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targaryen-dynasty · 10 months

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LOVE ME NOW. (aka Mine)

Part 2 of 2 -> LOVE ME TOMORROW

modern!Aemond Targaryen x best friend!Reader

Person A always thought the benefits part only included sex, but with Person B it also seems to include cuddling, life advice and breakfast by @creativepromptsforwriting

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; p in v, praise kink, size kink, friends turning to lovers, confessions of love, slight Jacaerys Velaryon (he is a warning in this sorry lol), possessive and protective Aemond Targaryen, female Reader

WORDS: 3.7 k

NOTES: Aaaaand Part 2 is also posted. Hope you enjoy the director‘s cut. 🤭 Take care. Smut below the cut.

A few days had passed since the night Aemond crashed at your place and stayed the night, and you hadn’t spoken to him ever since. It wasn’t that you chose to avoid him on purpose–with several papers being due the next few weeks–but somehow you also did.

His texts got noticeably shorter, until he eventually stopped texting you, his last message a simple ‘K’, clearly he had figured out that you indeed were ghosting him.

The thought of him taking you out on a date didn’t sound too bad at the very beginning, probably because you were in a somewhat post-orgasmic haze when he had asked you, but your view on it changed once the possible consequences started to linger in your mind. What happened if things weren’t going to work out between you? Could you go back to being just friends? Or even friends with benefits? Or were your paths forced to part then?

The dynamic of your situationship brought you a certain peace. There were no strings attached, and neither of you felt pressured by the seriousness that possibly came with a relationship.

You relied on Aemond as one of your closest friends–your best friend even–and you really appreciated the advice he always seemed to give you, as well as his company in general. And you were certain you were going to lose him, and the comfort he brought you, if the plan of making things more serious would not work out.

That was a high risk for you to take, yet you weren’t sure if your plan to avoid him until everything settled back to normal was going to make things better. There was no way it would get back to how it was before. Not after his question. Not after you ghosting him.

You were sitting in the library, perched over a thick book. However, you had to read over the page several times, because you just couldn’t seem to focus on what was written on it–your thoughts always straying to the predicament you got yourself in.

That was, until a presence behind you pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I haven’t seen you in quite some time now.“ Aemond–you’d recognize that smooth voice everywhere.

You felt his eye burning into the back of your skull, the intensity paralyzing you so much, you weren’t able to turn around to face him. Or maybe it was the shame of knowing what you had done to him.

“Well, I was busy avoiding you, but my luck obviously ran out,“ you practically forced the words out of your mouth, only realizing how mean they had to sound once it was too late. Speaking before thinking. But by the way Aemond snickered at your remark, you knew he wasn’t angry and took it as teasing.

The blonde moved to sit down in the chair next to you. “Yeah, obviously. It’s good I knew where to look for you, then,“ he remarked amused, hands clasped in front of him with his fingers fidgeting with one of his rings. He had probably asked your best friend Baela about your whereabouts, and certainly she was going to receive an angry message from you later.

“Alpha Chi Sigma is throwing a frat party tonight and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?” As a date? The unspoken words lingered in the air. The hesitation in his voice finally had you looking at him, your curious gaze immediately noticing the small crease that was showing between his brows. Normally, you wouldn’t blush when someone asked you out, but it was different with Aemond, given that you’d love to do nothing more than to come with him.

ACS was one of the most popular fraternities on campus, and you were sure the party was going to be a blast, and overcrowded as hell–which also made you aware of how serious Aemond took the matter of taking you out. With you both attending the party together, he was willing to show everyone on campus that he wanted to be with you.

“Actually, Baela and I already planned to go together.“ It wasn’t a lie. Baela had asked you to join her, you, however, had politely declined and claimed you didn’t have time. But you couldn’t tell Aemond that. “Perhaps we could meet at the party?“

His face fell ever so slightly as you brushed his invitation off, but he was quick to cover the sting of being rejected up. “Well, I’m going to meet you there then, I guess.“ And with that, he left you, a slight ache prominent in your heart, because you did not want to hurt him.

You sighed out once you were alone, resting your face in your hands in pure despair, because it meant you had to go out tonight, and perhaps also to acknowledge your feelings for him.

But going to that party also brought a high risk of you stumbling into your ex boyfriend as well, and you weren’t keen on having Jace and Aemond finally meet each other for real.

Baela, on the other hand, was more than happy you ended up accepting her offer, showing in the way she practically dragged you towards the large house. And just as you expected, the house was crowded with people, leaving little to no space for you and Baela to enter it in the first place. She grabbed your hand and forced herself through the massive wall of drunk people, until you both reached the kitchen. The room wasn’t less crowded than the rest of the house, but still gave you some space to get some drinks.

