#jokes on me i did leave the house today for treatment

[megu-meow]

romeo - Gojo Satoru

gojo x fem. reader

Summary: you're upset and Satoru has to find a way to cheer you up.

Warning: suggestive at the end.

Everyone has bad days, even the Strongest. Satoru knows not everything can be as perfect as he is, but he tries to brighten the lives of the people around him. He's the type of person to mask his own feelings with his silly and playful personality, but not everyone operates like him. So he notices straight away that something is wrong with you. You're not laughing at his lame jokes like you usually do, there's a dullness to your eyes that he identifies as a product of your sadness and he notices your lack of enthusiasm as well. At first, he's mad. Not at you, he could never, but at the source of your bad mood. Who or what dared to hurt his little mochi, the lover of the Strongest?

During one of his classes, he just tells the kids to practice some sparring so that he could come up with an elaborate plan to brighten your mood and get you out of your slump. Firstly, he has to identify the source of the problem. His first thought is that he did something to upset you, but he brushes that idea away instantly. He would never do anything to make you sad, he takes pride in how amazing of a boyfriend he is. Moreover, whenever you're mad at him, you give him the silent treatment, but you were acting normally that morning - trying to hide your bad mood from him, you gave him a kiss and told him you loved him before leaving the house, so that cannot be it.

"Gojo-sensei!" he hears his name being called by Megumi. He looks in his direction, the raven-haired boy is standing by his side, staring at him with confusion written all over his face. "What is up with you today? You're unusually silent."

"There's nothing wrong with me, Megumi." he answers curtly and the kid is not convinced that he's telling the truth at all. Suddenly, Satoru remembers something and puts his bulky arm around the Fushiguro kid's shoulder, despite his efforts to dodge the side hug. "You were out on a mission with y/n yesterday, right? Did something happen that made my little mochi upset?"

Megumi cringes at the nickname and rolls his eyes, but he tries to remember everything that you said or did during the mission. You were awfully quiet, but he just thought you were simply tired. He didn't think it was a big deal, but maybe Gojo was onto something. The mission was a huge success, but you were unfazed by the great outcome, which should have alerted the raven-haired sorcerer.

"Yeah, now that you're asking, something seemed to be wrong, she was very quiet and didn't even want to celebrate our victory with us."

"Hmmm, that's not good." Satoru says, his right hand scraping his chin like he's deep in thought. "So by the time you went on your mission with her, she was already upset. Do you know what she was doing before?"

"No, she didn't mention anything about her day. Although, when we met up with her she was with Nanami-san, maybe he knows something."

"Thank you, Megumi!" he says in a chipper tone "Class is dismissed!" he shouts and he leaves the kids flabbergasted, as he teleports to the blonde sorcerer with a new found purpose.

"NANAMIN!" he exclaims, not caring that the said man is currently in the middle of a meeting with the principal.

"Gojo, this behavior of yours is unacceptable, we're in the middle of something here!" says Yaga.

"Oh, so it's the perfect time to take a break!" he says nonchalantly, and both Kento and the principal start rubbing their forehead annoyedly.

"What do you need, Gojo-san?" asks Nanami, giving into his shenanigans.

"Did you do something that could've hurt y/n yesterday?"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS GOJO SATORU?! THAT'S YOUR REASON TO INTERRUPT OUR MEETING?!" Yaga exclaims and the white-haired sorcerer mumbles the words 'ew, scary' under his breath, annoying the principal even more.

"No, Gojo-san, I just walked five minutes with her from the main building to the gate, where Megumi and Ijichi were waiting for her so that they could leave on their mission. We engaged in some small talk, but nothing out of the ordinary." said the blonde.

"Okay, that's boring. Did she tell you what she was doing before that?"

"Yes, she was out for coffee with Ieiri-san."

"Thank you, Nanamin!" Gojo said, teleporting away instantly, leaving the two infuriated sorcerers to finish their meeting.

"Shoko!" he arrives in the healer's office with a huff, the woman not even batting an eye at his sudden arrival.

"What do you need, Gojo?" she asks, without looking up from the document she was reading.

"Why is y/n upset?" upon hearing his words, Shoko slams the file in front of her shut, glaring at the desperate male standing in her office.

"She's really upset?! I told her it wasn't a big deal..."

"Shoko, tell me what happened, NOW!"

"Ok, Romeo, be patient. I need a smoke, let's go outside." she says nonchalantly as she fetches her cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of her coat, walking out slowly, without any care in the world. Trailing close behind her, like a lost puppy is Satoru, trying to get her to finally talk, but the woman enjoys keeping him on the edge, so she doesn't say a word before lighting her cigarette and taking a puff out of it.

"The barista at the cafe told her she was annoying and she took it to heart." she finally explains and Gojo is in shock. Why would anyone call you annoying? You're the nicest person he's ever met, there's not a bad bone in your body.

"Is that all?" Gojo asks, because normally this isn't something you would be this upset about.

"The guy might have told her, that no one would ever tolerate her attitude in a relationship." she adds and puts out her cigarette with an exaggerated huff of air. Gojo finally understands and thanks Shoko while he leaves in a hurry, taking long strides.

Throughout the following days, Satoru does everything he can to make you feel better. First, he gets home to you, scooping you up from the couch into his warm embrace, showering your face with kisses, claiming how much he missed you, despite seeing you just that morning. He trails behind you as you shuffle into the kitchen to make some tea, keeping his hands around your waist, softly stroking your side under your shirt. He cuddles up to you, his grip possessive and strong around you and he reminds you of how much he loves you, before falling asleep.

He prepares some tasty sandwiches for your lunch and you're surprised to find a colored drawing of the two of you holding hands with a ton of red hearts in the air around the two poorly drawn stick figures. It makes you smile for the first time since the incident and you stuff the piece of paper into your clear phone case for everyone to see. It warms your heart every time you put your phone down and you remember to kiss your boyfriend lovingly on the lips when you run into him on the training field. He can already see that you're in a better mood, but he doesn't stop there.

He speedruns all his missions of the day, getting home early so that he could prepare a scrumptious meal for the two of you to share for dinner. You're surprised to find him in the kitchen, a huge bouquet of peonies sitting on the counter, and the dinner table decorated with candles and rose petals.

"What's the occasion?" you ask curiously, your smile reaching your ears as you take in the sight in front of you. Satoru is out of his uniform jacket, the white button-up shirt from underneath covering his torso. The sleeves are rolled up, highlighting his muscled arm and a few buttons are loose on the top, showing off his prominent collar bones. His blindfold is also missing, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you in awe.

"There's no occasion, little one. I just thought I would surprise you with something nice. There's no need for special events to show my girlfriend how much I love her." he slowly walks up to you, bringing you closer as he gives you the bouquet, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

"Thank you, 'toru! I love you!"

"Don't thank me, silly! It's what men do when they're in love." he explains like he would to a child, and his high and mighty attitude makes you giggle, a sound he was dying to hear in the last couple of days. During dinner, you laugh at his silly jokes, which he considers as the ultimate win. You are finally back to normal, there is no sign of you being upset in the first place and he pats his own shoulder as he follows you into your shared bedroom. "I'm gonna draw a nice bath for the two of us to enjoy, alright baby?" he asks and he has a mischievous smile on his face.

"That would be nice, 'toru!" you smile and he disappears into the bathroom and he gives you clear instructions to stay out until he tells you otherwise. You wait patiently for him to finish and he sprints out of there on his sock-clad feet, picking you up easily from your comfy bed and he runs back into the luxurious bathroom that is connected to the bedroom. The lights are dim, the whole space is decorated with candles and petals just like the dining table, the bath is full of hot water and bubbles, the scent of vanilla lingering around. You're left speechless, but Satoru knows how to take advantage of that: he kisses you passionately, savoring the sweet taste of your chapstick. He pulls away slowly, looking into your eyes with adoration.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, baby. Please, don't let others make you believe otherwise. You are smart, kind, polite, and funny, no matter what anyone says. You also are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, my six eyes can be the proof of that. I will love you forever, even if you get old and wrinkly."

Your eyes swell with tears of joy, as you cup his face, bringing him closer so that you could invite him into a loving and passionate kiss, expressing how much his words and little deeds mean to you.

"Thank you, Satoru! I love you, more than anything!" you respond, leaving a small kiss on his chest, above his heart that's thumping rhythmically.

"Good. Now, can I see your titties?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #satoru gojo #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru imagine #satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader

[4everhyucks]

NOXIOUS — teaser

PAIRING. na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE. smut, slight angst, college au

WORD COUNT. tba, most likely to be around 7k?

SYNOPSIS. jaemin is your best friend.. that’s what you would introduce him as. everything between the both of you changed in the blink of an eye. the once sweet and caring friend was gone, all that’s left is someone you could barely recognise.

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after greeting johnny, he takes a puff of his joint as he starts rambling about what happened earlier. something related to drunk haechan pushing renjun into the pool along with his girlfriend, which results in mark laughing really loudly, saying he wishes he was there to witness it in person.

while listening in on the funny stories they both had to share, you spot the boy that you have been desperately trying to search for by the stairs, avoiding your gaze when your eyes lands on him. you hesitate for a moment before leaving mark and johnny without any explanation.

now you’re confident that jaemin is in fact avoiding you because you see him walk off after making eye contact with you. you start to pick up your pace, catching up to him, grabbing onto the end of his sleeve. you say his name, loud enough for him to hear you, “please just tell me what’s wrong.. talk to me.”

“let go.” he says sternly, not even turning around to look at you.

you sigh, trudging to stand in front of him, fingers still lingering on his sleeve. “no seriously what’s your problem jaem? you’ve been avoiding me after the hangout, leaving me on seen and now you’re not even talking to me,” you glare at him, clearly annoyed by how he’s been treating you today. you didn’t want to admit it but you’re sad too, wondering what you did for him to act like this.

jaemin scoffs, “what’s my problem? i didn’t know we had a problem to begin with,” he knows he shouldn’t be giving you the silent treatment or being an asshole in general when its his own problem to begin with, it never was your fault. the way this conversation could probably end the friendship didn’t even pop up in his mind at all until he blurted, “why don’t you go back to being the whore you were huh? isn’t that all you’re good for?“

the loud party music that blasted throughout the place was all you could hear ever since you stepped in the house, but everything get blocks out when you hear those words come out of jaemin’s mouth. sometimes jaemin could be mean, very mean. but he knew his limits, your limits. there’s ringing in your ears, tears pooling your eyes. you wouldn’t categorise yourself as weak, or sensitive. but when it came down to jaemin, you always felt twice the amount of what you would normally feel. you were twice as happy when you’re having fun with him, singing karaoke, playing in the arcade, dyeing each other’s hair. you were twice as angry when he pissed you off, the multiple times he picked you up extremely late when you were in a hurry for your part-time job but then again he means so much to you, you always forgave him when he apologised.

now he had hurt you twice as much. you wonder why his words stung so much, this wasn’t the first time he called you a whore, maybe because he didn’t look like he was joking. you pray that when you lift your head up to look at him you would be met with a jaemin that’s smirking at you, telling you he was just kidding. only you don’t. you don’t see any sparkle in his eyes like they usually do, they’re dark and he’s not smiling.

you blinked the tears away, trying your best to not seem frail, going quiet before cursing at him, “…fuck you jaemin.”

