#rabat sos

[singingcicadas]

The delightful enigma that's idw Soundwave - I feel like he's a hopeless nose of wax who exists in a constant pendulum-like state getting pulled in whichever direction his various bosses wants to go because everything he does - all his beliefs and actions and all the "freedom and equality" stuff he waxes poetic about - is so inherently contradictory that it's insane.

He'll say stuff like this:

And then also stuff like this:

What even is his definition of equality? Everyone above myself should be equal (except megatron ofc), everyone below myself should know their place?

This is him:

And this is also him:

While the order he gave Ravage on the Lost Light is:

(So much for loyalty lol, it only applies to Megatron)

He says he wants peace (i.e. the thing Megatron surrendered to achieve and the thing he hates Megatron for):

But apparantly peace doesn't apply to making peace with the Autobots and he just wants to continue the Autobot-Decepticon war with Earth as a resource base so what even is the difference:

He says this:

But then he follows Galvatron (yes he knows Galvatron was behind the Deceptigod thing that screwed them over):

Who does this:

And Soundwave's just like whoa calm down not now

Through the ex-rid issues he makes like five different proclaimations about what the Decepticon cause is. Really conflicting guy with constant 180 turnarounds, whose only consistent worldview can probably be boiled down to this one line👇

[moonshynecybin]

I was watching an old press conference recently I couldn’t tell you which one I’ve forgotten it’s from 2013 or 14 but Marc like strokes vale’s head and I had to pause and go wtf what is happening why are you doing this Marc are you trying to get caught like insanity he had no chill.

laguna seca post race 2013

[doncorleonh3]

If you hear people from my past speak of me. Keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know any more.

[rapha-reads]

Trying to buy yarn in this city is an epic quest. Unless I want to go explore the medina, and I ain't got no time for that, there's one place in the New town that sells wool for knitting that a friend recommended. I went yesterday with her at around 5pm and the place was closed, because this is Morocco and fat chance in hell little independent shops have official and reliable opening hours, my friend tried to call the shop owner but they didn't answer. I'm back today, it's a quarter to 3pm, and the car parking guard told me they'll open at 3. But there ain't no guarantee they'll do tho. So here I am sitting on a bench in front of the shop waiting.

Man I just went some new balls of yarn so I can start a new knitting project, how is that too much to ask.

[42bakery]

My WSBK pundits are so obssess with Tito. The way they talk about him you'll expect Tito to be fighting for his championship and not for his life

[muirneach]

i’m not watching any tennis rn but this is great we have the geneva AND the lyon AND the strasburg finals all happening at the same time

[beanxiv]

how is morocco !

very hot.

[jesterlaughingstock]

I fucked up my sleep pattern so bad that its curently 5 am, i havent been able to sleep a single fucking wink and i have an exam in 8 hours

[changbunnies]

Revelation (18+)

♡ Pairing: Vampire Priest!Jeongin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: very loosely inspired by midnight mass (tv), horror themes, vampire / human relationship, smut, possibly dead dove? read the warnings carefully and come to ur own conclusion on what you're willing to read before engaging pls :')

♡ Word Count: 4k

♡ Summary: The suspiciously young and extremely handsome priest of your small-town church has a very big secret– and it's not until he's sinking his fangs into your neck that you discover what exactly that secret is.

♡ General Warnings: usage of typical vampire abilities (increased senses, strength, etc), descriptions of blood, religious themes (specifically catholicism focused), references to religious guilt + shame, reader does not trust jeongin at all (for good reason lol), very blatant manipulation, cult vibes? jeongin basically has the whole town under his thumb so. do with that what you will lol

♡ Smut Warnings: dubcon, vampire venom that acts as an aphrodisiac, sexual acts inside a church (specifically in a confessional booth), some gendered language (dirty + good girl), dom/sub dynamics, dom!jeongin, biting + blood drinking, thigh riding, fingering (f rec), a lil bit of praise kink, corruption kink?

♡ Notes: this is possibly niche but well. the vampire priest concept lives rent free in my head thanks to midnight mass, and innie said he wanted to be a priest + he'd definitely be a sexy vampire so here we are lmao. and sorry i'm suddenly posting out of age order for my late kinktober fics but i ended up finishing this before the other members i still have left :')

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

There's something that isn't right about your local church's head priest. Firstly, his age doesn't make sense; who on God's green earth becomes a priest in their 20s?

At least, you assume that's around how old Father Yang, who notably prefers to be called Jeongin, is– you've never been told, and you've never asked, but he certainly doesn't look any older than that.

Secondly, why are his sermons always at night? In all the towns you've ever lived in, in all the churches you've ever frequented, this is the first time you've ever experienced your standard, weekly Sunday service routinely happening at 9 p.m.

And thirdly, why is it that everyone who meets with him for confession comes back looking delirious and.. euphoric, almost? You don't get it– sure, confessing your sins is freeing; asking for and receiving God's forgiveness is among the best feelings that can be experienced if you're a devout believer, but still.

Something about all of it just doesn't sit right with you– and to make matters worse, you seem to be the only person in town suspicious of him. You're new to town, have only been here a handful of months, so you get it– you're the outsider, you don't know him like they do, et cetera, et cetera.

But how can not a single other person in town be bothered by how strange it all is? There has to be an explanation– you don't know what it is, and you don't know why you're the only one who seems to care, but there must be a reason.

It's Sunday again, and you spend the entire sermon watching Jeongin like a hawk, trying to catch any sign as to what it is about him that has all these people so enraptured. And while it's not necessarily wrong for him to be, another thing that strikes you is that he's easily the most casually dressed yet stylish priest you've ever met.

He wears the standard clergy vest and rabat, as he should, but over it is a leather jacket, and he wears denim blue jeans instead of dress pants. His shoes are sleek and polished, he has pretty, ornate rings decorating his fingers, has expertly styled slicked hair and silver earrings dangling from his pierced ears.

Again, it's not necessarily wrong, but it's definitely something you wouldn't think a priest's Sunday best would entail. And maybe that's only because the priests in your life have only ever been old, and didn't put much thought into style, but maybe that's what people like about him?

Maybe it makes him seem more down to earth and approachable; maybe it's easier to confess your sins when, outstanding devotion to God aside, he seems like as ordinary a person as any other. Of course, that's logically always the case, but some priests have an intimidating "holier-than-thou" attitude about them, and it certainly helps Jeongin's case that he seemingly makes an effort to not give off that vibe.

And admittedly, he's charming– there's something so uniquely handsome about the way he smiles while preaching God's word, how his eyes twinkle while he recites a scripture and relates it back to a point he made several minutes prior; you can't deny that it's enthralling.

But when he looks over the attendees lined in the pews, it always feels like he's looking straight through you, seeing to the depths of your soul and laying it bare. It gives you chills, honestly; makes you feel exposed in a way that's indescribable; like with a glance alone, he knows all your secrets, your every sin, down to their most minute details.

It's near midnight when his sermon ends; you stay seated in the backmost pew to the left, brows furrowed as everyone shakes his hand or hugs him, thanking him for another "terrific service." It's so bizarre– and it's not until the last of the congregation exits the small, wooden church that you begin to rise from your seat.

Though you're sure the church carries electricity and that the lights can be flicked on, the priest never does so– he always uses candles, casting a warm yellow glow on the dingy, white wood of the walls. It casts more shadows, gives the place an almost unsettling air– and when he turns to you, just as he's closing the Bible in his hand and setting it down, it sends a shiver through you.

"You're still here," Jeongin smiles at you from where he stands before the altar, centralized at the head of the church. It's a kind enough one, but you don't trust it; you can't shake the feeling that something lies beneath it– something abberant and dark that you can't place, but are certain is there.

"Do you wish to confess?" he asks, motions to the confessional booth with his hand as he tilts his head. "No," you answer, perhaps too quickly– and his smile grows ever so slightly, as if he's amused. At least, that's how you perceive his expression; and it makes you narrow your eyes at him, the distrust that radiates off you certainly palpable.

Your opinion of him is no secret, really; and he can tell you're scrutinizing him, trying to catch him in whatever act you think he's playing– it won't work, but it does humor him that you're trying. He doesn't know what sort of wild conclusions you've come to about him, but if you see anything, it'll be because he himself wanted you to see it– until then, you won't learn a single thing about who he truly is.

"Is there a reason you're still here then?" Jeongin questions next, and you swallow, hesitant to answer. Admittedly, you only stuck around in case someone did decide to go confess to him– you intended to eavesdrop, to try to listen in and find out what's really going on behind closed curtains.

It would've been massively immoral, but you would've confessed and asked for forgiveness later– privately, that is. You have no intention of seeking the Father's help in such matters, given how little trust you have towards him.

But still, despite the fact that you were willing to sneak around and listen to private conversations, you aren't entirely willing to lie in the house of God– so after some internal grappling with yourself on what you should and shouldn't do in this position, on what is right and wrong, you end up admitting the truth.

"I don't trust you," you tell Jeongin plainly, and you can swear you see him trying to suppress a smirk.

"I'm aware," he says, so matter of fact that it almost sends you reeling. And it's not that you were so disillusioned into thinking you weren't being obvious; you know very well that you weren't being the most covert in your suspicion of him– it's how unbothered and amused by it he seems to be that really gets you.

Shouldn't he be offended? Question your reasoning? Try immediately to dispel your doubts and clear up any misconceptions you may have? Instead, he seems more than ready to just accept it for what it is– even seems entertained by it.

"Does it not bother you that I don't trust you?" you ask, and he almost laughs as he shakes his head. "No. There's no reason for it to," he answers simply; and before you can ask why, or what he means, he's already answering– you suspect he could already tell you were going to press him on the matter.

