#get back here UM YES... I SHALL

[andrabeets]

Worst yumeship ever just dropped

[charmac]

i am in your askbox holding you at gunpoint (lovingly) forcing you to update sugar we're going down swinging

Damn I kinda thought that series had fallen off., no one seems to want an update lowkey.,. 😞

[kurooh]

I will beg on my knees for more horny mha brainrot 🙏🙏🙏🙏

☆ HORNY BRAINROT ! — MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. featuring timeskip! various characters

warnings: 18+ content — mdni, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, sub undertones, unprotected sex, general nsfw.

xoxo, juno: ask and you shall receive ml <3 i’ve gotten reqs for some different characters than usual so i figured this would be good for characterization practice

izuku just can’t control himself when he’s inside you, drunk on your smell, kisses, and touch. between sloppy thrusts, he’ll gasp out apologies that aren’t completely sincere — he feels badly for making you scream, but it doesn’t mean he won’t selfishly do it again and again.

literally foaming at the mouth for keigo, who’s so goddamn hot in prone bone. on either side of you, his biceps are squeezing and flexing with tension while he holds himself up, and he isn’t the least bit shy about making noise. it’s a mix between moaning like a whore, heavy breathing, and filthy praise. oh and you can feel his gold chain faintly swinging against the nape of your neck #NEEDTHAT

one of tenko’s favorite types of foreplay is mutual masturbation, but sexier. you’ll sit across from him on the bed, fingering yourself open, while he strokes his cock to the sight. the way you play with yourself is dictated by him—as well as whether or not you get to cum—and vice versa. sometimes he’ll make you edge yourself and whine about it; in retaliation, you have him overstimulate the tip of his cock.

eijirou’s got a habit of getting shy when he’s plowing into you. your legs are dangling over his shoulders, and looking up at him, you can barely tell his skin apart from his hair. “feel me here?” he asks, pressing a hand to your lower belly. when you practically scream out a resounding yes, he actually looks shy—embarrassment washes over him and he turns away, exhaling quietly through his nose. “i, um, just came . . sorry, that wasn’t too manly of me. let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

my god, shoto looks too good when he cries. since he’s usually stone-faced and neutral, there’s something special about breaking him down to the point of tears. sucking his sensitive cock usually elicits such a reaction—his voice will break every time he sobs out your name or words of praise. if you kiss them away at any point, he’ll cry harder.

katsuki’s the type of guy to lay you down on the kitchen table and fuck you so hard the wooden legs slide back against the floor. ignoring the squeaking in favor of focusing on you, he positions himself close to your ear and tells you exactly who you belong to. “all mine, got that?” he hisses, gritting his teeth against an impending orgasm, “whose pussy is this? yeah, c’mon, tell the neighbors who’s fucking you this well.”

i think denki has a panties/underwear kink that he would definitely deny. but who would willingly admit to surreptitiously going into your room and snooping through your underwear drawer for some fresh pairs? what about the fact that he sits his ass down on the edge of the bed with the panties in his fist, rock hard just from the thought of seeing you in them? sometimes he flushes mid-conversation with you because he has flashbacks to whining out your name and a ton of other vile things while your underwear is wrapped around his dick.

dabi hates when you say you can’t take it or pathetically try to push him away. when he’s holding onto both of your wrists the way he does, you should know that you aren’t done until he is. “nah, keep up with me,” he tells you, biting hickeys into the column of your throat, “and get louder. i can’t quite hear you, babe.”

aizawa always indulges you. yes, he’ll go to the mall with you and begrudgingly pay for new clothes, rolling his eyes as he swipes his card and wonders aloud if he’s your personal ATM. once home, he requests a fashion show of your new outfits, and when you walk up to him dolled up in new lingerie, he can’t keep his hands off you. lacy underwear is pulled to the side in a blink, and he’s already got two fingers inside of you. his favorite part of your little shopping hauls has to be the lingerie you pick up—he fucks you sideways, upside down, bent over, you name it . . of course, you’ll always have to buy some more to replace the stained or ripped garments.

thinking about how hitoshi goes down on you, devouring your pussy like it’s his very last meal. those pretty amethyst eyes of his are a little intimidating as they lock onto yours and stay. he’ll chuckle quietly at the way you squirm, looking away in embarrassment as his tongue traces the kanji of his name on your messy cunt.

even though tenko hates to be submissive around you, he lets that side of him slip out whenever you grace him with a less-than-innocent kiss or two. he’ll accidentally whine or moan louder than he’d like to, or even worse, chase your lips as you pull away and look at you like he’s about to die if you don’t give him more.

even when he’s falling apart above you, shoto’s favorite thing to say is “i-i’ve got you, sweetheart. you’re doing so well for me.” he simply holds you close as he uses the last of his energy to fuck yet another orgasm out of you, hellbent on cumming together.

atsuhiro still puts on quite the show, even in bed. you’ll be in front of a mirror together, and he’ll make you call yourself beautiful while he blows your back out. you’re too embarrassed to? that’s fine, he can be patient—he won’t continue fucking you until you agree to say it.

dabi, who kicks back on his favorite chair with you between his legs. his cock is too big to completely fit into your mouth, so you’ve resorted to jerking off the half of him that you aren’t choking on. he’ll stroke your head reassuringly, reminding you how good you’re being for him, before he shoves you down and really makes you gag. since he’s got a nasty mean streak, he’ll tease you while you struggle, occasionally lifting your head up to help you out.

i think eijirou enjoys living on the edge a little, through public sex. yes, he’ll have a hand over your mouth as he fucks you doggy style, muffling your whimpers as he pounds you into oblivion. “i know, baby, i know,” his voice shakes as he reassures you, making him sound like he’s the one who needs to be quieted down.

hitoshi grabs you by the chin and spits into your mouth. this is usually paired with him running his thumb along your lower lip to coax your mouth open; on the off chance he misses, he gathers the spit on his thumb and pushes it into your mouth like he’s sharing something sweet with you. he calls you a good girl when you swallow.

messily making out with izuku while you dry hump his restraint away shred by shred. he looks good like this, and also really cute, because he’s trying so hard to be respectful, so you tell him exactly that. he knows he’s done for when you get your lips on his pulse point and suck—the strings of his self restraint snap and he grinds you down hard against his clothed cock, dangerously close to cumming in his pants.

after stuffing you full of cum, katsuki bends you over his knee and spanks your ass hard, reveling in the shake of your body and the sounds that leave your bitten lips. oh, but his favorite part is when you get all sensitive and jumpy, startling delightfully at a lighter slap. he groans upon seeing the thick globs of cum spilling out of you; he’s hard and ready for another round, so he pushes it back inside of your cunt for extra lube.

denki never shuts up. when he’s close, he starts loudly begging to cum inside you, and to shut him up, you spit into his mouth one time. at the time, you expected it to throw him off, but he swallowed it without question and came deep inside you. needless to say, he now begs you to spit into his mouth.

aizawa ties your ass up with his special scarf, leaving no room for resistance. restricted movement is already cruel enough, but then he gets a hand between your thighs and truly tortures you by bringing you to the brink, then ripping away your high. he’ll say the filthiest things to you, but it backfires, because you get so sensitive that you end up cumming just to his voice.

atsuhiro has this inexplicable kink for ultrahot, filthy sex that ends with him blowing his load in your panties. gentle hands slide them up your thighs and pat the damp fabric into place against your cunt, a litlle reminder of the fact that you and your pussy belong to him.

we know that keigo is a fucking brat. he’s playful and a little more than just mischievous; he likes to bite and tease you more than anything. he’ll nibble at your neck or even your cheeks when you’re in the middle of explaining a safeword for an edging session; he’ll bite your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark when he’s cumming, then be proud of his handiwork when you complain afterwards.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Danny, staring up at Tim, who currently Robin: okay...so this isn't what it looks like.

Tim, giving dead pan glare: so you arnt breaking into Drake Manor?

Danny, shoulders dropping: okay yeah it's totally what it looks like...but not because you think!

Tim, sighing slightly: so you arnt homeless and thought that since Timothy Drake was recently adopted by Bruce Wanye, and both of his parents are dead you can just move in and live here?

Danny, blinking owlishly: I mean, yeah? I mean, not homeless, and I didn't even know that dude got adopted, like good for him, hope that he is safe and shiz, sucks that he parents died and all but not here to squat dude.

Tim, raising a single eyebrow: then why pray tell are you here?

Danny, kicking at the ground a bit: so like...ugh, so I might be um like...a...fudge what's the word...ah! Psychopomp? Like I am a dude that helps like people's ghosts pass and like keeps em happy.

Tim, squinting behind his mask: the only person that died here is Jack Drake and I assure you, his soul would not be happy going to where he deserves to be.

Danny, holding up his hands: wow lot of misplaced aggression there boy wonder...no I ain't here for him, like him and his wife did like...so much tomb raiding they would make the Victorians jelly. I am here cus they stole some dudes shit and he wants it back...like yesterday.

Tim, tilting his head: so you are here to steal an artifact.

Danny, popping the P sound: Yup, something about some guys clay tablet, he liked keeping his hate mail for some reason, said this one was about how he shorted some dudes iron? Or was it copper... my Mesopotamian isn't the best.

Tim, eyes widening, because he knows *exactly* which tablet he is talking about: Oh...yeah no bro, you seem chill but I really can't let you have that so why don't you just like...walk away and I won't be forced to do something kay?

Danny, frowning: Sames dude, up until that .y guy cus like...I *really* wasn't asking...

Tim, sighing as he extends his bo staff: Try and just like, not hold a grude yeah? Don't need a new villain...

Danny, pulling out an ecto gun and turning it on: I don't know man...I feel like we have good banter.

(They fight, Tim is still training so he is a bit sloppy, and Danny isn't shooting to kill, so it's more of them playing cat and mouse throughout Drake Manor, it ends with Danny stealing the tablet but having to leave the ecto gun, which gets broken when he escapes)

Tim, panting as he watches Danny flee: Fuck...is this what B feels after fighting Catwoman?

---

Bruce, rubbing his temples as Tim explains why he was late for training: You tried to apprehend an unknown, with a weapon of an unknown source and power...in the home of your secret identity?

Tim, looking properly chastised: God...yes that happened...he wasn't that bad honestly...was pretty witty.

Bruce developing a twitch in his eye: No.

Tim: No? No what.

Bruce, glaring hard at his adopted son: No falling in love with a villain.

Tim, looking scandalized now: Oh? What is this? Hypocrisy thy name is Bruce Wayne!

Bruce's glare turns into a batglare: Ten laps around the cave and fifty bo staff katas...no villains!

---

Danny becomes Tim's rogue, but not really, most of their battles are more each other showing off their new gear/moves they learned.

Danny also is only using tech that his parents made and he upgraded since he really doesn't want to go ghost in front of *Robin*, who is totally not his crush, and the only reason why he won't is because batman would 100% be on his ass.

Danny, pulling a massive creep stick with a nail driven through it out of seemingly nowhere: The new and approved Creep Stick! This time with nail to add tetnus damage!

Tim, watching as 'The Inventor' escapes once more: I hate seeing him leave but by God do I love watching him go...Damn should have turned on the camera just so I can see it again.

Barbara chiming in: Keep the main line PG Robin.

Batman, through coms: Hn...we shall be having words when we get back to the cave

Tim, sipping a soup that The Occultist made: "So like...why were you even here?

---

When the Titans tower incident occurs, Tim could only watch in awe as the Inventor, not only comes in from the ceiling with a literal metal chair, and then continues to beat up the guy with a bad Robin cosplay.

Danny, panting as he holds up the chair again: Back I say! Back! My blorbo!

Jason, seething as he actually hisses at this random teen that appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away while cradling his broken arm: You shall rue the day! Jason Todd was here bitches!

Tim, staring up at Danny, face a bloody mess and an adoring look in his eyes: omg he stalks me, this is must what the other guys felt when I did it!

They don't really start dating, it's much more Danny breaking into Tim's house and just not leaving.

Tim, watching as his "arch enemy" is sprawled across his couch, bucket of ice cream in one hand, spoon in another, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, pants and socks tossed haphazardly across the living room and just chilling in his boxers: Now wait a damn minute.

Danny, pausing while looking up from his ice cream (which is actually Tim's, since the boy is rich and buys the good shit), pointing his spoon accusatorily at Tim: Your fucking late Mister! Drag race started half an hour ago and we agreed to watch it together!

Tim, blushing under the Robin mask: Sorry case got good and- wait wait wait, when did we agree to watch drag race together?

Danny, rolling his eyes: when I made breakfast this morning? I even gave you extra strong coffee for your solem swearing that you would be here.

Tim, thinking back to earlier: I just...remember a bright white orb giving me a mug and a plate of food...

Danny, scoffing: this is why I need to drug you to get to sleep more often. Now take off your gear and get over here, they about to choose who shall sashay away!

Tim, nodding slowly: Hope it is that one queen from last episode, that lio sink didn't have any- wait! Ugh you keep distracting me! When did you fucking move in? I don't even know your name!

Danny with a spoon just an inch away from his mouth: Jazz? Yeah I uhh...I gotta call you back...(clicks hang up on his phone) Your joking right? For the shits and gigs?

Tim, shaking his head slowly: No shits, not a single gig my dude, 100% honest.

Danny, who had just arrived this morning since his parents are renovating because Fenton HQ is a glaring OSHA violation, but also who's middle names are "commit to the bit" and "Gaslight GateKeep Girl boss" : Babe we have been dating for like, *months*...d-do ou really not remember?

Tim, existential crisis made manifest: Oh no...I have been mind wiped.

Danny, astounded that worked: Baby I am so sorry...

They "date" for like a week before Danny starts feeling bad that he tricked Tim (who he finally got to see maskless, he had to stop his heart to not show any outward reaction to that, cus like hell he is cute) and wants to come clean but he honestly never had seen Tim more happy nor more healthy.

Danny, sitting across Bruce at the Manor: S-So um...like yeah we um...met at a science convention? My um...my parents were show casing stuff and like...we met there?

Bruce, eyes narrowing because that sounded like a lie: Hn.

Dick, happy that Tim finally felt comfortable to bring his "boyfriend" to dinner: B stop glaring! Your going to scare off Timmy's Bf! God you weren't this bad when I brought over Roy that one time.

Bruce doesn't stop glaring, and it's making Danny even more nervous: Um I uh...need to use the bathroom one sec...

Tim moves to guide him but Alfred waves him to sit down: You really must eat Master Timothy, I did make your favorite today. I shall guide Mister Fenton to the lavatory.

Alfred does indeed lead Danny from the dining room, but the second they are far enough the old butler suddenly has a shotgun in hand, skin suddenly a pale blue and objects around the parlor turning green and floating: While they do try and see the best in others, I do not Phantom, now I must ask you to kindly leave and never contact Master Timothy every again. I shall not let my charge fall for such as the likes of you.

Danny blinking at how he was addressed, a sudden ghostly blue mist escaping his mouth: Oh shit.

They have a ghost fight, all while comically popping in and out of the dining room, making excuses for whyvthe other is gone.

It ends when Tim, finally fed up with why his boyfriend is taking so long opens the door only to see him duking it out with Alfred, fully gone ghost and was loosing.

Such leads to confessions of lies, real feeling and why Alfred has been able to be a spry 60 even though he fought in WWI and it is very much the mid 2010s.

(Danny and Tim do end up together, this time with no lies about a mind wipe, and get Kon and Bart to join their polycule later on)

[yeagersss]

Sukuna x Blind!Reader (Part 1)

tw: implied sexual assault (not by Sukuna dw)

Next ->

He met you in the forest after one of his usual massacres. Blood smeared across his hands, the gruesome mouth on his stomach and his face.

You stumbled through the trees and bumped into him, breathing heavily, your kimono hanging loose against your body.

You did the unthinkable. Your hands patted around his strong abdomen before desperately gripping his haori.

Sukuna was about to kill you. For daring to touch the likes of him. For even standing in his presence for this long.

But he stopped when you meekly sobbed: "Please help me."

How interesting. No one has ever asked for his help the way you just did. There was no reverence behind your tone like a mortal begging their god for divine intervention. Not even fear for him— which was strange considering his aura bleeds everywhere.

No, you asked him like a desperate woman who genuinely thought he could help you because he seemed safe to you.

Foolish.

But then you lifted your head. Your clouded, lifeless eyes fixated on his chest. Unable to find his gaze.

Blind.

He heard rustling. His gaze lazily landed on the two men who emerged through the trees. Their lips stretched into crooked grins. Sukuna didn't even bother acknowledging how their attires were half undone.

Instead, he smirked when their faces twisted into pure shock and fear. They stumbled back.

"T-The Disgraced One...!"

"You seem to be holding your heads far too high."

And with a simple slash their heads were cleanly off their shoulders.

The forest was quiet now.

"Get off me." He growled, pushing you off of him. You stumbled back and fell down with a pained gasped.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Consider yourself spared." He said and started walking away, only to stop when you meekly whispered.

"Thank you."

He frowned and turned to you. You were staring at nothingness but there was grateful smile on your face. "You saved me."

"Do you know who I am?" He had to ask.

"You are... Ryomen Sukuna, aren't you? The Disgraced One. As one of those men had said—"

"And yet you are not cowering in fear of me. Your blindness isn't an excuse. People can feel who I am."

You huffed softly, fixing your kimono until you looked presentable. You felt around until to realized you were next to a tree and used it to hoist yourself up to your feet. Your smile wasn't leaving your face for some reason.

"Why should I fear you when you didn't give me a reason to?"

That got him to laugh.

"You think I am some sort of a saint because I decided to entertain you, woman? Fine. Which limp would you like to lose first? Or shall I gauge out your eyes considering you don't need them already." He grinned, wide and feral.

You bowed your head apologetically. "Please, forgive me. I was simply stating my first impression of you."

He snorted. "Your first impression of me?"

"Yes... You... Truly did not give me any reason to be afraid." You said, honestly.

Sukuna took a moment to reflect on your answer. He remembered questioning Uraume about such a thing too, when he first met them.

"You came with me willingly. Why?"

Uraume blinked up at him from the fire they were using to prepare the meat skewers. "Um... Well... I had nowhere else to go and you were offering..."

"You know that's not what I meant, child. You have heard of me have you not?"

Uraume nodded, shifting on the dirt floor to find a comfortable position. "Yes, I have. I don't think anyone hasn't. But, my lord, you never gave me a reason to fear you."

The child sniffed, looking on at the fire shyly. "You simply seemed like a curious man passing by and nothing more."

Sukuna looked away from you. "You truly are a blind woman." He muttered and started walking away.

"Oh... Wait, please...!"

"What now?" He narrowed his eyes at you, considering to kill you again.

"Are you... heading towards the river north from here?"

He frowned, looking down at the blood on his body, in desperate need of a wash. "What if I am?"

"May I... accompany you? My home is right there and I lost my walking stick when I encountered those men—"

"—No."

You sighed. "You're welcome to stay in my home. You can spend the night—"

"—No."

"—And I shall make you dinner. I caught a lot of fish yesterday."

He snorted. "You? I highly doubt that."

