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souryoong · 1 year

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good for you | myg (18+)

Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x f!reader

Genre: smut!! (18+ readers only pls), established relationship

Word Count: 2,278

Summary: you've been teasing your boyfriend over text while he's been away in paris for business, and he comes home early to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: mentions of sexting, cunnilingus, fingering, making out, clitoral stimulation, tongue kissing, praise kink, edging, reader gets teary, orgasm denial, hitting it from the back, creampie (god I still hate that word!!). also showering together is henced because after all, they are a couple.

Authors Note: hi guys!!! welcome to my own version of march madness (some watch basketball, I write smut. jk I do like basketball too.) I said it before, but just in case you didn't hear, I am celebrating yoongi's bday as well as my own this month by posting my favorite pisces 2 (or 3? its the aries in me to be a menace) times this month. enjoy the smut and happy birthday to my twin flame, yoongi!!

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Yoongi’s patience with you seemed to always be never ending. Nothing that you did ever seemed to cross the line, and when it did, you knew.

Well, today was one of those days.

Yoongi had been in Paris for work for a few days, and with the time difference, you got bored at night and stayed up late, sending him pictures and videos of yourself. They started off with sending him cute outfits that you bought, and then lingerie. However, he stopped responding when you sent him a video of yourself in the bathtub, making you wonder if you might have taken things a little too far. You didn’t want to interrupt him if he was dealing with important business.

Feeling kind of panicky and unsure what Yoongi was thinking, you eventually went to bed, hoping he would somehow not see it, or completely forget about it.

In the morning, you woke up to a text from Yoongi.

Yoongi: You like teasing me like that don’t you, distracting me from work?

You knew he wasn’t actually mad, he probably did enjoy what you were sending him, but maybe it was a bad time.

You thought for a second, and sent a quick text back to him.

You: Just thinking about you, baby.

Hoping that smoothed things over, you went on with your day. Since the time difference, you weren’t expecting to hear from Yoongi until later on in the night.

Later on, when you were winding down for the night, changing into your pajamas, your boss at work called a zoom meeting, discussing some business endeavors.

Since you were very much not modest — your pajamas were a pair of underwear and a big t shirt, your camera was turned off so no one could see you.

The meeting felt like it was going on for forever, you had one of your AirPods in even though sometimes you felt like you probably weren’t even paying attention. The good thing was is that you probably didn’t have to talk.

You pulled your knees in towards your chest in your chair at your desk, taking a drink from your glass that was next to your computer mouse. Suddenly, you heard a knock, but brushed it off as one of your coworkers making noise. You didn’t look away from your computer screen.

A few seconds later, there was another knock that was slightly louder than before; making you realize it was in the room and not coming from the computer. You looked around the room and was almost in disbelief when you saw Yoongi leaning against the doorway, one of his hands in his pocket of his tan colored suit.

“Yoongi?” You questioned him quickly. “I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.”

Yoongi stepped towards you. “My manager told me there was an earlier flight, so I left right after my event; hence why I’m so dressed up.”

“Yeah, you look so sexy.” You complimented him as he walked behind you. “What made you decide to leave early?”

That was a stupid question.

“Oh did someone suddenly forget what she did to me?” Yoongi’s large hands were on your shoulders.

You were silent, looking at your computer.

“Hey sweetheart. That was a question.” Yoongi leaned down, his low voice in your ear.

“I forgot about it.” You responded, reaching to rest one of your hands onto his.

“I’m not mad. You can send me whatever you want; you know that.” Yoongi brushed a piece of hair away from his face. “But to send me a video of you in the bathtub, while I’m sitting at a meeting? I had to cover my lap like I’m a goddamn teenager.”

You smirked to yourself at his reaction, not realizing he wasn’t done talking.

“Now I’m in the mood to edge you until you cry. Make you learn your lesson.”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Fuck. You knew Yoongi meant it when he said things like that.

“Yoongi, I —" You started to speak, but you were cut off.

“Hey, looks like someone has a meeting to listen to, right?” You wondered how long he was standing there earlier as he planted a few kisses along your neck, making you close your eyes. He was for sure pushing your buttons as you hummed in response.

“How was Paris?” You tried to distract your mind, at this point you weren’t even paying attention to your meeting.

“It was nice. I think you’d like it. Next time you should go with me.” One of his hands was now on your inner thigh, and you knew for sure that you were probably soaking your panties.

“I think —“ Your words were cut off when Yoongi’s fingers brushed against your clothed clit, making you swallow hard.

He moved one of your legs to rest on top of the desk, giving himself full view of your panties that were in fact soaked.

“Already worked up for me?” It was a stupid question to ask; you always were.

“Yoongi.” You spoke, a neediness in your voice.

He moved your chair back, somewhat startling you. Then he was hovering over you; his face close to yours. He gave you a quick kiss, making your heart flutter.

He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties. “Lift your hips.” Yoongi suddenly spoke, and you did.

Yoongi pulled down your panties, swearing to himself when he saw how wet you were. Stuffing them in his suit pocket, he turned your chair and got on his knees in front of you.

“Fuck.” Yoongi muttered to himself, putting his hands on your thighs. You felt like you were holding your breath. Trying to focus on your computer screen, but also trying to brace yourself for Yoongi’s tongue or fingers.

Yoongi barely touched your clit with his thumb; making you jump. He pressed harder, moving in slow circles.

You let out a sigh, practically feeling your arousal dripping out of you at this point. Yoongi paused for a second, pulling your hips towards himself so that you were sort of laying back in your chair; and more comfortable. Just as you looked away from Yoongi, you felt him push his middle and ring finger inside of you, pressing against your front wall hard.

You cried out his name, leaning your head back.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Yoongi grunted. “Fuck.” He was right, you could hear the squelching noises from his fingers going in and out of you.

Yoongi didn’t say anything before leaning down and sucking your clit into his mouth; forming a rhythm with the way his fingers were moving in and out of you.

Your body shuddered when his fingers brushed against your sweet spot; and you knew you weren’t going to last long if he kept going like this.

One of your hands was in his long, dark hair; trying to hold him there. You could feel yourself getting close, hanging on the edge of your orgasm.

Until suddenly, Yoongi stopped.

“Yoongi!” You were so frustrated, panting. “What the fuck?”

“Baby.” Yoongi spoke lowly, kissing your inner thigh. “Did I say that you could cum?”

“No.” You sighed, looking towards your computer screen.

“Be good for me.” Yoongi glanced up at you, giving you a look that gave you chills and reminded you that you were practically naked in your home office, while he was still fully clothed.

He suddenly stood up in front of you, removing his tan suit jacket; and then throwing it off to the floor. Yoongi leaned in close, grabbing your jaw and giving you a deep kiss; making you taste your own arousal.

“Can you do that for me?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” You answered, even though it didn’t sound very promising. “But Yoongi, I think I might have to talk in this.”

“Then you can talk.” Yoongi pressed three of his fingers against your clit, then in a half of a second they were inside of you again.

Yoongi was going way harder than before; fucking you with his fingers. He stood up, trying to get better leverage. You felt his fingers bump your sweet spot, making you grab onto him; practically begging him not to stop.

“Yoongi, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your voice was a whine as your walls were clenching his fingers.

On the brink of your second orgasm, you could hear the squelching noise coming from between your legs; realizing that you were probably gushing at this point.

“Yoongi.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss.

You felt his fingers leave you again, making you let out a sob of a moan against his mouth. At this point you wanted to cry. You wished that your stupid meeting was over and Yoongi was pounding you into your mattress.

“Yoongi, I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” Your voice was shaky as you exhaled.

“I think you can handle more.” Yoongi answered you. He was right, you always liked to push yourself until you found your limit.

You let out a whine when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance again. “Yoongi, please.”

In what seemed like perfect timing; you heard everyone in your meeting saying their goodbyes and wrapping up.

“Alright have a good night everyone, see you Monday morning.”

You watched Yoongi in front of you undoing his belt, and throw it onto the floor with a thud. You quickly unmuted yourself in the meeting to say good bye, then left.

You took out the one AirPod you had in your right ear just in time for Yoongi to grab your chin with one of his hands, kissing you with such a force you thought he’d bruise you.

You grabbed onto his wrist when he simultaneously slipped his tongue into your mouth as his fingers started rubbing your now over sensitive clit.

Yoongi let out a moan into your mouth, making your core clench around nothing.

You broke away from the kiss, his face was still close to yours. Practically aching for him, you whined. “Yoongi, please.”

Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, Yoongi stood back up, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Go to the couch. With your back towards me.”

As Yoongi’s shirt was discarded onto the floor, you got up out of your chair; your legs feeling like they didn’t belong to yourself at first. The couch was only a few steps away from your chair at your desk.

You put your knees onto the seat of the couch, then leaned your upper body onto the back rest. Never thinking you’d be having sex in your office; you were glad that this couch was surprisingly roomy.

Hearing movement and fabric rustling, you could only assume that Yoongi’s pants were now off. He moved his hand along the small of your back, pushing your t shirt up to expose more of your body to him.

“Fuck.” Yoongi swore as you arched your back, getting ready for him. “Look at you.”

You let out a moan when you felt his cock head against your entrance, and you moved, trying to fuck yourself onto him.

Yoongi grabbed a hold of your hips, keeping you still he pushed himself inside of you; bottoming out in one thrust.

“Fuck!” You let out a moan, your mouth falling open.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

You put your knees further apart on the couch in attempts to feel him a little deeper.

“Yoongi, fuck.” You slightly turned, grabbing onto his wrist as he held onto you. “Don’t stop.”

You felt him nudge your g-spot, making your walls abruptly clench around him. You could tell that your orgasm was somewhat close.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled you up so your back was against his chest; the new angle making you feel him so deep it was like he was in your stomach.

Your eyes were watering as you still clutch onto him. “Fuck, Yoongi I’m so close.” Leaning back into him, he planted a few kisses along your shoulder and neck.

Yoongi reached between hour legs with one hand and started to rub your clit, and your legs started to shake underneath you.

Your eyes were getting teary as Yoongi’s pace never faltered. “Yoongi, please.” Your voice was a whine. “Let me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum?” Yoongi’s voice was breathy against your neck.

“Please.” You leaned into him, one of your hands making its way to his dark hair as you craned your neck to kiss him. “Tell me I’m a good girl.”

Yoongi grunted, starting to fuck into you so hard that you fell forwards back onto the couch. “My good girl.” It was almost as if he was enunciating the words with his thrusts.

“Oh god.” The words left your mouth like a sob as your orgasm crashed into you; this time Yoongi doing nothing to stop it. Your body nearly trembling as Yoongi continued fucking into you. “Fuck.”

“Shit.” Yoongi swore under his breath, his hips stuttering before releasing himself inside of you.

“Yoongi.” You whined at the feeling before it was apparent it was running down your inner thigh. You laughed slightly. “My couch.”

“What?” He was panting, then laughed with you. “Sorry, baby.”

You turned to face him. “God, what time is it? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re telling me. I’m jetlagged as fuck right now.”

You looked up at him, both of you were sweaty, fucked out, and exhausted.

“I’m happy you’re home.”

Yoongi smiled at you, pulling you up off of the couch. “Me too, now let’s take a shower and go the fuck to bed.”

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kaorisun · 11 months

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 immortality is an abundant curse (2)

pairing : blade x reader

tags : angst, remembrance, hurt no comfort, canon divergence

word count : 6.08k

chapters : one • two • three

crossposted to : AO3

Summary : Some things are still muddied, but this is something you could never forget.

In his true name, you find fragments of what once was, and an unexpected party is determined to return to you what is rightfully yours.

Jing Yuan is hiding something from you.

Of this, you are certain.

However, it isn’t something that he shows explicitly. The man is talented at keeping a neutral, unknowing expression, but on the other hand… Yanqing is an open book.

As a child, he’s unable to hide his expressions when you chat with the General about your past. The worry mixed with a slight tinge of guilt tells you all you need to know. Yanqing and Jing Yuan know far more about your previous life than they let on.

Despite that, you never pry. You’ve always felt a sense of kinship towards the General, and Yanqing is someone you enjoy doting on. In regards to the secrecy, you know that they wouldn’t hide things from you without reason. The likely scenario is that they’re protecting you from something.

From what, you have no idea, but if Jing Yuan feels it’s best to keep you from it, then you trust him wholeheartedly. Not once has he done a thing to cause you harm, and you know this scenario is likely no different.

If Jing Yuan knows your past incarnation, then you’d take comfort in the fact that you’re in good hands.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Bailu turns towards you with a small smile.

