#so instead i decided to do something different

[drewswife]

can you do smth where readers baby daddy is being petty, and has their child on mother’s day and decides to take the child to go see their grandma/ just doesn’t let the child go with their mom, and rafe hears her crying?

The quiet sniffles started small, barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. I tried to stifle them, to swallow the ache in my throat, but it was no use. Today was Mother's Day, and the universe, in the form of my ex, was just rubbing my face in it.

I was curled up on the sofa, trying to disappear into the cushions. Rafe was in the kitchen, probably making one of his late-night sandwiches, but I knew he could hear me. He always did. He had this way of knowing when I was about to break, even when I tried to hide it.

It wasn't enough that my ex had Lily for the weekend, as per the custody agreement. Oh no, that wasn't enough for him. He had to twist the knife.

Lily was supposed to come home tonight, just a few hours ago actually, so I could have some time with her, celebrate Mother's Day properly.

But he'd called an hour ago, his voice dripping with that sickeningly sweet smugness, saying he’d decided to take Lily to see his mother instead. "It’s important for Lily to see her grandma on Mother’s Day too," he’d chirped, as if he couldn't have done that any other day. As if he hadn’t just stolen the one thing I wanted most today.

A choked gasp escaped my lips, and I knew I was losing the battle. I heard the fridge door close, then Rafe’s soft footsteps approaching.

"Hey," he said, his voice gentle as he sat down beside me, his arm gently wrapping around my shoulders. I flinched, then slowly leaned into his warmth, my body trembling.

"He's such an ass, Rafe," I whispered, my voice raw with the tears I was desperately trying to hold back. "He knows how much today means to me. He knows I just wanted to see her, even for an hour."

"I know, baby," he murmured, stroking my hair. "He's a complete and utter ass. And a petty one at that."

I finally turned to face him, my eyes burning and swollen, tears tracking clean paths down my cheeks. "I just miss her so much," I choked out, and then the dam broke. Full, heartbreaking sobs tore through me, and Rafe just held me, pulling me close against his chest.

"I know, I know," he repeated, his own voice laced with a frustration I knew was for my ex. It was infuriating to feel this hurt, this unnecessary pain that was purely vindictive. I just let myself cry, letting his steady presence anchor me.

"He just doesn't care," I sobbed into his shirt. "He doesn't care that he's hurting her, that he's hurting me."

"He cares about being a miserable, controlling bastard, that's what he cares about," Rafe said, his voice sharper than usual. I felt him take a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was always so good at being what I needed, even when he was clearly fuming inside.

I just cried until the sobs subsided into quiet sniffles again. I eventually pulled away, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling the familiar blush of embarrassment.

"Don't you dare apologize," he said, cupping my face in his hands. "You have every right to be upset. He's a terrible person for doing this to you."

I managed a small, wobbly smile. "Thanks, Rafe."

"Anytime," he said, then gently kissed my forehead. "Come on, let's get you something warm to drink. And then we can just curl up and watch something stupid. We'll make our own Mother's Day, alright? Just the two of us, until our girl comes home tomorrow."

I nodded, a fresh tear escaping, but this one felt different. Less like sorrow, more like a quiet resolve.

🏷️, @spencerreid66 @starrii-sturns @vxncevis @dsfault

[depressedtifosa]

summary: When the Front Man's girlfriend is a recurring VIP, the stolen conversations become a lot more valuable. pairing: Hwang In-ho x reader

“You know what they say. All work, no play—”

“My name’s luckily not Jack, so I’m safe,” you tell the fellow VIP with a mean smile.

All of you had dinner together, and they have just decided to keep the night going, raising the stakes a little. If they want to play poker, let them play poker, but you’re not sticking around for their stupid, shallow chatter. 

Instead, you wander out of the room, looking for a familiar face that you were beginning to miss. The stupid little cat and mouse game he’s been playing is getting on your nerves, but you’re nice enough to keep playing along for now.

You don’t miss the way a guard’s head turns as they follow your every move, but you can’t be bothered by the attention. He wouldn’t let them hurt you, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.

“Getting bored of your VIP friends?” 

Without turning to look at the man in gray, you let out a sarcastic laugh. “Friends, right,” you note dryly. 

It’s there in the air, the tension that’s hard to miss, even by people who share the room with you. One guard, your assigned waiter who’s making sure you always get what you want, and some poor soul who has to stand there and look pretty. It’s ridiculous, but sadly, that’s what the other VIPs need. 

“So, you’re looking for me then?” he wonders quietly, his voice distorted by static. 

You don’t want to make it easy for him, you want to play hard to get, but how could you? You know him, you’ve seen that face and body so many times in the past that you could recall every imperfection, every scar. 

And just thinking about really seeing him again after those four dreadful months apart, you can’t promise not to blow your cover with a move that couldn’t normally happen between a guest and the Front Man.

“I’ve met some of them before, and trust me, the last thing I want is their company when I can have you too.” There’s a quiet scoff leaving his lips. It’s easy to miss, but you pick up on it. “You want it too.”

The mask can’t get in the way of you finding out he just rolled his eyes at you. It’s been a while since you’ve started dating, by now you can tell how he reacts to things instinctively. 

Yet, he refuses to admit it. “I’m here as the Front Man, not as your boyfriend, and you’re here as a VIP, not as my girlfriend,” he points out.

“You’re smiling under that mask, In-ho, I can tell,” you say, doing your best to keep a straight face. 

His mask hides his whole face, but yours only covers the upper half. The guests are usually having a blast being here, so it’s not unusual to smile and laugh, but he’s always a professional, always keeping a certain distance. 

The Old Man was different, but that’s okay. It’s better this way.

“Oh, so you think you know everything?” When you let out a hum of agreement, he lets out a sigh and turns his eyes away from the screen the two of you have been seemingly watching. “What am I thinking about right now?”

It doesn’t take too much brain activity to figure out. “Me, in your bed, naked, preferably kissing my way down to—”

“Enough,” he warns.

“What? You were the one who asked,” you inform him. “Was I right, though?”

In-ho looks at you, and once again, you can tell what expression he has on his face. It’s one full of love and affection, the kind of look you only see when he’s alone with you. But tonight, it only feels like it was the two of you in a room full of people—and cameras. 

But it’s there.

And it’s real.

“As always,” he says eventually.

Letting out a dreamy sigh, you lean a little closer to him. “I wish we could have some alone time here without anyone noticing,” you whisper.

He takes a deep breath before responding, but whatever he wanted to say stays bitten back. Something catches his eye, drawing his attention away from you, back to the screen where the night cameras are sweeping the dormitory, and are now focusing on Player 456.

“What is it?” you ask as you turn your full attention to the screen. 

There has to be a reason why this particular player has caught his attention. From what you can see, he’s handcuffed to the bed, and he looks sick, or depressed, or maybe both at the same time. Whatever happened to him? You can’t recall ever seeing a player being treated like this.

But In-ho remains silent, deep in thought, probably already forgetting you’re standing there. 

Just when you make up your mind to ask again, this time being a little more specific, a familiar and very annoying voice calls out for you from the private room’s direction.

“Hey, missy, we thought you had business to take care of,” the other VIP yells. “Stop chatting, and come back to play with us. It’s so much fun!”

That guy certainly won’t remember anything tomorrow based on how drunk he is. No wonder a stupid game of poker is this exciting to him, despite you all being there to watch people slaughter each other for money. But he’s always been like this, caring more about the social part of this visit then the actual endgame.

In-ho tenses up on your side as he finally pays attention to what’s happening around him and looks at the man across the room. 

“Nah, I only stopped to ask for a hint for tomorrow’s game, but our beloved Front Man decided to zip his lips for the rest of the night,” you shout back with a fake laugh. The man waves, then disappears behind the door as suddenly as he appeared. “I’ll go back to my room and do some unholy things in there while I think about you,” you whisper with a wicked grin. 

[binmeister]

Hello my friend! I have a good funny story request idea that you may like to do! Well I wanted to see you could do a headcanon/ story on the Saja Boys Au x female!reader where they had a small argument with each other then the reader screams out how there aren’t very funny or loving because there either too serious, sad, rude, airhead or nice which shocks the Saja Boys. Then they decide to play a prank on the reader to prove them wrong ( it can be any type of prank from making them food with something their allergic to plus funny ingredients, trying to scare them, flirt with someone, dress up in something silly, pretending to have amnesia and etc). But when their prank is over instead of getting a laugh or apologize; the reader would either get hurt/hospitalized (physically or emotionally), angry, cry, annoyed and even threaten to leave them ( is also joking as well) which causes them to feel guilty, like a jerk or beg for forgiveness?!!~ (It’s up to you whether or not they forgive them or not!)🤭😅❤️‍🔥😈✨

Pranks gone wrong and some misunderstandings

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

Thank you for the prompt! I’m not doing anything that severely harms the reader or hurts them because I personally hate ‘pranks’ that go too far like that, but I tried to keep things in that kind of tone where the guys have redemption because they do mean well - may have strayed a lot from the prompt but I hope these are okay 😅

CW: Established relationships, mentions of crying in some prompts, includes the coriander / cilantro soap gene in Mystery’s prompt but you can swap that out for a different gene - mostly gender neutral but for any mentions of she/her you’re welcome to swap it out with preferred pronoun

Not proof read! Sorry for mistakes a lot of word vomit.

Jinu

Jinu was funny, a bit of a quirky and dorky kinda guy but he could be funny when he wanted to be and he liked to think it was something he could be proud of

His singing talent? A little iffy after everything that happened but his humour that he found again while hanging out with you? Yeah. He’s a funny guy

But the insecurities leaked out when both Abs & Romance said that he was kinda unfunny, you teased him with the duo in agreement and normally he can brush it off - roll his eyes and say ‘uh huh, totally’ because he knows you find him funny - its just this time it clung to him and made him self conscious on if you really did find him funny or not or if you just found him funny in the ‘you’re my boyfriend, of course i think you’re funny’

Was he too plain? Did he seem too stiff or was he acting too nice or something? It lead him to message Rumi to ask her if she thought he was funny and obviously - she thought he wasn’t because why would she think he’s funny? She thinks he’s an annoying little brat and he asks her for ideas to make you laugh

Platonic RuJinu for this! misunderstandings are so goofy sometimes

Jinu huffed, eyebrows furrowed as he responded back to Rumi with a little too much venom in his words as he tried to ask her for her honest opinion and didn’t particularly like her answer. Of course he’s funny! You were seated to the left of him on the couch as he continued furiously tapping away, his focus solely on his phone and you felt a twinge of jealousy. Who got him so worked up? He paused and then laughed a little at something Rumi had sent and visibly eased up. That isn’t what you want to see. He’s now laughing and smiling at his phone while you’re literally right next to him. You tried to peer over his shoulder and Jinu had instinctively shifted away, spooked by your sudden appearance and that set alarm bells of in your head.

Now he’s hiding his phone from you? You looked up at him and he saw the flash of hurt and panic in your eyes and he was confused at first, what’s the issue? Then he realised he had shifted away from you while you were trying to look at his phone, something that was normal between you two as you normally scrolled through each other’s feeds to see what memes or goofy clips you could laugh at together. Before you could stand up and walk away from him he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch beside him and shifted to hold your waist so you couldn’t get away despite your attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Woah hey, hey let me explain-” He started out as you elbowed his side in your attempt to escape, he let out a grunt before pulling you even tighter into him. “Rude! You’re stuck in jail now missy.” He huffed out as he pulled you flush against his chest and onto his lap now, glaring at you slightly for the unnecessary blow you dealt him in.

“No it’s fine you can keep texting your girlfriend.” You grumbled out as you tried again to wriggle away and he rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone on the spot and holding it directly where your line of vision was so you could read the text chain for yourself. He was not going to let you walk away all annoyed and mad at him over a misunderstanding.

 J: I’m funny right?

 R: As funny as a pre-schooler

 J: ...rude.  R: But it’s true (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)

 R: Why’re you bothering me  J: I wanna make [Name] laugh  R: Your face probably already does that enough (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡

 J: That’d be yours.

 R: She probably thinks you’re funny enough as is, she’s literally your girlfriend?

 R: Idk why though... you’re so blegh

 J: She thinks I’m great.

 R: Suuuuuuure buddy

 R: She could do so much better

 R: Tell her when she’s sick of you I’ll be there for her (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡♡

 J: ?????

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as you tried not to laugh at Rumi’s blatant insults and jabbing at Jinu, understanding now why Jinu had laughed - rather than out of joy it was out of annoyance cause woooow she totally got him good. He rolled his eyes at you as you calmed down finally, relaxing into his hold as you both watched Rumi’s chat bubble typing away.

 R: [Name] if you’re reading this - I’ll treat you better than he ever could! I know your shoe size unlike this guy ♡

You burst into a fit of laughter at that, she had you there because it was true. Jinu struggled to remember all the different measurements of the people around him - having to keep track of his own as well as the boys; you didn’t expect him to know your measurements even remotely but he’s done a pretty decent job without the exact details.

 J (Name): I might take you up on that offer pookie ♡ - [N]

 R: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME MORE !

“Woooow.” You heard Jinu say he watched your tiny exchange with Rumi, offended that you would pick her over him. He’s literally your boyfriend! He eased up into the couch and let his hold on you loosen up as you looked up at him innocently, both of you letting your burst of jealousy pass now that it was cleared up that it was definitely a misunderstanding. 

“I love you..?” You said, cheeky smile on your face as you said it in a more playful manner than intended as he stared at you blankly before he leant in and pecked your forehead. “...love you too.”

Abs / Abby

He’s goofy, laughs at his own jokes a little too hard but there’s something infectious about his laugh that just makes you start laughing too

Sometimes jokes go over his head but when you explain them to him, he gets it and starts laughing so hard it sounds like he might throw up

He didn’t really care for pranks, he didn’t see why people were so adamant it’s funny to make your partner cry or get upset cause yeah you’re kinda cute when you get annoyed at him but what if he made you cry? He’d feel so bad if he did that

Then there was a day the group was hanging out, you were lounged with him and tucked snuggly into his side as you drew patterns into his side and he occasionally let out a chuckle at the ticklish sensation when he heard Baby call out

“Dude.. did you know you’re kinda a meat head?” He was nonchalant as he randomly insulted Abby and you protested at the rude comment, rejecting the connotation and it made Abby think for a bit

...was he really that stupid? Did everyone think he was dumb? ...did you think he was dumb too? He’s not outwardly the smartest guy ever but he likes to think he was witty and sharp enough that it wasn’t a concern, it’s just sometimes tone in conversations fall flat on his ears - sarcasm is hard to read !

Which lead to this moment, Abby had a pair of fake glasses on as he stood at the kitchen counter across from you and was currently explaining- no. Mansplaining to you about why men were strong and all this bullshit about being a true Alpha and all that garbage. Whatever he dug up on twitter was grating your nerves and you were about to strangle him out if he continued on any longer - it’s been an hour and a half! How can he still blabber on about something he’s never shown interest in before.

“Abby.” You finally shut him up, he froze at your tone and it dawned on him how frustrated you actually are. Despite his size it looked like he shrunk in on himself, as he quietened down to hear what you had to say and his train of his thought was completely caught off - those Alpha podcasts said that this was what human women were into! He swears! He heard them say it.

“I love you dearly,” You began and he smiled a little at that and almost straightened back up until you continued on, “If you say one more word, in regards to whatever the hell this is that you’re spouting at me. We are done.“

His expression froze as he stared at you with wide eyes - was this a break up? Are you breaking up with him because he tried to become smart? Or did he search up all the wrong things and fumble everything. He was panicking and it showed as he instinctively reached across the counter to grab you hands as he fumbled with his words to explain himself, he didn’t actually mean the words he was saying honestly he didn’t even know what half of the stuff being said on the podcast meant and the guy sounded so confident so Abby earnestly thought that it had to be legit! He’s a demon who isn’t used to modern day women and societal norms so the internet was his only option to get information truly.

“I didn’t- I mean I don’t really.. y’know I.” He was tripping over himself, too many thoughts in his head at once and all from his own panic as he tried to rationalise how to explain to you that this wasn’t actually what he thought it was just something he assumed you might like. “I thought you’d like me better if I said stuff like this.. cause I’m a meat head...”

His last few words were a little softer as he admitted what caused him to go on this tirade and you felt bad for him, it wasn’t really his fault that he didn’t understand why those talking points were blatantly disrespectful and you knew for a fact that he could never fathom actually believing in that kind of thing. If he thought anyone was better than anyone else, it’d be from his self confidence in knowing he’s got a great physique and athletic capabilities but he’s always been willing to admit when he couldn’t do something or felt like he wasn’t enough.

“Hey.. I know you don’t think those things and you’re not a meat head.” You shifted your hands to rest on top of his and you could see him visibly relax at that, cheeks dusting a light pink and glowing a little from how dumb and embarrassed he felt right now that he just wasted an hour of your time. “Where’d you even come across this stuff anyway?”

He paused. The one that had sent him this information had walked into the kitchen and was absentmindedly raiding for the fridge for any spicy goodies or any snacks he could steal. You caught the way Abby’s eyes glanced at Baby and you had to stop yourself from body slamming the smaller man.

“Baby.” He turned to look at you, normally bored and smug expression frozen in a mildly alert and panicked one. “We need to talk about something.”

Let’s just say that he hadn’t insulted Abby in a few weeks and was a lot more careful with what he let slip out.

Mystery

A quiet guy, he could take a joke mostly but occasionally would lash out if pushed too far

It was an off-handed comment that didn’t mean much but you had mentioned that you were glad he was calm and easier to handle than the goofier guys - it wasn’t mean to insinuate he wasn’t funny but he took it as an insult unknowingly stewing on it as he thought over ways to ‘prank’ you

Baby and Romance mentioned there were these ‘prank channels’ on youtube and he had watched a couple, the couples in the video always seemed to scream at eachother and then laugh it off so he though the could pull it off as well - bookmarked a video and then proceeded to duplicate the steps in that video

Yeah he can prove he’s goofy and spontaneous !

But he didn’t really understand that the videos weren’t real and were usually staged

“Is this for me?” You questioned, a little awe in your voice as Mystery handed you a plate with a little puff in his chest like he was really proud of what he made for you. It was a simple noodle dish that you’d been craving for a while and this man was sweet enough to learn how to cook it for you... You smiled at him, not second-guessing any ulterior motives and that made him smirk a little. It’s just like the video he watched.

You picked up the fork he had given you and twirled a small rose of noodles onto it, about to lift it to your mouth and go to town when you got a whiff of something that you knew you couldn’t eat. Coriander. You looked up at him, puffing your cheeks out and were a little thrown off about how he decided to throw in coriander into a noodle dish that.. doesn’t require it. He looked a little upset at you for catching onto what he had done and huffed, frustrated that you didn’t necessarily fall for the prank and in turn you got upset at him - he knows you can’t eat it, the dumb gene you complain about frequently enough that makes the stuff taste like soap.

So why’d he do that?