But you smiled and your eyes glinted playfully. "It's true! I have a system. You learn a few tricks when you're a blind woman living in the forest." You giggled.

Sukuna blinked slowly at you with a neutral expression. Truth be told, he was curious to see how you were even managing to live. Humans are already utterly weak in his eyes and yet you, a fragile woman with lack of sight is somehow managing in this world.

Curse his thirst for knowledge because the next thing he knew he turned around and said, "If you get lost on the way, I will not bother to find you." Then he started walking.

You beamed at his direction and slowly started walking. "It's fine! I can tell where you're going from the sound of your footsteps. Don't worry, I can manage." But you sighed and tapped the ground in front of you with your foot before taking a step. "I think."

Sukuna didn't say anything, only glancing back at you once but continued walking.

His steps slower than they usually are.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

SPORTS CAR- D. GRAYSON

pairing: richboy! dick grayson x girly! innocent!fem! reader

word count: 3.9k

part one here! part two here!

summary: a true gentleman, dick takes you on your first date, and things get a tad bit heated on the drive home...

warnings: fingering, heavy praise and size kink, petnames, manhandling, kissing/ makeout session, flirting, swearing, future indications of sex, alcohol consumption

" i think you know what this i, i think you wanna, uh no, you ain't got no mrs. / oh, but you got a sports car we can uh-uh in it/ while you drive it real far- yeah, you know what this is"- sports car, tate mcrae

author note: yayyy this series is back! i got mixed reviews on adding smut to this part or having more slow burn, so i settled in the middle. very happy to be writing for them again- and side note, i tagged my idea of the dress she wears, but of course- totally up to viewers interpretation. happy reading!!

You felt like a princess, who was about to enter her personal horse drawn carriage. As if you were Cinderella, on your way to the ball in her shimmering gown and pumpkin carriage.

You watched as a dark black limo appeared by the curb in the dim lighting of your building, watching the rain slide down the hood from behind the front glass door.

A tall, dark figure stepped out from the back, and you wasted no time slipping out the door, the wind blowing the ends of your dress against your heels.

You had gone with something darker than you usually did, to blend with Dick’s cooler tones. Though you hadn’t fully turned to the darkside in grays and blacks, you settled on a deep, dark wine colour.

A mix, between your pinks and his blacks.

Your eyes twinkled with excitement as he approached, umbrella in hand to quickly shield you from the rain. Light seemed to beam out from your chest as he was close enough to touch, brushing soft manicured fingers across his forearm.

“Hi you.”

He didn't utter a word back.

Just swept you into his arms, kissing you with such passion it made your legs wobble slightly.

“Hi you.” he murmured, eyes flickering down to stare at your swollen lips. “Shall we go?”

You nodded eagerly, holding onto his arm as he ran you through the rain, making you giggle as you practically nose dived into the car, him following shortly after.

He shook his damp hair as he closed the umbrella and you squealed as some drops got on your skin. “Good god you look so beautiful. That dress…” he praised, eying your entire body up and down, before stopping at your eyes, taking them in.

Little did you know, he was unraveling it with his mind, just itching to slip the slutlry little shoulder straps and reveal the your breasts that were screaming at him from where he sat.

But no, no- he had to be a gentleman. He was a gentleman. So why did you make him want to do such naughty, naughty things? Let alone on the first real date?

You noticed he sat beside you on the leather seats, rather than across from you, the warmth radiating off him despite the chill that hung in the air outside.

“Thank you. It’s um, it’s vintage.”

His eyebrows perked up.  “Yeah? Tell me about it sweetheart. D’ya shop vintage often?”

A simple, shy answer- because yes, he still made you feel like you were a little girl with a big, bad crush again- turned into a full, deep seated conversation.

You had barely taken note of where the driver was taking you, weaving you through streets and stoplights. Somehow the two of you were deep in conversation, Dick fully engaged in your interests, smiling when you mentioned all your Pinterest boards and little things you adored.

Little did you know, he had already stalked them all- and knew exactly what you liked. And you had done amazing, based on your own taste.

It felt nice to have someone be so… well interested in what you had to say. Like what you were truly saying, not just the sounds that left your lips.

No, all of Dicks attention was solely focused on you- and you were so deep in his distractions you didn't even realize his hand had slipped up to rest on your thigh, until he slowly started to rub circles on your bare flesh with the pad of his thumb.

You stopped suddenly, startled- but eager for the physical affection he showed you. Leaned in closer than he was before, anxiously awaiting what you had to say next.

“Mhmmm sweetheart, why’d you stop?”

Your eyes looked down at where his hand lay, and flickered back up to meet his now playful, coy gaze as he urged you to keep going. The effect he had on you was nothing short of hypnotic.

You shook your head, quickly looking away as you laughed. “I’m so sorry, I’m boring you with all this fashion talk-”

“Boring me? Bunny, nothing you could ever say could bore me. I like when you talk. You have a really pretty voice.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I do?”

“Like honey. And silk. It's so smooth, like your skin. Delicate.”

You subtly stretched your leg, letting the fabric drape around your thigh, letting his hand snake up just an inch higher, thumb tracing little circles on the bare skin.

You were feeling bold tonight. The little bottle of champagne he had delivered to your apartment with a delicate rose had made it just an inch easier.

“Do you think I’m delicate?” you murmured, looking deep into his eyes. His breath hitched as you took himin, staring at him with stars in your eyes.

“I think you’re coy. Alluring. Not simply delicate.” he smirked, pinching your thigh playfully, making you yelp. The car slowed to a sudden stop, two quick raps of a knuckle and a muffled “Here you are Mr. Grayson, sir.”

“Shall we be off?” he asked, stepping out into the dark night, extending a hand as he opened the car door for you. You took it, his larger hand seeming to swallow yours as you daintly hold onto it, like you were a Victorian aristocrat leaving her carriage.

“Thank you sir.” You called, waving goodbye to the driver, who gave you a soft smile as you were swept away by Dick, his arm wrapped around your hips, guiding you onwards.

“C’mon sweetheart, let's get you outta the rain okay?” he coaxed, ushering you inside the dimly lit restaurant, empty except for the flickering candles on the ironed tablecloths, and a few staff tending the bar.

"Wow.. Dickie this is, this is so beautiful.” you gasped as you took in the spacious room, slowly slipping off your shawl for him as he hung it up at the front. The place looked like it belonged in old luxurious Hollywood, something straight out of a film with the dim, low hanging wall lanterns, and plush leather booths.

The only thing missing was the bustle and chatter of mingling and glasses clinking together from the crowd. But there was none. Just soft, sweet music that was like a calming ambience, wrapping you in a warm hug.

“But- but where is everyone else?”

He just smiled to himself, taking your arm in his as he guided you to a table, as if you had said a silly joke and he only understood the true punchline. “Silly girl, I reserved it for us.”

“What, a table?” He shook his head, pushing the chair out for you to sit in. “No, the restaurant.”

Your jaw went slack, almost thudding against the table.

“The restaurant?!”

“Yeah, I called in some favours and managed to snag the place for myself. They didn't mind, especially when I told them it was for a pretty lil bunny like you.” he hummed, giving the waiter a little signal, as if what he had just said and done was an everyday, not a big deal occurrence.

You, on the other hand, thought your eyes were gonna pop out of their sockets. The fact that anyone- let alone this sweet, sexy, charming hunk of muscle had done this? For you?

Yeah you were willing to risk everything, and then some.

“Jesus Dick that's- I- I don't even know what to say I’m-”

“Don't say anything about it sweetheart. Don't worry your pretty lil head about it. It's all taken care of.”

As if a bell had been rung, wine had appeared in your glass, followed by a basket of fresh, steaming bread rolls with soft butter.

“You really do know the way to my heart.” you giggled, taking a slow sip of wine. “I like to think I do sweetheart.”

“Isn't that funny? I’ve only known you for a week and it feels like you’ve always been in my life. It's like.. I don't know. Maybe it's fate.”

He raised an eyebrow, grabbing a roll from the basket, spreading on the melting butter before taking a bite. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked, and you pursed your lips together, taking a bite of bread yourself before responding.

“Maybe. I think so. I think this is what fate is.”

He smiled at that, leg (barely needing to) stretch to bump your leg under the table. “Thats cute. You’re really fucking cute.”

You scrunched your nose before taking another bite and he laughed.

“Yeah that. That little scrunch you do when you’re trying not to get all flustered from my words. S’sexy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I’m just thankful you didnt ruin the cute moment by grabbing my hand and rubbing butter all over my skin. Way to keep a moment going Grayson.”

You played into his wit, finding yourself starting to pick up on his snarky, sly little comments and sarcasm. “You’re not into that?”

“I’m into a lot of things but oil on the skin… not so much.” you smirked, taking a sip of your drink as his eyes raked you over, fist clenching around the butter knife at your suggestive comment.

“What happened to miss innocent?” he asked.

“Oh she's around. But sometimes she goes into hiding when she's had some drinks and there's a cute guy she likes. Environmental influences play a large role, ya know.”

“Oh so I’m an environmental influence now?”

“Oh sure! But I can pretend to not be all stern and sarcastic if you want.” You waved a hand over your face, changing your expression to a stoic and stern look, as if you were a philosopher from ancient times.

“Oh I am not like that.” he scoffed.

“Are so.”

“Am not.”

You crossed your arms, and he felt his gaze slide down to where your breasts were pushed together, having to take a dry swallow and pray to whatever god he believed in to get him through this night without taking you over the table.

God you were so fucking sexy when you looked at him like that. Acting all tough and playful, as if he didnt know how innocent you were. And fuck if that didn't make him hard.

“Tell you what sweetheart. If I go this entire dinner without laughing, or smiling- and I’m as cold as you insist, you’ll win this imaginary competition.”

“First off, you already laughed and now you’re just gonna laugh to win. Second, if I do win, what's the reward?”

“We start now, and I promise I won't. I dont cheat. And whatever you desire, sweetheart.”

You nodded, leaning back in your chair, swirling the wine around in your glass before taking another swig. “Bragging rights. For the entire week.”

He stuck out his hand. “It's a deal.”

-------------------------------------------- You tugged on his arm, laughing loudly as you stumbled out of the restaurant, trying to guide him onwards- belly and heart both full.

Not before you had profusely thanked all the staff, he noted, the kindness rolling off of you in waves.

It was so refreshing to see, you were so different from any other girl he had taken out. Usually they were spoiled, rich, and cold. And just wanting to get into his pants, and wallet.

But you… you were simply so bubbly and ecstatic it was impossible for him not to smile. So of course, you had lost the competition, almost immediately after it started.

You had waved it off with a “oh whatever” when he had brought it up, rolling your eyes before giggling.

I still get bragging rights for whenever I want. You insisted, cheeks heating in the dim candlelight as he winked at you. Of course you do bunny. Who would I be if not to comply?

Now here he was, arm being tugged on by what felt like a little humming bird next to him, out into the rain. You beamed at him, smiling as you tugged him forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

A low growl left his lips as you parted your lips, lipgloss tasting sweet- like bubblegum. He picked you up, hands firm on your hips so you were as tall as him, letting out a little muffled squeak at the sudden shift, making him chuckle.

“You okay there bunny? Cat got your tongue?” he cooed condensely as he pushed you back up against the brick wall, nothing but him and the streetlights in sight.

He was beautiful. “You’re so beautiful.” you whispered, and something like shock, then surprise flashed in his eyes.

No one had ever called him that before. Hot, attractive maybe, but beautiful? Never. And it was even better sounding from your lips.

You just gazed at him with so much admiration, it made his heart clench. The soft rain running down your skin, your cheeks- soaking your hair and glittering off your necklace in the dim lights.

He was entranced.

All he could think to do was kiss you again, harder- faster. He couldn't get enough of you, your lips, your skin, your taste. God he was melting.

The little sounds you made when he nipped at your lower lip, the gentle pants and moans of his name, like his simple touch was sending you spiraling just made him crave you more.

“D-dick-” you mewled, head lolling forward onto his shoulder as he nipped and sucked at your neck, the sensation, the wine and the chill droplets of water that rolled off the tips of his hair onto your skin sent shivers down your spine.

A flash of bright headlights filled your view- clouding your senses. “I think the car is here.” you murmured, but not pushing him to get off you.

“I know sweetheart, I just want one more kiss.” he said into your skin, planting another kiss and nip down on your neck, leaving a little mark.

You moaned as he guided you down to your feet, swaying slightly at the change in altitude. His hand was entwined with yours, guiding you over to the back of the limo- opening the door for you like a perfect gentleman.

You laughed, stumbling down in the soft leather seats, back flush against them as he scrambled inside, shaking the rain from his hair like a wet dog.

Two quick raps of his large knuckle against the tinted glass and the car was rolling forward, his lips landing on yours again greedily. You arched into his touch, hands tangling in his hair.

“I usually don't do this kinda thing until the second date. I promise.” he moaned against your neck, and you shivered again, his hand roaming down to slowly hike up your skirt, waiting for the eager nods of approval from you with each little inch, to make sure you were okay with the direction this was going.

His fingers brushed your inner thigh, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric to brush against his suit.

“Fuck bunny youre so fuckin… fuck. Don't even know what your askin for.” he chuckled, inching closer to the damp spot on your panties.

“This. But this is as far as I’ve gone with a guy before.”

He looked at you with a look of gentle concern, hands stopping their wandering. “This okay? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head, grabbing his wrist and guiding it back down to where it was before.

“Fuck baby. But I’m not letting your first time be in the backseat, you understand?”

You nodded, seeing the limited space that was left for his massive body in the backseat.

“Not enough room here for all the pretty lil things I wanna do to you.” he growled, lips coming back to resume their place on your neck, inching further and further down as he bumped your thighs apart with his wrist as his fingers rubbed gentle little circles on the damp spot.

“Dick you’re so-”

“So what? Hm?”

You moaned, fingers tugging at the strands of black between them as he slipped past the fabric and slipped a finger in. “-big” you squirmed as his finger curled inside of you.

He smirked cockily, peering down at your face contorted in pleasure. “Cmon bunny. Think you can take one more f’me?” he asked, ego clearly boosted by your genuine reactions.

“So sensitive…” he tsked, thumb sneaking out to brush your clit. Your head rolled, slightly off the seat as you reached back for the door- window- anything to ground you from the overwhelming heat that had pooled down in your core.

“What- what about the driver?” you asked meekly, suddenly worried he would understand exactly what was happening behind the divider, hearing your little noises.

“Don't worry about him sweetheart. Just focus on me okay? Focus on feeling good.” he reassured you, his voice as soft and sweet as honey as you coaxed you open, having you come undone beneath his body as it shielded you from the world, from the cars blurring by as the limo continued to drive.

You nodded, staring into his gentle eyes, his sweet words and gentle praises making you grip the folds in his suit jacket, tugging his tie to bring him in for a teasing kiss.

He moaned, savouring the taste of you again as you rocked your hips against his hand, as he added a second finger.

“Thereee you go sweetheart, good girl. So innocent, aren't you? Taking two fingers like a good lil girl.”

“Feels so good..” you moaned, starting to feel a gentle pressure in your body that threatened to topple.

“Yeah bunny? Anyone make you feel this good before? Anyone see you this pretty, this fuckable?”

You shook your head, blabbering incoherent nothings as you twisted his tie, trying to cling to it as you felt yourself teetering. "Cause you're so fuckable. Wanna just use you like a pretty lil doll. My sweet bunny..."

“Dickie I’m gonna- fuck- gonna cum-”

“Thats it baby, cmon cum on my fingers bun. Such a sweetheart, look at you.” he cooed down at you softly, watching your eyes roll back, mouth parting to let out little pants and gasps escape as you shattered around his fingers, crying his name out with a squeal.

He groaned at the sight of you falling apart under him, and he knew right then and there the view would never be enough.

He’d always crave this, he'd always want and need this.

Your legs shook like a baby fawns as he slowly slipped his glistening fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth to suck.

You tasted so fucking divine. Fuck.

Your eyes widened at the action, so absorbed in his actions you felt yourself gravitating to slip them into your own mouth. Silently you placed a hand on his, tugging them out of his mouth and guiding them between your parted lips, tongue swirling around his digits, without breaking eye contact once.

You looked so innocent with your big doe eyes, it drove him insane. He couldn't help but groan at the sight, threatening to spill in his pants right then and there as you tugged them out of your mouth with a pop!, a little line of spit connecting them to your stained lips.

“Wanna make you feel good now Dickie. I don't know how but you can- you can teach me. Right?”

You gripped his hands tighter, and he smiled softly.

“Not tonight sweetheart. Tonight’s about you. And we're gonna take it slow. I’ll teach you some things later, when you've had some rest, okay? You’re practically asleep, like a curled little kitten.” he laughed, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Your body felt like it was floating, from pleasure, from Dicks sweet, yet taunting words and the wine churning through your blood. It was late, and you clung to him.

Not that you were drunk, but you were buzzed enough you felt comfortable enough to nuzzle up to him, placing your head in his lap, letting his gentle caress wash over you like a wave. He stroked your hair, slipping over to brush against your bare skin on your arms, back up to your scalp for a soft scratch behind the ears.

You practically purred at the touch, feeling safe and relaxed as he held you. You fluttered in and out of consciousness as you felt the car stop, and he adjusted you so you were draped in his arms, like a princess rescued by her charming prince.

You clung to his jacket, yawning. “Where are we goin?” you asked, not recognizing the sleek and modern building you were entering- one that looked like it costs four months rent to simply step inside the lobby.

“We’re at my place, okay bunny? I just don't want you to be alone tonight. Are you okay to share a bed with me?” he asked, pressing a button that had the elevator dinging- doors parting open for him- as if they were only summoned for Dick.

You nodded, willing to go wherever Dick took you. He lifted you up just a smidge, planting a kiss on your forehead as you traveled up to the penthouse suite. He hummed a soft tune, at peace with the sounds of your breathing and the whirl of the elevator as it took you both above the skyline.

A few moments later, you heard a beep, a door swinging open- before being shut and locked behind you. There was the faint sound of two other men's voices- ones you didn't recognize- but you drifted back into a gentle sleep before you could put any faces to the voices.

They stopped mid convo, Jason and Tim turning from the couch to observe Dick- yes, the same Dick they had known most of their life, cradling a girl in his arms as if she was a fair maiden he had rescued.

“Don't.” Dick growled, seeing the light in their eyes start to flicker.

“She's beautiful.” Jason murmured, absorbing the way you hung limply in Dicks arms, small fingers (to him) clinging to Dicks jacket, eyelash tickling your cheeks in the soft light.

And the dress you had on would send any man into shambles.

“You’re lucky I wasn't at that club that night or else we’d have to flip a coin.” Jason joked, making Dick roll his eyes.

"Not a chance in hell. Both of you aren't gonna bother her. She's shy and innocent- and we don't need either of you ruining that.” he said, starting to make his way over to his room, to lay you in his bed just to watch you sleep a little longer before curling up beside you and getting rest himself.

He had to make sure you were fully taken care of before he could even imagine getting a wink of sleep. Your breathing was steady, and your eyes had stayed shut for enough time for Dick to know you were fully asleep now, still in his arms.

It was adorable.

