feelings of fluids combining in lewd felicity. both bodies rut against each other and now it was his turn for his eyes to roll back.

“s- satoru,” you quietly whimper out, feeling the bubbles of creamy wads ooze down between the fat crevices of your thighs.

a lustrously white ring forms around his tender base before he gradually starts to pull himself out. you’re still reclined, feeling your entire body heat up even more. your sundress was still pulled up to your waist and he groans, tugging at the fabric with one hand, another touching his own mess he just created that’s spilling down your thighs.

“such a sloppy girl,” he huffs, out of breath. even still, he’s cumming inside and merrily fills you up to the very brim.

you moan once he slides back in, only to pull his aching tip right back out out. it’s another loud ‘pop’ that resounds through each of your twitching ears.

holding a sharp breath, satoru’s cock slathers itself against your drooling pussy before smacking it against your folds yet again. “look at that, ‘m never gonna get tired of that sight.”

satoru ends up fucking you stupid for hours on his yacht.

in all positions—any position, he moved you toward the bed, folding your poor limbs like a pretzel while his cock continued to massage through your walls by stretching you open. satoru made sure you never forget the barrage he made inside with his lengthy length.

satoru was always whipped for you, but it’s like with the addition of chocolate, it made him ten times more feral. ten times more feral for you.

he’s hungry, you could see the look in his eyes. how his pupils were blown, how he made sure to give you romantically deep yet nasty strokes.

his body would rock against you in sync against your own while the yacht that carried you both continued to judder in the background.

he pumped you full—stuffing you entirely again, and again, and again . . simply put, he was virile.

like he said before, you drove him crazy, and he was starting to think to himself, maybe . . just maybe, you weren’t just his sugar baby anymore.

each time he’d spray a generous amount of cum inside of you, he’d let out a loud guttural groan. he’s weak from how warm you feel from the inside, and your moans for him to keep going only fueled him. satoru’s a literal animal, manhandling your body and fucking you everywhere he possibly could in the master bedroom.

the sofa, the bed, the wall, against the mirror. .

his favorite,

he loved to wrap a hand around your throat, making you stare at your lewd facial expressions right with him. the way your glossed lips would part and your eyes would widen once he makes you stare at the slight bulge that pokes against the lower part of your tummy. he’d serenade something to your ear in a purring deep voice like, “feel me there, sweetheart?” making you touch the exact spot he was hitting.

a pearly stream of his seed dribbles outside of your folds and now, he’s got you in nothing more but an intimate mating press.

“eyes up here,” he rasps a soft panting tone, gently prying your hands away from your face.

he’d just coaxed you through yet another orgasm, and your entire body felt like it just ran a marathon. you were sure by now the effects of the chocolate had worn off for the both of you - it did.

but with satoru, he looked like those many rounds didn’t even faze him. not one.

he’s still lodged inside of your cunt, his tip spitting out thick ropes for the nth time of the night and he groans. your eyes glance down his snowy happy trail and glance at his sharp v-line that’s tensing up from the stimulation. “you . . took me so well,” and he leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips.

“mmf—” your arms wrap around him, entrapping his skin waist with your legs. his toned body rocks itself into you for just a few more times before he steadily pulls out. his flaccid cock rests against your bare tummy and you moan, tasting the last few remnants of sugar that lies on his tongue.

satoru’s heart beats rapidly, and once he opens his eyes to stare at you, he knew you were dangerous.

tresses of white hair glue against your skin once his forehead lightly pressed against yours. within seconds, after he found himself pulling you into another deep kiss, something was different. this time, out of all the kisses you shared with him, you think this one meant something more.

it was far more slow and passionate, his body rocks against yours and he groans in your mouth, feeling your hands scratch down his soft skin. you leave a painting of scratches all down his back, a canvas he can’t wait to look at later.

as your tongue continues to tangle with his, strands of spit form into translucent cobwebs before he starts to suck on your tongue. “god, woman you drive me insane,” and he pulls away, completely out of breath. his pretty lips were all glossed and swollen, and he cups your face. “sweets, i—,” he cuts off, locking eyes with you.

his heart was pounding,

telling him to say it - just say it.

but the way you gave him that look . . your arms remain wrapped around him, limbs tangled with each other and he lets out a soft sigh. delicately, he pulls out and watches you let off a soft moan once you were now clenching around nothing.

“ah,” he shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of your quivering lip. “i . .” and a lump gets caught in his throat.

you strum a thumb against his undercut, a simple gesture that you knew would always soothe him.

the white haired man leans into your touch, his heart practically yelling at him to just spit the words out before he speaks against your lips, slowly lifting up your leg, kissing your ankle.

“i think . . i think ‘m in love with you, sweetheart.”

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