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Turning Point - Part 5
Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Angst, Loss of Arm, Lots of emotional struggle with disability, mentions for Rafayel stories, and myths, violent imagery and arguments.
Word Count: 5456
Written: 9th January 2025
Notes: Pre-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. Rafayel is so hard to write for a lot of reasons, but also is one of my favourite characters in any story because he's just... contains multitudes. I also feel like he's the one who struggles most with all these other people in MC's life. I also feel like he's so fixated on pain, and struggle, that he forgets kindness can be offered to him with no price. Anyway, I enjoyed working on this bit a lot even though it was hard. Enjoy! Also as a side note, the song of choice I can only partially explain, Rafayel out of all the boys makes me think of regency romance on a level I truly cannot explain. (even though he doesn't have a dancing scene... YET!!)
Now Playing: All I Want, by Kris Bowers
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Rafayel loves you. That is never in doubt. He finds himself bitter and aching that there is so much you have shared that only he remembers.
Sometimes it comes out in harsh words or lies. Even though he knows it is unfair to punish you, when you can't control it.
Mostly, however, he tries to enjoy moments with you. Hoping that something will spark, and you will look at him and see long years of history.
Remember his longing and his love in all its forms.
Remember all the facets that make him up. Perhaps it's cowardice to want your memories to fill in the blanks that he is too scared to tell you. Blood on his hands, heart offered up. He does not want to see your expression change. For you to fear or hate who he is⊠who he can become.
He thinks about beautiful blue seas, and the breath stolen underwater.
When he finds himself thinking of the beach he waited at, every year, he pushes himself into his work.
Now, he spends most of his days at your side. In case you need him. He watches closely, because he's used to you hiding your struggle from him. When you're sick, you've hidden it, he's reminded you that you're not a superhero. As much as you put on a brave front for every kid that sees your hunter reels.
Rafayel has watched this version of you for a long time, before he finally met you again. Properly.
He has seen so many renditions of you, no matter who you have been⊠he has loved you. He has and will love you for eternity and beyond, even if it might be easier not to.
Rafayel has finished most of his work for his exhibit, as he stares at the final piece that is missing something that he cannot find.
Sun blends with sea, as the tides recede. As silver bones are left behind to bleach.
He stares and stares and nothing comes. Just that vague, irritating feeling of incompletion.
"You're going to burn a hole in it, fish."
"Sylus, leave the man alone, he's actually working."
Rafayel huffs⊠and therein lies his other problem. Your consortium of bizarre attachments. If he were less observant, he could pretend they see you as a friend only.
But he is a man who can kill another, who can plan his revenge, who can hide in plain sight. Who is capable of sneaking up even on the N109 Zone Leader.
So he can see and he can't ignore. He also can't ignore that they comfort you as well.
You have teased him for being childish, and he thinks the irritating feeling in his gut, that demands he steal all of your time, that you are his bonded partner, confirms such a claim. He is not possessive of a lot⊠your heart is his.
He tries to ignore the doctor and the crow. Staring straight ahead, hoping that answers will come to him, but he cannot. He can feel their presence and it is on the edge of his consciousness. Poking at it.
Like he is a crab on the beach and a child wants to watch his pincers clasp.
"Maybe you should take a walk, get some fresh air."
"Do you want the fish to suffocate, Doctor?"
"Truly, you are incapable of not prodding at others aren't you?"
He huffs this time, turning his face to look at the two. Zayne is typing on his laptop, barely looking up to converse, while Sylus is on his tablet, glasses on the end of his nose.
The two look eerily similar like this.
Rafayel tries not to compare the doctor to the crow, it's unflattering. At least the doctor can heal your wounds.
When he speaks though, his irritation comes out in the snippy tone he takes, "Your opinions are noted, dumb crow. Then swiftly discarded."
The man does that irritating little laugh he does, that is more a puff of air than a real laugh. Like it's too much effort to feel anything, and Rafayel wants to pluck his feathers.
How you can tolerate him, he'll never know.
At least the hunter is quietâŠ
Still, he wants to get out of here, they make it harder for him to think, and he can't make progress like this. So he stands, shrugging at them and heads towards the door, as he goes to make through he almost collides with you and Xavier returning from the hospital. He isn't surprised when you move out the way just in time, you're a hunter and your training has made you capable. Still as he greets you, you hesitate, before tugging at his shirt before he can leave.
He looks down, your hand holding onto the fabric, not tough enough to tear, but enough to halt his movements.
"Are you alright, Raffy?"Â
It shouldn't surprise him that you notice the tick in his jaw, or the stress under his skin. It isn't the first time, and you've shown many times to have been able to pick out when his mood has dropped. You're observant as part of being a hunter, you're careful, you pay attention. You're smart.
You care.
About him, about his mood⊠about his life. His irritation settles, soothes at the edges, and his smile is easier, "I need some fresh air. Want to come with?"
You hesitate and he watches the fear enter your eyes. Wavering. You walk between the hospital and the apartment when you don't take Zayne's car, but that's the extent of your journeys. He wants to pull you by the hand⊠make you see the sea with him.
"Where are you going?"
"Whitesands."
It's far enough removed, very few people visit it, and he will get a walk somewhere familiar. Perhaps it's familiar enough for you to follow him.
He extends his hand, carefully, trying to keep the need from bubbling to the surface. If he could take you away far from here, he would. Take you to everything he's ever seen, so he can see it with new eyes. Yours.
Your hand stretches out, and your fingers tremble, before you finally take his, "Alright, if it's quiet." Your request is one he'll happily grant. Both of you alone, he can't think of a better way to spend his time.
The walk is kind to him, as they head towards Whitesand Bay, he gets to keep your hand in his, listen to the song of the world, and watch as your steps become lighter. You stop staring down at your arm and checking around you, eventually focusing on the sky and him.
As feet crunch on white sand, and approach the edge of tides. You let go of his hand to walk a little further out, and he watches. As you crouch, as you reach fingers to the water.
Rafayel paints everything he thinks is beautiful, tragic, or brings pain to his soul. You hurt him too, in ways he aches for. Like he is placing his hand in a burning flame, and holding it there, because the longer he holds it, the closer he gets to what he craves.
Like there is an answer there, waiting over the edge of agony. If he tumbles after it, he'll find what eludes him.
There's a feeling in him that wants to drown you with him. He could swim out, with you in his arms, and pull you under. On the edge of the question of life, before he gives you the means to breathe alongside him. He's warned you of the nature of sirens, and you've looked him in the eye and told him you don't fear him.
You should, though, he knows. You should fear the ocean's grasp as well as his own, because he wants your heart for his.
As you turn your eyes back to him, soft smile tugging the scar on your face, his heart thunders and then stills. Flames and agony. The need to touch and hold it in his hand⊠Lit against the contours of your face, and the glimmer in your eyes.
His inspiration is always closer than he thinks.
â-----
Rafayel dislikes your companions.
The prince gets to spend all of his time with you, working together, protecting each other. Where Rafayel had to convince you to be his bodyguard, just for a fraction of that time.
The doctor is who you trust with your injuries and your wounds, he is who you go to when something hurts. You hid your sickness from Rafayel before now, so he didn't doubt your capabilities.
The crow⊠the crow gets under his scales. Like a tick. Biting and bleeding and ruining his skin. Yet you trust him, a man who built all his life on violence. Who has blood on his hands. Who is open about his sins⊠While he cannot tell you for fear of the look in your eye changing.
It is safe to say the crow is his least favourite. The one who grinds at him most, who plucks and pulls. Like a hook in his upper lip. He dreams of drowning the man⊠he would if the look in your eyes didn't stop him.
So he hates them, he thinks. The anger and irritation and the childish petulance. He wants your attention and he fights for it, he wants you to trust him most. It took too long to gain entrance into your home, reminding himself that time builds strong bonds. That he should be patient. He did not want to scare you, to startle you. Like you are a small fish and he is a bigger⊠hungrier beast.
There is no peace when they are around, and normally pain brings him inspiration, an answer on the end of a paintbrush. A vision in the agony.
Whatever feeling they inspire is not pain, and it brings him no art to create, no feelings to share in blues and greens. Nothing to show for it.
He has thankfully, however, finished his final piece. So there is a relief in him, even as the crow looks down at him, eyebrow raised.
Rafayel ignores the man, looking straight ahead, signing his work. Paintbrush steady. Steadier than the racing heart in his chest.
He will not lose a game of chicken with an overgrown bird.
So when the crow turns to walk away, he is relieved, and so smug, until he hears a crunch. Looking over quickly, and staring down at the floor.
"Ah, what a shame."
One of Rafayel's paintbrushes snapped in half by the stupid crow's foot.
He levels a glare at the man, "Are stupid crows clumsy too?"
"Are all fish messy? Your things have spread across the apartment."
"I'm working!"
"Quite diligently I see, despite galavanting off to the beach. Inspiration was it?"
The look on the crow's face is too level. It's too calm. He does not respond to the rise of Rafayel's voice. He does not flinch at the glare in his eyes. He does not move, from where his foot is still on his brush.
It is a feeling of irritation that burns and scorches where it stands.
He has to tolerate and bite his tongue. He has to think and be careful. He has to share, where he does not want to share.
You are his heart, why does he have to look at the eyesore in his vision, and think about his hands on you too.
His anger bubbles and froths and overflows. A pot that has been left, and forgotten. You will forget him too, in favour of a crow! A stupid. Foolish. Irritating crow.
He stands and presses forwards, fangs bared and sharp. He is a predator of the seas. This man is nothing. He is a god of the tides. This man is a petty criminal.
Rafayel knows you better, he has seen more incarnations than this man can even comprehend, and he dares to play at favour?
"If you wish to be drowned, crow, I am happy to oblige."
Eyebrow quirks at him, a look in his eyes that Rafayel can't make out, but it glitters and twinkles, "I'd love to see you try, fish, but I'm afraid you couldn't hope to kill me."
"I am more than willing to try."
"Then you'll simply be hurting your 'beloved bride', wouldn't you?"
He snarls, a low noise in the back of his throat, hand reaching out to grab at the man's throat. To snap it, bite through it, to cut his voice permanently, he isn't sure. It will hurt, and he will deserve it. For calling you what he cannot. Too many memories that you cannot hold in your heart.
The crow steps forwards, as if daring him to try. To wrap his hands around his throat and twist. To slice his throat open with a dagger. To see. To show him if it's true.
"Raffy?" Your call comes from the side, stumbling in, voice wary.
His hand hovers, he debates. Thinks for a moment. Stares at the crow's adam apple as the man swallows his laughter down. The dare is there, waiting for him to take⊠and they both know he won't.
So he rips his hand back, offers you the kind of smile that shakes at the foundations, "Hey cutie, I was just going out for the exhibit."
You open your mouth to speak, and he shakes his head, grabbing his canvas. Lifting it far too quickly to be safe, and turns on a heel, "I'll see you later."
The speed he leaves the apartment leaves the door frame shaking behind him. Heading out, running from the place. From the crow's dare, from the wary look in your eyes.
From the inadequacy⊠the guilt⊠the irritation. The pain.
What lurks over the abyss could just be nothingness. A world where you don't want him, or need him. Where without your memories you do not look at him, hear him call you his beloved bride, and love him as you once did. Where his bond with you is not enough, and he simply has to experience the heart that cannot beat for anyone but you.
That he has lied and hidden and kept from you for too long, that a criminal with blood on his hands who does not hide⊠claims your heart for his.
His heartâŠ
There is pain behind his art and in his soul. A reminder that he cannot always be with you in every life, and he prays this is not one of them. An alter of suffering that he would cut his chest open at, if you would always look at him.
â--
You cannot stop thinking about the look on Rafayel's face.The agony in his eyes as he'd darted from the room. You'd asked Sylus who had shrugged, "I broke his paintbrush." But not explained further.
You'd seen Rafayel break his own paintbrushes in his studio, stepping on them, falling over them. Resulting in a trip to the hospital because of how messy things were.
You help Sylus clean up some of the mess, containing it in a corner with the rest of Raffy's things, hoping it would alleviate some of the feeling you can't seem to shake in the air. A stagnation. It feels like decay, and you can't open enough windows to air it out.
If Sylus decides not to share, he won't. You've known him long enough, pried at his secrets enough, that you don't waste the strength anymore. He shares what he wants, when he wants to.
So you abandon the effort and go about your day. It drags. Waiting for time to pass, working through your exercises, before you have to leave.
As the time approaches, the clock hand moving, it begins to click harder. The sound impending.
You think about other exhibits, the amount of people, the noiseâŠ
It cuts through the excitement, the peace of the wait, the boredom.
You pause as you're getting ready, staring at the prosthetic arm flexing in front of you. The movement of metal fingers, the clear indication of your injury⊠your failure.
You're going to see Rafayel. A man who people will be looking at. Commending.
Taking photos of.
Do you really want to be stood next to him like this? To draw attention to yourself and him?
An icy chill runs up your spine, and you stop. You have to get these clothes off. You have to cancel. You can't go.
You can't be there.
You feel the chain on your ankle, it tugs and it pulls, and it drags you back. The beast that settled, has woken up. It is hungry and it is angry, and it is laughing at you for trying.
A mistake, this was a mistake. You made a promise to someone you care about, and now you're going to hurt him. Either way, you're going to hurt him. Make him look stupid. Make him hate you.
You're going to break this fragile peace. Bring that agonised look into his eyes again.
Take from a man who gives you so much. Love, affection, kindness, warmth, acceptance, joy.
You are ripping all those things from his hands, and returning nothing.
"Kitten?" You stumble, when the voice startles you out of your thoughts. Falling back onto the bed, looking up as Sylus enters, not bothering to wait for an answer. Ever since your mission had gone wrong, he has been far less hesitant. If he could ever be said to be hesitant.
When he sees you sitting, tears in your eyes, he approaches you, kneels in front of you. Hands on your knees. Soothing your skin. His skin is so warm, it's like a brand. You almost pull away. On fire, itching, hurting. He notices your flinch and pulls his hands away. The relief of the cool is intense, and you choke on the feeling.
You're the mistake. Too fragile to be touched. Too useless to be helpful. Too much work.
He takes in your rumbled clothing. The shirt half pulled off, the jacket thrown away from you, the trousers unclasped. You are shivering, and shaking, and while you can see his hands twitching. Yearning, needing to soothe, he knows he can't. So he tries to speak, hesitant now, "Don't you like them?" You think about the time he spent, finding things with Rafayel that are easier to wear. Clasps that can be done easier with one hand, or buttons bigger for your unsteady metal fingers.
Things that require the least amount of struggle. If he could not find them, he had them made.
The two of them, you think as you try to fight through the fog, are dangerous.
You shake your head numbly. "I can't go."