“Those should be all the ingredients we need for the medicine we need to restock. Let’s head back,” she says, leading the way, arms overflowing with various medicinal herbs. You dutifully follow, a basket of ingredients in hand.

For a moment, you’re mesmerized by the way Bailu’s dragon tail sways as she walks. Being in the company of another Vidyadhara far more experienced with the reincarnation process eased your mind. You still had much to discuss with her upon return to the clinic— perhaps she could provide much needed insight on your memories.

As if reminding you of the past just out of reach, you pass by the same wanted poster from earlier, causing you to stop in your tracks. Gazing at the photo, tears return to your eyes.

You feel like his name is on the tip of your tongue. You feel as if you’ve forgotten something important. Without your memories, a part of you has always felt vacant— empty.

Somehow, for some reason, you feel as if this man holds the answers, but for the life of you, you cannot remember who he is.

The tears slowly slip down your cheeks, and you hear Bailu call your name.

“Are you alright? Are you injured?” she asks worriedly. You sniffle and shake your head, brushing the tears away with the sleeve of your robe.

“I’m fine,” you lie, a frown plastered on your face. Bailu regards you for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.

“Let’s discuss it when we return,” she says, able to see right through your facade. You nod, trailing after her as she leads the way back to the clinic.

The stroll is quiet, Bailu likely leaving you to your thoughts to allow you to compose yourself before she pries for information.

When you return, Bailu takes the basket from your hands and sets it aside with the other ingredients before gently nudging you to sit on one of the beds.

Beginning work on blending medicines for restock, Bailu glances in your direction once she notices you’ve properly settled in bed.

“So? What happened?” she asks, eyes darting between her mortar and pestle and where you’re seated.

The words get caught in your throat for a moment and you swallow nervously. Tearing your eyes away from her inquisitive gaze, you wring your hands nervously.

“I know you told me not to force it… but since the commission posted those wanted posters, I’ve felt utterly restless. It’s barely been a full day, but I cannot shake this dreadful feeling. I feel so so close to an answer, yet so far,” you start, hands moving down to clench the bedsheets in frustration.

“Blade… that name feels terribly foreign and yet, I swear I’m familiar with the man. It’s…” your voice grows soft as you trail off. Bailu sighs, her eyes focused on her work as she speaks.

“Well, typically purposefully triggering memories is ill-advised. It’s more trouble than it’s worth, and you aren’t guaranteed any useful insight. The emotional distress of it is too high a risk factor,” the healer explains. Your expression falls, feeling dejected for just a moment.

“I’m not finished, don’t look so upset yet,” Bailu chides. “However, if something within you is reacting this viscerally to his photo alone, it may be less stressful to attempt to unearth the memory. In your current state, leaving it dormant may be more harmful for your mentality.”

With wide eyes, you give the dragon a hopeful expression. Bailu hums for a moment, setting her pestle down and approaching a bookcase. From the lowest shelf, she plucks a thick notebook before tossing it to you.

Fumbling for a moment, you grip it tightly before looking at the cover curiously. The cover is blank, causing you to look at the other curiously.

“It’s filled with names. The people of Xianzhou typically use them to help name their children, though we Vidyadhara have no use for it in that sense. Instead, I use it as a method to help our kind select new names, or trigger certain memories,” Bailu states, returning to her work table.

“The man is a Xianzhou native, judging from his appearance and attire. If ‘Blade’ is merely a pseudonym, then the name you remember is likely a derivative of the names used here. Flip through it. Maybe something will spark a memory,” she mentions nonchalantly. You tense for a moment, pausing.

“Are you certain? I’m supposed to be helping you mix medicine…” you murmur guiltily. Bailu groans and shakes her head.

“Can you truly work with your mind in this state without getting distracted?” she asks. You open your mouth to respond, but quickly close it and remain silent upon realizing that you indeed would be unsuited to focus on such tedious work.

“Exactly. So focus on that instead. Once your mind settles, I’ll allow you to work again. For now, see if a name in there feels right,” she says. You bite your lip, eyes downcast.

“How will I know…?” you ask softly.

“The mind is more resilient than it looks. Even after reincarnating, it still holds onto countless fragments of information with the capacity for the memory to return in its entirety. If you truly remember this man, you’ll know when you see his name. It’s ingrained into your very being, deep down,” Bailu assures, returning your smile when your expression lifts.

Flipping open the ledger of names, your eyes scan the pages for any spark of familiarity. Softly, you mumble each name to yourself, testing how they feel on your lips. The healer watches you carefully, noticing the way your brow furrowed when something felt close but not quite right.

For a while, this process continues. Even as you get halfway through the pages, you remain resilient, not discouraged despite the fact that nothing has clicked yet.

Fingers gently grazing down the page, scanning over the calligraphy of each name, you eventually pause as you whisper one of the names to yourself.

“Ren…” you murmur. In comparison to many others, this name feels… sweet. Your heart skips a beat when you say it— warmth flooding your chest.

“Ren. Ren…?” you repeat, tilting your head a bit, your head feeling fuzzy as you pause. Bailu turns to you and raises a brow.

“Find something?” she asks. You cannot answer, hardly able to hear— her voice sounding muffled as a flurry of thoughts enter your head.

“Ren… Ren!” you gasp.

Distantly, you hear rushed footsteps and someone calling your name, but before you can react your vision blacks out as you’re hit with a tidal wave of memories from a time once forgotten, causing you to fall unconscious.

Eyes snapping open, you jolt suddenly, halting in your steps. From your side, you hear footsteps stop as someone turns toward you.

“Are you alright? Have you been overworking yourself again?” a voice asks. You glance over, and Imbibitor Lunae is regarding you with a serious expression that’s tinged with concern. You offer a small smile.

“I’m okay! I haven’t been overworking myself. Though, I’m admittedly a bit tired,” you mention. Your heart is pounding, but you’re able to settle in the warm familiarity of the environment and its company.

Ah, I remember this… how did I ever manage to forget? you think to yourself as you continue on your stroll with the other. The dialogue slipping from your lips comes naturally— effortlessly. Some things are still muddied, but this is something you could never forget.

“So, who are you bringing me to meet? Another patient?” you ask curiously. Lunae lets out an exasperated sigh, a rare moment where his emotions show clearly on his face. His expression screams annoyance with a hint of fondness.

“He isn’t a normal patient. He’s a close friend of mine. However, I fear that his recklessness is getting out of hand. I doubt this’ll be the only time you’ll have to heal him,” Lunae mutters. You laugh a bit and shake your head.

“I imagine you’re speaking from experience. Is he like us— another Vidyadhara?” you inquire. The man shakes his head.

“No, a short-life species,” he clarifies, his hand grazing over the bracer on his wrist. Taking notice of the subtle action, your eyes widen.

“Ah—! The human friend of yours, yes? The one the General insists is your equal match in terms of skill?” you mention, excitement in your tone at being able to finally meet the man you’d heard so much about. Lunae looks away.

“Is that what he says when I’m not around? You shouldn’t let him influence you,” the dragon murmurs. You laugh.

“I’ll take that to mean that what he said is accurate,” you tease before humming, “but if he is as careless about himself as you say, I’ll have to get used to him, as well. Especially if he’s setting himself up to become a frequent patient.”

“If I hadn’t witnessed his skill for myself, I would’ve assumed that he was an amateur. You can surely expect to see him often,” Imbibitor Lunae says with a slight frown. Able to tell that he’s simply worried about his friend’s safety, you don’t comment further.

Arriving at the hall, you notice a recognizable General from afar, waving with a bright smile before approaching the unfamiliar man with fiery red-colored eyes alongside Lunae.

“Ren. This is the healer I mentioned,” he states simply. Ren’s eyes settle on you before smiling. The way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, but you refuse to let it show.

“I’ve heard plenty about you. Lunae doesn’t talk much, but when he mentions you, he gives you his highest regards,” Ren says. You glance over at his wrist, noticing the matching bracer.

Reaching over to tap on it lightly, you respond. “And I’ve heard plenty about you, as well. The reckless swordsman with zero regard for his own well-being,” you jab lightly. Ren narrows his eyes at Imbibitor Lunae.

“Ah, I wonder… who could’ve possibly said such a thing?” he asks. Lunae crosses his arms.

“You’re acting as if it’s a lie. Show them your injury,” he commands. Ren sighs, lifting his shirt and revealing a deep gash in his side. With how calm and nonchalant he’s been acting, you would’ve never suspected such a significant wound.

Suddenly, you feel as if you can understand Lunae’s earlier exasperation.

This man undoubtedly has no sense of self-preservation.

Understanding the realization you just arrived at, the Vidyadhara pats your shoulder gently. You offer him a sympathetic look for having such a mindless bosom friend.

“I’ll take good care of him, Lunae, even if he’s clearly a fool,” you insist. Ren smirks.

“I’m a swordsman, not a fool. You’re acting as if injury isn’t a part of the title,” he mentions. You click your tongue as you set your supplies on the nightstand beside his bed.

“Injury is not inherently a factor in any profession aside from healing. Getting hurt doesn’t make you a swordsman, it just makes you stupid,” you say as you begin disinfecting his wound.

Ren winces at the feeling, glancing at you. “How are you so certain that I’m being reckless, then?” he asks.

“Lunae doesn’t call anyone ‘skilled’ so easily. If he says you are, then it means you could probably avoid these injuries but elect not to of your own accord,” you respond quickly. The man’s eyes widen, speechless and unable to reply. Laughing at his sudden silence, you raise a brow.

“Did I hit it right on target? You’re a bit easy to read, you know,” you mention lightheartedly. However, Ren falls silent. You tilt your head, setting the bloodied cloth aside.

“What’s wrong?” you ask curiously, startled at his sudden silence and lack of banter.

“You’re right in your assumption, but it’s more than mere recklessness. Tell me, as a healer, how many short-life species have you seen meet their end? How many deaths have you witnessed?” he questions. You frown, hands resting on your lap.

“Many— dozens over the years,” you murmur.

“Exactly. We’re surrounded by Vidyadharas, Foxians, Xianzhou natives— we’re just a small part of an endless stream of their lives. I mean, one day, I’ll be a distant memory as you live on. It’s hard not to be so…” Ren trails off. You sigh, thinking about his predicament.

Although you were a Vidyadhara yourself, every single patient you’ve had that’s passed has remained ever present in your mind. You did not think it was about the lifespan, rather the impact an individual made in someone’s life.

Despite that, you could understand his cynicism. Given that the man was around the same visual age as you, early 20s, you both had around the same amount of time remaining. This incarnation of you would soon pass, and you’d forget everything from this life.

Though you would technically live on, you would no longer be yourself. This version of you would disappear.

It’s practically a death in itself.

Smiling, you voice your empathy towards his situation. “Ren, I get it. Trust me, I have the same amount of time left that you do, and it can make you feel really… hopeless.”

Ren seems shocked, unable to say a word. Continuing your ramble, you hum as you grab your suture needle and thread and begin mending his wound.

“Though, I think you’ve got it backwards. The fact that you have such a small lifespan is precisely why you should cherish it. You don’t need to live for centuries to enjoy life. We all meet our end someday. Don’t let yourself regret how you spent the time you did have,” you explain with a kind tone, careful hands continuing to close the cut.

Ren remains silent, and you allow him the time to process your words thoroughly. Though the atmosphere is quiet, it’s comfortable, allowing you to focus on bandaging his wound after applying the proper salves and ointments.

“You know, you’re quite the optimist despite how much death you witness each day,” Ren mentions. You laugh lightly, pulling your hands away after securing the gauze.

“I have all eternity in the afterlife to lament my losses. I only have this remaining lifetime to enjoy myself to the fullest,” you state. Ren smiles at this, pulling his shirt down as he watches you pack your things.

“I like that way of thinking. Maybe you’d be a good influence on me,” he mentions with a softened gaze.

“If you start being a little less reckless, then you can say I’ve been a good influence,” you insist.

“But how can I guarantee seeing you again if I don’t get injured?” Ren asks with a smirk, clearly jesting in an attempt to tease. You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’ll see you for any injuries as needed, but if you want my company outside of my aid, you can just ask,” you say with a small grin.

“In that case, I’d like to see you again. It’s nice to have someone who understands what it’s like to be on borrowed time.”

“A century of lifetime is hardly ‘borrowed time,’ Ren. But I’ll take you up on that offer. Lunae’s stoicism gets a little scary after a while,” you chime lightly. The man holds back a laugh before nodding.

Heading towards the door, you pause for a moment and glance back at him.

“Oh, and Ren?” you pipe up.

“Hm? What is it?”

“Just dodge the strike next time. I’m certain you’re capable,” you say with a small smile. Ren chuckles and nods.

“I’ll try my best.”

