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Tiny Treasures, Gigantic Moments: Bespoke Baby Bangles for Unforgettable Milestones
Every chubby toe and giggle deserves a story. And what better way to celebrate life's precious firsts than with bespoke baby bangles, crafted with love and designed to mark those magical moments?
From Hello World to First Steps:
Welcome the newest arrival:Â Celebrate the miracle of life with a bangle etched with the little one's name, birthdate, and weight. It's a keepsake parents will treasure forever, a constant reminder of the tiny wonder who stole their hearts.
Mark monthly milestones:Â Each month is a milestone worth celebrating! Capture the joy of those chubby fingers grasping for the first time with a personalised bangle engraved with the month number or a special message.
First tooth, first gurgle, first wobbly steps:Â Every breakthrough deserves a tiny cheer. Let bespoke bangles become a fun tradition, marking each achievement with a new inscription or charm.
Beyond Names and Dates:
Tell a tale with charms:Â Let the bangle become a mini-narrative! Choose charms that represent the little one's personality, interests, or even family heritage. A tiny ladybird for the bubbly one, a bookworm charm for the little bibliophile, or a cultural symbol for a cherished tradition.
Embrace the sparkle:Â From delicate gemstones to shimmering mother-of-pearl, a touch of twinkle adds a touch of magic. Choose colours that complement the little one's outfit or hold special meaning, like birthstone hues or family colours.
Safe and Stylish:Â Safety first! Opt for bangles made from hypoallergenic materials like sterling silver or soft silicone, ensuring comfort and peace of mind for parents.
Bespoke Bangles: More Than Just Jewellery:
These tiny tokens are more than just baubles; they're sentimental keepsakes that tell the story of a growing life. They're whispered reminders of first smiles, wobbly steps, and infectious laughter. They're gifts that transcend generations, passed down as precious heirlooms, carrying the weight of love and memories.
#personalized baby bangles#bespoke baby bracelets#engraved baby jewelry#baby milestone markers#baby christening gifts#first tooth gifts#newborn gifts#baby shower gifts#unique baby gifts#hypoallergenic baby jewelry#sterling silver baby bangles#silicone baby bracelets#baby charms#birthstone gifts#family heritage gifts#sentimental keepsakes#growing baby gifts#baby memories#first steps gifts#personalized name bangles#first giggle gifts#wobbly steps gifts#monthly milestone bangles#engraved birthdate bangles#birthweight jewelry#cute charms for babies#animal charms#cultural charms#letter charms#gemstone charms
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Scenario where Yue Qingyuan and Luo Binghe both pick up on and independently confirm for themselves, a few years into the matter, that Shen Qingqiu's soul has indeed been replaced with someone else's. But they have polar opposite reactions about it. Yue Qingyuan keeps trying to figure out how to get SJ back (alone, since it's nothing he can prove and also he sucks at asking for help), while Luo Binghe is doing everything in his power to make sure that Shen Qingqiu stays the new version or doesn't have his soul replaced again. The two of them each entirely unaware of the other's knowledge or actions, basically cancelling one another out.
Yue Qingyuan finds an item that should loosen the current occupant soul's hold on the body, potentially allowing Shen Jiu's soul to come to the fore again (if it's still in there somewhere) or regain control. Luo Binghe, around the same time, discovers a rare herb that is said to help reinforce the connection between the soul and the body, to help with individuals who have troubles with dissociation. Yue Qingyuan gifts the "rare artifact" and gets Shen Qingqiu to put it in his study, Luo Binghe mixes the herb into a medicinal tea and serves it to him every day. Net zero impact.
#svsss#scum villain#scum villain's self saving system#the funniest outcome I think is if mu qingfang eventually notices the impact of the push-and-pull on shen-shixiong's spiritual stability#and just starts going through his pantry and belongings with a fine-tooth comb#eventually emerging with his arms loaded with questionable artifacts and ingredients that either dislodge the spirit or reinforce it#vein throbbing on his forehead like HOW???#one or two accidents he could see but this is ridiculous!#ALL gifts and and menus for shen-shixiong now need to pass through qian cao for approval first from here on out!#or else next time he's sending Liu Qingge to just pack everything in the bamboo house into a sack and bring it over to him!
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Demands of the Qun
Those who have heard the tale of the Champion of Kirkwall know that Hawke earned that title for stopping the Qunari invasion of Kirkwall in 9:34 Dragon. As the story spread, the more impressive and heroic her accomplishment became. Many have come to believe that Hawke single-handedly bested the Arishok in a honorable duel to the death. Very few people know that the truth is far from impressive: Hawke had betrayed her friend to appease the Arishok. A difficult decision that will haunt her forever. What motivated her to do such a dishonorable act is known by her closest confidants. Only they will eventually come to learn that Hawkeâs acquaintanceship with the Arishok had turned to something deeper. In the end, Hawke could not bring herself to kill the man she loved.
#Arishawke#the arishok#arishok#Hawke#dragon age#da2#dragon age 2#FUCCCKKK MEEEEEEEEEE#this is the first time i commit to giving isabela to the arishok AAAAAAAAAAAAAA#I WILL MISS YOU ISABELA ;_;#also. she is using a qunari polearm as a staff. a gift from the arishok. hehe. he also gifted her a dragon tooth's necklace.#they killed the bone pit dragon together#having lost her mother recently also played into her decision. she has lost her father; her sister; nearly lost her brother; now her mother#she cant let someone else she loves die again#none of her friends knew about hawke and arishok btw LMAO or anyone really#hawke only reveals this years later to her closest friends#oc:Marian Hawke
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#thinking of dinosaurs and troodontids were my favorite dinosaurs as a child#when younger i had a real full troodontid tooth fossil that meant a lot to me#for a time we lived within a few kilometers of hadrosaur sites and troodontid sites#while wider general area had many sites of recovery for the big celebrities like tyrannosaur and multiple dromaeosaurs#at that time troodontids were kinda infamous for i think the depiction in some childrens field guides and dino books#which depicted like a fantasy speculative humanoid troodontid based on 1980s model at Canadian Museum of Nature in ottawa#anyway would visit a small local paleo center a lot and woman in her 70s or 80s ran the counter of their center and rock shop#one day she asked me what my fave dino was and i said troodon so she pulled out the tooth and just gifted it to me#in little black case size of ring box with padding and transparent plastic viewing cover kinda like laminate for displaying a trading card#tooth got stolen from out my vehicle while giving some people a ride while at university before i got too poor for tuition#later during first year of pandemic owner of my storage unit died and new property owners threw away everything i ever owned#i was homeless anyway lost job due to early pandemic closures and had to allocate any money to insulin and other prescrip meds#but wouldve found a way to save my things if the new owners had contacted me#they threw out photoalbums y backpacking gear y books y musical instruments y clothes y artwork y camera y all family keepsakes#and all childhood treasures like souvenirs and gifts and school awards and writing portfolios and all the little memories#which i was always sentimental about as child#from earliest age my room looked like a natural history museum with plants and maps and library of field guides#and rocks and field trip keepsakes and all kinds of little animal figurines and mother had painted room in forest greens and browns#to feel like a forest and among the succulent plants and a globe sat the troodon tooth#parents passed when i was a child#never near any family and were always moving never got to settle into proper stable place then father passed after long sad illness#and mother put in so much effort but she passed few years later and i could not take care of myself or my remaining material possessions#and so im still quite hurt having nothing whatsoever remaining of my childhood or school friends or mother or life generally#and when trying to process grief my thoughts often come back to the troodontid tooth as a focal point a distillation of what was lost#even when young i knew it was advised not to become too connected to material physical possessions#but still there are some small little trinkets in our lives that seem to hold so much meaning and i tortured myself for losing that tooth#thinking about troodon reminds me of childhood
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Your Taste, Forever on My Tongue
Pairing: Elain/Lucien
Rating: M
Summary: Elain's office is running a Secret Santa event that coincides with the launch of the new website which she's leading on. She happens to get allocated the last person she could ever think of getting a gift for.
Merry Christmas, @makememakesense ! It's me, your Secret Santa!
Thank you so much being so lovely and giving me so many ideas for this AU, I really hope I got it (somewhat) right!
Thank you also to the @acotargiftexchange organisers for giving me this opportunity. This is my first ever fic and I've been so nervous about it, but I'm so glad to have done it for such a joyful community. Special thanks goes to my wife @mmiscbutterflies for helping me brainstorm and bring my 'Love, Actually' vision to life, and generally talk me down from the proverbial ledge when I became anxious/was not in the right headspace to write. Love you always.
Read on AO3 here
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Elain was late.
Not her usual, sorry Iâm late-I couldnât resist-there was a new cafe I just had to try on the way- late, but a fuck me-I slept through five alarms-maybe I spent too long watching reruns of Bake Off-or was it the bottle of Sauvignon?- tardiness, which left her cursing profusely while she tripped over her tights, slapped on eye cream and was out the door.
#acotar gift exchange#Elucien#ACOTAR#ACOTAR fanfiction#i don't know how to tag this is my first fic i'm sorry#Background Nesta/Cassian if you squint#POC ACOTAR cast just because i can#it's canon to ME#Vassa may be my new favourite#Jurian is queer coded sorry i don't make the rules#they're all queer coded in fact#it's criminal to not include Eris in a fic sorry#Lucien is obsessed with Elain and she's none the wiser what's new#shoutout to my sister for being my beta#and shoutout to food for being my love language#cosy christmas fic#office romance#FLUFF#tooth rottingly sweet#inspired by Love Actually#if you see a typo no you didn't#i really tried to make them rivals to lovers but my poor little heart just couldn't#please bear with me i'm so shit at this formatting stuff
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Slumber Party Gift Pack First Tooth Baby Night Cap has much too long of a name.
#slumber party gift pack pony#first tooth baby pony#night cap#slumber party gift pack night cap#mlp#my little pony#mlp g1#doll hair#doll repair#before and after
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MERRY GRIMACE, MY LONG DISTANCE MUTUAL
hereâs a festive pico to guide ur sleigh tonight, (he probably threw this outfit on the ground after)
BUT YEA, i just wanted to say thanks for supporting my art these past few months, aaand i hope the day treats u well (˾  á Ëľ)ďž *:シă. ⧠âĄ
STANNNNNNNN OH MY GOSH YOU SILLY SILLY GOOSE. /POS
MERRY FUCKIN CHRISTMAS. I DID NOT EXPECT U TO DRAW PICO LET ALONE RECEIVE THIS BUT IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE AND I'M TAKING IT HRJEHRJSHAJEHSHFHSHD INSANEEE /POS
I'M REELING I'M TRIPPING I'M FALLING FACE FIRST ON THE FLOOR PLEASSEEEE. EYES FILLED WITH SO MUCH HEARTS đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
THANK YOU BTW. I APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCH OH MY GOD. U DIDN'T HAVE TO BUT U DID AND I'M HRSJHEAJHSAJHDNSHDAN đĽšđđ¤§đđđâźď¸
Okay now everyone look away. I'm abt to do smth funny with this man đđđ
AMAZING CHRISTMAS GIFT. 10/10. FOREVER TREASURING THIS WITH MY ENTIRE LIFE.
