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wwinterwitch · 4 months

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buy me presents — joel miller

summary: you and your ex situationship reunite at a christmas party

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.1K

tags: age gap (mid 40s and mid 20s), no outbreak, you fell hard and didn't know he fell harder bc he's an idiot!, miscommunication, angst, awkward reunion, everything gets fixed at the end tho don't worry, tommy is featured

note: i've been listening to fruitcake non-stop and i had this little idea that turned into an entire fic. it was kinda shitty at first but i decided to give it a try anyway

reblog or comment if you enjoy please!

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You always thought that going after older guys meant having absolutely no problems when it came to maturity and commitment. Guys your age are so good at playing games, keeping you guessing, too afraid to make it official.

So, evidently, when you met Joel at his workshop you were over the moon. He was charming, incredibly handsome and single. You still remember his attractive smile and the way he'd lean way too close to you, offering to fix the piece of furniture that you showed up with that day in exchange for a nice dinner and your phone number.

Everything looked good in the beginning. He was a true gentleman, so sincere and attentive, and you were foolish enough to believe he actually considered you special enough to pursue a relationship with you.

In your defense, he really tricked you. Showing you pictures of his daughter, taking you out on countless dates, interested to know as much of you as possible, texting non-stop...it was like a dream come true. After many terrible relationships with pathetic and insecure little boys, you found a wonderful man willing to give you exactly what you were craving.

But then everything changed after seeing each other for almost four months. Because he'd always get super defensive whenever you asked him why you always had to meet at your apartment and never at his house. Or why he refused to introduce you to his family. Or why he kept introducing you to people that happened to see the two of you together as 'a friend of his'.

Tired of this uncertainty, you decided to confront him. It was a very messy conversation. You asked what you were, he said he didn't know. You asked if he had any intentions of asking you to officially be his girlfriend, he said he probably wouldn't. You cried, he didn't know what to do about it.

You kicked him out of your apartment that day and that was the last time you ever heard of him. No texts, no calls, no one waiting outside your apartment or showing up at your work with a well-deserved apology.

Were you just stupid for thinking he was into you the way you were into him? Did you get your hopes too high a little too soon? Was there something wrong with you? Were you overreacting?

Yes, no, whatever– you wanted someone to go all the way with you, thought it was Joel, and he turned out to be like every other guy you've met. It sucks, but you gotta move on. You've dealt with a lot of shitty men to know better than to suffer for one.

The heartbreak Joel caused soon turned into a mixture of disappointment and annoyance before it turned into nothing but an unpleasant memory. Soon enough, Joel Miller was out of your mind, and you were more than ready to jump right in into the dating world again. Maybe it was pathetic, but you still refused to lose hope that the right guy will show up in your life and change things for the better.

You kept your options open for a while, not wanting to immediately rush into something like you did with Joel. If any of these guys you're seeing want to keep you to themselves, they'll have to put that extra effort. You're just tired of always chasing after them.

A whole month went by and you never heard from Joel again, which was completely fine by you. He doesn't even cross your mind at this point. He's probably spending all his hours at his workshop, keeping his nights free for his no-commitment dates. And probably getting ready for the holiday season too.

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. There's something about it that cheers you up like no other festivity. Maybe it's the decor, the food, the fact that it's everywhere you look...it's always been a magical time.

You also love the parties and gatherings around this time of year, so you immediately agreed to be someone's date to one of them. You met this guy a few weeks ago– three years older than you, tall, dreamy eyes and great in bed. There was no reason as to why the two of you couldn't have a good time at this little party...or so you thought.

He casually mentions who's hosting on the way there. A friend from work, he said while offering you a hand to help you out of his car. His good ol' buddy Tommy Miller.

Your smile practically drops at the mention of that name, immediately going back to that date at the bowling alley. Joel bought a large portion of nachos to share after you completely beat his ass at bowling (he totally let you win, he said), remembering the way he talked about a brother named Tommy.

But...surely this is all a coincidence. The universe couldn't possibly hate you that much, right? At one point you almost thought you were crazy for even thinking of the possibility of this friend being the brother. There has to be a million Tommy Millers out there. It's such a common name!

What are the odds of this actually happening? That you're really going to Joel Miller's brother's Christmas party? And even if you are, that doesn't guarantee that you'll see Joel there.

And why should you care? You haven't spoken in so long, he probably doesn't even think about you when he hears something that could potentially relate to you. He doesn't think about the chances of reuniting with you for longer than a second. He surely doesn't think about you at all! You should give him the same treatment.

Holding onto your date's arm, you walked inside the impeccably decorated apartment. Red and white everywhere you look, with a large table filled with various snacks, a lit fireplace that gives the room a much cozier look, and a Christmas tree standing tall on one of the corners of the living room.

Tommy Miller was at the entrance greeting the two of you and enthusiastically introducing himself to you. Nerves were starting to overtake you because shit, there's definitely some resemblance.

Still, you tried to ignore your racing mind, wanting to have a good time with this great guy who's glad to keep you close to him, introducing you to all his friends in a manner someone should introduce their date. You feel important next to him, like he's really trying to show you off. Something Joel failed to do.

Eventually, you were able to relax when you got to meet everyone at the apartment and realized Joel wasn't there. With a beer in hand and a polite smile on your face, you joined a conversation by the fireplace, talking amicably and genuinely thinking the night was safe.

That is, until you heard the doorbell.

You watched Tommy walking towards the door, immediately opening his arms wide to receive whoever just arrived. When the stranger leans forward for the hug Tommy was offering, your smile completely fades when you notice it was none other than Joel.

He walks inside the apartment and leaves his jacket hanging by the door, taking a quick look around. You immediately turn around, not wanting him to recognize you– yes, it was stupid because he'll sooner or later notice your presence, but maybe you can avoid the awkward encounter for a few more seconds.

It takes everything in you not to turn around again, putting your hand on your date's back as you lean closer to him, trying to seek any kind of comfort you possibly could. He immediately wraps his arm around your waist, inevitably making you smile. God, this guy really knows how to treat you exactly the way you want it.

Unfortunately, Joel reaches the group of people you were talking to. He starts greeting everyone until his eyes land on you, standing there completely speechless for a few seconds before a smile appears on his face.

He leans forward for a quick kiss on the cheek as a way to greet you, and you barely move away from your date to return the greeting, moving back immediately to refugee on the guy's side.

"You two know each other?" your date asks. You almost wanted to kill him.

You stay quiet, deciding to leave Joel the responsibility to answer. It's genuinely intriguing to see what he has to say.

"Uh, yeah..." he starts, clearing his throat. "I think...you took a coffee table to my workshop for a repair?"

Wow. Glad to see things haven't changed in the slightest! Of course you two just met each other for a little repair. Of-fucking-course! It's not like he woke up completely naked next to you on your bed more times than you'd like to admit out loud.

"Yes. Exactly," you faked a smile, agreeing with his statement.

That was pretty much the only thing you said to each other. After greeting everyone he quickly joined a completely different group to talk to (because it's obvious he couldn't handle being close to you for much longer). You actually appreciated that, making the task of ignoring him until you left that apartment just that much easier.

Things went downhill when your date had to go to the bathroom and you decided to get another beer from the kitchen. You didn't notice Joel following you, and by the time you did realize, he was standing in front of the exit, blocking it entirely.

"Oh, hey, workshop guy!" you greeted with fake enthusiasm, sarcasm dripping from your words.

You hear Joel sigh, and as if that didn't piss you off enough he decided to open his mouth. "Yeah, I figured you'd get upset."

"Then why did you say it?"

He raised a brow. "What, you wanted me to tell everyone– your date included, that we were seeing each other like a month ago?"

The kitchen was completely silent after that. Perhaps he had a point there, but it was impossible to deny you were still hurt by the way things ended and how poorly he treated you, so that last thing you'd ever do is admit he's right.

"I thought perhaps now that it's done, you wouldn't care about keeping it a secret anymore," you shrugged defensively.

He smiles softly, seeing right through you. "Perhaps I've just never been the type to kiss and tell."

Again, you didn't have much to say, so you just scoffed. "Whatever."

Much to your irritation, he laughs. A low, deep chuckle escapes him before he's looking at you up and down. "You look good."

"I know."

Another chuckle. "Of course you do," he sighs, the smirk on his face fading. "You always look fucking incredible."

You stand there like a complete fool, taken by surprise when you hear him say that. It sounds so...defeated? Is that even a thing? As you try to come up with an answer to that, you just look back at him with a lost expression.

"Is there a point to this conversation?" you eventually ask.

Now it's him who's looking back at you in complete silence. Unfortunately, you know him enough to know there's something in his mind and he's not telling you anything about it. He's hesitating, doubting, the engines in his brain moving faster than ever.

For a moment, you thought he'd say whatever random bullshit he can come up with in that very moment and be done with it. And you'd roll your eyes because you know that's not what he wanted to say, right before moving him away from the door so you can go back to the party.

But in a surprising turn of events, he doesn't do that. He looks at you with nothing but honesty, and you even catch the smallest glimpses of hope when he speaks. "Yeah," he answers your question. "I've missed you like crazy."

If you were speechless before, it's almost impossible to even remember how words work right now. Never in a million years would you've expected Joel Miller to confess he misses you. Not when it was you who was always trying to arrange dates. Not when it was always you the one remaining him you really liked him and him barely saying anything back.

Maybe he just needed a wake up call? Had to live that 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone' type of situation to realize how he feels?

Your heart beats faster as you process his words. He's missed you like crazy.

Still, despite feeling so fuzzy inside, you show none of it on the outside. "No," you promptly warn him. "No, no. We're not doing that."

"What?"

"That, Joel!" you exclaim, frustrated. "You can't break my heart and then say shit like that when we happen to meet by accident."

"Is it an accident?" he asks shortly after.

You chuckle sarcastically. "Oh, so is this some Christmas miracle? The festive season brought us together because of some nonsensical fate-thingy that's written up there in the stars?"

Joel looks slightly embarrassed, letting out another frustrated sigh. Before he can answer, you hear footsteps down the hall that leads to the kitchen so the two of you stay completely silent and turn around to see who it was.

"Hey...oh," Tommy says, his initial smile fading when he notices the tension between the two of you. He quickly raises both of his hands in the air as he walks towards the fridge to grab two beers. "Don't mind me, I just wanted to grab these," he quickly explains.

When he turns back around, he immediately focuses on his brother. At first he looked very confused, like silently trying to ask him what the hell is going on, a small smirk appearing on his face just seconds later. Without another word, he quickly makes his way outside the kitchen to give the two of you much needed privacy. You could feel your cheeks heating up after witnessing that little exchange.

Focusing back on you, Joel decides to continue the conversation. "Okay, if you put it like that of course it sounds silly..." he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. "But, I don't know, I’d like to think something out there wanted us to meet again so I could make it right."

"No," you repeat. "You had a chance to make it right as soon as I kicked you out of my apartment. There was a chance to pick up your phone and give me a call or send me a text or...anything, Joel– fucking anything!"

There's a brief pause, and you're so glad to see he has nothing to say because boy, oh boy did you have things to say.

"You don't get to come back a month later and claim to miss me when you didn't even try to get me back. And you were a real piece of shit with me, by the way. You really made me think we had something special, just to treat me like it was nothing," you continue, visibly upset by the incredibly uncomfortable and difficult situation he's putting you in. "You made me feel...you made me feel like I was some stupid little girl you only wanted to get into bed with."

He looks absolutely horrified by your last statement, taking a few steps forward until he's standing right in front of you. The proximity makes it so much worse, forcing you to look down at your shoes. He gently grabs your chin to force you to look into his eyes, and for some reason you allow it. Maybe you were vulnerable, maybe you wanted to feel his touch. Maybe both.

"I promise you, that was not my intention at all," he immediately assures you in the most serious voice you've ever heard coming from him. "It was never just that. I was really falling for you."

You frowned, feeling so incredibly confused and frustrated. "Then why did you never show it?"

"Because I was dumb and I was scared," he reveals simply. It surprises you how honest he's being, how you don't have to ask more to get information out of him. "You were the first woman I started developing actual feelings for after my divorce, and at the time I thought things were moving too fast between us and...I didn't know how to handle it."

Joel can tell you're still not having none of it, so he decides to continue. "I really wanted to be with you officially, but I guess my insecurities got the best of me. I'm just an old man and you're gorgeous, and young, and...Jesus Christ, darling, you're the most amazing person I've ever met," he sighs again, hoping you'd understand what was going on in his head when he made the terrible decision of letting you go. "I didn't want to fuck it up or get my heart broken again...but I totally did fuck it up, and the worse thing is that I broke your heart in the process. I'll forever be sorry for that."

You were speechless yet again, and Joel didn't know how to take that. Are you going to say something nice or are you going to yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself? The uncertainty was eating him alive at this point.

Eventually, you speak up. "You did fuck it up," you agree. "Like, big time."

He sighs yet again, nodding. "Yes, I did. And I know I don't deserve it, but I'd like to have a second chance to prove to you just how much I care about you," he continues, not giving up this time. He couldn't live with himself if he managed to lose you twice. "To give you all that you deserve, to be there for you, to show the world how happy I am that you're my girl...I'd make it right."

Letting go of your chin, he moves his hand to the side of your face, anxiously waiting for an answer. The fact that you're not pushing him away is already a good sign, because he knows you're capable of throwing a beer bottle at him for saying what he just said.

You considered your options. There's a guy outside in the living room waiting for you. There's a bunch of other guys on your phone that'd run to your doorstep if you give them the chance. All of them have behaved better than Joel...but you can't fool yourself.

Even if you combine all of them, there's no way that everything you've shared with them can come close to what you experienced with Joel. You've never liked anyone so much before, and holy shit how badly you've missed him.

If he thought your proximity was a good sign, the soft smile that appears on your face makes him relax considerably, almost wanting to pull you in for a hug and start thanking you already.

"I guess you can take me out to dinner or something to prove you're sorry," you eventually reply, making him grin from ear to ear. You notice he's leaning even closer with the intention of kissing you, but you quickly stop him. "Don't even think about it. You'll have to earn the right to do that."

Joel silently agrees to that arrangement, immediately taking a step back from you, the smile on his face never disappearing. He doesn't care that you're not kissing him right now, not when you agreed to give him a chance. That's more than enough for him. The best Christmas gift he could've ever received.

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writingsofwesteros · 8 months

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Viserys's 1st daughter with Alicent manipulating her way into his heart and becoming his favorite, him doting on her just as much as Rhaenyra. She makes him think she's this sweet girl, but really she's just as bad as Otto, her grandfather's influence strong on her. Her love of the finer things in life and selfish desire to see her own chubby little babies sit the throne led to her hatching a plan. Viserys is visited by his daughter nightly, sometimes in his room as both he and her mother slept, bouncing on his cock and making sure every drop stays in. Other times she drugs him and lets him fuck her all over the room that he plays with his little toys in, the same one she pretends to be so interested in. Nothing makes her cum faster than knowing she was going to get everything she wanted and more.

When she finally becomes pregnant and her father starts questioning her about it furiously, she pretends to cry and act weak. She tells him that sometimes while he's on the milk of the poppy he comes into her room and won't leave until he takes her. Viserys believes her and is appalled by his own behavior, tearing up and shakily moving to hug her. She cries into his shoulder and tells him she never wanted him to know, making him feel guiltier. The only way to make this right is to marry his poor daughter the Valyrian way and hope the kingdom will accept him taking two wives as Aegon the Conqueror had. The only problem is now there's two Targaryen daughter's with scandals staining their names. One had been seen in a pleasure house with her uncle and the other was married to her father after conceiving his bastard. Alicent is furious and refuses to stay in the same room as him anymore, cursing him for ruining their child in such a way.

When they marry, Viserys tells her on their wedding night that they don't have to do anything, especially since they already have proof of their consummation. They strip into their night clothes, hers a sheer pink nightgown that shows off her pregnant belly and swollen tits nicely while wearing no small clothes underneath. She whines to him that they "don't feel comfy" now that she's pregnant. He spoons her from behind, cuddling her close to his chest to keep her "weaker" body warm and comfortable as she carries his child. As he starts to fall asleep, she moves her ass back and grinds it against his cock making him shoot straight to attention. He tries to stop her weakly, but can't when she whines out "I need your help Kepa~" She reaches back and grabs his cock, slotting it between her folds as she grinds her clit against it for a few moments to get herself wetter.

Her hips then begin to rock back smoothly against his, sliding her father’s hard cock between her folds before moving faster. She "mewls" and "begs" him to take her and put himself inside her again, chipping away at his resistance more and more. He tries to stop her, going to grab her hips and accidentally making his way to her swollen baby bump, causing his hips to involuntarily shoot out. She moans louder in reaction to that and gasps accordingly when he suddenly slips inside her, panting as she pretends it's too much, but all that she needed. She puts on a good show as her father fucks her on their wedding night, actually enjoying a bit of it mostly due to her pregnancy hormones. He creams inside her and continue playing with her tits, rolling her nipples as she moaned for real. Her pussy throbs and pulses around his cock, milk running down her side as he sucks on her neck and makes her tip over the edge intensely from his breast ministrations.

Viserys cups her face and makes her kiss him softly, smiling and asking if she liked it. She can only pant as he begins to go again and can finally see a bit of what Aemma must have. The whole time he dicks her down, he makes sure to caress her stomach that protected their young one and reflected their growth. Viserys tries to blame his breeding kink for his attraction to his daughter, along with the new circumstances they're under, but the truth is it shown through with his favoritism of her. He lusted for her, making him extra blind to her manipulations and how the sweet girl was just an act. Viserys should've saw it in the way she turned him against Rhaenyra and filled his days with only her, making him believe she cared for him most. He remains blind throughout her younger life, her pregnancy and even when she gives birth to their son.

She immediately loves her baby boy and cries upon seeing how perfect he turned out. Viserys is enamored by their little one, his first grandson also being his own son exciting him more than it should. As soon as she can, she begins buttering Viserys up and planting the idea to place their son as heir to be a neutral third party to the Rhaenyra vs Aegon showdown. He is a first son afterall, only by her right and not Viserys's. She always makes sure to bring it up after blowjobs, riding him, letting him try out anal, tittyjobs or anytime his head is extra mushy for her. She'll do anything to get her way, and she knows he'll be much warmer towards her idea when hearing the good news of her most recent pregnancy 👑💀

Oopsie, shouldn't be so hot that's for sure.