"God teaches us to love one another. So even if you do not love me, or trust me, I love you, just as God instructs me to," Jeongin smiles as he speaks, and again, your brows furrow. It's a perfect answer, really– but it feels.. inorganic, almost rehearsed.

And the glimmer in his eye throws you off; it doesn't feel like the pure, honest delight you'd see on a priest putting God's word into practice. It feels mischievous, deceitful– like he doesn't believe an ounce of what he's saying, but he wants you to believe that he does.

"I know what you're thinking," he says, and you swallow, stiffening where you stand as he continues, "And if you really want to know what goes on during confession, want to see for yourself what it is I do to help the people who look to me, I can show you."

If you're being entirely honest, the offer is tempting; and strangely, it also makes you feel.. bad, almost– makes you second guess yourself. Because if he's freely offering like this, surely it can't be whatever you've been making it out to be in your head.

There's no way he'd out himself, and whatever it is he does, just to gain the trust of one person out of hundreds who doesn't believe his pure intentions. And maybe the other townsfolk really do trust him for good reason; maybe you've just been examining the situation and looking at Jeongin and the church in the wrong light.

Maybe you've been blowing everything out of proportion with obscene assumptions, and maybe he really is just a good priest. Maybe he makes you feel so seen, heard, and whole, that all your worldly problems melt away, feel trivial and light in comparison to God's plan for you.

Because after all, you are the outlier here. You're the only one in the whole town that doesn't trust him; and surely that means you're the one in the wrong. Jeongin does things differently than you're used to, but that doesn't mean he's inherently bad. And maybe you should confess– ask God to forgive you for not being receptive to the word of one of His servants.

Jeongin smiles when you concede and start to slowly step your way to the confessional. You pull back the curtain, step inside and prepare to sit in the small, wooden booth seat, but you quickly realize he's followed you inside. You gasp as you turn around, back pressing against the intricately carved hardwood window of the booth as he closes you in.

"Sh-Shouldn't you be on the other side?" you ask, much too meek for your liking. It's a cramped fit given that the booth is only meant to fit a single person on either side at a time; it makes you unconsciously hold your breath as you're effectively caged inside the booth with him– nowhere to go, and nothing you can do but stare at him, bewildered.

"No," he answers as quick and simple as before, his smile once again growing ever so slightly. And maybe you could push him, try to dart past him if you manage to successfully make him topple back, but you feel frozen– because even in the dark, barely lit confessional you're in, you're certain that you see his dull canines become long, pearly white fangs.

"Don't worry, it will only hurt for a second," he assures you as he brings his hands to your arms, gripping them just below your shoulder as he leans towards you. You shudder, his breath fanning your ear as he inches towards your neck, "but after that– it's bliss."

You feel the sharp points of his teeth poke at your skin, and it makes you gasp as your head tilts to the side, making room for him to sink his fangs into your flesh. Instinctively, your hands search for something to grab; you end up reaching for his shoulders, twisting your hands in his leather jacket to ground yourself as his sharp teeth pierce into your neck.

Your legs wobble, and he forces one of his own between your thighs, uses it to keep you upright as he drinks from you. And there is pain, but it really is only for a second, just like he said it’d be– within seconds it melts away, and oh, you instantly understand.

It’s much, much more than bliss– it’s ecstasy, it’s rhapsody, it’s the greatest pleasure you’ve ever felt. Spreading from your neck to every last nerve ending in your body, every atom of your body becomes alight with euphoria as his bite sends tingles throughout you, raising goosebumps along your skin.

You cry out, an embarrassingly loud sound that you barely recognize as your own voice as one of your hands finds its way to his head. Your fingers thread into his hair, hold him to your neck as if you don't want him to ever separate from you– and to be fair, maybe you don't.

It feels so good, so exhilarating, intoxicating, that you almost don't want the sensation to ever end. Jeongin meanwhile lets out delighted hums, eventually slowly retracting his fangs to latch his lips around the sensitive, bruising skin, his tongue lapping away at the blood that pours from the two little marks left behind.

The beating of your heart quickens, breaths quickly growing labored as the inexplicable want continues to seep into your veins. Your thighs tremble as tension builds deep in your gut, and they try to press together to seek relief, but Jeongin's leg stays firmly nestled between yours, preventing it.

And were you not so utterly blissed out, maybe the incessant, desperate throbbing of your pussy would make you feel ashamed– but all you can think about is the deep seated desire overtaking every receptor, every tiny cell, every molecule within you, as if the very chemistry that makes up your being has been altered for Jeongin alone.

Unable to resist, you rut against his thigh, entirely shameless and feverish– because it's all you have access to, all you can do to relieve the growing ache between your legs. It’s sinful, your growing lust is– and the last place you should ever be doing this is inside of a church; but you’re too far gone to care, too gripped by the need for stimulation.

Jeongin lets go of your arms, reaches between your bodies to hike up your church gown, giving you easier access to his lean, muscular thigh. He’s gracious, tugs your soaked panties to the side so your clit can catch on the denim of his jeans– and the delicious friction makes you moan for him, loud and sweet. 

He pulls away from your neck to watch your desperate humping, eyes gleaming with mischievous satisfaction as he watches you pleasure yourself on his thigh. His eyes are perfectly adapted to seeing in the low light, and so he can easily see every little detail of you– from the mess your pussy leaves behind on his jeans, to the sweat beginning to drip down your temple, to the trembling of your bottom lip before you tuck it between your teeth. 

And when he smiles at you now, it’s like the fox that got the rabbit; even in the extremely dim candle light you can see the way your blood coats his lips, messily dripping from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. His dark eyes are gleaming– because he has you ensnared, and you both know there’s no going back. 

You untangle your fingers from his hair, and you watch as he reaches for your falling hand, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to his mouth. He holds your gaze as he kisses over the pulsing vein, and it makes your breath hitch, the blood on his mouth smearing over the surface of your skin, staining it crimson. 

“Should I bite you here too?” he asks, placing another kiss over your vein before he shoots you a grin full of fang, “you’re so delicious– I want to taste you even more.” You gasp and squirm as Jeongin presses the tips of his bared fangs against your skin– not quite biting just yet, but it’s enough to spread another wave of tingles over your body. 

“Yes, bite me, please!” you cry, voice almost frantic in its urgency– and you can see the corners of Jeongin’s lips twisting into a devious smile before he’s obliging, burying his fangs deep into your wrist within an instant. You wince, your fingers clenching as he squeezes your wrist in his hand, keeping it tightly pressed to his mouth. 

And just as before, within seconds the sharp sting dulls and ebbs into incomparable pleasure, goosebumps spreading over every inch of your heated skin. Faintly, you can see your blood dribble past his lips, slowly flowing down the length of your forearm before it drips to the floor of the booth. 

You can just barely see his tongue licking over his bite, doing his best to collect all the blood that spills from you, and it's mesmerizing– especially when he brings his fingers to your arm to swipe up what his tongue misses. Your stomach flutters as you watch him separate from your wrist and bring his bloodied fingers to his mouth; they're so long, so pretty and enticing– you want them.

Jeongin can see it in your eyes– how brazenly you stare at his fingers, how your eyes follow every move he makes with them. You're still panting, sweating, chest heaving from the exertion, but the rutting of your hips has faltered; and he grins as he gazes at you. You're once again left with the feeling that he sees through you– that all it takes is a glance for him to know everything you're thinking.

"You want them? Want me to stuff your cunt full with my fingers? Make you cum all over them?" he asks, entirely rhetorical; he already knows the answer. And he likes the way you writhe over the question, how you gasp over the sinful words he so freely spills in such a sacred place, your ears positively burning.

Even if your face didn't obviously show your desires, you don't think you'd be able to deny them; you've never wanted anything as badly as you want this, want him. It should make your gut twist with shame, because deep down you know this is wrong, know that you shouldn't want him to touch you as badly as you do– but the craving for Jeongin to bring you pleasure is almost primal, so deep and innate that your rational mind can't even hope to fight against it.

Slowly, almost playfully, he trails his fingertips over your thigh, and the anticipation is enough to make you unconsciously hold your breath. "You're so fucking messy," Jeongin says as he brushes his fingers over your soaking, sensitive clit, "so wet– you're a dirty girl, huh?"

You want to whine, want to shake your head and vehemently deny that you're dirty, attest to being a good, honest, and God fearing– but you're so overcome with your desire for him to touch you, that you don't. Instead you agree, concede that you are dirty, and messy, and that you want him more explicitly than you feel your own words could ever attest.

How easily you agree to being dirty seems to please him– and with a light chuckle, he slips his hand further down while carefully removing his leg from between your thighs. You wobble a bit when the support of his leg is gone, but he's quick to wrap an arm around you to hold you, effortlessly keeping you upright with the strength innate to who, or rather what, he is.

The cool, silver band that he wears on his pinky makes you jolt when it touches your feverishly hot thigh, and he chuckles again as he spreads your folds with his fingers. You're dripping for him, so slick with arousal that it hardly takes any effort at all for Jeongin's fingers to become coated with your juices.

You rock your hips against his hand, wordlessly begging him to give you what it is you crave most. "Oh look at you, so impatient, so desperate," he laughs as he presses the pads of his fingers to your hole, delighting in the way you look at him with glassy eyes and pinched brows.

It's obscene how badly you want him; you've never felt this needy, never been rendered so desperate for stimulation– and you're in a confessional of all places. This is the very last place on earth you should feel this way, or be doing something like this, and yet the shame you should feel is far from your mind– because all you can think about is your need for his beautiful fingers to fill you up and dull the throbbing ache between your legs.