“Introductions over breakfast?” Tim suggested, craning his head to get one last glimpse of you before you disappeared behind Dicks fortress.

“Start preparing a normal script.” was all DIck said before shutting the door behind him- softer then any time he had before in his life.

“She's made him go soft.” Tim observed.

“And thank god for that.” Jason snorted, watching the lock on Dicks door click.

You felt gentle touches unzipping your dress and guiding you out of your shoes, before soft, large fabric engulfed your frame. Dick had dressed you in one of his t-shirts, one that smelt so strongly of him it made your head spin.

“Goodnight my sweetheart.” you heard him call- from what seemed so far away, followed by a gentle kiss to your forehead as he tucked the soft satin sheets around your frame.

Sleep had taken over before you had noticed he had then slipped into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close- and to keep you safe.

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In the Presence of Truth {"Sage of Truth" (SMC) x Reader} PT 3

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You exhaled, staring down at your half-eaten pastry, pushing it around your lunchbox with little interest. “So, um…” You hesitated, glancing at your friends before quickly looking away. “Would you guys mind walking with me later?” Chai Latte Cookie tilted her head, stirring her drink absentmindedly. “Walk you where?” “To my tutoring session,” you muttered, barely above a whisper. Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie paused mid-bite. “The one with him?” You sighed, bracing yourself for the inevitable reactions. “Yes.” Chai Latte Cookie set her cup down with a soft clink, raising an eyebrow. “And why exactly do you need us to walk you there? Pretty sure you know the way.” You crossed your arms, fidgeting slightly. “I do know the way. That’s not the problem.” Earl Grey Cookie, ever observant, leaned forward slightly. “Ah… I see. It is not the location that unsettles you, but rather, the destination.” You hesitated before nodding. “It just” You sighed, trying to find the words. “It feels… daunting.” Hazelnut Biscotti grinned. “So you are scared of him.” You glared. “I never said that.” Chai Latte smirked. “You didn’t have to.” You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Look, I just think it’d be easier if I didn’t have to walk there alone, okay?” Hazelnut Biscotti leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And what, you want us to hold your hand and drop you off like we’re your parents?” “…Yes.” There was a beat of silence before Chai Latte burst out laughing. “Wow, you really don’t wanna go alone, huh?” You huffed. “It’s not that, I just” You faltered, feeling heat creep up your neck. “It’s intimidating, alright? He’s the Sage of Truth. The way he looks at you, it’s like he already knows everything you’re thinking before you even say it. And I” You bit the inside of your cheek. “I don’t want to mess up.”

Earl Grey Cookie nodded solemnly. “A reasonable concern. The weight of his presence alone would make even seasoned scholars hesitate.” Chai Latte shook her head, grinning. “Man, you really are in deep. Alright, alright, we’ll walk you there. No judgment.” Hazelnut Biscotti snickered. “Plenty of judgment, actually, but yeah, we’ll go.” You exhaled, tension easing slightly. “Thanks.” Chai Latte smirked. “No problem. But we are stopping right outside the door. No way I’m getting roped into whatever terrifying intellectual nightmare you signed up for.” Hazelnut Biscotti shuddered. “Yeah, I’d like to keep some of my self-esteem intact, thanks.” Earl Grey Cookie chuckled. “Then it is settled. We shall escort you to your fate.” You groaned. “You guys are so dramatic.” Chai Latte grinned. “And you’re the one getting personally tutored by the most famous scholar in the Academy. If anyone’s dramatic, it’s you.” You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Me? Dramatic? How am I the dramatic one here?” Chai Latte Cookie smirked, leaning forward with a teasing glint in her eye. “Oh, I don’t know… Maybe it’s the way you’re acting like you’re marching to your own execution?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie snorted. “Or the part where you begged us to hold your hand and drop you off like a lost little first-year?” You gasped, putting a hand to your chest in mock offense. “I did not beg.” Chai Latte grinned. “You totally did.” Earl Grey Cookie chuckled, shaking his head. “Indeed. It was quite the spectacle.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I hate you guys.” Chai Latte patted your back with exaggerated sympathy. “We know. But we’re still walking you there, so you’re stuck with us.” You sighed dramatically, lifting your head just enough to glare at her. “Unbelievable.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “Not as unbelievable as you being personally tutored by the Sage of Truth himself.” He nudged your arm. “I mean, come on. That’s insane.” Chai Latte hummed in agreement. “Yeah, out of all the scholars in this place, he’s spending his time on you?” she smirked. “What did you do to deserve that?” You groaned again. “I failed in class. That’s what I did.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “And now you’re his new project. Tragic.” Earl Grey Cookie chuckled. “In all fairness, it is an opportunity most would envy.” You scoffed, leaning back in your chair. “Yeah, well, they can have it.” Chai Latte Cookie shook his head. “Nope. Too late. You’re his now.” You rolled your eyes. “You guys are the worst.”

Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “And yet, here you are, asking us to walk you to your big scary tutoring session like a lost little duckling.” You pointed a finger at him. “I take it back. You’re the dramatic one.” He gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “How dare you?” Chai Latte snorted. “Alright, alright, save the theatrics. We’ll meet up later and take you to your intellectual doom.” You sighed, but a small smile played on your lips. “Appreciate it. Even if you guys are unbearable.” Earl Grey Cookie smirked. “The feeling is mutual.” As your friends gathered their things and prepared to head off to their next lecture, you lingered behind, watching them go. “Don’t wander too far,” Chai Latte Cookie called over her shoulder. “We’re not hunting you down if you chicken out and disappear before tutoring.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie grinned. “Actually, we might. Earl Grey’s scary when he’s determined.” Earl Grey Cookie simply adjusted his sleeves. “You agreed to tutoring. You will be going.” You sighed dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be here. Meet me in the garden, yeah?” Satisfied, they left, disappearing into the crowd of students moving through the Academy halls. Once they were gone, you let out a breath and turned toward the garden path. You just needed some quiet. The Academy’s garden was a sanctuary tucked away behind the older halls of the school, its cobblestone paths winding through patches of deep green foliage and delicate, glowing flowers. Enchanted lanterns hung from archways, their soft, bluish light making the space feel almost dreamlike. The faint trickle of a fountain filled the air, blending with the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

You followed the path at a slow pace, letting the cool air settle your nerves. Even with your friends’ teasing, the thought of another session with the Sage of Truth still weighed on you. It wasn’t just that he was intimidating, it was that you wanted to do well. You didn’t want to sit there struggling, fumbling for answers while he waited patiently, seeing right through you. You sighed, stopping near the fountain and leaning against its stone edge. This is fine. You can do this. He’s just another scholar. Just another- You took your time wandering through the Academy’s garden, the cool air a welcome contrast to the suffocating weight of your thoughts. The cobblestone path wound through beds of enchanted flora, their petals shifting colors in response to the gentle breeze. The distant trickle of a fountain mixed with the occasional chirp of a nocturnal bird, creating a quiet, serene atmosphere…one that made it easy to pretend, just for a moment, that you weren’t completely dreading your tutoring session.

You sighed, rubbing your temple. It’s not that bad. You were being dramatic. All you had to do was show up, listen, and attempt to answer his questions without making a fool of yourself. It wasn’t as if the Sage of Truth was unkind…far from it. He was patient, impossibly so. But that patience only made it worse. It meant he expected you to improve. And what if you didn’t? You scuffed your shoe against the cobblestones, exhaling sharply. It wasn’t as if you could back out now. Professor Almond Custard Cookie had all but handed you over like an unfortunate burden, and your friends especially Earl Grey Cookie… he would not let you disappear to avoid it. After a while, you found yourself near a stone bench beneath the twisting branches of an ancient tree. Sitting down, you let your head tip back against the cool bark, staring up at the sky between the leaves. The enchanted lanterns that dotted the garden cast a soft glow, barely competing with the dim light of the setting sun. Maybe you just needed to stop overthinking it. Maybe you just needed to get through tonight. With a groan, you pushed yourself up from the bench and stretched. You had some time before your friends came to collect you for the walk to Shadow Milk Cookie’s office, and you weren’t about to give them the satisfaction of finding you still sulking when they returned. One deep breath. Then another. You can do this.

As the late afternoon sun painted the academy’s halls in warm gold, you found yourself lingering in the school’s garden, the soft rustling of leaves filling the air. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or reluctance that made you hesitate, but the thought of walking alone to the Sage of Truth’s office was enough to make your stomach twist. You traced absent patterns in the dirt with the toe of your shoe, your mind drifting back to the weight of his gaze the day before, the way his words had peeled away your uncertainty and left you grasping for understanding. Just the memory of it made you tense. “You’re not trying to hide from us, are you?” Chai Latte Cookie’s warm voice broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see her approaching with Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie and Earl Grey Cookie in tow. “There you are,” Earl Grey Cookie said, adjusting the cuffs of his uniform. His tone was calm as ever, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I was beginning to think we’d have to drag you out of hiding.” You let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Not hiding. Just… preparing myself.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie raised a skeptical brow. “Preparing? For what, exactly? You already had your first session.” “Yes, and it was…” You exhaled, searching for the right words. “A lot.” Chai Latte Cookie smiled knowingly. “I imagine being taught by someone like the Sage of Truth would be overwhelming.” She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. “He’s practically a living legend.” You scoffed lightly, kicking at a stray pebble. “Yeah, no pressure or anything.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie crossed his arms. “Is he really that intimidating?” You hesitated, thinking back to the way his voice carried with such certainty, the way he seemed to peel apart reality itself with his relentless pursuit of truth. “It’s not that he’s intimidating, exactly… It’s more that he’s” You paused, struggling to find the right words. “Larger than life. You can’t really argue with him, because he’s already ten steps ahead of you.” Earl Grey Cookie hummed thoughtfully. “Sounds about right for someone with a title like that.” Chai Latte Cookie nudged you gently. “So, do you want us to walk you there? Or are you ready to face this ‘larger-than-life’ scholar on your own?” You hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Yeah. Walk with me.”

The three of them fell into step beside you as you made your way through the academy’s halls. The further you walked, the more unfamiliar the surroundings became. This part of the academy was different, quieter, grander. The walls were lined with ancient texts and artifacts from scholars long past, their presence lingering in the very air. Your friends, usually so talkative, grew quieter as they took in the surroundings. “I’ve never been this far into the scholars’ wing before,” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie admitted, his gaze drifting across the intricate carvings in the wooden archways. “Feels like we shouldn’t even be here.” “You’re telling me,” you muttered, gripping the strap of your bag tighter. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get used to this.” Chai Latte Cookie nudged you playfully. “One step at a time, obviously.” As you neared the door to the Sage of Truth’s office, a strange feeling settled in your chest. The door was carved with celestial symbols, a quiet testament to the wisdom that lay beyond it. The weight of history and knowledge pressed down on you, making your heartbeat quicken.

Your steps slowed. Chai Latte Cookie caught on immediately. “You okay?” You swallowed thickly. “Yeah, I just…” You glanced at the door, then back at your friends. “It still feels unreal.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie adjusted his glasses. “You could always turn back.” “No.” You shook your head, standing a little straighter. “I can’t. I won’t.” Earl Grey Cookie nodded approvingly. “Then go on. No point in waiting any longer.” You exhaled slowly, steeling yourself. “Right.” Chai Latte Cookie smiled. “We’ll be here in spirit. You’ve got this.” You gave them a grateful look before turning toward the door. The moment your knuckles rapped against the wood, a voice steady, rich, and unmistakably belonging to the Sage of Truth’s called from within. “Enter.” And with one final glance at your friends, you stepped forward. As you stepped into the office, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind you, you willed yourself to keep your composure. Act normal. That was the only thing you needed to do. The room was as grand as you expected towering bookshelves lined every inch of the walls, filled with tomes that hummed with the weight of knowledge far beyond your grasp. Dim candle light flickered against ancient scrolls and bound leather volumes, casting long shadows across the dark oak desk that separated you from the Sage of Truth himself.

Shadow Milk Cookie sat with his hands clasped together, heterochromatic eyes watching you with that ever-present, unreadable curiosity. There was nothing outwardly daunting about his posture he wasn’t looming over you, nor did he seem displeased by your arrival. And yet, the weight of his presence alone was enough to make your stomach twist into knots. Did he know? Had he seen you skipping class earlier? Or worse had someone told him? You had been careful, but he was the Sage of Truth. What if he could just tell? No. You had to push that thought aside. You weren’t here to dwell on what-ifs. You were here to learn. Swallowing your nerves, you forced yourself to speak first. “Um. I figured the session would be at the same time as yesterday, so… here I am.” His lips quirked slightly. Not quite a smile, but something like amusement. “Indeed. You are nothing if not observant.” You couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not. A tense pause filled the space between you. The longer he looked at you, the more your earlier anxiety tried to creep back in. Should you say something else? Should you apologize for something, just in case? No, that’d be too suspicious. You just had to move forward like everything was fine. “So,” you started, shifting in your seat, “uh, where do we start today?” Shadow Milk Cookie leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers as he studied you. “That depends,” he said, voice smooth and composed. “Have you taken time to reflect on our last discussion?” Last discussion. You weren’t sure if he meant the lesson or… the discussion the one where he had asked you if truth itself was an illusion. The one you hadn’t been able to answer. You hesitated, trying to gauge the safest response. “I thought about it, if that’s what you’re asking.” His knowing gaze didn’t waver. “And?” You scrambled for something to say. Something that would make you sound even remotely competent. “And… I still don’t know,” you admitted, exhaling sharply. “It’s not exactly a simple question, is it?” “Few truths ever are,” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “And yet, you seek knowledge regardless.” You shifted, unsure whether that was supposed to be reassuring or not. “Well, yeah. That’s… kind of the point of all this, isn’t it?” His smile grew just a fraction. “Precisely.” Another pause. You wanted to believe this was just like yesterday’s session, that there was nothing different, no unspoken accusations, no suspicion lingering in the air. And yet, the nagging fear still gnawed at you. Hesitantly, you cleared your throat. “Um. Just to be sure… did anything, uh, happen today?” Shadow Milk Cookie raised a brow. “Many things happened today, I imagine. You’ll have to be more specific.” You immediately regretted asking. “Never mind.” He hummed, that same knowing amusement flickering in his expression. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “Shall we begin, then?” he asked smoothly, gesturing toward the open tomes on his desk. You nodded quickly, eager to move on. “Yeah. Let’s start.” If you had been caught skipping class, you’d rather not find out now. The room was quiet, save for the scratching of your quill and the occasional rustle of parchment. You sat at the long wooden table, hunched over your notes, frustration simmering beneath your skin. Across from you, Shadow Milk Cookie observed you with his usual poised patience, waiting for you to arrive at the truth on your own. But that was the problem. He never told you anything outright. No easy corrections. No direct answers. Only questions, each one unraveling your assumptions and forcing you to rebuild them from the ground up.

Why do you believe that? What is the reasoning behind your conclusion? What if the opposite were true? What changes? It was exhausting. You let out a sharp sigh, tapping your quill against the table. “Can’t you just tell me if I’m wrong?” Shadow Milk Cookie smiled faintly. “Would that help you understand?” “Yes!” He tilted his head slightly. “Would it?” You clenched your jaw. “It would help me know the answer.” “And what is knowledge without understanding?” You shut your eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. You had walked right into that one. Biting the inside of your cheek, you turned back to your parchment. You had been asked to analyze a spell, its purpose, its construction, and the reasoning behind its specific sequence. You thought you had a solid explanation, but as soon as you had presented it, Shadow Milk Cookie had poked a dozen holes in it with nothing but questions. You frowned at your notes. “I don’t even know where to start fixing it.” “Then start by questioning your own logic,” he said. “What assumption led you astray?” You hesitated. You hadn’t considered that. Glancing at your work, you retraced your thought process. “I assumed this incantation was reinforcing the spell’s foundation,” you murmured. “Mm.” He nodded. “And what happens if you challenge that assumption?”

You furrowed your brows, turning the idea over in your mind. “If I challenge it… then maybe it’s not reinforcing the foundation at all. Maybe it’s destabilizing it on purpose.” A spark of realization flickered in your mind. Your grip on your quill tightened as you looked up. “It’s not reinforcing, it’s redirecting the magic.” Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Go on.” You quickly scribbled down your revised thoughts, the pieces beginning to fall into place. “The instability is intentional. It forces the spell to shift, which is why the next sequence works the way it does…because it’s not actually building off the first part. It’s reacting to it.” A soft chuckle left him. “Fascinating, isn’t it? A contradiction that serves to create harmony.” You leaned back in your chair, still a little frustrated but also, for the first time, a little excited. “…I guess your method kind of works,” you admitted begrudgingly. Shadow Milk Cookie smiled knowingly. “Truth is far more rewarding when you reach for it yourself.” You huffed, but the corner of your mouth twitched. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to this after all.

