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Ooh, I remember some of it, @pearlofthepitt!
Breanna was from the future (secret time-traveling daughter from the future trope) and accidentally traveled to the past of the Leverage: Redemption time period through something related to Ministerio del Tiempo. It was gonna switch back and forth between Bre's POV trying to figure out how that had happened and trying to re-invent time-travel to get back, and the ministry's POV investigating this random 20-something who broke in an used the time machine- like is she evil? trying to break the time-line? etc.
The ministry eventually team up with future Parker, Hardison, and Eliot who are trying to get their daughter back, and figure out that Breanna is not a threat, but for some reason the optimal time to retrieve her is like a few years after she showed up in the past. I don't remember specifics for the Ministerio crew, but there were definitely emotions involved for specific members as aspects of this situation hit close to home for some.
Meanwhile, Breanna made her way to Nana (who has a more permanent address than her parents), and through Nana to the crew. Bre joins up with them doing the same kind of jobs she's grown up seeing her parents do, while in her spare time she works on solving the time travel problem. She does not know that the ministry are good guys who are coming up with a plan to rescue her, and Breanna's primary association with time travel is Doctor Who. Unfortunately, she remembers the 2005 episode "Father's Day" all too well, where time reapers show up to repair the timeline when Rose tries to save her father's life in the past and meets herself as a baby. Bre is convinced that if she is still around by the time she is born, something similarly disastrous is likely to happen.
So it's sort of 2 dramatic-irony mystery plots happening in parallel, where the audience knows what is going on, but the Ministerio del Tiempo is investigating the mystery of Breanna while Breanna is investigating the mystery of the Ministerio / time travel itself. And it goes back and forth chapter by chapter until eventually Breanna comes clean to the Redemption!time-period version of her parents/family, and some of the Ministerio agents show up and there's some sort of show down where each side thinks the other is up to no good (leverage team have something like a Home Alone-esque trap set up, which the agents think is related to one of their villains). After a tense moment though, the misunderstanding gets resolved and they all work together to get everybody back where they belong with some tearful goodbyes and also promises to help out the ministry should the need arise.
Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.
#leverage#Ministerio del Tiempo#fanfic writing#breanna casey#parker leverage#alec hardison#eliot spencer
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she has no idea | no idea drabble



word count: 1k words
pairing: unistudent!donghyuck x f!reader
synopsis: you became a part of donghyuck's life from the moment he noticed you at freshman orientation, even though he didn't become a major influence on yours until junior year. alternatively, the day donghyuck gained a crush on you before you even took notice of him. (set in & a reference from the no idea universe, but can be read as a standalone!)
warnings: very small usage of explicit language, mention of jaehyun as y/n's older cousin & johnny as hyuck's adviser (both who have already graduated in the no idea timeline đ), kinda secret admirer!donghyuck, this is basically context to donghyuck's crush on you
a/n: it has been months! hello! today, i listened to the "no idea" playlist, which i use for inspiration after months of never touching it, and this somehow sprouted out in my head. hopefully, this'll get me back into the groove of posting on here again, but if not, i hope you shower this drabble with love 𩷠feedback is always appreciated! happy reading <3

SNU's freshman orientation. The school of Donghyuck's dreams. Since middle school, his mother has always determined where he will spend the following four years of his life, pursuing a degree in something he wasnât fully passionate about. She particularly told him that learning computer science would help him (or more specifically, them) in the long term and that he would be "qualified" for a computer job at their family company, following "his father's footsteps."
Yeah... He wouldn't use the term excitement to describe his current feelings.
Well.
Until he saw you, that is.
"Johnny, who's that?" Donghyuck asks his new friend and senior adviser, who was supposed to show him around, but ended up putting them both in the middle of the campus, where a variety of clubs were showcasing their events.
The said man notices you handing out club fliers once he crouches down a little to follow Donghyuck's gaze. "Oh, her? That's Y/N!"
"She's gorgeous."
Simply said, when Donghyuck saw you, it felt like getting struck by an explosion of flowers and a blow to the heart. It didn't feel like him, and it was overly theatrical and unrealistic. Your hair in a ponytail with a few strands falling to the side swung in the summer breeze, and your basic ensemble of a white tube top and baggy jeans somehow complemented your physique flawlessly. To him, the entire situation seemed to have originated from one of those corny mangas he consumed, but he felt strange for staring at you for so long. Surprisingly, he was the protagonist, who just fell in love with his love interest instantly.Â
But before he had an opportunity to think about his pleasant thoughts, he heard an irksome remark next to him.Â
"And way out of your league." The voice of Johnny interrupts.
Upon hearing his senior's remarks, he ultimately turns his eyes away from you and glares at the former while shoving his shoulder. "Dickface. Then, how do you know her?"
"Everyone knows her." Johnny gives a casual chirp. "She's the younger cousin of a popular guy in my year, Jaehyun, which probably helped her gain a popularity boost. Not only that, she also took part in a lot of summertime activities."
Donghyuck declares in complete amazement, "Wow." This results in him looking over and admiring you once more.
A smirk emerges on Johnny's face as he replies, "Wanna go say hi, Romero?" to the obviously preoccupied younger man.
Donghyuck's ears pick up the utterly astounding idea almost immediately. What blasphemy. He can't introduce himself to you, especially not now when he's wearing only his clear-rimmed lenses and a matching pair of black sweats.
Man, he ought to have dressed more appropriately for this. He should have at least taken the time this morning to put on his contacts.
He shakes his head rapidly as he looks at Johnny as though he's grown a second head. "Whoa, no. No way. Absolutely not. I meanâ" He thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, no, dude, I can't."
However, before he realized it, he and Johnny were walking to the club's stand where you and a few others, he supposed, club members, were distributing fliers.
When you see them, you put on your best customer service smile and hold out your hand to deliver them a flyer. "Hello! Are you guys interested in joining the Poetry Club? My cousin, Jaehyun, is the club president, and they get together on Fridays and Tuesdays."
Since Donghyuck wasn't going to step in first, Johnny did. "Unfortunately, no, but my friend over hereâ" The next thing Johnny knows, Donghyuckâs gone.
"Oh, I think your friend left, Johnny," you laugh awkwardly.
The freshman's abrupt disappearance makes Johnny tsk. "That little shit."
Donghyuck was lucky that neither you nor Johnny noticed him hiding behind a random tree nearby. The idea of him conversing with you could cause him to faint on the ground because his heart was already racing at the sight of you. If he couldn't survive being in the same vicinity as you, there was no way he'd go through a whole conversation.Â
From that moment on, just as he was hiding behind a tree, he made a vow to himself to hide behind your shadow instead. He was aware that you were far out of his league and that you would associate with others who came from a crowd that he didn't fit into.Â
He did, in fact, enter one Poetry Club meeting with the sole purpose of seeing you again, only to discover that you were not there. He stayed for the remainder of the meeting; however, as Jaehyun introduced the club, his words entered through one ear and left through the other, as he felt guilty for trying to leave early. It turns out that you weren't committed to the club; you were only helping to spread the word about it.Â
Weeks turned into months, and it appears he was correct. You did come from two separate worlds. His favorite days were when he saw you on campus; he progressively imprinted your schedule into memory. Since your boyfriend's and friends' faces were the talk of the town around your school, he labeled them the "popular crowd." It was common to see you out and about with them.
He took notice that you had to arrive dressed up every time, and Donghyuck's opinion of you remained the same even when you weren't. He had never seen anyone more beautiful than you. But then, heâd look at himself and remember that he walks into class sporting his usual outfit: a hoodie and sweatpants. And on the days when he made an effort to seem presentable (in hopes of impressing you), he succeeded in nothing because you never gave him a passing glance.
He took satisfaction in staying home every Friday night while his group of friends shouted over their game of D&D Monopoly, while you busied yourself on the cheerleading team, cheering at school events. He was the person who took comfort in being on the sidelines, and you were the girl who belonged in front of a lively and enthusiastic crowd.Â
So, with that in mind, he knew it was better for everyone that heâd stay as a secret admirer, regardless of how much he wanted you.
Perhaps the time will come when he musters the courage to make a move on you, but from where he's standing right now? Not a chance.
#fic: no idea#nct dream fluff#nct dream imagines#nct imagines#haechan fluff#haechan imagines#haechan scenarios#nct dream x reader#lee haechan x reader#haechan x reader#lee donghyuck x reader#lee donghyuck fluff#donghyuck fluff#nct x female reader#nct fluff#nct x reader#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 imagines#nct scenarios#nct smau#nct haechan#lee haechan smau#haechan smau#nct drabbles#nct dream drabbles#nct 127 smau#nct 127 scenarios#lee haechan fluff#nct 127 angst#haechan angst
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Which one of the Randa siblings is older?
Cate is or was a teacher. So maybe thatâs like 25. It seems like her life is put more together if sheâs traveling to Japan to find out what her dad was hiding. Like sheâs doing it on her own dime and time. But her dad is out here funding two families so they probably have money.
But her actress Anna Sawai is 31
Where is, Kentaro Randa seems younger like 22 maybe??
He has a whole job, doing what idk? He has relationship problems but anyone at any age can have those. Soooooooooo
His actor Ren Watabe is 24
But I guess the show could go with height being an age indicator, Kentaro is taller than Cate.
#anna sawai#cate randa#Kentaro Randa#Ren Watabe#I also wanna know who the dad was cheating on#I think he was with Cateâs mom first because one I think sheâs oldest and two they live in a house.#usually the first family gets the better living situation#and the second family lives in an apartment#but Japan they just live in apartments like that soooo idk#I know there are houses in Japan#the situation is a guy with a secret family#usually they go all out with the first because they think this is#is I what I want#then they go away for business and then Bam#I just fell in love#I didnât know what was happening until it was to late#sort of thing#Iâve seen the scenario like three times#usually one a crime show because the other sibling#usually the second one finds out and goes crazy because of how good the first family has it#Monarch Legacy of Monsters#mlom#mlom cate#mlom kentaro
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored themâalmost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first placeâbut... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinkingâbecause seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?âbefore clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personalityâeven if that personality is little more than a tired father right nowâfar better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dickâwhose grin is the biggestâsays, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small oneâDami?âasks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stopâ"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesnât look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#batpham#hailsatanacrabđŚđŚwrites#look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what#but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be#so here - how i think that would be funny to go down#i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again#there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like#perhaps ill have to expand#i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep#there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more#oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM#i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier#(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!
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I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)
(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)
happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D
#would you believe me if I told you that I had to come up with designs for everybody on the spot#cuz I've never actually drawn these guys before#the life series versions anyways#also yes gem is coming with joel#they're a family! you can't separate them!#I imagine it's a bit of a situation like gem is dropping joel off at daycare#even though joel's driving#I hope all the text is readable#I had to sacrifice a bit of visual flair for readability and contrast so I hope it worked well#also the idea of Grian's body being essentially a empty-eyed meat suit/puppet thing#while the actual Grian emotes with the giant floating eye thing is really funny to me#partially taken inspiration from mambodork's buttercups homeowners association au lol#I also really like this pearl design#I don't know why but her expressions are so fun to me#I tried putting some easter eggs in this despite not knowing a lot of life series lore#for example in cleo's winner's portrait they're being puppeted by another cleo wearing vr glasses! :D#idk I thought it was cool#there's a few more easter eggs/references in here feel free to go look for them#can't reveal all my secrets at once >:3#anyways yeah this brings me an inordinate amount of joy#...frick I forgot my tags#uhhh#whiteboardartstudios#original post#I guess#my art#?#life series#trafficsmp#traffic smp
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âHavenât You Noticed (Iâm a Star)â from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt headcanons#rottmnt leo#rise leo#listen itâs morning now and I havenât slept so bear with me for the sudden unwarranted lyric analysis haha#a lotttt of the lyrics work so well for him#not even just the overall theme the words just work great#first lyric is literally âI canât help it if I make a sceneâ which is one to one with âLeoâs makin a sceneâ from the rottmnt opening like-#âIâm turning heads and Iâm stopping trafficâ -> Leo has not made it a secret that he values his looks a LOT#-not just his looks but also his ability to get peopleâs attention#âwhen I pose they scream when I joke they laughâ -> I feel like this speaks for itself#-posing and joking for the crowd and himself#âIâve got them dazzled like a stage magicianâ -> works both with Leoâs canonical love of magicians and his aptitude with tricks in general#âwell everybody needs a friend and Iâve got you and you and youâ -> I just think itâd be cute to imagine his friends here just as his bros#âI got you and you and youâ = âmy brainy guy my smashing guy and eats peanut butter with his fingers guyâ#âhavenât you noticed that Iâm a star?â -> Leo loves attention and especially loves when his feats and efforts are acknowledged#+ he loves glam rock and sci-fi and being a champ and - listen he has a LOT of star symbolism with him#âhavenât you noticed I made it this farâ - Leo is well aware of how dangerous situations get and thinks himself only a part of a whole#-so hey itâs notable that heâs survived this long yeah?#ânow everyone can see me burningâ -> self-sacrificing with his family bearing witness + all his star and flame symbolism in general#+ how attention naturally goes to him - including bad attention where his mistakes are highlighted and burn bright#also even the limo lyric-#obviously this boy has never and will never own a limo but one of his main secondary colors IS pink so even that#okay that one is just a joke but he would#(on that note though I think the other colors the boys gravitate to outside THEIR color are fun to notice)#I donât actually know too much about Steven universe beyond the songs and some eps but I like the music#and this just came to my tired mind so here you go anyone whoâs interested#may draw something with these lyrics dunno yet#itâs a good song in any case even though itâs super short
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ive mentioned this before but i really do love my key rat so much. i need to try to reverse engineer how this thing was constructed. i need to know how he was created
#i dont use him for keys. i use a spy family themed keycase LOL it has like. a print of a normal ass gun on it which is wild#but my key rat..... my oma gave him to me as a toy when i was a young kid and i used him as like#sometimes a villain who eats people. wraps his circle tongue and eats them to death#sometimes i used him as a nice guy whos weird but helps the main character toys#since ive had it forever hes at least 20 years old. i dont know where he came from. i think it mightve been homemade?#it doesnt have a tag. i dont think it was made by my oma tho. or maybe it was? she knows how to sew but she always preferred#puzzles and embroidery. most of the sewing i saw her do was like simple square things like a pillow case. i should ask her if she remembers#i love this thing. ive seen adjacent things to it (key holders that are a pouch you pull the keys into) and ive even seen ones shaped like#rodents but ive never seen one like this made of fabric. usually theyre leather nowadays#probably cause its more durable and easier to get a clean finish compared to like#this baglined..... situation? the seams are fully encased i dont know how they went about it#i need to learn more about sewing linings and stuff..... i need to figure out the key rat. i need to know his secrets
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shout out 2 my mam for listenning to me bark angrily about the most recent 'scream' sequel wiTHOUT beating me to death with a wooden spoon !!!!!!! bc im annoying. about films i like when the sequels or remakes are bad. and this most recent 'scream'. was. bad
if i may be so bold as to put forth a personal opinion, 'scream' should NEVER EVER have had ANY SEQUELS EVER. listennn i LOVED 'scream'!!!!! i truly did!!!!!! but given that it's half satire half deconstruction of the slasher genre (as the genre had become) it should ALWAYS have been a standalone film imo. it was pitch perfect and they should have just!!! LET IT BE!!!! but nooooOOOOoooo they had to make moORE MONEY~~~
adsoasdafdjiai whatever at least they didn't bring sidney back just to kill her. that would have really boiled my piss i swear i would have. BEEN VERY CROSS >:V
anyway as it stands i am. completely dissatisfied with this film, cannot in good conscience recommend. rated 3/10 but only bc hayden panettierre was there to calm my rage AND the ppl who survived did not annoy me too much đđ
#and they add all these family connections like 'oh this is billy loomis's daughter' (HE DIED AT LIKE??? 17?????)#(WHEN DID HE HAVE THE TIME TO FIND ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND AND IMPREGNATE HER???? BTWN SCHOOL AND THE FUCKING. MURDERS????????)#BUT OK FINE let's go with 'billy loomis secret daughter'#HOW ARE THESE OTHER TWO GUYS??? RAnDY'S NIECE AND NEPHEW?????#did randy have a sibling??? I DO NOT RECALL THIS???#AND DEWEY#HOW COULD U KILL OFF DEWEY??????#ALSO!!!!! UNDERMINING SIDNEY'S PUNCH!!!! despicable#AND THE GREATEST CRIME OF ALL:#GHOSTFACE USED A GUN TO KILL SOMEONE >:V#that is ILLEGAL and UNSPORTSMANLIKE!!! slasher killers MAY NOT USE GUNS!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!#everything about the situation becomes more and more ridiculous#it's not scary or clever#it's just annoying!!#AND THE SCENE!!! the one that's meant to be like randy's 'horror rules' scene!!!#THAT WAS TERRIBLE???? it was done so early in the film?? outdoors?? in broad daylight???#there was no buildup no atmosphere no mood setting#and she just!!! goes on about IP and tony stark and all??? LIKE??? am i DREAMING?????#I DONT??? UNDERSTAND HOW WE GOT HERE?????#they only used a few bars of 'red right hand' which made me. very sad#it's a good song as well as very ICONIC :P#birb watch#scream 6#i think???#whatever i don't care đ
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Tim: Okay, we will just keep it in a secret for a while...