It doesn't require much more from you, even without his eye, Sylus reads people. He reads you. He's said sometimes he cannot understand the workings of your mind, but he improves everyday. It is terrifying to be seen by him. Terrifying for him to look under the rough exterior, to the rougher interior.
You wait for the moment that he realises you're not worth it.
"You'll be with us." He starts, and you look down at where his hand twitches towards you, then back. "You won't be alone."
You haven't been alone, you think. In all the time you've spent with this. This weight, first on your back, then on your ankle. They have come to find you. Looking.
Just like Caleb did.
Is it enough? This could be that wakeup call.
"Rafayel wants you there, he's excited to see you." It is odd. It is hearing Sylus say 'Rafayel' and not 'fish', that jolts you back. Just like the moment you saw them in your kitchen, arguing. Just like when you saw them all walk through that door when the blanket was your only defence.
It is a realisation of how odd this is. How bizarre they are.
It almost makes you hiccup a laugh. The idea of Sylus speaking for Rafayel. You think about how warm he is to you, how he takes your hand easily.
I will always want to look at you.
"What if it's too much work?" You finally manage, the agony lightening so you can speak, no longer tearing at you. Though you can feel the creature on your ankle. Tugging. Like a dog with a chew toy.
"The important things are worth it."
Important.
Learning to use your prosthetic is hard. Learning to trust is hard.
It was with Caleb, it is with all of them. It is a constant struggle. A constant weight. To try.
They catch you, with a security net. Give you space to breathe, so you can stand back up again.
You think about what you want, think about what will make you happy⊠what is worth living for.
It is the reason to keep getting up.
You want to see Rafayel's work, you want to see the people you care about. You want to keep your promise to a man who values you. A hesitant shaky hand takes Sylus' where it hovers. The way you can watch him heave a sigh, the tension in him easing, as he clasps yours between both of his. Tight, but not suffocating. He grounds you, and it doesn't burn.
"What do you think, Kitten? Do you want to try?"
Sylus has never belittled you for tears, or made you feel your emotions are a mistake. When you are drowning, he offers a hand. When you anger and hurt, he is there, either to join you in your hurt, or to help appease it.
He offers you a choice, and he means it. If you truly do not want to, you know he will accept it. If you want to, he will help.
"I want to try."
He nods, pulling you up with him, to stand, straight into his chest. So that you can feel his uneven heart beating against you. "Then let's get you ready."
â-----
He should never have left so early. He should have stayed with you.
Rafayel left the apartment in frustration and anger and now he stares at his phone, hoping to see your name pop up.
It is an agitating feeling. To be stood on the edge of the cliff and not know if there's water below.
He has forced himself to listen to Thomas, to go through the motions, to ensure his exhibit is set up correctly. He has sat under too bright lights, feeling himself drying up, as he waits. As the clock hand moves, as he thinks, and he struggles.
If he keeps running, will you stop chasing him?
As his exhibit starts, he checks again, only to see a message from the doctor, 'Good luck today'. He doesn't respond. He stares at it. It's unsettling. He doesn't want the doctor to wish him good luck. He doesn't want his comfort.
He doesn't need it.
Even when his agitation settles a moment, and he hides it from Thomas who asks him why he's smiling. He's not.
That doesn't mean anything.
He does not wave at Xavier as he walks through the door, milling around the paintings quietly. Avoiding the bigger crowds. He tries not to think about the fact that he's come to see.
It doesn't matter.
As time passes, Rafayel fidgets.
Stares at the door.
Fidgets.
Stares at the door.
He walks around the room, passes Xavier, who hands him water quietly, then walks off. He stares down at it, but he's parched, the crowds are tiring him out, the people are talking like they understand him, and he just wants to be somewhere else. So he downs it, and lets the relief of the chill settle in his throat.
He talks absently to people he doesn't really care to listen to. Thomas gives him a talk about doing his duties.
Irritation settles in his stomach. He doesn't care about his duties. He cares about seeing you.
He checks his phone, and is relieved, though irritated, when he gets a message from the crow, 'We're on our way'. He sends back a thumbs up, though it is through a shaky hand. Excitement makes it unsteady.
It is when he is not staring at the door, when he hears your voice behind him. "Raffy?" Pulling away from where he is avoiding Thomas' lectures, he takes you in. Your hand is grasped in the crow's, eyes darting around the room. You're wearing your prosthetic, a dark blue jacket over your shoulders, painted with green and blue flowers. Flared trousers and a light shirt. He absently thinks that the crow's style isn't too ridiculous, if it means you visit his exhibits like this. Like one of the flowers in a garden he wants to take you.
"Cutie!" It is relief and it is the weight of hundreds of years that shed. He waited, he waited, and you came. He takes your hand away from the crow, not without giving a smug little smile, which receives him a smirk, and kisses the back of it. "You made it."
He watches your eyes glisten, he can feel the heat off your cheeks. Not all embarrassment, he knows some of it is stress, but it is enough. "You don't have to stay long." He promises, it doesn't matter how long you stay. You came. You came, no matter what.
You came, and he knows it wasn't easy.
The laugh you release, it trembles, like your hand, but it is accompanied by the small smile he is learning to draw with his eyes closed. "Show me your work?"
"I'll go find the prince, call me if you need me." The crow offers, he leans, kissing your temple, before he leaves. You blink after him a bit, touching where he kissed with your hand, pulling it from Rafayel's grasp, and then look at him. He glares after the man, but doesn't offer much of a response.
"Come on then cutie, you're mine." He doesn't look as he grabs your hand, and he knows he is grinning at you. Pulling you forwards with him, darting to where his art calls for you.
He doesn't notice the chill in your hand, until he eases his fingers over it. Feeling grooves and edges. He almost releases when he realises he has grabbed your prosthetic, you are staring down at it with him.
Rafayel looks at you, tries to read the look in your eyes. It is soft, and awed and gentle. So he raises it to his lips, kissing the wrist. You tremble, blinking, before tightening your grip just a little.
It is the soft, warm look in your eyes, as you tug him forward a little bit more, a laugh bubbling out of you. "Come on Raffy."
He takes you around all of his paintings, and just watches you.
You don't offer him opinions or thoughts often, he has learned if he gives you space to look, you can tell him how you feel. What his art brings out in you. If he looks closely at your face, he can watch it. Trembling in your eyes.
As you flit amongst paintings, like a butterfly amongst flowers, tugging him along with you. He follows willingly.
There are moments when you stop, and your hand twitches out. Like you are holding back the urge to run your fingers over the paint. Tracing shapes, touching at his heart directly.
He wants to tell you that you can do as you please. That you are the one who he wants to understand him most. That his art, and his soul are yours to do with as you like. That you could tear images from his canvas, and he would still paint more for you.
Finally you find yourself in front of his struggle. Bleached bones on the beach, tides easing out. Leaving scars behind.
At the edges of the horizon, the sun rises again. Painting the once dreary sky in a rainbow.
You are the sunrise that greets him, that reminds him that time moves forwards. That there is something to see after the night.
That tomorrow has a chance for better than today.
You bloom like a flower before his eyes, a sight he could never have seen beneath the waves. A reminder of why he came to visit the surface every year. A reminder of all the wonders of land that he idolised as a child.
"Beautiful." Is exhaled, and he is unsure if it was you or him. The twinkling in your eyes, perhaps it was both.
Eventually he feels the strain in your countenance, the exhaustion, so he sneaks with you out of the exhibit. Escaping into gardens that are quiet, and closed to others. A locked gate has never kept him out of anywhere, however.
It is the quiet that settles you, and he settles alongside you. No longer wearing a mask he does not want for people who come to stare at his work. He pulls you amongst flowers, fields of lilies, and whispers of petals.
Secluded and alone. The way he feels best with you.
Lying down in the grass, to look up at the sky, stars twinkling.
It is with the view of the stars that you speak, voice tinged in a guilt he wishes to chase away, "I almost didn't come. I'm sorry Raffy."
His eyes turn to you, to read the draw of your lips, the pain in your eyes, the way you tighten your grip on his hand. Cool metal against skin that reacts to you more than any other. Sensitive, aware.
Your touch will always alight his senses.
He knows the hesitation, he thinks about the way you wavered on the edge, hand extended to you as you feared to take it. He knows that you are adjusting. He regrets asking you to promise, to put that weight on your shoulders.
He is relieved you came. To see him, to stare at the workings of his heart, and yearn to trace it with fingers.
His patience and his need fight often. His awareness of pushing, his desperation. It is hard to balance.
"What changed your mind?"
You edge a little closer on the grass, so that the heat of him spreads over the sensors of your prosthetic. Alongside the gentle stroking of his thumb over your hand. "Sy told me you wanted me to be here⊠and I wanted to be here for you."
Rafayel's first instinct is the kind of reaction he's seen cats get to water. Hissing and jumping up. Shaking himself furiously.
There is great dissatisfaction at comparing himself to the demons.
There is greater dissatisfaction at the crow, helping him. In any way.
It is a feeling of being pulled back by the scruff of his neck, away from the abyss he seeks out. The fall into the ocean.
The agony on the edge of the conscious.
You poke his cheek with your other hand, then brush hair back and his heart settles its seething. "I'm glad."
"Glad?"
"That they care for you." It is whispered, and it is tentative, and he sees the worry in your eyes.
The fear at his arguments before. The anxiety that you are causing distress.
Forcing them. Making them clash in enclosed spaces. Like caged beasts.
It is the wary voice that calls out to him, tries to ask the question about the pain in him, the voices and the agony ripping and pulling and hurting. The pain that grants him no inspiration.
They care.
A message sent to wish him luck. A quiet presence bringing him water when he dries. A fool giving you the push to move forwards to lead your feet to him.
You have not stopped looking for him and at him, and he has been holding you like a toy he does not wish to shareâŠ
It is a feeling he isn't ready to digest or question, not when the stars are bright and you are safe next to him. It is one he will think about in days to come, as he watches the doctor help him clean. As he is offered a pillow the prince favours in order to sleep better.
When the crow argues with him, but gives him food that satisfies a hunger he forgets to appease for himself.
When you do not look at him any less. That he has not lost anything, he is not lesser.
It is a feeling for later.
To help paint canvas he wants to share one day, though pain is absent, and something else glimmers in the sea.
#zayne#zayne x reader#rafayel#rafayel x reader#xavier#xavier x reader#sylus#sylus x reader#love and deepspace#lnds#lads#wonder writes#lads x reader#Zayne lads#rafayel lads#Xavier lads#Sylus lads#lads x mc#poly!lads#no smau for this one tho i did mentally laugh at sylus sending a text like 'hey??? y'all??? good where did you go???'#and raffy sending back just a shitton of tongue sticking out emojis
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It's my birth right as an asexual to be irritated all the time
#allos stay away from me#đđ«” you are the problem /j#no but if i had a nickel everytime someone i just met asked me if i masturbated id be able to pay rent đ€Ș#some butch i think is super cute : so can i ask you a question? no worry if not#me : ahah go ahead ive heard it all like people are always wondering if i masturbate#the butch : đ that was my question#LIKE HOW DOES YOUR BRAIN WORK FOR THAT TO BE THE FIRST THING ON YOUR MIND#AND WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN ALL THE TIME#is this a me thing đđđđ#MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS#like wow ok maybe think about why you feel comfortable asking me this? would you ask that to someone who just told you they are bisexual.#do you ask them about the frequency of their rapports???? do you ask lesbians if theyve ever scissored when they come out to you????????#what is it about telling people you are asexual that make them see you as lesser đ€ gee if only i knew..........#and it sucks so bad because this can come from anyone đ queer or not
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actually i have discovered the only true and correct reading of md/zs: wgxn are the true Evil Men of mdzs. just look at how theyâre dealing with lxc post-guanyin
#'how' = not at all.#it's almost unbelievable how little wwx cares about lxc now that the whole case is over#it's just a fun puzzle for him to solve which isn't necessarily a criticism of him as a character because boy howdy do i Know that he's not#some kinda bleeding heart. but he just... basically explains everything at the end like a triumphant detective in a classic mystery novel#and you have lxc. having JUST found out that jgy was Obviously provoked into violence and that the only reason he went to the temple#instead of making a beeline to the nearest port was to pick up his mother's remains. he's heartbroken and confused#and even the narration is almost cruel in its 'well if jgy's best friend doesn't know then how could the others know?' and then wwx goes#'welp! gotta call people and take care of this coffin mess i think!'#AND THEN wgxn just casually decide not to reveal the VITAL (for lxc) information about jgy to him. because it would make him look#sympathetic. just tell him if he asks lz! i'm soooo tired of this bullshit u_u#what is he supposed to ask about you soggy banana. 'hey didi is there something you didn't tell me about jgy?' like this? like this?#bastards BASTARDS i say. and then they go on to fuck in the bushes without hearing the boring and annoying gossip from the jianghu!#brother? ah forget him. wwx's butt won't fuck itself we've got a busy day ahead#hashtag wgxn hateposting i do what i want it's my blog#like. i understand Dignity and stuff and lwj probably couldn't and wasn't even the type to hug his brother in public and go 'there there'#but he doesn't. he doesn't do a thing. at all#the only thing he says to lxc is 'jgy's killing intent.' that's it. at least in cql he leads him out of the temple and#physically supports him. here? nothing. lxc is repeatedly described as 'not realizing what had happened' 'lost in thought' 'startled'#and even 'in normal circumstances zewu-jun would have immediately understood it'. he is Mentally Unwell. but that's his problem because#he liked the guy we decided was a villain. đŹ#shut up shrimp#(i know the bushes of love didn't happen /immediately/ post-guanyin (imagine that though.) but they're fucking haunting me)
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Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.
This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.
You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.
For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.
White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.
Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.
Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.
The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.
There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.
The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"
You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.
Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.
Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.
Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.
If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.
If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.
When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".