Before you can question him on it he walks away, not wanting to talk to you because now you’ve ruined the prank and it won’t be funny anymore and you’re shocked. He’s upset at you? You huffed as you put away the plate in the fridge, letting it be a free for all for whichever guy came home and was hungry because you sure as hell couldn’t enjoy it with the insane amounts of coriander that had been ground into it. Cut small enough to look like literally any other herb but you knew that smell too well. Jerk.

After that you didn’t talk to each other, from minutes then lead to hours and then even extended to a few days where you weren’t talking at all. No messages. No late night calls. You didn’t even come over to hang out with the other boys because you were so frustrated that Mystery tampered with your food.. It was only this one thing this time but what if you had a more sever allergy? Would he overlook it for some twisted joke? Which only upset you more. Yeah you could’ve just eaten the meal and then told him to correct it for next time.. but you thought he listened and respected you. Did he not?

The overthinking didn’t stop, it got to a point where you were just holed up in your room - hoodie on as you curled into yourself and the tears finally started to come down. You were so annoyed at him, annoyed at yourself for not talking to him, just annoyed at everything. All that frustration over the last few days filled with over thinking and second guessing things made you emotional and you couldn’t stop the tears that kept on flowing. It wasn’t that big of a deal but on a grander scale it really was a big deal because if you can’t trust him with something small could you really trust him with something big?

Your doorbell chimed, you contemplated ignoring it and just crying your eyes out for a few more hours but you went against that thought. Sleeves rubbing your eyes and wiping off the tear stains on your cheeks as you got up and headed over to the door, not bothering to check who it could be because there were very few people who could turn up like this. And of course it was the one you secretly wanted to see the most.

Mystery stood there, his posture less confident than usual as his mouth opened and closed trying to formulate the sentences that he had been practicing at home with the other guys as they walked him through why it’s not a good idea to mess with somebody’s food. He couldn’t get a word out before you reached for him, arms lifted up and he obediently stepped into the foyer with you and wrapped his arms around you - head rested against yours as you sniffle and let the tears fall again.

“That wasn’t nice..” You mumbled into his shirt and he only nodded in response, he honestly expected worse but if you were this nice about it... maybe he could make up for it? He shut your front door behind him, attempting to waddle you both to your room so you could be more comfortable rather than standing in the foyer for whoever knows how long. Soon enough you were situated back on your bed, him sitting up resting against the headboard as he let you curl into his side - his fingers drawing small circles on your back as he let you decide if you wanted to be closer or not - which you opted to do. Shuffling closer and slowly wrapping an arm around his waist as you laid your head on his chest. It was quiet, peaceful like it usually is.

You dozed off, the fatigue from crying and being frustrated for days on end getting to you and the soothing sensation of him continuously drawing patterns on your back lulled you off into a comforting sleep but you caught what he said as you let sleep overcome you... it brought a small smile to your lips as you snuggled closer.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Romance

He knew he was a charming guy, funny? Sometimes. But charming definitely

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to point it out one day while you were hanging out with the guys, Abs had pointed out that Romance was only good at flirting and you had jokingly agreed while laughing - but that joke rubbed him the wrong way

What do you mean you don’t find him funny? You think he’s handsome, charming, the best thing that’s ever happened to you but... you don’t think he’s funny? Hell no he needs to correct that!

All he does is flirt? Pft he can prove you all wrong!

He couldn’t. 

That was a sad pathetic pep talk to himself as he instinctively flirted with the fans that attended the Saja boys fan signing, though he may have been playing it up a bit too much as he was ogled openly by all types of fans that came along. He flirted with the women, the aunties that stopped by, the guys roughly around his age too - he was a simple man! More love to give than he could ever contain within himself. At least that was the persona he put on was.

After the event was over they had returned home and you had sent a text hoping it went well, but he thought it over and decided what he could do to get back at you and the other guys. He wasn’t flirty in his response, didn’t ask how your day was, none of that stuff that he learned from being online or from observing people when they first came to the human world after years of being in the demon realm. Just told you the event went well and that was it, dry.

You blinked at your phone when you saw the dry response from Romance, not particularly something you were used to. He usually had a specific way of texting and this was devoid of any emoticons, emojis, nothing. It made you feel a little uncomfortable and a little upset even. What’s his deal? That continued on for the next couple of hours, you tried to initiate your usual evening conversations and Romance continued to give you dry blunt responses in return. It felt like you were talking to a completely different guy and it started to make you nervous. Is the honey moon phase over? Is this what’s always going to happen now that you were comfortable? He’ll give you crumbs of attention and you just have to savour each piece?

You continued trying that night, trying to get him to talk to you like he usually did and even asking if he had enough energy to talk on the phone. All met with more rejection and more blunt or dry responses. It was like you were message a different Saja boy all together but you knew the other guys relatively well enough to know that they didn’t do that thing, it wasn’t in their books to mess with someone’s phone without saying anything. It was 1am by the time you gave up - each response from Romance had taken longer and longer to get back to you, like he was purposely putting his phone on do not disturb and then remembering half an hour to an hour later that he hadn’t responded. This wasn’t like him and it was genuinely starting to hurt.

You sent one last text - wishing him a goodnight and when you were left on read and no instant reply it made your heart sink. Staring at your ceiling you felt numb now. Your usually doting boyfriend was being so cold to you, you didn’t even care that he flirted with fans! It’s part of the gig and you knew what he did and what his words and actions actually meant when he truly meant what he said. So why was he switching up on you so suddenly? It hurt, it stung. It reminded you of the previous partners you’ve had and the dating horror stories friends had warned you about when their respective exes switched up on them one day and how pathetic it made them feel when they’d keep grovelling for attention. How pathetic it’s making you feel as you anxiously wait for Romance to respond. To say goodnight, tell you he loved you. Call you.

Something.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes and then you felt terrible, it was only one night of being given the cold shoulder and this is where it lead you? Were you too comfortable and safe so now you’re being punished for opening up your heart? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, not remembering when exactly you managed to fall asleep but you did it. Unbeknownst to you Romance was patting himself on the back. He proved it! He isn’t just a flirt and can totally do the cool guy persona. He can’t wait to rub it in your face in the morning that he got you when he checked his phone at the time you usually woke up, he froze.

Where’s his good morning text? He scrolled up the chat log and realised he hadn’t wished you a good night and he frowned at himself, he had to turn off his notifications so he wouldn’t instinctively respond to you every time you sent a message but now he felt bad. He really left you hanging that much in between each reply? Yeah he’s a demon but he knows that a real gentleman doesn’t let someone second-guessing their words. 

 R: Good morning my sweet rose!

 [N]: Hey

 R: I hope you slept well, I’m excited to hear your voice

 [N]: Are you?

 R: Of course I am! I always love to hear your sweet voice

He sent a good morning text to you first, excited to see your reply but wasn’t expecting a simple ‘hey’ in return so after the next messages were exchanged he called you up. He expected your sleepy voice but he didn’t expect to hear you sniffling into the receiver as you picked up, your voice was a little sad and he felt his heart ache a little.

“What’s wrong..?” He asked and you scoffed. Really? He couldn’t tell? Before you could tell him off he excitedly told you what he did yesterday. “I did it! I managed the cool guy thing in our messages, see I’m more than just a flirt.” There was some pride in his voice and some triumph to it too and you felt tears well back up in your eyes as you heard your regular Romance speak to you, like he normally did with that slightly sultry tone and could hear the crinkle in his eyes as he would’ve smiled as he talked.

“You were a jerk.” You responded curtly, a slight edge to your voice as the relief kicked into your body a little. It was just a bit. And not a total shift in personality, thank god.

“..I messed up didn’t I..” Romance said quietly into the phone as he scratched his cheek with his free hand, he definitely owed you a romantic date and he knew it. Your simple hum of agreement reaffirmed that thought and he immediately started going on a tangent about how he’ll make it up to you and that he’s sorry, the little quiet laugh you let out let him know that you weren’t opposed to that either.

Maybe being the ‘flirty one’ wasn’t that bad.

Baby 

Baby doesn’t really exert much energy to talk much when he doesn’t need to, mostly giving one-liners that make you laugh a little too hard because often it’s something unhinged or he points something out that just makes you snort

He doesn’t think he’s the most funny guy ever but you definitely give him an ego boost when you laugh at an off-hand comment he says or when the guys roll their eyes at him

The guys were ragging on him one night - saying that he wasn’t that funny and was an asshole who only knew how to say a mean quip to get some cheap laughs and he was irritated, so what? You liked it so it worked right?

Then he started to think it over.. maybe you were only giving him pity laughs? And that thought in itself pissed him off a bit - he doesn’t want your stupid human pity, he’ll make a different joke and he had the perfect idea

You’re always so forgetful he could probably throw something of yours away and you wouldn’t even notice and then laugh at yourself when you realise what happened - so he did just that

It was just a joke, he didn’t understand why you were staring at him like he killed your family. All he did was throw away some useless piece of jewellery you don’t even wear that often - it was supposed to poke fun at how you always forget about things when you put them down and walk away. How forgetful you are. But you’re not laughing and he doesn’t understand. Why’re you so quiet right now? It should be hilarious - hell he’d laugh too if you threw some useless junk he had out and he didn’t notice for a week.

“Why did you do that..?” Your voice was small as you questioned him, tears welling up in your eyes and he got irritated at that. Why’re you so upset over some dumb piece of metal? 

“Get over yourself, you’re such a crybaby.” He muttered, mouth moving before his mind could catch up and that’s what did it. The tears were falling down your cheeks as your lip quivered, there was such a distinct look of betrayal in your eyes and he was flabbergasted. It was just a joke why’re you crying? He didn’t stop you as you shoved him out of your apartment, you weren’t cursing him out and you didn’t even say goodbye to him as you slammed the door shut in his face. But then he heard the faint sounds of your broken sobs through the door and realised yeah... maybe he was just an asshole. 

He left you alone for a while, thought that maybe giving you a few days would be the right thing to do because if you wanted to talk to him - you’d just message him. You always did. But his phone had no new messages, no missed calls, not even a tag on social media in a meme that reminded you of him. Just radio silence. The other guys knew something was up but didn’t want to push Baby to talk to them, the first time Romance tried to ask if he was alright he snapped at the elder guy that he was fine and things are perfect right now. He was irritated, at you for making him feel confused like this. Yeah he can be an asshole but now you’re being an asshole too by not talking to him about it. 

It’s not like the piece of jewellery would be lost forever, he could just buy you a new one! Then the information was leaked to him from the other guys. Romance had managed to talk to you and was telling Jinu when he overheard where you got that dumb bracelet from. A late gift from an ex-best friend or something, one that had moved away and you were never able to contact again and he was annoyed all over again. You don’t even talk to that person anymore! Why does it matter! He blurted it out and the other two jumped, not realising he had been listening in and then Jinu spelled it out for him.

“It’s the memory associated with it, that’s what matters.” He explained as he looked down with a stern expression, they’re demons and yes their humanity may have been lost to a large extent... but the memories were always something that haunted them. So how could it not effect a human? He reconsidered his frustrations and finally let it go, the next day busying himself with how to make it up to you and he found himself at your doorstep. Knocking softly on the front door and waited for the familiar shuffle of you rushing around and opening the door with a smile. Everything but the last part of the routine was there, you tried to smile at him but it looked like you were still upset so it didn’t reach your eyes and he mentally kicked himself over it.

“Hey-” “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even greet him before his hand was extended to yours, a small bracelet in his palm that was messy - clearly handmade and not by a professional but it made your lips quirk up in a genuine smile this time. You gently picked it up from his hand and slipped it onto your wrist, the colours were pastel and matched his signature hair colour and a soft baby pink. Not the prettiest thing in the world but there was meaning in it and soon enough Baby found himself wrapped up in your arms, something he hadn’t realised he missed so much in the days without your touch so he graciously accepted the hug and squeezed you lightly in his arms mumbling a complaint into your shoulder about how you can’t just go silent on him out of no where like that again.

Yeah, he may be an asshole but at least you seemed to forgive him for it.

[ilium-ilia]

kiss the skin that crawls

john price x fem!reader | the surrogate au | masterlist

Part Six: resubmission

cw: light angst, smut, breeding kink | requests: mirror sex, plugs

Thick chagrin fizzes in your stomach as you hold your negative pregnancy test. 

A single line in faded blue—you stare down at it with tight lips as you fight to keep your disappointment manifesting in frustrated tears at bay. Really, you know it was silly to allow yourself to get your hopes up so high. A single round of sex can easily lead to conception just as easily as it can lead to nothing. Still, you have people waiting on you, and you try not to think of this arrangement too different from any other job you’ve ever held. 

You like doing your work well. Punctual and reliable—resubmissions are always a pain. 

Sighing, you set the test on the counter with the fleeting hope that a second line will magically appear before you scrub your hands clean in the sink. Once the scent of lavender has sufficiently soaked into your skin, you exit the bathroom where you find John in the living room covered in inky soot and dried pine needles. His usual rosy, freckled cheeks are marred with streaks of grey as he pulls his head out of the chimney with a huff. Dead leaves weave between the strands of his hair which he quickly shakes out with his fingers before offering you a tired smile. 

“Any luck?” you ask with a poorly hidden giggle. 

Nodding, John wipes his hands off on his shirt, staining the cotton with faint charcoal before he rests his hands on his hips. The strong taper of his hips still makes your mouth water, especially when coupled with the memory of how they rolled so sweetly against you a few weeks back. 

“You had two nests shoved up there. Unoccupied, mind. Happy to say you’ll be able to survive the winter without smoking yourself out this time,” John informs with a grin. “Now all that’s left is to clean up the floor.” 

It’s a simple task—at least, when compared to the cleaning of a chimney anyway. John allows you to lead the way as you sweep up dust, soot, and various tree materials into neat piles, though he still insists on holding the pan for you so that you don’t mark up the hem of your dress. Kneeling on the floor, hand holding the metal steady, he watches you carefully as the bristles push the mess into the dustpan. 

“Any luck on your end?” he asks after a moment. 

Your brows crease. “My end?” 

“The pregnancy test.” 

You swallow. Suddenly, all the chaff wafting through the air catches in your throat, making your eyes water. “Oh, no. No, it was negative.” 

John stands to his feet with a hum with the dustpan in hand. He reaches out to brush his thumb against your face, but when he catches sight of the state of his skin, he decides against it. “Well, there’s always next time.” 

Everything feels stiff as you follow John into the bathroom. He makes a beeline for the sink where he gratefully washes his hands to rid himself of old soil and rusty brick, but all you can stare at is the stick next to the basin. The paper has become discolored now, sitting much too long while wet, and still the results haven’t changed. 

Attempting to divert your focus, you instead watch as John cleans himself up. Hands scrubbing up over his forearms, palms pressing side by side to cup water before splashing it in his face, fingertips rubbing away at particularly stubborn stains—when he’s finished, he leaves the water running before motioning for you to go next while he dries his hands. 

“You’re quiet, darling,” John notes as he places the hand towel back on its rack. “What are you thinking about?” 

For the type of relationship you and John have—something bordering on textbook professional and painfully romantic—he’s impressively keen and intune with your emotions. It’s as if he’s split your skull open, viewed every turning cog in your brain, memorising every fleeting beat of your heart and what makes it continue to tick. 

“Oh just… I dunno,” you admit with a shrug. “Guess I’m a little upset about the test is all.” 

He’s standing behind you now, hands wandering to your hips, thumbs rubbing at you through the thin fabric of your sundress. The butter yellow cotton wrinkles beneath his touch, but it’s nothing compared to the heat emanating from your body that threatens to melt it right off of you. Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you try to keep your focus on the sink. 

“I’m sorry, love,” John murmurs as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “These things take time. We’ll try again soon.” 

The water shuts off with a squeak before you’re drying off your hands with the damp towel. Not even the scent of the soap can overpower the musk that rolls off of John. He smells of sweat and hard work—sunkissed skin glistening on the rooftop and long stagnant dirt. It muddles the vetiver of his cologne until your mind is left spinning. Your eyes rise from your hands and it’s all over. Mussed hair, his nose against your neck as he places a reassuring kiss.

Now that you think about it, the first time the two of you had sex wasn’t the right moment. Off in your cycle, body not quite ready—you’re certain that’s changed now. It’s been building up the last few days, this insatiable desire that growls in your lower stomach like a starving beast. You’ve tried to satiate it at night with your fingers shoved inside of yourself and anamneses of John playing on repeat in your mind, but it’s not quite enough. 

“Soon?” you repeat. “Like, right now?” 

Every muscle in John’s body hardens to stone. “Eager, aren’t we?” 

“Why not?” you shrug. Then, in a quick moment of what is either bravery or uncontrollable ovulation hormones, you rock your hips back until your rump is bumping into him—flaunting. “We’ve got a job to do, don’t we? Besides, I recall you promising to… how did you word it? Get me plump?” 

Your words lure a groan from John as his hands wander up from your hips until he’s cupping the expanse of your stomach. “Nice and pretty carrying my kid,” he concurs. 

The speed at which the skirt of your dress pulls up over your rump leaves you pixilated as your hips hit the counter, bones digging into the enamel. Fingers curling into the fabric, you feel John grind into you, rubbing his coarse jeans against your floral panties as if there wasn’t a barrier there at all. 

By the time he finally works your underwear down your arse, you’re embarrassed to admit how wet you are. Body begging and anticipating something like this for days, you’re nearly dripping with a glistening sheen that sticks between your thighs. He curses as he swipes a finger along your sex, dipping between your labia and coming dangerously close to skewering. 

“Fuck, that thought really got you going, huh love?” he hums in awe. 

“Please, John,” you whimper. Your legs are quivering so bad you can hardly stand. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll do it right this time.” 

He slides into you so easily—so deliciously—and you drink him up. Parched, and lost in the midst of a desert. John keeps hold of your crumpled skirt while his cock pushes into you through the mere hole of his fly. This angle pushes your organs aside. You feel the way it zaps your clit from the inside out, pushing taut through your walls, forcing you to move to his will the way waves erode ancient palisades into dust. 

John’s pace is slow but firm, dull slaps padding against the back of your thighs as his hands begin to wander upwards until he’s cupping your breasts. When the floral pattern of your dress is deemed too much distance between you and him, he pulls at the fabric until you’re bare and spilling free. Cerulean eyes meet you in the mirror as he cups the fatty tissue, rolling your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, sending your back arching. 

“Can’t wait to see how big you get. I’ll rub out every ache for you, darling,” he swears between grunts. When you place your hands over his to hold yourself steady, his pace picks up until you’re gasping for breath. “Look at you, such a pretty girl. So perfect already, but you’ll drive me mad when your tits begin to swell.” 

When your legs begin to shake, John offers you a little reprieve by allowing you to bend forward until your palms are flat on the counter, supporting your weight as his hips roll into you. His words have you staring at yourself in the mirror—at all the features you once thought were so plain. He’s already building you up. Igniting a fire until you’re glowing. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna do this right this time, aren’t we darling?” John continues. “Not gonna let a single drop spill out of this pretty cunt.” 