Dick: Oh, how hard it can be, anyway?
Damian: Right. No one wants to remember this.
Jason, spawning behind their backs: You suck at being secretive. What's up?
Dick, giggling nervously: A-ah, Little Wing, uhâ
Jason: Well? Whatever it is, I am going to find it out one way or another.
Tim: Promise not to freak out? It is about Bruce.
Jason, crossing fingers behind his back: Promise.
Damian: Father had found himself a new love interest. And it is unbecoming.
Jason, confused: Uh, alright? Why would I careâ
Tim, blurting out: It is Joe Chill's daughter.
Jason: Who tfâ
Jason: ...Joe Chill, like Martha and Thomas Wayne's killer Joe Chill?
Dick: ...Yeah. That one guy.
Jason: ...
Jason: Yeah, honestly, the fuck I expected when I asked him to kill Joker... He can't even avenge his own ass. Not just that. HE DATES HIS DAUGHTER?
Damian: ...My mother is literally right here.
Dick: Or auntie Selina.
Tim: And Clark. Or even Oliver. Or even Halâ
Jason: I am so *not* joining family dinners anymore.
Dick: Yeah... Anyway, B asked to keep it away from Alfred for a while.
Alfred, ominously appearing in the dark corner of the room: It is a little bit late, gentlemen.
Boys: (nervous gulping)
Alfred, surprisingly calm: Of course, we shall not blame children for sins of their parents. I believe this woman could be better than her father ever was.
Alfred: I am happy for master Bruce. Of course.
Alfred: By the way, do you, boys, prefer poison or bullet?
Dick, nervous: Hey, I am pretty sure the poor girlâ
Alfred: Who said anything about the lady?
Tim, whistling: Well, Cass would be delighted to inherit a cowl so soon...
Jason: Okay, you all, let's all just do whatever we think Thomas and Martha would like us to do in this situation...
Dick: Yeah, they probably would be happy forâ
Alfred: Thomas would choose a gun.
Boys: (nervous giggle)
Dick, whispering: I'll message B to leave the town.
Tim: Ask him to hide at Kent's. Maybe he can still be saved.
Jason: I'll message Mama Cat. Someone needs to fuck his brain back.
Damian: ...I rather not bother mother. Either way, she will kill Father faster than Alfred will.
#THIS IS JUST A JOKE A CRACK A JOKE DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY#his new love line is not news but since tom taylor once again embarrassed himself in twitter i needed to joke about it too#jason todd#red hood#dcu comics#dc universe#dcu#batman#bruce wayne#batfamily#batfam#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth#superbat#batcat#brutalia
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Damian's future husband
Got inspired by this specific line in a Tumblr thread and my brain went to work
Phantom was a strange heroâa vigilante that often worked with Justice League Dark. Constantine was always so antsy around the man, while Phantom himself often muttered about taxes and blasted fragments whenever said trech coat man was in the vicinity.
The Bats were, of course, initially apprehensive of the death defying being that could rip a man skeleton out of their body, manipulate space itself to rip open portals to different dimensions, and vanish better than they did. They were wary, mildly hostile after realising that Phantom had now issue killing.
But then time passed and Phantom was proven to not be a serial killer but only used killing as a last resort. Though Batman wasn't too pleased, he wasâbegrudginglyâtolerant of that. Because, yes, Phantom was a nice guy, a very likeable person in general. He made sure that the environmental damage during battles were kept to a minimum, he chose civilians over the enemy whenever it came to hostage situations, he was tactile and kind, and he cared so much for the innocent that he was willing to lose his innocence to keep theirs.
Of course Batman was fond of the young man, especially when he found out that Jason of all people had some sort of crush on him. A very big and almost pathetic one that he and Alfred would watch while sipping tea.
Seriously, Jason was his son! Has he not learned anything from his Brucie persona? The poor thing was like a Victorian maiden and would be scandalised at the mere thought of showing an ankle.
It was embarrassing how he'd practically start blue screening the moment Phantom was in the vicinity. As a father, Bruce was gracious enough not to bully his poor son whenever it came to Phantom. His siblings, on the other hand, held no such qualms and mercilessly dug into Jason.
In all honesty, he pitied Jason after hearing that Phantom assumed that Jason just didn't like him.
He really had to talk to him.
"You fucking hypocrite."
And that was a failure because Bruce forgot that he was just as constipated as his son.
"I'm not taking advice from the man who couldn't even try to be softer in his secret crush!"
With that, Jason slammed the door and left.
Okay... Plan B?
But what the hell was plan B?
Right.
Dick Grayson.
Bruce: About your brother...
Bird child #1: OH MY GOD
Bird child #1: THANK FUCK YOU FINALLY MENTIONED IT
Bruce: it's become an issue
Bruce: Alfred has commented that it's pathetic now.
Bird child #1: Wait wait
Bird child #1: I'll add you to the group chat!
And this Bruce Wayne found himself in a GC named 'Phantom of the Watchtower'. Along with all the complaints expressed by both family and friends when it came to Jason's bullshit.
Ah well... At least he wasn't alone in the suffering.
(Jason did not need to know that there was a video of him grappling through Gotham, Phantom passing by and waving at him, and Jason proceeding to hit a wall mid flight.)
Dick knows that his little wing has had trouble in relationships for a long time. His resurrection changed him, changed how he perceived his relationships. Dick didn't have the heart to be mad about it.
Phantom's arrival was a breath of fresh air for them.
But he suspects that Jason's attraction began with the fact that Phantom had died young as well. Fourteen from what was said. He had died much younger than Jason and had came back a hero, willing to protect the innocent and do what was best for those around him. Sometimes Dick suspects that Jason not only wanted to be with Phantom, but also to be similar to him.
Now he's watching Jason fumble with his words again, immediately going quiet once he realized that nothing coherent was coming out of his mouth. The helmet most likely hid how red his face was.
"Are you alright?" Phantom asked, frowning up at Jason. "You don't feel too good. Is the corrupted ecto acting up again? Oh, I knew I should have sped up the process of removing it but then it'd be very painful if I did it at once. And Frostbite recommended that we went slowly so we could monitor the side effect... And, andâ"
"I'm okay." Red Hood immediately assured, his hand practically flying to Phantom's cheek then he shoved it down before he could even touch Phantom. "It's been a long day."
"Is the Joker out again?" Phantom's frown deepened.
Another thing Dick has learned about the dead and the undead! The fact that their murderer was still active unsettled then greatly and affected their entire mentality and behaviour.
"No. No. He hasn't tried escaping."
Phantom hummed, "I see. So what's bothering you."
"It's nothing." Jason grunted, sounding a little too much like Bruce for Dick's liking.
Okay, nope, he wasn't going to let this continue if his baby brother was going to continue making Phantom assumed he didn't like him. Nightwing to the rescue!
"Phantom! Hi!" Nightwing quite literally dropped into the alley, running his fingers through his hair and smoothly directing Jason away from whatever catastrophic misunderstanding he was walking into.
"Hello Nightwing! It's nice to see you again? How's Kori? Oooh! I wanted to invite her to a space date againâ" He rambled on and on, eyes practically starry. Wait, nevermind. His eyes really were starry.
(Meanwhile, Jason was cursing his older brother for taking the attention from but also very thankful that Phantom didn't have to witness his stupidity again.)
Tim had noticed that the Joker hasn't attempted to break out in a long... Long time.
It's not a bad thing, no. It was great, in all honesty. But of course, Tim was paranoid, almost batshir crazy (pun intended, in the words of his damn boyfriends). The surveillance feed on Arkham was updated a long time ago, watching it very closely until static overtook the screen.
"Replacement," Tim startled, blinking before he saw Jason peering at him with a questioning look. Practically interrogating him on the spot. "The hell is that?"
"I don't know." Tim clicked his tongue, "This hasn't happened after Babs and I updated those damn cameras. Fuck, give me a second..."
"Did the Joker get out?" Jason practically growled.
"No, no. I'm sure he didn't. He would have been causing trouble by now." Tim reassured, clicking his tongue again before the feed went back to normal. Joker's cell seemed perfectly fine, with the Joker fast asleep on his little cot. "See, just some static. Maybe Phantom passed by."
The mere mention of Phantom has Jason blue screening, instincts kicking in as his older brother shoved his helmet over his head again. Then the idiot gets on his bike and speeds out of the cave.
Coward.
Tim whipped his head around, quickly surveying the area.
The static wasn't random. Phantom always had to be in front of the camera to directly affect the feed. So thank fuck when he made friends with Phantom's teammateâPharaohâand figured out how to fix any distorted imagery.
He sees Phantom standing over the Joker's unconscious body, plunging his hand into the maniac's chest and pulled out a glowing green orb. A core, from what he remembered. Holy shit, was the Joker a ghost too?
But he saw how Phantom seemed to put restraints around it, literal chains before shoving it back inside.
Slowly, Phantom turned to the camera, his entire figure still distorted, but he could see that fanged grin that his brother seemed to swoon over.
(The Joker was still alive, very much, but no one could understand how he was stuck in an almost permanent coma. Tim wasn't going to give Jason even more reason to start giggling over Phantom, unless he wanted to ruin the entire Dead on Main operation.)
Damian did not quite understand the insanity that was multiple individuals (including those that were not of their brood) attempting to matchmake Todd with Phantom. He didn't understand what was so great about Phantom, in all honesty.
He was heroic, powerful, and quite intelligent. Many people held similar traits. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a deathly being that attracted Todd in the first place.
"Hello, Robin!" Phantom greeted one day, eyes shimmering like the stars in his cape. "Superboy said you had something to tell me?"
Damian shifted slightly, "Yes. Are you aware of the Lazarus Pits?"
"Ah... Yes, of course. My court and I have been trying to destroy all of them. The Lazarus is corrupted ectoplasm that has been mixed with filth of all kinds." Phantom hummed.
"Filth of all kinds... Disgusting." Damian frowned, nose scrunching up at the memory that he's bathed in those pits before. "But I digress. I would like to assist in the destruction of the pits. Father and the rest of the family has fretted over my grandfather's pits for many years and we have barely grazed the surface on what the Lazarus truly was."
"I see! I was planning on asking Batman to help out on that. But since you've already asked, would you like to come to the Realms? I'm sure you can interrogate some of the ghosts your grandfather has wronged." Phantom grinned, already offering Damian a hand. He was floating, while Damian stood in the roof and stared at the hand.
It reminded him of the kryptonians. But Phantom's hand was cold and he didn't yank Damian the same way Jon often did.
No, Phantom took Damian's hand and then proceeded to hook an arm around Damian's waist, pulling him of the roof and into the air. And then they were flying into a glowing green portal that reminded Damian of the pits.
The moment they were in the infinite realms, Damian felt the overwhelming pressure of the dead. He swallowed the bile that rose from his throat as Phantom set him down on solid ground. The entire place felt eerie and strange, of course it was. This was the afterlife.
"Right, I forgot." Phantom cursed, "You're not as liminal as my family. Give me a second, baby bat." He murmured, his hand glowing green before it's gently pushed into Damian's chest. A sudden wave of warmth overtook his entire body and Damian stared at the ghost.
"I'm giving you a bit of Ecto to reduce any discomfort here in the realms. It'll flush itself out in 24 hours so don't worry about becoming overly liminal." Phantom smiled softly, before he offered his hand to Damian again. "Let's go? I have to stop by my keep to check the records of Al Ghuls victims."
"Of course."
And instead of being carried like a cat, Phantom picked him up bridal style and flew past what seemed to be floating islands and towards a large red and purple castle.
Is this was Todd feels? Damian asked himself, oddly enjoying this experience.
The moment they landedâ
"Your majesty!" A floating eyeball yelled, rushing towards them. "You've brought an outsiderâ"
"Away with you." Phantom snapped, a crown and cape of stars suddenly appearing on him. "This is Robin. Ra's Al Ghul's grandchild."
"The Demon's head..."
"Yes, now shoo." Phantom snapped, before leading Damian away from the eyeball. "I'm sorry for my Observants. They're a conservative bunch."
"You are a king?"
"Mhm... Though I don't like to advertise it. The last king was a tyrant and I defeated him a little while after my death. I never intended to be king, in all honesty. But here I am." He gestured to the crown of fire and ice and the cape of stars. His grin was strained and quite troubled but he didn't mind leading Damian towards a large room filled with bigger files.
"Now, would you like to search yourself or do you want me to have someone else do it?"
Damian grimaced at the sight. "I'd prefer for someone else to suffer."
And that's how Damian found himself touring the realms, with Phantom happily bringing Damian to the arena where a ghost named Skulker awaited them. The man was a hunter, respectful towards Phantom yet troublesome as he challenged him. Phantom looked utterly annoyed, before he turned to Damian with sparkling eyes.
"What about you, Robin?"
And then Damian was fighting everyone and everything in the realms at the behest and amusement of Phantom. The ghost king provided him with different weapons each time an enemy switched.
It's only when they returned to the land of the living that he's informed that any weapon he's used is now his.
And he has a cat with him! The ghost of a small yet ferocious kitten that had his under Phantom's cape whilst Damian and other ghosts fought to glorious battle. Phantom kindly offered her to him, naming her Astra with the star shaped pupils in her eyes.
Damian is quite sure he has fallen in love.
Damian returns to the manor, utterly awestruck and infatuated. Thankfully (unfortunately), Todd is in attendance when Phantom carries him out of the portal, still held in a bridal carry with Damian actively clinging to Phantom like he had hung the stars (maybe he did).
"Sorry if we worried you! Robin wanted to help with our Lazarus problems since it's also your problem too." Phantom quickly explains once he saw Batman's troubled expression. "Don't worry about your gifts. I'll figure out a way to make you a dimensional bag."
Damian stared, "May I visit the realms again? If you would be amendable to it."
"Of course! You're my favorite, so why wouldn't I?"
Hah! Hear that? Take that, Todd!
Phantom vanishes into his portal seconds later, leaving Damian with the most beautiful and intricated sword in his hands. Blinking quietly, he whirled around and pointed the sword at Jason, who instinctively went into a battle stance.
"You may be my brother, Todd, but if you have not married Phantom once I am of age, I shall fight for his hand in marriage himself."
(Jason knows very well that Damian isn't joking and proceeds to practically plan the most novel-esque confession to date. Jane Austen might just be proud.)
