#love how they’re gauging each other’s expression

[superbat-love]

Good Cop/Bad Cop

[xmanicmushroomx]

nsfw alphabet || katsuki bakugou

tags: aged up katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, nsfw alphabet

cw: HEAVY nsfw [obvi], mention of bodily fluids, slight bdsm themes??, sexual positions and scenarios

a/n: holy shit you guys???? 1k notes on my “your birthday party” bakugou scenario??? i’m so blown away. you’re all so amazing and i hope you know how deeply appreciated you are.🥹 to celebrate, here’s an nsfw alphabet for our favorite boom boy.

a is for aftercare (what they're like after sex)

katsuki is so incredibly attentive after sex. he’ll bring you a glass of water and a warm wash cloth, clean you up, and then he’ll pull you into his arms so the two of you can go to sleep.

b is for body part (their favorite body part on their partner)

he’s an ass man, through and through. he’s always touching your ass: slapping or pinching it as you walk past, hand in your back pocket when you’re out in public, sneaking his fingers up your dress while you two stand in the corner of a crowded elevator. he can’t get enough of watching your cheeks get red from his blatant teasing.

c is for cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if he’s not cumming inside you, he’s cumming on you. he loves making a mess of you. he treats it like marking his territory, covering your face with it and taking pictures of you like that. [he doesn’t share them with anyone, obviously, he just pulls them out and shows them to you anytime you think you can outdo his attitude. “you keep talking to me like that and you’re gonna end up on your knees looking like this again, pretty girl. shut your mouth.”]

d is for dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

no one knows how you and bakugou really met. your story is always “oh, we reunited at a conference a couple years back and just clicked!” but that is complete, utter bullshit. you’ve been friends with benefits since just after your graduation from ua. the two of you caught feelings, HARD, and decided you needed more.

e is for experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

does he know what he’s doing? he genuinely might tie you to the bed if you ask him that question face to face. even if he’s not experienced, he’s a quick learner. the second he finds that spot that has your eyes rolling back, he’s absolutely abusing it until you’re a stuttering, drooling, mindless mess underneath him.

f is for favorite position (this goes without saying)

bakugou can’t stand to not look at your face while he’s fucking you. he wants to see every expression and gauge every little reaction you have to him. he hikes your knees over his shoulders and practically folds you in half, nose to nose, hands in your hair to pull your face closer to his, “eyes on me, babygirl,” “if you close your eyes again i’m stopping”.

g is for goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

bedroom bakugou is always. all. business. he’s not messing around. he has one goal — make you cum as many times as possible, and then take care of himself with your body.

h is for hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it’s thick and just slightly darker than his hair. he keeps it trimmed and neat for you, but if you didn’t ask for it, he would rather let it do what it does without a care in the world.

i is for intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he always reassures you before. [“you know i love you, right, mamas?”] but during… oh boy. [“‘cause i’m about to fuck you like i hate you.”]

j is for jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to, when you two would have to go weeks between seeing each other. but now that you sleep in the same bed every night, he doesn’t have to.

k is for kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s dominant, no questions asked. and he loves brats. it riles him up when you go to an event together and catch an attitude with him. he’ll fuck it out of you the second you get back home. if your attitude is really bad, he’s dragging you to a secluded guest room to put you on your knees.

l is for location (favorite places to do the do)

any- and everywhere. he’s sliding a hand up your skirt under tables, sitting you on his lap whenever possible, pulling you into a closet or kitchen to pin you against the wall or push you down on your knees.

m is for motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your attitude is his biggest turn on. when you start mouthing off to him, he knows what you really want to say is, “please fuck me on the nearest possible surface before i lose my mind.”

n is for no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

drunk-you and asleep-you are both completely off limits [unless you are into that and specifically ask him to do it]. if either of you show even slight discomfort at anything new, he stops immediately. he’s not one to be outright opposed to most things you suggest.

o is for oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when it comes to oral, he’s a giver and a taker. he’ll lick your cunt until his jaw is numb just to hear those pretty noises falling from your lips. he’s patient when you’re offering, tangling his fingers in your hair and letting you set the pace. but when he’s punishing you.. i hate to tell you, girlie, but your throat is a goner :)

p is for pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this honestly goes both ways, depending on what he wants out of it at the moment. sometimes, he just wants to worship your body — everything is slow and sweet, whispering in your ear how much he loves you, “you’re fucking divine, baby”, tending to your every request. other times, however — like when he’s had a particularly bad day — he is absolutely fucking you through the mattress and growling low, empty threats in your ear. “shut up and take it, mamas,” “gonna tie you to this bed if you don’t stay fucking still”, “need’a cum inside this pussy before i start blowing shit up”

q is for quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves them. he’ll take you at every opportunity. [see location!]

r is for risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ohhh yes. he’ll have the most random idea for a position, kink, or anything else sex-related. he’ll ask you about it beforehand, of course, because he’s not just gonna spring the shit on you in the middle of it. if you’re interested in giving it a go, he’s absolutely trying it.

s is for stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man could go all day. he’s spent YEARS perfecting his body, increasing his stamina, training his entire system to be as active as possible for as long as possible, to be a hero. and he’s absolutely no different in the bedroom.

t is for toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’ll use them on you — but just to tease you, because the only things you’re cumming on when he’s around are his fingers or his cock. his favorite toy is the vibrator that connects to his phone. he’ll sit you on the bed and kneel between your legs when you’re both getting ready for an event, lapping at your clit while he slides it inside you. [“be a good girl tonight, or else i’m maxing this thing out while you’re talking to someone until you behave.”]

u is for unfair (how much they like to tease)

bakugou will tease you until you’re crying out of desperation. he’ll relentlessly brush his fingertips against your sweet spot, over and over, until you’ve cum so many times and you’re so sensitive it hurts. it satisfies him to no end, smirking like an absolute devil, while you sit there with tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you already.

v is for volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

bakugou doesn’t do loud. he’s yelling at everyone all the time, so sex is the one instance where he’s always calm and collected. what he does do, however, is whisper or growl in your ear about everything. [“you’re so wet for me, mamas.” “always such a good girl.” “you can do it, baby, gimme one more.”]

w is for when (is there a specific time of day they like to do it most?)

bakugou is always doing something sexual. he teases you all day, if he doesn’t already have you underneath him in bed all day.

x is for x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he puts the word muscular to shame. he’s a pro hero, #2 at that, so of course he’s fit as a fiddle. he trains daily. broad shoulders, narrow hips, long arms and legs. he’s extremely proud of his own dick — ten and a half inches long and just thick enough that it stretches you out enough to feel like the first time — every. single. time.

y is for yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

this man could fuck you before every meal and he’d still want more. making you come undone is his own private serenity, and sometimes he genuinely thinks it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

z is for zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after taking care of you and making sure you feel okay, he wraps you in his arms and pulls your head against his chest. he’s out like a light [and you usually are, too.]

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi~~

I kinda here for the 6k

I am a huge fan of you btw.. I loved Ur eached and every batfamily plus Clark Kent stories

So can I get a sweet arranged marriage turn into love with Bruce or clerk ( can't pick between them)

I leave most decision upto you as I trust you just make it fluffy

And congratulations on your 6k. You deserve it

Thanks and bye

.⋆｡What is a Marriage｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

It is your wedding day, a joyous occasion for all, except you and your new husband

Warnings: regency!au, arranged marriage, misogyny, mention of drug rings, fluff WC: 909

6k Bingo Celebration

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

For as long as you could remember, you were taught that you would marry a lord and a rich one at that. While your brothers would marry to carry on your family’s name, you would be responsible for another family, another home and any children that your husband saw fit to give you. You would belong to a man that your father believed would be the most capable of giving the entire family a chance to climb the social ladder. 

Part of you was excited for your debut upon the marriage mart. You dreamed of the gorgeous balls and beautiful gowns you would wear to catch the eye of a gentleman who would spoil you rotten with love and affection. Your mother’s sisters constantly told you stories of magical evenings with their future husbands as they began to court. 

Yet only a few before your debut, those dreams were stomped out by your father’s announcement that you would be wed to a man you had never met in a week’s time. Shamefully, your escape attempts though childish, were unsuccessful and only served to have your last remaining privilege of choosing your own wedding dream taken away.

And so, here you were, sitting at someone else’s table, eating food picked out by a stranger as you sat next to your new husband whom you’ve already forgotten the name of. This was definitely not how you pictured your Wedding Breakfast, alone save for your husband and his butler, your father hadn’t even the decency to let your mother attend.

You sighed and picked up the newspaper your husband had abandoned a few minutes ago. Your husband’s blue eyes flicked over to you but you ignored him. The smudged ink of the headline drew your attention; ‘Masked Vigilante Exposes Drug Ring’. It made you scoff.

“Is there something the matter?” His deep voice cut through the silence of the dining room, aggravatingly sending a shiver down your spine. You refused to look at him.

“This vigilante, it seems he’s doing a better job at protecting Gotham than the police. A damn shame they’re incapable of doing their jobs properly.” You flicked to the next page, pretending to read as you gauged his reaction. Would your husband punish you for swearing and belittling other men as your father would have done? You were met only with the soft clink of silverware and the footsteps of his butler.

“More coffee Master Bruce?” 

“Yes, thank you Alfred.” Bruce (what a modern name) cleared his throat and you finally made eye contact with him. “Are you a fan of this vigilante?” His voice tilted up like your brothers’ did when they teased you. 

You twisted the heavy ring on your finger, your stomach tight as you waited for the inevitable cruel punchline of his joke. “He’s doing something to protect people. I think it’s noble.” His lips quirked up and you couldn’t help but remember the brief peck you had shared an hour ago, your first kiss.

“Do you?” A flash of anger burned in your stomach as heat crawled up your cheeks. 

“Don’t patronise me.” Suddenly, his expression dropped. You watched him stutter over his words as he scrambled to explain what he meant. Alfred chuckled under his breath while he took your full plate of eggs and instead replaced it with some fresh fruit pastries. 

“I didn’t- I wasn’t,” his broad shoulders dropped, “I’m sorry.” He almost looked like a sad puppy like this, his head lowered, eyes wide with a genuine remorse, his fluffy brown hair hanging down along his strong cheekbones. You almost felt bad about your outburst, almost. 

“What is it that you want from this marriage? Children? A wife to obey your every whim? Who turns a blind eye to your indiscretions?” You hissed but he didn’t flinch, only taking a deep breath before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of pulling out the empty chair next to you, he knelt beside you, his hands taking yours.

“I want a companion, that is all. I know you had no choice in this marriage, and for that I apologise, it is not how I wanted this to go. But I can give you independence and freedom just by giving you my name and my wallet. I only ask that you humour me with trips to the city together, the opera, anywhere, as long as society sees us together.” He twisted your ring back so the bright purple amethyst sat right against your knuckle once more.

“I can do whatever I want?” 

He reached up and gently cupped your cheek. “I am your servant. Ask me for anything, and it is yours.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you nuzzled into his foreign yet comforting touch.

“And what if I ask for your heart?” 

“Then it is yours.” He said with a smirk and you couldn’t help but believe him. And as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand and then to your cheek, you wondered if this was what your mother’s sisters meant when they said that you would just know if he was the one.

Perhaps you could be more than a commodity to be sold. Maybe Bruce could be more than the man who bought you. You glanced at the headline again as another feeling stirred in your gut. Perhaps, there was more to life than what you had been told.

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ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ - ᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ…

synopsis - on one stormy night, you find yourself in front of a dainty pet store. the store's warm lighting coaxed you into opening the door with a soft jingle, the smell of grass with a hint of vanilla instantly wafting over you. you had come in search of a friend, finding the emptiness in your home quite lonesome. will you find what you are looking for?

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The rain pelted against the asphalt road, creating small puddles that drivers would mercilessly drive into that caused waves of water to splash onto the concrete sidewalk. The stop light flickered to yellow, then red, allowing you to cross the street safely. 

On the other side was a pet store with its bright neon lights shining through the early hours of the night, it had not yet closed. Ducking underneath the awning of the store, you shook off any remnants of water on your umbrella before closing it, pulling the door open with a jingle of a bell. 

Warm lighting flooded your vision, the atmosphere much warmer compared to the outside. Scanning the interior, your eyes landed on a small old lady who was sitting at the register. 

“Welcome! This is the Honkai Star Rail Pet Store, is there something you are looking for?” She croaked, eyes wrinkling as she gave you a friendly smile. You gave her one of your own, setting your umbrella near the entrance.

“Um, just a companion, nothing in particular.” You walked down the aisle towards her, the lady meeting you halfway. 

“Ah, we have lots of those! Follow me, young one.” She gestured to you to follow her, leading you to the back. “Here we are!”

Your eyes sparkled at all the cute critters that were in their own little area, animals ranging from fish to birds. This would be harder than you thought… The lady continued to lead you through the aisle, gesturing to each critter with a soft expression. 

“Here are our mourning doves, we have a pair of siblings named Sunday and Robin. They are quite friendly and love singing their songs.” 

“Some of the other birds we have are lovebirds, budgies, and cockatiels. Their names are labeled next to their enclosure.” Walking past some of the birds she mentioned, you saw names like ‘Black Swan’ and ‘Sushang’. Interesting names, you noted, walking closely behind her.

“We also have ferrets! Sparkle is quite the playful one, always popping in from seemingly nowhere.”

“Of course, we have cats and dogs as well. All varying breeds.” Looking at all the different kinds of cats and dogs filled you with excitement, they were all so cute and had their individual personalities! Turning towards the old lady in front of you, you gave her a lopsided grin.

“I..might need some time. They’re all so wonderful and I can’t make up my mind on who to choose.” You looked down the aisle of critters, gauging just how much time you would need to come to a decision. The old lady laughed, patting your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, young one, take all the time you need. I’ll be at the register if you need me.” Walking past you to return to her spot at the counter, you turned to walk down the aisle again, reading all the name tags and info as you went. Looks like you will be here for a while…

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[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

Hello!! ⍢ I’m new to Tumblr so I hope this is a sufficient first post… I love Leatherface!!

❀ ; Male reader, FtM, AMAB friendly! (He/Him) Reader is implied to be taller, possibly buffer/broader as well. He leans more towards traditionally masculine. He’s a smooth talker with a bit of Southern charm to fit the setting a little.

❀ ; Bubba Sawyer AMAB (She/He/They) Bubba may be bit out of character, I added in some of my own personal headcanons and such! A mix of their paranoid personality in the 1st movie as well as their affectionate side shown in the 2nd. Hope you like! ◡̈

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

She succumbs so easily to a bit of flirting, as we can see from the 2nd movie. A bit of sweet talk with a sprinkle of pet names and suddenly she’s a big, squealing mess.

The whole Sawyer family is wildly eccentric, so you don’t have too much to worry about in regards to their acceptance. Sure, you’d most likely be a popular joke in the household but it’s nothing worse than what they give each other. Given the time of the film, the most you’d have to worry about would be the public’s opinion about you and your dangerous lover; but let’s just assume that they don’t get the chance to know about y’all.

On a similar note, your sex and gender don’t matter to Bubba all that much. He clearly has unique ways of expressing himself, and he knows it (because of all the teasing his brothers do). He wouldn’t find his feelings for a man to be weird or anything of the sort; though he’d still probably be surprised at the fact. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, Bubba is the furthest thing from judgmental.

The surprise would just be because they’ve always been more into femininity. Both in the way the dress themselves, to the people they’re attracted to— Bubba’s just always loved to indulge in more womanly things. But that doesn’t eliminate you from having a chance, not at all!

The second you sweet talk him with your smooth voice, he’s on the damn floor.

Bubba didn’t have to fortune of receiving affection while she grew up. She’s most likely been isolated from regular society her whole life, and we know damn well the Sawyer’s aren’t known for their loving nature. Take your hands and just gently graze her face a little, or tell her how sweet she is and how much you love her, she’s all yours.

Even just some basic manners will get you a long way with Bubba. They yearn for some sort of human interaction that isn’t clouded with blood and the hum of a chainsaw, don’t blame them! A ‘Thank you’ will keep them giddy for weeks on end.

Trying to shift to a more realistic perspective, though, you’d have to be one sweet son of a bitch to get the Sawyer’s to spare you.

We saw how Bubba eventually folded under the pressures of his families demands when it came to Stretch, even though he liked her quite a bit. If you even want to get close to the point of Bubba stepping in to protect you, you are gonna have to be the smoothest and most charming man he’s ever met (which isn’t very hard, but still). No trying to fight or escape like Stretch, though you’d probably meet Bubba on different circumstances anyways.

