#the no-energy-too-much-energy-calm group dynamic

[helsensm]

they ran into each other at the mall

[curlyfriesgalore]

the tulpar's very own "mom" & "dad."

i sent an anon message to a user (iykyk 🫣) about the reader dating curly while being a co-captain/pilot alongside him. they're seen as the mom and dad of the group because of their positions as leaders, and daisuke claimed they both had major facebook mom energy. definitely not self-projecting.

the two rolled with it, but discovered that they liked it way more than they realized, eventually calling each other mommy and daddy in their own space.

★ this is a sfw & nsfw list of headcanons and what is essentially a one-shot that's broken up into bullets. [4,211 words]

☆ gen tags: fem! reader (she/her) who loves being captain and doesn't know what's popular these days. reader and curly are in their early 30s. no crash au. curly wants to have a family with you. jimmy is a janitor here LMAO.

★ nsfw tags MDNI: mommy (mama) kink. daddy kink. role switching but leans into fdom/msub. curly secretly got a thing for breeding 🫢.

[any feedback on my writing is much appreciated btw! since i'm doing this to improve —iris🌠]

sfw.

★ the dynamic.

you and curly met through working at pony express. both of you were equally capable captains and pilots of your respective ships, bonding over the responsibilities and pressures of your roles.

curly adored your genuine drive for this job. you were so passionate about bringing out the best in people and enjoyed micro-organizing every little detail, making sure everything went smoothly.

meanwhile, he was just good at talking, which you would always praise, but he never found much pride in what he does. however, it paid immensely well, and, at the very least, he got to indulge in his love for astronomy at every waking hour, distracting himself enough from cycling through his depressive thoughts.

so, he's not complaining. plus, he gets to ogle at and hang out with the prettiest and coolest person at pony express.

(sure, he had jimmy, so he wasn't always so alone with his mind, but with you in his life, he might actually have a chance at settling down. though, curly was getting ahead of himself. he'll try to drop his future family fantasies for now... juuust until he's sure he can bag you).

curly finds your way of leading to be so endearing and... intimidating, honestly. while he was calm and compromising, you were firm and authoritarian. you were never swayed by incompetence and planted a strong ground when navigating discourse between crewmates, but, at the same time, you were nurturing. you have an air of deep kindness and wise guidance that sends him reeling. he'd openly tell you how much he admired that, but would never admit that he daydreams of how hot you looked when you ordered your crew around. he's got to stay professional, after all!

at some point, the two of you were paired for a 3-month long-haul flight. you, the captain, and he, the co-captain. one thing lead to another and without the company's knowledge, you two fell for each other.

how could you not? you two had all the elements of a power couple and understood each other better than anyone else. besides, he is one hunk of a man. of course you'd want to snag him for yourself, who wouldn't?

funnily enough, you guys asked to see each other in the cockpit with the same intention of declaring feelings.

and, of course, since you two were grown adults stuck on a spacecraft far too long for your libidos to handle, it only took two confessions interrupting each other, two pairs of hands holding, and two soft kisses to lead to the two of you passionately making out, with you straddling his lap as he wrapped his arms around your back.

it's been years since then, and the tulpar was just one of many long-haul trips where the two of you got to work together.

however, you guys have kept your relationship hidden for the sake of professionalism. even jimmy was dumbfounded to accidentally find out nearly a year into dating.

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"dude, why the fuck do you have captain l/n in your wallet...?" jimmy squinted at the photo. his eyes scrolled down the print, coming to a halt and widening at what he saw, "wait, shut up, is that you two kissing?"

his eyebrows contorted into a tense knit. his mouth gaped as he stared at curly, who stood and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "since when?!"

as curly explained himself, jimmy half-heartedly laughed as he shook his head, bemusement painting his face. whether or not he was ever happy to learn about this, curly will never know.

then, realization hit. jimmy frowned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "oh, god, please don't tell me those stains i've been cleaning were from you guys?"

"huh?! no, no! jimmy, i swear, that wasn't us, i promise!" curly panicked, his head shaking profusely.

turns out, it was, lmfao. jimmy gave him an earful, and curly kept apologizing, embarrassed that his best friend knows a little too much about what he's been doing around the ship.

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this man adored you, more than anything. the security you had in him—in yourself, most of all, was intoxicatingly comforting.

the two of you swore to stick together for as long as it takes, and have already planned out your wedding, buying a house together, changing careers (curly wants to be a stay-at-home dad, maybe freelance in something if he's got time), owning pets, raising kids (he is 100% a girl dad!!! i can see him wanting at least 2, but if you still have room for one more, he'll gladly take responsibility *wink* *wink*), etc.

curly believed that you both balanced well as parents. you would teach the kids to be brave and confident in themselves, whereas, he would help them learn to handle confrontation calmly and be friendly to all.

(he's not saying that you weren't friendly, just that, between the two of you, he specialized more in the charm department. he wasn't wrong, though! back before you guys dated, he cranked his charisma to a max, and look where that's got him now 🤭).

all of this meant everything to curly. he had quite a rough start to life, not financially but familially (how you want to interpret that is up to you). it's why he's become such a people-pleaser and tends to be a doormat, growing used to internalizing his feelings because he believed others were more deserving of pity (a belief that's been reinforced by jimmy throughout their friendship).

not to mention, how much he worried about being with someone who had to stay on earth. he felt guilty for this hypothetical person, how they'd be akin to a military spouse, waiting for god knows how long, just for curly to come back and stay for less than 6 months at a time. it sickened him to think of how that would affect his future children.

so, for him to be in a relationship with someone in the same occupation and caliber as him eased a lot of that fear. and, this is the same person who is known for her emotionally maturity, who knows how to express her thoughts and feelings, and who loves curly for all that makes him him, giving him more reasons than he already had to get down on that knee.

good GOD does he wish he could go ahead and do that already, but proposing on an aged piece of metal in outer space wasn't the most... romantic setting, as much as you jokingly insisted it was.

but, no worries, curly's got it all planned out. once you all land back on earth, curly is making sure you get your dream proposal, for that man is stopping at nothing to wed you and love you for the rest of his life!

★ the beginning to a never-ending petname.

one night, anya pulled out a pop-culture board game, one that the others understood the rules and references of fairly quickly. but, you and curly? oh, you guys needed time.

you two weren't dumb by any means, you guys were just... a little behind on the trends—trends that have been out for forever 💀.

everyone poked fun at how much you would both pause and say, "huh...?" or "w-what's that from, again?" how your brows would knit and furrow, your faces looking blank as ever. the two of you would take a slow glance at each other, then at the others, and shake your head in confusion.

admittedly, swansea was in the same boat as you two, but even he knew a couple of things better than you lot. "the benefits of raising two nerds for kids," he'd say. he liked laughing at you guys, made him feel young.

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"ohh, isn't that the game you play on your gameboy, daisuke? the... you know, uh, the cute pika ball thing?" daisuke stared at curly, dumbfounded by what he was hearing.

"CAPTAIN. HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THE NAME OF ONE OF—IF NOT—THE HIGHEST FORMS OF ART?!" he turned to you, desperation fueling his eyes. "l/n, please tell me you've at least heard of pokémon before..." daisuke exaggeratedly clasped his hands together.

you sat there, pursing your lips with shifty eyes and pretended to whistle as you looked away.

"anya. swansea. i think i'm gonna faint..." he dramatically dropped himself onto the two. swansea shook his head, uncrossing his arms and pulling daisuke off his and anya's laps, "kid, you are way too dramatic for your own good."

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daisuke exasperatedly commented on how you and curly were so much like his parents, clueless and far too involved in work to know his interests.

then, he thinks for a second, and finally decides that you guys were technically the parents of the ship.

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"right? think about it. if the tulpar were a house and we were family, l/n and curly would be mom and dad 'cause they're responsible for us and the ship. swansea's the grandpa—oh, come on, swan, don't look at me like that!"

"i mean, you do have grandkids, swansea..."

"exactly. THANK YOU, anya. now, you get to be the cool older sister, i'm the even cooler teenage son, polle can be like... our little pet or something, and jimmy is the uncle!"

"wh-why am i the uncle?"

"'cause you know... you're... you."

"what is THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"

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as an "argument" ensued between the others, you and curly were flushing. nobody but jimmy knew of your relationship, but the fact that daisuke figuratively paired you guys as a married couple turned you into a bashful, blushing mess.

nobody noticed, really. jimmy was too busy grumbling about being seen as the weird uncle, and everyone started getting really annoyed by him. so, in classic curly and y/n fashion, you two tried to resolve the situation (curly reassured jimmy that uncles can be cool! but jimmy's frown just deepened).

the game ended, and the two of you walked to your sleeping quarters, reflecting on how it went. not bringing up the mom/dad thing just yet, but it lurked in the back of your minds.

deciding to stay in his room, you and curly changed into your pjs. you snuggled up under the covers, but he momentarily checked on some paperwork. you groaned, rolled your eyes, and patted the pillows.

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"babyyy, just get into bed now." you pouted.

curly chuckled, "okay, okay... just give me ooone more sec, mama, i'll be right there—"

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your eyes widened, a fuzzy warmth bubbled within you. curly quickly got embarrassed and apologized, but when you softly chuckled and reassured him that you didn't mind, he relaxed.

hearing how smoothly 'mama' rolled out his tongue unlocked something deep in you.

the truth was, curly had been calling you 'mom', 'mama', and 'mommy' in his fantasies for quite some time now. he told you, now with him in bed, how it helped him immerse himself in imagining his future with you. even in scenarios where you didn't have kids yet, it still felt so soothing to call you by those titles.

he rested his head in the crook of your neck as you circled his back with your palm, occassionally playing with the ends of his hair. as he yapped about it, trying to make it seem less of a big deal for him, you lifted his chin to face you. he instantly softened, his words faltering as you looked down on him.

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"you can call me, mommy, more often if you'd like to, baby... i really don't mind." you reassured in a low voice.

curly was uncertain, but his ocean doe eyes remain glued to your deep gaze. he swallowed, "are you sure? you don't have to put up with it if you don't really like it, honey, it's okay—"

you softly hushed him, thumbing the golden hairs scattered on his cheek. "no, i mean it." you paused, hoping the following words sounded smooth, "...mommy thinks it's genuinely cute when you call me that."

curly squirmed. a whimper resided in his throat, but, as the rumbling of your voice trailed down his spine, he let a quiet, high-pitch moan escape his lips.

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for a man who presents himself as someone very self-assured, he does have a hard time accepting that you were really okay with it.

however, when his hesitancy eases into normalcy, he's calling you 'mommy' and 'mama' in every other sentence. if not, all his sentences.

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"hey, mommy, where'd you put my mug?"

"mama, you need to stop sleeping so late. it's bad for your health." (he's a hypocrite and he knows it).

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curly's voice was naturally deep, saccharine sweet, and a bit raspy at times. but, when he called you by your motherly petnames, he'd go an octave softer, especially as the night came to a close and sleepiness was taking a toll on him. he'd sound a little dumb and incoherent, but the bass in him remained strong.

he still calls you by the classic petnames, mainly 'darling' and 'honey' since those are his other personal faves. though, minutes prior to work, he'd try to use your actual name or settle with 'babe,' so he doesn't accidentally call you 'mommy' in public. it was deeply personal for him, and if someone like jimmy caught wind of that, it would greatly upset curly, even though he would very likely tell you it was fine (just so you wouldn't chew jimmy alive).

so, when YOU began calling him, 'daddy,' it sent his mind into a haywire. (how it happened is in the nsfw section!)

he loved the safety of calling you his mommy, how it relieved the weight of his captain duties and the thoughts burdened in his mind. but, with his newfound title, he'd flip between feeling secure in your protection to wanting to do nothing but protect you. not from any real danger, perse, but, moreso, caring for each other's well-being when either of you wanted to indulge in a little less control.

it made sense that even you, the commanding leader who enjoyed delegating and dominating others (other than him), needed a break from your responsibilities and wanted curly to take the wheel for a change.

you both took turns pampering one another. he would do everything you wanted, and made sure to wrap you in his big, strong arms by the end of the day.

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"rest your pretty head for me, okay, mommy? daddy's got you..."

he brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it deeply, thumbing your knuckles with his large, calloused fingers. with his other arm, curly pressed your waist closer to his, letting you relish in his warmth.

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when it was his turn, a long snuggle session, loads of praise, and kisses in every place was all he needed (don't forget to call him your good little boy! he needs his mommy's praise after a rough day at work).

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"honeyyy, i've called you 'good boy' like 24 times in a rowww...!" you whined. of course you didn't mind peppering kisses on his face with the same adoring name over and over again, but now, he was just getting greedy.

curly giggled, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he softened his sea blue eyes, "just ooone more, pleaaase, mama? please...?"

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he loved how reliable the term 'daddy' felt. it gave him a little ego boost. he's always had a pretty good relationship with his masculinity, but this just added onto that like a good affirmation.

the way his mind would get so lost in replaying how you two back-and-forthed with your respective petnames. it felt like he was role-playing his future family with you in real time.

★ extras.

it became an ongoing joke with the crew, especially with daisuke. whenever you'd tell him to get back to work, he'd drawl out a long "okayyy, mommmm," but quickly apologized after swansea smacked the back of his head.

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"tch, don't talk to your captain like that."

"ach! i'm sorry, I'M SORRYYY—i was kidding!!!"

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anya found it silly, never really saying anything like daisuke, but since you two became good friends (both because you guys genuinely clicked and were the only women on board), she had a knack for teasing you about it. she knew something more was going on between you and curly. so, maybe, just maybe, during a psych eval, you eventually spilled to her about your relationship.

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"hehe, called it."

"seriously?! how?"

"y/n... it's so obvious. i've seen you guys sneak into each other's rooms."

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swansea didn't care. he was an actual dad, after all, and practically everyone he knew eventually became a parent one way or another. though, if you felt comfortable enough with swansea and told him about your relationship, he surprisingly wouldn't mind giving you two a piece of advice. how to keep a long-term marriage? dude's been with his wife for over 40 years and counting. raising children? please, he's done it twice. unclogging the toilet after your kids threw your deodorant down the drain? don't ask, just listen. you're much better off not knowing how.

whatever it is, ask away, but don't expect anything easy on the ears. swansea gives advice in poetic prose that borderline sounds like he's taking a jab at you.

truthfully, jimmy is somewhere in between being deeply irritated by the both of you and not giving two shits. he hates how you're sort of a curly clone, in the sense that you're also a high-performing person that everyone adores to work with. but, what's worse, is that you're so much harder to get mad at and are 100% capable of calling out his ass.

he's had to catch himself from saying anything too mean to curly multiple times. he knows he's easily replaceable, he's the janitor for god's sake, and if he said too much in front of you, he knows you'd tell pony express to fire him on the spot.

but, if we're assuming that jimmy is mentally better in the head, he'd eventually get over it and shrug off your guys' relationship, not wanting to grow envious as he does by default.

nsfw.

★ mommy.

it didn't surprise you that curly loved calling you 'mommy' in bed too. he'd always say, "mommy, you're so beautiful", "m-mommy, it's too tight...!" and when he gets overwhelmed, he'd become so dazed as his dick ached, crying because his mama felt so good.

he was like pavlov's dog, only the bell was your petname and you were the meal. if either of you were ever so slightly horny and everyone was stowed away in their quarters, hearing 'mommy' reverberate out of your mouth had him squeezing his thighs.

however, he's gotten used to mostly keeping it in his pants. not letting himself get needy when it's used casually. otherwise, he'd cease to function.

he loves it when you ride him, he gets all whimpery and brain-dead, begging his mama to let him cum out of his "little" boy dick.

all he wanted was his mommy to use him, make him so overstimulated until all that was left in his empty head was you.

sometimes, he loved the feeling of reaching his orgasm more than the orgasm itself. it's that momentary numbness he gets that he enjoys chasing, how every single thought completely disappeared, leaving him into nothing but a panting mess — all of him leaking out of his cock.

★ daddy.

one night, you were laying on curly, sitting upright. he held you in his arms as you spread your legs far and wide, toes digging into the mattress, gripping onto curly's biceps for support.

and, just like curly when he called you 'mama' for the first time, you accidentally slipped out a "daddy—!" as he fingered you, knuckles-deep.

you suddenly went quiet, quickly covering a hand over your mouth.

curly's eyes widened, his fingers stilled inside of you as his heart raced in his chest... he didn't expect it, but his shock washed into dominance.

he pulled out his fingers, his tone more stern and husk as he whispered, "say that again."

you whimpered, the loss of fullness making your thighs shudder. without a single thought, you called him daddy again, and again, and again... until he flipped you onto your stomach and was back to toying with you, digging into your insides at much greater speeds than before.

when you began regularly using it, he'd grow so romantic and reserved, wanting to take his time to just worship you—peppering deep kisses from head to toe—because in his eyes, you were the most precious person in existence.

he's never rough unless you tell him to be or he knows that it'll make you cum even better, but this man just loves to be slow and sensual. it's his go-to speed.

his favorite thing to do is coo at you, asking if you like how daddy is loving you or if daddy's doing a good job at touching your little hole. even when he's assuming a dominant role, he wants your reassurance.

curly is never mean. he only likes to light-heartedly tease you whenever you'd whine for him to keep going. other than that, he was heavy on his praises, loved complimenting you till you were blushing all over.

★ taking turns.

now, you guys would call each other 'mommy' and 'daddy' regardless of the dynamic, but if either of you felt more subby, you'd settle for the classic, 'good girl,' and him, 'good boy' (or any other submissive petname you prefer).

if you're domming and he's subbing, he wants you to use up all of his cum for your pleasure. he hopes you'll let him spill all that's left in him for hours on end.

however, most of the time, he's not really built for that, only able to handle a little over a round. so, to make up for it, he'll let you get him all pent up and force him to hold it in, using his desperation as energy to serve you.

the longer you left him like that, the faster his licks and finger-fucks became.

if you're cruel, making him rut into you would send him shaking. he'd struggle so hard, needing to take breaks as he alternated between slow and steady thrusts to rough humps according to what you ordered... oh, tears were definitely rolling down his cheeks.

(don't worry, he's not hurt. it's just a lot for him to physically handle. but, for you, he'd withstand anything!)

on the off-chance that he has the energy to go longer, he wants you to use him in all positions with only a minute to breathe after each cum. he wants to lose it, make him sweaty and breathless, please. turn him into a pathetic display only for your eyes to see.

if he's domming and you're subbing, he finds it fun to deny your orgasm, loving how surprised you get whenever he'd lift your vibrator off your clit or leave his dick in you, barely moving an inch. but even then, he quickly caves in and lets you have your way because nothing turns him on more than you cumming and crying for your 'daddy.'

he doesn't do that to hurt you, after all, he hates the mere possibility of even remotely making you uncomfortable. but, when he asks whether or not mommy misses his fingers, and you'd mewl in agreement, he can't help himself from edging you.

★ curly thinking of you. (extras).

he jerks off to the idea of breeding you.

but, even though it gets his dick all wet, he won't re-enact it just yet. he doesn't want to accidentally impregnate you when neither of you were ready—especially since you're the one carrying.

even if you were incredibly horny and adamant on it, he'd keep his rationale.