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âAstrology observationsâ



Masterlist
Not a real astrologer just my observations:)
â Aquarius moon femmes tend to be more masculine/tomboyish whether it be their personality or fashion sense they prefer loose fitting clothes. They have this nonchalantness/offstandish energy about them, they also are very sensitive and receptive to energies around them esp after one on one interactions but surprisingly do very well w online interactionsđthey could feel like their personality shines brighter online than irl
â 12th ruler in 7th natal partners could have animosity towards you esp if you prefer men they tend to have secret intentions/lives
â Sagittarius in your natal chart is where you tell the best stories, and gemini can show where others ask for advice/tell their best stories to you(and lowkey try to impress you)
âď¸ in 1st -you ARE the story, thereâs never a dull moment ,so many memories are made w you, many stories where you had to be reminded that your that GIRL/GUY⨠(esp by your guides)
âď¸ in 8th- they articulate their trauma very well, the ones that talk openly about their abuse, lots of near-death stories, surgery stories that they almost didnât make it out of, thieving stories
âď¸ in 11th- the type to bring their friends into every situation/story, most likely to do the best story time vids online, their stories can be eye opening for the collective, people love when they predict the future, stories about the future/goals of humanity, evolution stories, stories about you gaining independence(just like 1st)
âď¸ in 12th- they love to hear about your dreams and conspiracies, they love when you talk about your insecurities and spill your own secrets, your paranormal experiences and things about past lives
âď¸ in 2nd- they love to tell you how hard they work for their assets, âYou know I havenât told anyone this but I feel like I can trust you.â They donât mind telling you about their illegal activities, people have a tendency to think you took something from them, they come to you for advice on how to approach situations
âď¸ in 5th- the type to have kids come up to them and all their parents business (4th house also), the best childhood memory stories, people try to impress you w their sex stories , they come to you for advice on sex and love matters also, asking for your opinion w fashion & aesthetics, you make them want to try new thingsđĽľ
â Taurus in the 3rd/4th find it hard to leave their family/home
Cancer risings (4°16°28°) their face and body fluctuate through life but their faces tend to get rounder/fuller as they age
â Sending love out to Venus in Pisces/12th house natals yâall are what fairytales are made of𼺠just being in your presence is healing even tho they feel sometimes their deepness and devotion isnât reciprocated at times idk who needed to hear this but your loving energy transcends the physical barriers you could do a lot of energy work on the other side w/o even realizing it esp while sleepingđ§Ą
â I feel bad for Chloe because w that Gemini mars baby everybody always gonna think you doing too muchđ unti you donât do enough & theyâll still be mad
Finding out Lil uzi has a Gemini mars sent međ it reminds of them vids of their security guard trying to keep up w them while they jump all over the placeđşđ˝
â Sag moon children mom was in her hoe phase when u were conceived. Partying/traveling/drinking/learning was prominent for her at the time
Venus in natal can show you why others envy you
â in 2nd- they envy how consistently you upkeep yourself, they see how much money you put into yourself to look good, they hate how materially abundant you are, how easily you make money from your talents/assets, they envy your sugar daddy/baby energy
â in 4th- they envy how abundant your family/ancestry is, they envy your mom/your motherly skills, how easily you make a house feel like home, how rich your inner world is, your decoration sense, how easily youâll be remembered after passing/leaving home, how easily you make money from home
â in 8th- they envy how easily others trust you esp w their money & possessions, how beautifully you shed your skin in transformations, sugarbaby placement, how magnetic you are, how easily people become obsessed w you, your way of love making/showing love/spoiling others or vise versa
â in 12th- a lot of people donât even realize that they envy you/ subconsciously send you evil eye, you provoke their hidden desires(this place def has lots of people in their circle wishing on their downfall) they envy how content you are with yourself /and how youâve healed yourself , your music taste
I feel like prominent Pisces placements tend to lose their teeth more often than Capricorns, could also have dreams of teeth falling out/rotting
â Prominent Virgo in natal stay cleaning up other peopleâs đŠđ like literally tho at some point in your life youâve had to be some type of caretaker ie. animals, elderly, babies. But đŠ is more prominent/consistent in your life
But if ur a pet owner or caretaker in general you know that a lot of times the only way they can communicate whatâs going on w their body Is through their bowel movements so itâs a blessing and a curse cuz itâs not like your obsessed with đŠ (unlessđ) but you kinda have to beđ



Aphrodite in Gemini/3rd house natals have contagiously attractive laughs/smiles, delicate hand and arm movements, and beautiful hands and lips
â Every time I have prominent 8th synastry esp moon/mars we always have 𩸠sex eventually đ§đ˝ââď¸ they be feigning so bad for you that they canât wait a few more days they need it now! But they always end up saying you put a spell on them like no bro u willingly put a spell on YOURSELFđ
â 7th house mercury could attract or prefer younger/pettie people or they are seen as such, also prone to have partners w prominent anxiety
â Eros/mars in Aries/cancer/scorpio in composite charts shows lots of crying during sex but for different reasons
Aries cries because ur f*cking/sucking them so good all they can do is take it like a champ and cry happy tears đĽ˛
Cancer cries because you truly touched their soul𼺠they never thought sex could be this satisfying and comforting at the same time (healing sex like Pisces)
With scorpio itâs kinda a mixture of both w sprinkles of trauma bondingâ¨
â Venus in 8th synastry- adoring eachothers beauty marks esp the house person @ Venus , the house person usually adores the Venusâs insecurities/stuff about themselves that they never picked up on which gives the Venus person a new prospective of their beauty
â Mercury synastry can tell you how you were first introduced/heard of each other
âż in 8th- meeting while/before going through a transformational/traumatic period in your life, you could have problems w people owing you money or vise versa, catalyst for spiritual & sexual growth, meeting before/after having a major surgery
âż in 9th- meeting through college/highschool,being introduced to/by a different ethnicity friend,meeting while traveling esp abroad, catalyst in spiritual journey, meeting through religious community
âż in 4th- I have this w my mom while her âż is in my 1st so you could also share this w your parents, w cancer and Aries basically representing the womb her PUMPUM told her about međobvi she had no other choice but to learn about me I was coming weather she liked it or notđ so w 1st house synastry I feel like they were kinda forced onto you theyâre pretty hard to missđĽ´with 4th her aunts/women in her family told her she was gonna have another baby before she even knewđ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
â Jupiter in 1st synastry -even the most stubborn person would hear planet person out w this placement đ Jupiter boost house persons ego/outlook on life, planet person just makes everything look good & exciting in house person eyes
â Pluto in 11th natal- unfriending someone could really feel like a divorce lmao telling people your not friends anymore and they react so crazy like âNO I NEVER WOULDVE THOUGHTđđđâ then splittng up your assets (friends/aspirations)
â Gemini Venus-girl next door vibe people watch through your window esp w some Pluto energy on your Venus, the song âShe by Tyler the creatorâ was made about us frđ
â Taurus (2°14°26°)moons people think that they own you or that youâre some object they can use anytime they want whether it be your body or your possessions
Also having a Taurus moon could play out as feeling like you didnât get the support that you needed in ur childhood, the type to have moms that say âI put clothes on your back, food on your plate, and a pillow to lay your head and youâre telling me I didnât do enough for you??đ đ¤â like sorry I needed emotional support and understanding as a child that you couldnât give me𼲠the mom could see the child as spoiled/ungrateful esp with harsh aspects on the moon, but they could also just feel like they have a right to your possessions esp if you live in the same house what is privacy?đ
â 6th house synastry is big on planning together,the type to count down the days till they get to see e/o đĽ°
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hello! hope youâre okay after the ending, honestly I donât think any of us are.
I wanted to request a rafe x pogue reader where itâs that boat storm scene and instead of Sarah falling itâs reader and sheâs just drowning and Rafe jumps in after her. He doesnât know why he did it but he just has a soft spot for her and itâs just really angsty but also cute.
thanks! I love your account btw!
In The Sea



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A\N: thank you to everyone who has been requesting it makes me very happy xxx
You stand at the edge of the deck, clutching the railing as the boat rocks, waves rolling against the hull. The salty breeze whips your hair around your face, and the peaceful ocean sounds made you think about the current situation.
You didn't expect Rafe to save you and your friends from being arrested, much less expect him to find a boat big and resistant enough to drive you all to Morocco Africa to find the blue crown. It was truly a surprise considering you and Rafe's history.
âSo what? Are we just on our way to Africa now?â Kiara asked the group as if she couldn't believe that Rafe Cameron was willingly helping them.
âQuick little weekend trip?â She added to her previous sentence.
âWhat about Rafe? We know what he did to the cross and now we want to go after the crown with him?â You and the rest of the pogue's lips go into a thin line at the memory.
âSarah, you're his family, how do deal with himâ John B said, finding no other options.
âI don't- I don't know, I think maybe y/n might have a chance of convincing him to behave but..â she shrugged and you felt the stares of your friends burn holes through you. Your past relationship with him was a secret to nobody.
âWe- we just have to talk to him, or at least tryâ You proposed earning a frown from JJ.
âTalk to Rafe? When has he ever just communicated with us?âÂ
âTalking to him is the only option we have, but you're definitely not talking with him,â John B said and as expected everyone nodded and hummed, agreeing. JJ was in no place to talk with Rafe.
âWhy not? What did I do?â He asked, getting almost frustrated.
âWe all know you and him are far from being civil, the last thing we need is you triggering him and causing troubleâ His girlfriend, Kiara, tried to explain the easiest way but he still got defensive. After a couple of bickering from JJ and John b You finally decide to go speak with him, who was driving the boat not too far away from the deck.
âHey,â You knock on the metal and rusted door before entering and walking up to him. His eyes catch yours and there's a tension between the two of you. But Rafe only tilts his head to acknowledge you.
You swallow, feeling the weight of his stare. "We just want to talk," you say, steadying your voice as the rest of your friends beside JJ follow behind you.
âAll right let's talkâ Rafe chuckles, and itâs low, almost a whisper.Â
Your mind goes almost blank as you take him in, you haven't been this close since you were forced in the same room by Sighs men last year. You had almost forgotten how much you missed him.
âYou guys be cool I'll be coolâ His voice snapped you out of your daydream, realizing you had missed a bit of the conversation.
âSo now you want peace?â Pope leaned back and scoffed, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
âI just saved all your asses, how about a thank you?â He glanced at all of you one by one, but he only earned silence,
âListen I don't want any part of your little fairytale treasure hunt bullshit, I'm just looking for Groffâ Heâs breathing heavily, holding himself back from adding more snark,
âHey, Rafe!â Before anyone can react, JJâs fist flies through the air, cracking against Rafeâs jaw with a force that echoes.
Rafeâs head snaps back, his expression stunned for a split second before he crumples, hitting the hard metal floor. For a moment, everyone is frantic, staring at the lifeless form sprawled across the floor, his eyes closed, completely knocked out.
âholy shitâ
âJesus JJ what's your problemâ
âWhoo that felt goodâ Tired of JJ's crazy actions the girls walk away shaking their heads in disbelief until you are the only one staying behind.
JJ stands over him, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still pulsing through him as he looks down at Rafe. His fist is red, already bruising, but he doesnât seem to care.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You look at him, feeling a rush of shock mixed with panic. You fall to your knees next to Rafe and quickly look over his injuries, softly rubbing your thumb on his jaw. Â âIf he didn't do it I was going to do itâ Pope added only worsening the situation. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows at his sentence.
After the pogues agreed it was probably not a good idea to let Rafe free in case he woke up and decided to shoot you all with his âpeacemakerâ you tied him up in a small cabin. His head hung low, his wrists were bound to a stainless steel pole and his legs were uncomfortably folded beneath him. Your heart clenched at the sight of him but still decided to leave him there until he woke up.
You open the door to the cabin slowly with a tray of warmed-up canned spaghetti in hand, it wasn't the best but it was all the boat had.
âI brought you food..â You whispered before bending down to place the tray in front of him.
âgreatâ he sighed.
âI found aspirin in the medicine cabinet, I figured you'd have a headache, maybe even a concussionâÂ
âRight⌠are you gonna throw it in my mouth like a seal or somethingâ He scoffed again clearly angered,
âThey don't trust you Rafe⌠but if you do the right thing maybe they will open up a little bitâ
âI am doing the right thing! I helped youâ He tried pulling against the restraints but failed.Â
âI know okay? I know but unfortunately, I don't have a choice but to let you in here until we get there, I'm sorryâ you whispered and pushed the tray closer to him. âPlease eat,â You said and left closing the large door behind you.
For a moment you stayed behind the door listening closely. âY/N come back!â he grunts and kicks his feet on the ground. âFucking untie me please!!â he screamed and you jumped when you heard the tray you had just put down on the floor fly into the wall.
Pope leaning over the side, is the first to spot the flicker of movement beneath the water. "Guys! I see one!" exclaims, his voice a mixture of excitement and focus. He scrambles for the fishing rod, almost knocking over the tackle box in his rush.
John B is right beside him, laughing. âWe've got our dinner!" he laughs.
âGuys, this oneâs huge!â Kie giggles with the boys knowing we were all set for dinner time tonight.
You all spent the rest of the day cooking the fish you caught and preparing side dishes with some good music in the background.
Until it was time for Rafa's second meal.
You open the door carefully and his eyes catch yours, this time you don't speak, simply set the tray of seasoned salmon down in front of him.
Has you were about to close the door you hear him.
âWait, y/n. Can you please- can you give me the forkâ his tone is much softer than before so you can't deny him.Â
You get down and pick up the utensil his bound hands couldnât reach.
âThank youâ He murmured, and you barely heard him as you closed the door behind you once again.
The sky darkens ominously as thunder rumbles in the distance, low and threatening. Waves crash harder against the hull of the boat, tossing it with a force that leaves you gripping onto anything within reach. The storm monitor flashes red to show the storm coming ahead of you.
âThat's not good,â John B says.
âWe're gonna have to try to blast through it,â Pope says, not finding any better options.
âWhy can't we go south?â Kie asks genuinely.
âThe current is gonna be against us we don't have a choiceâ John B agreed even after trying to find safer options, the boat's roar has Pope push the lever controlling the engine to the max.Â
The waves make the boat shift side to side making it difficult to stay up and steady.
Another massive wave crashes over the side, drenching them all, and you lose your footing, sliding across the deck until Kie grabs your arm, pulling you back.
âHold on to somethingâ Kie yells at you pope and Sarah and you all grip onto the nearest thing.
âHey!â a distant voice echoes through the walls.
âCut me loose! Y/N! Somebody!â Rafe screamed and banged his fists on the wall.
âGet me out of here!â Everyone listens but doesn't move a finger.
âWe have to let him outâ You scramble to your feet but jerk back when Cleo grabs your wrist.
âNo!â she says trying to stop you but you pulled back.
âHe's gonna drownâ You pull open rapidly the drawers trying to find something sharp, able to cut the thick ropes wrapped around Rafe's hands.
The storm is relentless, its fury tossing you around like a rag doll as you try to reach him. Â
You cling to the railing, struggling to stay upright as the boat lurches violently, nearly sending you sprawling across the floor. Your legs buckle under you. You come crashing through the door and walk onto the water-soaked floor knife in hand.
âCut me looseâ he begs.
Crouching in front of him you began frantically cutting the rope. Your muscles burn with how much pressure you're using.
âShit,â You say when a sudden jerk of the boat makes your face come inches apart from his, lips almost touching. You don't have time to think as you regain your balance and continue cutting the bounds.
âThere! Come onâ you yelled and quickly grasped his hands to pull him up from the floor.
You both run to shelter but the boat jerks side to side even more violently,
âSomething is wrong I have to go see!âÂ
âNo!â Rafe tried holding on to you but you were already rushing away onto the deck where waves came crashing, a massive wave rose out of the dark, towering over the boat like a shadow.
You barely had time to think before it crashed down, an icy, unforgiving wall of water that slammed into you with the force of a sledgehammer. The impact was too strong and you were thrown backward, landing hard on the deck. Pain explodes through your shoulder, the wind knocks from your lungs. Dazed and gasping, you try to get up, but the boat tips again, and before you can stand, another wave strikes.
This one is worse, merciless, catching you just as you struggle to rise. Your fingers graze the edge of the railing, but the slick metal slips through your grasp. In an instant, the world spins as you are thrown away from the boat, the cold, raging ocean swallowing you whole.
The water is a shock, freezing and chaotic, disorienting you as you plunge beneath the surface. You thrash, fighting to reach the surface, lungs burning, but the waves toss you back and forth, each effort to rise met with another rush of icy water.
Back on the boat, Rafe catches a glimpse of you disappearing over the side, and his heart stops. âY/N!â he screams, panic cutting through the storm. Without a second thought, he scrambles to the railing, nearly slipping himself as he peers out into the dark, searching for any sign of you.
âWhere is she!â Sarah came rushing to her brother
âShe fell overboardâ he yells already reaching for a rope with the floating boyee. Heâs soaked, exhausted, and barely steady, but thereâs no hesitation as he jumps in after you.
âRafe no!â She screams after her brother.
A wave slams into Rafe. âY/N!!â he yells in the water as he sees you trying to stay above the water far away.
With the last of your strength, You swim faster and harder towards Rafe and reach out when you're near, fingers brushing his arm, grasping it tight. Rafe holds you with everything he has.