⁂ Scenario

‘Oh, god damn!’ Was the only thought that seemed to run through your head at the moment. Wrist pressed against your forehead and sweat dripping down your lips, an exasperated sigh fell from your dry mouth. It was moments like these that made you regret fixin’ up such an old girl to be your car; she could be a bit unreliable.

It’s not like it was the car’s fault, no, you should’ve known you were runnin’ out of fuel just from how long you’d been driving. But, damn, you really needed to fix up that faulty fuel gauge. Always having to be on edge when you traveled, since you didn’t know when your gas was going to run out. Shit, what was even wrong with it?

The sun was burning your skin, and you needed some sort of help. It was only you out here.

After wandering around the unfamiliar area for a long few minutes, a sense of relief completely washed over you when a large farmhouse came into view. The estate was beautiful, and you could only hope somebody in it would be willing to help you out. After walking through the long dirt driveway, you gently stepped onto the porch of the home. The old floorboards creaked under your weight, the peeling paint bringing a slight surprise to your face. The home sure looked occupied, though not very taken care of. You gently knocked against the white frame of the screen door.

“Hello? ‘S anyone home?” You tried to call through. If you looked closely enough, you could see into the interior of the home. For some odd reason, these people didn’t close their front door. That either meant that they were home, or they were just plain careless.

You called out once more, speaking to the walls of the home in hopes you’d elicit a response. “Hey, partner, I’m in a real bad place right now. I-If I could just get some help here, it would be much appreciated,” a chuckle carried through your speech, though you were only met with radio silence from the home. “My car’s broke down and, by god, it’s hot as hell today. If I could just get a glass of water, I’ll be in your debts forever,” you held your tongue after you spoke, desperate for any sign of life within the home. You were practically dyin’ out here!

You were about to make your ways away from the property when you heard some booming thuds from within the building. You leaned into the screen door, squinting as you tried to decipher the darkness of the place. You couldn’t make out much, though you were almost certain you could see a figure cautiously trying to make it down the stairs— almost like they didn’t want you to see them. The person looked— and sounded— huge, though. With the amount of area they were taking in the staircase, alongside their heavy and creaking steps— this person had to be big. Without a doubt. Even if you could only make out a silhouette.

Upon noticing the mystery person, a smile stretched across your handsome features and you began to wave at them through the screen. “Hey, partner! Am I glad to see you!” You exclaimed to them, though the figure stayed unmoving. You realized that you probably came off a little strong, so you attempted to backtrack in the case that they had just noticed you. You spoke again, this time much softer and sweeter, “My car broke down not to far from here. Real sorry about showin’ up on your property like this but I could really use some help. Anythin’ would be much appreciated,” You managed to coo through the screen, an inviting smile on your lips.

The figure seemed to be trying to process the situation, not moving towards or away from you, though you could see their head dart around frantically. Not a good sign. You attempted to calm them from afar, they were your only hope at salvation at the moment. “Hey, hey, hey, now… Don’t worry, I ain’t here for trouble, darlin’. I promise,” as the words left your throat, so soothing and calm, the figure laid their gaze directly onto you. You could feel it. “You don’t have’ta help me, sweetheart. I can leave you be right now— but I ain’t a threat.” To speak to soft and so loving was something of second nature to you, but it was currently, unknowingly, saving your ass right now. “I’d just really appreciate a hand, if you’d be willing to give,” your desperation was painfully obvious. That seemed to be the breaking point for the person— in a good sense.

They slowly made their way down the stairs, the wood moaning under their weight as they stepped. Once they came closer, you were able to slowly make out their features. Their clothes looked dirty and old, though mostly concealed by a bright yellow apron— and they were fucking huge. Tall and big, extremely fucking huge. Though you two battled heights pretty evenly, you’d still have to say you were pleasantly surprised about their stature. You’d never really met someone who stood head to head with you like this. However, it took everything within yourself not to cringe at the mask they sported. It looked so— so grotesquely real. Like nothing you’d ever seen, not even at a Halloween store.

Even though it was grossly off-putting, you made the decision to not point it out. Didn’t want to scare off your only help at the moment. One of their large hands timidly laid against the frame of the screen door and pushed it open. They softly squealed in a pig-like manner.

Once the door pushed open, you got a good look at this person in all their glory. They looked just as grimy and dirty as they were when they were shielded by the screen, though now you could make out more finite details— like their crooked teeth and hairy arms. They refused to make eye contact, their body tense and frightened. They definitely raised a few red flags in your mind, and you couldn’t say they were truly all that attractive— but you still found them cute, for some odd reason. You smiled at their compliance, despite it all. “Hey, darlin’, thank you for openin’ up for me,” the words smoothly fell from your lips, causing their gaze to bore into you. They made some sort of mumbling sound, unintelligible to you. They seemed so utterly confused.

You gave them a signature smile, sensing their discomfort, and doing your best to alleviate it. You could tell at this point that they probably weren’t used to interacting with people, given the way they had been so reclusive. In attempts to get them to open up, you spoke softer, kinder, even more charming than usual. “There any way you can help me, partner?” You were burning at this point, skin glistening with sweat and your clothes glued to the moisture on your body. They seemed to try and subtly eye you, though they were extremely obvious— even moreso as they embarrassedly looked away from you. You chuckled.

They shifted on their feet, acting shy despite how intimidating they were as a person. After a moment of thought, they nodded a bit. When they looked at you again, you could make out a hint of a shy smile on their face. They stepped aside, willingly giving you a pathway into their mysterious home. You stared into their eyes, giving them a handsome, toothy, smile. “Thanks, darlin’,” You hummed to the large and timid person. They squealed a bit, joy taking over their face as you stepped foot into their odd home.

[lonelywhalien22]

constant

pairing: sangyeon x reader

rating/genre: fluff + comfort <3

summary: after a long week of work, you and sangyeon barely have anything left in you to give, but what you do have you give to each other. selflessly.

warnings: none, just people choosing to love each other even when they’re exhausted <3

word count: 2.2k

song(s) to listen to while reading: good for you by eric nam, constant by jesse barrera ft. jeremy passion <3

note: back at it again with another comfort fic that i polished up from my old drafts. probably tmi but a while back i was listening to an episode of a podcast that was all about long-term partnership and this one idea of each partner rating their current level of capacity in a given moment was just fascinating to me. and then i wrote this wishing i had someone in my life like that. if that barely makes sense just read and you’ll get what im describing hopefully hehe. i'm in love with this type of relationship so i hope you enjoy <3

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Sangyeon stepped through the door of your shared apartment that Friday evening to find that you were sitting comfortably in the living room with the television on, the sun having already set and the noise of commuters driving home having finally died down outside. It was quiet and peaceful, and his shoulders instantly relaxed as he finally shook off some of his work worries and thought ahead to the weekend - to finally getting to wind down with you and sleep in for the first time in too long.

“Hey babe,” you heard him say softly as you finally turned to look at him from your spot on the couch. You could see the tiredness radiating from his body, a large hand raking through his hair to push it out of his face as he gave you a little smile before hanging his jacket on one of the hooks you’d put up by the door.

You wished you could smile back but you’d had a rough day yourself - tired from work and getting stuck in traffic as you’d worried about a million little things on the way home.

He groaned as he noticed your expression, finally making his way over to you as he rubbed a hand over the back of your hair softly and gave you a peck on the forehead before plopping down on the couch. You couldn’t help but soften your expression when you felt his calming touches. That was Sangyeon – he was nothing if not instantly calming.

“Tell me where you’re at right now,” he asked of you softly, voice low as if he didn’t want to disturb your quiet. You turned to look at him, your eyes completely drained, and you could see the instant concern that radiated from him as you responded, even through his own tired eyes.

“I’m at like a 3 right now.”

Sometime after the two of you started dating you came up with a system to rate your emotional capacity at any given moment on a scale of 1 to 10. It seemed weird but it was really just a way for you both to quickly gauge how the other was feeling and know whether one of you was able to carry more of the load on any given day. The higher the number, the higher your capacity.

“I’m at a 4,” Sangyeon said immediately, and you gave him a pout.

It seemed like recently whenever you both happened to have bad days he always tried to be just a little higher than you so he could be the one to take care of things – take care of you. He didn’t like for you to worry about him even though you knew he needed to be taken care of too sometimes, just like anyone else. You made a mental note that from now on, you’d say your numbers at the same time.

“Sangyeon. Be honest with me.”

“I’ve had worse days,” he brushed your concerns away, easing around the subject.

You noticed how he didn’t try to insist he was telling you the truth about how he was feeling. Sangyeon always took his words seriously, treating them with a carefulness that almost rivaled how he treated you. He never was one to outright lie, and so after one too many times of buried feelings in the past, you’d learned how to read between the lines of his words. Sure, he may have had worse days, but that didn’t mean today wasn’t a particularly bad one.

You rubbed his arm a few times before shifting closer to him on the couch and resting your head against his chest. He wrapped an arm across your waist and pulled you in even closer, giving you another kiss in your hair as the two of you held each other. His movements comforted you, but you also knew that this was what he did to comfort himself after a long day. Doting on you was how he released his frustration sometimes.

He smelled like the laundry you two did together last weekend mixed with the day’s efforts and a hint of something that you could only describe as uniquely him, and if you were being honest you probably could have fallen asleep right there in his arms. But instead you kept rubbing your hand against his back in that way you knew he liked, hoping he’d relax some more and finally let go of whatever it was he’d been carrying all day like you wanted him to.

Eventually he released a deep sigh at your ministrations, and you felt his muscles relax underneath your palm. You hid the tiny smile that appeared on your lips, burying your head closer into his chest as he finally spoke up.

“Work was just a lot. Has been all week, but especially today.”

You hummed at his words gently.

“Did rehearsal go into overtime again?” And in response you felt him nod against your skin, the crook of his head now pressed into your neck.

“There was this one part we just really struggled to get in sync. And I kept worrying that I was messing up everyone else.” Sangyeon sighed again and you tried to hold onto him even tighter at those words. You knew how much he hated feeling like he wasn’t being a good leader to his group. How much he tended to carry that weight on his shoulders without a single complaint.

“I’m sorry babe. I can tell you’ve had a long day. You must be tired.”

“I’m sure you’re just as tired as me,” he said then, refusing to let you dismiss your own worries in your attempts to comfort him. Your mind drifted back to all the stuff you’d dealt with today.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he mumbled into your neck, breaking you out of your train of thought as he kissed the spot gently. You couldn’t help but smile a little at that despite your stress, combing your fingers through the strands at the back of his head as you thought about it for moment before finally responding.

“Not yet,” you answered. “What I really need right now is you. Holding me. Just like this. I missed you so much today.”

Sangyeon didn’t stress it, simply giving you what you asked for. After years of being together, he knew this was just how you were – you kept the complexities of your mind to yourself until you could really articulate what it was you wanted to say. And he was always there when you were finally ready to lay it all on him, even at the most random of times. He was always waiting for you with open arms, and you loved him for that.

“I missed you too. Did you eat?”

He separated himself from your hold just enough to look at you directly then, and you pursed your lips guiltily.

“No…but I did pick up some takeout.”

You had a bad habit of waiting to eat dinner until Sangyeon got home so the two of you could eat together - especially on Fridays, when he had the highest chances of getting back at a decent hour. That meant that sometimes you went without food for longer than was acceptable to him. Not to mention you’d toss and turn all night from the lack of digestion before bed. When you couldn’t sleep he couldn’t either, no matter how tired he was.

You looked up at him sheepishly then and you could tell he was about to scold you, but before he could, the two of you heard the loud rumble of his stomach.

“Uh…” Sangyeon started with his own guilty look.

You giggled, a smirk forming on your lips. The blush on his face was unmistakable as he averted his eyes from yours, rubbing the back of his reddening neck.

“Let’s eat,” you said, taking charge then.

You got up before he could hold you back with those tempting hands of his and began filling up two plates, grabbing water for the both of you as well and making your way back to the couch. He looked at you gratefully as he took a plate from your hands, eager to dig in. The two of you ate in silence, you spooning yourself up servings of kimchi fried rice while Sangyeon dove into a container of noodles and some egg rolls, his favorite from this spot a few blocks away from your place. He finished his food first, like he always did, sipping on his water as he stared over at you reverently.

“What?” You asked as you swallowed another mouthful of rice, a rare moment of self-consciousness bubbling up inside of you.

“I just like seeing you eat well. That’s all.”

He leaned in then and gave you a peck on your lips. It tasted faintly sweet like the sauce from his egg rolls and even though you knew he was trying to be quick you still got lost in it like you did every time he kissed you, closing your eyes for a moment before he pulled away.

“Uh uh, finish eating first and then let’s get ready for bed,” he chided, and you rolled your eyes, trying to finish the rest of your food as quickly as possible.

You’d already showered so once you were done eating you worked on brushing your teeth and cleaning your face as Sangyeon hopped into the shower. The two of you were so used to sharing space by now that you didn’t even blink twice as he took his shirt off before he even reached the bathroom. He finished undressing and slipped into the stream of warm water while you focused on yourself in the mirror, proud that you only peaked at his silhouette through the shower curtains once while he was cleaning up.

You were in bed laying under the sheets with a book in your hands when he finally got out of the bathroom, a look of pure bliss on his face as he put his towel away and made his way over to your shared bed. You could tell that, just as usual, he was feeling much better after a good shower.

He rolled under the sheets before leaning over towards you, his head craning towards your neck as he gave you another kiss there, this one slightly longer. You could feel the softness of his lips and smell the lavender scent of his shampoo, even noticing how smooth and soft the little bits of his skin that touched yours were from the lotion you always urged him to use.

You closed your book immediately and set it on the nightstand because you knew you wouldn’t be able to read a single word with him right beside you like this. Sangyeon shuffled even closer to you then, your shoulders touching as he raised his head to be at eye level again. His large hand landed on your thigh, the rough calluses of his palm contrasting with how gently he touched you and making goosebumps rise on your skin. You knew he was only touching you in a comfort sort of way but somehow it still made butterflies appear in your stomach - just like the first time the two of you ever laid together.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you looked over at him, not wanting to disrupt such a precious moment.

“For what?” he asked, a genuine curiosity lighting up his face.

You just tilted your head and shook it serenely, a tiny sigh leaving your lips.

“For taking care of me. Even when you’re exhausted.”

‘’Of course. I should be thanking you too, you know. I love you.”

He always said those three words so easily, like he was just breathing in air or blinking. They came out on instinct because at this point it was just a fact - he’d known for a while now that you were forever a part of him, simple as that.

You didn’t respond with words, instead leaning in with hooded eyes and cupping the side of his face with your hand. You kissed him softly, trying to tell him how you were feeling with your lips. Words had never come that easily to you.

He tilted his head and intensified the kiss, nipping at your lips a few times but keeping the pace slow and his kisses deep. You could feel his hair pressed against your forehead from how close he was and after a while it just felt like you were melting into each other somehow.

When you finally parted, he finished with another quick peck before quickly turning out the lamp on his side and pulling you into his arms, the two of you making yourselves comfortable as you laid down in bed.

“Come here,” Sangyeon mumbled in playful stubbornness, pulling you impossibly closer as you giggled.

Your head laid on his chest with an arm draped across his waist while his arm was securely wrapped around yours. The pairs of your legs tangled together seamlessly under the sheets as he laid on his back and you on your side, nestled into him.

As your eyes finally drifted closed, a whisper of “I love you too,” slipped from between your lips while your fingers rubbed back and forth across his wide chest, luring you to sleep.

“I know baby. I know.”

[doodle-pops]

Celebrimbor NSFW Alphabet

Request: Could I request a Celebrimbor NSFW alphabet? - @lightningcapacitor

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Celebrimbor is on high alert when it comes to your body and emotions after sex. Gauging every change in your facial expression, if you whined or felt the need to cry; he wants to be able to notice these signs to either prevent or prepare to help you deal with them. A quiet person who also wishes to bask in the post-orgasmic state that your intimacy provided. Usually, you both lie beside each other or you rest your head on his chest with your limbs hallway across and him massaging the knots. Not much conversation is performed after such a vigorous activity using up your breaths and voice. An occasional chuckle will be heard here and there, but mostly, he just wishes to lie with you in paradise. Should you wish to clean up immediately, he’ll accompany you, but first, allow him to enjoy the bliss.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms would be his favoured body part given his latest observation when it comes to you staring and loving to cling to them. Whether it be sleeping on his arms or having them wrap around you as you both indulge in cuddling, Celebrimbor has become aware of the effects they have on you. However, his favourite is when you would grip them for dear life, leaving behind crescent moon markings, as he pleasures you. Your hands and mouth are always on them, biting or clawing due to the pleasure being just right.  He can’t help but blush at the sight of his arms being littered with dozens of marks the next day which leads him to cover up in the forges.

