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spookyquill · 3 months

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The Thorns in My Heart are For You

Description: a Hanahaki Disease AU, Reader is in love with Dazai and has been for a long while. They were in the port mafia but they left with Dazai

Word Count: 2800

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TW: Blood, mentions of sickness, coughing up stomach contents, head over the toilet, passing out, alcohol

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Atsushi brought a different kind of light to Dazai. You watched him as he began hovering around Atsushi, teaching him all sorts of random things and dragging him to witness his events. A kid who should’ve held no mercy for the world, gave such kindness to everyone around him. Maybe he was an influence for Dazai, an ambition for him to follow. Whatever it was, it gave Dazai a different kind of glint in his eyes.

You watch from your desk as Dazai laughs manically, having just thought up of another plan for an attempt. Atsushi walks gloomily over to you. “Hey (Y/n). Is there anyway you can convince Dazai to stop doing…” He gestures over to the man.

With a sigh, you reply. “Unfortunately no. I can talk to him as much as I can but it won’t stop him from wanting to. As long as someone is always around to help him out afterwards, he’ll be fine.”

Atsushi groans and takes a seat at his desk across from you. “Ranpo mentioned the other day that you and Dazai joined at the same time. Is that true?”

“Yeah.” You smile back at the memory. “We’ve been through a lot for sure, honestly I didn’t even think we’d make it far. But we’re here now, and I’m glad we are.” You look at Atsushi fondly. “You’ve saved him.”

Atsushi tilts his head. “Yeah. Didn’t he tell you how we met?”

You shake your head. “That's not what I mean. I mean that you gave him a new purpose.”

“Oh.” Atsushi looks to Dazai, who has now moved to poking Kunikida, literally. “I have?”

“Yeah. He’s gotten much happier since being here. He still acts the same but it’s… more. Like his smile is bigger, his laugh is more genuine. He seems to have found his purpose. And it’s been ever since he’s taken you in.”

You hear Atsushi mumble, and barely catch his words. “I don’t think I make that much of a difference.”

You mentally slap him. “Atsushi. You saved him. Literally and figuratively. You are worth more than you think. Besides, everyone here has basically accepted that he’s your father.” You take a sip of your coffee as Atsushi sputters. “Don’t try to deny it.”

Before he can try to form a sentence of rebuttal, Yosano comes up to you. “I’ve been requested for a job nearby. Did you want to accompany me? We could go shopping afterwards if you’d like.”

You nod. “Sure! I’d love that. It’s been a while since we’ve shopped together.”

“Alright. We’ll head off then.” She walks away, her bag hanging from her shoulder.

As you stand, you feel a familiar tickle at your throat. “Yosano, I’ll meet you downstairs. I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

Yosano waves, signalling her acknowledgment. You pass Atsushi a kind smile, waving him a quick farewell before you speed walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You barely make it to the toilet before you’re spewing up your stomach's contents. Your lungs heave in pain, adding their own contribution to the mix. Your abdomen pulses in pain at having its muscles involuntarily clenched. It lasts for another minute before you can take a deep breath.

Despite your arguments against it, you peek into the toilet bowl.

Flower buds. Some half bloomed.

“Great.”

~~ Time Skip a few days ~~~

It had been a quiet day. In fact, you had just finished your lunch break and were on your way back to your desk for even more paperwork to file. But something seemed different as you ascend the stairs.

You begin to wheeze about halfway up the stairs, your lungs feeling tighter than usual. It was confusing, normally you’d be able to jog a few flights of stairs before feeling even a little short of breath, but now it was halfway up one flight of stairs and your lungs were heaving.

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You seem out of breath. Did you go for a run?” Dazai asks as you reach the office.

You decide to go with the lie. “Yep! Sure did.”

Dazai hums. “It’s not a good idea to go running before or after food, you know.”

You take a seat at your desk, taking in as much air as your lungs allow you to before exhaling in a sigh. “I know. But I had energy.”

Dazai is silent for a little while, and you think he drops the topic. But he speaks up once again. “You should let Yosano check you out. You don’t look that good.”

This time, you let out a sigh of annoyance. “She will probably just tell me that I need rest.”

“Maybe you should listen.” Dazai stands up from his desk, grabbing some things off his desk and heading for the door. “Take some days off to recuperate. You’ve been working a lot lately.” He smiles at you before he takes his leave.

You felt conflicted. In one way you felt that he was discreetly calling you weak for needing a break. But on the other hand you felt that your hard work was being noticed. Strange.

Before you can think much more about it, your phone chimes with a message. Looking at it, it surprises you who the messenger is. Regardless, you smile.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly. You finish off your paperwork with some spare time left over, so you begrudgingly take yourself to Yosano's office. She of course told you exactly what you thought she would.

Once you left work, you went home, got changed into a more casual relaxed fit, and headed downtown. It doesn’t take you long before finding the restaurant. You enter, immediately being greeted by a server.

“Hi! Reservation for Nakahara?”

The server nods and directs you through to the back of the restaurant where a few open booths line up against the wall.

“Right on time.” Chuuya says as you reach his booth.

You smile. “Chuuya! It’s been so long.”

Chuuya nods in agreement, sliding over to allow you space to sit next to him. You take the seat, using the position to give your friend a quick hug, relishing in the reunion.

“How have you been?” He asks as he sets his fedora down on the table. You also take this moment to notice that his mafia coat isnt with him.

“I’ve been alright. Work was quiet today.” You can feel your lungs heave with uncomfortable familiarity.

“Can imagine it would be. Lot of you working on cases and all that shit. Plus they have a hardworker like you on the team.” He bumps your shoulder, sending you a grin.

A server quickly drops by a bottle of wine as well as two glasses before bowing and leaving the two of you alone again. Chuuya makes work with pouring the wine.

“Yeah, but it gets quite boring pretty quickly-” You choke on a cough, phlegm rising up along with the too familiar tang of metal. You’ve been holding it back for so long today, refusing to let out even a small cough into your hand. It’s all been building up, and now your lungs about to force it all out.

Blood splatters over the table at the first cough. You cover your mouth, eyes going wide at the feeling of pressure at your lungs. You can’t even look at Chuuya at the moment. You jerk up from your seat, holding back coughs behind your hand as you stumble haphazardly to the bathroom.

You know you’re disturbing the entire restaurant, probably scaring everyone, but you couldnt give a fuck at that moment. All that mattered was making it to the toilet.

You barely make it, dropping to the floor and skidding to the bowl, ejecting your body’s contents into it, both from your stomach and your lungs.

It’s painful, the most painful thing you have ever experienced. Nothing trumps this. It feels like your body is on fire, exploding in white hot pain. Your muscles are too tense, it feels like they’re so tight that a breath of air could break them. You can’t breathe, can’t get oxygen. You feel light headed, it makes your head pound. Your stomach feels like its being squeezed of everything it has in one go, your lungs feel worse. It’s as if there are multiple hands inside your body wringing them of any and all moisture.

It feels like it's been hours by the time you can take a breath of air. You gulp the air, feeling much needed relief for a moment before your body forces another wave of ejection, thankfully this one doesn't last as long.

You feel someone behind you, hands caressing your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. A cascade of voices can be heard as well, one closer to you sounding louder and more aggressive than the rest.

Chuuya.

You lift your head away from the toilet, opening your mouth wide to let as much air as possible in. Your head leans back, tears dripping down your face. You feel Chuuya pull your head gently to his chest, fingers threading through your hair. The feeling of nausea doesn’t feel so empowering now, so you let your body slump against Chuuyas.

Time seems to slip by, your mind fading in and out of consciousness. One moment you open your eyes to being held in Chuuya’s arms, some servers surrounding the two of you. Another time you open your eyes to him walking outside with you. Another moment he’s tangling your body to piggy back his on his bike. Another moment passes and your pressed up against him by an invisible force which makes sense once you comprehend the red glow surrounding your body. You feel the wind whipping against your body, your head feeling cushioned by what you can only guess is a helmet. You close your eyes again for a bit longer.

When you open them again, you’re in a warm bed, a lamp dimly lighting up the room, not too harsh for your head. It’s warm, and the bed beneath you is soft, softer then your own. This isn’t your room.

Chuuya comes into view, placing a damp wash cloth on your forehead. The cold cloth drowns you in relief, your head finally managing to connect with all five senses. Your mouth still tastes horrible, but it seems manageable for the moment. Your ears are ringing and sounds seem to be slightly muffled. The smell of warm chocolate brings to your a pang of hunger, your body desperately needing something to sustain it again.

You groan, reaching up to Chuuya. “What happened?” Your voice is raw and only brings back the taste of what seems like minutes prior.

“You threw up is what happened. Scared the shit out of me, I nearly took you to the hospital.” He sits next to you, the bed dipping slightly with his weight.

Carefully, he helps you sit up, situating you so you’re leaning against the headboard. “Why didn’t you?”

He grabs a small bowl of rice and some chopsticks on his bedside table, handing them to you. “You need to eat something, let your body recover what it lost.”

You take the bowl graciously, taking in small bites of rice before repeating your question. “Why didn’t you take me to the hospital?”

Chuuya stares at you. “Well for one, I’m part of the mafia. Not exactly a place I’m allowed to be at without bringing the place down in fear. And you know the second reason.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

“How long have you had hanahaki disease?” He’s blunt, leaving you no room to sneak around it.

You sigh, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to escape him. “Just after I left the mafia.”

“Have you told anyone?” Chuuya asks.

“I’m telling you now.” You cringe slightly, watching his expression go from neutral to shock.

“You’ve been living with it for years and only now are you talking about it?!” He stands up.

“Only because it’s starting to affect my daily life.” Your voice is but a whisper.

“Oh so you’d prefer no one knows about it? What would you have done if I didn’t find out? Would you disappear and never return?!”

“No I wouldn’t! I just…” You can feel tears start to well up in your eyes. “I just didn’t know how to talk about it. Because everyone would make a fuss over it and try to get the other person to like me. But I don’t want to force it on anyone.”

Chuuya sighs, pacing his room while running his hand down his face.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask quietly, not daring to look towards him.

You hear him let out a soft groan before he approaches you, gently placing his hand atop your head.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m frustrated that you didn’t at least tell me before you started coughing up your literal lung. But I’m not mad. Which is a surprise for even me.” He says.

You look up at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Chuuya stares at you with compassion, taking his seat by your side once again.

“So. Have you told him yet?”

You let out a breath of laughter. “Who said I loved a man?”

Chuuya hums. “Well last I checked, Dazai wasn’t a woman. Unless he transitioned last time I saw him. And I’m telling you now, it’s impossible to transition within a week.”

You sigh. “How did you know it was Dazai?”

“You were quite an obvious crusher 7 years ago, and that part of you hasn’t changed. I’m surprised the smartass hasn’t caught onto it himself.”

“Probably because he doesn’t love me and he doesn’t want to confront me about it.”

Chuuya scoffs. “Or he’s a pussy.”

You fiddle with your fingers as you speak. “Are you going to tell him?”

Chuuya barks out a laugh. “Fuck no. That job is for you to do. And I swear to god if you leave it to the last minute I will slap you with your own flower.”

“I won’t. I’ll tell him tomorrow… I guess.” You say, your nerves spiking at the thought of telling him.

“Good. Now what do you say we order in and bitch about work?”

The rest of the night is spent in Chuuya’s room, drinking wine and eating takeout until you both end up passing out on the bed.

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This is it. This is the day! Today will be the day you confess your feelings to Dazai. You had a plan and everything. Neither him or you had assigned jobs for the week, it was quiet, most of the agency was off on their own tasks or in their personal office. It would be secluded enough that only the two of you would be in the main room.

It was perfect. You had been gathering up the nerves to confront him for the better part of 24 hours. Now was the time.

You approach Dazai, a confident smile on your face.

“(Y/n)! I hope you’ve been well. How about you take a week off in tokyo?” He hands you a train ticket.

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“What?”

Dazai smiles, closing his eyes. “You’ve been working really hard lately. You deserve a break. So I went ahead and organised a luxury trip for you! You get a five star hotel with breakfast in bed. And you get a daily massage for free!”

You honestly didn’t know how to react, a mix of emotions coursing through you. Confusion, shock, disappointment, shame, utter bewilderment. Where do you even begin?

“See! You’re so excited you don’t know what to say!” Dazai cheers as he slings an arm around your shoulder. “Now, you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve already organised it with Fukuzawa, and I even took the liberty of packing your things for you! All you have to do is take this ticket here and get to that train station!!!” He shuffles you towards the door, manoeuvring you in a way that leaves you no escape from him.

“I’ll see you in a few days!” And he shuts the door in front of you, leaving you, and Atsushi who just so happened to walk up the stairs at that moment, completely baffled.

Was he mad at you?

He was in fact, not mad at you. He had one of his predictions brewing, and this came clear to you as you exited the hotel bathroom, the toilet flushing away the bloodied petals.

The TV flashed with the news, a reporter standing in front of a green screen which showcases pictures of every single ADA member, including yours, in a wanted poster design.

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rainbowrelyea · 3 months

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I keep thinking about the idea of Kelly and Lena becoming besties after season six. And well Kelly, being the good friend she is, and also a mental health professional, keeps trying to convince Lena to go see a therapist and sort through all the trauma she has been through. And even though Kara, Lena’s other best friend (and possibly girlfriend at this point?) finally agreed to start seeing someone for her own issues, Lena still refuses. Perhaps because she is still too stubborn to accept the help, or because she is scared of unearthing all her demons, possibly both. So Kelly decides to change tactics and go for a more covert approach. After years of treating patients much more difficult than Lena, Kelly has a repertoire of tricks up her sleeve for convincing people to open up to her, and by subtly working some of those methods into normal everyday conversations, she’s slowly able to get Lena to start sharing herself more openly with Kelly. It’s not like that much really changes about their relationship, just now some of their discussions go a bit deeper, and little by little Lena and Kelly start to work through some of her baggage without her even fully realizing it.

This goes on for quite a while, until one day Lena puts the pieces together and realizes that Kelly has essentially been secretly psycho-analyzing her all this time (Lena is a genius after all, she was bound to figure it out eventually). When she confronts her about it, Kelly can’t help but cringe internally and braces herself for the worst. Riddled with guilt, and putting on the most apologetic face she can muster, she tells Lena how incredibly sorry she is, and tries to explain herself. But when Kelly asks her if she is upset with her, she gets an answer she doesn’t expect.