#I'm still so young and ignorant#but I wish someone had told ME these things before I had to learn them#And now when shit goes south and everything is over and calm again the same things just roll though my head#Over and over and over#It's like everyone I meet has the same 3 problems and its ruining their lives#I just want to take everyone I meet by the shoulders and shake them#I KNOW why this is happening to you#Do you realize you can be better?#Do you realize you can do it?#Aren't you terrified of wasting your life like this?#*I* want to be happier#*I* used to be so much worse than I am#And I don't have it all figured out#But if we all decide to help ourselves then it'll be that much easier to help each other#Right?#It's so hard to lift dead weight#You need to kick against the waves with me#You need to WANT to float#Do you understand#Ugh it's 6am#This has been your overdramatic midnight ramble#Imma grill me a cheese and go back to bed#Blaurfhgh
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Thinking about cigarette mom! Thomas and how his parenting style wasâŠDifferent from Bruceâs. For exemple:
âJason, I can understand why youâd feel tempted to shoot Mr. Smith with your slingshot. Misinterpreting Hamlet is indeed pretty serious. But itâs not a good tactic to solve conflict.â
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âMr. Johnson says he wonât pass you if you donât dissect that dumbass frog? What the hell. Grab my Marlboros and a hammer.â
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âDick, honey, I know sometimes talking can get overwhelming, but you canât just ran away Everytime we have a disagreement. Letâs talk about this, please . â
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âOh, you wanna run away! Alfie! Martha! The boss is running away from home! Should we tell the president? Should we tell Santa Claus? Go ahead. Iâll pack your bags for you. â
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âDamian, if we donât keep our spaces clean, weâll start to feel really bad, and Batcow will be very sad.â
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âWhy do you have to clean? Cause itâs your damn house too, doctor genius. What do you think this is, a hotel? Grab a rag and shut up.â
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âI canât promise Iâll always know what to do, or say if you have a problem. But I can promise weâll solve it together.â
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âOnly three people in this world need to know whatâs going on with you at all times, â your doctor, God, and me, and you better call me first.â
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âI love you.â
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âI fucking love you. Now shut up, the price is right is on.â
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Thanos the Match Maker
Nam-gyu x Female!Reader
Requested: Yes
Proofread: No
A/N: Hope this is what you had in mind! I had to re-watch some of his scenes to get a feel for him again, so I hope I did it justice. Thanks for requesting!
You stared at the boxed meal in front of you, eyeing it warily before going back to your bunk. Surely, they wouldnât poison all of you right? It seemed that their whole play was being âfairâ in the games, so poisoning had to be off the table. Even with that thought though, you inspected each piece of food before taking a bite.
While slowly eating, you let your eyes wander the dorms. Everyone was obviously rattled, most not even touching their food. A large group of them stood in front of Player 456 to interrogate him about the last games. Just for his own sake, you wished he had stayed quiet. You understood he was attempting to save everyone, but he was preaching to the wrong audience. None of these people wanted to leave without money, and it was very clear that no sum of it would be enough.
You looked back down at your food. Sighing, you stopped inspecting and just ate. If you died, you died, at least you wouldnât be hungry.
Footsteps began to approach your bunk, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to see Thanos and his sidekicks in tow, Player 124 opting for leaning on your bunk railing. Your eyes met for a split second, you looking away when he gave a slight smirk.
âHow can I help you boys?â You said, attention going back to your meal.
Thanos leaned forward, his elbows on the mattress as he rested his head in his hands to get a better look at you. âCouldnât help but notice you alone. Itâs not very safe in here, you may need a guy to protect you in the next game.â
Letting out a snort, you continued to pick at your food. âNot in the market for a bodyguard, thanks. I donât need your help.â
âWho said I was talking about me, Senorita?â
Now that caught your attention. This guy didnât like to be out of the spotlight, so this should be good.
You looked up, meeting his gaze. âAnd who exactly are you talking about?â
He slid back so he was fully standing, smacking a firm hand on Player 124âs shoulder. He seemed to know just as little about this interaction as you did, if his shell-shocked expression were to mean anything. âMy boy here! Nam-gyu can protect you no problem.â
Nam-gyu quickly collected himself, going back to his usual expression as he leaned back onto the bunk railing. He leaned in close, his breath almost touching your face as he spoke. âWe donât know what the next gameâs going to be. But what I can tell you now is that Iâd make sure youâre safe, baby.â
You raised a slight brow at the pet name but felt your cheeks warm at it at the same time. However, you couldnât let this guy win that easily. Itâs not like heâs been a delight up until this point.
You met his gaze and cocked your head to the side. âOh really? And how do you plan to keep me safe if we donât know the game, hm?â
âWell,â he opted to sit on the edge of the bunk, resting his hand on the mattress. His face had moved closer. âI may not know what the game is, but if you stay close, Iâll personally make sure nothing happens to you. We may even have a little fun, who knows?â
Your gaze studied the rest of his face, pores and all. Then it moved to the rest of him, eyeing up if he really could protect you. You realized he was hitting on you, the goal was to get closer to you, which you admit was working. Â But you wouldnât mind some extra help next game if it was needed.
When you were content, you made eye contact again. âFine. Meet me at my bunk tomorrow morning, before the next round.â
He chuckled, moving his hand off the mattress and onto your thigh. âOr you could come eat with us now, get to know each other better.â
You couldnât deny how your stomach flipped at the touch. Yet you cleared your throat and slowly moved his hand. âDonât get ahead of yourself, baby. Maybe Iâll come by in a bit.â
He seemed content with that as his face split into a grin and he finally stood up. When he turned though, he realized Thanos and the other player had already wandered off, probably during your conversation. He scoffed but made a point to nod to you before going in search of them.
You laughed lightly, before looking at your lap, where your half-eaten food still sat open.
Fuck it. Might as well have fun if you might die anyways.
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Squid Game headcannon/blurb requests are OPEN!
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#i usually put this kind of stuff in the drafts so you don't need to read it. go ahead if you want i don't care just like. don't respond lol#but this is just for me to vent publicly so it feels like the thoughts went somewhere#my sister's best friend's mom just got put in hospice and they say she has about 3 more days#and i could hear my little sister bawling when my mom told her and it's breaking my heart#they're barely teenagers they're too young for this#and my mom's trying to write an email to the father and she can't fucking do it. i wanna help but she doesn't want any which i get#i can hear my sister either giggling or crying in her room right now i can't tell which but it sounds more like laughing. i hope it is#my mom and my sister are going to do to the hospice room to say goodbye to her i think tomorrow#and i really just want to be able to hang out with my sister bc i know it's gonna be really scary for her after but i have to work#if one person complains about their problems to me at work tomorrow i'm gonna get fucking fired for what i do next#that's probably not true but i'm gonna feel like it#i don't know this woman but i know my sister loves her and my mom is friends with the father so i mean i'm not really grieving but they are#and i wish i knew what to do#at least this was somewhat expected like she was in the later stages of her cancer but i don't think anyone was thinking it would happen no#i don't know if i should post this. i want to because i have so many posts like this in my drafts and it never makes me feel any better#but i don't like sharing ultra personal stuff like this especially about other people even if nobody knows who i am#i'll post it for now but i'll delete it later. i just need it to be out there a little bit so there's proof it exists#i think this is something i should be adding trigger tags for?#tw cancer#tw death#tw grief#shut up hanna
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Toxic! Vi x reader
Summary: Vi gets hurt and when you try to help her she brushes you off aggressively, so you leave her be. Youâre still pissed at her for being so harsh when you meant no harm, so when she comes to your apartment, youâre reluctant. Though in the end Vi always gets her way.
Warnings: angst w/ a little comfort, strap (r receiving), strap sucking (r receiving), manhandling, spitting, injury, fucking against a door, Pet names; princess, baby, & good girl, vi switches up quickly
Thank you to the weeknd, couldnât have written this without listening to trilogyđ
She told you to stay back, you even agreed, but you just couldnât wait for her like that cooped up in her box of an apartment hoping sheâd come back uninjured. You wonât have to get too close, you knew where she was going so it would be no problem. Hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and went on your way.
The violence could be heard by anyone in a 5 mile radius. Stares were coming from both sides of you as you quickly walked with a black hood on and your head low. At every turn it was noticeable that people were filing out of the streets until you were the only one occupying them, so you knew you were getting close. Suddenly you turned a corner and saw her, there was no mistaking her muscular silhouette and violet hair. She was putting up a good fight, but still struggling. Your heart was racing, the person fighting her was unrecognizable standing at about 6â0 with scars across their face, large muscles and a sort of ax in their hand. You heard more voices coming from the bunch of people fighting 15 feet from you. There were more men coming from all directions toward them, so you crouch behind a couple of boxes to avoid being caught by the men, or worse Vi. Your eyes turn back to her and you gasp at the sight of her underneath the tall man. She looked absolutely defeated beneath him as he raised a hand to throw another punch. You sprung up from behind the boxes about to run to her, though you had no real plan. Before you even got five feet ahead, everyone started scrambling in the same direction. You looked around confused and decided to just bolt it and bring Vi to some place safer. She hadnât even registered it was you until you were both in a quiet lobby and you crouched down to be face to face with her.
âBaby i- oh my god..â you stammered, trying to catch your breath.
She took your hands, previously cupping her face, and held your wrists between you two. âWhat did I tell you?â
âWhat? Well you- youre hurt and i uh-â
âWhat. Did. I. Tell. You?â She spat.
You stayed silent for a moment, studying her face. âYou told me to stay back, I know that, but i couldnât, really.â You began to tear up. âYou couldâve died just now, he might have beaten you to death!â
âWell I fucking didnât. I gave you one simple order, canât even follow that.â She squeezed your wrists harder before letting go harshly. She stood up and began walking out of the alley, clutching her side.
âLet me help you, please you can barely walkâ
âIâm fine, just go the fuck home.â And with that she was out of your sight, leaving you alone in the dark alley.
After that you didnât leave your apartment for days. You felt useless and unwanted, not that you wanted to even be in her presence. She made it clear that she didnât need you, therefore you did not need her.
You were sitting on your couch eating ramen when you heard a loud knock at the door. There were lots of possibilities of who it could be, the last one on your list was Vi. Once you opened the door you were met by Vi. You froze with your hand still on the doorknob, waiting for her to say something.
âHey babyâŠâ
âOh hell-â You attempted to close the door in her face but she grabbed it and basically fought to keep it open.
âThe fuck?!â You exclaimed. She had shoved her way into your apartment, now standing in the hallway with you.
âListen, I know I left you there and it was fucked but Iâm sorry.â She said while running a hand through her hair. âPlease, baby.â
âYou canât just come in here like that. Leave.â
âNo.â she scoffed.
âNo?â
âNo.â
âFine, then Iâll leave.â You went into the kitchen to grab your bag and walked right past Vi and hers pleas for you to stay and got your hand on the doorknob when she turned your back and pinned you against the door.
There was a few moments of silence between you two before you broke it.
âWhy do you hate me?â You choked out.
âWhat?â Her brows furrowed. âI donât hate you princess.â
âThen why treat me like you doâ
She leant in to whisper in your ear âI can show you how much I love you.â
You stayed still letting your eyes wander her face before she leant in to kiss you. At first it was soft and loving but quickly turned more and more aggressive. Minutes had passed and now she had you grasping onto her and moaning into her mouth as she kissed you. She barely had her hands on you, ghosting over your clit through your underwear.
âAre you sure you didnât miss me?â She smiled feeling the wet spot on your panties.
âI did.â You breathed out.
She leant into you with her whole body and swept her hand inside your panties so she could plunge two fingers inside you. âGooood, girll.â She dragged out.
Your back arched back into the door as you threw your head back and moaned. You bucked your hips to match her pace, already feeling incredibly satisfied due to the fact that itâs been days.
She left trails of violet on your neck and chest. Your tank top was holding on merely by one strap. Your lungs gave out every time you looked down at her. She looked menacing, taking over your mind and body in the simplest way. She worked you nearly to an orgasm but you stopped yourself.
âI want- uh! I want you inside of me, pleasee.â You practically moaned out.
At first she gave you a look that said âI am inside of youâ but then quickly realized what you meant.
âFuck yeah.â She scooped your thighs up and lifted you so she could carry you like a toddler to your bedroom.
She purposefully dropped you on the floor, leaving you stunned and dazed while she went to get the strap that she knew the exact location of.
You heard the sound of your drawer slamming shut and her clothes hitting the floor. Suddenly she was grabbing your chin and telling you to open your mouth, you just stared.
With a quick slap to the face she grabbed you harder and repeated herself. âOpen up baby. Thought you wanted this.â
You complied, even sticking out your tongue. She mumbled âgood girlâ before spitting in your mouth. âSuck.â
You didnât hesitate, you didnât have much thoughts in your head to think about doing anything else besides what she told you. She said praises to you under her breath while pushing the pink strap further into your throat, causing you to gag.
Once she thought it was enough, she gripped you by the shoulders and threw you up onto your bed. You already knew to spread your legs as she joined you on your beige colored duvet.
She lined herself up with you, not wasting another second and slid inside. You gasped out a moan gripping and scratching at her arms and back. In no time she had picked up her pace and found the right rhythm, and place to drive you crazy.
âShit. Arenât you happy you let me inside now? Hm?â
âMhmm..â You let out, knowing she was twisting the story.
âYeah..you are.â She smiled to herself.
At this point it was apparent that she was chasing her own high. The way her brows furrowed and her hips dug deeper into you every thrust told you that she was getting close herself.
You couldnât be mad at this, no matter how much you felt that you should. You were both inching closer and closer to the edge of that cliffâthe one where everything would crumble, and youâd both fall apart.
She hit a certain spot inside of you, and you basically screamed her name. Euphoria touched every spot of your body and you had forgot every other emotion in that moment.
It slowly passed and you brushed your hair out of your face, got yourself up on both elbows to look at vi and realized you came at the same time. She had the same shattered look that you were sure was in your face.
You locked eyes, breathing heavy in the same position and time froze.
A/n! I was gonna write toxic!ellie but I had to get this idea out firstđ«! This was pure filth, i thinkkk, but i hope you like it. And there is definitely more where this came from. Also where is everyone getting their page dividers from? I canât find any cute ones that are a png.
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Was wondering about for your post 'captain is a terrible dad' if junior somehow convinces the league through the power of misunderstanding that 'billy' is the newest actual baby of the family? Like maybe tim is talking to junior about his younger siblings(damian stabbing him or smth), and Junior tells him about Billy and since they never heard about him before they think marvel just had another baby? Even worse if you also include the au where people think Marvel and Adam are exes and they think Marvel got close to him again?
Ever since Tim learned about Marvel having a new kid, heâs been thinking about it nonstop. Itâs been bugging him and he really wants to ask about it. The only problem? Every time heâs tried to approach Marvel to ask about it, something has question-blocked him.
Robin!Tim: âMarvel, can we talk?â
Marvel: âSure, whatâs up?â *smiles*
Robin!Tim: âWell-â
Marvel: *comm rings and he realizes itâs an emergency* âSorry, I gotta go. Weâll talk later right?â *flies off*
Eventually, after a week of this, Tim finally got his chance in one of the watchtowerâs kitchens.
Robin!Tim: âMarvel , can I ask you something?â
Marvel: âSure, go ahead.â *stirring something in a bowl*
Tim had spent the past week practicing how the conversation would go, yet didnât even think about how he would start it.