Following that first meeting, Ren becomes a regular patient, though becoming injured far less frequently than before, according to Imbibitor Lunae.

Outside of your healer duties, the two of you spend plenty of time together— both alone and alongside mutual friends.

You remember growing incredibly fond of him, enjoying his company and becoming closer with each passing day. Previously, the days flew by for you, but upon meeting him, everything slowed. At the time, your heart was certain that your remaining days would be enjoyable with him by your side.

He was unquestionably a talented swordsman, but that wasn’t what drew you in. His skill was just a single asset in a sea of admirable qualities. He was compassionate and firm in his beliefs. Despite how little he cared for himself initially, he was loyal and fought for his values fiercely.

Above all else, he was kind to you. Even when he bantered, joking and teasing to incite a response, there was always a sense of tenderness in his actions towards you.

Though, things are still foggy. Faces are still unrecognizable and blurry— such as that of the General the past you so casually mentioned. Memories are still missing— crucial ones that you can hear remnants of in your mind.

You can feel your heart breaking upon learning something, but have not a clue what. It makes your heart feel distant— dreadful. Then, you’re filled with uncertainty and sadness as a voice— one that you’re certain is Imbibitor Lunae’s— echoes through your mind.

“Your time is coming. Have you considered your options?

“Whatever you choose to do, know that I will respect your decision.”

The voices of the various memories begin overlapping in your mind. You’re forgetting something— an important promise— but you cannot place it.

Everything is meshing together, causing your mind to spiral. Lingering feelings from your past clash harshly with distant voices from your memories—

What is it that you’re forgetting?

What is the promise that you’ve already forgotten?

Eyes snapping open, you lurch forward with a gasp, your heart pounding in your chest. Panting for air, you take a moment to observe your surroundings in an attempt to ground yourself.

Your head is still spinning, but you’re able to pick up the scent of incense in the air. It’s a calming blend, used to help soothe particularly antsy patients. As intended, it helps steady your pulse and ground you in reality.

Upon recognizing the sounds of shuffling, your eyes wander over to where Bailu is entering the room hurriedly, a bowl of water and a towel in hand.

“You’re awake! You should lay back down. The episode you had was rather intense,” she advises, rushing to your side and helping you ease back down onto the bed.

Gratefully, you accept her assistance. Though you’re aware of your surroundings and where you are, your head still spins with new fragmented memories. Your head is pounding, causing you to groan a bit.

Bailu lets out a soft huff as she wrings the towel and places the cooled cloth across your forehead.

“To think that a name could trigger such an intense reaction… who exactly was this man to you?” the healer murmurs to herself before shaking her head.

“What… happened? I remember coming across a familiar name, but I blacked out afterwards. I know it triggered a memory but… an episode..?” you ask. Bailu looks at you with a frown.

“Somehow, remembering this name caused you to be overwhelmed with information. All of your past emotions regarding him rushed to the forefront of your mind faster than you could handle, unable to conceptualize it,” she explains and shakes her head. “That’s why you blacked out. I didn’t expect that a name would have this effect. How are you feeling?”

You shut your eyes and ponder for a moment. You remember Imbibitor Lunae and Ren. Other faces and names remain foggy, but you certainly have many more answers than you did before. Unfortunately with that came countless more questions.

“I feel… dizzy, but somewhat fulfilled. I remembered a lot,” you hum, content with the new bits of information that your mind could handle. Bailu nods as she does a quick check on your heart rate and pulse.

“Then the risk was worthwhile. So, Blade. Who is he to you?” she inquires with a curious tone while focusing on checking your vitals. You pause before averting your gaze.

“That… I don’t remember. I remembered how I met him. It was through a mutual friend, but the nature of our relationship remains vague…” you mumble before a soft smile makes its way onto your face.

“What I do recall is that I loved him dearly. Ren— that’s his actual name. I loved him more than anything, but I have no idea what became of our relationship. He could hate me now and I’d have no idea…” Your expression falls, suddenly feeling dejected at the thought of Ren disliking you.

It doesn’t feel right. Something within you is telling you that such a thing is impossible, but you’re afraid to face that part of yourself lest you cause your mind to fracture once more.

“Well, fret not. Now that you’ve broken through and remembered something considerably significant, it’ll be easier to trigger the rest using similar methods. Though, It’s best not to rush the process or you’ll aggravate this sort of episode again,” Bailu warns, and you nod in understanding.

However, your heart wavers. Knowing that your memories will soon return is… terrifying. Being reminded of your connection with Blade was jarring. The criminal on the flyers is a stark contrast to the man from your memories.

Surely, the remainder of your memories is bound to provide an explanation. Judging by the way your chest tightens, it’s not a pleasant tale.

“Bailu… Should this be something I aim to remember? Nothing can change the fact that the man I once knew is a criminal, wanted by the IPC. Is it… right for me to remember all of this?” you inquire, hands shaky as you stare up at the ceiling with teary eyes.

Desperately, you want to grab on to any shred of familiarity from your past. Deep down, you know you want— need to remember Ren and the warmth you once shared with him.

Despite that longing, he’s still a fugitive. Perhaps living in ignorance is the better option if it means sparing yourself from a truth you’re unprepared for.

However, Bailu doesn’t pass judgment, nor does she chastise you for your honest worries tinged with your own wishes.

“You have the right to recall the past that was once yours. Even if Blade is a criminal now, that won’t change how you once felt— and likely still feel— about him. If you don’t want the truth or believe you’re unable to handle it, then we can leave it be. The decision is your own,” Bailu comforts, offering a faint smile. Her response brings you comfort, looking at the girl with a spark of life in your eyes.

“I plan on seeing it through fully. I loved him— part of me still does. I need to know what happened,” you express with renewed resolve. Bailu lets out a sigh accompanied by an affectionate smile.

“I assumed such would be the case. Just exercise precaution,” she mentions before continuing. “I’ll try to bring around any historical or personal texts I can find about Ren. I know you’re familiar with the General, so I’ll try finding texts involving him, too. I can’t make any promises. Historical accounts aren’t always accurate.”

“Anything you can do to help is appreciated, Bailu. It doesn’t have to be right away,” you assure her.

“I’ll try my best, but you may just have to wait until, by some kind of miracle, we find something to directly do with your past. We may be unable to stimulate any more memories until then. In that case, we’d have to wait,” Bailu says. Your heart falls, but you try your best to mask your disappointment.

Before you’re able to respond and attempt to channel optimism into the conversation, the door to the clinic bursts open.

Like a whirlwind, Yanqing barrels into the room on quick feet, rushing straight to you.

Concerned with his apparent hurry, you sit up to meet him, scanning the boy for any potential injuries.

“What happened? Are you okay? Is someone injured?” you ask, mindset shifting into that of a long-time healer. Bailu regards him with a similar concern, hands on her hips as her expression remains serious.

Yanqing quickly shakes his head, instead plopping a journal onto your lap. His eyes shift from you to the door, as if he’s afraid of getting caught.

Your eyes glance at Yanqing quizzically, but he offers no response, shifting his weight from left to right nervously. Unsure of what he could’ve possibly brought to you that made him so paranoid, you shift your attention to the text, eyes glancing over the calligraphy.

As you read the title, your breath gets caught in your throat, the journal nearly slipping from your grasp.

“This is…”

Jing Yuan’s Diary.

As much as Yanqing admires the Divine Foresight and Arbiter-General, Jing Yuan, he doesn’t blindly follow him.

Truthfully, he finds himself disagreeing with the man more than he’d care to admit. While it’s typically in regards to Yanqing’s boundless ambition towards training, the General insisting that the boy needs a break, this is the first time that they’ve disagreed over something considerably important.

This is also the first time that he’d be doing something in direct defiance of Jing Yuan.

Firm in his decision, Yanqing knows he must take matters into his own hands.

Blade may be one of the IPC’s most wanted criminals, but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer, too. Jing Yuan insists that you’re better off living in naivety, but what the General doesn’t see is the pain you experience and show when you believe no one is watching.

Admittedly, Yanqing has always been fond of you as a mentor and guardian. Unfortunately, that also means he can read you rather well.

In moments of solitude, he notices how lost you look. He can recognize that you’re suffering, saddled with emotions with no explanation as to why they burden you so.

Yanqing has grown tired of seeing you shed tears over the shards of your past that you’ve tried desperately to glean more from.

Catching you tear up over Blade’s photo, then witnessing the way the General still insisted on keeping you ignorant was his last straw.

Jing Yuan has too little faith in your resolve, he thinks.

You’re a healer by nature, finding your way back to the profession even in this reincarnation. With the way you’ve always passionately helped others, scolding them when they show little care for their well-being, is proof enough that you won’t stray from the right path— even if you learn the truth.

That’s why, the moment Jing Yuan departs to the Divination Commission to meet with Fu Xuan, Yanqing resolves to steal his diary.

It’s unlike the ones where he’s written about Snowmoon and Mimi. Instead, it’s a journal the man keeps tucked away— one he writes in after his encounters with you and your sparse memories. Each time you return with a new sliver of the past, the General writes.

Though he’s uncertain if it’ll have all the answers, Yanqing is sure that it’ll provide far more than Jing Yuan is willing to provide of his own volition.

Whether he’s being driven by his childish immaturity, an excuse of heroic drive, or simply because he cares for you, the boy has no idea. What he’s certain of is that, just because they’re unable to share the knowledge with Blade (for obvious reasons), doesn’t mean you should be left wandering in the dark of disorientation.

Do you not have the right to remember a life that once belonged to you?

Nabbing the diary is a rather easy feat. Cloud Knights posted in the hall pay him little mind due to the close relationship he has with the General, so it goes unnoticed when the diary disappears from Jing Yuan’s desk, Yanqing slipping it beneath his robe.

Under the guise of visiting you to replace the bandage on his face, he hurries out of the building. Once he’s far enough from anyone who might catch him, he flips through the diary, skimming the paragraphs.

Truthfully, it contains far more than he anticipated. It recounts the day you met Jing Yuan, alongside accounts of your close friendship with a man named “Lunae.” Scattered throughout the script are many recounts of your experiences with Ren and the General.

Not only does it contain information from your past, but the man made notes spanning from back then all the way to the present, still-drying ink on the pages mentioning how you’ve started to recognize Blade once more.

From what Yanqing can gather, the General was once a firm supporter of your relationship with Ren, but upon your return and Blade’s falling into criminality, he knew he had to protect you.

Yanqing couldn’t help but frown. Jing Yuan is hiding you to prevent Blade from finding you, especially before you can regain memories. While it seems he never intended to separate you permanently, the General makes it pretty clear that he wishes to do so indefinitely lest you fall into the same path your past lover did.

There’s no doubt that the General truly cares for you and your well-being…

But Yanqing knows that he cannot keep coddling and protecting you from a decision that is ultimately your own.

The memories within these pages belong just as much to Jing Yuan as they do you. Jing Yuan made his decision to remain at the Luofu as an honorable General of the Cloud Knights.

Yanqing thinks you should be allowed the opportunity to make a choice for yourself, too.

Naturally, he feels a bit guilty for his direct defiance of the man’s orders, but he feels that he has to do this.

Fleeing towards the Healer Lady’s clinic, he weaves through crowds of people with ease. As he moves, he passes by various bulletins, posted with the wanted posters that prompted this entire ordeal. Reminded of the pain you and your lover went through, he frowns.

He’s not naive. He’s young, but has already seen the cruelty the world has to offer in the form of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus and the Mara-Struck soldiers.

Yanqing knows that telling you won’t repair your relationship with Ren. It won’t take back all of the suffering you two have experienced. He’s not even positive that the journal will cause you to recall anything.

Either way, he’s determined to at least provide the option to you that was once forcefully barred off by Jing Yuan. Whether or not you actually want the truth that’s been hidden is up to you.

Regrettably, nothing that Yanqing does in the present can rescue you and Ren from your tumultuous past.

However, at the very least, knowing the truth will be able to ease your heart and steady your mind.

And that’s enough of a reason for him to continue forth.

Yanqing looks to you worriedly as your hands tremble, clutching the diary tightly in your grasp.

You feel yourself waver beneath the metaphorical weight of what this journal holds— the truth. The full story.

Breaking the silence in an attempt to ease your nerves, the young swordsman pipes up.

“Jing Yuan has been keeping track of his time with you, Blade, and your mutual friends since long before you reincarnated. It contains many stories… especially of you and…” Yanqing trails off. You let out a timid laugh, shaking your head.

“I knew he was hiding something but… I suppose one showing is worth a hundred sayings. I never expected that it was something of this degree…” you murmur. Taking into consideration your last episode from recalling Ren’s name alone, you look worriedly to Bailu for guidance.