Jeongin coos when you start to beg for his fingers, a rambling string of "please," and "want it, want you," and "need it so bad." You can tell how much satisfaction it gives him, and if your mind weren't so hazy from desire you'd certainly feel embarrassment build and twist from deep in your gut– but any such feelings are silenced by your body's need for his touch, by your craving for the sensations that only he can grant you.

It takes your breath away when he easily sinks two fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out slowly until he curls and bends them to find the spot that makes you see stars. "That's it, there you go," he grins when he finds it. He watches your eyes roll back, your hands clutching at his jacket as he continues to press the tips of his fingers into your most sensitive spot.

He returns to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin and nipping it with sharp teeth before he kisses and licks over the bruises he leaves behind. He applies pressure to your swollen clit with his thumb while relentlessly targeting your spot, an easy task for him thanks to the length of his fingers, and his hold on you tightens when the shaking in your legs grows more intense.

You're so, so close, and Jeongin can tell too– not just from how your pussy pulses and squeezes around his fingers, but because he can hear the loud, erratic thumping of your heart, as well as the rush of blood pulsing in your veins. "C'mon, let go– cum, you can do it, cum for me," he urges, speaking softly against the shell of your ear while swirling his thumb over your clit.

"There you go, good girl, just like that," he praises as you string out a loud succession of whimpers, your thighs closing tight around his hand as your high finally takes you. Your world feels like it’s spinning, your heartbeat ringing in your ears as you ride out your high, your release gushing messily around his fingers.

His hand stays in place until your thighs untense, and he’s careful as he slips his fingers out of you, though you can’t help but shiver and whine from the sensitivity regardless. You're unsteady on your feet following your orgasm, but Jeongin makes sure you don't fall over; he keeps his grip on your firm, carefully helps you turn away from where you were pressed against the carved window to sit in the booth's only seat.

He wipes the sweat from your forehead after you sit, leans down to fix and smooth over the skirt of your church gown as you try your best to collect your breath and calm your racing heart. He's reverted back to his kindly priest persona it seems– you can tell by the warm smile he offers when you look at him, his sharp fangs fully retracted.

Still, bits of your blood remain smeared over his lips– clear evidence that he isn't the saintly man he portrays himself to be. You watch breathlessly as Jeongin licks the last of it from his lips before he pulls back the curtain of the confessional booth.

He offers you his hand after it seems like you've recovered enough to stand again; your own hand trembles as you accept it, and with his assistance, you rise carefully from your seat.

You're a bit dizzy when you stand, equal parts consequence of blood loss and the euphoria still lingering and tingling in your veins, but you're otherwise steady; and he smiles as he squeezes your hand in his, the other coming to rest on the small of your back as you take your first step out of the booth.

"Come back to confession again sometime," Jeongin says with his characteristically deceitful, charming smile, knowing full well that you will. Humans always find the sensation of his venom irresistible, always become addicted to it once they've felt it– and you'll be no different. "I'll be waiting for you."

[doing-something-unholy]

How collars attach to cassocks

Plus some info on how cassocks work in general

Disclaimer: there is a ton of variation between denominations and time periods, the exact details differ slightly in some styles.

TL;DR: Depending on the priest (or the weather) it'll either be a rabat collar that only extends a few inches under the cassock, or it'll be a neckband collar attached to a shirt under the cassock.

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Im focusing mostly on the type that would be worn with a cassock, but there are regular shirt styles too.

Option 1: A Rabat Collar.

Snaps or buttons to hold it shut in the back (and in some options, to hold it to the collar of the cassock). The one pictured also has snaps to keep the front of the cassock flush to it.

Undershirt optional it seems, because [this bishop] doesn't seem to be wearing one with his.

They also come in a variety of lengths, the shortest go under a cassock, but the longer ones can go under sweaters, suit jackets, etc.

Option 2: A Neckband Shirt

These things have so much variety and so many buttons lmao.

Some of them have the black part of the roman collar built into the shirt, others have it removable entirely.

The removable ones have buttons in the back and front that attach the collarette to the shirt, these buttons usually get hidden under the outermost layer of fabric.

These shirts can be worn by themselves in black, but if they're going under a cassock it's usually white. French cuffs are common on the white ones.

Option 3: Directly Attached?

I didn't find anything specific about this but looking at the screenshot at the very top, it appears some cassocks have button holes to attach the collar band directly. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Cassocks in general:

Typically fitted like a coat in the upper half with enough extra fabric in the skirt to move freely. Using Father David Michael here because he's the first priest I could think of who wears a cassock regularly. Also, based on being able to see down his sleeve on the far left, he's wearing a rabat collar or similar.

The cincture band (called a fascia, or sometimes girdle) is two pieces: a band around the waist and the extra fabric draped over it. This one closes with velcro.

Cassocks traditionally have 33 buttons down the front, symbolic of Jesus's 33 years of life, and are supposed to be fully buttoned all the way down. (I wear mine wrong irl, only buttoned on the upper half because I cannot be assed to get them all lmao) There are 5 buttons on the cuff, symbolic of Jesus's five wounds on the cross (each hand and foot, plus the side wound). [x]

Colors: priests are all black, Monsignors have purple (magenta in my opinion) piping and buttons, and Cardinals have red piping and buttons or a fully red cassock in formal situations.

And yes, they are definitely supposed to be wearing pants under there. Unless... 😏?

[tinydefector]

Heeeey Tiny!

I'm taking up your offer on that perfume request a little over a minute ago.

Quick question. Just how wrecked would you be if you unknowingly used perfume during an event? Like say, the gala with Starscream.

You think the mechs would jump on you the moment the opportunity arises, or would they suffer in silence until you leave oooooooor inevitably enter a secluded closet with a mech intent on getting pounded to oblivion?

Oh! You think if they DID know, but just wanted to be a tease?

I can see Starscream and Galas working out very different ways.

Firstly. If you are completely unaware of the effect it has on cybertronians, you wouldn't even make it to the gala before starscream is undressing you.

But if by chance it's when you get to the gala and you pull out a small little bottle of perfume and apply it you'll have mech left right and centre having their helms snap in your direction trying to figure out where the scent is coming from. Starscream is very quick to hiss as everyone to back off, and they know very well he will fight if it comes down to it. So there are a lot of very horny mechs prowling around the gala waiting for a chance to try and snap you up. Starscream, on the other hand, has a servo clamped on your thigh and keeping you flush against his plating until he can find a chance to make an exist with you.

Starscream's wings flared as the intoxicating scent curled through the air. The cloying perfume of his little consort was turning the collective of mechs into hungry optics behind glasses of high grade, energex, and crystal wines. A dangerous snarl rumbled from the Seeker's engine as he watched them edging ever closer to 'His' human, His plating flared protectively as Rabat leaned in to murmur something oily to him about you.

"Back. Away. Now," Starscream grated through clenched denta, taloned servos clenching tightly on your thigh as ruby optics bore into other members of the council.

Scooping his pet into a protective hold, Starscream bared sharpened denta at the encroaching mechs. "The next mechanism to overstep will learn precisely why the Vosian Senate values its Ariel skills. And why you do not wish to challange a Seeker" His powerful thrusters whistle as they power up. Most of the mechs back down, not wishing to challenge the Chancellor.

He will whisk you away into some back room and pin you up against a wall, lips on your skin the moment you are both alone, he'll let out a loud snarl if anyone tries to enter the room becuase they can smell the perfume. All I can say is you learn your lesson not to put perfume on at Galas or events like this. But every now and then you will sneak it on to watch the way his wings flutter in delight when he catches divine scent of the perfume on your skin. He will glare at you but not say anything. But you know, later that night, you're getting the pounding of your life for teasing him at the gala.

Another scenario is that Starscream gets you to put it on, on purpose becuase he likes tormenting the other mechs at the events, watching them look around paranoid each time he walks past with you perched on his shoulder plating. Sometimes, he will even just turn off his nasal response so he can enjoy the show of watching everyone suffer from the perfume, knowing they can't touch you. And other times, he will see how long he can last before he needs to take you. In conclusion, Starscream is a prick who likes flaunting you in front of other mechs, and then having his way with you after. He's a prick like that, but he's also very attentive lover once you get past that hard exterior of expecting everyone to offline him.

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Valorant Timeline so it's easier for me to write stuff

Official content from social media (TikTok, ig, twitter etc)

Game (maps, voice lines etc)

Cinematics (on YouTube)

Brimstone's office e-mails and voicemails (on the Range)

Not sure where from

My assumptions based on what we have

Before the protocol:

Sabine Callas starts the researches about radianite

The Scions of Hourglass try to kill Sabine

First light, radianite becomes a popular topic of research and energy source and some people become radiants

Kingdom starts building radianite extraction areas, emphasis in Rabat, Morocco and Thimphu, Buthan

Kingdom attempts to build an extraction area in Bahia, Brazil, but is stopped by locals, Tayane Alves included on the group

Kingdom Corporation starts growing a lot and has installations in different locations, emphasis in Tokyo, Japan

In some time, before the game lore and first cinematic, Nora and her children die, Amir al Amari becomes a widow

Before the in game lore:

Creation of the Valorant protocol by Brimstone and Viper

Omen joins the Protocol

Killjoy joins the Protocol as the first sentinel

Cypher joins the Protocol

Sova joins the Protocol as the first initiator

Sage joins the protocol and quickly ascends to second in command after Brimstone

Phoenix joins the Protocol as the first duelist

Jett joins the Protocol

Lucia gets ill, Reyna starts collecting souls to heal her

Reyna joins the Protocol

Raze joins the protocol

Breach joins the Protocol, accepted by Viper, against Brimstone's will

During in game and cinematics lore:

Episode 1, Ignition:

The Valorant Legion (Omega Earth) does its first incursion mission in Alpha Earth, causing the Venice incident, incriminating Jett and Phoenix and causing part of the city to float 300m above the ground