Robin!Tim: *just decides to rip off the band-aid* âUh⊠Why do you keep having kids if you hate them?â
Marvel: *slowly stops stirring his bowl so he stop and stare incredulously*
Robin!Tim: âItâs- Itâs the little things. Like the little looks of disgust when they say something a kid their age would say. Or like the blatant disregard you have for their safety. Or the threats of violence.â
Marvel: *puts the bowl down* âWhat-â
Robin!Tim: âLike isnât it parenting 101 that you donât tell your kid they shouldâve been lobotomized??â
Marvel: *forgot he said that to Mary the other day* âUh-â
Robin!Tim: âAnd then thereâs the fact that if I asked, you wouldnât even be able to tell me where even one of them are at this moment, would you? They could be kidnapped, or lost, or in some other deep shit and you wouldnât even notice! I havenât seen this level of negligence in anything other than my own parents, and they didnât even notice their own child sneaking out at night to take pictures of Batman!â
Marvel: *sounds concerned* âYou were neglected-â
Robin!Tim: *grabs a nearby stool, hops on, then stands on his tippy toes so he can look Marvel straight in the face* âAnd donât get me started on Black Adam! Why in the world would you even want to get back with him??â
Marvel: *sounds horrified because that inplies they were together at some point* âWho told you that?â
Robin!Tim: âWhat do you mean who told me that?? Itâs obvious to literally everyone!â
Marvel: *looks around as if looking for hidden cameras* âIs it though-â
Robin!Tim: âYES! It is. What on earth could you possibly see in him? There are literally multiple videos of him throwing both you and your kids through buildings.â
Marvel: *goes back to looking for the hidden cameras*
Robin!Tim: *continues his rant* âAnd then you decided to do the worse possible thing you could do in this situation which was bring in another kid?? What is wrong with you???â
Marvel: *a little speechless but finally gets something out without being cut off for the 50 millionth time* âWhat do you mean bring in another kid?â
Robin!Tim: âBilly!â
Marvel: âBilly??â *sounds more confused now*
Robin!Tim: âThe baby!â
Marvel: âWhaâŠ? Billy isnât the baby, Darla is??â
Robin!Tim: âWho is Darla???â
Marvel: *realizes he said her actual name* âThe purple one.â
Robin!Tim: âShe has a name??â *just completely confused now* âThen whoâs Billy??â
Marvel: âHeâs just some kid that doesnât have powers.â
Robin!Tim: âHeâs not one of your kidsâŠ?â
Marvel: âNo? I donât have kids?â
Robin!Tim: âThen how are you related to Junior and Mary and all the other kids??â
Marvel: âWeâre siblings? They have a mom and a dad, Robin.â
Robin!Tim: *pauses* âThat still doesnât excuse the fact that you let a bunch of preteens run around fighting crime on their own, unsupervised. Also why are you so much older than them if youâre siblings?â
Solomon: âSay theyâre several thousands of years old.â
Marvel: âTheyâre all several thousands of years old. Theyâre not idiots. They can fight on their own. As for me? Iâm several tens of thousands of years old.â
Robin!Tim: *dumbfounded*
Marvel: âNow what was this about being neglected by your parents?â
Marvel then proceeded to get Tim to trauma dump about his parents, about his vigilante life, and about everything else.
Robin!Tim: âI just canât believe they didnât notice!â
Marvel: âThatâs terrible.â *hands him the bowl from earlier*
Robin!Tim: âI know!â *absent-minded, stirring of bowl*
By the way, I almost finished this and then lost all the progress so I had to redo all of this. If I hadnât lost all the progress, it wouldâve came out yesterday night. So unfortunately, youâre stuck with the shittier version of this post as I continue to ride off the waves of anger that I still feel boiling inside of me. Rewriting this post made me almost crash out at 12:35 in the morning.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#tim drake as robin#tim drake#dc robin#robin dc
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Gap in my heart (Literally)
pairing: Mr. Gap x reader
âHelloâ
While you prepare to work in your bedroomâdoing your makeup and hair, putting on your uniformâready for the day ahead, a chilling but familiar voice calls you.Â
âMr. Gap? Uh. Me not play,â You said without turning your head toward the voice. Since the day you managed to get out of that Otherworld, Mr.Gap has consistently shown up in your space in the gap in the wall, in different containers, and so forth. At this point, you kinda have a domestic relationship together. Boyfriend? You wouldnât go that far, but something is there.Â
âDisappointedâ Mr. Gap narrowed his eyes before asking another questionÂ
âWhere go?â
âSame place every day, Mr. Gap. Working. uhâMe work, same work.â
âWhy?â He asks, eyes still narrowedâdisplaying an unreadable expression that you guess to be some kind of discontentment. It surprised you reallyâMr. Gap isnât a high-maintenance type and he never asked you these questions before. What changed?
âUhâŠWork hunger gone,â
âWork stop hunger?â He seems interested now.Â
âNot exactly. Work gives things, and things get food.â You try again to explain to Mr. Gap the concept of monetary exchange and bill to the best of your ability.Â
â....not understand, residents donât need work. Why work?â
âHumans need work, me humanâŠMr. Gap, why curious now?â You ask a question of your own.Â
âMe bored, Stay,âÂ
âCanât. Need work,â
âDisappointedâ He responds, the conversation sounds like it goes back to the very beginning.Â
âGive finger?â
âNo,â
âDisappointedâ He repeats yet again before disappearing.Â
Working is hard. Living in the human world is hard. You know this already but it seems like every day her co-workers really remind her of that fact. Today is just another day of demoralizing work days. Getting yelled at by your boss because of your co-worker's mistake is not fun. In the parking lot, you are sitting there with a cigarette between your fingers contemplating whether or not to murder your co-worker, literally speaking. Suddenly between the gap in the wall opposite to you, a familiar pair of eyes pop up.
âHelloâ
âMr. Gap??! How did you..? Oh right, you can show up in any gap,â
âHuman trouble?â
âIts nothing, just hard day at work,â
âMe solve problem, give me finger,â
âWhat? No! Not give finger,â
âBoring. Goodbye,â
Almost every day was the same old same oldâyour co-worker is an annoying asshole who purposefully caused issues just so he could blame it on you.
âWhere are the documents the boss asked you to do?â Speaks of the devil⊠the most annoying face among the co-workers in this shitshow of a company has shown up like a fucking ghost the moment she starts thinking about her job
âWhat? What documents?â She answers truthfully. What fucking documents? And why is she hearing this just now?
âSeriously, the boss wants you to be the one to do it. youâre seriously irresponsible. Why did they even hire you?â He said with such a fake shocked expression on his face. Wait, so the boss told himâŠ
"Boss told you this and you never told me?â she asked him in disbelief
"You never ask me to tell you, you should have been more active,â He snickers with a smug smile. Oh, this irritating fucker.
2 months and 1 week. She has sworn off killing people for exactly two months. Like a proud ex-addict, she wears that pride quietly on her mind, unable to announce how prideful she is for not killing some random pedestrians who show up in an abandoned apartment. She wants to keep it that way, but this man seems to be testing her patience. She is going to lose it and kill this guy on his way home.Â
"There is still time left. You can take responsibility and be active for once. Give me a call once you are finished!â
your palms curl into a fist full of hate and rageâthis man has no idea who he is up against. She fantasizes about the different ways she would go about killing him. Her regular method of a crowbar to the head would be the safest route but this guy is a piece of shit to her so far and she wants to do something special for him.
No, she doesn't want to kill these days. Hunting and killing seems to be a hobby she lost interest in a while ago. Now, she simply wishes for a more simple life after all those lives she proudly took.Â
(not finish)
One day, when she was working as per usualâshe hears the sound of that asshole screaming from the restroom
"I swear! I saw it there! a pair of creepy eyes between the crack in the wall inside the male restroom!â
"some pervert looking into the male toilet?â
"No! IâŠI don't think it's humanâwhen I saw it, it just disappeared into thin air!â
"I think you should go see a doctorâ
âYeah, are you I'll or something? Did you hear a voice in your head too?â
âSâshut up! Stop mocking me! I fucking saw it, Ok?!âÂ
It seems like vacation comes to visit you early this year as she hears one of the best but most shocking of all week. Her asshole co-worker has decided to quit, it also seems like he has been scared shitless and borderline losing his mind at something that most people don't seem to understand. Many think that he cracked under constant pressure but she has a better idea of what might have happened. She didnât think to ask of him at this current time but it seemed like he could read her mind somehow when she found him manifesting in her bag, a pair of gleeful, teasing eyes with an otherworldly smile somehow made her heart skip beats.Â
âMr.Gap!â
âHello. Me good resident.âÂ
âI heard about the haunting spirit between the wallâs gap in the male bathroomâdid you do it? The guy who tormented me quitâ
âMe solve problems, me good resident,â
âYeah, that was a good one. Good, thank youâ
âGive good resident finger?â
âNoâ
âDisappointedâ
#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher#mr.gap x reader#mr. gap#homicipher x mc#homicipher x reader#i swear next fic will be smut#mr. gap x reader
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TOUGH REMINDER: BEING A BABY WONT GET YOU ANYWHERE đđ€·ââïž
some of you need to stfu with this whining bullshit!!
There is a single fact that if you have not induced pure consciousness by now it is your fault. You can change that in seconds of course and no one is mad at you because at the end of the day itâs your life, but when push comes to shove its you who needs to put the work in (not when it comes to inducing the void because that is effortless, but in general when it comes to discipline and staying focused) itâs you who needs to lock in. Itâs you who needs to identify the problems youâre having and deal with it, or you will get no where, no one is here to hold your hand.
You can keep crying at your big age like some innocent baby. âbut it just doesnât work forâ âhow dare you say people are lazy when itâs not our faultâ âitâs not my fault i fall asleepâ bla bla bla you might as well suck your thumb while your at it. And when it hits 2030 you can be in the community preaching thatâs itâs âstill not your faultâ, go ahead!! Sure call me horrible for this but if youâre still here itâs your own fault, because when people come into my asks my dms my comments and tell me that my posts are too harsh and that itâs ânot their faultâ, I ask them âwhoâs is it then?â and cricketsâŠ
And if youâre sitting here bitter I want you to ask yourself, whoâs fault it that youâre still here, whoâs fault is it that you still fall asleep, and do you know what fine maybe you try so hard to stay awake but canât, but let me ask you, who gets affected by that? who gets affected by the fact that youâve wasted so many years here because you âfall asleepâ, because it doesnât affect me.. itâs you, itâs you who will never progress talking to the wall about how it still somehow isnât your faultâŠ
The way some of you will read my posts which are meant to be motivational, and helpful all the way through and still try and absolve yourself from the blame is so embarrassing, but it will be you who reaps the consequences of this attitude. My posts apply to EVERYONE, you are not a baby who is exempt from criticism and from tough love, you can continue to be hard headed and tell yourself itâs not your fault that your still here. Sure that will help you sleep at night but it wonât help you get your dream life.
From now on I will be deleting demotivating comments, my account is about helping others, not coddling some babies who canât live with the fact that it is their job to get their dream life, if you want that look elsewhere, but I will not have yall get into peopleâs heads, there are people who are ready to accept the fact that they control their reality and there are people who are ready to lock in, i will not have yall ruin that. I will not accept comments dms and asks, trying to avoid blame.
Neville does say âdo not blame, only resolveâ but at what point does it become enough. Circumstances are hard and of all people i would know, but at what point do you start taking accountability knowing that your thoughts create your reality and knowing that if you locked in you would have everything already.
there is no such thing as âthis doesnât apply to everyoneâ, you arenât exempt from the facts of the law, ever, and you can delude yourself into thinking so and i hope those thoughts keep you company within all the unsuccessful years to come
GET TF UP AND STOP WHINING, YOU CAN DO THIS!!
last time i checked, bitter and pressed arenât apart of the ingredients for the manifestation recipe đ
#salemlunaa#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifting#permashifting#loa#law of assumption#void state#success story#the void#void concept#respawning#i am state#pure consciousness#shifting consciousness#void#void state tips#the void state#voidstate#tough loveđ
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Thank you for feeding us with the Steve Has Older Siblings AU. God tier level of characterization I gotta say.
How do the older siblings handle the âEddie Munson Problemâ? I would imagine they actually do try to get rid of him at first given Eddieâs reputation but then realize he treats Steve better than any of them ever have.
Well, there is cash incentive.
Richard Harrington still has aspirations of going into local politics one days and he is not going let Al Munsonâs son kill that dream. Or kill their son. Richard waves a dismissive hand in his wifeâs direction because, âOf course. Of course. Or that.â
Whoever makes that boy disappear gets five thousand dollars.
(1.)
Claire takes a direct approach. She corners Steve and tells him that Eddie is a drug dealer and a drug user. She tells him about all the scary things that showed up on his toxicology report in the hospital and Steve replied flatly with, âWow. Crazy. I had no idea.â
âIâm serious,â She says. âYou could get hurt with someone like that. Do you know how that would make us feel if something happened to you?
âI fractured my ankle at a track meet once and Dad made me walk to the car afterwards,â Steve replies. âI think you guys will be fine.â
âIâm serious.â
âYou know, Claire,â Steve nods to himself because, yeah. Sure. Letâs do it. âHow have you felt the last three years? Or, I donât know. The last two concussions? You have no idea what Iâve been dealing with for years now and â and youâve never cared so why now? Whatâs Dad giving you to ruin my life because-â
He shakes his head, âThis is not worth it. Like how picking up the phone when the mall caught on fire with me inside it wasnât worth the effort. Tell Dad you tried really hard, but no. Iâm not going to get rid of one of the few people in my life that actually like me.â
(2.)
Jason takes a different â dumber â approach. He goes in with no plan and no intentions, just took the opportunity when he saw Eddieâs van pulled off on the side of a backroad. He bangs his fist against the side and is delighted that he caught Eddie and Steve.
He threatens to beat Eddie up which is bold to say to an accused murderer in the woods, but okay.
Then he turns around and threatens Steve that heâs going to tell their dad that he was getting high in the woods if he doesnât keep away from trailer trash, but Jason is fucking idiot because they were decidedly not getting high in the woods. He leaves with an eighth of marijuana and no closer to five thousand dollars because Steve had just shrugged like, âOkay? Go ahead. Tell him.â
(3.)
Richie does not participate in this because he actually wants to improve his relationship with his little brother and he was the first person Steve went to after they got Eddie, barely breathing, to the hospital. He saw how shaken up he was and he also saw the bruising around Steveâs neck.
He knows what the bruising looks like. He knows how people gets bruises like that. And he knows that heâs a coward because he could not bring himself to ask a question he did not want the answer to. And he knows Eddie Munson.
Eddie is harmless.
All you have to do is have one conversation with the kid and youâll see that he couldn't hurt a fly. Richie, however, had many conversations with him when Harrington & Associates took his case on pro bono so he knows just how harmless Eddie is.
He also knows that Eddie spends a lot of time trying to make Steve laugh. Richie has spent enough time in his life making his brother miserable. He's not doing anymore.