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"mommy... i'm not cumming inside you." he chuckled, shaking his head with his tone, firm. you whined, "but, why not?" a needy frown formed on your lips, "i just want to feel good, daddy. you said i could...!"

you grinded down on his boxers, wetness seeped through the fabric of your panties. curly stifled a groan as he felt your clothed folds slide against his tip, drenched in his pre-cum.

"i know, mommy, i know... daddy'll take care of you soon, i promise... but i'm not risking anything, okay?" he pressed a kiss on your forehead, thumbing circles on your stomach with his hands gripping your waist. "it's for your own safety, mama."

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but, since this was all in his head, he could indulge in it as much as he wanted.

curly loved remembering the way your cum dripped out of your hole, how softly your pussy parted. it made him wish it was his, wanting to fill you up and let his mess soak up inside you.

he wished he could finger it back into you—or, even better, tongue-fuck it in. the thought of having you sit on his face with him lapping his cum into your walls, as you rubbed your clit against the end of his nose got him all hot and bothered.

with his hand pumping himself from base to tip, he'd think of you laying down on your back, wrapping your legs around curly's head as you pushed his mouth further into you. he'd moan into your pretty parts, purposefully deepening it so his voice would vibrate all over your pussy.

[holy shit, i wrote so much. thank you for reading all the way ♡ let me know if you guys want more captain! reader and/or mommy/daddy kink! curly —iris🌠]

[tomboy014]

Tamaranean Siblings, Part 2!

After the Body Swap incident, Phantom and Starfire get close.  Really close.  Turns out swapping bodies breaks down a lot of boundaries, and unlike Raven, the two have bonded.  Starfire has always been a hugger, and she’s taken to carrying Phantom around like a teddy bear. Phantom is used to having a red-headed big sister, and ever since his parents worked the ecto-deflectors into their jumpsuits, he might maybe be a teensy bit touch starved.  He loves to sprawl over Starfire whenever they hang out together.

It’s driving Robin up the wall.  Phantom knows he’s been crushing on Starfire for a while, and he goes and does this?!  He can’t help but get more brusque with Phantom, to the point it starts to interfere with group dynamics, and it prompts even Starfire to tell him off for it.

Danny confronts Dick privately to tell him off for being a total dingus.  As far as the two of them are concerned, Kor’i and Danny are basically siblings now.  He’s knows Dick has a crush on her;  that’s why Danny has been trying to talk him up to Kor’i so she’ll give him a chance, and his attitude is not helping.  Dick needs to CHILL OUT!

Robin: … Who?

Phantom: You live with her for pete’s sake! How do you not know her first name?!

This is also where it comes to light that Robin/Dick doesn’t actually have any dating experience.

Robin is a super popular super hero, leader of his team, and supposedly smooth and charismatic.  Dick Grayson is the adopted son of Bruce frickin’ Wayne and beloved by the public. Danny’s at the bottom of the social ladder and he still got a date with the most popular girl in school. Twice!  How are you this bad at girls? 

Either way, things with Robin start to calm down and the group dynamic returns to normal (though Danny will never let him live down his lack of love life).  But things in the training room start to heat up. 

Starfire and Phantom now have a much better understanding of each other’s limits, and the gloves are off.  The whole tower shakes whenever the two of them spar together, and they’re both experimenting with new ways to use their energy powers after seeing how the other uses theirs.  Phantom even manages to give Starfire a black eye for the first time, and she’s ecstatic! It’s a Tamaranean thing.  In their culture, it’s an accomplishment when a younger sibling to visibly injures the elder sibling for the first time.  It shows how much the younger has grown and how well the elder has taught them.  Starfire is super proud and posts it all over SpaceBook.

But Phantom has ulterior motives for pushing Starfire the way he has been.  No one knows his strengths like Starfire does.  More importantly, no one knows his weaknesses the way she does.  If there’s anyone who’d know how to stop him…

Phantom asks Starfire to be his contingency plan, and explains everything that happened in The Ultimate Enemy, about his future self, what he did, and how terrified he is if he one day becomes that.  If that ever happens, he wants her to be the one to take him out.

Don’t try to talk him out of it.  He already gets it enough from his friends and sister that it won’t happen.  That he’s a good person.  He doesn’t need to worry about that, etc.  He’s heard it all before, but… None of them have actually agreed or promised to end him if it does happen.  And if it does… his friends are only human, and they couldn’t stop him before.

Starfire agrees.  She can see how important this is to him, and she won’t lose Danny to a dark path the same way she lost her sister.  The wave of relief that washes over him breaks Starfire’s heart.  These must be the horrible feelings that led him to develop the Ghostly Wail.

Still, she is confident that this future won’t come to pass because he chooses not to let it happen.  She, too, has been flung forward into a bleak future, but she knows nothing in the past, present or future is set in stone.  She fought and changed the future with her own two hands.  She’s knows Phantom is strong enough to do the same. 

While Dick and Danny were never really good at staying in contact with each other, Kor’i is and keeps up her relationship with Danny even after he “retires.”  She knew months before Dick of Jason did that he took the job at Arkham and is happy for him.  It may not be the career path he wanted, but he found a good job and a way to still help people without his powers. 

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[the-cosmic-cauldron]

If the rising signs were to sit at a table together in the lunchroom, here’s how they’d divide themselves and why:

Aries Rising

Aries Rising wants to dominate. They like to walk in boldly, head held high, chest out, and full of confidence. They don’t want anyone challenging their energy. The Fire Risings bring too much intensity, and Water Risings would bring them down emotionally. So, Aries Rising sits at the Air Rising table with Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius. Here, they can talk, share ideas, and still feel like the dominant voice in the conversation.

Taurus Rising

Taurus Rising prefers calm and composed energy. They want to be surrounded by people who exude class and demure vibes—those who have their lives together, make good grades, and avoid drama. For them, the Earth Rising table is perfect. Here, everything feels stable and relaxed, with no chaos—just pure chill vibes.

Gemini Rising

Gemini Rising loves to talk and needs constant intellectual stimulation. They can’t sit with the grounded Earth Risings, as it feels too slow for them. Instead, they flock to the Air Rising table with Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius Risings. At this table, conversations flow endlessly, ideas bounce back and forth, and the energy keeps them entertained.

Cancer Rising

Cancer Rising is a little reserved. They dislike the bold, dynamic energy of the Fire Risings, but Water Risings might feel too emotionally heavy for them at times. They prefer the medium energy of the Earth Risings. Earth Risings provide a comfortable and stable vibe, and they’re the ones who usually bring the best lunches—which is perfect for Cancer Rising, who values comfort and good food.

Leo Rising

Leo Rising loves to shine. Warm, bubbly, and sociable, they thrive in the spotlight and crave praise and validation. Naturally, they gravitate toward the Fire Rising table, where Aries and Sagittarius Risings hype them up. Together, it’s a constant celebration, with Leo Rising feeling like the star they are.

Virgo Rising

Polite, classy, and reserved, Virgo Rising prefers structure and order. The chaos of the Fire Risings, the emotional intensity of the Water Risings, and the unpredictability of the Air Risings are too much for them. Virgo Rising sticks to the Earth Rising table, where they can sit with others who value knowledge, organization, and aesthetics.

Libra Rising

Libra Rising walks into the room with patience and charm, ready to make friends with everyone. Surprisingly, they gravitate toward the Water Rising table. Libra Rising is enchanted by the Water Risings’ emotional depth and ethereal qualities. They enjoy the connection and beauty Water Risings bring, making it a natural fit.

Scorpio Rising

Scorpio Rising is dark, shy, and piercing, walking into the room with intense, darting eyes. People tend to look away as they pass by. They sit at the Earth Rising table, where they can be around chill, grounded energy. Earth Risings won’t push them to talk too much or act out, allowing Scorpio Rising to relax and keep to themselves.

Sagittarius Rising

Sagittarius Rising enters the lunchroom laughing, full of joy and adventure. Everyone watches them, wondering what they’ll do next. Sagittarius Rising heads to the Air Rising table, where they find chatter, exciting ideas, and empowering conversations. Air Risings even give them inspiration for their next big adventure.

Capricorn Rising

Capricorn Rising walks in with a sense of purpose, all business, and no-nonsense. They keep their head up and don’t care much about finding a table—they can sit alone. However, if they must join a table, they choose the Water Risings. At the Water Rising table, they can stay in their own world while the others connect around them. The Water Risings will respect their boundaries, only asking occasional questions before leaving them to their thoughts.

Aquarius Rising

Aquarius Rising enters with a group of friends. They bring their own people because they often struggle to fit into other groups. They visit the Earth table but find it too grounded, the Fire table too intense, and the Water table too close-knit. Ultimately, they sit with the Water Risings, where they can enjoy a peaceful vibe. Here, they can converse with their friends while the Water Risings catch the flow without interrupting.

Pisces Rising

Pisces Rising walks in looking dreamy and naive, as though they aren’t sure why they’re even in the lunchroom. They avoid the Fire Risings, whose energy is too loud, and the Air Risings, who talk too much. Although the Earth Risings seem calm, Pisces Rising feels like they don’t want them there. So, they gravitate toward the Water Risings, who feel inviting and intuitive. Pisces Rising sits down with the Water Risings and instantly feels at home as the conversation naturally begins.

[eu-nicola]

not yours part 2

summary: Rafe Cameron is the perfect boyfriend… but not yours, but Sofia’s. However, fate plays against you when you become the only person capable of understanding him in his darkest moments. What begins as a dangerous friendship soon becomes an attraction impossible to deny.

warnings: nothing i think

word counter: 9057

author’s note: english is not my first language and how I love to use movie quotes, please please tell me if you want to be on my taglist as I'm going to make a new one

tags: @immyowndefender @xcinnamonmalfoyx @wtfdudesblog

The night had started off quiet, too quiet for your liking. You had met up with some friends at the usual club, but soon everything became monotonous. Loud music, laughter, a few interested glances from boys you didn't care about... Nothing new. You were used to standing out, to getting attention, and today you felt a latent need for something different, something that would get you out of that routine. What you didn't expect was that the night would take an unexpected turn and that you would end up running next to Rafe Cameron, with your heart beating a thousand miles an hour.

It all started with a simple misunderstanding. A group of unknown boys approached you at the bar, insisting on drinks and comments that went from flattering to annoying in a matter of minutes. At first, you tried to ignore them, but one of them didn't get the message. His hand rested on your arm with too much confidence, pulling you as if he had the right to do so.

"Let me go," you said firmly, looking him straight in the eyes.

The boy laughed, as if your words had no weight, and continued to insist. You didn't like being treated like that, as if you were just another one they could manipulate at will. You were about to let go when Rafe appeared out of nowhere, as if he had been observing the situation from afar. His mere presence changed the dynamic in an instant.

"Do you have a problem?" Rafe asked, his tone calm but full of tension, as if he was already ready for anything.

The boys looked at him, assessing him. Rafe didn't need to say much to command respect; he was the kind of person who could make someone doubt with just his gaze. But this time, the boys decided not to back down.

"It's none of your business, buddy," one of them replied, defying the calm that still remained in the atmosphere.

And then, everything exploded.

What followed was a succession of quick movements, blows and pushes. Rafe was the first to attack, with a precision that made it clear that it was not his first fight. You, though surprised, weren't far behind. You'd always had that explosive side, that energy that made you face things without thinking twice. One of the boys got too close and without hesitation, you pushed him back with more force than he expected.

Chaos broke out. The music was still playing in the background, mixing with the screams and the sound of glasses falling to the floor. Adrenaline was running through your veins. You weren't scared; you were alive, more alive than you had felt in days.

In a matter of minutes, it was all over. The boys were either on the ground or far enough away that you wouldn't try again. You and Rafe barely looked at each other, there was just an exchange of quick glances and the urgent need to disappear.

"Let's go," he said, taking your hand without waiting for an answer.

And you ran with him, leaving the club as if you were escaping a fire. Laughter began to bubble in your chest as they ran through the dark streets, away from the chaos they had left behind. Rafe, always so serious and controlled, was laughing too, that sincere laugh he rarely showed. It was contagious, and before you knew it, you were both cracking up.

“What the hell was that?” you asked between laughs, finally stopping in a dark alley where no one could see you.

Rafe leaned against the wall, still breathing heavily. His face was illuminated by the distant lights, and for a second you realized how rare it was to see him like this, so relaxed, so… human.

“What we do best, I guess,” he replied, running a hand through his messy hair. There was a spark in his eyes, an emotion that mirrored yours.

You leaned against him, breathing deeply as you tried to calm yourself. The silence between the two of you was comfortable, a pause amidst all the adrenaline.

“You know?” you finally said, turning your head to look at him. “It was fun.”

Rafe let out a soft laugh, tilting his head at you.

“Do you like getting into trouble?” he asked you with a lopsided grin.

“No more than you do,” you replied with a wink.

After a few more minutes, Rafe straightened up.

“We better get moving before someone finds us,” he said, holding out his hand to you.

You took it without hesitation, letting him lead you back to his car. The engine roared as they drove away from the place, and you, with the window open and the wind hitting your face.

A few minutes later Rafe’s car stopped in front of your house after a ride in which both of you had remained silent. But it wasn’t awkward.

“Well, here we are, princess pogue,” Rafe said with a crooked smile, glancing at you out of the corner of your eye as he turned off the engine.

You laughed softly and turned to him, leaning your elbow on the car door. That nickname had something of a mockery to it, but it didn’t bother you. If there was one thing you had learned in all this time with him, it was that this mix of sarcasm and humor was part of his charm.

“I know. So exotic, so out of your perfect world, right?” you joked, faking an arrogant expression while you looked at your nails, as if you were the queen of the entire Outer Banks.

Rafe let out a laugh, one you had rarely heard from him, deep and sincere.

“I almost feel like I should ask you for an autograph before you enter your mansion.”

“Sure. But I would charge you… and I don’t think I would be able to afford it, Cameron.” You joked back, raising a challenging eyebrow.

Rafe shook his head. There was something about you that threw him off, took him out of that character he always wore.

“Don’t underestimate me. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and have enough to pay for your expensive autographs.” He replied with a mocking smile.

You laughed again, enjoying that lightness that was rare when you were around him. Rafe had a reputation, and you knew it better than anyone. But at times like this, he felt different, more human, closer.

“Well, we’ll see if you get lucky next time.”

You opened the car door and climbed out, the cool night air hitting your face. From the open door, you leaned into him once more.

“Thanks for saving me from those idiots. I think I could handle it though…” you said with a playful smile.

Rafe looked at you with a mix of amusement and something else, something you couldn’t quite figure out.

“Sure, but… it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back, right?” He winked at you.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” you admitted quietly.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment longer, a moment suspended in the air before he looked away and started the car again.

“See you soon.” He said before speeding off and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

You stood on the sidewalk for a second, watching the taillights of Rafe’s car fade into the distance. There was something about him, that mix of danger and calm, that made you feel alive. Something that drew you in, even when you knew you shouldn't.

With a sigh, you turned and entered your house. 

The next day, sunlight filtered timidly through the curtains of your room. You woke up early, as always. You could still feel the echo of the laughter shared with Rafe on your skin and how the emotion of the moment had left you in an almost euphoric state. But today, that emotion had to take a backseat. It was Sofia’s birthday. And that meant that your best friend needed you. 

Still between the sheets, you grabbed your phone and sent her a message:

“Happy birthday, Sof 🎉! I hope you’re ready to be the center of attention today… Although that’s not much different than any other day, right?”

Sofia’s response came almost immediately. 

“Thank you!! ❤️ I’m so excited and nervous at the same time. I don’t want anything to go wrong tonight.”

You laughed softly, imagining the mix of excitement and anxiety that was probably shining in her eyes at that moment. Sofia had always been like that, wanting everything to be perfect.

You quickly wrote a reply:

“Relax, everything will be fine. I'll come early to help you with whatever you need. You're not going to do this alone.”

“You're the best. Seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you. See you in a bit! 😊”

You got out of bed, already with a clear idea in mind. The night was going to be important for Sofia, and you were going to make sure it was perfect. After all, she was your best friend, and her happiness had always been on your priority list.

You went to the bathroom, took a shower, and got ready with the same dedication as always. You liked to be impeccable, and today would be no exception. You opted for a casual but elegant look: light shorts and a tank top in a neutral tone that highlighted your tan. Your hair was loose, with soft natural waves, and a touch of makeup that highlighted your eyes.

Before you left, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything was in its place.

You grabbed your bag and walked out, walking towards the Cameron house.

When you reached the door, you couldn’t help but feel a slight thrill. There was always something about that house that gave you a mix of nerves and anticipation. You knocked softly, and before you could wait too long, the door swung open. Sofia was there, beaming, with a wide smile and an energy that seemed contagious.

“You’re here!” she exclaimed, hugging you tightly. “Thank you for coming. I don’t know where to start… there are so many things to do.”

“That’s what I’m here to do, calm you down and help you organize everything.” You hugged her back just as intensely, smiling. “First, breathe. Everything’s going to be okay. Today is your day, and you have to enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” Sofia replied, giggling nervously as she led you inside. “But you know how I am.” If something goes wrong…

“Nothing is going to go wrong,” you interrupted her firmly. “Trust me. Now tell me, where do we start?”

Sofia led you to the kitchen, where there was an endless list of things to do: decorations, food, everything needed for a party that promised to be the event of the month.

When they finally finished, the sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. The house was impeccable and elegantly decorated. Sofia had taken care of every detail: lights were strategically hung to create a warm and luxurious atmosphere, while gold and silver tones dominated the place, reflecting the theme of the night. The atmosphere promised to be spectacular.

Sofia and you went up to her room together to get ready.

“I can’t believe everything is ready,” Sofia said as she opened the door to her closet. “I thought we would never make it.”

“See? I told you everything would turn out well,” you replied with a smile. “Now comes the best part: getting amazing.”

Sofia pulled out a long, silver-colored dress, fitted to her figure, with rhinestone details that captured the light in a mesmerizing way. While she changed, you approached your own selection of clothes that you had brought with you.

You chose a simple but elegant gold dress with thin straps that left your shoulders and back bare. It wasn’t the most impressive dress you’d ever worn, but for the occasion it was more than enough. You slid it smoothly down your body, adjusting it in place, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“What do you think?” you asked, turning slightly to see your reflection.

Sofia, now in her silver dress, looked at you with a smile.

“You look beautiful, as always. That gold is perfect for you.”

You smiled, accepting the compliment, although deep down you still thought you could have chosen something more dazzling.

You sat in front of the mirror to fix your hair. You opted for soft, natural waves, which fell gracefully over your shoulders. You didn’t want anything too elaborate; just something that would complement the dress and enhance your face.

The makeup was simple but effective: a subtle eyeliner that highlighted your eyes, a touch of gold shadow to highlight the theme of the night, and lips in a nude tone that kept the look elegant but discreet. You made sure every detail was in place before standing up and putting the finishing touches on a pair of small, delicate earrings.

“Ready,” you said, turning to Sofia.

She looked at you with pride and excitement.

“We look amazing. Tonight is going to be perfect, I’m sorry.”