On you, he loves your eyes and how expressive they can be. Something so simple as appearing before you or saying ‘I love you’ leaves a twinkle in them that Celebrimbor can’t help but gain butterflies from. Eyes are the windows to the soul and yours are the most expression which gives him the advantage of knowing your level of pleasure as he fills you up just right. The little eye rolls or crossing as he enters every time gets his head spinning. Just knowing how consumed you are by him is enough pleasure your Celebrimbor.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh boy, breeding kink is there for him but he runs from it as though it’s a nightmare given the reputation his family left behind and the stigma. Furthermore, after having a rough life with his father, he doesn’t believe he’s the suitable material to be one, hence, his pull-out game is strong. Don’t get it wrong, he enjoys releasing inside you and basking in the warmth you provide, but not often. He opts for releasing on your lower stomach or your mouth if you are sucking him off, but he never did like the idea of doing the latter at first. He found it degrading, but later enjoyed the artwork of his cum on you. When he does cum on your lower stomach, to him, it’s easier to clean up and the sight is spectacular.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a submissive side to him and would combust if someone were to learn given the typical macho personality that the males of the house of Fёanor portray. Sometimes, he wishes to lay back and have someone take care of him, being their submissive and obeying their commands readily—he’s an obedient sub. This side of him plays out in his life in Middle Earth and reborn in Valinor. When in Middle Earth, the urge to be submissive is caused by the stress of being a Lord, but in Valinor, it’d performed under the notion of needing to be cared for and loved given his encounter with a certain individual. Celebrimbor just needs to know that there is someone capable of making him feel safe.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Celebrimbor is very skittish; he may have read books and received advice from his trusted friends or Lords, but he’s still skittish. The most intimate sign of affection you both would have performed was kissing with a little more aggressiveness due to stress and that was all. The idea of lying naked in a bed with you and being so physically vulnerable makes him nervous. He’s spent all his life in the forges and fighting war, no one had ever sat him down and given him a life talk about him one day finding a spouse or partner and having to bond with them. The lucky thing is that he’s a blacksmith, and like all blacksmiths,, they are observant and careful with fragile and beautiful creations. Celebrimbor is a quick learner so within a few sessions between you both, he would appear more confident that the last.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

As a big boy (that cuffing song is in my head) who spent years at war and in the forges, he’s muscular and huge. He has the strength to hold you in his arms with ease and lift you up and down his length. It’s impressive and quite attractive to observe how dedicated he is as he’s lifting your petite body along his length and being enthralled by the sheer size difference between you both. It is also safer to say that he does prefer you on top to ensure that he doesn’t crush you under his weight.

So that also means, he enjoys seeing you riding him. Just watching you with hazy eyes as you struggle to fit all of him is such a turn-on for Celebrimbor. Your much smaller body, sitting atop his and riding him to your delight. It’s a position used for him to also enjoy the feeling of being a submissive secretly since he normally lets you do your stuff when he asks you to ride. The position is perfect for him to also have access to many body parts of yours, from your breast to gripping your hips and thighs to lift you up and down when you’re struggling or getting a perfect view of the outline of his cock in your lower abdomen.

Having you under him is also an option when he feels his size kink bubbling from observing your petite figure all day or week. If not, whenever Tyelpё is feeling sentimental and wishes for a soft session, he’ll have you under him and careful not to use too much force to break or injure you. His body quickly covers yours as he gives you his body and soul and all the passion he has to offer. The position also allows him to easily manipulate your legs should he feel for it; simply resting them in the crook of his elbows.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ah, yes and no. In the beginning, Tyelpё would not appreciate you laughing given it’s his first time and he’s still learning the ropes around your body and intimacy. He is focused and severe and would enjoy it if you refrained from laughing during the moment, it’s alright if you joke about it after but don’t let it be about his skills or mistake, he takes it to heart. As the years roll on after many intimate moments, Tyelpё is more open to sharing good laughter with you should your head bump against one another or he grazes near your tickle spots.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hate to break it to you all, but this big baby has zero strands or specs of hair. Not even a happy trail ☹

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As mentioned, his favourite body part of yours is your eyes and they are the windows to your soul, thus, he wants to have eye contact the majority of the time. He needs to be aware of your emotions during the moment to determine whether or not you’re in pain or pleasure. The idea of seeing how glossy and distant they become when the pleasure becomes too much helps to get him off faster. If you didn’t catch on, he’s a pleaser and gets off pleasing. Things like gentle touches, kissing and eye contact are essential to him and please, moan like your life depended on it, it’s music to his ears.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He heard about it and knew how to conduct the activity, but due to being so focused on his messed up life and attempting to get things in order, this baby had no time for that. Even when you came into the picture, he never felt the need to express his interest in you in that manner; to him, it was as though he was degrading you to nothing but an object. Celebrimbor is the type to wait until you are both intimately engaged before stepping out of his boundaries to experiment, and when he does, it’s simple. Mainly occurs when he’s stressed and you’re busy or tired or he doesn’t wish to bother you, he’d sit in his bathtub and quietly get himself off to memories of your times together. It’s not all the time he does this though since you’re able to determine when he’s stressed and sort the issue out, so he doesn’t deprive himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not an over-kinky baby but does have some nice kinks, nonetheless. First of all, his size kink after years of being the forges and fighting war. Tyelpё has indeed gained tons of muscles which adds to his massive form and gives him a giant-like appearance. Anyone who stands beside him would appear tiny, that includes you, his most precious gem. He loves how little you are compared to him, which prompts you both to take your time when. You would always make comments about he’s always so big and that you’re amazed he could still fit despite the tightness. Those words always get his head spinning especially when he witnesses it also.

In addition to the size kink, he enjoys the stomach bulging—just seeing the size differences between you both and how visible it is. A hand is always pressing down on your stomach as he comments about how much he has consumed you or how much he fills you up. This is why he either lets you ride him or remain under him, it’s easy for his massive hand to easily splay over your abdomen and lightly press—he sometimes intertwines your hands together and lay it over the bulge.

Now, he is a Fёanorian and it’s in his DNA as much as he attempts to shy from it, but it comes naturally and that’s breeding. When he does decide to cum within you, he enjoys turning the session into a breeding session, just releasing everything and watching how consumed you become. The sight of you filled with his release and dripping with the ring of cream at the base of his length is a feral turn-on for the Fёanorian. Tyelpё had never believed that he would enjoy a kink like this one, primarily as it derived from his family. It only happens once in a blue moon though.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Behind closed doors like your bedroom, his study and if you’re lucky, his forge since it’s private and away from the others. However, overall this hunky baby prefers the bedroom since his mind is adjusted to it being a place of absolute privacy and comfort. Most, if not all your activities will be conducted behind closed doors where he can hear all your moans and cries of his name.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is an extremely sentimental person who uses sex as a way of physically expressing himself when his words fail him or fall short. When he looks at you and captures a sense of love and adoration or realises how lucky he is for having you in his life, he gets the urge to show it. Soft kisses and tiny words of praise with gentle tugs to your arms to lead you back to your private chamber. If he’s stressed, Tyelpё is hesitant to approach you for help relieving himself. It’s instead you realising that and approaching him—either way, he’s grateful.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

In any lifetime he lives in, no degradation, humiliation, threesome, heavy DBSM or blood. He’s suffered and experienced both directly and indirectly, and all he needs is someone to give him lots of love and affection through quiet and tender moments. If you have to introduce a new play to the bedroom, he prefers you discuss it with him beforehand.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A giver and pleaser who shies away from receiving (look, just push him and love him) unless you beg or push him down onto the bed and do what you must. Tyelpё doesn’t mind spending hours between your leg so long as you are pleasured and pleased. Moan his name, tug his hair, scream his name and show him all the signs that he’s doing an excellent job, that’s all that matters to him. Because he’s such a muscular baby, wrapping your thighs around his head is also welcomed and suffocation doesn’t bother him, he’s strong enough to unwrap your legs if needed. Whether you want him on his knees or you sitting on his face, Tyelpё is down for it.

As for receiving, you need to push him down and clamber atop him, making it clear that your desire is to please him. Hesitant and shy about the ordeal at first because he couldn’t believe you were about to pleasure him in such a manner. He is reticent and reluctant with his moans and groans; the most you’ll get out of him is a few breathless sighs and your name being said in a dreamy voice. His hands would be fumbling around, unsure if to have them in your hair or not, you’re going to have guided his hands for him. Although oral on his behalf doesn’t play out in every session or most, it has become a great way of relieving his stress.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both, and it all depends on his mood at the given moment. If Tyelpё is stressed and frustrated, you can expect the session to become more fast-paced and rougher than usual. He still has a clear mind when he’s giving it to you roughly, not wanting to hurt you. But the session becomes slow and sensual when he’s feeling soft and down in his emotions. Lots of eye contact and kissing, whispering of praises and pressing your body close to one another. He’s down for the entire romantic package.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It’s a fifty-fifty feeling with him on the idea of quickies because it prevents him from being able to perform as fully as he wishes. All the foreplay and sweet, sentimental words of adoration are cut short during quickies and everything is rushed. To him, it lacks the emotional depth that is typically built between you both during a regular session. However, at the end of the day, he turns to them when the temperature rises and the flame needs to be put out before he combusts.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

When he’s reborn, he’ll take the slight risk of allowing you to tie him up or blindfold him, but only for romantic sessions to help alleviate the mood and nothing else. He doesn’t need you to add any other form of aggression to the sensory deprivation that’s occurring with him. As for Middle Earth, he’ll excuse the quickies in the forges as the most significant risk he’s willing to stretch with. Knowing that the both of you can possibly get caught, despite it being his private forges, it inveigles him to become rougher.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

In one night, Tyelpё could have two to three rounds with you lasting twenty to half an hour minutes each. Sometimes, your round can stretch on even longer if he wishes to try a new act. Truth be told, the round depends on him and his ability to control his release (decent). With him, no round goes unfinished with you experiencing at least two orgasms. He puts his blood, sweat and tears into ensuring your pleasure comes first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Quicker uses toys on you and would indulge in making a few pieces to shyly surprise you with. May it be a spread-bar or a new pair of handcuffs—it would take him a while to warm up to the idea of making a dildo for you since he was available. Your drive would have to be higher than his for the idea of making a dildo to come about so you won’t have to pester him for sex constantly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tyelpё would admit, he enjoys teasing you and watching you squirm or hearing you beg. The whiney cries and whimpers of his name with the little glossy look in your eyes make him feel wanted and appreciated. To recognise that his lover wanted him to make them feel better is an act of pride. Not someone for public teasing and would do so only behind closed doors, especially when he was in the mood. A few kisses up your arms and neck, a nibble to your earlobe and his hot breath ghosting your kiss while he whispers about wanting you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More breathless sighs and whispers of your name with a few groans here and there, but he’s pretty quiet with his noise level and rather you make all the noise. You could be riding him till thy kingdom come and he’ll crack a tiny moan or groan ad that’s all. Even when you’re down on him, Tyelpё would simply whisper a few breathless sighs and release. Doesn’t shout or yell when releasing either, just buries his face in the crook of your neck and grunts followed by a sigh.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not a fan of taking you when clothed, but the exception would be when you’re decked out in all his jewellery and finest wear, from head to toe, covered in diamonds and pearls, rubies and emeralds and other gems dressed in silk and satin or lace. It gets him turned on and the urge to drag you off and have you all to himself becomes him. You can say a lot more feral and would take you before a mirror to have you observe how beautiful you appear before him (try reversing the situation with him and have him before the mirror).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boys have big packages and Celebrimbor is not for the faint-hearted folks. A perfect baby with lovely proportions from girth to length and yes, he’s above average. He has lots of veins to match the girth he has which gives his length a very textured image. He’s a shower, so from the moment he’s hard or not even hard, you can see the imprint visibly. Straight with zero degrees of curvature but can still hit that spot right off the bat with light difficulty.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Now, he loves the intimacy that sex brings between you both but doesn’t see the need to be lustful and greedy with the number of rounds you would engage in one night or week. As a newlywed, his stamina was much higher since discovering your body was important to him. However, as the years passed, his desire to go for long periods diminished. From sleeping with you once a week to three times a month or so, it changed to once every few months. Then, when his project came up, it plummeted.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’re going to be fast asleep and in wonderland while his brain is racing with thoughts about you and his upcoming projects. It is highly rare that after a session, Tyelpё gets the urge to fall asleep next to you and when he does, it takes a lengthy period of time. You would be lying beside him or atop him and he’s just staring at how perfect you are for him before dozing off.

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Tides of Fate

In a world where powerful creatures known as sirens come to the shores of Paradis, the scouts are thrust into an unexpected alliance—one that is sealed through an ancient and seductive bonding ritual. Each siren has chosen a mate, and through their connection, the scouts are granted extraordinary powers.

As the bonds grow Mikasa’s jealousy threatens to unravel her. But the real danger lies not just in broken hearts, but in the lurking threat of Marley and those who seek to capture the sirens for their gain.

Power, desire, and duty collide, forcing the Scouts to navigate new emotions and alliances in ways they never imagined. Through danger, love, and sacrifice, the tides of fate will decide if their world will rise or fall. (Eren, Levi, Floch, Jean, Armin, Connie, Bertholdt, Reiner x OCs)

Chapter Two - The Siren’s Call

The air was heavy with the scent of saltwater and tension as Onyakapon and Yelena continued to explain the strange and mysterious world of sirens. The scouts stood in a loose circle, all eyes focused on the two outsiders who seemed to know more about this than anyone could have guessed. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore was the only thing that interrupted the stillness between their words.

Onyakapon adjusted his stance, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked from Eren to the rest of the scouts. His expression was serious, almost somber. “That siren you saw… she didn’t just start watching Eren today. She’s been observing him for weeks now, probably longer. It’s just that today, she decided to reveal a part of herself. Let him know she’s watching, that she’s interested.”

“Watching him for weeks?” Jean asked, his brow furrowing in disbelief. “How’s that even possible? We’ve been training here for a while and none of us noticed anything.”

Onyakapon nodded slowly. “That’s because sirens are patient. They can stay underwater for long periods of time without needing to surface, and they know how to blend in with the environment. If they don’t want to be seen, you won’t see them.”

“Great,” Connie muttered. “So we’ve been spied on by some underwater stalker.”

Levi shot Connie a sharp look, silencing him. He then turned his attention back to Onyakapon, his eyes narrowing in thought. “So she’s been watching Eren. Why reveal herself now?”

Yelena answered this time, her voice smooth and calm. “She’s testing him, trying to gauge his reaction. It’s not unusual for a siren to do this before making contact. They are… selective in choosing mates. She wanted to make sure he’s worthy of her attention, but also to let him know she’s there.”

Mikasa’s jaw clenched at Yelena’s words, her frustration clear as she crossed her arms tighter across her chest. She couldn’t believe they were seriously talking about Eren being watched by some sea creature. Worse, they were discussing it like it was normal. The tension in her muscles was unbearable as she fought the urge to speak again, but she knew she had to let them finish explaining.

“Sirens in their human form are… easy to spot,” Yelena continued, her sharp eyes scanning the group. “They have unnatural beauty—hair and eye colors that stand out, colors that humans don’t have. Their appearance is almost otherworldly. And while they can take on human shapes, their allure is unmistakable. Their beauty is… unsettling.”

Sasha, always the curious one, raised a hand slightly. “Unnatural beauty? Like, what? Bright red hair or something?”

“Or lavender,” Yelena added with a faint smile. “Or gold. Teal, orange. Their beauty doesn’t fit with the normal human appearance. It’s more than just their looks, though. They carry an aura with them, something that draws people in. It’s part of their power. All sirens are seductive by nature, though their personalities differ greatly. Some are sweet, others fiery. But in the end, they’re all designed to captivate, to pull in those they find worthy.”

Mikasa’s lips thinned into a hard line as she looked at Eren. His expression hadn’t changed—still cold, still unreadable—but the idea that some strange, alluring woman had been silently watching him for weeks, studying him like prey, made her blood boil.