#fic: noxious #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #na jaemin

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Epilogue

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

Prequel is coming in a few months! I haven’t made a Taglist yet and probably won’t start one till I’m closer to publishing. I’ll make a post tagging this series’ Taglist when I’m starting the next one.

Content Warnings - Mentions of fertility issues/miscarriage; death; the end of this series (don’t worry it’s a good ending imo)

Dear Brielle,

A lot has happened in seventeen years. I’ve now lived half of my life without you, mom, and dad. I’ve been thinking about you a lot so my husband Finnick (yes that Finnick lol) said I should write you a letter of all the things I wanted to tell you but never could.

A little over ten years ago we killed President Snow. The districts rebelled and won. The war was brutal and there were times I nearly died, but Finnick pulled me through.

We got married a year later. We never really did the whole dating thing, our friendship just evolved into a beautiful romance overnight. He was there for me after you left and he has been here ever since.

The years since the war have not been easy. I’ve had bouts of seizures that leave me bedridden and ill for days. The doctors said my condition should be worse so I should be grateful. Countless medications and treatments have made slight improvements to my health but the pain will always be there.

Two years after our wedding we almost hit our breaking point. Finnick and I had been trying to start a family for over a year but nothing was working. It was the most frustrating experience of my life post-war and I do not wish those struggles on anyone.

Three years after our wedding, Mags passed of old age. Although we were sad, we were all glad she got to live out her last few years in a free Panem. Johanna decided to move in with Annie afterwards so she wouldn’t be alone. We are still neighbors to this day.

Four years after our wedding, I got pregnant, only to lose the baby a few months in due to a bad seizure. This was Finnick and I’s lowest point to date.

It’s now been a bit over 9 years since I married the love of my life and the father of my child. We were finally blessed with a baby boy, Neptune, 4 years ago today. He is everything I could have asked for in a child; rambunctious, kind, and adventurous. He looks just like his father but acts like his mother.

Two years ago, Neptune’s best friend arrived in District 4. Annie and Johanna adopted a little girl, Jodie, from District 7. Neptune and her do EVERYTHING together. Finnick keeps joking that we should build a tunnel between our two houses so the kids can hang out all the time.

All in all, it’s been a very painful 34 years of existence. Part of me is glad you didn’t have to witness what happened. The other part of me still hopes you’re out there, even though I know you aren’t. I hope that wherever you are, you’re at peace.

Love, your dear sister,

Y/N

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[ml-nolan]

Postlude

Here's a little one-shot in the Layers of the Sun Dreamling AU that I've been thinking about for months. It's set shortly after the final chapter of Music When You Speak. Enjoy! 💜🖤💜🖤💜

Approx. 1156 words | Rated G | On AO3

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Ever since he gained the internal stability to do so, Dream started keeping an eye on the LAPD unclaimed property website. It was a choice that Dr. Gault had at first been wary of, worried that it would keep Dream trapped in a horrible memory.

"Are you sure you want that thing in your house? Would it not be triggering to see it day after day?"

"The memory will never leave me, no matter what I do," Dream had replied.

Truthfully, with the treatments Dr. Gault had administered, the ghost of electricity surging beneath his skin, the feeling of being trapped like an animal, the acute pain and indignity, had faded. When he remembers his brief but violent captivity now, it is like looking at a still life painting rather than inhabiting a looping film sequence.

"Owning it seems more like…justice. Like my due. And like what…it…deserves," he told her. 

When he put it that way, it did not take her long to understand.

This morning, he sits at the countertop, drinking black tea as the sky brightens from indigo to light blue through his westward facing windows. As the cloud cover evaporates, it reveals the texture of windswept white caps on the ocean. Refreshing the website on his laptop screen, he finally sees exactly what he's been waiting for all this time.

By the time he hangs up the call with his broker, a familiar car is pulling into the driveway, followed by a less familiar truck. Today Hob is moving in, completely and for good.

After one more long look at the photo drawn up on his screen, Dream shuts the laptop.

—

There isn't much to unpack. Hob has been slowly moving things over from his little townhouse ever since Dream bought this place. Plus, he'd unloaded a lot of his stuff on Matthew, Wanda, Martin, and whoever else wanted his old junk.

He’d brought over his cheese toastie maker, naturally. The bed they bought together so Dream would be more comfortable goes in one of the guest bedrooms. The few records Hob keeps at his house go into the listening room, and all his tacky little knick knacks go into a room that Dream has set aside especially for him. When Hob calls it a man cave, Dream wrinkles his nose like he's just smelled spoiled milk.

"We are both men," Dream says.

"Right, but here I can put up my collection of neon beer signs and taxidermy." 

"You have none of those things."

"Says you. You didn’t know me during my redneck phase.”

Dream has the most adorable wrinkle of confusion between his eyebrows. Clearly he has no idea whether Hob is joking or not.

“Just kidding, love,” Hob says. He grips Dream's waist with both hands, and Dream allows it, just the way Hob knew he would. And just because he can, just because he loves that put-upon look on his face, Hob plants an extra-wet kiss on Dream's lips. Dream wipes it off with a scowl, but he's blushing down to the collar of his crewneck t-shirt.

As the moving truck disappears around the bend in Dream’s private road, Hob cards his fingers through Dream's mess of sable hair.

“Sooooo…care to give me a tour of my new bedroom?”

Dream grins, but he shakes his head.

“I am waiting on one more delivery," he says. "I need your help making space in the workshop."

—-

A wiry blonde, possibly in her sixties (or older given the way people in this city fight the natural aging process) slides out of the passenger side of a white delivery truck.

“That took no time at all,” Dream says as she approaches. "Ethel, this is my partner, Hob Gadling."

Hob looks radiant as he shakes her hand. But then, he always looks radiant to Dream.

Ethel gives Hob a curt nod, then sighs as she fusses with the tablet in her hands. “Bit miffed they posted the thing before calling me. I told my contact months ago money was no object." 

"You succeeded. That is what matters," Dream says. He has waited patiently, and the fruits of his patience are now in front of him. All past obstacles are irrelevant.

Two men roll up the door on the back of the truck and lower a metal ramp. The instrument is even more massive than Dream remembers, but then again, everything from his state of mind, to the size of the space they inhabit, to the circumstances under which he is seeing it, is completely different. 

Better, obviously. And completely on his terms.

Hob raises his eyebrows as they roll the piano down the ramp on its study casters, but he doesn't interrupt as Dream settles up with Ethel, as the two men negotiate it down to Dream's workshop and set it in the space he and Hob had spent the last half hour clearing.

Then they are alone again. Just the two of them and Dream's newest charge. Until now, he's only worked on smaller instruments—guitars, violins, even an old mandolin. This will be a new challenge, especially given the horrible sound the piano makes when Dream strikes a few of the keys. 

But as far as Dream is concerned, this instrument was just as much a victim in the whole Burgess affair as he was. It deserves the same level of restorative care Dream has received. And as far as Dream is concerned, he's the best person to provide it.

—

Hob watches Dream take stock of the full-size grand piano at the center of his workshop.  His graceful fingers coast over the enamel, lingering on a few nasty scratches. It must not have been treated well in the last couple years, which is a real shame. The thing sounds like it belongs in the saloon of an old Western honky-tonk. But even with his perfect sense of pitch and sound sensitivity, Dream doesn't even wince.

The reverence in his touch tells Hob exactly where the piano came from. Hob had heard Dream's testimony. He had seen the crime scene photos. The entire world had. 

"So this is the piano, huh?" 

Dream nods, lowering the heavy lid and stepping back. "It saved my life. I would like to return the favor."

Moving in behind Dream, Hob wraps his arms around his middle and hooks his chin over his shoulder. The tense muscles in Dream's shoulders and back slacken, and he leans his head back against Hob's shoulder. The delicate skin of his neck is soft under Hob's lips.

"You saved your life, too, you know," Hob says softly into his ear.

"As did you," Dream says. 

He turns his head to accept Hob's kiss, and Hob has one of those moments he often does with Dream—the kind where he barely recognizes the enchanted thing his life can become.

"So about that tour…" Hob says. Dream kisses him one more time before they head back upstairs.

#layers of the sun #music when you speak #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #because my head FINALLY doesn't hurt anymore #thank fuck #Approx 1k words #rated g #makes more sense if you've read the original longfic #but do you bebes

[beastofburdenxo]

Raising Catherine chapter 3

Catherine has turned 18, and things are getting complicated. MINORS DNI 2k words

tags: masturbation, Voyeurism (Tommy is literally a peeping Tom), use of alcohol, possible non con if you squint.

It was Catherine’s 18th birthday. Tommy decided to take her on a picnic like they did when she was little to celebrate. Just the two of them. It was a nice sunny day out as he laid out the blanket and she took the sandwiches and other snacks out of the basket. “Happy birthday, love,” proclaimed Tommy as he pulled a little box out of his pocket, “A little something for my not so little girl.” Catherine opened the box to find a little ruby pendant in the shape of a heart, with a petite gold chain. “Oh Tommy,” Catherine cried out, “You shouldn’t have! It's beautiful!” He took it to help put it around her neck. “Thank you so much I love it!” Tommy kissed her forehead, “You’re welcome sweetheart, every woman should have at least one good piece of jewelry, eh? I saw it in the store window, and I just knew it belonged around your neck.” Catherine was so giddy about her new gift, and it brought joy to Tommy to see her like that. He loved making her happy, regardless of if others thought that he was giving her special treatment. He thought that she deserved it, after all, he made a promise, didn’t he?  

“Oh, won’t be long now and you’ll be leaving me behind, eh?” Tommy joked. Deep down he knew that one day she would, and that brought him deep sadness. “Oh, stop it Tommy, I'm just now 18. You act like you’re some ancient old man just withering away!” Tommy laughed, “Well dear I am pushing 40, sometimes I feel older than that.” “Well, you don’t look it,” Catherine replied, “Who knows, you might get married off before I do! You might just be leaving me!” Tommy was married years ago, before she came into the picture, but his wife suddenly died. He doesn’t speak of her much, but paintings of her are all over the house. “I’m sorry Tommy,” Catherine finally realized what she said after a moment of silence, “I know it’s a sore subject for you. Forget I said it.” Tommy gave her shoulder a soft nudge, “It’s okay, love. Being married feels like a lifetime ago. I’ll always love her, but I know she would want me to be happy with someone and marry again if I so choose. I'm not against it, it just hasn’t happened. Besides, why on earth would I marry and leave my girl behind, eh? You are stuck with me I’m afraid.”  