Shadow Milk Cookie tapped a neat stack of parchment beside him. “Professor Almond Custard Cookie has kindly provided me with notes from today’s lecture.” Your breath hitched. You forced yourself to sit still, nodding as if this was perfectly normal and not something that sent a jolt of panic through your chest. “Oh?” You hoped your voice sounded neutral. “That’s… helpful.” His gaze flickered over you, unreadable, but he made no comment on your tone. “Indeed. A well-structured foundation is necessary before we can build further understanding. Let us review what you have learned today.” What you should have learned today. You swallowed hard, shifting in your chair. Did he know? Had he seen you? Or was this just his usual thoroughness, covering all possible gaps in your knowledge? Either way, you couldn’t let on that you hadn’t been there. You had to act natural. Shadow Milk Cookie unfolded the notes with care, his expression as composed as ever. “The lecture focused on layered spell sequences,” he began, scanning the parchment. “Specifically, the interplay between incantations and rune stabilization. Tell me, what stood out to you most in the professor’s explanation?” Your stomach twisted. You had no idea what had been said in that classroom today. You stalled, pretending to contemplate. “Ah… well, I think the way incantations interact with stabilization is… important?” You inwardly cringed at your own weak response. Shadow Milk Cookie’s lips pressed into a thoughtful line. “Yes, but tell me how they interact.” You hesitated. His gaze didn’t waver. “I…” Your fingers curled slightly against the table. Think. Think. You had read about this before. Maybe you could piece something together. “Well, I assume stabilization ensures the spell doesn’t collapse under its own structure. So, incantations must… reinforce that stability?” His expression remained neutral, but there was an unmistakable hmm of consideration. “An understandable assumption. However” he tapped a particular line in the notes “today’s lecture addressed how some spells do not seek absolute stability, but rather a controlled imbalance to generate movement within the structure.” Controlled imbalance. You latched onto the phrase, your mind scrambling to keep up. “So… a spell needs to be a little unstable to function?” He nodded. “Precisely. A rigid spell is an inflexible one. It must be designed with room for natural shifts in energy.” You quickly wrote this down, relieved that he was explaining rather than pressing you for details you should already know. Maybe you could get through this without him realizing you had skipped 

“Did the professor’s demonstration aid in your understanding?” You stiffened. “…Demonstration?” Shadow Milk Cookie raised a brow. “Yes. The professor performed a practical example, showing how slight adjustments in incantation timing could alter a spell’s balance. I assume you took notes on the variations?” Your brain screamed. You forced a nod, trying not to look as panicked as you felt. “Oh uh, yes. Of course.” You hurried to scribble something vague in your notes, praying he wouldn’t ask to see them. There was a pause. Shadow Milk Cookie studied you, his gaze lingering just a second too long. Then, as if deciding something, he simply said, “Good. Then let us test your understanding.” Your stomach dropped. “Try explaining one of the variations the professor demonstrated,” he continued, resting his chin lightly against his interlaced fingers. “In your own words.” Oh, no. You had definitely been caught. You opened your mouth, scrambling for anything that might sound plausible. Think. Think. If you just threw out some terms maybe something vague about timing and energy shifts you could get through this. “Well,” you started, “the variations were, uh… subtle? Like, um, small changes in the incantation would…” You hesitated, grasping at nothing. “They would, you know, affect the spell’s… structure?” Shadow Milk Cookie waited. You felt yourself sweat under his unwavering gaze. “And, um, depending on uh the… pronunciation?” You winced internally. “The spell either stayed balanced or became… less balanced?” Silence. You knew. He knew. You had nothing. And he wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t stopping you, just letting you struggle as if waiting for you to come to the realization yourself. Your brain scrambled, but the more you tried to fix it, the more tangled your words became, until finally, you gave up. You sighed, rubbing your temples as the silence between you stretched unbearably long. The moment you had started explaining, you knew…you knew…you weren’t making any sense. The more you spoke, the more tangled your words became, and Shadow Milk Cookie’s patient, expectant gaze only made it worse. “…I need a break,” you blurted. Shadow Milk Cookie blinked, tilting his head slightly. You nodded, trying to play it off as a totally normal request and not a desperate attempt to escape. “Yeah. A break. Just for a moment.” You forced a weak chuckle. “You know, let the knowledge settle in.” His expression remained unreadable. For a moment, you feared he would press the matter, but then he simply said, “Very well.” Instead of just simply agreeing, he rose from his seat as well. “Then I shall accompany you.” Your stomach dropped. “You? Oh. Uh, no, that’s not” You let out a nervous chuckle. “I meant, like… a solo break. Just me. Alone.” Shadow Milk Cookie arched a brow, the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes. “And why should enlightenment be a solitary pursuit?” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “I will walk with you,” he decided, already moving toward the door. “A change of environment may prove beneficial to our discussion.” Discussion? You had been hoping to escape that very thing! But what were you supposed to say? No, great Sage, please let me go be confused in peace? Reluctantly, you followed him out into the hallway, feeling more trapped than before. So much for a break.

As you stepped into the hallway, it felt like you had crossed into a realm you didn’t belong in. The Scholars’ Wing was unlike anything you had ever seen not just a part of the academy, but a world of its own. The air was different here, heavier, as if it carried the whispers of every scholar who had ever walked these halls. The towering bookshelves embedded into the walls weren’t just filled with books; they were filled with knowledge you doubted you’d ever grasp. Above, the arched ceiling stretched impossibly high, adorned with intricate constellations that shimmered faintly, shifting ever so slightly, as if mapping the movements of the stars in real time. You swallowed hard, instinctively slowing your steps. Your own presence here felt like a mistake, like you had wandered somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. This was a place for scholars, real scholars. People who understood the things written in those books, who could decipher the runes carved into the marble pillars. Not someone who had been all but forced into tutoring because they couldn’t keep up. Shadow Milk Cookie walked beside you, his presence as effortless as always, as if this space was a natural extension of himself. Of course, it was. He belonged here. Everyone in this wing probably did.

You barely heard Shadow Milk Cookie’s voice beside you something about the importance of stepping away from one’s studies to reflect. Your gaze was fixed on the domed ceiling overhead, where celestial maps were delicately etched into the stone, glowing faintly as if the sky itself had been preserved in this sacred place. “You are unusually quiet,” his voice cut through your thoughts, his tone gentle but observant. You hesitated before answering, still glancing around as if the sheer weight of the place might crush you if you weren’t careful. “It just… doesn’t feel like I should be here,” you admitted, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. Shadow Milk Cookie came to a stop, turning toward you with an unreadable expression. For a long moment, he simply studied you, and you felt even smaller under his gaze not because he was judging, but because he was seeing. “And what, pray tell, makes you believe you do not belong?” You gestured vaguely at the grandiosity around you. “Look at this place. It’s ancient, it’s brilliant, it’s” You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I’m just some student struggling to keep up. This wing is for people who know what they’re doing.” Shadow Milk Cookie’s lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile. “Then it is most fortunate you are here,” he said simply. You blinked. “What?” “To become one who ‘knows what they are doing,’ one must first find themselves where knowledge resides. You would not fault a fledgling for standing in the sky before it has learned to fly.”

You stared at him, unsure how to respond. He made it sound so simple. Like just being here meant you had already taken the first step toward belonging. Shadow Milk Cookie resumed walking, and after a moment, you forced your legs to move again, though the doubt still lingered. Maybe one day you would feel like you belonged. But today, surrounded by the vastness of knowledge you couldn’t begin to fathom, you just felt small. You sighed, trailing just a step behind Shadow Milk Cookie as you tried to put your thoughts into words. The way he spoke. So assured, so certain it made it sound like struggling was just another step forward, like it wasn’t the exhausting, frustrating thing that it was. “You make it sound so simple,” you muttered, shaking your head. “Like struggling is just… part of the process. But it’s not that easy.” Shadow Milk Cookie glanced at you, intrigued. “Is it not?” You frowned. “No, it isn’t. Struggling means failing over and over. It means feeling like you’re the only one who doesn’t get it while everyone else moves forward. It means trying your best and still coming up short. It’s frustrating, and it’s discouraging, and” You stopped, exhaling sharply before running a hand down your face. “You talk about it like it’s just another step, but when you’re the one struggling, it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like you’ll never get it.”

Shadow Milk Cookie stopped as well, turning fully toward you, his expression unreadable. His gaze wasn’t pitying, nor was it dismissive it was considering, as though he was turning your words over in his mind like a scholar studying an unfamiliar text. “Ah,” he finally said, his tone softer than before. “You perceive struggle as an obstruction rather than a passage.” You gave him a tired look. “That’s what I mean. You say it like that, and it sounds wise, but that doesn’t make it any easier.” He chuckled at that, folding his arms behind his back. “Perhaps not. Truth, after all, is not always a comfort.” You didn’t have a response to that, chewing on the inside of your cheek. After a moment, he continued. “When you fall short, do you cease to move forward entirely?” You hesitated. “No… but it feels like I do.” “And yet, you still stand before me,” he mused. “Still seeking, still questioning. That, I daresay, is proof that you have not been left behind.” You frowned, thinking over his words. Maybe you hadn’t fallen behind entirely, but you still felt stuck, still felt like you weren’t moving forward nearly as fast as you should. Shadow Milk Cookie resumed walking, his robes drifting behind him with each step. “You struggle, and so you doubt,” he continued. “That is expected. But enlighten me…if struggling feels so endless, why do you continue?” You bit your lip. You could have told him that you had no choice, that Professor Almond Custard Cookie had all but forced this arrangement upon you, but you didn’t say that. Because at the end of the day, you could have refused. You could have walked away. You could have given up. But you hadn’t. “…Because I don’t want to fail,” you admitted quietly. Shadow Milk Cookie glanced at you again, and this time, there was a warmth in his gaze not pity, not amusement, but something softer. Almost as if he did understand. “Then I would say you are already moving forward.” You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the question pressing against your chest. You’d been trying to act normal, trying to brush past it, but the thought wouldn’t leave you alone. He knew. He had to. Otherwise, how would he have known exactly what the lecture covered? You exhaled sharply, deciding to just get it over with. “How did you know I wasn’t in lecture today?” you asked, voice carefully even. Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t stop walking, but he did glance at you, as if amused by your directness. “I make it my mission to uncover the truth,” he said smoothly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It was not difficult.” You furrowed your brows. “That doesn’t really answer my question.”

His smile widened, a glimmer of intrigue in his gaze. “Would you like to take a guess?” You almost groaned. Of course he was going to do this. “Because Professor Almond Custard Cookie told you?” “A logical deduction,” he mused. “But incorrect.” You frowned, trying to think. Had someone told him? Had he seen you? You didn’t think you’d run into him earlier… “…Did you see me?” you asked hesitantly. “Not quite.” You exhaled sharply through your nose. “Then how?” Shadow Milk Cookie chuckled, finally stopping as he turned to face you. “You,” he said simply. You blinked. “Me?” “The way you reacted when I mentioned the lecture,” he clarified. “Your hesitation, your choice of words, the way your eyes flickered. Small tells, but tells nonetheless.” You stared at him, half-impressed, half-mortified. He really had just figured it out like that? “…So you were just guessing?” you asked, crossing your arms. “A calculated guess,” he corrected, looking far too pleased with himself. “And, as I suspected, correct.” You let out a long sigh, shaking your head. “Great. So you didn’t actually know for sure until I walked right into it.” He hummed in agreement, tilting his head. “And yet, here we are.” You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Fantastic.” He chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back once more. “Truth has a way of revealing itself, regardless of one’s intentions.” You shot him a flat look. “You love this, don’t you?” “Only as much as you allow me to.” You had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but you were too exasperated to ask.

You let out a small chuckle, stretching your arms over your head. “Next time, I just won’t tell you if I skipped,” you joked easily. “I’ll let you figure it out on your own.” It was a casual comment, the kind you’d toss at a friend in passing. And then silence. A weight settled in the air. You blinked, suddenly very aware of the fact that this was not just a friend. This was the Sage of Truth. The scholar so many looked up to, the one who spoke in grand truths and ancient wisdom. And you had just… Your stomach dropped. Slowly, you glanced at him, as if bracing for some kind of lecture. Shadow Milk Cookie looked down at you with a curious glint in his golden eyes. “Oh?” he mused. “You would test my ability to discern the truth?” You opened your mouth, then shut it. Oh, you’d walked right into that one. “I mean” You scratched at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling foolish. “It was just a joke…” He didn’t look offended. If anything, there was the faintest hint of amusement in his expression. “Even jest can hold a challenge,” he remarked. “Would you prefer I not know?” You frowned slightly, caught off guard by the question. “I mean… I wasn’t serious about it.” “Of course,” he said smoothly. “And yet, now you find yourself second-guessing.” You huffed, shaking your head. “I should probably be more careful with my jokes.” His lips quirked into something just shy of a full smile. “Only if you wish to avoid reflection.” You weren’t sure what to say to that, so you just exhaled sharply and kept walking, trying to ignore the way your face burned. Maybe next time, you’d think before speaking so casually to one of the Academy’s most esteemed scholars.

As you stepped back into Shadow Milk Cookie’s office, the momentary relief of your break faded, replaced by the familiar weight of study. The air inside still held the scent of old parchment and candle wax, and the quiet hum of magic lingered in the walls. “Now,” Shadow Milk Cookie began as he settled back into his seat, golden eyes watching you expectantly, “shall we continue?” You swallowed, nodding as you took your place once more. There was no escaping it, you had to put in the effort, no matter how frustrating it was. And frustrating it was. Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t simply tell you where you went wrong. Instead, he guided you with questions, each one meant to lead you toward the answer yourself. But more often than not, you struggled to grasp where he was leading you. Every time you thought you understood, he’d push just a little further, and your confidence would waver. “Consider again,” he said patiently. “You are focused on the outcome, but what of the process? Why does this approach not work?” You frowned, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Because… it contradicts the earlier theorem?” He tilted his head slightly. “Does it?” You hesitated. Did it? You weren’t sure anymore. Frustration bubbled up again, but you bit your tongue. You wanted to get this. Even if it was difficult…even if his methods made your head spin you had to keep trying. Then, in a moment of clarity, something clicked. “Oh wait. It’s because the foundation of the proof was misapplied earlier. That’s why the conclusion doesn’t work.” Shadow Milk Cookie smiled, pleased. “Precisely.” You exhaled, slumping back slightly. “You make me work too hard for these answers.” “If I simply gave them to you, would they hold the same meaning?” “…No,” you admitted, sighing. “But it’d be easier.” He chuckled softly. “Ease does not always lead to true understanding.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue. The lesson continued, and by the time you finally left his office, your brain was buzzing with all the concepts he’d drilled into you. The air outside was cooler now, and waiting just outside the Scholar’s Wing were Chai Latte Cookie, Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie, and Earl Grey Cookie, gathered near the grand pillars of the entrance.

“There you are!” Chai Latte Cookie grinned as she waved. “Took you long enough.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “Still alive?” “Barely,” you muttered, trudging toward them. Earl Grey Cookie adjusted his glasses, eyeing you with mild amusement. “We figured you’d be trapped in there forever.” You sighed dramatically. “If I had to answer one more question, I think my brain would’ve melted.” Chai Latte Cookie chuckled, linking her arm with yours. “C’mon, let’s go get some food. You look like you need it.” You groaned. “You have no idea.” As they led you away from the imposing halls of the Scholar’s Wing, the weight of the session slowly faded. You still had a long way to go, but at least you didn’t have to think about it…for now.  “We thought you got lost in there.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie snorted. “Or got turned into a book. You do look like you just crawled out of an archive.” Earl Grey Cookie gave you a once-over, brow slightly furrowed. “Was it that bad?” You groaned, dragging a hand down your face as you approached. “You have no idea.” Chai Latte Cookie immediately looped her arm through yours as you started walking. “Come on, tell us everything. What’s he like?” Chai Latte Cookie nudged you playfully. “You never really answered earlier.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie smirked. “Yeah, you’ve actually spoken to him. What’s the Sage of Truth like up close?” Earl Grey Cookie adjusted his glasses. “Is he as theatrical as everyone says?” You groaned. “Oh, not this again.” “Oh, yes, this again,” Chai Latte Cookie said with a grin. “Come on, spill.” You hesitated before shrugging. “I mean… yeah, he’s kind of theatrical, but not in the way I expected. He’s not dramatic dramatic. He just speaks like everything he says is important.” Earl Grey Cookie nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. He is the Sage of Truth.” You hesitated, exhaling. “He’s… a lot.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie raised an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you admitted. “He’s so sure of everything, and he doesn’t just tell you when you’re wrong…he makes you figure it out yourself.” You shook your head. “It’s frustrating because he makes it sound so simple when it’s not.” Chai Latte Cookie hummed. “That sounds kind of exhausting.” “It was. And then” you groaned, tilting your head back, “he knew I wasn’t in lecture today.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie blinked. “Wait, he noticed?” You sighed. “Not only that…he called me out on it.” Earl Grey Cookie’s expression sharpened slightly. “And what did you say?” “I tried to play along. Thought maybe I could just, I don’t know, fake it ‘til I make it? But obviously, I got everything wrong, and he just looked at me.” You gestured vaguely. “Like he was waiting for me to admit it. So I did.” Chai Latte Cookie winced sympathetically. “Oof.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie let out a low whistle. “That’s rough.” Earl Grey Cookie hummed. “Did he seem upset?” “No, just…” You hesitated. “Like he was studying me. And then, like an idiot, I joked about just not telling him next time if I skipped.” Chai Latte Cookie’s eyes widened. “You did not.” “I did. And then I realized who I was talking to.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie groaned. “Oh, no.” Earl Grey Cookie chuckled. “Did he say anything?” “He just looked at me for a second and then asked if I really thought he wouldn’t notice.” You sighed. “And then I wanted to melt into the floor.” Chai Latte Cookie patted your arm. “At least he wasn’t mad?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie crossed his arms. “I’m still surprised he even noticed you weren’t there. He doesn’t seem like the type to care about normal students.” You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie shrugged. “I mean, he’s kind of a mystery. He mostly works with scholars way above our level.” “That’s true,” Earl Grey Cookie agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him tutoring someone before.” Chai Latte Cookie tapped her chin. “Does he even teach anything?” You blinked. “…I actually have no idea.” Hazelnut Biscotti Cookie exhaled. “Figures. He probably only teaches advanced scholars.” “Which means whatever he does teach is probably terrifying,” Earl Grey Cookie added. You groaned. “Well, considering how this tutoring session went, I definitely wouldn’t survive an actual class with him.” Chai Latte Cookie giggled. “You’ll be fine. It’s only your second session, you’re still getting used to it.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah… I hope so.” The four of you continued walking, the evening air cool against your skin. Despite everything, it was nice having them here. As a reminder that, outside the Sage of Truth’s endless questioning, you weren’t alone.

A/N I'm not sure how consistent I'll be with updating this week so it might be every 2-3 days for this fic since I have a busy week...fear not though I'll be getting through my requests this week (I was able to update long chapters cause it's a weekend YIPPEEE!!!) anyways please enjoy and reblog for more bangers 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Clipped Bird Chapter 2

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Alfred looks to his side seeing Damian storm into the dinning room. The others aren’t far behind him, and before they can speak Alfred holds his hand up.

“I know what you all are going to ask, I didn’t tell you out of their own request,” Alfred’s voice was clear and firm leaving no room for doubt, “They wanted it to just be between us, so their move to their college dorms can go unbothered.”

“So you’re just saying they left us without any word at all, even after they got into a fight!” Damian huffs.

“Yes, they didn’t wish to stay any longer. They are in good health, and weren’t harmed in the fight, luckily.”

Bruce steps up putting his hand on Damian to remind him to calm down, “What college are they going to?”

“Gentlebrook University, they thought it was the best seeing as it has more options for their interest,” Alfred adjusts his tie, “Though you all better not rush them at once. They will only react negatively to it seeing as they’re not used to your attention.”

Bruce sighs, putting his hand to his chin as he thinks of a plan to get to you. He doesn’t need you running off and hiding from them more just by seeing all of them. Looking over to his sons he tries to think of who has the best relationship with you, so they can be the one to talk to you. But no one pops up right away for him, making the man grumble. They’ll all have to step up once they get you back and make up for everything they missed. A pit of guilt grows in his stomach thinking about how they all failed you so horribly.

“Tim, you're just a bit older than them. I think it’s best if you go and talk to them. Remember to be slow about it, we just want them back in our lives. No forcing them back into the house, it will only upset them more,” his voice is stern, “The rest of you all will be getting things ready just in case the worse situation happens.”

Jason, Dick, and Damian try to speak up, each wanting to be the one to go get you, but Bruce shakes his head. The trio sigh but reluctantly agrees.

"I'll track them down, so I have an easier time finding them on campus," Time speaks up, "I'll keep all of you updated when I go to talk to them.

Alfred looks at the group, “I shall not be helping you all, seeing as I don’t wish to make them feel isolated if anything goes amiss.”

Bruce turns to the butler wanting to bring him onto their side, but seeing the determination in Alfred’s eyes, he knew he couldn’t change his mind. He just nods having to respect his choice, plus they can use it to their benefit in case they have to force you back to the house. You’ll be more compliant hopefully with Alfred here and your two’s relationship stays secure.

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Here you are in your first in person class! Your nerves are going crazy from all the excitement and anxiety. The class was just a simple math class even with your major they still require the general classes to be done first. Hopefully you can make some friends, but first you got to unhide your presence. It’s just a bit scary the idea of being not hidden, you’re not sure how your classmates will react to you. But if you want friends you have to be willing to be out there. So taking a deep breath you let your presence be known, spooking the lady sitting next to you.