“So… she’s been watching me,” Eren said, breaking the silence. His tone was flat, emotionless. “For weeks.”

Onyakapon gave a solemn nod. “Yes. It’s not uncommon for a siren to do that before revealing herself. They don’t rush into things. Sirens take their time when selecting a mate. They need to know the man they choose is strong, capable of protecting them, and more importantly, capable of handling the power they offer.”

Eren’s gaze drifted back toward the ocean, as if searching for a trace of the siren beneath the waves. He was calm, composed, but beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable intensity, as though the connection with the siren was already pulling at something deep within him.

“But it’s not just her,” Yelena said, her voice taking on a more ominous tone. “If one siren is here, watching Eren, it’s very likely there are more.”

The scouts all exchanged uneasy glances. Armin stepped forward slightly, his brow furrowed in thought. “What do you mean by ‘more’?”

Onyakapon took a deep breath before explaining. “Sirens travel in pods—groups of them, usually six or seven. It’s safer that way, especially with the threat of siren hunters. The pod provides protection, strength in numbers. But eventually, every siren leaves the pod when it’s time to find a mate. They split off, traveling alone or in pairs, searching for the strongest man to bond with.”

“So, you’re saying there’s a whole group of these things out there?” Reiner asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

“It’s possible,” Onyakapon replied. “In fact, it’s likely. If one siren has revealed herself to Eren, it could mean her pod is nearby. They may all be searching for mates in the same area.”

Jean let out a low groan, rubbing the back of his neck. “Great. So now we’ve got a whole group of seductive sea creatures stalking us. Fantastic.”

“They’re not stalking you,” Yelena corrected him, her voice cool and almost amused. “They’re watching, observing. It’s their nature. They want to understand you before they approach.”

Connie raised an eyebrow, his usual playful demeanor replaced with concern. “And if there are more of them? What are we supposed to do if an entire pod decides we’re all prime mate material?”

“You won’t need to worry unless you give them a reason to,” Onyakapon assured him. “Sirens are not hostile unless provoked. If they sense danger, if they believe their chosen mate is in trouble, they’ll defend themselves. But if you leave them be, they won’t harm you. They’re here for one reason—to bond.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed at Onyakapon. “And how exactly do we know they won’t become hostile? You’ve said yourself they’re vulnerable on land. Why wouldn’t they see us as a threat?”

“They won’t,” Yelena answered, her tone firm. “Not unless we make the first move. Sirens are cautious, but they’re not irrational. They understand the stakes. And when they find the right mate, they are fiercely loyal. It’s why they don’t rush into anything—they want to be certain.”

“Certain of what?” Sasha asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“That the man they choose will protect them for life,” Yelena said softly. “That he will understand the bond they are offering.”

Eren stood quietly, his mind turning over the information. His gaze remained fixed on the dark horizon, the pull of something ancient and unknown tugging at the edges of his thoughts. He knew the siren was still out there, watching, waiting. And if she had been watching him for weeks, observing him, it meant she saw something in him that he had yet to fully understand.

Mikasa’s frustration was palpable as she stepped closer to Eren, her voice lowered but filled with urgency. “Eren, this doesn’t make any sense. You don’t know her. You don’t know what she wants.”

“I know enough,” Eren said, his voice quiet but resolute.

“You’ve never even spoken to her!” Mikasa’s voice was rising again, her emotions spilling over. “You can’t just… go along with this! She’s not human. She’s not—”

“Mikasa,” Eren interrupted, his tone cold and distant. “I’ve made my choice.”

The finality in his voice silenced her. She looked at him, her heart heavy, as if she could feel him slipping further and further away, into a world she couldn’t follow.

The waves continued to crash against the shore, the sound of the ocean filling the silence between them. And somewhere beneath the surface the siren, the siren, waited. Her gaze still fixed on the man she had chosen.

The wind off the sea was beginning to pick up, carrying the salty scent of the ocean across the beach as the scouts continued to absorb what they were hearing. The weight of the revelations seemed to hang heavily in the air. Eren still stood at the edge of the group, his eyes occasionally flicking back to the water where the siren had been, but otherwise, he was silent, unreadable.

Onyakapon paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. The tension in the group was palpable—especially with Mikasa, whose frustration and confusion were practically radiating off her. But even she seemed to be waiting for more answers, no matter how much she might disagree with everything being said.

“Sirens only mate with human men,” Onyakapon said, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. “It’s part of their biology. They seek out the strongest, most capable men, because the bond between a siren and her mate is… sacred. It’s how their species continues.”

Hange, who had been relatively quiet up until now, suddenly burst to life, her hands flying into the air in frustration. “Only human men? Do you know how frustrating that is?!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and agitation. “We’re talking about an entirely new species—one that can transform, sing songs that can control minds, and apparently live underwater! And I can’t even experience that bond or get close for research because I’m—what, the wrong gender?”

Levi, standing next to her, let out a soft, exasperated sigh. “Of course that’s what you’d be concerned about.”

Yelena gave Hange a small smile, though there was no amusement in her eyes. “It’s not about being the ‘wrong gender.’ Sirens are only female. Their species doesn’t have male counterparts. They need human men to continue their lineage, and that’s how it’s been for centuries.”

“Right,” Hange muttered, crossing her arms and staring out at the sea as if she could summon a siren for an impromptu experiment. “Of course, they’d all be women. Just my luck.”

Onyakapon chuckled lightly but quickly returned to his explanation. “Because of this, all sirens are technically half human, half siren. They inherit human DNA from their fathers, which allows them to take on human forms when needed. But make no mistake—they are more siren than human. Their powers, their nature, their instincts… it all comes from the sea.”

Armin’s curiosity piqued as he leaned forward slightly. “So, their ability to switch between forms… that’s because of their human side?”

Onyakapon nodded. “Exactly. Without human fathers, they wouldn’t have the ability to take on human shapes. It’s a part of what makes them such powerful and adaptable beings. But their true strength—everything they are—it comes from the sea.”

Sasha tilted her head, still trying to process all the information. “And the males? If sirens are all female, what happens when they have sons?”

Yelena’s eyes gleamed slightly as she answered, her voice steady and measured. “Males born from sirens are always just human. They don’t inherit the powers of their mothers. However, it’s not uncommon for sons of sirens to have an affinity for the sea. They might be strong swimmers, comfortable in water, and occasionally inherit their mother’s striking hair or eye color. Some of them may even be more likely to seek out sirens themselves when it comes time to find a mate.”

“Just human?” Connie repeated, raising an eyebrow. “So they don’t get any special abilities?”

“No,” Onyakapon confirmed. “They live as normal humans. The power, the magic of the sirens, only passes through the daughters. The sons remain human, but they tend to be drawn to water in ways other men might not be.”

“And they could have, what, lavender hair?” Jean asked, half-joking but half-serious.

Yelena nodded. “It’s rare, but possible. They might inherit their mother’s unusual hair or eye color, traits that set them apart from other humans. But beyond that, they live their lives as any other human would.”

Hange, ever the researcher, couldn’t contain her fascination. “That’s incredible. So, the daughters inherit all the siren traits—powers, longevity, everything. But the sons just… live human lives? No special abilities, no connection to the siren world?”

“Correct,” Onyakapon said. “But the bond between a siren and her human mate is what keeps the balance. The human man protects the siren while she’s in her human form, vulnerable, and in return, she grants him strength, power, and loyalty beyond anything he’s ever known.”

Mikasa, who had been standing silently beside Eren, finally spoke again, her tone laced with frustration. “And what happens if the human man doesn’t want that bond? What if he doesn’t want to be ‘protected’ by some creature from the sea?”

Onyakapon’s gaze flicked toward her, his expression serious. “It’s rare for a man to reject a siren once the bond is offered. The connection they feel… it’s deep, primal. Most men can’t resist it, even if they don’t fully understand it at first.”

Eren remained silent, his eyes fixed on the horizon, still processing everything he had heard. The weight of the siren’s gaze from earlier hadn’t left him, and now, knowing that she had been watching him for weeks, the feeling was even heavier.

Mikasa’s frustration continued to simmer just below the surface, but she bit her tongue, her eyes still locked on Eren. She couldn’t believe he was seriously considering this, that he was even entertaining the idea of bonding with this creature—this siren. But as she stood there, helpless to change his mind, she could feel the distance between them growing.

Onyakapon shifted his stance again, his gaze sweeping across the group. “What’s happening here, with Eren… it’s part of a much larger story. Sirens have existed for as long as humanity has, hidden beneath the waves, choosing their mates carefully. They only reveal themselves when the time is right.”

“And you think the time is right now?” Armin asked, his tone thoughtful but cautious.

“Yes,” Onyakapon replied. “The fact that she’s shown herself to Eren means she believes he’s the one she’s been searching for. She wouldn’t have revealed herself if she didn’t think he was worthy.”

Mikasa’s fists clenched tighter at her sides, the words striking her like a physical blow. She couldn’t stand the idea that this creature saw something in Eren, something she couldn’t reach. It wasn’t just about the bond—it was about losing him to something she couldn’t fight.

Jean, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke up, his usual sarcasm replaced by genuine curiosity. “So, if there’s one siren watching Eren, and she’s got a whole pod out there… does that mean the rest of us should be worried about being picked too?”

Onyakapon smiled slightly, but there was a seriousness behind his words. “It’s possible. As I said before, sirens travel in pods for safety, especially when they’re being hunted. If one siren is watching Eren, there could be others nearby, watching the rest of you.”

Connie let out a low groan. “So, what? We’re all gonna get stalked by these siren women now?”

Yelena’s smile widened just a little. “Only if they find you worthy.”

Levi sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Great. As if Titans weren’t enough, now we’ve got seductive sea women to worry about.”

Hange’s eyes lit up again at the mention of more sirens. “Oh, I *really* hope there’s more. I need to meet one. Or better yet, study one.”

Levi shot her a sideways glance. “You’re not turning this into one of your experiments, Hange.”

“I wouldn’t hurt them!” Hange protested, though her tone was more eager than reassuring. “I just need to know more. There’s so much we don’t understand yet. If sirens have existed this long without us knowing, imagine what else is out there!”

Eren remained quiet, still staring out at the ocean, his mind racing with everything he had learned. He could feel the pull of the unknown, the strange connection that the siren had sparked inside him. And as the sea lapped against the shore, he knew that whatever was coming next, it would change everything.

…

The next morning was thick with tension. The sky was painted with soft hues of pink and orange as the sun began to rise over the horizon, casting a pale light across the beach. The ocean, calm and still, reflected the dawn like a mirror, as if holding its breath, waiting.

Mikasa had barely slept. Her mind raced with the events of the previous day—the appearance of the siren, the strange connection between her and Eren, and the chilling realization that there might be more of them lurking beneath the waves. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep in her chest. And now, she stood at the entrance of Eren’s tent, her heart pounding as she tried to gather her thoughts.

Eren was already awake, of course. He always seemed to be awake these days, staring off into the distance, lost in his own world. When Mikasa stepped inside, she found him sitting on the edge of his cot, his gaze fixed out toward the sea, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, her voice tight with worry. “We need to leave. We can’t stay here.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even look at her. His silence only fueled the growing panic inside her. She moved closer, her steps quick and deliberate, her frustration mounting with every second he refused to acknowledge her.

“Eren, listen to me,” Mikasa said, her tone more desperate now. “We need to get away from this place. That creature—she’s dangerous. You don’t know what she wants, what she’s capable of.”

Still, he didn’t respond, his gaze locked on the horizon, the calm sea reflecting in his eyes. It was as though he wasn’t even present, as though something far away had taken hold of him and he was already slipping out of her grasp.

Mikasa knelt in front of him, forcing him to look at her. “Eren, please,” she whispered, her voice softening, the raw emotion breaking through. “You can’t stay here. We don’t know what these sirens are, what they’ll do. I don’t want to lose you to something we don’t understand.”

For a moment, Eren’s eyes flickered, a brief flash of something deep within—doubt, hesitation—but it was gone as quickly as it came. He didn’t push her away, but he didn’t answer either. His silence was suffocating.

Before Mikasa could say more, a strange ripple passed through the water outside the tent, catching her attention. The sound was almost imperceptible at first, just a gentle disturbance in the calm of the ocean. But then it grew louder, the waves parting slightly as something—or someone—began to rise from the depths.

Mikasa’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to face the beach.

There, standing waist-deep in the water, was the siren.

the siren.

Her full face was now exposed, rising slowly above the surface of the sea like a ghost from the deep. Her skin was dark, a rich brown that gleamed in the early morning light, unlike anything any of the scouts had ever seen, save for Onyakapon. Her features were striking, almost unnaturally beautiful, her eyes wide and bright blue, glowing with a faint, ethereal light that seemed to pierce straight through Eren. Her white, coily hair framed her face in soft, shimmering tendrils, cascading down her shoulders like sea foam. 

The air seemed to still as the scouts outside the tent noticed her. Jean, Connie, Sasha, and the others froze, their hands instinctively moving toward their weapons, though none of them drew them. They were transfixed by the sight of her, unable to tear their eyes away.

Mikasa, too, was frozen in place, her breath catching in her throat. This was the creature that had been watching Eren for weeks, the one they had only glimpsed the day before. Now, she was fully revealed, and there was no denying her presence—no denying the pull she had on Eren.

The siren—the siren—didn’t move. She simply stood there in the water, her gaze fixed on Eren, her expression calm but intense. She didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound. But the way she looked at him, the quiet certainty in her eyes, said more than words ever could.

Eren stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, as if drawn to her by an invisible force. He stepped out of the tent and onto the beach, his eyes never leaving hers. There was something unspoken between them, something ancient and powerful, as though they were the only two people in the world.

Mikasa’s heart raced as she scrambled to her feet, following him outside. “Eren, don’t!” she called out, her voice filled with fear and desperation. “She’s—she’s dangerous! You don’t know what she’ll do!”

But Eren didn’t stop. He walked closer to the water, closer to the siren, who still stood silently, waiting for him. The other scouts stood frozen, watching in a mixture of awe and apprehension. No one moved, no one spoke.

The siren’s beauty was impossible to ignore. Her skin, so unfamiliar to the scouts, seemed to shimmer under the rising sun, her deep brown tone standing in stark contrast to the pale sands of the beach. Her eyes, impossibly bright, never wavered from Eren, and her white hair, glowing like the moon, made her seem more like a creature of legend than reality.

Onyakapon, who had joined the others outside, watched carefully. “It’s her,” he muttered quietly to Yelena, who nodded in silent confirmation.

“She’s chosen him,” Yelena replied softly, her voice carrying an odd reverence. “There’s no turning back now.”

Mikasa clenched her fists, her stomach twisting with a mixture of anger and helplessness. “Eren, please!” she shouted, taking a step forward. “You can’t trust her!”

But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Eren stood at the edge of the water now, staring at the siren as if nothing else in the world mattered. The siren didn’t move, but there was something in her expression—something soft, tender, yet commanding—that held him there.

“She won’t harm him,” Onyakapon said, stepping forward to stand beside Mikasa. “Not unless she feels threatened.”

Mikasa shot him a sharp look, her voice laced with frustration. “How do you know that? How can you be sure?”

Onyakapon didn’t flinch. “Because it’s in her nature. Sirens don’t harm the ones they choose. She’s here for him, Mikasa. She’s been watching him for weeks, waiting for the right moment.”

Mikasa felt her chest tighten. “This is insane. She’s… she’s not human. How can any of this be real?”

“It’s real,” Yelena said, her voice calm but unyielding. “And it’s happening now.”

Eren stood there, silent, staring into the siren’s eyes as if the world around him had fallen away. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But there was no doubt—he was captivated, drawn into the depths of whatever bond was forming between him and the siren.

Mikasa’s breath hitched as she watched him, her mind racing. She couldn’t lose him. Not like this. Not to someone—or something—she couldn’t even understand. 

But deep down, she knew she might already have.

The silence stretched on as the siren stood in the water, her eyes never leaving Eren’s. The morning light bathed the beach in a soft, golden glow, but the air was thick with tension, as if the ocean itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.

And so was everyone else.