At least Alicent doesn't need to go to his bed thank you.

Viserys really is so easily to manipulate , he never saw that coming!

#👑💀 anon #the king's deep love

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lilacsinjuly · 2 years

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post breakup sex with jjk characters

• gojo - part 1

next part->

‘i dreamt i was standing in your doorstep, licking sweat off of your forehead, with your finger in my mouth and the sound where leather jackets hit the ground’

cw: SMUT, unprotected sweaty sex, nothing too bad? i think? kinda angsty. gojos in love w you

word count: 1.6k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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It had been two weeks since your breakup with Satoru.

He wasn’t normally so easily attached to a person, which is why he freaked out and broke up with you before the feelings could go deeper than they already had. Who would’ve known being separated from you only caused his feelings to deepen?

He should’ve known to run the moment he saw you. He should’ve known that the loss of attraction towards other girls when he spoke to you was the first flag to run.

The worst part was, you’d both been sent on a mission together, despite your refusal. Now he stood, ten minutes late, in his room pacing back and forth in a deep state of anxiety.

Did he look good? Does he look tired? He hasn't slept since he broke up with you. Can he keep his composure? Will he be able to resist you? Can he play off all these doubtful feelings that he’d only feel with you?

God what was he doing? He had zero reason to be so stressed out about seeing you again.

Other than the fact he’d have to resist tearing your clothes off.

You, on the other hand, had left the house composed and prepared. However, the longer you waited for his arrival, the more impatient and frustrated you grew. It didn’t help that your emotions felt heightened by the fact he’d broken up with you with zero explanation at all.

When he finally arrived, he had that same sly smile you had grown to love during your time together. It hadn’t been too long of a relationship, however you truly felt as though you had fallen in love during that period. Your heart broke when you heard he didn’t feel the same.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, i-“

“Whatever, let's just get this over with.” you turned around and headed into the abandoned building behind you where your mission was.

It didn’t take long before the mission ended, and you and Gojo sat outside on a step in silence.

He wanted so badly to speak to you, talk things out, tell you it was all a mistake. He wanted to kiss you and hug you and tell you he misses you but he knew there was little hope left after he’d broken your heart out of fear.

The truth is, with his reputation, he believed he’d only hurt you. He was scared of himself and you and the pain he could cause you that he completely blocked out the pain that this breakup had caused him.

Yet, he knew it was for the best, deep down. Neither you, nor him, could afford a committed relationship. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least talk to you, right?

“You’re all sweaty.” he grimaced internally at his choice of words.

“Thanks?”

“My place is close. We can go back and you can shower there if you want?” he knew full well your place was just as close.

Was he serious? Why on earth would you say yes to that? it’s irresponsible after you had just broken up. Besides, knowing him, he was probably planning something.

“Okay” dammit. What the hell happened to self restraint?

The walk back was brief. You spoke a little and you soon built up the courage to ask the question that had tainted your mind for the past two weeks.

“Why did you break up with me?” Gojo was messing with his keys as you both stood outside his door when his hands stopped just before unlocking the door.

He waited for a few seconds before he continued, “Dunno. guess it was just for the best” idiot, idiot, idiot.

You scoffed at his reply. He was charming and polite as ever.

“Are you serious, Satoru? you ‘dunno’ the reason you broke up with me? i thought our relationship was perfe-“

Before the words could slip out your mouth, Gojo had you pinned against the door. His lips found place on yours and you could taste the restraint and desperation he’d been feeling on his tongue. You could have seen the exhaustion in his eyes that told stories of tossing and turning in the night because of dreams infested with you. Your lips, your scent, your touch, your words.

It didn’t take long for him to break away from you, muttering a cluster of apologies as his hands shook, reaching for the doorknob. You grabbed his hand gently, the same touch he had craved for two weeks. The touch which was suffocating to live without.

Fuck this, just one more time, he thought.

He was losing his mind without you, which is precisely why he had broken up with you. He couldn’t afford weaknesses, however, just this once. Just once can he be weak if it meant feeling your skin against his.

He pulled you back into the kiss, your back pressed against the door with his hands on your face. He kissed down your face and on your neck and he grabbed your thigh and roamed his hands down wherever he could reach because he just couldn’t get enough of you.

He blindly reached for the doorknob and pushed it open, closing it with his leg when you were both inside. Your back was back against the door once again as your tongues intertwined and hands roamed each other’s bodies.

You both scrambled to take off each other's clothes. Your hands found his jacket and pulled it off immediately after he took off yours.

“Up.” he demanded; you jumped straight up into his arms, your thighs in his firm grip.

He knocked over various things as he carried you to his bedroom, his lips not leaving you once. Even when you broke away to breathe, his lips found purchase on your neck. Breathing wasn’t worth not feeling you against his lips.

The door to his bedroom swung open, crashing against the wall. you both panted and moaned into each other, an intense feeling of elation washing over you both.

He dropped you down onto his bed as he stood peering over you. His hands went to undo his belt as your hands reached to tug off your shirt.

Before long, his lips were on yours again, refusing to let go. He'd had enough of being away from you.

Your hands grabbed at his shirt, hinting for him to reach his arms up so you could pull it off.

One of his knees rested on the bed as his arms encased you. Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“F-fuck. I should’ve never let you go.” he murmured against your lips, pushing you down against the mattress before he pulled himself up to free his cock from his pants.

“Tell me about it” you whispered annoyedly, pulling your own bottoms down, leaving you in just underwear.

Gojo whispered under his breath repeatedly about how stupid he was to leave you and how he’ll never do it again because you’re all his and that he’s an idiot for thinking breaking up with you would quell the suffocating love he has for you.

You looked irresistible underneath him as he pulled down your panties, kissing down your stomach and thighs.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your clit making your hips buck under his palms, begging silently for more.

He sucked on your thighs and hooked his arms underneath them, pulling them up together as he put one knee against the bed once more.

He dragged his fully erect dick between your thighs, grinding against your pulsing clit as he did. You lifted your hips up in a futile attempt for more friction but all it earned you was a slap against your thighs and a harsh warning from satoru’s usually soft lips.

By the time he finally decided it was suitable to enter you, his sheets and between your thighs was soaking wet from his teasing.

Chants of approval fell from your lips in high pitched waves whilst Satoru entered your tight pussy ever so slowly.

His blindfold hung around his neck as his head hung low and hair covered his face so that all you could see was his bright eyes through the gaps of his hair.

It felt like an eternity before Gojo began moving again, leaning down and kissing your face; your tongues entwined messily.

The pent up frustration and the lack of sexual activity had caused Satoru to go insane as he began taking it out on you.

He slams into you roughly but in slow strokes. It wasn’t until your fingers fell into his hair and your lips uttered a small ‘Sa-toruuu’ that a switch flipped and his pace quickened, rutting into you at an unimaginable speed.

You cried and pleaded for him to “pleaseplease take it easy-” yet he his pace never faltered as he continued to pummel you into the mattress.

“You’re so good for me, sweet. g’nna make you cum, ‘kay? promise you’ll cum f’me?” he muttered in your ear, biting your ear lobe ever so gently before taking your lips in his again.

You began sputtering out unintelligible sentences and cries as your brain short circuited and all you could think about was satoru’s dick inside you, thrusting in and out mercilessly.

His cock began twitching inside of you as the string inside of you began to snap, leaving you with no more thoughts other than cumming.

“Jesus- fuck- I’m gonna fill you up. Fill you up so good you’ll stay with me ‘nd forgive me for leaving yo- aahhhh!” spurts of white filled you up bit by bit as Satoru buried himself inside you to the hilt, demanding nothing came out.

You too reached your high as your hands from his hair clawed down his back, definitely leaving marks, and you screamed in pleasure.

Every touch intensified your orgasm. Every praise from his lips about “how well you did, baby-” made your mind spin.

Satoru crashed on top of you, his head under your chin as you caressed his hair.

Moments passed.

“Can we please talk abou-“ you whispered gently before he interrupted you by shaking his head.

“Just let this last.”

“It could if you tried.”

then gojo gets over himself and you get married also this took AGEESSS because i was in a total writing slump

#gojo smut #gojo satoru x you #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x you #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #smut #angst #i think #gojo satoru smut

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Hello!

I would like to see something with Mortarion. Pre heresy when he's feeling unloved as he's not quite living up to the emperor's vision for him. He's supposed to be the second strongest Psycher of the Primarchs yet he Refuses to use his power.

Even pre monster form I've always loved the idea that Mortarion is gardener/herbalist in his spare time. Collecting plants from conquered worlds and giving them a home in a personal green house of sorts.

A servant who is commonly sent to give him messages/retrieve him when needed strikes up a bond with him over his eclectic garden.

They marvel at his plant expertise and abilities. They give him an outlet to talk about his special interest in detail. They support his passions and even offer understanding about why he's uncomfortable using his magic.

Overtime spent in that humid greenhouse, both start to feel it, the attraction. The brief glances or gentle brushes of hands as they talk and work in unison.

Mortarion has never really felt anything like this. And so strongly! It frightens him. Frightens him because he fears chasing this small glimmer of happiness away if he oversteps.

But oh...Oh he dreams of the alternative. Of bodies pressed into intimate warmth, of kisses stolen quickly or bitten ravenously while he towers over his sweet one. It feels like he can barely control himself, and it's only getting worse.

Little does he know his little honey bee is already swooned to him, but they too fear overstepping. They're a baseline human, and Mortarion is a demigod like figure. He'd never view them in such a way.

They shall be content being his mortal confidant, his sidekick so to speak. They've even acquired a special gift for him to show their care (and sooth the heartache for a love that they believe will never be.) A beautiful floral specimen from their own home world. In their world's language of flowers these blooms represent eternal devotion and love.

Its a subtle way to confess their feelings, and also find closure. After all they're certain Mortarion doesn't know their planet's flower language.

... Now what happens when he turns out he Does.

(For making press March if its not clear. You do great stuff btw okay byyyyyy)

Day thirteen!!!

Pairing Mortarion x reader

Warnings: Sex, first-time sex for Mort, and two idiots in love.

Mortarion stared down at the pots in front of him. His hearts hammering in his massive chest.

The plant's colorful petals shine especially bright among the other plants. They were gifts after all that made they special. Even among all the strange and alien plants he’d gathered over the years.

He’d collected you much the same way, once nothing more than a go for, a messenger who he enjoyed seeing. Until he could no longer bear to see you go, wondering when he would see you next. If he ever saw you again at all. So he took you, just as he did his plants. Pulling rank to have you reassigned to his conservatory. Where you’d expressed a good deal of knowledge about plants. He was certain it had been the right move as you had seemed to grow into the role naturally.

He’d even made changes for you. Something he’d done for no others. Such as adding several water features with live animals. It made the place hum with new life. Mortarion would watch you buzz from one task to another, bust like a bee. It was how he took to calling you his honeybee. His sweet little bee.

As he pondered, the last words you spoke to the primarch bounced around his head.

‘They reminded me of you when I saw them.’ You said, offering him the gifts. His hands brushing yours not so accidentally as he took them. Lingering a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

‘Is that so?’

‘Yep.’

‘And why is that?’

Your cheeks had tinged pink with a blush and it made him smile under his mask.

‘They just have a nice meaning.’ You told him quickly and ducked away to go prune some fruit trees.

His mind raced, a blue orchid, and a red rose. His mind pulled up the meaning of these plants but he was sure he must have misremembered. He’d gone to his study to find his old book about gifting plants and the symbolism of the colors and species.

He hadn’t misremembered. In fact he’d been spot on.

Orchids, the book had said, were a flower that could be symbolized by love, desire and sexuality. But could also be symbols of good luck, harmony, good health and good fortune. They were blue however. The rarest color form of orchid was blue and they were unique.

On its own the orchid wasn’t a dead give away and he could have pondered the meaning of it for a long time, with still no confidence to act.

But the roses. His hearts fluttered again. Roses had many meanings, all of which had multiple meanings. But red was impossible to mistake when given as a gift. They weren’t the pink of gratitude, or the yellow of friendship or even orange which could mean fascination.

You’d mentioned the meaning specifically when giving them to him.

And red, or at least in rose language, was meant to represent devotion, passion, romance, desire, and true love. It was a lover’s flower. Given to him by the one he loved so ardently it hurt.

He came back to himself as raindrops began to pelt the roof and shake him from his recollection. He stood lifting the potted plants and taking them to a place of prominence in his conservatory. Where all would see them and admire them.

He waited for you to return today. His thumb caressing the petal of the rose. Imagining it was your lip, soft and supple as you lay under his body.

He’d gone without his armor, only a mask to aid in his breathing.

HIs hands reached for a spade as he shook the images of you from his mind.

Instead he focused on his plants and their needs. Caring for them. Just as he would care for you. If you were his.

His mind continued to stir as he continued to plant, turning soil so that his lovely roses would be able to grow into a magnificent bush.

Would your love grow that way? Blooming as it took root and grew into something more.

The door to the flower garden opened and he heard you approach. He wondered if he should find you and confront you about the flowers you’d chosen.

He decided to let you work for a bit. Hoping beyond all hope that he wouldn’t scare you away. You were perhaps his only real chance at love.

He looked up at the glass windows high above and watched as the rain that fell in sheets across the glass.

The rose was planted and watered.

He would go find you now.

You had been trimming dead leaves from a butterfly bush. Helping so that hopefully the new growth would have a chance.

Mortarion had even said that he would let you have some butterflies to liven up the space once he was able to source them.

On the outside he was often grumpy. But inside you knew he was hurting. Despite that he took your help in the conservatory graciously and was kind to you.

Your hand stroked over one of the bicolored flower stocks. The purple and orange enchanting you.

Your mind drifted to the feeling of his hands on yours and the even rarer case of his hand on your back as he sometimes did to direct you.

They were so big, they’d easily be able to hold you. Easily cover your body as he… it felt like your face caught fire it got so warm.

You wished you could have just told him you loved him outright. But if he didn’t feel the same you ran the risk of his sending you away. Of him replacing you as his assistant and maybe.. Falling in love with the next one.

It hurt so bad to think about that you almost dropped your clippers. No, you would give him flowers, and keep the secret of your love in your heart. Where it would grow with every passing day till it consumed your whole self. LIke mint left unchecked, spreading to every corner of the garden that was your body.

“You’re here early.” The sound of his voice shocked you and you did drop your clippers. He reached out and snatched them, lightning quick despite his size. His font was pressed to your back and the heat of Mortarion’s body chased away the chill you’d gotten from the rain coming in.

“Yes. Thank you.” You turned to look up at him, slotting your clippers into your tool belt.. Eyes wide and warm.

“I was hoping to see where you put the plants I gave you.”

Mortarion nodded. “I just finished planting the rose.

HIs hand found its way to your back. GUiding you along and warming you. It felt nice and it made another wave of very unprofessional things come to mind.

He led you to the main display, which had been empty while the primarch decided what he wanted to put there. You gasped when you saw the rose. It was planted in the main display.

“I am still trying to find the best place to put the orchid. But I assure you it will be a main attraction as well. It is too beautiful to be off in some corner. Things that are beautiful should be seen and appreciated.”

His eyes were on you as he said the last part. Of course you didn’t see as you were breathless about how much he had enjoyed the gifts.

Mortarion swallowed and knelt next to you, even then he was an inch taller than you.

“I need to ask you something. And I want you to be honest with me.”

You turned to face him, his yellow green eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah of course Mortarion, what up?” You felt unusually nervous.

“Why did you pick these blooms?” He asked seriously.

You told him you wouldn’t lie.

“If I’m honest with you, and you don’t like my answer..will you make me leave?”

Your eyes got a bit blurry as you pictured going back to your old life. Running messages and being yelled at for things that were in them despite them not being your fault. Or even worse, going back to a life without him. You didn’t want to lose any of what this place had to offer, but losing him might as well have been the same as dying.

“You will not. I promise you. You are far too important here to be rid of without serious cause.”

You nodded, slightly comforted.

“I got them for the meanings they hold.”

“ANd you know what they mean. Do you not?”

“I do.”

Mortarion figured as much, but his hearts were racing, he needed to hear you say it.

“Did you mean it? When you gifted me these plants knowing what they symbolized?”

“I did.” You brushed your hand over your arm. Certain you’d at the very least be laughed at. Who were you to make moves on a primarch of all people? You looked away. Mortarion was trembling.

You meant it. You really meant it.

His finger touched the bottom of your chin and turned you back to face him. His other hand came up to remove his mask. “I love you too.” He said softly.

Your jaw dropped and you were at a loss for words for a moment.

“You do?” You practically shouted.

Mortarion smiled. “I do.”

He took your hands and held them close to his chest. “Will you be mine, Honeybee?”

Your eyes widened and tears of joy dripped from your eyes. “Of course.”

You leaned in and kissed him.

Mortarion wrapped his arms around you. Your lips were every bit as loft and warm as he’d imagined on all those cold and lonely nights.

You stayed in each other’s embrace for a long minute, kissing one another with as the longing you’d both possessed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” You told him with a very dopey smile on your lips. Mortarion found himself falling in love all over again as he saw it and met it with one of his own.

“As have I.” the primarch told you.

“Well that and a few other things.” You admitted pressing your forehead to his.

“Such as?” He pressed, wondering if you were as desirous of him as he was of you.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you supposed.

“Things like feeling your hands on me. Or being laid down on the soft moss carpets in the other room and taken by a big handsome primarch…one like you.”

It was Mortarion’s turn to look at you, jaw dropped.

“Unless you don’t want to or don’t feel that way.” You amended quickly.

Mortarion just chuckled and kissed you again. He’d had that same fantasy, of taking you on the mossy ground next to the main water feature as the high waterfall crashed into the water below swallowing your cries so only he’d be able to hear you.

He pulled away slowly.

“There are many places in this conservatory I’ve daydreamed about teaching you a new way to ‘pollinate’ a flower.”

Your stomach did a little flip and you leaned into him.

“Well I always want to learn more. I’d be happy to learn whatever you will teach me.”

Mortarion stood and scooped you up into his arms. He had just the place.

He’d waited so long to have you. To love you. And now that you were his he was feeling rather uncharacteristically impatient to show you just how much he longed for you.

In the room with a pond of fish he’d had made for you, really he wondered how you hadn’t known he’d loved you sooner, there was an old willow, it was currently in bloom.

He took you under its branches. They draped around the tree like a skirt and completely blocked the view of the trunk from the rest of the room.