Lena crosses her arms and purses her lips, tilting her head to the side, a contemplative look on her face. For once Kelly can’t read her best friend’s expression, and she can feel her own anxiety growing as the seconds tick by. But when Lena finally speaks, there is no anger in her voice.

“I think - no, I know - that the old Lena, the person I was when we first met - she’d probably be furious at you. Maybe even friendship ending furious. I’m sure you remember what happened with Kara and I.”

Kelly doesn’t say anything, simply nods an acknowledgment, and waits for Lena to continue.

“But the Lena I am now? I’ve grown a lot in the last few years… and I don’t think I can find it in me to truly be upset with you. Maybe a little sad that you felt it was a necessary measure. But not mad - because I know you did what you did out of a place of love, not because you were trying to deceive or manipulate me. Because you’re one of my best friends and I believe you when you say you only want what’s best for me. Even when I refused to admit I needed any help, you know me well enough to know better.” She pauses, glancing down at the ground briefly before looking back up at Kelly, a small smile starting to pull at the edges of her mouth. “And you really did help me, you know? Honestly, this is the lightest and happiest I’ve felt in years.”

Kelly can tell Lena is telling the truth when she says it, because she can see it so clearly in the way Lena’s small grin breaks into a face splitting smile, one Kelly knows is genuine because of the way it’s a little crooked and because of how it crinkles Lena’s eyes at the corners. She feels her shoulders relax and she releases the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Then Lena is wrapping her up in a tight embrace, and it’s a little longer than usual, and Lena squeezes a little harder than usual, as if to say “thank you for being there for me.”

“That said…” Lena pulls back from the hug and breathes out an exaggerated sigh as she makes a show of crossing her arms and rolling her eyes like a petulant teenager, even as she fights to keep the smirk off her face. “That said, I think it’s about time I face my fears head on and schedule an appointment with a therapist, you know, one who is not my BFF.”

Kelly can’t help but smile widely at that, feeling nothing but warmth and affection for her dear friend. “Took you long enough, you stubborn old mule,” she teases, pulling Lena into another hug.

“Excuse you!” Lena swats at Kelly’s arm in mock indignation. “Stubborn yes, but I am neither old nor a mule! You take that back Kelly Olsen-Danvers!”

“Fine, fine, just ridiculously stubborn then,” Kelly replies through her laughter. “But I hope you know, just because you start going to actual therapy, that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to keep poking holes in all those walls of yours.”

Lena considers her with a soft look in her eyes and a soft smile to match. “Yeah, I know. I don’t think I’d want it any other way.”

#just a random idea #lena luthor #kelly olsen #BFFs Lena and Kelly #Lena needs therapy #Lena deserves friends who take care of her #supergirl #character growth

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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I adore Eddie falling asleep in front of the live stream and everything that follows

But now I’m also thinking of Steve one day seeing the live stream is still on but he has no idea how to turn it off so he has to ask Chat for help which he has to find first and it just turns into this hilarious quest of Chat trying to explain how to turn it off while Steve barely finds the chat to even read it

This is so painfully in line with this AU’s Steve and I love it so much. It’s perfect.

This time Steve is in the room when Eddie falls asleep, so he’s aware that there is a live-stream going on. He hasn’t been seen on camera, but the audience can hear him when he says, “You know what I’ve been craving?”

Followed by, “Benny’s Burgers. Isn’t that crazy?”

Followed by, “…Ed?”

Followed by, “Oh.”

Because Eddie’s eyes drifted shut ten minutes ago and they have yet to open. You can kinda hear movement and then Steve is wandering into the frame with his hands on his hips. He looks at the camera and frowns at it before he pokes Eddie in the arm, “Ed. Eddie, babe. You left the – the thing going.”

Eddie slumps over a little more and Steve sighs, running his hands through his hair. He doesn’t try to wake Eddie up anymore, just twists him around so he’s laying more comfortably. He throws a blanket over him and then wipes his hands of the whole situation. It is not his problem.

Except that makes him feel bad, so he comes back to the studio.

At first he just sits the phone facedown and leaves again, but he doesn’t like that either. What if Eddie talks in his sleep about the Upside Down (something that he has never done before), or has a bad nightmare, or farts and the whole internet hears it. Steve doesn’t want him to be embarrassed so, “It’s not rocket science, Harrington. Let’s figure this out.”

It might be rocket science.

For the audience at home, they get to experience Steve Harrington up close and personal because Steve is (1) not wearing his glasses and (2) cannot figure out how to end the stream. He keeps tapping at the screen, looking more and more annoyed as he does it, and then he stands up and walks out of the room.

Steve puts the phone on the coffee table in the living room, and then leaves again. After another five minutes, he comes back. The audience at home gets to watch this man mutter to himself as he places the phone in different rooms and then decides he doesn’t like it there and comes back for it (“The bathroom? Really, Harrington? What are you doing?”).

Frustrated with wasting the last hour of his life (much to the amusement of the people watching), Steve picks up the phone again and glares at it. He is sitting on the floor in the living room, squinting at the phone as he jabs at the screen again, “Tell me how to turn you off.”

Steve frowns, “Where’s the chatlog? I know there’s a – oh my god.”

“There was nothing wrong with AOL messenger!” Steve rants to the screen as he continues to poke at it. “I had AOL and I was happy. Everything was where it should be. Myspace was fine! I had a Myspace, but this – Oh! I got it. I got it! Hello. Can someone tell me how to turn this off?”

There are a lot of people in the chat. Most of them are excited that Steve is there and they’re gushing in the comments about how much they love him and appreciate him. Some people are asking questions about him. There are people begging him not to end the stream and others telling him to wake Eddie up.

There are even people who are genuinely trying to help him, but it’s all coming at Steve really fast. It’s sudden and overwhelming, and – “I’m too dyslexic for this.”

“I’ve got a brain like scrambled eggs, can – just one of you talk and tell me how to end this. Can you do that?” Steve asks, and everybody comments at once. “So, no. You can’t do that. Great.”

Steve rubs at his eyes and then does what he should’ve done in the first place and calls Dustin. He has his phone on speaker so the audience can hear when Dustin answers. Steve only says, “Help me.”

“With the stream or in general?”

“How do you –“ Steve stops, makes eye contact with the camera and then rolls his eyes. “Have I not suffered enough for you.”

“No.”

Steve has a look on his face like he’s about to remind Dustin that he was literally tortured in the name of scientific discovery but thinks better of it and says, “I’m telling Erica.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you how to end it.”

Dustin starts walking Steve through how to end the live stream but right before Steve hits the right button to end it all, both his phone and Eddie’s phone are knocked out his hands and you hear him yelp as he’s tackled over. The chat explodes and Dustin’s like, “Where’d you go? Steve?”

Then you hear the sound of a kiss and Eddie say, “I’ve missed you.”

There’s a smile in Steve’s voice when he says, “It’s been an hour.”

“Tell me about it.”

There’s the sound of another kiss and then, very loudly, Steve says, “Turn off your live-stream!”

#if you’re reading this and thinking that’s not what a live-stream on Tiktok is like #I don’t have the app. I’ve never seen a live-stream so I’m guessing #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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cryptictongues · 8 months

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Follow the Morgenbeards

pairing: Clive Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 8.1k summary: Reader accompanies Clive for an errand. Mishaps occur.

warnings: porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, masturbation, sex pollen, rough sex, possessive behavior, praise kink, creampie, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering

Minor spoilers that take place right before the five-year time split and a little bit after it. Certain quests from the game are referred to. Please read with caution.

[AO3 link to story]

You didn’t leave the Hideaway often. The only time you ever left was to run small errands for the people of the Hideaway when they were unable, such as picking up linens to make clothes for new arrivals and delivering tools to Martha and Quinten. Today, however, was a little different.

You were in the Shelves looking at a book for different needle threads and sewing techniques when you heard the doors open. Turning your head, you see it is none other than Clive Rosfield. You turn your head to act like you were still reading, trying to calm the warmth that’s trailing up your cheeks. No matter how comfortable I’ve become around him, he always seems to have an effect on me.

“What are you reading?” You hear that gravelly voice beside your head.

You turn to look at him only to look back down at the book. “It is a book on sewing. With more arrivals potentially coming, I want to learn how to better make clothes so I can help Hortense out. Making garments for a lot of people is a lot for one person.”

Clive laughs. “Says the lady who seems to enjoy taking the load off of others.”

“Well, there isn’t much else to do. Especially when you stay at the Hideaway most days.” You smile.

Clive pulls up a chair to sit next to you. You notice how close he is, practically feeling the heat his body seems to produce from the leather he wears. Oh Founder he is going to be the death of me.

You shut the book and turn to him fully. “So what do I owe for this visit?”

“I can’t just come to see how you are doing?” Clive remarks.

“Well, of course you are welcome to do that. I just know you are a busy man. Have a lot of things on your plate as of recently.” You shrugged. He has been gone more and more these days and you can’t blame him. He has a lot to live up to as Cid the Outlaw.

“I always have time for you, my lady.”

You can feel your heart flutter. He is genuinely too much.

Clive continues. “However, I do have a reason as to finding you today. Nigel wants me to collect Morgenbeard seeds, and I was wondering if you’d accompany me to collect them. He said they are native to Rosaria but I can’t recall the name or what they could look like. I could use your expertise.”

You’ve always loved flowers. You grew up in the Dhalmekian Republic, which is mostly desert. There was a vendor at the Dalimil Inn that would always sell fresh flowers. How they got them? You never could figure it out. But ever since seeing them, you have been fascinated; read all the books you could find on flowers native to different areas of Valisthea. The fact that Clive remembered how much you love flowers and learning about them made you smile. He has a great memory, apparently.

“I would love to! I know there are a lot that grow in Sorrowise. Perhaps we could check there first.”

“Sorrowise it is then. Once you are ready, meet me at the pier so we may press on.” Clive states. You nod and with that he heads out the doors.

If only you knew how the journey would take a turn for the worst.

Sorrowise was nothing but wide fields with swampy areas. The perfect place to find some Morgenbeards.

You were strolling ahead while Clive trailed a couple steps behind you. For someone so tall, you’d think he’d be able to keep up. “_____, slow down. There are beasts around here.”

You pivot on your tiptoes and continue walking backwards with a pep in your step. You are genuinely happy to be spending your afternoon with Clive. It has been forever since you got to be with him alone, and the fact he asked you to come run an errand with him personally has set the tone for the day. “Stop worrying, Clive. I’ve been out to Sorrowise plenty of times. Besides, nothing can go wrong because I have you to protect me.”

You turn back around and continue along. You can hear Clive sigh behind you as he catches up, walking now side by side with you as you lead him to where you think some Morgenbeards will be. Up ahead, you see a glimmer of yellow in the distance and you feel your pace quicken. “Clive! They are over there!” You are about to run up to them before Clive grabs you by the arm to pull you to his chest. You grunt at the surprise contact and look up to him. Damn I forgot how tall he is compared to me.

“Let me scope the area before you head over there.” Clive said in a hushed voice. You feel a shiver down your spine with him being so close to you. “O-okay.” You whispered. He squeezes your arm before heading towards the Morgenbeards, taking in his surroundings as he approaches. He sees something move in one of the bushes nearby and sees there is a Goblin lurking in the area. And another. And another.

And another.

Goblins were swarming the area of the Morgenbeards, like the Rosarian flowers called to them. Clive knew this wouldn’t be a bad fight, as his experience with Goblins is fairly frequent. But with so many, he won’t be able to keep a close eye on you. He turns his head slightly so he has the beasts within his peripherals. “_____, stand behind that shrub over there while I take care of this. Please.”

You nod your head and bugger off to the shrub, peeking out from it to see Clive in action. You’ve never seen him fight before, but you know he doesn’t get the Outlaw title for nothing. This was going to be a good watch.

Clive fights with heart. His movements are precise and the way he escapes attacks to deliver brutal swings of his sword is stunning. He is most definitely a professional, not that there was any doubt, but seeing is better than believing. The Goblins seem to keep popping out of nowhere, but that doesn’t stop him from slaying each and every one in his wake. You start to watch his face as he attacks. You can’t hear him from where you are, but you imagine with every hit there is a grunt and with every pull of his sword from his enemies there is a curse falling from under his breath. His face says it all; it makes you wonder if that’s what he would look like with his cock in your…

You hit yourself on your arm. No! You have got to stop having these thoughts about him. You will go mad if you keep daydreaming about him and how he would be in bed. Especially yours. It’s not worth the risk and you’d rather not ruin the relationship you have with him. You need him, but you will put your needs down so he can keep being the leader that the people of Valisthea need.

Leaving your thoughts, you see Clive kill the last one and he looks around to ensure that every beast has perished. Once cleared, he waves you over with a gorgeous smile on his face. He is truly a human embodiment of art.

You leave your perch and meet up to where he is. You clap your hands in excitement. “My knight and shining armor saved me. You have my thanks.” You say with a little curtsy. You like to tease him every now and then with royal courtesy and manners. Clive laughs and bows, but not before taking your hand in his. “Anything for you, my lady.” He places a gentle kiss on it and you are so flustered. Just when you think you have him, he takes the upper hand. Cheeky bastard.

You pull your hand away and turn away to hide the flush of your cheeks. “Well, we better not keep Nigel waiting. Let’s get some of these so we can bring them back to the Hideaway.”

You both walk to a patch of Morgenbeards and start picking them. You hand them to Clive as you go so he can add them to the pouches he keeps on his pants. The silence is comforting. The hustle and bustle of the Hideaway is a lot and there is always something going on that needs attention. It’s nice to be in the moment and enjoy each other’s company.

“There is something familiar about these.” Clive breaks the silence.

“Hm?” You pause to see him staring at one in his hand.

“They remind me of home; times at the citadel.”

You stand up to get a full look at him. He is smiling at it; almost like he has conjured a memory from it. You smile. “Well you did grow up in Rosaria so that would make sense, right?”

Clive sighed. “They must have been something that we grew in the Citadel gardens. I would spend many nights on my balcony looking out at them. I suppose they are ingrained in my memory.”

You grinned. “You know something? I read they were used a lot by Rosarian royalty as they symbolize nobility.” You said as you plucked the flower from his hand. “Funny though how this flower can represent that ideal yet they grow from the very swampy ground we stand on.”