Ascent map creation

Discovery of a Kingdom research installation in an island in Russia, where there is an excavation of a Japanese ship from the Tokugawa era

Icebox map creation

Skye joins the Protocol

Episode 2, Formation:

Ryo Kiritani steals a samurai mask from the ship in Icebox

Yoru joins the Protocol

Astra joins the Protocol

Discovery of an island in Bermuda, where there is an unworking portal

Breeze map creation

First multiple agent mission by the Protocol in Bind, Rabat, Morocco

Killjoy creates the spike defuser

Episode 3, Reflection:

Kay/o is found in Breeze and is recruited by the Protocol

A Kingdom Corporation and Kingdom Industries research installation in New Mexico, USA, researches about transport between the Alpha and Omega Earth

The installation has its generator exploded by gunshot and is destroyed

Brimstone is kidnapped by Vincent Fabron, who chantages Viper to allow him to join the Protocol in order to release Brimstone

Chamber joins the Protocol

Episode 4, Disruption:

Chamber suggests Tala Dimaapi Valdez to Brimstone

Neon joins the protocol

Someone blackmails the agents in the Protocol

We get to know more about their lore

Sova, Neon, Chamber, Breach and Cypher are sent in mission to find the blackmailer

Fade joins the Protocol after she finds that they don't have her missing brother

Raze and Killjoy build together the Maxbot

Episode 5, Dimension:

Killjoy researches about the portals in Breeze to make it possible to travel to the Omega Earth

The Valorant Protocol does it's first incursion mission into the Omega Earth

A life support system in Lisbon, Portugal, on the Omega Earth is discovered by the Protocol

Pearl map creation

Varun Batra is sent in a mission by Realm to recover an artifact and steals said artifact

Batra runs from the authorities and by the Realm, causing disasters on his way

Brimstone helps him scape

Harbor joins the Protocol

Raze and Killjoy are announced to be a couple, the non-confraternization rule is suspended

Raze and Killjoy are the first confirmed queer characters in the game

Episode 6, Revelation (honestly, the one I know less about the lore):

Is discovered by the Protocol the existence of the City of Flowers, India, Omega Earth, where the Multiverse Nexus is located. We're not sure what the Nexus is

Harbor, Astra and Skye are sent in mission to explore the city and the Nexus is activated. We don't know what it did

Lotus map creation

Mateo Armendaríz de la Fuente steals some radivores being researched in a Kingdom installation near his home

Strange things happen on the area

Gekko joins the protocol

Episode 7, Evolution (when I joined the game<3):

Iselin, Anna and Frøya are sent on a mission by Ståljeger with a Kingdom scientist to recover a radivore bear in the Vault in Svalbard, Norway

Frøya and Anna are killed by the radivore during the mission

The bear injuries the scientist and eats Iselin's arm before being anihilated

The scientist also dies from the annihilation

Iselin is traumatized from the radivore attack

Sova rescues Iselin from the Vault

Deadlock joins the Protocol. She has problems getting along with some agents, emphasis on Gekko

Killjoy makes Deadlock a prosthetic arm

Some agents monitor the area around the installation Gekko steal his radivores from and where the Landfall Project is researched

Deadlock, Brimstone, Gekko, Reyna and Sova are sent in mission in the Kingdom research installation in California, USA, after Deadlock declares emergency

There, an interdimensional portal is destroyed, causing a skinhole to open in front of the installation. The scientist there is able to scape Deadlock's annihilation

Sunset map creation

Later, the same scientist and some bodyguards try to recover the research

Zhao Yu Li, aka Dead Lilac, sent by the Scions of Hourglass, kills them

It's revealed the Zhao Yu's next target is Omen

Iso joins the Protocol

Sage, Jett, Viper, Sova and Phoenix are sent in mission in Haven, to prevent the Legion's mission to be successful

Sova dies in mission but is later revived by Sage

The Protocol mission is successful, keeping the Legion from extracting the radianite from the area

Episode 8, Defiance:

Iso attempts to kill Omen but gives up, letting him know the Scions are after him

After the occuring, Omen wants to know more about the Scions and why they wanted him dead

Sova, Omen, Cypher and Iso go in a mission after the Scions lead to find out more about Omen's past

Iso, who hadn't left the Scions yet, leaves

Omen finds out that he used to work for them and was the one sent to kill Sabine, but failed

Omen is eager to find out all he can about the Protocol and temporarily leaves the Protocol

In Edinburg, Scotland, he meets Clove and recommends them to Brimstone

Clove is the first confirmed trans and non binary character in the game

Clove joins the Protocol

After his unsatisfying research, Omen is back to the protocol

Clove lets them know about a library in Jan Mayen, Norway.

Clove, Omen, Viper, Sage and Iso are sent in mission to explore the library

Abyss map creation

Episode 9, Collision:

Some agents are sent to Abyss to explore after the place is cleaned from the Scions

Reyna and Killjoy find out that the radiant history started way before the First Light and is as old as human history

Skye discovers anormal vegetation in the library

We find out the Scions' goal was to keep radiant history and knowledge hidden from the humanity

The Legion starts sending several agents in several missions into the Alpha Earth

Jett had nightmares about her Omega version

Deadlock discovers a containment cell in Abyss

Sova monitors the cell

The prisoner scapes the cell and runs away

Jett, Omen, Chamber and Yoru are sent in mission to recover the prisoner who scaped

Omen asks the prisoner, Vyse, to talk

Vyse joins the protocol

We find out Vyse and Viper have history together

Vyse focuses on getting rid of the Scions, in which she's successful

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan

CHAPTER THREE:

Featuring the Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan

My name is Michael Thomas, and I'm Cardinal Timothy Dolan's lover. If you read the first two installments to this story, you learned that during an interview for the NY Times, I seduced Cardinal Dolan and found in him, after some initial reluctance, a very willing lover. One day I was home, received a telephone call. It was Cardinal Dolan and he asked if come over. He explained that he needed my help on something. I told him I'd be there right away, arriving at his mansion on Madison Avenue 30 minutes later. His receptionist greeted me, told me His Eminence was expecting me and to go right in. I knocked before opening and calling out "Your Eminence… Cardinal Dolan?"

"I'm here. Come on in Michael." Came the reply from his office. I walked in, and there he sat at his huge oak desk wearing a clerical collar with a suitcoat. I was already beginning to tent my jeans.

"Thank you for coming." He said.

I told him it wasn't a problem, and that I'm always here for him. He told me his assistant went home early due to a migraine and needed someone to help him film his segments from his show. And knowing I do something similar, he called me. Of course I agreed to help and got behind the camera and started filming. The whole time I took in his visage, and the lust was coursed through my veins. I knew he was priest. The famous Archbishop of New York, but I wanted him. Bad.

So once we were finished, I walked around to his chair and sat on his lap like I was a little kid. Before he could question this, I kissed him hard on the mouth with a little tongue thrown in. I was hot and raring to go, and sitting in the lap of this man was quite intoxicating to me.

"Michael, not here. What are you thinking?" A surprise Cardinal Dolan said. Despite his protest I could feel the substantial bulge at his crotch. I responded by putting my arms around him and burying my face in his neck. He gasped, and said "What… Martha is right out side… this isn't right."

"Relax Your Eminence, she won't come in unannounced." I said sitting in the archbishop's lap, with my arms around him taking in all of the sensations bombarding my senses. The smell of his after shave-scented skin, the soft yet firm feel of his warm body, the soft wool of the suit he was wearing, and his hard-on poking at my ass. It was all too much as I kissed him hard and placing his hand on my erection.

He quickly directed me to lock the office door. I got up from his lap and did as he asked. I came back and knelt before him in his chair, placing my hands gently on his upper legs and savoring the feel of this beautiful man. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I reached for the bulge in his pants, and he gasped in pure pleasure. I had to have his cock. I reached up and undid the bottom buttons on his clergy rabat. This gave me clear access to his crotch as I ran my hand over the bulge once more noting its size. I then unfastened his pants, unbuttoned the bottom buttons of his dress shirt exposing his belly, reached into his boxers, and extracted my 8 inches long, uncut, and beautiful prize.

Looking at him with eyes filled with love, lust, and longing, while running my hands up and down the shaft of his cock and teasing the head with my thumbs, Cardinal Dolan moaned and shivered. I finally could take no more, darted forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting the precum that was collecting there. I then went down and deep throated him, making him moan again with more intensity. I went down on him with everything I had, sucking as though my life depended on it.

"So… good…" Cardinal Dolan moaned.

I went at this for some time, noting his rapid breathing and increasing excitement. All too soon his cock burst forth with a sizable load, filling my mouth. I was in heaven, and was rewarded with several more sweet spurts of his delicious cream. Cardinal Dolan slumped back in his chair, clearly satisfied as I reached up and worked his balls trying to get every bit.

As I I stood up and jerked my boxer shorts down. My long fat dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. Noting my strong erection, he then reciprocated, going down on it like a seasoned pro as I enjoyed watching this man in his clerical garb on his knees sucking me off. After teasing me and prolonging the excitement, I was desperate to fuck him.

"Take off your pants and underwear. Leave everything else on and bend over your desk." I said as I pulled my cock out of his mouth and pulled him to his feet.

I was never hornier than I was at that time, seeing this man in his clerical shirt and collar bending over his desk bare-assed with nothing else on but socks. I quickly removed my clothes and reached for the lube I kept in case such occasion should arise, and lubed my cock. I then started lubing his hole, putting first one finger, and then two in him. He moaned and shuddered. The time had arrived. I pressed my cock against his hole and slowly pushed in. He gasped and asked me to take it slow. I obliged, giving him time to get used to me before proceeding further. Finally, after some time I was balls deep in the archbishop's ass.