“Oh goodness! I didn’t realize you were right next to me.”

“It’s ok, sorry about spooking you,” you hold out your hand introducing yourself but using Pennyworth as your last name, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too! I’m Jenny. Um, so would you mind if we hang out? I mean, well, sorry. I stumble over my words when I’m nervous,” she fidgets with her ginger hair, “I’m new here and I figure you are too, so would you want to be new together?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you nod excitedly, your first friend! This is it! Your heart pounds so fast, you hope you don’t scare her off. Jenny smiles and shakes your hand very fast, scooting closer to you to work together. Before you know it, class is over, and Jenny is leading you all around campus to hang out. This is the most fun ever, even though nothing is really happening besides talking. For the first time ever with someone who isn’t your dad, you feel like you belong. The campus is wonderful too since it was more colorful than the usual Gotham buildings.

Jenny is a rather fast talker, rambling about all sorts of things that pops into her head. But she makes sure to leave space for you to chime up, and when you do her focus is all on you. Happily listening to everything you have to say, as if it's the most important thing ever. And luckily enough Jenny doesn't listen to the news since it makes her sad, so she has no idea who you are. You never felt so lucky before to have a fresh start with someone.

A week later you’re walking over to the local breakfast place with Jenny like usual just chatting. Everything is perfect like nothing could go wrong, till Jenny’s squeal catches you off guard.

“What is it?”

“It’s Tim Drake!” Jenny pulls you closer, pointing over to Tim who was standing by the campus entrance, a crowd starts to form, “Isn’t he dreamy. I wonder what he’s doing here.”

You stand there in shock. What is he doing here?! There’s no way this guy just came to look around, you know it. On instinct your presence disappears as you hide behind Jenny. Are you in trouble? Is he just here to mess with you? Why? Why? WHY?! Bang, bang, bang, your heart is beating so loud you swear everyone could hear it. Your breathing goes crazy as you grip onto yourself trying to calm down, you can’t though, you try and try but nothing is working. You’re hoping he doesn’t see you or recognize you if you’re lucky enough.

“Huh? Where did you go?” Jenny looks around confused till she turns and bumps into you, “Huh when did you..what’s wrong?”

“I can’t breathe,” the words are hard to get out.

“It’s ok, I got you,” Jenny’s usual playful tone turns serious, “Look at me ok, focus on me”

You nod looking into her green eyes, she tells you to follow her breathing. And you do, in the out, in then out, in then out. Your breathing slowly steadies, but your body still shakes. Once you’re calm enough, she looks over you. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you close into her. Before moving your head onto her chest to focus on the sound of her heartbeat.

“It’s ok, I’m here. I’m here for you, I’m not leaving,” hearing your sigh of relief she says, “What’s wrong?”

“I uh well…can we go to the breakfast place. I’ll explain there, I don’t feel comfortable being out here in the open.”

Jenny nods with determination, pulling you with her quickly. The last thing she wants you to feel is in danger. You stumble a bit surprised at how fast she can go, it takes you a bit to catch up with her pace. Once you two sit down at the restaurant you quietly explain a bit about why you’re uncomfortable. Her concern face turns red with anger as her nose scrunches up.

“Why those jerks! How dare they ignore you, oh why I outta wallop them! I don’t care how dreamie they are, no one ignores my best friend!” she stands up determined to go out and beat the hell out of Tim.

“Jenny please calm down, I don’t want anyone looking at us,” you grab her hand, “And I don’t want to be left alone.”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” Jenny takes a deep breath, “It just makes me so mad, they did that to you, it's not fair.”

“Yeah...I,” you stumble over your words a bit sniffling.

“Hey, it’s ok,” she pulls you in for a hug, “It’s ok to cry.”

You touch your cheek feeling how wet they are, you’re crying quite a bit. Damn, her words got to you, hearing her say it’s not fair, it feels good. It feels good that others see it the same way as you. She really cares about you so much and you just ugh this day is already filled with so many emotions and it barely even started. You feel like an other mess right now. You know she won't think you're weird, but your anxiety was telling you otherwise. Seeing you all scrunch up she rubs your back to comfort you, before gently nuzzling into you to make you laugh.

“Thanks, you’re the first person that’s not my dad who understands.”

“You don’t have to thank me at all. I’m just happy to be by your side,” she takes a breath, “So what do you want to do about your dumb brother Tim.”

“Nothing, hopefully he’ll tire himself out.”

“I would, but the coffee I drink is starting to hit,” a voice chimes up.

The two of you turn looking over and see Tim walking over to you two.

“How?” you gasp out

“You’re still on dad’s plan, so it was pretty easy to track your phone from there,” Tim tries to give you a reassuring smile, "I was actually hoping we can talk. Everyone misses you at home.

Jenny moves quickly to stand in front of you, “I can't speak for them if they want to talk with you, I'll never judge them for it. But if you touch my bestie or make them sad, I will bite you.”

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[4ranghaes]

I know you posted it almost a month ago at time I’m writing this request… but would you mind doing a follow up to that one with bnd and reader getting walked in on by another member? Like what is it like the next day? How much teasing can they endure? Will Woonhak be able to survive Jaehyun’s talk?

You don’t have to do a continuation of all the members if you do this request, I was mostly curious about Woonhak.

ot6 bnd x reader [kinda funny, fluff, fem!reader]

pt.2 to this!!!

a/n: okay i actually loved this and i wanted to do a pt.2 to taesan’s too so i just did all of them😭😭

sungho🎀

you walked into the kitchen, sungho’s t-shirt covering your body, as well as your pyjama bottoms. you poured two glasses of juice, smiling politely at riwoo and taesan who sat at the dining table. they just stared at you.

“i’m sorry, taesan! but in our defence, why didn’t you knock?!” you broke the silence, riwoo just laughing while taesan looked insulted.

“why weren’t you making noise?! any normal person does!” he threw back, as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever,” you laughed, “we were gonna order some food, do either of you want anything?” riwoo perked up opposite taesan, who sat pouting.

“just call sungho out here and we’ll talk,” riwoo smiled.

“um,” you paused, your boyfriend’s earlier words echoing in your head.

“i’m not going out there! if you want juice, you’ll have to get it yourself. i can’t look him in the eye right now.”

“i-i know what he wants anyway, it’s fine,” you said, awkwardly.

“oh my god, i can not have this ruining the dorm,” riwoo said, dramatically, “park sungho! get out here!”

“stop! he’s really embarrassed,” you said, shoving riwoo as you sat down beside him, pulling out your phone to flick through the delivery app.

“yeah i bet he is,” taesan rolled his eyes, before covering his face with his hands, “oh my god the image is seared into my brain!”

“well you could’ve left a bit quicker!” you exclaimed, “also, how do you think i feel?! why are you more embarrassed when you’ve seen me naked?!”

taesan stopped then, as the two of you shared an awkward look.

the silence was broken by your boyfriend appearing out of his room, wrapped in his duvet.

“han dongmin. if you say one thing, i’m leaving.”

“what, the band?” taesan teased.

“dongmin!” sungho scolded, collapsing onto the sofa. “i want dakgalbi.”

“okay, baby, we’ll get you dakgalbi,” you agreed, laughing at your boyfriend’s childish behaviour.

taesan just fake-cried, slamming his head into the table. “get out my brain!”

riwoo🦦🍡

“i’m kinda hungry,” you said, putting your phone down and rolling over, cuddling up to your boyfriend’s side. “shall we go and make that fried rice now?”

“or… shall we order?” riwoo grinned, wiggling his phone at you.

you gasped, “shall we?! wait. do you just not want to leave your room in case you see leehan?”

riwoo scoffed, already scrolling through the app, “no!”

you glared at him, riwoo sparing a glance to you as he rolled his eyes, “fine. yes. i don’t think he’s gonna say anything, i’m just embarrassed. i mean i literally moaned in front of him.”

you giggled, getting up and exiting the room, riwoo watching with a screwed up expression. you were right, even though you hadn’t said it, he knew your sentiment, he couldn’t spend his life in his room. but, this would pass in a day or two…

suddenly, leehan appeared at the door, breaking riwoo out of his concerns. you were stood behind him like a supportive mum.

“i’m sorry, hyung,” leehan spoke, face expressionless, “i should have knocked, i should have noticed sooner. i’m sorry.”

riwoo groaned, burying his face in his hands, “this is worse!”

“well what do you want me to say?” leehan laughed, “hyung, look, i’m sorry, but it’s life! i don’t care, also it’s not like i saw anything.”

riwoo hummed, getting out of bed and coming over to the two of you.

“what?” leehan said, as he was face to face with the man.

“get out of the way. i’m so hungry i could die, i need to make myself food.”

“you have been avoiding going outside!” you exclaimed.

“of course i have!” riwoo laughed, before grabbing leehan’s hand as they walked through the hallway. “wait. but seriously donghyun, if you tell any of the other members, i’ll—”

“what? that you and your girlfriend dry hump?” leehan laughed, riwoo smacking his shoulder.

“shut up, idiot.”

jaehyun🪻🐕

“we need to implement some serious boundaries in this band!” woonhak yelled, storming out his bedroom, taesan close behind.

“oh, it’s taesan now? it’s usually myungjae that’s being said about,” riwoo snickered.

“no one beats jaehyun, though,” taesan scoffed, still hanging off woonhak, despite the clear annoyance from the maknae, “what other friends have to implement a ‘no sex in the living room rule’?!”

“yeah, well, just be glad i stick to it,” jaehyun said, saluting all the members, while you smacked his chest.

“myung jaehyun, you absolute liar!” sungho yelled.

“oh god,” woonhak laughed, “hyung?! again?!”

“i walked in on those two making out the other day,” sungho said, now facing the rest of the members for a dramatic retelling.

“that’s not—”

“shared conversation, and everything!” sungho exclaimed, “and the entire time! he was continuing to finger her! under her skirt!”

“what the fuck?”

“myungjae—”

“please! oh my god!”

“jesus christ.”

jaehyun just laughed, while you hid your face in his shoulder, “what can i say?”

“oh my god,” you groaned. you pulled away, grimacing at the boys, “i’m so sorry, i don’t know why he’s like this.”

“yeah, yeah, you were there too, y/n! don’t act innocent,” sungho teased.

“she’s wearing a skirt, guys,” leehan said, smirking, “we should be careful, they could be up to something right now.”

“shut up, donghyun, that’s so—” you cut yourself off with a gasp as jaehyun ran his hand up your inner thigh, cupping your clothed heat. “myung jaehyun! stop it! you’re such a pervert.”

your boyfriend just giggled, removing his hand and leaning his head on your shoulder, the rest of the members groaning, riwoo and taesan even getting up and walking away, all while myungjae laughed to himself.

“i hope you’re having fun,” you said, sarcastically, peering down at him.

myungjae grinned, “of course i am.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

“hi,” taesan said, entering riwoo’s bedroom.

“hey.”

“did you… get that jar open?”

“nope,” riwoo shook his head, offering an awkward smile to his friend.

taesan sighed, groaning, “i’m so sorry you had to see… that, but also—”

“i’m not gonna tell the others, tae,” riwoo smiled, “don’t worry.”

taesan sighed a breath of relief, “thank you, sanghyuk, genuinely—”

“i might tell my therapist, but, you know, they won’t tell anyone.”

taesan whined, burying his face in his hands, “oh god, i’m so embarrassed.”

“no, don’t be,” riwoo laughed, “i’m into it, actually. just didn’t realise you were too.”

“mmhmm,” taesan nodded, screwing up his face, “too raw to talk about it. maybe another time.”

riwoo laughed, nodding and waving taesan off.

“okay,” taesan nodded curtly, leaving the room, “thanks, hyung.”

he closed the door behind him, returning to his own bedroom where you were laid on the bed. you turned to smile at your boyfriend as he entered, placing your phone down.

“you do it?”

taesan nodded, trudging over to the bed where he collapsed into your arms, “he said he won’t tell anyone besides his therapist.”

you laughed, kissing his head, “well done, baby.”

taesan groaned, burying his face in your body, “fuck that’s so embarrassing. i actually want to die.”

leehan🪸🐠 [this one went in a very different direction to the others so.. smut content warning]

“thanks, woonhak,” sungho laughed, welcoming the boy back out of leehan’s bedroom and into the living room.

“why do i always loose the bets?” woonhak sighed.

“we seriously need to talk with them. how can they always be this loud?” taesan grumbled.

woonhak swallowed, “it was… hot though.”

jaehyun laughed loudly, shoving the maknae, “yeah? you liked it? perv.”

“shut up! just… objectively,” he said, embarrassed, “obviously i don’t want to see y/n noona like that, but…”

“what… what did it look like, woonhak? i mean, what were they doing?” riwoo asked, all the boys subconsciously leaning forward to listen in.

“well donghyun was sat on his desk chair,” woonhak swallowed, “and y/n was on his lap. but, i mean, her entire ass was covered in… you know.”

“in cum?” jaehyun finished, woonhak nodding in response. the boys somewhat laughed, but anyone could tell they were turned on.

“and- before they knew i was there, leehan kind of… took some and fed it to her,” woonhak said, clearing his throat as he nodded, “fuck. that was really hot actually.”

“damn,” taesan spoke.

“fuck,” sungho nodded.

riwoo and jaehyun had pulled pillows and a discarded hoodie over their laps.

“what’s up,” leehan suddenly spoke, emerging from his bedroom. he still wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he had sweatpants covering his lower half, slung low on his hips. his hair was slightly wet with sweat, lips swollen.

“nothing,” woonhak said suddenly.

“you were watching us, right?” leehan smirked, “perv.”

“shut up! you’re the one having sex loud enough for the whole dorm to hear!”

“you’re all jealous,” leehan teased, downing a glass of water, “get a girlfriend and tell me you don’t want to do just that.”

the boys all sighed, going back to their various activities until you emerged from leehan’s room. despite your hardest efforts, you seemed to be walking with a limp, and, as chance would have it, the only bathroom was past the living room.

you smiled awkwardly as you passed by, the boys all staring at you, trying to hide their own heavy breathing.

though your body was covered, they could almost see it. plus, the few hickies on the back of your neck and shoulders that were revealed as you walked by didn’t help.

when you disappeared into the bathroom, their eyelines fell to leehan who was smirking.

“losers.”

woonhak🧸

“this is the worst.”

you turned to look at woonhak, bursting into laughter at his unhappy expression.

“i’m serious, y/n. we’re busted. this is worse than my parents finding out,” your boyfriend groaned.

you were both sat on the sofa in the living room like two naughty children, pyjamas covering your bodies the next morning, while jaehyun paced up and down the kitchen, ever the dramatic.

he finally entered the living room, staring at you with the cutest angry expression ever. “when did this start?”

woonhak groaned, but he had promise to answer all his questions, “y/n’s birthday, earlier this year.”

you suppressed a laugh, nodding seriously as jaehyun took a dramatic deep breath.

“and who initiated last night?”

“hyung!” woonhak whined.

“you said all my questions!”

“fine!” woonhak sighed in defeat, “i did. i even came home early from the studio cause i was horny, and i knew y/n was here, sorry! sue me! hyung, you can’t say anything i’m an adult now!”

jaehyun wiped fake tears from his eyes, “and were you adults using protection?”

you nodded as woonhak frowned.

“what?” you laughed.

“d-did we?” he asked, suddenly worried as he looked to you.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “did we?! i don’t know woonhak you’re in charge of it!”

“y-yeah. yeah we did.”

“are you sure?” you asked, gripping woonhak’s hair to get him to look at you.

“oh my god,” jaehyun said, laying down on the floor.

“not the time hyung! i’m checking the rubbish.”

you groaned, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. you turned to jaehyun, “are you done?”

jaehyun chuckled, nodding, “yeah, i just like to wind him up. just take care of him, okay? and please use protection.”

you nodded sheepishly, woonhak coming back into the room with a successful smile on his face.

“we did! we did. it’s in the bin,” woonhak smiled, coming and sitting back on the sofa, giving you a quick kiss as he did.

jaehyun had obviously grown tired of his own antics, but as taesan entered the room, an evil smile grew on his face.

“taesan-ah!” he yelled.

“no! hyung!” woonhak whined, diving to the floor to tackle the leader.

but jaehyun was ever persistent, “woonhak’s having sex now! our baby! he’s all grown up, taesan-ah!”

“what?!”

[globalrebrand]

An Unexpected Evening

Warnings: Capitano x Reader, not sfw, mutual masturbation, slight coercion

A/N: A piece posted from my Ao3, a gift for @gojoidyll for their stubborn hearts series. Posted here after a request.

It had nearly been a month since your impromptu arranged marriage to Capitano. The first of the Lord Harbingers. He was a notoriously aloof and enigmatic figure, and thus far, married life had been far from standard. Not that it bothered you per se. You both agreed to have minimal expectations of one another. However, you weren’t entirely used to your independence being hampered by the proximity that marriage brought. You two now shared a home, a bed, and the occasional bath, and while you didn’t mind, sharing these important spaces made it difficult for you to have much-needed “me time,” especially in light of the fact you and your husband had yet to be intimate. 

It is late, and Capitano is in his office. You’d spent much of the afternoon helping to archive some older documents at his request, and while you were happy to help, you hadn’t been able to be very far from him since his return home last week. He’d often request your company for all manner of tasks and activities. It was evidence that your marriage was going far better than expected, considering it seemed that Capitano really enjoyed your presence or was putting in effort to acclimate to you, but all of this attention is also what has you feeling rather frustrated as of late. 

“Um, my lord. Is it alright if we sleep in separate quarters tonight?” It had taken you all night to gather the courage to make such a request, but you were pent up and desperate for release. 

“Why? Are you unwell?” Capitano's brows furrowed with concern as his hand came to his favorite perch on your chin, tilting your face this way and that as an impromptu medical examination. Gently, you gripped his wrist and pressed forward with your gambit. 

“No, I would. I just like a bit of alone time, just for this evening.”

Your husband's lips pursed. It was clear this was not an acceptable solution to him, so you offered a compromise.  

“I could even come back later in the night if that would be preferable.” 

Capitano's eyes narrowed, before a slight look of epiphany flashed across his features. “Wife, do you intend to touch yourself? 

“What! No, I-” You stuttered, embarrassed he would state things so plainly. Not that it was all too surprising based on what you knew of his character. 

“Do not lie to me. I am your husband, and you needn’t be coy with such matters.” He said sternly. Your eyes snapped to meet his gaze, knowing well that if you didn’t meet his eye, he would simply make you. 

“Yes.” You admitted, shoulders slumping with embarrassment but doing your best not to break eye contact. “I felt it would be rather inconsiderate to do so next to you while you slept.” That and you usually kept the light on to read whatever smut novel you liked from your collection. It was quite a challenge balancing a book, flipping pages while stimulating yourself, but you’d gotten the science down to an art. Capitano’s expression relaxes, and you feel a bit of hope that he’ll grant you what you desire. 