#I FORHOT HOW TO BREATHE WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS /POS /LH#I'M GIGGLING I'M SCREAMING I'M KICKING MY FEET LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL /Pos#HIS TOOTH GAPPP. HIS TOOTH GAPPPPâźď¸âźď¸âźď¸ AUAGHSGAUS U DIDNT FORGET HIS TOOTH GAP. THAT MAKES ME SO GIDDY#Stan I'm so sorry u have to see how deranged I am for this silly ahh ginger. ed sheeran looking mf /LH /POS#I'M SO INSNARVFBEEGBRNEGJSNBRENGJSJ HE LOOKS SO CUTE AN DSILLY PLEASSEEEE#THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES. I'M HRJEHRJSHDJS PACING AROUND MY ROOM. I CAN'T /POS#I hope u don't mind if I set this as my wallpaper. sorry I am indeed very down bad and this art just further enhances that#TOTALLY OKAY IF NOT. I'M STILL SUPER THANKFUL FOR THIS SILLY GIFT#đ inbox!#đ tokens of love!#đ¸ romantic; đ#âĽď¸ we're going overdrive!#đ¨ doodles#I STILL DON'T HAVE A TAG FOR YOU... quick- what's ur fav emoji#đ stan!#TAG ACQUIRED. YIPPPEEEEE
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Iâm gonna be honest I lowkey want to draw Axel or maybe her with Priya but I donât normally draw fanart and I am scared đ
And also I would hate if people followed me explicitly for that BC I donât normally draw fanart and I know it would be disappointing to see my OCs all the time. Like would any attention I receive from it be worth it if no oneâs interested in my actual art rather than just the characters in it. Like thereâs no demand for my art would anyone who follows me even care if I drew fanart đ itâs a double-edged sword
And like interacting with fandoms always ends poorly for me (Scream Queens bc harassment, Squid Game bc lots of gross people) what if I draw it and post it and the TD fandom gets ruined for me too somehow, I would die đŠ I fear interaction outside my target audience (followers and my friends) I suppose
#total drama was my first hyperfixation fun fact for you#but I was too small and bad at art to make content at the time lmao#but like damn what if I draw them and they look like shit in my style I would off myself#also tbh I headcanon Axel probably doesnât care about shaving bc sheâs too busy⌠surviving#and I donât want to get roasted for drawing a woman with body hair đŠ#I feel like also I want to give her a tooth gap I think her design would look aesthetically pleasing to me with it#I love her so much she was ROBBED#also she is trans and a lesbian she told me personally#if she told me to jump off a bridge I would with no questions asked#anyway random ship headcanon also: I feel like Axel is the one with the crush first#however her ways of showing affection are not necessarily seen as affectionate by other people bc sheâs so intense#like i.e. I feel like she genuinely thought killing the squirrels for her team was a kind gesture#she just does not show things like kindness traditionally if that any of that even makes sense#THE POINT IS SHEâS SHOWING AFFECTION BUT PRIYAâS NOT PICKING UP ON IT BC SHE SHOWS IT WEIRDLY đ#lmao Iâm imagining her trying to gift her a knife (or saw!) bc sheâs baffled at the idea of someone not having one for self-defense#SHE BRINGS HER (cooked obviously) DEAD THINGS LIKE A CAT đ#she wonât get you flowers she will bring you military rations so youâll have food when the apocalypse comes#maybe Priya even gets irritated by everything bc sheâs capable of defending/doing things herself and sheâs like#misinterpreting Axelâs shows of affection as her thinking sheâs weak/incapable#and poor Axel wouldnât understand what sheâs doing wrong bc she is ensuring her survival! why is that not working!#Someone needs to help her but I canât see her accepting help#but it would be funny to see someone suggest giving Priya flowers or smth and Axelâs like#why would I do that flowers just die wouldnât you rather have a weapon for when the apocalypse comes#a strange way of showing affection but I think it would be CUTE#and it would be funny bc Priya would eventually show affection the normal way and Axel would not pick up on it at all#she would tell her she looks pretty today but what she REALLY wants to hear is I would trust you with my life during the apocalypse#the way to her heart is the apocalypse! she just tragically thinks itâs the way to everyone elseâs as well#lmao Iâm talking so much but itâs so funny to me#a disaster lesbian in her natural environment#they mean so much to me I saw them interact once and my brain was like yes this is it
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#;ooc#ooc#he's like a golf club pouch to me;;; like the ones they give u to put ur tooth brush cologne and razor in- i hope that makes sense#he's a striped shirt to me- he's an old expensive yet simple watch that was gifted to him by his father when he graduated-#i'll never stop categorizing vibes#ANOTHER ONE (bitesthedust) done#my g.hiaccio and d.iavolo that were first on the line to get borders staring at me: đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸#D.IEGO TOO HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE STARRRRRRR#the worst is that he stole d.iavolo's font too-#/i think it would look good smaller but i like seeing their expressions well enough
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You have to vote Glenn because there's been art POURING out in support of his sex appeal. You've got lesbians fighting tooth and nail for him. He's the morally correct choice.
Sexiest Podcast Character â Unscripted Bracket â Round 4
Propaganda
Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):
#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show
We didnât do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:
Young hot rocker dilf
Loyal to his dead wife <3
Does in fact smoke weed
BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)
His band was a Christmas cover band btw.
Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy
Anti government (ofc)
Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)
Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??
Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch
One incredibly buff arm
Has a pet rat named after his son <3
Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged
OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE
HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON
A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)
HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS
IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED
Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence
Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!
I canât put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.
Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting
I donât regulate if minors follow me or not bc Iâm a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware thatâs the only reason I havenât been downright nasty about Glenn close. Iâm down bad. Iâm NOT in the boat of âGlenn isnât sexy but I want him to win bc itâs my fandomâ. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that ARENâT safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? Thatâs MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. Iâm not voting to represent my fandom Iâm voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DONâT GET IT YOU DONâT GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than yâall realize. If you donât get his sex appeal thatâs okay, but donât doubt that this is my truth.
Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so
HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS XâS AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY XâS. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDNâT EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. Thereâs absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they donât really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this Iâll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.
Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.
Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.
Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance):
Is somehow the hot twin between her and Taako
Lup Bluejeans (nĂŠe... Taaco? Tacco? Taco? Tako? who tf knows this is why I'm going with her husband's last name. doylistly she gets her last name from her brother whose last name is given as "Taako again but spelled differently"): Hot, funny, smart and undead. Is there anything else you could want in a woman?? Well, in case there is: she's also canonically trans
LUP IS THE HOTTEST. VOTE LUP.
#me. im the lesbian fighting tooth and nail#he's my emotional support fuckable sexy bastard!!!!!!!#propaganda? perhaps.#He tongue kissed a married man while arguing over oil changes#he had insane. montage worthy sex and them died to a deez nuts joke and then came back after gifting Christmas to Hell#was being digested alive for his son. Found his wife again in Hell AND WON HER HEART BACK FROM ANOTHER MAN.#you want a young spunky dilf? First half of S1. Want a grizzled aged beat the fuck up rage filled dilf? post-methbay prison.#adored by trans fans btw. ever heard of Glennderfluid?? HES THE PEAK. OF EVERYTHING!!!#also he has a TRAMPSTAMP. DOES LUP HAVE ONE???? DONT THINK SO!!!!!!#broke out of prison and befriended a rat that became his son.#also im drawing him in a BUNNY SUIT if he wins ( and even if he loses) so perhaps that convincing enough to A: vote and B: listen to dndads.
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â ŰŤŰŞŰŤŰŞ ŕźŘ HARLEYS IN HAWAII â g. satoru
â sum. itâs been almost a year with your sugar daddy and as a candied sweet surprise, he takes you on his private yacht. althoughâthe thing thatâs even sweeter is the âloveâ chocolates you both try just for fun. after all, satoruâs 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 sĂŠx, praise, dirty talk, overstim, dry humping, feral gojo, fÄŤngering, cervÄŤx mentions, cunnilÄŤngus, spÄŤt, hair pulling, size kink, premature ejac, breedÄŤng, petnames.
⤠sd!gojo masterlist.
âah ah, no peekinâ sweetheart,â a husky voice purrs near the nape of your neck. your plump lips curl into a pout as heâs 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. âthere we go, jusâ a few more steps. good girl,â and the rubber bottoms of your flip flops stomp against something hardâyouâre 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.
âare youââ
âshhh, quiet baby,â 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. âmâkay, ready to see your surprise?â
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 â the satoru gojo yacht that was probably worth millions. it was huge in person, and you donât even realize the two of you are both in the middle of the ocean until seconds later. âsatoru,â you sheepishly say, feeling a wave of butterflies thump through your heart. the older manâs got the cheekiest grin and he takes off his sunglasses, putting them over your face. âwhen you said âsurpriseâ i thought you meant like new earrings or something.â
âi can always give you those too,â 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 brightâmaking you squint a little. satoruâs voice pitches low before he playfully lifts you up, fixing the back of your sundress. âbut sweetheart, this weekendâs just about you ân me,â and once your arms cling onto him, he starts walking near the lower part of the rumbling yacht. âbesides, i have one more surprise to show you. felt like spoilinâ you a bit more today.â
you were quite literally living in luxury. .
as if the outside of the yacht wasnât breathtaking, just wait until you saw the master bedroom.
despite how you were slowly starting to get accustomed to this lifestyle, his lifestyleâyou couldnât 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 couldnât 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.
youâd constantly wonder the what ifâs, but of course you were always always grateful. itâs one of the many thingâs satoru liked about you, how you were always thankful without even saying it. youâd show it, even going far as to giving him gifts.
âimagine we lived here,â 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 floorâs a sheeny beige color, and in the background, played some old vintage noir.
âsunset boulevardâ, one of satoruâs favorites.
he preferred lots of silent films and adored more than anything when the two of you would watch them together. heâs got on a silk red robe, twirling a bit of his white shown chest hair with a finger. âlife on the water. sounds romantic, yeah?â
âwhat if we drowned, âtoru,â you mumble, stepping out of the bathroom. the floor was made of slick glass crystals that made up the smooth texture, and you then pauseâstaring at the white haired man. heâs pretty, manspread and laid back with his hair slickly parted. ever since heâs 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. âprincess, we wonât drown,â and he sets aside his glass. satoruâs bright eyes linger toward your sundressâone of the many heâs bought you within in the past month.
it fit perfectly, itâs a cerulean blue color that almost matches his eyes.
if it was anything he liked, it was to pick out your outfits, and of courseâheâd let you do the same for him. âphew,â he whistles, eyeing you carefully. âyou look gorgeous. like always,â 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. âoh, right. the other surprise i wanted to show you, câmere.â
âokay,â 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. âwhat . . is it?â
âi remember a few weeks ago you said you wanted to try tabs chocolate,â 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. â. . so, i got it for us both. i donât think it really works, by the way.â
with an eye roll, you plop down on his lap. a beefy arm snakes around your waist before you grab the slim package. âi checked the ratings online. âm pretty sure it works, satoru,â 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 everythingâs removed, itâs an entire dark chocolate bar with three perfectly attached squares. even the smell was arousing. âdo you wanna try it at the same time?â
âhow âbout you feed it to me,â satoru coos, and you feel what you think is his leg prodding underneath you. âiâll feed you yours, sweetheart.â
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. âf. . fine,â 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. itâs 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. âhoney, i think you just got scammed. nothingâs happeningââ
famous last words. .
because not even thirty minutes later, satoru finds himself dived nose-first right between your legs.
heâs 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 â but now, he couldnât.
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.
youâre laid up on the sofa now, whimpering with a hand digging through his shaggy white locks.
satoruâs the most deranged heâs ever been, and youâve seen him feral for you in more ways than you could count. heâs laying his tongue flat, lapping up your sweet folds, still tasting the chocolate on his tongue with the mixture of your own slick.
âf- fuuuck,â heâd huff, feeling his heart beat thump through his ears. it was barely even a big bite and he was like this. you couldnât help but imagine how heâd be if he ate the entire bar.
youâre 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 watersâyou found yourself getting lost at the sea, gazing at how the waters would violently crash against the bottom of the yacht. itâs a mesmerizing view. after a while, your eyes move back down toward satoru whoâs still between your legs. heâs lowly groaning, slowly rutting his hips into the edge of the sofa. â âs like the candy makes you taste sweeter.â
âdonât stop s- satoru,â you moan, making sure to keep a firm grip on his head. his pretty lashes were closed shut whilst heâs 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 youâd 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. âooooh,â youâd squeal, feeling him wrap his mouth around your pussy. youâre 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 heâs got that same smug grin again.