#unbeknownst of the cash prize#Elizabeth is having a similar conversation with Eddie and getting similar answers#richie had to get approval from their dad before their lawyer firm could take Eddieâs case#Richard initial said no but Richie point out how really obvious it is that Steve clearly helped harbor a wanted fugitive#so they took the case#Richie canât figure out if Steve and Eddie are dating or just close friends#but he has the awful feeling that heâs going to be the first to find out and heâs prefer not to be#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#Steve has older siblings au
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â Silent Serenades â
â An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo â
â Pairings: Duke Satoru Gojo x Duchess Reader
â Content/Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, breeding kink, spitting, Satoru calls reader 'slut during sex, some nipple biting, cum play, mostly cute and fluffy (believe it or NOT) Oral (f recieving) mentions of jealousy and past angst
â Word count: this chap: 11.2k
â Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, itâs the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you at all, leaving you a crying mess on your wedding night, alone. Now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage that destroys you from within. Royal AU, Cruel Duke Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England. Gojo is awful in this. You'll hate Satoru, warning you now. HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you
A/N- I go into Gojo's pov but don't divide them! I hope the style if that is okay. <3 Comments and Reblogs vert=y appreciated if you enjoy
Part Thirteen â Masterlist â Playlist
Part Fourteen - The King's Ball
âFuck this.â Satoru grumbles, youâre arm in arm with him as you both are descending the grand steps down into the opulent ballroom. You giggle a bit behind your white silk glove, he smirks at you.
âFuck this indeed.â You agree softly, he leans down then, lips just a breath from yours.
âI love that dirty mouth of yours.â
âMmm, do you now?â Your eyes meet.
âShould I show you how much?â He whispers, and for a moment itâs as if everything in the grand room fades but him.
Itâs just you and your Duke, cussing about the party ahead of you, his gaze and words making you flush under the glimmering chandeliers above, highlighting the silver glint of your dress, and the bright white suit Satoru wears tonight. He takes one of your gloved hands, pressing a kiss to the back of it, you exhale when his lips are hovering just above yours.
âYouâd kiss me on the lips, in front of all these people?â You tease, he chuckles then, cupping your face.
âIâd do a lot more than that, bury my face under your skirts. Ah, look at you, thoughts driving you to blush?â You take a breath and look around, seeing hundreds of eyes on both of you.
âTheyâre talking about us, Toru.â He peeks and waves a hand dismissively, setting to walk with you again.
âSaying how beautiful you are.â
âHow handsome you are.â
âWeâve gotten sappy, havenât we?â You grin.
âPositively smushy.â Now Satoru grins.
âSmushy!? Is that a word?â
âIt is indeed! Oh Satoru I just want to keep this happiness, notâŠâ You trail off as you both start to greet people now, and you see her, Adelia.
Many people look back and forth from you to her, and now you know a lot more, more than you ever wished to. Satoru feels you tense next to him, a calming hand on the small of your back, fingers brushing up and down. Heâs disgusted seeing her, how one person can look like you but be fucking horrible is still unknown to him, but now you have figured it out.
Adelia is your cousin, thank god sheâs not a sister, Satoru had a panic attack when you had done some digging. She is your motherâs little sisterâs child, one that they had sent off to Scotland, and no one heard of again essentially. Adelia making her own way here is through her own feats, it seemed she did not even come to England until she was an adult.
So you are⊠related.
You had a feeling of course, it was too uncanny not to, but hearing it from your staff, a staff that basically raised you, cinched it all in. Of course they had been sworn to secrecy, but they had no problem telling you once you explained your situation. It is better than what you thought, what if she was a sister, you felt sick just thinking of that, this was quite tangled enough.
âI still canât believe it all.â Satoru says, shaking his head. âOh if I just met you first, you know it would have saved many, many problems.â
âI was rather young then, hmm? How long ago was it?â
âIt was a good six years ago when I met her. I suppose you are a little younger than me, am I an old lecher to you!?â He teases, acting affronted.
âShut it, you're twenty seven, youâre not much older. You still look like a college boy in leading strings.â
âTake that back, insolent little brat.â
âMake me.â You stick your tongue out at him, making his blue eyes glitter, when he looks over your shoulder now and pauses, scowling, his entire mood shifts then as you feel a gaze burning your back. âOn no, what is it?â
You look behind you then, to see the King headed straight towards you, him and Adelia challenging the fresh new bliss Satoru and you have is brutal to handle. Every time you think that Satoru and you are so happy finally, there is Nanami in the street seeing you both, thereâs one of Satoruâs exes, but now itâs a King, who oddly has his sights on you.
And yourâŠ. cousin⊠ugh.
âLook at you.â King Sukunaâs husky voice says your name softly over the music floating around you all, a cacophony of whispers, giggles, music and heels on the floor. And not only that, but he says your first name, making Satoru positively seethe behind you.
âYour Majesty.â You greet cooly.
âArenât you the prettiest thing here.â He murmurs, eyes raking and taking far too many liberties. He then takes your gloved hand and kisses it.
âCertainly not, your Majesty. But thank you.â You politely curtsey, people onlook with little smiles, at the diamond of the season and the King with his attentions on her, you hear their whispers and feel their gazes.
Even married women could not necessarily turn a King down, it was notoriously known, many Kings could have whomever they wanted, and the men had to handle it, even a powerful man such as Duke Gojo. However, you still cannot fathom why he wants to go so far, he is certainly attractive, and a King.
What is he playing at?
âMay I have the honor of a dance, Duchess?â He murmurs, eyes glinting a crimson as he smirks on his tanned face, wearing an opulent velvet brocade tonight, he certainly was swooned over.
You look at Satoru, thereâs nothing you both can do outwardly, he gives you a little nod, hands clenched into fists at his sides, as he watches the King of England take his wife onto the dance floor. He snatches up two glasses of champagne from a butler walking, downing them in two gulps, looking at his surprised face, his mouth dropped open to Satoruâs amusement.
âFuck something stronger, please. I know the King has to have some good whiskeyâ Satoru then hands him several notes, and the butler nods eagerly.
âRight away, your Grace!â He runs off, and soon Satoru is given a glass of whiskey, he sighs, sipping it and watching you over the crystal glass.
âKeep em coming.â The butler bobs his head eagerly.
Satoru is watching you twirl in King Sukunaâs arms, Sukunaâs big hand taking over your little back, pressing you far too close, his other hand encapsulating yours, heâs grinning lewdly down at you, youâre maintaining a smile for appearances. Satoru can tell, itâs not a true smile, something he sees so much more these days, something that captures his heart and soul.
Seeing you smile so sleepy at him in the morning, when youâre in his arms. Itâs the sweetest thing in the world, your little giggles when he kisses on your neck, your sassy grin when you find some new ticklish spot of his, and torture him then with your discovery. You are so very beautiful when you truly smile, how it brightens the entire room.
This is that âperfect Duchess smileâ of yours.
Satoru falls deeper every fucking day for you, so deep it aches, gnawing at his stomach at the thought of ever losing you, he feels he does not even deserve you, and that at any point youâll come to your senses. He has just started to get comfortable with the thought that you chose him, when the King and Adelia have come to fuck with both of you.
âSpeak of the witch.â He grumbles, when she steps up to him, hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off.
âCare for a dance, your Grace?â She rolls the words off her tongue, shifting her hips from side to side and batting her lashes.
Satoru scoffs. âOh, fuck no.â
She glares up at him, itâs nothing like your glare, that feisty little way you set your chin, purse your lips, how your pretty eyes narrow and you decimate him the way only you can. No, this is just her⊠being Adelia, being the woman who destroyed him, made him so afraid to be vulnerable with you, so sure youâd rip his heart out, especially once he started feeling so much.
He knew it that night of the masquerade, seeing you with your baker⊠or as his still sore ribs remind him⊠boxer boyfriend you had. Seeing him touch you, it had awakened something insane in him that night, when heâd been with you in the hallway, when heâd pressed against you, held you and fucking cried, and you had cried right with him, hadnât you?
You both knew then, that there was something there with you both, something he was destroying completely before it could even begin, and pushing you to help him destroy it. When heâd begged to taste you again, fuck he was pathetic for you, but youâd let him. Though when heâd truly drunk you up in that carriage, after that night at your parents?
You ended him.
Heâs so enamored with you dancing, with aching to punch a damn King in the face, he can blissfully ignore this pest of a woman next to him. Satoru sees him dip you over his arm, watches the hair you have coiled in those pretty little ringlets fall over his arm, he swoops you low and then picks you back up in his arms, spinning you slowly to the awws of the room.
Satoru wants to rip his fucking hands off.
âYouâre still here?â Satoru finally acknowledges the annoying pest next to him, she pouts up at him, batting long lashes.
âYou do know he can have her if he wants?â
âWhat do you care? And she doesnât want to.â
âYouâve always been foolish, Satoru. But you know, sometimes I think to myself, I should have only been with you.â Satoru glares down at her now, raising a thing white brow, looking at the spitting image of you trying to fuck with him.
âShouldnât have fucked my dad, or all the other men?â She has enough grace to look down for a moment, before stepping closer.
âIâll explain more if we were to have a moment alone, about your father, about everything.â
âI have no desire to be near you. Go find some dick to hop on, you were quite good at that I suppose. She is much better though.â
âYouâre petty and lying, as if her prissy ass is some wild thing in the bedroom, can she even handle how freaky you are?â
Satoru snorts. âIâm exceedingly pleased with her. Youâre mad you did not get any of that wealth from your mother, a noble, arenât you?â She gasps, and he chuckles. âYes we know, youâre her cousin.â
âHow on-â
âWill you go?â Satoru watches as the dance ends, and the King is leading you away from the crowd, his eyes narrow as you look back over your shoulders at them both.
âOh look, a private moment with the King. And⊠well Satoru, he is quite skilled in the bed, not as eager as you though, something to be said for that.â Satoru grips her wrist now, as she has a hand on his arm, she gasps just a bit.
âI assure you Iâm no virgin any longer, as you enjoyed bragging to my wife, as if she cares.â
âOdd one cousin took your virginity, and you took hers.â Satoru tenses then, and Adelia laughs, a nasty little laugh. âOh you didnât! Oh poor Satoru, youâre just not her first pick are you?â
âYou have no idea of what you fucking speak of.â Satoru lets her wrist go, wondering where you are, he starts walking through the crowds of people, wishing he could shove everyone out of his way and not have to make stupid polite fucking conversation.
He trusts you, he does, but he doesnât trust that King, youâre still young and sweet, and he does not want him manipulating you, pressuring you. Adelia trails behind him, he contemplates knocking her out, heâs not above it truly, but he holds himself in, walking by the crowned jewel room, seeing Sukuna behind you, his hands on your waist.
Adelia yanks him into the next room, shutting the door, and he finally snaps, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. âWhat the fuck is your end game here? How do you get a King to go along with it?â
âI love this rough side of you, Satoru.â She cooes, fingers trailing down his chest, he smacks them off, backing away, fury rising in his chest.
âI swear to god if you touch me once more, I am not yours to touch, or to manipulate anymore.â She shakes her head at him, sighing and slipping down her sleeves, then more, he stops her. âI have no interest in you.â
âNone at all? Seems like you needed my copy to be satisfied.â
âShe is everything you could never be.â
âAnd what is she doing in that room, Satoru, is he touching her?â She whispers, taking his hand as she slips her bodice so low her breasts are revealed, her nipples taut, he looks away at the ceiling, rage making him sick. âWhat would you do, if he fucked her, hmm?â
âIâd be fucking sick and furious, but I sure wonât be doing a goddamn thing with you, nor any woman.â He yanks his hand back, turning away. âCover yourself up, stop embarrassing yourself, dear god.â
âWould you let her have her way with anyone?â
âShe will not.â
âSo explain the virginity?â
âAs if itâs your business. Dear god you make a man want to slap you across a room, I hope you know Iâm no gentleman.â He turns back, thankfully sheâs covered up, her arms crossed. âGive it, what is your game?â
âEver think I want you back, Satoru? Ever think that I regret everything?â She blinks back tears, he rolls his eyes, theyâre unmoving and unbelievable.
âWhat do you suddenly wish to be my wife? You can never be, fuck you had your stupid chance then, I would have moved mountains for you.â The pain sets in, the torture she put him through. Heâs just finally starting to feel like him again, like Satoru Gojo, after years and goddamn years of being a whore, a cruel man.
âPerhaps a mistress, anything to have you back Satoru.â He shoves her off him again, as she steps closer, putting her hands on his chest, looking at him with eyes that he thought he loved, but he feels nothing but contempt. âI miss you, truly miss you, miss everything you did to me, how I felt.â
Sheâs brushing her fingers across his cheek, making his skin crawl. âIâll never have a mistress, and Iâll never leave her.â
âFor what, what is so special about her? I expected you to jump on this, do you know how in love with me you were? Iâve never felt it since, and I never will again.â Sheâs crying now, and he cares not, he just wants to get you before Sukuna has hands on you, he does not know his motivations still.
âYou will not feel love because youâre a horrible person. And guess what, Adelia?â
âWh-what?â
âYou made me just like you.â He whispers, hands in his pockets, bending down so that they are just an inch apart. âI was a horrible man, I was fucking women right in front of her, I was shit to her. Fuck I was perhaps worse than you, took all my anger out from being with you on her. She shouldnât even talk to me, yet she chose me, and you nor anyone will ever make me fuck up again.â
She blinks a bit, taking a breath, looking away then. âSatoru I am sorry for what I did, your father promised me a place in society, it was something even you could not offer truly.â
Satoru laughs without humor. âExpect me to feel sorry for you?â
She gasps. âI was from no wealth like you, like your Duchess, despite being from nobility. I had nothing, I earned my place.â
âBy sleeping with men? You did not earn a goddamn thing. She earns her place when she is by my side, helping villages, when she listens to me, when she was honest with me, when she gave me a chance I did not deserve. You have not earned anything you have, including whatever youâre doing with the King. Youâre nothing Adelia, worse than nothing actually.â
She smacks him hard across the cheek then, the sound echoes in the room, Satoru does not flinch. âYouâve become so cruel, where is the sweet Satoru that I once knew!?â
Meanwhile
âThis is the crown and scepter, go on, touch it.â Sukuna says, hard body behind yours, taking one of your hands and putting it on the shimmering gold crown, you hesitate, hating the nearness, hating that sad look you saw on Satoruâs face, making you worry for him and what Adelia would say.
Would she get to him again? Would he be able to stand firm and ignore the lies she spins? Those are your true worries, not if Satoru would stray, in your heart you know he would not, in your heart you know you are his, and he is yours. But you do know the effect and change she had on him in such a short time, and worry her poison will seep into his brain.
âThese look heavy, your Majesty.â You manage to say, some small talk to perhaps ease the tension.
âSukuna.â His voice is deep, his hands slipping against you.
âYour Majesty.â You turn and look up at him, heâs grinning looking wicked, fingers brushing up and down your bare arm. âYou are too bold, even for a King.â
âI simply do not mince words, write stupid fucking poems, I say what I want, and I get everything I want.â
âNot me.â
âNo?â You shake your head.