Eyelashes fluttering, it takes all your strength to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy. “I-I—John—I can’t,” you babble. “Not like- not when we’re—ah!—standing!” 

Seeing the sense in your words, he slows his pace until he’s made a full stop. Your breathing comes so ragged and hot that it fogs up the lambent mirror, obscuring your vision and the small knowing smirk that pulls at John’s lips. 

“I think I’ve got a solution for that.” 

It isn’t long before you’re stumbling into your bedroom, dress shorn clean from your body like abloom wool left to litter the ground. John has you at the edge of the bed with the orders to keep your legs spread wide as you lay on your back, hands hooked beneath your knees and pulling them far apart until the cold makes your pussy shiver. He stands over you, stained shirt and pants still sticking to his body as he examines what you think must be a small cone of some sort. Cylindrical with a flared base, the lilac silicone squishes beneath his whim. 

“What’s that?” you question, knees wavering as sweat builds up on your skin. 

“A plug,” John replies simply. “Laswell thought it might come in handy.”

Your cheeks burn at the thought that Kate and Lottie know more about your intercourse with John that you previously thought. Offering him toys; tools. There isn’t much time for you to linger on the idea before John’s sinking into you again, forcing your toes to curl as he quickly finds his way home. 

“It’ll keep you nice and full of me until it takes. It’ll take this time, darling,” he promises. 

Then, it’s back to work. Unrelenting strength that you’ve seen so often from him in the way he helps around the house or lifts your groceries for you. Biceps swelling as he pulls himself toward you, fingers digging into your hips, body rolling against you. That heat swells as he blankets over you, beard tickling the side of your face as he presses wet kisses against your cheeks before his lips wander towards your ear, breath warm on your skin. 

“Gonna look so pretty being so full of me, aren’t you darling?” he whispers. “My pretty girl, such a pretty mum. Who knows, maybe the Laswells will want more than one, hm? Maybe I get to fill you over and over again. Fuck, you’re getting tighter. You like the sound of that, do you? Like the idea of carrying my kids?” 

Your orgasm swells within an instant like bread finally proofing, dough expanding until it’s ripe and full with bubbling yeast. Unable to hold onto your knees any longer, your hands snap out towards John until you’re pressing against his chest as if to push him away but your heels say otherwise as they dig into his lower back in a pitiful attempt to keep him locked against you. But John is a raging fire that you have no control over as he chuckles breathlessly against your neck. 

“Yeah you fucking do. Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he says in a near growl. 

John’s quick to chase his own pleasure all while barreling through the rest of yours. Bordering on near overstimulation—wires rubbing raw together, leaving you exposed and open, tender to the touch—he comes with his lips latched to the side of your jaw while buried as deep as you can manage to take him. You’re pawing at his back now, nails digging into the sordid t-shirt as you feel him twitch inside of you, feeding your womb exactly what she’s been begging for. 

The two of you stay like this too long for you to count. He grinds against you as if attempting to massage his cum against the aching muscle of your cervix. With closed eyes you focus on your breathing and the thumping in your chest; wild horses running free, or small creatures skittering across the floor of a forest. 

When the dust settles, John pulls out of you—carefully. Strategically keeping you full of him until the last moment, you gasp when something else intrudes. He shushes you with a gentle pat on your stomach before a tame cold presses deeper inside of you, leaving your cunt clenching around something foreign and squishy. 

“Just the plug, darling,” he reminds. Once he’s satisfied, John collapses next to you where he wraps an arm around your torso, burying his face in the side of your neck once again. “Did so well. Didn’t even spill a drop.” 

Buzzing, you allow yourself to melt into John, body sublimating to be soaked up by the duvet below you; something sings within you. 

“I hope it works this time,” you sigh quietly. 

“If not, we’ll try again,” he assures. 

“Really?” 

John takes your hand into his own before pulling it to his lips. “As many times as it takes and more.”

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against policy

HR rep!Jaemin x coworker!reader

Everybody hates HR reps. Especially those who take their jobs seriously. That's why Jaemin does not have the best reputation among certain employees. He's serious about applying strict policies and not making any exceptions. So Jaemin knows that office dating is prohibited. He does. Yet, he can't seem to completely brush you off whenever you bat your eyelashes at him.

warnings: smut !minors DNI!, elevator sex, idk guys atp

wordcount: 3,4k

AN: this is part of the business casual series, can’t wait to write more of those! Also I’m sorry guys ik I’m always writing for Mark or Jaemin but the brainrot is real😵‍💫

૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა ૮꒰ ˶ ༝ •˶꒱ა "૮꒰˶•⤙•˶꒱ა

Na Jaemin could have been the most beloved person in the office.

He had the charm—effortlessly magnetic, the kind of smile that made interns trip over their own feet. He had the looks—tall, unfairly pretty, with a sharp jawline that looked like it was carved just to make your breath hitch. And he had the presence—smooth, confident, the kind of man who could command a room without even trying.

If only he weren’t such a rule-enforcing nightmare.

While the other HR reps barely glanced at the company handbook, Jaemin treated office policy like sacred text. No personal calls? He’d walk by desks like a police officer, pausing just long enough to make the offender hang up. Dress code violations? He’d actually print out the policy and slide it onto the offender’s keyboard with a polite, "Just a reminder." And office relationships? 

Absolutely forbidden.

He was the sheriff of Neo Corp, and the entire office was his wild west.

Which is why the moment he stepped onto the main floor, whispers followed, as they always did.

"Ugh, he’s doing rounds again."

"I swear, if he tells me one more time to stop eating at my desk—"

"Who even cares about this job this much?"

But then there was you.

While everyone else groaned or avoided eye contact, you just… smiled at him. Leaned back in your chair. Let your gaze linger a little too long when he passed by.

And don’t get this wrong, Jaemin prided himself on his self-control.

He didn’t bend the rules. Didn’t make exceptions. Didn’t let distractions—no matter how pretty—get in the way of his job.

And he hated how much you were testing him.

It started small. A little wave when he walked by. Nothing too crazy. A playful tilt of your head when he caught you five minutes late from your lunch break. Then it escalated—lingering touches when handing him files, biting your lip to hide a smirk when he scolded someone nearby.

Today, you decided to try something different. 

You were leaning against the copier, pretending to struggle with a paper jam. Jaemin sighed. Your skirt was at the very limit of what was decent, and he’d seen you use that machine perfectly fine a dozen times before.

"Need help..." you asked innocently as he approached.

Jaemin exhaled through his nose one more time. "You’re doing this on purpose."

"Doing what?" You blinked up at him, all wide-eyed, but the curve of your lips gave you away.

He knew he should walk away. Knew he should reprimand you for wasting company time and urge you to go back to your desk. But instead, his hands moved on their own, reaching past you to "fix" the machine, close enough that his chest nearly brushed against your back.

"You're aware falsifying equipment issues is a violation of—"

"Policy 4.7B, section three," you finished for him, grinning when his eyes narrowed. "But if I was really faking..." You leaned in slightly as he reached past you to open the tray, "...wouldn't that mean you're enabling me by playing along?"

His fingers froze on the copier handle.

The office was watching. He could feel the stares on his back and immediately scolded himself internally.

Only to add more to his demise and push his buttons further, you whispered, "Careful, Jaemin. Someone might think you’re breaking your own rules."

Damn it.

By lunchtime, the copier incident had been discussed by every single person present in the company building. 

And by the time the holiday party rolled around, chit-chat hadn’t stopped.

The party was in full swing when you arrived - cheap disco lights throwing colours across the accounting team's awkward dancing, a sad cheese platter on a table... It was tragic, really, but everyone was here to make the most of it. So were you.

The entire office was there, buzzing with the kind of forced cheer that only free alcohol could bring. And there, by the fire exit like a man awaiting sentencing: Jaemin, tie slightly loosened, drink untouched in his hand.

You approached him like a predator would its prey. Stopping right in front of him, you brought the glass you just picked up to your glossy lips. You smirked, staring at him up and down as you took a sip of your drink.

"You’ve been ignoring me," you said.

"I’ve been working," he corrected, his voice tight. 

"Mmm, well then you should probably write me up for inappropriate footwear…" You pointed to your black, shiny heels. 

The tone of your voice, the look in your eyes… It was all too much. Jaemin took pride in the way he did his job. He really did. No matter what his reputation among his colleagues was. But with you, it was like the devil had sent his best vessel to seduce and distract him from the right path. 

His jaw clenched.

"Policy 3.2, subsection—"

"Stop," he cut you off, his voice harsher than usual. "Just stop."

You blinked. "Stop what?"

He set his drink down and grabbed yours to do the same. "This. Whatever game you’re playing, this ends today."

Before you could argue, Jaemin grabbed your elbow and steered you toward the elevator. 

This has been going on for too long. He had to take matters into his own hands.

Mark and Chenle were chatting close to the elevator, so Jaemin pushed you inside. There was no way he would let anyone see him in that state, having this conversation. 

The doors slid shut behind you with a soft ding, sealing you both in the quiet, metallic space.

You leaned casually against the railing, watching him press the button for the top floor. "Running away from the party, already? That’s not very team-building of you."

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "We need to talk."

"Ooh," you stepped forward to trace a finger along his tie. "Am I in trouble?" You asked, tilting your head. 

Jaemin exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers flexing at his sides. "You’ve been doing this for weeks," he stated, voice low. "The looks. The touching. The—" His eyes flickered down to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. "You know exactly what you’re doing."

You hummed, letting your finger trail up to the knot of his tie. "And if I do?" Pressing closer, you watched his pupils dilate. "What are you going to do about it, Officer Jaemin?"

His breath hitched. One large hand came up to circle your wrist, stopping your teasing movements. "This," he bit out, "is exactly what I'm talking about."

You could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way his chest rose and fell just a little too fast. "You could always report me," you whispered, raising your chin. 

Jaemin's grip tightened fractionally. "Don't tempt me."

"Or…" you trailed off, your face now impossibly close to his. "You could—"

The elevator chose that moment to lurch violently.

Lights flickered as the car shuddered to an abrupt stop, sending you stumbling forward. Right into Jaemin's chest.

His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around you, pressing you closer against him. 

It took only a few seconds for you to regain your composure. You looked up at him. He looked just a bit distressed. Startled. Jaemin didn’t like inconveniences, unforeseen events. He needed to be in control. At all times.

"Taking advantage of the moment, huh?" You grinned, partially to tease him but mostly to get him to relax. 

His eyebrows knit together, and he released you in a heartbeat, taking a few steps back, although the space in the elevator didn’t allow for many. 

"You’re impossible," he muttered.

You grinned. "You like it."

Ignoring you, he turned around, facing the numbered buttons. As if he could fix that, too. 

There was an alarm button, at least there had been, because it was now covered by a taped piece of paper that read: "out of service". 

"Renjun was stuck as well last month," you recalled, following his gaze. "He’s claustrophobic, so he panicked and smashed the button. You even gave him a lecture on damaging company supplies, remember?"

He did. 

Now, Jaemin was growing restless. He nervously ran his hands through his hair, disheveling that always-put-together look a bit more. 

"What do we do now?" he groaned. "I told Mr Park to have the elevator reviewed last month. I told him…" 

"Someone will end up realising the elevator is stuck," you shrugged, letting your body lazily slide down the wall. 

Wrong. Everyone was partying and getting drunk. That would probably be an eternity before anyone needs the elevator. 

But Jaemin could not stay like this. Trapped in a cage with a hungry lion.

He needed to get out. Before his resolve completely crumbled. 

Your eyes followed him intently. He was examining every inch of the walls and ceiling, looking for a solution. Anescape. 

"It's so hot in here," you exhaled, your hands reaching for the buttons of your shirt as you now sat on the floor. Jaemin's eyes stuck to your fingertips as you unbuttoned two of them. 

"Yn," he called. His voice was stern, at least he tried to make it so. In reality, it was more breathless. 

Without him really wanting to, his eyes drifted inevitably to the exposed skin of your chest. He could see the inviting swell of your breasts and the black lacy cups concealing them. 

Jaemin's throat worked as he swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Button that back up," he ordered, but the command lacked its usual authority. His voice came out strained, almost hoarse.

You tilted your head, letting one finger trail along the exposed skin just above your bra. "Why? It's hot. Unless..." You licked your lips slowly. " ...It's bothering you?"

His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping. "You're doing this on purpose."

"Maybe." You stretched your legs out, watching his gaze drop to your thighs before he forcibly wrenched it away. "But you’re the one looking."

The elevator suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. Jaemin tugged at his collar, his usually pristine tie now slightly crooked.

His breathing had gone shallow, chest rising and falling in quick bursts as he paced the limited space like a caged animal.

"You know," you mused, rolling up the hem of your skirt just an inch, "we could be here for hours. Might as well make the best of it."

Jaemin made a strangled noise from the back of his throat, and with defeat wearing on his face, he sank down the wall across you as well. 

His normally perfect posture had collapsed into something far more human, with his legs folding awkwardly in the confined space, elbows resting on raised knees, tie loosened, that always-impeccable hair now mussed from his nervous hands running through it.

"You look stressed," you purred, leaning on, deliberately letting more of your bra peek out from beneath your unbuttoned shirt. "Should I give you a neck massage? HR policy doesn't say anything about coworkers helping each other relax..."

Jaemin's knuckles turned white where they gripped his knees. "Stop." The word came out strangled. "Just...stop talking."

He sighed once more before he let out a nervous chuckle. "You’re going to be the death of me. Seriously."

"What a way to go," you shifted onto your hands and knees, crawling toward him with slow, deliberate movements. The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, the click of your nails against the elevator floor the only sound besides his ragged breathing.

His eyes darkened as you approached, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching.

You stopped just inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth, you stared intently into his pretty eyes. "How about you—"

Jaemin had had enough. He already told you to stop talking. So before you could even finish your sentence, his control snapped.

One hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck as he yanked you forward, his mouth crashing onto yours with a hunger that bordered on desperation. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and barely restrained frustration, on both ends. 

You moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed closer, your knee sliding between his thighs. He growled, the sound vibrating against your lips. 

Jaemin's grip on you tightened as your lips found the sensitive skin beneath his jaw, his breath hitching when you nipped lightly at his pulse point.

"We shouldn't—" His protest was weak, voice already ragged as your tongue traced the column of his throat. His fingers flexed against your hip, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer.

"This is against policy..." he managed, though it came out more like a plea than a warning.

You smirked against his skin, dragging your teeth over the spot that made him shudder. "Fire me, then," you whispered, the words hot against his neck.

A broken groan escaped him, his resolve crumbling as your hands slid beneath his shirt, nails scraping lightly over the taut muscles of his abdomen. He was unravelling beneath your touch. His perfect composure, his rigid control, all of it dissolving into desperate, hungry need.

"Fuck—" His head fell back against the elevator wall with a thud as your knee pressed more insistently between his thighs, his hips jerking instinctively.

You could feel his hard-on straining against his slacks, could hear the way his breathing turned uneven and shallow. His hands, once so restrained, now roamed greedily-one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other gripping the curve of your ass to pull you flush against him.

You laughed, breathless, rolling your hips against him just to watch his composure shatter further. "You should reallypunish me," you taunted, fingers working at his belt with practised ease. "Show me how strict you can be."

Jaemin didn't need to be told twice. Not anymore.

His slacks were shoved down in one rough motion, your skirt pushed up around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly against the elevator wall.

To be fair, you did use all his patience, and you were needy too. So you weren’t mad when he lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted into you with one sudden stroke. 

You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving you harder into the wall. His mouth was everywhere— your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts-biting and sucking marks into your skin like he needed to brand you.

"You—" he grunted, his grip bruising on your thighs. "Seriously, you've been driving me insane."

You moaned, arching into him, revelling in the way his control had completely shattered. "You love it," you purred, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. 

Jaemin snarled, slamming into you harder, his rhythm growing erratic. The elevator groaned around you, the metal shuddering with each movement, but neither of you cared. Not when he was finally, finally fucking you like you'd been imagining for weeks.

His thrusts were relentless, deep, punishing strokes that stole the breath from your lungs. Every snap of his hips drove you harder against the cold metal wall, the contrast of his burning skin and the chill of the elevator searing into you.

"You feel so good," you gasped, nails carving half-moons into his shoulders as he pistoned into you. "All this stuck-up act... just to end up fucking your colleague in an elevator—"

Jaemin's breath was hot against your neck as he growled, "You practically begged for it." 

You laughed, the sound dissolving into a moan as he angled his hips, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Did I?" You rolled your hips, taking him impossibly deeper, relishing his choked groan. "Or was it your plan from the start?"

Jaemin slammed you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. The other gripped your thigh, hiking it higher around his waist as he drove into you with brutal precision.

"Look at you," he rasped, eyes black with hunger as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust. "Taking it like you were made for me. Like this pussy was built for my cock."

The vulgarity, so stark against his usual polished speech, sent a shockwave of heat through you. You arched, offering yourself completely. "Do whatever you want with me," you panted, meeting his erratic rhythm. "Fuck—Jaemin!"

He swallowed your cry with a searing kiss, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your surrender. His free hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with ruthless accuracy.

The dual stimulation was too much. The stretch of him filling you, the rough circle of his thumb, the possession in his voice... Your climax ripped through you, violent and blinding. You screamed into his mouth, body clamping down around him in pulsing waves.

Jaemin swore, his rhythm faltering as your walls milked him. "Tight—fuck—so fucking tight—" With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his groan raw and shattered as he emptied himself inside you.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the hum of the stalled elevator. His forehead rested against yours, sweat-slicked and trembling, his grip on your wrists easing.

The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sex and shattered resolve. Then, faintly, a mechanical whir echoed through the shaft.

The elevator jolted violently back to life.

Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flooding the cramped space with harsh, unforgiving light. Jaemin froze, his breath still ragged, pupils blown wide with shock and lingering desire. For one heartbeat, then two, the world narrowed to the slick heat between your bodies, the tremble in his arms as he held you against the wall, and the raw, exposed truth in his eyes.

Then reality crashed back.

He pulled out of you with a sharp gasp, scrambling backwards as if burned. His movements were frantic, jerky. He yanked up his slacks, fumbling with his belt, fingers trembling over the buttons of his ruined dress shirt. He wouldn’t look at you. Not at the smear of your lipstick across his jaw, not at the flush high on your chest, not at the way your skirt was still rucked up around your hips.

Wincing at the ache between your thighs, you smoothed your skirt down with deliberate calm. The air reeked of sex, sweat, and Jaemin’s expensive cologne, leaving no doubt of the kind of activity you've just engaged in.

A mechanical chime echoed through the cab.

Ding.

The elevator resumed its ascent.

Jaemin finally met your eyes. His hair was wild, his tie hanging loose, his collar undone. A vein pulsed in his temple. He looked… undone. Ravaged. Beautiful.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried again, his voice scraped raw: "We are never speaking of this again."

The elevator doors slid open onto the empty executive floor hallway. Cold, sterile air rushed in, a sharp contrast to the hot, almost-steam that had filled the cab.