Mortarion set you down and kissed you again. “I would like to have you, fully. If that is amiable to you.”

“It is. I’ve had many daydreams under this tree.” You giggled.

“As have I.” He agreed. “I will start this, so that you know what I have to give you, and if it is not to your liking, I will understand.” There was an undeniable air of sadness about the statement but you couldn’t imagine not liking him in any capacity.

He raised his shirt and pulled it off. He was leanly muscled but very defined and your hands immediately went to his chest. He continued with his pants. Pulling them down to reveal his pale body in all its glory.

You were struck by how stark yet beautiful he was, not a single bit of hair on him aside from the long white locks on his head.

He stood waiting for your judgment.

You gave it readily. “You’re beautiful Mortarion. I’ve never seen anything like you. And I don’t think I ever will anywhere else. Your body is perfect to me. In all of its aspects.”

Your hands ran down his form, touching him in a way he’d thought he’d only experience in dreams.

“Then you are not repulsed by me?” The pale giant asked.

“No, I really like it.” You assured him immediately.

You took a step back as he knelt again waiting. Your hands tugging your shirt up, he reached out to unclip your belt of tools, setting them aside. He eyed your chest as you tossed the shirt over with his clothes and began on your pants. Pushing them down.

You were left standing almost naked before him in only a bra and panties.

His hands went to your hips and his mouth found your throat kissing the tender skin and making you shiver with delight.

You hooked your finger into your panties pushing them down and letting them fall.

Mortarion grabbed you, pulling you down into his lap as he sat.

He ran his hands up and down your body learning every curve and dip.

When his hands came back up you back he gently unclipped the bra. You pulled it away. Mortarion drew in a breath. You were the stunning thing in this conservatory, he was certain of that. And you were his, all his to have and hold and love.

He patted his lap. “Turn for me?” You did, sitting with your back to his chest as he reached down to stroke your damp lips. “You're absolutely breathtaking.” He sighed, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over your impossibly soft pussy. Loving every inch of it as he did.

One finger probed your entrance and, finding it plenty wet, slid the finger in.

The action drew a moan from you and your head fell back on his shoulder. Letting him work. The finger brushed over a few sensitive spots, the primarch was watching, learning from each gasp and adjusting till he had you writhing in his lap from pleasure wrought by his own hands.

Every squeak or sound of satisfaction made him work his hand a bit harder. “I can take another.” You panted, yearning for more of him inside you. He gave it. His ring finger joined the middle and stretched you out more as he continued to observe, halting at any sign of pain, and waiting till you were comfortable before starting again. It was a process of stop and start that had you half mad with need. Once he mistook a sharp inhale of pleasure for pain and you almost screamed not to stop.

Whether he realized it or not his care for you was causing the worst case of edging you’d ever experienced. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. Your head lulled to the side and a soft whine bubbled up from somewhere inside you.

“Please, just like that. Don’t stop.” Mortarion pressed a kiss to your forehead, happy to keep it up.

“How are you feeling my Honeybee?”

“Close.” You told him honestly.

“I want to feel you come.” He peppered a trail of kisses from your face, down your neck and nibbled your shoulder.

That sent you over the edge. You came hard on his fingers, and he worked you through it, steady and comforting.

His finger left you and he brought them up to his lips, he licked the juices off. The flavor made his cock all the harder. You slid from his lap, turning around to face him.

You reached for his cock and he stiffened. No one had touched him this way before.

He knew how this should work. Buth knowing and doing were two separate things.

He watched you stroke his cock curiously. Your eyes fixed on his as you bite your lip. It made him want to jump you. And as nice as it felt to have you touching him, he wanted me.

“I would like to have you, to fill you.” He rasped, his voice getting a bit hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Please.”

He raised you back up into his lap as it felt right.

Lining up his leaking cock with your leaking pussy he was hopeful that it would suffice for making things easier.

It did, as big as he was compared to you, he pushed in and met no resistance. You’d been ready since you’d last cum. As good as it was, it wasn't enough, you wanted more.

Letting your weight aid you, you speared yourself on his cock till you couldn’t fit a single bit more. He was longer than he was thick, but that wasn’t much of an issue given the fact that even being on the thinner side it was still more than enough to stretch you. Putting mind numbing pressure on all those delicious places inside you.

“Will it be sufficient for the task at hand my Honeybee?” He breathed, his own head a bit fuzzy from the perfect warmth wrapped around his cock.

“Absolutely. Fuck even your cock is perfect.”

He hugged you close and pressed his face into your shoulder.

You both sat like that, intimately embraced and ready to finally make good on a fantasy you’d both had countless times.

You moved first, using your footing on the grassy earth to raise yourself up and then drop.

Mortarion's hands swiftly went to your ass and hips, helping you to move.

It was everything he’d reamed and so much more.

Soon enough your efforts were taken over by your lover, he raised you with ease and pushed you back down onto his cock with fervor.

That was just fine with you though. You kissed him deeply and allowed him to explore your mouth as he fucked you.

“Damn it all. Why didn’t I tell you sooner?” He asked with a bitter little laugh.

“Great question.” You told him moaning as his cock kissed your cervix gently. “I should have told you as soon as I realized.”

“And when was that?” The primarch asked.

“That first week I worked with you.”

Mortarion cursed in a language you couldn’t understand.

“We might have been married by now if that was the case.” He felt like such a fool, for the last few years you’d both been a source of love and light in each other's lives.

“I suppose we’ll have to make up for all that lost time then.”

Mortarion moaned and hugged you tight again, thrusting his hips up into you.

You came again, the already wet slap of skin becoming even wetter.

Mortarion fucked you a minute longer. His body grew hotter and the coil in his belly winding tighter as he got ready to cum inside someone for the first time. It was completely different from his hand. The thrusts grew sloppy and he groaned as he came. Pushing into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

Mortarion laid back in the grass under the willow, you rested on his chest as his cock slipped out. You were both spent. But very satisfied.

“I love you Mortarion.” You yawned quietly.

He smiled, it was genuine and warm and he’d never smiled like it before, it felt good to smile that way.

“I love you too, Honeybee.”

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: I refuse to believe that Tim Drake isn't a sucker for lingerie. This man would love undressing you when you're all dolled up for him. I firmily believe that he would steal your panties as a souvenir. Also, this chapter's song was chosen bc I simply cannot take Gisele on the 2006 VS fashion show rocking the runaway.

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Some suggestive talk, nothing extreme. Also SugarDaddy!Tim behaviour.

Wordcount: 2179.

Chapter fourteen

Chapter Fifteen: Crowns and Cream

You never regretted anything so badly in your life like you regretted letting Tim plan your “next date”, as he liked to call it. After the incident with Alysanne on Monday you guys had to be more careful around them. So for the rest of the week, there were no unplanned meetings in the third floor’s bathroom and no meetings in each other’s houses too. But today he wanted to see you and you were afraid that if you said no he would appear at your house with a big bouquet of roses for your mother. So you said you would go out with him. It was weird, you have had him inside you but you were afraid of going out with him.

He quickly stopped in front of your house and you got inside his car. He wanted to kiss you, but you told him to drive. Your nosy neighbours probably were dying to discover who was sending all those flowers to your house, you weren’t going to give them a car plate for them to look up on the internet.

— Can I have a kiss now? — He asked, pouting, after he parked the car in the mall parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him towards you by the neckline of his Blue Beatle themed shirt. He held your face gently and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs while you kissed, and you were terrified because you could feel him smiling between the kisses. You pulled yourself away and he leaned towards the glove compartment and took his cap and sunglasses out of it. You had to stop him before he enjoyed it too much.

— So… why are we in the mall? — You asked while he put on his disguise. At least it wasn’t glasses and a fake moustache.

— I’m pampering you today — He said, putting a mask on. You opened your mouth and started to talk but he continued — Actually it’s more like buying myself a gift, but you’re the one that’s going to be using it, anyway. Don’t fight back, please.

You looked at him confused.

— Where are we going, exactly?

— Victoria Secrets — He smiled, getting out of the car. You stood in shock while he opened the door for you. He planned on spending the afternoon buying lingerie for you?

— I’m not good in choosing lingerie, Tim — You said, accepting the arm he offered to you as you walked together to the entrance of the store

— Don’t worry, darling, I know what I like — He said before getting inside. You laughed.

— Red ribbons — You said, when you started to look around the displayed pieces, your hand holding his bicep.

— I sure do — He said, and you knew he was smiling under his mask — And you look breathtaking in them. I can’t wait to see you all wrapped in red ribbons. One on each thigh, one on your pretty waist, one in this pretty neck of yours…

— Tim, stop, someone might hear — You said, looking around, your cheeks already flustered.

He leaned closer to your ear.

— Why? Are your panties already soaked? — He asked in a mocking tone — Don’t worry, darling, we are in a lingerie store, I can buy you new ones if you already ruined them.

— You better shut up… — You said in a lower tone, not so worried anymore.

— Hi! My name is Therese! How can I help the young couple today? — The attendant materialised literally out of nothing, which made you almost jump from the scare. Tim quickly set his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

— Hello, Therese — Tim said, his head tucked in the space between your neck and your shoulder — We are just looking for some lingerie for our honeymoon.

— Oh, how romantic! — The girl exclaimed with a sweet smile — Most women want it to be a surprise. But I guess it helps to build up the mood for the big night, so congratulations for the bold move. You guys seem too young to be engaged, though…

— Hm… we are religious — You said rapidly, taking your necklace from under your shirt — You know how it is. Big boy here can’t keep his hands away from me for long.

Tim simply nodded and Therese guided you through the store. She showed everything to you and then left you free to choose and advised you to call if assistance was needed. The minute you and Tim were alone, you slapped his arm.

— This isn’t a nice way to treat your future husband — He said, laughing while he massaged his bíceps.

— Oh, I’m sorry, but I missed the part where you asked for my hand — You said, grabbing a whip that was on display and hitting him with it.

— Be careful with that — He said, getting closer — I love being hit by pretty women.

— You are a lost cause, Timothy — You said, trying not to smile — Now go pick up some pretty and expensive fabric that will be in my body for 20 minutes before you tear it all apart.

— Darling, if you think I’m spending 400 dollars in a lingerie set to tear it you are completely crazy — He said — I plan to fuck you in those, just pushing the fabric aside before getting inside of you.

— Enough of the dirty talk.

— Want to jump for the action? I could tease you all day long, babygirl.

— And don’t call me babygirl — You hit him with the whip again — This is creepy old man shit. Now go get the damn sets before I storm out of the store.

He laughed.

— Yes, ma’am.

You looked around and your eyes got caught in a pretty white laced set. A pretty balconette style bra with thin stripes and the lace pattern were small flowers and leaves connected to boning structures, like a corset, framing the body of the mannequin beautifully; the panties followed the same scheme, pretty lace with thin stripes on the sides. Simple, no bows, no pearls, no glitter, and, still, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

— You like it? — Therese asked, appearing out of nothing again.

— Yes… — You answered, mesmerised — It’s very pretty.

— Do you already have your bridal set? — She asked — It would look very pretty on you. I’ll get you one of these in your size, honey. The testing room is there. Don’t worry, I’ll take your fiance there too.

Therese pushed you to the testing room and closed the curtain, leaving you alone with the mirror. Nervous, you started undressing to your underwear. Then the curtain opened slightly and Tim’s face appeared through the gap, the rest of his body in the way so nobody would see your nakedness. You appreciated the act, even though the store was practically empty anyways and the Testing Room area was quite private.

— Started without me? — He asked, smiling with his mask pulled down to his chin. You rolled your eyes to him, trying to disguise your embarrassment — You look so fucking pretty.

— Hand me the sets you chose — You asked.

— What if I fuck you against the mirror, like you proposed the other day? — He wondered and you felt your insides clench.

— Tim… — You said — We are in a store. I wanted you to fuck me in my bed and you denied me. Don’t do this to me now.

— I’m just teasing, darling — He said, smiling at you sweetly — Now, why don’t you give me a kiss before changing into the pretty and expensive sets I chose for you, huh?

You stepped closer to him and your hand reached his face, cupping it tenderly. Your thumb caressed his cheeks before your lips touched his. In a tender kind of hunger, his tongue slid to your mouth. He kissed you like a man that needed you so much he couldn’t understand. The fabric of the curtain rubbed against your bodies, separating you in a teasing way. One of his hands reached to your wais and gripped it through the fabric. At this point, you honestly didn’t care that you were practically in public, you wanted him closer. The grip of your fingers on his face became tighter and you pulled him closer, towards the inside of the testing room.

— Here it is, sweetie… — Therese said, getting closer, which pulled you guys awkwardly apart.

Your lips were a cherry red and glossy because of the kiss and your heart beated faster, slamming your ribcage like you’ve been caught with your pants on your hands. Half of you damned her approach, and the other half was thankful for it. There was no self control in your body to avoid him fucking you against the mirror if the kiss lasted a bit longer.

— Thank you, Therese — You said, smiling at her, reaching out for the set.

— White? — He asked as the woman left you guys, closing the other curtain that separated this testing room from the hall — My pretty bride.

— Shut up, Drake — You smiled at him, closing the curtain.

The first set you tried was, obviously, a red one.

Very much alike in this fantasy, this one was pretty complicated and had many ribbons. The corseted bra pushes your boobs up beautifully, the black ribbons on the sides bring a nice spice. The panties were pretty simple, despite the cut out heart on the upper part of the back. The garter belt and the stockings were made of the same black lace that embellish the cups of the bra. Your cross pendant resting on the top of your breasts was a special touch.

You yourself were surprised. This playboy had an incredibly good taste.

— Do you need help, love? — He asked, bored, and then you opened the curtain, revealing yourself. His eyes widened and he glitched on his seat — Wow. It’s like christmas.

— I thought you were an atheist — You said, approaching him slowly and seductively — You’re not supposed to celebrate christmas.

— Darling, Christmas is more likely a commercial holiday these days — Tim said, his hands itching to touch you — Turn around.

— Turn around, what?

— Please.

You smiled and turned around, slightly bending to give him a better view of your ass.

He whistled and his hands shyly cupped your butt cheeks.

— Did you like this one? — He asked.

— You’re the one supposed to like it.

You felt his soft lips pressed against your lower back.

— I sure like it — He said, his thumbs caressing the sides of your hips. He kissed you on the heart shaped cut. Damn it was hot — But I would like you even if you were dressing a potato bag. I want to know what you think about it.

— It’s different — You said, standing straight again — I never wore something like this. But I like what it does to you. Your eyes are shining, playboy.

— You are shining, love — He said, manhandling you to look at him — We are buying this one, then. Go on and try the next.

He quickly kissed your stomach and, smiling, you got back to the testing room.

The afternoon was quite pleasurable. Despite the sexy ambience, you guys actually laughed a lot and had much fun. You showed almost every set for him, only keeping the white one to your eyes only, and after paying for everything, you decided that you needed a more discreet bag to take the sets to your house. Tim had the amazing idea of buying you a Superhero merch sweatshirt to match with him. Surprising no one, he chose a Red Robin themed one. You stared at him seriously, but a smile showed on your face not long after he showed the matching mask to you. He was such a tease.

— I hate you.

— Nah, you don’t — He said, putting the sweater over your dress. He admired you for some seconds before he slipped the sets into the Oficial Justice League’s bag and handed it to you — Hungry?

— Starving! — You exclaimed laughing while you adjusted your mask on your face.

— Hm… what do you want to eat?

— You’re not paying for it — You said as you started to walk towards the food court — You’ve already spent too much with me today.

— I told you, these sets were a self gift — He said, laughing, and you noticed he was giving shy looks at your free hand — Of course, you’re the one using, but I’m the one enjoying.

— Yeah, but it feels like I’m taking advantage of you — You said, walking closer to him.

Your hand brushed shyly on his.

— Oh, if there’s anyone here taking advantage, it is me — He said in a lower voice — What if we buy all the french fries on Burger King, get two crowns and then go order MacDonald’s Milkshake?

You laughed. He was pure chaos embodied in a horny teenager.

— Seems fun to me — You said and grabbed his hand.

You knew this was much more like a date than you would feel comfortable to, but for some reason, you didn’t mind. Nothing could convince you to not order MacDonald’s Ice cream wearing Burger Kings’ paper crown with Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #tim drake wayne #red robin x y/n #red robin fanfic #red robin x reader #batfamily #batboys x reader #Spotify

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The Other Side - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.6k Words Warning: Slight drinking, making out, nothing much explicit in this chapter. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: Despite her brother Taehyung’s disapproval of dating one of his friends, Amelia can’t keep herself away from the charming guy she met at his birthday...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to come

“For you, I will be new every day ‘Cause it’s boring to have the same thing, right?” - Filter by Jimin

My brother Taehyung’s birthday was the worst day of the year for me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Taehyung more than anybody in this world. For that exact reason, I could never refuse his request for a birthday party in our house.

I was the kind who hated parties and Taehyung, on the other hand, liked them very much. Furthermore, my presence in that party was a must for Taehyung to actually enjoy it. So, I would always end up being a weirdo trying to communicate with his friends whom I met once a year. Since Taehyung loved making a lot of friends, every year, I would meet some new people too.

Today the party seemed to be going for an eternity. The loud music was unbearable after a few hours. I was done making small talks with most of his friends. I needed some break as I felt my social battery was running out. I needed to find Taehyung.

I groaned in frustration searching for my brother in the crowd. I decided I was old enough to leave his annoying party any time I wanted to. After all, it was my house too. I could go anywhere I wanted. So, I headed for the rooftop.

Surprisingly, there was another person present whom I didn’t notice at first. I yelped in surprise when he cleared his throat to gain my attention.

“I’m sorry.” He said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

A blonde guy wearing sunglasses, even though it was night, approached me. I realized that I had never met this person before. Thinking he was a new friend of Taehyung, I tried to talk nicely. But, to be honest, I could do with some alone time instead.

“It’s okay!” I said, “I don’t think I know you.”

“I’m Park Jimin.” He said, “I’m Jungkook’s friend from college. I believe you’re Taehyung’s sister, Amelia, right?” I nodded. But my mind was occupied with the thought that he was Jungkook’s friend.

If I had an enemy, it would be Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook and I went to school together. But we never got along. There was a history of endless fights and arguments between us. Some of them ended up with me crying out in frustration and Jungkook getting some serious talk from my overprotective brother. Nonetheless, they were still close friends.