âI mean no disrespect, but my heart is spoken for.â He hums quietly, hands trailing up to your shoulders, the backs of his fingers against your collarbone, watching goosebumps rise at the contact.
âYour body is spoken for as well?â He asks huskily, eyeing your decolletage hungrily, your fists clench, breasts rising and falling as you struggle to maintain your composure.
âMy body is indeed spoken for, your Majesty.â He smirks just a bit, another hand pressing against your waist, pulling you gently to him.
âHave a night with me, let me show you things your pretty boy Duke could never, I see it in you, the desire to be filled everywhere, hmm? Desire to have your pretty neck choked, have these bitten and bruised.â He dares to brush his fingers against your breasts. âOh if you were mine youâd have so many marks you wouldnât wear this, so sore you wouldnât walk.â
He leans so close, his lips a breath from yours, you pull your head back, jaw setting. âYour Majesty, Iâm afraid I have marks all over, just not where you can see. And the ones you could? I cover up.â You say with a pretty smile, he chuckles, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes.
âI see I read you well then, that fire in your eyes, bet youâre fucking insatiable.â You resist the urge to roll your eyes, his thumb brushes over your lower lip, making you want to recoil.
âI am indeed with my husband. Sukuna, can I be frank with you?â
âAh, you say my name?â
âListen, I get it, youâre handsome, you get what you want, youâre a King⊠hard to resist.â
He grins. âYou think Iâm handsome, huh?â He has a self satisfied smirk you try to not roll your eyes at.
âOh god. Yes, of course you are, thus, you can have anyone you wish, including my cousin.â
âAh, figured that out?â
âI did. And I know this is some game between you both, what has she done to make you try this hard at me? What agreement do you have?â You cross your arms, stepping back, and Sukuna laughs then, throwing his head back, booming laughter reigning in the empty room.
âShe simply expressed wanting to try with your Duke again, I figured fuck it, some amusement because god the life of a King is so boring now. Oh to be a king in the war of the roses, or something better than this. Stupid balls and operas, and idle fucking gossip. I found the idea entertaining, so I brought her.â
You blink in confusion, itâs all for fun!? âSo why me? Am I just some distraction so she can get Satoru?â
âNo, actually. This is where youâre confused, Duchess.â He grabs you by your waist now, pulling you against him. âI am not trying to have you for some game with her, I saw you and just fucking wanted you. Badly, too.â
âNot for a game? I do not believe you.â
He shakes his head, gaze dropping you your lips, your hands go to his chest, pressing for him to back away, but he does not budge. âDo you really not know the effect you have? Did he do that much damage?â
You blink back tears then, looking away, Sukuna takes the opportunity to kiss down the side of your neck, hot messy kisses, youâre pushing at him but the man is made of brick it seems, casually holding you too close. His lips go up to your ear, hot breath tickling it, making you shiver.
âI heard the rumors, I must wonder how or why he wouldnât want you, even if you look like her. Did he make you think so little of yourself?â You hate it, the memories he is stirring, the feelings heâs making you feel, when he takes your face so possessive in his big hand, while the other presses into your lower back.
âIt is none of your business, Sukuna. None. What me and my husband went through is our business.â You hear your voice breaking, feeling such anger at how he can so easily bring those memories back.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, thumb brushing over your fluttering pulse, you can feel your chest tightening under the stress of it, of being against him, when all you want is Satoru, all you need is Satoru. You do not want to think of how cruel he was at the beginning, because those memories take you to a dark, dark place, one you never wish to visit again.
âI could make you feel so good, like you deserve. Itâs not just your gorgeous little body or pretty faceâŠâ His hands trail lewdly down your curves, thumb brushing over your nipple, your hands clenched into fists, breath coming quicker. âItâs your fire, burning so hot, fuck Iâd love to feel it.â
âWatch that you do not get burned by it.â You whisper in response, he smirks, so cocky and arrogant, you itch to smack him.
âIâd get burned if it meant a moment with you, and no I do not do this, and I do not do it as a game. Do you not wish to feel like a Queen?â He murmurs, you shake your head. âOh no? Well, do you think heâll resist her charms, stay so loyal?â
âIf he does not I⊠I cannot think of that.â Heâs playing you, making you think of things you want to shove down, you refuse to do so, shaking your head more firmly now. âI will not think of it.â
âAh, so let me show you what youâre missing, then Duchess, so you know what you turn down.â He slams his lips against yours, you shove at him again, but he drags you against him, mouth hot and open, tongue trying to get past your sealed lips, pressing deeper until heâs reached his goal, moaning.
Sukunaâs kiss is brutal, passionate and fervent, his hands gripping your ass, dragging you against him. You take a breath, turning your head, for him to turn it back, eyes glinting in the dark, brows raised, his lips parted. You try to step back, but heâs kissing you again, hands sliding up your skirts, up your thighs, and you bite his lower lip then, shoving him.
He chuckles, looking at how hard you bit, lip bleeding just a drop, which he licks. âYou are fiery, fuck do you not know what Iâd do with you?â He cups your face again, you glare up at him, fucking furious.
âYou wonât ever have me. Guess what, even a King does not get whatever he wants, hmm?â You say now, shoving at the brick wall of a man again, he shakes his head with a smirk.
âI can tell youâre excited, I can feel it, see it written all over you.â
âI am furious, is what I am. You will not touch me again.â
âOh?â He brushes your hair back, and you do it then, you haul off and smack the king of fucking england right in his arrogant face.
Shit.
Meanwhile.
âYou changed me with your games.â Satoru retorts to Adelia, just moments before. âNow go fuck off to France, or anywhere, as long as I donât have to see you again.â Satoru hears a smack echo in the next room, smirking and wondering if his wife just hit the King of England. âThatâs my girl.â
âYour girl!?â
Satoru strides past her, as you stride out on the King that you just slapped, and both of you see each other then, in the hall. His cheek reddened from Adelia, your hand stinging from smacking Sukuna, and you damn near burst into tears as you both look at each other. Heâs breathing heavily, youâre breathing in short little pants, striding to each other then.
Satoru picks you up in his arms, hugging you so tightly, putting you down and cupping your face, studying you carefully, you feel so good in his arms. âAre you all right, baby?â
You nod quickly. âI may have smacked the King.â
He grins, melting you, but you see it too, the glimmer in his baby blues. âI heard, fuck that turned me on.â
You giggle, insanely, as King Sukuna and bitch A0delia watch you both. âYouâre fucking insane, you know that?â
âYou fucking love how insane I am, hmm?â You nod, and heâs looking at Sukuna now behind you, before seeing your lips, slightly swollen and reddened, then you see Adelia, her bodice slightly askew, sleeve completely down.
âDid she try toâŠâ
âDid he kiss you!?â
You both nod at your simultaneous questions, then Satoru glares at King Sukuna, and you glare at Adelia, then you both look back at each other in a silent agreement, before you step over to Adelia, who surprisingly has dried tears on her cheeks as she looks at you. You cross your arms, shaking your head as you near her, and as Satoru nears the King.
âLeave him out of your games, he doesn't want you anymore.â Your words just anger her, she steps up to you, shoving at you, you laugh then, back-handing her right in the face as if on instinct.
âYou bitch!â
Sukuna and Satoru grin at you, before Satoru scowls at him, and Adelia cups her face in shock. âDo not touch my husband again, is it clear, cousin?â
âYou two psychos deserve each other.â She grumbles then, as Satoru shoves the King against a wall, hands on either side of him, Sukuna just smirks.
âGoing to hit a King, pretty boy?â
âPretty boy here would love to break every one of your fingers, one by one for touching her. You do not come near her again, I donât care who you are. She is my wife. Mine.â Sukuna sighs, patting Satoru on the shoulder then, surprising all three of you in the empty hall.
âA hell of a wife you have. Donât fuck that one up, because I think she kind of likes me.â You snort, shaking your head as Satoru steps back, glaring.
âI gave you no such impression.â He walks to you then, tilting up your chin and sighing.
âWhat a shame. These lips⊠ah well.â He saunters off, with Adelia shouting at him, waving her arms around.
âHer lips are better than mine!? Excuse me!â You and Satoru snort and shake your heads, he comes to hold you from behind, pressing you against him, kissing your cheek. You lean back against him.
âYou think they are done?â You ask softly, he exhales, pulling you even closer, before turning you to him, walking forward until youâre pressed against the wall, hands pressing against your waist, hands you crave, hands you love.
âThey better be. Iâll kiss every fucking memory of him out of your head.â You whine out softly, and Satoru kisses you boldly, right against that wall, cupping your face, kissing you over and over and over.
You get dizzy from it, from his nipping at your lips, from his tongue delving in your mouth, drinking your soft cries, your body reacts quickly, you feel that heat pool in your tummy, spreading between your thighs. Your own hands slide up to wrap around his neck, fingers interlocking as you tiptoe.
âI love you so much.â He whispers, desperately, you gulp, nodding quickly, uncaring if anyone saw you both.
Youâre married, let them see.
âI love you, Satoru. Are you all right? Was sheâŠâ
âShe means nothing. No one means fucking anything but you.â Youâre melting now, as heâs shaking while he holds you, hand enwrapping in the back of your hair at the nape of your neck.
You drown in him, as your breaths mingle, as his forehead rests on yours, your eyes shut as you feel him, as the love hums through you, your entire being. âSatoru, I need you.â You whisper.
âI need you.â He hums softly. âI need out of this damned palace.â
âLet us leave.â Satoru and you rush through the ball, youâre both breathless by the time you await outside for your carriage, in the dark, chilly night you shiver just a bit, Satoru pulls you against him, warming you. âIâll never let someone touch you.â
âI donât want anyone to. I totally smacked him hard.â
âAnd you backhanded her.â You both laugh, youâre certainly both insane, arenât you? But none of that matters, not when you have this, when you know you both can get through it all.
âMy hand hurts.â He takes off your gloves then, kissing the back of your hands gently, smirking as he runs a thumb over the back of your knuckles.
âI bet it does. Tell me this wasnât learned from the baker.â
âNo! Self taught.â He snorts, and soon youâre both nestled against the carriage, and youâre pulled onto his lap, moaning as your lips meet again and again, he pulls back for a breath, as do you. âIâm so glad she did not get to you.â
âShe tried her best. And you?â He asks, fingertips brushing up the line of your jaw delicately.
âHe tried his best as well. Apparently, he was not part of her scheme truly? He just desired me and also wanted amusement.â
âOf course he desires you. Who doesnât? Have to fight off a King, my best friend and a goddamn baker.â You giggle, shaking your head at him, smacking kisses along his flushed cheeks.
âNot your friend truly!â
âMmm, debatable. Everyone wants you, but I have you.â
âEveryone wants you, Satoru. And yet I have you.â
He cups your face. âAll I even fucking see is you.â
âSatoruâŠâ Youâre kissing him again, desperately, he kisses you senseless, you feel it, the desire spreading even more, wanting to be claimed by him, as he desires to mark you his.
âYouâre all mine, Princess, hmm?â Satoru murmurs, slipping up your skirts, fingers darting across your garters delicately, you cry out softly, head falling back, hair falling as he starts pressing his lips against your throat.
âAll yours- mmm!â Your hands enwrap in his silky hair as the carriage gently rocks you both, you feel his hard length pressing against your heat. His tongue trailing a line up a vein he sees on your throat, all the way up to your ear, his breath tickling you as you roll your hips.
His hands press into your hips, thumbs against your pelvis, pulling you even harder on him, you feel your cunt soaking his trousers, bare under your skirts, he feels himself stiffening painfully, straining against them. His tongue darts to trace your earlobe, he makes that little whimper sound as you roll on him, feeling your cunt soaking through.
âNo one can ever have you, no one can take you from me.â Duke Gojoâs words are husky, desperate, one finger finding your clit and rolling in circles, your eyelashes flutter as your hips arch, his other hand cups your face. âNo one.â
Youâre looking at his glittering blue eyes in the dark carriage, hands slipping across his broad shoulders over his tail coat, staring into eyes you love, you adore. âNo one can ever have me. Itâs only you, Satoru.â
He moans now, slamming his lips on yours, the kiss is desperate and messy, much like the two of you together. Youâre not perfect, far from it, youâre both a mess, youâre both as insane as this desire that pulls you, that irrevocably ties you together, as insane as the hungry kiss is. Your tongues are dripping saliva, your lips are bruising, your hands are everywhere.
You can never get enough of him.
He can never get enough of you.
âThatâs it, Princess, cum for me.â He orders softly, in that husky fucking voice, and he drinks your cries when you start gushing where heâs flicking your clit faster and faster, shaking your head. He scowls. âYou disobey me, hmm brat?â
âWanna cum with you in me.â You murmur, he groans then, hastily pulling back, you eagerly help him undo his belt, unbutton his trousers, his cock springing free, you press your thumb against the slit thatâs oozing pretty pearls of precum. âYouâre so pretty Satoru.â
âYouâre pretty, Duchess. Especially riding my cock.â He slides his tip against you while you brace yourself on his shoulders, he watches your brows go together, your mouth open in a little O, watches your eyes dilate. âFuck youâre so pretty when youâre cock thirsty.â
âCock thirsty!? You⊠know⊠I⊠please!â He smirks now, the little shithead youâre more used to, but there is something so different now.
You both are so in love you cannot see or think of anything but being together, and fuck if tonight hadnât made you both crave it more. You, craving him to fill you up, and him, craving to pump himself in you, to leave you so full of him thereâs nothing but him. But there is nothing but Satoru to you, his eyes hungrily watching you, while heâs pecking kisses on your breasts.
Youâre sinking down on him, the stretch burning so delicious, the carriage jostles you just a bit, and you sink further than you intended, earning your gasp and his groan, he bites at your breasts, hands sinking you fully now. You donât ever take this much so quickly, your velvety walls are spasming around his cock as you try to loosen up, he canât take how tight you are.
âCanât hold back, Princess, you feel too good.â He murmurs, apologetically, you just roll your hips, eating up those snowy lashes fluttering.
âThen donât hold back, Duke.â He moans at that, lifting your hips and pounding up into your cunt now, youâre crying out so loud in the dark night, while you all head home slowly over cobblestone streets, and heâs pumping you so full. âToru!â
âPussy is fuckin made for me, hmm?â Heâs mumbling, nonsensical, fucking up into you so hard, youâre trembling as you take him, feeling his tip bruise your cervix, and youâre close, so close.
You just nod weakly as he watches you, his eyes dark and hungry, as he guides your hips to move in time with his thrusts. The slap of skin on skin echoes in the enclosed space, mixed with your soft cries and his deep moans. One of Satoruâs hands moves to your neck, his thumb resting gently on your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat as he squeezes gently.
âLook at me when you cum for me, Duchess. I want to see those beautiful eyes roll back in pleasure, just for me.â His voice is a low growl, a quiet demand, you struggle to focus, feeling the pressure coil in your tummy.