I then began to thrust slowly, eliciting sounds of pleasure. I was ecstatic as I pulled him in close and started to pick up the pace, hearing him gasp. I braced myself against him, and really got into it. He grunted in pure pleasure, and it was fascinating to feel his large body tremble with each thrust. I was consumed with lust, and became an animal. I reached around to find his erect cock, and began stroking it in time with my thrusts. Soon he came, shooting his load on the desk in front of him.

Now wanting to see his face as I fucked him, I pulled out, cleared off the desk, and lifted him on top. I told him to spread his legs and pressed myself between his legs, rubbing my erection against his cock. I was savoring the feel of him, with my arms wrapped around him and my head laying on his shoulder. I told him to wrap his legs around me, and immediately began probing with my fingers and cock for his hole. I found it, and once again penetrated him and began fucking him. His cock had come back to life, poking into my belly. I was more excited than I had ever been as I eagerly thrust into him. He was really gasping and moaning in pure pleasure as I picked up the pace.

"Take me, yes… take me, fuck me harder." Cardinal Dolan moaned.

This was all the invitation I needed as I wrapped my arms around him tighter while fucking him at an increasingly harder pace. It was so erotic, feeling his large solid body tremble with the force of each thrust. It was so erotic, feeling his large solid body tremble with the force of each thrust. He was moaning and babbling incoherently with pleasure, while his cock left trails of precum all over my belly. I continued at this pace for what seemed like eons. I never wanted this to end, ever. However all good things must come to an end, and I exploded inside him. Burst after burst of semen coated his insides and this caused a second orgasm from him, shooting a another load all over my abdomen.

We lay there breathing hard and totally spent, but satisfied.

[brainrotsova]

Notes: I've been fantasizing about this moment quite often and I just had to put out somewhere. Sova content is minimal and you know it's  a 'be the change you want to see in the world' type of deal now hahah.

Summary: A drunk Sova and gn!reader spending time together and eventually sharing a moment of heat.

Content warning: - Mentions of battle - Guns and shooting - Alcohol / drunkenness - Public/bathroom sex

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It is currently 16:23 or 4:23 PM on Bind. The Northern African heat in Rabat feels unfamiliar to the agents present. Each of you are longing to finish the job quickly. Brimstone, Sova, Jett, Killjoy and you are most likely sweating in your tactical gear. You are hoping, no... Praying for a cold breeze to catch on before the battle. Aside from the heat, the smell of spices and the colorful buildings makes you wonder what this place is like when the evacuated civilians return to this spot to resume life. Sad that Kingdom Industries made this place so much more... well industrial.

"Brimstone, after we win, I'll buy you a drink if you share a memory with us." the voice of the intercom sounds pleasant in your ear-piece. The sweet and playful tone of the Slavic man was a nice distraction from the oppressive heat.

Brimstone chuckles and replies "You got it, Sova. However, I do want to extend this invitation to others here too. The more the merrier."

"I couldn't agree more." Sova replies back. 

Before any other agents can reply to the invitation, another voice goes through. "I see multiple enemies on B! I need back up!". Jett is currently on the B site holding a defensive angle for the long sandy corridor. While Killjoy is hiding to either back up Jett or react to her turret keeping an eye on the elevated spot. Your muscles start tensing up and you run towards your new defensive position. Brim is just behind you and is bringing up the new coordinates on his device to smoke off the attackers for easier kills.

Sova on the other hand decided to push deeper into A site to make a flank from behind. Readying his bow to catch any information and seeing the progress of the enemy attack. Once he is halfway there, he sees glimpses of the enemy agents. A blond streak of hair and an off-white jacket, the murmuring of the radiovores (the little cuties) and the voice of Gekko... Sova decided not to shoot an arrow yet and waited for the main fight to start.

While Jett was focusing on the corridor, the enemies seemed to have grouped up faster than her allies came to help. The enemy Reyna and Raze swung out together, but luckily Jett managed to dodge just out of the way for any bullets. Or so she thought... Seems like a lucky bullet managed to embed its way in her right shoulder. Jett grits her teeth and tries to relax so she could still shoot. Killjoy was a bit too late to react and decided to join Jett.

"Are you hurt? Where did they shoot you?" said Killjoy worriedly.

"The little shits managed to get my shoulder. It's okay, we can still hold them off. Let's focus back to the task at hand". Jett smiled faintly towards her friend and held a thumb up. The turret started shooting in the same direction as the two were facing. Instinctively Killjoy and Jett peak out once more to shoot at their enemies. By this point two smoke bombs get dropped from the sky and activated upon their landing. Shrouding the potential entrances into thick smoke.

You finally arrive on the site and Brimstone behind you adjusts his ear-piece and informs the team: "Entrances are smoked off, Y/N and me are entering site". The smoke, however, didn't seem to deter Reyna and instead she pushed through and aimed down the corner where she last saw Jett. She didn't anticipate our Killjoy and the turret to shoot at her. The Latina collapsed on the sand. 

"Auf wiedersehen!" chirps the German engineer through the intercom. The enthusiasm was contagious, Jett and Sova couldn't help but smile from the small victory. By this time, you and Brim managed to climb inside the elevated area to hold a defensive position there. Ready to sandwich whoever would try to enter the little area.

Once more another creature escaped through the smoke and the blue radiovore, Dizzy, started shooting mucus at the agents, blinding them before Gekko started to push inside. Luckily for you, Sova decided to silently tail Deadlock and Gekko. He swiftly shot the young man and just like Reyna, he collapsed on the floor. While the impressive precision of Sova saved you here, you decided to dash out of the smokes too to help out the hunter. In the same moment, Deadlock turned around to shoot Sova and was about to shoot as cleanly as he did. Sadly for her, she was weak from the back. The adrenaline rising, you pulled the trigger. So too, did the Norwegian fall.

"You saved me there." said Sova relieved. You blush and quickly shaked your head. "Nah, you first". Both of you chuckle and he nods in approval.

"Seems like the rest have fled" says Jett through the intercom. "Ja, the footsteps are leading back to their own landing spot". Brimstone walks over to you and Sova. He puts his two fingers on the intercom and replies to the two women. 

"Good work, everyone. How is your arm, Jett?"

"Shoulder actually... I don't know. It keeps tensing up even when I'm trying to relax it. Killjoy is helping me stop the bleeding."

"Let's get back to HQ A.S.A.P. then. You did well." said Brimstone proudly. The three of you are making your way over to the landing zone of the helicopter.

On the walk, you look over at Sova and slightly tilt your head towards him. "About the invitation to go drinking. Mind if I join?" you ask. "Absolutely, just make sure you have some stories to tell" he says as he playfully winks at you. "It's a date then!" you absentmindedly say. The blond man couldn't help but blush at your aloof comment. The thought of a date with you made him lose a bit of his composure. Before he could answer, Brimstone chimed in. "A date, huh? Like a throuple then?" he asks laughingly, teasing the both of you. He had noticed before how Sova would look at you. Asking Brim questions about you that usually the other agents wouldn't ask. Like what your schedule would be like that week, when your birthday would be, if you had any allergies ... etc. Other people would say that it's his usual considerate self, but Brimstone had known Sova long enough to know that he was catching on feelings.

The realization of your words dawn on you. "No! No, nothing like that. I meant it in a joking way!" you exclaim to the man. Although a date would be amazing with Sova, you had no idea if he was even into you. There is no point in risking your friendship with him in order to potentially be together. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that there were no feelings. That there were no pining done behind closed doors. Every thought that wasn't purely platonic, you tried to push away. Somehow they still managed to find a way to get inside your head and you'd feel awful about it. 

"I'm just teasing you. I was thinking of going to an Irish pub near our HQ? How does that sound to you two?" replies Brim, while still keeping a playful smile.

"I'd love to! Can't wait to drink cider again! It's been like ages" you reply to Brim.

"Sounds great. I've yet to try Guinness. Had any of those before, Brim?" asks the hunter.

"I've had a few, still really great picks. I think you'd like it Sasha. I might actually join you on the cider." says Brim as he nods at you. "It's settled then; to the Irish pub!". The five of you board the heli and the machine ascends with little to no issues. The inside of the flying vehicle is cool and you kiss the hot North African air goodbye for now. You sit down on the chairs and attach the seatbelt. Most people follow suit, except for Sova who still keeps his eyes peeled for the ground below. Making sure to see the corpses being retrieved by the enemy. As he is about to close the sliding door, he locks eyes with the enemy Sova. He muttered something under his breath and slid the door shut.

The flight took 2 hours with everyone keeping an eye peeled for Jett. You were all worried for her every time she closed her eyes for too long. Fortunately, you all made it back in one piece and Killjoy escorted her Korean friend to the infirmary with Sage. You said goodbye to your remaining teammates and agreed to meet back up an hour later at the main entrance to travel together.

Making your way over to the shower, the relief of your skin breathing again feels amazing. The coarse sand washing away and making space for sweetly scented soap to take its place. After your delightful shower, you open your wardrobe to think about your outfit for tonight. Since it was summer, you'd obviously wear something more causal and open to enjoy the evening air. However, you should probably consider getting a jacket with you too. Just in case. You settle on your favorite band t-shirt and jean shorts. Looking back to the mirror, the outfit seemed half finished. You thought to yourself: "Fuck it, let's fully commit to an alternative outfit. Seems more fitting in the context of this outing anyway". You decided to wear combat boots (other than the ones you wear for your job) and a black leather jacket. There, now this felt more complete. The rest of the hour are spent finishing up the little details of your outfit, adding cash to your pockets, and checking your work e-mails before fully logging off for today.