Jimin suddenly chuckled, “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

I tried to smile. If he had known me through Jungkook, chances are, he didn’t know anything good.

A few cups of drinks were making my mind blurry. I started to find the stranger really attractive. I wasn’t even listening to what he had been saying. But his voice was pleasant to my ears. My mind was full of thoughts that seemed too wrong.

“Hello!” Jimin snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I came back to reality. He wetted his lips before saying, “You haven’t been listening, have you?”

I shook my head honestly. He laughed as if he found it adorable. He took off the glasses and stared directly into my eyes.

Oh God! If looks could kill...

“I think you’re a little too intoxicated to ignore my charm.” he said. Without realizing I nodded in affirmation, making him laugh even more.

Oh God! His eye smile...

Then, he suddenly stopped. His stare was quite serious this time. He wasn’t fooling around anymore. I could feel the tension rising in the air. It seemed like there was an invisible string pulling me closer to this guy. I leaned a bit closer to him. But he didn’t move.

He half whispered, “Are you sure about this?” I nodded again.

Then, he leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft one at first, but gained momentum as soon as he got my approval. During our heated making out session, my mind had gone off to a completely different world. There was nothing I could think of other than him.

But soon Jimin let go of my lips and pulled back. A soft whimper left my mouth. Jimin just chuckled in return and shook his head.

“I don’t want you to regret anything once you’re sober.” He said.

I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it. It was already awkward enough. I didn’t want to embarrass myself further by saying something which would prove how desperate I was to have him.

Taehyung and I were only a year apart and he was the oldest. Our father was never in the picture and our mother died the year I graduated high school. Both of us ended up not going to college. Money was not a problem. We were pretty well off as mother had left us with a big house and a huge backyard of a flower garden. I worked on them and sold them in our personal flower shop which was quite famous in town. Taehyung, on the other hand, did whatever he was comfortable with at the moment.

Taehyung had lots of friends. But I only had him. And he was aware of it. But he didn’t mind. Even though he had many friends, both male and female, he would always forbid me to get a little too close to any of his male friends. I never complained either. Because, most of them were like Jungkook, whom I absolutely despised.

But I felt different this time. This Jimin guy was really messing with my mind. Ever since the night, I couldn’t shake his thoughts away. I felt a little guilty for keeping such a secret from my brother, to whom I had always confided everything.

“This is never going to happen again.” I would tell myself. But little did I know how wrong I had been.

Apparently, Jimin shared a mutual feeling and there was nothing that could stop him from coming back to me. So, coming back to me he did. But at the worst moment possible.

Ding Dong

Taehyung forbade me to get up from the dining table as we were having supper at the time. It was unusual for us to have a visitor so late. So, Taehyung went to check it himself.

“Is Amelia home?” I heard a not so unknown voice spoke and my heart skipped a bit. I knew that Taehyung was as shocked as me because he didn’t say a word in reply.

The stranger continued, “I’m Jimin. I hope you remembered me from the party. I came here with Jungkook.”

It turned out that Jimin had some important business in town. But unfortunately he was too late to catch the evening train. He hadn’t brought his car. Furthermore, he was not in the habit of riding a cab late at night. He tried calling Jungkook but he was out of town. He also informed Taehyung that he had an opportunity to become my friend during his birthday party. So, it seemed like he had no other choice but to ask us to let him stay at our place.

Taehyung didn’t seem to be believing any of his words. But he agreed to let him stay for the night. Only at one condition; Jimin was to share the bed with him. It is necessary to include that we had two spare bedrooms for guests.

I had never felt so uncomfortable while having dinner at my own house before. Jimin looked like he was having the best moment of his life; enjoying the food and appreciating it often. I nodded in between but tried not to say anything and let Taehyung join the conversation. Jimin was acting differently, almost in a child-like manner. I tried to avoid eye contact with either of them as Taehyung kept eyeing us suspiciously throughout the whole dinner.

After a while of chatting about nothing, we were all off to bed. But my brain had no intention of letting me sleep. Instead, it was replaying the night of my brother’s birthday. I wondered if this was the same flirty Jimin I had encountered some weeks ago.

Hours later, I walked out of my bedroom in frustration. Instantly, I was grabbed by my shoulders and I yelped in surprise.

“Ssh!” Jimin let go and whispered, “It’s only me!” I nodded in recognition. He looked at me carefully and a wide grin spread on his face.

“What?” I asked, surprised at his unusual behavior.

“Thank God!” He said with relief, “You didn’t forget about me.”

I laughed at him, “What made you think I might forget you?”

Jimin frowned at my taunting, “Why? You were hella drunk that night. I bet you can’t recall what we did.”

I blushed really hard this time. Of course, I remembered what we did. But I was in no mood to discuss that embarrassing event. Jimin had definitely seen me blushing. His cute face suddenly turned mischievous.

“Can you recall it or should I help?” he smirked. Now, this was the Jimin I was talking about.

Before I could shut him up with a slap on the head, I heard movements ahead of me. Both of us froze. Our eyes grew larger at once.

“Fuck!” Jimin whispered, “Your spy brother is awake.”

I ran straight to my bedroom and shut the door quickly. My heart was beating up to my throat. I could hear a conversation outside which made me smile like an idiot.

A deep voice asked, “Oy! What are you doing there?”

A cute one replied, “I think I might have forgotten the way to the bathroom.”

A moment of silence before a really angry tone spoke, “If you’re trying to make an excuse, Park Jimin, go for a better one next time.”

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amoirsetpacis · 5 months

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vash can you talk about everything you love about wolfwood. i wanna hear about how much you loooooove him lol

[ combining with this old meme. ]

"H-huh?"

"R-really?"

It's not like it's difficult. There are plenty of things he loves about Wolfwood-- it's just that talking about them to someone else makes his face heat up. He can feel it in the tips of his ears, too. There's a quick glance around before he finally answers, fingers toying with one another.

"I mean. Um. Well." Okay, deep breath. "First of all, I guess, is that he's just. He's just good? I know that sounds stupid, but--. Augh. Just. It's easy to see how much he cares about people. No matter how much he throws a fit about it, he's always goin' out of his way to make sure other people are taken care of. Even folks he doesn't know."

There's an endless list; from dropping by at the flower shop to make sure he's eaten to the days when it had been common place for Wolfwood to be the one to patch him up after a shootout, grumbling about it the entire time. Not to mention everything he'd done for the other people in his life-- how far he was willing to go to help them. Even helping those back on the colony, when the only thing he'd even known about them was that they were important to Vash. "It's... really sweet of him. He has a big heart."

Vash can't help the small laugh that escapes his throat.. "And it's cute, catching him in the act. He gets all flustered if you call him out on it. Which, I guess, that's another thing. He's cute! It's fun to pick on him. Does that make me mean?" Wolfwood picks on him plenty too, though-- and eye for an eye, he guesses.

"He's just like that, though. Puts a lot of care into everything he does. It's really admirable, I think."

"It's easy, too. Just bein' around him. Like it's exactly where I'm supposed to be. Like I can be more comfortable in my own skin." Which, coming from someone who still has so many problems being alright with himself, means a lot. There's a peace in their house that he didn't think he'd ever be able to have. "He makes me laugh and smile and mean it. Lets me be selfish, sometimes. Actually, half the time he wants me to be a bit more selfish."

Never once made Vash feel like a monster, not even when Wolfwood had been scared of him. "Saw everything wrong with me and stayed anyway."

" ... Do you really want me to go on?" he laughs. "It's kinda embarrassing, you know? It's a long list. You'll be stuck here for a while."

"... For real?"

A few beats of silence, and then Vash's face falls into his palms with a frustrated groan. Somehow, he's gotten even redder. "Fine. He's hot, too! How's that fair!? And he refuses to believe me-- but then he goes and is a menace about it anyway! The man walks around the house shirtless half the time-- how am I supposed to get anything done, huh!?"

"And his hands! They're so nice. And distracting. Oh my god." Don't get him started on how easy it is for Wolfwood to pick him up, either. Vash may be thin but he's not that light. Wolfwood still picks him up like it's nothing.

His face is still in his hands, but it does little to muffle his exasperation. "And he's got the whole tall, dark, and handsome schtick too! His nose is perfect. And his jaw. And eyes. And lips." It's like someone puzzle-pieced a person together specifically to be devastatingly attractive.

"Augh!!! Okay. No more." Or else he'd be here all day, and he's already about half-way sure he's going to start melting into the floor any second now.

#[ ic. ]#[ meme reply. ]#pretending like he has no choice but to answer these. huehue #and also the meme was supposed to be guessing but. well.

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arziaisfrench · 10 months

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▪︎ IPKKND Ep 113 : Heartbreak and new toxic challenge*

The new challenge* being who will confess they care for the other first aka admiting their feelings ...

When he goes back to Khushi's house to bring her wallet, it was another attempt to fix what he had done. He can't bear the thought of not seeing her ever again but her job is over.

Just like he was hating on that padlock on her door before when he thought she was leaving Delhi for good, and the bar on her windows just after he left her on the street alone at night, he don't want her to close the door, her home, her heart to him completely.

Even if at this moment he's still hurt by her rejection to hear his explanation and her unwillingness to confess her feelings, prideful and angry, he brave himself to ask her again.

Arnav could've find an excuse to refuse khushi's invitation to enter, but he didn't. Khushi is shocked seeing him enter. The last time he came in her house was when he bought her home after fainting. This same aunt ordered him to leave. So this time, by entering, it's his way to repair the relationship is has with her family, which prove he doesn't (even right now) have the desire, the will to really get Khushi out of his life. He never ever from the first day let his door close to her !

Khushi always preventing Arnav from eating suggar shows him how much she cares for his safety. It always touch him, he feels her possiveness through her acts of protection.

I really like this scene where he walks towards Khushi's father to offer him his greetings. After all he's his future father-in-law (he has that thought in his mind for sure lol), he couldn't afford not show him the respect of his position. And he does in such an elegant way. "If you need any kind of help, then please let me know."

He truly means his words. He will protect Khushi with all his heart but also her family. Khushi's father definitely notices it, he seems to have meet someone who'll protect his daughter better than himself.

Khushi thanking him was her way to show him that she doesn't want them to part in anger, they could be friends, she won't mind even if it means her having to hide her feelings and to never spoke about them. She wants to see him again.

"Don't think a rich man embraced your payal with all his heart !" In Arnav's twisted mind, it was his way to let her know few glimpse of his feelings ! Our man is soooo twisted, I'm so tired !! 😭

Notice his actions, always, not his words. Yes, he's pushing her yet again with his cruel words (Asr). But Arnav went to her house and just met her family, that's what he do for her, how he braves himself to fix the situation.

And when she stops him, instead of confessing she cares, she's thanking him, willing to move on and not confessing anything to him: to let him go and be happy without her. Understanding what she's doing, he gets very angry because even after showing her what he do just for her (willing to tell her about her payal while giving it back to her, trying to repair his reputation in front of her family, creating another occasion to allow themselves to break the ice by knocking on her door to give her back her wallet), she still won't brave herself to show her feelings like he just did.

"It doesn't mean anything. Neither that matter nor you have any importance to me" These last words broke Khushi's heart unquestionably.

These words confirmed her fear, a fear that was there from the moment she understood they shared a strange intense attraction.

She feared and now believes Arnav just attempted to kiss her because he was simply mired in his physical desire for her. It was just physical/s-xual, nothing else. She doesn't deserve more, and his attraction for her is something he's ashamed of !

My poor baby !!! 😭😭😭

#ipkknd #ipkkndep113 #arshi #arnav and khushi

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memento mori

Ch.6: Poison Ivy

Everything that happens next happens in a blur of monotony. Felix never comes back, but I can still feel his presence lingering around me like an itch that I can never quite scratch. The poison ivy sprigs keep popping up. Especially when I’m at the Cullen house. Esme has to sweep them away constantly, and I don’t know why, but it leaves a strange feeling in my chest. I don’t like to pretend or lie or act. I’ve done more of that since coming to Seattle than I ever have before. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.

“You’re letting your guard down, kid.” Jasper’s voice brings me back to reality, to now. He’s got his arms crossed like he’s ready to launch into a lecture. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t need to be an empath to know you’re feeling off.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m in charge here. I have to worry.”

“Oh? You’re in charge of me, huh?”

The bastard smirks. “In a sense.”

I lunge forward, going for an obvious head on attack before faking to the right and actually going left. Jasper stumbles over my sudden move and I take the opportunity to jab him with one of my daggers. Not hard. Just enough to smart a bit. He hisses in pain and grabs his shoulder, turning to me with a grin.

“That’s more like it, kid.” Jasper shakes off the pain before hopping up on the trunk of my car and patting the spot next to him. “Emmett, Paul, you’re up!”

I scurry over to Jasper’s side and let the new fight play out. Seeing Paul again after so many years away from him was jarring. Seeing him as a shape shifter was even worse. I never would’ve expected him to be part of the pack, but then again there were so many secrets between us when we were together… he was probably a shifter back then and I just missed all the signs. I always wrote off his anger and how temperamental he was. After all, I was similar. We were attracted to each other for that very reason. We justified each other. We were something the other could point to and say “see, it’s not just me”.

Both of us were shocked when we broke up.

There was no huge fight. There was no blow up. We just… stopped. Stopped calling, stopped texting, stopped putting in any effort. I used college as an excuse and he used personal reasons, secret reasons, but I think both of us just knew it was time to go. Paul still has a special place in my heart but it’s a closed chapter. We can’t go back and I don’t think either of us want to go back.

Apparently, he imprinted on one of the Black girls. I can’t remember which because I was never particularly close to either of them. We played together as little girls, but that was the extent of it. We were nothing like Bella and Jacob.

“Hey,” I turn to Jasper. “Bella refuses to clue me in about Jacob. She’s still not talking to me.”

Jasper looks shocked. “It’s been months.”

“You’ve never been on Bella’s bad side.”

He looks almost wistful when he says, “you’re right.”

“Anyway, what’s going on there? Dad only knows so much, but I need the real story.”

“You… want to gossip… with me?”

Suddenly I feel uncertain. “Yes?”

Jasper grins and ruffles my hair. “He has a crush on her.”

“That’s it?” I can’t believe it.

“Well, he’s a bit aggressive about it, but yeah. That’s it. She love him, but she isn’t in love with him.”

“Hmm.” I look over to Bella and Jacob. Would this still be happening if she had chosen him? If she hadn’t gone to Italy? “Anyway, do you think everyone is ready for tomorrow?”

“Do you?”

“I think you and I are the only ones with any actual experience, but the wolves do give us the element of surprise.”

Jasper nods. “We’re as ready as we can be.”

He calls off the fight and it breaks off smoothly at his command. Paul retreats to the tree line with the other wolves while Emmett goes to Rosalie. He kisses her gently, a stark contrast to the rough way he fights. I envy them, honestly. Their love is simple. Real. I don’t think I’ll ever have that.

“You should sleep,” Jasper tells me. “Meet us up at the field before sunrise.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

I’m sleeping in my car tonight before hiking up to the decided on spot in the morning. Bella, Edward, and Jacob are camping a little further up in order to lure Victoria away from the main fight. It feels like she just graduated yesterday (and to be fair, that’s practically true) and her life might already be ending. She seems oddly at peace with it which makes me even angrier. She shouldn’t be so blasé about her own life.

But some battles can’t be fought.

Getting Bella away from Edward is one such battle.

“Good night, Roseanna.” Esme squeezes my shoulder kindly. “Stay safe.”

“I’ll be fine,” I reassure her. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll see all of you in the morning.”

I watch them leave before settling in my backseat, pulling the blanket Carlisle let me borrow up to my chin. I’ll leave it with Charlie before I head back to Charleston so he can get it back to the doctor. He’s nice and so is Esme. I like Jasper. But the less attached I am to them, the better.

I fall into a dreamless sleep, waking up to the first rays of sunlight peaking over the trees. So much for before dawn. Oh well. Jasper will just have to get over it.

When I make it to the clearing everyone is tense and expecting the worst. I, on the other hand, know everything will be fine. Between Jasper and myself I’m certain we can carry some of the weaker fighters through to the end.

And that’s exactly what we do.

Jasper fights with a precision that I truly envy, but I know my training gives me an edge. I was made to destroy and it makes my blood sing to be so in my element. The newborns are shocked to be fighting a human and it throws them off every time a new one of them faces me. They think I’m easy pickings. A snack for a job well done. Then my dagger sinks into their chest, or they get too close to my fingertips and burst into flames, and they realize too late how wrong they were.

“You have fire magic?” Emmett is the first to address me when the fight is over and we’re cleaning up the mess.

We’re on a time crunch to clean things up after having to take care of Jacob’s injuries from protecting Leah. A newborn was lingering after the fight and she tried to take it out on her own. She would’ve died if Jacob hadn’t saved her.

“I have lots of magic,” I tease. In reality, it’s only the fire magic. Fire works on almost every supernatural being. If my weapons are failing I have my fire.

Emmett gives me one of his boyish grins. “Dope.”

I grin back.

“They’re coming,” Alice announces, her stare glazed yet worried.

I move over to Bree, the young vampire girl the Cullens’ gave misguided amnesty to. The Volturi won’t allow her to live and neither will The Society. Eye for an eye, blood for blood. That’s how our two groups operate.

“Don’t say anything,” I tell her. I’m not stupid enough to give her false hope. She isn’t making it out of this alive, but I can at least help her get through this with as little pain as possible.

Jasper moves to the other side of Bree. We form a protective barrier in front of her just in time for Alice to announce the arrival of the Volturi. They emerge from the tree line, fierce and cloaked in danger. I take my time looking at each one of them.

Every Volturi member standing in front of us is gratingly familiar to me. Felix for obvious reasons seeing as how I’m his new favorite toy, but the others have more transitory positions in my life. I’ve met Jane and Alec twice before on other missions. Demetri was only a meeting in passing once, and he barely paid attention to me at all. From the look on his face he doesn’t even recognize me. And Felix is… pointedly ignoring me. Sure, he spares a glance in my direction every so often, but he doesn’t look at me. He keeps his eyes on Jasper.

“It appears we’ve missed an entertaining fight,” Alec says to me directly. He smiles and it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m not particularly afraid of any of them, but seeing such darkness in a child is disconcerting to say the least. He and Jane can’t be more than twelve.

I shrug. “It was your typical run in with newborns. They’re a flash in the pan compared to the rest of us.”