âmphm, pull on it,â 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 youâre hysterically moaning and the next, youâre squelching repeatedly.
his favorite thing to listen toâsatoruâs favorite place out of all the places heâs 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. âgood girl,â he huskily grumbles, resuming to lick two long stripes up and down against your cunt. forever more, heâs savoring your syrupy taste that lingers on his tongue and dribbles from the chin down, moaning from the aftertaste of the chocolate that just wonât go away. âgod, this viewâs even prettier than the ocean,â 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.
âoh, sheâs a cutie,â he rasps, white brows pursing together. he pulls out two long fingers, preparing to delve them inside. âso pretty ân all soaked just for me,â and you moan, your thighs curling around his shoulders. squiiish, the moment heâs 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. âthere it is, thereâs my other favorite girl.â
âsatoâfuucckk,â you drag out your pathetic words, gradually moving his head to side against your sopping cunt with one hand. heâs got his mouth full, stuffed, and his entire face was just flushed from being squished between your thighs. âlike that, s- suck my clit, baby.â
âbaby, huh?â 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 heâs 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. âaw, donât be shy. i like beinâ called petnames too, yâknow,â he whispers against your cunt, watching how easily you soak up both fingers.
your folds couldnât 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.
âfuck, fuck,â you whine, feeling his lukewarm breath continue to ghost against your clit. you couldnât stay still for the life of youâit was as if every muscle in your body snapped once you came, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.
âohmygodohmygod,â you ramble, and satoruâs still flicking his tongue against your sobbing slit.
youâre making a mess out of him and heâs eating it up - like always. his pointed chinâs got such a pretty glimmer of shine all thanks to your glimmering slick running down. with a echoing âpopâ, he slides his fingers out of your cunt, stretching his digits further apart just to see how your sap glues against them. ângh, s- satoru youâre so nasty.â
âonly nasty for you, sweetheart,â he cheekily whispers, leaning further in to give your cunt one single kiss.
itâs a soft passionate smooch that makes you throb against his lips. only satoru gojo could make out with your pussy right between your thighs. youâre speechlessâyou could feel yourself still shaking from your recent orgasmic release, the ringing in your ears never subsiding.
satoruâs pretty azul eyes remain fixated on your wet cunt before he gives it one final suck of departure. âmmph,â 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. âfuck, âm still hungry. âs not enough.â
as your legs twitch and remain spread apart, youâre gasping for air as you watch him take breaths of his own to collect himself. âdonât pout,â he huffs, sitting up to close the distance between you both. with his hair all ruffled and tangledâhe grinds himself into you. âoh. you want a taste too, pretty?â
ây- yeah,â you nod with droopy eyes, feeling the same amounts of sheer heat.
satoruâs flushed just as much as you, and it seems like as heâs leaning into you, heâs 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 canât help but grind against your warm body, feeling your legs hook around his waist. even the touchâthe skin against skin makes you both even more hotter. itâs like static rubbing off against each other, and you were about to feel yourself short circuit any minute.
âfuck, âtoru,â 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 â itâs candied sweet.
the rich cocoa still lingers on both twisting tongues and you moan, feeling him nip his teeth near your lip. âyouâre perfect,â 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. âmhm, woman you drive me crazy.â
satoru was still very much hard thoughâvery.
you could feel his boner poke from his robe, it mustâve felt painful.
he was so hard, it outlines against the silky woven fabric the more he grinds into you. satoru couldnât keep his hands off of you. heâs 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 heâs ever eaten.
but itâs to his surprise once you lightly push him back against the cushioned sofa.
âhmph! hey,â he falls back, white strands sticking across his perspiring forehead. satoru eyes you with a bewildered look, wondering whatâs with the sudden bratty glint shining in your dilated irises. âthat was rude, princess. oughtaââ
âlie back,â only two words and he was at your very command. satoru couldnât lie, whenever you had the audacity to give him orders . . he found it hot.
even if it didnât 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. ârelax satoru,â youâd 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 âmereâ tease was an understatement. âlike that, hold my hips baby,â 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.
âoh, s. . sweetheart,â he choked out a nervous laugh, his boner steadily arising underneath his robe.
for a moment, the two of you forget that youâre 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. âyouâre killinâ me here. let me touch some more at least.â
âask nicely,â 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 thatâs what he got for spoiling you rotten.
with a near pout, satoru grumps. âplease, sweetheart,â and his big hands glide toward your active waist anyway. âlet me touch my pretty girl while sheâs movinâ her cute hips on me,â 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. âfuckinâ brat.â
âthen do something about it.â 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.
satoruâs 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. âi plan to, little girl.â
and he did.
one second youâre on his lapâthe next, youâre 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 thatâs peeking out of your loose clothing. youâve got a bratty smile twirling against your lips but it soon fades away once you feel that.
his fat tipâsatoru brings it up towards the opening of your sopping cunt, smacking it three times against your folds. âyouâve got some nerve, sweetheart,â 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.
heâs so big, you knew it and you didnât even have to face him directly. all you had to do was feel.
his tip was round and thick, reddened with a rosĂŠ flushed color. satoru tosses his head back, feeling your pussy twitch against him as a sloppy greeting of its own.
âheh. sheâs so excited,â 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. âso. fuckinâ. wet.â
he smacks his weighty dick against the outside entrance of your pussy, hearing the sloshing whines squawk out of your poor needy folds. as heâs hitting his tip against your cunt, he purposely punctuates his words with tap.
âsatoruuuu.â youâd 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.
âi know, baby. i know,â 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.
âtsk. so impatient,â he snickers, velvet straps of his robe skimming against his skin. satoruâs 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 heâs 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.
âmhm, gonna take my time with you. now letâs see that cute arch. just like we practiced.â
moaning, your back raises slightly with your knees cowardly burying themselves into the sofa. âmmph,â and he lightly pushes your head further into the cushion. his tip was so close.
heâs 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 heâs finally going in, thick cock stretching around your elastically stretched walls.
youâre so soft â 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.
âthaaatâs it, hngh. this pussy knows itâs place,â he grouses, and your eyes widen once you feel his plumpish tip delve further between each corner of your slick cunt. heâs 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. âfuck, âs so sensitive,â satoru nearly whines, still feeling tingly from the saccharine flavored treat. heâs panting heavily, mouth dangling open and all. âhowâs it feel, sweetheart? âm not going too rough, yeah? talk to me.â
âgood. feels good, ngh. donât stop, âtoru. harder,â 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.
thatâs the look he makes before heâs about to fuck you stupid,
thatâs 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. .
âhah, wasnât gonna,â he moans, feeling his cock grow insanely sensitive. it was in a way he couldnât explainâso hot, his head swells up once he starts to move.
as heâs trying to create a decent rhythm with his hips, heâs oscillating deeply into your core. sloppy thrusts pound into you with such carnal vigor that heâs 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.
âxâ makes the spot, and his dick always knew where to locate your clit â every single time.
it doesnât take long before satoru loses it, and heâs losing his momentum. his movements consisted of want and ache.
the head of satoruâs 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. heâs got mean deep strokes that leaves your jaw dropped, toes curled, tummy churning all from how good heâs hitting you.
youâre cutely smothered into the pillows with your mouth just pried open, forming a small gasping âo.â
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.
satoruâs got a big hand tracing down the curvature of your waist that later trails down toward your ass. he canât help but feel against the thin fabric of the sundress, tempted to just rip it off it you. heâd be happy to buy you dozens more anyway.
âfuck me, fuck me satoru,â 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.
heâs bucking his hips against you, watching as tears of sweat start to race down the cracked valley of your ass. âfuck, âtoru, satoruâah!â
âheh, sweetheart the walls arenât soundproof,â satoru playfully bonks the back of your head. your moaning falters, and he chuckles mid-thrust. âaw, donât be embarrassed,â 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. â âm sure the captain wonât mind, be as loud as you want.â
âs- shit,â 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.
heâs 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 heâs feeling his cock tighten inside of you, heâs now got you in prone bone. heâs so close to you, hovering his weight behind you with his sculptured hips glued to your ass.
satoruâs thrusts now go slow, slow but deep, making sure you feel, savor, and devour every single inch. âugh, that spot âtoru, right fuckinâ there. âm close.â
a hand goes over your mouth and you let of a muffled, âmmph?â as heâs still fucking you raw.
satoruâs popping his bulbous crownhead in and out of your stuffed pussy before lowly groaning once coolly air briefly sets against his skin.
âwatch that mouth,â 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. âsuch a filthy pretty mouth. âs a shame,â and he leans in more, licking a stripe near your neck. âi donât think girls with colorful mouthâs should cum. do you think they should?â
as if on cue, your head raises up and down, doing a cute attempt of a nod as heâs still got your mouth covered. satoruâs still thwacking his fat cockhead into your g-spot continuously until your brainâs short circuiting.
âawww, yeah?â he hums, pressing a kiss near the back of your head. and oh, heâs 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. âtoo bad, because i wasnât talkinâ to you, silly girl.â
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. âtalkinâ to her,â and as his hand drags down your back, he maneuvers a few circles against your stuffed clit.
youâre whimpering, occasionally glancing out the window. the waves continue to crash against the port side of the yacht background â beautiful.
youâd never get used to the view. the salty smell of the sea wafts against your flaring nostrils as youâre literally being stuffed full of cock, eyes rolling back with your back completely arched. satoruâs so big, splitting you open with his vast mushroom tip so easily. âgod, sheâs got so much to say today, listen to her cute âlil sentences,â and he briefly pulls out, hearing your cunt âpopâ out a word or two, wetly squelching from the continuous thrusts.
satoruâs throbbing cock drooled from the sides with seeping white droplets of pre-cum and he groans once he feels himself tightening yet again.
âfuck mee,â and he takes a second to stare at your pretty cunt thatâs got your folds slobbering with so much honeyed glistening sap. âaw, she said no,â 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 âlil stunt you tried to pull on me?â
âs- satoru, please,â 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. âlemme cum, please. âm sorry.â
âno youâre not, sweetheart,â 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. âare ya?â
âno,â 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.
âat least youâre honest,â 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 dollâspecifically a rag doll, tossing you and fucking you where it hits good.
but, fuck was satoru was ruthless.
heâs 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.
âfuck, youâre gonna make me cum too, sweetheart,â and as his bodyâs still pressed right against yours, he hoarsely grunts lowly against your ear. âgive it tâ me, make a mess on âtoru, baby.â
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.
satoruâs rotund cockhead continues to bruise against your cervix, sloppily kissing around each spot until youâre practically screaming out his name. âlouderrr,â 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, heâs whipped.
his hips start to slow down by each second, and you feel that pressure within you finally snap. âthatâs my girl, thaaaatâs it,â and he talks over your whimpers yet again, creating a wet trail of kisses down your shown shoulder blade. âatta girl, atta fuckinâ girl.â
the both of you groan in unison and after a while, he shortly follows. satoruâs cock was so full, heâs 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 heâseeping his teeth into your neck. âhngh, fuckinâ shit.â and as he grabs both of your hips, slowly reeling you back into him - heâs 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 itâs like he got defeated â your pussy being the opponent. .
satoruâs washboard abs flex beneath his rope as his head tosses back. itâs 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. itâs so much.
heâs staring to pant more and more as globs of sweat pouring down the sides of his forehead. satoruâs 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.
âs- satoru,â 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. youâre 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 thatâs spilling down your thighs.
âsuch a sloppy girl,â he huffs, out of breath. even still, heâs 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. itâs another loud âpopâ that resounds through each of your twitching ears.
holding a sharp breath, satoruâs cock slathers itself against your drooling pussy before smacking it against your folds yet again. âlook at that, âm never gonna get tired of that sight.â
satoru ends up fucking you stupid for hours on his yacht.
in all positionsâany 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 itâs like with the addition of chocolate, it made him ten times more feral. ten times more feral for you.
heâs 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 fullâstuffing 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 werenât just his sugar baby anymore.
each time heâd spray a generous amount of cum inside of you, heâd let out a loud guttural groan. heâs weak from how warm you feel from the inside, and your moans for him to keep going only fueled him. satoruâs 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. heâd serenade something to your ear in a purring deep voice like, âfeel me there, sweetheart?â making you touch the exact spot he was hitting.
a pearly stream of his seed dribbles outside of your folds and now, heâs got you in nothing more but an intimate mating press.