Clive plucked the flower back from your hand and placed it right behind your ear. He let his hand trail along your hair as he pulled away. “It’s because they know how to be beautiful, even in the most drab places.”

If your blush was bad before, it is certainly bad now. You shy away from him in the hopes some steps away will calm your rapid heart down. You beam at him, still flustered from the poetry falling from his lips. “I think we have enough, but I want to get a few more just in case.”

You go over to the other Morganbeard patch closest to the brush along the swamp. Clive draws closer to you when he sees something pink from within it. He gets a closer look and once he realizes what it is, it’s too late.

“_____, step back!”

It all happens so fast. One moment you are picking up flowers and the next you find yourself coughing on the ground, accidentally inhaling whatever was released at you. You sense Clive smashing the beast while you are trying to pull yourself together. You feel arms help you sit up as you continue to cough. His hand rubs your back as you come down from your coughing fit and you start to breathe heavily.

He can’t believe he let this happen. He should have been more thorough, meaning checking the bushes for more wild beasts. But even more so, he doesn’t understand how there could be vampire thorns out here. They are more populated within the regions of Sanbreaque.

It doesn’t matter now. Regardless, this is all his fault.

“Are you alright, _____?” Clive worries.

You nod your head, afraid that talking will send you into another episode and go to stand up only to fall back down in Clive’s arms. He catches you and slowly stands up with you under his arm. “We need to get you to the infirmary. Do you think you can walk?” You hum in the affirmative and you both start making haste.

As you both continue on, you notice you are starting to feel weird, and not in an unpleasant way. You felt tingles all throughout your body and as the trek continued, the stronger it got. Clive noticed you slowing down and the concern rises further. He needs to get you to the infirmary. Now.

He bends down a little and scoops you in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. He feels how hot you are, which only gets him to push harder into getting the both of you back. Just as he enters the area of Hawk’s Cry Cliff, he feels something on his neck and looks to see you kissing his neck. Shock enters his system. The feeling of you kissing the sensitive part of his skin has him in overdrive. What the hell is she doing?

You don’t know what is taking over you. Clive’s pheromones are infesting your brain, turning it into rot. It has a mind of its own and you can’t stop the need to shred his clothes off and let him have his way with you. You take your hand and touch the exposed skin of his chest, slipping your hand under his shirt while continuing to kiss and suck at his neck. You get to one particular spot right above his collarbone and you feel him shudder. You suck hard on the spot and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. You kept sucking that spot to try and get him to moan again and go to unstring the leather corset he is wearing. You are, however, stopped when he takes the hand by your head and pulls it back by your hair. You moan as the slight pain sends signals to your pussy.

Clive looks at you, about to reprimand you for acting like this, and in the process giving him a hard on, when he sees how dilated your pupils are, as well as how fast your heart is going. The words that were on his lips vanished, and instead his concern is raised more than ever. The spores the vampire thorn shot out are giving you side effects that he has never seen before. This could be bad.

“What are you feeling right now, _____?” Clive asked, needing to know what was happening.

“I don’t know but it hurts, Clive.” You moan out.

Clive keeps walking faster as he is almost at the lip of the deadlands, that much closer to the Hideaway boat, with his focus still on you. “Where does it hurt? Tell me.” He pushed.

You take a hand and bring it down to your pulsating clit and unintentionally rub it. “Fuck, right here.” You crow.

Clive can’t believe this is happening. He let you become infected with aphrodisiac pollen and now you were a mess in his arms. He has fucked up big time.

“_____ we are almost there. Please try to control yourself.”

You whine because you want him so badly, but you try to keep it together. Clive gets you to the boat where Obolus is. Clive tells him to go post haste and with no questions asked, Obolus sets way for the Hideaway. Clive keeps you close, knowing it isn’t helping you being so close to him but he decides he needs to keep your arms, legs, and head secure so you don’t do something you’ll regret. However, he doesn’t have enough hands to ensure nothing filthy comes out of your mouth.

Clive has your head secured against his head so you couldn’t reach his neck, but the sounds coming from your mouth are devastatingly filthy. Small whimpers and curses caressing his ear with desperation for relief. He wishes he could do something for you right at that moment, but he first needs to see what he’s dealing with.

“Clive.” You draw out. “I need you so bad.”

Oh, good gracious not now.

He avoids eye contact, knowing that will be his second mistake if he does. “What you need is to go to the infirmary so Tarja can help you.”

“But you can help me right now. Give Obolus a show.” You purr.

You are too far gone. The mere suggestion of him pleasing you in front of Obolus was absurd. From you it’s basically heresy.

“_____, that’s enough.”

“Tarja can’t help me. She can’t bend me over your desk to fuck me with a big, fat cock. You can though.”

“I mean it, _____.”

“She can’t stretch me out like you can. Oh heavens you fucking my pussy would ruin all men for me, not that I imagine anyone else but you.”

“This is your last chance to stop. I’m not playing around. I-“

“You fucking me until I am begging for you to cum in me so I’m stuffed full and-“

That’s it.

Clive presses his lips to yours so your fantasies could no longer be spoken out loud. He feels your tongue wanting entry but he keeps his mouth shut. He wants to taste you to the fullest but this isn’t right. He will not take advantage of you and scar Obolus in the process.

The boat arrives at the dock and Clive quickly gets you off the boat, mouthing his apologies to Obolus for anything he had seen or heard. He rushes to the lift and as soon as the lift takes him to the main walkway, he dashed to the stairs and up to the infirmary. He bolts in and sees Tarja and Jill talking, seeing them suddenly alarmed by his presence until they take one look at you.

“Tarja I need you to give _____ something that will help her relax. I am begging.”

Jill goes to his aid immediately, noting the immense distress, while Tarja starts rummaging through the medicine cabinets, laying out different items to concoct something for you. Jill helps him get you into a bed and you are a mess.

“Clive I need you please!”

“Tarja!” Clive yells. She rushes over with a small potion bottle. “Sit her up.” She instructs. He and Jill hold onto an arm each and lift you up so Tarja can force the medicine down your throat. Seconds later, you start to go limp and are layed back down.

Your mind, however, is still going haywire.

“Why isn’t it working, Tarja?” Clive calls.

“It is. It has relaxed her body to the point she won’t be able to move for a little bit.”

You are crying now. The poisonous spores are havocking your body. “Clive!” You cried out.

Tarja turns to Clive. “Leave this to me.”

Before Clive can interject, Jill pulls him to the other end of the room. “What happened? This is not what I meant when I said to take her out on a date.”

Clive groaned. Jill knew how much Clive adores you. She loves to constantly tease him as if he’s a lovesick puppy. He explains what happened at Sorrowise and while he doesn’t go into detail of what you said, he is sure the evidence on his neck says it all.

Jill thinks thoughtfully and then it hits her. “Why don’t you talk to Tomes? He may have some knowledge on vampire thorns. May help us get some insight on how to heal her.”

Clive nods. “Alright. I’ll report back when I get word.” He goes to leave but not before looking at you before exiting. You are sobbing quietly as Tarja inspects you, and his heart sinks at how you look in that moment. Because you don’t look feral like before. You look defeated. And he can only look away as he leaves.

“Harpocrates, what can you tell me about vampire thorns?”

“Ah those weeds. Well, they are related to the death blossom. However, they aren’t nearly as deadly due to the defense mechanisms they possess.”

“What kind of defense mechanisms?” Clive pushed.

Harpocrates put his right hand on his chin, as if he was thinking hard and long about what to say. “Well, it’s rare, but when threatened they will release spores that can be inhaled by the creature they encounter. The reason it’s so rare, however, is because they only release them when they sense the creature they’ve encountered has a compatible mate with them.”

Clive’s breathing halts. A compatible mate? How does that make any sense for defense? Harpocrates can see the pause in Clive’s demeanor and continues. “As you may know, arousal can be a cause for distraction. Heightened arousal will lead the person to put their focus on the person they are being drawn to. This lets the vampire thorn make haste away.”

Clive is in disbelief. He truly has never heard of anything of the sort in all of his time alive in the Realm. The more he thinks about it, the more he starts drawing conclusions of what needs to be done.

And oh Great Greagor if the cure is what he thinks it is then by the flames help him.

Clive stumbles out of his thoughts and swallows the saliva slowly collecting in his mouth. “So what remedies those symptoms?”

Harpocrates smiles, sensing the tension coming off of Clive in waves as he reveals new information. “As far as the knowledge goes, the only remedy for ridding the poison is to reach sexual enlightenment and oftentimes it would need to be reached multiple times depending on intensity. It can be rid of through masturbation but according to the research I have read, the poison leaves quicker when another individual is involved, especially the one at the encounter.”

Clive sighs at the information. Of course that would be the remedy and he doesn’t know how to go about it. He wouldn’t mind taking care of you. Hell, he would enjoy every minute of it. He has had his eyes on you from the very first encounter he had with you at the old Hideaway.

He remembers seeing you care for the new arrivals Cid had brought, ensuring that they were set up with a place to sleep, food to fill their bellies, and water to drink. Seeing you care for the people of the Hideaway and how you interact with them to ensure they can live comfortable lives made Clive’s heart shift in ways he has never felt before.

He remembers how he felt when he heard from Gav that the old Hideaway had been torn to shreds and people slaughtered by the order of Hugo Kupka. His anger and worry knowing that man murdered innocent people, that just wanted to be free, was undeniable. However, the anger and worry he felt not knowing if you had survived or not was indescribable.

It wasn’t until after he had gotten the procedure of removing his brand, however, that you both had talked for the first time. Clive remembers lying down in an infirmary bed, in pain from the brand removal, when you came in to put on new bandages for his wound and wipe away the sweat that kept appearing across his body.

“Lady _____.”

You laughed. “Sir Clive, pleased to meet your acquaintance after all this time.”

He laughed roughly, his throat dry from the lack of water he had been drinking. “My apologies. Our meeting is much overdue.”

You stayed for a long time that night. Both of you talking about your lives before everything went to shit up till now. Both laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until Clive fell asleep that you left but early the next morning you were right back to taking care of him. Even though he was in a lot of pain, he looks at those times fondly all because spending time with you was all he wanted to do back then and even now. The more he spent time with you, the deeper his feelings got and the more he craved you.

There have been many nights where he lied in bed, stroking himself to the thought of him having his way with you, imagining you looking absolutely delirious while he bounced you on his cock. He wants you so badly, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to say yes, especially now that he is leading the charge at the new Hideaway.

But in this current situation, neither of you may have a choice if it means curing you of your ailments sooner than later.

Clive thanks Tomes for his service and heads towards the infirmary to see how you were doing. Once there, he sees Tarja dabbing your forehead. He can see how shiny your skin was from the perspiration that formed on your forehead and shoulders. As he walked closer, he saw your eyes were closed and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully in comparison to what happened earlier that afternoon.

“Tarja, how is she?”

Tarja stands up and walks away from you. “I gave her something to sleep for the meantime. Don’t know how long it’ll last for but hopefully she will wake up with a little more clarity. What did you hear from Tomes?”

Clive sighs. “The only remedy is multiple counts of sexual release. Masturbation is an option but could take a while depending.”

“What’s the other option?” Tarja raised her brow.

Clive crosses his arms, contemplating how to go about his answer. “To have sex with someone. He said these plants release spores as a defense mechanism but only when compatible mates are together.”

Tarja’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re going to have sex with her?”

“Only if she agrees to it. I will present her all the options. I will not do anything that she doesn’t want.”

Tarja stays silent, staring at Clive. He could see it wasn’t in a way of judgment but in a way of trying to get a read on him. She seems to get to her conclusion, which makes her smile and laugh under her breath.

“You really like her, huh? If it helps, she definitely likes you too. Maybe the both of you sleeping together is just what you both need to admit that to each other.”

Clive goes to say something but Tarja speaks before he could start. “So what should we do? I won’t be in the infirmary tonight. Rodrigue will and while I could definitely handle her, I don’t know how he would react to her or how she will react to him when she wakes up.”

Clive thinks for a moment before deciding on an idea that is either really stupid or really smart. “Let’s take her to my chambers. I have a few errands to run before the day is over. By the time I come back, hopefully she’ll be starting to wake up so I can talk with her. I’m sure she’ll be calm enough that she will think clearly of her options.”

“Alright then. Let me get her dressed and we can head on up.” Tarja stated.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be waiting outside. Call for me when you’re ready.”

Clive leaves to let Tarja do what needs to be done. As he waits, the more he thinks. He doesn’t know what will happen tonight but all he wants is for you to be safe and to feel better.

He will do all that it takes.

You slowly come to and everything feels so fuzzy. You don’t remember falling asleep during your episode of horniness. All you can remember is how devastatingly aroused you were and how much you needed to feel some sort of release. How you wanted Clive to fuck the daylights out of you.

Clive.

Remembering how you acted with him as the side effects took over your system is giving you the worst embarrassment of your life. You’ve had the biggest crush on him for years now and with this stupid ailment you’ve been given, you feel you may have fucked it up. What a tragedy .

You look out into the distance and see nightfall has descended. You sit up to take in your surroundings when you realize where you are. You’re in Clive’s chamber.

In his bed.

You make the mistake of taking a deep breath. You can smell Clive everywhere. His scent takes over your senses, which makes your body remember the urgency it needs in finding release.

You moan at his scent. You lay back down and smell his pillow. For someone who doesn’t use his bed often, his smell is so strong and it is making the wetness that didn’t disappear from early get worse. You needed release. You needed to fucking cum.

You let your hands wander down to the gown you are wearing to pull it up past your breasts. You see your nipples are pebbled and you wish you had Clive here to suck on them. But your fingers will have to do for now. You lightly trace your nipples, making you moan at how sensitive they are. You start to pinch and tug them, imagining it was Clive’s rough fingers doing their magic.

You could feel your eyes watering as your arousal was starting to kick back in ten fold after its long slumber. You could feel it stirring in your loins and it was painful when little pleasure was happening. Or at least the amount of pleasure you needed wasn’t enough with your hands alone.

You were getting impatient. With one hand still toying with your left breast, you let the other one travel down to your center. You graze your heat with your fingertips and feel how slick you are. You dip your fingers into your pussy and draw them out to see cum dripping from them. The sight alone makes you even more wet.