“Yes.” He tilts his head and looks to Bree who is cowering between me and Jasper. “You missed one.”

Esme speaks up before I can say anything. “She didn’t know what she was doing. We’ll take full responsibility for her.”

“That’s not how this works,” I say lowly enough that hopefully only the Cullens can hear me. “Esme, you know that.”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, a deep frown marring her otherwise perfect face.

“The Volturi don’t give second chances,” Jane tells Esme in a flat, matter of fact voice.

“Then The Society can decide what’s done with her.”

I shake my head. “No, Esme, don’t ask for that.”

Jane smiles, the expression full of sadistic glee. “Why don’t you explain why, Agent?”

I don’t… I don’t want to do this. It’s my job, sure, but I don’t want to look Esme or Carlisle in the eyes and tell them what The Society demand be done as payment for the innocent lives lost. What they would demand to restore balance in nature.

Carlisle takes Esme by the hand and looks at me pleadingly. “Surely The Society would understand she didn’t know what she was doing? We’ll take her in. Teach her.”

“No.” My voice is a whisper. “It would never be allowed. The Volturi protect your kind, keep them in line, ensure the secret is kept. Other supernatural beings have their own governing bodies as well. But who protects the humans? That’s why we- why The Society- exists.”

“And they are much less forgiving than us,” Jane adds. “We’ll make it quick. The Society wouldn’t show such mercy.”

Normally I wouldn’t think twice about rendering judgement, but the idea of Bella seeing me torture someone she and her new family deem innocent makes me sick. I don’t want to be a monster in her eyes. Being a shitty older sister is more than enough.

I look at Carlisle, pleading with him. “Just let the Volturi handle this. Keep it between vampires. If you insist I handle it you’ll hate me.”

Esme is the one to speak. “Roseanna, we could never.”

“But you would. I promise you would. Listen to Jane, please.”

“Yes, please, listen to me.” Jane’s eyes are trained on Bree. “Before sentence is passed, however, we must have answers. Who are you?”

When Bree doesn’t answer quickly enough, Jane turns on her horrible gift and Bree drops to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. Jane continues her questioning but her voice is drowned out by Bree’s screams. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as a wave of sickness overtakes me.

I’m repulsed.

Enraged.

Helpless.

I can’t save Bree. I know I can’t, but maybe I can help her. Just a little.

“Stop.” I can’t take it anymore. “I’ll send a formal report with you to Volterra if you don’t mind making a pit stop in Seattle. Consider it a gift from The Society for doing your job for you.”

Jane’s eyes snap to me. There’s still a hint of crazed blood lust in them, but she tilts her chin haughtily. “Very well. I’m sure Caius will be interested to know the human is still… human.”

“The date is set,” Bella pipes up. Knowing she’s immune to Jane’s gifts has her brave. Dumb kid.

Jane hums through a tight lipped smile. “Take care of that Felix,” she says flicking her fingers to Bree, “I’d like to go home.”

Felix stalks forward, his grey cape swishing against the dead grass. His eyes are trained solely on Bree, but he brushes against me to get to her. The only acknowledgment of my existence he’s given since appearing in the field. The soft leather of his gloves brushes against my palm before his hands are on Bree. I can hear Edward whisper to what I assume is Bella, telling her not to look. I, on the other hand, can’t look away as Felix wrenches her by the neck, separating her head from her body in one fluid motion before tossing her in the fire. A broken sound escapes me and Jasper puts a hand on my shoulder.

I’m not sure what I’m feeling, but I know this part of Felix, of his job, isn’t as horrific as the others around me seem to find it. The truth is this: Felix and I are two sides of the same coin. What he does, he does out of loyalty to his coven. What I do, I do out of loyalty to humanity even if I have to be not quite human to do it. I understand why he has to be the one to end Bree’s life and I’m thankful for it. We’re both trained to be killers, performing our duties without hesitation. It feels nice to have someone here who understands that.

Someone other than Jasper at least, I think to myself as I look up at him. He watched the whole thing as well. Never blinking an eye or flinching away. Jasper meets my gaze and pats me on the shoulder. Something unsaid passes between us. I can feel the unease in my stomach settle only to pick back up when I notice the way Felix looks at the two of us as he walks back to the other members of his coven.

I get the horrifying feeling I inadvertently signed Jasper’s death warrant.

“We’ll give you time to finish cleaning up,” Alec says to me. It takes me a couple seconds to focus on him. “Meet us in Seattle at sundown.”

I give an awkward thumbs up. “Sure thing.”

As they prepare to leave I see Demetri’s head snap over to Felix who simply shrugs. They’re conversing in a low tone that I can’t pick up.

None of us move until the Volturi can’t be heard anymore and Alice sees them heading for Seattle. Bella is the first to turn her rage on me, brown eyes smoldering with anger.

“Why didn’t you save her,” she demands. “You could’ve given her asylum on behalf of The Society!”

I shake my head. “No. That’s not how The Society works.”

“Then don’t work for them!”

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and pushing back the oncoming migraine I can feel behind my eyes. “Bella, it isn’t that simple. Things aren’t as black and white as you like to believe. I didn’t choose to work for The Society. They chose me. That’s how that happens. They choose you and they break you and they mold you until you would die if they told you to.”

“It still sounds like you could leave if you really wanted to.”

“What part of that sounds like I could just up and leave?! The only way I’m getting out of this is if I die or if they find me compromised!”

Curiosity piques in Bella’s eyes. “Compromised?”

“An Agent is considered compromised if they choose a supernatural creature over their mission. I would be compromised because of…” Because of lots of reasons really. But I don’t want to escalate things by seeming like I’m blaming Bella. I especially don’t want to bring up Felix.

Alice steps towards me, her movements lithe and graceful. “Because of Felix? I wasn’t certain before. I can’t see you, but every time I would try I would see him. It was always changing- still is, really. What are you hiding?”

I bristle at her words. “You are a very annoying little leech.”

Jasper growls beside me. “Careful, kid.”

“Then call your girlfriend off.”

“Only after you answer some questions.”

“Oh, fuck you!” There’s a pang of guilt in my stomach, but I ignore it. “I don’t owe any of you anything. I was sent here to take care of a newborn army that the Volturi weren’t. I did that. It’s not my fault the army was created because of my sister and her shitty choices.”

Alice folds her arms over her chest. “We were protecting her.”

“Oh, you were? It was kinda hard to tell with the swarm of baby bloodsuckers trying to chomp on her like a snack.” My migraine is full force now. “Fuck it. I’m leaving. I still have work to do.”

No one stops me from leaving. I bend and scoop up my jacket from where it rests on a nearby rock, curling my nose in disgust when I take in all the blood and guts covering it. That was my favorite jacket too. I toss it in one of the still blazing fires and start the hike back to my car.

I know I’m not faultless. Not completely. I’m abrasive and stuck in my ways which doesn’t lend itself to honest and open dialogue. But I’m not heartless. I care about Bella, about Dad, about Mom. I just want them all safe and the best way for me to do that given my current circumstance is to distance myself. Everything I do is to keep them safe. Why can’t Bella see that?

On the way back to Seattle I call dad to let him know I finished up my work and have to head back to Charleston tomorrow. He suggests dinner. I decline. He suggests an early breakfast. I accept. I’ve got to drive through Forks on the way back home anyway and who knows when I’ll get the chance to see Dad face to face again. He suggests inviting Bella. I don’t know how to tell him she hates me and I’m probably not invited to the wedding.

When I get back to my room I prepare my formal report and send it to Titania. The warehouse across the street is dead silent for the first time since I got here. Nothing stirs, not even Felix is there.

I feel… empty.

There’s a knock at my door and I smell vampire. I smell Felix.

“Wow,” I say as I swing the door open. “The brute has manners.”

He nods sagely, holding out his hand for the file. I give it to him and try my best to mask my confusion. Felix flips through it page by page, stretching the silence between us until I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. When he finally spares a look at me there’s a darkness in his eyes I can’t figure out.

“You certainly don’t make things easy for me, darling,” he finally says.

“What do you mean?”

Felix steps forward, forcing his way into my room, and grabs me by the waist. “I’ve told you before about letting other men touch you and it seems you just won’t learn your lesson.”

He bites down on my shoulder, careful not to draw blood, and I cry out in pain. He brushes his tongue over the bite, over the spot Jasper’s hand had been, licking away his touch. There’s something feral and animalistic about the action. On a primal level, I fucking love it. On a conscious level, I despise it.

“I’ll be seeing you, my little poison ivy. Our game isn’t over.”

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x oc #volturi fanfiction

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I need to get something off my chest.

As you might know, when you're reading some of my personal posts around here, I am in a loooong relationship and overall I'm happy and content with our relationship. We are not married and don't really plan to, but we practically are like a married couple, we brought a house together and plan to have a family in the next years. I wouldn't trade my partner for anybody in the world. Of course, we sometimes go through rough times and of course being together for +10 years things aren't as exciting as they used to. That's normal, that's love. Real love.

The thing is - last weekend I was out with a group of friend, my partner was with us too and a good friend of ours had one of his friends with him too. I know that friend, and we get along well. He's too pretty for his own good and a couple of years younger than me. So we were at this bar, and they had like a disco night and as the place got more crowded people started dancing, and I love dancing, so I stated wiggling around on my chair. My partner doesn't dance. We went to nightclubs when we were younger, and he was with me on the dance floor, but never did more than the little bottle dance most men do. So that friend of my friend - lets call him Jay for convenience - asked me if I wanted to dance. So I asked my partner if I could go dance with Jay. He is easy going and of course he had nothing against it, so Jay and I went dancing. After a while, Jay leaned down and whispered into my ear that he liked how I danced, and I said I liked it when guys weren't afraid to dance either. We danced a little more, and he leaned down to whisper that he actually likes me. I froze for a second, as I wasn't sure what he just said, it was loud, and I could be mishearing (I'm getting old, ya know?), but when I asked what he just said, he refused to repeat and avoided my glance. I started feeling a little uncomfortable, but not because of what he said - the thing is, I like him too. As I said, he's too pretty for his own good and I liked looking at him when we met in the past, but I avoided having too much to do with him. But at that moment I suddenly got aware of that clear attraction that was between us, and now I don't know how to behave towards him in the future. He's a really good friend of my friend, so we meet from time to time. I'm afraid he'll tell our mutual friend what he told me and that my partner will hear about it, as he can be... I don't know, he can be really territorial around me. I don't want them to start fighting

I know, nothing happened, but in my mind, it's happening, it's happening over and over again and part of me would like to give in to that itch and go clubbing with Jay all night, if you know what I mean. I don't really believe in monogamy anyway, but my partner is raised pretty traditional, and he's been cheated on before, and he isn't the person to allow his partner to go find entertainment with anybody else. I respect that - I have respected that for the last +10 years, even if I don't think sleeping outside a relationship is that bad. But I won't do it, of course I won't. As I said, I wouldn't trade my partner for anybody else. I know I have to make this clear to Jay, and I'm afraid I have to avoid him in the future. Even if he's fun to be around. Even if it's flattering seeing how he's puppy-eyeing me.

I don't want advice. I'm not even sure I want anybody to read this. I just needed to get this off my chest. Now I did, that's fine. And the what-ifs remain in my head, feeding future stories or Sims-storylines. Who knows. And if Jay and I can have these little moments on the dance floor from time to time, it's enough adventure for this old ass.

Thanks for coming to my speech!

#tam talks #personal stuff #like really personal #might delete later #long text post

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litcest · 2 years

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Morella, by Edgar Allan Poe

Morella is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, and was first published in the 1835 at the Southern Literary Messenger, and later revised and reprinted in 1839 at the Burton's Gentleman's Magazine. In 1840, it was then included in the collection Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, along with The Fall of the House of Usher. You can read it here.

If with The Fall of the House of Usher I had academic evidence of the incest, with Morella I will be bullshiting my way through this post. I have found nothing to sustain my interpretation, but that’s not going to stop me. To be honest, I don’t believe this was Poe’s intention, nor do I particularly ship this pairing (Morella, the daughter, is still a child when she dies, which is not my cup of tea - but I do not judge if it’s yours). However, I have nothing better to do, and maybe this will inspire someone to write a adaption in which Morella lives longer and does engage in incest with her father. Maybe that someone will be me.

I will do things a bit differently, first giving a summary of the story (which I am mostly copying from Wikipedia to save time) and then explaining my incestuous interpretation of it.

The narrator marries Morella, to whom he is attracted because of her intelligence. Together, they study philosophy and the fate of the personality after death, with this last subject being of particular interest to Morella.

Morella falls extremely ill and suffers a quick physical deterioration, by which point the narrator realizes he doesn’t love her and starts wishing for her death. On her deathbed, she tells the narrator that she is to give birth to a child when she takes her last breath. As predicted, she dies, but leaves behind a daughter.

As the daughter gets older the narrator notices she bears an uncanny resemblance to her mother, and he refuses to give the child a name. By her tenth birthday the resemblance to Morella is frightening. Her father decides to have her baptized as 'Morella'. Immediately after she is named, the daughter calls out, "I am here!" and dies. The narrator taker her body to the tomb where he had burried his wife, but finds no trace of the first Morella. He buries the daughter at the same spot.

Now, for my analysis of it. I suppose we are all familiar with the trope of a father falling in love with his daughter because she resembles his dead wife, which will be the main point of my thesis. I’ll call the wife Morella Senior and the daughter, Morella Junior;

I’ll start with Morella Senior’s death. On her deathbed, she says that: "I am dying—yet shall I live. [...] Her whom in life thou didst abhor, in death thou shalt adore”. She knows that he doesn’t love her, but she also knows that she will be reborn as their child, a child which he ought to love, because she will be as beautiful as Morella was during her prime.

The narrator describes his love for Morella Junior as “a love more fervent and more intense than I had believed it possible to feel for any denizen of earth”. And while, yes, parents are meant to love their children above everything, “fervent” is usually associated with a romantic love and sexual love (well, actually it’s a biblical thing??? but it’s MY blog, so don’t argue with me).

He goes on on describing that the daughter was mature for age, possessing “the adult powers and faculties of the woman”. If we take Morella Junior as being Morella Senior reincarnated and looking for revenge on the narrator who didn’t love her enough in her first life, what could be more tortuous to a man than having his own daughter trying to seduce him? In this new body, Morella is still in love with the narrator, as she doesn’t see him as a father, but he still sees her as a daughter. As she grows older, she becomes more and more like her mother.

“For that her smile was like her mother's I could bear; but then I shuddered at its too perfect identity—that her eyes were like Morella's I could endure; but then they too often looked down into the depths of my soul with Morella's own intense and bewildering meaning.”

When she’s ten years old (each lustrum being five years), the narrator takes her to be baptized, because, although I’ve been calling her Morella Junior, she wasn’t named up to this point in the story. He chooses to officially name her Morella. At this moment, she falls to the ground screaming and dies, leaving the narrator in deep grief.

“And I kept no reckoning of time or place, and the stars of my fate faded from heaven, and, therefore, the earth grew dark, and its figures passed by me like flitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only—Morella.”

It’s interesting to point that Morella Senior leaving the tomb is very similar to Madeline from House of Usher leaving her tomb to go after her brother. We all know that Poe loves to kill women in his stories, but apparently he also likes to have them leave their tombs.

#edgar allan poe #morella #morella and narrator #shipcest #father x daughter #book review #parent x child #filicest

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bratz-kitten · 3 years

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT. 7

gemini and pisces placements are similar in the sense that geminis are able to see things from all perspectives, while pisces are able to empathise with people who have all sorts of different perspectives. pisces placements... be careful with over-empathising with the people who hurt you to the point where you’re understanding why they did it and you start excusing their actions. gemini placements... be careful with seeking the multi-layers and million different perspectives in everything and everyone to the point where you’re driving your own mind insane and you don’t know what your opinion is anymore because you hyper-analyse so much. too much of a good ability becomes a curse.

people with venus-mars aspects have a talent for making people who hate them fall in love with them 💋

moon in the 11th house natives tend to attract friends who get into scandals. moon in the 10th house natives tend to be the ones who get into said scandals. it’s a PERFECT FRIENDSHIP

capricorn placements have a talent for knowing how to make things last. they want to prolong the enjoyment they get out of something for as long as possible, which is why their hobbies, friendships and relationships tend to last a lifetime... hedonistic sluts

since both the 7th house and the 11th house rule fandoms, celebrities with a 7th house or 11th house neptune can attract fans who view them as angels who can’t do nothing wrong — because of this, those celebrities rarely take accountability for their mistakes, since people keep pushing the “but they’re perfect :(“ light on them

pluto conjunct ascendant natives always come off as very serious during first impressions, no matter how approachable and inviting they strive to appear.

sun and moon in the 10th house people may feel as if they’re always exposed to the public eye, they can’t get away with keeping things secretive. others always notice whatever they want kept on the low. this can be especially frustrating if they notice that others aren’t exposed to the same kind of scrutiny that they are for simply existing

lilith in pisces bitches have a natural talent for appearing like angels even in situations where they are 100% guilty. it’s very easy for them to put on their vulnerable, lost puppy act lmfao, which triggers others’ protective instincts. they may be able to cry on cue when people call them out on their bullshit, making them feel like THEY’re the shitty ones for confronting the lilith native... it’s insane

lilith in the 12th house natives may feel as though the themes of lilith are trapped in their psyche, at the core of who they are and those themes become unavoidable for them — they’re always there, lurking in the shadows, becoming the center of their nightmares

people with mercury in the 1st house can feel veryyy threatened and defensive when someone possesses knowledge in an area that they don’t, it’s like it hits them right on their biggest fears. they often either try to “one-up” the other person in an attempt to heal their broken ego or shut down altogether in insecurity. it’s imperative that they work on developing a strong sense of self-worth because they can be extremely prone to comparing their mental skills to those of other people.

people with personal planets in the 12th house may feel as though a lot of their artistic drive is stifled by their lack of energy. like... in the mental realm there’s a lot going on and it’s incredible, but then you pick up a pen to actualize your visions and you feel exhaustion immediately overtaking you. it can feel like there’s a lot to your psyche that feels inaccessible to you not because you don’t want to explore it, but because you have yet to restore the energy to dive deep into it. this can be especially noticeable if there’s absolutely no 5th house energy in the chart

people with jupiter in an earth sign love being surrounded by greeneries in their home; they may take a lot of enjoyment out of taking care of plants, gardening, cooking and stuff of the sort. it makes them feel more grounded, independent, and even healed. they also LOVE scents that connect them to nature like the scent of grass and the ocean.