A comfortable silence follows as they begin to dig into their food. “Would I make a good wife, Tommy?” Catherine suddenly asks. Tommy almost chokes on his sandwich, “Y-Y-Yes you would,” he manages to sputter out, “You are smart, funny, talented, respectful.... And quite the beautiful woman.” Catherine turns away at this, as she doesn’t want him to see how flushed her face is at his compliments, “Any man would be lucky to have you, love. Why? Is there someone in mind?” Tommy asks lightly, not wanting to let on that his blood is boiling. He isn’t ready for her to marry off. “No, I was just wondering.” Tommy puts on a small smile at this, “Don’t worry too much about it, love, you have plenty of time for all that. Focus on your schooling, you are almost done. Top of your class, eh? My smart girl?” Catherine throws a grape at him; he dodges it with a laugh. “Plenty of time,” he thinks to himself, “Plenty of time, relax Tom. No need to take your gun out again. Relax. She is still yours.” After the picnic, there is more celebrating to be had at the Garrison. Arthur snuck Catherine a shot of whiskey, “Just between us, yeah? Tommy would have me shot if he found out.” With a wink. Polly baked a beautiful cake, and everyone had a great time.  

That night at home, after a few more drinks snuck under the table, Catherine made her way to Tommy’s bedroom. He was still up, sitting in bed with his usual paperwork. “There’s the birthday girl,” he exclaimed, “Did you have fun today?” Trying her very best to walk right, she made her way closer to him. “I-I-I did, Tommy,” she managed to get out, the whiskey was starting to get to her head. “Can I sleep with you tonight? Pleeeease?” Tommy raised his eyebrows at this, “Now Cathy dear, you aren’t 12 anymore, it’s inappropriate to share a bed with me now. You are grown, what if the maids find out? What then, hmm?” Sitting on the bed to keep from falling over you chuckle, “Who cares? If they tell you can just fire them, right?” Tommy swats her with his papers, “Catherine Michelle, you know better! What has gotten into you?” Coming closer to her he smells it, “Have you been drinking?! Damn it, Arthur!” This causes her to fall over with a case of giggles. Tommy takes off his glasses with a sigh, “Alright, get in. Only because you’ll probably be sick in the morning.” Catherine clumsily makes her way under the covers. “Go straight to sleep now. I've got a busy day tomorrow. And from now on you will sleep in your bed!” Catherine curls up next to Tommy, trying her best to hold back her laughter, “Well of course Mr. Shelby sir.” Tommy just rolls his eyes with a smile, “Good night, Cathy, I love you.” “I love you too Tommy, no good night kiss?” Catherine cackles. “Oh, for God sakes, go to sleep!” 

It was a long night for Tommy. The whiskey put Catherine right out, but he just couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop looking at her, she looked like a little angel next to him. He knows that he fussed at her, but deep down he wouldn’t care if she slept with him every night. And she was right about the maids, they could easily be fired. He loved having her next to him, even in an innocent way like this. Things could easily be not so innocent; he could just reach over and take her at any time. But he showed restraint. She deserved better than him, even though at the same time he wanted no one else to have her. Let's just say things have gotten complicated since she’s gotten older. He decides to get up before the restraint wears off and try and do some work. At his desk, thoughts of her in his bed keep running through his mind. Catherine lying there in a little silk nightie, beckoning him to her. Him sliding the straps gently off her shoulders as she steps out of it for him. Gliding his hands over every inch of her body. Her smiling at him as she undoes his pants for him.... “Stop it,” he thinks to himself, “Just stop it, Tom. It's wrong to think like this.” But it’s too late, his body has reacted to his little fantasy. His erection out and proud, demanding attention. From Catherine specifically.  

“Just go over there and take her,” a little voice demands, “She is pretty much yours; you’ve scared every other man in town. Give her what you know she wants from you!” While arguing with the voices in his head, he is oblivious to the fact that he squeezed his pen so hard it burst. Ink is all over his hands, and his paperwork. He notices his hands and throws the pen across the room in frustration. “Tommy...” A little voice comes in the doorway, “I woke up and you were gone.” Catherine walks into his office rubbing her eyes. Tommy scoots his chair up just in time to hide his problem. “Sorry love couldn’t sleep. Thought I'd do some work and made a mess instead.” Holding up his dirty hands, “Do you care to go get me a wet rag sweetheart? Before it dries.” In the time it took catherine (still half drunk) to get a rag and come back, Tommy managed to calm himself down. It's a good thing too, because when she made it back, she pulled his chair back and plopped down on his lap. She grabbed his big hands and proceeded to try and wipe the ink off. “I’ve got it, go back to sleep love.” He told her to try to get her away in case of another surprise appearance, but she wouldn’t hear of it. “It’s alright, I've got it. You’ll wind up getting ink everywhere.” She looked so cute on his lap, drunk and sleepy while still trying to concentrate on his hands. “You’ve got something else for her to concentrate on, eh Tom?” the voice teased, making him tense up. He lightly pushes her off his lap, heart racing. “Go on to sleep Cathy, it’s late now, eh? You need to sleep the rest of that whiskey off.” She stands shakily, putting the rag down on his desk. “Tuck me in?” she asks, her eyes big and sweet. Tommy can’t take much more of this. “Go. Now.” he points sternly across the hall, “Don’t make me carry you like a sack of potatoes.” This causes Catherine to pout, but she leaves like he asked. But, not without mumbling, “You are mean Mr. Shelby.”  

Many hours later, or what seemed like it, Tommy decided to try and sleep again. His hands are still slightly gray from the faded ink, he assumes he’ll have to wear the rest of it off. Reaching the doorway, he sees Catherine lying in his bed, moonlight coming from the window making her glow. She is breathing heavily, at first, he thinks she’s in the middle of a drunken nightmare. Then he hears it, A soft whimper coming from her lips. He can’t see one hand, but he sees the other squeezing her breast. She is neither asleep nor having a nightmare. She is masturbating. In his bed. He stands frozen, watching her. Catherine’s big eyes are closed in pleasure as her hips start to rock. Tommy doesn’t know what to do. Does he ignore her? Help her? Leave? With all honesty he wants to watch her, especially since they are now alone in the house. The maids left hours ago. He is afraid that she will eventually notice his shadow looming in the doorway, so he sneaks into his own bedroom. Her eyes are still closed, back softly arching exposing her hard nipples through her gown to him. He grabs the cover while she is still at work, and slowly pulls it off her. Her pale legs spread in the moonlight for him. He moves to the corner farthest from her, hand now in his pants at the sight of her.  

Tommy can hear just how wet she is in the silent room. He is fascinated by every sweet sound she makes. She is just so pretty. Just for him. He times his own strokes with hers, biting his lip to stay quiet and hidden from her in the dark. “Tommy...” Catherine whispers, “Tommy...” Hearing this causes Tommy’s eyes to roll back as he silently comes all over his hand. She was touching herself to the thought of him. She was for sure his now. In a moment of pure bliss, she cries his name one last time as she comes all over his sheets. Her whole body was shaking. Tommy can’t take it anymore; he must go to her. He fixes himself and goes to bed, taking her in his arms. “Shhh, Shhh,” he coos in Catherine’s ear, “That’s it, I'm here now.” He rubs her back as she comes down. “My angel, thinking of me, eh? Such a good girl. I love you so much.” Catherine is still quite drunk and doesn’t realize that he watched the whole show. “I love you too, Tommy. Will you tuck me in now?” With a chuckle he replies, “Yes sweetheart, but let me clean your hands first.” He goes to get a warm wet rag and now it’s his turn to clean her up. He puts the cover back on the bed and puts her underneath it. Catherine scoots over for him, and he sits right on the wet spot she made. He lies in it with a smile. Knowing that she is his just as much as he is hers. She just may not remember it tomorrow.  

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[buckyownsmylife]

Don’t hurt yourself - bodyguard!Aaron Hotchner smut

The one where Hotch’s responsible for your safety

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, boss-employee relationship, angsty vibes, a whole lot of feels, dirty talk, one darker thought, kind of breeding kink?

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Are you ready to leave?” I winced at the cold and detached tone from my bodyguard. This isn’t how he usually talked to me. Sure, he was nothing but cold and stoic when we first met and he started working for me, but it’d been over a year now. I believed we were friends now.

Of course, it was hard to believe that when he didn’t even so much as glance in my direction as he guided me outside of the building, protecting me from the crowds of screaming fans that I’d been so eager to please when I first arrived for this interview.

If only I’d known it would make him this angry.

The drive back to my house was silent, and I hated it. I hated it because it reminded me of those early days when I was still so unsure of him, unsure of how he felt about me. I was sure that he despised me. And my eager-to-please personality just couldn’t stand it.

Now that I knew that he liked me, his silence meant something even worse: his disappointment and anger. And I hated the thought of him being even discontented by my behaviour.

“Are you really going to ignore me forever?” The question escaped me before I could process it, making him stop in his tracks as he prepared himself to storm into my house and hide in his own designated wing. But I didn’t regret it once it was out. I much preferred to have him looking at me with fire in his eyes than pretending I didn’t exist at all.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? I mean, you ignored me earlier today, when I asked you not to go out into that crowd. Why shouldn’t I give you the same treatment?” I shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to deal with the realization that he was right, that I had disrespected him.

“I’m sorry.” It felt pathetic, especially since I couldn’t raise my eyes to meet his, but it was all I had, and if anything, it was honest. But when he scoffed, I knew it wouldn’t be enough, and I started to panic as I pondered what else I could do to make him forgive me.

“I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to listen to me. Why can’t you?” I didn’t know what to answer, but he didn’t seem to need it. He was on a roll now, and I knew it wasn’t the right time, but I found myself getting tongue-tied by the way the veins of his neck jumped out now that he was releasing his anger on me.

“This is my job,” he continued. “I’m supposed to keep you safe. I can’t do that if you don’t listen to what I ask you to do. Do you know what could have happened while you were out there, in a crowd of overexcited, uncoordinated people?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you do it anyway?” He let himself fall on my couch, jaw still clenched, irritation perfectly clear in each and every one of his movements. And so I took a seat next to him, trying to figure out what I could possibly say to hopefully make this better, but I decided to start by putting a comforting hand on his thigh.

His eyes immediately followed my movement, and he stared at where I touched him for a while before raising his gaze to meet mine again. Anger had been somewhat replaced by hurt, and another sentiment I couldn’t quite identify.

“I don’t want to have to deal with your death. I can’t even bear the thought of that happening.” It was fear, I realized. Fear of losing me. And that feeling was so real, so heavy, so suffocating, that it had my own heart constricting, and I squeezed his thigh so he’d know I felt it too.

“It would be a lot of paperwork,” I tried to lighten the mood, but I knew he heard the unshed tears in my tone. They weren’t tears of fear, but of guilt. I hated that the bravest man I knew was scared, and I hated that I was the cause of it.