Bailu walks over, taking the diary from your unsteady hands and flipping through it curiously.

“Aeons, talk about a well-timed miracle,” she mumbles. “Yanqing, I have no interest in knowing how you got your hands on this, but it should prove useful. In the meantime, let them replace your bandage while I take a moment to look through the contents.”

Yanqing opens his mouth to protest, but she cuts him off.

“In their current state, it’d be far too much for their mind to handle. They learned of Blade’s true name today and that small shard of information was enough to set off so much that it rendered them unconscious,” Bailu says with a sharp glare. Huffing, she shakes her head upon seeing Yanqing’s defiant expression.

“We’ll move forward in a controlled manner. I’m not your General. I don’t plan on hiding anything from them. They’re sound in their decision of wanting the truth. I’ll respect that, you have my word,” she promises before moving to her desk to peruse the contents of the diary further.

Yanqing sighs and turns to you, concern replacing his earlier expression. “You fainted? Are you alright?” he asks.

“I’m fine, Yanqing. It’s as Lady Bailu says. I just need to take things slow,” you reassure. He glances over you for any visible injuries before noticeably relaxing, nodding in understanding.

“That… makes sense. If it’s safer, then I’ll go along with it,” he says. You smile warmly, grabbing your supplies from the side table and carefully removing Yanqing’s old bandage.

“I trust Bailu, but I’m grateful that you’ve gone to these lengths for me. You’re young, but rather firm in your resolve. It’s admirable, and I’m happy to know you’d do so much on my behalf. It reminds me of someone I once knew,” you muse, humming softly as you reapply a healing salve to cut on the boy’s nose.

Yanqing flushes under your praise before looking away as he shifts nervously.

“So… what’ll you do when you learn the truth? Do you have any idea?” he asks hesitantly. You look at him, amused.

“Are you worried that I’ll leave?” you ask. Yanqing’s eyes go wide.

“N-No! Well, of course I’d be worried, but…!” he sputters. You laugh, ruffling his hair.

“I just want to fill in the gaps in my mind, that’s all. Having all these pieces with nothing to tie them together takes a toll on the mind, body, and soul,” you inform before sighing, averting your gaze.

“I’m positive that I once loved Blade, and that I still do. It’s an undeniable fact that I know in my heart is the truth. Despite that, those times have long since come and gone. Ren… Blade— likely doesn’t remember or love me like he did before,” you say.

Yanqing pauses a moment, searching your expression before posing another question.

“If, despite all the time that’s passed, he still loves you just as he did back then, would you change your mind?”

You freeze, hands halting. Meeting his gaze, you can tell he’s concerned— worried about what you might say. As much as you want to lie, claim that it wouldn’t change anything— you know Yanqing would look right through you.

Sighing, you place a clean bandage over the cut and give him a sad smile.

“In all honesty, I don’t know. It’s for that reason I want the truth. Once I have the full story, maybe in it, I’ll find the guiding light of an answer.

“Perhaps only then, I’ll know what I’m meant to do.”

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ilovecoelacanths · 7 months

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This is a story about a book that changed my life.

It's also about how amazing libraries and authors and people who care about sharing cool things with curious kids are. Also, fish (especially fish). It's kind of different than what I usually post but it's been bouncing around in my head basically since I started this blog so here you go, I hope you like it. This is the reason I love coelacanths so much, and why I think everyone should know about how amazing they are.

When I was little, I loved going to the library. My little brother and I would pick out way too many books and the librarians always had to come over to override the 30 book limit at the checkout stand (they pretty much knew us on sight and were ready to override it as soon as we started heading over to check out). After we finished getting our library books, our mom also let us look through the free pile that was in the foyer on the way out. It was mostly old library books that the librarians just needed to clean out, but there were a lot of books that people brought when they cleaned out their personal collections too (especially teachers, and there were a bunch of books with old school library stamps inside). The free pile didn't usually have a lot of things that interested me, but one day when I was poking through it I found a book called Fossil Fish Found Alive: Discovering the Coelacanth, by Sally M. Walker.

I loved it. I had never even heard of coelacanths before, but this book fascinated me. It told the story of an incredible animal, long thought to be extinct, that had somehow survived for millions of years! It was nothing like any fish I had ever learned about before. I already had a casual interest in marine biology that I can thank PBS Kids and Wild Kratts for (particularly their episode on sperm whales and giant squid, I loved that episode), but this book took it to a new level. I wanted to be a marine biologist so I could learn more about coelacanths.

Like a lot of things when you're 7, that was a phase. Unlike a lot of phases, this one I came back to. After taking a break from my dreams of being a marine biologist to experience the hell that is middle school, one day I pulled a book off my shelf. I hadn't read it in a while. When I picked it up again, I remembered how incredible this animal was, and how much it had inspired me when I was younger, and those thoughts of becoming a marine biologist started to return. I'm in college now studying marine science, and I brought the book with me to school, where it sits next to two other science books that have inspired me (My Friends the Wild Chimpanzees by Jane Goodall and The Sea Around Us by Rachel Carson).

Earlier this year, I was thinking about how much this one book had changed my life and I wondered if I could find Ms. Walker and thank her. I knew she had many other science books for younger audiences, and even another book about coelacanths, so I was sure she had a website of some kind, and I was right. So I found her contact page and wrote her an email explaining the impact her book had had on my life, and thanking her for it. And to my surprise, she responded! She was very kind and we sent a few emails back and forth. She gave me some excellent advice and even told me about some of the people she contacted while researching her book, including Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer herself, the person who rediscovered the coelacanth when it was thought to be extinct! I'll never forget how she took the time to respond to me and how encouraging she was.

But Ms. Walker isn't the only one I have to thank for pointing me toward the path I'm on right now. If I hadn't already loved reading, if I hadn't seen any show or video to make me interested in marine biology, if the library didn't have a pile of books for anyone to take home, if I had lost that book during one of our many moves as a kid, I don't know what I'd be doing right now. There were a lot of things that happened to make it so that I found this book, but I'm glad for every single one of them. They led to me learning about an incredible animal and changed the course of my life. And now, I love coelacanths.

#long post #bee talks #my post #coelacanth #i love coelacanths #omg guys its the long awaited ilovecoelacanths backstory post #it came out kinda sappy lmao but whatever im gonna post it even though its so cheesy #ugh i hate being genuine and showing emotion on the internet it makes me feel so cringe. but whatever. cringe is dead so #also wow look at that i actually CAN use real grammar when i want to #not a single smiley face emoticon in this whole post. why did i do that. i like my little guys #here. here's one. :]

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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— DID YOU FORGOT ?

# kyojuro rengoku

synopsis : kyojuro convinces himself that you and the others have forgotten his birthday. is it true though?

tags : gn!reader, tiny bit of angst, fluff, birthday celebration.

a/n : i wanted to post it earlier but things got in the way and i finished writing it too late 😭 but at least i posted something for kyojuro’s birthday, even if it’s 2 days late. it’s shorter than originally planned & probably a bit cringey, but anyway, enjoy <3 + new format guys !!!!

kyojuro never meant to say to everyone when was his birthday. if they asked him, well of course he would reply. you were the one to inform all the other pillars and convinced them to celebrate it. after all, kyojuro was loved and appreciated by all of them.

this had been going on for a couple of years, and he wasn’t annoyed by the others knowing. that’s why he was confused now.

you were going on with your day as usual, you wished him a good day and then left for training. nothing else.

did they forgot?

that’s what he thought. could you really forget his birthday after the exceptional efforts you always put for his special day in the past years? impossible, ... right?

when kyojuro met uzui, he basically did the same. “ah, rengoku! flashy as always, i see. have a good day,” he smiled down at his friend before walking away.

tengen usually put kyojuro in the spotlight on his birthday, but today was different, it was odd.

did i do something to disrespect him?

the same scene repeated itself with mitsuri and shinobu too. they simply greeted him and went on with their chatting, kind of ignoring him at this point.

are they upset with me?

kyojuro spent the whole day training alone, and he found difficult to concentrate completely on the task at hand. now this is very strange. the way you and the others treated him today was unusual, especially for you and mitsuri. birthday or not, you two always expressed freely how happy you were to have kyojuro around. you didn’t even kissed him three times before exiting the house.

you usually kissed him three times every day, five on his birthday. it was some kind of habit before exiting the house.

kyojuro tried to think what happened in the past few days, to see if he actually did something to make you all act that way.

in conclusion, he couldn’t notice anything wrong in what he did or said. was it something that was fine with him, but wrong for the others then? he always tried his best to respect the others and be kind.

maybe i forgot something important…

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“i feel so bad!” mitsuri cried, sitting beside shinobu. “he looked so sad!” obanai simply watched her, somehow jealous for her concern over another male, but then he remembered she was talking about rengoku.

“why are we here.. again?” muichiro glanced at the others, his expression showing that he wasn’t exactly listening to their conversation. “tokito-kun! it’s kyojuro’s birthday, and we’re preparing a surprise party for him,” you explained with a smile, showing that you weren’t annoyed for his forgetfulness. it wasn’t his fault.

“i hope he comes home soon, i’m tired,” sanemi muttered, staring out at the sky. it was getting darker and stars would start to appear soon. “shinazugawa-san, show some respect,” shinobu glanced at him.

you were a bit nervous. hearing them talk actually helped you stay put. you feared kyojuro would be too upset to celebrate, accusing you for being childish or something like that. but kyojuro wasn’t like that, was he?

when you finally heard the door open, you signalled for everyone to stay silent. your heart was beating so fast you feared everyone could hear it clearly. well, tengen certainly could.

“darling! i’m back,” kyojuro announced, his voice less lively than usual. you nervously took a deep breath before replying, “living room!”

after a few moments, you could hear his footsteps getting closer and then he appeared. he just slid the door open when everyone shouted “happy birthday!”, surprising your boyfriend.

“oh… thank you everyone!” he replied, smiling timidly. the tone was the same, but it visibly hid some embarrassment.

mitsuri jumped to her feet and ran to him, hugging him. “i’m so sorry, rengoku-san! i tried my best to ignore you but i feel so bad now!” she confessed, making the others chuckle. “no problem, kanroji-san. i guess it was worth it, yeah?” kyojuro glanced at you, smiling.

once mitsuri let him go, you walked closer and timidly kissed his lips before whispering a little ‘sorry’. he caressed your cheek before glancing more closely to the others. they were all here, to celebrate his birthday. finally, his chest felt lighter and he was relieved.

“i’m glad you are all here!” he flashed them a smile before looking at you once again, his eyes were shining. “thank you, darling,” he kissed your forehead before you felt your cheeks heating up.

ignoring kyojuro for the whole day t was a challenge for you too, but as he said, it was worth it.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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theerurishipper · 8 months

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If people can excuses Marinette being 14 and stressed for whatever she's doing, then maybe they should do the same for Adrien because he too, is a 14 stressed and depressed. Having outburst is normal during the stressed moment but at least when Adrien doing the outburst, he felt sorry or feel guilty. I never see Marinette having an outburst and end with her felt sorry or guilty afterward, the earlier is The Gamer 2.0 where she snapped at Cat Noir for just being a bit late.

Marinette forgetting Cat Noir exist isn't a new development either. As much as I like to dump the whole s5 as a retcon and full of OOCness, Marinette character is the only one that remain constantly the same since s1.

This post seems to be relevant again

https://www.tumblr.com/ilikekidsshows/664227445411643392/i-remember-a-while-back-you-talked-about-how?source=share

Yeah, like. This fandom loves to complain about how Marinette has it too hard and how she always gets the short end of the stick, and how Adrien has it easy, and I wonder how they miss the fact that Adrien is an abused child who's practically his father's slave. And yeah, whenever Adrien has an outburst or is in a bad mood, he apologizes. But Marinette never has to do that. Be it Kuro Neko or Glaciator 2, she just snaps and never apologizes. And then the episode ends with Adrien taking the blame somehow??

And yeah, Marinette in Season 4 couldn't be less bothered about Chat Noir. She doesn't spare a thought to him, even when things are about him. And she just expects him to be okay without knowing anything about anything.

The post you linked (this post by @ilikekidsshows) is absolutely correct (I'm pretty sure I've reblogged that before, it's a great read). And you'd think that the show would make her realize that there's more to Chat Noir than he lets on, both through him learning to be more open and vulnerable and her learning to see through his mask (the metaphorical one). But nah, she just... doubles down and their conflict ends with Chat Noir apologizing and forgiving and affirming her again while she doesn't have to do anything or learn anything, because protagonist centered morality demands that Marinette never be wrong about anything ever. And all this leads to the complete fuckery of the Season 5 finale. It's terrible writing, it really is.