You trace your slicked fingers to your clit and you moan at first contact; the coolness of your essence making your sensitive clit feel so good. You swirl your clit as you keep playing with your breast and while it feels good and provides some relief, it’s not even close to enough. You keep at it, overwhelmed at how you can feel so close yet so far to a release all at once. In frustration, you smack your breast and immediately grip it. You wish so badly that Clive was here, taking you however he pleased.

You keep at your clit and let your mind wander, once again imagining that Clive was here. You’ve always wanted that man. Always wanted him to one day confess that he wanted you too and that he would move Heaven and Storm for you just as you him. You wanted to be loved by him and you wanted to love him in return. But until that day happens, if ever, you will continue to support him and his endeavors as his cherished friend.

Great Greagor, I am going to be like this forever.

You continue to let your imagination run wild, letting Clive’s name slip out a few times when you get very exciting images in your brain. So lost in pleasure and desire, you don’t hear the door of the chamber open and close. You continue your ministrations as you imagine Clive taking you from behind when you feel the bed dip, and as hard as it was to get out of delirium, you open your eyes to see Clive sitting on the bed across from you.

You should feel embarrassed. You should be reaching for the covers to hide your body in shame. But those feelings were nowhere to be found, especially with the way he is looking at you; like a predator on the prowl.

“Clive, it hurts so bad.” You moan.

Clive places his hand on your cheek, grazing it as to comfort you. “I know it does, darling. How long have you been touching yourself?”

All you could do was shake your head. You really can’t recall. It has felt like hours when in reality it could have been only a few minutes. Time doesn’t feel real in this state.

Clive senses your distress. He figured masturbation wouldn’t be feasible. He was hoping you would have still been asleep so he could have been here when you woke up to talk about your options. But now, seeing you glistening in sweat, hair sticking to your face, and laying in a puddle of your own cum, he was starting to lose his composure and he knew he needed to act fast.

Clive steps back into reality and sees you are staring right at him. Tears running down your face from the utter arousal that is shooting throughout your system, making it almost unbearable. He is no telepath, but he senses you pleading to him to make you feel good; to satiate your horniness; to make you his.

You were going to be the death of him.

“_____, would you like me to help you?”

You practically screamed. “Yes! Please fuck me and make me cum please!”

Clive took that cue instantly as he pounced on you, taking the rest of your gown off of you before grabbing you by the head and pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips and you invite him with your tongue, both of you toying with each other as both tongues swirl with one another. He tastes exactly as you had imagined and you are afraid you can’t get enough of it.

Clive continues to kiss you as he works on his clothes, removing his hooded cape and all the metal work and leather that made up the upper half of his armor. The little patch of skin that shows with his uniform was a crumb in comparison to the naked skin presented to you. You want to lick the musk that is present on his skin and mark him as a reminder of tonight. Clive went to both of your hands to pin them beside your head, preventing you from playing with yourself. “No more touching yourself, darling. That’s my job now.”

You groan at the lack of contact on your pussy but you know you are about to be taken care of. Clive takes the hand that was on your pussy previously and licks your fingers clean. You couldn’t believe how erotic this all was, especially when he is sucking the cum clean off your fingers while looking at you. You normally would feel shy at a gesture such as this, but all you can feel right now is the primal urge to submit to him in any way that he pleases.

He takes your fingers from his mouth and licks his lips. “By the flames you taste divine. I need more.”

He goes to kiss down your neck as he places himself between your legs. He gets to your chest, only teasing your nipples with a few soft licks on each one before going to your navel, kissing the soft skin presented to him. He arrives at your thighs and licks and bites them in multiple areas while lifting your hips higher so your ass is up in the air. You were going insane, especially with the teasing he is giving.

“Clive I can’t take the teasing anymore please do something.”

Clive smirked. “As my lady wishes.”

It was like a flip switched in his brain because the second his tongue connected to your clit, he became a man starved. The grip he has on your thighs gets stronger as he eats your pussy, taking turns swirling his tongue on your clit and tongue fucking your pussy to collect the nectar gushing out of you. The sounds coming from him are verging animalistic and the vibrations from his mouth are making you see stars. Seeing how much he loves to eat your pussy is doing things for you, and you can feel yourself building up to your first orgasm of the night.

You feel him insert one of his fingers into your hole. His finger slides right in due to how wet you are. It feels good but it isn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please, please please more I can take it.”

Clive looks up at you and places a kiss on your clit. “Yeah? Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

You nodded which earned you a smack on your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Yes I’ll take it like a good girl. I’m your good girl just please I want to cum so fucking bad.” You cried.

This sets Clive off. He has always perceived you as innocent. Not in an ignorant way, but as someone with pure spirit; like no one could taint you. He never imagined seeing this side of you. But seeing you beg for him to make you cum and referring to yourself as his good girl… oh Founder it is making his cock unbearably hard.

He goes ahead and inserts another finger and starts slowly pumping them in and out. You are a moaning mess; chants of “yes” and praises of how good he is making you feel. It spurs him on as he pumps a little faster, adding the curl of his fingers to create a hithering motion to hit that sweet spot every time he enters you. You were on the precipice of release and Clive is aware you are about to fall.

“Cum on my fingers, _____. Make a fucking mess for me.”

The words trigger your release instantly and the moment your legs start to close, Clive keeps them open with his free arm and goes to suck on your clit as you cum. Your hands shoot for his hair as he rides your orgasm and it is too much and not enough all at once. You are a babbling mess and Clive can’t get enough of it. He continues to finger fuck you and suck on your clit causing another orgasm to build back up quickly. “Fuck I’m going to cum again.” You wailed and it washes over you like the biggest tidal wave. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intensity and feel yourself gushing over his fingers as he rides your orgasm out.

You feel post-orgasmic bliss for a split second before you start to feel aroused again and it doesn’t help that Clive is looking upon you like an absolute incubus. Clive with his lips swollen and wet, face glistening with your arousal, hair disheveled from your hands, and the look of exhilaration he was giving you. He is a wet dream. Your wet dream.

He crawls back over you and places both arms beside your head. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

His voice sounds more rough after eating your pussy and you whine. Clive laughs. “Ah, it looks like someone needs to cum again.” He gets off the bed and starts to remove his pants. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll get to cum again. Only this time it’s going to be on my cock.”

He gets his pants and undergarment down and at the first sight of his cock your mouth waters. You knew he’d be big; he’s an Eikon of Fire after all. But your imagination couldn’t have prepared you for how well endowed he is.

And you can’t wait for him to fuck you silly with it.

He gets in between your legs, parting them wide so he can see the full picture. “Fuck” he thinks. You are the most beautiful creature to walk this star. And he gets to have you looking debauched and longing underneath him. How did he get so lucky?

He assumes the position, taking his cock and rubbing the head up and down your folds. He taps it on your clit a few times, making you jolt before giggling at how good it feels. He places the tip of his cock against your entrance, and before sliding in takes his left hand to grip your chin.

“I want you to look at me when I enter you for the first time. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod profusely and he pushes right in, your cum providing easy access. He looks at your face as he enters and oh stars above he couldn’t ask for a better sight. Your mouth agape and your eyes slightly crossing. He settles all the way in, and comes down to meet you in a kiss. You understand what he means when he says you taste divine as you get the remnants from his tongue. His mouth is gentle against yours, and the pace he sets with his cock is languid and slow. It is nowhere to the intensity you need him to be, but Founder you feel so wanted. You could die happy with the way he is cherishing you. You wrap your legs around his waist and place your arms around his neck as he continues his slow strokes, embracing him in his entirety. He moves his head to your jawline, placing soft kisses up towards your ear. “Do you know how long I have wanted you? How much I crave you?”

Clive nips your ear lobe, causing a gasp to escape your mouth. “You have no idea of the things you do to me, and now I’m going to show you.”

He continues his assault on your neck and picks up his pace, pistoning his cock into your tight heat. The atmosphere of this moment is riling you up with the sound of his balls hitting your backside, the grunts escaping his mouth every time he enters you, and the way he is gripping onto you for dear life. It is starting to send you into a spiral of hysteria.

Clive moves down to your chest as he keeps fucking you and takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud as a hand grips the other. Your nipples are pebbled to the fullest extent, and with every pinch, pull, and suck your body reacts with a thrash. You are reeling up for your next orgasm and you are so ready .

“Fuck Clive I love you sucking on my breasts.” You whine feeling yourself on the edge.

You feel Clive smirk into your chest and lets go of your nipple with a pop. He looks at you dead in the eyes, ready to take everything you can give him. “Yeah? Did me sucking your sensitive, little breasts make you feel good?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes oh Clive yes!”

He moves to hover over your head as he pounds into your pussy, reaching a hand down to play with your clit. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your face when you cum on my cock.”

You are spiraling at his words. You clench hard on his cock as you cum, gasping and digging your nails into his shoulders. Clive feels himself getting close with the way you are milking his cock and the way you look drunk off the orgasm he is granting you.

But he isn’t finished yet.

He pulls out, causing a whine to leave your lips at how empty you felt. He flips the both of you over so you are on top, but then manhandles you so your back is against his chest. He pulls one of your legs up by your thigh and takes his other hand to guide his cock into your slick heat. His breath is heavy on your neck as he brings your other leg up, making it so both of your thighs are pressed into your body and completely exposed. Being in such a compromising position only spurs on your arousal and you feel your pussy clench on Clive’s cock.

Clive groaned at the feeling. He planted his feet into the bed and started rocking his hips up into you at an intense pace. Messy, wet noises surrounded the room as his cock pushed the cum that you have been producing out of your tight pussy. You were in heaven .

You feel Clive’s breath graze your ear as he continues to pound into you, whispering sweet encouragement that makes your heart swell with the love and adoration you have held for this man for years and your pussy continues to drip as he pushes you towards your descent into sexual madness.

“You are so good, sweetheart. You are taking my cock so well like you were made for it.” He lets go of one of your thighs to take a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back so you were looking at each other. “You were made for my cock, _____. And I will make you take it over and over until my last breath. You are mine.”

Clive kisses you with everything he has, letting his tongue dive into your mouth to continue the dominance he has asserted over you in your quest to sexual fulfillment from the poison. You place your hands under your thighs with one of them intertwining with the hand he still has placed there. You knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm of the night, and you knew Clive was right there with you.

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Cum with me please.” Clive begs and you nod. You clench down on him as hard as you can and you start to cum. The oversensitivity in your body causes you to thrash in his arms and moan like an absolute mad woman. “Fuck!” Clive curses as he goes over the edge with you, going as fast as he can as the both of you ride it out.

He sounds so hot when he cums you thought.

He slows down his thrusts and sits up slightly, wanting to see his cum come out of your pussy when he pulls out. He wants you to watch too so he takes your head and pushes it down slightly so you can see where the both of you are connected. He takes both hands to lift you off his cock, and a mix of both yours and his cum flows out onto his stomach. Clive laughs into your neck. “Fuck what a wonderful sight. You took my cum so well.”

You nod and shift so you can kiss him again. You no longer feel insatiable but relaxed. The arousal that once plagued your body officially fucked out of your system. Clive moves you back onto the bed and lays down beside you so you both are facing one another. He rubs your back and cups your face as you let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the peace you are now feeling.

“How are you feeling?” Clive murmurs.

You smile keeping your eyes closed. “Relaxed. Relieved. I feel so at peace.” You bring a hand to his face. “Thank you, Clive. I’m sorry for dragging you down with me.”

Clive frowns slightly. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You sigh. “If I had moved faster, we wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t have felt the need to have sex with me. Our relationship would be as it was before. To be honest, I’m scared of what will happen once I leave this room.”

Clive shakes his head and pulls you to his chest, holding your head close to his heart. “I mean what I said, even in the haze of everything. I don’t want what we had before. I want what is to come.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

He pulls your face towards his. “Believe me when I say this isn’t how I would have gone about sharing my heart to you. There are many ways I wanted to express my feelings towards you, and I apologize that it is here now. But _____, my heart has belonged to you from the first moment I saw you. I don’t want what we had before. I need what we have now, but only if you will have me because I love you.”

You laugh and bury your face back into his chest, your whole body vibrating from the excitement you are feeling. He loves me back. “I love you too.” You whisper into his chest.

Clive pulls you away and looks at you. “Say it again, darling. Please.”

You giggle and bring your hands to cup his face. “I love you. You have my heart for all days.”

You bring Clive down to kiss you and he groans into your mouth. You find him back on top of you, straddling you as you both express the love you have for each other. You pull away and sigh happily. “Sorry for the mess, by the way. Shall we get cleaned up?”

Clive smirks. “I don’t know. I still have to punish you.”

Your eyes widen. “What? Why? I thought I was a good girl.”

“You were, but you weren’t earlier when you made me hard with your filthy words and behavior.” His hand trailed down to your back side. “I ought to give you a good spanking for what you pulled earlier. Maybe then you’ll learn that bad girls get punished. So no, I am not through with you yet.”

“The night has only just begun.”

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With our pets, a house becomes our home

5k Hangster MeetCute (Explicit, but not very by my standards). Bradley is the vet (DVM) that Jake takes Brisket to after he adopts her and moves to Corpus Christi to be a flying instructor.

I started this fic before I saw @yeagrave's art, but this post is 100% Jake's lockscreen (and those are a set of Jake's spare dog tags).

Monday mornings generally suck. The people who have left their pets wellness until normal business hours because they didn’t want to pay the extra emergency fees. He quietly judges them. This Monday sucks more than most though, because he’s covering another vet on what is meant to be his day off. But he doesn’t want to make the admin staff have to reshuffle the thirty or so appointments that he now has facing him in a long gauntlet of monotony. Hopefully there will be something interesting that pops up.

He deals with the standard checkups, listens to heart murmurs, administers vaccines, makes notes for the techs, gives instructions about diets he knows get ignored by owners who think they know better. He has to change his scrubs when a dog vomits on him and yeah… he wants his day off back with a deep burning passion but pushes through. He can shower and blob when he gets home and bitch and moan to his friends. They can compare Mondayitis stories and see who comes out worst.

He steps into the waiting room, and there’s only two people left, one a woman with two kittens in a carrier, and the other a man cradling a puppy. He’s only got one left for his ticket today, and it’s a puppy so okay, at least he gets to look at a cute puppy and a cuter guy.

“Brisket?”