“Of course it will be,” you assured her as you both walked down the stairs. “Everything is ready, and you look spectacular. This is your night, Sof.”

The house was already beginning to fill with guests arriving one after another, dressed in matching gold and silver tones. Music floated through the air, and the lights danced softly, reflecting the luxury and exclusivity Sofia had wanted for her birthday.

As you watched everything unfold, a part of you felt calm. They had worked hard, and now it was time to enjoy.

The party was going on with a calm and elegant atmosphere. Guests moved between the decorated rooms, chatting, laughing, toasting Sofia. There was an enveloping calm that you liked; you felt comfortable, but there was also something in the air, a feeling that something could change at any moment.

You decided to take a walk around the mansion, observing the people, their gestures, their glances. You moved gracefully, with a drink in your hand, enjoying the atmosphere and that subtle feeling of being part of something special.

That was when you saw it.

Rafe was leaning against one of the walls, observing the crowd with an indecipherable expression. He didn't seem lost or bored, just... attentive. As if every movement around him had a meaning that only he could decipher.

You slowly approached him, until you were next to him.

"How was the party?" you asked him with a smile, breaking the silence between you.

Rafe turned his face slightly towards you. His blue eyes met yours for a moment, intense but calm.

"I'm enjoying myself," he replied, with that calm and confident tone, as if nothing in the world could alter it.

You nodded, and the smile remained on your face.

"Me too," you said. Silence settled between you two again, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was as if words weren't necessary for a moment. It was just the two of you, amidst the distant murmur of the party.

Suddenly, you felt his gaze.

It wasn't a casual look. It was a lingering look, as if every detail of your face captured his attention. His eyes scanned every line, every shadow, every expression. It was an intense look, but not uncomfortable, almost as if he were in a daze, lost in that moment. There was no judgment or coldness, just something you couldn't quite define.

You noticed it. You felt it. But, to your surprise, it didn't make you nervous.

You didn't know how to feel about it. There was something intriguing about being watched like that, something that made you wonder what exactly he saw. So, almost without thinking, you looked at him too.

Your eyes searched for his. And for an instant that seemed eternal, they met. Two gazes that held each other, that understood each other without words, that explored something beyond the obvious. There was no noise around them. There was no one else at that moment.

Finally, they both separated their gazes, as if something invisible had reminded them that the world kept turning.

“Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain,” you said quietly, almost like a thought out loud.

Rafe looked at you again, this time with a slight glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He nodded slowly, as if those words resonated with something he himself understood, something he carried within.

There was nothing else to say at that moment. You gently stepped away, leaving the glass on a nearby table.

“I’m going to walk a little,” you told him, and he simply watched you as you walked away.

The fresh air greeted you as you stepped out into the garden. Each step took you away from the hustle and bustle of the party, but not from the feeling Rafe had left in you.

You walked slowly along the well-kept paths, surrounded by soft lights hanging from the trees, illuminating the path with a calm warmth. The sky was clear, and the stars twinkled softly, as if they were watching you too. You felt good, at peace, enjoying that moment of solitude, getting away from everything for a moment.

But you weren't alone for long.

You heard footsteps behind you, soft but firm. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. There was something unmistakable about Rafe's presence. A confident, calm air, but charged with something more, something that always seemed to throb beneath the surface.

He stood beside you without saying a word. There was no need to explain why he was there, or to ask him why he had decided to accompany you. He just did it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

They walked together, in silence. Neither of them felt the urge to fill the space with words. The night was enough. The soft sounds of the wind through the leaves, the crunch of gravel under their feet, and the occasional whisper of the breeze were enough company.

Rafe had his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes observed everything around him with that characteristic attention, as if every detail was important. Every now and then, his eyes would drift to you, though he didn't say anything.

There was something surprisingly comfortable about that shared silence. You didn't feel compelled to speak, to explain anything, to pretend anything. Rafe seemed to understand that, and you understood it too.

They walked along a path that bordered the garden, passing by a small pond where the reflection of the golden lights from the party sparkled in the water. You stopped for a moment, watching as the soft waves distorted the lights, creating dancing patterns. Rafe stopped beside you, watching the same thing.

“It’s a beautiful night,” you finally commented, breaking the silence, but with a soft voice, as if you didn’t want to disturb the calm of that moment.

Rafe nodded, a smile almost imperceptible on his face.

“Yes, it is.”

The silence returned, but this time it was different. It was a silence filled with understanding, with something that didn’t need to be said out loud. Both of you continued walking, slowly advancing through the garden.

At some point, his steps aligned perfectly with yours, as if walking together was something you had always done. There was no rush. You were just there, enjoying the night, the calm.

The silence continued between you, but at that moment, you felt it was time to go back, to get back to reality. You looked at Rafe, who was still walking beside you, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

“I think I should head back to the party,” you said, keeping your voice light, but with a small smile, “They’re going to miss you. I’ll come back later.”

Rafe looked at you then, a glint of understanding in his eyes. He didn’t seem upset, rather, it seemed like he had been waiting for you to say it. He nodded slightly and, without losing his calm, glanced up at the starry sky.

“You’re right.” His tone was relaxed, but there was a spark in his eyes that made it clear that you didn’t care much about the party or the others.

You both stopped in front of the garden entrance, as if you somehow knew that the walk had come to an end. The party continued in the distance, laughter and conversations floating in the air.

“I’ll see you later then,” Rafe said with a slight smile.

He took a step back, giving you room to turn around and head back into the hustle and bustle of the party.

With a small wave of his hand, you began to walk back.

“See you later,” you said as you walked away, still staring at him for a moment, knowing that even though you were physically walking away, somehow, the words that weren’t said between you would still be floating in the air. 

Rafe stood there, watching you go, before turning around again and heading back to the party. 

After you both returned to the party, the atmosphere had changed slightly. The music was still playing, but something in the air seemed lighter. People were gathered around the center table, where Sofia was at the front, surrounded by her friends, family, and loved ones. They were all waiting for the moment when she would blow out the candles, the perfect ending to their celebration. 

The table was adorned with gold and silver details, like the theme of the party, and in the center, a large three-tiered cake dominated the stage. The candles glowed softly, with the light dancing over the smiling faces of everyone present. Sofia looked radiant, her dress shining under the lights of the room, and her eyes reflected a mix of excitement and gratitude.

Rafe approached you, a glass in his hand, and offered it to you with a discreet smile. It was clear that the tension between the two of you had not completely dissipated, but at that moment, everything seemed simpler, lighter. He raised his glass in your direction, waiting for you to toast with it.

“To Sofia,” he said in a soft tone, looking towards the table, where Sofia was already ready to blow out the candles.

You raised your glass as well, nodding with a smile. “To Sofia,” you repeated, feeling that the night, despite everything, had something special, something you couldn’t describe, but you knew deep down. You both toasted, clinking glasses with a small sound that resonated in the air.

Sofia, with her gaze full of hope, closed her eyes and blew out the candles. At that moment, everyone present kept a brief silence, waiting for her to make her wish. The bated breath in the room felt like a bubble about to burst, and then, as if everything had been calculated, Sofia opened her eyes and smiled.

“Thank you all for being here,” she said, her voice warm and full of emotion, looking at everyone present. “Thank you for this very special day.”

Applause filled the room, and the music took control of the night again, as people began to laugh and enjoy themselves again. Rafe, for his part, gave you one last look before diverting his attention to his group of friends.

The night continued, filled with laughter and toasts.

The next day, the sun shone brightly on the mansion and the atmosphere remained relaxed, almost as if the party the day before had been just a distant dream. The pool sparkled invitingly under the midday heat, the clear water reflecting the clear sky. You had already begun to enjoy the day, swimming and letting yourself be carried away by the calm of the place. The water surrounded you, cool and refreshing, as you swam back and forth, enjoying the peace of those solitary moments.

Rafe and Sofia were in the lounger area, almost ignoring you in their own world.

After a while, you decided to get out of the water. You laid down on one of the lounge chairs, feeling the sun on your skin. But soon, bored of just sitting there doing nothing, you got up and headed over to the pool table. You grabbed a cue and, in order to distract yourself, decided to play a little, not really interested in winning, just to pass the time.

It wasn't long before Rafe approached you, watching with a slight smile on his face.

"Do you dare to play a game?" he asked, also taking a cue and adjusting his shirt a little.

Sofia, from her spot by the pool, watched the two of you, somewhat distant, but not enough to not notice how you interacted. It could have been her curious look, or perhaps the way her body was slightly tense, but at that moment, something seemed different.

The game started with laughter and small jokes between you and Rafe. He, always a bit of a tease, would try to tease you with some comment or make you lose focus, but all in good spirits. You realized that, at that moment, there was no pressure. There was no tension, just the sound of the cue hitting the balls, the laughter and the words that intertwined naturally.

Meanwhile, Sofia stood there, watching in silence.

Rafe, more focused on the game than anything else, made a couple of jokes to you while he won it, but you weren't intimidated. You laughed, both at his attitude and at the little tricks he tried, although without being really competitive, which kept the atmosphere light.

At one point, your cue missed on a crucial shot and Rafe couldn't help but laugh.

"That's the best you've got?" he said, taking his turn to give it the final blow.

Finally, after a few rounds, the match ended and Rafe emerged victorious, albeit with a slight hint of irony, as he knew you had let him win a couple of times just to not make the moment too tense.

Sofia approached, as if she had been waiting for them to finish so she could resume the chat between the three of you.

The day progressed slowly, the sun shining brightly on the pool and the gardens of the mansion. The air was getting warmer and warmer, the atmosphere relaxed with soft music in the background. Sofia and you had laughed together, enjoying the little jokes.

As the sun began to set, dyeing the sky orange and pink hues, Sofia received a call. Her face changed slightly as she looked at her phone, and after a few seconds of conversation, she told you that she had to leave, that her family needed her.

“Do you want me to go with you?” you asked, without thinking too much about what you were saying. An impulse, a need to not let her go alone.

But Sofia looked at you with a smile, her voice soft but firm.

“It’s not necessary. Stay here, enjoy the day,” she replied with a calm that almost surprised you.

So, without being able to do much else, you watched her leave, watching her walk away down the path that led to the entrance of the mansion. You stood there, watching the sunset for a long moment. Something in the air, in the stillness of the place, made you feel uncomfortable, as if everything was about to change. The house suddenly seemed empty, and the sound of your own footsteps echoed in the silence that settled around it.

With the intention of not staying there thinking about what you didn’t want to think about, you decided to go out to the backyard, looking for a distraction. Maybe just a little fresh air would help you calm the anxiety that was beginning to grow inside you.

The patio was quiet, with the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze and the soft murmur of the pool water, but the quiet only served to make you feel even more nervous. You walked a little further, approaching the trees and shadows of the garden, trying to escape a situation that made you feel uncomfortable.

It was then that you heard his footsteps. Rafe, who had not left you alone all day, appeared behind you, his elongated figure projecting over the grass. At first you didn't say anything, as if the silence between the two of you was some kind of invisible wall that you didn't even want to touch.

"Are you going to stay here alone?" Rafe asked, his voice soft, but with something in it that made you turn to look at him. He didn't seem to notice the tension in the air, or maybe he felt it too, but didn't know how to handle it.

And it was at that moment, when his eyes met yours, that everything became more intense. A simple exchange of glances turned into something deeper, something that both of you seemed to understand without the need for words. He was close, close enough for you to feel his presence. His gaze, once calm, now seemed charged with something else. You couldn't say exactly what it was, but it was there, like an invisible current that silently united you.

You both stood there, as if suspended in time, not knowing whether to move forward or back. You wanted to break that silence, but the truth was that you didn't know how. The fact that he was so close, his soft breathing, his gaze fixed on you, made everything much more complicated.

Rafe took a step towards you, without saying a word, as if he was looking for something in your expression, something that would make you give in. Your body reacted before your mind could process it, taking a step back, but not really moving away from him. It was as if gravity had brought them together in that instant, an invisible force pulling them both to the same place. The tension was palpable, like a thin thread that tightened with every millimeter of space they shared. 

You felt trapped in the moment, as if your thoughts were caught between the need to flee and the need to stay there. And although you didn't want to admit it, you were attracted to him, and that terrified you. Something about his closeness, his presence, made you feel vulnerable, but at the same time, something in you wanted him not to move away. 

Rafe, it seemed, felt it too. He stared at you a little longer, as if he was waiting for you to make the first move, or as if he was undecided between saying something or simply remaining suspended in the air in that moment. Finally, it was he who broke the silence with a slight smile, a smile that, although it seemed relaxed, hid something deeper, something you knew you couldn't decipher. 

“I don't know what we're doing here.” he said quietly, as if he didn't want to break the spell that had fallen between the two of you.

You looked at each other, unable to formulate a response, and in that instant, the gap between the two of you closed. Without saying another word, you turned around and began to walk, breaking that moment of tension, knowing that what you felt was not something you could control or explain. But, at the same time, you couldn't deny that a part of you didn't want that moment to end.

The courtyard no longer seemed so welcoming, and you no longer knew whether to leave, stay, or face it. But something told you that tonight, things would not be the same as before.

The night was passing slowly, silence enveloping the atmosphere. Sofia had not yet returned, and although you had tried not to think about it, there was something in you that already predicted that things would change. You did not know exactly how or why, but you felt a pressure in the air.

Hours passed while you waited for her return, but when you finally received her message, you knew that everything had fallen apart. “I will not return tonight. I have things to resolve.” The words floated before your eyes, and something inside you tightened. You knew that the situation was becoming more complicated, and at the same time, you felt a strange mix of relief and nervousness. You were left alone, not knowing what to do, with that feeling that everything you had been avoiding was finally going to happen.

You looked at Rafe, who had been silent in some corner of the house. He seemed so oblivious to what was going through your mind, but there was also something in his presence that attracted you, something you could no longer ignore.

“Sofia won’t be back tonight,” you said, trying to sound calm, but your voice was shaking a little. “I think I’ll go.”

Rafe looked at you with a slightly crooked smile, as if he had been waiting for that answer. The sparkle in his eyes, the slight glint of amusement in his expression, made you hesitate for a moment.

“Don’t you want to go out for a while?”

His invitation was like a temptation, a soft voice that made you reconsider. It was hard to resist the idea of ​​escaping from everything, of leaving behind the tension that was building in the air, of feeling a small spark of freedom, even if it was only for a couple of hours.

You, knowing it wasn’t the right thing to do, hesitated for a moment. How wrong could it be? After all, you weren’t doing anything “serious,” you were just a couple of friends, right? The answer seemed more like an excuse than a justification, but still, something inside you pushed you to say:

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

Rafe smiled immediately, and the way his eyes sparkled made your heart beat a little faster, but you forced yourself to calm down. You didn't know if you were fooling yourself, but the night was young, and the world seemed more accessible at the moment.

The two of you walked outside, the city streets deserted and quiet under the starry sky. The moonlight illuminated everything softly, and for some reason, that silence was comforting. The escape you were looking for surrounded you, and with each step, the tension in the air faded, although you knew that, deep down, there was no escape from what was really happening between the two of you.

You didn't talk much as you walked, but the company was enough. The sound of your footsteps and their calm breathing were the only things you could hear, and yet, there was a silent burden, something you both tried to ignore, but it was there, palpable in the air. Something in their gazes, something in their closeness.

As time went on, aimlessly, they began to laugh, to chat about trivial things, as if trying not to think about the obvious would help them relax. You realized that, for a moment, everything seemed easier.

It was when the first lights of dawn began to touch the horizon, that something in the atmosphere became almost palpable, a touch, a spark. They both found themselves standing close, too close to each other, as if an invisible force attracted them in a way that neither could deny.

You could hear their breathing, ragged, almost synchronized, as if at that moment nothing else existed in the world but the two of them. They were so close that you could feel their warmth, their presence, and that small line between what was right and what was not blurred.

You felt unable to move, as if everything you had been thinking about, everything you had wanted to avoid, was about to break. The urge to reach out to him, to follow the desire that was growing between you two, was stronger than ever. But something inside you made you stop. A clear thought, a reminder of what really mattered to you.

“This is wrong, Rafe,” you said in a shaky but firm voice as you took a step back, looking out at the horizon. “We should stay friends. I don’t want to complicate things. It’s not what we need.”

Silence settled between the two of you, and he stared at you. His eyes, which had previously been bright with amusement, now held something else, something like a mix of understanding and perhaps a bit of disappointment.

“Are we friends?” he asked, almost with a sad smile, as if he wasn’t sure of the answer.

You stayed silent for a moment, searching for the answer in your own feelings. Finally, you decided to give the answer that, at that moment, seemed the most sensible.

“I guess so,” you said, a sigh escaping your lips.

Rafe nodded slowly, as if he finally understood something he had been searching for in you.

“That’s good to know,” he murmured, and for a moment, everything between you seemed to calm down.

But, you knew everything had changed. You couldn’t just go back to how things were before. Without another word, you turned around, feeling the weight of the goodbye, but unable to help it.

“I’m leaving alone,” you said, without looking back.

Rafe didn’t say anything, although hesitation could be seen in his eyes. He didn’t want to let you go, but deep down he knew he couldn’t keep insisting. For some reason, in the end, he didn't say anything, he just watched as you walked away. 

You returned to your house, the cold morning air caressing your skin, and although you felt like something had changed between you and him, you also knew that, somehow, you had made the right decision. Although, deep down, you wondered if it really was. 

After what happened that night with Rafe, something inside you changed. An invisible barrier rose, separating you from him and, consequently, from Sofia as well. The awkwardness that was once just a spark had now become a smoldering fire, burning inside you every time you thought about him, about how close you were, about how you almost crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. 

You decided that the best thing to do was to walk away. Guilt weighed on you like a burden you couldn't let go of, and although you wanted to pretend that everything was okay, your conscience wouldn't let you rest. You made up excuses not to see them. When Sofia invited you out, to the beach, the pool, or any other gathering, you always had something else to do.

—Sorry, I have to study.

—I can't, I feel a little bad today.

—I have to help my mom with something.

The excuses piled up, one after another, until Sofia started to notice. At first, she believed you. She was your friend, she trusted you. But after several weeks of evasions, her messages started to sound different, more insistent, almost worried.

—Are you okay? We haven't seen you lately.

—Strange that you don't want to come... we miss you.

—Are you avoiding something?

You responded evasively, trying not to raise suspicions, but you knew that Sofia wasn't stupid. However, you preferred to deal with her concern rather than face what was really tormenting you: Rafe.

He, on the other hand, seemed unchanging. There was no change in his behavior, at least not visible. He didn't seem to feel the same discomfort or guilt that haunted you. He would send you messages from time to time, casual, as if nothing had happened between you.

—Are you going to the party tonight?

—Are you okay? I haven't seen you lately.

—Sofia asked about you, I told her you're probably busy.

Sometimes you read his messages and ignored them. You didn't want to fall into that dynamic of responding, of pretending everything was normal. But other times, the temptation was stronger, and you responded, although coldly, without giving rise to anything else.

—I'm fine.

—I don't think I'm going.

—Thanks for letting me know.