Thank you for your ask!

#Meta #My meta #Asks #ML Salt #ML Writing Salt #ML Writers Salt #ML Fandom Salt #Marinette Salt #S5 Finale #Ladynoir conflict

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mecachrome · 4 months

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Hi I would love to hear about the elaborate secret wag au you hinted at in the pastries post if youre up to talking about it. I think I need it injected directly into my veins I love it so much

ok note to self i have to stop calling things elaborate when in reality i mean that i think about them really hard before i fall asleep and then promptly forget anything interesting afterward. but of course i'd love to discuss this very vague universe some more!! :')

honestly this is all an extremely self-indulgent exercise because i'm just a huge sucker for the combined secret relationship + famous/non-famous trope, and i will always read/write it for any ship iteration that presents itself! like there is nothing i love more than understated displays of devotion, especially when it plays into the 4th wall socmed fuckery space of one half being famous and having an otherwise large social profile and the other being very lowkey and resisting any publicity about themselves... in that vein i can't tell whether the concept is super cringe & embarrassing (well i can & i know it is, but the question is whether that is enough to Stop Me!!!) because obviously lando dating some Boring Dude requires a er... certain suspension of disbelief (also sorry for any unintentional disrespect to maxf), but what is fandom for if not making stupid shit up <3

anyway the secretwag concept also developed from two things, 1) how much i enjoy & endorse oscar's private-not-secret relationship philosophy + 2) lando's extreme loyalty to & dependence on all of his childhood relationships, so the idea kind of took root as "what if oscar→lando what lily→oscar (and also kind of what maxf→lando)" but just with more of lando's friendgroup dynamix & his streamer identity folded into the mix. the origins of their rship are what remain the most ambiguous & handwavey 2 me but in short they'd somehow meet when they were younger (maybe oscar is the same age as lando, maybe lando stayed in school longer, maybe oscar moved to the uk earlier and they met during their karting days... idk!!!) except then because of finances oscar decides to go into engineering and gives up on motorsport pretty early on.

(tbh i always struggle with justifying non-driverness in canon divergence fic because i'm like WELL REALISTICALLY oscar would just go into another professional racing category if f1 weren't feasible, BUT ignoring that) i think oscar would objectively be a super adjusted engineering student and would thrive academically / not stew in self-pity about giving up racing, so i really like this idea of like... sure, oscar is One Of The Lads, but unlike most people in lando's life who revolve around his work somehow or otherwise reflect his level of celebrity—drivers, the quadrant team, d-grade influencers & djs & social media personalities—oscar is just... Oscar. he's the smartest person lando knows and his love language is quality time and lando is the one usually doing acts of service for all his friends but oscar always wordlessly & unquestionably reciprocates that for him (lando annoying oscar into giving him a massage every night and oscar conceding immediately like ok... jon who❤️) and while lando has to go out of his way to navigate/manage the emotions of those around him and feels indebted to all his friendships he's never had to do that for oscar because oscar is the steadiest part of his life. and then obviously at some point when they're young dumb & drunk they get fucked up about it and start dating on the dl

(waves hands) anyway IDK but i'm just stuck on the image of like lando at 19 starting his first season of f1 and being raw and uncertain of himself and constantly catastrophizing about the future and trying to build out his brand and prove himself, and even like maxf is racing full-time that year, but at least he has oscar who's away at uni (in slightly aged up verse) and shows up at his place every weekend to ground him... like oscar never sugarcoats anything OR doubts himself OR needs lando to be any less open about his irrational fears so lando is like damnnn your cringefail earnestness and clear-eyed perspective of reality has kind of bewitched me *momentarily healed* etc. ft. domestic bants & the birth of master baker oscarpastry when covid hits and everything goes virtual & they quarantine together... lando starts streaming regularly and there's just this random dude in the background of half his streams and chat is like "???" every time like. Who is that + Why is he australian + Why is he cooking you dinner at 1am. his only social media profile is a private ig page with 50 followers.

+ after grad they keep living together and oscar becomes a wfh developer and i imagine him being very financially steady and self-sufficient but also like... deeply LAZY, so he has 0 ambition or intention to chase anything more demanding and is happy to just do his boring software job + be lando's househusband after hours LOL. like bringing lando pastries at quadrant shoots (ty chel 4 this image) between dull code reviews & expertly ducking away from the landolog camera & letting lando drive them around in his stupid gimmick cars and just generally toeing the line perfectly of being invested in lando's success and caring as deeply about motorsport as he does and even kicking his ass in iracing sometimes because he's kept up with sim racing but also keeping his ego in check and not making him engage in the world/politics/circus of f1 more than he has the capacity for on their off-weekends *__* finally lando is like babe i need to go commit tax fraud in monaco and oscar is just like ❤️ ok ❤️ we can move out tomorrow ❤️ and they find a tiny flat that's deeply overpriced but it's Them and it works. oscar plans his days off so he can go to half the races but nobody ever even notices him because the photographers don't know he exists.... except for maxv who lives in their building and met oscar once and was immediately like I Respect You #fellowsimracer so now whenever he sees oscar they get caught up in a conversation for like 30 minutes about random nerd shit and lando is very discombobulated about it every time. on the other hand maxf has been trying to be chill about lando of all people having been in a healthy committed relationship for the past 6-ish years so he frequently gets into trouble for making bad jokes about their sex life on stream that everyone thinks is them being homophobic etc. etc. ANYWAY YOU GET THE GIST OF IT!!!

#ask #this is so so stupid i'm sorry. but personally idt there can ever be enough secret relationship fic <3

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cherryo · 2 years

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Hey I got a request! Can you do a Raph *ROTTMNT* x reader that goes from Fluff to smut? That’s all I know weird request but I’m bored :p

please and thank you!

~ From THATONEROTTMNTFAN💋

hi sweetheart!!! you’re my first ever requestor, so i wanted to make sure it was the best <33 im sorry it took so long, i have two jobs and was pretty busy this week but i worked on it any chance i got!!! this is also my very first smut ive written!

genre: fluff to smut

pairing: Rise! Raph x reader

word count: 2,363 !!reader has fem genitalia but they/them pronouns are used and chest was used as a ambigous term!!

warnings: cursing, explicit themes, it’s post movie but no spoilers or mentions of canon movie edits, its simply so Raph is over 18 (it’s about 3 years after, so both reader and Raph are 20! considering Raph is 17 in the movie :)) no big kinks other than size kinks as i didnt want to push too hard and make anyone uncomfortable :)) its sorta proof-read but not entirely but i hope you enjoy!!

Boredom had its grip on you, forcing you to lay on your couch in the apartment you shared with your best friend April. You kept thinking about things to do, nothing seemed appealing right now and you had tried to sleep, multiple times.

Praying to someone hoping you’d be cured of your boredom, you heard your phone go off. Leaning over the couch to grab it, it had fallen off earlier and you were too lazy to grab it when it originally fell.

Checking your notifications you saw that Raph had texted you, wondering if you had wanted to have a Jupiter Jim movie marathon. Moving quickly to unlock your phone and text him back saying that he was your savior and that you’d love to come watch Jupiter Jim with him. Jumping up from your position on the couch, throwing on whatever you deemed comfortable enough for movie watching. You had just made it down the ladder when you were met face to face with the savior himself, Raph. you smiled at him and he returned with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen, he went to open his mouth to say something then promptly closed it again, his face going red.

“Yes, Raph?” you prompted him, giving him another tiny smile. you were still holding onto the ladder, waiting patiently for him to get what he wanted out. You always waited for him, sometimes all he needed was a minute and you understood that.

“Uhm,,,,,did you perhaps want me to carry ya? To the lair that is, if you don't want to I understand. You don't have to say yes if ya don’t wanna,,,,,” he stumbled and paused every few words, he was so cute when he was flustered.

“Sure Raph, I would love to be carried to the lair,” you giggled, it wasn't a rare occurrence that he was flustered by you. Knowing him for three years and dating for 6 months didn't do too much, he was still as nervous and a little awkward when it came to couple-y things. You knew he just needed time to be able to get used to the cutesy things he wanted to do, and he was definitely worth the wait.

Smiling brightly at your agreeance to being carried, he picked you up in one fell swoop. Impressed by the fact that he could carry you on one arm, you gave him a forehead kiss.

“Woooow you're such a strong man, Raph! I love my big strong buff boyfriend,” teasing him slightly, making him go even redder, if that was even possible.

“Thank you, Darlin,” he mumbled, still very flustered at the whole situation. Finally making it to the lair, he set you down as gently as he could. He always worried he would end up forgetting how strong he was and that you’d somehow end up hurt from his hands.

Even though you constantly reassured him that there's no way he could hurt you unless he seriously wanted to, you’ve seen him petting the small stray cats, he’s nothing but a gentle giant.

“Mikey’s in the kitchen if you want to go an’ say hi,” he said while looking at you, snapping you out of your dream state. He looked at you concerned after you did not respond immediately “hello?” waving his giant hand in front of your face, finally coming back to the real world you simply nodded to his comment about saying hi to Mikey.

When you guys got to the kitchen, seeing Mikey by the stove cooking some kind of soup. Walking over to him you noticed, he had made you guys some pizza bites and mozzarella sticks. “Hi Mikey!!” you yelled right into his ear just to spook him, laughing over his girlish scream. He turned and started laughing with you when he realized who it was, he dragged you into a giant hug lifting you off the ground with ease.

“Okay Mikey, you can put them down now” Raph let out a big huff, you caught his eyes noticing how dark they had gotten.

“Awww is poor, tough, Raph jealous of his baby brother hugging his partner?” somehow, Leo had walked into the kitchen unnoticed. Quite unlike Leo to be making quiet entrances, but the way he was teasing Raph only made Raph more upset.

“Hush Leo, he probably is just ready for the movie marathon and I'm keeping us from watching it,” you snickered, you knew what was going through Raph's mind but you had already teased the poor man enough. Raph had come over to grab your arm and the food, grumbling about something you couldn't hear. You snickered slightly, knowing Raph doesn't usually get grumbly at his brothers must mean that he really needs you. Grabbing his bicep gently, pulling his attention back on you, you gave him a soft smile indicating it was okay. His face softened, smiling sheepishly he realized he was being childish wanting you to not be happy around his brothers.

“Im sorry, i’m just ready to lay in my bed and watch movies with you,,,,,” he trailed off, nodding his head in the direction of his room.

“It’s okay Raph, if anything i found your reaction funny” you reassured him, he sighed with relief while opening the door to his room to let you in.

you scurried in and jumped on his bed, making his sheets and pillows float up for a second. He just laughed at you, putting the snacks and drinks up, following suit and jumping on the bed next to you. You scream-laughed at him, worried you were going to get squashed but happy he was relaxed again.

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You guys had already watched three movies out of the Jupiter Jim series, every now and again on a scene you both had deemed ‘boring’ to have a make out session (Raph had reminded you in between kisses that no part of the Jupiter Jim movies were boring). Raph being Raph, he was incredibly gentle with you, he kissed you like you were glass. No matter how many times in the past you had stated you wanted him to stop and just let go when you guys were being intimate, he never did, he was so worried about hurting you.

It started with the light kisses turning into the heavy makeout with petting and caressing, Raph had you trapped between his body and his bed. One of his hands held you around the waist to keep you close while the other was roaming around your body, deciding to rest it in your hair. The whole time he was whispering sweet-nothings into your ear saying just how beautiful you were under him, and how you tasted so sweet.

“Do you uhm,,,,” Raph took in a breath, breaking the kiss “do you want to stay like this or go further?”

You grew red at what he was implying, but did you really want to go further? Yes, yes you did, you know anything with Raph will be amazing. Including sex.

“Yes Raph, i want to go further,” you brought him back into another heated kiss, him gasping slightly at you being a bit dominant. He got back into the groove of things after a second of being shocked, he tugged slightly at your shirt, indicating that he wanted it off. You pulled back to look him in the face, his eyes asking the question.

Nodding a silent yes to his question, Raph leaned back so you could sit up properly. As you were taking it off you heard a strained noise, as soon as you got it off Raph pushed you back. He started by kissing your neck and sucking hickey by hickey, slowly making his way down to your chest. He kissed your chest gently at first and only started getting more aggressive and more aggressive in his kisses, leaving little love bites here and there littered on your soft skin.

He stopped his attack on your chest to put his forehead, he sighed shakily not knowing what other to do than to look you in the eyes. He kept opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how to. You gave him a look that said go on, he looked away and finally spoke.