A knock on the door slightly startled you. "May I come in?", the Russian accent seeping through his speech, but sweet all the same. "You may" you say with a small smile. Sova's head peaks through the door and looks around for a bit to find you on your bed with your laptop. 

"Ah I apologize if I came at a bad time..." he says while opening the door slightly more for him to lean on the door frame.

"I was just reading up on some mails before logging off for tonight. Is something the matter?" you ask him while reading the last few lines of the mail in front of you.

"No, I just wanted to let you know it's time to leave" he says sheepishly. You look at the time in the corner of the laptop and see that you've been making your friends wait for 10 minutes now. "Oh god, sorry about that! I was completely focused on these dumb e-mails. Just have to grab my wallet and I'm ready."

He chuckles and holds the door open for you. "I thought as much" he says laughingly. You hurry along and was about to close the door behind you. Before even touching the door handle, the man's hand brushed yours. "Oh sorry, I wanted to close the door for you" he says. You chuckle and close the door anyway. "It's all good, let's go". 

You hadn't noticed his outfit before. Granted you were too busy scurrying about and grabbing your wallet to have a good look. Sova was wearing an all black outfit, but seemed to prefer having different types of textures on his clothing. The thin, breathable fabric of his black t-shirt seem to lightly tug upon his build. His black colored jeans were just below his waist and gave him a nice contour. It's a simple outfit, but matched well with his piercings and funnily enough with your outfit too. You've never seen Sova change much about his hair, but this time he decided to wear his ponytail higher. Probably because he was suffering from the heat back in Rabat too and needed a fresh night.

"You're looking good, I love your outfit." he says while continuing his walk towards the entrance. You smile to yourself and look at him, beaming a smile. "Thank you, thought I might try a more alternative outfit for tonight" you answer, chuckling a bit.

Finally at the entrance, you see that Brimstone was leaning on the side of the door and looking through his phone. He noticed your footsteps and straightened himself while slowly putting away his phone. "Ah, there you are. Let's get this night started." he exclaims while putting the code in to open the door. The night breeze was cool, but it seems like the air had to still lose its heat of the day. All three of you start walking towards the civilization close to your head quarters. Just like Sova, Brimstone was wearing casual clothing and he was rocking a dark blue t-shirt with white lettering and white shorts. The two men were idly chit-chatting about the planning in the couple of days and promising each other to not get totally smashed tonight. Sova made some space for you to walk in the middle of them and you happily obliged.

It wasn't a long walk, but you eventually made it to the heart of the city. Busy streets, bright lights and many smells and colors swarm your senses. Coming back to this place after an intense mission always feels rewarding. As you guys make your way over to the pub, Brimstone waves a couple of hello's to the locals in town. Many of them speaking Spanish and Brim responding in simple phrases, but it was clear the guy understood what they were saying. By now, you guys have reached the pub and it seemed to be rather busy tonight. Many people were sitting outside and inside of the establishment. Clearly some students and their friends but also a lot of the locals. You managed to find a comfortable spot in one of the corners and seat yourselves.

"Wow, it seems like many people decided to visit this place too. Is that fine with you guys? Would you prefer a calmer café to visit?" asks Brimstone a little embarrassed about the unusual order of things. Both Sova and you shake your heads. "I like it more that way", you say, "I prefer to hear laughter and fun than gunshots any day." Both men laugh at that statement. "We should join them in that case!" says Sova laughingly. All of you order your drink of the menu and the drinks get delivered shortly thereafter. This round is on Brim.

The conversations start out tame: what your plans are for the coming days, any interesting news or tidbits in your life currently, perhaps any new food establishments you've found... Then you guys decided to order a second round. This time being paid by Sova. Conversations this time seem to circle around your reasons to join the protocol. 

"What's your reason for joining, Sova?" you ask. The man slightly laughing. "You can just call me Sasha, we're friends after all..." He smiles warmly at you while reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "I got invited by Liam (Brimstone's real name) to join the protocol. We were stationed in Russia together to do some spy work on a Kingdom Industries rival. If a friend calls for help, I don't hesitate to help. Besides, traveling and being able to photograph different creatures in my off time is a big bonus." Liam smiles and shakes his head, "You're always so dependable. But god is it difficult to get you out of the office to go and do your thing." Everyone started laughing at the hunter's stubbornness. Sasha asks you about your reason to join. You give them a brief explanation of your situation, after all Liam is already aware of yours and sought you after for that reason.

The third round of drinks get served, by your courtesy. More banter follows naturally too. At this point all of you were started to feel the effects of the booze. It's at this point that Liam was starting to feel sleepy and was calling it quits for tonight. "Friends, I think I'll be taking my leave. It was fun! We should go out again." He nods at you two and packs his stuff to leave. "Take care, old man!" you yell to him as he leaves the establishment. It's only the two of you now.

While sipping on your drinks you noticed that Sasha only had one of his ears pierced and not the other. You decided to ask him about that. 

"Oh, that...", He chuckles to himself, "I got it when I was younger. I was getting into alternative fashion myself. Raving and parties and I think I just wanted to fit in with my mates at the time. Over time, it just became my look. I still really like it. My babushka on the other hand...".

"Your grandma doesn't like it at all?" you ask him laughingly.

"No, she was chasing me around the house. 'How can you ruin your body like that! What will the others say!', that kind of stuff" he says as he takes a sip from his drink. "Now she does seem to like it. Probably understood that it's not going anywhere."

"Do you also happen to have other ones? Or is that the only piercings you have?" you ask him.

Sasha didn't know how to answer that. Truth be told, he did have more. Just none that are meant to be seen in public. He blushes and answers "If we get closer, I don't mind showing you..." Okay maybe he shouldn't have said that. Or could have worded it better. Stupid. Now they're bound to ask more...

You look at him, blushing at the idea of his invisible piercings. They're most likely to be an intimate matter. Another instance of your feelings for this man flaring up in a moment of weakness. You try to shoo those thoughts away. You're with a friend after all. This is an after-work activity with your coworker, no less. But you're also getting drunk, your thoughts fly freely in your head and no amount of willpower seems to put them into check. The butterflies in your stomach once more awoken, fluttering all around.

"The lucky person is in for some surprises it seems" you say, still holding on to your ever deepening blush. But also winking at him, to show your understanding.

"Thank you." He breathes a sigh of relief. He didn't want to make it awkward. Before he could think of an appropriate answer, he blurts out "And I guess it would be ruined for them now." Oops, he made it awkward again. Way to go, Sasha. This isn't the way he wanted to confess. Or hint at it. The hunter wasn't even sure if he wanted to confess in general. Keeping this secret with him till the grave.

"I-is this person-" you try to alleviate his awkwardness. In truth, you found this blushing mess of man in front of you incredibly adorable now. "Fuck" he mutters to himself. Might as well lay out all the cards in front of him.

Both of you kind of just look at each other at in this awkward tension. What is happening? You do know what's happening, but what is this set up. Was he losing his cool? Is he feeling as drunk as you are? But the blond man decided to take the first move of extending his hand towards you. "Listen... Before we do anything rash in this moment. I need to tell you something important." The blush on his face getting darker. He isn't sure if he should be averting his gaze from you or look straight at you. You couldn't help but extend your hand towards his and try to look for his eyes. You keep quiet and nod towards him, gesturing him to continue.

He takes a deep breath and takes a moment to look at you. "I want you to know that I really enjoy our friendship... But I haven't been entirely honest to you." He takes another moment and and bites his lip. His usual judgement escaping him at the moment and he can't really stop his feelings from pouring out. This is probably not the most romantic place to do it, either. They must be hella awkward. Shit. "I like you a lot. And I don't mean it casually. I mean it as in... I sometimes fantasize about spending my life with you, kind of way. Shit, I'm not sober at all..." he facepalms at himself for this under-baked confession. You giggle at this cute display and squeeze his hand. Moving closer to him from your seat. "Go on, Sasha. I'm listening" you say teasingly.

He can't help but laugh too, easing the awkward tension between you. Instead making space for an enticing current. Both you and Sasha feel like you're on fire, the electric feeling flowing through your hands. The hunter composes himself and looks at you straight on. "I love you" he simply says. The smile on your face grows bigger by the second. Sasha matches your expression and kisses your hand in his. You get even closer to him and give him a hug. It feels so comforting to be in his arms. The establishment be damned, the world doesn't exist for you in this moment. "I love you too, Sasha" you reply back to him. Perhaps it isn't the most romantic place to confess your feelings. Both you and Sasha played out many scenario's in your head. None of them were like this. But this is the real deal. Finally.

His face reaches your ear and whispers softly, "Can I kiss you, my sweetheart?". You chuckle and your noses brush each other. You lean in to kiss him. If you were on fire before, now you're blazing. His soft lips were kissing you all over. Each and every kiss feels like a gallon of gasoline being thrown into your blazing fire. Feeling bliss, a feral feeling in your stomach kept creeping up. You wanted him, so badly. Waiting for this moment felt like ages and the man left you all hot and bothered. He broke the kiss and cupped your face in his hands. Looking into your eyes and smiling warmly.

You put your hands on top of his and you lean in closer. The hunter was expecting another kiss, but you went for his ear. "I think you said you'd show me something..." you let the words trail. Your lover turns his head to face you. A bit surprised at this request and smiled deviously at you. 

"I thought you'd want to take things slow." still smirking at you. You move a hand from one of his towards his neck and whisper back. 

"I'm impatient, and you're right here all for the taking." The blond Russian shakes his head, laughing and replied back, "It's a bad trait to have, you know? But I can make an exception this time." He breaks the entrancement from you, finishes his drink and was about to grab his stuff. But you grab his arm and close the distance once more. "I want it now. I don't want to walk and face anyone else, right now. Please, Sasha." He takes a little moment to think. This was probably a very bad idea. A terrible one, even. But damn could he not shake the idea of you on his lap. Feeling you all up and just forgetting about his responsibilities. He grabs your arm and leads you to the bathroom.