The guy blushes and Bradley can’t help his smile getting bigger as he gestures toward the consultation room.

“Uh, hi.”

“Hi, I’m Bradley. What brings Brisket in today?”

“She needs a general checkup, and I wanted to register her with a vet since I moved here in the weekend… She needs vaccines I think? And to be fixed? And I wanted to ask some questions?”

“So she’s here for the works… can I have a look?” Bradley asks and the guy blushes again, looks down at the tiny bundle who looks back at him adoringly and Bradley has a thing for guys who like animals. Couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t like animals, wouldn’t feel like he could trust them. He hands the puppy over to Bradley and he handles her gently, lets her lick and sniff at him a little before lowering her to the examination table.

“Tell me about how you got Brisket,” Bradley says, running his hands down the little body, grinning as she happily licks his fingers, tail wagging enthusiastically. She’s very sweet. Most guys like having big dogs, so he’s genuinely curious as to whether this guy chose this dog, or if he’s here at the bequest of someone else. Girlfriend or boyfriend maybe. Purely out of professional courtesy.

“Uh, I’ve wanted a dog for ages. Finally getting settled in one place for a while so I figured it was finally time you know? So I went to the shelter in San Diego, not really intending to adopt then and there…”

“She’s a rescue?” Bradley says, and he’s a little surprised. Because if they’re not big dogs then they’re usually little dog breeds, so some hybrid-cross-breed that some breeder thinks will be in demand. This little thing hadn’t looked like any breed he was familiar with, but there’s so many new ones and he’s not usually up with them all.

“Well yeah, of course. She just had such a friendly personality you know?”

“She is very sweet natured,” Bradley agrees, because the guy is clearly besotted with his puppy, and it’s adorable. He listens to her heart and lungs, takes her temperature and soothes her through the discomfit.

“So did you have paperwork showing what she’s already been vaccinated for? Most shelters give you adoption paperwork?”

“Oh, yeah, they did. One second,” the guy says, pulling folded pieces of paper out of his pocket and handing them over. On the top of the paper are all the details of the dog, and then down the bottom the details of the new owner. Jake Seresin. At least he has a name now.

“Okay, so she’s all up to date with all the vaccines, she’ll need to come back in six weeks for a booster. And we don’t do on the spot spaying or neutering, you’ll have to make an appointment when she’s a little older. Try not to let her out unattended, because we don’t want to be adding to the puppy population, regardless of the fact that she’d no doubt make gorgeous babies…You a first time dog owner?”

“I grew up on a ranch, had lots of animals. Horses mainly. Well, beef stock. But lots of working animals, not pets. She’s my first.”

“Well, you made a good choice. She’s got a lovely temperament. Nice and healthy,” Bradley states, laughing as she tries to chew on his thumb and he reaches for a dog toy from the jar. “Okay, so she’s going to be mouthy, she’ll want to chew on things as her adult teeth come through. You might find a couple of puppy teeth lying around but they usually just swallow them. It’s all normal. You have any questions?”

“Uh…I… um. Made a list.”

“Sensible,” Bradley says, and this guy’s adorable intensity is commendable, he wished more owners thought to ask their vets the questions rather than trusting Google.

“You’ve, uh, already answered a few of them actually.”

“That’s good, what else have you got?”

He asks about diet and exercise, sleep and routines, anxiety and separation and toilet training and Bradley answers them all, writes down a few notes and links to some reputable websites. Recommends a puppy obedience course, steers him away from problematic dog toys which can cause more harm than good. The appointment definitely runs well over the time, but it’s his last of the day and he’s got nowhere else he’d rather be, and after the day he’s had this is a nice silver lining.

“Anything else I can help you with?”

“No, I think that’s it. Thanks so much, it’s really helped.”

“You’re more than welcome. I guess I just have a question for you now.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I don’t usually do this, but you want to grab a drink sometime?”

“A drink. Like…A date?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.”

“Great, let me get a card.” He grabs a business card, usually reserved for when he goes to conferences, carefully prints his personal cell phone number on the back and hands it over. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

… … …

Jake gets back to his house and immediately lets Brisket out into the back garden, looks at the little rectangular piece of card and puts the number into his phone before he loses it. He puts the name in as Bradley but then follows it with the flame emoji, followed by the guy with the moustache and then the dog emoji. That’s enough to remind him of who exactly Bradley is. Not that he thinks he’s going to need the reminder.

He spends some time looking at the websites Bradley has recommended, sends an enquiry about the puppy obedience classes. He’d already made an appointment for the booster shots and for getting Brisket fixed. Definitely doesn’t want to wait that long before seeing Bradley again. He grins. Only in town for five days and he’s got a guys number. Without even trying. Phoenix told him a puppy would help him make friends, that he needed as much help as he could, maybe she was onto something.

Hi Bradley. This is Jake. Let me know when you want to do that drink. I don’t start work until next week so currently free as a bird.

It’s not too late, and it’s been a couple of hours. He’s not going to play hard to get. He’s never considered himself hard to get when the guy is as attractive as Bradley is, and he’s never been one to play games or overthink setting up dates or hookups. He’s hoping this is maybe more than a hookup.

I’m free most evenings. Tomorrow? Dinner?

Jake grins, likes the idea of dinner even more than a drink, it’s a good sign; sends a message back, organizing a time but asking for recommendations of where they could go to eat.

… … …

They settle at a table and quickly peruse the menu before placing orders with the hovering waitstaff. They’ve made superficial small-talk about the weather and how Brisket is doing, but he’s hoping he can find out more about Jake himself.

“So you’re new to the area?”

“Uh yeah, I guess. I lived here a while back but am back for work.”

“And what do you do for work?”

“I’m in the Navy. An aviator,” Jake says, like he’s a little unsure.

“You’re shitting me…” Bradley says with a disbelieving laugh, because he’s had a guy tell him he was a naval aviator before. Except he hadn’t been and the lie had quickly bitten the other guy in the ass when Bradley had quickly realized and called him out on it. It had been a shame because Bradley had genuinely liked him.

“Why would I lie?”

“Well, some guys think it’ll sound impressive…”

“Isn’t it?”

“Well… maybe to some guys,” Bradley concedes.

“Not you?”

“No. Not to me. I’m more impressed you adopted a rescue, travelled across country with it and care about your puppy than what you might or might not do for your work.”

“Most people care that I disappear for months on end. Or have a thing against the military in general.”

“Huh,” Bradley states, realizing that that was maybe where his hesitance had come from. “I’m used to people being away for long periods,” Bradley states. Jake raises an eyebrow. “Sorry. I’m just… I was a Navy brat. Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Yeah. Grew up on bases, spent most of my life on them. We probably know some of the same people, if you’re actually a naval aviator…” Bradley says, still giving him an out, because maybe this guy is not realising the hole he’s dug.

“How do you figure?”

“My dad was a naval aviator, and until very recently my godfather was also a naval aviator, although he’s recently retired. Although I don’t think the Navy will actually ever get rid of him. He’s pretty entrenched.”

“Yeah, what’s his name?”

“Pete Mitchell,” Bradley provides, and Jake’s immediate response makes him relax a little. That’s definitely recognition of the name.

“Maverick? Mav’s your godfather?”

Bradley opens his mouth, snaps it shut again. Not just recognition but more than that. He's calling him Mav. Of fucking course he knows Mav, and he hadn’t used his callsign so this guy is legitimately a naval aviator.

“You know Mav huh?”

“Yeah. He’s… damn. He’s fucking insane but so good. He was brought in to train us and he’s just… that good.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that. His ego doesn’t need to be made any bigger.”

“He deserves his ego, he’s fucking legendary.”

“You sound like a fan.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. He’s… worthy of fans.”

“Yeah well, he’s my godfather. So there you go.”

“Wait, are you little goose?”

“Oh god…” Bradley groans.

“You are!”

“Yeah yeah… this is quickly losing the date vibe.”

“Sorry, I can bring it back to that,” Jake says, and his hand is suddenly resting on Bradley’s, warm and dry, fingers stroking the back of his hand.

“Yeah, think you better or you might strike out…”

“Wouldn’t want that…” Jake says, and his eyes are dark and amused and Bradley feels a little thrill at being the subject of his intense gaze.

“So, you’re an actual naval aviator.”

“Yeah, no wonder you aren’t impressed if you grew up hearing about Mav’s exploits. Fuck.”

“Trust me, I find you plenty impressive.”

“Good to know,” Jake says, his smile clearly pleased. “I’m one of the new flight instructors. Have a three-year stint here and Kingsville unless they need me for something special.”

“Nice. Do you like teaching?”

Their conversation changes as they talk more, discussing what their upbringings were like, their families, respective careers, all of Bradley’s current animals, favorite food and drink. It’s easy, their humor similar and gently teasing at times, making laughter come easily. It’s one of the best first-dates he’s ever had and it’s not until there’s a polite cough that he looks up to see the rest of the restaurant is empty, the waitstaff having clearly cleared up and are now just waiting on them. A quick glance at his phone tells him it’s nearly midnight and his mind bugs out a little.

“Shit, sorry. I guess we got caught up talking.”

“It’s fine.”

He grabs the bill, leaving a generous tip for keeping them and tells Jake he can grab the bill next time, which has him murmuring next time huh under his breath, close to Bradley’s ear as they walk close together as they step outside. There are only two cars left in the lot and he guesses the staff must park somewhere else. He walks Jake to his car, only a few yards from his own truck.

“I had a really good time tonight…” Bradley starts.

“Me too. Wouldn’t mind doing it again…”

“What are you doing Saturday?”

“Having dinner with this hot guy I just met…”

“What a weird coincidence, so am I…”

He shifts forward, eyes searching Jake’s face to make sure there isn’t any hesitation before placing a gentle kiss on Jake’s mouth. He pulls back slowly, his lips quirking in amusement when Jake quickly gives him another kiss back, slightly firmer and longer and he feels the flicker of warm anticipation come to life in his belly. Potential something.

“Don’t suppose I can tempt you to come back to my place?”

“I’m definitely tempted, but I’ve got to get home. Dogs.”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“Bring Brisket on Saturday. She can meet the pack…”

He doesn’t want to mention that Jake could also bring all her gear, as well as a spare toothbrush for himself.

… … …

They’ve been messaging since dinner on Tuesday and Jake feels completely settled into his house now, he’s driven to both Corpus Christi and Kingsville to familiarize himself with the routes. He’s taken Brisket to her first puppy obedience class, figured out the most convenient grocery store. All week he’s been looking forward to Saturday, packs some things and leaves them in has car, so if he needs any of it they’ll be close at hand. If it’s effectively a sleepover backpack for him and Brisket that’s between him and Brisket.

He pulls into the drive of the house address Bradley had given him and looks at the tall fence that surrounds the back garden, can already hear barking and he looks down at Brisket who is sitting there, ears pricking forward at the sound of other dogs. He gets out, grabs her bag of stuff and carries her toward the house, glad she at least seems curious about the barking rather than terrified. He rings the bell, eyes widening at the sudden increase in barking and then Bradley is there, smiling at him behind the wavy glass of the door. Immediately the barking ceases, although there is a small yap, and then the door opens.

“Hi. Come on in.”

“Hi. Uh. Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”

“Trust me, if anything she’ll rule them with an iron paw… feel free to put her down.”

Jake doesn’t particularly want to, but Bradley is looking expectant, as are the five dogs who are all sitting and waiting obediently. He knows they aren’t all Bradley’s dogs permanently, that he’s fostering three and dog-sitting one, but he can’t remember which one is which. Most of the dogs are normal sized, one is huge though, and he wishes he remembered which one Bradley said was his. Then a cat walks in and insolently stalks in front of the line of dogs and collapses at Bradley’s feet.

“Curtiss,” Bradley states, waving a hand at the cat with a sardonic sigh. The fact that none of the dogs have moved, except one, the largest, whose tail had started wagging enthusiastically makes Jake feel more confident about putting Brisket down. She is nowhere near as disciplined as any of the other dogs. Hell, the cat is probably more disciplined than Brisket, despite the fact it is a cat and takes direction from no one. Understandably she runs from him to Bradley, then to the cat, then back to Jake, then takes turns running to and around each dog and prancing playfully, like she expects them to play with her.

“I’m going to give them the release signal and it’s going to get chaotic, but just trust me okay? They’re well trained.”

He believes it, but sure enough in less than a second there’s barking again, six dogs suddenly all barking and then they’re running and Brisket is chasing after them and Bradley grins at him.

“I gave them the signal for outside. Brewster is too big to not be well trained, and he generally gets all other dogs quickly following his lead.”

“What kind of dog is he again?”

“A Leonberger. He was surrendered to a local shelter because the owners couldn’t afford to keep him. He eats a lot. He went unadopted because of the costs associated with feeding him, raft of potential health issues as he aged and because he had zero training. I’ve had him for five years now.”

“He’s massive,” Jake says, and he knows he’s stating the fucking obvious but when Bradley had said he had just the one big dog, he had never imagined this. He’s pretty sure Brisket is the size of one of his paws.

“Yep. But as I said, he’s very well trained. I work with him every day as well. Come on, I promised you dinner.”

“You cooked?”

“I did, but it’s only one of the five meals I can make, so don’t go thinking I’m accomplished or anything.”

“As long as it’s edible.”

He takes the offered beer, watches as Bradley dishes out some pasta dish along with some garlic bread and then directs him to sit at a high bench on bar stools rather than at the dining table.

“We don’t want Brewster putting his mouth into our food, at least up here we have a slightly better chance of protecting it.”

“I thought you said he was really well trained?”

“Not when I’m eating food. All bets are off if I’m eating.”

Jake laughs and just like it did on Tuesday, conversation flows easily. Bradley can follow his work talk easily, obviously used to Navy talk because of Mav, his own work stories are equal parts hilarious and terrifying. He’s attentive, giving Jake his full attention and he finds he likes that a lot more than he thought he would. They finish dinner, Bradley quickly stacking his dishwasher before feeding the dogs. He watches as Bradley holds their attention before giving them the signal that they can eat and he can’t help but be impressed. He’s pretty sure Brisket is only going to have to look at him and he’s going to cave to her every whim. He does try and look like he’s not a complete soft touch in front of Bradley as he feeds her, but he doesn’t think he succeeds.