“Don’t even joke about that.” There was so much emotion behind his words that he had me raising my gaze to meet his, and what I saw there this time made me lose my breath. “I can’t lose you. And I don’t mean that as in I don’t want to be responsible for your death, but as in I can’t live without you.”

And suddenly I knew. He didn’t have to tell me - he was begging me not to ask him to say it, in fact. I could see that. But I knew. I knew him so well, I didn’t know how I didn’t see it before.

Maybe because I’d been so busy trying to hide my own love for him, I ignored his. It was easier that way, after all. Because it was obvious - the second we knew what the other felt, we would never be able to pretend it wasn’t there anymore.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded, and his eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting it. “Kiss me. Right now.” His eyes dropped to my lips as his opened up like he was actually tempted but just couldn’t find it in himself to do it. I’d leaned over his body now, practically on his lap, when his hands went around my torso to hold me over my lower back.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” he said, making me pout. And still, his eyes never left my lips while he licked his. “I want to knock some sense into you. Can’t be rewarding this kind of behaviour.”

His words thrilled me, sending a jolt of excitement through my body that had me actually throwing my leg on the other side of his lap so I could straddle him properly. His breath was coming out of his mouth now, his gaze undecided between my mouth or my eyes.

“Punish me in other ways,” I pleaded. He looked transfixed by what I was saying. “Make me cum until I cry. Make it hurt. Have me begging you to stop. I want to feel you for days.” He was breathing heavier now, his chest heaving with the effort to keep inhaling and exhaling because of my words.

Hotch’s P.O.V.

“Please, put me in my place.” Her words were like honey, spilling out sweet and tempting from her beautiful lips that were just inches from mine now. I wanted to reach out and touch them. I wanted to reach out and lick them, taste her words as she said them against my mouth. “I’ll be good then. I promise.”

There was only so much a man could take.

“Once I’m done with you...” I warned her, wrapping her nape with my hand and pulling her even closer. “... you won’t be able to walk.” And then I finally kissed her.

It was hungrier than I ever intended our first kiss to be, but she had made me desperate. Her sweetness only added to my need for more. Our lips danced together in a way I’d only dreamed of, and when I had to let us part to breathe, her question took away the last of my control.

“Promise?”

I carried her to her bedroom blindly, relishing in the weight of her in my arms, the feeling of her legs wrapped around my body as I managed to kiss her again the entire way there. Once she was back on her own feet, our clothes were sent flying across the room, her smaller hands trembling in excitement when she reached out to undo the buttons of my shirt.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I commented, cradling her face once her body was completely exposed to me. It prompted her to throw her arms around my neck and pull me down for another kiss, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more of her - I wanted all of her.

“Lay down,” I ordered. “You’re not going to succeed in making me forget this is supposed to be a punishment.” The haze of lust in her eyes betrayed just how aroused she was at the idea of suffering in my hands. “Spread that glistening little pussy for me, baby.”

Slowly, because she knew I was not a patient man, she opened her legs to show me just how wet she already was with the little we’d done that evening, her hands squeezing her own breasts as she stared up at me, throat dry and chest heaving with desire for her.

She awakened something dark in me, something I never thought I’d be able to explore. Now that she was here, ready and willing and exposed, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to just tuck it away again.

Making sure that she was watching me, I leaned over her already wet cunt and spit on it, unwilling to make this situation hurtful to her in any way, but also incapable of actually taking my time to prepare her thoroughly.

“Are you sure you really want this?” I asked, eyes connected to hers as I smeared my spit over her hole, watching her clench around nothing at the ghost of my digit. This was the last chance to back down, and although I wasn’t sure if I would actually be able to pull away if she changed her mind, I knew I needed to hear the answer.

“Yes, oh, God, Aaron, please!” The words were replaced with me pushing into her, groaning at the tightness that welcomed me hungrily. She whined out loud and I froze halfway in, scared I’d hurt her somehow, but at the lack of movement her limbs wrapped around me, her legs pushing my ass in an effort to get me to bottom out inside of her.

Her satisfied moan had me chuckling, even though I was over the moon myself. Old habits die hard, I guess, and I just had to tease her, “Oh, does that feel good?” All she could do was nod, but that was alright. We were both ready for me to start truly fucking her, and at the feeling of me almost pulling out to slam myself in again, she cried out, hands clawing at my back, hopefully leaving indentations.

“You like that, princess?” I’d only ever used the pet name before to mock her, and although there was definitely some sense of jest in my tone, there was still sweetness, wonder, infatuation. She nodded once more, mouth having fallen open after I entered her, leading me to kiss the corner of her lips instead of devouring her in the way I wished to do.

“This is what I’m gonna do every time you disobey me from now on,” I warned, changing the pace to make it harder, almost bruising even. I wanted her to be on the edge between pain and bliss, and I wanted her to forever remember who it was that brought her there.

“You think I don’t hear your moans when you lay on this bed at night and touch yourself?” Her gasp denounced her surprise, and she hid her face in the crook of my neck, holding me tighter.

“You think I don’t close my eyes and imagine it’s me making you moan, giving you pleasure?” That got her to stop hiding, gaze raising to meet mine, and I smiled, brushing the hair off her face as I took it between my hands.

“We won’t have to do that anymore, darling.” Kissing her deeply, I swallowed all of her moans before they could escape her, loving to be this connected to the woman who had stolen my heart.

“You know why?” I pulled away to catch my breath, watching her glossy eyes as she shook her head, unable to speak. “Because you’re mine now, all mine.”

Voicing my deepest desire rekindled my need, making me fuck her harder, spearing her over and over against the bed. I wanted to see the marks of our lovemaking later, the imprints of my nails, the bites all over her skin.

The thought of admiring them in the morning only spurred me on.

“Tell me you need me,” I incited, forehead glued to hers, desperate to hear the words from her own lips. “Tell me you’ll never disobey me again, never put yourself at risk dumbly.”

My voice was thick as I spoke, betraying the emotion I didn’t care to hide anymore. She smiled, hugging me to her and whispered, “worth it,” and how could I be mad?

“Again,” she ordered, and with another powerful thrust, I brought us to a release that was both blinding and revealing of some sentiments I’d struggled way too hard to keep in.

Heavy kissing followed said release. I didn’t want to catch my breath, I wanted to drown in her and this moment, forget about everything else for a while.

“I want you to be the mother of my children.” There it was, the words unspoken I couldn’t take back anymore. And instead of letting the moment fill with regret, I just got out of the bed and went to grab her a glass of water, hoping she’d forget all about it the moment I was back.

“Let’s do it.”

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[vmartist]

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir x Male Reader:

• the loneliest time •

(Just some quick notes before I continue: This is a college au so everyone is much older than portrayed in the show. You are also a superhero but I won’t be going into specifics as it’s not important and I don’t want to bloat the story more. And this one-shot is based on the song, The Loneliest Time, by Carly Rae Jepson. Basically it’s your song to Adrien’s Careless Whisper😍. (Jokes aside, enjoy!)

Tonight was a patrol night with Ladybug and Cat Noir. You wait on your usual meeting spot, sitting on the edge as you swing your legs back and forth. Soon after you receive a text from them both in the superhero group chat.

Ladybug:Sorry, can’t patrol today but good luck you two!

Cat Noir:Same here, sorry!

You sigh before realizing you forgot about the presentation you had to finish tonight with Adrien. You quickly make your way to his house before de-transforming. When you look at your phone you see several missed calls from him. In a pant you quickly call back. He picks up immediately. “Did you decide to run a marathon before picking up?” He teased.

“Shut up! I’m outside…hurry up and let me in so we can finish our work…” You grumble before hanging up. Soon after Adrien opens the gates for you and leads you to his room.

“You can sit anywhere while I bring my laptop out.” He says while walking over to his school bag. His room looks immaculate, it’s a perfect reflection of him. You decide to take a seat on the couch in front of his giant plasma screen T.V.

“How come you didn’t answer my calls?” He questions while setting his laptop down on the coffee table in front of you both.

“My phone was on silent and I completely forgot until I checked it…” You reply. He squints his eyes at you but takes your answer anyway.

The night goes by smoothly as you both work on the presentation together. Throughout the night you could feel Adrien’s eyes on you but chose to ignore them.

“Did you want something more comfortable?” He asks pointing at your outfit. You look down and notice your still in your clothes from this morning since you didn’t have time to change. “I have some spare clothes you can try? I have a ton of sleep wear from this campaign I did a couple weeks ago…I’ve got a couple sizes just in case.”

“Oh…sure why the hell not? But, are you saying you want me to stay the night?” You ask in a chuckle. He turns around from digging in his closet with a small smirk. “And let you go this late at night? No thanks, you’re safer here.”

He lays out a couple bundles of clothes in front of you. “I chose some based on what you already wear. You can use my personal bathroom over there when you’re ready to change.” He says while pointing behind him.

You nod your head and smile. “Thanks, Adrien.” He hums back in acknowledgement and walks over to the couch and shuts both of the laptops down. You enter the bathroom and get changed. ‘Wow…the material on this feels so nice! Is this what clouds feel like?’ You think to yourself as you rub the clothes between your fingers.

You exit shortly after with your dirty clothes in your arms. “Where did you want me to put these?” He turns to you from the couch. “You can go ahead and put it down there with my other dirty laundry. I’ll have it cleaned and dried.”

The thought of leaving your clothes behind is a bit uncomfortable but even more so considering that you’re not leaving it with just anyone but, the Adrien Agreste….He notices your lost in thought and shifting in place nervously.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay I’m not gonna judge you or anything. Just come over here and relax.” He pats the side beside him. You quickly put the clothes down and sit next to him. “I don’t want you to treat me any differently than you would other people. I already get that treatment from everyone else in my life…” He mutters.

“I’m sorry…I guess I’m worried about disappointing you? As weird as that sounds…” His eyes light up and he shakes his head.

“No I know what you mean.” His eyes watch you for a second before he places a hand on your shoulder.

“You look tense…is something wrong?” He asks while tilting his head at you. You avert your gaze and bite your lip. Your mind is swirling with everything that’s been going on in your life. And there really isn’t anyone who can understand what you’re going through…

“Do you ever feel like…there’s so much pressure on you? Keeping secrets and feeling like you have to hide who you really are?” You ask while leaning into the couch.

“Hah…if there’s anyone who knows that it’s me…” He sighs while leaning back as well. His hand hovers over your leg before returning to his side. “What are you hiding from people?” He questions in a murmur.

“Um…? Oh I just remembered…did you and Marinette ever…?” You ask.

“No.” He immediately replies. “After high school I think she and I were in separate mental spaces. But I heard she’s now dating Luka.”

“Luka? Like the guy that’s in our campus’s band?” Adrien nods with a grin. “Wow…He seems like her type.” You reply while crossing your arms.

“How about you?” He asks. “You seeing anyone?” You promptly shake your head.

“No….I’ve got too much going on right now to consider a relationship.” You respond in a mutter.

He chuckles dryly. “Same.”