The establishment has a unisex bathroom with posters hanging about on all of the walls. Two stalls were provided for the patrons to use. The lust-hungry feeling in your stomach intensifies. You didn't think he'd actually do it. The hunter must be feeling just as hot and bothered as you, if not more. Luckily for you two daredevils, the bathroom seemed to be empty and he takes you in one of the stalls. Once inside, you lock the door behind you. You turn your head back to face him, both of you smirking at this. This is such a dumb decision, you could still back out now.

"If I do anything that you don't like, please tell me. I rather have a good time with you than you regretting a single bit-" but before the considerate lover could finish his words, you plant your lips on him. The roaring fire resumes. Lust-filled, he pins you to the door and growls in your ear. Clearly enjoying himself. He continues to kiss you, putting your arms above your head. You can't help but breathe out small moans of pleasure. He's filling up your senses and your head is so dizzy, almost going blank. The anticipation through the roof. Slowly he trails his kisses lower and lower. You neck piles up kisses and nibbles. He has to keep himself from losing all control and leaving bite marks. You had not given him the permission yet and he had no idea what would make you feel the best. Sensing his hesitation, you whisper to him to let it all go. "Consume me, show me your feelings, Sasha." you breathed out hungrily. You had no idea what you unleashed in him.

Your neck got nibbled, kissed, licked and bitten. Like an animal he just let his instincts and his whims guide him. You couldn't stop yourself from enjoying this side of him. The normally cool and grounded hunter, the strategist and kind-hearted soul was now thrashing around and behaving like a beast. If he had no shred of humanity left, he'd rip your clothes right off of you, claiming you all to himself. He knelt in front of you and unzipped your shorts, making sure to leave kisses and nibs to continue the anticipation. Some moments he'd stop what he was doing and look at you with an unfamiliar look of a hungry predator. It sent you shivers down your spine.

It wasn't like him to be the one kneeling, but he couldn't help himself here. He longed a while now to taste you. Nothing holding him back now, the booze probably played a role in this too, he got to act on his dirtiest fantasies. He just hoped you didn't mind this version of him. Behaving like this would sent a lot of people into a deep shame. Sasha on the other hand didn't care. He wanted to show all of him, there should be no secrets between you now. This was him, the dirty little animal.

You opened your legs more for him to find your sweet spot easier. Your breath hitched and you didn't care either if the other patrons would hear your moans. You just focused on your little love bug. Grabbing his hair, tightening your grip every time he gave you a wonderful sensation. More and more you wished to pleasure him back. To feel the heat of his tip and have him give you a taste of his own poison.

The sensations, the hungry motions, the lustful eyes, the growls and moans of pleasure... Everything came to a crescendo when your climax reached you. Mewing Sasha's name over and over like a spell. You couldn't help but push his face deeper into you, to tighten your legs, to hang over him and ride out your orgasm. Sensing your finish, Sasha removes his lips from your delightful spot and looks up at you. Satisfied with his work, he licks his lips and kisses you there one last time before getting up. Feeling weak, you grab on to his t-shirt. Taking your shallow breaths. "I hope you enjoyed that, my dear." he whispers to you while embracing you and nuzzling your nose. Breathing in his air, he smells just like you. 

"C-can I taste you?" you ask, still all up in your feels. 

"Here?" he asks, while he strokes your face. 

"I don't want you to go home without your reward" you smirk at him.

"I'm not going to say no to you" he laughs at your boldness, kissing your forehead tenderly. Your butterflies fluttering around once more. Oh, how you love this man. This time you kneel in front of your lover and help him unzip his pants. Pushing past his underwear you can see that he is already quite hard from all this. You push Sasha to sit down. Trying to make him as comfortable as possible before you feast yourself.

You put your arms over his lap and take a good look at the member. Coming closer to his own sweet plaything, you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. Occasionally kissing it and letting your teeth brush softly onto it. His eyes were focused on you and your tongue, clearly reeling from the delicate sensations. His hands stroking your cheeks, but it was clear he was doing his absolute best to behave and give you a chance to explore him.

Cheekily, you sometimes dared to take a part of him in and look at him while you did. He would try to hold your look, but clearly was faltering and it made him weak. "I can't take it anymore, I want to push you so deep, you choke on me." he says under his breath. The words dripping from the lust for you. His legs shaking at this point and he's clearly being so needy. It made you blush quite hard, he really doesn't seem to have any filter right now. Not that you minded, you'd happily take his orders. He deserved a reward after all.

"Go ahead, I'll take you anytime" you teased him with your devilish grin. 

He grabs his own toy in his hand, the other gripping your hair. Rubbing himself on your lips before demanding you open your mouth for him. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the wetness. "You would make for such a good fuck toy" he whispers to you before fucking your face. Even though you already had your fill, you could feel the heat pool back into your stomach. He was being quite rough and seemed to enjoy it when your teeth would brush up on his sensitive spots. His breath was so irregular you had no idea if he was trying to edge himself on your throat or was about to climax himself. Your question would be soon answered once you felt a thick liquid enter your throat. He let out a relieved sigh and softens his grip on you.

Realizing he didn't even let you know of his condition nor warning you for the shot, he quickly recomposed himself. "A-are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking..." You wipe away the excess cum off of your face and get up. Like last time, before he could finish his sentence, you go to sit on his lap and kiss him while wrapping your arms around him. Reciprocating the kiss and hug, he tries to brush your hair back to normal. 

"I love you dearly, I hope you had fun tonight" he says sweetly. He plants a kiss on your cheeks.

"Thank you for this amazing night, Sasha. Let's get back home".

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(i'll just put it at the bottom so i remember to delete it)

I have been hoarding all of these (there are like 1000 more in my draft and queue lol) for a while now in my draft bc even tho they are like 3 note gifs, they are historical artefacts to meeee.

Anyway, I've got a cold, and so to occupy myself, I decided to just make a blog so that everything can be organised and easy (ish, this is tumblr after all) to find!

I know heaps of my fellow ✨motogp tumblrinas ✨have made archives for their favs, and you are all braver than me, bc I would lose all the gifs immediately if I tried to create new archival posts. So I just reblogged everything and am going to hope for the best in terms of copyright lol

But yeah, these aren't just my favs. This is more just a snapshot of the fandom at different periods. I only reblogged the deactivated ones, but, y'all, use the posts as little gateways to blogs from that time period, it is FACINATING.

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I only started this today, so it's very much a work in progress! All the things without a link are because the posts that match up with them are in the queue. I also need to add the ones i forgot

[ak319]

Yan G!P Princess x fem reader

Part VII ➺Prev ⤷ Series m.list Your name is Deniz here

It was your first night in Marrakech, and all you wanted was to erase the events of the day from your mind. Standing in the middle of the suite, your eyes were fixed on the footage of your arrival at the airport. Despite Kade's insistence on keeping it discreet, the Prime Minister and his wife had still shown up to welcome you. Their gesture was kind, but it only heightened your anxiety. In two days, you’d be heading to Rabat, where the real pressure awaited--meeting the royals.

Kade was in the shower, so you seized the chance to turn off the television and call it a night. Too much Kade in one day was migraine-inducing.

Moments later, Kade emerged from the bathroom, humming softly. She paused mid-step, towel in hand, as her eyes landed on you, curled up on the couch with your back to her, the comforter draped protectively around you. She sighed, but despite your obvious avoidance, a faint smile tugged at her lips. It was just like you to be headstrong and determined--especially when it came to avoiding her.

"Darling?" Kade's voice was low and raspy as she stood over you, but you kept your back turned, refusing to acknowledge her presence.

"You really gonna sleep here?"

"Absolutely. Now go away. Don’t wanna hear another word."

"Deniz, how about I sleep here, and you take the bed, love? Hm?"

"I said not another word."

"Fine, love, fine. Have a good night..." Kade’s tone softened with reluctant acceptance as she walked to the bed, but her eyes never left your form on the couch.

‘Is this how our first night will be? Or worse... every night? No, Kade, she just needs time, that’s all.’

The thought weighed heavy on her, the distance between you more painful than she'd anticipated. She lay down, heart aching with a quiet, unfulfilled longing to have you in her arms. But sleep didn’t come easily, the empty space beside her a sharp reminder of what she wanted--and couldn’t yet have.

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"Try this, it's so good. Here," Kade said, offering you a spoonful of tagine, the fragrant stew rich with saffron, preserved lemons, and olives. Without a word, you took the spoon from her hand and ate it yourself.

"Yum, right?" she grinned.

The breeze slips through the open window beside the sofa where you two are currently eating, your head peeking from the window gazing out. The air enters carrying with it the scent of spices and distant wood smoke. From here, the sounds of the streets drift up, muffled but unmistakable--the chatter of traders haggling over rugs, the calls of vendors selling fresh oranges and carpets. The view stretches further, past the bustling marketplace to where the city melts into the horizon, the Atlas Mountains looming beyond, their snow-capped peaks a sharp contrast to the sunbaked desert landscape. The room behind you is quiet, luxurious even, but it can’t hold your attention the way the city does, especially when she's here, in front of you.

You took a slow sip of your tea, savoring the warmth, when Kade’s morning voice reached your ears. "Today, we’re going shopping for you, love. So when you meet the Queen, you’ll be as Moroccan as she is," she teased, a chuckle slipping through.

You rolled your eyes. "You couldn’t have sounded more like a colonizer."

Her smirk widened, never faltering. "What?! How- even--Damn, you really just love blaming me for the sins of my ancestors for everything, don't you, love?"