You lock eyes with him, feeling the connection between you grow stronger with each passing second, the passion and the love that abounds and grows every day, somehow even the dirtiest words that spill from his mouth are sweet. Pretty little slut is sweet to your ears, the squishing of your wetness on his cock is beautiful especially when your husband looks at you like this.
Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave then, spreading all over your body, your cries echoing loudly while one of his hands squeezes your throat, watching you fall apart all over him. Your walls are convulsing around his cock, youâre barely able to hold yourself up anymore.
âMine, mine, mine.â He grunts with every thrust, releasing your throat now, you nod quickly, gasping for a greedy breath.
âY-yours.â You whisper, he needs it, and you need this, after everything to know who you belong to, and who he belongs to.
The grip on your hips tightening, his beautiful eyes never leaving yours, when you feel him thickening, hear the catch in his breath, the crease between his brows, you know heâs close. You press his back against the velvet carriage seat, taking a breath and rocking up and down his length again, he lets you take control, watching you hungrily.
âGod, fucking look at you.â You feel your cheeks heat up at his praise, as his hands press against your stays, the fabric marking your skin, as he watches you with a lidded gaze.
âW-want you to cum for me, Toru. Please.â Your plea earns his lips slamming on yours, and he pins you down fully on his entire length, groaning into your mouth as he finds his release.
His hot spurts of cum fill you, and his throbbing cock edges you again, youâre falling with him, hopelessly into him in the little carriage, arms wrapping around your waist as he keeps pumping his cum deeper. You feel tears falling on your cheeks, legs shaking as you ride him slower and slower, as he fucks you both through the aftershocks and youâre both trembling messes.
âHow are you so sexy? What you do to me?â He murmurs now, you giggle a bit, breathless, he eases out of your sore cunt, your cum and his dripping out of your little hole and onto him.
âWhat you do to me. Having me act so wanton and scandalous.â You tease, he chuckles a bit, sighing and cupping your face with two hands.
âDo you know what I wish, Duchess?â
âWhat is it, Satoru?â You both adjust yourselves somewhat, he turns you so you are sideways in his lap, pressing kisses all over your face.
âThat we could redo our wedding. That I could⊠fix it.â You hear the emotions in his throat, you sigh, nodding then. âThat you didnât hate that night, that you werenât crying on the fucking floor.â
âSatoru we are so far past it-â
âIt does not matter, I will hate myself for it forever.â
You take his hand, pressing a kiss on the back of his knuckles, feeling emotions capture your heart. âWe need not think on it, I do not hold any resentment any longer in my heart.â
âI want to do it over. I want a true wedding, I want a honeymoon⊠I want so much more for you than I gave.â You feel his heart racing under your palm as it rests on his chest over his dress shirt. You watch the man you adore have to handle what he has done, and all you can do is try to reassure him you do not hold anything against him, but he has to live with it.
âDo not endlessly punish yourself, I want us to be happy.â He exhales, shaking his head, hand stroking your back gently.
âThis will help me, please agree to it.â
âAgree to what exactly, Satoru? What do you need?â
âI want to marry you because we want to, not because we were forced to, even though lord knows I couldnât be happier I am with you. I want it for us, and us only. I want to carry you over that threshold, in my fucking arms. I want to make love to you on our wedding night, and have you fall asleep in my bed, and wake you up licking and kissing every inch.â His voice gets more hoarse with every word, and your heart is racing, your chest rising and falling with each breath.
âSatoruâŠâ
âNo, Princess, I need this. I need you to feel desired and loved like you were supposed to, like I should have.â He swipes tears that fall down your cheeks, you feel like youâre spinning, like youâre dizzy, like youâre in a dream.
âWe have it now, I feel your love now. I feel it burning for me, as I burn for you, I feel you everywhere.â He gulps, adamâs apple bobbing.
âI know you do, but I need to show you what I should have given you, fuck what you deserve. You deserved to be happy that night, looking so beautiful, so hopeful just for me to crush you.â Youâre sobbing now, as the pain sinks in, itâs almost as if you cannot imagine Satoru did it.
âI want to pretend it did not happen.â He shakes his head.
âIt did happen, I did those things. I need to right them, to do it all over, to take you far the fuck away from here, somewhere beautiful, fuck you on every surface and feed you and pamper you. Like the Princess you are to me.â His words make you dizzy, images flitting your mind.
âYou already make me feel that way, I swear you do.â You murmur, he takes your hand then, thumbing the pearls of the ring on your delicate finger.
âI want to marry you again, it can be just us two. But I want it, and I need it, to take you away and give you everything, to make it special for you. You deserve that and more. Let me show you my love, please, marry me because you want to, because I want you to. Because I love you so deeply it kills me, because I cannot imagine a life without you.â
âOh, Satoru!â You are a sobbing mess now, kissing him over and over, nodding and sniffling as he holds you to him, so tightly you cannot breathe, youâre nodding weakly, and heâs smiling against your lips then.
âWill you marry me, Duchess? Truly marry me this time?â He whispers, you feel it, the love and devotion humming through every inch of your body.
âI will marry you, Duke Gojo.â He kisses you deeply, and soon the carriage comes to a halt, but you all stay there, laughing through your tears, heâs brushing your hair back, sighing and shaking his head.
âI do not deserve you.â You shake your head.
âYou do deserve me, you deserve love, you deserve it all. You are not who you were, and you know I loved you even then.â You say, his full lips turn up at the corners as he gazes at you lovingly.
âI was an ass.â You giggle a bit, breathless.
âYou still are a bit.â
âExcuse me?â He raises a brow, you keep giggle. âIâll have to punish you for that. Oh, youâre far too excited.â
You bite your lip, hugging him and burying your face against his neck. âWhen is this wedding, hmm?â
âI will set to plan something very soon, I also will have us go to my estate in Scotland.â
âIâve never been!â
âNo? Itâs beautiful. Iâll make everything right this time, I swear it.â You lean back, looking into his glistening eyes, feeling his breaths against your lips.
âWe do not have to do this, but I also would love to. I have wondered, how would a true wedding night have been? If you were⊠my first. I wish so badly that things did not happen as they did, but then⊠were they meant to?â
âI was never meant to be so cruel.â He says, and you feel his anguish.
âI say let us not look upon the past, perhaps a new wedding would be a way for a fresh start. I daresay Iâm rather excited.â
âGod I love you.â Youâre soon in his arms, heâs carrying you inside, kissing you over and over, the staff including Nan is smiling at you all as he carries you up the winding stairs. âI could hold you forever.â
âI could stay in your arms forever.â Satoru soon has you in a bath, heâs gently washing your hair, fingers pressing against your scalp, earning your sigh of happiness as he does. âSatoruâŠâ
âHmm?â
âI never want this to end. Us, together, so happy. Promise me, promise me nothing will tear us apart again.â You whisper, emotions making you choke up, he frowns then, cupping your face, seeing the tears glimmering as the hot water gently runs over your skin.
âWhy are you saying this? Are you⊠do you doubt me becauseâŠâ You hear the worry in his voice.
âNo, no. I do not doubt you but I fear things. I fear it will all be over, and I love you so much Iâll be left with nothing.â His sweet touches and kisses melt you, you feel the anxiety lessen bit by bit.
âBreathe, please.â He orders softly, you take a breath, nodding carefully. âI will never leave you, I will never make such foolish mistakes again, I will be with you until I take my last breath, do you understand?â
You sob softly as you both kiss, as you turn and straddle him, and the water is sloshing around you both, your hands dripping down as you cup his face, as you slide your fingers through his wet, silky locks. Staring into a face that you adore, his intense gaze and tight grip reassuring you as his words sink in.
Until your last breath.
âI will be with you until then, I will be with you after, there is no me without you anymore.â He places his hand on your beating heart, feeling it flutter just for him, looking at your perfect breasts rising and falling, glistening from the water, making him so hungry again for you.
When isnât he?
Your words of love melt him, but heâs also a man, and a man that is helpless and hopelessly turned on by his pretty wife. âKeep looking at me like that and Iâm putting more cum in you.â You gasp, earning his chuckle. âYou like that idea, hmm?â
âIâm sore, you fiend.â
âYour staminaâŠâ
âOh fuck you!â He sighs, tilting his head back as you study his perfect features, so happy for once everything else is just a whisper. âI love you.â
âAnd I, you.â
One Week Later
The rays of sunlight flit in, you feel it, Satoruâs firm lips on your neck, his hand splaying your tummy, you whine out and arch your back, earning his groan. He presses you on your back then, kissing across your chest, down to your breasts, shifting your thin silk chemise down to lap at one of your sensitive nipples. You cry out at it, hands entwining in his hair.
âOh, Satoru⊠mmm! They hurt.â He chuckles, nipping one, it hurts so much it feels good, then heâs turned his attention to the other, and you wince in slight pain again, theyâre aching. âAh!â
âDo they really hurt that badly? Youâre not due for monthlies are you.â He keeps kissing down your body, slipping the chemise to reveal every little inch of you, as you gasp and arch your back.
âNo, not for a week or so. Itâs so strange⊠oh that feels so good, though, pleaseâŠâ Youâre whining as he plays with them more, you could almost orgasm from just his touch on your nipples, cunt dripping wet. The silk moves gently across your skin, a whisper in the quiet morning.
The lights play on the planes of his face, the way his hair falls just so, the way his eyes lock on yours as he laps at your nipple again, in slow circles, one hand bracing himself as the other squishes a breast in his grip. It hurts again, youâre jerking just a bit at it, nipples pronounced and ready for him.
âWell I like this, you all sensitive.â He teases, grinning so sexy, you feel your cheeks heat up at it.
âYou like to hurt me a bit, hmm?â You challenge, whispering, Satoru leans back down, sucking a peak into his mouth, harder, his cheeks hollowing as he does, you scream out at the sensation now, when his teeth press against your areola, and the sensations spread everywhere. âF-fuck, it h-hurtsâŠâ
âGood or bad, slutty Duchess?â He asks, going to your other peak, repeating the bite of his sharp teeth, making your tummy clench, you grind on his thigh eagerly. âFuck feel how wet you are.â
You canât speak, the pain and pleasure so blinding, he removes his mouth from where heâs sucked your nipple until itâs all puffy and glistening from his saliva, pressing his bare thigh up against you more. Youâre dripping down his leg, clit so sensitive it rivals your nipples, he starts kissing lower now, your tummy, soft kisses at first then heâs biting you.
Across your ribs, the underside of your breasts, sucking and biting and lapping you up everywhere, making you a pathetic writhing mess for him. Youâre so beautiful in the soft light of the morning, in his bed, covered in his marks, your eyes dilated in pleasure, lashes casting shadows on your precious face, a face he sees every time he shuts his eyes.
God he canât wait to marry you, truly marry you.
Heâs picturing doing this in Scotland now, perhaps on some rolling green hill, your legs spread and hair splayed on some plaid, fuck heâs so ready for it, heâs mostly got it planned out, he only hopes youâll enjoy it, he hopes itâs something beautiful, like you deserve. Heâs looking up at you as he glides your chemise down your body completely, leaving you bare for his eyes to feast on.
He drinks in every line and curve of your perfect body, your smooth skin that he presses his lips against, feeling every muscle tense as he kisses even lower, as his hands press into your hips. He inhales your sweet scent, teeth nibbling your inner thighs, enjoying the glittery bite marks heâs leaving like a trail.
Satoru gets down to your dripping wet lips of your pretty pussy, he teases his finger tip at your entrance, earning your little hole drooling all down his hand, he exhales at it. âIâve barely touched her and sheâs this wet?â
âSensitive too.â You breathe out, every little breath of his makes you jerk, even his smirk against your thighs have you pouring out, honeyed arousal making your cunt glisten. âS-SatoruâŠâ
âNeed something, Princess?â He teases, smirking up at you, his blue eyes darkening when he presses a kiss against your clit, your body jerks as desire floods through you.
âNeed you.â He moans, swiping his tongue up your slit, string of saliva and your slick dripping from his tongue, your hands enwrap in his silken white hair, crying out at the sensation. âToru, need you in me.â
âIn a minute, you taste so good. Fuck youâre dripping.â He huffs in wonder, looking at his fingers coated in you, rolling them together and then slipping two fingers in your soppy little cunt, the stretch and pressure so much youâre screaming now, as his fingers press on your spot. âThatâs it, fucking feel you, sâwet for me, f-fuck.â
You hear it, his fingers playing you, youâre stupid wet itâs ridiculous, his free hand slips up to grip one of your breasts again, youâre arching up off the bed, whining out at how good it feels, his tongue swirling right along with his fingers pumping. Itâs too much, you fall apart so easily for him, completely unraveling, as he drinks you up, slipping his fingers out.
You pulse around nothing when he sucks you off his fingers, white lashes fluttering, then heâs kissing you, youâre lapping your sweetness off him. In the quiet morning itâs you whining into his lips, when he flips you over, laying you on your tummy, prone over you now. Youâre trembling as he wraps one hand around your throat, your eyes rolling back in your skull.
âSâgood, T-Toru, ah!â Your head falls back, exposing more of your throat when his leaky tip is running his precum up and down your clit, youâre trembling as he holds you, his long fingers wrap around your throat fully.
âYou love it, donât you? Me choking your pretty neck.â He murmurs, you weakly nod, ass arching up enough to allow his tip to enter your cunt, bit by bit, sinking into your eager hole.
âI love it.â You whisper, he squeezes your throat tighter, breathy moan in your ear, fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere. âNgh!â
Youâre crying out as he begins fucking into you, one hand brutally squeezing your hip, the other, squeezing your throat, youâre fading so dizzy and weak for him, velvety walls fluttering around his length. Satoru feels you squeezing him like a fucking vise, you feel him so deep, in your tummy, everywhere. Satoruâs tip hits your cervix then, he rolls his hips, and you fall apart under him.
âFucking feel you, god youâre so tight Princess.â Your answer is a whimper, cumming all over his length, dripping down on the sheets below. âSo wet feel that cunt gripping me, f-fuck.â
Satoruâs voice is desperate, his hand squeezing even harder, your vision blackening and glitter sparkling your vision when he lets you go, turning your chin to him, lips slamming on yours. Your moans are drunk by him, he wraps an arm around your waist, dragging your hips back on his length again.
âSatoru!â Youâre crying out his name, voice hoarse, he rolls his hips again, the ridge of his tip brushing on your spot, sending you fucking reeling again. Your cunt is so loud with how wet she is, skin smacking in the quiet of the morning.