“So, did he find you today?“ Your best friend asked, and you physically couldn’t stop the urge to roll your eyes. “He did, but I thought I was clear when I said I don’t want to talk to him,“ you said, your tone a bit more serious, “…and yet you still told him where to find me.“

Baela chuckled, nudging you with her elbow. “And I still have no fucking clue why you’re avoiding him in the first place. You’ve been fucking for the past few months, I get it, and he finally asked you out on a date. What’s the problem? What’s your problem, Y/N?“

You were clutching the red cup in your hand tightly, choosing to drown your drink completely because you felt like you needed a certain level of alcohol for that conversation–and probably for everything that was threatening to follow after it.

Filling the cup again, you prolonged your reply for as long as possible, until Baela snatched the bottle from your hands to pour your drink herself. “Don’t be silly, Y/N. You were always gushing over how you’d love to take things further with him, to get more serious. And now he finally dares to ask you out and you’re ghosting him. That’s bullshit.“

Baela’s advices were just as good as Aemond’s, with the difference that she constantly beat your ass for your dumb decisions and wasn’t shy to scold you for them. She brought you out of your comfort zone, and reprimanded you whenever you were self sabotaging yourself.

“I know,“ you admitted, sighing. “It’s just–” you gulped, “–what if it doesn’t work out between us? What if everything goes downhill? I don’t want to lose him because of shit like that.“ The tight lipped smile on Baela’s face showed you that she understood your concerns, but wasn’t fine with you chickening out once things with Aemond started to get more serious.

“You’re not going to find out if you don’t take the risk, Y/N,“ she said, taking a swig of her drink, wiggling her brows at you as she peered over the rim of her cup. “And to be fair, he doesn’t really strike me as a guy that gives up so easily.“ She probably was right, like always, but your stubborn ass didn’t want to acknowledge that.

Much to your surprise, she wasn’t done yet. “Do me a favor and think about it. That isn’t doing any harm and could help you find the courage to take the next step with him. I bet he’d spoil your ass.“

You nodded at her, chuckling at the profanity of her words, and leant back against the counter, putting your cup down.

“Fine, but not tonight,“ you eventually gave up, and that answer seemed to please her. “Fine, not tonight,“ she repeated.

“Do you mind me leaving you alone for a sec? Aegon’s here, and we have something to… talk about.“

“God, seriously? Since when are you fucking his brother?“ You grimaced, pinching the bridge of your nose, almost sounding disgusted. Almost.

“Well, he’s easy on the eye, and it’s better I fuck his brother and not him,“ her words were topped of with a cheeky grin in your direction. Her jesting had you snorting a bit too loudly, followed by you rolling your eyes once again. “Yeah, as if. Now go, I can’t bear to waste another minute of my life listening to your bullshit. It’s better you leave me, than having him come over here.“ Maybe Aemond’s stories of his brother had influenced your impression of him.

She was quick to scurry off, and you were left alone, once again. The knowledge of Aegon being at the party had you growing a bit antsy, because it meant chances were high Aemond was there as well already, and you weren’t ready to meet him again.

But what you saw next had your stomach twisting in plain shock. You caught a glimpse of an all too familiar mop of brown curls–Jace.

Just the sight of him had any color draining from your face, your panic obvious, even though you knew about the chances of meeting him at the party beforehand. And it seemed he had a sixth sense, because way before your eyes could leave his tall figure again, they fixed with his. So he had spotted you in the crowd.

With you being alone, it was the perfect opportunity for him to approach you, because you wouldn’t even dare to reject him.

The flick of his wrist made it perfectly clear where his priorities lay, making quick work of dismissing whoever he was talking to.

Your eyes darted around the small kitchen, trying to find any kind of emergency exit that made it easier for you to put as much space as possible between you and him.

You tried to leave the place straight away, only hearing him shouting a loud “Y/N“ after you, shoving his way through some drunk people. His voice had you stopping and turning around to face him, bringing back the memories of all the times your name had left his lips before, and readying yourself for whatever confrontation was going to come at you–but it never came. When you faced him, eyes flickering from the ground up to him, you saw Jace looking somewhat irritated–and intimidated–almost as if he was cowering beneath something. Or someone.

A furrow was visible on your brow, more so as he only muttered an ‘it was nice to see you’ to you, before slowly retreating again. In the last seconds, you noticed his dark eyes fixating on a spot behind you.