~

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[fatalism-and-villainy]

Okay, further rumination on the topic of ao3 comments and why they’re a less-than-satisfactory form of communication for me, because I have been rotating this topic in my mind and it is now smooth as a river stone (thanks @Hannibal watch buddy for that turn of phrase) -

I think part of what feels so foreign to me about ao3 comments is that I’ve just… very rarely felt the urge to talk to an author of a work of fiction that I’ve enjoyed. It’s not a natural impulse for me. When I have felt that urge, it’s usually been in response to theory and other such academic nonfiction, because part of the point of that stuff is to open a conversation. It’s a foundation that invites others to build upon it, in a way that includes the author. Fictional texts are also always open to more criticism, and when they’re really good they’re like a constant ever-expanding interpretive universe unto themselves. But with fiction, the author isn’t a part of that interpretive process, and in fact it’s detrimental for them to be.

So when I’m compelled to write up a reaction to a piece of media, it’s usually not an “author-friendly” form of engagement - either because it’s critical in some way (and it’s very rare that I have absolutely no quibbles with any piece of media, even if I like it and agree with what it’s doing interpretatively), or because it’s authoritative in such a way as to be overbearing and presumptuous when presented to the author themself. Or, to explain that second point more - most analytical points I might make would come together to form a “reading”, a claim on my part as to what a story is doing. And that doesn’t seem appropriate to me in author-reader interaction. So I often feel stifled when trying to share my thoughts on a story, particularly in a formal commenting context.

Another option for interaction with authors would be asking authors what their interpretation is, or what they were trying to get across, or whether they intended to evoke what I took away from the story. But the problem with that is that those feel more suited to a work that is still in progress, and ao3 isn’t a writers’ workshop. The fics are either already finished, or they’re ongoing, but readers aren’t a part of that writing and editing process.

And the other thing is that I’m just… very uncomfortable with intense displays of emotion. Even if I loved a story and was powerfully moved by it, it’s very difficult for me to express that enthusiasm in text form - it feels affected and stilted and unnatural. (And I also get uncomfortable seeing others’ unbridled enthusiasm in ao3 comments, when it’s presented in the form of “squeeing” - you know, with a lot of exclamation marks or keyboard smashes and whatnot. There’s nothing wrong with form of self-expression, but it’s not my thing and it’s not a cultural aspect of the site that I feel comfortable engaging in.)

So, my question to myself is: when and in what way does it feel natural to me to engage with fic writers on ao3 via comments, or to have readers engage with my fic?

And the answer to that, I think, is indicative of how academia shapes my approach to fandom. Because given the adaptational quality of fanfic, and the fact that it’s arising from shared contextual knowledge of the source material, my instinct and what I’m most comfortable with is to take the conference approach, and use the specific fic I’m reading or that I’ve written as a starting point to discuss the canon itself. And while some ao3 comment exchanges are centered on discussing and coming to a richer understanding of the source material, it’s far from guaranteed.

And on top of that, the comment culture on ao3 doesn’t have a lot of back-and-forth, or space or invitation to expand on your thoughts or build off each other. There’s no room for discussion to evolve. Everything you want to say has to be contained in one single comment - so if you don’t already know the author, it’s hard to gauge what kind of discussion they would even be open to. So frankly, I feel that the culture there incentivizes bland, form-letter comments and shallow discussion.

I feel a lot of these points from the author side of things, too. Sometimes I’ll get comments where people are interpreting or emotionally responding to my stories in a manner pretty distinct from my intention - and that’s inevitable! That’s what fiction does! Everybody takes away something different, and stories gain new life when they’re liberated from their creators’ meddling. But it makes me faintly uncomfortable, because I just… don’t know what to do with comments like that. It feels against my principles to correct people about their interpretation of fiction, because of, well, pretty much the entire ideology re: fiction and interpretation that I’ve laid out here. It’s different from meta, where it feels not only appropriate but the entire point of the format to engage with people’s interpretations of what you’re saying, and to say, “I actually interpret that differently” or “that’s not quite what I meant there”. But with fic… if I can’t discuss my own ideas and interpretations, as the author, I’d honestly rather not know what people think and feel. Or at least, I’d be open to a conversation about that, between fellow fans who are using my fic as a starting off point for discussion about the source material. But I’d much rather do that on discord, or some other platform that feels like it engenders actual conversations, rather than the one-two punch of “[compliment][gratitude]”.

And honestly, the reason I started writing fic at all, back in 2020, was because I wanted to retreat into my own world. I was weary of meta, and having to explain and justify my responses to the text. I still love meta, and it’s still the primary point of doing fandom at all for me. But sometimes, I do need a break from that, and need to be able to ensconce myself in my feelings about the text in a format that people can’t as easily poke holes in. So that’s partly why I’m considering turning off comments on ao3, at least just as an experiment, and having conversations about my fic on other platforms.

That, and perhaps I just need to start posting more meta to ao3. :)

[captain-astors]

8, 16, 30, 43 for Furutui please 💜

Creatures.

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Subconsciously, the fact that the other cares whatsoever. They're incredibly accustomed to being unloved, and though they wouldn't admit that there's any genuine feeling to this (however sparse) they both like that part quite a lot. In a very fucked up way they keep each other going.

Consciously, they reason it out as the fact that the spontaneous nature of it makes them feel alive, in a time of otherwise just getting from point A (right now) to point B (death).

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

(I already did 16 so, I asked my friend for a random number between 8 and 30, he gave me 13. Hopefully that's fine.)

They aren't apart very frequently due to their positions, but Koori doesn't actually care that much besides the vague repressed notion that his distraction is gone, and it feels worse. Furuta feels slightly bored and pesters him over the phone occasionally, sometimes with actual work stuff, but mostly with random bullshit. However, he's busy too so for the most part they wait it out. Calling each other just to talk implies they care, and as far as they'll acknowledge, they don't!

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

I know very little about love languages when it comes to trying to assign them to people (Mostly because mine is just "anything but touch unless we're really close" and I can't fathom preferring one), and it's complicated by the fact that Furuta's kind of just a bunch of layers of bullshit carefully painting over and piloting a person who's been dead for years. I can still try but I just wanted to provide an explanation.

Koori expresses mainly through acts of service, He likes receiving the same, along with physical touch. Furuta mostly just mirrors this back because that's what he's used to doing in relationships, he approaches them like an annoyingly advanced chatbot with a secret goal to tick you off. All the right answers and very little genuine personality until he feels like chipping at that person to see how long it takes them to be annoyed, but Koori tends to see through that to some extent actually and it bothers him. With time he probably leans more into simple spending time together and words of affirmation. It works out decently because, to put it bluntly, they don't care how their weird little imitation goes as long as they don't have to admit that any of it is genuine.

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Hm... They wear uniforms pretty much every time we see them, even Koori's turtleneck is just his uniform without the oversized coat, and it's difficult to gauge based off of Souta's outfit when the whole point is that it's a costume, but I can try. Furuta would probably pick out something with more color that Koori has worn in the last few months cumulatively just to see how it looks, Furuta gets something that actually fits him very well.

[suguwife]

Hostile Desires.

tags: exbf!Gojo Satoru x f!reader, bratty!reader, 18+ explicit sexual content, mdni, heated/hate sex, dub-con, penetration (p in v), clit play, cheating, arguing, porn with plot, toxic gojo, blood, biting, overstimulation

a/n: this is part two of Executive Tensions (part one) you don’t need to read part 1 for this, but it helps you understand the backstory and reasoning for their arguments :) - also this isn’t proofread so sorry for any mistakes.. just imagine they’re not there.

- 8.1k wc

(part one)

Satoru had called you over to his office the next day, wanting to talk about this entire situation of marrying each other despite being exes. You sit before him as he stares back at you. He's clearly not pleased with the situation, but also trying to keep his cool.

“We need to talk.” He says blankly.

“Yeah you already told me that.” Okay maybe you’re being a bitch, but he deserves it. He cheated on you with a damn prostitute and still hasn't realised that you knew!

He rolls his eyes, your dismissive attitude frustrating him. “Would it kill you to be a little more cooperative?”

“Tch.” Is all you respond with.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. Dramatic much. “Why do you have to be so difficult all the time?”

You place your elbow on his desk and rest the palm of your hand on your chin, a bored expression on your face. “What did you want to talk about?”

He leans back in his chair, his pupils studying your body language and expression for a moment, as if he’s trying to figure you out before he speaks. “It's about this whole situation we've been put into. Our marriage. Our future. Our...kids.” He pauses, trying to gauge your reaction to those last words. He can't help but feel a mix of discomfort and unease at the thought of starting a family with you, of all people.

Yeah he wanked off to you like a week ago but.. that doesn’t mean he loved you. Not when you act so hostile towards him.

“My parents want us to have children within the next two years, you know that already. But... how do you feel about it? And don't give me some half-assed answer like you always do.”

You want to roll your eyes again at him, but you’ve already done it enough times. Surely he gets the hint that you still hate him.

“Having kids isn't so bad, having sex with you is.” You pause as you realise, “Fuck.. I haven't even told my boyfriend we need to breakup because of this..” you mutter as you place fingers on the temple of your forehead.

You’re really leaving your current boyfriend, for your ex and thousands of cash. Yeah you’re a pretty horrible woman.

Perfect match. The toxic cheating boyfriend, with his bratty, gold digging girlfriend.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your bluntness. He can't help but smile slightly at your last comment. “Oh, still haven't told him huh?”

You regain your composure again, whatever. This is your life anyway, for your own benefits. “Anyway, is that all you wanted to talk about? Children?”

He shakes his head, “No, it's not just about future kids. It's about our relationship. How we're supposed to pull this off. Pretending to be a happily married couple, having kids, all that bullshit.”

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “I mean, you and I never had the best relationship in the last few months when we were together. And now we're just supposed to act like everything is great between us, for the sake of our families and the public?”

“We didn't because of you.” You bite back, glaring into his eyes.

“And how exactly was it my fault? You were the one who always started fights, accused me of things I didn't do, and never trusted me.”

“Ugh! You just don't get it do you. Why do you think I did that?!”

Satoru crosses his arms, his irritation growing along with yours, “Why don’t you tell me then? Enlighten me.”

Oh, the audacity of this dick of a man. He leans forward, his gaze stern. You hate to admit how much it’s making your pussy throb and flutter.

“Figure it out yourself, dickhead.”

He groans in frustration, “Just fucking tell me!”

You know what, maybe you should. Maybe you should just call him out, embarrass him. “Because you were fucking...you…” You inhale sharply before you speak, steeling yourself and preventing any tears from falling. “I had images of you at a club sent to me, you were fucking some random prostitute.. whore in the corner, you didn't know I knew did you?!”

Satoru's eyes widen at your words, realisation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He hadn't thought you'd found out about that night, didn’t think you’d ever actually know. That club was far away from Tokyo, he had no idea you knew people that far. “I...uh...”

“Exactly! And you said you had prostitutes before and after me?! You're a disgusting man no wonder your father is forcing you to marry me, just to keep you in check like a child.”

His face was a mix of anger and defensiveness. He doesn't want to admit that he's done anything wrong, but knows that there's no point in denying it. “I didn't think you'd find out about any of that... I thought I'd kept it all hidden.”

“What? So you were just going to keep it hidden forever?” Your face scrunches in disbelief and disgust. This man.. this man.. you were going to marry him soon.

“I...well, I didn't think it was a big deal. I didn't think it would affect our relationship like that. I never spoke to her after and I was high anyway.” He looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction to his explanation. He doesn't want to come across as callous or uncaring, but he also doesn't want to make himself seem too vulnerable.

You didn’t even want to bother arguing with him or trying to find reason. You felt sick to your stomach at him. The bile in your stomach churning around and warning you to leave the room before you do something you regret, but you stay sat in front of him.

“Whatever. Are you still going to cheat on me whilst we're married too?”

He scoffs at the question with annoyance, “You think I'd be that stupid? My father would kill me if he finds out I'm still carrying on.” He leans forward, an edge in his voice.

“And besides, l'm not a cheater. That one night was a mistake, and it won't happen again.”

You wanted to laugh, hysterically. Wanted to scream and shout like a mad woman. “What did you say?”

“I said I won't cheat, okay? No more one night stands, no more hookups. I'm not gonna risk losing everything just for a one night stand.”

“No.. before that. You just said you're not a cheater. You are a cheater.”

“That was one mistake. I made a stupid decision when I was drunk and high. I'm not like that normally. I don't go around cheating on people I'm committed to.”

“Ugh! You're still a cheater, you damn piece of shit.”

“I already said it was a one time thing, why can't you just let it go? I'm not some unfaithful bastard who cheats left and right.”

“What? You literally would argue and argue with me for no fucking reason. Did you hate me that much or can you just not stick to commitment?”

“I didn't hate you, I was just frustrated. We had a lot of disagreements and arguments, and it felt like I couldn't do anything right in your eyes.”

“Cause you can't do anything right.”

Now Satoru is starting to get really irritated with your attitude. He hates being made to feel like a failure and your words hit a nerve. “Yeah, because everything was my fault, right? You were perfect in every way, and I was the only one messing things up.”

You stand up from your seat, the chair screeching against the hard wooden floor and groan, frustrated. “The fuck did I do?! I only started acting up after finding out you cheated on me!”

He stands up as well, his seat rolling back, his irritation matching yours now as he fires back. “You started acting up way before that, don't act like you were some saint before you found out about that night. We'd been fighting constantly for weeks before I had sex with that woman!”

You feel your knees trembling from an angry adrenaline as you yell back at him, “Is that why you fucked her? Cause I pissed you off?”

Satoru's frustration turns to anger at being accused again. He clenches his fists, trying to keep his voice somewhat controlled. “No! I told you, it was a stupid mistake! It was one night, and I was high and drunk! I wasn't thinking straight, and I immediately regretted it afterwards!”

He takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm down.

“And even if I made a dumbass mistake, it's not an excuse for how you reacted to me afterwards. You treated me like garbage, like I cheated on you a dozen times when it's only that one night.”

You chuckle in disbelief, your brows raised and eyes wide. He can’t be serious. As if one time cheating isn’t as bad as cheating multiple times. “What the fuck?! You are a cheater and that's that! What the hell did I do? When did I act up before that, huh?”

He rounds his desk standing before you now as you turn around to face him too, your bottom back against his desk as he glared into your eyes breathing heavily.

“You were always on my case about every damn thing I did! Any time I did something you'd make some sarcastic joke or be a bitch.”

“How was l a bitch huh? I never even told you that I knew you cheated and you’d just be angry at me for no fucking reason anytime I’d do something.”

“You were always nagging me or complaining about something! It felt like no matter what I did it wasn't good enough. I couldn't even hang out with my friends without you getting all suspicious.”

“Why do you think?! U fucking cheat-“

Satoru snaps at your accusation, his voice raising louder.

“That happened afterwards! And like I said, it was a stupid mistake! I wasn't thinking straight, I wasn't in the right state of mind! It was a one time thing!”

You breathe heavily as you glare at him, “One time thing is just as bad, fucking dickhead.”

Satoru stands in front of you, his anger still boiling, but there's something else in his gaze now. A tension between the two of you that wasn't there before. The same tension seething within you too. He stands close, too close, his eyes locked onto yours as he speaks again, his voice lower now.

“That one night doesn't define me as a person. I'm not some heartless cheater. Why won't you understand that?”

“You were still so fucking toxic throughout the whole relationship. I didn't realise until my friends would point it out.”

The close proximity between you two begun creating some form of.. energy between you. You’re not sure what kind, but you really needed a fan or the AC to turn on.

“And you think you were a saint? You acted shitty towards me too!” He yells into your face.

“No I didn't!” Out of anger, you slap his face and he grabs your wrist with firm pressure right after, pinning it down on the desk behind you as his menacing blue eyes stare deep into yours. His face was only a couple centimetres away now. Too close. You were almost sweating.

His breath was heavy with a mixture of anger and something else. You two haven't been this close to each other in months, and it was beginning to stir up long forgotten feelings.

“Don't touch me!” You try to pull your wrist off his grip with your free hand but his grip on your wrist doesn't loosen.

In fact, his hold tightens slightly as he speaks, his voice low and slightly breathless. “You don't get to slap me and tell me not to touch you. Not after everything that's happened.”

You huff, giving up on trying to release yourself as you turn your head back towards him with furrowed brows.

He keeps you pinned against the desk, his body pressed against yours. Being this close to him, his touch, his breath, it all sends the heartbeat in your pussy racing. Your emotions are a mix of anger, confusion, and a strange kind of desire.

“Unbuckle your fucking belt.” You say through gritted teeth as you glare at him. Fuck it, you needed his dick so bad right now, you can’t even deny it.