Each word of yours was measured, each message carefully worded to not lead to a deeper conversation. But Rafe didn't seem affected. He didn't chase you, he didn't insist, and that made you even angrier.

How could he be so calm after all? How could he act like nothing had happened while you were drowning in guilt? What hurt you most was that, deep down, you knew that was his nature. Rafe Cameron didn't feel remorse. He never had. He was always like that: cold, calculating, and seemingly incapable of feeling guilt.

And that made you even angrier. Because how could you be angry at him for being exactly the way he always was? There was a reason he always looked down on you, there was a reason he always looked at you with that mix of arrogance and disdain. Because to him, nothing really mattered. He wasn't afraid to cross boundaries, because to Rafe, boundaries were just an abstract concept that he could ignore when it suited him. 

You felt caught in a contradiction. You hated him for not feeling anything, but at the same time, a part of you envied that indifference. Because while you carried the weight of what could have happened, he kept going, as if you were just another person in his life. 

There were days when you wanted to confront him, ask him directly why he didn't feel the same as you, why he didn't seem affected. But the fear of facing his indifference stopped you. Because you knew that if you did, his answer would be cold, sharp, and maybe make you feel worse. 

And so, the weeks kept passing. You avoided any place where you might run into him. If you knew Sofia and Rafe were going to be at a party, you just didn’t go. If you heard his name in conversation, you walked away before they could talk about him anymore. Even on social media, you avoided looking at anything that might remind you of that night, that closeness, that moment you almost crossed paths.

But despite all your efforts, Rafe was still there, in the back of your mind. He was like a shadow you couldn’t erase, a presence that followed you, even when he wasn’t around.

One afternoon, as you were checking your phone, a new message from him popped up on your screen. You stared at it for a moment, hesitating to open it. Just seeing it made your heart beat faster, a mix of anxiety and something you didn’t want to admit.

—You’re really quiet lately. Everything okay?

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to decide whether to respond or not. You knew a part of you wanted to, wanted to keep that connection, even if it was minimal. But you also knew that every message, every interaction, only made things more complicated.

Finally, you left the message unanswered, turned off your phone, and sighed. The conflict was still there, inside you, a battle between desire and reason, between what you felt for Rafe and what you knew was right. And all the while, he was still Rafe: untouchable, indifferent, and always one step ahead.

You had built up a routine of avoidance: excuses for not going out, cold and calculated messages, avoiding meetings where you knew he would be. You had decided that the best thing for you was to keep your distance and protect both your heart and your friendship with Sofia. You didn't want to be "the other." You didn't want to be the reason everything fell apart.

But Rafe seemed to have other plans.

He kept looking for you. His messages became more frequent, his gazes more intense every time you met by chance. And when you avoided him, he found a way to close the distance, to make you feel his presence, as if he knew exactly which buttons to push to make you doubt your decisions.

One afternoon, while you were at a local café, enjoying a moment alone, you saw his figure approaching. Tall, self-assured, with that look that always seemed to carry a dangerous mix of arrogance and attraction. There was no escape this time.

“Can I sit down?” Rafe asked, even though he was already dragging the chair in front of you.

You sighed, trying to keep your composure.

“Sure, but I don’t stay long,” you replied nonchalantly.

He smiled, as if he perfectly understood the game you were playing. He knew you were trying to keep him at bay, and it seemed to amuse him more than it put him off.

“Are you hiding from me?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table and staring at you.

“No. Why would I?” you replied, avoiding his eyes as you stirred your coffee.

His gaze burned into you. It was as if he could see right through you, piercing through every one of your carefully raised defenses. You knew you shouldn’t fall for his game, but with every passing second you felt your self-control slowly crumble.

“I don’t know… I barely see you lately. Sofia notices it too.” His tone was casual, but there was something else there, a hidden insinuation.

“I’ve been busy,” you said, shrugging.

The silence stretched on, and when you finally looked up, you found him watching you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. There was something in his eyes, a mix of desire, frustration, and… defiance. Like he was waiting for you to be the one to break that barrier.

“You should focus on Sofia,” you murmured, diverting the conversation back to where you wanted to take it. “She’s the one who matters.”

Rafe leaned a little closer to you, closing the distance.

“What if it’s not just Sofia?” he whispered.

Your hands tightened around the cup. That line, that edge you’d both been skirting since that night, was dangerously close again. And the worst part of it all was that, even though you knew you should walk away, part of you wanted to know what would happen if you didn’t.

“We can’t, Rafe. I don’t want to be “the other.” I’m not going to ruin what I have with Sofia for… this. “Your voice was firm, but there was a barely perceptible tremor in your words.

He was silent for a moment, studying every expression on your face. He didn’t seem upset or disappointed. On the contrary, he seemed intrigued, as if your words were a challenge rather than a refusal.

“For this?” he repeated with a half smile.

“For whatever this is,” you clarified, trying to sound confident.

Rafe sighed, but didn’t move away. On the contrary, he rested a hand on the table, almost brushing yours, so close that you could feel the warmth of his skin.

“What if it’s not what you think?” he asked quietly. “What if we can handle it without ruining anything?”

You bit your lip, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overflow. You wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that he could control himself, that you could keep everything in order, but you knew that things were never that simple.

“I can’t risk it,” you said at last, pulling your hand away and breaking contact. “I don’t want to lose her. Or myself.”

Rafe nodded slowly, but his eyes were still fixed on you. There was something in his gaze that wouldn’t go away: desire mixed with stubbornness. Like this was just a chapter in a story he was determined to continue.

“Okay,” he murmured, getting up from his chair. “But you can’t walk away forever.”

You stayed silent as he left, leaving an air heavy with tension and a racing heartbeat in your chest. You knew he was right. You couldn’t walk away forever. But for now, you promised yourself that you would keep trying, because if you got close again, you knew that this time you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.

That same day, you returned home with your heart tangled in a tangle of emotions. The tension you had been avoiding was no longer something you could ignore. You felt the need to talk to someone, to find clarity in the midst of the chaos that had broken out in your mind. However, you chose to lock yourself in your room, hoping that the silence of the night would give you the answers you were looking for.

But your mother didn't let you isolate yourself for long.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly from the door, peeking in with a curious, motherly look. She had noticed your behavior in the last few days. The constant excuses, the long sighs, the nights when you seemed to be in another world.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m just tired,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you settled into bed.

She wasn’t fooled. She walked into your room, closed the door behind her, and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes, full of wisdom and tenderness, looked at you with that mix of understanding and concern that only a mother could have.

“Honey, I know you too well. Something’s going on. Do you want to talk about it?”

You sighed. You knew she wasn’t going to give up, and somehow that comforted you. You took a moment before answering.

“It’s complicated, Mom. I don’t know how to explain it without it sounding… bad.” You looked down, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

She waited patiently, giving you the time you needed. When you finally raised your head, you found in her gaze an invitation to vent.

“There’s someone…” you began, choosing your words carefully. “Someone I shouldn’t be with. He’s a friend’s boyfriend, and… I don’t know how it happened, but everything is a mess now. I try to get away, but it seems like the more I try, the harder it gets. It’s like he doesn’t want to let me go.”

Your mother nodded slowly, processing each word. She didn’t interrupt you, she just let you talk.

“I know it’s wrong, and I feel guilty, but at the same time… there’s something about him that I can’t ignore. It’s like there’s something between us that shouldn’t be there, but I can’t help it either.”

Your mother looked at you with an expression that was a mix of empathy and nostalgia. “I understand more than you think,” she said with a soft smile. “I went through something similar when I was young.”

You were shocked. “You? Really?” you asked, incredulous. You had never imagined your mother in a similar situation.

She nodded, settling herself better on the bed. There was a sparkle in her eyes, as if she was remembering a fragment of her own youth.

“Yes, before I met your father, there was someone… someone who made me feel alive, who shook my world in ways I had never experienced. He was charming, ambitious, and yes, he had a lot of money.” She laughed softly. “But he wasn’t the person I was supposed to be with. It was all intense, but not always intense is the best for you.”

You looked at her curiously, as if you were seeing a side of her you had never known.

“And what happened?” you asked, intrigued.

She sighed, as if the memory took her back to those days. “In the end, I realized I couldn’t live in that whirlwind. There was a lot of fire, but not enough to build something lasting. And then your father came along. He was different. Calmer, more stable… but real. And I realized that was what I needed.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “So you had a rich boyfriend too, that you left for love?.” you joked, trying to lighten the conversation.

Your mother laughed, the warm sound filling the room. “It seems like it’s a tradition, doesn’t it?” she replied humorously. “But money isn’t everything, honey. Love is a crazy thing. Sometimes it takes you down paths you don’t expect, and other times it makes you see that what you really need is right in front of you, even if it’s not what you had imagined.”

You stayed silent, reflecting on her words. It was strange to think of your mother going through something similar, but it also made you feel less alone. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had felt that confusion, that forbidden attraction that seemed to have no way out.

“So what do I do?” you finally asked, seeking advice.

She looked at you tenderly and stroked your hair. “Do what you feel is right for you. Don’t punish yourself for feeling, but don’t lose yourself in something that could hurt you either. Sometimes walking away is the hardest thing, but also the most necessary thing.

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight on your chest lighten for a moment at least. Maybe, given time, you could find your own path, one that didn’t leave you trapped between what you wanted and what was right.

[mya-valentine]

Headcanon: Megumi Fushiguro Dating Gojo's Little Sister

Gojo is incredibly overprotective of his little sister, so when he finds out Megumi is dating her, he’s both amused and concerned. He’s always been like a big brother figure to Megumi, but now he can’t resist making his life difficult, often showing up unexpectedly when they’re together, throwing around jokes like, "So, Megumi, when’s the wedding?" much to Megumi’s annoyance.

Unlike Megumi’s quiet and serious nature, Gojo’s little sister has a vibrant, bubbly personality. She’s outgoing and has a way of bringing out Megumi’s softer side, helping him relax and smile more often. She loves teasing him, but in a way that he finds endearing rather than annoying.

Despite all his teasing, Gojo secretly approves of Megumi dating his sister. He knows Megumi is reliable and will take care of her. However, Gojo loves to pretend he doesn’t approve just to watch Megumi squirm under his scrutiny. He’ll often remind Megumi, “You know, you have to be extra good to her, right?”

Anytime they have group training, Gojo makes things hilariously awkward by making loud comments about how Megumi needs to "impress" his little sister or how she needs to "take it easy on her boyfriend." It becomes a running joke among their friends, much to Megumi’s dismay. He’s very serious about training, and Gojo’s antics throw him off.

One of the things Gojo’s little sister loves about Megumi is how calm and quiet he is. While she can be lively, she appreciates their moments of quiet peace, like sitting together in the park, reading or watching the sunset. Megumi’s calmness balances her energy, and she enjoys having someone she can be herself with, without always having to entertain.

Gojo’s little sister feels some pressure being part of the prestigious Gojo family, especially living in her older brother’s shadow. She confides in Megumi about it, and he’s one of the few people who doesn’t treat her differently because of her family name. He sees her for who she really is, which makes her feel more grounded.

Although Gojo’s sister is more than capable of taking care of herself, Megumi can’t help but be protective when they’re on missions. He’s hyper-aware of her safety and often steps in to shield her, even though she insists she’s fine. She teases him about being overprotective, but deep down, she finds it sweet.

When Gojo goes a little too far with his teasing or antics, she’s the only one who can put him in his place. She’ll scold her brother and tell him to stop embarrassing Megumi, reminding him that just because he’s strong doesn’t mean he gets to mess with people all the time. This dynamic often makes Megumi smirk, knowing that she’s the only person who can shut Gojo down like that.

Gojo’s little sister loves animals, especially the Divine Dogs Megumi summons. She has a special bond with them, often petting and playing with them while Megumi watches quietly, a small smile on his face. It’s one of their shared interests that brings them closer together.

At first, Megumi is hesitant about dating Gojo’s sister. He knows how much Gojo means to him and worries that dating his sister could complicate things. But over time, he realizes how much she means to him and that Gojo would support them—albeit in his own obnoxious way. This realization helps him fully embrace their relationship.

While Megumi isn’t the type to shower his girlfriend with compliments, he does it in his own way. His subtle gestures—like bringing her favorite snacks after a tough day or silently holding her hand when she’s upset—mean more to her than words ever could. She loves how Megumi shows his affection without needing to say much.

Nobara initially can’t believe that Megumi is dating Gojo’s sister, but she quickly becomes one of their biggest supporters. She loves Gojo’s sister’s fun and outgoing personality, and together, they gang up on Megumi, teasing him and having fun at his expense. Nobara becomes a close friend to Gojo’s sister, even giving her advice about Megumi.

Gojo has an almost creepy sixth sense about their relationship. Even when they try to keep things private, Satoru always seems to know what’s going on. Whether it’s a date they tried to keep secret or a private moment, Gojo somehow finds out and teases them about it. Megumi can’t figure out how Gojo always knows, but it drives him crazy.

Unlike loud, dramatic romances, Megumi and Gojo’s sister have a quiet, steady love. They don’t need big gestures or public displays of affection. Their connection is subtle, built on mutual respect and understanding, and the small moments they share together speak volumes.

Gojo likes to joke that, if they get married, Megumi will officially become his brother-in-law. While Megumi brushes it off, Gojo insists on bringing it up at every opportunity, telling everyone they’ll be "family" soon, much to Megumi’s embarrassment. Gojo’s sister thinks it’s hilarious and will sometimes play along just to see Megumi blush.

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[cherrycherryves]

MADNESS IN MANSION AU RELATIONSHIP CHART !

If I realize I missed anyone after posting this I’m just gonna have to cope OTL

I’m gonna be expanding on specific dynamics down below :3

Friends !

Nina goes out of her way to try and befriend everyone! She’s usually the first person to talk to new people when they come to the mansion (save for Jeff.) She was the first person to befriend newer members like Dina and Lulu!

Toby, like Nina, tries to go out of his way and befriend everyone! The only difference is that he is very very high energy and some of the others in the mansion cannot put up with it. So some find him “annoying.” But he means well!

EJ is like the mansion capybara. Everyone gets along with him or likes him in some capacity. He’s very chill and calm, but also he’s the in-house doctor, so everyone wants to be on his good side.

Nina, Kate, Natalie, and Toby are BFFs forever!!! >w<

Family !

Sally was the first proxy, and so Slenderman has a special place in his heart for her. He views her like a daughter and she views him like a father. She is also close to the two older proxies, Tim and Brian. They have come to care for her like family as well.

Sally, Ben, and Lazari all view each other as siblings and are probably the closest unit in the mansion. Ben and Sally have been at each other’s side for a long time and are very protective of each other, Lazari is new to their group, but the three of them have been inseparable ever since they met.

Lulu and Lazari view EJ as a big brother! They’re all affected by Zalgo in some capacity and confide in each other when things get tough. EJ looks out for Lulu when she gets lost and he has started training Lazari in basic first aid!

Jeff views Sally, Ben, and Lazari like his little siblings. They all tease and poke fun at each other, they’re the only ones Jeff doesn’t go too hard on with his jokes. This, however, gives him complicated feelings to his actual brother Liu. He never understood how Liu could forgive him, how Liu wanted to protect him, etc, until now. He realized that even if Sally, Ben, or Lazari did what he did, he’d forgive them, just like Liu forgave him. And he doesn’t know how to process his feelings like a normal person.

Neutral !

Not too many notes on this one! Some characters don’t interact a ton in this au, or I just haven’t figured out their dynamic yet! So they’re just neutral! I guess the only thing of note is Tim has some unsettled negative feelings towards Slenderman, but is coming to terms with stuff and feels about neutral at this point.

Dislikes !

Helen and Jeff dislike each other very much (for reasons I’ll get into in the next section!) For the most part, they just bump heads. They’re too similar, but also too different, if that makes sense! They frustrate each other.

Jeff thinks Dina is too soft hearted/can’t take a joke (he’s deflecting because he feels bad he always hurts their feelings) He gets annoyed with them easily. (And bullies them for their bowl haircut :,[ )

Kate dislikes Jeff because of how he used to treat Nina. Jeff dislikes Kate because she dislikes him. It’s a dislike circle. The only thing they agree on is that they dislike each other.

Jeff has complicated feelings towards Liu and Nina. He is jealous that they got to the mansion first and are doing so well while he’s still messed up from everything that happened. He gets mad at them frequently, but more because he’s lashing out from his own frustrations and deflecting (like usual!)

Hate !

Helen and Jeff strongly dislike each other. Helen hates Jeff because Jeff picks on Dina, and Jeff hates Helen because he finds him pretentious and annoying in his affections/loyalty to Dina.

Natalie hates Jeff because of what happened with him and Nina.

Romantic Relationships !

Tim and Brian are so close they blur the lines between platonic and romantic. No one knows if they’re actually a couple or not and I don’t even think they know themselves. They care about each other deeply, but they’ve been through so much, they don’t exactly know how to go about anything like that.

Helen and Dina are pining very hard! Helen absolutely worships the ground Dina walks on and finds them breathtakingly gorgeous literally all the time. He is very smitten. He follows them around and leaves them notes. Many find how he shows his love creepy, but Dina thinks it’s completely endearing and reciprocates it greatly. They’re not an official couple yet, but it’s one of those things where it’s just a matter of time.

Kate and Nina are in a relationship!

EJ and Liu are in a relationship!

Toby REALLY likes Jeff, and Jeff really likes Toby, but Jeff is very much still a mess and is scared of hurting Toby the way he hurt Liu and Nina. He’s never been in a romantic relationship before, let alone with another guy, he has no idea what to do and he’s too stubborn to ask for help. (I’d like to imagine a brotherly heart to heart might fix this) Toby used to be very cold and ruthless kinda like how Jeff is now, so he knows what Jeff is feeling and what he might be thinking, and that’s why he’s determined to stay by Jeff’s side no matter what! Jeff finds himself staying in Toby’s room more often than his own room, just because his is cleaner and nicer… no other reasons! You can also get to part of the roof from Toby’s room, so the two of them go out there often!

Nurse Ann and LJ have something????? going on???? No one knows what that is, and to be honest, I have no idea either. They have minds of their own. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

[yandere-daydreams]

Feel free to ignore this! I'm just v sleep deprived and having brain rot inspired by some things I saw in ur writing and thought it may be up ur alley. Also this brainrot thingy is mainly aimed at readers who have the ability to get pregnant so if that don't sit right with you feel free to ignore it or change aspects of it!

Hear me out right. A mix of the sex doll au and hybrid au (either fox or husky) for childe. But like in the doll au how he replaces components as a form of trying to live out the dad fantasy? Yeah that but in the hybrid au. Like reader is trying to rehabilitate this poor little baby fox kit/husky puppy that's really sickly and was abandoned. Childe basically looks at the reader playing nurse/mommy for this poor thing almost 24/7 (his attention is being deprived lol) and goes "oh yeah that little one is ours duh". He starts exhibiting protective dad behavior while simultaneously being like "look at how good of a job I can do".