âI got youâ But you don't hear him in the storm.
You both hold on to each other your arms around his neck and his around your waist as the boat floats away and the night turns into a void.
âHey, open your eyes, look at meâ You feel gentle hands grasping on your face as you finally sit up coughing out the water that filled your lungs.
âThat's itâ The hands rub your back in a comforting way.
The sand is hot beneath you, warming up your skin, and with exhaustion, you fall onto Rafe's chest.
âHey you okay?â panicked, he grabs onto your shoulder and pushes you a little bit to take a good look at your face.
âYou jumped after me,â you whispered.
âOf course I didâ You look up at him, heart pounding, feeling a rush of gratitude, fear, and something deeperâsomething thatâs been smouldering beneath the surface, unspoken, for far too long. Your eyes shine with tears, not sad and not happy either but grateful.Â
His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His touch is warm, and grounding, and you feel your heart racing even faster under his gaze, intense and unreadable, like heâs seeing you for the first time.
Without another thought, you lean in, closing the space between the two of you as you press your lips to his, a spark igniting into a wildfire the moment you connect. Rafeâs surprise melts away instantly, and he kisses back, fierce and unrestrained, his hands finding your waist.
The kiss is charged, fueled by adrenaline, and a longing that neither of you can deny any longer. Your hands find his shoulders, clinging to him, grounding you in his warmth, his strength, the feel of his heartbeat thundering beneath your touch.Â
Rafeâs fingers trail up your back, sending shivers along your spine, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that speaks of everything left unspoken.
When you finally pull apart, breathless, Rafeâs forehead rests against yours, his eyes searching yours as he lets out a shaky laugh, almost in disbelief.
âYou saved my lifeâ you smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek, still feeling the warmth of his kiss lingering on your lips. âI love you, I've always loved youâ you whisper, and before you know it, you're kissing again, the ocean waves crashing nearby, the world forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other.
âI never stopped loving you,â he whispered.
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ŕłâOCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES ââ satoru gojo + breeding !
ŕ¨ŕ§ â caution, you are now watching. satoru gojo + breeding. thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown⌠(5.2K)
ŕ¨ŕ§ â rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, royalty!au, enemies to lovers (?), forbidden romance, infidelity and cheating, spit kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breast play, agoraphilia, baby trapping, oral sex (f!recieving), unprotected sex, princess + fem!reader, lord!satoru gojo.
ŕ¨ŕ§ â directorâs note. woo happy spooky season my loves. welcome back to another tteokdoroki kinktober! im excited for you to see whats in store this year, hope you enjoy this fic to start off mwah! - m.list â kinktober m.list â taglist â§
you have thirty days to get married.
being from a small town, somewhere thatâs not even on the map â you never expected your family name to carry much meaning aside from the one you carved out for yourself. let alone expect your name to come from royalty.
if you thought discovering how to be a teenager at sixteen was hard, then try discovering how to be a princess at sixteen on for size. everything youâve ever done since finding out you were royalty has been for your family. youâve kept your head down, out of the spotlight aside for the occasional appearance and charitable events. youâve studied hard, double-majoring in international relations alongside political science and diplomacy.Â
youâve prepared yourself thoroughly enough to feel ready to take the mantle of queen â especially with your grandmother planning to step down. all of your accomplishments have been leading up to this very moment â itâs so close that you can practically feel the weight of the crown on your head.Â
except thereâs one itty, bitty, little problem.
you still have to get married in thirty days. otherwise, your family title will be poached from right beneath your nose.
satoru gojo (aka public enemy number one) is the nephew of a member of parliament who just so conveniently knows genovian law better than your grandmother does. since satoru came of age before you did, and heâs lived in genovia for longer than you have, and has some random distant relative in connection to the first king â the men of parliament have decided that he too is in line for the throne.Â
especially if you, the princess, do not marry before your coronation.Â
how ridiculous is that?Â
and not only is this satoru gojo an evil, conniving, crown-stealing bastard. but heâs charming, a silver tongue wrapped around each and every one of his words. charming, like a prince (blegh) heâs also stupidly attractive. with deep sapphire blue eyes that are gorgeous enough to make the crown jewellers weak in the knees and a smile so sweet it feels like a sugar rush whenever he looks at you. thereâs something so unique about the frostiness to his soft white hair, matching his unfairly long lashes â the ones you know girls back home would kill for.Â
it angers you to know that youâd been dancing with your rival at your welcome ball, pains you to know that youâll never forget his slender fingers splayed out against the small of your back to guide your every movement. if you had been back in college (and had a few litres of hard liquor in your system), perhaps gojo would have been the type of guy youâd have snuck into the dorms for a night of fun and an NDA in the morning â your secret signed away from the paparazziâs keen eyes.Â
alas, these are very different circumstances and thereâs a lot riding on you being sensible about the situation. yet, satoru proves himself to be a problem every chance that he gets â cornering you in closets with his breath hot against your ear, trapping you against the walls while the ghost of his touch feels like heaven against your skin⌠on the staircase too, insistent on reminding you of the passionate dance you once shared.
all while youâre set to marry the duke of another country so you can keep your fucking crown (pardon the language, your highness).
suguru geto would be the perfect king consort if you managed not to mess this up. he is warm, where satoru is a flip between disastrously hot and frustratingly cold. he balances you out, a mellowness to your clumsiness whilst understanding your need for a rushed proposal and wedding. raised a gentleman, suguru is mindful of you in every action he takes. he doesnât stare too long but smiles when you think heâs not looking and heâs a wonder with your grandmother â the parents, too. his family gem (a serpentine, making you feel much like a snake) sits heavy on your ring finger, dazzling under camera flashes at your engagement dinnerâŚ. and he recognises duty and honour above anything else too.Â
if satoru is your enemy, then guilt is your friend. no matter what either of the men in your life do, you find yourself comparing their every move. when youâre with suguru your mind is away chasing the fairies, imagining the touch of another man who sets your heart alight in a cool blaze â like gasoline trickling through your veins waiting for its candle match. when youâre with satoru, all you can think about is how wrong this is. how geto doesnât deserve this. but youâre an addict without a cure, and your drug is satoru gojo and you donât see yourself ever quitting him.
you're in desperate need of a wake up call and a nicotine patch, the cocky yet lecherous air about him almost acting like a smog in your healthy and capable lungs. sometimes through the fog, you wonder if satoru knows how much he weighs heavy on your mindâ though if he did, youâd never hear the end of it.Â
the current queen tells you not to worry about the white haired man thatâs slowly freezing over the four chambers of your heart. you tell yourself that suguru geto is the only man that you need, one that could help you rule and create a beautiful and better kingdom for many years to come. geto tells you that he loves you, that he canât wait to marry you in two or three weeks time and you respond with equal (yet, faux) excitement.
perhaps thatâs why you find yourself sneaking away from this respectful, loving man to be with the one trying to ruin your life?
why are you following satoru gojo deep into the royal gardens, where the rose bushes are the only witness to your sick and twisted sins?
your back hits the jagged pattern of tree bark before your brain can catch up â causing a little wet whimper to bubble up on your pinky-peach tainted lips. the flutter of pain just beneath your skin only lasts for a second before itâs replaced by the sensation of satoruâs fingers traversing up the dips and curves of your body. he soothes you where it hurts the most, rough fingertips leaving bruising marks made with affection along your thighs and small of your back while he swallows your sweet gasps â licking into the wet cavern of your mouth to taste you.Â
âyouâre not evenâŚâ his words spill into you, adding fuel to the spark of lust beginning to form a pit in your stomach. âyouâre not even attracted to him,â he spews, surging forward like a storm knocking on your door to press his greedy spit slicked lips to yours. his tongue, syrupy and wet, intertwined with your own, filling you up and giving you something to suck on.Â
before you can even think of kissing your rival back, he retreats and takes his swollen lips with him â latching onto your neck and weaponizing his teeth against it. you gasp, your angelâs song tipping out into the rose garden while your fingers tangle in silver-moon locks and let him work against you, claiming you just below the neckline of your dress where no one will be able to see.Â
except for maybe your fiancĂŠ and only god knows how youâll be able to explain the marks to him tonight. âoh you know me, suguru. iâm way too clumsy for my own good.â youâll say, all while thinking about how the man after your crown blew your back out at your engagement party.Â
you know why satoruâs acting such a fool â taking risks that he wouldnât normally. the dress youâre wearing, the colour of his eyes, drives him fucking insane. you canât say that you didnât ask for this, like it wasnât on purpose.Â
âcanât fucking stand you,â gojo groans against your skin, nose pressed to your collarbone as he inhales the candied notes of your perfume. âbeen giving me those angel eyes all day. knowing that i canât take my fucking eyes off of you when you wear that colour, princess.âÂ
heâs insufferable, but here you find yourself at the mercy of his touch â offering up your body to satoru gojo like a sacrificial lamb as your back arches away from the tree and presses your chest into his eager strawberry tongue. it leaves a slimy track over your neck and dips between the cleavage of your dress while gojo makes his descent down to hell â tasting the shimmering crystals of salt on your skin.Â
satoru gojo belongs on his knees.Â
kneeling before you with the royal blue tule of your dress between his shaking hands. you can tell heâs trying not to rip it off of you. born to worship you. mirth weighs down his lashes and desire dances between the navy blue flecks in his sapphire eyes â he needs you so bad it might kill him. from this position he can practically smell how turned on you are, heâd recognise the mouth-watering aroma of your drooling cunt anywhere, slick gathering in the crotch of your barely there panties.Â
thereâs a depraved, royal treasure hidden between the string of fabric that runs between your juicy pussy lips â swollen and waiting to be devoured by your enemy. not that youâd ever admit that to him. âi think you should be referring to me as your queen.â you manage between ragged breaths, satoru eyeing the way your chest heaves from beneath the bust of your dress.Â
instead of responding, his head unceremoniously dips beneath your skirts and he drags a thigh over the width of his broad shoulders. âwatch your mouth,â the lord purrs salaciously as he licks up your inner thigh, the vibrations shooting straight to your swollen clit. âletâs remind you of whoâs really in charge.â the both of you feel it, the aching throb of your pussy against gojoâs lips as he wedges his face right between your thighs. you canât help but grind against him in wanton, desperate to be filled up with fingers, tongue whatever your sworn enemy has to offer up to the crown.Â
but your warmth and wetness does nothing to coax satoru into tongue fucking his way past your clenching, creaming entrance. rather, he draws his head back just a touch and rubs at your cunt like he loves you, dips his fingers just into your quivering hole and then â smack !
juices run down satoruâs arms as if heâs taken a bite into the fruit that tempted eve while he laughs in awe of just how fucking sloppy you are between your thighs. the spank to your puffy folds makes you jolt in surprise, causing you to scratch your back against the jagged tree bark.Â
âgojo!â you squeak in warning as your thighs close around his veiny hand.Â
he sticks his tongue into his cheek, smirking in amusement before prying your shaky legs apart. âthatâs not quite right, try again for me, princess...â gojo repeats the process, running between your slick folds and spanking you against them when you fail to respond. âyou know my name, baby. câmon itâs easy, iâll even say it with you. dâŚdâŚâÂ
you refuse to stoop so low, to let demeaning words escape from underneath your tongue but not having satoruâs mouth on you is like torture â just his breath against your cunt is akin to dangling a carrot in front of a starving horse. you know what that pleasure is like, you crave it and youâre not above begging no matter how royal you may be.Â
âf-fuck, daddy!â you whinge defiantly, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against the tree. satoru wastes no more time then, slotting his hot mouth against the entire length of your silken slit. the first thing he does is moan, the vibrations shooting twinges of ecstasy from your clit through the rest of your body and even reaching your head â making the world around you spin.Â
the tip of his tongue teases its way past your entrance, squirming around to brush up against pleasure spots your little fingers canât even reach. âthatâs right princess, knew you could do it. youâre not just some stuck up little girl.â the white haired lord praises, drawing back from your quivering hole â connected to you by a string of your glistening slick.Â
âshut up, just⌠put your mouth to good use.â you grunt, your hips canterint down onto gojoâs face to keep him quiet. your fingers take root in his silvery moon locks, dragging the man and his pink tongue onto your sex once more. gojo takes the hint, making your cute little clit his next victim as he rolls it between perfect rows of pearly whites and sends your eyes into the dark depths of your skull.Â
the sinful and salacious sensation provides a welcomed distraction from your responsibilities as the crown princess. if your grandmother could see you now, you know that all sheâd feel is disappointmentâ especially if she knew her granddaughter was fucking the biggest threat to the crown. and suguru, your poor fiancĂŠ â he was probably stuck mingling with guests he didnât even know, looking for your eyes in the crowd like he always did.Â
shame should be burning through your veins, not the white hot trickle of desire that youâre filled with as satoru slurps your juices from between your fat pussy lips. the needy groans he lets out against you inch down your spine, drown you in stormy waves of lust and you find yourself addicted to the bob of gojoâs head from underneath your tule skirts. youâre just so wet, pouring the royal familyâs riches, liquid gold straight into the manâs greedy mouth as he drinks you in.
your nectar glazes his cheeks and chin in a devilish shine, brighter than the crown set to sit atop your head â his mouth barely parts from your ravaged and swollen romping as if heâs married to eating you out, tongue licking you up and down before your juices even have a chance to drip to the ground. you can only imagine what would happen if the press found out, your life would be over and so would satoruâs. but you donât care, because every second that gojo spends between your thighs dragging you to orgasm is worth it. every single time.Â
he grips at your ass, pulling you back onto his tongue as it flickers in and out of you. the whole ordeal is disgusting and delightful and you never want it to end. pleasure mounts high within you, evident in the shakiness of your gripes and grouses, lust laden in its tune.Â
âs-satoruâŚsatoru. iâm gonna⌠gâna fuckinâ cum!â a high pitch squeal tears in your throat like music to gojoâs ears â now working relentlessly to get you off just like you need. he doesnât care if heâs suffocating, at least heâll die a happy man between the thighs of a princess.Â
he chuckles against your sex. âsuch a dirty mouth for such a proper lady.â the lord says as if heâs a scolding you.
but you can barely hear him, for static rings in your ears as your body loses the war to your orgasm. your release bubbles up on his tongue like the fresh pop of champagne, while your brain fizzles and clears itself of all logical thought. guilt is replaced by bouts of lust, making you realise that this cycle of avoiding and fucking gojo will never end. youâre too addicted to him and heâs too obsessed with you, as long as things remain that way â sex with him will always be on the agenda.Â
you canât promise yourself, your grandmother or suguru that this will be the last time.Â
dopamine dances across gojoâs brain as he drinks in the tangy-honey flavour of your release, letting it splatter against his puffy lips as they encircle your clit to prolong your orgasm. you gush as if youâre a rushing erotic river, spilling into satoruâs earnest mouth while he licks you clean with wanton.