They go into the back lawn and throw balls for the dogs, starting an elaborate game of keep-away for about twenty minutes before Bradley offers him dessert. He wants to ask if it’s Bradley himself on offer but doesn’t, instead takes the bowl of fruit and ice-cream and makes himself comfortable on the sofa, apparently safe from Brewster as he’s afraid of the scent of fruit. There’s a collection of boardgames, none of which he’s familiar with so he asks about them and learns that it’s another of Bradley’s hobbies.

When they’re finished he follows Bradley back to the kitchen, notices it’s much quieter, almost dark outside and there’s no more barking and he looks around, suddenly anxious.

“She’s just over there…” Bradley says, his lips twitching with a smile and Jake’s not sure if he’s laughing at him or… oh. That’s fucking cute. Brisket is curled up on Brewster, she’s somehow managed to climb up the almost mountain like body and curl up on top of him. He grabs his phone and snaps a photo, and then a few more because one is never going to be enough.

“She’s all tuckered out… You going to wake her up?”

Jake looks up at Bradley’s tone, and his eyes are hooded and Jake feels an immediate jolt of arousal spark through him.

“No… she looks far too comfortable. Think I need to go to bed too…”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Show me the way…”

… … …

They’ve not talked about what they’re doing, not in the actual physical and practical sense. Not in terms of sex and he’s definitely been raised in a house with the rule of if you can’t talk about it you shouldn’t be doing it. Which actually only goes so far when you really don’t want to share details of your sex life with your surrogate parents, or hear anything about theirs. He does agree in principle though, and there’s only one way to find out. Conversation hasn’t been difficult between them so he doesn’t expect this to be awkward either. He shifts slightly so he can rest his head on his hand while his other hand runs up and down from Jake’s shoulder to his hip.

“Anything you don’t like?”

“Uh…”

“Anything you do like? Or prefer? I’m easy…”

“Lucky me.”

“Can I touch?”

“Yeah…course.”

Bradley lets his hand rub Jake’s cock through his underwear as he kisses him, enjoys the feel of Jake’s body moving against his hand, body and mouth. Jake’s free hand runs through the hair on his chest, then his shoulders, down his arm before there are blunt nails digging into his ass; then finally a large palm rubs his cock far too fleetingly to be anything more than a frustrating taste before it starts back at the beginning.

“This okay?”

“Yeah, look, if you do something I don’t like I’ll say something okay?”

“And if I do something you like?”

“Actually, you could work on that a little bit more…”

He kisses him hard then, grinds their hips together and palms an ass cheek in his hand, holding Jake tight against him.

“Yeah, fuck…”

He shifts, pushes Jake back to lie on his back and then straddles one of Jake’s thighs. He runs both hands down Jake’s naked chest, leans down to kiss him again, hands on either side of Jake’s shoulders. Jake looks good, is confident with it, Bradley can’t help but find it attractive. He shifts a little, Jake’s hands are all over, hips lifting up to try and rub against him and Bradley would tease him for being impatient but he is starting to feel the same.

Their breathing is getting shallower, and he kisses over Jake’s collar bone, licks a little into the slight dip in his clavicle and assumes it’s a little ticklish from the way Jake laughs a little. He runs a hand down Jake’s side, his mouth moving down his chest but his eyes are on Jake’s neck and mouth, muscles taut and mouth open as he breathes harshly. He’s clearly given up waiting for Bradley to pay attention to his dick, has his own hand rubbing himself, occasionally detouring to rub Bradley’s dick as well. He moves his mouth over Jake’s pectorals, sucks gently at one nipple, wanting to know if this is something Jake –

“Fucking hell,” Jake exclaims, body jerking up as if electrified and Bradley pulls back immediately.

“Good or bad?”

“Good. Do it again …”

Bradley grins and seals his mouth around his right nipple again and sucks, flicking his tongue over the harder nub of flesh in his mouth and Jake’s entire body arches again and Bradley can’t believe how good he looks. How good he feels.

“Fuck, why does that feel so good?”

“Lots of nerve endings…”

“It was a fucking rhetorical question…”

He snorts, lowers his mouth back and presses down with his lower body at the same time, wants to give something for Jake to grind against, push him toward climax. Jake is reading his body easily, his hips angling slightly to thrust against the juncture of his thigh and hip, hands both on Bradley’s lower back urging him closer, pulling him down and Bradley lets a little more of his weight press down. The moan Jake lets out is gratifying and he reaches a hand between them and presses harder, feels the dampness from where he’s leaking pre-come.

“Lube?”

“No, I like it a little, uh, rough… you go ahead though, if you want…”

“Nope, I’m all good…”

His lips are red and swollen and Bradley wants to make him look like this all the time. He runs a finger under the elastic of the underwear and then Jake’s hips are up and he shifts back and out of the way. Watches as Jake pushes them down and he can’t actually get them off with the way Bradley is half-kneeling over him, one thigh between Jake’s legs. He shuffles down the bed. Drags his hands down Jake’s legs, tugs the underwear off before moving back up, placing gentle kisses on knees, thighs and hips before he licks up the length of Jake’s cock, kisses the head and lets his moustache scrape against the skin gently. Jake is shifting, clearly wanting to move more but holding himself back and he’s got far too much control for Bradley’s liking.

He wraps his hand around Jake’s cock, a little firmer than he would usually, but Jake had said he likes it a little rough. He jerks it steadily, watches as Jake’s eyes squeeze shut, mouth opening in a silent gasp and he keeps going. It’s been a while, but he knows how to multitask and he wants to hear and see what will happen next. Knows getting Jake off is likely going to make him come as well. He settles his mouth over the same nipple he’d sucked before, and it’s a little pink, and he sucks again. The resulting words from Jake’s mouth are nonsensical in between loud gasps for air and what he recognizes as his name. He doesn’t say anything, can’t really, with his mouth busy sucking intently. His hand has sped up and he’s resting a fair bit of his weight on Jake’s leg, partly pinning Jake beneath him and his cock is hard and leaking. One of Jake’s hands is fisted in his hair, holding Bradley to his chest and then his whole body goes taut like a rubber band being stretched before it snaps back and then Jake is coming all over his hand and he gentles the sucking to more gentler licks and swirls of his tongue because it’s most likely going to be a little bruised.

“Ungh… fuck…”

He doesn’t bother moving very much, just shoves his own underwear down enough to take his cock in his hand and jerk himself off, hard and desperate to come, no need to try and make it last longer or hold back. He moves enough to kiss Jake and he feels a hand try to come and help him and while he appreciates the intent it isn’t something that is even a consideration right now, he’s too close and he doesn’t need much…

“Bradley…”

Yeah, that’ll do it. He comes with a groan, his come joining Jake’s on his stomach. He rests his forehead against Jake’s neck while he tries to steady his breathing. Their breathing is the only sound he can hear outside of his body, heartbeat pounding in his ears, waits a moment before he lets out a long shuddery breath and kisses Jake on the chin.

“You okay?”

“What’s that saying, ask a stupid question?”

“Get a stupid answer…”

“Yeah.”

He grabs some tissues, passes the box to Jake and they wipe themselves clean and he feels fantastic, hopes Jake feels similarly. He kisses him, takes the dirty tissues from his unresisting fingers and lies down beside him.

“Stupidly okay. You?”

“Yeah. That sounds about right. Damned good for a first run…”

“Mmm. Imagine what it will be like when we’ve got a few more test runs behind us.”

“Always room for improvement.”

“That’s very true… I’m just going to go and let the dogs out but I’ll be right back. If you wanted to stay that is?”

“Yeah, staying sounds good. Just… uh. Brisket normally sleeps on the bed with me.”

“Think she’s found a new bed.”

“Lucky for me I won’t be lonely I guess.”

Bradley grins.

… … …

2 MONTHS LATER

He’s running a little late, but not by a lot. He’s messaged both Jake and Mav to say he’s running a bit behind due to a surgery requiring a bit more time. He walks into the restaurant and spies them sitting at a booth near the back, tells the hostess he’s with them and raises his hand in greeting as Mav is standing to give him a hug.

“Bradley!”

“Hey Mav, good to see you,” Bradley says, returning the tight embrace.

“Good to see you too. You’re looking good. This is… Jake.”

Bradley leans down and gives Jake a kiss, takes his time and licks into his mouth.

“Hi.”

“I hope you don’t meet everyone that way…”

“Only my boyfriend Mav,” Bradley says, laughing. “You didn’t tell him?” he asks Jake.

“Nope, one of my joys in life is keeping him on his toes,” Jake says, grinning at them both as they sit. Mav is rolling his eyes and huffing, but Bradley can tell he’s a little pleased. At least he knows now why Bradley really didn’t care about him inviting someone else along to dinner.

“How long has this been going on?” Mav asks, looking between them with interest.

“Couple of months,” Bradley provides.

“You move fast,” Mav says to Jake dryly.

“What can I say? I know a good thing when I see one.”

“Plus Brisket loves me.”

“She does have exceptional taste.”

“Much like her owner. Although don’t you get the names mixed up? Brisket, Bradley and Brewster? There’s definitely a theme there…”

Jake blinks, looks at Bradley and he just shrugs.

“We could get a couple more pets and name them Brownie and Bruno and you’d have the whole set.”

Jake laughs, eye brow quirks;

“Sounds like a plan.”

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU where Bradley is not a Naval Aviator

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water-to-drink · 1 year

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Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt4

(Summary): After your sudden disappearance from the face of Tevyat, some people take the time to discuss their next move

Part 1 Last Part Next Part

✧ Masterlist ✧

(Characters): Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Nahida, Venti, abyss prince!Aether, traveler!Lumine, Paimon

(Warnings): Not proof read, characters might be ooc

(A/n): I didn’t think a lot of people would enjoy this little idea, but hey I love writing stories and I hope you guys enjoy the rest that I have planned out

∘◦ ✧ ◦∘ means flashback

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It’s been a few weeks after your detainment and escape things have changed at the Dawn Winery, the once cheery mood you brought was now replaced with one of bitterness

The entire household have refrained from bringing up any mention of you so to not upset anyone, especially the master of the house

He’s taken up to locking himself in his study, completely drowning himself in work. It’s gotten to the point where the servants would urge him to eat a proper dinner instead of the small meals he would request sparingly

It looked like today would be just like that until a servant Moco announced that Diluc had a visitor

“Hello Diluc.” Kaeya said as he waved while leaning on the doorframe

“Agghhhh! Leave, I’m in no mood to deal with you!” Diluc grunted

“Aww don’t be like that, is it so wrong to see how my dear brother is doing?” The blue haired hand said as he sauntered towards his brother’s desk

“If I entertain you for 5 minutes will you leave?”

“Make it 10, then I’ll leave.”

“Fine…”

“So how have you been doing?”

“Good, I suppose. The knights have came to my door multiple times but haven’t but haven’t arrested me yet.” Diluc explains as he leans back on his chair. “I figure I should thank you for that.”

“I’ve been trying to explain that you don’t pose a threat to anyone, but ever since the failed execution and the traveler’s betrayal everyone’s been really tense.” Kaeya leans in towards Diluc. “Apparently the Creator is going crazy just looking for them.”

“By ‘them’ I assume you mean Mentir? If you’re here to get any information on their whereabouts then I can’t help you.” Diluc crossed his arms. “But I would assume you know their location when you were the one who aided in their escape.”

The cocky smirk on Kaeya’s face still held on but a slight panic flashed in his eye

“Whatever do you mean, dear brother?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Diluc asserted as he got out of his seat and was eye to eye with his brother. “I know you helped Mentir along with someone else!”

Kaeya’s face fell flat and began to make his way towards the window

“Throwing accusations that severe, are dangerous Diluc,” Kaeya feigned as he threw the curtains, after drenching the study in darkness he walked towards the door. “with how things have been, one wrong comment could cost someone their reputation or worse their life. He continued as he opened the door and looked down the hallway to see if someone was listening in. Seeing no one, he closed the door and locked it from the inside

Kaeya walked back to his previous spot and looked Diluc with a serious expression that is rarely seen

“I remember we always used to try to listen in on dad’s conversations but never heard a sound, I’m pretty sure I could yell at the top of my lungs and no one would hear.” The captain commented

“What are you getting at?”

“I’m just letting you know my appreciation for the soundproofing of this room.”

“That has nothing to do with you abetting the escape of a criminal!”

“Isn’t referring to Mentir as a ‘criminal’ a bit too harsh, I would assume you would call them something a lot nicer considering you opened your home to them.”

Diluc harrowed his eyes at Kaeya, getting ready to summon is claymore if need be

“Think about it, why would you a social recluse, let a stranger into your home who you just met in the forest at night?” Kaeya said as his movements became increasingly more genuine, a complete contrast from his controlled and practiced movements he would do when interrogated people for information. “Unless, their was something about them that felt familiar to you, an aura they radiated that you experienced before…” Kaeya put his hands on the desk and leaned in towards the redhead on the other side. “Like when you were used as a vessel…”

“Are you implying that Mentir is the Creator?!” Diluc spat back, his body language getting more visibly tense

“I’m not implying, I’m downright saying it.”

“If you knew Mentir was the Creator? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“Their name is (y/n) and I thought you wouldn’t want any information from a ‘heathenistic Khaenri’ahn spy’ dear brother.”

“Is you dropping this bomb on me the reason why you’re here?”

“I’m here to ask if you know the whereabouts of their Grace.”

“I don’t know, as I said before I would assume you have some idea on their general whereabouts.”

“That was the plan, Lumine was supposed to contact me when she found a safe place for them.”

“I could report you to the knights for spouting such blasphemous claims and conspiring against this ‘faker’ as you so claim.”

“Hehe. I know you won’t do that, want to know why? Because I know you and your sense of justice wouldn’t let you live with you turning me in.” Kaeya explained as he got up and walked towards the door before stopping and turning to Diluc. “And most of all, you don’t want to get rid of the remaining family you have left. Because no matter what we have between us, we’ll always be brothers. Least that’s what I think.”

As Kaeya walked out the door Diluc was left alone in complete darkness and with his thoughts

A truly awful combination

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In the neighboring of Liyue, two archons walk through Tianqiu Valley. The oldest and youngest of the Seven walk side by side admiring the scenery the region has to offer

“Your nation is magnificent, Mora.”

“Thank you, Buer. I’ve formed this nation into what their Grace would’ve liked.”

“What was the Creator like, before they died?”