“Thank you for your consideration, wife.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back after-” You eagerly assure him, a light smile settling on your lips, but your excitement is interrupted, by your husband's thunderous voice. 

“You get ahead of yourself, wife.” He raises an eyebrow. “I will not permit you to sleep in the other chambers tonight.”

“Oh…alright.” You sigh. Perhaps he would at least allow you to bathe alone…balancing a book in the tub was tricky, but you’d managed before.

“But do not fret. You are permitted to masturbate in our shared quarters.” You cringe at his phrasing but continue on in desperate need of a bit of clarification on the logistics of exactly how you’ll get off…privately, of course. 

“…and where will you be, my lord?” You question.

“I shall be watching.” Capitano attempts to hide his grin as you gasp at his declaration, and the color drains from your face. 

“Oh no, that’s quite alright.” Touching your tender parts in front of your husband was out of the question. Besides a few kisses and bathing with each on the rare occasion he was home, you and Capitano were nowhere close to consummating your marriage as far as you were concerned, but even so, this ask to touch yourself, to bring yourself to completion in front of his steely eyes, felt like an even more intimate prospect than sex.

Capitano catches your flustered expression, eyes darting back and forth as his piercing stare silently demands your attention.

“While I am home, you will take your pleasure with me or not at all.” His countenance is stern. You instantly understand this is an important rule to follow if you want to stay in your husband's good graces. And to a certain point, you understand his perspective. He is seldom home, and to pleasure yourself without him would be cruel, but you had not yet broached actual intimacy…how would you manage such a task!?

“I promise it’s not an event that would be worth watching.” You try to insist. Eyes quietly pleading with him to just allow you to have your privacy. 

“I shall see for myself.” Capitano peered over your shoulder. “Are those your materials?’” He gestured to the book you had held behind you back. 

Your face threatened to burst into flames, but any further protest would likely only upset your husband, with your glance askance you quietly muttered “yes.”

“I can read it for you, so you may use both hands.”

“No, it’s ok!” You urge politely.

“Then you will read it aloud so I may hear what arouses you.” He suggests instead. 

Fuck. This was certainly not the anticipated or desired turn of events. 

The short novella you’d selected was an absolutely debauched tale about a menage-á-trois, where a married couple corrupts a young, innocent maiden who stays weekend at their country estate in Fontaine. Capitano would certainly think that you were a horribly lewd young woman if he heard this. 

“I’ll pick another selection-“ Capitano interrupts you by abruptly rising from his seat. 

“No, we’ve already wasted enough time on this matter tonight.” With that, Capitano grabbed your arm, his burly hand gently tugging you out of his office and up to your bedroom. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was rather eager to watch your toy with yourself—something you’d never done for an audience. 

Should you try to make it good for him? Being deliberately sexy was not something you were familiar with, any perceived sexiness in your past intimate encounters was just consequence of your desperate arousal. 

Ugh…you were regretting not just trying to figure out a workaround in the bath. Maybe if you’d perched your book on the end of the tub between the faucet and spout, you flip the pages with your toes? And just drape one foot over the side so your toes wouldn’t wet the pages? 

But then again, you’d ruled out that idea because Capitano’s tub was made for a man of his size and stature, the end of the tub was nearly a mile from the back rest-

“Wife. Make yourself comfortable.” Your husband drops your hand as he finished guiding you to your shared chambers. The opulent room is on the top floor of his manor, and while the wooden finishes are beautifully dark and glossed and the windows suitably grand and imposing, the furnishing in the room remained rather spare. 

Thanks to you there was now a plush rug, set of twin wardrobes and a perfectly situated  chaise, oriented to look across the dark forest to the nearby bay. Before the bedroom consisted of  just a bed, a rather cruel looking bearskin rug and one side table with every drawer neatly packed with a variety of state documents. But even with your additions in the dim candle light the room felt cavernous. It would take quite a bit more furniture to make things feel homey in your opinion. 

You glanced at Capitano as he pulled his night clothes from his armoire, without missing a beat you moved to do the same, but you struggled with the the back of your corset. Normally a lady would help you undress for bed but Capitano had seemingly been so impatient for this evenings decided course of events that you were now stuck fumbling with the laces on your back. 

You let out of slight groan as your nail bent crudely as you picked at ribbons, but before you could even register his advance Capitano was at your back. His hands surprisingly deft and focused as he worked you out of the piece of supportive clothing.  

“Thank you. “ You spoke softly but gasped in shock when your husband immediately went to pull you out of your dress and underdress, pulling both layers in one go, leaving you only in your stockings and garters. 

You were too shocked to utter any rebuttal, and it seemed that Capitano interpreted this as consent to strip you entirely.

You felt his course hands glide down your thigh to begin undoing your garter and pulling the stockings down your legs, but his thumb grazed too close to your bare cunt, and you leapt away from the contact. Entirely unprepared for the feeling of his coarse hand against your silky flesh. 

“It’s ok husband I’ll do this part, thank you for your assistance.” With no more than a grunt of  approval Capitano retreated to the bed as you undid your stockings and put them away. You cast a glance over your shoulder only to see your husband reclined on his side of the bed and quickly scanning a fresh stack of documents as he waited for you. Turning back to your wardrobe, you reach for a nightgown, but you are interrupted by your husband’s booming voice.

“You won’t need that until later now come.” He patted your side of the bed.

You hesitated at his command, a bit petrified at the prospect of laying next to Capitano naked, especially when he had the privilege of being clad in silk pants and a matching buttoned top which laid open against the firm planes of his chest and torso, dimly illuminated by lamp light. 

“Okay.” You muttered softly, resigning your yourself to the surprising turn of tonight's events. 

As you climbed into bed, Capitano handed you your book. He must have grabbed it while you were busy undressing. It was already open to the flap with the plot summary. Ugh, archons save you.  You gingerly took the book from him and placed it on you pillow. The poor novella was so accustomed to being used for this nightly ritual that its spine gave absolutely no resistance and fell prone, pages splayed against downy sheets. 

Your nerves were through the roof, so to calm yourself, you decided it would be best just to pretend your husband wasn’t there and that you were alone in your old dark bedroom in the attic, reading by candlelight. 

Your favorite position was a bit unconventional. Turning over in the bed, you got on all fours before sinking to your forearms and leaning back on your heels. Capitano let out a light groan as he watched you prostrate yourself, his hand slowly stroking against his thigh.

“Begin.” He encourages gruffly. 

Like you’ve done hundreds of times in your dark bedroom, you slide your hand under your body and touch your pussy lightly, letting your fingers slide through your folds to gather slickness. To your absolute surprise. You're completely soaked. Usually, you need to read a bit of the story and thumb yourself over your panties before your fingers are damp enough to glide through your plump lips, but tonight, even the creases of your thighs are slick with the evidence of your arousal. 

With a shaky breath, you begin. You skip to the best bits of the story, hoping you can get yourself to come quickly. 

You finger yourself through the plot, reading aloud all the while. Describing in vivid detail, Monsieur Guillaume Berteau secretly fingers the protagonist, Vivienne, in the bathroom. At the same time, his wife entertains the rest of their party guests, then steals her sopping panties, forcing her to parade around sans culotte for the remainder of the evening. 

But you get really close when, later, the couple seduces Vivienne into the swimming pool, and she shares a kiss with both husband and wife as she relishes being the center of their attention. Then Carmen guides Vivienne to spread her legs and welcome her husband's cock with all the enthusiasm of a baker gleefully spooning a first bite of something sweet into a child’s mouth.

You spare a glance at your husband. Capitano has pushed down his pants, leaving his groin exposed as he strokes himself to your words. Something about his arousal spurs you on, making you feel even hotter, even closer to reaching your peak. The headiness of your husband stimulating himself only inches away while you did the same felt empowering. 

Your cunt aches deliciously as your stroke between your folds even faster. Your awareness of Capitano’s arousal is riling you even more than the contents of the story at this point. You turn to look at your husband, and with just a  few more tight circles on your clit, you feel your whole pussy begin to spasm. You accidentally push the novella onto the floor. It's work done as your hole clenches around nothing as you start to cum, your fingers pressing firmly against your nub, working you through what is likely your strongest orgasm in recent memory. 

Capitano catches your eyes as his hand slides fluidly over his shaft while his thumb occasionally teases the head. His cheeks are flushed with pleasure, but his eyes are so frighteningly intense that your natural instinct is to turn away from his predatory gaze. Faintly, you hear him scoff, but your mind and body are too far gone to register what that could even mean. 

You shudder as you come, hips dropping, twitching, and grinding against the quilt of your bed to elongate your pleasure. With a few heaving breaths, you struggle to collect yourself. Eventually, you turn back to face Capitano, only to find him scowling. 

And still hard. 

“Turn over.” He instructs, not quite waiting for you to move of your own accord and flipping your hips. 

You spook slightly as he positions you on your back and spreads your legs. 

Is he going to fuck you!? The thought doesn’t scare you as much as it should, but this definitely wouldn’t be an ideal scenario for you to finally make love to your husband. 

By way of protest, you offer, “Should I get the bo-”

“No.” He cuts you off immediately. 

Capitano hooks your legs over him as he kneels in front of you, his thick thighs keeping your legs parted. 

You tense as he takes his member in hand and begins to stroke himself again. His eyes first trained on your cunt. He groans at the sight, and his other hand steadies itself on your thigh. 

“May I touch you?” He asks, only slightly breathless. 

Silently, you nod, and Capitano takes the invitation to slide his hand higher. He pushes aside the curtains of your hair that have fallen over your breast and takes a soft mound in hand, grasping it with surprising tenderness and swiping his thumb firmly over your stiff nipple. You whimper at his ministrations, and his eyes snap your face. His hand quickly follows his stare as he brings his rough palm to your cheek, not waiting for permission, and presses his thumb between your plush lips. Capitano licks part his lips to offer a command, but you’re already sucking on his thick digit before he can instruct you. 

Your husband hisses and tosses his head back. You take the cue glance down to his member just in time to see the firm planes of his abdomen contract, and with a few more tugs of shaft thick white seed starts to spurt out. Then it is your turn to cry out at the contact of the hot liquid splashing onto your clit and dribbling down between your swollen folds. 

Capitano’s eyes return to your body, his steely orbs now pinned to where his spend clings to your cunt lips. Your frame is tense, but with a few strokes of his strong palm against your side, you begin to relax. 

“Good girl.” he praises as he begins to lower himself over your body. You reach a hand between the two of you and gather some of the semen coating your pussy on your fingers. 

Without thinking, you bring a hand to your mouth and tentatively suck his seed from your digits, tasting the viscous fluid like an adolescent sipping wine for the first time, which was essentially what you were. You didn't hate it as you thought you would, your eyebrows raise as if to say 'not bad.'

“Who taught you such a whorish trick?” He growls, grabbing your wrist. A slight look of awe mixed with a flare of righteous anger.

“I um, just wanted to taste you. I was curious.” You mumble shyly. Honestly. This was the most intimate contact you've had with a man and every physical sensation became new grounds for exploration.  

Capitano glares at you skeptically for a moment before pulling you up into a kiss, far deeper than any you’d shared up to that point. His tongue seeks yours eagerly, his lips surprisingly plush against yours. When you part, he gingerly lays you down and settles atop you, pressing you into the mattress. He lets out an aching sigh into the crux of your shoulder. 

“Beautiful.” He decides.

And your heart races.

[vero-lynn]

Hey y'all... AGGRESSIVELY POINTS TO A CHAIR. Sit. Down.

Today I'm talking about why I think it's HEAVILY IMPLIED and canon that Brian was KILLED and was able to leave the ark. KILLED. AS IN, HE DIED.

THERE WILL BE COMIC (issue 3.5) SPOILERS, SO PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Okay, so I saw that a few people weren't into the whole "Brian died and crawled his way back from the ark" thing, and I get it, it's fine, but I'll still talk about it because I can.

So, Issue 3.5 - we see that Brian's face LITERALLY GLOWS.

And it happens more than once in the comic too. He's CORRUPTED. HIS FACE IS CORRUPTED.

But Vero! It can be a stylistic choice! This doesn't mean - WRONG!!!

His face GLOWS in the series as well. You can call it a camera glitch, but we never saw it do THIS. And if it was only the camera, TIM WOULD HAVE SEEN HIS FACE RIGHT HERE. BUT HE DIDN'T. The mask is off, and this is what's UNDER IT.

The missing eye.

This is literally showing us that he DIED from a wound to his eye. We know that there's a bullet casing in his house but no bullet. He was SHOT THROUGH HIS EYE AND DIED.

But Vero! It can just be from losing himself to the ark! Maybe he simply lost it while clawing himself out!

Um, NO??? Do you guys see the smoke, markings and a glitch? Let's compare it to the other two dead characters in the ark, shall we?

Alex and Jay.

Do you guys see the black smoke? The smoke from the wounds that caused their deaths? Exactly. EXAAAAACTLY. Your death wound HAS A SMOKE COMING OUT OF IT.

But Vero, Alex's eyes are also all black later on!

Well yes, but there's a problem.

HIS EYES AREN'T SMOKING. HE HAS THEM BEFORE HE GETS GLITCHED. Brian's eye is PERMANENTLY MISSING.

Alex himself was probably in the ark many times, he lost himself more and more and more but he didn't DIE beforehand.

His face is glitched yes, but again, that only means he's a shell. He has nothing left of himself - he can't form words, he can only screech - WHICH BY THE WAY!!! BRIAN UNDERSTANDS. HE UNDERSTANDS HIS SCREECHING. THEY'RE PRETTY MUCH THE SAME CORRUPTION.

It's said that Brian escaped the ark AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE -

The only reason he's not able to do it again is because he has nothing left to give. He would have found a way again, but there just .. nothing left. He knows where he is, he knows what to do, he knows where to go. He's FAMILIAR with the place. He KNOWS a way out.

Now, WHY do I think Brian dying before his final death is important - IT ADDS TO HIS CHARACTER. His determination. His devotion to help Jay and Tim and also to kill Alex. Him sacrificing himself and his humanity (not being able to talk, not being able to communicate properly but only in codes and riddles) but STILL not being able to kill Alex - not doing that SINGULAR ACT of ending someone's life no matter how much he's suffered because of that person, no matter how much he's lost. THAT'S IMPORTANT TO ME. It says so much about how genuine and kind Brian was, he never had any bad intentions and he never wanted anyone to get hurt.

He's the OPPOSITE OF ALEX. They're two sides of the same coin.

Him dying by his hand once before, hunting him down, watching him kill and hurt people, but still not being able to kill him is so important to me, okay? Him clinging to his LAST PIECE OF HIS HUMANITY.

Okay, I'm done. Please agree with me.

[suiana]

i was playing this Roblox game and saw this funny thing so imagine a yandere! giant who just thinks humans are so cute!

you're a human and live in a world where humans co-exist with other species. merfolk, vampires, giants... you name it, you have it. in any case, humans are considered cute to other creatures because of how... fragile they are.

i mean, you can't really argue with that. humans really are much more fragile as compared to other species. soft flesh, shorter lifespans...

so when your giant friend confesses that he is in love with you, you visibly take a step back and say:

"um, you should find another giant to be with."

it's not like you were being mean or anything either. you knew that while most creatures found humans to be cute, not many of them would want to be with a human. you've been asked out as a prank by too many other species (especially faes). if he got with you... the both of you would be scorn by others. you're just doing him a favour and telling him to find someone else.

physically, he was also two to three times your size! it would've never worked out anyway. and you don't even like him like that! there was no reason for you to accept his confession.

he doesn't seem to understand your rejection though.

"aw, humans are so cute! don't worry, i'll take care of you!"

"no, what? i don't-"

"haha! come here darling!"

...you blocked him and ran away.

what? it was a normal reaction! anyone would react like that if they got chased by a big, tall, beefy man! thankfully, you managed to hide away from him for a good bit. that is, until today.

you were out getting your groceries until you saw this... this huge ass giant that looked like he was starved for days.

him. he found you.

you immediately tried running back into your house, but it was too late. the second he saw you, he sprinted in your direction and tried to get to you by poking several holes with his arm into your house. it would've have been pretty comical to watch if YOU WEREN'T THE ONE INSIDE THE HOUSE.

you know how hamsters always stare in fear whenever their human tried to pick them out of their cage all while cooing and smiling at them? yeah, that was you. except you weren't a hamster. and the smile on your giant's face was absolutely horrifying.

yes, there was a smile on his face. but the delirious expression and flushed cheeks made him look like someone who escaped from the mental hospital.

"darling! ah, why'd you run away? i searched everywhere for you... to think you'd be living in such a small house... do you like dollhouses?"

no. he was just comically large and you weren't.

"please- ugh."

you stare at him as he pulls his arms out of your broken windows, heart calming down slightly. ah, at least he was- wait, wait, wait! your mouth drops in a mixture of fear? shock? as he removes the roof of your house with one hand and grabs you with the other.

"much better. let's go back home now, shall we?"

he smiles at you, patting your head before throwing your detached roof onto your... house that looks like it got ran through.

damn it... you couldn't even stay scared...

your house that you bought with your own money got absolutely massacred! this is a crime! a tragedy!

he'll pay for his actions... you'll make sure of it...

"aw, darling! you look like a cute hamster now! you're rubbing your hands together like you're plotting something evil haha!"

damn him!

[jjsloverre]

after school -j.m

pairing: nerd!jj x popular!reader

in which… nerd!jj finally gets the courage to ask out popular!reader after she was forced to be his study buddy.

includes… cursing, a TINY bit of smut, handjob, fluff, overall cuteness 🤭

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it wasn’t shocking that jj looked at you everywhere you went. people would consider the nerd boy obsessed with you, the most popular girl in school. you never noticed him until your history class.

your teacher, mr. davis forced you to have a tutor because you were failing tremendously. and of course, jj already found a way to be your tutor. “you need to pass with a ‘c’ or higher or you are failing my class do you understand y/n?”

“fuck me…” you mumbled to yourself as mr. davis showed you your tutor. “who is this?” you asked. “don’t be rude y/n. this is jj maybank and he’ll be your tutor for the next two weeks.” you roll your eyes and reluctantly sat beside him. “i’m not studying at this stupid ass school, we can go to my house after school, don’t get any ideas.” you told jj straight up.

“l-like in your bedroom…?” he stuttered. you laughed at his nervousness. “no, i have a library in there to find all those shitty books about history or whatever.” he nodded. “so um.. im jj.” you rolled your eyes. “yeah i get that now.”

time skip…

jj showed up at your house as promised. you led him to your personal library. you both sat down as he tried to teach you whatever he was talking about. your eyes were wandering until you saw a large bulge poking out his pants. you immediately stopped him from talking more.