âlook at that⌠oh look at you. cumming for me already.âÂ
âf-fuck you.â
âfuck me?â he smirks, making your gut lurch with wanton. âfuck you. iâm the one thatâs working on it, princess.â satoru slowly rises to his feet, licking a nasty spit-slicked trail from your hole to the cleavage peeking out from underneath your dress. he doesnât even stand to his full height, his large frame towering over you as he yanks down the front of your dress to lick and suck and play with your breasts until you canât tell whatâs up or down anymore.
his perfect teeth graze a pert nipple which makes you gasp and cry, loosely looping your arms around satoruâs neck while his ravaging mouth works your sensitive breasts, even going as far to swipe his tongue over the spot where each one meets your ribcage. he doesnât leave any marks, youâre not his to keep. large and rough hands replace the warmth of his mouth on you to toy with your mounds of flesh â pinching and pulling as satoru kisses you senseless. you groan at the taste of your slick on his tongue and salt of your skin as well, tugging him closer so that thereâs no space between your heated bodies.Â
âdonât cry,â satoru comments softly against your swollen, cherry-bitten lips â cupping your face between his fingers. blinking slowly, you allow your frenzied brain the chance to catch up to reality and you donât realise the tears that wet your cheeks until he points them out. why are you even crying? âyouâre too pretty for that.â his compliments do nothing to clear the lustful, confused fog settling over your mind like a dark cloud so you follow your bodyâs instincts and reach for the metal clasp on his belt.Â
nimble fingers make their way down the front of gojoâs dress pants and he hisses at the quick pumps of his perfectly hard cock before youâre dragging up your skirts and guiding him towards your entrance. âbaby, waitââ
you push his pants down enough to let his erection spring free, pulsing with need and standing at full mast against the cotton blouse covering his tummy. âi need you.â you sniff, dropping your panties to your ankles. âplease.âÂ
the thing about sex with satoru is that it never feels like just sex. he tenderly hikes the meat of your thigh over his slender hips, lets his dribbly, sticky cockhead twitch forward and ease past the salaciously slick barriers of your empty hole, and presses your bodies so close together that you think you might forget how to breathe. satoru makes love to you each and every time â and itâs terrible.Â
like eating too much sugar or indulging in a bad smoking habit. youâre not supposed to be in love with him and the way he fucks up into you, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis even with all of the fabric in the way. âdonât cry for him, f-fuck,â the both of you look down, your pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy swallowing his lengthy shaft whole â catching on the ridges of each blue vein spiralling around him. âcry for me, princess. iâm the one thatâs ruining you.âÂ
with his forehead pressed to yours, silver hair matted down by the line of perspiration against it â satoru braces a hand against the tree above your head and sets stream to his passionate thrusts, fluid like water under a bridge. itâs not fair, how wrong this is and how good it feels to have gojo lick over the parts of you he would bite down on if you were his. your pulse point, your neck, the spot just under your ear thatâs way too sensitive for your own good. it should be suguru fucking you like this, your fiancĂŠ.Â
yet, thereâs no room for self-loathing and despair between the rough tree and satoru gojo above you. nothing aside for the thick curtain of lust that protects you from prying eyes in the rose garden, floral scents twisting with the raw, aphrodisiac-like smell of sex and sweat while he pounds away at your swollen pussy, grinding his cock wetly against the sweet spots dotted along your ribbed walls.Â
âi should put a baby in you,â he says suddenly, just barely audible over the wet pap, pap, pap of your sexes working together. embarrassment burns bright under the surface of your cheeks because youâre that wet and itâs that loud, the remainders of your previous orgasm making it easier for satoruâs cock to glide in and out of you. âleave you with a little gift. a present â reminder of our time together, yeah?â he knows that heâs not making any sense, leaving his confession behind sex and sultry words. he would never admit to how much he loves you, heâs already ruined you enough. heâs already taken more than enough from you too. âiâll get to the crown either fuckinâ way.âÂ
satoru talks with his dick and you fucking like it, squeezing the damn daylights out of him. he can barely pull back with you locked down on like that, his seedy tip snug between your ruined folds â clinging into him by viscous ropes of your last orgasm and freshly formed globs of his white hot precum. âyou like that, donât you princess?â he coos down to you condescendingly, picking up the pace of his hips as he rams into you mercilessly. the tree shakes from the force, sprinkling pretty and innocent petals over you both. âyou wanna make me a daddy? my queen? give me a little prince or princess.â
âfuck yes, satoru!â nodding your head with wanton, you press yourself into his neck and squeeze him close by the ass cheeks so the only place your lover can go is deeper. you want to be able to feel him in your guts, hot in your womb like an iron rod â anything to forget the trickle of betrayal filling you up like a glass of wine. âi want it, i want itâŚi wantââ
you cut yourself of with an abrasive sob, as you moan your agreements. i want you. you feel the words on the tip of your tongue, drowned out by the slippery sounds of sex and creaking tree trunk. youâve never wanted anyone as much as youâve wanted satoru gojo.
but heâs the wrong person, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.Â
âi know you do, i know,â you can feel gojo move to slobber over your chest, pacifying his whistle tone whimpers with your nipples bouncing in his mouth. he looks up at you with vacant cerulean eyes that shimmer like the skies above, the crude mix of your arousals slinging at the point at which your bodies join. âtell me how much you love daddyâs cock, princess.âÂ
he goads because he craves your attention. satoru can feel you slipping from between his fingers, the guilt that rolls off of you in waves as he languidly rams into your cunt. heâs asking a lot of someone whoâs too stimulated, too fucked out to speak â your tongue barely staying in your mouth.Â
âsatoâ!â
âcâmon⌠answer me, fuck, there we go.â
thatâs when he hikes you up in his arms, lifting you a little to feverishly thrust up into you â dragging you closer to another high. your nails dig deep into his taut ass, nudging his dick against your g-spot. suguru would never be this rough with you, would never want to fuck you so good that the pleasure hurts.
shaking your head, your eyes glisten but the denial doesnât stop small streams of arousal from squirting out and webbing against gojoâs soft pubes. âi-i canât! i donâtââ satoru bites down on your nipple, hard, cutting through your train of blurry thought. âi loveâŚh-him!âÂ
you love your fiancĂŠ, but you both know thatâs a lie.
âyeah, sure you do. thatâs why your pussyâs hugginâ my cock so tight. you donât wanna let me go, baby.â even while heâs a mess for you, your rival still finds it in him to be such an egotistical prick. you canât even tell him that heâs wrong, because you never ever want to be without satoru, without this immensely overwhelming feeling of ecstasy fluttering through your entire body. itâs all too much, heâs too much, stretching you wide and filling you with the love (and cum) you should be getting from suguru.Â
thunder cracks above your head, lightning flashes through the trees as if the higher power up above is bearing witness â growing distraught at your sins. itâs not long before the heavens open up on you both and your sweaty, sex slicked bodies are doused in rain. but it doesnât stop you, doesnât stop satoru from dragging down your bottom lip to lovingly spit into your mouth.Â
he kisses you as if itâs not enough, rocking his hips into you so he can bully your insides and mark them with his pre. âbet heâs lookinâ for you right now, hm? his precious wife to beâŚdrenched in my cum ân drenched in the rain.â satoru heaves, letting the patter of the rain drown out the sound of his tightening balls slapping against your ass. âbet he wishes he could fuck you like i do.âÂ
you canât tell if itâs the tears of guilt and longing or the rain that blurs your vision. âh-he doesnât get to!â you cry like a dirty porn-star, hardly becoming of a soon to be queen. âo-only you!âÂ
âonly me, hm? iâm flattered.â he seems elated, hiding his flushed face and happy smile in the junction between your neck and shoulder. his wet hair tickles your skin. âtoo bad he doesnât know his princess comes used and abused between her pretty legs, huh?â
the rain is cold against your skin, seeping through your clothes, ruining your makeup â but the way satoru licks up your hot streaky tears and the droplets of water against your skin as if to sooth you⌠the way he does it fills you with warmth.Â
your limbs become heavy from your water-logged clothes and exhaustion, your whole body slumped against satoruâs strength but you still manage to rake your nails down his back as if you canât be any closer. gojo doesnât let your hips run from his either. his mind races, stuck on the idea of asking you to run away with him because he canât just let you go back to geto. not again.Â
he canât let you marry someone youâre not in love with.Â
it would be selfish of him to ask you to stay, even when you wrap your legs around him and have him plug up your tiny little hole with sticky white. he sees it in your eyes how much you care for him, even through the rain. heâs ruining you, from the inside out, knocking the crown from your head and he hates it.
âdaddy loves this pussy,â he wishes for the moment to last forever, but youâre already so close â crying from every hole, suffocating his throbbing cock. neither of you can hold back. âhe loves you. i love you.â
the confession nearly tears your world in two â but itâs all you need to hear before everything comes crashing down on you. âi-i love you!â you tell him, wailing the words loud and proud as you release on him for a second time, gushing obscene amounts against gojoâs tummy smooshed up on your clit. âsatoâ! satoru! cum with me, cum inside me!â scratching down his back and screwing your eyes shut, you tilt your head up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.Â
the taste of salt on your cupidâs bow throws gojo over the edge too â his cockhead pours viscous white directly into your womb. âfuuuck, youâre so good princessâŚâ and even though you know you should tell him to pull out, you donât want him too. you want his baby, want his cum, want him always. even if thatâs greedy of you.âfuckinâ take itâŚtake all of me. all of that cumâs for you.â he slurs, beyond brainless.
lewd clapping noises echo between your bodies like the thunder up above as satoru fucks you through the rest of your highs, nose nudging your cheeks tenderly to soothe your tears. moaning, and crying against one anotherâs swollen lip. when his slow grinds come to a stop and your breathing recovers, the white haired lord gently sets you back in the ground â tenderly helping you to fix your drenched clothes back into place.Â
your thighs are completely bruised and his back is completely torn up. the last marks youâll ever leave with each other.
âso aboutââ
âwe⌠we canât do this anymore, satoru.â you say almost immediately, shaky as if youâre in the verge of panic.Â
for the first time since you started doing this, sneaking off with one another, gojo notices the glint on your ring finger. and you feel the very same weight of that ring.Â
he shrugs you off, pulling up his pants and smirking. âthatâs what you said last timeâ
âno satoru, i mean it now. we canât.â itâs like youâve come to your senses, realised the gravity of it all and whatâs at stake. thirty days to get married, thirty days to become queen. âiâm going to become queen, your queen, in a matter of weeks and to do that i need to be married to him. i canât mess this up. we have to stop.â
âbut you donât even want him,â he growls like a petulant child, roaring above the rain that cascades down on you both. âyou want me. i want you. who gives a fuck about anything else?â
âduty gives a fuck! i have to marry him!â
throwing his hands up in defeat, satoru steps towards you, loud and intimidating, and you step back towards the tree. âyou canât even say his fucking name.âÂ
âhis name is suguru geto and i will marry him because you forced me to.â you spit, going toe to toe with him â chest heaving but tight from your heart break. âif you and your stupid higher ups had just stayed out my way. maybe there could have been a chance for us. but they didnât and here we are and duty freaking calls, gojo.âÂ
you storm off shortly after, be before he can see you cry again (for real this time). from his place hidden in the royal gardens, gojo watches sullenly as you approach your grandmother and fiancĂŠ â the elder queen disappointed in your current state and suguru clearly worried that the rain might make you catch a cold.Â
the perfect alibi to cover up the fact that youâd just fucked satoru gojo.Â
but the entire time, you never look back.Â
you donât even look at gojo â and thatâs how he knows you meant it. you always look back, always look for him in the crowd.Â
the knowledge hits him like a strike of lightning. heâs royally fucked up â youâre marrying for the crown, all because of him. and thereâs no room for loving when youâve got the weight of the nation on your shoulders.
ę° end. â all rights reserved Š tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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No because girl you NEEDDDDDD to elaborate on this -> Soulmate AU. Poly!141 x neurodivergent!reader <- I will die happily
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You didnât think that youâd get this far in life, many reasons spring to mind but the main one is youâre a little different than most people. You canât cope with certain things and struggle with change. You remember growing up your family would brush off your âissuesâ and say to just deal with it. How little they understood you.
Moving out was the best decision you ever made, the only change you have ever been happy about. It was necessary and would make your life so much easier on a level only you could understand. You could set up your space the way you like it, the way you need it. And with just you, no one would mess with your stuff just to see you loose it as it was âfunnyâ or move things to suit them better.
This way, you could live in peace.
Task force 141 had just finished a successful mission, camping out in one of the many secret safe houses as they waited for further instructions when they had sent Johnny to the shop for supplies. Thatâs where he saw you, in a Sainsburyâs supermarket of all places, headphones tight over your ears to block out the world while you tried to decide if the extra two, ninety-nine was worth it or not for the soothing lavender face mask you wanted.
Johnny was quick to subtly snap a picture of you and even go as far as to follow you home before bolting it back to the guys to tell them heâd finally found you. Their last soulmate.
As soon as Johnny showed them the image of you, that was it for them. They had to have you. A burning need coursing through their veins, pumping around their bodies. Nothing would ever be enough until they had you in their arms.
But as said and as they observed themselves, you donât cope with change.
So they had to situate themselves into your life slowly, one by one.
Johnny and Simon moved in next door to you, and lived there for seven months slowly getting to know you and obviously spying on you. They gradually began to understand you and your cute quirks. They know that you eat the same thing for dinner every night, you use the same plate or bowl and wash it straight after use to make sure it is ready for next time.
You have one set of cutlery, one glass and one mug. Two pillows though you only sleep on one and use the other to hug to sleep. And to top it all off you have one recliner chair and one massive beanbag chair that makes you feel like youâre being hugged tight each time you sit on it. It gives you the deep pressure therapy you desperately need at times.
The guys found your habits strange at first but the more time they spent with you, the more they began to understand you. Understand your need for order, for repetition. And they had experienced first hand what happens when change was forced into your safe space.
Johnny had the bright idea to gift you a set of cutlery a few weeks ago so when he and Simon came round for dinner as they did every Thursday for the past four months, they didnât have to bring cutlery and plates from their own place, it would already be there.
Simon said it was a bad idea but he couldnât say no to Johnny, not with how happy he looked while he picked out some pretty baby blue plates and silver cutlery with little mushrooms painted at the end. He boasted to Simon about how much youâd love them while they stood in the queue to pay.
He was wrong.
After dinner was cooked you plated up the food no problem thinking the pretty plates were from their house. Then you opened the kitchen drawer only to hear the clutter and smash of cutlery rubbing together. The sound made a ringing pierce your ears, your hands reaching up to cover them. It was like nails on a chalkboard to you. The sound you heard making you panic beyond measure, your breathing out of control as you slid to your knees.
Johnnyâs smile dropped and he sprung into action using the deep pressure therapy you had told him about with your beanbag chair. Simon was quick to removed the extra plates and cutlery from where Johnny had put them and take them back to their place before returning ready to help. He knew heâd need to call John and let him know you had had an episode, but helping you came first.
So you liked constant repetition. If it made you happy, that was absolutely fine with them.
Kyle got himself hired as a barista at your favourite cafe, he learned your usual and practiced at home to make sure every morning when you stopped by on the way to work to drink your coffee and sit with your laptop for twenty minutes, youâd have the perfect drink. He made absolutely sure that it tasted the same every single time. No change.
After a couple of months of smiles and waves here and there he finally got you to open up. Baby steps. A little at a time and now Kyle was taking his twenty minute break at your table while you typed up something for work. You always worked so hard. But he managed to get a few sentences out of you each time and it made his heart sing.
And last but not least, John became your new boss after your last one mysteriously got caught for money laundering. Mr Price was an amazing boss, he didnât ask for much and was always giving you big opportunities that youâd only ever dreamed of. You had been promoted twice since he became the CEO.
You were now executive editor under him as the chief editor at one of the best publishers in the country. Pirons Classics, number two in the UK and number four in the World. To say the guys were proud that you worked there in the first place was an understatement. Their smart girl.
He called you sweet nicknames and brought you lunch everyday. The same thing, a pesto and cheese sandwich and a snack of your choosing from the vending machines. You donât remember when it started but you were always too shy to say anything so it became a regular thing.
If you were to sit and think real hard about the situation you would realise how changes had been introduced into your life ever since the four of them appeared. But they were subtle changes and you genuinely couldnât remember a time when these changes werenât normal. On top of that, these four men were the only people besides yourself, that you felt comfortable, relaxed and content around.
So for the first time you donât sit and think, for the first time you just let it happen and you donât notice the difference.
Johnny and Simon were more involved with you than the other two. They were the closest to you currently with the status of your best friends which Johnny most certainly bragged to the other two about. You had known them for almost a year now and they didnât exactly hide their romantic relationship but didnât exactly flaunt it either.
You had found it kinda hot when you saw them kiss and even though it was unusual for you, you luckily managed to keep your mouth shut about it.
You had no idea they had noticed.
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Silent Night, Whispered Secrets
Christmas Special đ
Yunjin x Male Reader
word count: 4.5K words

The office is eerily quiet on Christmas Eve, with only the soft hum of your computer and occasional clicking of the keyboard breaking the silence. Most of your coworkers left hours ago to start their holiday celebrations, but you're still here finishing up year-end reports. The only other person crazy enough to still be working is Yunjin, whose office is just down the hall from yours.
You've known Yunjin for the two years you've worked at the company. She started a few months before you and helped show you the ropes when you first joined. You hit it off right away, drawn to her quick wit and infectious laugh. She's the kind of person who can find humor in even the most mundane office situations, making even boring meetings more bearable with her subtle eye rolls and whispered commentary.