âeyes up here,â he rasps a soft panting tone, gently prying your hands away from your face.
heâd 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 didnât even faze him. not one.
heâs 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 thatâs tensing up from the stimulation. âyou . . took me so well,â and he leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips.
âmmfââ 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.
satoruâs 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 canât 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. âgod, woman you drive me insane,â and he pulls away, completely out of breath. his pretty lips were all glossed and swollen, and he cups your face. âsweets, iâ,â 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.
âah,â he shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of your quivering lip. âi . .â 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.
âi think . . i think âm in love with you, sweetheart.â
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that F/O really CAN get you through the horrors huh !!
#today has been. so bad. so very bad.#i am in so much pain fsdjkl#dentist appt this morning for a chipped molar that showed up out of nowhere. turns out its a Large cavity somehow.#that they just. didnt notice. at my last appointment. when i was still on my dad's insurance (i am uninsured now)#got in there an hour later by a miracle to get it dealt with but its so bad that they can't do a regular filling#they have to like. do a filling that helps clear out the bad stuff. and then do a proper filling in six months. OR take out the tooth#if it hasn't fixed itself enough. i feel very ill#so much money !!!!!!! so much money!!!! why did this happen right after i stopped being insured!!!#this was also my first filling ever bc i have not had cavities in my life bc i am very thorough with dental hygeine#so idk how this cavity even happened!!!! fuck!!!#so that was Really Incredibly Terrifying for me to have to get done fdskl had no idea what to expect#it wasn't that bad actually. but now. the numbing has worn off entirely and holy shit i am in so much pain. just so much pain#crying and shaking and everything fdsjkl this sucks. idk if this is normal fdsjkl#i also.... have not eaten anything today besides A Single Granola Bar. because of all of this happening. idk how im not starving rn#i just do not feel hungry at all fsjkdl#anyways!!! today has sucked so bad!! dbt class was decent but felt weird for some reason!!#the one good thing of today is that i got my appointment booked w this new counselor finally so hurray for that !!!#and my yarn order arrived so i can keep working on xmas gifts#anyways. thinkign about guz has been getting me through today for real. not even joking. keeping me sane fjdskl#dandyshucks#SORRY FOR VENTING. IM JUST. HHHHHHH. TODAY HAS BEEN SOMETHING ALRIGHT.
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Merfolk Courting Rituals | TWST
Octavinelle Dorm X Reader
Azul X Reader, Jade X Reader, Floyd X Reader,
---- Merfolk typically have instinctual ways they begin 'courting' or a relationship, in the deep sea you need to be sure of your partner after all. (Non-Human courting rituals part 2/3)
Savanaclaw Ver. | Diasomnia Ver.
Floyd:
It was spring when it happened. Almost summer. The days weâre warming up and everyone was suffering a bit for it.
Usually, you would be able to go about your business alone, or perhaps with the company of Grim if he felt like it. Today however, a certain eel was towering over your shoulder. âShrimpy~â heâd giggle, a shiver was sent down your spin at his voice.
You slowly turned around. âA-ah? Hey FloydâŚâ you smiled warily. You usually, like most people in school, avoided the eel like the plague. He flashed his sharp teeth at you and extended his hand, the other one in his pocket in a more relaxed manner then your posture.
âA toothâŚ?â You squinted at the item, it was pointy: like his own teeth.
Realistically, you didnât really wanna hold this. Not that youâd tell him that. You glanced up at him again and saw those same teeth, not a single one out of place. âDo ya like it?~â
He leaned closer to your face, his eyes widened ever so slightly in a more intimidating manner. Clearly his lack of personal space had never changed. âUm⌠yes! I doâŚ?!â You were quick to awnser back.
Pleased with himself, he giggled loudly and walked away.
What was that about?
After that heâd keep approaching you with odd gifts⌠at one point he presented you with the largest pearl youâve ever laid your eyes on and then the next day he gifted you with a handful of beautiful scales.
You dreaded to think about the poor mer behind that giftâŚ
Either way, this was suspicious, right? When Floyd leech approached you, you either run away or get squeezed, why were you getting gifts? It also didnât help your relationship with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, who now avoids you like the plague.
Seriously, when you walk into a room Riddle happened to be in, he jumps up and leaves immediate- sometimes even running away like you were his tormentor instead of Floyd!
Youâd also noticed that Floyd would yawn more around you⌠You didnât think you were boring either because he wouldnât be around you if you were boring to begin with! âAre you getting enough sleep?â
âEh? Shrimpy doesnât like me?â Floyd pouted, You noticed him glance at your mouth breifly. âShrimpy~ thatâs rude.â Heâd whine louder, a darker look in his eyes than usual. You had no clue if you had offended him or not that timeâŚ
Another time was this happened. It actually happened far more often than you would think or enjoy.
âShrimpy~â heâd say repeatedly to annoy you while you walked around school. Like when a sibling kept poking at you and claiming they werenât touching you, but he had his hands behind his head as he followed behind you a bored expression on his face. He had been hanging around you more.
Sadly that meant your friends were less likely to approach you. And if they did it was because they neglected to see the towering eel boy.
âMy, My, Floyd had taken quite a liking to you.â Jade stated offhandedly one day. You were at the Mostro Lounge (Azul was tired of Floyd skipping work and offered you free meals to hang out so Floyd would get back to work.)
You glanced at the Eel with a confused look. âWhat do you mean?â He simply looked down at the small necklace you had made with Floydâs⌠gifts of a tooth and scales. Iâm your defense they made very nice jewelry. Was it a bit messed up to be wearing some students scale and possibly their tooth? Perhaps⌠but you were poor and wanted something nice to wear.
With the same odd mysterious smile, Jade was off to serve the next costumer.
So you took it upon yourself to figure out what that meant!
First you went asking around Octavinelle. This was a bad idea because most students avoid you like you were Floyd.
Thankfully you managed to corner one, A trembling student you was glancing behind and around you the whole while you talked to him. "So?" You finally asked, a hand on your hip.
"Uh... What? C-could you repeat the question...?" He finally looked to you.
"Whats up with Floyd!" You finally snapped a bit, with a groan and a small eyeroll you glared at the smallfry.
"A-aren't you his...?"
"What on earth does that mean..." You groaned in annoyance too yourself. You were still, very, extremely lost.
Jade:
Whatever do you mean? You started courting him first if he wasnât mistaken.
It was a Monday afternoon during autumn you believed, when he was serving you in the Mostro Lounge while you were studying. (They had a exclusive deal that lasted only that day) It was pretty late and so, you, like a very normal human, yawned. âMy, If Iâm not mistaken this is hardly that time of year.â He replied slyly as he gave you your half off drink.
You just glanced at him in confusion as he bowed and excused himself, ever the polite waiter.
That was⌠odd.
What was stranger was, now Jade has this habit of gifting you things he found on his hikes. It started with a flower to then a mushroom and for some reason he had gifted you a rock? He said he found it âfascinatingâ So he gifted it to you.
You didnât really know eitherâŚ
This whole issue began to intimidate you. I mean, Jade leech, gifting you things? There had to be some kind of motive behind it! There is always a motive behind the Octa-trios advances.
So, not wanting to owe him anything, you began gifting him things in return. âI found this at the store and thought you might like it.â Youâd smile warily and a bit nervously as you extended a hand, in it a Dorsel Fin candy.
Heâd smile and accept your gift, youâd breath a sigh of relief and go about your day as usual. At least now you didnât owe him anything!
Now it became a habit, or a fun little game! Whenever Jade would gift you something, youâd look for something of equal value or better! Something heâd like. Youâd attempt to one up him, but it was as if he knew about your game somehow and wasnât letting you win.
Eventually it started to become something else, he was just... always there now? You'd turn around and almost scream! Because: was he there the whole time?
The worst part? He helped you so much more than half the time you turned around, and he wasn't there, you wished he was. He was making your life harder by not being there!
Here is the thing, you can't just get someone use to having a nice, helpful helping hand who is also attractive and then just take that away! Its inhumane.
You gifted him a terrarium you made yourself.
You didn't know why you did it. Maybe you liked his company and wanted to show your appreciation, maybe it was just because you were fond of him.
It was pretty out of the blue as well. You had been working on it for a week now, it wasn't anything remotely at Jade's own level but it was nice. (It better have been because that hike to gather everything almost killed you.)
Was it worth it? Yes. Seeing his eyes widen slightly before he regained his composure was absolutely worth it. He almost had to cough into his hand in Suprise.
Jade wasn't the most expressive, but you had a few ideas of what his Suprise would be look like. "Do you like it?"
"I do perfect. Thank you."
Note: Jade will never confess. It'll be one of those relationships where you don't know how it started but now your married so... Have fun!
Azul:
He was hopeless. Everybody knew this simple fact, except of course: you.
He was a businessman, not a... romance man!
From the way he'd tug at his tie like it was choking him when you were around, to how flushed he'd get when you even glanced in his direction. This guy was absolutely hopeless.
He actually turned... A very bright red was he turning purple as well? and immediately fixes his posture when you're in the room.
Thankfully, it takes two to tango and you were interested in him as well.
So, yeah, it was up to you to pursue the shady businessman who isn't very shady around you and instead acts like, in his own words, "an idiot."
So, no... he doesn't exactly court you. You court him.
You bring him cool things you find, blabber on about what you like and what you think he would like. He was... very confused and flustered, but happy you were there.
It was only after you took an active role in the relationship that he relaxed slightly and began to play along. Giving gifts back and ranting about the business and some poor unfortunate soul he scammed helped.
As everything began to relax in your guy's relationship. It got too comfortable, well, comfortable wasn't the right word. He was comfortable, you were suffering.
Why wasn't he making a move?! Didn't he like you?
Meanwhile, he was feeling pretty good. Jade and Floyd had gotten to a place where they don't tease him as much about not being able to make a move with you. (He didn't you made all the moves.) And his crush was showering him with attention!
You'd glance at him nervously while you sat at Mostro Lounge. He was counting his contracts. His new ones he had started to reaccumulate.
You physically couldn't hold it back anymore. It had been a week. A whole week of nothing new happening between the two of you. The words fell from your lips fast, like rushing water you tried to hold back but couldn't. It would have always slipped through the cracks in your fingers anyway... So you asked him, the burning question. "I like you. Do you like me...?" You finally blurted out.
"What?" He froze up. His head whipping in your direction he didn't know what to do or say and- he was ruining this wasn't he?
Azul had always been an anxious boy, it helped him- Because despite those anxieties he'd show them. he'd overcome them! He always had. But what do you do exactly when the person your heart has been beating oddly for asked that?
"I- um..." was all you needed before you stood up and left. Trying to fight back the small burn that began in your eyes before you cried. "Wait!" He called out but you had been out the door far too soon to even remotely hear him.
It was... a whole thing. He hated it, you hated it, and despite him refusing to admit it, you both cried over it. You always did love the classic miscommunication trope. But it happened. And frankly, you' prefer it this way in the long run. Because when everything was cleared up...
You got to kiss the octopus boy!
A smile on your face when you pulled away, he stared at you slightly shocked but very happy.
In a side note, after you kissed him, he wondered around aimlessly for a good while before he broke out of whatever spell you put him under. (You're still the magicless perfect of ramshackle...)
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Note: Floyd is my favorite. I hope you could tell lol Do I adore Azul? Yes! Was he the last one I wrote so it was kind of rushed and not very long? Also yes... I tried to make it a bit special-er?