Follow up to that the pup/kit either gets better and can be handed off to another conservationist who has other young hybrids and would do a better job at caring for them in a group environment with other hybrid kiddos so there's less of a risk of em becoming too domesticated. And reader is supper bummed out about it for a while bc all their attention was zoned in on this one really precious little one and now they've moved onto bigger pastures 🥲. Meanwhile childe sees this and is like "oh now I can both console my mate in their grief, I've proven I'm a capable partner, I can totally help them make new little ones!"

Take all of that inspo/brainstorming as u will. Also if you consider people submitting ideas as commissions I apologize for misunderstanding! Did not intend to overstep 🙇‍♀️

tw - implied violence, child neglect/abandonment, and obsessive behavior.

fjdkljdfksdj i think this would probably be more plausible with husky!childe, but something about this scenario with fox!childe is just,,,

it'd just be so sweet to watch him dote over the tiny, terrified kit one of your friends found shivering in a snowbank. you really aren't qualified to take care of such a young hybrid, but while you scramble to get a hold of a more experienced volunteer, childe picks up the slack. despite being old enough to walk, the poor thing barely leaves his arms. he handles their near-hourly feedings, modifies the ill-fitting clothes you pull out of storage to accommodate their tail and hind legs, even lets them crawl between you and him at night and violate his cardinal rule (no one else gets to so much as touch your bed except for him - an unspoken law that's resulted in more than a few bitten hands and bleeding guests). he does his best to put a dent in their never-ending energy, and when it's time for you to take over, he's never more than a few feet away, wagging his tail as you take the kit's temperature and try to convince them to swallow a few drops of medicine. and, when you finally contact a volunteer with a small shelter and a pack of orphaned kits, childe seems as happy as you are, rubbing his cheek against theirs as he tells them that they'll be home soon enough. it's sweet, even if fox-hybrid dynamics are, admittedly, a little lost on you. honestly, you're just relieved you'll be able to sleep through the night again.

at least, you're relieved until you get back from work the next day, until you find your door unlocked and your apartment wrecked, furniture overturned and rust-colored stains soaked into your carpeting. you find childe on the foot of your bed, bouncing a crying kit in his lap and gushing them quietly, but he doesn't look concerned. if anything, his posture is slack, the smile written across his face nothing short of ecstatic. he looks calm. he looks happy.

he looks like someone who only just found his way home.

[slytherinstories]

Resisting You PT.3

Description: Mattheo Riddle a known player and flirt has his sights on you. You two couldn't be more opposite: him only wanting casual flings and you wanting a relationship. Its a disaster when you start developing feelings and he finds out about them. You try everything in you to resist giving in to him knowing he can't be what you want, but how long until your desire consumes you?

Warnings 18+, smut

Make sure to read part one and two first!

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After the party you hadn’t talked about what happened but silently returned to your usual dynamic. You were going to break soon, he knew it, you knew it. It was just a waiting game. Him circling you like prey, a deadly calm in his eye, waiting. As much as your defiance to him at the start you can’t deny how much of a thrill these games gave you, how intoxicating the push and pull is waiting to see who is the first to give. Of course your pride doesn’t want it to be you but you can’t see him begging you any time soon.

It’s only been a couple of days but it feels like weeks with the ache consuming every moment. You can’t even study or relax all your energy spent on daydreams of him. He has awoken a part of you that you didn’t know was there and you don’t know whether you hate or love him for it. You honestly don’t know why you are holding it off he is clearly waiting for you to go to him but maybe you want to stretch it out, see how long you can deny yourself that pleasure. After all restricting yourself always did make dessert taste better.

You are currently sitting in the common room with your friends after classes, finally glad to be back with the group. To be fully honest you don’t really know what they are talking about the words are a distant noise in your head as he has your sole focus. Shamelessly his dark eyes stare into your soul, raking up and down your body. You know exactly what he is thinking about and you shift in your seat uncomfortably. You have always been good at holding eye contact but with him it’s a different level of intensity, you try to carry the conversation with the group but you are always drawn back to him. Those dark curls, that sharp jaw, how can someone even look like that. How does someone who looks like that even want you.

It’s like the world around you doesn’t exist, a telepathic bond between the two of you slowly pulling you in, and in…

‘Y/N! Helooo’ Pansy clicks your fingers in front of your face snapping you out of your daze. You draw your eyes from his and stare at the rest of them baffled as to what they are talking about. ‘Er, sorry what did you say?’

‘God you are out of it today you know Hannah from Ravenclaw don’t you?’

‘Hannah yeah why?’

‘Theo wants you to introduce him.’ You raise your eyebrows at Theo, you probably would have complained another day at another one of your friends he wants to add to his list of girls but your head is entirely elsewhere. ‘Yeah sure I will tomorrow in class.’

They carry on talking and you bounce your leg up and down fighting the feelings flowing through you. Looking back at him he silently cocks his head to join him in the space next to him. You stand up a bit too quick sitting between him and Theo. His legs are man spread, one hand on the back of the sofa so there is hardly any room, causing your body be pressed against his. ‘Hey’ comes out your mouth in a whisper and he smiles down at you. You look anything but comfortable and he sighs picking your legs up and draping them over his lap ‘relax love’ and your body listens to him. He soothingly runs a hand up and down your leg and you lean into him finding comfort instead of nervousness.

‘You seem in your own world what you thinking about?’ He asks knowing damn well what you are thinking about. How can he look so innocent sitting there twirling your hair with those warm eyes when you know just what is in those thoughts.

You look up at him giving your best doe eyes which you know drives him crazy ‘I think you know what I’m thinking about Matty.’

‘Mmm I have an idea why don’t you tell me though what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.’

‘Just how handsome you look sitting over here, how much I need your hands on me.’

He looks composed as ever but you see the glint in his eyes, always revealing his emotions. ‘You should have asked love I am always willing to give you what you want. If you ask nicely that is.’

You bite your lip nervously and his gaze drags down to it and back to your eyes ‘want to know what I’m thinking about?’ You nod your head.

He leans down to your ear ‘How fucking good I can make you feel, having you under me begging me to touch you, to let you cum.’

Your face burns up and you look around at the group hoping no one caught that but they are all entertained in a debate. You turn your gaze back to his breathing in shakily. ‘How. How would you touch me?’ This dirty talk is new to you, you have no idea what he likes to hear, what you are meant to say so you just ask what your mind needs to know.

He smirks down at you hungrily whispering again. ‘I would start fucking you with my fingers until you are clenching around me. Maybe I would use my tongue too if you are good for me.’

You look up at him eyes wide at his filthy words that only ignite the fire within. ‘That’s just the start babe. Then I would fuck you, make you mine, until you are screaming my name begging me to let you cum…’

You suck in a breathe ‘Matt’ you say half moaning. He just looks down at you eyes filled with desire ‘You like the sound of that?’ You just nod your head incapable of words right now. ‘Mhm thought so you know love you look so innocent… but I know you are just as filthy as me deep down.’ He whispers the last part in your ear sending a jolt through you.

‘Right love birds hate to break it up but me and Y/N need to go study.’

You look at Pansy opening your mouth to protest and he lets go of you waiting to see what you decide just smirking smugly. You look back at him an internal debate as you would love nothing more then to drag him to your room. ‘You aren’t cancelling on me hun you promised to help with herbology.’ She says as she watches you looking back at him.

‘Yeah yeah no I’m coming now’ you grab your stuff and head to go study as he says in front of the group ‘soon sweetheart’ causing you to blush. As you walk off Pansy asks ‘what is he on about’ and you just shake your head.

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You studied with Pansy for hours for the upcoming test last night a since she was badly failing herbology and you promised to help her. You are glad now since it kept your mind distracted for a few hours. However last night despite being shattered you bordered on a half conscious state, stuck between day dreams and sleep of all the unholy things he could do to you. It’s bizarre, you had never thought of someone in this way, you had no idea were your mind was pulling these scenarios from but they left an imprint to say the least.

Unfortunately for you though you were still tired which was not great for the exam first thing. You didn’t even venture into the great hall for breakfast knowing he would only cloud your mind even more so you studied for a bit and headed straight there. Despite the brain fog you feel you done fairly well and now you can try and relax for the rest of the day.

You make your way to your next class- potions. You sit on a table with Pansy, Theo and Mattheo often alternating partners. You guess Mattheo has decided to work with you today hence the empty chair next to him. You look at him just sitting there like he didn’t keep you up all night. ‘Hey’ he says as you sit down.

‘Hi, we working together today?’

‘Mhm thought you could use the help it’s going to be hard.’ You let out a little chuckle knowing he is right, potions you have never excelled in and he has always had a talent for it.

‘You weren’t at breakfast?’

‘Oh yeah I was just stressed about herbology it was easier to study before.’

He stares at me ‘you need to eat before an exam don’t do that again’ you go to protest about being told what to do but see the care in his eyes and just nod your head.

‘So how did you find it did you study everything that came up.’

‘I didn’t study love as always love, plus my mind was occupied with other things’ he says suggestively and you know he has the same type of night as you.

You try to ignore him and maintain a friendly conversation ‘you did okay then?’

‘Course I did you know how smart I am.’ You roll your eyes but laugh despite yourself and he just smiles back at you eyes lighting up.

Snape walks in and starts the class giving us immediate instructions to get started. For the most part you worked well together and your thoughts didn’t stray to dangerous territory. You were struggling cutting the ingredients up and he watched you trying to explain but it was no use. Suddenly you feel him pressed up against you and two hands covering yours showing you the technique. His large hands engulfed yours and despite him showing you the technique your mind lost all common sense. When he pulled away you tried again with no success and handed him the knife ‘let’s swap you do this instead.’

As he worked you stood mesmerised by his hands, the veins running through them, the thoughts of them inside you…

You notice he caught you staring and smirks over ‘like what you see?’ You just look away focusing on the potion as he chuckles to himself ‘you already know what else I can do with them just say the word.’

As you wait for the potion to brew you sit biting your nails, your leg bouncing unable to fight this feeling anymore. Has someone gave you a fucking lust potion? It doesn’t help you are ovulating which possesses your logical self with this horny side of you.

Class finishes and Mattheo grabs your hand dragging you out the classroom ‘Matt what…’

‘Shush.’ You follow him silently brows furrowed as he pushes you up against the wall in a broom cupboard attacking you in a kiss straight away. You moan into his mouth and the surprise and instantly glue yourself to him. You find yourself in a tangle of limbs, moans, forgetting where you end and he begins. You don’t want to come up for air, drinking in him and the blissful taste of his kisses.

He places sloppy kisses and bites down your neck, finding your sensitive spot pulling a deep moan from your throat. His hands roam down your body, exploring and groping exactly as he said like you are his. They touch the back of your thighs dangerously close to where you want them and you can’t wait a second longer. ‘Matt.’

He doesn’t listen in an attack on your neck ‘Matt’ you moan again pulling his hair lightly. He doesn’t stop but says against you ‘Mhmm, what is it baby?’

‘Please’ you choke out not even sure what you are asking for. He pulls back, eyes heavy and lidded with desire. ‘You want me to touch you?’ You nod your head frantically, eager for him to fill the emptiness you feel in your core.

‘Tell me use your words.’ You feel ashamed at the thought of telling him what to do and your cheeks heat up. ‘Matt please, just touch me.’

‘I am touching you now be more specific.’ You look at him with a pained expression in your face ‘I…’

‘Come on don’t get all shy on me now’ he strokes your face. You grab his hand and direct him to where you want him. But he pulls back causing you to furrow your brows. ‘Ah ah ah, I said use your words.’

He is loving this seeing you all flustered and embarrassed. You suck in a breathe gritting the words out ‘Your… fingers, I want them inside me.’

He raises his eyebrows and you instantly know what he wants ‘please.’ The look in his gaze is predatory ‘good girl, I’ll give you anything you want just use your words.’

He continues biting and sucking your neck as he dips his fingers into your nickers rubbing against your clit. Never has someone touched you there and instantly elicited such a reaction, your eyes close and head falls back against the wall ‘mhmm.’ He rubs it for awhile before venturing lower and dipping into you. He groans ‘Fuckk you are so wet, do I turn you on this much baby?’

You look at him nodding your head biting your lip ‘I have thought about this so much Matt.’

‘I know love so have I’ he pulls back and you go to protest but he just pulls your nickers down as you wriggle out of them. He pulls you back in for a kiss by your neck bringing his fingers back and teasing your entrance. You bite your lip hard in anticipation but he lingers there not moving. You open your eyes giving him that pained expression ‘please’ and he plunges them in instantly. This is nothing like that Ravenclaw boy, absolutely nothing. The ache had built to an unbearable point that your pussy craved something inside you, the second his fingers are there you clench around him moaning out. He hasn’t even started properly and it feels so good, so so good.

One hand is still around your throat the other curling in your insides. You have your head against the wall eyes closed holding onto his arm with both hands for support as he lightly squeezes you.

‘Look at me.’

You drag your gaze up fighting to keep your eyes open. You know you are inexperienced but you didn’t think it would feel this intense. ‘feel good?’

‘So good…’ you choke out. He fingers you, kisses you, your mind is spinning drunk on the reality this is happening. His hand moves from your throat and down to your clit moving small circles whilst the other one works in and out of you curling and hitting exactly the right spot. You feel the pressure building and need more ‘faster…’ you choke out hoping he understands what you mean. He does and instantly increases the pace , slamming his fingers into you.

You let out the biggest moan not able to contain yourself and your head hits the wall again, you sound incoherent words and sounds tumbling out of your mouth. ‘You are going to fucking cum on my fingers okay?’

You nod your head ‘look at me or I will stop.’ You quickly drag your gaze back to his watching as he stares into your eyes. ‘I…I think I am close.’

He keeps going sensing the shifts in your body as your moans become more frantic and your hips rock, core clenching his fingers. ‘Cum for me baby.’ And you do the second he tells you to. You try to keep your eyes open but they roll to the back of your head as you see stars. Your hand grabs his still inside of you, you don’t know what for probably for support. You never want this feeling to end. Unfortunately it does but you are still wrapped in a blanket of bliss breathing heavily. You open your eyes again seeing him watching you ‘that was the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.’ He pulls you in for a kiss and he moans into your mouth.

‘God that felt so good’ you breathe out. You don’t even recognise yourself around him who knew you could be this vocal? ‘Mhm I told you I could make you cum princess, you aren’t going to be able to stay away now.’

The worst part is you know he is right. You finally understand the obsession now, you never knew it was possible to even feel pleasure like that. He pulls his fingers out of you looking at your cum on them. He brings them to his mouth licking it off and your eyes widen and jaw drops. He just chucked at your reaction ‘need to clean up love.’

He reaches down picking your nickers up, you put your hands out but he puts them in his pocket ‘Matt!’ ‘They are mine now.’ You don’t even fight him because you know it would be futile. He pulls you in fixing your uniform to help you look more presentable and you push your hair done. ‘Told you it would be fun.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead ‘That was just the beginning wait until I fuck you.’ You swallow the anticipation eating you alive already. He grabs his stuff and I do the same and walk out the room. He looks up and down at my disheveled and flushed state and laughs. I push his shoulder in annoyance ‘Matt!’

‘Come on let’s go to lunch.’

‘Are you mad I am not going to lunch like this everyone will know and I have no nickers thanks to you.’

‘You skipped breakfast you aren’t missing another meal.’

You cross your arms ‘I am not going.’ He walks forward radiating his dominating energy that he knows makes you fold straight away. ‘Yes. You. Are.’ Ugh why does he have to have such a hold on you.

You huff stubbornly and say ‘fine I need to go the toilet first to clean up I’m not sitting there like this.’

He just holds his hand out ‘lead the way.’

What have you got yourself in for.

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

19. Supernova

Note: they’re making up with…what now?

Masterlist here

Y/n’s absence wasn’t something that could be shrugged off easily. When he walked out, it left a gaping hole in the routine aespa had grown so accustomed to. He’d always been there—whether it was guiding them through their most chaotic days, managing schedules, or simply being a familiar, calming presence. But now, with him gone, they felt the full weight of just how much they relied on him.

It wasn’t that Minji, Jihoon, and Joon weren’t capable. They were more than competent and had helped Y/n on countless occasions in the past. But the dynamic had changed. Y/n understood them in a way that went beyond professionalism. He knew how to read Karina’s quiet moods, Giselle’s tendency to get lost in thought, Winter’s bursts of mischief, and Ningning’s boundless energy. He’d perfected the balance between keeping them on track and giving them the space to breathe.

Without him, cracks began to show.

It didn’t take long for the first problem to arise. The choreography rehearsal for their upcoming comeback, “Supernova,” was scheduled to start, but Karina was still tangled in a back-and-forth with one of the stylists. Normally, Y/n would have stepped in, smoothing out the disagreement with his usual diplomacy, but now the responsibility fell on Karina.

“We can’t wear these for the teaser photos,” Karina muttered, her frustration barely masked as she held up the outfit in question. “This isn’t the vibe we discussed.”

The stylist frowned. “But these were approved by the team. I can’t change them now.”

Karina sighed, glancing around the room. No Y/n to mediate. She felt the pressure of having to juggle leadership roles she wasn’t used to.

Meanwhile, Giselle was struggling with the rehearsal schedule. Y/n had always kept them on track, gently pushing them when they needed it and easing off when they were exhausted. Now, the balance was off. They were either running over time or ending practice too early, with no real direction in between.

“I don’t even know when we’re supposed to finish today,” Giselle muttered, flipping through the calendar on her phone. “Y/n would’ve had this sorted by now.”

“Can we text him?” Ningning suggested, only half-joking. “Just ask him to come back?”

“Not yet,” Karina said quickly, shaking her head. “He needs space. We can handle this.”

But even as she said the words, Karina didn’t feel confident. Every time something went wrong, she felt the absence of Y/n’s quiet guidance more and more.

-

As days passed, the struggles only deepened. They were scheduled for a variety show taping, something Y/n usually prepped them for with background information, ice-breakers, and pointers on how to engage with the hosts. Without him, their nerves were high.

He might be an idiot, but Y/n did juggled with plenty of odd jobs.

“What if I say something dumb?” Winter asked, glancing nervously at the rest of the group as they waited in the green room.

“You won’t,” Giselle assured her, though she didn’t sound too sure herself. “Just stick to the script, and we’ll be fine.”

Ningning sighed. “Y/n usually helps us come up with witty stuff. I’m not good at winging it.”

The show went fine, but not great. They missed a few cues, didn’t hit the flow of banter like they normally would, and the energy wasn’t the same. It wasn’t a disaster by any means, but they knew something was missing—their manager, their anchor.

The strain of trying to hold everything together was beginning to show, particularly in Karina. Her responsibilities as leader had doubled without Y/n’s presence. She was trying to handle the logistics, manage the group’s morale, and still give her best performance in rehearsals. It was too much.

“Unnie, you’re going to burn out,” Giselle said one afternoon after practice. “You don’t have to take on everything. We can help.”

Karina ran a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly. “I just don’t want us to fall apart without him. I feel like I’m the only thing keeping us from...”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone knew what she meant. They were teetering on the edge of chaos. Despite their efforts, things were starting to slip through the cracks. Deadlines were missed, rehearsals felt scattered, and worst of all, their performances were beginning to suffer.