His eyes widen in surprise at your request, but there's a hint of something else as well. Lust. Between the two of you.

“What did you say?”

“Tch. You're pissing me off and I haven't even eaten anything. I need to fucking release on something!”

His grip on your wrists tightens a bit more, bruising you. His eyes darkened with a mix of anger and desire. He can feel your body pressed against his, and it makes it hard for him to think straight. “You expect me to just do what you want?”

“You will.” Oh you knew he would, you always got whatever you wanted after all.

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he responds. “You think you can just order me around?”

You roll your eyes, your face still irritated and unbuckle his belt for him, the clanking sound echoing in his office.

“You're being dangerous.” He murmurs against the skin of your face, his voice low.

“Shut the fuck up.” You were tired of his stupid reasonings for cheating on you, all you needed was his dick inside you, right now. You pull his slacks down revealing his briefs and he lets out a sharp gasp. Satoru’s breath is heavier now, his body starting to react to your touch.

“You're seriously going to do this...” He whispers, his voice a mix of warning and desire, “..here?”

“Tch. Stop being so fucking irritating.” Next, you pull down his briefs revealing his hardon, already leaking and flushed a dark pink, you chuckle at the sight. Yeah he was your ex, but that dick of his always had you drunk.

“You're the one provoking me,” He responds, his voice more strained now. “You really are a brat, you know that?”

“Pfft, and you’re a fucking cheater.” You say with a smirk as you flick your heels off, pull down your tights and underwear, and leave your pencil skirt on. “Can I?”

Satoru’s mind is a mess, his desire mixed with frustration, and his anger at being called a cheater again, although he knows he deserves it. "You really think this is a good idea?" He whispers, his gaze flicking between your face and your fingers slowly unbuttoning the first couple buttons of your shirt, revealing your cleavage and black, laced bra.

“Nobody enters your office unless you call for them anyway.”

He can't deny that, the thought of someone walking in here is a little thrilling though. He takes a moment to weigh the risks. On one hand, it's risky, on the other, this is the closest he's had you in months, and he's not sure when he'll get this kind of opportunity again.

“You're a goddamn brat..” he murmurs, but at the same time, he releases his tight grip on your wrist and instead takes you by the waist pulling you closer against him.

You wrap your one leg around him, his cock brushes against your thigh making him groan quietly. You unbutton his shirt, keeping your eyes locked on his with a glare, still clearly frustrated by his dickheaded mentality. He allows you to take it off for him, leaving him stark naked whilst you stay there with your skirt and half buttons shirt, clearly in control here.

You take hold of his large, already leaking and hard cock and align yourself, hearing him let out a low moan as the warmth of your skins collide, the hateful yet lustful tension between you both building.

“You're really gonna do this, huh? Right here in my office?”

“What? You a pussy?” You push yourself in letting out a gasping whimper from just his tip, your brows furrowing upwards in heat.

Satoru lets out a strangled moan, your movement causing him to bite back a curse. This is so wrong, having sex in his office with his ex he was just arguing with?

However, he can't bring himself to stop you, his body reacting to your touch. He grabs your hips, holding you close as he tries to find his voice.

“Fuck.. You call me a cheater but aren't u cheating on your boyfriend?" He whispered into your ear harshly as his hips bucked forward into you and back out, releasing quiet moans from your throat. "You didn't even breakup with him yet and our marriage will be in two weeks.” You feel him thrust harder, your eyes fluttering. “Now look at you.”

“Sh-Shutup!” God, all you wanted was dick, not his stupid comments.

He smirks slightly, his breath ragged as he slowly rocked into your clenching, wet walls. His thumb brushing over your clit to stimulate you further.

He's enjoying this more than he's willing to admit. “Why? The truth hurts, huh?”

He leans in, his lips close to your ear as he lets out a low moan. “You're enjoying this way too much for someone who's supposed to be mad at me.”

His words are punctuated with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips roughly. The heat between the two of you is palpable, and he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't seem to stop himself.

“I know you still want me," he whispers, his voice rough with desire, "even after everything, you can't stay away from me.”

“I don’t want you, bastard.” You say through gritted teeth as you look up at him whilst his cock squelches with each thrust, his thumb rubbing over your clit making you sweat.

He's lost in the heat of the moment, his body responding to yours without restraint as he pants like a dog and moves relentlessly, his thumb stimulating at a fast pace making you whine and moan.

"You say you hate me, you call me a cheater, but look at you now..." He leans in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck as he whispers raggedly, “You're still here, you're still letting me touch you like this.”

“Not because it's you.. mh.. I just need dick.” You don’t care how bratty or shameless you sound, you knew he’d let you have it from him anyway.

Satoru lets out a low, frustrated growl at your response into the crook of your heated neck. Your words are like a sharp jab to his ego, a reminder that you're here not because you want him but just because you need something from him, nothing more.

His hands grip your hips tighter, his movements becoming rougher as he buries himself deep inside you making you whine out, “Oh god...!”

His voice is low and strained as he speaks, his dick pushing in and out of you, more frantic, more aggressive, “Is this all you want from me?” he asks, his words a mix of anger and desire.

“And money…” you breathe out as he continues to roll his dick into you, “..you already...know that..”

He bites back a curse as he continues to move into you, your words like a knife to his heart, but his dick pulsing with need of your wetness.

“Money, that's all," he mutters huskily, "just money and this, huh?”

You nod in response with half lidded eyes, not caring how bitchy you may come off as “Mhm..”

He buries himself deeper inside you, splitting you open, his movements rapid and never slowing down as he tries to drown out the hurt your words cause him.

His hands tighten onto your hips, digging his nails in, holding you in place as he takes you with a mixture of frustration and desire. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, not like this, but he can't stop himself, like he's addicted to you even after everything.

As his length pushes inside of you, your nails scratch against his biceps as you whine and moan louder and louder, uncaring for anyone outside the office who can hear you. Shameless.

Throwing your head back, you bite your lips down and groan out in pleasure at the feeling of him inside you after so many months.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and a hint of disgust, “You were just complaining about me, and now look at you.”

“Your ... hah~ dick is...different...it's not a fucking... bitch like you.” You gasped out through each thrust of his cock pushing deep into you, you were sure it was already bulging through your stomach.

You feel his chuckle vibrate just under your ear, sending pulses and throbs to your core.

Your insults are like a jab to his ego, but at the same time it's also a slight turn on. “Is that so?” he responds, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Guess I'm good for something then, huh?”

He moves his head down to your neck again, his smooth lips brushing against the heat of your skin, his breath hot and lustful. “I was starting to think.. I was just a piece of trash to you.”

“You are... fuck... you are piece of... ahh~ shit!” You could barely speak, his lengthy cock wouldn't stop.

He had to chuckle again at your response, his movements becoming even faster at your words. He knows he should be angry, he should stop this, but he's too far gone now. “Such a filthy mouth,” he mutters against your neck, his lips trailing sloppy, nasty kisses down your skin. “You always did love insulting me, huh?”

His fingers push your shirt down so he could have access to the skin of your shoulder, and fuck, you could feel the heartbeat of his cock pulse inside you as he eyed the revealed skin, your collarbones and your skin coated in glistening sweat.

Without wasting a second, his teeth grazed and marked your skin, his lips and tongue sucking and leaving a trail of saliva around your shoulder as he continued his feverish movements, penetrating into you.

“You should be careful, calling me names like that. I might just have to shut you up.”

You could do nothing but whine as your head remained throwed back, your hair draping onto his desk behind you.

His lips moved back up and against your ear as he whispers, “You always were so sensitive when I’d touch you like this.”

His teeth bite down lightly on your earlobe, making you whimper, his words a mix of mockery and desire. “Look at you, falling apart for me like this.”

“Shut the fuck up!! Stop talking and just-“ your own pleasure cuts your sentence off as you let out another loud, filthy moan.

He can't help but smirk at your response, your words like a challenge to him. “Oh, is that what you want?” he teases, his voice low and rough. “You want me to shut up and just give you what you need?”

He slows his pace slightly, drawing out each movement, prolonging the pleasure. The sound of lewd squelching wetness filling your ears as he moves at that agonising pace. “But I thought you hated me, remember?I thought I was just 'a piece of shit’ and a ‘cheater’?”

He was looking at you with that disgustingly, sarcastic puppy dog face, his blue eyes wide and his lips in a pout. You wish you could stop but your too high off his dick right now.

“You fucking are…” You breathe out heavily as his dick pushes deep into you slowly, making your eyes flutter. “Look at you satoru. Letting me use you for your dick... so fucking desperate for sex all the time so you...hah~ had to have prostitutes... your father made you delete all their contacts... now your letting me use your dick.” It’s funny, no matter how much you’d hurt his ego he couldn’t find the will in him to stop giving you the pleasure of his cock.

You chuckle weakly with half lidded eyes as you look up at him, your fingers like feathers, teasing the back of his neck, making him shudder ever so slightly.

Satoru's jaw clenches at your words, anger and humiliation washing over him. You're using him, treating him like a piece of meat, reminding him of his past mistakes. “Shut up!” he snaps, his breathing ragged as he continues to move against you. And you laugh out loud in his face, tears falling down your eyes as you chuckle at his sudden outburst of insecurity.

“This isn't about that, you don't know what you're talking about!” He looks down at you, his eyes dark with conflicting emotions. He hates that you're using him like this, but at the same time he can't stop, can't make himself stop giving you the pleasure you want.

“I'm not desperate for sex,” he growls between clenched teeth, “I just need... this...” His words sound desperate, and he hates himself for it. He wants to be strong, to resist you, but he's weak, so weak around you.

Your laughter calms down, and you continue to stare at him with a smirk, letting out soft breaths and moans as his dick continues to slowly move in and out of you, the heat coursing through as you coated him with your wetness.

“You're just trying to provoke me,” he mutters, his voice strained as he holds your hips tightly against him. His hands were huge, his fingers lengthen over the small of your back, able to hold you in place against his desk with each filthy movement.

“You're..” he thrusts deep into you, hitting your G-spot, making you throw your head back further as your nails scratched down the back of his neck to the muscles on his back, making him hiss as he speaks in a hoarse, low tone, “..trying..” Thrust again. “to push my buttons.” And he’s pounding into you know, holding you down against his desk as you whine and moan out loud shamelessly. Mouth wide open, eyes rolled to the back of your head, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, his dick was too good. It always was. You wish he was just that, nothing more. Wished he never cheated. Wished he was never toxic.

He grunts through each pound, sweat dripping down from his hair too. “You're a fuckin’ brat.” he slaps the cheek of your ass making you gasp and whimper, “What's gotten into you?”

He leans in closer, his chest pressed against yours. His pace is still relentless, “You enjoy pissing me off like this, don't you?” He glares into your barely open eyes with furrowed, frustrated brows. All you can do is whine and whimper in response as your walls melt and mould him inside you.

“You’re so annoying when you talk..” You whisper and wince through each pound.

A low, bitter chuckle pours out his throat at your words, his irritation growing at your constant insults. “And you're just full of complaints, ain’t you?” He’s panting like a dog in heat. “Can't you be quiet for one damn minute?”

“You're one to talk-“ Oh, and he shuts you up. He hits that one spot, deep and hard and continues to hit that exact spot perfectly, like as if he’s mapped it out, placed a cross and precisely landing thrusts onto it, making you cry and scream, “Hah~ mmmm!!! Oh god Satoru! Right there!”

You see him smirk, but you don’t care. Don't even care how shameless you look right now.

“Right there?” he echoes, his voice slightly taunting as he smirks, “Is this what you like?” He moves with renewed focus, his pace quickening as he aims to please you, but even as he does, he can't help the sarcastic edge to his words.

“You're so fuckin’ demanding,” he mutters, his breath ragged as he moves against you, "Always telling me what you want, what you need…”

“That's why your ah~ father is arranging me to marry you cause you’re a fucking man slut!” You don’t know why you said that really, it was uncalled for, but do you care? Not really. Satoru fucked you over already, your love and care for him was gone out the window.

“Don't,” he growls with a clenched jaw, his voice low with frustration and anger, “Don't bring that up right now…”

“Cause need to be put in your fucking place.. always- ahh~!!! Acting like- oh fuck! Oh my god satoru..” he wouldn’t even let you speak, pounding into you like a rabid animal.

“..Like a fucking bastard and- ahhh!!! Fucking... prostitutes left and right- oh fuck! Right there…!” And your screaming and moaning now, nails scratching down his skin, you're sure you were making him bleed, you can hear him hissing, grunting and breathing raggedly, his eyes focusing on the bounds of your tits, the laced bra turning him on, the sounds of your pleasure.

But his eyes also flash with annoyance and humiliation at your words, your mockery and reminders of his mistakes, fueling his frustration. But at the same time, your cries of pleasure are affecting him, his body still responding to you despite his irritation.

“You love to bring that up, don't you? You just can't resist reminding me of my mistakes...”

“Mistakes?! You- ah! Chose to do those actions, you bastard!”

He thrusts into you painfully, making sure you scream, your accusations hitting a raw nerve. He hates that you're right, that he can't argue with your statement.

“So what?” he shoots back, his voice sharp with anger, “You're not exactly a saint yourself, princess...”

“You keep fucking saying that but what did l-“ You whine as you feel him hit your G- spot multiple times once again, digging your nails deep into his skin, making sure blood drips this time. He was damn infuriating.

“You sure you want to play that game? I can list all the reasons why you're not exactly a good girl either...”

He continues moving against you, his pace steady and relentless. His words are punctuated with gasps and low moans, his body reacting to you in spite of his annoyance.

The wet, slickness of his lips brush against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His grip on your tighten, making sure to bruise you the same way you’ve scarred the skin of his back and biceps as he continues to pound into you relentlessly, but still always making sure to slow down again every time you're about to come undone. "You're just as bad as I am, you just hide it better.”

“The fuck did I ever do?!” Because what is he talking about? You never fucked up, you never cheated on him, ever.

Satoru lets out a low, bitter laugh at your question. He leans in closer, his lips against your ear as he mutters words that are both a taunt and a jab at you. "Oh princess, don't play coy. We both know you're not as innocent as you act...."

You’re seriously confused and needy, for release and his answers. “So tell me.”

His grin widens like a Siamese cat as he continues thrusting his dick deep into you, taking pleasure in your response. He can tell he's struck a nerve with you.

“Well let's see...” he begins, his voice low and mocking, “For starters, you're not exactly a saint in the relationship department...”

He moves against you a bit faster, his cock getting rougher as he continues to speak, his words like another jab. You can feel his veins pulsing against the wet heat of your walls, and it only makes you clench around him, making him groan against into your ear. Filthy.

“And..” he groans again, “Let's not forget your little habit of picking fights with me every chance you get...”

You continue to gasp and moan as you speak, “I told you it's because you fucking cheated and I found out behind your back you bast- OH GOD SATORU!!!” And he’s pounding relentlessly into you again, clearly frustrated, tears streaming down your face from the pain mixed with pleasure, gasping and panting for air.

He lets out a low moan as you cry out his name, your words only adding to his frustration. He hates that you're right, that he was in the wrong, and it pisses him off that you won't let him forget it.

“Damnit, princess...” he mutters, his voice strained as he moves against you, his pace relentless. “You never let me off the hook for that, do you?”

“Why sh- ahh... ah! Oh my god! Fuck, Satoru..fuck- Why should I huh?”

Your mind goes lightheaded and drunk from the feeling of his thick veins rubbing your walls, making your hips jerk and twitch upwards as you whimper and whine.

He could tell you were close, your cries of pleasure gradually becoming louder and more desperate, and it only stokes his own desire.

Neither of you cared how many employees heard you outside of this room, right now, his focus was on the feeling of your filthy sounds escaping from your pussy and your mouth, fuelling him to hit that special spot of yours harder, despite his frustration towards your bratty attitude.

“Princess...” he grunts, his voice ragged as he continues moving against you, his own need building. “You can't hold that over my head forever....”

“Yes I ca- hah~ can...!”

He moves against you rougher now, his pace quickening, his own need growing stronger. His cock was aching, needing to release but he wanted to prolong this. Didn't want you to leave just yet.

“You're so goddamn stubborn.. Always have to have your way, always have to be right...”

You’re unable to respond, simply moaning out like a whore, clenching around his thickness, your cries of pleasure growing more desperate.

“Just... shut up...” he mumbles against your skin, his dick slamming into you at a desperate pace. “Just shut up for once...” his ragged voice hoarse as he gasped against your neck, his large hands holding your body down against his desk as he pushed and buried his cock as deep into you as possible, again and again.