You bit your lip to hide a smile, reaching up to wipe the smudged lipstick from his jaw with your thumb. He flinched but didn’t pull away. "Whatever you say, sheriff," you murmured, your voice low and honeyed.

His eyes flashed with a mix of fury, hunger, and something dangerously close to surrender. He caught your wrist, his grip tight but not painful, holding your hand against his face for a fraction of a second too long. 

Then he released you, straightened his shoulders with visible effort, and strode out of the elevator without a backwards glance. His steps echoed down the polished marble hallway, sharp and precise once more—the perfect HR enforcer, already rebuilding his walls.

You leaned back against the cool metal wall, inhaling the fading scent of him in the elevator. The doors began to slide shut.

Just before they sealed, you saw him pause at the far end of the corridor. He didn’t turn around. But his hand rose, fingers brushing the spot on his jaw where your thumb had been.

The doors shut, and you smiled.

𝜗ৎ... business casual series masterlist

[igorluvr]

‘BETTER THAN HIM | se-mi x fem!reader

PAIRING: se-mi x fem!reader

CONTENT: hurt/comfort, angst & smut, kissing/making out, dryhumping, fingering, cheating?, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation

SYNOPSIS: after getting into an argument with your boyfriend during your sleepover, your bestfriend decides to help you feel better in a different way than you expected.

AUTHORS NOTE: first wlw fic i wrote pls be nice… also this mayyy or may not be based off true events, me and my hg be getting into some crazy shit at our sleepovers 🤗 anyways enjoy !!

words: [3.5k]

“FUCK!” you shouted, throwing your phone onto the bed in frustration.

“Honestly, if he’s still mad, just break up with him already. You guys have been at it for almost an hour,” Semi said, popping a few chips into her mouth as she scrolled on her phone.

You dropped your head with a groan. “No, you don’t get it! He’s just so stubborn sometimes. I’m trying to communicate but he won’t listen.”

For the past 45 minutes, you’d been arguing with your boyfriend— and getting absolutely nowhere. It had started over something small: an Instagram post.

You had somewhere to be earlier that day, and while getting ready, you realized you looked really good. Naturally, your boost in confidence made you want to take a few pictures and post them. Not for anyone else— just to appreciate yourself.

But, like always, your boyfriend had a problem with it. Apparently, it was an issue because “other guys will see,” and he claimed you only posted it for their validation. You wanted nothing less than another man’s attention, and it hurt that he even assumed that.

You offered countless solutions— even offered to take the story down entirely— but the damage was already done. He was already mad, and nothing you did could fix it.

“He’s acting like a little bitch— it’s embarrassing. I seriously don’t get what you see in him.” Semi muttered with a shrug.

You threw your head back in exasperation. “Stop, he’s really sweet most of the time.”

“And what about the times he’s not?” she shot back.

You collapsed into the pillow and turned your head toward her. “It’s only bad when he’s upset about something… he just gets worked up easily.”

“That’s not getting worked up easily— that’s manipulative.” she said bluntly. “You shouldn’t have to kiss his ass just to have a peaceful day.”

You sighed at her words but you knew deep down she wasn’t wrong. It was a never-ending cycle—barely a week went by without you having to bend over backwards to soothe his ego. As much as you tolerated it, it was wearing you down.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Semi continued. “Seriously. You're the perfect girlfriend, and he still finds shit to complain about. Who else would deal with his behavior and still love him unconditionally?”

You didn’t respond to Semi. Not because she was wrong, but because hearing it out loud made it harder to keep pretending you were okay—that this relationship was still something worth fighting for.

Your eyes burned, but you refused to let the tears fall. Instead, you curled into yourself and stared at the ceiling, blinking hard, letting silence swallow the you.

Semi eventually put her phone down. “Hey,” she said softly, moving closer. “Don’t let him do this to you.”

You bit your lip, voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted him to love me… the way I love him.”

There was a beat of silence, then the sheets shifted as Semi reached out and brushed your hair back. Her touch was gentle, lingering— something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“It’s okay. His love isn’t worth it anyways.” She said, wiping the stray tears off your cheek. “You have a big heart, you just give it to the wrong people.”

Her words turned the faucets on your eyes even more. She saw right through you— and you didn’t know if you were thankful for finally being seen, or disappointed you let yourself be so vulnerable.

Her presence was warm, grounding. When you looked up at her, she wasn’t judging you. She just looked sad— for you. The dim lighting around the room sharpened her features as she hovered over you, closer and more intimate than you’d ever been.

You exhaled shakily. “I don’t want to cry about him anymore.” you whispered. “I just… I need to think about something else.”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated. Eyes searching hers, voice low. “I just need a distraction. From him— from everything.”

A pause. A deep, silent pause.

Her fingers threaded gently between yours— as if she were scared you’d float away. Suddenly, she leaned in. It was quick, like she was chasing the moment before it slipped from her grasp.

As her lips met yours, you felt a firework go off in your chest. It felt like all your problems disappeared, and you had nothing in the world to worry about.

Her thumb brushed your cheek as she deepened the kiss, now careful and slow, her lips moving like she was learning you—memorizing you.

You kissed her back with all the ache in your heart. With all the confusion and the quiet yearning you didn’t know had been growing between you for so long.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against yours, breath shallow.

Those same eyes that once stared at your friend with adoration, looked right at her with nothing but love. She had been the only one there for you no matter what, and she always knew how to comfort you.

Maybe it was the state of vulnerability— maybe it was the fact that you felt truly seen for the first time in years— but something in you flipped. Looking up at Semi, you could tell she felt it too.

Semi let out the softest sound against your before her hands gripped your waist with even more urgency. Then, in one swift motion, she flipped you over, guiding you so you were straddling her.

Your thighs fell open over her lap, your hands braced against her chest. You stared down at her, breath unsteady and heart pounding as the shift in position sent a flood of heat straight between your legs.

“Semi—” you whispered, your voice caught between hesitation and desire.

Her eyes locked with yours, dark but steady. “Shh, it’s okay” she murmured. “Are you comfortable with this?”

As you let out a whiney “yes”, her hands slid under your shirt, palms dragging up your sides as she pulled you down again, your mouths colliding with a new intensity.

The kiss was still careful— but deeper now, hungrier. Her tongue dragged along your bottom lip, urging you to open wider, your bodies pressing together like they were aching to disappear into one another.

You rocked against her without thinking, the friction sending a quick gasp from your throat. The thin fabric of your sleep shorts and her pajama pants did little to muffle the feeling— it was all heat and pressure and desperate tension.

One of her hands found the crook of your back, guiding your hips into a slow, deliberate grind against hers.

It was slow—messy. Like you’d been waiting your whole lives for this moment. Your hands tangled in her hair as she pushed you down, making you grind even harder—pulling a moan straight from your throat and into her mouth.

The kiss was intoxicating. You could spend hours in that same position, studying each other’s mouths as you backed yourself onto her, over and over again.

But suddenly, her lips pulled away from yours with a soft pop, her eyes flicking downward as her expression shifted.

Her hands, once clinging to your back, moved to your waist as she sat you upright. In one smooth motion, she tugged your shirt off and tossed it aside.

Wearing nothing but a bra underneath, you barely had time to react before Semi hooked her fingers beneath the band and lifted it, freeing your breasts.

Then she gently pushed you back down, pressing your bare chest to hers. As you laid there, stomach to stomach, she lowered her mouth and took one of your breasts into it, licking slow, hot stripes across your skin.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips, your back arching into her touch as she traced dizzying circles around your nipple, her other hand finding the second breast—rolling it carefully beneath her fingers.

Your head shot back in pleasure as your hips rolled into hers. A low moan escaped her throat, muffled against your skin. You could feel the vibrations travel straight through your chest, making your body twitch with need.

Suddenly, Semi flipped you around once again, softly placing your head down on the pillow below you as she hovered over your face.

"Fuck, you're so pretty..." she murmured, her voice warm and slick with lust as she kissed a trail down your sternum. "He doesn't deserve all this."

You whimpered, caught between embarrassment and raw desire, your fingers tangling in the sheets. Then, without warning, her hand dipped lower—skimming over your stomach before slipping past the waistband of your shorts.

Your breath caught. “Semi—”

“Shh” she whispered against your neck, teeth grazing the spot that made your thighs clench. “Let me take care of you.”

You did. You let her pull your shorts down your legs, slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving yours. When her fingers finally slipped between your thighs—you gasped, grabbing at her shoulders as your hips jerked.

She smiled, almost wickedly, as she dragged her fingers through your slick heat. “God, you’re soaked.”

Your whole body trembled as she slid a finger inside, followed by another, curling just right—just enough to make you see stars. "Keep looking at me," she whispered, and when your eyes met hers again, the intensity in her gaze nearly undid you.

“Please…” you breathed, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. She kissed you again, deep and slow, fingers never relenting.

Your moans spilled freely into her mouth as she swallowed every sound you gave her, fingers thrusting deeper, knuckles brushing places that made your toes curl.

Your thighs tensed around her hand, your body arching, desperate and trembling. She was unrelenting—curling, twisting, fucking you slow and steady like she knew exactly what you needed. Like she’d been memorizing your body long before tonight.

“S-Semi, I’m—” you choked out, breath hitching as your nails dug into her shoulders.

“I know” she whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Don’t fight it. Let go for me, baby.”

With a final curl of her fingers and a firm press of her thumb, your vision blurred.

You shattered—hips jerking, mouth falling open in a silent cry, heat ripping through your core in violent, pulsing waves. She held you through it, her other hand gripping your waist, grounding you as you fell apart.

And even as you came down, gasping and twitching, she didn’t stop. Her mouth moved back to your chest, tongue flicking lazily across your oversensitive nipple as her fingers slowed, dragging every last aftershock from your trembling body.

“S-Semi—fuck, wait—too much,” you whined, trying to twist away. But she only smirked, her voice low and smug against your skin. “Thought you could take it, baby.”

You shook your head, dazed and overstimulated, but still aching in that deep, dizzy way. Still clinging to her touch. She pulled her fingers out with an agonizing slowness, bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean—never breaking eye contact.

“Taste so good” she murmured, voice low and warm as she licked her fingers clean—slow, deliberate. Her eyes never left yours, dark with desire, but soft around the edges.

You were still breathless, your thighs trembling from the high she had already pulled out of you. But the way she looked at you—like she was nowhere near done—sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

She kissed your inner thigh once, then again a little higher, her breath brushing your skin. “Just relax for me, okay?”

You nodded, barely able to speak.

Semi guided your legs open with gentle hands, her thumbs stroking lazy circles into your skin as she settled between them. Her lips trailed soft, reverent kisses from your knee to the crease of your thigh, patient, savoring every inch of you.

“You're so pretty like this,” she whispered, her breath warm against your cunt before she placed the softest kiss right on your clit. You gasped, arching onto her slightly.

She smiled at the reaction, then dipped her head again—tongue tracing slow, teasing strokes between your folds, as if she had all the time in the world. Her hands came to rest on your hips, grounding you, holding you in place without force.

Her tongue moved with purpose but tenderness, curling and licking slow circles that made your eyes flutter shut. She moaned softly against you, sending gentle vibrations through your body, and the sensation made your breath hitch.

"That's it..." she murmured, voice low and steady between soft licks. "Just let me take care of you."

Your hand found her hair, fingers curling in without thinking—more for something to hold onto than to guide her. She was already tuned into every reaction you gave, adjusting her pace with each shiver, each breathy moan.

You felt her mouth seal around your clit, the suction light but unrelenting. Your hips rolled instinctively into her touch, and she welcomed it—humming softly like your pleasure was a melody she already knew by heart.

“I—I’m… fuck—“ you whispered, voice barely audible, overwhelmed by how good, how gentle it felt.

She responded with a kiss to your clit and a quiet, “I know.” Her hands rubbed your inner thighs with tenderness as she slightly increased her pace—adjusting her mouth to your body's responses.

Your fingers tightened in her hair as your body arched, overwhelmed by the warmth building in your stomach and the dizzying pleasure of her tongue. Every movement, every flick, every hum of hers seemed crafted just for you. She made you feel worshipped, adored—even with your legs shaking and your thoughts reduced to pure feeling.

When it hit—when your orgasm rolled through you, quiet yet all-consuming. You let out a soft, breathless cry—body trembling as you melted into the bed.

Semi didn’t stop right away. She eased you through it gently, mouth slowing with care as her hands rubbed your thighs until you softened beneath her completely. Only when your body gave a tired twitch and your breathing grew shallow did she finally lift her head.

She pressed a kiss just above your mound, then another on your stomach as she moved up your body. Her hand brushed the hair from your face before she nestled beside you, pulling the blanket over both your bodies with a soft hum.

You were quiet for a moment, your head resting against her shoulder, her fingers tracing mindless shapes into your spine.

“…Thank you,” you whispered, eyes heavy, voice hoarse.

She kissed your forehead softly. “You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to.”

You nuzzled closer to her warmth, leg slipping between hers. Everything felt hazy, gentle, safe. Her skin was warm against yours, heartbeat a slow lullaby beneath your cheek.

She held you like she didn’t want to let go, her touch light but firm, grounding you as sleep began to tug at the edges of your body.

“You okay?” she murmured quietly.

You nodded into her chest. “Yeah… more than okay.”

A small smile tugged at her lips as she tucked the blanket up to your chin. “Good. Then sleep.” With her arms wrapped around you, her scent lingering in the air, and her body curved perfectly against yours, it didn’t take long.

You drifted off like that—bare skin to bare skin, hearts steady, wrapped in a warmth that didn’t just touch your body, but held your soul.

[gingerteawrites]

HEADCANONS: JJK MEN WITH A SUPER SMART PARTNER

A/N: Had this thought while watching a random Youtube video so let's all dive down my silly little thoughts. I don't write in this kind of format often, so do let me know if you like it.

Content: Nanami x reader, Gojo x reader, Geto x reader, headcannons, gender neutral.

NANAMI KENTO

I know there's a lot of Nanami x bimbo-ish reader content out there. And while it definitely makes for some delicious delulu fuel, I am so convinced that Kento would prefer to be with someone who at least somewhat challenges him intellectually.

I can just picture it: The first time he heard you passionately go on about a deeply philosophical concept, or that one time you broke down a really hard topic you're super knowledgeable about, he felt his heart skip a beat.

If your area of expertise is not something he's familiar with, he'll find himself researching bits and pieces during his work breaks and then bring them up to you in conversation.

Of course, this absolutely delights you, and he can't decide if he prefers the twinkle in your eyes when you get lost in conversation, or the curve of your lips when they're pulled into a serious frown while you ponder his words.

Nanami, in my opinion, is also a huge "my partner" kind of guy, but in an amazing way. All of his co-workers that know him a bit know two things.

One, he's in a committed relationship. And two, his partner is super smart.

He doesn't even try to bring you up to people, the words just slip out and he finds himself making a comment along the lines of:

"My partner studied this in university, they're so knowledgeable about the field." or "I do not understand much of the topic, but I can ask my partner and get back to you later."

He cherishes your intelligence as in integral part of who you are, and is always rooting for you throughout all of your intellectual endeavors.

GOJO SATORU

Nothing anyone tells me will change my mind. At his core, Satoru is just a happy idiot that's kind of surprised he managed to bag you.

I know it might seem suprising, given that he practically has the confidence of a bigoted white man who thinks he's smart because he makes controversial political opinions (even though we all know our blue-eyed king would never be a bigot).

But trust me, sometimes he sees you locked in your own little world, musing on about some profound topics and he wonders how you even found him interesting at all.

All that to say he thinks you being smart is the best thing ever, and has 100% made comments about your sexy brain before.

As a natural consequence of this, Gojo uses you as his living encyclopedia, even if the questions he has are wildly out of your domain of expertise.

"Say, ____, exactly how much straw would it take to break a camel's back?"

"How much sugar can I eat before risking going into a coma?"

You might think that he's really just trying to mess with you, but no. Satoru genuinely thinks you're the smartest cookie on the planet and you know the answer to everything.

"I mean, shouldn't you be happy I'm asking you instead of that AI bullshit?" he says once, his head buried in your lap while you were reading a book. And you kind of have to concede. Maybe he was right.

I guess you just have to become the world's top expert in every field possible to become your boyfriend's very own AI assistant.

GETO SUGURU

In my opinion, Suguru is one of the smartest characters in the JJK verse. He's an expert in manipulation and has spent a lot of time diving into different philosophical thoughts and things like anthropology and sociology.

So of course, he would be delighted to have a partner who has a high intellect and with whom he can have deep conversations and theorize about life. He's probably huge on Eastern philosophy so after the first conversation you guys have about Buddhism and Shintoism, he's almost ready to go down on one knee.

On the other hand, I feel like if he had a partner who excelled in a more STEM aspect of things, he would be so very eager to listen to you and learn about your interests.

Whether it's sitting down and acting as an audience for when you practice presentations (and actually asking pretty thought-provoking questions), or inquiring about a concept that he knows you understand very well. Suguru will always try to match your energy with the things that you like.

I also feel like he'd be so into study dates, and generally be an amazing study buddy. The kind that brings all the good snacks to the session and keeps side conversations to only when both of your brains are starting to need a break. He would be the type of person you could sit in silence with for hours and both do your own thing, and then go get chocolate treats later because you read somewhere that it improves memory.

All to say he's completely enamored with you and you'd make one killer of an academic duo.

And that's all I have for you today, folks

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

[4doras]

RULES FOR DATING TRASH ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

you've always hated taesan, but now? now that changed ⊹♡

enemy.taesan x f.reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1.6k

a/n. does anyone else keeping getting that one ad on youtube for the webtoon 💔 i don't even read webtoon but it keeps popping up… anyway i kinda liked the title so i wanted to make a fic with it

RULE ONE: AVOID HIM

you never liked taesan and taesan never liked you, that was something you were sure of. having to talk to him made your blood boil, just seeing him ruined your mood, even the mention of his name made you mad. 

more under the cut!

there wasn’t much reason behind why you hated each other, other than the fact that he had an uncalled hatred for you. 

you hadn’t done anything to him, but he acted as if you had ruined his whole future. he did anything he could just to mess up your day. they were just small things, but big enough to irritate you – hiding stuff you desperately needed, purposely stepping on your shoelaces so they’d untie, walking around with his water bottle unnecessarily full and wide open so it’d spill on you – what did you do to him in your past life for him to treat you like this? 

with that, you made sure to avoid him at all times. 

but recently, taesan had made sure that it was quite literally impossible. it just so happened that everywhere you went, you saw him. and he probably found pleasure from it, knowing that it did nothing but make you mad. 

whatever length you went, he found a way to get under your skin. 

you were sitting at a cafe, complaining about taesan to jaehyun when the boy himself came through the door, ringing the bell attached to the top of the door. 

“hey, taesan’s here.” jaehyun looked at you with a shocked expression. “it’s like you summoned him here.” he chuckled at the coincidence. 

everyone, including jaehyun, knew that you and taesan didn’t like one another, but even knowing that, jaehyun still wanted to invite him to the table. 