“yeah yeah no more of that.” jj looked confused. “did i say something wrong?” you shook your head no, and look down at his pants for him to also realize. once he does his cheeks deepened to a bright red. “s-sorry— i’ll take care of it—” you cut him off quickly. “or let me?”

jj didn’t realize it was even possible for him to grow harder in his jeans just from the words coming out of your mouth. “i never realized how good looking you are until i finally looked closely at you.” you kissed his neck and he moaned heavenly. “i-i’ve never done this before…” you lean up to kiss him. “yeah, i can tell.”

you palmed his hardening cock more and more until he started to jerk, a damp spot coming in his jeans. “jj did you cum already?” you ask. he shook his head no. “no- no i didn’t, it just feels s’good…” he gives you heavenly kisses to your forehead, to calm himself down. “here, let’s take care of it, shall we?”

he quickly nodded. “yes ma’am..” you took his dick out, it was big— bigger than you imagined with a little curve. your mouth watered at the sight. “i-is there something wrong?” he asked, his head resting on yours. “no, not at all.” you reassure him. “okay..” with that, you stroked him, slowly to tease. his tip leaking with precum. he looked so beautiful, you kiss his cheek and move your hands faster and faster.

“t-too much…” jj whined. “no, you got it jj, cmon you can take it.” you encouraged. he pulled you in for a hungry kiss, you gladly kissed him back. to you, he tasted like heaven. he moaned into the kiss, his balls drawing up tight. “i think i’m cumming! shit i’m cumming!” he screamed. you held your tongue out as spurts of cum erupted from his dick. he thrust into your hand until he was empty. you caught as much of his delicious release as you could.

“that- thats so hot..” he said, catching his breath. “you’re really cute jj.” you told him. he blushed and kissed your cheek. “do you… maybe want to go on a date? or you know? anything like that?” you cupped his cheek, kissing him between your words. “i would love to. now that all that is over, wanna continue studying?”

he nods, and hugs you. “i do a little, i’m happy you said yes.” you smile up at him, kissing him again. “i’m glad you asked me out jj.”

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a/n: i enjoyed writing this, should i do more parts of their date and potentially their first time?

taglist: @sturniologirlzz @sturns-mermaid @ethanthequeefqueen @aaliyahsturniolo @sophand4n4

[sibsteria]

pls for the love of god write more spencer. ur writing is everything

The difference between love and pretending…

Spencer Agnew x fem!Reader

a/n ask and ye shall receive

Masterlist

Warnings/Content: This be a short one, little bit of angst, pining, kissing, cheating, alcohol

Summary: He dated your friend, granted she treated him like dirt and you, doesn’t that break some kind of girl code? But he stood there, oh so beautiful and you just…

New! Spencer Agnew Prompt Series!

Prompt: “I can’t stop thinking about the last time we kissed.” “You say you don’t love me but you kissed me back like you did.”

Flashback

The living room was heavy with the heartbreak of your best friend and colleague, for that matter. A stupid romcom blaring colour from the tv that he swore he didn’t like in the dim light room, wine drunk to high heaven, scattered takeaway containers around the table and a big big box of chocolate.

Having just broken up with your friend, catching her kissing one of her guy friends when she thought she was alone, you were here to help him feel better. You didn’t know if it was working, but you hope it was, you hated seeing him like this- not because you had a crush or anything. You set them up together so really it’s your own fault, your own fault that you had to watch the two people you love in this world kiss over and over, your own fault he sat here upset.

The tension grew awkward after he spoke, “I should have dated you instead.” He laughed, but in a sort of self deprecation way. And the alcohol that cling to your brain made the case even worse as you blurted out- “Maybe…” Your eyes met his, you know it was wrong- he was going through heartbreak and he had belonged to your friend not six hours ago and…

He leaned down, unsure of what he was actually doing right now, and sure enough your lips met. It turned sloppy and messy, your lipstick smearing over his face as you gripped each others clothing.

What were you doing?

You felt embarrassed at yourself, he was hurting and you just let him kiss you like that, how selfish can you be?

Soon after you had pulled away, you made an excuse and left, you can’t do this to him or to yourself. You didn’t want to stay and become a rebound girl for the man you were pretty sure you loved.

You didn’t talk about it after that night, the rooms went silent and stuffy when it was just the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say.

Both of you tried to build your friendship back up, eventually getting to a point where you could exchange niceties when working, but in the back of your head you were sort of regretting what happened.

Until….

“Can I talk to you for a second…alone?” You paused as you packed up to leave, it was getting late and you didn’t want to bother the clean up crew.

“Um, yeah, sure- is everything okay?” You ask, your eyes darted anywhere but his face.

“No.” He put it plain and simple, it had been at least four months since that night, was he still angry at you?

“Oh…” Was all you could say, waving goodbye to your desk buddies before it left just the two of you.

“I can’t stop thinking about the last time we kissed.” He huffed out, swiping some hair out of his eyes.

“Ah…what do you mean?” You knew this was coming eventually, it was stupid to think it wouldn’t.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, about you…” You blink at his words, about you?

“About me?” Your breathing became a little heavier as the office was silent and still.

“About how much I want to kiss you again…” You gasped quietly, was he on drugs?

“Spencer…”

“I get it, if you don’t feel the same way but…I kind of know you do…” He trails off, looking a little awkward.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You panicked a little, how did he know about your feelings? Was this a trick? You betted on Ian spilling the beans, of course he did!

“I feel like I used you that night, the night we kissed because…I knew you had feelings for me and I just…wanted to feel like someone loved me.” He’s upset at his own words, at himself for taking advantage of you and your feelings for him. You had gotten it all wrong, he wasn’t angry at you. You stayed calm even thought you felt utterly embarrassed that he had known about your feelings for so long.

“I…thought I was using you…because of how I felt and I thought I was being selfish letting you kiss me when I knew you loved her.” Her being your friend, of course.

“Let me kiss you again…” He stepped towards you, a fire in his eyes.

“What? Why?” You don’t want your feelings played around like that.

“Because…I, I like you back.” He softens at you, “Since that night, since the kiss, it’s like you messed with me…and I can’t stop thinking about you.” This can’t be true, it was just convenience.

“Spencer, no, you don’t. It’s just-“

“Yes…I do, I know the difference between love and pretending.” He was a smart man, of course he knew, not that you fully believed it.

“Okay, well…” You couldn’t do this to your friend, could you? You had only just patched things up after being angry at her for so long for breaking his heart, how would it look now if you just swooped him up? “I can’t…because she-“

“Forget about her, I stopped thinking about her the moment our lips touched and it’s not like she doesn’t deserve this…you shouldn’t care about her feelings more than your own.” Why was he so right?

“How are you so sure I love you, still? I don’t.” You had it coming as soon as you said that, your voice wavering because of the dishonesty in it. You couldn’t do this to her-

He scoffed, putting his hands up and cupping your jaw before pulling you into the most phenomenal kiss of your life, it happened quickly and you followed suit- kissing him back with the same passion.

His hands tangled in your hair as you came up to steady yourself on his chest, it went on for a while before he pulled away- a sick grin on his features.

“You say you don’t love me but you kissed me back like you did.” His eyes are shining as you can’t find anything to deny.

“I…” You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, you didn’t know what to say.

“One date? If we aren’t a match then that’s the end…but I don’t see that happening, I really, really want this to work with you. Don’t think about what she might think or say. We were friends for much longer and…you don’t need someone like her in your life” She did treat you terribly, you were always so kind to people and they took it for granted more often than not.

“You know, you are really stubborn.” You suppressed a smile, looking at him with a glint of joy in your eyes.

“Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 6? They do discounts on the bowling place down the street after 8, we could get some dinner…or something like that?” That sounded amazing, a chill first date.

“Perfect.” You bite your bottom lip, smiling.

“You won’t regret it.” He leans in to kiss your cheek.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[harunayuuka2060]

Jamil: I know you're quite busy, and I deeply apologize for bothering you like this.

Yuurin: Don't worry about it, senpai. I have some free time to spare.

Jamil: Thank you. Well, shall we start cooking?

Yuurin: *nods*

Jamil: *surprised to see that Yuurin is proficient in cooking*

Jamil: ...

Jamil: Yuurin, didn't you come from a rich family?

Yuurin: Yes.

Jamil: How come you're good at cooking?

Yuurin: My servants taught me.

Jamil: Oh?

Yuurin: "A man's culinary prowess is a recipe for winning over the ladies." They said a man like that is the sexiest.

Jamil: ...

Jamil: Your servants are something.

Yuurin: Yes.

Jamil: Kalim, the food is ready.

Kalim: Yay! Thanks, Jamil- *noticed Yuurin* Oh! Hello! I've never seen you before. What's your name?

Yuurin: My name is Yuurin. It's a pleasure to meet you, housewarden of Scarabia.

Kalim: Hahaha! Why so formal? Just call me Kalim.

Jamil: Yuurin helped me in food preparation.

Kalim: Is that so? *beams* Yuurin! We're going to have a party this afternoon! You should join us!

Yuurin: I'm sorry, but I will have to decline. I've been invited to visit the Pop Music Club this afternoon.

Kalim: Pop Music Club? Oh! You must be the student Lilia is trying to recruit!

Jamil: Kalim is a member of the Pop Music Club.

Yuurin: Oh. I see.

Kalim: I'll inform the others that you will be arriving a bit late!

Jamil: *whispers to Yuurin* It's always difficult to decline invitations from him.

Yuurin: Oh.

Cater: Hi, Yuurin-chan~!

Lilia: Fufu~ You're with Kalim?

Kalim: Yes! I invited him to our party in Scarabia, so that's why we're a bit late!

Cater: That's alright, Kalim-kun. *winks*

Lilia: I think we should start.

Cater: No need to be pressured, Yuurin-chan. We won't ask you to be a member.

Lilia: Yes. We're just here to have fun.

Yuurin: Okay.

Kalim, Cater, and Lilia: ...

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What is it?

Cater: Yuurin-chan! You're good! Hehe! Can you sing one more time, please? I'll record it.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't want to.

Cater: Aww... But why?

Yuurin: *who's been pestered by talent agencies before* I just don't want to.

Cater: Okay... If that's what you want...

*In the Savanaclaw dorm*

Yuurin: ...

The Savanaclaw students: ...

*They are watching Yuurin's singing performances when she was little.*

Leona, Ruggie, and Jack: ...

Leona: *tries to play it cool* Oh. You're back? How's Pop Music Club?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: It was fine.

Leona: I see.

Yuurin: Leona-senpai, where did you get those videos?

Leona: ...

Leona: Aki.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *turns around and walks away; pulls out her phone and seems to make a call*

Leona and the others: ...

Jack: I think we're safe.

Ruggie: Yeah. But looks like Aki will get scolded.

Leona: It's on him. I told him not to give us any.

Ruggie: Um, that's not what you told him.

Leona: Shh. She'll hear you.

Yuurin: Aki.

Akihiko: *chuckles*

[crsssie]

foresight, for life

word count: 6.5k || banner art by chicll on bluesky (her prometheus art >>)

warnings: nsfw, smut (but like, one scene)

summary: the future means nothing to the titan of foresight

The future means little to nothing to the god of foresight.

Everything is known, including the nymph who has stumbled upon the gates of Olympus, eyes locked on his as he stares down.

"Nymph."

"...oh gods..." You mumble. "This was not what I saw."

He raises a hand as Aetos flies towards you, ready to end you once and for all, but you dodge, crying as you do.

"Oceanid! Not a god!"

He stares down at you as he holds a hand out back for Aetos, staring down at you as you stand there. Small. You're much smaller than he is, that's a given considering he's a titan, and when he stares at you, there are hundreds of futures that could spawn. However, the most obvious of which is the one in which you die to Aetos. You are in no shape to be dodging a second attack from an animal so fast, and he ponders if it would bring any entertainment if you were to simply pass. It would be a waste, considering that one vision goes as far as picking you up on a chariot. How strange.

"I am not... a god." You mumble. "I have been told... or seen that you simply harbor ill intent to gods and not the others."

He lets you breathe, letting Aetos soar up to scout the area, and you fiddle with your fingers behind your back, watching as the titan stares at you.

"You are lost."

"Most certainly so."

"You knew how to get here."

"Apparently."

Scary. The hand burnt from the fire for humans and the red eyes of a titan are daunting, and you are in no position to be able to beg for mercy. You are not the human he cherishes, and you are not a god that could hold their ground. The wound on his stomach is wrapped in bandage and red with tears, and for a moment you wonder if you could be able to heal him with the final bit of spring water you've managed to haul with you despite your limited foresight dragging you all the way up Olympus. It seemed to be useless against the titan himself, though. Always intriguing to see how it all seems to freeze at the sight of the man himself.

"You are a nymph."

"Minor goddess of foresight, but it matters not since I am not worshipped and neither am I treated as one." You blink. "My foresight is nothing compared to yours, Lord Prometheus."

"Then why lie upon meeting me?"

"You know, lord."

"I wish to hear it from your mouth. I know of what you could say, not what you will."

"I did not wish to die. The eagle scares me. I am in no condition to be fighting. I am on the final bits of spring water."

"You may heal me. Or, try. There are plenty chances that you would fail."

"I am aware." You pause. It isn't surprising he knew that you had entertained the thought. "But my foresight is useless when it comes to you, lord."

"Make haste."

"You trust that I will not harm you?"

"In the few in which you do, you fail."

"Ah." You fumble with the sac, and you blink up at him. "It would be best to, um, sit or lay down, my lord."

He sits as you instruct, and you whisper a quiet affirmation as you reach to unwrap the bandage, hands gentle on his skin as you let the water pour into the wound and watch as it reforms. There is a quick glow of blue and then his skin is fixed, and you stare at the scar that is leftover, but not the wound that is long gone. You close the rest of the water and reach for the bandages once more, wrapping them carefully as Prometheus stares. Delicate fingers on his stomach as you're practically shaking.

You do not wound him in any possible future.

"Is there anything beyond the gate?"

"There is not. It is simply the void for the time being." He stares. "The princess is fighting below."

"Shall she win?"

"The future lays yes."

"I see." You mumble.

You take two steps back as the Titan gets back up, staring down at you as he blinks.

"Speak. Of your reward you wish to hold."

"I have none. You must know so, my lord."

"You scale the mountain of the gods for no reason?"

"I had simply the foresight that I must be here. Seeing as I have healed you, I believe once I return back down, I will know what is next."

He stares at you as something shifts in the air, Aetos back as it tells Prometheus of what has happened, and you stare at the eagle.

"How incredible." You mumble.

"The gods were not expecting that I would befriend it."

"Yes, but it is pretty." You whisper. "The gold of the stars."

The eagle rattles its feathers as you hum.

"Well, I shall be off—"

"There is no future in which you survive the descent." Prometheus stares at you, and you blink back at him.

The titan is lying to you. That much you know simply because in a glimpse as you had seen while you were making your way up, you had spotted the very edge of Greece and the ocean where your sisters rested when you head down, but you do not pry. You are certain that he knows you know. You wonder what has caused an interest in you from the Titan, but you wonder if you are too terrified to find out. In the future you had seen, you survived, but you had also returned up the mountain with a new flask of spring water. You wonder if you only survive if you return.

"And if I return?"

"Then you survive in most cases."

"I see." You pause.

You spot a short-haired goddess with a transparent forearm, and you pass her briefly as you rush onto the eagle, and she approaches you after defeating him to ask if you are being held hostage.

"I shall... return." You mumble. "I assure you, Lord Prometheus. I am not running away. The future in which I see requires me to return in order to progress. I am, unfortunately, important as of right now."

"Make haste."

"Understood."

The futures in which you had fought back disappear from the possibilities, and he watches the princess fight. Up, die, down, live.

Up.

Down.

Death.

Return.

He knows where she resides, and perhaps it is an act of mercy or the sheer fact that in every future possible he does not touch upon the crossroads. Where the missing children of Nyx reside. The fates are in the hands of Chronos and so he, yet it seems that both he and the other daughter acknowledge that there will be change as long as the princess prevails. Change that could not be seen with the prince.

Change that can be seen with the addition of you.

You had been visible in only one possible future — the one in which you had managed to make it up the mountain prior to the princess, and somehow it had occurred. It knocked out plenty of futures with such a simple change. It was so simple, yet he would not have been able to do it. Everything moves with precision, and when you make it back up, dangled by the claws of Aetos and dropped unceremoniously into Prometheus' arms, a squeak past your lips as you scrambled out of his arms out of a fear.

You fear that he will be angered.

He lets you misunderstand. There is only one future for you.

There are multiple for him.

It is a constant shattering of the self. Prometheus understands it. It has seeped far into his bones and become a part of him. He is no longer bothered by it. He has learned to coexist with the world and its possibilities. Yet, yet it is refreshing to see a linear foresight in the form of you. A nymph who was worshipped as a god, who received snippets of the future in the form of strange flashes according to his foresight. A nymph who carried her spring water around and heals titans who were violently opposed to the gods. There is no good nor bad to you — only a future in which you can see. You continue linearly to the future that you are certain of.

He is above you to some extent, he thinks.

It's why you hide above the pillars of the chamber, peering down at the princess fight Prometheus, her moves readable to you, and you well aware of when he would win and when he would lose. It's why you let water dribble out of your flask into your palm before she arrives at certain times, fingers gentle on his skin as he stares down at you.

But he prefers the silence of not needing to fight anyone and sitting with you on the pillar to watch over the destruction of Olympus to everything else. In the quiet moments where you do not have foresight, and he simply ignores everything that he knows. The knowledge of the universe is the burden that a titan must carry. It is a burden that even you carry, even if your options are limited. There is little to be picky about. It seems you understand that just as well as he does. It is intriguing that you only know the sure future.

Foresight of all, or foresight of one.

"My foresight is nowhere near as strong as yours." You scratch your cheek, water on your fingers as Prometheus leans back against a pillar, letting your fingers smooth over his wounds. Gods and titans seldom need healing, but it felt nice to feel the coolness of water on his skin that would not burn off immediately from the flame in his right. You are also gentle, skin less jagged and gentle against his, hands unscarred and clean of all traces of labor or hardship. He doubts it is because you lack it — he knows it is not because you lack it. It is simply because the water on your hands has made it so that no jagged skin on your body would go unforgiven.

But it is not that he is enamored with you. It is not that he finds you intriguing. It is not that there was a singular moment in the future where he pictured the two of you in a chariot. No. It was not all of that. It was the sheer simplicity that despite the possibility that you could have attacked or reported, you did not. Instead, you had used the last of your water, fingers smooth against his stomach as you had healed the hole in his abdomen — restoring his stomach. You are no god. You a a simple nymph with a strange ability to see snippets of your future. He wonders if you had seen the same chariot.

You do not show it — he knows it. You have not seen that future quiet yet.

In the case that Chronos were to win, then you would be a nice trophy of war.

Though, you might go with him willingly without breaking or coercion.

But, in the linear future you see, there is no victory for his side.

"The princess is too strong." You simplify it.

He knows. He knows that is the future you see. The future you see tends to run more finite than the infinte that he sees. There is a certain sense of truth or reality that only exists in your future. The one that you see. Prometheus does not understand why he seems so fixated on knowing how you know, but he doesn't speak. He mentions not even a word to the others. Chronos needs not to know that Prometheus is hiding a nymph at the tip of Olympus, or that the future is grim for the both of them.

No.

You will continue to tell him the outcomes of his battle, and he will continue to fall for the reality in your words. There will be a cycle that continues until the princess can figure something out, he supposes.