You groan out loudly, “You shut up!!” And your screaming now, “Oh fuck!!.. Fuck!!”

He can't take it anymore. Your words and constant stubborn defiance driving him completely crazy. He moves against you rougher now, faster, desperate to get you over the edge, to make you cry out in pain and pleasure, to scream his name over and over.

“You never stop talking, do you?” He lifts your left leg up over his shoulder, pushing you further back on the desk, his face full of frustration as he stretches your body out and you scream and cry as he digs right into you, your nails scratching against his biceps drawing out trickles of blood.

A deep, guttural moan escapes his throat at the sound of you crying out his name, the feeling of your nails against his skin and your walls constantly clenching around him driving him wild, as if your challenging him to even think about pounding harder and deeper into you.

“That's... damn it...” he mutters between gritted teeth, his voice thick with pleasure and frustration. “You... you're so.. you keep talking and... I can't...”

He gasps and groans at the feeling of a trail of blood seeping down his bicep just from your nails, “You always have to have the last word, but I'm... I'm going to make you speechless… fuck..”

“No u w- ah-! You wont, bastard! Fucking..mmn... cheating... pig…”

“Shit... you just can't stop bringing that up, can you? I... I'll make you forget all about it... I'll make you forget everything except this dick..”

You wouldn’t mind that, you wouldn’t mind forgetting him and only remembering the sensual pleasure of his cock, digging deep into you and back out again. It’s crazy how long he’s able to prolong this. You don’t know how he does it, all you care about is the feeling.

He moves against you with a new fervour, his body slamming into you in determination. He's determined to prove to you that he's more than just a ‘cheater’,that he has layers you refuse to see.

“Damnit... just... just shut up and let me prove myself to you,” he mutters, his voice rough and strained, “just... just give me a chance to show you... I'm more than that, princess... I'm more than my mistakes...”

You cry out as you lift your head, eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears run down from pleasure. You ignore his stupid words and reasonings of proving himself, only relishing in the pleasure that only his cock is able to provide for you.

“Just... just let me show you. I'm not just a cheating bastard,” he whispers against your ear, his voice thick with both irritation and desire, his breath scorching hot in this heated, musky office of his, “Stop being such a fucking brat...”

Fuck. Fuck you feel it coming. You’re sobbing and whining now as he moves, pulling on his hair or scratching against his skin making him gasp and groan against you as he bites into the sensitive parts of your neck.

Your wet, filthy walls clench around him in desperation to hold on but his pace is unstopping, making you reach your climax as you cry his name, forcing him to moan out too.

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, keeps pounding into you as you coat his dick with your icing of pleasure. He wants to make you forget.

“That's it, princess,” he whispers, “Just let go for me, just forget everything except me.”

“No! Fuck you- ah! Fuck!” You shout back at him, tryin to pull his head away by gripping onto his hair but it’s futile, your body weak from how relentless he is. “Stop now, that's enough- Oh god!”

He chuckles sinisterly against your neck, moving against you with that same rough movement, eager to drive you over the edge again.

“Isn't this what you wanted?” he mutters between gritted teeth, “Wanted to come on this dick cause I made you so damn angry.”

And he’s right obviously, but you only wanted to come once. Not anymore. Especially now anymore now that he’s getting so cocky with it.

He whispers lowly into your ear, yet loud enough for your mind to process, the saliva of his lips coating you earlobe, “You're a fucking brat. You just can't quit being one, can you? Can't quit being so bitchy...”

You can’t do anything but cry and dig your nails into him, leaning into his neck from overstimulation as you gasp, whimper and whine.

He moans pleasurably as he feels your warmth against his neck, as if his body has been craving for such intimacy with you after so many months. “You're just...shit... you're so stubborn.”

He pace is relentless and you want him to stop already, you’ve got what you wanted but your too fucked out to speak. So, you use your teeth and bite into his neck sharply in frustration, keeping your teeth there to make sure he gets the hint since you're too overstimulated to bite back any insults to him.

He groans out huskily, gripping your hip tighter with one hand and stretching your other leg up more painfully, splitting you open further whilst the pace of his dick was frantic and rough as he mutters against your ear “You... fucking brat...” He growls, his voice thick with both irritation and need, “You just... god-damnit, you're so... you're...”

You whimper and whine with a scrunched face of both pleasure and pain, the muscles in your knees ready to give up.

You bite down harder, feeling a taste of iron against your tongue but he yanks your hair back painfully.

“Princess... shit... you're making me... goddamn it... I can't... I can't...”

He tightens his grip on your hair, his movements growing even rougher as he can't hold back any longer, needing to release.

“Just... damn it. you... you're so fucking..bitchy... I can't take it... I can't take it anymore...” he mutters, his voice ragged with need and frustration. “You're going to make me... dammit... you're going to make me lose my fuckin’ mind...”

What is he even saying, you can’t make sense through his gasps and moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin. “Stop talking like ... ah... ahhh!!! Stop... talking so... oh...... Toru... oh god…”

Satoru lets out another pleasured moan as you cry out his name, your voice desperate and needy. He pants against your ear, his voice raw with need and desire. He grips your skin tighter, his pace relentless as he mutters against your skin “You shut up..fuckin’ bitch. Such a fucking bitch all the time ...”

You scowl as you look up at him with tear filled eyes of pleasure, “What did you…Call me?!”

“I said... you're a goddamn bitch...” he mutters between gritted teeth, “A goddamn defiant... stubborn... brat..." he says with each pound of his dick filling your insides after each word of vile insult.

You wanted to slap him again, but obviously you’re unable to.

“Fuck... you... you just... you won't... won't give in... I can't... I can't take it...” he babbles, too drunk off your pussy.

“The fuck are you saying..!?”

“Defiant... stubborn... infuriating... and a fuckin’ brat...like you always have been.”

“Just... just shut that mouth... and give in... I... I need you... shit..”

This is what you hated about him, it pissed you off so badly. He’d always say fucked up shit like this but would never realise the meaning behind it. You lean forward again and bite down on his neck once more, pissed.

He continues slamming himself into you, wanting to make you come undone more and more until you know nothing but his name. “Fuck.. you're going to... gonna make me lose my goddamn mind...”

He tugs your head back again by your hair, forcing the both of you to glare into each other’s frustrated eyes.

“Stop looking... stop looking at me like that... I...I can't take it..."

“Fucking... hate ... you…” You murmur, not gasping. Wanting to make it clear to him. Wanting to get your hateful point across.

Satoru lets out a low laugh at your words, the mix of frustration and desire making his laugh ragged and strained. “You've said that... princess...” he mutters, his voice strained with need, “But you... you don't mean that... you don't hate me...” He tightens his grip on your hair, pulling your head back more, his gaze fixed on your face, taking in your frustrated expression.

“You... you can't hate me... you're just... you're just being a stubborn brat...” He’s in denial, you do hate him. He was nothing but a cheating, toxic bastard to you.

“Princess,you don't hate me... you're just... you like to act like you do but you you don't.”

“I d-do, you cheating... toxic bastard... fuck now I have to marry you.”

“You're such... such a drama queen...” Another reason ticked off the list, he never tried to understand you. “Always such a fucking bitch.” he groans into your ear as he comes undone and you come undone with him panting for air as he loosens his grip on your hair.

Those were his last words to coming undone? Seriously?

“You're such a brat..” he whispers through heavy, husky breathing, “But, you're... you're mine.”

Ignoring whatever nonsense he’s spouting, you hang your head low, nails remaining deep in his skin around his biceps breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath.

You feel his large arms wrap around you, holding you close against him, his body still shuddering with the aftermath of your intense passion. It felt comfortable, warm, until you realise who the man is that’s holding you like this.

He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle and possessive at the time, making you close your eyes in relaxation. Just for a little bit.

“Fuck...” his gaze lingered on your hair as he pulled it back gently, taking in your weary, exhausted expression. He looks at you for a long moment, taking in your flushed skin caused by him, before he questions with a quiet voice, “Fuck princess... you still... you still hate me?”

You respond almost immediately as you stare back at him, blankly and bluntly. “Always.”

A bitter chuckle plays on his tongue at your words, “You really know how to give a guy a confidence boost, sweetheart.”

He sighs, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your forehead, his arms still wrapped around you, “You're... you're such a goddamn handful... always complaining.”

He runs his hands through your hair again as he continues to hold you close against him, his touch gentle but possessive. “Always arguing, disagreeing, complaining...” he mumbled against the top of your scalp.

Its affecting you, slightly. But you don’t want it to. Your mind reminding you of the images you saw of him fucking some random prostitute. It’s always on your mind.

He lets out another exhausted sigh as he continues to hold you close against his sweating body, still shuddering slightly from the aftermath of your intense passion.

“Shut the fuck up…” you whisper quietly against his bare chest.

“Still talking back to me, princess?” he chuckles, "Still acting like a goddamn little brat?”

He looks down at you with a mix of irritation and affection, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“You really can't help yourself, can you?” he mutters, “Always gotta have the last word.”

“Let go of me... fuck i had... more work to do.” You don’t, you just want to be away from him.

He frowns in irritation as you try to pull away from him.

His grip on you tightens slightly as he keeps you in his arms, not wanting you to leave him again. “I just let you use my fucking dick and you're still acting like a bitch?”

He looks down at you with a mixture of irritation and frustration, his jaw clenched as he grits his teeth.

“You're a fuckin’ headache y/n. I can't tell if I want to strangle yo-“

You cut him off before he can speak any further “Tch. What did you say?” You glare up at him, an obvious scowl drawn on your face.

“You heard me, princess,” he mutters with gritted teeth, 'You're such a headache sometimes...”

“No, the last part. Seriously? This is why we fucking broke up, you’re so damn toxic!”

His irritation finally snaps at your words, his grasp on you tightening as he glares down at you “So what if I am?! You're just as goddamn toxic as I am, you brat!”

“No I'm not! I'm like this because of you!”

His sly chuckle echoes in this room again at your words, his grip on you still tight as he glares down at you. "Oh, please," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, “You’re just as toxic as I am princess. You just refuse to admit it.”

You groan and push him off you, wincing and whimpering slightly as you feel his cock pull out of you, flushed red whilst a heavy moan escapes him too, leaving his suddenly bereft of your comforting heat.

“Damnit princess...” he mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes fixated on your expression. “You... you really gotta do that?”

“Stop calling me that.” You lift my underwear and tights, scrunching your face at the feeling of the filthy mess between your legs and straighten your pencil skirt.

“And why should I?" he mutters, his voice still strained with annoyance and need. "You've always loved it when I call you that, princess...”

“That was before.” You state, staring at him with a bored; irritated expression again. No longer pleasured or flushed out from his dick.

He sighs heavily with frustration as he looks down at you, his irritation growing as he listens to your words. “Fine. Get out my office then.”

You fix the mess of your hair, clicking your tongue at him in annoyance.

“You're really going to act like this after what just happened? You're really going to act like you don't still want me even a little?”

“I don’t. See you near our wedding day. Don’t go fucking any prostitutes, cheater.” You respond, walking past him, your shoulder brushing lightly against his bicep, sending another shudder down to his dick.

“Whatever.” He mutters under his breath as he picks up his briefs and slides them back on.

“Stop talking back.”

“You stop talking.”

“Stop trying to get the last word.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Cause you’re a fucking cheater.”

“Get out my fucking office.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

You slam the door shut behind you in annoyance.

Satoru groans and slams his fist on the desk, cursing himself for pleasuring you because he was too addicted in the moment.

He can’t say he hated doing that for you though, and you can’t deny that you’re a little bit thankful. Though, you still hate him, despise him even.

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Why does my dog lick me so much?

Why does my dog lick me so much?

If your canine licks you frequently, you'll be familiar with what it feels like to get slobbered on your face, hands, and mouth when petting, feeding, or being greeted at the door. Being licked by your canine can be interpreted in a variety of ways, including as an expression of affection. What can you do if dog licking ever becomes an issue and why do dogs do it?

Why does my dog lick me so much?

For canines, licking comes naturally and instinctively. It serves as a means of self-expression, connecting, and grooming for them. Your dog may lick you to express their affection for you, to get your attention, to help them relax when they're stressed, to demonstrate empathy, or simply because they like the way you taste! It's possible that excessive licking is a symptom of anxiety, discomfort, or pain in your dog. Always seek guidance from a veterinarian or behaviorist if you are worried about your dog.

Dogs have an instinct to lick

Being a canine requires a lot of licking. It affects how they interact, groom, and display emotion. Mothers frequently lick their puppies to keep them clean, soothe them, and nudge them to use the bathroom. Puppies will groom themselves and their family, which is not only a good way to keep things clean but also a show of love, affection, and a wonderful way to strengthen family ties.

Why do dogs lick?

What do you usually do when you first greet a dog? Most likely, you stroked them. We naturally feel the need to touch their fur with our hands, which is a type of grooming. Dogs groom themselves with their tongues, so licking is a method for them to greet, connect with, and express affection. Dogs use their mouths and tongues to comprehend their environment and judge other people's moods, whereas humans use our hands to explore the world. Whether it be greeting you and gauging your attitude by licking your face, carrying objects in their mouths, or engaging in ball or toy play.

They’re showing affection

Dogs kiss each other to express their love. It's an innate behavior that's related to the security they experienced when their mother caressed them when they were puppies. They use licking to connect with others and release chemicals like dopamine and endorphins that make them feel content, at ease, and happy. Dogs undoubtedly enjoy stroking their loved ones, just as it feels good for us to do so.

They’re showing empathy

Licking is a calming behavior for canines. Your canine may attempt to lick you to comfort you and show that they care if they are worried about you. Researchers discovered that when owners pretended to cry in a 2012 study, their dogs were more likely to lick and pet them than when their owners were simply humming or conversing. Although it's possible that these dogs were just acting out a learned behavior, many of us believe that dogs can at least partially comprehend and share our emotions.

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To get attention

A great method to get your attention is to lick. If your dog licks you, you presumably stroke, pet, talk to, or otherwise show your appreciation for them. This then motivates them to kiss you and increases their propensity to do so in the future.

We taste good

Have you ever observed that after exercising, your dog licks you more? especially on exposed skin that has been heavily perspired? When we perspire, salt and acidic chemicals are released, which our canines might find to be delectable. Your dog might also lick your hands and face after smelling nice-smelling moisturizing creams or lotions or tiny bits of food you've consumed. Never let your canine lick you after using certain medicines or lotions, such as psoriasis creams, as they can be extremely poisonous to dogs.

How good is a dog’s sense of taste?

How does a dog's sense of taste relate to ours given how well-known it is that their sense of smell is? Surprisingly, we have five times as many taste buds as a dog does, giving the impression that our perception of taste is superior. Dogs can taste things that are sweet, sour, salty, and bitter, just like humans can, but they are unable to perceive umami, a type of savory flavor that we can taste. Dogs can taste water, something we cannot, even though they cannot detect umami. Since our sense of smell accounts for about 80% of what we taste when we consume, it stands to reason that a dog's extraordinary sense of smell compensates for their lack of taste buds.

They’re hungry

When their mothers return from a search, young dogs in the wild may lick their lips to indicate that they are famished. Your canine may lick you to let you know they are feeling peckish because this instinct is hardwired into their behavior.

When is licking a problem?

Dogs use licking as a form of self-expression and because it comes naturally to them. Although some dogs may lick frequently while others may lick less, if your dog suddenly begins licking you frequently, it may indicate that something is wrong. If a dog is more anxious or has a health problem, such as an allergy, injury, or rheumatism, they may lick more frequently. Always call your veterinarian or a behaviorist if you have concerns about your canine or their behavior.

They’re anxious

Licking can be a calming behavior for dogs that makes them feel at ease, peaceful, and relaxed. Licking you or themselves may help them feel less stressed if they're feeling concerned or stressed, especially if they have separation anxiety.

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“It’s a blessing and a curse.” Julian laughed, “I guess that’s true, not like there’s an actual Queen of Hearts who’d come for our heads. I’m going to pretend I didn’t just walk myself into being called a plantslaughterer and stand by my complete innocence and that the fake plant is still a good gift.” Julian snorted, finding a spot to sit down as Jasmine pointed out the initial lack thereof. “I mean I’m all for a cris cross apple sauce moment, but I’m glad I came after the fact. I can’t really make fun of your undecorated approach — I’ve done nothing to change the 70’s vibes of my place. I didn’t notice until I became a vampire and my senses heightened just how musky it is in that basement apartment. If I didn’t love my landlords and the rent so much, I’d run for the hills.” His nose twitched, Jasmine’s place smelled decidedly more fresh than his. “This is nice, though. What made you make the change from the RV life?”