There’s now a silence that’s replaced the conversation. It’s welcome as you two gaze outside his window. In the corner of your eye you notice his occasional gaze your way. You’d be lying if you said weren’t looking his way too.

“What’s your secret?” You ask suddenly.

“Oh!? Uhm…” Adrien swallows the lump in his throat. “It’s hard to describe…” Your eyes follow his face for an answer before you trail down to his wrist.

“Wait…is that the friendship bracelet I made for you in grade school?”

Adrien adjusts it and smiles at it fondly. “Yeah it is. I uh…well you were my first friend.”

You snicker and shake your head. “Honestly I thought you forgot about me. After your dad became a household name and all.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You’re such a drama queen.” A stifled laugh slips past his lips.

You side eye him before grabbing a pillow and hitting him. “Takes one to know one!”

Within seconds this starts a small pillow fight. The room’s atmosphere of thick awkwardness is now replaced with laughter and joy. Eventually you find yourselves laying on the ground together, tangled in each other.

“I remember when we used to do this when we were younger…” Adrien whispered as he passed his thumb over your cheek. “What happened to…us? You stopped talking to me once we got into high-school.”

You pull away from him as your lips turned downward. “Listen, I stopped talking to a lot of people so don’t take it personal. I just had a lot going on.”

“Yeah you stop talking to your friends, big deal, but not you’re best friend. You know I hate secrets.”

You groan while rubbing your temples. “You were popular, I figured you’d find yourself a new best friend. I didn’t wanna bother you with my bull shit so I thought it’d be easier to distance myself.”

He wraps his arms around you as he lays his head on your shoulder. “I don’t mind your ‘bull shit’ but seriously…don’t just disappear again I want you here.” His grip tightens slightly.

“Adrien I’m not going anywhere…sorry.” You whisper.

“Sorry for what?” He whispers back in a teasing way.

“I’m not gonna say it now…” You say turning away from him. He pulls you back towards him as he nuzzles himself into your neck. “Aw come on, don’t be like that.”

“Can it Adrien…” You start to close your eyes when you hear Adrien gasp.

You sit up and gasp as well as you watch an akuma floating into Paris.

“Time to t—…I mean…time to use the bathroom! You mind if I use yours real quick?” You chuckle nervously.

“Go ahead…I also have to use the bathroom! I’m gonna use one of the one’s downstairs…” Adrien states before sprinting out of the room.

You quickly enter his bathroom and transform. “Wow he must’ve really had to pee…”

You swing into Paris and meet up with Ladybug and Cat Noir.

“Great now that we’re all here I can form a plan!” Ladybug exclaims while looking over at the akumatized victim.

After a quick fight, Ladybug fixes everything and you all fist bump.

“Pound it!” You all chant before going your separate ways.

However you notice that Cat Noir is going the same direction as you are…You jump through the bathroom window and before you can de-transform Cat Noir enters through the door and you freeze.

“What are you doing here!?” He shouts before gasping. “Wait…don’t tell me…”

You groan and place your palm on your forehead. “You must be Adrien then…am I right?”

He sighs before saying: “Claws in.”

You de-transform as well and avoid his eyes. “I…think it’s time I head home.” You exit the bathroom but before you can leave he grabs your arm.

“Wait! Where are you going?” He asks while tugging your arm towards him.

“Home. Where else, Adrien…or should I call you Cat Noir from now on?” You grumble before shaking him off you and walking out. Adrien watches you leave, hoping you turn around but you don’t.

The following weeks were a wreck. As Adrien he tried to talk to you. That was easy, you could walk away whenever you wanted. But as Cat Noir you had to be there. Ladybug started to notice the change and was quick to call it out.

“Okay, what is going on with you two? Is there something happening that I don’t know about?” She huffs.

“Nothing is wrong!” You exclaim. “Cat Noir here just can’t learn when to take a hint.” You mumble while gritting your teeth.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you! It’s easier for you to walk away from your problems isn’t it!” He shouts back.

Ladybug steps in between you both and furrows her brows. “Stop! The only way for this team to work is if we work together. What even caused all this anyway? I’m sure we can work it out right here.”

You scoff and turn around. “I do just fine because unlike, someone, I know how to push my feelings aside.”

Cat Noir balls his fist and begins shaking with anger. “Step aside M’Lady…” He mutters.

“Cat, what are you gonna do?” He pushes past her and swings on you.

You quickly block the hit and push him off. “Finally! This is what you wanted this whole time, right!?” You cackle.

“Stop it you two!” Ladybug tries to intervene but is knocked aside by you both.

“Stay out of it!” You both yell. He leaps on top of you and pins you down.

“Not so smug anymore are you!?” He shouts. You push your knee against him and kick him away. The fighting stops when you hear the flapping of butterfly wings.

The akuma lingers between you and Cat Noir. Ladybug reaches out to you two. “You guys have to calm down! I’m sure we can work this out!” The akuma flys into Cat Noir’s ring and you quickly run to him.

“C-Cat!? You were right, I should’ve talked to you! I was being an ass I know, but you know how I am…”

He’s gripping his head and shaking. “I won’t stoop to your level…I won’t take these powers and I won’t betray my friends!” He screams before rejecting the akuma.

Ladybug let’s out a sigh of relief before pulling the both of you up. “I’m not sure what happened and I don’t care. It’s none of my business, but will you both please work it out.”

You and Cat Noir look to each other and nod slowly. “Come on, Cat Noir.” You hold your hand out, he grabs it and you both head back to his house. After de-transforming you can see how puffy and red Adrien’s eyes are.

You both sit in his bathroom in silence, with the occasional sniffle coming from Adrien. “I can’t take a hint?”

“No that’s not what I…I’m sorry. I say stupid shit all the time…” You mumbled.

“You hurt me a lot, (Y/n)…more than anyone has. I’ll set my feelings aside for, Ladybug and that’s it. But, right now I can’t look you in the eyes and tell you I genuinely forgive you. Please, go away.” He whispers before walking to his bed and laying down.

Your eyes linger on him before you decide to leave him in peace. As you leave you feel your eyes well with tears. You wipe your face with your sleeve and walk home. The next day at school, Adrien was a completely different person. He’s isolated himself from everybody.

When he was Cat Noir he was kinda the same, still cracking puns occasionally but after the job was done he quickly fled. You always watched him leave, your heart ached watching him go.

“You gonna head home?” Ladybug asks as she swings her yo-yo.

“Not now…I’m gonna stay here for a bit.” You mutter. She nods before leaving you alone to your thoughts.

The moon sits above you as the stars dance around in the sky. Tears fall down your cheeks as you watch the moon fall and the sun sets. The orange and pink light, colors the horizon. The sun slowly rises before you decide it’s time to head home. You lay your head against your bed and sob quietly thinking about the mess you’ve made.

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This was more angsty than I had intended but there will be a second part. Apologies for any spelling errors in advance, I barely edited. Anyway, hope you enjoyed<3

#mlm #gay #miraculous adrien #adrien agreste #male reader #angst #chat noir #cat noir #mlb #fluff #angst and fluff #mostly angst #male reader insert #cat noir x male reader #adrien agreste x male reader

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me: Chapter 11 - Awake

Chapter 11 | Series Masterlist

2.1k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, reference to broken bones, blood

A small, slightly disappointed huff leaves Eddie's lips, 

"I'm telling you, he doesn't like me!" 

"And I’m telling you, you're being ridiculous, he's too small for you to feel it when he's kicking." You'd been feeling movements for the last week, and while you were both delighted with this, you could see Eddie was feeling a little left out that he couldn't yet feel anything. 

"Nope. Kid hates me already." Eddie jokes, bumping your shoulder with his as he lays beside you, brushing his bangs from his eyes.

“You need to let me trim your hair, it’s gonna get to October and you’re going to be unable to see our newborn because your hair will be obscuring your vision.” 

Eddie laughs, “You don’t trust me to trim it myself?”

“Eddie, I've seen what happens when you trim it too short.” 

“In my defence I was trying to keep it in line, and then it just kept getting shorter and shorter. That was not my best look huh?” You shake your head with an apologetic smile,

“No I’m afraid that wasn’t the haircut that would have ever won me over.” Eddie pretends to pout,

“What if I’d suggested we start our arrangement with that haircut?”

“Then we wouldn’t be here right now because you know I’d have laughed you right out of the canteen or library or wherever else you decided to proposition me.” 

"I’m fairly certain you actually made the first move. Anyway, guess what arrived on Wayne's doorstep today." 

"You’re insane. And I’m gonna guess… your secret love child from a tryst with another member of the Hawkins cheer squad?" You gasp in horror, “I thought I was the only one. How could you?”

"Shit how did you guess?" Eddie pulls a face at you and pulls you closer, until your head is resting on his shoulder, lowering his voice until it's barely a whisper, "I got hush money. ‘For my discretion’" 

“But you’ve never been discrete a day in your life.” Eddie snorts

“Well I’m not running around town about what happened to me am I?”

"That’s true, maybe I should give you more credit. So, hush money?" Eddie nods, looking down at you with a happy smile,

“There was something else too”

“If you now say a love child you will be getting smacked.” You hover your hand over his arm, ready to drop at any second,

"No, it was a, uh, it was an honorary diploma, no more repeating senior year for me."

"Shit, if only you'd known before that nearly dying in an alternate hellscape dimension would guarantee you a pass I'm sure you'd have done that sooner." 

"Well that was my first thought too. Full of regret that I didn’t try that my first senior year." Eddie sarcastically replies, gently flicking your arm. "But the money. It's uh. Enough to pay off my treatments, help Wayne out with some of his debts and we'd still have a good deal left over."

"Jesus, how much did they give you?" Eddie scratches his head, and leans over to his jacket haphazardly thrown over your vanity chair, pulling out an envelope from one of the inner pockets and handing it to you silently. You pull the letter from the envelope and your eyes go wide as you read the figure.

"Shit." 

"Yep." 

"That's…"

"Enough for a house." You whip your head up to look at Eddie, perched on the end of your bed, grinning at you. 

"You sure? You really don’t have to do this.”

"Am I sure it's enough or I am sure I want this?" 

"Eddie, you know what I mean." 

He nods, "I'm sure, it's not like your parents would be in love with me moving in here, or that Wayne would enjoy another Munson under his roof, last kid he tried to raise turned his hair white." He chuckles and shifts himself on the bed, to be closer, "If this is truly what you want then I am all in." 

“Are you sure it won’t be terribly boring for you?”

“Raising a kid in a stable home? Yeah I can’t think of anything worse.” Eddie stares at you pointedly, “C’mon, what are you really worrying about?”

“Just that you’re rushing a lot of things and that you might regret this later on. Maybe that you’re only doing this because my parents are putting pressure on you.” You shrug, picking at a non-existent thread on your sleeve until Eddie takes your hand,

“Okay. It is very rushed and I’m sorry that a lot of this feels too soon, but I really want this. Want to be better than my old man was. If I’m moving too fast, just tell me and I’ll slow down, you know that.” 