He catches your thoughts occasionally — in the strange futures where you give into impulse and touch his hair, or in the strange futures where you grab the hand with fire, but you never act upon anything. You stay distant so that he does not feel uncomfortable. Everything you do in the present is done out of a worry that he will see a future in which the majority of possibilities end with his hand around your throat and you pass. However, it comes as not much of a surprise that you do eventually succumb to such urges.

"May I touch your hair, Lord Prometheus?"

"Be gentle." He leans his head down to you, and you reach to pinch it between your fingers, lashes fluttering as you stare in awe. Almost as though you had never had to press your fingers through his hair to heal the wounds on his skull. Yet, he stares through your soul as you still, eyes continuing to stare as you try your best to ignore the way he's staring at your skin. You're good at ignoring things. In most of the universes where you survive, you ignore the implications of taking care of him, playing innocent whenever the princess comes. As though the pouch of liquid were for yourself and not the titan.

"In case the flames injure me." you tell the princess.

But the truth is, you do not care for too much. The same way that Prometheus is at the gates of Olympus because it greatly increases the chances of the princess' victory, you sit perched up top to heal him again and again because it greatly increases the chances that he will survive if it ever comes to it. In the singular future you see in spots, Prometheus has to survive. You make that much obvious in the way you tend to him while the princess runs again and again. There is no point in fighting her way to the top when she has discovered the way to seal time for good.

It gives you a little downtime with Prometheus.

"My lord. Did you join the fight for the sake of the humans?"

"There is no future in which the humans will be happy under the rule of the gods."

"But they do not survive if the titan takes over."

"So you are aware."

You sit cross-legged across from him, blinking at him slowly as you tilt your head.

"You are here for the princess, then."

"Was."

"And what now?"

He stares at you, glow of fire too much for you as you look away to Aetos.

"I ought to keep you as a war trophy."

"That would be amusing." You rummage through your pouch, huffing when there is none else but water. "Why me, my lord? Not the eagle?"

"Aetos has become a friend."

"And I have not?"

"Not yet."

"I see."

The princess stops by on occasion in between her fights with Time to talk to you after defeating Prometheus. You hand her materials that she might need for the way down, and she offers you a bottle of nectar that you take with a light laugh in your voice. She is sweet. You admit that much. Even in the flash of the future that you see briefly when your fingers brush hers as you talk, she is wonderfully charming all the same. So, you tell her that there is really no reason for her to be gifting you nectar like this.

"I aid the titan, princess."

"Not Time. The titan who has reason to be angered." She reasons, looking behind you as Prometheus manifests.

"I see." You blink. "Let me offer you something in exchange."

You hand her a flask of spring water, waving as she rushes off now that Prometheus had returned.

"You aid us both."

"Just as you do."

Your fingers smooth over his skin like a ritual, wounds cleared and skin restored, his eyes digging into the color of your cheeks, hand gentle as he reaches to hold it, earning him widened eyes from you. You could not turn down his advances even if you had begged him. There is too much of a difference in status, and you are no foolish nymph. You let him brush his thumb over your cheek, blinking at him gently as he stares. He could snap you if he really wanted to. There is the looming threat that he could wrap his hands around your neck, squeeze, and you would pop. Yet, you can not do anything if he bores of you.

You still do not understand why he had decided to keep you alive.

A gloved hand and fire.

His palm squeezes against your cheek, and you blink owlishly at the texture of the glove.

"You can not say no."

"I dare not to." You fiddle with your fingers, staring at him through your lashes as he hums. "Forget you nymphs can die."

"We are immortal, not indestructible." You close your eyes, leaning into his touch.

He stares and stares, eventually drawing his hand from your face, your eyes fluttering open as he hums.

"You died in one future."

"I did not die in mine."

How reassuring.

The next time the princess brings Prometheus to ruin, you ask her if she has pomegranates. She offers you one of power, and you turn it down. The fruit, not the pom, and she tells you no. You offer her a handful of seeds and request that she bring only one to you her next trip upwards. A full fruit, unbruised if possible. Not that it makes much of a difference. You simply craved the fruit since you were up here anyway. Too scared to leave the titan — you tell her.

When she leaves, Prometheus returns, and you are back to your ritual.

Cold hands, warm skin. You let him wrap his fingers around your wrist this time — you don't move as he does. You blink at him owlishly, his palm warm on your wrist, your skin heating up at his touch. It's a strange sense of domesticity — no. It's just simple warmth. It had been a while since there had been any warmth at all. The land had frozen over ever since the House of Hades fell to Time. The winter is cold. It is comforting to feel the warmth of fire again after such a climb. You only hope the princess will hand you a pomegranate her next time up.

Your wrist warms from his touch, and you watch as he squeezes, hold firm as you blink slowly at him.

"It does not wound you."

"No." You blink. "It surprises me."

He squeezes harder, and you blink. Stare. You articulate your fingers, blinking at him slowly as he loosens his hold, letting you slip your wrist from his grasp, hand stuck in his as he squeezes. He stares. He knows it all, and you only know one future. It matters not. You do not know your future of him or with him, but he knows. He knows the future with you. You have to learn to trust that he will not harm you. Learn to understand that it is fine if you do not know what comes next. He will, and somehow, he will guide you.

You do not have the foresight for the Titan of Foresight.

Yet, you catch snippets of a possible separate future when you ask for things. Futures where you did not ask. There is a sense of amusement from the titan somehow when you don't. He stares at you, eyes semi-hard but still peering, cock of a brow upwards as you blink owlishly at him.

"If I may."

"If you may what?"

You dig your nails into your palms before releasing, breathing as you ask.

It is always a yes. You've pressed your hands up his arms, given them a squeeze, and he has run his palm up your bicep and rested his forehead against yours. His hair that tickles your forehead, and your skin that is cool against his. You wonder if he understands that the intimacy sends jolts down your spine, your heart racing in your chest when he touches you. He might. He might do it to get a reaction out of you. You would not know if he does.

You stare into the red of his, blinking slowly as his thumb brushes over your pulse point, pressing down as your heart races in your ears.

"You are embarrassed."

"It goes without saying." You mumble, cheeks warm.

"The heart races."

"Yes."

"For what reason."

"You know, my lord."

"I must hear it from your lips."

Your voice loses itself in your throat, and he hums, lips in the ghost of a smile as you purse your own and close your eyes. Too much. Too honest. Your heart threatens to break out of your chest and end your immortality right there, and you blink slowly when you finally do open your eyes, the titan still staring.

You would not dare to confess that you like him. It would be inappropriate for a mere nymph to do so.

"Will you say it?"

"I can not, my lord."

"Then learn to accept it." He presses his palm to your cheek, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he leans in.

Aetos screeches above the two of you.

You bounce off immediately, back upon the pillar, heart racing as you hold it, hiding your face in your hands with a battering heart as you feel Prometheus' gaze linger on your hiding self. The red of his eyes dig into the flushing of yours, and you peek through your fingers when you hear the arrival of the princess, staring down. He would win this fight, unfortunately. She is wounded quite harshly from Strife, and it would be hard for her to survive without the revivals she leaned upon in order to defeat the titan.

Your words hold true, especially when you watch the princess cling onto her final moments, the bong of doom shaking over her head as she yells for a quick pause, holding out a pomegranate before she returns.

"For... the nymph."

Prometheus takes the pomegranate from her hand, and you hop down as you hold your hands out for the fruit.

"I refuse to participate." He stares.

"Alright."

You reach to peel the pomegranate, surprised when Prometheus does it instead, fingers digging into the fruit as he cracks it open for you, offering you the fruit as his hands stain red. You thank him, fingers brushing his as you take the fruit, red seeping onto your own to match his as you squeeze it for the juice, seed pressed to your nails as you stain. The red becomes so much more apparent with the nails and fingertips, humming to yourself quietly as you peel out the seeds, fingers gentle as you offer them to the titan. Instead, he slides them past your lips, staring as your lips part to take his offering, your fingers tugging at Prometheus' belt to have him bend down.

"I must heal you." You whisper.

"Offering me the spoils of effort." He mumbles. "How strange of you."

You blink, brushing his bottom lip with your thumb when he lowers, and you have him sit once more. Rest up. You tell him, water cold in your hands as he stares at the glow of blue. A strange dynamic the two of you have evolved into, he thinks. You're so breakable like this, nimble and pliant, skin softer under his palm as he grabs you. You're incredibly easy to break. But it's not that it matters. He can not break you. You do not need to be broke. You would listen to him if he asked out of fear. Fear or affection, he wonders.

What is the future that is visible in your eyes? You do not know your future with him.

He knows that you do not. Each step you take has a million other possibilities. You obey his word because of the hierarchy. He digs his fingers into your skin, skin soft and arm small. It matters not this or that. It matters only that it seems you only seem to care about him. You fear things that you do not speak upon, and you learn to accept his motions. His hands are gentle when he holds you, and he tells you when the princess or Aetos is to arrive to avoid scaring you. You're jumpy when he's affectionate with you.

Like a fawn caught in the wild.

In a way, you learn to accept his affection, still insisting on occasion that he would bore of you and that you should not reciprocate — you dare not to. Heavens knows how many lovers he has had or how the gods do not devote themselves to someone or something. You worry of trivial things. He does not see a future in which you will not be by his side. Regardless of what form of companionship you take, you are there in every future.

You are shyer with your affections, offering fruit to him when the princess defeats him and brings you items from her garden. You offer her seeds in return. requesting that she bring only one or two items from the seeds you've given her. You do not know how many times it has been since you've been handed grapes to enjoy. If she notices that you take care of the titan, she does not mention it. You would prefer that she just ask you upright, but you find it endearing that she lingers past the gate and peeks at the two of you as Prometheus sits down for you to fix him up.

She's quite cute — that goddess.

Prometheus whispers for you to rid of her, but you do not listen, hand smoothing up his abdomen and over the clots of gold that have formed. The intimacy tears at your skin, raking down your back in ripples as you whisper to end it all, begging him quietly to simply let the goddess pass. It would not hurt. Unless it would hurt his pride. She is visibly a sensible person. It would not hurt to let her go once or twice considering that Chronos could not know.

He tells you not to worry about it.

"When it all ends, I will return to my punishment."

"I expect it to be different this time." You whisper, fingers smoothing against his face as he sits you in his lap.

"My punishment? The chances are minuscule, nymph." He closes his eyes, melting into your touch as you hum.

"My foresight says change."

"Then your foresight we will depend on." He closes his eyes, letting your fingers scratch at his scalp, your skin cool against his as he rests his forehead on yours. "Do not break, dear nymph."

"I will not under your care, my lord." You mumble.

"Am I still all that is to you?"

You jump in your skin when the sound of the princess approaching breaks through the silence.

"You did not warn me." You frown.

"Prefer to see you squirm."

You stay seated on the top of the pillar as you blink slowly, hiding your face from the embarrassment, praying that it will pass.

When the princess wins, she leaves you with the message that Chronos is to fall soon after a while.

"I am in the process of sealing him away for good."

"I see." You whisper back as she hands you a handful of figs.

"More than one?"

"I believe you share these with the titan."

You laugh, cheeks warm as you send her off, sound of Prometheus' return behind you as you turn around to make the offering, handful of figs in your hand as he stares down.

"Feed me, dear nymph."

You take one from your palm, pressing it to his lips as he eats it, and you press one to Aetos' beak as it squacks at you. Then, you press one to your own, biting down as the meat of the fruit rips in your mouth, sweet against your tongue as Prometheus stares, wounds fresh on his skin, gold staining his body as you place the figs in your pouch.

"Chronos shall be falling."

"I am aware." He closes his eyes as you run your thumb under his eyes.

"Will you let the princess go next time if she succeeds?"

"If she succeeds."

"I'm sure she will."

"Not certain?"

"She has that kind of charm." You hum. "May I?"

"And what would that be?"

"I dare not to ask outright."

"Then kiss me, dear nymph." He leans down, lips brushing yours gently.

You kiss him, lips hesitant as yours brush his once more, shaking slightly as his hands find your face, palms rough against your cheek as you close your eyes and lean in, head tilted back slightly as he leans over you, body swallowing yours as his lips swallow yours, and you shake gently. His hands steady themselves on your cheek, and eventually your mind spins with the lack of air — there is no lack of air for a nymph, but your chest burns and your head spins, heat pooling in your lungs as you whimper for air, whimpering into his lips as he makes not a sound.

You gasp, pulling back as he chases, one hand sliding down to wrap around your neck delicately, fingers hot against your throat as you swallow, muscles flexing under his palm as his lips find yours again. He's parched, you think. Hasn't had a sip of water since his chaining in the sea, and saltwater is no good to drink. He tastes like the heat of the fire you had observed when curious, peering quietly at the flame that he had been chained over. It burns and scorches your throat but your head boils beautifully at the feeling of his lips on yours, sparks sparkling down your spine, your eyes closing once more. Death is frozen in time — it no longer matters. You can not pass.

When Prometheus finally lets go of you, the warning sound of the princess' footsteps light against the marble stairs and vision of the future in his eye as he tucks you behind him gently, eyes meeting the princess as he lets Aetos land on his hand. The princess locks eyes with you as you offer a shy smile.

"Time has been weakened."

"I lack one final item."

"Then fetch it. Do not disappoint, agent of change." Prometheus stares, watching as the princess rushes past the three of you.

"You let her go." You whisper.

"You should have known."

"I do not know your future, my lord."

"Then of yours?"

"That, I know."

Prometheus tells you that he is to fight the princess one final time when she returns after defeating time.

You understand it as well, circles drawn in his palm as he sits down, free hand resting on your thigh with an occasional squeeze, gentle smile on your lips as you trace the lines and scars, humming quietly. The flame in his hand is warm against your fingertips, and he controls the fire as to not burn you — but you like it. He knows you do. He knows you flush not from embarrassment but from affection. That much is apparent. If anything, you appreciate the warmth that his body brings to yours.

"The princess returns in a while." You mumble, flushed as he pulls you closer, forehead pressed to yours as his lips part, skin of your neck pinched between his canines, hard enough to draw gold. You whimper from the tearing of skin, squirming in his grasp as he bites harder, Aetos soaring off to aid Chronos' troops as Prometheus traps you in his arms, tongue out as he laps at the dribbling blood. You hold back sound, neck craned to the side as your lashes flutter.

"My lord."

"It does not hurt, does it?"

"No, but it is a strange sensation." You whisper, heat melting down your spine and pooling between your legs, and Prometheus bites.

It's hard to not bite when you look and sound so sickeningly sweet, hands flying to your face that he has to pry away with his much larger ones, panic rising up your throat when he towers over you, and he thinks that perhaps you should not be taken on the marble at the end of the rebellion, but foresight be dammed. His mind is overdriven with the sound slipping past your lips, your bottom lip quivering as he lifts both your legs lifted up as he measures out himself, hips flush against yours as you gasp and cry about it not fitting.

"My lord—"

"Prometheus." He pinches at the skin of your collarbone, and you scramble to ground yourself, fingers pressing into the marble until the blood drains and it is the same shade of white, eyes wide as you shake your head.

"L-lord Prometheus. It won't—"

"You are immortal, dear nymph."

"I am immortal, not indestructible." You whimper as he nudges himself against you, thumb finding your pebble of nerves, brushing gently as you flutter around nothing.

"You crave it."

"I fear it."

"It coexists." He presses a hand to your chest, and you inhale. "Breathe for me, dear nymph."

You exhale, drawing a breath in when he pushes past your entrance and into you, your throat suddenly full and lashes wet at the sudden intrusion. He reaches down to wipe at your tears, forehead pressed to yours as he syncs your breathing with his, deep breaths past his lips as you follow, sheen on your body glistening as the moon hangs in the sky. His free thumb wipes at the tears, and you paw at his chest, nails dug into your palms to not tear the wound on his chest, and he brushes your bottom lip.

"It won't hurt, dear nymph."

"Does not—" You furrow your brows, closing your eyes. "change that I wish not to hurt you."

"It takes more than a nymph to tear a titan." He reaches for your hands, unclenching them as he has you press them to his chest. "Worry not."

"Can't see your future." You whimper, voice broken as you breathe. "Don't know if—"

"Then trust that I do." His thumb at your clit gives it a gentle nudge, and he holds back a groan at the way you flutter around him. "Dear nymph."

"You can—" you swallow, panting, sweat trickling down your forehead as you exhale. "move, dear... Prometheus."

"I will not hurt you."

"I trust that."

You're sickeningly sweet under him. He moves slowly at first, trying to keep you comfortable, foresight in hot flashes before his eyes, stilling when he needs to, moving when it seems you are comfortable again. Eventually your heavy breathing turns into jagged syllables of what resembles his name, and his mind stills with the way his hips drive into yours, and your nails dig at his forearms, still too scared to rip his chest, and he grunts when you do spill over the edge and cry his name with beads in your eyes and a vice between your legs. He follows shortly after, and he rakes his mind for a future in which perhaps he could fit all of himself in you, but when you reach for his neck, he pushes it back.

"Well done, dear nymph."

Your eyes close from exhaustion.

You stay that way. Your mind turns off and you are not awake when Chronos is sealed. You are, however, aware of it all, flashes of the future in your mind as you see a chariot of gold, startling you awake. You stay in the embrace of Prometheus, rubbing your eyes tiredly as the future is revealed to you sweetly. You lean on his chest and close your eyes once more, matching your breathing to his as he rubs at your forearm.

"The princess is coming."

"Yes."

"And Time has been sealed."

"Correct."

"And you are to be punished once more."

"It is inevitable."

You laugh a little when you remember what Prometheus' punishment ends up being.

"You are aware?"

"We will be alright."

There is a sense of urgency this time, Prometheus thinks. He is not so much of a coward as to run off since Chronos himself has been defeated, but he worries of what will happen to you if you were to be captured. Too many possibilities, and you refuse to share the one that has been revealed to you. Yet, he is no match for the princess, defeated once more as you watch his body disappear. He must be back to nursing, but his body returns immediately, unable to access the rest that Chronos had once provided him. The titan is defeated, and he is next.

"You must not trap him, princess." You land on the ground of the chamber, hands gentle as you take hers and stare at the coughing titan. "I shall take him to my spring if I must. He must not go back."

"Nymph, you must not be—"

"I shall steal him if that is what it takes." You whisper. "His wrath has been justified. It always has been. Both of us are aware of such a small fact."

"Then the olympians. It does not justify what he has done to the gods."

"The gods are simply prideful. After all, did he not purposefully weaken himself for your sake these fights? He had been punished for offering fire to the humans." You offer. "I am not saying that he must get away free of all punishment. I simply ask that you are to request for a simpler punishment. Perhaps something less gruesome than what was previously sent for him."

"And what do you propose?"

You whisper into the princess' ear, but you know Prometheus knows what you have said.

"How does that sound?" You look up at the titan as he stands up, Aetos back on his hand.

"What a hit to my pride."

You grin, lips curling upwards as you laugh.

"Will the gods know?"

"Not with the fates back where they belong."

"Very well." The princess nods. "Do invite me, yes?"

"Of course." You hum, cheeks warm as she's gone from the door.

"It will occur?"

"My foresight says yes."

Prometheus learns to trust you.

And, well, if the princess hears news about a new chariot being in the works by Hephaestus, then it is not her place to tell for whom or for what.