air mercuries can be very beware of strangers, they can feel offended when their friends make them socialize with someone they don’t know and it can take a hot while before they trust the person enough to lower their defences a bit. they need to know it’s safe before expressing their usual sexy eccentric selves in front of someone new. on the other hand, aries placements can also hate being introduced to new people through their friends but it’s mostly because they’re very territorial over them, and can’t stand the thought that this new person can hurt their friendship in any possible way

meanwhile, it’s probably an earth or leo/sagittarius mercury introducing new friends to the group. they’re so fucking good with people and it shows in how they make people feel welcomed so easily, it’s like they “take” the person in and adopt them into the group. they can’t stand seeing someone being treated like an outcast because they know how it sucks to feel rejected, so they’ll try their best to make you feel included

while on the subject of people who hate seeing others be treated like an outcast because they know how it feels like to be rejected: SCORPIO RISINGS. bro. people underestimate how chill they can actually be. if they see you being left out, they’ll approach you with no fucks given and do anything in their power to make you feel comfortable. they do so well in group settings.

and while on the subject of scorpio risings... i have a scorpio rising friend and he goes thru it on the daily. he often complains that people are always suspicious of him and that they seem repulsed by him, strangers on the street will stay tf away from him. and it’s so heartbreaking because his personality is so friendly and welcoming and it doesn’t at all match his intimidating appearance. scorpio risings have this energy that not many people can handle, others feel either really drawn to them or downright scared of them because of the “danger” element they seem to carry in them

i know two people who are both scorpio suns and libra moons and they look the exact same, even though they have different risings. brown, deep-set eyes, coarse dark hair, naturally tanner skin tone — and they have the same style as well, using lots of band t-shirts and dark clothing. scorpio energy is always so noticeable wherever it is i swear, it’s like it takes over the rest of the chart

gemini moons are what yall claim gemini venuses to be. like, seriously... have you ever met someone with a gemini venus? they don’t need constant stimulation or else they’ll get bored and cheat. not in the slightest; actually, they’re often incredibly loyal and crave longterm, committed relationships. if anything, they need stimulation outside of their relationship in the form of a good, exciting career and hobbies so that they don’t get too addicted to their partner and to constantly analysing every aspect of their relationship. gemini moons however, tend to have multiple partners throughout life and they often feat deep commitment. they can be huge players imo, IT’S THEM YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT!

sagittarius placements are so... tactile? like, they love to touch things. when they go to stores and stuff, they’ll start holding everything that catches their attention— it’s like they can only decide if they want to buy something after thouroughly exploring how it feels, the texture and the energy that the object gives them through touch. and they talk so much with their hands. it makes me so anxious like bitch you aren’t selena gomez, i promise you that you CAN keep your hands to yourself

taurus placements are so weird to me, i can’t understand them. it’s like they’re afraid of exploring their own depths, which in turn makes me unable to explore them. okay, how do i put this... it’s like they have this preset idea of who they are and after deciding so, they’re unwilling to let go of it. “i’m the stable friend who’s here for everyone even when i can barely take care of my own self” and then that’s who they are: the people who are a steady rock in the lives of others, taking care of everyone. and then they refuse to change even after getting hurt. and then, it’s like... well, you can’t just be that. you are a human who contains multitudes, but i don’t think you give yourself enough credit on how layered you are. that fear of changeability, that need to be the one stable thing in a world full of unpredictability will only damage you in the end, because you won’t get to fully experience life’s greatest pleasure: knowing yourself. becoming your own best friend, exploring every layer that there is to your being. i think you deny yourself of that experience because you fear that, with self-learning comes self-growth which leads to transformation. and you fear transformation because you don’t want to change for the worst. but like... transformation is necessary and with that comes adaptability + flexibility, which are things you could greatly benefit from.

scorpio venuses can be so pessimistic— and when they’re in a dark mindset, it’s so difficult to pull them out of it. it’s so difficult to get them to see the good in difficult situations, and to help them believe that it gets better. but even if you don’t believe me, i’ll keep telling you; it does get better. you’ll get through this.

jupiter in the 4th house is an indicator of food having been an amazing part of your childhood; there might’ve been a lot of feasts and you could’ve had a parent who loved to cook. being well fed might be a huge concern for you now; you might get sick easily when you’re eating fast food and non-traditional plates.

mercury square uranus is an extremely difficult aspect to have because, in your earlier years, you might’ve felt dumb or like there was something wrong with your intelligence because you might’ve found school difficult due to it’s structured nature that didn’t fit with the way you like to learn things— you need to learn in an interactive way that piques your interest. your anxiety and any traumatic experienced that you faced could’ve heavily impacted your school performance. you might’ve had an ease with learning but then, when it came to doing the written tests, you couldn’t perform to the best of your abilities. either way, school might’ve been a source of a lot of stress and difficulty.

mercury square pluto can have some weird manifestation where, like... you suspect things but you always suspect the wrong things. i’ve met a few people with this aspect and all of them were extremely suspicious of the most random things who were literally normal and innocent. this aspect can cause a lot of chaos to one’s interpersonal relationships because you might find yourself suspecting your loved ones in the weirdest circumstances due to your trust issues, which in return causes them to lose trust in you + the want to confide in you because you keep questioning everything they’re up to WHEN THEY’RE NOT UP TO ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE. probably the most frustrating thing that can happen with this aspect is when you always suspect what you shouldn’t, but then, when sketchy things are actually happening that should be questioned, you don’t bat an eye to it. omfg it drives me insane

moon conjunct the ascendant can make someone have a very delicate appearance that gives others the impression that they need to handle you like fine china or else you might break. my mother has this at a very tight orb and whenever i bring people over, their first impression of her is always “she looks so frail”. the native might be extremely sensitive to every minor inconvenience which brings a lot of frustration to them, a feeling that they can’t control their reactions and inner turmoil. it can also suck when you don’t want to be depicted as the victim but then that’s the way everyone perceives you. the native might have very expressive and shiny eyes, and they can cry easily. it’s very difficult for them to hide their emotions.

your jupiter sign can signify where you feel an overflow of energy. jupiter in cancer may feel like you have an overflow of nurturing and protective energy towards your loved ones, with a lot of intuition and need for introspection. jupiter in leo can make you feel like you a talent for self-expression and dealing with others, being overly dramatic and prideful at times, and with a huge drive to have fun. jupiter in virgo can feel an overflow of perceptive qualities, with a huge amount of self-awareness and also awareness of your surroundings, ability to constantly analyse and a constant strive for perfection (which btw is impossible since perfection is unattainable and you’re a human being who makes mistakes and that’s completely fine. stop finding flaws where there aren’t none).

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hiya! can you do HCs for the slashers with a male s/o? i usually always see them geared towards women so itd be fun to switch it up! (it could be their first m/m relationship or not, doesnt matter!)

Of course hun! Usually I try to keep my writing pretty gender neutral and as inclusive as possible. Hope you enjoy! Also I’m trying to get better with adding warnings… it’s a work in progress

Slashers x Male S/O

Warning: slight nsfw content in all of these and it’s slashers so mentions of murder, kidnapping, etc

Michael Meyers

Michael isn’t good with feelings, usually his feelings towards others are anything but positive, he’s sure of that. But something about you was different, he wasn’t a fan of the feeling honestly. But Michael is a curious person, so he ends up stalking you for a decent amount of time. Eventually, he’s able to predict your every move, he knows your schedule, has figured out all your favorite things. He knows everything about you.

Michael eventually comes to terms with the fact he has a crush on you. After stalking you for some time, he was able to figure out the feeling. But at first he was honestly contemplating making you his next victim just so the feeling would go away. Now he recognizes it as a good feeling though, he needs to keep you and make you his.

His go to is knocking you out on your way home from work one evening. When you wake up you’re arms are tied to the bed, but he was kind enough to leave your feet unrestrained. At first, he just stares at you, unsure of what to do now that he has you. His favorite thing is watching you while you sleep, you just look so content and happy.

Eventually, Michael lets you wander around the house. He knows you can’t leave him, he’ll simply find you again. After all, he’s stalked you for so long he would be able to find you easily. Even if you do alert the cops it’s not like it’s his first time dealing with them. It’s best if you don’t run away, he isn’t against teaching you not to leave him again if you try.

If you make attempts to be kind to him he absolutely adores it! Massaging his shoulders, rubbing patterns across his skin, baking and cooking for him are all gestures that he loves. But, it also proves to him that you care which makes him more possessive over you.

Speaking of possessive, Michael also has the strong urge to always prove to you that he’s the dominant one. He both needs and craves control and feels the need to prove that he’s bigger and stronger than you are. Expect some rough treatment from time to time, he likes to remind you of your place.

He’s a virgin and the only knowledge he really has about sex comes from what he’s caught his victims doing. While he does do a lot of stalking, he really hasn’t learned much. Besides, most of what he’s seen has been between girls and guys, very rarely has it been anything else. But once you show him? He’s insatiable. While he’s never thought much about his sexual desires before, you’ve completely changed that. You can expect him to be pressing against your ass at any time of the day.

Loves joining you in the shower. One, it’s just an easy way for him to see you naked. Two, he usually gets you to wash his hair and all for him and he loves the feeling. You running your hands all over his body to bathe him leads to three, he usually forces you to your knees and gets you to wrap those pretty lips around him. Loves the sight of you looking up at him with water on you eyelashes and lust in your eyes. Some times you’re gonna need a second shower.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is the one most likely to deny to himself that he finds you attractive. He grew up in the Deep South with a religious family in a religious town. Anything that isn’t between a guy and a girl was always frowned upon so it takes him a minute to come to terms with his feelings.

Once he does expect him to be a big flirt. Turns out, Bo can smooth talk guys and girls all the same. It’s easy for him though considering that there’s so much about you he likes that he never seems to run out of compliments. Quickly decides that he loves the sight of you blushing and flustered by the things he says.

Once again, feels the need to prove that he’s the dominant one. Bo has never given up control to anyone, you’re not going to be any different. Often makes a show of his strength to prove he’s stronger than you. Bo also just loves to manhandle you in general, especially during sex. You just look so cute when you get all flustered about him moving you around like you weigh nothing.

Lots of ass grabbing and lewd comments once he gets comfortable with you. He’s a major pervert, so expect him to be handsy with you all of the time.

Eventually gets to the point where he likes to flaunt you. You spend a lot of time with him down at the station and he occasionally gives you small, easy chores to do, but mostly he keeps you there to chat with and keep him company. This also means that you see a lot more of the victims than you might like to and Bo isn’t afraid to let them know the two of you are together. If anyone says anything rude to you then he makes sure they get turned to wax a lot faster than he normally would. If he deems the comment to offensive then there wont be much left of them to make into wax, sorry Vincent.

Bo likes to make you believe that he would never let you top him. But if your able to hold out long enough, you can make him so needy for you that he’ll relent and allow it, but only just the once. Okay, maybe more than once but it’s still a rare occasion. He still won’t let anyone believe that he would ever bottom though. Like I said before, Bo needs to feel in control and that extends to being in control of you as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t as well versed in relationships as Bo or even Lester. While he would know that he’s attracted to guys, he wouldn’t have much experience at all. He would be very surprised if you showed any interest in him at all honestly, but when you do he knows he has to keep you.

He’s very shy and nervous at first. You’re most likely the first person he’s ever had a romantic relationship with so he’s very unsure of what to do at first. It’ll take a lot of reassurance from you to get him to open up to you and even longer for him to feel confident around you. Since he doesn’t talk and is pretty socially awkward, you can expect small gifts to be his go to way of wooing you. Like a penguin giving you pebbles, he is a large man bringing you wax figures.

Vincent would definitely play a big care taker role honestly. He’s both your protector and your provider. You depend upon him to survive in Ambrose and he enjoys feeling in control for once. Vincent does a good job of making sure you’re taken care of as well. Always makes sure that you eat until your full, gives you only the best of clothes from victims suitcases, and you get first pick of the items left behind by the victims.

Likes keeping you close by. Not down in his workshop of course, he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster and witness the cruel things he does. Besides, he sees you as to precious, to pure and innocent to be able to handle witnessing such things. Of course, you’re aware of the wax figures, but you’re not aware of how they’re made and he wants to keep it that way.

Vincent prefers to have you tied up beneath him with your cheeks flushed and skin covered in sweat. Also thinks your skin looks great when it’s covered in wax. Also loves the way you look so needy for him to give you some sort of relief with your pupils blown wide, lips parted, as your hips attempt buck against his.

However, Vincent does occasionally enjoy letting you take the ropes. This usually happens when he’s stressed out and has to much on his mind. Being able to let go and let you be in charge of his pleasure gives him the freedom and comfort that he needs.

Brahms Heelshire

His parents would be surprised at him requesting a male nanny but so many women had failed that he was curious to try something else. When you came along, he decided that you were perfect for him!

Unlike most of the other slashers, Brahms is more than okay with you topping him, He secretly enjoys being forced into submission and only occasionally likes to take up the dominant role in the bedroom. Goes absolutely feral for the way you discipline him and get him to submit and be good, especially since you never fail to tell him what a good boy he is and how much you enjoy him being well behaved just for you.

At the start though, he simply watches you through the walls. Especially enjoys watching you while you’re in your room or taking a shower. He’s a dirty little wall pervert what do you expect. Once he watches you jerk off for the first time, he quickly decides that he’s 100% attracted to you. Like I said, he’s a dirty wall man.

Enjoys that you still follow the schedule and do such a good job of filling the domestic roles he craves. You provide him with more structure and stability than anyone else previously had. You’re not scared to discipline him when he steps out of line and you do such a good job of taking care of him. Especially loves when you indulge him and spoil him, it drives him crazy.

He’s needy and clingy and loves to cuddle up to you. Brahms is practically glued to your hip 24/7, following you around the mansion like a lost puppy. He’s lucky you find him cute otherwise you would grow annoyed with him quite easily. He enjoys laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it’s really soothing to him.

Please read to him while he cuddles up against you. It’s his favorite thing ever, especially if you give him attention while you do so like playing with his hair or simply running your free hand up and down his back soothingly.

Will purposefully find ways to get dirty so that you have to bathe him. Refuses to get into the tub or shower unless you join him. Really just wants to be pressed up against the shower wall and fucked. If he needs an excuse to see you naked, he’ll steal your clothes and hide them. Then he watches from the walls as you have to go up to your room to get more clothes. The clothes he stole will remain in his room within the walls to curl up with whenever he pleases.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Honestly these two would compete over you. Might even have a bet over who can woo you first. They get jealous of the other very easily.

Billy is intimidating and plenty of people are scared of him, for good reason of course. So with him you don’t really have to worry about anyone being rude or saying anything offensive. If they do then you’ll see them on the news within the next few days. If you mention it to Billy he basically says “wow, that’s unfortunate, whatever will the world do without them.”

Stu is more likely to get physical with the person as soon as anything offensive leaves their mouth. Usually he’s less affected than Billy but he’s just so protective over you that he can’t manage to keep his cool. Sadly this means he can’t kill the person since he would be more likely to be a suspect after a physical altercation like that. They’ll still have a broken nose.

Billy is more likely to be a top, Stu is more likely to bottom but he is a switch so he likes to top occasionally to. Billy is also more rough with you in bed and enjoys running the blade of his knife across your skin while he has his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He degrades you while he fucks you, even the praise is degrading, telling you how good you look getting fucked like the slut you are. Stu is a lot sweeter and needier when it comes to sex. He likes to praise and compliment you, telling you how good you make him feel and how good you look just for him.

Both of them are very proud of you. They aren’t afraid to show you off or be seen with you. We all know that Stu is handsy but Billy isn’t afraid to sweet talk you in front of anyone and everyone. Claims he’s classier than Stu for not basically shoving his hand down your pants in public like he hasn’t grinded against you multiple times already. He’s just more discreet about being handsy in public.

Jesse Cromeans

You get to live lavishly with Jesse, that’s for sure. He makes sure to absolutely spoil you, anything you want is yours. The movies confirmed multiple times that he’s rich and it turns out when it comes to you, Jesse is very generous with his money.

Although, he does love choosing what you wear. Of course all of the clothes in your large closet are designer, he can’t have his boyfriend looking poor. Jesse prefers to dress you up in expensive dress shirts, slacks, and ties, something about it just gets him going. Some times he’ll allow you to wear sweatpants or whatever comfy clothes you want but it’s still going to be name brand stuff.

Also likes to shower with you. Picks out expensive and high end products so that you always smell good. Of course Jesse always smells good, his favorite colognes are never less than $100 for even a small bottle. Sometimes when he comes home late at night and crawls into bed next to you, you can still smell the slight metallic scent of blood on him. It’s usually hard to notice though since the sheets smell strongly of him that it can mask it.

He’s perverted and loves to show you off. Once you find out what he does, he won’t hesitate to take you with him on his “business trips” to different warehouses. Jesse keeps you safely tucked away in his office though, he can’t risk putting you in harms way and certainly doesn’t want you to witness the carnage. Prefers you to sit in his lap during meetings and he isn’t afraid to feel you up during them either.

If he ever gets you to blow him under his desk one day don’t expect him to let you stop just because Spann or Preston walks in. Jesse won’t hesitate to force your head back down if you try and pull away. In fact, having you choke on his cock while someone else in the room does nothing but make him feel even more aroused. Luckily for you, it’ll definitely deter Spann from trying to make any more moves on your boyfriend.

Asa Emory

Asa is a sadist and he absolutely loves to see you squirm. You can expect constant teasing and degrading from him at all times, very rarely does he compliment you. When he does compliment you though, just know he truly means them. Asa doesn’t really do feelings, his best way of showing he cares for you is by keeping you locked in his home rather than in his demented hotel.

Honestly, he probably does his best to keep you from knowing about the extent of his nightly activities. Of course you know about the hotel, you spent a few months there. You also know Asa is sadistic and enjoys hurting other people, even you that he cares so much about. But your stay at the hotel was luxurious compared to what happens to the other people in there. And while he inflicted some pain and left small cuts on you with his knife, it was nothing compared to the way he tortured the other people.

Again, Asa needs control and enjoys being in charge of everything you do. He picks out your clothes, plans out your day for you, he’s into the whole dumbification thing. You have a list of responsibilities like cooking for him and keeping the already neat house clean and tidy. Your not just his boyfriend, you’re his pet. Anything he instructs you to do, you do, otherwise you’ll be punished.