-

Late one evening, after a particularly frustrating rehearsal, the group gathered in the dorm, slumped on the couch, feeling the weight of Y/n’s absence. Karina was more distant than usual, lost in her thoughts. Winter, sensing the tension, finally broke the silence.

“Unnie, you’ve been pretty quiet,” she said, nudging her.

Karina sighed, staring at the floor. “I don’t know, I just… I keep thinking about what happened.”

Giselle glanced over from the other side of the couch. “About Y/n?”

Karina nodded, her voice soft. “I feel like it’s my fault. If I hadn’t pushed him so hard, maybe he wouldn’t have needed to leave.”

Winter sat up, her expression turning serious. “It wasn’t just you. We all contributed to it. He was under a lot of stress.”

“But I was the one who argued with him,” Karina replied, her guilt surfacing. “I should’ve known better. He’s always been there for us, even when we were struggling, and I didn’t appreciate that. Instead, I snapped at him.”

Ningning, always the voice of optimism, scooted closer. “Unnie, it’s not too late to fix this. Y/n’s still around. Maybe he just needs to hear that we miss him.”

Giselle smirked. “And what better way to reach him than a challenge?”

Karina frowned, confused. “A challenge?”

“League of Legends,” Giselle grinned, clearly amused by the idea. “He’s probably drowning in games right now to avoid thinking about all this. What if we challenge him to a match? Karina versus Y/n. If you win, he comes back.”

Winter burst out laughing. “And if he wins, we’ll leave him alone and never mention it again?”

Karina chuckled despite herself. "I'll think about it. Does sound unique, though."

-

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Karina lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the events in her mind—the argument, Y/n’s frustration, and the way he had walked out. She wanted to fix things, but how could she?

Giselle’s earlier suggestion kept coming back to her: a game of League of Legends. It was silly, but Y/n always found comfort in games, and it might be the easiest way to break the ice. But more than that, she wanted a real conversation with him, one where they could both lay everything out on the table.

The next morning, Karina gathered the girls in the practice room before the day’s rehearsals began.

“I’ve been thinking,” she started, pacing slightly. “I want to talk to Y/n. I think it’s time I apologize properly. I was too hard on him, and I didn’t realize how much pressure he was under.”

Giselle nodded, leaning forward. “Do you want us to be there?”

Karina shook her head. “I think it’s something I need to do on my own first. But once I talk to him, I’ll let you guys know.”

Winter smiled softly. “Good luck. And if it doesn’t go well, we’ll challenge him to that game. It’s impossible to stay mad while playing.”

Karina smiled “How did you know my plan?”

-

While the group was struggling to manage without him, Y/n was spending his days in solitude, reflecting on everything that had led him to this point. He replayed the fallout in his mind, regretting how he had let his frustration build up to the breaking point.

It wasn’t just the pressure of managing a comeback that had weighed on him. Over time, he had started to feel the invisible line between being their manager and their friend blur. He wanted to be there for them as a professional, but he also cared deeply about each of them, and that emotional investment had begun to cloud his judgment.

So where was he currently if he moved to live with Aespa?

Well, right after the fall out, he managed to crash at his friend's place for a few days. She didn't ask why but Y/n was glad he didn't. Otherwise, she would kick him out to apologies to them.

But he wasn't ready just yet.

He hadn’t opened their messages, still unsure of how to face them after everything that had happened. But as he sat in the quiet of his apartment, the phone buzzed again, drawing his attention.

Karina:

Hey. Can we talk?

Y/n blinked, surprised by the straightforwardness, followed by a chuckle. "Damn, I'm such a pathetic ass". After a few moments of hesitation, he typed back.

Y/n:

Sure. What’s on your mind?

It wasn’t long before a reply came through.

Karina:

It’s about everything that happened. I want to apologize properly.

Y/n sighed, already sensing where this was going, but he typed back:

Y/n:

Alright. When and where?

-

Later that evening, Y/n found himself back in familiar territory—sitting in front of his computer, loading into a League of Legends 1v1 match. He couldn’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation. Karina had suggested playing a match while they talked—it was, after all, how they used to blow off steam together.

“What the heck, Rina…” was the only sentence he could say at this rather unique meeting. “Oh, and she plays Seraphine, great…”

Once they both entered the lobby, Y/n started off casually. “You sure about this? I don’t go easy even when I’m playing Blitzcrank.”

Karina chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I can handle it. You’re already using handicaps.”

“Well, otherwise you will destroy your laptop after getting killed so many times.” Y/n chuckled.

As the game began, the usual back-and-forth banter started up, easing some of the tension between them. But soon, Karina broke the silence with a more serious tone.

“Y/n… about everything. I’m really sorry.”

Y/n’s fingers stopped as he thought about how to respond.

He sighed. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let things build up like that. I didn’t mean to walk out on you guys."

“You didn’t walk out on us.” Karina shook her head “We pushed you away. I pushed you away. I should’ve listened when you were feeling overwhelmed.”

For a few moments, the game was forgotten as they both took the opportunity to finally clear the air. Y/n leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath.

“You were under a lot of pressure too. I just… I didn’t want to let anyone down, and then I ended up letting everyone down.”

Karina hesitated.

“You didn’t let us down. We miss you. I miss you. And I don’t just mean as a manager. We miss you—your sarcasm, your advice, the way you always make sure we’re okay.”

Y/n stared at the screen, feeling a lump form in his throat. He hadn’t realized just how much his presence had meant to them. It wasn’t just about the work; it was about the bond they had built despite the months being short.

“I miss you guys too. It’s weird not being around a bunch of goofers like you 4”

“Hey, we’re not goofers!” Karina complained. “We’re just eccentric lads.”

The game continued, but the tension between them was slowly unraveling. Y/n could feel the weight of the past few weeks lifting, replaced by a sense of relief.

As the match neared its end, with Y/n inevitably winning, Karina asked the most important question she wanted to ask before the final push.

“So… you coming back?”

Y/n smiled, his fingers moved with certainty.

“Yeah. I’m coming back…after one more game with you.” He replied as the victory screen displayed.

-

A few days later, Y/n walked back into the practice room. The familiar scent of the dance studio, the sound of music echoing off the walls—it felt like he hadn’t been gone at all. Yet everything felt different.

The moment the girls saw him, they rushed over, surrounding him with hugs and excited chatter. Winter was the first to tackle him, practically jumping into his arms.

“You’re back!” she cheered.

Y/n laughed, ruffling her hair. “Yeah, I’m back.”

Giselle grinned from the side. “And you didn’t even give Jimin-unnie a chance in that game, huh?”

Karina crossed her arms, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless. “I knew he’d win.”

Y/n smirked. “Of course I did. Didn’t even try with her even with handicap”

But the teasing quickly faded into something more serious. Karina stepped forward, her expression soft but sincere. “Y/n, I just… I really am sorry. For everything. I didn’t realize how much pressure you were under. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

Y/n shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve spoken up sooner. I was trying so hard to handle everything on my own that I forgot I wasn’t in this alone.”

Karina nodded, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Can we start over? As a team and as good friends?”

Y/n pulled her into a hug. “Yeah. Let’s start over.”

As the rest of the group joined in, wrapping their arms around both of them, Y/n felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in weeks. He was back, not just as their manager, but as a part of their family. And this time, they were ready to face anything—together.

“…guys, guys, tap out.” Y/n slapped their backs. “You’re squeezing me too much.”

“You’re not going anywhere this time!” Giselle declared. “We ain’t going through that again without you!”

“Yea! What she saids!” The other three followed suit, which could only bring a big smile on Y/n’s face.

[maybege]

Big Dick Energy: The Sequel

Summary: An investigation takes you to a mall but it is Aaron Hotchner who takes you to a lingerie boutique.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!Hotch, sub!Reader, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, verbal degradation, (semi)public sex, cream pie, then some unexpected fluff

Rewatching Criminal Minds has reminded me of how much I actually thirst for Aaron Hotchner. Other than that, I have absolutely no excuse for this. Read, enjoy, and pretty please leave a comment and tell me what you thought because the possibilities with this dynamic are endless and I am very excited to share it with you! (Though I will need to think of a better title.)

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Looking for unsubs truly was a task that looked different every single time. Sometimes you had Penelope work her magic until you could pinpoint them, sometimes you were in direct contact due to a kidnapping situation. Other times you felt like you were playing spies on a big playground. Like right now.

The team had determined that the most likely spot for him to strike next was at a mall and with the entire sheriff’s office playing dress up, you were posing as unsuspecting shoppers on a calm Tuesday morning.

Hotch had decided you were all to split up into little groups. Reid and Prentiss had grabbed the bookshop as their assigned spot and you were sure Derek was somewhere. But before you could choose which area of the mall you wanted to call your domain, Hotch had instructed that you join him. Pretending to be a married couple. In a lingerie boutique.

For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating.

But sure enough, a few hours later, you and Hotch were browsing through the aisles of lace and tulle and mesh and the most delicate of undergarments you had ever looked at. And his presence did not make it any easier not to drift off into any daydreams.

You hadn’t really spoken after what happened on the plan and you weren’t sure if you were glad about it or not. It is like it had never happened. But it had happened. Because your jaw was still sore and you could still hear the way his voice dropped when he had hit the back of your throat. Or how gentle his fingers had been when it was all over. How he had taken care of you.

But by the time the plane had landed, he was back to his cool professional self and you were back to your pining, needy pile of infatuation you became when he was around you.

“I don’t think he is going to show up,” Emily’s voice sounded in your earpiece, “He would’ve hit by now. Maybe we should look at other possible targets before we waste too much time here?”

“I am sure pretty boy is holding his tongue about how time in a bookshop can never be wasted time,” Derek teased and you grinned. He was not wrong.

There was a hint of a smile on Hotch’s face and when his eyes met yours he looked much lighter than before. You watched him, waiting for his decision on the matter and he looked so damn calm, returning your gaze with so much ease. As if you did not affect him at all.

Which in turn made it all the more frustrating to feel your body react to him at the slightest stare. Your heartbeat started going faster, your breath heavier and everything felt so much more heightened when he was around.

How hopelessly did you want to crush on your boss? Your body’s answer, apparently, was a resounding: Yes.

But after the airplane incident, you had no more courage left. You had (kind of, if accidentally) initiated the first time with him. Now, you had to calm yourself with the thought that it was up to him to show you if he was interested.

A ringtone brought you out of your thoughts and you flinched. The young woman at the register picked up her cell phone, not even sparing another glance at you before she started off on what sounded like a very detailed retelling of her last weekend.

Hotch cleared his throat and your eyes fell on him, still waiting for his response to Prentiss’s suggestion.

“I agree,” he finally said, standing so close to you that it looked as if he was talking to you and you only, “We should regroup in a bit. I will see everyone at the office in two hours.”

“Sir, are you giving us a break?” not even the subpar sound quality of your earpiece could hide Garcia’s excitement.

“Yes,” he grinned at you, his hand reaching out and hovering over yours. Your breath caught in your heart because how could one man be so handsome? “I am giving you a break.”

The clicks of everyone disconnecting their microphone were only overshadowed by the sound of your heartbeat in your own ears. Hotch’s intense gaze was still on you and you could not shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.

“What’s your size?”

“What?”

“You have been staring at this piece for the better part of an hour,” he stated, “So I think you should try it on. And I think I should see you in it.”

Your mouth gaped open, not expecting such a blatant statement from your boss. Especially not one who was usually so tight-lipped on all things personal. You swallowed harshly, trying to find the right words that did not betray your eagerness but only ended up nodding at him.

You threw a look at the tags of the set he was holding, making an effort not to also stare at how big his hands were and subsequently wonder what his fingers would feel like inside of you.

Hoping he did not notice, you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to take care of the pulsing that was stronger than you would have liked it to be. But the way his gaze dropped let you know he certainly did notice. You swallowed again, “This, uh, this one should fit.”

Hotch nodded once, turning around while holding up the hanger.

“Excuse me, my wife would like to try –“

Before he had finished his sentence (you tried to ignore the strange skip your heart made when he had called you his wife), the cashier motioned somewhere to the back of the shop without even looking at you. Her phone was still pressed to her ear and her face was turned toward the glass front, probably observing the people milling about instead of the (in her mind) boring, business casual-wearing couple that tried to spice up their equally boring sex life.

If only she knew …

You followed the tall man to the little back room where a row of changing rooms was decorated with lush carpet and velvet drapery. If it did not look so plasticky cheap, you might’ve found it luxurious. Much like the showroom of the boutique, the rooms were completely abandoned and so quiet, the blaring mall music seemed even louder here.

Your eyes drifted to the corner of the curtained entrance.

“There are cameras here.”

“It’s not like we are going to do something inappropriate,” Hotch quipped as he strode to the end of the aisle, hanging the piece of lace into the last cubicle.

For some reason that disappointed you.

By the way he knowingly smirked at you, you knew that was exactly the kind of reaction he had wanted from you. And that gave you a little bit of hope.

You were still questioning what you were doing by the time you had reached him. Was this really happening? And what was this anyway? What was he planning?

Aaron tilted his head, his eyes mustering you up and down and just before you stepped inside, his hand landed on your shoulder. It was warm and heavy and you cursed yourself for how aware you were of him. How everything he did seemed to register in your brain as something of the utmost importance. Especially when he was touching you like it came naturally to him.

“You do not have to do this if you do not want to,” he said firmly, his eyes as serious as ever, “And if you ever want to stop, say Iceberg, understood? None of this will ever affect the way I see you at work.”

You nodded briefly, taking a moment to find your voice. “Understood … sir.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up and his hand smoothed from your shoulder to the very low of your back as you stepped into the small space. “Good girl, let me know when you are ready.”

Your pussy practically throbbed at his words but before you could do anything to embarrass you, he had left you alone, the curtain pulled between you.

When you were alone, you were highly aware that he could still hear you. Still, it afforded you a few precious moments to look at yourself in the mirror and realize that holy shit Aaron Hotchner wanted … something with you. And even if you were not sure what that specific something was, yet, you knew it would be more than worth it.

You rushed to get out of your silk dress and shoes, even going so far as to slip out of your underwear. If there was any time to be brazen it was now.

The piece Hotch had so rightly picked out was a mint green lacey two-piece with a kind of corset bra and high-waisted panties. It looked like the kind of thing one might see on a giant billboard or on a suggested Instagram post. It made you feel like you could have the kind of life where you surprised your (non-existent) boyfriend with some new lingerie or where said boyfriend would take you on a weekend trip to luxurious hotels with good food and even better sex.

Putting on the bra was easy enough but looking at that plastic sticker inside the bottoms made you hesitant. You really did not want to put them on without them having had at least one laundry cycle.

“You decent?”

Granted, he had given you enough time to get out of your clothes. But in your half-dressed predicament, you panicked and threw the panties back onto the hanger. There was no way you were going to try them on like this.

“Kinda,” you replied, feeling a little insecure but also figuring that whatever he wanted to do with you, you would not need panties for that anyway.

In the mirror, you could see the curtain moving and you turned around, facing him.

Aaron Hotchner was way too big in that little entrance of the small space. The dark colour of his suit bled into the dark velvet curtain and his hand looked way too big, the way he gripped that little piece of curtain. He was so close, you felt crowded but also like he was not close enough. Like you needed him closer still.

He did not say anything but just looked at you. His silence made you nervous and you shifted on your feet, crossing your arms in front of your chest and the apex of your thighs.

“Don’t.”

You let your arms fall again.

He remained silent but you watched as his dark eyes took you in. His mouth was in a straight line and you could spot the five-o’clock shadow setting in on his cheeks and jaw. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him like this. His brows were furrowed like he was displeased and for a moment you were afraid he was displeased by you. By your appearance.

Then he met your eyes.

“Do you have any idea how much self-control I invest every fucking day not to bend you over my desk and make you come seven ways till Sunday?”

Hearing him curse (You had made Aaron Hotchner curse, nobody was ever going to believe you.) was such a surprise, it took you a moment to register everything else he said.

“I – I am sorry?” you offered.

“Don’t be,” he murmured, taking a step towards you. The curtain fell closed behind him, leaving you two completely cut off from the world. “When I see you like this, it is more than worth it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “What happened on the plane …”

“… is definitely something I would like to repeat,” he finished your thought, “If that wasn’t clear before.”

“I – I didn’t think you noticed me like this,” you confessed.

“You’re a good profiler,” his finger brushed over your cheek and he tilted his head, “You really did not notice?”

With wide eyes, you shook your head.

He smirked, “Maybe because you were too busy hiding how needy you were.”

He leant forward, then, his breath ghosting over your face and you were sure you had never been more nervous. The scent of his cologne was in your nose, his neck was so close, all you wanted to do was to reach out and loosen his tie.

And so you did.

“I don’t think I was that needy,” you tried to protest before pressing a kiss to his jaw. The stubble scratched your lips but that only added to the excitement in you. A low rumbling sound came from his chest and you gasped in surprise when he pulled you back, keeping his hand on the back of your neck so you had to look up at him.

His mouth brushed yours in a half-kiss and you could see a twinkle in his eyes. “Well, I’d like to think there were some obvious signs.”

He let his fingers wander down your cheek to your neck before they ghosted over the lace of the bra. Your nipples pebbled at his attention, the lace just adding to the pleasant sensation, and his mouth quirked up in that half-smile again. “Like when I could see your nipples get hard when I was with you in that elevator.”

“That – that was one time,” you protested weakly, arching your back so he could touch you more.

He hummed, “Maybe. But all I wanted to do was this.” His thumb brushed over your nipple again and again until all you could do was squirm against him, trying not to beg him to finally fuck you.

But even in your precarious situation, Aaron Hotchner did not make the impression of a hurried man. His eyes flicked from your chest to your face, completely mesmerized by the reaction he got out of you. And you could tell he liked it when he rolled your nipples between his fingers and your knees buckled when he pulled on them.

“Not to mention that time you sucked my cock on a plane,” he reminded you in a low voice and you could feel the heat rise into your cheeks, both from arousal and embarrassment, “I have dreamed of all the things I could do to you. Have you warm my cock in the office, suck my cock under the desk, hell, maybe keep you in bed all weekend long and make you come until you can only say my name …”

There was a very prominent bulge pressed against your hips, confirming these fantasies turned him on just as much as you and that only fuelled your fire. You let your head fall back, your eyes closed as you tried to imagine yourself just as he had described. Sitting in his lap in his office, feeling him inside you while he worked? That sounded like a dream.

Using the exposure of your skin, Hotch dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking and sucking and just making you feel oh so good. It was so easy to just wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to him.

When he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, you gasped out a moan, immediately trying to cut the sound off for fear of the chatty cashier hearing you.

His hands continued their exploration of your body and landed on your ass, effectively grinding you against his cock. Your core pulsed, everything in your body thrumming with desire. You knew how big he was, you knew what he looked like and how heavy he was. The sheer idea of feeling him inside you made you feel absolutely shameless.

Which meant there was still one thing you needed to address before there was no going back.

“There are still cameras here,” you whispered against him, panting when he rolled his hips against yours again. Gosh, he was big.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, just as quietly, and without hesitation, you nodded.

“Then I will take care of it.”

And that was all he needed to say.