Physically, Yunjin is absolutely your type, though you've tried not to think about her that way given your professional relationship. She has a classic beauty about her, with delicate features framed by stylish glasses that give her a sexy librarian vibe. Her lips are full and naturally pouty, the kind that make you wonder what they'd feel like pressed against yours. She typically dresses conservatively for the office in blazers and pencil skirts, but you can tell she has a slim, petite figure with small breasts that suit her frame perfectly.
The sound of heels clicking on the tile floor pulls you from your thoughts. Looking up, you see Yunjin leaning against your doorframe, her jacket discarded and the top button of her white blouse undone.
"Still at it?" she asks with a sympathetic smile. "You know Santa won't come if you're still awake doing spreadsheets."
You can't help but chuckle. "Pretty sure Santa skips over office buildings anyway. What's your excuse for still being here?"
"Same as you probably - trying to get everything wrapped up before the holiday break." She walks into your office and perches on the edge of your desk, something she's done countless times during your friendly chats. "But I'm officially taking a break and you should too. We've been at this for hours."
The familiar scent of her perfume - something light and floral - wafts over as she settles next to you. You realize she's right about needing a break; your eyes are starting to blur from staring at the screen.
"Yeah, you're probably right," you concede, leaning back in your chair. "Most of this can wait until after Christmas anyway."
"Exactly! Speaking of Christmas..." She swivels to face you more directly, crossing her legs. "What are your plans? Big family gathering?"
"Pretty much the usual - heading to my parents' place tomorrow morning. Mom always goes overboard with the decorations and Dad pretends to complain about it while secretly loving every minute." You smile thinking about your family's traditions. "What about you?"
"Similar, minus the over-the-top decorations. Though my mom does make enough food to feed a small army." She pauses, seeming to consider something before asking, "Will your girlfriend be joining you?"
The question catches you off guard. In all your conversations, she's never directly asked about your relationship status before. "No girlfriend to bring along," you answer honestly. "Flying solo this holiday season."
"Really?" Her eyebrows raise slightly above her glasses frames. "I find that hard to believe. A guy like you, single at Christmas?"
There's something different in her tone now, a slight flirtatiousness that makes your pulse quicken. "What do you mean a guy like me?" you ask, playing along.
She adjusts her glasses in that adorable way she does when she's about to say something bold. "Oh, you know... Smart, funny, easy on the eyes." Her lips curve into a playful smile. "The kind of guy who probably has women fighting over who gets to kiss him under the mistletoe."
Your mouth goes dry as you process this shift in dynamic. Is Yunjin actually flirting with you? After two years of carefully maintained friendship?
"Funny, I was just thinking the same about you," you reply, testing the waters. "Surprised you don't have a line of guys waiting to take you home for the holidays."
She laughs softly, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "Maybe I'm waiting for the right guy to ask." Her eyes meet yours with unmistakable intent now. "Someone who already knows me... understands me..."
The air between you feels charged with possibility. You've imagined moments like this before but always pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to complicate your friendship or work relationship. But now, with her looking at you like that...
"Yunjin..." you start, not quite sure what you're going to say.
She slides off your desk and extends her hand to you. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
You don't hesitate for a second, turning off the computer and getting up from your chair. Your heart pounds as you take her hand, letting her lead you out of your office and down the darkened hallway. Her fingers are soft and warm interlaced with yours. She guides you past the break room and copy area to a section of the building you rarely visit.
"Where are we going?" you ask, though you're happy to follow her anywhere at this point.
"Somewhere private," she answers mysteriously. "Where we can talk without worrying about security cameras."
She leads you into what appears to be a storage room, flicking on a small lamp that casts a warm glow over boxes of office supplies and forgotten furniture. It's cozy in an odd way, like a secret hideaway.
Yunjin turns to face you, still holding your hand. Her cheeks are slightly flushed and you can see her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
"I need to tell you something," she says. "Something I've wanted to say for a long time but never had the courage."
You squeeze her hand encouragingly, heart racing with anticipation.
"I have feelings for you," she continues. "Real feelings, beyond friendship. I think I have for a while now but I was afraid to admit it, afraid of ruining what we have. But being here tonight, just the two of us... I couldn't keep pretending anymore."
The confession hangs in the air between you for a moment before you respond. "Yunjin, I had no idea you felt that way. I mean, I've definitely thought about you like that but I always told myself it was just a crush, that it would pass..."
"And did it? Pass?" she asks softly.
You shake your head. "No. If anything, it got stronger the more I got to know you. You're amazing, Yunjin. Smart and funny and beautiful... I love how you can make me laugh even on the worst days. How you always remember little details about things I've told you. How passionate you get when talking about things you care about..."
She steps closer, reaching up to touch your face. "We've been through a lot together, haven't we? All those late nights working on projects, lunch breaks spent venting about difficult clients, celebrating each other's wins..."
"Yeah," you agree, letting your free hand rest on her waist. "I guess it's natural that feelings would develop. We just... fit."
"We do," she whispers, then rises on her tiptoes to press her lips to yours.
The kiss is gentle at first, tentative, as if you're both still afraid of crossing this line. But then she sighs against your mouth and something ignites between you. Your arms wrap around her waist as hers circle your neck, pulling each other closer as the kiss deepens.
Her lips are even softer than you imagined, moving against yours with growing passion. You can taste mint on her breath, like she'd been preparing for this possibility. The thought makes you smile against her mouth.
"What?" she asks, pulling back slightly.
"Nothing," you murmur, trailing kisses along her jaw. "Just happy."
She tilts her head to give you better access to her neck, letting out a small moan when you find a sensitive spot. "Mmm... want to know what would make me happy?"
"Tell me," you breathe against her skin.
"Letting me give you your Christmas present." Her hands slide down your chest as she speaks.
You pull back to look at her, seeing desire burning in her eyes behind those sexy glasses. "What kind of present?"
Instead of answering, she starts unbuttoning her blouse, revealing smooth pale skin and a simple white bra underneath. Your breath catches as she reaches behind to unhook it, letting the garment fall away.
You can't take your eyes off Yunjin's exposed chest as she straddles your lap in the dimly lit storage room. Her breasts are small, almost flat against her slim frame, but they're absolutely perfect to you. Each one is barely a handful, topped with delicate pink nipples that have hardened in the cool air. The sight makes your mouth water with desire.
"I know they're not much to look at," she says shyly, noticing your intense gaze. "Most guys prefer bigger..."
You silence her self-consciousness by cupping both small mounds in your hands, feeling their subtle weight. "These are exactly what I want," you tell her firmly. "Perfect little tits that fit my hands just right."
She shivers as you run your thumbs over her nipples, watching them stiffen further under your touch. The rosy buds stand out proudly now, begging to be sucked. You lean forward slowly, maintaining eye contact as you take one peak between your lips.
"Ohhh..." Yunjin moans softly as you begin to suckle her breast. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you against her chest as you worship her sensitive flesh.
You alternate between gentle suction and firm licks, paying attention to how she responds. When you graze your teeth lightly across her nipple, her whole body trembles and she lets out a gasp. You do it again, a bit firmer this time, and are rewarded with a breathy "Yes..."
Your hands knead her small breasts as you continue lavishing attention on her nipples. Despite their size, or perhaps because of it, they seem incredibly sensitive. Every touch, every lick, every gentle bite makes her squirm and moan in your lap.
You pull back slightly to admire your work - her nipples are now swollen and deep pink from your ministrations. "So responsive," you murmur, blowing cool air across the wet peaks and watching them tighten further. "I love how sensitive these little tits are."
"Only for you," she whimpers as you dive back in, this time taking as much of her small breast into your mouth as possible. There's something incredibly arousing about being able to almost fit the entire mound between your lips.
You suck firmly while massaging her other breast, feeling her nipple press hard against your palm. Her hips begin to rock subtly in your lap as her arousal builds. The movement makes your already hard cock throb with need, but you're determined to thoroughly worship these perfect little tits first.
Moving to her neglected breast, you trace circles around the areola with your tongue before capturing the straining nipple between your teeth. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as you apply just enough pressure to toe the line between pleasure and pain.
"Oh god," she pants, grinding more insistently against you now. "That feels so good... I never knew my breasts could be this sensitive..."
You hum against her flesh, the vibrations making her shudder. Your hands slide around to grip her ass, helping guide her movements as she rocks in your lap. Each roll of her hips makes her small breasts sway slightly, a hypnotic sight that has you alternating between watching and tasting.
"Such perfect little tits," you murmur between licks and kisses. "Love how they bounce... love how responsive they are... love how they fit in my mouth just right..."
Your praise seems to turn her on even more. She arches her back, pressing her chest more firmly against your face as you continue your oral assault on her sensitive peaks. Her breathing becomes more ragged with each passing minute.
You bring your hands back to her breasts, squeezing them together so you can move back and forth between nipples more easily. The sight of her small mounds pressed together, topped with those pretty pink nipples, is incredibly erotic. You lap at both peaks simultaneously, making her cry out.
"Please," she whimpers, though you're not sure what she's begging for. You respond by sucking harder, drawing one taut nipple deep into your mouth while pinching and rolling the other between your fingers.
Her whole body is trembling now as you continue your relentless attention. You can feel how wet she is through her panties as she grinds against your lap, seeking friction. The combination of your mouth on her sensitive breasts and the pressure against her clit seems to be driving her wild.
"I think..." she gasps, clutching your head tighter. "I think I might... from just this..."
The revelation that she might cum just from breast play spurs you on. You double your efforts, sucking and licking and nibbling at her swollen nipples while your hands massage the soft flesh of her small breasts. Her movements become more erratic as she chases her pleasure.
"That's it," you encourage between sucks. "Let go for me... show me how sensitive these perfect little tits are..."
With a sharp cry, she does just that. Her body goes rigid in your lap as waves of pleasure wash over her, triggered by nothing more than your mouth on her breasts. You continue gently sucking and licking through her orgasm, prolonging the sensation until she weakly pushes your head away, too sensitive to take any more.
"I've never..." she pants, looking down at you with wide eyes. "That's never happened before..."
You press soft kisses to her flushed chest, admiring how her nipples are now deep red and slightly swollen from your attention. "Just proves what I said - these are perfect."
With a smile Yunjin slides down your body with a hungry look in her eyes, her delicate fingers work at your belt buckle as she settles between your legs, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Now I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," she purrs, finally freeing your throbbing cock from its confines. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight. "So big..." she whispers, wrapping her small hand around your shaft.
You groan at the first contact, already rock hard from getting her off with just breast play earlier. She starts with slow, exploratory strokes, learning the feel of you. Her other hand cups your balls gently, rolling them between her fingers as she studies your reactions.
"Tell me if it's good, okay?" she asks softly, her hot breath ghosting over your tip. "I want this to be the best you've ever had."
Before you can respond, she leans forward and drags her tongue from base to tip in one long, slow lick. Your cock twitches in her grip as she swirls her tongue around the head, gathering the bead of precum that's formed there.
"Mmm," she hums, savoring the taste. "Already so excited for me..."
She continues teasing you with her tongue, tracing the prominent veins along your shaft and paying special attention to the sensitive spot just under the head. Her hand keeps up a steady stroking motion, spreading her saliva along your length.
When she finally takes you into her mouth, you have to fight not to thrust up into that wet heat. She starts shallow, just sucking on the tip while her tongue works against the underside. Her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the task, clearly enjoying herself.
"Fuck, that feels good," you groan as she gradually takes more of you in. Her mouth is so hot and wet, and the suction is perfect. She hums in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through your cock.
One hand wraps around what doesn't fit in her mouth yet, working in tandem with her lips and tongue. The other continues massaging your balls, occasionally trailing lower to tease your perineum. The dual stimulation has your toes curling.
She pulls off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. "I love how hard you are," she says, pumping you with both hands now. "Love feeling you throb in my mouth..."
Before you can respond, she's diving back down, taking you even deeper this time. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of your shaft as she bobs her head, building a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the room, obscenely erotic.
You thread your fingers through her hair, not guiding her movements but just wanting to touch her. She moans around your cock in response, the vibrations making you groan. Her pace picks up slightly, switching between deep sucks and focusing on the sensitive head.
"Just like that," you encourage as she finds a particularly good rhythm. "Your mouth feels fucking amazing."
She pulls back again, this time to focus solely on your tip while her hands work your shaft. Her tongue swirls around the head before flicking rapidly against the frenulum, making your hips jerk. "Want to taste every inch of you," she murmurs before taking you deep again.
This time she doesn't stop until you hit the back of her throat. She holds there for a moment, swallowing around you, before pulling back for air. Strings of saliva connect her lips to your cock as she gasps.
"So fucking hot," you groan, watching her catch her breath. Your cock twitches in her grip, achingly hard from her skilled attention.
She smiles up at you before diving back in, this time maintaining eye contact as she works you over. The sight of her pretty lips stretched around your girth while she stares up at you with lust-filled eyes is almost too much.
Her technique varies between long, slow sucks taking you as deep as she can manage, and focusing on the tip with quick flicks of her tongue. She seems to delight in finding what makes you moan loudest, repeating movements that get the biggest reactions.
"Getting close?" she asks during another brief break, her hand never stopping its stroking motion. When you nod, she smiles. "Good. I want to taste your cum... want to swallow every drop..."
The dirty talk combined with her renewed oral assault has you right on the edge. She seems to sense this, doubling her efforts. One hand pumps your shaft while the other gently squeezes your balls. Her mouth focuses on your sensitive head, sucking firmly while her tongue works the underside.
"Fuck, I'm about to cum!" you growl, staring down at Yunjin's face as she works your throbbing cock with her skilled mouth. Her designer glasses are slightly fogged up from her heavy breathing, adding an irresistibly naughty librarian vibe to her cock-hungry expression. Those plump, glistening lips stretch obscenely wide around your thick shaft as she bobs her head with expert precision.
Rather than slow down at your warning, she doubles her efforts - taking you even deeper into her hot, eager mouth. Her full, pouty lips form a perfect seal around your cock as she sucks harder, her tongue dancing and swirling along your sensitive length. Drool runs down your balls as she services you with single-minded determination, the wet sloppy sounds of her enthusiastic sucking filling the room.
You reach down to tangle your fingers in her silky hair, accidentally knocking her glasses slightly askew. She doesn't miss a beat, continuing to worship your cock while reaching up to adjust them with one hand. The intellectual look of her wire-rimmed frames contrasts deliciously with the absolutely filthy things she's doing with that talented mouth.
Her crimson lipstick is completely ruined now, smeared all over your cock in scarlet streaks. The sight of those perfect dick-sucking lips wrapped around you, combined with her sultry gaze behind those sexy glasses, has your balls drawing up tight. She must sense how close you are because she takes you impossibly deeper, until you feel the back of her throat squeezing your sensitive cockhead.
Her nose presses against your pelvis as she deep-throats you with practiced ease, her glasses fogging up even more from her heavy breathing. The rippling sensation of her throat muscles working around your length finally pushes you over the edge.
"Fuuuuck!" you roar as your orgasm hits like a freight train. Your cock pulses violently, shooting thick ropes of hot cum directly down her eager throat. She moans in satisfaction around your spurting length, continuing to suck and swallow rhythmically as you empty yourself into her hungry mouth. Not a single drop escapes those perfect cock-hungry lips.
Even after you're completely drained, she keeps gently nursing on your sensitive head, her tongue lapping up every last trace of cum. Only when you're trembling from overstimulation does she finally release you with an obscene pop. Your cock emerges glistening with her saliva, still twitching occasionally.
She looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes behind her slightly steamed glasses, licking those full, swollen lips with obvious satisfaction. A thin strand of saliva and cum still connects her mouth to your cock. "Mmm, fucking delicious," she purrs, her voice slightly hoarse from taking you so deep. She gives your softening length one final kiss before sitting back on her heels.
Your legs feel weak as you watch her run her tongue over her lips again, savoring your taste. Her ruined lipstick smeared across her mouth and chin. Combined with her messy hair, fogged glasses, and the hungry look in her eyes, she's the perfect picture of debauchery.
"That was incredible," you manage to say once you catch your breath. She just grins wickedly, clearly proud of her cock-sucking skills. And rightfully so - you've never had your dick sucked with such enthusiasm and expertise before.
"I love the way you taste," she says, running one finger along her bottom lip while pushing her glasses back up her nose. "And the way your big cock feels stretching my mouth open. Makes me so fucking horny." To emphasize her point, she brings both hands up to her small breasts, squeezing them firmly through her top.