âThatâs it, lemme feel you, gonna fuck you sâgood baby.â Satoruâs nipping on your ear, then your neck, bending over you, taking over your every sense. You gasp and cry out, while he picks up your hips, finger finding your clit and rolling. âThere you go, slutty cunt pouring all over the bed, huh?â
âF-fuck you, Toru.â He chuckles before crying out, as you tighten your cunt up around him, laughing breathless when he whimpers. âToo tight?â
âSlutty brat.â He huffs, the words just urging you, when heâs flipped you to your back again, cock lining up with your entrance, shoving deep inside you again, you feel your body tingling fucking everywhere when you clamp down on him again, and he scowls at you. âLoosen up, fuck.â
âHmm? Wh-what do you mean- ah!â Satoru sinks fully in, stuffing you so full, stretching you out while he squishes your breasts in his hand again, smiling fucking devious at you. âAh! Fucking hurts!â
âAw poor baby canât take it?â He huffs, challenging you, your hips lift, and he uses the movement to pull almost all the way out.
âN-no!â
He grins, then thrusts inside to the hilt, your eyes roll back, and heâs grinning now, so smug. âSo much for your talk, huh?â
You just whine, biting down on your lip, your body so sensitive now, the pleasure so intense youâre shaking, your nails digging into his shoulders, he snaps those slender hips forward, slapping his pelvis against yours, you feel it in your stomach, heâs fucking you so deep, feel him everywhere, inside you, around you. He moans and cups your face, bracing himself on his elbows.
âGonna fuck your mind up, Duchess.â He huffs, eyes bright as his grin is psychotic, but it just makes you wetter, weaker for him. âAll mine, every fucking bit of you, isnât it?â You nod weakly, pussy aching already, but heâs clearly not done, not even close, fucking you into another orgasm that has you a mess.
âY-yes, Toru. Sâall yours.â Your words are slurred, when heâs easing back, tilting your mouth open, his saliva dripping in it. Your eyes cross as your tongue hangs out, opening for his spit, his drool, and you gasp when he slams his cock so deep, big hands pressing your thighs so far apart they ache.
Satoru wants to own you, every bit of you, looking down at the fucked out mess you are under him.
His perfect Duchess, his little princess has his spit in her open mouth, her dilated eyes keep crossing and rolling. He feels those walls clutching his cock, trying to milk him for everything heâs god, he has to pull back, gasping, he doesnât want it to end yet, he needs his Princess a fucking mess.
Satoru pulls back, up on his knees, lifting your ass up to sink deep, your head pressing back into the pillows as you swallow his spit. âCan your pretty tits handle anything right now?â
âTh-theyâre so s-sensitive- ah! B-butâŠ. yes please.â Heâs bent over you, his back arching up, tongue back on them, sucking them rough. Your hands sink into his skin on his back, nails pressing in, leaving marks while he slowly pumps into your cunt again and again.
âPerfect tits, fuckin perfect body.â You melt, blinking back tears, usually in the mornings itâs some lazy sex, him cuddling you, this is insane, this is after a fight sex, itâs after a night at the ball sex, that consuming mind fucking heâs doing, along with praising every bit of you. âThose eyes, fuck.â
âYouâre t-too much.â You manage, he chuckles, breathless, stroking a tear from your cheek, easing his pace finally.
âSore, baby?â Heâs smirking, teasing you.
âItâs so much. So big.â He moans at that. âToo deep, so full.â
âYeah so full of me?â You nod weakly, his hand presses on the bulge heâs making in your tummy, fucking slower and slower, itâs so intimate and feels so good, you feel your skin slick with sweat now, feel yourself falling off the edge of the earth, clinging to the man that makes you descend into madness.
âFull, so full. Youâre everywhere Toru.â Your eyes both lock then, you stare into those blue swirling storms, his pupils blown out, as he hovers over you, your leg over his arm now, leaky tip prodding your cervix. Your sensitive breasts are heaving with every breath you take, small and shaky.
âYouâre everywhere, every time I close my eyes, or open them, I want to fucking see your pretty face, pretty body.â You do cry then, itâs too much. You feel so emotional lately, especially when the man you love is working you, is cupping your face, at one moment rough and brutal, at another so slow and sweet.
âCum in me, please, Toru.â You beg, your voice a breathy cry.
His brows furrow together, his snowy lashes lowering, he moans then, capturing your lips in another breathtaking kiss. âOnly if you cum first, want your slutty cunt to milk me dry.â
You whine out, when he slips his hand down, your foot is pressed against his shoulder, his strong muscles rolling when he fucks you hard now, and just like that, youâre coming again, your cunt tightening around his cock, your body writhing underneath him as you let out strangled cries. You feel the tears pouring from pleasure and the overwhelming person that is Satoru Gojo.
âThere she is, fuck. Good little Princess.â He cooes, but you hear it, his hitch in his breath, the catch in his voice, he pumps quickly then, chasing his release, and then practically cries out in his own whimper when he starts cumming, kissing your neck then biting you as he rolls his hips.
âToru- f-fuck!â You whine out, in between sobs, when his cum is pumping up into your pussy, filling you so fucking full.
âGonna put so many babies in you, huh?â You weakly nod, tears sticky and hot on your cheeks, when he cups your face, his cock throbbing. âYouâll look so fucking beautiful full with me.â
âToru youâre fucking my head up and itâs the morning.â You whisper, he chuckles then, swiping tears from your cheeks. âPsychotic Duke.â
âSlutty Duchess. Mmm.â Youâre pulsing around him, youâre both so sensitive, when he eases out you tremble at it, your cunt dripping his cum out, so deliciously fucking sore. He shoves two fingers in your sloppy cunt then, and watches you writhe and your eyes flutter shut.
âSadistic ass Duke.â You whine out, he laughs softly, kissing your forehead sweetly like heâs not fingering his cum back inside you.
âNo, I just want you to be full of cum for tonight. Think Iâll need to put a few more in before this dance weâre going to.â You exhale, shaking your head, when he pumps again, the squishy mess of your cunt utterly lewd.
âA few more!?â You demand, narrowing your eyes, he grins.
âThere she is, my mean little Duchess. Fucking love that look.â
âThe âIâll kill youâ look?â
âOh yes. Mmm, donât you want a baby anyway? How will you have one if you waste all my seed like this? Tsk tsk.â Satoru shoves his fingers so deep, youâre pulsing around his fingers again, feeling him harden against your inner thigh, cock sticky and hot.
âSânot how it works, you just love torturing me. Ngh!â He smiles against your lips, kissing you over and over.
âI do love to abuse your pretty cunt, watch that gorgeous face as I drive you fucking crazy.â
âSadistic.â
âYouâre masochistic.â
âTo be with you? Yes.â
He glares now, and youâre giggling. âYou little fucking brat.â
âWhat- ah!â Satoruâs smacked your pussy now, your thighs tremble.
âAnd you like it, donât you?â
âFuck you. Yes.â He snorts once more, kissing you as he hits your spot again, when suddenly your tummy tenses too much, and you wince a bit at it. âSatoru⊠it really is too much.â
âAre you too weak?â He taunts, but your tummy really hurts suddenly, you shake your head and he pulls back. âToo much, Princess?â
âN-no. Something⊠I feelâŠâ You exhale, trying to breathe.
âIs it your asthma? Iâll fetch a doctor.â He says softly, the concern clear in his voice and on his features.
âNo, Toru not at all. Itâs⊠my tummy.â You wince again, turning away from him and exhaling. âItâs so tense and I feel almost sick.â
âDid I do too much?â You shake your head again, he kisses your bare shoulders, hands gently running along your back. âI donât want you sick for the wedding.â
âI wonât be, promise. We have a week. Um, could you tell Nan to make me something to eat maybe? I feel hungry and sick?â He frowns, then nods, pecking a kiss on your forehead.
âIâll go have her make something for you.â You smile gratefully, you both clean up, then you sit up in the bed, as the wave of nausea passes, you shake your hands and try to exhale, to focus.
Soon Nan is in your room, with your coffee and some delectable muffins, they look mouth watering then. She looks at you with a small smile. âIs everything alright Duchess?â
âI believe so. I got a little queasy, oh these look so delectable!â You inhale the muffin and smell the sugar and blueberry.
âYour favorite, Duchess. Now, take a bite.â You are starving, and nauseous, itâs an odd combination, but the food is helping somehow, coating your tummy as you nibble more and more.
âNan, could I ask you something personal?â You murmur, as you practically devour the muffin and reach for another.
âOf course, my love. You have quite an appetite, itâs so nice to see.â You flush a bit.
âI do seem to be ravenous, hmm?â You lick sugar off a finger, sipping on the coffee now.
âItâs part of being a newlywed. Which⊠you will be again I see.â
Marrying Satoru.
Truly marrying him.
Yes, you all are together, but this? You cannot wait.
âIndeed, I agree. But Nan⊠itâs personal.â You whisper, leaning close, Nan bobs her head, leaning in. âMy nipples hurt so bad, my breasts ache. I am a little worried because Iâm not due for monthlies. Have you ever felt this?â
She pauses then, smiling, shaking her head. âI should have guessed.â
âGuessed what, Nan?â You tilt your head curiously, and she shocks you then, touching your tummy over your blue silk wrapper youâre wearing.
âYouâre glowing, you have an appetite, your⊠ahemâŠâ She eyes your bosoms, fuller than usual you notice. âThey hurt. Thatâs all signs of being with child.â
You falter then, gasping, putting your hand on hers over your tummy. âW-with child? I⊠are you sure?â
Satoru walks in then, grinning at you both, before he sees her hand on your tummy, his eyes dart back and forth, where Nan is touching you. He gulps then, shaking his head, lips opening then closing, just to repeat the action, lashes blinking rapidly, as if heâs putting it all together.
You turn to him, taking his hand now. âSatoru, it's just a guess, we do not surely know yet⊠butâŠâ
His mouth opens and closes once more, his eyelids lowered as they stare at where your tummy is, reaching out and touching it now, placing a hand over you. âAre youâŠâ
You nod just a bit, feeling the swelling of happiness, along with some apprehension for how Satoru would feel. Was it just talk? Would this be too much for him? You all are just starting to have this uninterrupted bliss, this perfect morning, and though you want this so badly, you want him ready.
âAre youâŠâ He keeps trailing off, stepping closer now, Nan watches you both with a little smile. âPregnant?â
A/N- This is very smushy and happy, yes I know this was angst but I write Happy Ever After stories only. I am working on Nanami's side story if you wish to be tagged in that plz lmk! Tysm for those who still read this, I know it's going LONG and it's a lot. I love you all bc this has become my favorite project I've written so far!
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I am often self-concious of how often I talk and laugh in social settings. I've tried to stop, but can't seem to help myself. This has been a problem my entire life, for as long as I can remember, since my very first days of preschool. In efforts not to speak, I just feel myself get more and more excited until I lose my will to reign it in and spill words everywhere.
In light of that, here are some positive things I've heard about it:
"I could listen to you talk all day. I think you're one of the only people I can listen to who doesn't bore me to death."
(I burst out laughing in class after a long absence. someone across the room hears me.) "Hey! Now Tea's back!"
"You always know so many weird facts. It's awesome."
"Your life is buckwild. I love hearing from you, I never know what you're going to tell me."
"You really struggle at this, but you still show up and you do it anyways with a smile."
"How does your brain move so fast? You always have the perfect response ready to go."
"You know, I don't think you should write your next presentation ahead of time. You're much more engaging and dynamic when you ad-lib. Sticking to the script seems to slow you down."
"You give really good talks. Have you thought about teaching?"
"I can really feel your passion when you talk."
"I love how every time I take you somewhere we have funny interactions with people."
#It's such a downer#Feeling like a sand pit#That it's nice when someone tells you they like it#And you don't have to bottle it all up#It's nice#To just#Not have to think about it#I'm gonna try to appreciate that more
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Headcanons for being the Justice Leagueâs computer intelligence
Justice League x reader
warnings:
a/n: THANKS BABE. this is such an old request i am so freaking sorry
prompt: anonymous: âHello! I would like to request a Justice League (DC Extended Universe) + Reader who is sort of their 'Person in the Chair' - helping behind the scenes to keep their weapons/powers/skillset in tact, but is not afraid to fight back if necessary? I would like these to be a set of headcanons, please? Thank you and Happy Writing! P.S. You're writing is incredible!â
you and alfred got along well
âglad iâm not the only one doing the grunt work anymoreâ -alfred
âand i was under the impression you loved this jobâ -you, sarcastically
you could frequently be found switching between important sites that actually helped during missions and reddit
âalfred hang on i want your opinion on this: âam i the asshole for trying on my bosses suit? i (25m) work with some pretty famous people and my boss (45m) has a really cool suit. itâs a little stiff but i think i like it. anyways, thereâs a matching hat (if you will) and it smells AWFUL, so i sprayed it with febreeze but it only made it worseâââ -you
âhang on. this cant beâŠâ -alfred
âHOW DID YOU FIND MY REDDIT ACCOUNT?!â -barry, over comms
âyour name is scarletspeedster, and weâve been trying to wash that febreeze smell from the cowl for weeks.â -you
âmy god, barry. next time, just use an old suitâ -alfred
âreally?!â -barry
ânoâ -you and alfred
you do a lot of gadget/weapon design with JL members
âitâs acceptableâ -bruce
âwow, thanksâ -you
âitâsâŠitâs good work. i mean itâ -bruce
diana sits with you and tells you stories, sometimes theyre very informational
âso if you ever do end up fighting, youâre going to want to craft a very nice sword for yourself. i know youâre good at that, youâll do just fineâ -diana
barry nerds out with you sometimes
he gets real excited when he sees you designing stuff on the computer
and tries to be helpful
âwind resistance might be a problem with this design, you should go sleekerâ -barry
âhey, barry? if you donât let me do my job im gonna design a tool specifically to shut you upâ -you
âharsh!â -barry
âsorry, maybe a little too far. but let me workâ -you
arthur wanted cooler clothes
âcan i get you some material from atlantis so you can make me a nicer suit?â -arthur
âonly if you bring me extra so i can have fun with itâ -you
ânot a problem for the king, its a dealâ -arthur
clark didnât really need/want much
but he was a great help when testing new weapons and suits
âcan you justâŠlaser vision that target right ahead. new suit materialâ -you
âyeah, stand backâ -clark
it held for a good 20 seconds
âbetter than i thoughtâ -you
you were their eyes in the sky on missions
directions, lookout, enemies, obstacles, detours, you name it
and yeah, maybe victor could also do a great deal of this stuff, but you got to do it behind the scenes and you actually got paid pretty well for it
but occasionally you did ask him for tech support
âvictor, the batcomputer frozeâ -you
âi know, i did that on purposeâ -vic
âcan you unfreeze it so i can see whatâs going on?â -you
âwhatâs the password?â -vic
*sigh* âilovevicstone123â -you
diana let you spar with her sometimes
which honestly scared you every time bc you know she could kill you if she wanted to (but you knew she would never)
(but she could)
youâd never be apart of the justice league, which was very okay with you because you loved being behind the scenes and not being shot at
and so long and you had tea with alfred while the rest of them were kicking ass, youâd manage
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