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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 9 (part one)
(Rafe Cameron x reader series, 7k words)
series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.
tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder
series content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues
⢠series masterlist
All that met you when you woke was anxiety and a sharp, thumping headache. It was such a depressing paradox to the peaceful way youâd woken up in this same bed on your first morning here, a thousand fucking lifetimes ago. Your whole body ached as you sat up in bed, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on one.Â
The bed felt empty. Strange, since you hadnât ever shared it with anyone.Â
Your eyes, puffy around the edges from tears and exhaustion, scanned the dimly lit room. You were startled when you saw it - the little box of candy sitting on the dresser, unopened and completely forgotten. Even more startling was the sudden pang of craving you had for it. You pulled the covers from your legs, immediately missing their warmth, and padded quickly across the room to fetch the candy.
After adjusting the heavy curtains to block out as much of the midday sunlight as possible, you crawled back under the blankets, tearing the package open. Little crystals of sugar went flying, their unnatural dyes and chemicals surely staining the white sheets. But that was some faceless Airbnb ownerâs problem.
You ate the candy fast and messy, completely indulging your childish desires and ignoring any regard for moderation or tooth enamel. Fingers sticky and jaw aching, you chewed and licked until there wasnât a morsel of artificial sweetness left in the box.Â
The candy didnât help your headache, yet somehow it still made you feel better. A small gift on a day of mostly unpleasant surprises. Ironic, since the person you had to thank for the treat was the one who caused the tears.
Youâd have to face him eventually, there was still a question to be answered. That problem was entirely your own, and one you werenât anywhere near ready to face yet, so you sunk back down in the sheets and let the sugar crash knock you back out.
The second time you woke up, the sun was setting outside your window, your mouth dry and sour from the sugar and oversleeping. You sat up and chugged some water from the bottle you kept on the nightstand, think about how you should probably go downstairs, see what everyoneâs up to, check in with Carter. Yes, thatâs what you should do, so why was your body not rising from the bed?
You checked your phone: 7:12 pm. The day was basically over. In the span of it, youâd fallen in and out of love, had your heart broken, and slept for nearly twelve hours. And, as the pang in your stomach was so aptly reminding you, you hadnât eaten anything since Rafe made you eggs so many hours ago.
Your phone screen also showed you had about ten texts from Carter, checking on you and asking if you were okay. You opened them and sent a half-hearted âIâm good. Just catching up on sleep from the crazy semester.âÂ
Another growl of your stomach and you opened a different app, double checking the houseâs address before confirming your order of one large pizza - pepperoni and onions, extra cheese. The delivery estimate was forty-five minutes. Perfect.
You had gotten through one episode of your favorite show when the doorbell rang downstairs, just as youâd expected. A few seconds later and a knock on the door finally pulled you from the bed, your legs like jello from being dormant for so long. You threw on Topperâs U of F hoodie and padded towards the knocking.
Carter stood outside your door, your hot, steaming pizza in hand.
âDelivery,â she smiled tightly when you opened the door.
âThank you,â you said, taking the pie and opening it to smell the treat that was awaiting you.
âGlad to see youâre not dead up here,â she joked.
âYeah, sorry, Iâm just tired.â
She didnât buy it, you could read the concern all over her face, but there was nothing you wanted less right now than a lecture from her about everything that had happened with Rafe.
âWeâre doing a whole crab boil down there, why donât you just come down and-â
Actually, no. The last thing you wanted in the world right now was to sit across from Rafe, cracking crab shells and pretending nothing that happened had happened. You couldnât bear to see him, not yet.
âIâm just gonna stay up here tonight, okay?â You smiled despite the questioning look she was throwing you, silently pleading with her to just drop it and let you be.
âI knew this was gonna happen,â she frowned, hands landing on her hips in an indignant pose. She clearly wasnât going to just drop it.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself before saying âyou knew what was gonna happen?â
âI knew he was gonna hurt you, and now youâre spiraling out again. God, Iâm gonna kill him-â
âIâm not spiraling,â you interrupted her. âI just want some alone time. Iâm having a good time actually, Iâm just watching some -â
âYouâre holed up in your room, just like in high school, rotting away while heâs just down there hanging out and having a good time like he did nothing wrong. So fucking typical of him. Just come downstairs, donât let him do this to you,â the look of pity in her eyes was enough to make you sick.Â
Taking a deep breath, you set the pizza down on the top of the dresser, turning back to Carter with a stoic expression.
âCar, listen to me,â you said. âHeâs not âdoingâ anything to me. This is not just like high school, because Iâm not who I was in high school. I know youâre used to taking care of me, but believe it or not, in the four years weâve lived apart, Iâve actually gotten pretty good at taking care of myself. This is not a cry for help, itâs not me isolating and spiraling. This is me taking care of myself, and it might not look like how you take care of yourself, but weâre not the same. Please just go downstairs and let me do what I need to do. Iâm not a hurt little kid who needs saving, okay?â
Her brows knit tight, she scanned you from head to toe, like she could pick out any deception in your words by sight.
âFine,â she said. âIâm glad you know what you need. ButâŚjust, donât hide away for too long, okay?â
âIâm just gonna do what I need to do tonight, and tomorrow we can get back to our fun trip, okay?â You promised.
She thought about it for a long moment, you knew she was having trouble not asking you what had happened when you were gone this morning. The two of you hadnât even discussed Cassieâs arrival yet, and the millions of texts from her when your phone finally turned back on told you she had plenty to say, but right now you just needed for her to say nothing. Which she mustâve understood, because she finally nodded and slipped back downstairs.
The rest of the evening was spent watching your comfort show, eating your pizza and blocking out the muffled voices of the group wafting in from the patio through your window. Cozy in the blanket of solitude youâd wrapped around yourself was enough to eventually lull you into a decently restful sleep. Curtains on today, tomorrow would be better.
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
The empty mattress was cold against your reaching hand. You woke up reaching for something, you werenât sure what, the foggy dream youâd just had slipped away with the darkness as a stripe of sunlight leaked through the blinds and right over your closed eyelids.
With a groan, you sat up. You had done the whole self-care thing, a night in, letting the emotions settle and tears dry, and as youâd promised Carter, you should probably get back to the trip.
Blinking in the bright bathroom light, you turned the faucet on and ran some cold water over your face. The chilly water waking you up, you patted dry and blinked your eyes open into the mirror.
It was immediate, the way your gaze dropped to your own neck in the reflection. Right there splattered above your collarbone- three purple splotches in the shape of Rafeâs mouth. A constellation of reminders that youâd been so close to truly being his.
You gasped, fingertips flying up to skim over the tender spots. Flashes of your time with him in the car came back to you, your legs pinned to either side of his waist and his lips pinned to your throat. A swirl of desire and regret churned in your stomach at the memory.Â
By your best estimate, it had been about forty-three minutes total. Forty-three sets of sixty seconds that youâd been happy, known he was yours, kissed him and been with him and felt good about all of it. Forty-three minutes between him confessing his feelings for you and him dropping your hand in front of Cassie.
A wave of sadness crashed into you with no warning, one thought echoing in your mind, so loud and sad it robbed the air from your lungs; forty-three minutes would be all youâd ever get.
Hot tears stung your cheeks as they fell quick and heavy. You didnât bother finishing your skincare routine, or trying to self-soothe with some kind of platitude. You'd been perfectly, blissfully happy for forty-three minutes and youâd never be that happy again. You shuffled back down the hall and into bed, stopping first to pull Topperâs hoodie back in, as if keeping the hickies out of sight might make them heal faster.
Fuck greeting the day, fuck trying to end the trip on a positive note. Grief climbed over you and pinned your limp body to the mattress, clobbering you until the tears turned to dry, ragged breaths. You pulled out your laptop and restarted your comfort show. Maybe youâd just stay here, in the darkness, until the memory of him and the marks heâd left with his lips faded in time.
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The mattress sunk with the weight of someone climbing into bed next to you. For the briefest of moments a hope that you knew was absurd flashed across your mind - maybe it was him.
âGood morning,â Carterâs voice whispered, squashing the silly thought.
You didnât open your eyes to greet her, just readjusted in the bed to face away from her, pulling the covers higher over your chin.Â
âTime to rise and shine,â she poked your side, an annoying, cutesy sing-song effect added to her voice.
âNo thank you,â you grumbled into your pillow.
âOkay so get this,â she continued chipperly, ignoring your denial. âYou know how Jackâs family owns like a bunch of resorts and country clubs and shit? Well they own this bougie ass golf resort in Miami and he got us in for the day so we can go golfing and to the spa with all the millionaires.â
âYou hate golfing,â you pointed out.
âYeah, but we donât have to actually golf,â she waved off your logic. âItâs just about wearing cute outfits and looking hot on a golf cart.â
You rustled in the sheets, turning on your side to face her.
âAs inviting as that sounds, Iâm gonna pass,â you said, settling in to go back to sleep.
âNo, no,â she reached out to pull the covers off of you, making you groan in protest. âYou said you were only gonna be sad for a night, and that today weâd have fun. Well itâs today, time to stop being sad! And you like golfing, so letâs go.â
âIâm not sad,â you lied. âIâm just tired and I donât want to go.â
âCome on, weâve barely spent any time together and Iâm leaving soon.â Ah, so she was finally pulling the guilt trip card, you wondered when sheâd make that play. âAlso we have a lot to talk about, we havenât even discussed the wicked witch of the west blowing into town.â
Despite your current annoyance with her, you laughed at this, no need to clarify who she was referring to.
âItâs because Iâm trying not to think about her, actually,â you said, pulling the comforter back over your shoulders. âLet me get back to my dreams where sheâs far, far away in munchkin land.â
Carter tsked, pulling the covers down yet again. You shot daggers at her with your glare, the game already getting old.
She sighed, âI know Rafe dropping your hand in front of Cassie really put a damper on things, but I just really think itâs time to move -â
Your eyes narrowed, sitting up against your pillows in surprise.
âHow do you know Rafe dropped my hand in front of Cassie?â
Carterâs eyes widened when she realized the slip up sheâd made, suddenly lost for words, which was a rare issue for her.
âI justâŚwe were gonna come down and thenâŚ.â she stumbled over her explanation, hoping youâd allow her sentence to fizzle out, but your questioning glare didnât give her any reprieve.Â
âAnd then?â
âWe kind ofâŚheard you. You and Rafe when you came in from wherever you were,â she finally admitted.
Your jaw ticked, nodding without meeting her gaze, your passive aggression palpable.
âWhoâs âweâ?â You asked, avoiding her eyes and pulling back out your laptop to load up your comfort show.
âMe and Topper,â she pulled at a loose thread on your comforter. âAnd some of the others, but only for part of it. Iâm sorry, we shouldnât have listened, but I was worried about you.â
âHow much did you hear?â You said flatly, collecting the remaining information like a medical intake form, assessing the potential damage of the mortifying story she was telling.
âMe and Topper heard, like, all of it,â she confessed. âEveryone else heard just some pieces.â
You and Carter didnât fight, you never yelled at her, but the frustration and betrayal bubbling in your chest was threatening to end that streak. You needed a distraction or youâd lose it entirely. Hoping sheâd take the hint, you pressed play on the show, shutting back down. She lingered though, pushing the conversation to the exact place youâd hoped it wouldnât go.
âI mean what he did sucked and you should be pissed, but, you were only holding hands. At least you didnât like hook up with him or anything. Things can just go back to the way they were before the trip. You didnât hook up with him, right?â
âRight,â you half-lied.
Your anxiety over potentially having just decieved your sister manifested itself into the cartoonish image of a courtroom in your mind, your pencil-skirted lawyer standing between you and the judge: âyour honor, the term âhook-upâ could mean any number of things. If my clientâs sister had wanted the whole story, she should have been more specific.âÂ
But you knew Carter, any version of the story that didnât include every juicy detail may as well have been a knife in her back, sheâd be pissed if she found out. Subconsciously, you adjusted the hood of your sweatshirt, pulling it higher to ensure it fully covered your neck.
She had eavesdropped, and you had lied. It would all come out in the wash. At least, thatâs what you decided to tell yourself.
It didnât matter anyway, you realized with a fresh dose of unbearable sadness, because you and Rafe would never be together like you were this morning again.