Makes sure you have your own guard dog. He hates having to leave you alone and so he leaves his best trained German Shepherd with you to keep you safe. But on the bright side at least you have well trained company that also happens to be very cuddly and friendly with you. Just don’t let Asa know you let the dog on the couch…

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reckless [02.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. angst, toxic situations

✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.

one ✘ two ✘ three

One glance at the tall man beside you, and you would’ve thought he would pass out soon.

Satoru had been endlessly fidgety hours before the appointment. Flicking from music stations to another, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel or sighing at the sight of you calmly watching the city go by in a flash – it was clear he was restless. Judging from the dark circles he tried to conceal under a pair of shades, he probably hadn’t slept much last night as well.

Now that you were both inside the clinical room, with you laying back down on the reclined bed, belly exposed and all for him to marvel at, his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. “Satoru, calm down. It’s just a doctor’s appointment.”

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m just…excited yet nervous, you know? It feels so real now.”

Real didn’t begin to cover it. Although you masked your nervous quite well, you felt your stomach tighten when a woman came in. Her smile was gentle and comforting enough, talking you both through the process and spilling little fun facts about pregnancy. She applied a cool gel over your belly before turning to a screen, where mixed dots and waves of black and white blurred in front of your visions. Your eyes widened in awe, throat dry from the inability to speak. The baby had always felt real, but seeing it with your own two eyes, a small figure barely even a comprehensible shape in the screen, you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“That’s mine?” Satoru breathed out, absentmindedly looping his hands through yours. It made you stiffen for a quick second, but your attention was quickly pulled back to the sonogram. “We made that?”

Your heart clenched at his words.

He sounded so happy – like all his dreams came true and you’d just given him a gift that was beyond priceless. You supposed it really was; a baby was always a miracle and joy to have, but this child wasn’t made out of love. How could he have so much fondness for something he didn’t want in the first place?

“The baby is perfectly healthy. This pregnancy doesn’t seem like a high-risk one, but it’s too early to tell so we’ll keep checking in on you,” the doctor pushed her glasses back to her nose, the sound of her cool voice pulling you back from a dangerous path of self-doubt and wariness. “Do you guys want to know the gender?”

Glancing at Satoru, you shook your head. It was amusing that you didn’t need to share words before he got the meaning behind one look, and he squeezed your hand as if to say he understood.

“I’d like that to be more of a surprise. Thank you, doctor.”

“Congratulations on being a father, Sir,” she bowed, and it occurred to you just now she was probably a family doctor. Satoru did end up keeping his promise that your pregnancy be kept private for a while. This little detail made you turn to him with shock written all over your face, though his attention was centred in on the swirling monochrome colours on the screen. Whether the doctor noticed the brewing tension between you two or not, you were still gad when they bowed once more to excuse themselves. “I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

The moment she was gone, you sat up and pushed your blouse down. Satoru’s demeanour had changed as well. His smile was wiped from his face, replaced only by a slight downturn of his lips.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed, not minding one bit that he was inches away from resting his chin onto your thighs. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You’ve been so worried since we got here.”

Satoru winced.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Even if you aren’t, it’s not that hard to see through you,” you spoke gently, a spirit possessing you because there would’ve been no other logical reason on why you placed a palm over his. Satoru’s hands were warm and large as he cupped your knee, tracing little patterns over your jeans as he kept his gaze lowered to the floor. It was an odd sight to see; that the Gojo Satoru refused to look a woman in the eye. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Satoru’s sigh is painfully drawn out, though his chuckles took the brunt.

“I don’t know what to do – how to be a father, I mean. Don’t you ever get worried…that maybe we might fuck up and ruin someone’s life?”

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes – which you really wished he didn’t, because you’d never seen such azure this up close before. It was no secret that his eyes alone stole the hearts of people, but you had to remind yourself he broke them as well, so that you pulled away right before he got too close for comfort. It wasn’t what he needed anyway. Satoru simply required reassurance, so you opted for an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Weren’t you the one telling me the other day we’ll work it out?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile lighting up his features once more. “Are you feeling good? There’s someplace I want to take you, as a celebration for our healthy baby.”

You pursed your lips. As much as you appreciated his enthusiasm, this ‘celebration’ didn’t sound like a good idea. You’ve made mistakes before and now you lived the consequence of it; being reckless was outdated. Caution, wariness, and space were the top three perfect recipes for the complete opposite of a disaster.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not?” he challenged, taking your hand in his as he guided you out the clinic. You made no comment on why he led you out the back where he’d parked his car, even going as far to bow for you as he opened your door. “Liven up a little, we got good news today! Plus, we didn’t both take a day for nothing. Come on, you’re going to have fun, I promise you!”

“And where would we go where people won’t recognize you?”

“Somewhere people are too lost in their own world to focus on others,” Satoru announced before sending you a side glance, smooth hands already on their way to rev the engine.

This wouldn’t go down well. Or at least that was what you wanted to believe, because his smile and excitement were too contagious that you couldn’t restrain the smile you wore.

“A carnival? Really? We’re too old for this.”

“We’re never too old for anything,” he insisted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he maneuvered from stall to stall. Everywhere around you, children and people of all ages milled by, laughter and screams that fading into the distance. One survey at the long, endless lines for the rides and crowded spaces, you grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable weight resting on your shoulders that was beyond Satoru’s hands. “Aw, come on, don’t be such a bore. Day offs like these are rare and think about the baby! Don’t you think they would’ve wanted us to get a long?”

“You’re just using the baby as an excuse to have fun.”

Of course he would – Gojo Satoru was like a man-child. Whether it was someone randomly bringing donuts or puppies into the office, he easily lit up like a firework, seemingly finding joy in every little thing. Being stuck in the office and forced to work his ass off under your supervision must’ve taken a toll on him too.

Add on the fact he hadn’t gone out on dates or parties ever since he found out he was going to be a dad, the desperation to go out and do something was written all over his face.

Satoru pouted. “That’s mean. Take that back.”

“No.”

“And I’m the childish one here?” he snickered. You merely rolled your eyes at him and gave in; too much time spent working and not enough time relaxing (not that being a carnival was your definition or relaxation, but alas, Satoru was dragging you around everywhere like always) wouldn’t be good for the baby.

“You see that bear over there? I’m going to win that for you. It could be my first ever present for our baby.”

There was no stopping him. You didn’t want to, either, because you just stood there, arms crossed against your chest as you let him do whatever he pleased. A literal man-child, a youthful soul stuck in an irritatingly attractive man’s body – these were the thoughts that ran through your head while Satoru kept swinging his arm back and forth. He chose a stall where you had to knock down stacks of cans down with one set of three balls, all because he wanted to win a bear. You would really rather go home than watch him fail four times now, but he wasn’t giving up, only flexing his shoulders before gesturing to the young man.

“Hey man, three more balls please.”

Nothing was funny about it at all. Watching your boss fail miserably even after ten tries shouldn’t have been so hilarious, yet sweat was dripping all over his face and his patience was hanging on a loose thread that you were giggling before you knew it.

His usual confident bravado began to tear down bit by bit, his face flushed from the sounds of your teasing.

“Satoru, stop,” you laughed, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and your wallet might as well be empty! You can just go buy a bear at the mall.”

“You’re too functional. Where would be the meaning behind it if I just bought a random bear?” he huffed, pushing the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows. Determined now more than ever, he even stretched his long arms side to the side with a shake of his hips. You could tell the young man manning the stall was hiding his amusement by whistling to himself, but Satoru really was such a ridiculous sight you couldn’t blame him. “No, I’m going to get that for you, then I’ll brag to my baby how cool their dad was when he knocked those cans down.”

“You mean, if you knock those cans down.”

His shoulders deflated. “Support me a little bit, will you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, it might just inflate your ego and you’ll be too distracted by yourself to ever actually knock those cans down,” He threw a ball with a force so strong it hit the curtain above the cans, and it bounced back somewhere below the tables. It didn’t even touch the can by a smidge, and you snorted. “See what I mean?”

Expecting that Satoru would take insult to heart (as his ego was easily wounded, this much you knew when he refused to talk to anyone at the office for a whole day because one of his directors forgot his name) you smirked at him, but that smirk immediately dropped when he grinned back at you. He was no longer wimpy like before, an aura of confidence brimming from him. “That’s like the second time you’ve told me I was distracting,” he mused, leaving you baffled because he was right. “On the contrary, I think you’rea lot more distracting, so I take that back. Just stand there and watch me win.”

“Okay,” you drawled out in faux disinterest, thankful for the corny carnival music and chatter from the crowd that he couldn’t hear your poor beating heart.

You were too focused on pretending to be unbothered by him that you failed to see how the cans were knocked down. The counter guy was already picking them up as Satoru pumped his fists in the air, way too much like a child high on sugar.

Was this really the father of your baby?

“I won! I fucking won! That huge brown bear, please!”Satoru’s smile from holding the bear that was half his size couldn’t even compare to the city lights and sparklers. Even his eyes were lit up in joy as he skipped back to you, happily waving the doe-eyed bear in front of you. At your lack of reaction, he sighed before jutting his cheek out to you. “No congratulations kiss?”

“How about a slap?”

“Kinky,” he teased, sending your brain to overheat when he tapped his chin in thought. “Well, you did make my back bleed so I kind of got the idea you’re sort of extreme in bed – ow! Would you please stop hitting me? I just won you a wonderful prize and your first reaction is to hit me! This arm is exhausted from swinging endlessly, you know.”

“Maybe if you aimed better, you wouldn’t have had to exhaust yourself. Like I said, you could’ve just bought a bear,” you scolded, raising your arm threateningly when he opened his mouth again. Idiot. “Give me that.”

Satoru effortlessly swung the bear until it was under your chins, his white lashes ethereal as he peeked at you through them. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath dusting on your cheeks, that same warmth that had been mixing with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss just weeks ago. “And who said I was letting you carry this?” he taunted, thoroughly enjoying how for once, you weren’t hitting him.“I’m supposed to wave this around proudly then place it in our baby’s room when we get home. Besides, your hand looks heavy already.”

“My hands? Wait, what do you mean our baby’s room?”

At your words and questioning gaze, Satoru did a quick turn, trying to use the bear as a shield.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I may or may not have had my parents’ guest room renovated as a baby room, although if you ask me, I think moving somewhere else would be much better. Raising a child in a penthouse doesn’t seem like such a great idea if you ask me,” opening your mouth to scold him, Satoru stopped you by placing a finger on your lips, noses grazing against each other. “Don’t scold me right now; I know that look on your face and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? We can still decorate it ourselves. I just had the beds removed and the space cleaned out. Now stop over thinking and let me help you with your problem.”

You pushed his face away for the sake of your heart. In fact, you should be paid for your acting skills for looking so unaffected.

“What problem?”

“Your hands look heavy,” he beamed, long fingers looping through yours as he swayed them side to side. “So let me carry it for you.”

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he blinked innocently while surrendering his free hand, “I’m not doing this for you, it’s for the baby. Did you know oxytocin is released and makes you feel good and reduces pain, maybe even stress? We can pump your oxytocin levels through touch. It also lowers your blood pressure, and we want you at your happiest and healthiest for this pregnancy, right?”

“Since when were you an expert on this?”

“Since I found out I’m becoming a dad,” his words struck you speechless, mouth pressed into a flat line as you stared him openly. You hadn’t mean to come off as rude in that moment; you were just trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words, to explore the depth in his eyes, but Satoru must’ve took it wrong as he cleared his throat, “I can let go if you really want me to.”

“N-no! It’s fine…can we move? We’ve been standing here for ten minutes now,” Embarrassed, you pointed to the closest thing in your sight – a photo booth. “How about there? That looks fun.”

Satoru followed where your arm was pointed, laughing when a couple exited the red curtains while giggling amongst themselves. The guy even leaned down to steal a long kiss from his lover, and if you were embarrassed before, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back again right now. “You know, if you wanted me to be stuck in a cramped space next to you, you could’ve just said so. I didn’t bring the limo with me, but the Audi could be pretty small for us, I guess…”

You hissed at him in warning, “God, you never shut up do you?”

“It made you smile.”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“Sure, mommy, whatever you say,” bumping his hip with yours, Satoru led you inside the cube. There were a plethora of filters to choose from; ranging from heart frames and ones that placed shades on your face. Not really thinking of what to pick, you reached out to press the frog hats one, but Satoru was swatting your hands away for the effect with heart emojis everywhere. “This is cute. We can show this to our baby once they’re born.”

“They won’t really know what a Polaroid is, Satoru.”

“It’s still sentimental!” he grumbled before clicking the camera icon, a huge smile already on his face until he saw you squished on the other side of the booth. Only one side of your ear could be seen, and Satoru furrowed his brows at you. “Come closer, you’ll be cropped from the frame.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t act shy now, I already fucked a baby into you,” mouth falling open at the vulgarity of his words, Satoru took the chance to drag you beside him. “Relax, you’re always so stiff. Our baby might come out frowning if you keep huffing like that.”

“You’re too close for comfort.”

“My apologies, I’ll try not to be included in the photo when you’re the one who suggested this in the first place,” he muttered playfully, booping your nose before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He was close, too close, that his musky perfume filled the close space. You wanted to lean closer to his warmth and sturdiness of his broad shoulders; his mere presence bringing about a sense of tranquillity despite your words. You told yourself it shouldn’t be too bad to lean into him for just a little while, absentmindedly following him as he cheers, “Smile!”

One photo turned into two, and Satoru ended up inserting a few more bills into the slot to take more. He tried out as many filters as he wanted, acting as if you two had been long time friends from how easy it was for him to be around you like that.

You supposed it came from his heavy experience with women. You were so unlike; while he was open to touch and didn’t care too much about space, you craved it deliriously.

It was obvious none of this meant anything to Satoru. You were probably just another woman in his life, with the exception that you had a kid, but you couldn’t mean something more. If anything, he treated you more like an old friend than a lover. He’d said it himself before that you weren’t his type and you didn’t mind, so why did it hurt the longer you mulled about it? Sure, you may not be as attractive or luxurious as his previous lovers, but did you really not even have charismatic pull? Is it because you weren’t his type that he was so casual with you, while you on the other hand, felt like you would lose your mind at every little thing he did?

You watched as Satoru pulled out his wallet and kept the Polaroid of you both grinning at the camera, forming a silly heart shape with your hands per his request. It was silly and platonic – yet the gesture confused you to no end.

“Why’d you do that?”

Satoru’s hand paused. “Am I not allowed to…?”

“We’re not lovers. You can’t just put a photo of us in your wallet.”

As if to prove a point, Satoru pulled out more photos of his wallet and showed it to you. There were several more wallet-sized photos, mostly of his white cat with black shades, another of him and his best friend, Shoko, and the last photo was of him skiing. They were all placed in his wallet along with a small, faded out photograph of what seemed to be his parents from the younger days. You couldn’t understand why he was showing you this, much less how patient he was as he smiled softly at you. “It’s memorabilia. I keep photos of everyone I care about everywhere with me,” he said, pocketing his wallet back before gazing up at the night sky. “I like to think we’re friends, at least. We’re definitely not just boss and employee anymore.”

Then what are we?

There were so many things you wanted to ask. You always knew he was always this overly friendly and nice, but what did make you? What did a friend mean to him? Other than Shoko, who was his lesbian friend who was also the company’s resident doctor, you’d never seen him be platonic with another female before.

The realization made your mood drop.

Maybe you were right. He probably didn’t even see you as a woman, but what did it matter? You didn’t like him. You shouldn’tlike him. Even if he had no intentions of wooing you, Gojo Satoru was far too appealing for his own good. Being around him was dangerous for your heart.

“Wanna ride the ferris wheel? The night city always looks beautiful.”

He was just your boss...and you were just a friend. Things were going to be alright as long as no feelings were involved. You survived seven years of working with him with not a single moment where your heart fluttered when he spoke your name; a baby made between you shouldn’t change anything now. At the end of the day, you were both only doing this out of responsibility. Satoru was trying his best to become a supportive co-parent to you, and that was all it ever would be. Strictly business – purely professional – as it always had been and always will be.

Foolish girl, you could hear a voice whisper at the back of your head, don’t get too lost in his eyes.

“Y/N, are you tired? Do you want to go home now? We can just order dinner to be delivered if you’re exhausted,” Satoru tugged at your sleeve to get your attention, and you chuckled awkwardly, not meaning to have spaced out the whole time. Worry was written all over his face from the way his brows dipped, stunning blue eyes darkening like the night sky you both made memories under.

Don’t look at me like that...

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you chirped far too brightly than you would’ve liked. Right now, it was more of a mission of fake it til you make it. You would just have to keep exerting the same amount of effort into making this work for the baby’s sake. And if that meant pushing aside any budding desire for this to last any longer to focus on your ‘friendship’, then you would do it. Taking Satoru’s hand for the first time since the baby ordeal, you flashed him a genuine smile. “The ferris wheel sounds nice. Let’s do some sightseeing before the night ends.”

Neither of you speak inside the cab. Beautiful the night was as the city shone into awakening illumination beneath you, comforting you with the thought that in the grand scheme of it all, you were small. Insignificant. That somehow everything you worried about wouldn’t matter when there was a much bigger world out there, and you were but a fickle dot in the middle of its entirety. But that was you, and Gojo lived in a much different world than you did. For somewhere in the city, you could recognize several of the sky towers, buildings, and establishments owned by his family. He mattered in the grand scheme; you were a small factor in his world.

Glancing back at the man who’d been silent the whole ride, you smiled upon seeing that he was doing the same. Satoru was practically bouncing in his seat as he snapped several photos of the city, mumbling something about he’d never seen this view before.

He was so innocent yet so out there, igniting within you an urge to take care of him and wanting to be taken care of by him.

You’d already accepted that you may just never have him that way. That small, fleeting crush was like a butterfly – pretty look at, but damn near impossible to catch. You’d already stopped crying yourself to sleep over the new changes brought about in your body, that in a few months’ time, you’d look back into everything and see that everything had changed. The mistakes you made that night were still something you regretted because you wished you could’ve done better, but seeing him right in front of you now, there was only gratefulness blooming within. Grateful that he was right by your side, grateful that at least the father of your child was more than capable of giving them a comfortable life, grateful that he didn’t push you away like you expected.