“oh please? i’ll be here if he tries to do anything.” he scrambled to justify his actions, but you knew that he likely just enjoyed seeing you two bicker. either way, there was no point in telling him no: taesan was already on the way. 

instead of sitting beside jaehyun, which would’ve been much easier, he decided to slide next to you, sitting on the sofa. 

“ooh, taesan!” jaehyun cooed, grinning from ear to ear at the sight. “do you like y/n?” he covered his face with his hand, giggling like a maniac. “or… are you guys dating?” promptly dropping his hand. 

sometimes it just seemed like jaehyun wanted you and taesan together, he always talked about how you and taesan were secretly in love and were hiding it from the rest. “you’re seriously delusional, jaehyun.” were you not just grumbling about how annoying he is? you picked up your drink and took a big sip, hoping that'd take away from the fact that your biggest enemy was sitting right beside you. 

RULE TWO: DON’T TALK TO HIM 

well… you’ve broken this rule many times, but it was with reason. i mean, you couldn’t just listen as taesan threw snarky remarks at you, could you? of course you’d have to send some his way too. 

except this time. this time it was different. oddly enough, your conversation with each other was civil, the complete opposite of your usual ones that tended to end up with your friends taking you both your own ways before you started throwing punches at the other. 

you were solo-shopping in a mall when taesan spotted you. 

“hey, i saw my friend.” he was hanging out with some old friends he hadn’t met in a while and frankly, he wanted to get away from them, end the hangout early, but they just seemed to tail him wherever he went. 

taesan tapped you on the shoulder, slightly startling you as he did. “oh, hi.” you said in an unsure tone. he never really approached you, and if he did, he’d be with shared friends. 

“this is your friend?” one of the unrecognizable men who stood next to taesan asked. his tone was terribly rude, even if that wasn’t what he was trying to convey. “i mean, she's pretty but she’s clearly got no other friends.” he scoffed, the other unknown friend joining in. “right? It’s a weekend and you’re walking alone in a mall? what a joke.” the two laughed uncontrollably, leaving you standing there, completely humiliated. 

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.” taesan said in a voice that wasn’t angry, wasn’t loud either, just… calm. “stop talking about her as if you know anything.” and with that, he took your wrist and walked away with you. 

“sorry about them, i didn’t know they’d say that.” he softly apologized, still holding your wrist. “i don’t like them, they basically forced me to hang out with them.” 

you couldn’t find the right words to say. too many feelings were flowing in your mind. for one, you were upset. you were upset that taesan walked up to you and his friend immediately started insulting you. but then again, he was the one who defended you. and third, why was he still holding your wrist?

“i’m surprised you didn’t join them.” you resorted to keeping the conversation light. “but thank you, anyway.” 

“you know i wouldn’t say anything like that.” you could feel him getting angrier the more he thought about it. “i’d annoy you, for sure, but not hurt you.” 

for once, there was no bite. from taesan, at least. 

RULE THREE: KEEP YOUR DISTANCE 

you and your friend group, which sadly included taesan, decided to go out on a small glamping trip. and that meant a long drive was coming. 

jaehyun was driving, riwoo called shotgun, and what a coincidence, you were sat next to taesan. the back seats were tightly packed, everyone's shoulders and knees were pressing against one anothers. 

the seven of you had been on the way since five in the morning, and everyone was slowly falling asleep (minus jaehyun of course) 

hours pass. the sun sets. the music turns low, and your eyes slowly flickered shut. 

but when you wake up? your head’s leaning on his shoulder. taesan’s shoulder. and he’s letting it happen. not jerking his shoulder so your head would fall, not trying to push your head off, just letting you rest. 

you lift your head up, trying to sleep without the contact of his shoulder, but he pulls your head back down. 

“it’s fine.” he holds the side of your head, letting your head lay on his shoulder. and to make things worse, he fixed a small piece of your hair. 

it wasn’t right to feel this way, to feel your heart beat this quickly because of taesan. 

RULE FOUR: DON'T START TO CARE 

you’re all watching a movie at sungho’s place, everyone’s enjoying the movie except taesan. you couldn’t help but notice the way he played with the strings of his hoodie and how his eyes weren’t even focused on the tv. 

the others had checked up on him previously, but the way he snapped away too quickly when they said his name? you knew something wasn’t right. he’d dismiss it as tiredness, and maybe it was, but you knew it was the kind of “tired” that went deeper than sleep. 

you quietly got out of your seat to take the one next to taesan. 

it’s only a small thing. unspoken, quiet. you don’t even ask him what's wrong, you just stayed close. 

and the way taesan’s looking at you – he knows what you’re doing, but he’s not saying anything. he’s slightly leaning into you, thanking you without words. 

the both of you stayed in that position for the remainder of the movie, even falling asleep with your heads slumped against each other. 

you knew it was over when you realized how much you enjoyed his presence, even if you weren’t talking to each other. 

RULE FIVE: DO NOT FALL FOR HIM 

you’re frustrated. frustrated, mad, and sad, if you’re being honest. you were supposed to go out on a date with a guy tonight, but it just so happened that he cancelled. you wouldn’t have been mad if he just cancelled, but you found out he went out with someone else, a different girl. 

maybe it was time to take the sign that taesan was the one for you, because why were you telling him everything, and why was he listening? the old taesan wouldn’t have even sat down with you, and now he was listening as you ranted. 

“and now i’m dressed up for nothing.” other than the fact that your date cancelled on you, you were upset that you got ready for nothing. 

but the response was something you didn’t expect. 

“we can go out together, if you want.” your jaw fell. the han taesan was asking you out on a date? the same guy who used to hate you? “y/n?” you hadn’t noticed how you fell completely silent after he asked you out. 

“you want to go out… with me?” saying you were shocked was an understatement. 

taesan’s confidence didn’t falter, he seemed sure of his idea. “mhm. i have time, and you’re already dressed up for it anyway.” there was no hesitation in his eyes, just quiet certainty. “you look pretty, by the way.” he smiled softly, and at this moment, everything felt unreal. 

it was safe to say you liked him. 

the realization tasted a little like relief and a little like panic. you weren’t supposed to like him, but it felt good to finally accept that you did. taesan nudged your shoulder, half‑teasing, half‑checking if you were okay. 

you’d spent so long hating him, but maybe letting yourself feel something other than hate was a better idea than you thought.

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ITRAPPED MENTIONED‼️‼️

ehhehe I wanna request itrapped with a gn! reader who's like him in personality or goals in life (manipulative couple goals idk) and if I can add one more, headcannons plz!

oandjsoakfnfowodjhfnekaojcnekwofk- THANK YOU AND TAKE CARE‼️🙇‍♀️

ITrapped/Gn!Manipulative Reader

: Giving me the freedom to write about how I hc ITrapped is the worst possible mistake you could ever make(kidding, he's just far different from how I characterize him compared to fanon.. I think?)

:A scenario I thought of as to how you guys met was Chance introducing you to his other good ol' buddy, ITrapped. At first, you recognized their friend to be a threat. An obstacle to your future plans that definitely didn't have something to do with Chance's reputation and wealth at least

:And it was no doubt he shared the same thought as you. A genuine friend to Chance was no good and throughout both of your introductions, he was already strategizing on how to remove you slowly

ITrapped, Chance's other close friend's name, shook your hand. Disgusting and vile, were the words that echoed in your mind. You tugged the end of your lips upward, your cheekbone pressed up to create the illusion that you were friendly. It has been a long time since you've put your skills to use so your expression definitely looked awkward, to the trained eye at least because Chance didn't seem to notice the obvious face

The crowned figure on the other hand didn't even bother to fake a smile, he instead had the look of a composed and well mannered person. Something you didn't doubt due to his Victorian-like fashion, which only fueled your need to eliminate him

:For the whole duration of that hangout, you both picked up on each other's barely masked dislike for one another. You didn't have an issue with his obvious contempt, because it was expected from a rich spoiled rotten kid like him and trying to gain a bit of respect from him or even on his nice side would prove to be a waste of time in your experience

:Seemed like you were out of luck though, because from the moment you showed the subtle disrespect towards him he was sure he wanted to watch and be the cause of your downfall. Humiliating you was his second goal just before using and killing Chance

:ITrapped use your disrespect towards him as motivation, you'd better hope that you have a clean criminal record or you're free from any kind of negative accusations. Even a smidge of stain on your reputation is something he'll definitely use against or 'playfully' joke/mention in your next interactions

:That man is dedicated to his goals, so he wouldn't have any difficulties to think of a way to make you look shit Infront of Chance. Hell, he's even willing to show a crumb of his real colors if it's just to destroy the illusion you painted for Chance

You and Chance were joking about the recent criminal caught, making fun of the fact that they let themselves get jailed so easily due to their rookie mistakes. And before you knew it, ITrapped's gaze was lingered onto you before he finally decided to contribute something to the conversation after his long silence

"Speaking of rookie mistakes— have you not committed one during the night of August 13?"

That made you and Chance stop in your tracks, he was admittedly confused and you could only glare at the man beside Chance who had a look of innocence which was obviously just an act

:In return, you would observe him from afar. Watching his every move and every gesture. It was almost like you were dissecting him from the inside to the outside, and to be honest? Yeah, that was your intention. You intended to keep note of every gesture or habit he tended to do when he was nervous, lying, or in fear.

:Because of this, you easily picked up the fact that he was far different from what you first perceived him as. Instead of the cunning, conniving gentleman you thought of him to be, he was instead a cheeky man who adorned himself in the outfit of the riches when the mannerisms was something he lacked

:To deflect his 'jokes', you in response would nitpick the terrible mannerisms he had. Which more so definitely caused a wild fire concealed as a playful argument with Chance suffering in the middle of it

:..Though it wouldn't be long until you started noticing unnecessary things about him, things that couldn't aid you for your snide remarks

:Like how his eyes was a specific shade of blue, Sapphire blue you could tell from having stared at him for so long. How he would fidget with the strands of his long hair when he felt threatened— okay maybe you could use that against him, but details aside, you couldn't help but admire the small little things about him when you thought about it too much

:ITrapped would also face the same exact issue, except he was in complete awe of your achievements you accomplished. He would uncover things like what you've created for these said accomplishments or the ideas that helped you win. But of course, not without him silently comparing his achievements with yours

:ITrapped had photos of your work in his phone, admiring them from time to time and looking closely at the details while praising you silently for it. If one of your works was accessible to the public, he would definitely make time to visit where it is located just to see it's beauty for himself

:As more time passed and the more you both uncovered about each other, the more the 'playful' arguments would turn into subtle praises/compliments for each other. Chance obviously caught onto this but he was just happy both of his best buds were finally getting along

:It didn't take long for the both of you in this stage to uncover the fact that you both were using Chance, and this was what helped you two come together to share your thoughts and ideas on how you guys could get rid of him to finally take what is his

:Following this, you noticed the blonde be more open with you and allowing himself to be the mischievous cheeky guy he truly was underneath

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: Waahh.. Chance my beloved.. anyways one day in and I noticed that I've already reached 11 followers.. hmm.. maybe just for that I'll expand the games I'll write for

[rainbowsuitcase]

Imagine a metafic (I really hope I'm using that right) where Pete Mitchell is filming his new movie Top Gun on Commander Kazansky's base.

Ice is trying to do serious work here while all these actors are getting in his way and fucking with his schedule and being rude and distracting his Lieutenants.

Commander Kerner got stuck as an advisor and he comes to Ice's office after every shift to bang his head on the wall and complain about another unrealistic scene that got filmed today despite his strong recommendation not to. "He says he's not making a documentary, Ice, I fucking hate this, what did I ever do to you."

Ice always gives him a pat on the back and a shot of vodka.

The producer/main actor Pete Mitchell keeps filming these insane dangerous stunts that are going to get him killed one of these days and Ice so doesn't want to deal with that paperwork.

The Lieutenants draw straws on who gets to do the fly-by, which is coincidentally also Ice's last straw. After dealing with the lucky Lieutenant, he requests Mitchell to his office too to finally fucking explain some things to him.

Mitchell is as reckless as his character and grins when he tells Ice that he's hot when he's pissed off.

Ice gets a cheeky personalized thank you in the movie credits.

Pete invites him to the premiere, not expecting him to actually show up. He does. He wears a suit. He looks so hot in it, Pete wants to rip it off of him.

They end up hooking up instead of going to the afterparty.

Pete's character's callsign is Maverick, and Ice starts calling him that too, because. Well. It fits.

His crazy stunts stress Ice out even when they're no longer happening on his base.

Especially when they're no longer happening on his base. Because what if something actually happens and he can't be there.

Some of the Daggers and 86ers and still in the Navy, some are actors.

I need Slider with Ice, of course, and I need Phoenix as a badass pilot who ends up inspiring one of the characters.

She possibly ends up getting with shy actor Bob.

His character's name is also Bob.

Charlie is movie crew, she’s the one primarily talking to the Navy and dealing with scheduling.

She’s very no-nonsense, she and Ice would probably get along really well if they didn’t have completely different priorities.

I can't decide about Hangman and Rooster, because I can't decide about Goose.

Nick is either an actor whose character Goose dies, and his son Bradley is brought in to play Goose’s son for his debut role.

Or Goose is Ice’s dead friend from the Academy and he has Angst about being Bradley’s Commander.

Either way, Hangster definitely start hooking up at some point.

They have to hide from both Ice and Pete, so they decide to pretend they hate each other.

This does not give Ice any less grey hairs.

"Mitchell, for fuck's sake, teach your actors how to behave. We're trying to work here!"

[zazaiafe2]

The most complete shifting protocol you'll ever try (or THE shifting method?)

It’s been a while since I’ve been working on this protocol. I’ve done my best to optimize every step to help as many people as possible based on the survey i shared, the problem y'all gave me and my knowledge. I won’t claim it’s foolproof, but I truly believe it can make a big difference for a lot of you. If you decide to try it, there’s a survey at the end of the blog so you can share your experience and help refine it even more. Let’s go shift!

1) During the day / during the week

Feel free to read your script, listen to a sound that reminds you of your DR, affirm, or meditate, depending on what suits you best.

This helps prime your subconscious and creates familiarity with your DR across days, without pressure.

Adapt it to your style: for some people, music works; for others, reading or daydreaming is enough, you really don't need to do too much.

Tip: consistency is more important than perfection. Do whatever will please and help you.

For example, you can create mood boards or playlists, this is an example, you can do whatever you want.

2) Just before sleep

Do a short meditation of at least 5 minutes. It can be guided or silent, but its goal is to calm your mind and detach from your current day.

This helps move from beta waves to alpha or theta, creating an optimal bridge for shifting.

Tip: even 5 minutes can deeply shift your state if you do it with true presence.If you really like meditation you can even do more.

A short 10 minute meditation like this can really help.

3) Setting your intention

As you get ready to sleep, remind yourself:

->“Tonight, I shift. I am safe. I am ready to transform.”

Or any affirmations adapted to you and pace.

Place this intention in your mind without obsessing, just like setting a GPS route.

Tip: repeat it once or twice if you wish, but then let it go with confidence.

4)WBTB (Wake Back To Bed)

Plan to wake up in the night after a sleep cycle (e.g. 4–6 hours depending on your sleep rhythm).

No random phone use, and absolutely no social media unless it’s only to launch your theta/alpha sound and remove the alarm .

⚠️Blue light filter ON if you check anything.

Move minimally (water, bathroom, a short stretch) and keep the lights dim.

Stay awake at least 3 min, maximum 50 min, then go back to bed.

The phone can interfere with entering theta/alpha waves. I really recommend putting on the blue light filter about 1 hour before going to sleep.

5) During WBTB

While you’re awake, you can:

-get up and drink some water

-reread your script

-daydream about your DR

-do a tiny relaxation

Avoid overstimulating yourself.

Tip: this phase is for priming, not restarting the whole shift preparation from scratch.

6) Breathing techniques

When returning to bed, start with:

box breathing (inhale 4s, hold 4s, exhale 4s, hold 4s)

Coherence breathing (5s in, 5s out, smooth rhythm)

Or 4-7-8 breathing (4s in, hold 7s,exhale 8s)

->Just choose what suit you the best.

Let these rhythms calm your system and focus your mind away from your physical body.

->breathing = grounding + focus.

Explanations of the three types of breathing .

7) Brainwaves support

Play theta or alpha binaural beats, or isochronic tones, if you like them.

No need to overthink the “perfect” track. Choose something relaxing, consistent, with no big volume spikes.

-> your own sense of calm is more important than the frequency’s perfection.

You can play this kind of waves.

8) Physical position

Choose a position where you won’t fall asleep too easily (like semi-sitting, or slightly propped up on pillows).

Keep your body still as much as you can, to favor the floaty feeling.

If you notice the urge to self-check, gently redirect to observing your inner calm and the quiet confidence that you will shift.

->trust the process instead of micromanaging it.

You are powerful and capable of shifting into your DR.

9) Mental focus

Try to distract your mind lightly:

-simple counting

-easy imagery (like clouds or stars or an object of your DR)

-recalling parts of your DR script

-small mantra

-feel the emotions you have in your DR

The goal is to stay in a passive but present state ,not to force your thoughts.

If you sense a “floaty” or dreamlike moment, flow with it.

10) Letting go

Once you’ve affirmed or visualized, release.

Trust your DR will come to you naturally, without forcing or chasing.

Picture it like opening a door and calmly waiting for it to cross the threshold.

Softness + confidence are more powerful than pushing, try to be calm.

Many people feel closest to shifting with a calm focus.

11) Handling intrusive thoughts

If intrusive or negative thoughts pop up, see them as passing clouds.

Don’t try to fight or suppress them, it only gives them power.

Instead, note: “OK, this thought is here, but it does not define me, it's not me”

Your focus is the sail, your thoughts are just the wind. You can still steer.

You can imagine that they are like clouds passing across the sky.

12) Ego detachment

At the key moment, remind yourself:

“I am more than this current identity. It is safe for me to let go of this identity and experience a new one”

Disidentify from your “CR ego” so your awareness can move more freely.(I invite you to see my blog on this subject)

This step is subtle but extremely powerful to release subconscious anchors.

Think of yourself as a free observer of realities, and embodie this soft feeling of safety.

13) Micro awakenings

If you don’t shift straight away, set the intention to notice micro-awakenings in the night.

Example: “If I wake up slightly, I will stay still and try again.”

These micro-awakenings are amazing opportunities to relaunch a shift attempt, especially in a hypnagogic state.

-> note your emotions and mental state after each try to adjust next time.

14) Lucid dreams as a gateway

Sometimes, these techniques will instead trigger a lucid dream even if you never done one before .

If that happens, you can:

-shift directly from the lucid dream

-or explore the lucid dream calmly and try shifting next time

->treat lucid dreams as allies, not as failures.

15) Tracking and reflecting

Whether you succeed or not, write down your:

-dreams(this technique can also greatly improve dream recall)

-emotions

-thoughts before sleep

This builds self-awareness and helps you adjust future attempts.

-> even small details (mood, environment, worries) can give clues about your subconscious state.