You twisted quickly in the bed, angling away from her so she didnât see the tears welling on your lash line and turned up the volume on your show.
She stayed in the bed for a while, trying a few more times to start conversation and coax you to join them on the golf trip, but youâd perfected the art of the cold shoulder, blocking out her every attempt to get you to get out of the bed.
After maybe thirty minutes, she sighed and crawled out from under the covers, pulling out her phone as soon as she was outside your door and texting Topper: itâs worse than we thought.
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âDid you try telling her -â
âIâm telling you, I tried everything. She just shut me down. Sheâs really mad I think,â Carterâs face was pinched tight with worry as she whispered to Topper outside your door.
âOkay, well maybe, I dunno, youâre just not the person she wants to talk to right nowâŚâ he suggested, eager to help but hesitant to upset her any further.
âWhat, you think youâd fare better in there?â She snapped.
âI mean, I could try,â he shrugged.
She considered this. Maybe it would be beneficial to have a neutral party. Or maybe youâd scream at him, but either way heâd at least get more of a reaction out of you than she did, right?
âFine, be my guest,â she motioned towards your door.
Topper knocked lightly, eliciting a delayed âum, yeah?â from your voice behind the door. He slowly opened it and slipped inside.
Only a few minutes later, he emerged from the room, his face ashen, wide eyes skittishly avoiding Carter.
âWell?â She pried.
âI donât think I was the person she wanted to talk to either,â he said vaguely.
âDid she say anything?â She pressed.
âOh, she said a lot of thingsâŚâ he scratched the back of his neck, still not looking at her.
âMaybe sheâs mad at you too, for eavesdropping,â Carter puzzled. âMaybe we need someone who didnât hear much of their fight.â
Knocking on doors down the hallway, Carter coaxed the rest of the group, minus Cassie, Sabrina, and Rafe, who were nowhere to be found, out of their rooms and into Mission: Impossible - Get You to Leave Your Bed.
They each agreed, albeit reluctantly, to tiptoe their way into your room and try and talk you into coming out and joining the golf trip. One by one they emerged defeated. Not only had they not convinced you of anything, it seemed from Carterâs perspective that you had your own mission - to drag them all down into an existential crisis with you.
No new information to provide Carter about you, they each came out with some new insecurity that youâd talked them into.
Maddie was first, coming out with sad, round eyes and asking Carter, âdo you think Iâm smart enough for med school? What if I just wasted the last four years being pre-med?!â
Then Jack, who came out with his hand on his face, âdo you think I should reverse my nose job? What if my face never looks normal again?â
Even Tom attempted to warm you up, telling Topper, âI think sheâs right, I am only in finance to get my dadâs approval. Why doesnât he love me for me, man?â
With each friend who returned from a conversation with you full of anguish, Carter and Topper exchanged worried looks. What exactly was going on in that bedroom? You were just one girl, one who typically wouldnât hurt a fly, and yet this morning youâd apparently chosen violence, no one safe from your emotional carnage.Â
Also with each friend who emerged defeated, Topper suggested calling in Rafe for reinforcement, only for Carter to shoot the idea down. But heâd never seen Tom spiral like this, and it was his final straw. He disappeared into his room with some excuse about needing to check on the afternoonâs tee-time.
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Rafe hadnât run in years. At least, not like this.Â
Sure, he went for a jog now and then or opted for the treadmill between leg and back day every so often, but he hadnât done this kind of no-holds-barred, all-out-sprint since he was an athlete, and the burning in his lungs was reminding him why.Â
Plus, running provided all this space for his mind to wander. When he was lifting or doing some high intensity shit, he didnât have time to think. An open road and nothing but his own two legs? The opportunities for his brain to spiral were endless.
Still, today he kept running, the sand of the long beach kicking up with each heavy step. Heâd peeled his shirt off over a mile ago, sweat pooling everywhere possible as breath became more and more illusive. He could feel the early morning sun burning the tops of his shoulders, he knew heâd pay for not wearing sunscreen later.
Every time he was tempted to stop, some invisible force nipped at his heels, propelling him forward. It felt peculiarly like nightmares heâd had as a kid, though this time it wasnât a monster chasing him, but something much more elusive and indefinable. And he knew if he stopped, it would all catch up to him; everything heâd been trying to avoid for years. He wasnât sure heâd survive the ambush.
Music blared through his headphones, a playlist heâd listened to so many times that he barely heard it anymore. Suddenly, the music cut, his phone buzzing against his thigh in his gym shorts pocket.Â
Thankful for the excuse to slow down, he pulled out his phone to check the text, it was from Topper: dude somethingâs up with her, u gotta come help us. weâre trying to get her out of bed, she wonât talk to anyone. but she might talk to u
Rafeâs breathlessness suddenly had nothing to do with overworking it on the cardio. He didnât expect you to be a ball of sunshine the day after heâd done something so stupid to you, but he didnât understand what Topper meant by âsomethings up.â The fact that he was positive he was actually the last person youâd want to talk to right now only added to his shortness of breath.
It was all wrong, none of this happened the way it was supposed to. And now heâd possibly broken you for good. Maybe it was time to pack his bags.
To add insult to injury, standing along the shoreline, only about ten feet in the distance, was the other girl whoâs heart heâd broken, glowing in the sunrise and looking like a goddamn marble statue. Jesus Rafe, he thought, you really know how to lose âem.
He tried to duck out of sight, but she had already clocked him, standing at the edge of the water in her stylish swimsuit and wrap looking like a fucking greek goddess. She was the ideal female specimen, and yet, as he noticed with curiosity, there was nothing in him that was attracted to her. If anything, he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. But she smiled softly and raised her hand in a polite wave, and despite what you may believe now, he wasnât a total asshole.
Giving her a small wave back, he approached the shoreline, matching her stance looking out at the water. The moment was silent and awkward for just a second, Cassie flicking her hair off her shoulder and digging her toe into the sand as Rafe searched helplessly for words.
âYou look good, Cass,â is what he finally landed on.
She looked at him, shielding her eyes from the sun. He expected her to tell him he looked good too, a smile already forming on his lips as a response to her incoming compliment.
âYouâre an idiot, Rafe.â
âI- wh- what the fuck?â He was so thrown he couldnât even find words to express it.
âYou were with her yesterday morning when you saw me, right? Like with her with her?â She surmised, a small upturn of her lips at his confused look.
âIâm sorry you saw that, I tried not to make it weird for you. I didnât know you were gonna see us,â he stammered, the misplaced pity in his voice only making her laugh at him more.
âRafe, you dumped me four years ago,â she chuckled. âBelieve me when I tell you Iâm over it. Also, considering the fact that you dumped me for her, I really wasnât that surprised to see you together.â
âI didnât break up with you for her,â he corrected, reiterating a point heâd made a thousand times, and had yet to successfully convince her of.
âOh câmon Rafe,â she turned towards him, hands on her hips in exasperation. âLetâs not do the whole âI just needed to focus on collegeâ thing again. Weâre both adults now, can we just be honest? You dumped me because you were in love with her. And based on the look on your face yesterday before you noticed me, Iâd say you still are.â
A deep crease wrinkled Rafeâs forehead as he avoided her gaze, feeling like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He actually thought he did a pretty good job keeping it from her, but apparently sheâd clocked it easily, even all those years ago.
âSo you knew? Like the whole time?â He mumbled.
Cassie scoffed, âI was a bitch in high school, but I wasnât stupid.â
âYou werenât a bitch,â he tried to console her, though she didnât need it, her easy smile making it clear sheâd made her peace with this fact.
âYou should ask her if she thinks I was a bitch,â she gestured up toward your bedroom window. âI think sheâd agree with me, seeing as she was pretty much my main target.â
âYeah, you couldâve been nicer to her, I guess,â he conceded.
âYou couldâve too,â she pointed out.
A spark of shame flared in his gut. You had tried to tell him back then, tried to explain the ways Cassie mistreated you behind closed doors when nobody was looking, but he always brushed it off. Eager to have an excuse to avoid confronting Cassie about it, and if he was being honest, summing it up to a girl being oversensitive. God, maybe he was the bitch.
âIâm sorry if it made you feel weird yesterday, seeing us together. I was trying to get out of the moment without hurting anyone and I think I may have hurt you both,â he explained.
Cassie just shook her head with a small smile, he had grown physically since the last time she saw him, but he still had the social awareness of a seven year old.
Silently, she raised her left hand, displaying the massive emerald cut diamond on her ring finger, âI mean it when I say Iâm fine, Rafe.â
His eyes widened, blinded by the diamondâs sheen in the sunlight. It mustâve been five, maybe six carats.
âHoly shit,â he grinned. âYouâre, uhâŚâ
âGetting married,â she nodded. âWhen I said I was over youâŚâ
âNo, yeah, message received,â he chuckled, feeling foolish.
It dawned on him slowly, the realization that seeing him with you had no impact on Cassie at all, except maybe to confirm suspicions she already had. There had been no good reason to drop your hand after all, he wasnât sparing anyoneâs feelings, he was only hurting yours. And now because of it, he may have lost you for good.
âShit,â he groaned, his shoulders falling.
Cassie gave him a sympathetic look, reading the regret all over his face.
âWas she mad?â She clued.
âUm, yeah, more than Iâve ever seen her,â he said.
âGood. Itâs about damn time,â she huffed.
Rafeâs brow furrowed in confusion, stunned by her words and apparent lack of sympathy.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He scoffed.
âShe shouldâve given you shit a long time ago, Rafe. She deserves to give us both a hard time actually. But now that you guys are together -â
âWeâre not together,â he blurted out, surprising Cassie and himself with the statement.Â
âYouâve gotta be kidding me, Rafe. You still havenât told her how you feel? God, I swear, Cameron, youâre dumber than you look.â
âNo, no, I did. I told her, I asked her to be with me. But she - then IâŚI think itâs too late,â he struggled with his words like he was new to the language.Â
Cassie nodded, making a nearly inaudible âhmmâ noise that he recognized well. It was the same noise sheâd made when he talked about you back then, letting him know she clearly had more to say but was holding back.
âSay it,â he smirked at her familiar mannerism.
âOh, nothingâŚâ
âYouâve got no poker face, Bryant. Never have,â he jibbed.
âI just thinkâŚI donât know,â she stalled. âItâs really not my place, and Iâm definitely not going to pretend I really know her, but I donât think you wait for someone for fifteen years just to throw in the towel over ten seconds of stupidity. Which it was, really stupidâ she gave him a disapproving look, which he accepted, knowing she was right, âbut stillâŚyou have your flaws, Rafe, god knows I know that. But I still think youâre the kind of guy a girl would wait for. And I think sheâs the kind of girl you donât give up on.â
Rafe took in a deep breath, his eyes grazing back over the horizon, considering her words. He couldnât help but blush a little at the way she said heâs someone worth waiting for. It was the nicest thing anyoneâs said to him in a long time. And her point about you being the kind of girl he shouldnât give up on? That was the truest thing anyone had said in a long time.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned his head towards her slightly.
âWhat?â She rolled her eyes at his obvious amusement.
âAre youâŚdare I sayâŚrooting for me and her?â He teased.
Reluctantly, she smiled back, her lips twisted into a knowing grin as she watched some jet skiers a few yards off shore.Â
âFalling in love made me soft, okay?â She defended herself.
âIâm happy for you,â he told her. âI really am.â
âIâm happy for you too, Rafe,â she said earnestly. âOr I will be, when you get your head out of your ass and go up there and make things right with her.â
Nerves twisted in his stomach. He knew you didnât want to see him, knew youâd push him away, knew he deserved it. But if he left here without trying, without fighting for you, heâd never forgive himself.Â
He passed a sidelong glance at Cassieâs ring. It was strange, you all really were at the age where things like marriage and families, things like forever, were suddenly real and within reach. It should make him nervous, should make him spiral into an existential crisis and hide from commitment. But when he thought of you, it didnât feel strange, because with you forever had always been real, and if it wasnât meant to be, then the universe was going to have to pry it from his fucking hands.