“They were an amazing person, they had a wisdom and philocaly that I haven’t seen in any other being.”

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“Your Grace! Yahoo!” A high pitched voice called out

You turn your head to see Barbatos waving towards you and Morax

“Barbatos! How are you?” You gave the god a bright smile that rivaled the brightest of stars

“Wonderful, thank you very much.”

Morax scoffed at the laidback nature the wind god would often have when addressing you, seeing the behavior as childish at best and sacrilegious at worst. But you gave a little chuckle showing no contempt

“I see you brought your lyre, do you have a song you want to play?” You asked

“Why yes, your Grace! I actually wrote a song just for you.” Barbatos spoke

The deity readied his lyre and became playing his tune with the upmost care and passion. His fingers pluck the strings with grace he rarely shows

Once the ballad ends the smaller god looked at you expectantly

“Barbatos, that was lovely!”

“I don’t know why you entertain such foolishness, your Grace.”

“Don’t be like that Morax. Everything on this planet is beautiful in its own way.” You held your hand up as a crystal fly began to land on a finger. “Even from the most vibrant gardens to the moss that grows on rocks.” The crystal fly fluttered its wings as it flew away.

“Everything has a right to exist how it wants to exist.” You said as you watched the creature flying further out of sight

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“The sadness in their eyes is something that will never leave me no matter how long I’ll live.” Zhongli ended

“Ohh…” Nahida said as she looked down. “They seem to be very different from that, person.”

“They truly are but there is another reason why I called for you.”

Zhongli extended his hand and a petal appeared out of thin air. The petal didn’t appear to resemble any of the fauna native to Teyvat, it was light gold color and looked to be it was just plucked from the flower

A bright light blinded Nahida, shielded her eyes from the intense brightness

“You can open your eyes, Buer.” Zhongli spoke

Following his instructions, Nahida opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of a massive library. The shelves nearly reached the tall ceiling, all containing books of multiple formats, including hardcovers, scrolls, stone tablets, you name it

“This domain once belonged to our Grace, but fell into mine and your hands when they fell.” Zhongli explained as he ushered Nahida to follow him. “In your previous form, you helped collect manuscripts pertaining to the Creator.”

“This collection much be very extensive, it puts the library at the House of Daena to shame. I would love to read at least a percentage from here!”

“Thank you, Buer. Once this issue has been resolved you’ll be free to read anything from here.”

Nahida was a bit too excited to notice Zhongli stopped walking and bumped into him. She took a step back and saw what the two were standing in front of

A door with an unknown symbol on the front of it

“What’s behind this door?” The dendro archon asked

“I don’t know, we’ve tried to open it but to no avail. The door was here when I first came here. I was hoping if there’s anything in the Akademiya that would give us some insight on how to open the door.”

“I’ll see what I can find. I do hope that we can see what this door is hiding.”

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The months in the abyss changed you, the once scared outlander transformed into a resilient fighter, both physically and emotionally.

You mastered sword fighting thanks to the training you had with Lumine. Once getting little nicks every time you and the traveler exchange blows, now someone who can keep up with her

Along with that one could say you radiated the same level of command your doppelganger had, but the thing that separated you from them is your compassion

You treated everyone as your equal, never holding your authority over the heads of everyone else. You showed respect even to the hilichurls and mages, never dreamed of raising a hand to anyone who displeased you (as if anyone would ever try)

“(Y/n)!” A high pitched voice brought you out of your thoughts

You turned around to see Paimon and the twins following close behind

“We’ve been looking for you all over the

“Paimon can you stop calling the Creator by their name, it’s very disrespectful.” Aether reprimanded

“It’s fine, I prefer it if you use my name anyway.” You explained

The floating fairy looked at Aether with a smug grin on her face

“Is there anything you want to talk to me about?” You asked

“Ahem! Well I came to see how you’re adjusting to life here, I can be very hard on those who just came from the surface.”

“I’m doing great actually, I wasn’t expecting to get used to being here this quickly.”

“That’s good to hear, I heard from Lumine that your training is coming along nicely.”

“Well, what can I say? When I have the renowned traveler teaching me.”

“Ohh stop it, you pick up the sword very quickly I ran out of things to teach you.” Lumine said trying to hide the blush creeping up on her face

“Lumine’s right, it’s almost like you wielded a sword before and were really good at it.” Paimon added

“You think so, hopefully I’m quick to learn abyssal magic.”

“I don’t think that would possible?” Aether said

“Why is that?” Lumine asked

“Because abyssal magic is a lot more complicated to control than the 7 elements, it would be easier if you learn said elements first.” The prince explained

“Really…?” You said as you stroked your chin. “Okay, then let’s get to learning the elements.”

“Uh, do you know what that would look like? It would mean that you would have to go and be out of the abyss.” Aether advised

“I can’t stay here forever, and I certainly can’t let that tyrant go punished. And besides…” You clasps your hands behind your back and leaned in towards the blond guy. “I’ll have you and Lumine with me!”

“WHAT?!”

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shanastoryteller · 1 year

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Happy Holidays Shana! Fem!MXY!WWX has infected my brain! More of that, please?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Wei Wuxian has the deafening talisman on his chest and a blindfold wrapped tightly around his face and held together with a different talisman so he doesn’t have to worry about it slipping. He leaves his sword sheathed for now – it wouldn’t do well to start out too strong.

He stands, loose and easy, but nothing happens. He huffs. “I really will punish you if you refuse to help me. I am your superior. Don��t overthink it, just do as you’re told.”

Rich advice, coming from him, but they don’t know that.

He feels the air move to his left and he lifts his hand, grabbing a slim wrist and twisting it so she has to let go of her sword. He yanks her forward, thinking of the moves he used to drill Shijie in, and pulls her over his shoulder and slams her to the ground.

He pops upright, bracing himself for the next attacks, but none come.

This is getting annoying.

“I’ll tell you when to stop,” he says. “Until I say otherwise, keep coming up at me. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”

This time he feels their footsteps through the ground. Lazy. What, are they stomping? That has to be a funny image at least. He raises his sheathed sword to stop one attack, while kicking out his leg towards his other attacker. He aims too high, hitting meaty thigh instead of fragile knees, and has to throw himself on the ground to avoid the next attack. That does mean he’s low enough to yank their feet out from under them and then he rolls around just in time to avoid the attack that he’s pretty sure was coming from behind, which means his two opponents should have just taken themselves out.

“Someone remind me to assign footwork lessons after this,” he says. He’s just going to assume someone answers in the affirmative. They are Lans.

More come, two more sets of two before they figure out that’s not going to work, and then they’re attacking in groups of three and four. That’s when he stops being able to dodge every hit, but it’s also when his mind quiets. Everything slows down and he feels his lung expand, the sweaty grip he has on his sword sheath, and the growing collection of throbbing wounds across his body. He almost unsheathes his sword a dozen times, but this is good, he can almost feel his core straining and fighting against the confines of his body.

Finally. This is what he wanted. It’s not about thinking, fighting like this, just reacting, just trusting his borrowed body to notice things in time to react to them. It’s been close to an hour, his breaths are coming out more as wheezes, he’s at least twisted an ankle and possibly broken a rib, and he has some sort of head wound that’s causing blood to soak into his blindfold. It’s miserable and painful and not something this body is trained to handle, but he’s endured worse for longer. At last none of the Lans are trying to eat him.

Suddenly it all stops. He widens his stance, holding up his sword sheathe defensively, but nothing happens. “I didn’t stay stop,” he croaks. “Do as you’re told. Attack.”

The moment stretches on long enough that he’s getting genuinely annoyed about it when he’s throwing himself to the side, only realizing why when he feels the reverberation of a powerful cultivation blade hitting the ground next to him.

They’ve called in reinforcements, it seems. Maybe one of the elders? Fair enough, honestly.

Wei Wuxian unsheathes his sword, meeting the next blow more on a guess than anything else. The strength behind it is enough to send him skittering back several feet, but he doesn’t let his grip slip an inch. Then they’re pushing away from each other and he’s meeting the next blow based on what he would do, which probably isn’t fair to this random Lan elder, but oddly enough it works.

Every blow is powerful enough to make his bones shake and his opponent is skilled enough that Wei Wuxian can barely sense the air moving until it’s almost too late. His few minutes fighting this person are harder than the past hour of standing against disciples, but Wei Wuxian learned a long time ago how to compartmentalize his pain to keep fighting.

Doing this is making him stronger. He needs to be stronger to figure out what Mo Xuanyu wanted him to do. Mo Xuanyu killed herself to get his help. He can’t disappoint her.

He can’t give in.

New energy surges through him, bright and searing, painful even in its usefulness. He doesn’t let himself think about it, instead he pushes through, uses it to put his opponent on the defensive for once. Their fight is flowing faster, almost as if it’s a pattern, like they’re dancing instead of fighting.

Wei Wuxian feels a cool blade against his throat right as rests the edge of his sword on his opponent’s shoulder, flush against their neck.

A draw. Better than he’d expected, given his current physical condition.

His opponent doesn’t lower their sword, so he doesn’t either, but he does release the talismans with a burst of cultivation energy. At first he thinks it doesn’t work because everything is still so silent, but then he can hear the harshness of his own breathing and his blindfold slips off his face.

Lan Zhan is standing there, his sword at his throat, and his face pale and eyes wide. He’s hit with a dizzying sense of déjà vu. It’s like they’re fifteen again, on that rooftop with two bottles of Emperor’s smile dangling between them and the bright, fat moon hanging above.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asks, his voice coming out too high and strangled.

This can’t be happening. He can’t know. He’ll hate him and throw him out if he doesn’t kill him outright and then Mo Xuanyu will have died for nothing and Sizhui will be so said and he won’t understand – and what if his siblings find out, that’s the last thing he wants –

He keeps his voice steady and face even as he asks, “Who is Wei Ying?”

Lan Zhan’s face shuts down. “I – please excuse me, Xuanyu.” He lowers his sword, turning and doing the closest thing to running away that Wei Wuxian has seen him do since they were teenagers.

All the Lans are staring at him and gaping. The adrenaline leaves him all at once and he collapses to the ground, his legs refusing to support him.

He groans and then several dozen Lans converge on him, multiple concerned shouts of, “Madame Lan!” nearly deafening him all over again.

It’s kind of nice, actually.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #math-is-magic #untamed #i feel like we need a non-wwx pov of this for full effect

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Walk Me Home?

Part 1: Today (pt. 2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

George Karim x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Meet cute (sorta), Sorta Stalker situation (George is not the stalker I FORGOT TO ADD THAT), Reader is also a nerd, no angst, off-screen mentioned mild violence (someone throws a shoe), Happy ending

Notes: I love George, but I sincerely struggled on figuring out how to write him. He’s just so everythingcore like… How would I even manage to express that???

Summary: You and George meet while you’re avoiding someone, and in a moment of pure recklessness he dare never tell Lockwood or Lucy, he plays along when you ask him to pretend to know you.

Word count: Uhhhhh… Around 1k probably (I am too lazy to check) 👍

On a good day, George might visit the library to fetch himself more research material. On a good day, all goes well and George gets back home just in time to put on the kettle and fetch himself a cuppa before he dives into an afternoon of old books and sloppily written notes. Lockwood would scold him for not taking care of himself, George would call him a hypocrite, and then Lucy would come in and make fun of their bickering. On a good day, George makes dinner for everyone, cleans, then heads off to bed with a brain buzzing with theories.

When he sees you skipping over to him in his peripheral, he thinks nothing of it. The other tables are full, so he expected that someone would ask for a seat soon. He shuffles his books out of the way to make room for you, eyeing the strain of your smile as you sit just across him with a few books of your own. He’s never one to pry, but the look on your face is worrying him enough to ask you simply, “Is someone after you?”

You look behind yourself discreetly and George feels like he’s about to get himself involved in something unpleasant. The second floor has a sparse population of active readers about, even less browsing the shelves. This late in the day, people are running off to head home before curfew hits. When you turn back, you level him with a serious stare.

“Can you please pretend to know me if someone comes over and asks?” You whisper quickly, giving him your name in a stammered breath.

George feels his eyes widen, but schools his expression when you mouth ‘please?’. He pushes his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and thinks this day might not be so good after all.

“Why? Are you being followed? I wouldn’t appreciate getting dragged into something illegal, thank you.” He ducks his head down to his book as he says so, but he looks up through his lashes and you freeze. Something about you is intriguing enough for a second look, and he can’t reason out what.

“I— um, well,” You cough, settling yourself into your seat, “I was on my way home when I noticed some guy following me. It’s this guy who’s been bugging me for a while; won’t stop hitting on me. I came running back here and I’ve been trying to lose him since.”

Someone calls your name and you hiss a curse under your breath, ducking into your book. George pulls his shoulders back to sit up square, and glances back down at you. Your lips are pulled up into a sheepish grin, and he can’t help but soften a little at the way you mouth ‘please’ with those pleading eyes of yours.

There’s a moment where George has the choice to either play along or just keep himself out of trouble; where he spots the bellend quickly stomping to you from over your shoulder, and wonders if it’s worth the risk.

‘Lockwood you dick,’ George thinks to himself as he forces a smile on his face, ‘look at how reckless you’ve made me.’

The relief pulling your shoulders back has him feeling warm, and the gratefulness in your grin glues him to the spot. Many people have smiled at him before, but never so genuinely and never so wholeheartedly. It’s captivating the way the light dances in your eyes. He doesn’t think much on it before he actually has to talk to the prick.

“I think I’ve seen you before, at the library,” George says, after you’ve found yourselves away from the library and the creep. He’s insisted on walking you home to keep you from trouble, or so he says. You tease him all the while that maybe he just feels bad for taking your shoe and lobbing it at the bastard’s head. The thick-headed brute managed to damage it with his head, but you told him you didn’t much mind. Doesn’t change the fact that he feels a little bad about it, though.

“Maybe we’ve bumped into each other once?” You ask, and George shrugs.

“I think so, haven’t a clue where exactly.” George follows you as you turn around the corner, eyes flitting about. He checks over his shoulder quickly, and the wind blasts in his face like a rogue leaf blower set on low. His nose scrunches at the chill, and catches you staring at him when he turns back.

“Something on my face or am I just pretty?” He asks, the snark.

“Maybe you’re just pretty,” You hum.