16) Holotropic breathwork (optional)

Once a week, you may practice holotropic breathwork to:

-release deeper emotional blocks

-loosen subconscious tension

-encourage identity detachment

This is not mandatory, but can help if you feel stuck.

This video can be useful for practice if you want to be accompanied while doing the breathwork.

Reminder: avoid if you have heart or trauma sensitivities without professional advice, and go see my blog on this subject I explain absolutely everything about this breathing.

17) Trust over repetition

Remember: more attempts ≠ more success.

Quality of intention + quality of your state > number of tries.

Stay gentle, stay steady. One peaceful attempt is worth more than 50 frantic ones.

no timeline, no rush.

We see that the number of shift attempts doesn't mean anything about whether we'll succeed or not. This is based on my survey of people who have never shifted.

18) Final choices, 4 scenarios

From the point after wbtb, there are 4 possibilities:

1️⃣ You shift → congratulations, welcome to your DR!

2️⃣ You can’t shift → place the intention for your next micro-awakening, note down insights, try again calmly.

3️⃣ You fall asleep and wake up in the morning → note dreams, thoughts, feelings for next time.

4️⃣ You enter a lucid dream → explore it or use it to shift on the spot.

Conclusion:

Shifting is not a race. It is an art of alignment, trust, and gentle identity release. This protocol gives you structure and freedom, combining proven techniques with space for personal adjustment.

You deserve to shift with peace, not with violence toward yourself.

-> Consistency + presence + compassion = the best conditions for success.

The link of the survey :

[sinnabarmoth]

The God, The Dragon, & The Girl

Pairing: Rafayel x Fem|Reader x Sylus

Prompt: Sharing a heart with someone but sharing a soul with someone else can be a tricky business. Thankfully your god and your dragon are willing to share. (This is a polycule! Raf and Sylus love their girl but also love each other! Happy pride!)

Word Count: 2300

You were in a bit of a pickle.

Standing in front of your bed you had two dresses picked out but you could only wear one to dinner. One was in a pretty pink that had some nice flow and bounce to it when you walked, the other was in a deep crimson red that was more slinky and sexy and moved like rippling wine. They were such polar tastes to what your boyfriends preferred on you.

“Cutie,” Rafayel appeared in the doorway, “are you almost ready to--you’re not even dressed yet?”

“I can’t decide which dress to wear and I can’t do my makeup until I know what color I’m wearing.” you sighed. “Help.”

Rafayel came over and inspected the choices you laid out. “I like the pink one--”

“But the red would look even better on her.” Came Sylus’s voice from down the hall.

And here it went again.

“The pink is cuter!” Rafayel shouted back to Sylus.

“Red is hotter.” Sylus shouted back.

“I will fight you on this, lizard man!” Rafayel stomped out of the room.

“Come try your luck, fish boy.” Sylus said, humor in his voice.

“Useless, the both of them.” you sighed then went to the door. “No quickies you two! We have a reservation and I have been dreaming about going to this restaurant for weeks and we are not missing it!”

“Then get dressed, kitten.” Sylus’s head popped out from his room down the hall. “You’re the one that’s going to make us late.” He then grabbed Rafayel by the collar and yanked him into the room.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your closet, grabbing a pretty blue dress with black accents instead. You really needed to stop asking their opinion when you knew they were going to have such polar opposite thoughts on them.

It had been strange when your memories started returning. It had happened the first time at an art show with Rafayel, Sylus happened to be there looking for a new acquisition and ran into you. Trying to explain how you knew Sylus to Rafayel and vice versa had been a bit of a challenge but something happened when you had the two of them together. It was like something had unlocked in your brain and memories pulling you between two different pasts started unraveling in your mind. The Sea God’s bride and the dragon’s sorceress. Your heart with Rafayel, your soul with Sylus.

You had started hyperventilating and they ushered you away from the crowd and let you calm down before telling them what was going on in your head. They were quiet for a long time before it all came spilling out. Your story. Your lives that you had lived with both of them.

They were shocked and a little adversarial at first when they realized they were sitting next to someone who you had been in love with in a past life. But you were still reeling so had put it aside to comfort you until everything had made sense in your head. You remembered them both. You loved them both. Your heart and body strained to compete with the pull between them.

There was so much pain from the past. So much that you had lost with both of them only to be reunited now. You couldn’t fathom being apart from either of them ever again but you didn’t know if your god and your dragon would let you be with another, even if you were still with them.

They had been surprised too when they learned that you shared such a large part of yourself with another. The clear panic you showed when they started bickering about who had more of a right to you was enough to get them to stop. They never wanted to hurt you. You had finally returned to them after so long, they couldn’t in good conscience deny you the other half of your heart or your soul. So an arrangement had been made. You could have both of them and they would love you without interfering with the other.

The more time that passed of this arrangement though something even more unexpected started happening, that was the feelings that grew between Rafayel and Sylus themselves. It was a relief to you that not only were they getting along but that they were also interested in each other. It felt less like you were being shared between two men and more like you were all living harmoniously in mutual love and attraction between the three of you.

Rafayel and Sylus argued and bickered like an old married couple and nine times out of ten it ended with them pouncing on each other. Which was why you were now rushing to get ready so they didn’t get the chance to completely ruin their appearance sucking on each others faces, or worse.

You were clipping on your earrings as you moved down the hall. “Loves of my life, you had better be decent because I’m ready to leave now.”

“Coming!” Rafayel said, stumbling out of Sylus’s room with disheveled hair.

“Well, not anymore.” Sylus said, following behind him with his tie askew and a new hickey poking out from his collar.

“Unbelievable.” you rolled your eyes. You straightened Sylus’s tie and smoothed out Rafayel’s hair. “I said no quickies.”

“Sylus is making it sound worse than it was.” Rafayel assured you.

“Or maybe our kitten is just jealous she didn’t get to participate.” Sylus said, giving you a kiss.

“Still hate that pet name.” Rafayel grumbled. “She’s much cuter than those feline monsters.”

“Raf, my darling, it’s just a name.” you gave Rafayel’s a quick kiss. “Now come on, let’s get going.”

“I thought you were choosing between the pink and red dress.” Sylus said, appraising your new choice.

“Don’t worry about it.” You grabbed their hands and left the house and made your way over to the restaurant. When you got there you were shown to your table and you marveled at the spectacular view out the high windows that looked over the rest of Linkon.

You sat down to eat and took the time over your meal to catch up on what was going on in the lives of your boyfriends. Rafayel had an art show later that week and had been trying to get out of going to it but Thomas was being adamant and Rafayel knew when to cut his losses. Sylus was meeting up with some protocore sellers the same night as Rafayel’s show which left you to decide who to go with.

Rafayel would be bored out of his mind without you at the art show but things could get dicey with Sylus’s meeting and he could use backup if things came to blows. Why did they have to have plans on the same day? It made choosing so difficult.

“Go with Raf,” Sylus said after you had kept quiet trying to decide all through the entree course.

“But--”

“I’ll be fine on my own, promise.” he leaned in closer, bringing his voice to a whisper, “Besides, if you don’t go with him then he’s going to pout the entire next day and for our sanity we should avoid that.”

“Good point.” you agreed.

“What are you two whispering about?” Rafayel asked.

“Nothing, honey!” you beamed at him. “Just discussing plans for Saturday. Sylus might be able to come to the art show after he is done with his meeting.”

So, Saturday evening Sylus left for his meeting and you and Rafayel went out to the art show. It was pretty boring but joking around with Rafayel made it more tolerable. So did the hors devours and glasses of champagne floating around the room.

You were arm in arm with Rafayel, half-listening as he chatted with a patron when your stomach gave a large gurgle.

Eyes turned to you and you smiled awkwardly. “Excuse me, must have been those mini quiches.” you joked. You ate a lot of hors devours in your boredom this evening. It was probably just indigestion.

There was another loud gurgle and groan followed by a sharp stabbing pain in your stomach. Okay. Not indigestion. Much worse than indigestion. “Can you excuse me for one moment?” you extracted yourself from the group and went to the bathroom. You gripped the bathroom sink, taking in several slow long breaths as you tried to fight down the pain radiating from your stomach.

Then your world tilted as a wave of nausea crashed over you. You turned around and dashed into one of the stalls, hurling into the toilet. Damn it. Was it food poisoning?

“Cutie, you in there?” Rafayel’s voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine--” you cut off as you hurled again. “No. I lied. Having a bad time in here.”

“I’m coming in.” you heard the door open and felt his hand on your back. “Oh no, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“Yeah. I think I got food poisoning from the hors devours.” you muttered.

“We should get you home. Think you can move?”

You limply shook your head.

“Okay, be right back.” Rafayel dashed from the bathroom and came back a moment later with a glass of water and your coat. You washed out your mouth and spit it back into the toilet before letting Rafayel cover you with your coat and lift you up into his arms. “Let’s go home.”

When you got home Rafayel called Sylus to let him know you had left the show early cause you got sick. You tried to get him to stop since you didn’t want him worrying about you when he was trying to work but it was useless.

“Hey babe,” Rafayel said once he got a hold of Sylus, “No we had to leave early. Our darling girlfriend went ahead and ate something spoiled and now has food poisoning. She’s not doing too great right now. Yeah. Okay. See you when you get here, love you too.” he hung up.

“Sylus is on his way back, he said he loves you and that he’ll be home soon.”

“I told you not to bother him…” you muttered.

“And let him find out that you were sick and that we didn’t tell him immediately instead? No thanks, I’d rather not deal with his snappish behavior if we did that.”

By the time Sylus got home Rafayel had already helped you out of your clothes and changed you into something more comfortable. You were still curled around the toilet, face sweaty and burning as a fever started to set in.

“Oh sweetie,” Sylus said, sitting on the bathroom floor with you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” you sent him a glare. “What kind of question is that?”

“She’s been crabby since we got home. Tread carefully.” Rafayel whispered to him.

“It was a dumb question. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well.” Sylus said, rubbing your back and moving some hair away from your face.

“No, I’m sorry.” Rafayel sighed, “That caterer should have been screened better. Their hors devours were suitable at best but not great and they clearly didn’t care about food safety. They should never have been hired.”

“All that food…wasted…” you groaned, staring at the toilet like it personally offended you.

“You stay with her for a minute. I’m going to go out and get some medicine, I didn’t realize we were so low until we got home.” Rafayel said.

“Yeah, you go. I got her.” Sylus stayed next to you, speaking soothingly as your body writhed in pain.

“I know, sweetie. I know it hurts. Once your body flushes out the bacteria it’ll all be over.” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Can you just kill me instead?”

“Literally nothing in the universe could convince me to do that, my other half.”

“Ugh!” you groaned.

You rolled over and held out your arms. Sylus gave you a pitying smile and pulled you onto his lap, keeping you secure and comfortable in his arms. “You’re burning up, here.” he used his evol to grab a wet hand towel from the sink and pressed it to your burning forehead. You sighed in relief, melting more into Sylus, your eyes falling closed. “That’s it, rest. We’re going to take good care of you.”

When you woke up again you were in your bed, either boy was laid in bed next to you. Rafayel was fast asleep but Sylus was awake, his reading glasses on with a book in hand. Upon noticing you wake up he set the book aside. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great but better than I was earlier.” you took the towel off of your head. “Is it still night?”

“About five AM, I’ll probably be going to bed soon but I wanted to stay close in case you needed anything.”

“I said I had her.” Rafayel mumbled sleepily on your other side.

“Good morning to you too, dear.” Sylus smirked. “I’m nocturnal, it was only natural I stay by her side.”

“If it is still that early I’m going to go back to sleep.” you slumped back under the sheets. Rafayel immediately enveloped you in his arms.

“Glad you’re feeling better, my heart,” he yawned.

“Since she’s doing better I’ll let you two sleep. I’m going to go back to my bed.” Sylus moved to stand up but you grabbed his arm. “Need something, sweetie?”

“Stay.” you said, “Just until I fall back asleep. Please?”

“Of course.” he reclined back on the bed one hand playing gently with your hair. You were being pulled back under very quickly and just before you were lost to dreaming you felt a shift in the bed and the press of lips to your head. “Rest well, my dears.” Sylus whispered.

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Hii! Can you please write a poly!mauraders × reader ff? 🫶💫

hello lovely!! thank you for your request! i wasn’t sure what direction you wanted me to take it because you didn’t ask for a plot/trope but i hope you like this <3

more than roommates

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily x reader

word count: 1.4k words

warnings: roommates!au, mild language, miscommunication trope, reader is oblivious, use of pet names (dove, sunshine, love, darling), no use of y/n, idiots in love, roommates to lovers.

summary: you thought you were just roommates, but the marauders were convinced you were all dating, so what happens when they overhear you saying you’re single?

a/n: i originally was gonna write something different but decided to save that for another fic, wrote this on my phone so excuse any mistakes.

requests are open

You wake up to the smell of pancakes and James humming off-key in the kitchen. It’s not unusual.

Neither is finding Sirius in your bed because he “fell asleep watching that documentary you like.” Or the way Remus has already ironed your shirt for work and left a note on top of it — You have a meeting today. Don’t be late. x

They’ve been together for years — in that soft, easy way that doesn’t need explaining. Kisses in the hallway. Shared clothes. Warm limbs tangled on the sofa.

And somehow, you’ve ended up folded into the edges of all that softness. It’s like living with three boyfriends you don’t technically have. Which is fine. Really.

Except for the part where you’re completely in love with all of them. And you’re fairly certain they’re not in love with you… right?

You’re sitting by the fireplace later that afternoon, a warm mug cradled between your hands. Lily stops by for a quick chat, and somehow the conversation turns to relationships. “Oh, I’m still very single,” you say offhandedly.

Behind you, a glass shatters. The room goes dead quiet. You and Lily turn around. James is frozen mid-bend, hand halfway to the shards. Sirius looks like he’s just been hit by a Bludger. And Remus — Remus has gone completely still, his book forgotten, eyes locked on you.

You look at them in confusion. “Are you okay, Jamie?”

“I’m fine, angel,” he says, but it comes out strained.

Lily stands, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt. “I think I’m going to head out,” she says with a knowing smirk. “Looks like you’ve got some things to talk about.”

The door clicks softly as Lily leaves and you all just stare at each other for a few minutes. Sirius breaks the silence. “Single, huh?” He tries to come across as lighthearted but there’s a bite to it.

The tension is thick, as Sirius stares at you. You laugh awkwardly. “What? I mean, yeah? I’m not seeing anyone.” But Sirius doesn’t smile. He just raises a brow.

“Could’ve fooled us, darling,” Remus murmurs. “Thought you were.”

Confusion lingers on your face, your eyebrows furrowing as you try make sense of his words. “What are you talking about Remus?” you ask, taking a step back.

“You really didn’t know?” This time James speaks, his voice soft as if not to startle you.

You blink. “Know what?”

The boys all look at each other, realising what’s going on. “Sunshine,” James asks, eyes searching, “what do we mean to you?”

The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate. “You’re my friends, of course. We’re roommates.”

“Roommates?” Sirius scoffs, and he sounds almost offended by your words. “You can’t be serious, love.” But the look on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

“Oh shit,” he almost whispers. “You’re not joking.”

James steps closer, voice warm and sure.

“We’ve always thought of ourselves as your boyfriends, sunshine. Not just friends or roommates.”

“Boyfriends?” you half shout.

The look on your face is priceless, and if it were any other situation, James would’ve probably laughed. Instead, he just smiles softly, his eyes full of gentle patience.

“Well, yeah,” he says quietly. “We’ve been more than just friends for a long time. We thought you knew.”

“But you guys are already together,” you say, voice quieter now, confused. “I thought we were just friends.”

Remus steps closer, his expression soft but serious. “There’s nothing just friends about us, dove. I mean, come on — Sirius spends most nights in your bed, James cooks for you like it’s his love language, and I know your entire routine by heart.” He tilts his head. “That doesn’t exactly scream casual friendship, does it?”

You look at him, blinking. “I just thought you were being nice,” you mumble, a small huff escaping your lips.

Sirius lets out a sharp laugh. “Nice? I literally punched a guy for flirting with you, love.”

You blink at him. “Yeah, well… he was getting handsy anyway.”

Sirius grins, completely unbothered. “Exactly. And you think that was just me being friendly?”

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it — the teasing, the confessions, the way your whole world seems to have shifted in a matter of minutes.

Then James steps forward, slowly, giving you space to pull away — but you don’t.

His fingers brush yours, tentative at first, and then he gently laces them together.

“We didn’t mean to confuse you, sunshine,” he says softly. “We just… we already felt like yours. I guess we thought you felt like ours, too.”

“I didn’t know,” you say quietly.

James’s grip on your hand tightens, just slightly — grounding, not demanding.

“I know,” he says, just as softly. “But you do now.”

Behind him, Remus gives you a look that feels like warmth itself. “We’re not asking you to decide anything right this second,” he says. “We just… needed you to know.”

“I like you guys too,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I never said anything because I thought… you were already happy together.”

There’s a beat of silence. Not heavy — just full.

Then Remus moves first, stepping forward like the words physically pulled him closer. “We are happy,” he says gently. “But we’ve been happiest with you in it.”

Sirius huffs a soft laugh, something almost like relief in his eyes. “Bloody hell, we thought you were happy just keeping it how it was.”

James lifts your joined hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “We’ve all been in love with you, sunshine. Just waiting for you to catch up.”

“What happens now?” you ask, looking at them — still a little dazed, like you’re waiting to wake up.

Sirius grins, but there’s something softer behind it now. “Well, I guess I can finally do this.”

He steps in, gently tugging you away from James. One arm wraps around your waist, the other tilts your chin up with surprising care.

“Been dying to,” he murmurs, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips — slow, sure, and somehow both familiar and entirely new.

He gets carried away, the kiss deepening, his fingers curling in the fabric at your waist like he’s been waiting years for this.

You barely have time to catch your breath before James calls out, “Oi, save some for the rest of us!”

Sirius pulls back with a grin, his breath warm against your lips. “Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “Got a bit excited.”

James steps in, turning your head toward him, capturing your lips in a kiss. His lips are soft against yours, and they move in a way that’s different — reverent, like he’s trying to tell you something without words.

It’s gentle, but there’s passion beneath it, steady and warm like the sun after a long winter.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes search yours, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Told you we were yours, sunshine.”

Behind him, Remus chuckles softly. “You lot are going to smother her before I even get a turn.”

He holds his arms out for you, and this time, you don’t hesitate.

The moment you’re close enough, he pulls you into his chest, his lips finding yours in a kiss that feels like exhaling after holding your breath for too long.

And just like that — like it was always meant to happen — the final piece clicks into place.

Just as you settle into the warmth of their arms, Sirius leans in close, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone.

“Well, now that you’re officially ours,” he murmurs, a sly grin tugging at his lips, “I plan on making sure you never want to leave the bed again.”

You laugh, cheeks flushing, a spark lighting up your eyes.

James clears his throat loudly. “Sirius, could you not?”

Remus shoots him a sharp look. “Behave, Padfoot. She might not be ready for all that just yet.”