Cassie gave him an urging look, nodding back towards the house as if to say, âitâs now or never, dude.â
He nodded, a deep breath and a thankful smile to his ex, and ran towards you.
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Yet again, your bedroom door opened with someone emerging who wasnât you. Running out of options, Carter had sent Kelce in. Maybe he could annoy you into getting out of bed, it was worth a shot. She didnât really expect it to work, but she definitely didnât expect him to come back out sniffling.
âKelce, are you crying?â She asked him, disbelief raising her voice an octave.
âWhen did your sister get so mean?â He asked, voice cracking.
The group tried and failed to stifle their laughter. Topper threw his arm around Kelceâs shoulder.
âHey, hey guys we need to normalize men crying,â he scolded the group. âEven if they sound like little girls when they do it.â
Laughter echoed through the hall again, Kelce storming away indignantly, nearly bowled over by Rafe, who appeared suddenly at the top of the stairs.Â
He was still shirtless, half-dried sweat making his sculpted torso glisten under the hallwayâs lights. A body that made even the straight men on the second floor swoon a little.
The laughing stopped immediately at his arrival, Rafeâs sweaty, shirtless form breaking through the huddle.
âShe still in there?â He asked Topper, his face serious as hell.
âYeah man,â Topper answered.
âYouâre probably the last person she wants to talk to right now, Rafe,â Carter snipped.
âKinda looks like you are, actually,â Rafe shot back at her, gesturing to her position on the other side of the hall, making her jaw flex with the force of the scowl she aimed at him. âGive me five minutes.â
Rafe slipped through the crack in your door, shutting it firmly behind him.
âSorry, but I thought it was time to bring in the big guns,â Topper gave Carter an apologetic smile.
ââBig gunsâ is right,â Maddie giggled, fanning herself dramatically at the memory of Rafeâs figure. âI mean, goddamn.â
Carter slumped against the wall, arms crossed, hating the whole thing, hating him.
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âOh my god,â your heart raced at the sight of Rafe, half naked and panting, bursting into your room. You pulled the blankets higher over you, feeling suddenly exposed even though you were the fully clothed one between the two of you.
âGood morning,â He chipped, throwing your curtains open and flooding the room, making you cry out his name in protest, hiding further in your bed.
âWhat the fuck are you doing in here?â You groaned.
âCan we talk now, please?â He asked, standing in the window, his sculpted body illuminated by the Florida sun, framed by the glinting rise and fall of the ocean in the distance. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel. It made you angry, knowing there was too much history to be able to justify getting out of bed and climbing into his arms, which if you were being honest was all you really wanted to do at that moment. âHave you thought about my question from yesterday?â
Suddenly, you werenât pissed at him for dropping your hand, or for the prom thing, or any of the other similar stories that accompanied it, enough heartbreak to write a book of memoirs. You were mad at him because he asked you the question: âare you my girl?â in the first place and now, looking up at him, you knew how you needed to answer.
âNo.â
âLook, I know I did something shitty, but itâs been like twenty-four hours now and if we could just talk -â
âNo, Rafe. Iâm saying, I have thought about the question, and the answer is no. I donât want to be with you. Iâm done.â
He just stood there, he just fucking stood there, looking down at you for a full minute before reacting.Â
When he finally did, his bottom lip stuck out as he nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets and strolling casually across your room. Moving slowly, he stopped to survey the jewelry, makeup and other knick-knacks on your vanity, running his fingers over them like a restless kid in a store. You sat in bed with a furrowed brow and watched him with confusion, his muscular shoulders relaxed as they finally shrugged in response.
âNo,â he shook his head, turning back to face you.
âI donât remember asking you a question,â you were sitting up against the headboard now, arms crossed as you glared at him from under the hoodie.
âHave some coffee, think it over, weâll talk about it,â he rambled, so casually it made your blood boil.
âI have thought about it! Iâve been in here for a whole day thinking about it,â you gestured around the room to emphasize your point.
He sighed, leaning back against your dresser on his arms, his triceps flexing as he looked down at you in the bed, ânah youâve been in here hiding. What are you even doing?â
âIâm fine, Rafe,â you rolled your eyes. You hadnât wanted to open up to any of the people who had come into the room before him, but you wanted his sympathy least of all. Good thing, you suppose, because he didnât give it to you.
âI didnât ask you if you were fine, I asked you what you were doing,â he said plainly.
Once again, Rafe was surprising you. You assumed when you saw him again, heâd be groveling, begging for you back, and youâd have to push him away. But here he was, not a hint of longing in his voice, just a blank face and a carved body you couldnât believe was actually real. He wasnât begging for you back, if anything he was being a little rude. God, what was wrong with you that it made you want him a little more?
âIâm watching TV,â you stammered dumbly, using your last sliver of willpower to direct your eyes to the laptop screen and away from him. âAnd getting over you.â
âTurn it off,â he responded. âAnd get out of bed.â
âI donât know if you heard me just now, but I rejected you,â you were starting to get angry now. What was really pissing you off was the fact that out of everyone whoâd come in here today, Rafe was the only one matching your energy. And it was successfully throwing you off balance. âI donât know why youâre even still in here.â
âYeah and I donât know if you heard me, but I said no. If you wanna pissed at me, fine. But Iâm not giving up on you and youâre not gonna spend the rest of this trip in here rotting because youâd hate yourself for wasting your last few days with Carter by freezing her out. So get up.â
âStop acting like you know the first fucking thing about me, Rafe,â you rolled your eyes, sitting up straight on the mattress, the closest youâd been to getting up all morning.
âOh donât I? Really,â he looked around the room, gesturing towards the half empty pizza box from the night before, âpepperoni and onions? Extra cheese?â
âOkay, so youâve seen me order pizza before, that doesnât mean -â
âAnd I betcha I know what show youâre watching, the one you played like a million times junior year. Except youâre skipping the season finales because you donât like endings. Which is how I know youâll be so mad at yourself if you let Carter leave for the UK without making some good memories here with her.â
Rafe walked to the edge of the bed, resting forward on his hands and leaning toward you, the mattress sinking under his strength, causing you to slide towards the spot he was pushing it down. âYou done with me? Fine. But Iâm not done with you, so Iâm not leaving this room until you get out of the fucking bed.â
âGet out,â you said through gritted teeth, scrambling to fight the forces of gravity and scoot away from him.
He only pushed the mattress down harder, making you tumble towards him, âno.â
You used your arms and feet to push yourself away from him as much as you could, needing desperately not to touch him, not to remind your body what his felt like, determined that youâd never let yourself feel him again.
His eyes were steely, expression fixed. He wasnât leaving, and youâd never be able to overpower him physically, all you had left was a verbal defense.
Your chin wobbled with the angry tears you were failing to fight back, and for the second time today, you lied to protect yourself, âI hate you.â
He nodded that same, pursed lip nod, standing straight again, just looking down at you with an immovable defiance.Â
âIâm not leaving,â he repeated.
Heart pounding with regret and adrenaline, you scooted back to the edge of the mattress. A disbelief that youâd just said what you said and the nauseating desire to crawl into his arms and beg for forgiveness, even though you knew you should stand your ground, you rose shakily from the bed. Needing to get away from him, and whatever version of yourself youâd just turned into. Desperate to escape with as few people seeing you cry as possible, you pushed past the crowd outside your door without a word and beelined toward the bathroom for a long, hot shower.
A few moments later, Rafe emerged from the room as well, holding the pizza box and other trash collected from your hiding place.Â
âWoah you did it,â Topper congratulated him. âHowâd you get her up?â
Rafe ignored him, his eyes on Carter, who watched him with a suspicious glare. He didnât speak, disappearing back down the hall. Once heâd tossed your trash, he stood at the sink trying to breathe and make peace with what just happened, what youâd said to him.
As the ocean waves crashed violently outside the wide kitchen windows, a similar uneasy tide rose in his chest, threatening to spill over and destroy everything in sight.
Before he knew it, he was running again. He made it a half a mile down the beach before the inevitable caught up with him, squeezing his chest with a sharp pain. He doubled over, gripping his heart and wincing as the muscle constricted, his heartbeat erratic and vision blurry from lack of oxygen. His knees slammed into the hot sand as his body crashed out one limb at a time.
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âRafe? Rafe, are you okay?! Rafe!!âÂ
(to be continued)
a/n: okay ik this part is a lot of establishing things for the next part but part two will be nice and juicy and even have some giggles and good times
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Babyâs first christmas
Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, you two have a kid, tooth rotting fluff, JJK men being dads, tis the season, kind of suggestive on Satoruâs and Sukunaâs. Not proofread bc itâs christmas.
An: Happy holidays! No Choso because I never really include him in my JJK men as dads series. Sorry Choso enjoyers!! Also, the kids names have no affiliation with the names of anyone in JJK. They were names I thought up a while ago. This is a little short because I wrote it on Christmas Eve lol.
Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna
SATORU
This would be Satoruâs first Christmas at home with a family. His clan didnât celebrate Christmas, and even if they did, Satoru knew santa wasnât real from a very young age.
He stared at you and your infant son as you rocked him back and forth. Satoru swore he could feel his heart swell three sizes larger. He knew that realistically his son, Aoi, wouldnât remember this Christmas, but he wanted to create traditions.
He wanted to have something that he could look forward to every year.
âWhere are you going?â You asked your husband with a warm laugh as he grabbed his keys and wallet. It was the night before Christmas. Everything would be closed by now, and they wouldnât open until the day after Christmas.
âDonât worry about it, Sweets. Iâll be home soon.â He assured you with his signature grin. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to both yours and Aoiâs head. His small baby stirred, making the cutest grunts and sleep noises. âMake sure to leave some cookies out for Santa. I think he should be stopping by soon.â
You rolled your eyes playfully at your husbandâs antics. It was never a dull moment between you two.
âI think my sweet-toothed husband will eat them before Santa gets to them.â You remarked at Satoru headed towards the door. He flashed you a cheeky smile.
âNo promises. Itâs the thought that counts anyways.â He said before heading out into the snowy night. You shook your head at him, knowing he was likely up to no good.
You continued rocking Aoi in the rocking chair for a little while. Aoi could be a very fussy baby when mama or dada wasnât holding him, so you werenât taking any chances of putting him down just yet.
Instead, you carefully wrapped him up in a sling baby carrier, and you popped some cookies in the oven. Satoru helped you make the dough yesterday, and you two had already cut them out into various Christmas shapes.
Your mind was elsewhere as you cleaned up the kitchen and thought about what all needed to be done tomorrow. Satoruâs clan didnât celebrate Christmas, but you had planned a surprise Christmas party and invited all of his friends to come celebrate with you three.
After a while, the oven beeped signaling that the cookies were at the perfect level of doneness. You put on your oven mitts on before carefully removing the pan. As you sat it down on the stove, the sound of tumbling down the chimney caught your attention.
Was there an animal trapped in your chimney? You grimaced at the thought of trying to save a rabid animal from the confines of your chimney.
You stepped over to the chimney to investigate from afar. With Aoi in your arms, you didnât want to put your son in harmâs way.
Luckily for you, your goofy husband stared back up at you. His bright blue eyes were unmistakable, even while he had on a fake Santa costume with a fake beard. His face was smeared with black marks from the coal in your fireplace.
âHo, ho, ho..â He laughed in a thick bellowing tone as he crawled out of the fireplace.
âSatoru, what are you doing? Youâre going to scar Aoi.â You laughed as you walked over to your husband, wiping some smears off his cheek.
âI donât know this Satoru you speak of. He must be on my naughty list. Ho, ho, ho.â Fake Santa continued, shooting you a small wink. He really wasnât going to give up this act easily, was he?
He didnât. Satoru played as Santa, placing a few gifts under the tree and munching on some homemade cookies and milk in the act. He had to perfect his Santa persona for when Aoi would be able to form memories.