“Darling, if i keep goin i don't know if i can hold myself back” he wants to go absolutely feral for you, but he knows he can't, he knows he’s big and he knows it would hurt so bad for you. He wants so badly to just fuck you into the bed, to hear you be able to make no other noises than moans and whimpers.

“I wanna make you feel so good, darling” he whimpered, he could feel your whole body heating up with the way he was talking to you. “Please Raph, i don't care if you don't hold yourself back, if anything i want you to go for it,” gasping at the way he violently started back up his attacks on your chest mid sentence, slowly making his way down to your center leaving more hickies and love bites in his wake. You seemingly made his resolve break with just that sentence.

He ripped both your pants and underwear down at the same time, showing he was more than ready. Gasping at the cool air, you moaned at the action. Raph had made his way between your legs, licking and sucking on your inner thighs, gently holding you legs up so they wouldn't be resting on his spiky shell.

"You sound so pretty darlin’" he said while looking up at you from between your legs, you blushed not used to your Raph being so flirtatious.

He slowly made his way to your center, giving kisses and love bites to your inner thighs as he went up, as soon as he got to his destination he started sucking on your button.

"Oh fuuuu-" you got caught off as a moan bubbled up, Raph had inserted one of his thick fingers inside of you, twisting and hooking.

"Please Raph, I need you" you begged, grabbing onto one his hands that held your legs up. You needed his cock, you needed him. You didn't know how much longer you could go on with just his teasing.

“Sorry dear, but i have to stretch you out first and make sure you’re all ready to take me, Im not taking the chance of hurting you more than it already will,” he had stopped his ministrations, he looked sternly at you silently telling you he was not budging on this.

He made you cum multiple times, telling you how good you were being for him and he couldnt wait to fuck you. Finally, he decided you were ready to take him, he made his way up to be face to face with you. He hovered over you, realizing just how tiny you were compared to him. Hell, he covered you with space on both sides of his shoulders. God. he didn't know why that made him harder but it did, he grabbed his cock and started slowly guiding it into you.

He watched your face for any pain, as soon as it twisted up he stopped and went to pull back out only to be stopped by your hand grabbing his bicep.

“Please keep going, please Raphi can take it,” you begged, looking at him in what he can only describe as pleasure and a twinge of pain. He felt really bad about hurtin you, but god was this feeling so fucking addictive, the way your cunt was suckin him in. the way you begged him to just fuck you anyways despite the pain, forgetting just how big he was he thrusted into you fully. However with how big he was and how small you were, he wasn't able to fully sheath into you, that made him want to just fuck you even harder.

“Please move,,, raph” moaning his name, the second you asked he start thrustin, he didnt need to be told twice. Finding a rhythm that was good for him, he was dead set on making you feel good first and foremost. He reached down between the two of you to rub circles on your clit, making you moan the loudest you have all night. He could've cum right then and there just from hearing your moans, he started thrusting harder and faster.

“Oh shit, I'm close raph!” you started meeting your hips to his thrusts, your legs were starting to shake. You were so close and you wanted to cum with him, you could tell he was close. His hips and thrusts faltering, he started moaning your name like crazy, telling you how good you were and how good you felt. He was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and sloppier by the second, he wanted to cum inside you so bad but opted to pull out. He made sure you came before he pulled out, the way you shook pushed him over the edge, quickly pulling out and cumming all over your stomach and thighs.

Both of you were breathing heavily and flushed, skin hot to the touch and slick with sweat. You smiled at him, reaching up to caress his face, mask discarded sometime during this moment. He looked at you with so much love, he leaned down to kiss your forehead and nose before sitting up. “I'm going to go grab a towel and water, i'll be right back,” you knew he wouldn't be gone for long, and you were right within five minutes he was back with a towel, water and snacks, along with some fresh clothes.

“Yknow, instead of just drying ya off we could just take a shower,” turning to look at you with a certain glint in his eye telling you, you were not going to sleep anytime soon. You jumped up and raced him to the bathroom, squealing and giggling as he ran after you.

God, this turtle was going to be the death of you, but man you can't help but love him and be excited for the future ahead of you.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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When I fold, you see the best in me The joker and the queen

Companion piece to One Night

You see the fall coming. It starts the week before Sharon’s anniversary. Vince becomes more subdued, his mood brittle. He cancels plans, ignores your texts, dodges your calls. This time of year it’s hard for him, you understand that more than most.

You give him his space, whatever issues he needs to work out they aren’t with you and you don’t want to put that additional pressure on his shoulders. He has enough to think about with both Bode and Luke.

It’s late when he comes by your office. You’re standing in front of the whiteboard surveying the latest helicopter surveillance images of the forest.

The reason you were selected for this posting was because of your experience shutting down weed farms in the Appalachian Mountains, the strains that were coming out of there were potent, too potent for the kids whose hands they were finding their way into. High levels of THC were causing psychotic breaks in users as young as twelve years old.

Then there was the violence. A family of eight had been found slaughtered across three of their properties, each one containing a ransacked grow. You’d managed to catch the perpetrators as they off loaded the product to local contacts.

You’d been brought in when something similar had started to occur in the local area, there was a spike in high school students suffering from hallucinations and psychological issues. Three hikers had been killed up in Lakeport after they’d stumbled across a farm during a nature walk and there was some sort of Hatfields/McCoys style feud going on between two rival growers that was spilling out all over the place.

Vince stands beside you as you study the board, his fingers reaching for the yellow magnet you’ve placed over one of the images before he guides it a few miles north.

“I was out there earlier today.” He tells you, his fingertip trailing along the river. “If there is a farm it’s more likely to be here, closer to the water source, there’s less trees so more access to sunlight for the grow.”

“Thank you.” You say softly before writing the coordinates on the board with the marker.

“I’m an asshole.” He says abruptly into the space between you and you sigh, gesturing for him to take a seat on the battered couch that you sometimes nap on.

He winces as he lowers himself down onto the sofa, you can see the stiffness in his movements. You’d heard about the structure collapse over in Elmsdale, it had been an all hands on deck situation for the rescue crews. You note the dust in his hair, the streak of dirt still smeared across his cheek and realise he must have come straight here after his shift ended.

His fingers thread through yours, his thumb chasing over the back of your hand.

“I haven’t been fair to you.” He says quietly. “I’ve ignored you, shut you out…”

“I know why you did it Vince.” You say softly. “You forget that I’ve been through the same thing, that I know what it’s like when a birthday or anniversary comes around. Sometimes cutting yourself off is the only way to get through the day, to survive it.”

That’s the thing Vince forgets about you is that you get it, what he’s going through because you’ve been there before. You’d lost a partner back in Tennessee, the man you’d planned to marry. You still kept that ring in a velvet pouch at the back of your underwear drawer.

Jacob may be gone but his memory still lives on inside of you, the same way that Sharon’s still does in him. You will always treasure the time you spent together but that story is over, it’s time to start making new ones. That’s the part that Vince struggles with, the book is closed but sometimes a couple of pages fall out and he has to confront the loss all over again.

“I felt guilty.” He finds himself telling you. “That by being with you I was somehow betraying her.”

He shakes his head as he purses his lips together.

“Sharon wanted me to move on, she wanted me to be happy.” He says gruffly before he tilts his head up to look at you. “You give me so much joy Annie. I wake up with a smile on my face, I sing in the shower, I’m finally living again and that is because of you, your love, your patience.”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“Just don’t give up on me.” He pleads, his voice breaking just a little. “I’m know I’m messy…”

“Vince…” You sooth, your fingertips trailing along the line of his jaw. “I could never give up on you.”

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teaberrii · 11 months

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Chapter 2: Plan of Attack

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“He knew?”

You and Pom-Pom are sitting at a campus café where workers aren’t humans but slightly floating robots. One of them glides by just as you finish telling Pom-Pom about what happened earlier with Dan Heng and Gepard.

“Apparently,” you answer.

Maybe you shouldn’t be that surprised. You and Pom-Pom were getting a lot of curious stares.

Pom-Pom slightly leans forward and says, “Look on the bright side. We’ve made such an impression he won’t be able to forget us now!”

This isn't the first time you followed someone around to get some more information on them. You just never got caught. But, hey, there's a first for something. It's all about how you proceed from here, and you have a relatively decent idea.

"You're right. But it won't help if we keep sticking together like this. You're human now, Pom, which means you can do a lot more than you usually can."

He smiles. “Oh, I think I know what you’re trying to say. So, while you take on Mr. Tall and Handsome, I’ll take on Ms. Sunshine and Smiles. But, do we have a plan of attack?"

Well, first things first. You need to become more than just acquaintances with Dan Heng.

“...We do."

“We do?”

It happened when he was staring at you. You got a glimpse into his deepest desires.

It’s one of your many tricks. By staring into someone’s eyes long enough, you can choose to see their deepest desires. And, with a snap of your fingers, you can bring them to life.

There’s only one downfall.

It doesn't last, and when the magic starts wearing off, the person is left to fend for themselves in the aftermath. You've seen people try to save their relationships and salvage the riches you granted them. But without your magic, they lost it all anyway.

"He wants to find a cure for an illness called The Withering," you say.

"What in the world is that?"

"Good question, my dear Pom. That's what I'm going to find out. But, before any of that"—you take your two phones from your bag—”you need to learn how to use a phone.”

He takes one of your old phones you kept from a past job from you. “Easy-peasy!”

“We also need to figure out where we’re going to live while we’re here..."

"I'm always down for a five-star hotel."

You give Pom a deadpan look just when you hear, "...Yeah, I’m having trouble renting it out.”

You look over your shoulder while Pom-Pom looks past you and sees two students sitting at the table behind you.

“It’s probably because you priced it too high,” her friend says.

“But I have to if I want to get a return on it. It’s in one of the best neighbourhoods in the city. Of course, I’m going—”

The girl suddenly stops. She and her friend turn and see you and Pom-Pom smiling at them.

"Hi," you say cheerily. "We… heard you have a place you want to rent out."

The girl raises a brow. “Are you two students here?”

“Are you only renting it to students?”

The girls look at each other. “...Can you afford the rent?”

“What if… I can offer you something better?”

By the end of the conversation, you and Pom somehow talked your way to a new place while granting this girl a temporary fix to her grades to get her into the program she wants abroad.

Once you and Pom leave the café, it’s almost evening.

“You go ahead. I have something I still have to do," you say.

“Are you going to prey on more innocent mortals?"

"If it means getting what I want, then yes."

"I’ll see you back at our new apartment then!”

And then you and Pom-Pom part ways.

You spend some of your time familiarizing yourself with the large campus, which in your opinion, is far too big. You also make sure to drop by the student registration office.

“Can I help you?” a dull voice asks. The man at the desk doesn’t even look at you.

“...I want to register as a student here.”

That gets his attention. He doesn’t raise his head but looks up at you. “...Riiight. You do know there’s a process, right? And it doesn’t involve waltzing in here just asking to be admitted. Who are you, anyway?” You put your hands on the table and lean slightly closer. Startled, the man quickly asks, “What are you doing? Don't make me call security.”

A small pause.

“Sir, is it just me or are you unhappy with your job? You think you deserve a promotion, a raise, but management doesn’t think you’re doing enough.”

The man quickly stands. “Sec—”

“I can get you that raise if you do me a favour, that is.”

The man narrows his eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was a God?”

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Dan Heng is looking at his textbook, yet his mind keeps wandering… to you.

He’d sensed something was strange when he saw some odd looks on some of the students’ faces when he walked by. They looked like they were curious or focused on something. So, Dan Heng had subtly turned and caught a glimpse of you and a tall man dressed in a butler suit.

Were you students rehearsing for something? Was that why you were dressed so… uniquely? Dan Heng shrugged off the thought, but it was when he sensed you were following his small group of friends that he knew something was off. What did you want? Why were you following them? He thought about calling you out, but he didn’t want to make a scene. Not when you didn’t seem threatening.

It wasn’t until you talked to him at the store that he saw it.

A sparkle? A shine? Dan Heng still doesn’t know how to explain it. Whatever it was, it had appeared in your eyes, and he suddenly felt… naked. Yet, it was also strangely compelling. It drew him in and aroused his curiosity.

“...Hey!” Dan Heng looks forward and sees Gepard looking at him. “You okay?”

“...Yeah. Did you say something?”

Gepard then repeats his question, and Dan Heng helps his friend solve the question he's stuck on. That's when Gepard asks, "Are you thinking about that woman today?"

“What woman?”

Gepard smiles slightly. "Don't play dumb. You know who I'm talking about. The one at the store."

“...What makes you think I’m thinking about her?”

“Well, you kept staring at her after she left.”

Dan Heng closes his textbook. “Did you see something in her eyes?”

Gepard raises a brow. “Um, no?”