The sight of her playing with herself while looking at you with those intelligent eyes behind her frames makes your spent cock twitch with renewed interest. She notices and laughs, her hands still kneading her chest. "Already wanting more? Such a greedy boy." She leans forward to plant soft kisses along your shaft, which is already starting to harden again.
"Can't help it when you've got such perfect dick-sucking lips," you tell her, running your thumb across her plump bottom lip. She captures the digit between her teeth, sucking it into her mouth with a sultry look. The combination of her hot tongue swirling around your thumb and her glasses sliding down her nose again makes your cock throb.
"These lips were made for worshipping cock," she agrees after releasing your thumb with a wet pop. "Especially yours. I love how thick you are - really makes me work for it." She emphasizes her point by wrapping those gorgeous lips around just your sensitive head, sucking gently while maintaining eye contact through her slightly fogged lenses.
You groan at the sight and sensation. "Fuck, you really are insatiable aren't you?" Your hand finds its way back into her hair, careful not to knock her glasses off this time as you guide her movements. She starts taking more of your rapidly hardening length into her mouth again.
She pulls off just long enough to say "When it comes to sucking your cock? Absolutely." Then she's diving back down, taking you to the root in one smooth motion that has you seeing stars. Her throat contracts around you as she swallows, making you gasp.
Your grip in her hair tightens as she starts bobbing her head with renewed vigor. The wet sounds of her enthusiastic cock-sucking fill the room once again. She alternates between taking you deep in her throat and focusing on your sensitive head, her talented tongue doing incredible things that have you moaning.
"Such a good little cocksucker," you praise her, making her moan around your length. Her glasses fog up completely as she works your cock faster. "Love watching those pretty lips stretch around my thick cock. You were born to suck dick, weren't you?"
She responds by taking you even deeper, until her nose is pressed against your pelvis again. The feeling of her throat squeezing around your cock while she looks up at you with those big, eager eyes behind her steamed-up lenses is almost too much to handle.
"That's it, take it all like a good girl," you growl, using your grip on her hair to hold her in place for a moment. She moans and squirms, clearly loving being used like this. When you finally let her pull back for air, she gasps and immediately dives back down for more, quickly adjusting her glasses before wrapping those perfect lips around you again.
Her enthusiasm is infectious. You start thrusting your hips slightly, fucking her willing mouth while she moans encouragement. The sight of your cock disappearing between those perfect cock-sucking lips over and over, combined with her sexy librarian look, has you racing toward another orgasm embarrassingly quickly.
"Gonna cum again," you warn her through gritted teeth. She responds by sucking even harder, her cheeks hollowing as she works to draw out your load. Her tongue does wicked things to your sensitive head while one hand massages your heavy balls.
This time when you explode, she pulls back just enough to catch your cum on her tongue. You watch in awe as rope after rope of hot cum paints those gorgeous lips and fills her eager mouth. Some of it lands on her glasses, making her look even more debauched. She makes a show of swallowing it all down before licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile.
"Mmm, even better the second time," she purrs, giving your sensitive cock one final kiss. Her lips and chin are glazed with a mixture of cum and saliva, her lipstick completely destroyed, and her glasses are splattered with your seed. "Well, what did you think of my blowjob? Think that lived up to being the best you've ever had?"
"Fuck yes. Your lips, your mouth, your tongue, those fucking glasses... You're perfect, Yunjin.â
Still on her knees, she reaches for the open cardboard box nearby. Itâs crammed with small packs of wet wipes. She plucks one out, tearing it open with her teeth before pulling a single wipe free. As she starts cleaning her glasses, she laughs softly. âThese glasses? Expensive as hell,â she says, wiping the lenses with a casual ease. âBut having you cum all over me while wearing them? Fucking worth it.â
Her words make you shudder slightly, your breath catching as you watch her throw away the last used wipe, her face and glasses less messy now. She smirks, using her thumb to rub at the the forgotten bit of smeared lipstick.
When Yunjin finishes, she sighs, looking at you with those big lovely eyes. "Did you like your present?" she asks softly.
You pull her closer, crushing your mouth to hers, tasting yourself on her tongue but too far gone to care. âBest Christmas present ever,â you murmur against her lips, your hands finding her hips, pulling her impossibly closer as she melts into you.
"Merry Christmas then," she says with a playful wink, wiping her mouth delicately.
"To be honest, I've never liked Christmas as much as I do now," you tell her when your lips move away.
She laughs softly, tucking her head against your neck. "Just wait until you see what I have planned for New Year's."
You hold her close, both of you catching your breath as the reality of what just happened settles in. Outside the windows, snow has begun to fall, dusting the city in white. It's still Christmas Eve, you still have family obligations tomorrow, but right now none of that matters. All that matters is this moment, this woman in your arms, and the promise of more to come.
"We should probably head home soon," Yunjin says eventually, though she makes no move to get up. "It is Christmas Eve after all."
You press a kiss to her temple. "Five more minutes," you bargain, and feel her smile against your skin.
"Five more minutes," she agrees.
You sit there together in comfortable silence, watching the snow fall outside while your racing hearts slow to normal. Whatever happens next, you know this Christmas will be one to remember. And as Yunjin snuggles closer in your arms, you can't help but think that sometimes the best presents come when you least expect them.
The office will look different from now on, you think. The familiar halls and rooms now charged with memory - her hand in yours as she led you here, the first press of her lips against yours, the way she looked on her knees between your legsâŚ
Finally, reluctantly, you both begin to dress. You help Yunjin button her blouse, stealing kisses between each button until she laughs and pushes you away playfully. Her hair is slightly messed up from your fingers and her lips are still swollen from their earlier activities.
She's never looked more beautiful.
"Walk me to my car?" she asks, slipping her hand into yours.
"Of course," you reply, squeezing her fingers gently.
As you make your way through the quiet building, you can't help but marvel at how much can change in a single night. Yesterday, Yunjin was just your friend and coworker. Now... now she's something more, something precious and exciting and full of possibility.
In the parking garage, she turns to face you before getting in her car. "Text me when you get home?" she asks, and you nod.
"Definitely." You pull her close for one more kiss, slow and sweet. "Merry Christmas, Yunjin."
She smiles against your lips. "Merry Christmas."
You watch her drive away, snow swirling in the headlights, before heading to your own car. As you drive home through the quiet streets, you can't wipe the smile off your face. This Christmas is already shaping up to be the best one yet.
Your phone buzzes with a text just as you're pulling into your driveway. It's from Yunjin: "Already missing those five more minutes đ"
You reply quickly:
"We'll have to make up for lost time after the holidays."
Her response comes immediately:
"Can't wait đ"
As you head inside, you find yourself actually looking forward to returning to work after Christmas. Who knew the office could hold such possibilities? But then again, with Yunjin involved, anything seems possible.
You fall asleep that night with thoughts of soft lips and gentle hands, of whispered confessions and promises of more to come. In your dreams, it's still snowing, and Yunjin is there, smiling at you through the white flakes, reaching for your hand.
Tomorrow will bring family gatherings and holiday traditions, but tonight belongs to the memory of her - the taste of her kisses, the sound of her moans, the feel of her skin under your fingers. It's the best Christmas gift you could have asked for, and it's only the beginning.
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"i'll take a quiet life"
gentle moments of reciprocating their affection
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw
cw: varying relationship stages, brief callbacks to child experimentation (canon compliant), zayneâs describes a poor relationship with food, heavy on dragon sylus sorry i wish i could be different, ur down bad and a little embarrassing in Xavierâs but heâs worse, author is still settling into character analysis for these guys so pls forgive any ooc
Your hunting partner excelled in many ways. His skill in the field was both undeniable and terrifying, his ability to fall asleep anywhere concerned you as much as it impressed you, and his calm demeanor even in the face of the most stressful situations set your mind at ease whenever you fought alongside him.
The only area he truly lacked in, in your humble opinion, was in his ability to give a straight answer about anything to do with himself or his personal life.
He was, in many ways, a vault of information for everything from the history of wanderers to arbitrary and niche subjects that a normal person would have had to spend a lifetime studying to be able to reference as easily as him. If you had a question about nearly any subject, your walking encyclopedia of a partner likely had the answer ready to deliver to you accompanied by a yawn and that sleepy blink of his eyes.Â
Answers about himself, however, were much harder to come by. He never declined your inquiries outright, but he had a litany of creative and mildly infuriating ways to dodge the question. He was very adept at distracting you, often with food or confusing questions of his own. You once asked him what he did over the weekend and he pulled a bag of your favorite candy out of his pocket to offer to you, waited until you started munching on it happily, and then just said âand what about you?â as if he had already answered your question. You were also highly suspicious about the timing of his naps on the train to get to missions â always falling asleep right after you try making small talk about where he grew up or his family.Â
It's not like you didnât want to respect his boundaries. He was probably just a very private person or a secret criminal and either way it was ultimately none of your business. Itâs just that it was a little difficult to jump into battle alongside another person on a daily basis and trust them to have your back when you couldnât even get him to tell you about his hobbies. Nothing to do with the way your heart sped up a little seeing him at his desk in the mornings at all. Completely sensible and utilitarian curiosity.
So, rather than continuing to pester him for answers you decided you would simply observe him to get to know him better. Admittedly, as far as subjects for study he was an interesting one. And very nice to look at.
You learned quite a bit about the sleepy man through your observations, jotting down everything you learned in a small, unassuming notebook you kept on hand during work hours.Â
For example, he spends an hour in the break room every day eating concerning amounts of convenience store ramen and reading random books about obscure subjects like 101 Facts About Wooly Mammoths and Dating Advice for Older Men. Always a different book, and he always manages to finish it by the time his self-imposed break is over. If anyone tries to make conversation with him during that time period, he will pretend to fall asleep. Youâre honestly starting to believe he has narcolepsy or something. Or just very selective hearing.
Contrary to your initial assumptions, he also does have a sense of humor. All of his jokes are told with his usual flat affectation and could easily be mistaken for serious comments, but once you start to look so closely at him itâs easier to pick up on the subtle, teasing drawl at the end of his quips or the way his nose twitches a little with the effort not to smile when heâs messing with you.Â
You were in the middle of conducting a very serious investigation about his various micro expressions one night when the two of you stopped by a crepe stand on your way home from work.Â
You had already been to the crepe stand a few times a few times with Tara. It was a cute little business run by an older man and his son who had recently graduated from university. You had rambled to Xavier enthusiastically about how they were the only place that had your favorite combination of fillings and how you were craving something sweet, and he had only nodded and said âmhâ, which you had learned to translate as enthusiastic agreement.
The ownerâs son happened to be running the stand that day and was just as friendly and outgoing with you as always, winking at you when he asked if you wanted your usual. His easygoing smile had faded, however, with a quick glance behind you before he busied himself with making your crepe.
You turned around in confusion, only finding Xavier with the same mild, spaced out expression as always looking innocently off to the side.Â
A few minutes later, you dutifully hand over a delicious looking savory crepe filled with meat to the silver-haired man before looking over your own, practically salivating over the combination of fruits and cream. He stared it with what you had recently identified as confusion before looking to you imploringly.
âNot sweet?â
âOh!â you flustered a little, realizing how presumptuous you had been in ordering for him, âSorry, I just thought- you prefer savory to sweet right? I mean, when Jenna brings pastries in you always take a croissant instead of a donut-,â
You cut yourself off before you could start listing all the different ways you had been a total creep recently.
âI can get you a sweet one if you prefer,â you whispered out, trying your best to look completely unaffected.
A soft huff left Xavierâs lips, and you looked up to see that gentle half-smile he sometimes gave you and a very soft look in his eyes.
âItâs fine,â he assured you, âI do prefer savory things.â
The second half of his sentence, oddly enough, was accompanied by a very smug glance at the ownerâs son who looked rightfully confused and possibly a little nervous.
Armed with your contrasting crepes, the two of you chose to stroll and eat, enjoying the gentle spring breeze that blanketed the evening as you walked. Absentmindedly, you mentioned the ownerâs son again in passing, praising him for his skill in creating the perfect ratio of fillings. Xavier suddenly made a face you hadnât seen on him before.
A tiny twitch of his nose, similar to when he was trying not to laugh, but followed by a miniscule pout before he took a rather aggressive bite of his crepe as if it had done something to offend him personally.
Your fingers twitched with the urge to whip out your little notebook to record this breaking update in your investigation but refrained for the meantime, tilting your head to the side and studying him closely.
âIs something wrong with your crepeâŚ?âÂ
He froze, glancing down at his food contemplatively.
ââŚYes.â
âYes?â
âIâm done,â he declared bluntly, turning to glare at your almost finished crepe with equal hostility, âAre you done?â
âI mean- I guess?â You blinked at him.
âMh.â
Wordlessly, he took your crepe from you and ambled off to find a nearby trashcan. You took the opportunity to whip out your notebook to catalogue all the new data you had collected.Â
The nose twitch was multipurpose â sometimes indicating amusement and sometimes indicating⌠irritation? And the tiny pout. Did he have a stomachache? More information was needed.
You were so wrapped up your excited theorizing that you failed to notice the presence of someone coming up right behind you, peering over your shoulder to read the words you were jotting down.
âI donât have a stomachache,â a deep voice rumbled directly in your ear, causing you to shriek and fling the notebook further down the sidewalk. It scraped against the concrete before flopping pathetically next to a storm drain.Â
You whipped around in abject horror only to find Xavierâs face two inches from yours, looking at you with an unreadable expression.Â
âThat was not at all what it looked like,â you lied blatantly, eyes darting between him and the notebook.
âWhat did it look like?â he asked mildly, his face betraying nothing of his current mood. He was still close enough to you that you could count all of his individual lashes and make out a few tiny scars along his jaw. Â
âIâm not stalking you.â
âOkay.â
âIâm not.â
âMh.â
Xavier didnât press the subject, instead going over to retrieve the notebook. Mortification rolled over your entire being as he began rifling through the pages. You wished a car was driving by so you could throw yourself in front of it.
âItâs seriously not as creepy as it seems,â you sound delusional even to yourself, âI just wanted to get to know you better.â
While you were panicking and wondering how soon you could transfer departments, Xavier was staring down at the pages filled with your cute handwriting in contemplation.
It would seem that he had underestimated you once again.Â
Finding you in this lifetime, as a dying star well past its expiration date, he hadnât been expecting much in the way of your relationship with him. It was simply an impulse he could not ignore â the honor of being close to you. He sought out your brilliance and would always endeavor to orbit around you but it was hardly even a thought in his brain that you would be drawn to him in the same way. Not when he was so tired. Not when he could only offer you a beautiful afterimage of what he had once been.
He should not have doubted you. In every life, you were always the only one to really see him. The only one to even bother looking beyond his blinding light. After so many years of existence and so many different identities, he only ever really saw himself through the reflection of your gaze. He was a fool to have assumed your soul would falter even if he was scattered across the galaxy instead of whole as he once was.Â
âForgive me,â his voice was hoarser than his usually airy cadence, his gaze more focused than you were used to when he looked over at you.
Confusing as it may have been, you didnât need your notebook to identify his current expression. When Xavier finally looked back at you, the way you had been looking at him all these weeks, it was impossible to mistake the devotion in his eyes.
Rafayel turned the conch shell over in his hands, letting out a thoughtful hum as he let his fingers dance across the spikes. The outside was a gradient of pretty blues that melted into a soft pink closer to the center. A small sticker with a price that had been hastily covered up with marker stuck to the side. The artistâs eye twitched minutely at the sight of it clashing against the otherwise pleasant color palette, already using a sharp nail to carefully peel it off.
âIsnât it pretty?â you gushed a little, a self-satisfied grin tugging at your lips as you pointed at the shell as though couldnât see it, âIf you put your ear against it, you can hear the ocean!â
He let out a petulant scoff at this, eyes narrowing at the conch shell like it was guilty of scamming you and he was about to put it on trial.