You nod and let Eddie pull you onto his lap, hugging you as close as he can with a growing bump in the way. 

“I want this too, I just worry that you will become bored.”

“Please. Shoot me when I get bored of having the hottest wife in Hawkins, and the cutest kids.” You laugh and waggle your fingers in front of your face,

“You keep calling me your future wife but you still haven’t asked.” 

“Working on that.” Eddie kisses your cheek, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Wayne had been searching his possessions all day, sent on a mission by his nephew that morning, after a long chat in which both men had got misty eyed. He had a growing sense of unease when he struggled to find the box within a few minutes of his search, certain that he would have placed it in one of the obvious safe places in the trailer, the fireproof safe, nope, maybe his cupboard by his bed, nope.. Now that unease grew to full blown dread at telling Eddie that the item may have been lost when they lost their first trailer.

He curses himself for not thinking to ensure that the box was safe when he first moved in, now searching through his kitchen cabinets as though he would have placed such a sentimental object alongside Eddie's old Garfield mug. No luck here. He scans the room, scratching his head, eyes settling on a small trunk tucked behind the sofa,

"You gotta be in there." He yanks the trunk onto the sofa and starts scrambling around, throwing items haphazardly behind him as his fingers brush against the satin of the box. 

Gotcha.

Robin and Steve had spent their evening break out of the shop, wanting the fresh air, wandering absently towards the centre of town, eventually coming to a stop at a crevice, both peering down it curiously.

"So this could be the trauma confusion talking but, weren't these all hellfire-y and burning pits like… yesterday?" 

Steve nods, the crack before them seemingly to be just that, a crack in the ground. The cracks that up until yesterday had been unfillable by any means the remaining Hawkins residents had tried.

"Does this mean what I think it means? Maybe we did kill Vecna." Robin allows just a hint of optimism for the moment, looking from the crack to Steve.

Steve shakes his head at Robin, "When have we ever known it to be that simple? I don't have a good feeling about this. We need to get the group together, come up with a plan just in case." 

Robin nods, “I don’t think anyone is doing anything important tonight…. Shit.” Steve looks up at her abrupt end to her sentence, “Do we ruin the lovebird’s dinner date to tell them?” 

“I think we’re going to have to.” Steve laments.

“What if he’s mid-proposal and we burst in like ‘hey sorry guys, cute moment you are having but we think The Thing we don’t want to think about might be happening’. That could be awkward.” Robin laughs nervously.

“Do we know he’s definitely proposing tonight?” 

“He’s taking her out for dinner, told us all if we interrupted their date he would hand deliver us to the upside down with a bow tied around us and literally told us he was planning to propose and that it would be soon.” 

Steve remembers Eddie’s threat well, “You have a point. Maybe we catch them after? Let's get everyone else together first and then we can swing by the trailer and hope to God we don’t see Eddie’s ass again.” 

“I’m not taking that kind of chance Steve, I’ll stay with everyone else. Where are we thinking?”

“My place? Parents are gone again.” Robin nods, feeling a pang at the way Steve looks down at the ground whenever the topic of his parents comes up.

Drool trickles down Lucas' cheek, a soft snore leaving his mouth as he sleeps, folded over on himself with his head resting by Max's hand. The room is quiet, except for the snore and the beeping of monitors. 

The group still visited on a daily basis, and no one had given up on Max, but Lucas was the only one who refused to ever leave her side, except for the times where Erica hauled him out of the room to shower at home and to take some time for himself. 

Max's bones began to heal a few weeks after she was taken into the hospital. It was slow going, much slower than the doctors would expect but they still healed over time. They weren’t so optimistic about her vision, but then they also weren’t optimistic about her waking up either. Maybe that’s why Lucas awakes with a start when he feels Max’s arm shift, watching her face as a frown contorts her features briefly. That’s new. Without taking his eyes off of her face Lucas scrabbles around in his bag, looking for the walkie to get hold of Eleven and Dustin

They both arrive within 10 minutes, Dustin sweating from his bike ride, Eleven clearly having been given a ride by either Joyce or Hopper.

“Anything changed?” 

Lucas shakes his head, “It’s like she’s right there and she just can’t get through to us.” 

The three shriek like harpies when Max suddenly gasps, sitting bolt upright in her bed, grabbing out in the air until Lucas’ hand finds hers,

“Max?? It’s me, it’s Lucas. Can you hear me?” Lucas hits the call button as he tries to comfort a now sobbing Max, unable to make any sense of the words between her cries. It takes a while, and a small amount of sedation but eventually Max settles, still not having regained her ability to speak coherently, but awake, aware of the people in the room with her.

Max’s mom arrives within the hour, holding her head to her chest, smoothing over the braids that Erica and Eleven had put into her hair just a day earlier, whispering words of comfort to her. Eventually Max’s mom reaches out for Lucas’ hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze,

“Thank you so much for being here, not letting her wake up alone, making sure her friends were here to comfort her.” Lucas nods, words escaping him for a moment. Then attention swings to Eleven, watching over her friend with unshed tears,

“And you, you have always been such a good friend to my daughter, I know you have been taking care of her more than you should have had to but just know I’ll always be grateful.”

Dustin gives Lucas a wave before he can get a mini speech and backs out of the room, not wanting to intrude on the moment, and also dying to tell everyone that Max is awake. 

The van ride from dinner to drop you back to your parent’s house is deemed the perfect time by Eddie to start suggesting baby names once more.

“Eddie, we are not naming our child Sabbath. That is a cat name, not a kid name.” You wanted Eddie to have input into names, but so far you were unimpressed with his suggestions, there was one you were quietly considering but you wanted to wait a while, see if you both still liked the name in a few weeks.

“Okay fine, we’re getting a cat too then.” Eddie chuckles, rubbing your thigh as he drives,

“A cat and a baby? Damn, I really domesticated you huh?” 

“Nope. Still feral.” To prove his point he grabs your hand and sinks his teeth in, obviously not hard enough to leave any lasting marks, but enough to make you laugh at the faint imprint of his teeth in your hand.

“Ugh,” You look up from your hand over at Eddie who’s winching slightly, pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose as frown crosses his features,

“Everything okay, handsome?” 

“Yeah, just a little headache, nothing to worry about.” He smiles over at you and his face has you reaching for the tissues in your purse,

“Pull over. Your nose is bleeding.”

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[heyitssashag]

We got a big dump of snow on Wednesday and Thursday. I haven’t been out of the house since Tuesday and the cabin fever is beginning to fester. The cold snap has ended so the snow and ice are finally melting. — Tomorrow the kid and I have to go to physio and dental appointments. Hopefully, it’ll rain all night and clear out the rest. I’m not interested in slipping and falling.

I did a comedy show over Zoom on Thursday morning for a big news organization in New York. Mornings have been really hard on me and I was not feeling well. I dragged my ass to be online for 8:45am (it was for their “lunch and learn” and they’re 3 hours ahead). It turned out to be pretty fun and I’m so glad I kicked my ass to show up.

I felt inspired enough to re-work some old jokes right after doing the show. The next day was comedy class. The jokes went over well so that felt good.

I’ve been watching a lot of stand up as well. I wish I could recommend one but none have particularly blown my socks off. One was Pete Davidson’s: Turbo Fonzarelli. It started off gross. Then it was a little funny. Then it went gross again. Then I fell asleep for a few minutes, woke up, and his material got extra weird but I got a few chuckles and that was it. This special was the first one of his that I was able to sit through in its entirety (aside from falling asleep for those few minutes). All of his other specials are stupid and gross. I loved him on SNL so it’s disappointing to see his stand up. — Another special I watched was Dusty Slay’s Workin’ Man. It started out funny and then it got boring until about half way through and it got better. If his first few minutes weren’t funny, I would’ve probably shut it off. I think I laughed the hardest when he talked about doing his “TedX talk”.

I hate being stuck inside so much. The last 3 days I’ve been going on my parent’s elliptical instead of walks. It’s not the same but at least I’m getting some exercise. My kid was yelling at me because I went all haywire with cleaning the house yesterday. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” they exclaimed! I was just trying to stay busy while not going bat-shit cray-cray.

On Tuesday before the snow hit, I went for my first day back to Art Therapy. I always wanted to try needle felting so they showed me how. I made a swan. Keep in mind, it started off as a sheep. I also wet felted a rock. It makes a great paper weight. 😂

I had a number of appointments this week with the “shrink”, the neurosurgeon and I also had my Zometa (bone strengthening) infusion at the hospital. A doctor from the cancer clinic also called to see how I’m doing on the new chemotherapy drugs. My actual oncologist is away on paternity leave. My CT scan requisition got lost in the medical abyss so I told her I needed that done, ASAP. They forgot to include my cervical spine on the last requisition so it was probably a good thing it didn’t go through. Now I don’t need to get scanned twice. The neurosurgeon needs to see that to make sure all is well in my neck …and maybe, possibly I can start running again.

Today is the last day of my first cycle of the chemotherapy. I don’t feel great. I get lab work later this week so I’ll get to see my tumour markers. It’s easier to push through side effects when you know the treatment is working.

I also finished my 7th book for the month. The Creative Act By Rick Rubin.

Rick Rubin is one the greatest producers of all time. (I didn’t say the greatest but he’s definitely one of the top). He’s also a life-long meditator. He seems like a pretty “zen” guy. 🧘‍♂️ I enjoyed the book and found a few nuggets of inspiration. Mostly, I felt validated around my own insecurities when making any sort of art. Apparently, I’m not alone. The art still needs to be made, though! It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of it. Creating art and not feeling self-conscious nor judged around it is challenging. This has been one of my biggest hurdles. When I was younger, I’d get one negative remark and I didn’t want to create or play anymore. I just shut down. I felt too vulnerable to share that part of myself. It’s taken me this long to get over it. Now, I make art for me. — It’s a thick book but not a huge amount of content. Lots of blank space. I believe that was for effect to give “space” for what we just read and digest it. If you’re any sort of aspiring artist, you may enjoy this book.

I’m meeting with my volunteer coordinator soon to plan for a Chronic Conditions leader training that is starting next week. We’ll both be facilitating it (over Zoom). I’m looking forward to that.

This week, I have to face some dreaded paperwork. I’ve been really dragging it out and have to get it done. It’s stressful and gives me a stomach ache, though. Blah.

I also finally started Stephen King’s Fairy Tale. So far, it’s good. Apparently, it’s a true “fairy tale” (not a horror). So that’s my plan for tonight… along with a cup of tea, of course. Although, the kid just informed me they want to watch the movie “Dumb Money” so I may do that instead.