“...Her eyes. They were… I think they were sparkling.”

“Whoa, there, Lover Boy.” Gepard laughs. “You don’t even know her name yet.”

Dan Heng frowns. “Don’t call me by such ridiculous nicknames.”

Gepard looks past his friend. "Here's a thought." Then, he nods toward the library entrance. “Why don’t you go ask her about it?”

Dan Heng looks over his shoulder and sees you do a facial recognition scan to enter the library. He turns back and sees Gepard smiling at him.

“...No.”

“From what I saw today, you made her feel uncomfortable,” Gepard reasons. Dan Heng sighs and awkwardly looks away. “Maybe you can make up for it.” Gepard packs up his things. I should get going. I’m meeting my family for dinner tonight. I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

As Gepard leaves, Dan Heng sees you walk into one of the aisles.

You’re looking through the rows and rows of books when you find one that sounds useful. If you’re going to pass as a student here, it’s time to brush up on your knowledge about this place. You reach for the book, but it’s just a little out of your grasp. That’s when someone reaches out behind you and grabs it off the shelf. You turn around, surprised at who you saw.

“So now you’re the one following me?”

“...I guess we’re even.” Dan Heng hands you the book, and you take it from him. Then, without looking away, he says, “I apologize if I made you uncomfortable today.”

Your eyes widen slightly. Huh. That's not what you're expecting. Well, you don't know what to expect, but certainly not an apology.

"...I apologize, too. I shouldn't have followed you, but I do have my reasons."

Is that a small smile you saw? Well, whatever it was, it's gone as soon as it came.

You clear your throat and say your name. “I’m also a chemistry major. One of my professors recommended talking to you if I wanted to know more about The Withering.”

You’re hoping to get a reaction out of him. But nothing. Absolutely nothing. His poker face hasn’t changed, making you wonder why that was the desire you saw as they are normally secrets the person doesn’t want others to know.

“It's for an assignment,” you continue.

“...You aren’t going to find much on it.”

“Why not? Surely there must be something—”

“Information is very limited. It only affects a selective amount of people, not enough to get decent funding for substantial research.”

Before you can stop yourself, you ask, "Then why are you researching it?" He looks at you, and you stiffen. "I, uh, I heard from the other students."

His gaze hardens. Did you say something wrong?

He steps toward you, and your back hits the bookshelf behind you. “What if I told you that’s impossible?”

"Are you prepared to face the consequences?"

"...That sounds like a threat, Professor," Dan Heng said.

His professor sighed. "Don't get me wrong, Dan Heng. You're one of our best students, but there's too little information to work with. You'd be risking your graduation if you don't provide valuable research results."

"I understand what I'm getting myself into. But, I still want to take this on. There's been improvements and additional research on diseases similar to The Withering. I won't be starting from nothing."

A small pause.

His professor nodded once. “As long as you understand and agree to the risks, you have my permission. But I do recommend you do one thing. Keep your research private until you have something substantial."

“That information isn't public knowledge," Dan Heng says. "In other words”—he slightly leans towards you and puts one of his hands beside your head and on the shelf just above your head—“you somehow know something that you shouldn’t. How is that possible?”

You hold his gaze, and then he sees it again. That sparkle in your eyes.

“...Your eyes,” he says quietly.

“...What about them?”

Hang on. Does this mean he can… see it? But that’s impossible. You know about the brief flash of light in your eyes when you work your magic. No one has been able to see it. No one but Pom-Pom.

“If you come any closer, I’ll scream.”

Dan Heng steps away from you. “You’ll have better luck doing something else for your assignment.” Then, he turns around and looks over his shoulder. “...See you around.”

As he walks away, you cross your arms.

Who is this guy?

◆◆◆

Pom-Pom looks to the right. To the left. Then, he spins around. Where in the world is he? He takes his phone out of his pocket and taps it.

“Thank you, Cupid, for giving me a dead phone,” he deadpans.

He slides it inside his pocket and takes another look around. People are everywhere, but no matter how much Pom-Pom tries to get their attention, people either avoid him or politely say no.

Just before he leaves the busy square, he sees him. Pom-Pom squints his eyes and almost bumps into someone when he walks toward the blonde-haired man in front of the restaurant.

Pom-Pom almost gasps. Is he saved? Maybe.

Gepard has just parted ways with his sister and parents at the restaurant when he sees a familiar man run up to him. Where has he seen him before?

“Um… can I help you?”

“Gosh, I hope so! I’m friends with the girl you met today. Um... the one at the store?"

Girl…? Gepard suddenly thinks about you, but he doesn’t have a name. “The girl with Dan Heng?"

“Yeah!” Pom takes out the phone you gave him. “My phone's dead, and I’m kind of lost. Could you, well, help a guy out?"

When Gepard learns of the address Pom-Pom needs to get to, he says, “That’s the same apartment I’m staying at.”

Pom gasps. “Really? Then, I'm definitely saved!”

Soon, as the two men walk together, Gepard asks, “Are you going to give me a name?"

"Oh, how rude of me. You can call me Pom."

"Gepard." Then, he asks, "Are you a student?"

“I… graduated already. I was just accompanying Cu—her today.”

“Ah… what did you major in?”

Pom can feel his palms sweat. “...Animal studies.” If Gepard is suspicious, he doesn’t ask. Instead, he smiles. So, Pom takes the opportunity to ask, “Do you know what happened at the store earlier today? I saw your friend looking at her.”

“Oh.” Gepard chuckles. “Beats me. He was telling me about how he saw something in her eyes earlier today.”

“Something in her eyes?”

“Yeah. Like a sparkle or something.”

“...You don’t say.”

Gepard glances at him. “Something wrong?”

“Oh, um, nothing. Did he say anything else about her?”

“Not really. But why are you so interested?”

"Because… she… she told me she wants to be his friend."

Gepard raises a brow. “Is she interested in Dan Heng?”

“Oh, no! Not like that!”

Gepard laughs. “Or… is it you who’s interested in him? Sorry, but he—”

Pom looks almost flustered when he says, “I’m not!”

As they pass a large LED screen, a trailer for a movie starts playing. That’s when Pom sees Stelle. It looks like it’s a trailer for her upcoming movie.

“Are you a fan?”

That’s when he notices Gepard looking from the screen to him.

“Of Stelle? Um, I don’t know a lot about her,” Pom says honestly. “Are you a fan?”

"Would you believe me if I said she, Dan Heng, and I grew up together?"

Pom almost gasps. Does this mean he can use Gepard as a resource?

“Really? What's she like?”

“Quiet and reserved. She’s similar to Dan Heng.” Gepard chuckles.” Fun fact… She got into acting because of him.”

“Did he encourage her?”

“Something like that.”

As much as Pom-Pom wants to keep asking, it might come off as suspicious... if he isn't already.

Gepard points to a tall, extravagant building just across the street. “We’re here.”

Pom looks in that direction. So, that’s going to be you and his home for the next little while.

Once they're standing in front of the entrance, Pom says. “Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime.”

As Gepard watches Pom walk into the building, he slightly narrows his eyes. Animal Studies, huh? Their university doesn’t have a major like that. Gepard thought about calling him out on the lie. Gepard hoped he’d get a slip-up or a hint why, but then Pom brought up you and Dan Heng.

Do you have something to do with it?

Gepard walks into the building and heads up to his floor. When he enters the suite, he sees Dan Heng at his desk with his desk light on.

“You’re back,” Dan Heng says without looking at him.

Gepard closes the door. “Don’t tell me you spent almost the entire evening hunched over your desk. Did you eat? I brought you some food."

Dan Heng closes his notebook and stretches. Then, he spins his chair around to face Gepard, who puts the bag of food on the table. “I spent some time at the library with her.”

“...And?”

“I thought you’d tease me about it,” he deadpans.

Gepard sighs and sits on the couch. “You know that guy she was with? The one who was dressed like some kind of butler?”

“...Yeah.”

“He lives in the same building as us.” Gepard turns to his friend. “...He said he graduated, but his major doesn't exist at our university."

Suddenly, they hear a loud thud coming from the floor above.

"Well, he's not the only one who's suspicious," Dan Heng says. "This woman knows things she shouldn't."

“That doesn’t sound eerie at all.”

“She knows I’m researching The Withering.”

"How?"

“My question exactly.”

Another thud. The men look up but decide to ignore it again.

“...While I was talking to her, I saw it again,” Dan Heng continues.

“That sparkle?”

He nods.

Gepard sighs. “They’re suspicious… but it doesn't feel like they’re dangerous. Does that make sense?”

Regardless if it does or not, Dan Heng thinks the same.

Another thud.

Gepard looks up. “Geez, what’s going on up there?”

◆◆◆

Pom stumbles with the couch he’s helping you move, and it lands with a thud on the floor. Unable to hold onto it anymore, you carefully let it go, except it still lands with an audible thud.

"Wow, Pom, I never thought you'd make such a useful friend so quickly."

Pom has just finished telling you about his encounter and conversation with Gepard. Then, Pom smiles. "I guess it's my charm."

You almost roll your eyes. Then, as you start mopping, "Well, this makes our job easier."

"You know... what if Dan Heng and Stelle are already seeing each other?"

You set the mop upright and lean against it. "Then, why would Himeko assign this to us?"

Pom sighs. "Yeah... I guess you're right." Then, he chuckles. “Maybe you can pretend to be Stelle's biggest fan and get Dan Heng to introduce you.”

"I doubt that’d work.”

“Why?”

“...Dan Heng doesn’t seem like the type who’d do something like that.”

You nod at Pom to take the other side, and the two of you start moving the couch back but not without it gently hitting the floor a few times.

“You only met him once! How do you know?”

“Well, we had a little chat in the library.”

Pom gasps and almost lets go of his side of the couch.

“Pom!”

“Oh, sorry!” He quickly picks it up. “...That reminds me… Gepard said Dan Heng saw a sparkle in your eyes.”

“...Yeah. He mentioned that.”

“But how is that possible? I thought I'm the only one who can see it. Do you think this means something?"

“I don’t think this is happening without reason,” you say. "You were the only one who could see it, but we never figured out why. If we did... maybe we'd have a hint as to why this random human is able to see it."

"Here's a thought. What if... Dan Heng isn't human?"

"Then, what is he? A robot? A God? I doubt it, Pom. If he was a God, he'd be on the Astral Express."

"But, I'm not a God! I still don't know who I really am, but I was on the Astral Express."

You slowly put the couch down. "But the point still stands. If he isn't human, he'd probably be on the train."

Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door. You and Pom glance at each other.

"...Do you have any idea who that could be?" he asks.

"No idea," you say, walking over to the door. "But why are you picking up a pillow?"

"For self-defence!" Then, he walks over but stays behind you. "I got your back."

You almost roll your eyes. Then, you open the door, and you instantly freeze.

The shock on Dan Heng's face is gone as quickly as it came, but it's as if you're reading each other's minds.

“What are you doing here?”

Chapter 3

End notes:

I keep writing Gepard and Geopard, and I can just feel it's going to sneak into one of my chapters one day... and I'm going to miss it.

Also, I don't know why, but I strangely feel pressure when writing this. Maybe it's because it's after MBIMC. But I'm afraid it's not going to be as interesting, but I'll try my best. :>

Tag list: @suoshiii @lordbugs @seirenspinel @lxry-chxn @tanspostsblog @theprinceofkhaos @nqctre

#dan heng x y/n #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng #honkai star rail dan heng #dan heng fluff

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i-do-a-little-drawing · 1 year

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I may have a red dwarf theory/head canon about Rimmer, and why he never seems to adapt, learn or change (especially in earlier seasons)

(I have not yet watched the last 2 seasons, if there is something in canon that directly refutes anything I say here please let me know!!)

Rimmer is a hologram, a ‘copy’ of the person he used to be whilst living. He has the memories, personality, everything the original had, but it is still a fact that the original is dead and the hologram is a copy. These holograms were created to boost crew morale on the ship, but cannot go away from the ship (in soft light form, which is what he was originally programmed to be) without being in that huge cage, seen in ‘thanks for the memory’.

To me, this says that holograms are meant to be temporary ways of staving off a crew’s grief until the ship is docked, so that everyone keeps working, and once they go home the fact that they really can’t see this person again begins to hit. They are supposed to be copies that temporarily fill the void that death leaves until it would no longer inconvenience Jupiter mining co.

A hologram would need to be backed up somehow, to have its data saved from new memories it makes post mortem, because if something goes wrong and the hologram thinks it only just died it does nothing to stave off a crew’s grief, since it is even more obvious that the person is really dead.