âItâs lying to you, cutie,â he scowled a bit, as though the conch had advertised this gimmick itself, before pointing dramatically at the waves crashing right outside the glass of his windows, âand did you lose your vision or something? The oceanâs right outside if you want to listen to it so bad. âŚMaybe if you visited me more often youâd-,â
âNo, shut up, I know,â you rolled your eyes and nudged him a little before brightening again, âbut still â it really sounds like waves! Besides, I thought you could take it with you when you go on your trip for that client meeting. I looked it up. There arenât any beaches nearby, the whole city is landlocked. I figured you might get homesick or something. Now you donât have to!â
Rafayel stared at you. Things had been strange the whole morning, starting from when you showed up at his doorstep lacking any of your usual complaints about his antics and without any coercing on his part.Â
You had come to visit him of your own accord? You had looked up the geography of his business trip because you were worried about him getting homesick? He mentally scanned through all the elaborate schemes to get your attention he had acted out recently, wondering which one of them had prompted such a reaction from you. He had been so busy with a new series for a very annoying client the past few weeks and he couldnât think of anything he had done recently that would have warranted this. So why?
âBesides, it kinda looks like your eyes, right?â You said off-handedly, only half paying attention as you adjusted a setting on your watch, casual as if you hadnât just said something that made his already rapid heartrate speed into overdrive and the tips of his ears flush a pretty red.
Just when he thought he was starting to get a handle on this version of you, that he had figured out the proper tune to draw you closer, you decided to change the rules of the game again. He supposed he should have been used to it by now. Every version of you always managed to shatter his expectations as easily as you breathed. As unpredictable as the ocean, and just as beautiful to him. But honestly, what was a fish to do? How was he supposed to ever prepare for you?
âAre you trying to win employee of the month or something?â he scrambled a little, whipping his head to the side and trying to keep the squeakiness out of his voice, âI wonât be giving you a bonus for it. Just so you know.â
You scowled at this, glancing away from your watch and trying to swipe the conch shell out of his hands.
âWhatever. If you donât want it just say that,â you huffed as he held it out of your reach, still without looking at you.
âBe quiet,â he sniffed haughtily, holding the shell up to his ear and pushing you away gently by your forehead with his other hand, âIâm listening to the ocean.â
âI thought you said-â
Insufferably, he hushed you and closed his eyes under the guise of concentrating so you wouldnât see the softness of his expression. All he could hear was random ambient sound, not even close to the vibrant complexities of the sea that encompassed his birthplace. Even still, as he pictured you carefully rummaging through different shells at the pier market and comparing their hues to his eyes, he had never felt closer to home.Â
As much as he'd like to pretend he was the siren ensnaring you into his trap, he was well aware that that honor belonged to you. Regardless of the time or the place or the bodies you both inhabited, your song was a tune that could never be erased from the core of his being and one he would always walk towards willingly. How annoying.
For a man who lived his life with complete precision, who planned out every day with strict control and little room for superfluities, it was nearly impossible not to notice even the slightest changes in routine.
As such, every tiny alteration you made to his otherwise balanced life was meticulously documented and filed away. Not with annoyance or disapproval, as some might expect, but instead with the intention to figure out how to best accommodate for your whims without disrupting his own routines or, infinitely more abhorrent to consider, burdening your own carefree sensibility with his neuroses.
Pausing in the doorway to straighten out the shoes you had haphazardly kicked off on your way in. Making sure you had a glass of water next to your daily iced coffee so that you wouldnât get dehydrated. Carefully holding onto your hand and keeping you steady as you insisted on walking across the side of a bridge rather than the sidewalk next to him. Despite the stoic expression and steadfast seriousness he exhibited while preforming these simple tasks for you, he did not consider them to be a burden. It was a privilege to bear witness the vivacity you brought into his world.
He was content, in this way, to watch you bulldoze through life with reckless abandon and dutifully reorganize the chaos you left in your wake. It was enough to feel the brilliance of your warm light soak into his cold skin. He would remain steady and controlled for the both of you.
You were, however, a little less content with this arrangement. Zayne was steady. Constant. A stone pillar for you to rest against when you couldnât handle standing up on your own. You loved this about him, but he wasnât infallible. Wasnât impervious to desire and indulgence. You loved this about him too. You just wished he could learn to love it about himself.
You knew your boyfriend loved sweet things. It was something you often teased him about, mostly joking in every respect besides the potential cavities. To be honest, you found it endearing and loved to see evidence of the gentle, sweet man hidden beneath his frosty exterior.Â
The only thing that really concerned you about the doctorâs habit was that despite his propensity for baked goods and sugary candy, he didnât actually seem to enjoy the process of eating them very much at all.
It was often during times of stress that heâd make a detour by the local bakery after a long shift. He would eat pastries as quickly as possible, a stark contrast from his usual habits that left little time for savoring the flavor. It almost seemed like an uncontrollable urge, a shameful impulse that he wanted to push through as quickly as possible. As utilitarian as one could be while digging into a strawberry shortcake.Â
Zayne was a tempered man, driven by the ideology that if he lost even an ounce of control, he wouldnât be able to stop the spiral. He wasnât someone who could integrate indulgence into his routine halfheartedly. There was no true enjoyment to be found from acquiescing to his desire, only a temporary slip that would be accompanied by unfulfilled resolutions to abstain in the future.
You disagreed.
The two of you had a nice, cozy dinner together every Friday after work. Usually consisting of takeout, often delayed due to both of your hectic schedules, and sometimes taking place on the uncomfortable wooden benches outside the hospital but you always made it happen without fail.Â
One night after a good meal with lighthearted conversation about your respective days, you retreated to Zayneâs fridge and returned with a miniature cake and an excited smile.
Zayne stared. It was a pretty cake, artfully piped cream and strawberries between layers of sponge cake with a delicate dusting of powdered sugar on top. His brow twitched minutely, mentally scanning through significant dates or anomalous recent events that could have prompted such an extravagance as you carefully removed it from the plastic bakery box.Â
ââŚWhatâs the occasion?â he finally asked with great reluctance, disappointed by his own inability to decipher what he was missing.
âHm?â you blinked, setting out two dessert forks and keeping your countenance deliberately casual, âNo occasion, it just looked good.â
He stared at the cake as if it held all the worldâs secrets.
âDid something happen today?â he pressed on, carefully assessing your mental state as if expecting you to suddenly have a mental breakdown.
âI had a craving for cake, thatâs what happened,â you shrugged, not waiting for him before digging your fork into the side of dessert.
He watched as you savored your bite of cake with simple contentedness, no hint of stress or shame about the enjoyment you took from a useless indulgence. Not giving in to any kind of uncontrollable urge or distracting from any kind of emotional need. Pleasure for pleasureâs sake.
âYou arenât going to make me eat this whole thing by myself, are you?â you pouted playfully at him, making the puppy dog expression that always got you an exasperated huff followed by the immediate entertainment of whatever you asked for, âIt doesnât taste as good if we arenât both enjoying it.â
Zayne, as always, weighed out his options out. If it was for you, maybe it was okay. As always.
He picked up the fork and took a slow bite.
After that night you had decided this was now an inherent part of your weekly routine, showing up with brightly colored macarons, beautifully decorated tarts, and decadent chocolate creations depending on what caught your eye at the bakery. You started calling it your âmandatory sweet treatâ and continued the tradition without fail. Always eaten in tandem with a balanced meal and shared slowly over happy conversation. A celebration of your bond rather than a shameful impulse.Â
Zayne continued to tell himself that he was just playing along with your whims as usual. After all, how could it be wrong when you smiled so sweetly at him as you handed him his fork?Â
It wasnât until one week, when you stumbled into his house flustered after an unusually difficult mission and no time to stop by the bakery before closing that he finally had to admit his own enjoyment for the activity.
There was a brief silence after dinner was finished that week. He stared at the cleared table as if expecting something delicious to appear out of thin air. When it didnât, he cleared his throat and clasped his fingers together on the table with his usual sense of decorum.Â
ââŚNo sweet treat today?â he asked ruefully.
You couldnât contain your grin, whipping out your phone immediately to scroll through bakeries and ice cream parlors that stayed open late for sugar fiends like your adorable boyfriend.
Something had shifted recently. A tiny change in your dynamic that pricked ever so slightly at the center of his chest. Like everything else with you in this new lifetime, he tried his best not to sink his teeth into it and drag it forcefully out into the open. Used all his self-control to let you tend to it on your own terms and pretended not to notice.Â
In hindsight, maybe the first change had been after he showered in your apartment for the first time. He had taken a polite amount of your body wash, trying his best not to infringe on your hospitality like a normal, human house guest, but as the scent of it (the scent of you) rolled over him his pupils had dilated. Fingers clenching against the bottle with the minute tingle of claws that no longer existed trying to come to the surface.
Smelling like you, knowing if anyone else walked by they would associate him with you and you with him, fed that deeply hidden instinct he tried so hard not to bother you with. You had scarcely gotten over your disgustand he was going to do his very best to keep it that way, annoying and primal dragon brain be damned.Â
But still, just this once. Just this little thing would be okay, right?
Before he knew it he was drenching himself in the scent. Indulgent and greedy and marked by you.Â
When he confessed nonchalantly to having used your entire bottle of body wash, playing it off as a taunt and hoping you didnât notice the faint flush of his cheeks, he expected your usual annoyance or scathing remark. Some sort of sly dig that he could latch onto and use to keep your attention on him. It was the game this version of you liked to play, and like every version of himself he was happy to indulge.Â
Instead, you had just hummed thoughtfully. Eyes a little distant as though ruminating over something in your head. The switch up made him tense just a little. Wonder if you could see through to the most feral part of him and if you would scorn him for it.
âYouâll have to give me a bottle of yours, then,â you said instead, eye contact oddly intentional for the moment, âto make it even.â
He almost jolted in place, clenching his fists at his sides for just a moment before relaxing.
She doesnât know what it means. How could she? Swallow it down. Keep pretending that you can be human.
âYour negotiation skills have improved, kitten,â he speaks mildly, instead of pinning you to the couch the way he wanted to, âI suppose fair is fair.â
The second shift came in the form of a necklace, elaborately encrusted with bloodred rubies and sparkling diamonds. It rested in its glass case at an underground auction, the gleam of it against black velvet activating that familiar desire to possess and hoard away treasures so that nobody else could have them. He pictured it laying delicately across your neck and had to stop the rumble that threatened to emit from his chest.Â
He sprung it on you right before an undercover mission to gain intel about a powerful protocore, one of many he had sought out and curated to spend a little more time with you. Tried to feed you some line about how you needed to fit in with the wealthy crowd you were attempting to infiltrate that night.
He expected you to remark about the exorbitant tastes of the uber rich or fluster about the idea of accidentally damaging such an expensive item and try to force it back into his hands. Both reactions were equally endearing to him, as was everything about you.
Instead, you only looked at him with that same thoughtful expression, allowing him to gently drape it over you and fasten it while narrowly avoiding the urge to take a deep inhale of the back of your neck.Â
You examined yourself in the mirror, fiddling with the stones delicately, but your gaze was on his reflection behind you when you spoke.
âItâs pretty,â you spoke simply, your tone of voice one he hadnât heard from you before. Something more gentle, not quite complacent but almost approving.
As if you were praising his tastes. Praising his hoard. Accepting his courting gift.
It was more difficult than ever to swallow that rumble back down again. The reaction was new, but you couldnât possibly have understood the delusions you were feeding. Stay human. Keep letting her come to you. You already used up all your luck the first time around, you have to be more careful now.
His eyes scarcely left your neck for the rest of the night.
It wasnât until days later that the final thread of his self-control snapped. The intel mission had taken longer than expected, and you were staying in his house to avoid the tedious commute from Linkon. A practical solution, he insisted to both you and himself, nothing to do with the primal desire to keep you firmly in his territory.Â
He could scarcely pinpoint how it had happened, but sometime during your quiet evening routine of reading next to each other on the giant, plush couch in his living room you had ended up curled between the couchâs arm and him. You werenât pinned down by any means, but you were entirely engulfed by his larger frame. If someone were to walk by they would not even be able to see you beyond him.
Completely covered on all sides. Protected from threats. Guarded by him. Nothing could touch you tucked so deeply into his territory, surrounded by him and his hoard and completely at ease.
Despite his most sincere efforts, he couldnât stop the rumble from finally emitting from his chest. Couldnât stop the deep purr that vibrated throughout him and rolled over you.Â
He froze. Cut himself off from making any noise and, for a moment, even breathing. It was with great hesitation that he forced himself to meet your gaze. Fearful of the disgust and reproach that clouded your first meeting in this lifetime making a reappearance as you finally recognized the part of himself, he tried to keep buried for you.
Instead, that curious expression scanned over his face. Your head tilted to the side just a bit. Tentatively, you reached for his hair from where he was resting against your side and began running delicate fingers through it. His breath hitched. You glanced away from him, returning to your book but keeping up your gentle ministrations.
His purring started up again. A tiny smile twitched at the corners of your lips.
Caleb dutifully held the umbrella above your head as though he was getting paid for it, but you caught his gaze drifting to the puddles collecting near the sidewalk multiple times. Your mind drifted to rainy summer days when you were kids, sloshing around in puddles and competing to see who could slosh the most water at the other before Gran would poke her head out the front door to scold you both inside. Something twisted in your chest. Without thinking much further about it, you ducked out beneath the umbrella and took a flying leap into the nearest puddle, delighting in the small splash kicked up by your boots.Â
âYou trying to catch a cold, Pips?â Calebâs tone was shrouded in playfulness, the way it always was around you, but underneath it was a brief waver, a sharpening of his gaze that revealed the true panic he felt at even the possibility of harm befalling you under his watch.
 The hypervigilance that couldnât differentiate between a mild sickness and the sight of your battered, tiny body strapped to a white table.Â
âSo what if I do?â you challenged him then, hopping to an adjacent puddle and trying to keep the intention out of your voice. He flinched, as if you had just said something absurd. Opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again before trying to adjust to something more casual. Teasing and relaxed instead of the phrenetic and overbearing mess he tried so hard to hide from you.
âIf you get sick youâll have to skip the congressmanâs dinner, and Iâll have to go alone. You wouldnât do that to me, would you?âÂ
Right. An annual, stuffy dinner party where a bunch of government officials got together to talk about boring politics and pretend it was necessary to use four different forks for one meal. Half of them actively held grudges against Caleb for his unprecedented skyrocket to authority within the fleet and the other half thought he could be manipulated into granting them favors because of his youth. None of them deserved his time, you thought petulantly, not in the way you did.Â
âSo come get a cold with me,â you rebutted, tilting your head to the side playfully, âThen we can just stay home and play video games all day instead.âÂ
Caleb paused at this. You could practically see the cogs whirring in his brain as he tried to reconcile his pathological need for your safety with the temptation of staying inside with you all day, just the two of you, maybe curled up together on the couch as you ate snacks he would carefully prepare for you as he nurses you back to health, maybe sick with the same germs. His head tilted to the side like a puppy who had just heard the words walk, treat, and good boy in succession.Â
 ââŚI bet we could even knock out a whole Lego set before we get better,â you sweetened the deal.Â
Caleb practically flung the umbrella onto the sidewalk at this, giving no warning before launching himself into the puddle next to you and causing a significantly larger splash. You shrieked in both offense and thrill and splashed him back, reveling in the delighted laugh the usually curated man let out. The grin on his face was a little more crooked and uncontrolled than his usual teasing smile, the shrewd look in his eyes when he looked anywhere besides you just the tiniest bit lighter. It wasnât a lot, but you were grateful for any amount of levity you could offer to him. Listening to the sound of his unrestrained laughter, something in you settled just a bit.Â
For all his intelligence and capability, Calebâs perception of himself was skewed by his self-imposed reluctance to ever look in the mirror. Caleb believed he was a feral wolf, with teeth too sharp to be filed down and starved by his trauma in a way that meant heâd never feel full again. So instead, he tried his best to show you a puppy. Docile and obedient without any appetite for vengeance or destruction. Someone who could curl up at your feet without you getting scared heâd sink his teeth into you the way he wanted to. You were the only one that knew he was neither.
Caleb was not the perfect, golden boy he spent so much of his life curating for you. He also wasnât the cold, unfeeling weapon of destruction he desperately tried to hide away from your sight. He was something in between, childlike in his rage and his joy in equal measure. Calculating, certainly, and more than a little manipulative, but the end goal had always been to protect the both of you from a world that had never been as kind as he deserved. Caleb was not a monster, as he thought, or a perfect shield, as he so desperately wanted you to think. He was just a man, and once just a very scared boy. Just yours. And you would spend the rest of your life trying to prove that to him.
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