He stumbles a little at that, but catches the teasing grin you shoot at him with ease. He settles back in step with you as you take the lead again. The wind’s blowing a bit harsher now, sliding through his hair like the bitter breath of winter. His face rests itself in the cold, eyes darting to and fro to watch for any other creeps lurking about.

“I go to the library in the morning,” You say suddenly, and he focuses his attention on you as you smile back at him, “Sometimes I catch you sitting by yourself up on the second floor as I’m about to leave. Sometimes you look up.”

He hums, considering the thought. Usually he only looks up if something’s concerned him enough or, well— catches his eye. Ah, right then. Now he remembers.

“You’re usually taking out books on the history if the Fittes’ agency, yeah?” He asks, and you duck your head in a nod.

You turn back to him, “You’re usually reading up on The Problem.”

It’s not a question, he notices. George wonders then how many times he’d seen you pass him by or, hell, even stop at his table before. He wonders if he’s caught your eye before too.

You fall into a silence the rest of the way, marching through the cobble and asphalt of the gloomy London streets; buildings towering over you like mountains. Somewhere in between all the walking you make it back home to a small building tucked between ones thicker and thinner, just as tall. You take a moment to hug George gratefully, and struggle for words when you pull back.

“I know I’m being a bit impudent, asking this of you, but could I find you again tomorrow?” You ask him.

George teeters on the balls of his feet. “I usually wake up pretty late in the morning, is that alright?”

“Absolutely. I’ll see you tomorrow….?” You trail, forgetting that you never quite asked for his name.

“George. George Karim.” He holds out a hand for you to shake, and you do it with a smile that makes him warm even in the bitter cold.

“See you tomorrow, George,” you whisper gratefully, climbing up the steps and closing the door with a wave back to him.

He feels winded by the time he gets him and his books back to Portland Row. The front door bolt clicks in with ease, and he shakes off the dampness of his coat before he hangs it up on the rack. Somehow the day has gone awry and yet he doesn’t find himself too displeased with it.

“George? Is that you?” Lucy pops her head down from the staircase, and looks quizzically at him. “You’re not usually home this early, did something happen?”

He pauses, feeling light and a bit fuzzy as he rests his back on the wood of the door.

“I think… I owe someone new shoes,” he says, but finds a small smile growing on his face.

A/N: I’m not too proud of this one, because I absolutely love George and don’t think I can ever accurately capture all his loveliness proper, but I decided to post it anyways because someone else might like it more than me LOL.

#george karim x reader #george karim x you #lockwood and co x reader #Portie writes fanfic

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thetalltaleteller · 6 months

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I thought I’d put together a somewhat coherent list of my headcanons for Lies of P as well as few others I’ve seen that go in line with what I’ve been thinking.

When P becomes human

His body doesn’t exactly change to one of flesh and blood. He still has a puppet body, for the most part. But that doesn’t make him any less human.

There are some physical changes, however, like how his hair changes and his shoulders get broader. I’d imagine he’d also develop some other changes internally that would enable him to do things he couldn’t do before. But again, still kinda more on the mechanical side than fleshy.

He would also feel things like pain and even hunger to an extent because of some of these changes. He’d also feel fatigue.

He’d feel pain because his ergo would like remember how certain things are supposed to hurt. Like getting smacked by a shovel would not be pleasant. And the hunger part is because he’s not entirely powered by ergo anymore and so he’ll eat to regain some energy. (Don’t ask me how, I haven’t figured that out yet. Just made sense at the time I thought of it)

Him breathing still isn’t a necessity, but it’s more like a “muscle memory”. Similarly to how his ergo can remember pain, it remembers other subtle things about being human. Things that one wouldn’t actively think about when doing, like breathing and even blinking.

How P feels being human/first time feelings

The first time he feels pain, he’d be shocked at first. He’d just think “What was that?? I did not like that.” And then he’d come to understand it pretty quickly and whenever he gets really hurt or something, he’d almost wish he still couldn’t feel pain. But that’s more of just him being a little dramatic lol

When he feels hunger for the first time, he’s completely unaware of what this feeling in his stomach is and it sort of has him a bit scared. That is, until he tells someone about it and they kinda laugh a little and explain it to him while giving him something to eat.

The first time eating something is so weird to him. Like he kinda has the muscle memory of it so it’s not like he’s being taught how to eat, but that doesn’t mean the overall sensation isn't weird and maybe a bit overwhelming at first. He gets used to it eventually and comes to enjoy trying new foods when he has the chance.

The first time he feels genuinely tired, he’s not too sure what’s happening. He’s felt sort of drained before, but this is a new level. Eventually he just passes out from exhaustion and he’s just on the floor until someone finds him. After that he’s more aware of what it is and is more careful about not passing out on the floor again. But he’ll still fall asleep in various places like in chairs or at a desk/table

Not to mention dreams. P would be confused as fuck about dreams. But he wouldn’t think much of them afterward. However, his first nightmare? Poor guy would be fucking shook.

(This one for the thirsty people including myself lmao) With P experiencing more human emotions, it would make sense he’d feel a romantic attraction to someone at some point. But I’d imagine he’d also experience sexual attraction. However, still having the body of a puppet, he’s missing a certain part to his anatomy to make some of these dirty desires possible. Unless he convinces someone to help him change that.

Note: I left things a little vague about who he talks to about these things, purely for your shipping convenience 💖

#lies of p pinocchio #lies of p headcanons #the teller rambles #my thoughts #pinocchio #lies of p

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Mike schimt x reader but

as bodyguard!mike x shy!reader

I’m not the best at requesting things so I hope this helps

Word count: 2040

Paring: Mike Schmidt x Gn! Reader

Summary: After Freddy Fazbear’s, Mike takes a job as a local singer’s bodyguard.

A/n: Thank you for requesting, I enjoyed writing this for you. I hope this is what you were hoping for,but it’s the idea I got from seeing Bodyguard. Anyway keep requesting and have a good day. Just remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

Shortly after the events that happened at Freddy Fazbear’s, Mike desperately needed a new job. Sure he could still keep an eye on the place but after all that happened to him and the fact that he almost lost Abby, he decided finding a different job was for the best. Luckily while looking for work he saw a job posting for a bodyguard position. It wasn’t the best job but the details were simple in it was keeping any eye on a local singer who had a somewhat of a large fan base, and had recently started receiving some unsettling messages and just wanted some extra protection. Upon considering it he figured why not as the chance of animatronics being the culprit was pretty slim, so he applied and waited for a response.

About a week later he received a call offering him the position and requesting he meet with his new boss at Sparky’s dinner. After taking Abby to school he went back home dressed in his best outfit and headed out to meet with the person he would now be protecting. When he entered the dinner and moved to the booth he was directed to by the nerd waiter, he was shocked to see a person wearing a beanie and sunglasses paired with a large coat covering their figure.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Y/n.” he said to the figure as they turned to him quickly and looked back at the table. They gave a small nod, motioning him to sit down with them. “So are you Y/n?” Mike received a nod in response. It didn’t take long to figure out that this person was extremely shy and it probably took a lot for them to have even agreed to hire a bodyguard, let alone become popular enough to need one. “Can I ask what it is you would like me to do as your bodyguard?”

Y/n nodded their head before seemingly realizing they would need to speak to this new person. “I just need you to come with me to my shows on the weekends and keep the creeps away. Nothing has happened yet, but I’d rather be safe. Plus some guy has been sending me mail that says some messed up shit, and I think that if I have someone with me when I go to shows he might stop.” They explained quietly. If Mike hadn’t spent so long with Abby who spoke rather quietly for a while he probably wouldn't have been able to understand what was said, but he understood.

“Not to sound ungrateful for the job, but why get a bodyguard instead of going to the police?” He asked genuinely confused, if some guy was making threats shouldn’t the police do something.

Y/n turned away and mumbled a response before looking at the confused man in front of them. “They won’t do anything. I’ve tried but because there is no proof they are real threats they say there’s nothing they can do.” They spoke a little louder this time.

Mike continued to ask questions about the job, and about Y/n. He learned quickly that they were the lead singer of a local cover band who played at clubs and stuff around. It seemed many people truly enjoyed their music and they apparently had a larger following on the internet as well. Mike also learned that Y/n was always pretty shy and it was their bandmates who pushed them to get a bodyguard. With some sound knowledge of his new job he bid his boss farewell, agreeing to meet them two hours before their next show that friday.

Friday came quicker than he thought it would. But as the time to meet with his boss came closer he realized he had no one to watch Abby while he was working. Everyone he tried was busy and he cursed himself for waiting until the last minute to find a babysitter for his sister. Running out of time he decided she would have to go with him and hopefully beagle to wait backstage during the show. “Abby come on grab your bag and a blanket, you’re coming to work with me tonight.” Mike shouted as he scrambled to find his keys.

The young girl quickly grabbed her backpack and blanket excited to see what fun job her brother had now. “What is your job now?” She asked as she got in the car.

“Just keeping someone safe while they sing for some people. While we are there, either color or sleep, don't go running around, I won't be able to watch you.” he said looking at Abby in the rearview mirror. Receiving a nod he smiled and then headed to the location he was meeting with Y/n at.

When they arrived they went around the back of the club to the employee entrance Mike had been told to go through. He texted Y/n, informing them that he was there and needed to be let in. After only a few minutes, he was greeted by a familiar face opening the door. Y/n greeted him and motioned for him to come inside quickly, noticing the young girl following behind.

“And who is this?” They questioned after greeting Mike. Y/n reached their hand out for Abby to shack.

Before Mike could respond Abby spoke up. “I’m Abby, my brother forgot to find a babysitter before today and didn’t want to leave me home alone.” She said, shaking the kind stranger's hand.

“Sorry about this, I hope it’s okay. I totally forgot to find a sitter and it wasn’t a good idea to leave her home, if it’s okay she can just sit in the back and draw or sleep, she won’t be a problem.” Mike went on explaining why he brought his sister to his first day on the job.

Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, I understand she can sit in the dressing room, I’ll have some of the kitchen staff bring in some food for her as well.” Y/n explained before guiding the pair to the fitting room.

After getting Abby settled in the dressing room, Mike sat and watched as Y/n and their band practiced, enjoying the music and completely amazed at how well the different genres of music flowed and worked together. The band played anything from My Chemical Romance to Bon Jovi, even some older country music. It wasn’t necessarily the kind of music you would think would fit a club but after rehearsal Y/n had explained that all kinds of people visited the club and over time requested most of the songs they played in their sets now, and so it evolved into this crazy mixture of music from every genre.

A few hours later Y/n’s band had finished their performance and decided to enjoy the rest of the night while a different group performed. Mike decided that since he noticed Y/n head to the bathroom he would quickly go in the back to check on Abby. When he got to the dressing room he saw Abby asleep on one of the chairs and headed back out to keep an eye on Y/n. Reaching the busy club he spotted Y/n trying to get a drink from the bar. Keyword there being trying, there was an older man who kept talking to them, completely ignoring the fact they were trying desperately to ignore him.

Seeing this as one of the things he was hired to help stop he approached the pair. “Excuse me Sir, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave them alone. They're not interested and I would hate to cause a scene.” Hearing his voice Y/n moved to stand behind Mike.

The man that had been bugging Y/n turned to Mike. “And why do you think such a pretty thing isn’t interested in me? What are you their boytoy coming to protect them?” The man sneered at Mike. He then reached his hand out to grab Y/n’s arm. “I think we were having a pleasant chat.”

Spotting the hand reaching for Y/n, Mike quickly threw a powerful punch into the man’s face, receiving a resounding crack as his nose broke under the force. “They aren’t interested in you because you’re a creep. And I’m just here to keep creepy bags of trash from making them uncomfortable.” With that Mike quickly guided Y/n back to the dressing room apologizing for punching the guy even if he deserved it.

Once in the safety of the dressing room, Y/n couldn’t help but cry. “Thank you for stopping that guy, he just kept on insisting that he buy me a drink when all I was trying to do was get some water.” They said quietly, having noticed Abby asleep when they came in. Even though they had barely known Mike for a week they couldn’t help but to fall into his chest hugging him thanks.

Realizing how distressed Y/n was Mike made a decision. “How about you tell your bandmates that I’m gonna give you a ride home, that way you can get out of here and not deal with any more crazy people tonight.” He offered gently running a hand down their back in a comforting way.

Y/n nodded in agreement accepting the offer and then quickly texted their friends explaining what happened and that Mike would be taking them home. After that Mike gently woke Abby, grabbing her bag and blanket. He guided a half asleep Abby, and Y/n out to his car. He got Y/n’s address from them and proceeded to take them home before going home to sleep himself.

After a few months of working for Y/n, Mike grew closer to them and found himself hanging out with them even when it wasn’t for work. They had become great friends, and instances like the first night he worked for Y/n happened less and less. It also seemed their band’s fans ahad noticed him not only at the clubs they performed but the online fan base began to notice him in videos and were asking for answers. They all wanted to know who the guy always hanging around Y/n was and why he just suddenly appeared. Don’t even get them started on the theories, most of which were that Mike was Y/n’s boyfriend and they were trying to keep it quiet.

With the growing speculation, Y/n decided (more like the band told them) that they need to address this with their fans, and asked Mike to join them for a quick Youtube video. Mike met up with Y/n at their apartment, ready to address the concerns. After setting up the cameras Y/n had Mike wait out of shot before starting the video.

“S-sso we have seen your questions about the guy who can be seen near the stage in all of our videos over the past months, and have decided It’s time to tell you guys the truth. So without further ado this is Mike, My bodyguard.” Y/n motioned for Mike to sit next to them. He gave a small wave to the camera and a quiet hi. “He’s been working for me for a few months because someone was making threats and he’s been at all the shows to make sure nothing happens to me, and he has saved me from so many creeps in that time.” Y/n smiled. “And with the pressure from my Bandmates, and you guys of course I’ve decided to introduce him.”

They recorded for probably twenty more minutes answering some questions that had been asked over the past few months before signing off and sending the video to be edited. Deciding to not let the day go to waste, Mike Invited Y/n out for lunch and a movie. Maybe he started as just their bodyguard but he was slowly becoming more. If the fans were right about him being Y/n’s boyfriend was unclear right now but it was starting to look like that would soon change. Though they wouldn’t tell them that yet.

#fnaf movie x reader #fnaf x reader #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike x reader #gn!reader

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