Acting more on impulse than logic, you leaned over to press your lips on his cheek.“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you let your lips stay there for a few more seconds.

His skin was warm underneath your touch, and when you opened your eyes, Satoru was gazing up at you with stars twinkling in the vast galaxy he called his eyes. You smiled at his reaction, watching as he reached a palm out to caress that spot your lips had landed.“For what?”

“For everything,” you crumbled,“You’re not a bad person, Satoru, I know that,” with shuddered breaths, tears sprung at the back of your eyes again. “I’m sorry for being so difficult. I just need time to adjust to…well, all of this.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you were crying before you knew it, face hidden behind your palms in fear he’d look at you differently. In his eyes, you were always his stoic secretary who didn’t even bat an eye when people gave you backlash after Satoru hired you despite the lack of a college degree.

This all felt new – to cry, to trust, to rely on someone – and there was a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

Scooping you into his arms, Satoru patted your back as your cries grew louder. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to rush into anything at all.”

In the harsh world of conglomerates where the laws of business blurred thinner and thinner with each day, it was hard to believe that not rushing into anything would be possible. It was always a flurry of hurried phone calls, frantic preparations for emergency meetings, anxiety over presenting new proposals and hoping that your superiors would sign your documents so you could go about your way. Time was as imperative as money was to them, but Satoru had proved he could be beyond that.

From the moment you met him, he never treated time as if it was something that slipped through his fingertips. He enjoyed every second he had of his life, and perhaps that was why you hated him so much in the first place.

You thought he took everything for granted, when in reality, all he did was bask in the little things life offered.

This much, at least, you trusted him with. If he said there would be no need to rush and you could both take it slow, he meant it. Around him, time felt more like a secret whisper than a treasure you both had to seize to protect. The night drifted off until it was already midnight and the crew was ushering all visitors out. You and Satoru made it home safely and quietly, hands linked together as if it was the most natural thing ever. No rush, you kept telling yourself, and you plopped down on the couch heavily as you let your muscles relax from such a long, eventful day.

You stayed there for a solid minute or so when you felt warm hands take your heels off. Opening your eyes, Satoru kneeled before you, his fingers expertly rubbing and pushing against the sore muscles of your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your feet must be tired from all that walking,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to meet your eyes and tease your shoulder back. “Lean back for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Judging by the sentiment behind his smile, you figured it wouldn’t be harmful to enjoy this at least once. You’ve never gotten foot massages before but his hands kneading yours felt heavenly. You knew from experience beforehand that Satoru was quite godly when it came to the skills and magic his fingers brought, though this one was on a different level, and you were sinking deeper into the couch from the bliss. He was right; you were tired, and if having your boss massage you like this every night after dragging you wherever he pleased, then you wouldn’t complain.

The ringing of your phone made you sit up abruptly, surprising Satoru whose head you almost knocked into. “Sorry,” you croaked out sheepishly, “It’s my dad. I need to take this.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?”

“Uh, no, you’re fine.”

Satoru gestured to your foot as you took the call, mouthing, “Should I continue?”

“Yes, please,” you answered back, palm pressed over the mic before you answered. “Hey, Dad!” Your father greeted you back with much enthusiasm, his energy heard even by Satoru who sent you small smiles and curious glances every now and then. A part of you wanted to ask if he was fine kneeling on the floor like that, but his knees were on the fur carpet anyway that it shouldn’t hurt him. He extended your leg and trailed up your calves, pulling a soft moan from you when he kneaded the flesh and rid it of its knots. His ministrations distracted you until you were nodding absentmindedly to your Dad every now and then, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Then the call ended, and his last words kept ringing back into your head ominously. Satoru took quick notice of this as he tapped your knee, bringing your attention back to him. “Is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I...” you started, helplessly fumbling around Satoru. “My dad is in Tokyo. He said he wants to have dinner with me.”

“You don’t look particularly happy about that. Do you not want to meet your father?”

“I do but...”

“But?”

“I have to tell him about this,” you shivered, refracting your legs back to the couch until his touch disappeared from your skin. For a moment, you had the urge to crawl back to his heat, but you were restless, agitated. “About us. He’s going to want to meet you and I don’t want to hide the pregnancy from him either,” Satoru remained unmoving as you rambled, and you hid your face behind your arms again as you remembered the rules you asked him to follow. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sound unfair right now, I know I said I didn’t want anyone else knowing—”

Warm lips brushed over your knuckles, large hands peeling your wrists to reveal your face. “Hey, it’s fine. He’s family and you can tell him. It’s not like your Dad would ruin your image or something like you expected to happen.”

“He won’t but...” you frowned, “My dad isn’t going to like this. I can’t guarantee he’ll be civil the whole time, especially towards you.”

“You told him about me?”

“A few years ago, yeah, when I still couldn’t tolerate you.”

“So you can tolerate me now?”

“Only a little bit,” you corrected, pushing his hands away as you opened your phone to check your schedule. It was mostly Satoru’s schedule, truth be told, but you were free for the most part tomorrow. Satoru could just longue back in his office while you clocked out early to meet your dad. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. On second thought, he doesn’t have to know at all. I’m only a few weeks in and it’s not like he’ll notice—”

“Y/N,” Satoru interrupted you, rudely snatching his phone from your shaking fingers. You would’ve scolded him had he not sounded so worried. “I did promise I would take responsibility for you, right? I want to meet your dad and introduce myself properly. As a father-to-be, I think I can somewhat understand that he might react strongly to this, but I also need to reassure him you’re in safe hands,” taking your hand in his, Satoru leaned into your palm, the smile he wore way too charming than what your heart could handle. “As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to meet him.”

“I’m sorry if he does something stupid.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’m sure everything will go well.”

It didn’t go well. Your father wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene like you originally feared, but the current situation wasn’t any better either. He looked like he was on the verge of tearing Satoru’s head apart, his grip on the bread knife so tight his knuckles flashed white. Your father was the literal definition of unpredictable and out of nervousness, you held Satoru’s hand under the table for comfort.

In complete opposition of yours, Satoru handled it with class and composure. His head was ducked down in respect, making sure to be curt and precise in counters to your father’s harsh accusations.

“I’m really sorry for everything, Sir.”

“Did you ruin my daughter’s life?”

Satoru finally tilted his head back up to look your father in the eye, both your hands turning cold and sweaty in between the seats. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you ruined my daughter’s life by getting her pregnant.”

“I would never intend for that to happen, Sir,” Satoru straightened up. From your perspective, he looked every bit the man parents would want their children to be with – handsome, elegant, educated, polite, respectful and well-off – but your father was no ordinary parent. He sized Satoru up like a predator hunting his prey even as the latter acted cool about it. “Granted, it was an accident and neither of us are prepared for this, but I promise I’ll take care of her. I take responsibility as the father and you have nothing to worry about.”

Your dad slammed his palms down on the table, the loud smack catching the attention of nearby tables. “How dare you tell me I have nothing to worry about?”

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

“No, he needs to know,” he snapped. Unable to help it, you groaned inwardly and scooted closer to Satoru, knowing where this was leading. “I lost her mother right after she was born; raised her by myself when I was barely out from high school. Rich men like you may never understand the struggles of taking care of a baby all by yourself, but I did everything I could to make sure she grew up well. My daughter had a happy, comfortable life. When she told me she wanted to follow her dreams in Tokyo, I supported her, and then you go take everything away from her because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? You dare defile her like that?”

“Dad!” you roared, clutching Satoru’s hand who’d gone limp. “It was equally my responsibility as it is his! I wanted this; we both got carried away but we’re doing our best, so please stop being difficult to us.”

“You wanted this?” he laughed dryly, “A child with this man you kept moaning to me about; the same man who went to clubs every night while he left you all by yourself to work, to clean up his mess from him? You wanted him?”

“Dad,” you gritted your teeth, nails sinking down onto your thigh. Satoru remained silent between you both, although you could feel his burning gaze penetrating through the back of your skull. “It’s both our mistake. But this child...we don’t see it as that. We like to view it as a blessing. It may be true we harbour no affection for one another, but we want to be good parents. That’s all you need to know and I find no reason to explain myself to you. If you have nothing else to say, you can go back home. I’ll pay for your ride,” slamming down a few bills his way, you glared at your father, who shrunk back at the anger radiating off of you. “You’re not welcome here, Dad. Just go back home.”

“I’m just worried for you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I never said you were,” he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. “But he just took all your opportunities away from you! What about your dreams? What about your plan of having your own career once you have enough experience? What about—”

“Are you implying that because I’m pregnant, suddenly I’m not qualified to fulfil my goals?”

“Sir,” Satoru cut you off, releasing your hands as he leaned forwards on the table, becoming more and more like the CEO he was trained to be – all authority and gentle command that won the hearts of multiple investors. “I assure you that I won’t be holding your daughter back from the things she wants to achieve. As her co-parent, I’m perfectly capable of supporting her in the dreams she wishes to achieve. I’ve worked with her for years; I know she can reach for the stars if she wanted.”

Your mind blanked.

“Young man, don’t talk to me as if you know my daughter better than I do,” your father scorned, “I’m not questioning your capability to support her, but what about your credibility? How can you assure me you’ll really be there for her? How can you assure me you won’t leave my daughter stranded in the middle of nowhere? How can you assure me you can protect her from the harsh criticism of society? Money can’t provide nor does it solve anything,” your father copied his gesture by leaning forward, but it was to poke Satoru’s chest. “From what I’ve heard about you, I suppose you understand perfectly well why I don’t trust you.”

“Sir, I do plan on marrying your daughter and to give her the life she deserves,” Satoru confessed, effectively stealing from you the ability to speak as he glimpsed your way. “If she lets me.”

“You’ll marry her? Be faithful to her as your wife and have a family? Are you sure you can do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m highly confident I can. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Then that’s all I need to know,” your father leaned back in your seat, arms crossed against his chest and a stern expression on his face. “And if I find out you hurt or make my daughter cry in any way, I’ll beat up that pretty face of yours. I have two more sons that’re willing to do the same, if you don’t watch your actions.”

Satoru beamed at your father’s ‘approval.’ “I’ll face any consequence if I fall short on my duties, Sir, but I assure you, it will never have come to that.”

“So we’ve come to an agreement?”

The two men linked and shook hands across the table, completely disregarding the fact you were right beside him. You were beyond appalled, but mostly hurt that you’d been reduced to this way. And they were unaware of it, too, sickening and satisfied yet tense smiles were masked on their faces as they decided your future.

You stood up and left the restaurant.

You kept walking as fast as you could in the cold night, hands shoved into the coat of your pockets. Thousands of pin needles pricked at your heart and your skin the more you replayed the memory in your head. How stupid were you to think that Satoru would be different? And marriage? Was he serious? It all made you sick to the core to the point you wanted to throw up and disappear, until a heavy set of footsteps echoed behind you and tugged your wrist.

“Y/N, wait!” Satoru panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s wrong with you? You just up and left—”

“Seriously, Satoru, you’re asking me that?” your face fell flat at his cluelessness, “What’s wrong with you? You men are sickening; planning my entire future like that right in front of me as if I don’t have a say in what I want. None of you asked if I’m okay with this. You really went ahead deciding we’ll get married when I told you already, I don’t want to marry you and I never will!”

Satoru brushed a hand over his hair, a hand on his hip. You could tell his patience was being tested – after being verbally harassed by your father and now with you pushing back in the same heat, it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. Surprisingly enough, however, his voice remained levelled as he sighed. “What did you expect me to do back there? Tell your father that we’re just going to be roommates and raise a child together as if we’re not already family?” he defended, words slow and pronounced with a hint of hurt behind them. “I respect you and I truly do want to be with you, that’s why I wanted us to get married.”

“You respect me?” you laughed incredulously, “Are you hearing yourself right now? No person respects another by deciding what happens to my life without my consent!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask, okay? I apologize for it and I acknowledge my mistake that I didn’t give you much of a choice. Me being cornered and pressured isn’t a good excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want to take care of you and—”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” you demanded, “Why do you want to take care of me so badly? How did you even take this so well? You weren’t even that angry when I told you I was pregnant.”

Satoru paled. “Was I supposed to be? Should I have pushed you away and kicked you out my life? Is that what you wanted me to do, or is that what you expected from me, considering you’ve made it extremely clear I’m nothing but your airheaded boss and a man who always wants his dick wet, right?” the sting of his words pricked you both – you with your guilt, and him with his pride crushed. But he didn’t let on, didn’t waver and didn’t match your anger as his chest shook with impatience. “I’m trying to be good to you; I want to be good for you and the baby because despite what you think of me, I’m not the devil the tabloids make me out to be. I sleep around, yeah, but I wouldn’t go so far to turn someone away especially when I know I’m supposed to be there.”

“Satoru, if you’re only doing this out of obligation, you can be a good father without marrying me. Marriage is not a requirement; I don’t care what people say that I got pregnant without getting married. That’s the least of my concern, I just want the baby to grow up healthy but I don’t want to be involved with you.”

With how stunned Satoru looked, one would’ve thought you slapped him right in the face. That mere sight of seeing your boss tear his walls down in front of you almost made you feel bad, but you had to be strong.

You had to be firm with what you stood for.

“I really don’t want to be with you, Satoru. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, begging and pleading as he stood before you, looking every bit of a man lost in uncharted territory. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. One moment, you’re telling me you want me to be a good father, and then the next you’re pushing me away. People are so sure that I’m a man who can never settle down because they believe I have commitment issues, but I’m telling you I can commit to you right now,” he held your hand, rubbing some of his warmth at your comparably cold ones. You didn’t fail to notice that he was trembling, but what about what you couldn’t decipher. “Are you really sure I’m the one here who isn’t capable of that? What are you so scared of that you can’t trust me?”

“Because you’re you! Because you’re a fucking asshole who’s been treating me like I’m an overworking machine and always expects me to undo your shit for you! Because you make me sick and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t know what love means!” Exploded. You exploded. “I regret everything that happened between us that night. No, in fact, I regret ever meeting you at all.”

Satoru took a step back.

All the light and joy that fit so perfectly with him had now disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he demurred, “I’m sorry that I’d been so repulsive that you’ve felt miserable for all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t been a decent boss and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.”

“Gojo, stop. Stop doing that; stop apologizing!”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he barked desperately. “Because I can’t read your mind and I just want to be good for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? I don’t want you to be good to me, I don’t want you to care about me. Be there for the baby, but don’t involve yourself too much in my personal life. Stop asking me to marry you because you and I would never work out. We’re impossible, okay?”

“How do you know we’ll never work out when we haven’t even tried?” he pushed, “You never even gave me a chance.”

“You’re not worth that chance.”

If someone could receive an award for effortlessly trampling over someone repeatedly, you would’ve been crowned winner a long time ago. You had no idea what came over you as you spat all those hurtful words to Satoru, but did your words bear no truth? The fact that he no longer defended himself meant he also knew that he wasn’t worth it – that he wasn’t someone to be trusted. It wasn’t that you were completely unfair too; of course you considered it. Weeks of living under the same roof as him and you most definitely considered it. Say you did get married and became a real family – what then? It wasn’t a marriage out of love, but rather out of responsibility and obligation.

As much as you loved your child, you couldn’t imagine throwing away your future and living miserable for the rest of your life like that.

A life built on lies wasn’t a life worth living.

“I would never hurt you.”

Your heart cracked. After everything you said, after all your efforts to keep him away from your own safety, after all the hurtful things you’ve done to him, and he was still apologizing? Why did he have to make it so hard to let go? You were tired, so tired that you could no longer refrain your lip from quivering as tears caked your face.

“Gojo, please, don’t—”

“So if me stepping away from your life is what would really make you happy, then I’ll respect it. But there’s one thing I have to ask,” Satoru swiped a thumb under your eye to catch the tear. His smile was forlorn, his touch cold and words melancholic. “Do you want the baby? Do you...want to keep the baby and be a mother? You don’t have to do anything for me, I just want to know if the mother of my child even wants to be one. And please be honest, because everything you say right now are words that I’ll mark seriously.”

The word left your mouth before you could stop it.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I don’t want to be a mother,” you admitted, hands trailing over your belly. It felt like you were betraying your own child, but you hadn’t planned this. “I’m too young, Satoru, I-I’m not ready for this. With you there beside me or not, I really don’t want this.”

“Then,” he cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to catch a moment. You swore you saw his eyes shine under the city lights with tears, but it was gone so soon that you might’ve just fooled yourself with it. Once he deemed himself ready to talk, Satoru took a deep breath. “Do I have your consent that once the baby is born...it’ll be under my care? Would you prefer to reach your own dreams, then? You’ll never have to be a part of the Gojo family if it’s really not what you want, even though I could support you as much as you need me to.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition. “You’ll take care of our baby?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I...can I visit them, at least, once in a while?” It was more than just your heart that broke that night. There was no telling whether you’d hurt yourself in the long run with this decision. It was no easy choice to make – to actively pursue your dreams somewhere else more than being a mother. You wanted to do your best, of course you did, but it wasn’t that easy. Gojo didn’t have to tell you for you to understand that once you married him, you’d be expected to run the business with him and be involved in his family and their dramas. Now that wasn’t a life you wanted.

“You’re free to visit them whenever,” he promised, voice fading even lower into the background. “So is this it? We’ll just be living under the same roof until the baby is born and once they’re here...”

“We’ll part ways.”

“We’ll part ways,” he nodded in agreement, sniffling for a brief second before fixing his tie. The Gojo Satoru you got to know for a few weeks had now disappeared. Not even the goofy boss you spent seven years with could be found in the coldness of his eyes, almost as if he’d put up such impenetrable walls around him and nothing could pass through. The sudden shift in aura made your heart clench as he offered his hand to shake. “Okay. Let’s stay professional until then?”

“Yeah, Sir, I can do that,” your hands shook as you enclosed it around his, but now all the warmth had disappeared – from his eyes, his touch, his soul. It hurt, but this was necessary. It was what felt right. “Thank you – for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you and the baby,” Satoru proclaimed, perplexing you both when he suddenly pulled you in his arms. Just like that, the dam broke, and you were staining his precious suit before you could stop it. His arms rubbed up and down your back the longer he held you there, almost like a final moment to lean on one another before you had to say goodbye eventually. Beneath your palm, his heart beat exuberantly loud, so much so that you might’ve heard the prayers it whispered. “Stop crying now. The baby might feel sad too. We’ll both be alright – we just have to get through this.”

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