Sirius just smirks wider, eyes twinkling. “No promises, Moony.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide the smile tugging at your mouth, but Sirius’s words have already sent a flush creeping up your cheeks.

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” you say softly, leaning into the warmth surrounding you.

James chuckles, pulling you gently closer. “Don’t worry, sunshine — we’re all here. Together.”

Remus nods, his eyes full of quiet promise. And for the first time in a long while, you believe it.

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shooting stars

xavier finds out you have the hots for him when you see him shoot a gun for the first time, so he decides to use it to his advantage.

pairings: xavier/unnamed afab {mc/you}

WARNINGS: GUNPLAY!!! p and v sex, big pp shen xinghui, unprotected, oral (f and gun receiving lol), shameless SMUT!!, second person pov

word count: 6k

a/n: quick break on HONEY CRISPS because ive been going crazy since release of this promise pv...i am so deeply and irrevocably in love with this man its driving me insane. ive been praying for the day that he held a gun and it came true and he looks so good...so heres my shameless contribution to it. FIRST TIME WRITING IN SECOND PERSON, FIRST TIME WRITING ABT XAVIER!! pls be nice and also no beta reader so maybe mistakes...somewhere

CROSS-POSTED TO AO3

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shooting stars

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to kick your past self or profusely thank them. All you did was ask Xavier why he never used guns. The two of you were doing routine bounty hunt missions, and once it was over, you looked over at him with his sword.

“I’ve never seen you use a gun before, is it because you’re a bad shot?” You chuckled lightly over at him, a smirk on your face as you wiped the sweat off your brow.

You expected him to roll his eyes or pout at the accusation, but instead was met with a smug look as he put his weapon away. He walked towards you with wide strides, and tilted his chin upwards whilst still looking down at you. “Care to find out?”

The next destination became the shooting range at the Hunter’s Association. The person working the front looked at Xavier with wide eyes. “Woah! I haven’t seen you since the mandatory training here. Going back to ol’ reliable?” He laughed, sliding the trays over with the guns and rounds. 

Xavier reacted with a soft smile. “Someone wanted to see how bad of a shot I am.” He replied, looking back at you. 

You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the way he looked at you.

The man behind the counter let out a hearty laugh, “Give her one hell of a show then.”

He picked up the tray and began walking into the actual range, holding the door open for you. You picked your usual spot and he placed his belongings at the designated spot next to you before walking beside you, with his arms crossed. “You first.”

You looked at him hesitantly. He had a smirk on his lips, his head cocked to the side. Something about his demeanor made him even more irresistible than usual. Like this was a challenge, a challenge you really wanted to take. “You’ve seen me shoot.”

Xavier shrugged, “I’m a bad shot, I need to see how a professional Hunter shoots first.”

You huffed at him before turning back to face the front, onto the target. Like clockwork, you prepare your weapon as you always did. A quick inspection before you loaded the magazine. It was different from the one you normally used, so you tried looking for the right grip that felt comfortable to you. It wasn’t until you felt a warm breath against your ear that you realized how close he was, it made you jump. He was bent over to match your height, looking over your shoulder, watching what you were doing.

The corner of his lip twitched upward as he stood back up, raising both his hands up like he was just caught. “Sorry, continue.” He said.

It made you nervous, but you wanted to prove yourself. You tried hiding the small shiver that went up your spine from him watching you. Despite doing this for a living now, and having shot in front of him multiple times, it suddenly felt different. Like you were shooting for the first time.

As you tried to brush off the nervousness, you took your usual stance, bringing your arms up with the gun and aimed at the target. A deep breath as your finger grazed the trigger and then you pulled it. 

“Tsk,” Xavier said behind you. “You know that’s not how you actually shoot.” His hand crept up your left arm, the trail of his fingers leaving goosebumps, before stopping at your wrist. As he pulled it down, he leaned down by your ear again, “No wonder you missed the mark, now shoot regularly.” And just as quick as he came in, he went back to where he was standing earlier. 

You hoped he couldn’t see how hot you felt. Even though you’ve fought beside him all the time, it still made you blush that he knew your mannerisms. You fixed your stance, your body facing the side and your right hand holding the gun out straight to the target. Another pull of the trigger and you finally see it hit the middle. You exhaled before placing the gun down and turning towards him, a proud smile painting your face. “You’ve seen me shoot hundreds of times, now it’s your turn.” You motioned towards his own station, attempting to hide the shakiness of your voice as you looked at him excitedly. 

He assembled his gun quickly, like it was second nature to him. It surprised you since you were so used to him with a sword. The image of him holding the gun made you feel flustered, the scene being so foreign to you. You felt like the air had been knocked out of your chest and heat pooled in your lower stomach. He gripped at the gun, flipping it back and forth, before setting it back down again. Xavier undid the buttons on both sleeves of his white dress shirt, rolling each sleeve up his forearm. 

Your resolve was normally pretty good, but seeing his forearms flex underneath the tightly rolled up sleeves made your knees weak. And once he picked up the gun, you felt like you started melting. The unusual picture was suddenly something you wanted burned into your retinas. 

Xavier looked at you, his head tilting to the side, a playful smile on his lips. “Hey, you watching?”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his arms and his hand holding the gun. You hear him slightly chuckle before aiming the gun at the target. One arm straight out, similar to your stance but his body faced the front. His slender fingers gripped the base, his index finger still held straight out. Everything moved in slow motion as you watched him handle the weapon. And then he curled his pointer into the trigger.

One shot. Two shots. Three.

The loud sounds snapping you away from your intent staring. You blinked away from your deep thoughts and daydreams, as you looked at the targets. Bullseyes. On his target, the one on his left’s target, and even your target. You called him a bad shot earlier as a joke, yet seeing him prove it wrong was insanely…”Hot.”

“Huh?” He smirked, holding the gun safely, his pointer away from the trigger now, holding it towards the ground. 

Flustered, realizing that you said it out loud, you attempted to recover, “H-how! I asked how. You never use guns, how are you not rusty?” An internalized breath of relief escaped you.

Another shrug. “Maybe I’m just lucky. Let’s check.” He held the gun up again.

You scrambled for your phone, wanting- no, needing a picture of him. The rare sight needed to be saved. It was insane how turned on you felt by him holding it. You quickly pulled up the camera app on your phone, holding it by your stomach. You tilted the camera up at him while he focused on the target, his fingers gripping around the gun. And you took multiple photos, praying one of them would be good and clear enough, before shoving it back into your back pocket. 

He finished the round of bullets in the magazine and then set the gun back down on the tray. “Which do you like more? Me with a sword or this?” As he faced you, he tilted his chin upwards again, looking down at you with the same smug look. His finger tapping the bottom of your chin.

You realized your mouth was slightly ajar, your jaw probably dropped as you watched him hit the target perfectly every time. As you watched his arms flex as he pulled the trigger. Your mouth felt dry but you managed to respond with a shrug, mirroring him. “Guess we’ll have to see it in combat next time.”

-

He treated you to dinner afterwards. You attempted to act normal, like your underwear wasn’t damp from the scene earlier. Like it didn’t get wetter as you recalled him holding the gun. You were already madly infatuated with him, but this sent you over the edge. And it didn’t help that he was your neighbour too.

The two of you walked home together afterwards, talking about random things. You hoped that it wasn’t obvious how hot you felt. Especially when you entered the elevator with him. You wanted to press him up against the wall but you refrained. You pressed the button for your floor and then his. Once it reached your floor, you were prepared to say goodnight, but then he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place until the doors closed. You looked back at him confused, his usually bright blue eyes suddenly looked like a darker shade. “Xavier?”

There was no response besides a twitch of the corner of his mouth, his fingers firmly wrapped around your wrist. He felt warm, but your body felt like lava.

A ding rang as it reached his floor above yours, and he quickly began walking towards his door. He dragged you with him, grabbing his key from his pocket. You wanted to laugh at how he always ignored the keypad lock and opted for the physical key still, but you were too nervous at the current situation. 

Xavier pulled you into the apartment with him, shutting the door just a bit too loudly. He dropped your wrist and pressed you up against the door,placing one hand beside your head as he leaned down at you. “You think you’re so slick…” His hand snaked around your waist, and you felt your phone slipping out of your pocket. He opened up your phone successfully unlocking it before chuckling, “You really should choose a passcode that isn’t your birthday.” And after a few swipes, he faced it back towards you, showing the photo of him from the shooting range. 

Your breath hitched, your mind trying to wrap around what he saw and how you could explain yourself. But you were blanking. “I-I…” You tried to start but no other words would come out.

“What were you gonna do with this?” He asked softly, but his words were laced with something darker, dirtier. 

“I j-just liked it.” You gulped, unable to leave his eyes.

You heard him chuckle under his breath. He shut your phone off, reaching around you again to slip it back into your pocket. “Tell me, do you like me? Or do you just like my hands? Or…” He leaned into your ear, his breath hot yet it sent you shivering. “Do you like me with my hands holding a gun?”

You took a sharp intake of air, your heart pounding out of your chest. “A-all of it…” You were nearly breathless from being at such close proximity with him. The confession came out shaky, and your palms felt sweaty. Your thighs started trembling, but you couldn’t help feeling yourself get even wetter. The coil at your lower stomach tightened even more.

He pulled back, facing you again. “You were so snarky earlier, my dear.” The sudden nickname almost made your knees buckle. “Calling me a bad shot…was this your plan all along?” He cupped your face, his thumb grazing your shaking bottom lip. “Can I?” To which you nodded at, all too quickly. And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss started off slow and close mouthed, and then he shoved his knee in between your legs, pressing on the head in between them. It made you gasp, giving him full access to your mouth. He groaned once his tongue touched yours, and you whimpered at the pressure from everywhere. Your hands gripped at his shirt, no doubt wrinkling the front of it as you balled up the fabric into your fists. You pulled him closer, tilting your head to give him better access. Your hips bucked into his knee, moaning.

He pulled away, making you whimper at the loss, but his lips still grazed yours. He let out a soft laugh, his hand that was on the door roamed down to touch you in between your legs. “I haven’t even done anything too crazy yet, and you’re already this- ngh…wet.” He leaned in for another kiss, short lived and he nibbled on your bottom lip. Pulling away again, “Or have you been like this all day?” Your hands dropped from his shirt and his hand moved from your heat to the strap on your thigh. You felt him unbutton the latch and slip the gun out of its holster. He dropped the hand that was on your cheek and took a step back. He gripped your gun tightly, putting the barrel underneath your chin and forcing you to look further up. “Answer.” You could tell he was having fun, pleased with himself. 

You gulped. The metal pressing against you was cold and you couldn’t look at where his finger was resting on the gun. Xavier holding a gun and the danger of it all made you press your thighs together and bite your lip. “Since the shooting range.”

“Fuck…” Xavier cursed, another rare sight. He lowered the gun and stepped closer again to kiss you. Hungrier, needier, and wetter. You were almost drooling out the corners of your mouth. He pulled away softly, “Tell me if you want to stop…now jump if you want this,” he said before swooping in again. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his free hand went on your bottom. You jumped, feeling him hold you up by your ass with one hand and you locked your ankles behind him, your legs on his hips. The angle he carried you made his dick press up against your dripping front. The sudden friction made the both of you groan. 

You weren’t sure how he walked into his room perfectly while kissing and carrying you, but he dropped you onto the bed, lacking grace. You probably looked crazy from his view. Your eyelids felt heavy, your chest was heaving, and you could feel yourself twitch in your pants. 

Xavier was faring no better. His half-lidded eyes were staring down at you with so much lust, you swore eye contact with him could make you come untouched. His other hand was still gripping onto your gun, his forearms fully flexed underneath his still-folded sleeves. The veins in his hands were prominent, even in the dim lighting of his bedroom. You held yourself up with your elbows, making sure you had a good view of him. He set the gun down beside you on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt at the top just a bit. The sight made you salivate. 

He set a knee down in between your legs, straddling one of your thighs. His hands made quick movement removing your top, nearly ripping off the buttons. You could hear the threads snapping. You helped him by adjusting your arms to be able to slip off the top. Then you lifted your arms to take off your sports bra, your breasts spilling from underneath. And you sat in front of him, fully topless. You wanted to be shy, but you were too busy drinking in how he looked at you.

“So fucking pretty…” He leaned in, taking your lips again. A rougher kiss with your teeth clashing and tongues fighting. One hand palmed at your breast, making you arch your back, pressing closer to his touch. He was rough with his hand exploration, it slightly stung, but you liked it. A lot. With both hands on each side of your chest, he pulled you up more on the bed, fully centering you on the mattress. He pulled away and made work of your pants, he adjusted himself to fully sit between your legs, your calves resting on his hips. He shimmied your pants off and when you tried pulling your panties down with it, his hand snapped up to your wrist, keeping you still. “These stay on…” Xavier said, a near growl.

You blushed when you saw your hot pink cotton underwear, knowing that it would be so extremely obvious with how wet you were. He removed your pants and his hand was instantly on it. “Fuck…you’re dripping for me. So fucking pretty like this…” He said, his two fingers rubbing up and down your slick folds through the fabric. 

“Mmph!” Both of your hands went up to your mouth, muffling the sounds that he was pulling out of you. 

“Nuh-uh.” He stopped his fingers and then he managed to grab both wrists with one hand and held it by your stomach. “Let me hear you, my dear…Be a good girl.” His words dripped with honey, a twinge of desperation. Xavier moved his fingers again, pressing deeper onto your clit through the thing fabric. Moans and whimpers filled the room, along with his heavy breathing. “You want to have some more fun, my…dear?” He asked, pressing even harder, making you buck your hips and grind yourself onto his hand. 

“Yes, god, please!” You said too loudly, letting out an even louder moan at the anticipation. 

He let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall to the side of you, your fingers clutching at the fabric underneath you. Your head was thrown back, and you couldn’t see what he was doing until you felt the cold metal clash with your teeth. “Open wide, sweetheart.”

You were already lightheaded from how good he was making you feel with his fingers, you couldn’t help but get even more excited. You opened your mouth even wider, letting him slip the barrel further down your mouth. You were thankful you were using your more cylindrical gun rather than the assigned Association gun that was more rectangular. The sensation of him touching you whilst simultaneously shoving a gun down your throat made you squirm and moan around the barrel.

A thrill you never you’d seek or even experience, but here you were. Nearly naked on your neighbour’s bed, with a gun being shoved down your throat. And you loved it. 

“Pinch me if you want to stop…But it doesn’t seem like you do.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “You like this, huh? Wish you told me sooner…I would have used a gun sooner…” He said, breathing heavily. The thought of him being affected like this just by doing things to you made you moan even louder, muffled by the metal. He pushed it in and out of your mouth, your drool making the barrel slick and shiny. 

You felt him push your underwear to the side, his digits tracing the line of your folds. He teased your hole so slightly with his fingertips, making you snap your hips up, begging for more. “God, you’re practically dripping down here…you’re just begging to be filled…” He inserted one finger, slowly. You arched your back at the sensation. “So fucking tight.” He hissed, inserting another finger. “It’s like you’re sucking me in…relax for me. Don’t you want to feel how good metal feels here? Huh? You want me to put this here too?” He started slow with scissoring his fingers inside you, making you squirm and moan. Xavier removed the gun from your mouth, letting you answer. 

Your jaw felt sore from just the few minutes it was in your mouth, but the pain felt good. “Y-yes…Xavier- ngh. Fuck…please!” 

Xavier reached to the back of your neck after dropping the gun beside you again, and he pulled you up for another open mouthed kiss. His fingers still drilling into your wet hole, lewd squelching noises coming from below made your ears turn red. He swallowed every moan coming out of your mouth.  

Your hands reached down to his own cock, lightly touching the bulge of his pants. You could tell it was large, it made you even more nervous. He groaned into your mouth, the hand on your neck came down to hold the one on his cock, pushing you to touch him even more. He was practically humping your hand as he worked to stretch you. 

You pulled away slightly, “I…want this too.” You begged against his lips, which curved into a smile.

“I’ll give it to you if you’re good for me.” He kissed you again. “Are you gonna be good?” 

You bit your lip, nodding profusely. And then you felt him push you down by the shoulder, laying you back down. 

He inserted another finger, making you grip the sheets at the stretch. His other hand resting atop your pubic bone, this thumb making circles around your clit. “You hear that, baby?” The lewd wet sounds got louder as he curled his fingers. His fingers inside you and on your clit were getting too much.

“Xavi- I’m gonna…” You moaned, gripping the sheets, your back fully arched with your tits bouncing in the air.

And then suddenly you were empty.

You couldn’t help the whine that spilled out of your lips from the sudden denial of your orgasm. Your walls clenched around nothing and you wanted to scream. 

Xavier laughs, his eyes glued to your hole. “I said to be good for me, I never said you could come just yet…” He put the fingers that were just inside you up to his mouth, licking each digit slowly while looking into your eyes. “So good, sweetheart.”

“Xavier…please…” You begged  him, feeling empty. 

He fully slipped your underwear off, tossing it to the floor. And then he grabbed one of his pillows, lifting your hips to slide it underneath. “You ready?” His fingers grazing at the gun beside you. “You think you can take this?” His other hand reached towards your face, pushing away the strands of hair that were glued to your forehead with sweat. 

“Please…I want to be good for you.” You said between breaths.

He reached towards his bedside table and pulled out a bottle with a clear gel. A sudden pang in your stomach made you wonder if he’s done this type of stuff with other people, considering how prepared he was. 

Your eyes must have spoken for you since he looked at you with a softer gaze as he unwrapped the safety seal. “I’ve always had this…just in case you finally made a move.” He sheepishly said. The dominating front crumbled slightly as he looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t think we’d be doing this exactly, but…you’ll see why later.”

You bit your lip as the concern dissipated. Your heart beat faster from the realization that he was also just waiting for you. You looked down at him, still fully dressed as you were laid out fully nude for him. His silver hair sticking to his forehead and his bulge begging to be let out from the confines of his pants. You would have admired him more until the cool sensation of lube touched your clit, making you twitch.

“You’re already so wet…but we should just be safe.” His words were softer from earlier, but still made you feel weak at his fingertips. You wanted to see every side of him, explore every reaction. He grabbed the gun beside you and added lube onto the barrel too. A smirk grew on his face, “You might want to apply for another weapon when we go back to work…”

A warm flash of embarrassment crossed your face.

Xavier positioned the gun at your entrance, the cold, slick metal tip entering just slightly. You lifted yourself up by your elbows so you could watch better. His hand gripped the handle so hard, his knuckles turned a paler color, his index finger steadying the barrel against you. He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, but was met with full glossy eyed-excitement. 

The image of Xavier with a gun, aiming it right into your pussy made you throb. You could feel a heartbeat right where your clit was. 

And then he softly pushed it in. The stretch made you whimper and fall back onto the bed. Your hips lifted more upwards, as your body begged for more. You heard him curse under your breath as he pushed it even deeper, “Tell me how you feel.” He said through gritted teeth. 