Feeling encouraged, you let your hands wander and cupped him through the front of his pants. You could feel the weight and the size of him and a new wave of wetness rushed down your thighs.

Hotch groaned low in your ear, a sound that was even better when he made it just for you. His hand landed on yours, making you massage him through his clothes.

“You were so good for me on the plane,” he murmured in your ear, his other hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass, “Felt like a dream come true having you on your knees for me.”

You did not say anything. Both because you could not say anything and because you wanted to hear what he had to say. Hotch was always such a closed-off person, to hear him speak to you so tenderly and so openly … It made you feel like you needed to keep it close to your chest and cherish it.

“Always had the suspicion there was something bubbling under the surface of the good girl you were pretending to be,” he continued kissing his way down your neck until you could feel his teeth tugging on the bra strap. “But there is nothing quite like finding out you were a good girl all along … but only for me.”

He straightened up to his full height. You had always been impressed by how big of a man he really was (and how good he looked in a suit) but now it seemed even more intense.

Because Aaron Hotchner’s dark eyes were staring right into your soul when he asked, “And you are a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

And then he kissed you.

It was passionate and hard and he dominated the kiss so easily, it just made you melt into him even more. His lips were soft and a contrast to the stubble you could feel on his chin. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip, then, and you gasped, following him until he let it fall away.

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your neck, “Now put your hands against the wall so I can inspect that little pussy. I bet you’re already wet for me, hm?”

Never in your life had you moved so fast.

And he was right, f course. When his fingers rubbed over your cunt, you were embarrassingly wet already. But you could not care less. Not when you were about to be fucked by the one man you had been pining after for months.

You squeaked when a spank landed on your ass, “I’m gonna buy this and so much more just to see you wear it,” he growled, his fingers rubbing over your folds, seeking out your clit, “Just to fuck you in it.”

“Will you fuck me now?”

“That depends,” he murmured, pushing a single finger inside you, “Can you be quiet for me?”

You bit your lip so hard, you were half-expecting to have drops of blood running down your chin. The truth was you did not know but you knew you could try for him. You would try everything for him.

Your eager nod was rewarded with a kiss to your shoulder blade and his fingers went back to circling your clit before dipping inside you again. He hummed, clearly pleased at that and you arched into him, wanting to feel more of him.

The man behind your continued playing with you for what felt like an eternity. Your inner thighs were smeared with your slick, you were sure, and when he pressed his crotch against your ass, you could feel his hard-on distinctly.

“Fuck,” he hissed, adding a second finger as he thrust inside you, “Can you feel how your little pussy is gripping me? It is so so empty without someone filling it, isn’t it?”

“Feels so good, sir,” you whimpered, “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, stopping is the last thing I am going to do,” he chuckled, his lips brushing over your lobe, “Don’t worry, I am going to take care of you. After all, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t take care of my little whore?”

His words echoed in your mind and settled in your core. He did not say it like an insult, he said it like an endearment. Like he was praising you. And you craved it. You wanted him to call you his, you wanted him to call you anything he wanted to as long as you would be his good girl. Because you know, you just knew, he would reward you for it.

“You really just need an older man to make you come on his cock, huh?” he asked you, his cold belt buckle digging into your ass. His fingers pulled out of you and you pushed your hips back, trying to keep him inside you for as long as you could, the loss of his touch making you whimper.

But then you could feel him undoing his zipper and the anticipation built in your core.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, pushing out your ass, “’m your whore, sir.”

Your walls squeezed around nothing and, then, finally, you could feel his hand on your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart.

“Deep breath, it’s gonna be a big stretch,” he warned you, rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds. The tingling sensation spread from your core all throughout your body until you could feel it in the tips of your fingers.

Said deep breath get caught in your throat when he pushed inside you.

Hotch was big. You had known that already. But there was a difference between feeling him make your jaw go sore and feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him. He went with slow, small thrusts at first. The kind that allowed you to get used to his size and the kind that made you want him to go deeper and faster and just –

“More,” you did not recognize your own voice, “Please, sir, more.”

“You’re greedy,” he replied smoothly, his hands gripping your hips, “Begging for more as if it isn’t enough having your boss fuck you in public.”

You tried to hold back the whimper but did not quite succeed. But it was sheer impossible to remain quiet when he thrust inside you with control and such precision it made your toes curl. He was large and hit a spot you had not even known existed.

It was even better than you imagined. And you had imagined it a lot …

“C’mon smile into the camera for me,” he angled your head up, face to face with the lens of the camera in the corner. Your adrenaline spiked and despite wanting to pretend like it did not turn you on that someone could just see you absolutely getting wrecked, you could not control the way your walls clenched around him.

“Thought as much,” Hotch rumbled behind you, one hand coming around to your front and finding your clit again, “Got myself the perfect little cock slut.”

“’m gonna come,” you gasped when he tapped your clit, “Sir, please, I –“

“Please what?” he mocked you, his hips snapping against yours, “Don’t forget your manners or I’ll have to punish you.”

The thought of him punishing you almost pushed you over the edge but Aaron Hotchner was right. You were a good girl …

“Please, sir,” you gasped, “Please let me come. PleasepleasepleaseIwannacome –”

He quickened his pace, his cock driving into you again and again while his fingers circled your clit. His lips pressed against the spot under your ear and you pushed back against him, trying to meet his thrusts, trying to get closer to him.

“You can come,” he whispered, his big hand coming up to cup your jaw, “You can come on my cock, right now.”

“You too,” you gasped, trying everything to hold on to that feeling that was just out of reach, just beyond that cliff that you were hurling towards, “You come, too, sir, please, in-inside me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed behind you, his hips stuttering, “You really want that? Want me to fill you up with my come? Think that would tide you over for a while until I can have you sitting on my cock again?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded eagerly, your fingertips flexing against the wall, barely listening to a word he was saying because it only took a couple more thrusts until you came around him.

Hotch swallowed your moan with a kiss and you gripped onto his forearms, anything to keep you standing and somewhat lucid. Everything was a blur and your body felt like it was convulsing and relaxing at the same time. You had never come so hard in your life, you hardly even noticed when he groaned into your ear, his hips stilling against yours as he filled you up. Just like he had promised.

Your heart beat so fast in your chest, you could hear it in your ears and you were pretty sure Hotch could hear it too. But he did not comment on it. Instead, his hand went from your jaw to your chest, softly grazing over the green lace.

“Good fucking girl,” he rumbled, “Knew you would be such a good girl for me and only me.”

Hotch kissed you again, softer this time, and you allowed yourself to properly breathe. “You okay?” he asked you quietly, his hands smoothing over your hips, “Was I too rough?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s just … it’s a lot,” you whispered, closing your eyes to try and slow your breathing, “And – and we need to be back at the station soon.”

“That we do,” he agreed and carefully pulled out of you. You winced at the sensation, feeling his come dripping down your thighs almost immediately. Before you could even worry about leaving any evidence on the carpet, you heard some rustling and then a soft handkerchief was at the mess between your legs, cleaning you up.

You turned your head, finding Hotch kneeling behind you with that furrow between his brows again.

“You look angry a lot.”

You did not know where your words had come from but hell, you might as well run with it now.

The dark-haired man looked up at you, looking unusually amused. “I suppose it might look like that to some.”

When he pulled away and you felt somewhat taken care of, you turned around and grabbed your clothes. Hotch remained standing there with you, his

“Then what is it, really?” you asked him as you slipped your dress over your head. The fabric covered your vision and when you could see again, Aaron was standing again, looking at you with a genuine smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

Damn him for being so handsome.

“I am focused,” he replied, his hand landing on your hip to support you as you slipped back into your shoes. Your hand landed on his forearm, his hand gripping your elbow, keeping you steady.

“Focused on what?”

“On you.”

Your hand froze on his arm. “Oh.”

Suddenly, he was closer again. Standing chest to chest, you could not help but look at his mouth because it was right there and his lips looked so soft and what if this was the moment? What if you could kiss him again and –

“Yeah,” he echoed, his nose brushing against yours, “Oh.”

His mouth ghosted over yours and you closed the distance, kissing him just as softly as he had done before. He did not wait to reciprocate and with his hand still under your elbow, he pulled you flush against him.

He opened his mouth but in a cruel twist of fate, his phone rang and he pulled away. An annoyed exhale left him and you could feel the disappointment when he picked it up. “What’s up Morgan?” he asked, his eyes still on you. his thumb brushed back and forth on your hip and you smiled, feeling elated and excited and so … so …

“Yeah, we’re on our way,” he said sharply, “I thought of getting us some lunch. Have the others text me their order and I will pick it up.”

And with that, he ended the call.

“Picking up lunch, huh?” you teased him, “How very generous of you, Agent Hotchner.”

“What can I say,” he smiled, opening the curtain for you, “I am in an exceptionally good mood today.”

*

When you returned to the main room of the boutique, the woman was still talking on the phone, not paying any mind to you. Relief filled you at the realization that she really had not noticed. Thank goodness because while it was the experience of a lifetime, you would have surely died of embarrassment.

Hotch’s hand burned at the low of your back but this time it did not cause any anxiety. This time it felt like both of you knew it belonged there.

He led you to the register, the woman only interrupting her conversation long enough to glance at both of you, looking very unimpressed.

“My name is Agent Hotchner, FBI,” he said, showing his badge, “We are on an active investigation. I am afraid I need to confiscate your security footage from the last 12 hours.”

“Also,” he added, putting the two-piece on the counter, “We would like to purchase this.”

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Look, this is going to be sorta a personal post, not exactly coherent but hey, why not.

A big thing holding back the film is the jarring comedy. Like I really can't overstate how utterly annoying Bumblebee is. And it even ruins Shockwave be deciding that he's also just another part of the comedy troupe. The comedy will just randomly decide to ruin moments in ways I really can't stress hard enough.

Like imagine, if, just for a moment that when Shockwave threatens Orion over him wanting the High Guard's help, instead of having the whole thing be settled by Elita's comedy, have be settled in a way that has more tension? Like I know most will tell me "how would you have done it hmm😏" but while I can't exactly solve that, it's doesn't detract from the fact that the comedy robs scenes that could've had moments with more energy to them.

There's just stuff like Bee's lines in the cave after the reveal, honestly most of Bee's scenes feel like genuine filler for the runtime (did we fucking need him to say Badassatron 3 times to Elita?). The cutoff at the moment they escape the cave is also another example. It really does feel like the film is bizarrely insecure to the point of wanting to have laughs for every few moments. It's even worse when the story really does just brush aside how Bumblebee was not only clearly not mentally well from being isolated for so long, but what could've been a subplot about his mental decay is just a punchline. The few times he's an actual character are so little and they happen externally with no real character work other than "thunder hit the writers as to not fuck this scene up".

A less annoying one is Elita-1, who's just … there. While Bumblebee is worse for having most of his scenes be just comedy, Elita is someone I genuinely struggle to understand why she was there in the first place.

Her dynamic with Orion really should've been an opposite to D-16, an easier way to infer how D is clearly not as friendly as he seemed. But instead Elita's just kind of a dick? Like that's really the problem, she's antagonistic to them, but it's not really meaningful? Like her being an asshole is never really forming into a dynamic with the rest. Like you could've had D or Orion at least mention "hey we saved Jazz" either angrily or sarcastically or anything. But instead her presence in the story feels like it's there for obligational reasons than anything really meaningful. Even her speech with Orion is filled with jokes for some reason, like how hard is it to just have her say:

"Orion, despite my misgiving, you're the guy that wants to see the bright future that everyone else doesn't, you're willing to do more in this shithole than I'll ever be. So c'mon! Let's do this." And hell, more mentions to Jazz that isn't just another trophy for Orion? Like that is what kinda ticked me off. Jazz is just this point in a basket for Orion, that never comes up again until Elita mentions him. Imagine this kind of scene:

D-16: Angry tone Ruin your life? Sorry you're too obsessed over promotions over Jazz's life, but you don't get to boss us around!

Orion: Hey! If she didn't toss us the thingy-

Elita-1: Thingy?

Orion: Quickly turns to Elita-1 Please. Quickly snaps back to D-16 All three of us would've died. Heavy sigh Calm down, let's try to settle this peacefully.

That would actually allow a bit more of a connection within the group.

Also Elita's bond with Orion feels underbaked? Like that's the closest word I got. It's just that for all intents and purposes they don't feel like they ever connected and Elita feels almost non-existent. Like I don't think her tossing that pillar ever means much within the story's beats. Like you can do things, factually relevant things, but the execution can make it feel like you have no presence within the story. Elita's speech acts like she had more interactions with Orion offscreen even though the timeline and presentation makes it look like that wouldn't even be possible.

The one person that does is D-16. And while I can see some of the ideas people have explained, here's the real problem with why people have said "his turn was (etc, etc)" is that the story...

...Well look this is going to be a bit of a recap now but first a little thing about pacing, narrative inflection and connective tissue. Pacing is pretty important not out of realism, but verisimilitudinous, meaning "the appearance of being true or real". Reality is reality, and in stories, pacing is there not to make things feel like you're either bloating the film with comedy scenes that exists for the sake of it, or squeezing the film into an anorexic mess.

Now the connective tissue is pretty simple. It's how moments hold weight when they happen, how they reflect the later moments and how the thematic viewpoint of the story or scene. You can't just have a character go through an arc, then vanish into irrelevancy for a long time even by the runtime before having a grand climatic moment. Reinforcement is key because it can add weight. The story-point can't just be a technical straight line.

Inflection is just this: a guy makes a racist/sexist, generally unpleasant remark and when confronted they go "just a joke!" even though it was obvious that it wasn't.

And the first thing that comes to mind is that D-16 is just weirdly incoherent.

People have pointed out his eagerness to make threats on Orion, but the narrative never presents his "threats" to Orion in the beginning as anything more than barbs. Simple jokes to be spoken in conversations. Now you could say that it's meant to be foreshadowing, that we're supposed to connect them to him post-T-Cog, and even in the cave beforehand, being a bit too on-the-nose violent. But it doesn't really work.

The message from how I see people say "He was always secretly bad!" Isn't really there. Orion's lack of a separate connection means that we only see him as the focal narrative lens to see D-16 become Megatron, and it is seen as a "falling" rather than a revealing of his character. The narrative never paints him being revealed.

And then there's the fact that the story really likes having D constantly face-off against shitty people.

This really goes hand-in-hand with how D is given the most focus when it came to wanting Sentinel torn down. When it came to the High-Guard the one given most focus is D, both in wanting Sentinel destroyed, and actively pointing out how blatantly cowardly Starscream is, after the latter established himself as a dick.

Optimus is only spurned into proactivity by D being captured. Like he does get to have his speech to the miners, but the story mainly focused on D when it came to taking down Sentinel.

Like you argue that after finding out his whole world was fake, that everything he worked for was a lie he'd crash out like a meteor. Except this circles back to how underdeveloped Elita-1 and B-127. They're significantly less affected by the revelation that their lives as this whole fucking mess. You could say that Elita has a character-driven reasoning compared to B since he really isn't good, but it still pretty much disconnects any real genuine weight there could've been.

Again, the story pulls so much on Optimus and D contrasting, that the jarring shift in how D begins his dark path is just going 180 without any real fluidity. People posit his earlier behavior, but the narrative portrayed that as him being the responsible one to Orion's recklessness. It becomes jarring because up until the reveal, D is the one to keep his head low, but it's never narratively presented as anything but a guy being responsible while his friend, while good is also clearly in over his head.

D's whole turn is just that jarring, and the narrative also really makes it so that he also takes a significant part of the screentime fighting Starscream, being tortured by Sentinel who also stole his idol's T-Cog. Like you can still argue that his whole scene about mercy is showing his dark turn, but it's the same thing, the story makes jarring shifts over D turning into the bad-guy.

Like let's kid ourselves, the story makes pre-emptive elements to justify it, but it still engages with the idea that the overwhelming uprising is bad. You could say that Optimus also took part in violence, but he's only spurned, reactive whereas D is the only one that acknowledges strength is needed.

The political foundations of the film are weird to me, because it's what Dan Olson said on his video Minecraft, Sandboxes, and Colonialism | Folding Ideas about how certain stories create a "clean" version of history to engage with. And in Transformers One, the story engages with the rage against the oppressor and says:

"Don't try to be violent because it shows that you're inevitably going down the route of becoming a monster."

The Matrix, to me, is the symbol of the divine right over Cybertron. But it's also basically making the idea that radicalism is bad, because the idea that the radical is actually evil/"too far" as per the Matrix's authority.

Some might say "B did it in self-defense! Sentinel didn't have that!" Yeah, let's disregard that those characters are faceless hordes who exist to die to our enemies, and B as a character is so thin on characterization that it's baffling they ever remembered him in the story. The three guards running from B's cutting threat are meant to comedic.

D is outright even more disconnected from the world at times since characters like Jazz are just not meaningful enough to connect us to the idea that he was always bad. Instead the story swerves right into D's thirst for vengeance as this moment of malevolence. When he kills the foot-soldiers with no purpose than to be beaten, the story acts like it's this moment that he might not be all there anymore.

Like the story does put context into these situations, and I'd argue that the reasoning behind making those in the first place are not great. The story just outright gets him into this box. Like the only reactions to Sentinel Prime's reveal that have genuine narrative weight is Orion's and D's, Elita's and B's are just background noise.

The story's shift is desperately trying to bury you into his fall into Megatron, but it rushes in the details, hammering them but never actually allowing us to see where his mindset turned from. D is just instantly now becoming Megatron, his growth being that every action he takes results in his fall.

It's like that you have a pathway with 30 steps before the hole to fall into, and the story just has D suddenly skip 25 steps before he drops.

Look, I don't think the writers and director intentionally made these weird points, but I would argue that the direction of Megatron as a pseudo-justified slave uprising is a demonization of political dissenters that oppose the system with a glorification of the centrists who, realistically, do jack shit to fix things. (IDW2005 has the same issues.)

Revolutions don't have a pretty history, 1984 is the textbook of this, since it directly commentates on reality to an extent. But that excuse feels very disingenuous since D is the only one who has the most rage against Sentinel, his rage is the most focused, and he seems to be the only one that pulls his weight the most against him, narratively.

D-16 is an interesting character in how a story failing to connect other characters, to have others reflect him can make a turn feel rushed. Like this film needed 15 more minutes to have him interact with more characters, or maybe instead of having the scene with ship, and the dumb comedy, cut them out for more interactions with the crew during their trek to Alpha Trion?

Who knows? Discussing in a hypothetical "better" is both infinite and moot, but this was a fun exercise in thought.

Me rn:

Yeah reposting my things into different blogs. check out yappintilldeath

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This isn't art technically speaking but here's a Smiling Critters Relationship Chart that I wanted to try out after seeying a cool template by @valentinbelleyh505! The colors are a mess so I will try to explain it properly-

- DogDay: as the leader of the Smiling Critters, it's a must that he gets along with everyone! He has a closer relationship with Bobby and Catnap, the latter being his best friend. Though he also gets along pretty well with Bubba and Kickin' so they might gather up to be a somewhat chaotic yet charismatic trio at times.

- Bobby Bearhug: she loves everyone with no exceptions! The critter whom she gets along the most with is Hoppy and she is somewhat interested on Catnap. Not romantically, but she does care about him specially.