"Well, not my fault you talk and even act like them."

"Oh, I do?" Her eyes gleamed, her voice dropping an octave. "If that’s the case, darling, let me tell you something. That Kohinoor sitting in a museum---worthless when compared to you. Offer me a million of those, and I’d still choose you."

" Nobody offered it to you anyway. And I would always choose the diamond." She ignored your comment.

"I’m not joking. And damn right, I’m colonizing--" she leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a dangerous edge, "I’d colonize any country if it meant having you."

You could barely believe your ears as you backed away, disbelief washing over you. "Kade, for fuck’s sake! You sicko!" You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that she was romanticizing colonization first thing in the morning.

Her playful smirk didn’t falter, though her eyes glinted with an intensity that made you uneasy. "Oh, come on, love. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the finer things in life."

"Finer things? At the expense of someone else’s unwillingness and by force?! Wow," you snapped, unable to hold back any longer.

Kade’s teasing expression faltered, replaced by something colder, darker. “What’s wrong with me giving you finer things?” Her voice had lost its playful edge, now tinged with frustration.

You crossed your arms tightly, standing firm. "Just--listen Kade! You might not realize it, but the way you talk sometimes... it’s too much and all bullshit. Just stop."

Kade sat there, confused, her brow furrowing as she watched you storm off to the dressing room before deciding to follow you. Her presence was right behind you as you started rummaging through your bag, searching for something to channel your anger into.

She took a step closer, towering over your frame, her presence overwhelming as her voice dropped to a low, almost dangerous whisper. “I only want to give you the world, but if you’re going to fight me every step of the way…" The intensity in her words sent a shiver down your spine. As her hand reached out, you jerked your waist away, refusing to be drawn into her grasp. Without a word, you headed to the bathroom, leaving her standing there. Her smirk returned as she inhaled the faint trace of your scent lingering in the air, lips curling in quiet satisfaction.

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With no more than three bodyguards and in disguise, she took you to the bustling markets, where you did feel a thrill of excitement as you browsed and shopped. A feeling that you had become unfamiliar with. As your fingers traced an intricate piece of jewellery, her low voice brushed against your ear, making you jump. You shot her a glare through your shades, but she clearly didn’t care, a grin spread across her face. She was enjoying this way too much. Why wouldn’t this bastard will?

"You should buy it. Come on. You know, if you command it right now, Princess," she said, cocking her head to the side and leaning closer as you looked away, "I’ll empty every stall for you."

"No, thank you. And yes, I am buying these." You pulled out your own saved money---something your dad had withdrawn for you--and paid the vendor.

"Wha--Deniz? What was that?" She demanded, her tone sharp as you continued browsing another stall, smiling at the vendor.

"I’m asking you something. Why did you do that?"

"Why did I do what? Pay for myself? With my own money?"

"Deniz, we talked about this! I told you not to bring your wallet, and yet you did."

"Exactly, because it's my wallet, and I can." The frustration on her face was evident, but she fell silent. "Give me your wallet."

Ignoring her only made her more annoyed. "Deniz, don't make a scene. Give me your wallet--" Without waiting for your response, she snatched it from you and tossed it to her bodyguard.

"What the fuck--" You started, but she placed a finger on your lips.

"Shush." She dragged you into an indoor shop, her grip on your hand unyielding.

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"Why the fuck are you so insecure?! YOU DON'T EVEN LET ME DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I STILL HAVE SOME, LIKE SOME FUCKING AUTONOMY LEFT IN MY LIFE!"

She shook her head with a mock laugh as she set the last bag on the sofa and walked toward you.

"Right, and how long does this autonomy of yours last? One week? One month? Because that wallet, along with the bank details I just received, only says... about three months, love." She is still stalking you even after marrying. Of course.

"Can you fucking stop looking into my things for once , you creep!? Do you think I’m not going to get a job after this? I definitely fucking am."

"Deniz! You need to accept that you are now a PRINCESS! A DUCHESS! That is going to be your job! Are you telling me you want to do your old job or something?" At your approving silence, she pinched the bridge of her nose, laughing in disbelief.

"I just don’t understand why you say such... it hurts to say it, but it’s plain dumb, Deniz. You’re being childish. Whether on purpose or not."

"Just--give me back my wallet--"

"NO! Do you even realize how pathetic and spineless I felt letting you buy the very first thing on our HONEYMOON? Deniz, my money is YOUR money, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you spend your own here! Is this what you wanted? To marry some... civilian who just stands there and watches you buy things with your OWN MONEY?! Was that your dream life?"

"YES! Because, Kade, you are foreign to the idea of free will! That is what normal people DO! I TOO FUCKING FEEL SPINELESS!" Tears brimmed your eyes but you didn't back down. "You can't keep doing this shit to ME!"

"Oh, well, call it whatever you want. Now, I’m going to give you a few minutes to clear your head, and when I come back, this topic should be forgotten." With that, she stormed out, leaving you sitting dejectedly on the couch. You got up with a huff and poured some water for yourself.

"God, this is going to be so hard." Your eyes drifted to the bags on the sofa, and you decided to put them in the dressing room. Facing the mirror, a sigh escaped your lips. Is this your life now? To just always listen and accept things? You had to decide something here for your own peace of mind, otherwise, you would go mad. Either you keep being like this, make her life hell and pray daily that Kade realizes her mistake and divorces you, or just accept your fate and start living like before.

You scoffed at the idea of the divorce.

"Can you get me divorced from her in the future, then?"

"That would be possible when I become Queen. I could grant you permission. But that time seems far off, and...There are other factors to consider, including Kade’s own consent."

And the way Kade always used a contending tone whenever she expressed her love for you---always, forever, irrevocably. Will she even consent? "But I still love you. Never forget that. Ever. I won’t let you."

You were scrolling through your phone when she returned, her expression calmer and a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

A talk with your father about the money had helped ease her frustration.

"Deniz, love. Here." She handed you your wallet, and for a moment, you weren't sure how to respond.

"Take it. Spend it if you want. But just don’t stop me when I want to buy you things, okay?" You accepted it, curious about what had changed her mind.

"Now get ready, we’re going out for dinner."

"Why not just eat here?"

"Deniz, we can’t dine at the hotel all the time. Come on, get ready. I made a reservation."

And the days in Marrakech passed like a gentle breeze. Waking, shopping, eating, and dozing on the couch became your routine. What frustrated you was the long list of things you wanted--or needed---to do, yet couldn’t bring yourself to. The fear of being publicized, even while you diligently avoided your name on the internet, gnawed at you. And then there was Kade. You hated wearing the ring she insisted on checking before every outing. The thought of presenting a sombre face to the Moroccan royalty felt suffocating, it would only fill you with guilt instead of hurting Kade, and you weren’t rude by nature.

Kade, on the other hand, relished how you remained kind to others, fully aware of your internal struggles. Her hands and voice offered consistent comfort, even as you subtly rejected it, hiding your turmoil behind forced smiles. This was what she admired about you, your ability to shine for others despite your own darkness--a quality befitting a royal, especially as her wife. But it also drove her mad. She longed to be the one who elicited your genuine smile, not the one left in the shadows of your charm.

“Just a few days more…”

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The 13-day honeymoon in Morocco finally ended, and as you stepped onto the plane, waving for what felt like an eternity to the endless crowds, you collapsed into one of the plush seats with a deep sigh. Your body ached from forced smiles, from playing the role you never wanted.

“Tired, love?” Kade’s voice came from behind you, dripping with the warmth you had grown used to but never invited.

“Duh.” Your response was flat, lacking the energy to engage with her usual teasing.

She chuckled, settling into the seat across from you, a sparkle of amusement in her hazel eyes. “Wear your seatbelt,” she instructed softly, watching as drinks were brought over.

The cabin hummed softly with quiet luxury, but the tension inside you never quite unraveled. You lifted your drink, not in a celebratory mood but simply seeking any kind of relief.

“So,” Kade leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand with a mischievous grin, “Now you know what it feels like, being royal and all.”

“Mhm. How nice of you to give me the full 4K experience, Kade.” Sarcasm laced every word, but you couldn’t muster the strength to fight her today.

“Mention not, wife,” she replied, eyes glittering with something deeper as she settled back. “But of course, this is just the beginning...” Her voice trailed off, a promise hidden beneath her words that sent a shiver down your spine.

For her, this was a game--one she was winning. For you, the game had barely begun, and you were already exhausted.

After waking from a nap, you blinked groggily, realizing it had been three hours--and you were still in the air. Confused, you rubbed your eyes and glanced out the window, expecting to see the familiar descent, but all you saw was the endless sky.

“Kade?” Your voice was thick with sleep as you yawned. “Um--why haven’t we reached yet? Isn’t it late? Like...”

Without even looking up from her book, Kade responded in her usual composed tone, “Oh, we took another route, love. Have some tea. We’ll land in about an hour.”

You sighed, a bit annoyed but too tired to argue, and took the tea offered by the attendant. The cup was warm in your hands, the scent of spices soothing, but as soon as you took a sip, your vision blurred. Two Kades swam in your gaze.

“K-Kade...what’s...um--” Your voice slurred as your body felt heavy, your limbs turning to lead.

Before you could process what was happening, Kade stood up swiftly and scooped your limp form into her arms, her touch firm but surprisingly gentle. She carried you to the cabin room, her strength never wavering as she placed you carefully on the bed.

“Sleep well, love,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Sorry, I had to.”

Her voice, soft yet resolute, echoed faintly as darkness pulled you under. There wouldn’t be another screaming match, not tonight. She couldn’t bear to see that look in your eyes again--the fear, the resentment. She was going to fix it. She had to. All those negative feelings clouding your heart... she would take care of them. For sure.

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