The stretch hurt at first, but it slid in so smoothly that it itched the emptiness that was inside of you. And the fact that it was Xavier holding the weapon inside of you turned you on even more, all the images of how good he looked holding one flashed in your mind as you shut your eyes. “S-So good, Xavier…m-move, please.”

“Holy fuck, you’re taking it so good…I can’t believe you wanted this. God, I wish I knew earlier.” He pushed the barrel in and out of you, wanting to drink in more of your reactions. “Wanted to make you mine earlier…gonna make you think of me whenever you use a gun from now on, you’re so fucking good for me.” He babbled, just from watching you.

With the gun still in your pussy, he got down from the bed, kneeling to the side. He removed the pillow from under your hips and pulled you over the edge. He continued to push the weapon in and out of you, moving to the side so he could latch his mouth onto your clit from a safer angle. Xavier placed one of your legs over his shoulder as he stimulated every portion of your heat. He groaned against your clit, vibrating slightly against you as he sucked and licked at it.

It was becoming too much for you, the barrel feeling warmer inside of you from the friction and your body heat. His mouth was pushing you over the edge. One hand gripped at the sheets while the other played with your nipple, squeezing it with your fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer. “Xavier- ungh…FUCK!” You screamed, moaning, as your head was fully thrown back. Your hips stuttered and grinded around him.

He unlatched himself from you, “Cum for me…” He said, gasping.

And you did. Your hands didn’t know where to go, clutching at the sheets, your hair, the air. And your eyes squeezed shut, stars floating around in the blank space. You almost screamed your pleasure, feeling yourself gush all over the gun.

Xavier pulled the weapon out of you with a loud wet squelch sound. He placed the gun back onto the bed, centering himself between your legs as he put his mouth onto you again. He drank up your orgasm, his tongue fucking you through your spasms. The loud slurping sounds would have embarrassed you if you weren’t too busy losing your vision.

You gripped at his hair, grinding your clit against his nose, before falling back onto the bed. Breathless. You felt like you were gonna pass out until you felt his lips leave yours, he pushed your body up and you felt the bed dip again. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing him on top of you again. His eyes were half-lidded and his whole face reeked of desperation. He grabbed your face, his fingers squeezing both sides of your cheeks, making you puff out your lips. “Oh, no. I finally have you in my bed and you’re not even going to give me a turn?” He said with a pouty voice, a complete contrast to their current entanglement. “Don’t pass out on me…please?”

The voice he used suddenly gave you the energy to sit up, his hold still tight on your face. “I-I…” You started to say, trying to catch your breath. Your body was still twitching from your orgasm. “I want you, Xa-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as he leaned in to crash your lips together. You could taste yourself, along with a rubbery flavor that you assumed was the lube. The kiss was hungrier than the past ones, his hand on your face moved to the back of your head, directing you. His other grabbed one of yours and moved it over his bulge. You brought your other hand up, trusting him to hold you up, so you could undo his pants.

He moaned into your mouth when the button was undone, freeing the pressure from his erect cock. Your hands were shaking with the zipper, and he grew impatient, pulling away. He stood back up and you had to catch yourself with your elbows. Xavier slipped off his pants and then his boxers. 

“Holy shit…” You muttered. He was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen, much less taken. You thought your gun was thick, his dick was a lot bigger. Not only was it long, but the girth was intense.  How he hid it in the pants he always wore, you will never understand. A part of you was scared, whilst the rest of you shivered with excitement. You could feel your walls clenching again.

Xavier got back onto the bed, settling in between your legs. “I told you…” He said, referring back to the bottle of lube. “I want your mouth on me so bad, my dear…but I can’t wait any longer. I didn’t think I’d get jealous over a gun but…I’m going crazy here.” He leaned down, peppering kisses up your stomach. One on each breast, up your clavicle and neck, making your squirm at the soft touch. His dick pressed up against you, heavy and hot. “Can I…?”

“Please, Xavi…want you in me so bad…” You whined, grabbing his face into another kiss. Your mouth was tired, it was sloppy but you did your best to show him how much you wanted him. 

He got back up, grabbing the bottle of lube again. He maintained full eye contact, his chest moving up and down, as he stroked himself, lathering the lubricant on. He grabbed the pillow with his dry(er) hand to shove under your hips again, before lining himself up with your entrance. 

Your eyes were blown open as you looked at the size. “Will it even…fit?” A slight tremble in your voice gave your fear away. 

“Relax, my dear…If you let me…” His breath hitched as he pushed the tip in. The stretch was even more, your suspicions reigning true. “Oh, fuck…” He breathed out, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly. Bruises were sure to follow, but the stretch from his cock took more of your attention. “You’re so…warm. And tight.” His eyebrows were knit together, fully concentrated on entering you. 

The pain was subsiding slowly, he was way bigger than you ever thought. He even felt bigger than what you saw. You felt your walls flutter around his tip, waves of electricity spreading throughout your body.

Xavier groaned, his grip on your thigh tightening. He pushed in even further, whimpering slightly. “This is welcoming me so warmly. Can you feel it?” He said through gritted teeth. The hand on your thigh moved back to your pubic bone, his thumb rubbing small circles on your swollen clit. “Ah, fuck…” He said just above a whisper, his hips bucking into your all of a sudden, inserting himself further on accident.

You arched up in the air with a loud cry, tears were prickling the corners of your eyes. It felt too good, you thought you were going to go insane. You suddenly wanted more, needed more. “K-keep…going, please. I can take it…” You said, broken up by moans.

“Ahh…” He said, a smile evident in his voice. He pressed further. “You’re so…good for me. Been waiting for this…for so lon- ngh, fuck. Are you trying to press yourself against me?” He stopped your hips from going further into him, a dry chuckle spilling out of his lips. “So do you prefer it like this? You want to…take control?” He inched into you further, you could feel him almost at the base. “Then, you can tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does- ngh…that sound?” He laughed.

You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he said that. Like he was excited for the next time. But fuck, so were you. “Y-yes, plea- oh my god, agh. I want that. I want you all sorts of ways, please.” You blabbed, unsure if you were even understandable.

His hips snapped into you with a groan. Xavier bottomed out, and it blew your mind. He let you get used to the feeling of him fully inside you before attempting to move. “You feel like a vice down here, sweetheart…” He pulled his hand away from your clit, falling forward so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck. Your sweaty chests making contact, warm and wet. He placed wet kisses along your neck, making you flutter around him and clench even more, as you moaned. “Fuck…you feel so good for me.” He said into your ear, inching out of you before burying himself inside again. Each thrust knocked the wind out of you. Your mouth was going dry from the deep breaths and moans escaping you. “Gonna make you…remember the shape of me. No one else will be good enough for you.” He pulled back more and more each time, his hips slapping against yours. “You’re mine now…” Xavier said, nibbling at your ear.

Your nails were sure to leave marks on his back as you tightly held onto him. The feeling of his cock sheathed inside you had you seeing double, and his pubic bone meeting with your clit at each thrust had your legs shaking. “I-I’m yours…gonna c- ngh!” His hips slammed into you again, losing your train of thought.

Xavier left kiss marks all over your neck, but you paid no attention as you were close to your peak. “Come for me…want to feel you come all over my- fuck. My cock. Need to know I can make you feel better than that gun of yours, pretty. All fucking mine, yeah?” He said obscenities just above a whisper into your ear, his hot breath bringing you even closer. 

Your walls squeezed him as your orgasm flooded over you, all over again. You couldn’t help meet his thrusts while you came, pushing yourself further over the edge. Your legs locked behind him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“You feel so good, baby…I’m gonna come soon…where do you wan-” His voice came out nearly broken, as you felt his thrusts getting sloppier. 

“Inside! Inside, please!” You begged, still riding out your own climax. You heard him groan loudly by your ear just a second after and felt him painting your walls, his quick thrusts milking himself using you brought you to a smaller second climax. The sensation and feeling of him coming inside of you turned you on just enough, and the idea that you made him this way was unbearably pleasurable. 

After a few moments, he rolled the two of you over so you were laying on top, avoiding crushing you with his stature. The movement pushed him deeper inside, making you moan and twitch on top of him. 

The room’s air was thick and warm. The only sound being the two of you catching your breaths and the loud clock above his bed, ticking away. Your ear was pressed against his chest, hearing each beating thump, getting slower as you two rested. He stayed inside of you, softening slightly, but still insanely huge. You clenched around him on purpose, causing him to laugh tiredly. His hand reached up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. “You mean it, right? You’re mine now…?” He asked, haphazardly. “I-I would have done it in a more gentlemanly way, but…”

You giggle on his chest before resting your chin on it to get a good look at him. “Yeah…it wasn’t my plan to confess while we both discovered something new about ourselves…but I mean it.” 

He smiled down at you, bringing your face up to his into a more passionate, softer kiss.

[reginaphalangelobster]

Far, Far Future

Castiel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cas surprises you at the wrong time, he doesn't understand and you explain it to him, and other things.

Warnings: a small amount of suggestive thoughts and language, description of lingerie, Cas and reader both pining, Cas not understanding humans and human feelings and reader explaining, kinda really adorable, no use of y/n.

Word Count: 1.8k

You gazed around at the clothes in the store. You weren't in a rush for once so you decided to browse. Sam and Dean were off visiting an old friend and they left you alone so you decided to do a bit of shopping. You rarely got time to yourself, averting apocalypses is a fairly time consuming job, but when you did have the odd moment or two you liked to do something silly, frivolous, normal.

You were eyeing random bits and bobs here and there but one item in the lingerie section caught your eye in particular, a white lacy baby doll set. You weren't sure what compelled you to try it on but you did, possibly just for the "Why not?" of it. You walked over to the change rooms and tried on a few tops, some dresses and then you got to the baby doll set. For some reason you felt a little embarrassed, maybe because you had no one to wear it for or maybe because you had someone in mind.

Just as you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the sheer lace clung to your body just right, your phone rang. When you picked it up you were immediately embarrassed and a little nervous seeing Cas' name pop up on the screen.

"Cas? Is something wrong?" You tried to hide the flustered tone in your voice.

"Where are you? I checked with Sam and Dean and at the bunker"

"I'm just at the mall, I went shopping and I came to the change rooms and-Cas?!"

He appeared in front of you, clearly having no concept of the boundaries of change rooms. You tried covering your body with your hands as you reached out, trying to grab anything that might cover you even a little bit.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You said you were in the change rooms"

"That wasn't an invitation!"

"I'm, sorry?"

You sighed, you knew he didn't have any concept of privacy, Dean found that out the hard way.

"I-it's fine, could you please just, close your eyes?"

"Why?"

"Cas, I know you don't get human interactions but surely you know that we don't tend to like being naked in front of our friends"

"Ah, yes. Embarrassment continues to confuse me more than most human conventions"

"Okay, great, now turn around"

He turned and you got dressed, you felt like a hypocrite saying all that about being naked but if ever the occasion, this was not it. Cas was confused by many human things but you were the worst. He was confused by the way he felt when he's was around you, the way his attention would always be on you no matter what, the way you looked at him and the way his vessel seemed to hurt whenever you weren't around. He was extremely confused by his feelings when he appeared in your dressing room, seeing you ever so briefly in something so revealing, felt wrong. Wrong in the way that he was happy, he was always happy around you but this was a different kind of happy. He believed it may have been the same kind of happy that Dean always talked about.

"You can turn back around now"

He turned around and you were in your regular clothes. He started explaining the new evil thing you had to deal with but you didn't listen much. Instead, you noticed something you'd never seen before, Cas blushed. It was faint, but his cheeks were certainly a light shade of pink. He sounded like he was talking just a little faster than usual as well.

He reached his hand out to teleport you back to the bunker and you flinched, stepping back for a moment.

"Is something wrong?"

"No" You wanted to tell him more, you wanted to tell him that you were afraid that if he touched you, you may melt "I just um, I get kinda sick when we teleport, mind if I just drive back? It's only a few miles"

"Alright. I'll be in the library, I should start researching"

"Oka-" Before you were able to reply, he was gone.

You smiled to yourself at the thought that you just made an angel flustered. It may have only been slightly and for a second, you weren't even sure that it was you but, it had to be, right? You started to walk out of the store but not before you bought the set, if you were lucky, you may be able you use it at some point, in the far, far future but still, you had a little sliver of hope.

The second Cas got back to the bunker he let out a deep breath he didn't even know he was holding. Being an angel, he hadn't had much experience with breathing but somehow, whenever he was with you he suddenly became very aware of it, especially now.

When you walked through the door you went straight for your room, not saying a word to Cas. You wanted to put your new purchase away as soon as possible. You came back out to the library where you read in silence for hours, the two of you couldn't even make eye contact. A wave of relief washed over you when your phone rang and it was Sam, it didn't last long.

"Hey Sam, you guys nearly here?"

"Hey, sorry but we caught another case on the way. It should be a quick snatch and grab but we won't be back til morning"

"Really? Can't you just call Garth or something?"

"We're here now and it doesn't look to tough, will you be right for a night without us or is it really bad?"

"The matter is not urgent" Cas said, the first thing he'd said in three hours.

"Great, see you tomorrow"

Sam hung up and you looked at Cas, dumbfounded.

"Not urgent?"

"No, it can wait until tomorrow"

"Then why the hell did you zap into my change room?!"

"I thought you were telling me to come, I'm still working on when to read into subtle cues and when not to, Dean is helping me"

"Oh, well that explains it then"

"Explains what exactly?"

You laughed lightly "Nothing Cas, just, nothing"

He looked down a little "I don't like it when people do that"

"Do what?"

"Say things that I don't understand and never give any explanation. It's hard trying to walk among humans, trying to be one when I've never been taught what your small phrases and sayings mean"

"Cas" You said softly, solemnly "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to exclude you, it's just hard to explain these things sometimes. But I'll try"

"Thank you" He said, sincerely.

"So, what else has Dean "helped" you with?" You asked, putting air quotes around the word "helped".

"That, the-" He mimicked your gesture "Flying bunnies, what does that mean?"

You did your best to contain your laughter as your hand flew over your mouth.

"The, the um,"

"Flying bunnies?"

That was it. You couldn't hold it in any longer. You burst out with laughter and Cas' expression turned into a frown.

"I'm sorry!" You wheezed "I've just never heard anyone call air quotes flying bunnies!"

Cas began to laugh a little, something you found absolutely adorable. You breathed heavily as your laughter died down.

"Okay, okay. First of all, my sweet little angel, those are called air quotes. Second, they are used to express the opposite meaning to what you're saying like when I said Dean was "helping" you, I used air quotes to suggest that he wasn't actually being of any help"

"That sounds completely pointless"

"Ah! You have grasped your first human lesson perfectly! A lot of what we do is pointless, some of it is just to fill time and if we're lucky, make us laugh"

"You sound, sad"

"Life's sad sometimes, that's why humans developed humour"

"Why would you be sad?"

"Everybody is sad for their own reasons"

"But I don't understand, you're often smiling, you have friends and family who care about you and you have saved the world many times, why are you sad?"

"I guess, it might be because I have no one to share it with"

"To share what with?"

"Everything"

"What about Sam and Dean?"

"I love them and they're family but I mean someone to love, to be in love with"

"Like Ricky and Lucy?"

"Who?"

"Ricky and Lucy, they are people on the television, though they seem to have trouble understanding each other sometimes"

You smiled brightly.

"Did I say something funny?"

"No, you were just being you"

He looked down again, a little hurt. You crouched down and took his hand in yours.

"No, I didn't mean it in a bay way. I just meant, they way you talk about TV characters like they're people, the way you try so hard to understand, to belong"

"And how I always fail"

"Sometimes you do, sometimes I do, that's a big part of being human, Cas"

"What about feelings?"

"Feelings are very human, any in particular"

"Love, I think"

You tensed up "Uh, w-what about love?"

"I think I feel it, for you"

You stopped, you couldn't breathe.

"I'm not sure what it is but my best guess is love. I feel good when I'm around you but it's a strange kind of good, I can't concentrate, I'm very aware of my breathing and I feel uncomfortable. The only reason I can tell it's good is because I feel pain when you're not near me, I always worry about your safety and my chest hurts. Is that love?"

You just stared at him, he loved you, he really and truly loved you, as much as you loved him.

"Was that wrong? Should I have kept that to myself?"

"No" You said just above a whisper "T-that was...good. That's love as far as I can tell"

"Good? Does that mean you feel it too?"

You nod once, barely. You always have trouble getting out proper sentences around Cas but you are hopeless in this moment.

"Should I...kiss you?"

"I-I'd like that"

You moved slowly towards each other, your lips got closer and closer until they finally met. His lips felt surprisingly soft, pressed to yours so gently. He pulled back, only by an inch.

"Was that...right?"

He searched your eyes for an answer, prayed he did well.

"Yes, Cas. That was perfect"

His lips quirked up into that adorable little smile.

"You taste, sweet. Like cherries"

"Want another taste?"

"Yes please"

It would take a long time to get there, a time you both loved every second of, but the far, far future looked a little closer now.

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consolidating all these and replying to them together so it's easier for me to replyyyy

What is fun to me, personally, about this AU [which i really am wanting to change to "A Better Brother" instead of "Perfect!Stanley" for cruel irony reasons but i digress] is the ways in which the coral replica of Stanley *doesn't* diverge from his original version. Because if you did not know what he was, you would be hard-pressed to tell him apart from any other post-character-development Stanley! He still makes corny jokes, and he still doesn't respect the cops in any capacity. He still loves his family and going fishing and telling tall tales.

After what happened in Atlantis, Stan decides to reconnect with Shermie, his other brother. He settles down in Cali, gets himself an under-the-table job on the docks with a forged identity [to avoid those pesky warrants until they expire] and stops worrying about "making millions". He's less stressed because he doesn't have that big complex of "screw-up spare son" hanging over his head, and because of that he keeps himself from making those stupid, desperate mistakes that he kept making in trying to 'earn' his way back home. By all rights and accounts, *people like him better this way.* The tragedy here is that because there are so few ways that this replica is different, we know that Stanley could have chosen to do this at any time. But he didn't. He chose to die out in the middle of the frozen Atlantic, thinking that he needed to get rid of himself in order to be someone worth wanting.

Still, coral Stan isn't really Stanley. The real Stanley, as flawed and vindictive as he can be, wouldn't urge his brother to replace himself with a coral copy. The difference between them-- the *real* difference, not just the lack of character flaws that makes Stanley who he is-- is that coral Stanley is willing to quit when the going gets tough. He gives up on pleasing his father, gives up on proving himself to be more than what the world has told him he is, and he remains distant from Ford for nearly twenty years until *Ford reaches out to him first* [and only because they both were at the hospital the day Dipper and Mabel were born]. Coral Stan is passive, reactive. He flows with the tides, weathered by the real Stanley's ten lonely years of trying to claw his way back to a loving home. If something is too hard to fight for, he gives up on it rather than waste his time and his emotional energy. While he really does want Ford's approval, when his brother rebukes him on their little excursion to Atlantis, Stan doesn't get into a fight with him. He shrugs and moves on with his life.

He's a Stan who cares... a little less.