Your real husband conveniently didnât return until after âSantaâ had left, and he even had the audacity to pout about not receiving any gifts from Santa. You had to politely inform him that he was on the naughty list this year, which promptly had Satoru smirking at you.
âBummer. Santa even forgot to leave me a lump of coal. If only there was another way for me to be punished for being on the naughty listâŚâ
SUGURU
You were dreading Christmas. A new mom with twin baby girls and several houses to go to just didnât sound like any fun. Of course, your husband, Suguru, would offer to help in any way he could, but you both knew you were going to be exhausted and overstimulated by the end of the day.
âWe donât have to go see everyone.â Suguru murmured into your ear. It was the night before Christmas, and you had just been anxiously carrying on about how badly you didnât want to get out tomorrow.
His large palm rubbed up and down your arm in a soothing manner as he cradled you in his strong arms. Your head was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart.
âThat would be rude.â You murmured.
âAs if Iâve ever cared about being rude.â Suguru retorted with a calm smile. He then reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp, cascading your bedroom in darkness.
You two snuggled in each otherâs arms, sharing lazy kisses and sweet nothings. It felt like you only managed to blink your eyes before one of your girls were crying over the baby monitor.
Patting the bed next to you, you find nothing but slightly warmed sheets. Geto mustâve already gotten up with the girls. One look at the baby cam has your heart melting.
Your husbandâs sleepy eyes are half closed as he has a baby in each arm. He was quietly trying to shush them, speaking softly, âPlease, donât wake up mama. Let her sleep in today, girls. She deserves to rest easy on Christmas.â
You pushed the covers up off of you, unable to resist seeing this moment for yourself. You lean against the nursery doorway as you watch him continue shushing and rocking the twins.
âMerry Christmas, Suguru.â You finally spoke, giving away your presence. Your husband subtly flinched before turning around to meet your gaze.
âMerry Christmas, darling.â He responded before walking over and pressing a kiss to your lips. âI have a surprise for you.â He murmured into your presence.
A crease formed between your eyebrows as you wondered just what he was up to. He carefully nodded towards the window, signaling for you to take a look outside.
The bright light reflecting off the white powdery substance had you shielding your eyes. It mustâve snowed at least 7 inches throughout the night.
âWeâre snowed in.â Geto quietly chuckled, pleased with the turn of luck. You two didnât have to haul the twins to several houses, and you two could just rest easy at home.
NANAMI
Your husband had always been an early riser. He was consistently up earlier than you, even on christmas morning. You were normally really into Christmas, but you never managed to wake up before him.
Even this morning, you drowsily rolled over in your shared bed, trying to find your husbandâs presence, but he was no where to be found.
You slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes free from sleep. You were honest surprised that Hana didnât wake you two up during the night and Yuji hadnât woke you up either.
Getting out of bed, you see Nanami had already placed your robe and slippers next to the bed for your convenience. You smile before slipping those on and heading downstairs.
âNanamin, does this bacon need to be flipped?â You hear Yujiâs voice ask. The soft sounds of Bluey playing on the living room TV also fill your ears, and Hanaâs soft babbling can be heard as well.
âYes, go ahead and flip it.â Your husband instructs Yuji. You two had adopted Yuji after the events at Jujutsu Tech. He needed a family, and you two had a loving home that was painfully empty. Now, it was never a dull moment between Yuji and his little sister, Hana.
You quietly creep into the kitchen, and you smile at the sight. Your husband was clad in a white apron that said, âKiss the chefâ. You had gotten it for him long ago, and he still wears it to this day. He was working making some pancakes while Yuji was tending to the bacon.
Hana was in her bouncer chair in the living room. Nanami rarely ever parked her in front of the TV, but walking around with her in a sling wasnât an option this morning, not when Yuji was frying bacon and she could be popped with it.
âMerry Christmas, you two.â You said, finally announcing your presence. Yuji looked up at you before his lips turned into a pout, and Nanami let out a small chuckle.
âGood morning, darling. You couldnât sleep for just a few more minutes? Yuji wanted to give you breakfast in bed as a christmas present.â Your husband walked over to you, and he pressed a kiss against your temple.
âAw, sorry, Yuu. I was excited to see you and Hana open up gifts.â You said with an empathetic smile, and Yujiâs pout vanishes.
âThatâs alright! I can give you breakfast on the couch. Itâs almost as good as breakfast in bed.â His bright smile quickly returns to him.
âItâs perfect, Yuu.â You say before ruffling his soft pink hair. He was such a good kid. He deserved the world and more.
A little while later, your family was sat upon the couch. Nanami was passing out Christmas gifts. Hana was sat in your lap as you helped her unwrap her gifts. She, of course, wouldnât remember this, but this would be your favorite memory of all time.
âLetâs give Hana and Yuji another little sibling next Christmas.â You mutter to Nanami as you two watch Yuji and Hana play together on the floor.
âEw! I heard that!â Yuji pouted, causing for both you and Nanami to laugh.
TOJI
Sweet baby Megumi was just three days old on his first Christmas. You and Toji had been hoping that the doctors were going to finally discharge you and Megumi, so you two could go home on Christmas.
Itâs not that you two had any plans. You both came from broken families, but even if you did have family, you two had agreed on no visitors for the first week. You didnât want to risk Megumi or you getting sick, especially since all the nasty sickness goes around during December.
You two also just wanted to get use to life with a baby. This was your first, and you were young. There was going to be a small adjustment period, and you wanted to worry about that without also worrying about visitors.
Toji was laid up in the hospital bed with you. He didnât care about the damn policy. His wife just had a baby. He was going to hold her in his arms as much as he could.
Megumi was in your arms, sleeping away peacefully. âHeâs got your eyelashes. Iâm jealous.â You murmur to Toji as both of you admire your beautiful baby.
âHeâs got your mouth.â Toji offered as consolation, and you let out a small giggle.
âThatâs all he got from me. I carried him for nine months, and he had the audacity to look like he fell from your ass.â You comment back, making Toji grin down at you.
âSorry, ma. Those Zenin genes are unfortunately strong.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead. âIf I could have it my way, he would look just like you.â
âNo,â You whispered with a heartfelt smile. Tears blurred some of your vision as your hormones were still so out of balance from birthing a child. âHeâs perfect. I love him so much already.â
âDonât cry, ma.â Toji muttered as he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. This would only be the 20th time you cried over how much you love your son.
A knock at the door startles you both, and your doctor walks in with a pleasant smile. âMerry Christmas, you two.â
âMerry Christmas.â You respond back in a hesitant tone. The thought of the doctor informing both of you that you had to stay another day worried you to no end. Both you and Toji were going stir crazy inside that hospital room.
âIâm sure both of you are ready to take your little bundle of joy home.â The doctor says as he flips through your chart briefly. âSo, Iâm going to let you go home today.â
Sighs of relief fill the room. It was probably the best Christmas gift you had ever gotten.
Scratch that, seeing Toji do the âhot dad walkâ was definitely the best Christmas gift you had ever gotten. He was wearing a black hoodie, carrying a carseat with your son all bundled in, and he was walking out to the car as a nurse pushed you in a wheelchair (you tried denying the wheelchair, but itâs âhospital policyâ).
âWeâre bad parents.â You cried on the way home. Toji was flabbergasted by how quickly your mood could change.
âWeâre not bad parents. Why would you say that, ma?â He asked as he reached over and rubbed your thigh while driving the car. Megumi was peacefully asleep in the back seat.
âWe didnât get our son anything for Christmas.â You mumble through the tears. Megumi was actually due on December 26th, but he decided to come a little early. You two decided that a newborn didnât need gifts, and you were heavily pregnant, so the idea of wrapping any gifts didnât spark you any joy.
âDoll, we literally gave him life. Besides, Iâve only known the brat for a couple days. How should I know what to get him?â Toji jokes, trying to make you feel better about the lack of gifts. You let out a small laugh in response.
âI promise, ma. Weâll give him a better Christmas than you and I ever got next year.â
SUKUNA
âMy son will worship no false deity. Iâm the only god getting worshipper around here.â Sukuna declared as he covered up Ryuâs ears with his hands.
âSanta Claus is not a false deity, Kuna. Heâs a fairytale.â You respond back to your husband as you roll your eyes. Itâs not even like your sweet baby could even understand what you two were saying about Santa anyways.
It was his first Christmas, and you were trying to introduce both Sukuna and Ryu to the human traditions for the holiday season. It seemed like neither of them were having it.
âDo curses do anything for the winter solstice?â You ask Sukuna, looking up at him from your seat on the floor as you help Ryu unwrap another gift from Santa you and Sukuna.
âWe eat a virgin.â The king of curses reply without skipping a beat, causing you to look up at him with disgust and horror. âOh, donât worry, flower. Youâre safe. I made sure of that long ago.â
You roll your eyes and give him a pity laugh. Sukuna thinks heâs so funny sometimes. âYeah, I didnât think anyone would mistake me for a virgin when I have your baby on my hip constantly.â
âYou should have another on your other hip.â Sukuna comments with a wolfish grin. Ever since you pushed Ryu, Sukuna had been gunning to get you pregnant again.
âI think one half-curse, half-human baby is enough, Kuna.â You say with a small laugh while jingling a toy in front of Ryuâs face. He giggles happily as he reaches out to grab it from you.
âYouâre the only human that gets away with defying me. You know that? I wouldâve already dismantled anyone else.â He comments, and you roll your eyes once again. âI should inform Krampus of your disobedience.â
âWait- curses believe in Krampus?â You ask as you look back up at him, finally intrigued by what he was saying.
âHeâs real. There is no believing in him. He goes around and punishes the naughty children, even curse spawn have to worry about Krampus.â Sukuna informed as he propped his head up with his hand and gave a lazy smile. One of his favorite pastimes was teaching you about his culture. He loved how you always listened and absorbed the information while trying to relate it to human culture.
âIsnât being naughty what curse spawn are meant to be?â You question as you cock an eyebrow. Sukuna gives a low chuckle in response.
âYes, but theyâre still expected to obey their elders as Ryu is expected to obey us.â His large palm gently pats Ryu head, and your son looks up at him with the most innocent of smiles.
Most babies are inherently terrified of Sukuna as if they could sense the danger from him, but Ryu loved his dad and never showed any signs of fear. The sight of you and Ryu playing with toys on Christmas morning was enough for Sukunaâs heart to grow three sizes bigger.
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Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with himđ¤Łâ¤
LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC đ¤§đđ
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You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work.Â
And then, one day, he surprises them with a âsheâd love yâall to come over one day.â
âDidnât you say sheâs a lilâ shy?â Kyle voiced out everyoneâs thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.
âShe is, yeah, but sheâs open tâmeeting a few pals oâmine.â Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasnât hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.
And, well, it would be rude to decline a ladyâs generous offer, now, would it?
Johnnyâs hyped, no doubt, his friendsâno, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didnât even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.
And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friendsâ arrival.Â
With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.
You introduced yourself, âItâs nice to finally meet you guys.â
Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they wouldâve thought you were scared of them. But, you werenât and the proud smile on Johnnyâs face says it all.Â
Why wouldnât he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and Johnâs hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.
But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense.Â
In the words of Johnny; âOpposites attract, after all.â
And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whippedâŚ. Was putting it lightly.
Itâs funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.
Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.
Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldnât bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. Heâs expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.
âSHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAYâ type of beat, but itâs the man whoâs saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).
But theyâd be lying if they said they didnât enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings donât go his way, even though it all went well in the end.
Why wouldnât they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?
âJohnny, câmon, now, sheâs a part of the family! Sheâll need some photos oâyou for when you move in together soon.â Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldnât even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.
But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasnât your intention, your home is another.
A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats.Â
Oh, the seats.
John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it.Â
Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, itâs no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you.Â
Dare they say, the visit felt like a âcultural resetâ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isnât something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want.Â
Bonus: Johnâs definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a missionâlike it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!
âMâtellinâ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something tâsay, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.â He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.
âSounds like a keeper to me.â
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