But large changes in a hologram’s behaviours would also potentially ruin the effect. Even if the change is organic, ie. the hologram learns not to do something they always do or picks up a new habit, the mourning party would see the change as inorganic, believe that the hologram is not truly the person who died, and the holograms purpose would be lost.

So, the most reasonable thing to do would be to update the memories, but prevent any major changes to a hologram’s personality that may be obtained post-mortem. Artificially staying the same is far less noticeable than any sort of change, and holograms are meant to be a temporary solution. It’s not like a hologram will be sustained by the ship for decades, there’s no reason to allow for growth!

Enter the extraordinary circumstance of Rimmer’s situation.

In many episodes, he seems to start to learn to be less of an asshole, only for the next episode to forget all of this potential growth and continue acting the same way. Red dwarf is not truly episodic, the characters remember and reference things that happened in the past constantly, and adapt to them for better or worse. One instance of a character’s personality changing (also the only one I can think of rn) is Kryten, who goes from a simple service droid to becoming an individual, developing a clingy and sneaky demeanour appearing in season 7 which you wouldn’t imagine from season 2 Kryten.

Kryten is not reliant on the ship or Holly, and he does almost all of his own maintenance, but Rimmer (especially soft light Rimmer) is reliant on the ship for everything. This means he will be backed up multiple times, and each time, his personality will revert to ‘normal’.

This is why I think that trying to get Rimmer to stop being such an asshole is like drawing blood from a stone in many of the earlier seasons (though we do eventually see some growth after he becomes hard light and Ace).

Even if he has learnt to be better (or fundamentally different to how he was when he was alive), he will unlearn it. It doesn’t matter how much he wants to change.

He can’t.

#red dwarf #arnold rimmer

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dearweirdme · 8 months

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I wasn't planning on talking anymore but I wanted to send you something to hopefully counter all of the doubters that were bumming you out. 😊 People react very emotionally right away when something like this happens, and I think they should at least take time to process everything before getting into any discussions. This isn't even our first round of shenanigans this year. I've been a Taekooker for a long time and the outV/outJK hate campaign has been around at least as long so this is not my first or second rodeo. They almost always follow the same pattern. The Taennope situation is the one outlier and while a lot of people were panicking immediately after the Paris video, most eventually came back around because the weirdness of the whole thing is obvious to the point media play started being the only explanation that makes sense. Features that are almost always present are a combo of real pics/videos and edited or fake photos/videos that get debunked, a lot get debunked very quickly. What they try to pass of as "proof" usually hides the identities somehow, no recognizable or only partially visible faces, blurring, facing away from the camera, or obstructed view. There's always coordination between multiple accounts that start posting everything together, they often end up contradicting each other or overplay their hand by embellishing too much and adding something that is very obviously untrue. One of the most interesting things to me about the most recent shenanigans is the similarities in the "proof" to JK's "scandal" in 2019. What we got first was a pictures of CC camera footage that showed JK backhugging a woman. This actually showed visible and identifiable faces. It was definitely him. I engaged a lot more on Twitter at the time and was in a group chat with a few big accounts and that day was a crazy one, because the accounts that started the rumor tagged us personally. I think they thought we'd freak out and spread it, but we all kept it in the chat and didn't make any public posts. Soon enough the rumor was officially denied, and the woman involved posted a letter saying they were just friends and she apologized for upsetting anyone (which she shouldn't have had to do). Maybe it's because I saw that go down in real time from a front row seat that the recent smear campaign doesn't get to me. I find the whole thing questionable in the same way every incident has been. Except this time Jungkook actually addressed it almost immediately and while talking directly to us. I've seen some imply he said "I don't have a girlfriend" (three times apparently "I don't have any girlfriend") as some sort of half-truth skirting around him having a gf when the video was shot but not now, but I don't think he would say that if he thought there was a risk anything was going to come up that would make it look like he tried to lie to his own fans. If that was a risk I think he would have just stayed quiet about it, and he certainly would have been advised to stay quiet by the company. I also think him expressing relief at having said that is very interesting. How long has he wanted to say something like that. I trust Jungkook. I put my trust in him over a group of people spreading these things, whether they are all real/some real/all fake, for one purpose: to hurt him by turning his fans against him. None of this is reason enough for me to doubt everything I've seen in Taekook. Earlier you said "I have a pretty clear idea in my head on how everything fits together", I feel that. I debunk a lot of Taekook for myself, but there's still a lot that is undeniable for me and I have everything lined up with receipts when it comes to them. The foundation of my belief just doesn't shake that easily. Thank you for posting pictures of them recently, because I think it's very easy for some to forget why they were here in the first place when there is so much confusion.

Hi anon!

Thanks for this ask! I very much agree with you on all points.

#taekook #shenanigans #i’m not going to engage much in this today

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celestialsarcasm · 1 year

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hard to hate you

baron zemo x reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You’re an Avenger, so of course, you and Baron Zemo exist in a state of mutual hatred. Or at least, you’re supposed to. It’s the natural order of things. Too bad you lose sight of that a bit more each time you end up in his bed…

Tags/Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of fluff at the end, but mostly smut, dom!zemo, sub!reader, enemies to lovers, piv sex, dubcon (not really, but maybe? just in case?), dirty talk, degradation, condescension, name calling, choking, praise kink, begging

Word Count: 1.5k

You aren’t sure how you ended up like this, pinned underneath the man you claimed to hate. Some unfortunate lapse of judgment or the wine you drank earlier, probably. Never mind that this was somehow becoming a regular occurance. But you always managed to come up with an excuse, even if they were starting to sound a little ridiculous even to your own ears.

This time, you’re sprawled out under Zemo on the silk sheets of his enormous bed. He’s thrusting his fingers into you while his other hand pins you to the sheets, and you’re about ten seconds away from losing your fucking mind.

“What would your precious Avengers say if they saw you like this? If they knew how desperate you are to be fucked by the enemy? How you turn into a cockdrunk little slut as soon as I get my hands on you? How when I do this-“

He curls his fingers inside you and bites down hard on your pulse point, and you wail.

“You seem to forget how much you hate me.” He laughs darkly as you squirm underneath him, wanting to retort but instead finding yourself reduced to a string of pitiful whimpers.

“Hmm, nothing to say to that? I really have made you into a brainless little whore. Too bad, you’re still going to have to beg if you want to cum.”

The final words are spoken against your ear, his lust-filled, accented voice clouding your head with desire. You fight to think through the haze. “Please, Zemo,” you whine. “I-I need it!”

He tsks and shakes his head. “You know better, draga. Try again, what’s my name?”

You can hardly think as his thumb starts tracing teasing circles on your clit, but eventually it clicks in your brain. “Baron! Baron, please, make me cum, I want it so bad!”

He hums approvingly, moving his thumb faster. “There’s my good girl. You’re close, aren’t you, mein schatz?” He smirks knowingly. “Beg for me some more, and I just might let my little slut cum.”

His fingers are working you so good you can barely stay afloat, waves of pleasure washing over you as you fight the urge to cum without permission. “Please, Baron, feels so good! Want to cum on your fingers, please let me! I’ll be so good for you!”

His eyes darken and he all but growls, “Do it, then. Cum all over my fingers like a good little slut. Cum for me, now!” His mouth moves to your nipple and sucks, just as his fingers hit that perfect spot inside you and his thumb presses down on your clit.

You scream, shattering around him. “Fuck, fuck, yes!” Your eyes roll back in your head as you ride wave after wave of ecstasy, hands finding purchase in Zemo’s hair and tugging, if only to anchor yourself to this reality.

Zemo eases his fingers out of you, laughing softly when your cunt clenches involuntarily around them.

You gaze up at him breathlessly, mind still reeling from your orgasm.

“Open,” he commands, holding up his fingers still covered in your cum.

You groan at the implication and open your mouth dutifully, sucking eagerly on his fingers when he slides them between your lips.

“Good job, schatzi, being such a perfect slut for me,” he praises, pulling his fingers back. “But you know I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to take it like I know you can. Isn’t that right, princeza?”

Even though his words threaten to ruin you, you keep quiet. You’ve regained some consciousness by now, and the post-orgasm clarity is reminding you of all the reasons why this is a bad idea, all the things about Zemo that would send any sane woman running. And yet…

You know you’ve hesitated too long when he leans in closer and wraps his hand around your throat. “I said, isn’t that right?” he growls. “Come on, slut, use your words. Tell me how you’re going to be good for me and take my cock in that tight little cunt.”

Just like that, your mind is once again blank of all thoughts except for his words and the feeling of his hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your brain go fuzzy. And, goddamn him, what else could you do but obey?

“Fuck, fine, I’ll take it for you, I’ll be good,” you say breathlessly.

Zemo’s grip on your throat loosens slightly. “That’s more like it.” With his other hand, he reaches down and grips his already hard cock, groaning as he gives it a couple strokes before bringing it to your slick entrance. “Already stretched you out around my fingers, so you should be all wet and ready for me, hmm?” he asks, smirking.

His words are driving you crazy, and you gasp when he teasingly rubs the tip of his cock over your clit. “Yes, Baron, I’m ready. Please, just fuck me already!” You’re vaguely aware that you’re begging again, but at this point you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Someone’s impatient,” he chuckles. “But since you asked so nicely…”

He slides into you with a single thrust, forcing a loud moan from somewhere deep in the back of your throat. He groans along with you, cock twitching inside you as he bottoms out. Quickly, he starts thrusting in and out of you, not giving you much time to adjust. But fuck, you love it.

Needing something to ground yourself, your hands fly to his shoulders, digging your nails into the skin so hard they’ll surely leave marks.

Your whimpers combine with his groans in what may be the most flawless harmony you’ve ever heard. Your bodies slot together perfectly on each thrust, as you arch your back and lift your hips to meet him. You’d never admit it, but at times like this it seems like the two of you just fit.

The thought is driven from your mind as Zemo starts talking again. “Mmm, that’s it, draga, you’re taking it so well for me. Such a perfect whore, just for me. C’mon, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Baron, only you! I’m yours!” you moan, knowing somewhere in your lust-addled mind that it was true.

“That’s right. Mine,” he growls, and the possessiveness in his voice makes you clench around him. “My - fuck - my perfect whore, my desperate little cockslut. Tell me how good my cock feels inside you, I know you love it.”

As he says it, he adjusts his angle to hit a spot even deeper inside you, and oh, you’re fucked.

Words fall from your mouth without your permission. “Feels so good, it’s - oh - so fucking good! Please don’t stop, need you!”

His pace doesn’t falter as he grabs your hair and turns your head to the side so he can lick and bite over the column of your neck, moaning against your skin. You writhe, the attention he pays to your sensitive spots driving you closer to the edge.

You couldn’t seem to stop talking, babbling nonsense at this point. “Ahh, s’ good, feel so full, I need it, more, please!”

You’re getting close, and you can tell he is too by the way his hips start to stutter. “Fuck, schatzi, I’m going to cum,” he breathes shakily. “Want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, yeah, cum inside me, want you to fill me up!” You’re practically screaming at this point, so close that you know feeling him spill inside you would be all you need to send you over the edge. “Please, Baron, cum in your good girl’s pussy!”

That does it. “Fuck!” he shouts, biting down on your shoulder as he cums.

You follow not a second later, a strangled “Oh god, yes!” falling from your lips. You shake around him, moaning incoherently as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Once you’ve started to come down from your respective highs, Zemo pulls out and makes to roll off of you, but you grab his arm. “Can we…” you bite your lip, suddenly shy. “Can we stay like this for a minute?”

He grins. “You like having me on top of you that much, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes, moving to push him back off you. “Well if you’re gonna be cocky about it-“

“No, stay, princeza, please,” he says softly, and you’re surprised to see something like longing in his eyes. Appeased, you sink back against the bed, Zemo’s weight on top of you somehow making you feel safer than you have in a long time. You’ll save the analysis of that thought for later. For now, you close your eyes, and he surprises you yet again when he starts gently stroking your hair. The two of you lie in silence for a few minutes until you open your eyes and narrow them in what you hope is a menacing expression.

“You tell anyone about this, so help me, I’ll kill you, Baron,” you say in what’s meant to be a threatening tone, but comes out like more a lover’s teasing quip. After a second of silence, he starts laughing softly and you can’t help but start too - laughing at your pitiful attempt to scare him and, well, at the whole situation.

Despite your better instincts, you let yourself relax under him again, and eventually the soft strokes of his hand against your hair, combined with the steady beating of his heart, lull you into a peaceful sleep.

#helmut zemo #zemo x reader #zemo x you #zemo fanfic #zemo imagine #baron zemo #mcu zemo #zemo smut #mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu imagine #mcu smut #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel smut #zemo

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