#metastatic breast cancer #who felts a rock? #I do lol #this post was a lot longer than I was anticipating #again lol #life update #blogging on my blog

[allsadnshit]

I don't want to seem too pushy because I know sometimes people send you asks that are too much but I don't really know, I think I might have agoraphobia but I'm not sure, I've always been very nervious and hated going out but still did it to go to work or school but I got fired a couple of months ago and since then I only go to the near grocery store. I don't have panic attacks or anything I just always manage to come up with a good excuse to not to go out, but it's not lazyness, it's really affecting my life. I guess my question is if you have been treated for it because I don't know if I should go to therapy for that, I used to go to a psychiatrist that didn't take me seriusly at all (prescribed me pills in the first appointment and alwasy rolled his eyes at what I said) which caused me to really doubt if I'm overreacting, again sorry if this is not appropiate

Hmm not super appropriate but very relevant so I will answer!

First of all sorry to hear that's how you have been living for a long time even after talking to a professional... I once had an old psychiatrist joke I should just wear diapers since I was having such debilitating digestive problems in the worst year of my life and it was probably one of the most humiliating distasteful comments I've ever had a medical professional make and it was especially fucked up cause a year later I got a surgical diagnosis for endometriosis which was in fact part of what was destroying my guts and no funny at all to live with forever

So let me just say I hope whoever you've gone to for help who's ignored your needs or not given your issues the energy has a really shit day today and spill their next drink all over themselves and is forced to reflect on their medical malpractice

Secondly, my agoraphobia is part of my OCD which requires it's own diagnosis and took about a year of therapy with a really good therapist before I was comfortable being fully evaluated for it. There is certainly treatment and I'm undergoing it now, and I truly believe it's something you can recover and heal from but it's extremely hard and takes consistent time and effort which is difficult and life doesn't always give us space for.

Not being able to comfortably leave my house has changed my life forever and the medical industry really failed me with not catching it the years I had bad therapists and the longer it goes on untreated the harder to break the pattern it is so don't wait for an opportunity to get started addressing it, make one for yourself. Life is crazy and sometimes we are lucky enough to have the opportunity right in our faces but sometimes we also have to carve them out and it really sounds to me that you're there and want to get better.

Idk what sort of diagnosis you might get or what treatment plan is in store - but I hope you give real time and energy to finding something that helps you even after you've been treated poorly in the past! Save your own life

[dearophelia]

all days i am mad about cancer, today is a day that i am Mad about cancer

i used to be a person. now i’m just a medical chart.

i have been sick for two and a half years. i have been in active treatment for two and a half years.

i’ve not had eyebrows for at least a year. my hair fell out six months ago for the third fucking time and hasn’t grown back. this is the second spring i will have to endure without eyelashes. every time i see someone’s eyelashes i miss mine.

i miss being pretty. i am a bald eyebrow-less potato who looks sick.

i’m not even able to put makeup on because of energy levels and my right hand still being at only 75% mobility after brain surgery over a year ago

i’ve been told my new chemo can cause peeling on my palms and the soles of my feet. i’ve been told to avoid lotions with scents. i’ve been using unscented lotion for a year because the last chemo gave me really dry skin. i just want to smell nice. for me. and not smell like Unscented.

survival was a compelling motivator in the beginning but now that i’m two and a half years in and will likely never be out of active treatment i’m just like “what’s the point here?” to give me more time to feel like a log? to wake up another day and barely be able to make it through work? to keep me alive long enough to maybe move the needle on some survival stats just to say we did it? let’s be real here, what are we doing?

food has a 50/50 shot of tasting weird.

i have no hair (literally. no hair. anywhere on my body). i’m tired of always wanting to put a hat on when i leave the house, because my appearance is a privacy issue: i don’t want to advertise to my neighbors, the mailman, the 15 year-old kid who loads the groceries in my car that i Am Sick.

showers take all my energy and some days i’m not able to do much more than stand there under running hot water. when i shower at all. which is infrequent, because my former “you need a shower” indicator was my hair getting overly oily, and adhd means i kind of need those indicators or else i won’t do the thing that takes all my energy.

writing is a joke, let’s be honest. game prep even more.

i’m stuck in a depression cycle, and being aware of that doesn’t make it easier to break

my anxiety is through the roof about literally everything. i have to take an ativan to even go get my mail, let alone take out the trash

and i’m tired! tired of it! tired of my entire life being taken up by this disease! it’s not fair!

#oph’s sick

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

vent

So my older sister and I have been house sitting for our relatives and for the past like three days it's just been us at the house. Randomly today our brother showed up and I was like oh okay cool, whatever he's here. I had plans so I ended up leaving and when I came back he was here and he and my sister were watching movies. I went "Oh what are you doing here" and they kind of teased like oml do you not want him here? I got a bit annoyed but joked along like "Oh my god I didn't say that bye" and I left to a separate bedroom while they watched their movie.

I was out for like four hours and I'm tired and I have work in the morning. I went to the room because I wanted quiet and didn't like the movie they were watching. About two hours r passes and I come back out to say goodnight and he's not there. So I ask my sister where he went and she says he left because he felt like he wasn't wanted. And it just pisses me off because when tf did I say that.

Me going to the room had nothing to do with him yet he decided to feel some typa way about it. Like obviously now I'm upset because yeah it hurts my fucking feelings. I was literally just trying to have a quiet rest of my night and now I'm in bed feeling like a piece of shit for that.

Like Jesus fucking christ I didn't fucking do anything other than go to the room which I already normally do at our house. I didn't give a fuck if he wanted to spend the night but instead of talking about it with me he just up and left.

Hi anon,

I'm sorry about what happened. It doesn't sound like you did anything wrong, and your brother may have misinterpreted you, whether intentionally or not. Obviously he's free to leave whenever he pleases, but to blame it on not feeling wanted without attempting to communicate about that first is called the silent treatment. Your feelings about this are valid.

I'm wondering if your brother has a history of doing things like this, like making you or others feel unnecessarily guilty. Ultimately I hope that your brother can develop some better communication skills and perhaps emotional maturity as well.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse

[sancore]

Today I list down things mentally, to not do to my kids (if ever I have any) that my mother did to me.

My mother would give or take love like a button, giving away in parts, she would leave me bereft and thinking it was my fault.

Raising hands is quite common in Asian households but to the extent where you are doing just to release your pent up frustration is entirely wrong. She did that, and I know many people will joke about this, but I cannot even begin to quantify the number of indents it leaves on you mentally.

The silent treatment; when I grew up and she didn’t see it fit to raise hands on me anymore, she started to give me the silent treatment, she would go hours without acknowledging my existence, all the while calling my grandparents and my father and telling them how big of a disappointment I am. I am a single child and without anyone to talk to, I would naturally go pleading to her to forgive me. Everything was a test in my house, kind of like Santas naughty list but worse.

Log Kya kahenge; I am sure most females in India have grown up listening to this, but just because many people have said this does not make it any right. Over the years my mother has allowed or disallowed me for numerous things just by thinking log Kya kahenge. And I have consoled myself by saying, it gets better with years, I am 20 right now and will be 21 in 2 months. It has not gotten better.

My mother beat me with a steel rod when I was 15 because I had a boyfriend, and many people will think, “oh maybe she slept with him” I didn’t I hadn’t even held the guys hand.

I love my mother dearly but there’s only so much I can cajole my heart and my brain into believing.

#mother #tw abuse #love

[lupismaris]

Not me eating on the patio with a trattoria record playing so I can pretend Ive actually left the fuckin house no no I don't know what you're talking about

#jokes on me i did leave the house today for treatment #but i miss restaurants so bad #i wanna get wine tipsy and flirt with the bartender or something

[daddysbabybunnyyy]

The office

(⛔️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⛔️)

This is just a smut excuse. You two argue. And uh- yeah.

You sat at your desk brooding. You were so pissed off and for what? Jschlatt. That’s what. He’d been so lovey dovey with you for seven whole months but these past couple weeks he had just been- distant. He’d started paying less attention to you at work and at home. Stopped taking you out on dates or inviting you to his house and it was safe to say that you were touch starved. This morning you’d had it though, because in he strolled miserable as ever with only ONE drink from the coffee shop. He clearly just forgot yours… or maybe he didn’t bother getting you one. “Morning.” He grumbled as he walked past, expecting you to give your usually chirpy reply. But when you didn’t he stopped in his tracks, turning back round to face you. “I said Mornin.” This time his voice was stern, a growing and already agitated look on his face. You chose to ignore him, reply with a half arsed “what? Oh. Yeah whatever.” You could physically feel the daggers his eyes were shooting into you but you were quite frankly done with his lack of attention for you lately. The man needed a taste of his own medicine. Schlatt didn’t press you any further, he just rolled his eyes and slammed his office door behind him murmuring, probably something about you being a bitch. Come lunchtime and the entire floor that you and Jschlatt worked on could feel the aggravated tension between you two. Usually the two of you were flirtatious and would joke about. But today you stuck your noses up at each other if you walked past, pretending he wasn’t even there. You didn’t even give him his lunch today, instead you gave it to Quackity. Right in front of him. Laughing at the furious look that was brooding on his face. “What’s wrong boss?” You sneered. “Oh I’m sorry, did I forget to make you lunch? What a shame.” You strode past him, pushing your empty cup into his chest for him to take, just to add some extra salt to the wound. Jschlatt refused to take your shit any longer. First the silent treatment, then you acting like a bitch all morning and NOW you were giving away his lunch?! He strode after you, he almost looked like an angry ram in his state. Eyes dark, head forward and his stance was menacing. Not that you gave a shit. He followed you to your desk, blocking your only exit. “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” You ignored his question, heaving a massive pile of papers in front of him. “I’m done sorting your shit, you do it.”

You stood, anticipating what he was going to do. You could see the pure rage in his eyes, but part of you couldn’t help but be glad. You wanted him to feel like this, it was only fair. And besides, how else would you get his attention? “Get in my office. Now!” Jschlatt yelled as he slammed his office door open. Without another word you walked in, placing yourself lazily in one of the chairs opposite his desk. He kicked the door shut, so hard you felt the floor shake. You kept your head down as he sat in his office chair, staring you down. “You are aware that I could easily fire you for this right?”

“Yeah but you won’t. You need me too much.”

“Everyone here is replaceable.” He chuckled bitterly. You couldn’t lie, his words did hurt you, even if you tried not to let them.

“Fine.” You spat. “You’ve already started replacing me anyway.” Your voice broke a little.

“What? I’ve not started replacing you.”

“Yeah well it sure fucking feels like it.” You got up to leave, walking towards the door. You heard his chair fall to the floor as he stood up. “What in the gods do you want from me?!” His voice was laced with so much poison. You couldn’t stand it. Turning swiftly on your heel, you faced him. “You Shlatt! I want you!” A lump started to form in your throat. “Where have you been? All you’ve done is ignore me and shrug me off recently.” He gave no response. Your eyes started to well. “I know what I signed up for with this job and it was not to be some shitty cliche work fling!”

“What- no, baby you’re not-“ you didn’t even let him finish. You were at your limit and you were gonna say what you needed to. “I put up with so much of your shit and for what? To get thrown away after a couple months?”