- CraftyCorn: despite her shy demeanor, Craftycorn manages to get along with everyone in the group, even though she and Kickin' might clash at times due to his attitude. She really admires Dogday as their leader and gets along with Catnap fairly well, given how the two of them struggle more when it comes to socializing but also enjoy their moments of peace and quiet which they spend together at times. As for her relationship with Bubba it is mostly admiration, but she also has a little crush to him which, of course, she wouldn't dare to confess herself.

- Hoppy Hopscotch: she is probably the most extroverted member out of the bunch along with Dogday, even through she has some dissgreements with her friends at times... Specially Kickin', but they have some sort of love-hate relationship. Though she is kind of oblivious when it comes to romantic feelings. However, that doesn't stop her from showing affection! As she will be there for Bobby as long as she needs, sharing a sister-like bond. And surprisingly, she gets along very well with Catnap, even if their energies and personalities are completely different. But sometimes she could use some calm and he could use some more energy and enthusiasm.

- Catnap: even though he is mostly an introverted soul who spends most of his time sleeping away, the feline doesn't fail when it comes to being in good terms with everyone. The girl whom he gets along with the most is CraftyCorn, given their similar personalities and their struggles. Even if she suggests a fashion or modeling session, Catnap will never mind to join around! He also respects Bubba greatly, seeying him as a wise and big-brother figure, his knowledge of the world will never fail to amuse him. And of course, Dogday is his very best friend, the one he can be the most open to as they understand and support each other no matter what.

- PickyPiggy: with her easygoing attitude, she has mostly good relationships with everyone! Even though her hunger can get the best out of her at times... She really admires CraftyCorn and her artistic abilities. (The neutral relationships are also based on the dynamics their Bigger Bodies versions will have, but I still have to design them so I will elaborate on her relationships later on).

- Kickin'Chickin: even if he might be too much at times, Kickin' is someone who easily gets everyone's aproval! The critters he gets along with the most are Dogday and Bubba, specially the latter as they sorta have a sibling dynamic. And even though he sometimes has a hard time understanding Catnap, they get along just fine. He has a huge crush on Hoppy, but he's too stubborn to admit it so he teases her instead and that leads to frequent arguments. Kind of like an Alvin & Brittany dynamic.

- Bubba Bubbaphant: he's pretty much like the big brother of the group, always willing to help everyone and provide the needed knowledge... Even though he can ramble at times- His closests relationships are with Kickin' and Craftycorn, and he has a secret crush on her that he doesn't speak about since he assumes that she likes Dogday instead. However, he doesn't hold any grudges against the dog for it and instead respects him dearly.

And another take with my OC LoolaLamb! (I will make a good picture and description for her I promise;;) even though canonically/in-game the only critters she would have interacted with properly would be Dogday and Catnap

BUT long story short-

- Dogday: even though she is not a part of the main Smiling Critters, Loola admires Dogday's personality and empathy, seeying him as a role model. She does have a little crush on him but she is afraid to mistake it with a simple affection at times. He does reciprocate her feelings but doesn't know how to grasp or classify such emotions to begin with.

- Bobby Bearhug: due to her loving and affectionate personality, LoolaLamb would feel great comfort around Bobby. She would definitely see her as someone she could trust.

- CraftyCorn: her and Loola would get along given their love for artistic representations. Sometimes they would sit down and write songs together.

- Hoppy Hopscotch: perhaps the energetic rabbit would be a little too much for the lamb, but she would admire her outgoing personality quite a lot.

- Catnap: their relationship is mostly neutral, though Catnap didn't like her much at first as he was afraid that she would replace him (let's just say there was an alternative universe in she didn't). But despite that Loola would be interested on meeting him further if given the chance.

- PickyPiggy: they wouldn't interact too much, but Picky is definitely fond of Loola! And perhaps would ask her to sing quite ofter, much to the lamb's dismay given their lack of confidence at times.

- Kickin'Chicken: the very first time they met and he knew that she could sing, he inmediately challenged her to a musical competition- She found it a little foward and intriguing at first, but in the end Loola ended up finding his attitude quite amusing, he makes her laugh.

- Bubba Bubbaphant: LoolaLamb would see Booba as some sort of authoritarian figure given his extensive amount of knowledge, but she would respect him a lot for that. As to him he does find interest in her musical abilities, but they wouldn't interact as much as the others.

ANYWAY SORRY FOR THE LONG POST;;

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A Gorgeous Necklace | Solo Sikoa x Black!Fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Description: Solo's girlfriend is completely captivated by his newest tattoo.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Hand kink, Choking, Dom/sub dynamic, spanking, petnames (baby, babygirl.), sex, dirty talk, the usual filth.

TW// Very brief mention of some type of injury and loss of a parent.

SMUT

MDNI!!! 18+!!!!!!!

Face claim is Kat Graham.

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Raya found herself in an unexpected and passionate relationship with Solo Sikoa, a professional wrestler with a captivating presence when she had honestly least expected anything of the sort.

Their encounter initially took place in the emergency room where Raya works as a nurse, Solo's brothers and cousin had dragged in him after a match gone wrong to be checked out for any injuries. Even being 30 years old, he was the baby of the group and his older brothers Jimmy and Jey, as well as his cousin Roman who might as well be his older brother too, are all relatively protective of him much to his dismay.

Raya, with her caring nature, tended to Solo's injuries, and their connection sparked instantly.

As they spent time flirting playfully, Raya couldn't help but be drawn to Solo's magnetic energy and charming smile. She couldn't help but note how soft spoken and gentle he is in person.

Raya had grown up watching wrestling as she had brothers and was raised by a single dad who were all big fans. Her dad had passed away a couple of years ago and from time to time when she'd missed him she'd turn it on.

That's why she recognized the four intimidatingly attractive men sitting there in the hospital room. The bloodline. She remained cool, calm and professional though and hadn't let any of them know that she recognized them.

Eventually, after some lighthearted banter, Solo mustered the courage to ask for Raya's number. Their texts soon turned into late-night conversations filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a growing sense of intimacy. Then he when he was back in town he asked her out.

Over the course of a year, Raya and Solo's relationship blossomed into a loving and deeply passionate connection. Raya still works in the ER. Solo is doing big things in his wrestling career. The two of them had moved in together, though between his wild travel schedule and her schedule as a nurse the two felt like they were almost never home. That's why this weekend they were spending together was so very special.

Solo had recently, just a couple of weeks ago, gotten an addition to the gorgeous tribal art that covered his arms with intricate patterns, it now included a striking design on his hand. Raya, who had always admired Solo's hands anyway, was captivated by the addition, finding the tattoos to be alluring and seductive. Her mind went straight to the gutter everytime she saw it.

As they were lying in bed together, just naked cuddling essentially, Raya gently traced her fingers along Solo's newly tattooed hand, She marveled at the intricate details, her eyes filled with adoration. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she whispered into Solo's ear, "You know, your hands would make a gorgeous necklace."

Solo's eyes lit up with desire, understanding the playful suggestion hidden within Raya's words. He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky, "Oh yeah, babygirl?"

Raya smirked, her heart racing with excitement at the thought. She nodded, biting her lip seductively.

"I'ma need you to use your words, baby." Solo said in a commanding, Dominant tone.

Raya's breath hitched at the command in Solo's voice. She could feel her body responding to his dominance, her desire intensifying with every word. She looked deep into Solo's eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Daddy. I want your hands around my throat."

Solo's gaze darkened, a mix of desire and possessiveness burning in his eyes.

"Remember our Safeword?" Solo asked her.

"Spike" Raya said with a smile, being a play of course on his finisher, the Samoan Spike.

"Good girl" Solo responded as he gently ran his fingers through Raya's hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a firm grip, he guided her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck.

Raya's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze with pure lusting coursing through her body.

Solo's grip tightened slightly, his fingers exerting a delicious pressure against the delicate skin of Raya's neck. A surge of pleasure shot through her body as she felt the power dynamic shift, her submission fueling her desire. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being completely under his command, his strong gorgeous hands wrapped around her throat.

As the intensity grew, Solo's grip remained firm but controlled. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "This what you wanted, baby?"

"Mhmm" Raya hummed in absolute bliss as he loosened his grip and turned her around. Raya's body quivered with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he positioned her to face away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath becoming shallow with every passing second.

"Face down, ass up." Solo demands with a slap to her ass.

At the commanding tone in Solo's voice and the sharp sting of the slap, Raya felt surge of arousal course through her veins as she felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation. She quickly complied, assuming the desired position.

Her body lay face down, her round and enticing ass raised high in the air, waiting to be claimed. The warmth radiating from her skin fueled her desire, making her yearn for his touch, his control.

Solo approached her slowly, his steps deliberate and purposeful. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, intensifying the anticipation that hung heavily in the air. Raya's senses were on high alert, every nerve in her body humming with the need for his dominant touch.

Solo's beautifully tattooed hand trailed along her exposed flesh, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and possessive grips. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Raya's body.

Solo's hands travelled lower, he runs finger through her wetness.

A satisfied smirk curved Solo's lips as he pulls away his glistening fingers. "Damn, you wet, girl. Maybe I should've gotten this ink sooner." He teased with a chuckle before sucking her juices clean off of his finger.

A gasp escaped her lips as he was suddenly inside her. Pounding her from behind.

Solo's powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through Raya's body, causing her to arch her back and instinctively press her hips back into his igniting a fire deep within her, building a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume her completely.

Raya's breath became ragged as Solo's rhythm quickened, his movements reflecting a primal and passionate hunger for her. With each deep and forceful thrust, they became lost in a dance of raw desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The room filled with the intoxicating sounds of their pleasure, the symphony of their moans and gasps mingling with the rhythm of their bodies. Raya's hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that Solo evoked within her.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, their connection deepening with each passionate thrust. Their bodies moved together, perfectly attuned to each other's desires. Raya's senses were heightened, every sensation magnified as she chased the ecstasy that awaited her.

As the intensity built, Solo's hand reached around to find Raya's swollen and sensitive clit. His touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The combination of his deep penetration and his skilled touch rubbing her clit pushed her closer to the edge.

Raya's moans grew louder, echoing through the room, as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within her. The exquisite tension built, her body trembling with anticipation of the impending release.

Finally, with a shared gasp of ecstasy, Raya and Solo tumbled over the edge together. Waves of pleasure crashed through Raya's body as she experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release. Solo continued to thrust, prolonging their shared pleasure until he too succumbed to the overwhelming bliss.

In the aftermath of their passion, Raya and Solo remained locked in each other's embrace, their bodies intertwined and their hearts filled with a deep sense of connection. They had explored the depths of their desires, basking in the intimacy that only their shared pleasure could bring.

"Yeah.. I should've gotten that tattoo sooner." Solo smirked breathlessly.

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I want Duke included in batfam family fics. being the older sibling Damian needs, relatable yet guiding. Tim being ‘Dukes robin’ and having lots of respect for Tim yet he’d also steal his slice of pie. Duke and Jason hanging out, and Jason appreciating how he never tries to lecture him. Duke and dick matching vibes (or as much as they can) when on patrol and somewhat in the family, and both trying to make their brothers calm tf down. Bruce trying desperately to not fuck up with Duke like he did his other sons, only serving to confuse and slightly alarm Duke. Alfred and duke being the only ones with more then *1* braincell.

he also has so much potential for angst of being a meta in a family everyone thinks hates metas, and people somehow forget him???

(I have more just don’t have the energy to write it all down)

Heck yes! I agree that Duke needs to be included in more batfam fics (and especially as a more pivotal role). I personally try to add him a bit, but I fear I do not include him enough as a key member of the batfam.

Duke is hella important and should be treated as such. I'd love to see more fics with him pissing off GCPD for fun. Just chaos and pranks against GCPD, rogues, Batman, and the Batkids. Also, he should he allowed to punch (or kick) as many JL members as he pleases (Hal was just the first).

Duke and Dick having similar fashion ideas is a cute idea I've seen in the fandom. I would also just love to see more fanart of Duke rocking some fun outfits for galas (especially if the galas follow the AU of Gotham being super weird with their social norms). Duke being featured on magazine covers, being asked to model, and being interviewed would be cool fanwork ideas to play around with. I've seen so many of the other batboys and none with Duke as a magazine cover.

Here's my ideas on how Duke could interact with different batfam members. Feel free to reblog if you have ideas yourself or think the dynamic should be different.

I feel like Duke and Cass would get along really well as chaos gremlins who get away with their shenanigans. Messing with Commissioner Gordon is a favorite pass time of theirs. For some reason, even when presented with evidence, Bruce doesn't believe that Duke and Cass would do the things they get away with. It's both impressive and annoying to the other batkids.

Duke could have a weird relationship with Tim. On one hand, Tim is Duke's Robin. The cases he's solved, feats he's accomplished, and respect Gotham has for Tim's Robin in general (for being Batman's therapy kid) are unfathomable. On the other hand, he's seen Tim walk into the same wall four times within three minutes. They both share a love for riddles, but Tim can be an idiot at interpersonal relationships.

For Damian, Duke has seen how the world picks up kids and spits them out. He's seen kids lashing out, how they merely want to defend themselves, and how fantastic they are once you get to know them. He's been angry and spiteful at the world too. For Damian, Duke's hella impressed at the kid's heart despite all the shit he's been dealt. Duke would encourage chaos, talk with the kid about how different emotions have impacted Duke's actions and life, and is an overall supportive figure. They can often be seen doing both wild stunts and "common for their age group" activities for fun (although the game Sorry is banned because of them).

Jason and Duke would probably have a complicated relationship due to Red Hood's actions. Their similar childhoods (as far as economically and location based) would lead to jokes and shared customs that they chat with Steph about (such as Creepy Toe Joe or that specific gas station or the phrase they say as they passed that one pothole). Despite that, they have different viewpoints on Bruce and murder.

Duke is probably one of the more emotionally intelligent and communicative batfam members. If Alfred is the sassy version, Duke would get a good laugh out of those remarks and the astute observations.

Bruce and Duke angst could go hard. Bruce is trying so hard not to make his past mistakes. Duke and his perception of Bruce (he holds Bruce in high regard) and how that affects their relationship.

As far as Duke being in a "perceived to hate metas" family, that could either be hilarious or angst. I imagine people trying to intervene or "save" Duke from the Bats would be infuriating and sad to see.

Duke could also laugh at the batkids' superhero friends and how they, even as adults, are banned from entering Gotham. Duke is free to live in the manor and come and go as he pleases. Any of the batkid's meta friends have to be snuck into Gotham.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

BTS Group Dynamics

So, an anon asked me to do this a while back, sorry it took long for me to do this one. I wanted to get to other ones of them first, but here we go, these cards look nice overall from what I see.

Overall energy (3 of Cups)

This shows they have a strong bond and they enjoy the company of one another. They may also help lift another up and cheer them up in times of need. They overall support one another. This is a card of friendships, so this shows they all have a loving bond and will always find time to connect and gather together even if there is distance.

Jin (4 of Swords)

This man just minds his business lol This card kind of gives me he may not be interacting much with the members at the moment, but this could also indicate he brings calmness and peace to the bunch and has this ability to sooth the members when need be. He doesn't seem to stress or worry too much and if they do have drama within the group. He tends to distance himself. But overall, he is calm presence to the group. The one that may tell the members to chill and relax. He is also the one that will think before acting. He isn't the one to act carelessly or foolishly. And if there is a disagreement, he would take a step back, reflect and learn from the situation with a clear mind.

Yoongi (2 of Cups)

He is cute! He would be the one to gather the troops. I see him wanting to spend time with each member individually getting to know about all of them one on one. He is the one that likes to build strong connections with the others and feels it is important to get along and connect as a group. I see him feeling a strong connection to all the members and wanting to build that trust, so I don't see him being avoidant and distance from any of the members. I see him wanting to continuously be in contact with them, even if they are distant.

Hoseok (4 of Wands)

This doesn't surprise, he brings the positivity, the fun, the good vibes, the good energy. He just wants everyone to have a good time. He wants things to be peaceful and does not want drama and may do his best to not cause that within the group. He wants the dynamic to be smooth and prosperous. He would want the environment to be safe and comfortable for all the members. I don't see him being the type to cross boundaries or step to far with the members. He seems to want all the members to feel comfortable and safe around him. It is like he wants them all to be protected from the craziness that surrounds them.

Namjoon (The Hanged Man)

Why does this give me he would like to be the fall guy? Not sure where that is coming from. He is the one that kind of accepts things for what it is. He doesn't seem to push things. I mean, maybe he can be a bit careless about things. He seems to be the one that goes with the flow. He isn't the type to get upset that easily and seems to understand the point of view of the other members more easily. He also accepts them for who they are, even any shortcomings. He seems pretty easy going, not so much the strict leader, or have that much of a controlling, stubborn energy you might see from leaders of a group. He is so much more laid back and chill. It is like whatever happens happens mindset. And if he makes mistake, he reflects and learns from it. I don't see him being the type that doesn't like to be challenged or questioned. He seems willing to accept criticism and go from there. I like his energy here.

Jimin (9 of Wands)

This dude seems to be on fighter mode, someone who seems to always need to defend himself, or he sets hard boundaries with the group. He may not be easy to get close to. I can see him not being easy to open up. It is like he is always on guard, can get defensive with other members if provoked. I just see him feeling like he always has to be on defense. This could also show he may be protective of the bond he has or of the group and need to protect this bond as well. Like maybe he is the one that needs to defend this group. He comes of a bit tense, this could be due to the trauma he faced, who knows, but he may need to loosen up a bit. He may struggle to trust the members as well and maybe he prefers to keep his distance and protect his energy at times as well.

Taehyung (Queen of Swords)

I don't see him being too emotional. He is someone who may keep his distance as well. I see him being an opinionate person with a lot of ideas. He seems open-minded and willing to hear others out as well. He is all about having intellectual diplomatic conversations with one another. He also seems pretty observant of the members and may know a lot about them. I can see him keeping his distance though. I say mental stimulation and intellectual conversations is what he likes with the members. Or that is how he keeps it. He isn't giving me much, only that I see him keeping a distance. But I can see him being someone they can open up to and talk to, like he isn't someone who would judge them too harshly and he is someone that can help them find solutions to things.

Jungkook (King of Wands)

Not surprised by this energy. He shines the brightest, sorry, but that is what this card represents. This is a man of star power and someone who gets a lot of attention, the most I will say. He just has this ability to create and make music that gains much appeal and attention. He has the charm to pull others in his direction. He would be the one to bring more fans or more attention to the group. I do see him having the brightest future of them, I mean don't need to read Tarot to see that lol He is the center, the focal point for this group. The one people pay attention to. Crazy how the youngest member gets this, but that is what I get from this card. He is also very ambitious, can be stubborn, maybe egotistical at times, but he just has this pull, that magnetic energy that brings people towards him and the group. I guess that is what his energy represents to this group. They may see him as the star power of the group.

Okay, all of them seem about right from what I expected. Overall, it seems cordial and friendly, not much drama, but some seem a bit distant from the dynamic. I say the maknae line more so than the Hyung line.