He blushed a little, brow creasing at his own incoherent babbling, before grinning at the offer. “I could go for a beer,” he said, palming the pocket of his jean jacket to realize he left behind the blood bag he scored from his sire earlier that week. He’d have to wait until going home for a proper vampire drink, but he could still pretend to enjoy the human stuff. “I don’t want to be dramatic. And hey now! I was a choir boy, I’ve got the voice of an angel!” At least, he could definitely hold a tune. Watching with bright eyes as she opened a beer on the edge of the counter — he wanted to try it, but he was sure his newfound supernatural strength would just cause a big mess — his expression switched to confusion at the mention of the paper. “Uh, no?” Should he have? “Why, what’s going on?” It was typical for Julian to be a bit slow on the news, but he’d also been blissfully ignorant of the world outside of his new sorta girlfriend and the joy of starting a new romantic relationship. He was swiftly distracted by the news of an adoption. “Co-parenting a puppy? That’s rad — what is puppy’s name?” He glanced around the apartment curiously, “Does this dog stay here or exclusively with Nico?” He not so subtly wished to meet the dog. “Personally, given everything, I think you being the grim reaper is comedic genius, but also it’s a cool look. And… it’s not big or dramatic, it’s good news, it’s…”

He sighed before a small but warm smile spread over his lips. “I’ve started seeing someone. Someone who is really great, and who I just really adore and care about. And the reason I’m kinda nervous to talk about this is because, well…” Better just say it. “I’m dating your little sister.” He paused a second, trying to gauge her reaction before just rambling on, “We’ve been seeing each other since, like… late summer, but we recently talked through our feelings and I really like Briar. A lot. And I don’t want things to be weird between us or something because I’m dating your sister, so I wanted to tell you about it. I hope you’re okay with it, because I would get it if it’s kinda weird for you. I mean, I’d find it awkward if you had ever dated either of my brothers, but we both know they’re kinda douchey so I wouldn’t ever expect it.” He shrugged. “Oh you don’t have to give me the like ‘big sister talk’ — Poppy already threatened my life… and offered protection, which caught me off guard. It was a weird night.” He paused and let out a breath, “Are we cool?”

“You're suck a dork," Jas mumbled out. The corner of her lips tilting up all the same. "Though seeing how we're not in Wonderland, I'm pretty sure we're safe from having to participate in any unbirthday celebrations. And mhm, keep telling yourself that, Plantslaughterer," She teased, rolling her eyes lightly over at the thought of Julian running around looking for a plant he had misplaced. "You should have seen it a week ago. We didn't even have a place to sit. If you had swung by, I would have had to offer you a seat on the floor," She mused. Her and Efe had been slow to unpack, but at least her roommate seemed to be similar to her in the sense that neither of them were much of decorators. That was more Briar's thing than hers and Briar had already swung by talking through all of the changes she was going to make on Jas' behalf.

"Uh huh. Welp, while you're out here trying to form coherent sentences, I'm going to get a drink. You want a beer or something?" She offered up, seeing that beer was one of the only beverages she could offer Julian besides Efe's fruit infused water. The living room wasn't the only part of her apartment that was minimalistic or empty, whichever adjective you'd prefer to use. "Oh god, Chandler. If you want to be dramatic just say so. I really do not need to hear you think sing," She groaned out as she grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracking it open on the corner of the counter top. Only at the mention of what was new with her, Jasmine tensed. "You haven't seen the paper?" She slowly asked. There was a reason she had been hulled up in her apartment for the past two days and that was because of one man whose name was all anyone could seem to talk about after the article of his jailbreak was announced. "But, um, Halloween was good? Nico and I adopted a dog and I went as a grim reaper which is either really fitting or offensive given what recently happen, but your turn. What's your big dramatic news?"

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🎨Colours of Your Destined Person💐🌷🌻—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Love? Hate? Peace? Hot? Cold? Poison? Passion? Affection, baby~

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Pile 1 – Dreamy Protector

when they’re in love – 10 of Wands Rx

Your Destined Person is such a dreamer. When they’re in love, they forget life’s duties and focus on the cotton candy feelings blooming in their heart. They’re the type that thinks non-stop about the person they’re in love with. Imagining all kinds of cute scenarios, the future, the little gestures, words (said and unsaid!), the colour of the sky. Head in the clouds type of person.

Even so, they’re cautious and they approach the person they like with a lot of consideration. They’re very kind and patient. They want to get to know you slowly, but wholly. Like, your favourite cake or ice cream flavour, the music you listen to, what allergies you have😅; they want to know your mind, background and will gauge your character😝They want to make sure they’ve fallen head over heels for someone who’s just as kind as themselves!

It's important for them to do that because they’ve also been hurt quite a bit in life. Not necessarily romantically. But this is someone who’s seen the uglier nature of humans and they just don’t want to be taken advantage of. They’re someone who cares about the little details of the person they’re in love with and will also take care of the little things for that person. Very responsible and mature.

VIBE: THURSDAY by GOT7

when they get jealous or upset ;) – 10 of Pentacles

In all honesty, your Destined Person could be a little smothering to say the least👻They could be quite…naggy…? I mean, motherly?😜So the funny thing is, when they’re upset with you because they’re somehow jelly (whatever the cause/scenario might be) they become super protective, annoyingly attentive, and may even over-shower you with gifts and take you out on more dates. Maybe even expensive dates🤣

Their love language is gift and attention, so when they’re jealous, they just amp that volume up🤷🏻‍♀️Kinda childish, all things considered. But hey, look at the bright side. At least they’re not the type to play hot and cold, or leave you hanging and silent-treating you, none of that confusing passive-aggressive bullshit.

When they’re jealous, they wanna get closer to you. They’ll send more texts asking if you’re alright, how’s your day been and all that. When they’re upset, they still wanna communicate with you, that’s why they take you out on dates so you get a chance to talk more. As silly they could be at times, it's kinda heartwarming🥺

VIBE: Somebody! by Loco & Hwasa

when they’re with YOU~ – Knight of Pentacles

First of all, your Destined Person is not exactly the type that knows how to express their feelings verbally. If they could be more honest, they want you to know that you make everything in the world worthwhile for them. It could be that they’d prayed for you for quite some time. You remind them of all that could be good about this world. Because, you make them feel… young but at the same time, more adult, more responsible.

Your Destined Person is generous and has a big heart. After knowing each other for quite a while, they wouldn’t mind hearing all about your past—even traumatic past (if you had one). They want to know where you came from and what’s made you the wonderful person they fell in love with.

Although they could be quite smothering (in the beginning) they eventually learn about freedom (from you). They’ll realise they want to take care of you in the way that suits you! They’re sensitive, considerate, respectful like that; and you’re so wonderful to them they'd do anything to please you. They’re the type that endeavours to make everything in your world OK. They want to be your HERO~

VIBE: Need To Know by Jay Park

Their Inner World🔻💚

who they are with themselves – Gold Geographer (John Dee)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Intellect

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Pile 2 – Devoted Maniac

when they’re in love – 7 of Wands Rx

WOW, your Destined Person is not the type to ‘fall in love’ easily. This person is probably psychic and it’s like, they’re looking for The One. It’s been like that since they were young. Whether or not your person is traditionally spiritual, they’re guided by their Soul. They know they have a soulmate, a divine counterpart—a destined person—who’s just for them.

Highkey they look for you in every person they’ve ever had a crush on—even a mini crush. And if they’re young, they may not even be consciously aware that they’re searching for you. But because of this, they’ve always had rather specific requirements. People might even tell them that what they’re looking for in a person is unrealistic because they’re too specific. Little do others know, they’re describing you~🤭

When they’re in love though, this can be a bit of an obsessive person. They don’t think about other people, aren’t interested; they have eyes only for the person who’s totally caught their attention. They’re a devoted person, intense and charismatic. Chances are, they have Scorpio influences. And… they can be a bit (a lot) selfish, too😝Pssst... they'll recognise you in an instant in a crowd of grey-suited individuals🧵🪡🧶

VIBE: FOCUS ON ME by Jus2

when they get jealous or upset ;) – IX The Hermit

Whether your Destined Person is an extrovert or introvert, they have a tendency of wanting to be alone. Especially when they’re super duper upset. They need the time and space to gather and sort out the shit on their mind. Pretty mature, if you think about it. But sometimes they go too far and… they dwell too long in negative thoughts and feelings.

They’re not great with expressing verbally emotions that eat them up from the inside. And because they don’t want to hurt other people’s feelings, even when they’re upset with you because they’re jealous (whatever the reason/scenario may be) they choose to hold back from saying anything and would rather disappear into the void.

In that miserable aloneness they think non-stop about the words they want you to hear. Words like: but you���re The One for me; don’t you see you belong with me?; why can’t I be the coolest person in your eyes?; there’s no one else like me, just look at me!; haven’t you seen me in your dreams?; I’ve seen you in mine that’s why I know you’re MY destined one now look at me and be with me!😅

VIBE: IN THIS WORLD feat. Sakamoto Ryuichi by MONDO GROSSO

when they’re with YOU~ – 2 of Pentacles Rx

‘You’re beyond compare.’ ‘Nothing and no one else catches my attention the way you’ve brought me to my knees.’ ‘I’d do anything in my power to serve, please you.’ ‘I live for you; I exist for you alone.’ ‘You’re forever irreplaceable.’ ‘I plead you, don’t ever leave me alone in this graveyard of a world.’🪢

Your Destined Person, as you can see, is an intense and strange person. They’re unique and kinda have a world of their own. A creative, passionate individual. When they’re with you, just by your sheer presence all of those qualities seem to get amplified. It’s intense; so obsessed; like they’re possessed. What they feel for you can often be menacing for themselves. Feelings most people aren’t familiar with, let alone know how to handle well.

At some point, this person might try to distance themselves from you. They’re kinda freaked out by the intensity of their own emotions and don’t want you to think less of them because of what they themselves perceive as them being silly, crazy even. They think there’s something wrong with them, although they blame you for causing it, too. Still, this person is your The One; they’re devoted and loyal and couldn’t bring themselves to love you less. When they return to you, they’ll be begging on their knees🙇🏻

VIBE: Take Me by Miso; Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze

Their Inner World🔻🧡

who they are with themselves – Silver Magus (Merlin)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Fertility

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Pile 3 – Cosmic Lover

when they’re in love – 0 The Fool Rx

Since the day your Destined Person was born, they have always known what Love is supposed to be and look like. This is someone serious who will not play around. For them, Love is sacred. In romance, too, whatever conveniences might be at stake, if it isn’t Love it’s not worth a goddamn dime. They know how to break a connection almost in an instant.

When they came into this world, they already knew they’re meant to meet someone special (ahem! you!) so… as wise they may appear to be, they kind of have this frantic feeling of needing to find someone. They may have had a lot of crushes their entire life—every one of those crushes holding a puzzle piece that resembles YOU🧩Guiding them towards understanding who you are and what you look like in this incarnation.

You made a promise to find each other in this life. They vowed to love and have children with you. A major mission behind your incarnations. The bloodline created from their union with you will leave a lasting impact in the world. You’re meant to have an amazing ride in this Matrix.

Call them naughty but, your Destined Person is a major tease. They can, and know how to, drive you mad with just their enigmatic gaze. They leave you breathless and you’re thrilled non-stop! Consider yourself warned🤭This is someone mega HOT. And possessive. And territorial.

VIBE: Naughty by Red Velvet IRENE & SEULGI

when they get jealous or upset ;) – 3 of Wands Rx

In spite of the tons of crushes, your Destined Person really hasn’t dated that many times before you. So they can’t really deal with the complex, negatively polarised emotions that come with being romantically attracted to someone. When jealous, they might even resort to anger outbursts. Not that they mean to behave like that, though. They’re just hopeless.

A bit childish. Indeed, they’re lacking experience in this aspect of life; you know, romance. But also, they don’t like losing. The idea that you might be more attracted to someone else burns them to the core of their being. I think it’s because they also know from the Soul level that you belong with them. So like, ‘What’s the deal with you paying more attention to someone who’s not me?!’ kind of attitude. Sounds like major Fire (Aries, Leo, Sag) influences.

Their entire sense of self relies on you devoting yourself to them. But this is a wise person, they eventually learn to transcend their self-esteem issues and become confident in what and who they are as a person. But they do need a lot of attention and affection from you because they’re clingy as fuck!👻

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when they’re with YOU~ – 10 of Cups

Above everything else, they feel safe when they’re with you. You are everything they’ve ever dreamt of (obvi!) and they’re glad, and grateful. To them, you’re the whole package. God’s most precious gift. They want to cherish you, cook for you, take care of you in every way. They want to make your world OK as you’ve made theirs.

Even so, your Destined Person is afflicted with an inexplicable sorrow. They somehow feel like the time they spend with you is never enough. Like everything is just a fleeting dream that could dissolve at any minute. The time they share with you feels unreal no matter how long you’ve been together. Like at any time, it could all just be taken away from them.

Their heart is always tender when they’re with you. It is surely happiness, gladness, but also poignant sweetness. Even as time passes, this person never reduces their gentle affection towards you. For as long as you know them, they’ll always be the same♥️They could have more than one child with you~

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who they are with themselves – Green Magus (John Dee)

how they deal with other people – Priestess of Magick

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning. 

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing. 

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

Then the context clues hit her, his hoodie, his toddler son was also in a little Yankees hoodie that matched his fathers and Aubrey googled quickly.

Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

Harry was currently tucking an applesauce pouch between his lips and guiding the boy's small hands to hold it for himself.

“Good job,  ,” He murmurs in the dead quiet waiting room as he tucks him further into the crook of his arm.

Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing  a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

-

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office. 

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention. 

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe. 

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play. 

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

--

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square. 

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code. 

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles. 

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms. 

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob. 

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads. 

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

 “He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.” 

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”  

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

-

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

-

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

 Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him. 

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

--

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor. 

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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[emmyrosee]

okay first request to Emmy, kinda nervous:

I’m 22, she/her, painfully straight and I’ve been in 2 major relationships throughout my entire life. The last one left me in pretty bad ruins + any talking stage after that with other people brought me deeper in despair. As I’m healing and learning and overall recovering from the burden of failed relationships, I notice that I now have a hard time accepting and giving into genuine/non-sexual physical touches. How do you think Ushijima and/or Iwaizumi would react to this….?

P/s: I love ur content so so SO MUCH!!! 🫶🏼🤧💞

Okay. First of all. FirST OF ALL- I love you ❤️

Secondly, there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with anything you just said, and if any one wants to make you feel as such, they’re losers who eat their boogers okay? Like. No. Ew. Your pace is valid, and I’ll scream it from the rooftops.

Thirdly!!! I’m glad you love my content, and thank you endlessly for supporting it 🥺❤️

Ushijima is a gentleman, through and through. For as oblivious to anyone having feelings for him that he is, there’s a tenderness with anyone he cares heavily for, be it a friend, or a significant other.

All his touches are genuine. He starts slow, he doesn’t want you to feel worried for his true feelings being anything less than love, and it starts extremely gentle; subtly reaching for your fingers to hold, a good morning text each and every morning, walking you to your door step and letting you decide if you want to kiss him.

And of course it comes up now and again, everyone had insecurities and fears, and when you express these to him- be it he’s moving far too fast or a little too slow- he adjusts them. He just nods and says “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You hold the reigns here. And I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.”

Iwaizumi isn’t much different; he’s just easier to gauge how you feel easier, and there’s a lax, confident feeling just by being around him.

He’s always touching you. Some how. Some way. His fingers are laced with yours, or his arm tossed around your shoulders, or he’s holding your purse, or when you’re cuddling, his nose nudges against your cheek when he’s too shy to tell you he loves you. He just loves to be near you and give you all of his affection.

He’s playful, and roughhousing is just as such and he keeps it as such. He knows your boundaries, he keeps his paws from your zones until you’re ready- but he will still absolutely pounce on you to beat you up with a pillow I mean come on, it’s Hajime here-

He’s just. He’s so good. He never expects anything from you, be it sexual or otherwise. He pays for dates, he opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, he texts you every morning to see how you slept, and he loves your soul with every bit of his beating heart.