“Where the fuck has this come from?” He groaned, throwing his arms up dramatically.

“You wanna know what I really want Schlatt?” You stormed over to him, once again getting deep within his personal space. “I want you to pay attention to me. I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck the shit out of me like you used to.”… ah. Well you had no idea that’s where you were going with this. “I want you to treat me like I mean something and if I don’t… well then you’ll let me leave.”

You once again headed towards the door, slowly losing hope the closer you got. Was he really just going to let you leave? His lack of arguments had worried you a little, usually he was the challenging one. When you got to the door, you faltered, hoping he wouldn’t notice. With a final sigh and that lump in your throat settling in again, you began to turn the door handle, pulling the door open. However it didn’t get more than a couple inches open before his hand had slammed it shut again. Before you had time to comprehend what he was doing you had been spun around so your back was against the door and his lips were on yours. You immediately relaxed into it, even though it was rough. God how you had craved this. The feeling of his beard tickling your face slightly, the way his lips guided and dominated yours at the same time. The way he would let out a deep groan when you opened your mouth to him. He kept one arm on the door next to your head, but the other pulled in your waist against him. You loved how you felt so small under him. He was so strong that he could keep both your hands in place with one of his, hybrid strength you figured. Your hands soon found their way onto his shirt, fumbling with each of the buttons until they came undone. Once his shirt was finally off, you took no time before exploring his chest. You were so familiar with the way it felt already. The small scar that ran from the left side of his chest to his collarbone, the patch of hair that rested in the middle of his chest and ran down to his stomach. You adored how his arms felt as they flexed around you. They made you feel protected. And the soft, but defined feeling of his stomach and v-line. You teasingly traced your fingers over it till they hit his belt buckle, hooking your fingers around it. “Ah ah, now now darlin.” He pulled away from your kiss, chuckling at your neediness. “I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m shirtless and you’re not.” You watched happily as he undid your shirt, pulling it off your arms and discarding it on the floor. You immediately undid your bra clasp, letting it join your shirt. He took a second to admire the top half of you, cupping your boobs in each of his hands. He smiled softly, but it had a devilish undertone. You had a feeling you were in for a royal time. “Now baby,” you bit your lip shut as he ran his thumbs over your nipples. You cursed how sensitive they were. “Be a good girl for once and put yourself over my desk will ya?” God you felt your knees buckle, letting out a desperate whimper. “Yes sir~” you whispered.

You didn’t hesitate at his order, toddling over in your heels and skirt. You were glad it was laundry day now, because it had left you with no underwear except a very Lacy thong. You heard the click of the door lock behind you as Schlatt followed behind. You leant yourself over the desk, ass sticking out just the way he liked it. He hummed happily, pressing himself against you, hand rubbing your ass. You pulled your skirt up for him, knowing damn well your ass would jiggle when you did. Just as you’d thought, it worked a treat. Schlatt let out a physical moan at the sight of you and in those teasing underwear too. He spanked your ass, causing you to let out a flustered whine. You pressed yourself against him, already trying to grind on the bulge in his suit trousers.”god you really are just a fuckin whore for me huh?” He pulled down your underwear, letting them fall at your ankles. Immediately he ran his fingers over you, feeling how wet you already were. “Oh princess~” he sucked on his fingers. “You’ve needed this huh?” You whined as he pushed his fingers into you, pressing against all the best places. You could already feel your legs wanting to buckle from the smallest of touches, purely from how much you missed the feeling. He pumped them in and out of you, watching and smiling the more you lost yourself on his fingers alone. He couldn’t wait to be inside you, the sight of your ass grinding against his hand to try and get as much friction as you could was enough to make him want to cum there and then. “Daddy please~” you moaned, getting needy and frustrated. “Please what princess?”

“Please fuck me, I want you inside me so so bad~” he didn’t bother to hesitate, unzipping his suit trousers and letting his cock out of his boxers. He rubbed the tip against you teasingly, letting it slip over your clit. Oh how you wanted to just put him inside you yourself, but you knew that if you moved or got bratty, your ass would be getting spanked red raw. Schlatt lent forwards, kissing between your shoulders. “Hey just so you know darlin,” he lined himself up with your entrance. “I love you~”

The man didn’t even give you time to reply before he was balls deep inside you. You let out a squeal, feeling stretched out in all the best ways. He gave you a minute, realising that he’d slipped in all at once. For a second he thought he might’ve hurt you, but your whines and pleas assured him differently. Gripping your hips he started thrusting into you steadily, enjoying the feeling of finally being inside you again. He wanted to tell you how sorry he was for ignoring you and why all this had happened in the first place but that was a conversation for when you were done. Right now, he was focused on pounding his dick into you so hard your boobs jiggled each time he bottomed out.

“God I’ve missed you~” he moaned, the grip on your hips tightening as he pulled your ass towards him, matching his pace. You wanted to reply, you really did but you were lost in your own world of pleasure. It was so hard to keep your shaky legs from faltering but luckily Schlatt had you to keep you right where he wanted. He soon started to speed up, clearly getting impatient with being slow. God he felt so big inside you. With the way you were positioned, you could feel the little bulge in your tummy each time he pushed inside you, hitting your g spot every damn time. Your little hands gripped the edge of the desk, whining for him like a pet in heat. Jschlatt noticed when your legs were getting too tired for you, pulling out and picking you up gently. You moaned at the loss of contact, giving him crocodile tears. He spanked your ass, “Come on now doll, be patient for me.” He cooed. You pouted, secretly loving the way he was harsh and gentle with you at the same time. He wrapped you around himself like a koala whilst he quite literally swiped everything off his desk onto the floor. The way you giggled at his impatience made his heart melt, along with feeling a little guilty. How could he have just ignored you like he had? He sat you down on his desk, standing in between your legs. Holding and squishing your thighs in his hands made you look tiny, something you had realised you were obsessed with. “You good there darlin?” He asked softly, watching your cute face. You nodded with a little “mhm!” in response, your legs swinging off the edge of the desk happily. He chuckled, watching your change in expression as he pushed his tip back inside you. This time, taking the opportunity to admire your face whilst he made you feel good. You tried to hide in his neck, but his hand softly grasped your chin, pulling it back up to look at him. “Just look at me a little longer please baby,” he cooed, to which you only whined, but obeyed. “Good girl.” Schlatt didn’t take the time to speed up, starting out with an already rough pace, hands gripping your waist and thigh. His eyes flickered between your face and.. well your boobs. He just loved to watch the way they bounced every time he slammed into you. And hearing the little squeaks and moans you made? It was heavenly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to be as close as possible. He pulled you closer to him, leaving just enough space to pound his cock into you. “F-feels s-s-so good” you managed to stutter. “C-can’t they hear us? O-outs-side?” Jschlatt scoffed, gently kissing your forehead. “Let em, I want them to know who you really belong to.” Schlatt felt your insides squeeze around him. He knew you liked it when he was possessive. Your body turned to putty, relying on his hands completely to stay upright. Without thinking, you grabbed one of his horns, trying to steady yourself. “Ah, fuck. Watch the horns.” But you didn’t want to, because you realised each time you pulled on them he only railed you harder and with his fingers now rubbing your clit, you wanted to cum more than ever. “Sugar I said watch the horns-“ you mumbled some nonsense, clearly showing you weren’t gonna listen. He knew exactly why you were doing it, you wanted to see him mad. You giggled brattily, “make me” letting out a surprised Yelp, your legs got spread wider than before, and with the new angle he had you at, his cock felt like it was gonna break you in half. You were still on his desk, but now on your back and wearing his hand as a collar. “If you wanna act like a brat you’re gonna get fuckin treated like one alright?”

“Y-yes sir” But the whole time, your hands never left his horns, and his never left your body, touching it wherever he could. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he growled. “Else you’d be bent over my knee right now.” You only smiled, your head as empty as a peanut. The only thoughts you had were him and the sex and even those were blurred. You could feel yourself getting close, the constant friction of his dick and his fingers clearly becoming too much for your body to handle. And the way he was talking to you did not help- “You’ve had such an attitude all day huh?” He stared down at you with a smirk, hair messy and eyes lewd. “And now look at you darlin, all messy and pretty for me- oh fuck~” even schlatt was clearly having a good time. All his little comments blurred your brain, “god you’re so fuckin pretty” he’d smile at you, or he’d open your mouth with his thumb and whisper, “come on sweet, whine for daddy.” And all his little “good girls” were just an overload of enjoyment.

“Schlatt.. gon- gonna,” he cut you off, finishing your sentence for you. “Oh my, is someone gonna cum? Is my cock too much for her hm?” You nodded, agreeing frantically. “Come on then darlin, cum for me.” He growled in your ear in his deep, heavy voice. It was all too much and just like that, you were sent over the edge, cumming so hard on his dick you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second. “Oh atta girl~” he cooed. It didn’t take long for him to follow you, the desperate sounds you made as you came, the way you pulled him closer as your legs shook and the way your insides pulsed around him was enough to make him cum. He pounded you through both your orgasms, his thrusts becoming sloppier and messier as he finished. Slowly, the two of you came down from your highs, holding one another the entire time. Every now and then he would place a kiss on your forehead, telling you how proud he was or how well you did for him. Eventually he pulled out and walked away, much to your disapproval but he was soon back, this time with a blanket that he kept for naps on his office sofa. He swaddled you in it, carrying you to the sofa. Once he sat with you in his lap, you snuggled against his chest sleepily. All the fucking had taken it out of you.

“Hey princess, why don’t we go back to mine for a nap?” he stroked the hair from out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. “But- but what about work?”

“Oh sugar, I’m the boss! And I say we need an afternoon off.” Jschlatt rubbed circles on your back. Once you were back at his, he’d explain everything to you. And after nap time? He’d wake you with a bubble bath and a dinner date, but as far as you were concerned, that was a surprise. After all, you deserved it. “So, what d’ya say toots?” He grinned, looking into your big, glazed eyes. “Toots?” You giggled, snuggling into his neck. “Eh, sounded cute I guess” he shrugged, a red glow flushing his cheeks. He was a strange man. A minute ago he had you bent over his desk but he was blushing a nickname? You kissed his cheek and after a moment of thought, you nodded. “It’d be nice to spend time with you.”

So you both gathered your clothes off the floor in the office. You could sort the mess you two had made. Once Jschlatt had wrapped his jacket around you, he finally opened the door, making sure his arm was firmly wrapped around your waist. Of course when the two of you walked out smiling and happily flirting again, half the office was baffled at what sort of conversation the two of you could have had. Unfortunately those who worked a little closer to Jschlatt’s private office heard everything. So when the two of you passed them all they could do is stare at their screens, trying horribly to forget what they heard. Poor Quackity looked traumatized, something you clocked and with a barely guilty expression, mouthed a “sorry” in his direction. Not that you could care. Who was gonna tell the two of you off? You were the bosses after all.

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I’m so sorry about all the massive gaps it’s tumblrs fault :<

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