When you turned around to follow Jace’s trail of sight, you spotted Aemond standing not too far away from you, standing in a corner with his shoulder leaned against the wall. His whole body was tense, chiseled jaw clenched and expression on his face as stern as never before, and the gaze he flashed your ex truly was intimidating. If you didn’t know him, you’d cower beneath it yourself. It was stern, cold even, as if he was daring Jace to take just one more step closer towards you, waiting for him to start a fight. And by the way the brunette all but ran off, Aemond’s plan obviously worked.

You turned to face Aemond, still frowning. “I could’ve handled that myself,“ you hissed, still processing what had happened.

Pushing himself off the wall, he sauntered over to you, not the trace of a smirk or grin on his lips. “Thank you, Aemond, for scaring off my fucking asshole of an ex boyfriend,“ was his snarky reply.

In any other setting, you would have laughed about it, but it wasn’t the right time.

He took a few steps closer to you, until he was looming above your small frame like he always did. But this time it was different, because an emotion you had never spotted on his face before was written all over his features. Concern. “Can we talk?“

There it was, the question you had dreaded for so long. It was inevitable to discuss what was plaguing the both of you, so you just nodded approvingly.

He held out his hand for you to take, and you complied, allowing him to guide you through the crowd and upstairs until you found an empty room. In this case the master bathroom.

Once he had locked the door behind you, he pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear that had fallen out of his neat low bun, seemingly pondering over the right words to say.

But this time, you beat him to it.

“I’m sorry, Aemond,“ you admitted, your shoulders falling in defeat, and you could feel your throat tightening under his surprised gaze. “I-I didn’t want to be a bitch and ghost you,“ you sighed with a shaky breath, deciding on letting him know the truth behind your rejection.

“It’s just–I’m afraid things are not going to work out between us, and I don’t want to lose you.“ With tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall, your vision grew blurry, and if it wasn’t for Aemond closing the distance between your bodies to catch you in a searing kiss, you would’ve sat down to bury your head in your hands.

The kiss was different from the ones you both had shared before. His lips held onto yours protectively, almost lovingly, like he couldn’t stand to part from your soft touch. It was sucking the air straight out of your lungs. Something in the way he cupped your face ever so delicately to pull you closer, made you lightheaded and desperate for more. But the kiss also was demanding, and all of a sudden, the guilt you had felt before washed away.

With Aemond deepening the kiss, he slowly stepped you back against the vanity, until the edge of it pressed firmly into your ass.

You reluctantly pulled away from his lips to catch your breath, looking behind you to check where exactly he had guided you to.Aemond, however, did not really give you any time to recuperate, because his hands quickly wandered to your thighs to hoist you up and sit you down on top of it.

The movement and the coldness of the marble against your exposed thighs had you squealing in surprise, and with your face almost being on one level with Aemond’s, you couldn’t help but to notice how kiss-swollen his pouty lips already were. You reached to trace them with your index finger, your eyes carefully following the movement of it seemingly mesmerized, whilst his eye was only glued to you.

There was a silence between the pair of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, despite being thick with tension–sexual tension.

“And what now?“ You asked, cutting through it, and phrasing what you both wanted to ask the other.

“I don’t fucking care if you’re afraid things aren’t going to work out, because I’m not. I want you,“ he all but barked, possessive as ever. “You belong to me and no one else. You’re mine.“ The statement surprised you, and there was little you could retort to that, wanting nothing more than to be his.

You swallowed thickly, bowing your head for a nod and stuttering an, ‘I-I am yours, Aemond.’

The change in his demeanor and the possessiveness of his words caused you to shift in your seat, and with him standing between your parted legs, there wasn’t any opportunity for you to squeeze them together and soothe the aching between your legs. Some of your arousal already coated the center of your panties, sticking it to your swollen folds in an uncomfortable way.

Aemond seemed to notice your aroused state, one hand eagerly surging up the skirt of your dress and tugging your soaked panties to one side. The other, less impatient hand withdrew his rock hard cock from the confines of his pants and wasted no time in lining himself up with you, the bulbous tip prodding at your entrance.

But before he was able to thrust into you, you placed a hand on his chest to stop him. The impatient groan he made didn’t go unnoticed by you, even though it was really quiet.

“Are you sure it’s not just because you’re jealous of Jace?“ With your voice being barely a whisper, you addressed the elephant in the room, desperately searching for his reassurance that he did not just want you out of sheer jealousy.

“This is about us, and not him,“ his raspy voice rang out, thick with arousal and somehow giving you all the reassurance you needed. His eye found yours, it was a few shades darker than usual, and wide blown with lust, but still granting you the all to familiar solace.

The nod you gave him wasn’t only to acknowledge his words, but also to give him the consent to continue. There was no need for you to say it out loud–the message being as clear as ever with you wrapping your arms around his neck and your thighs around his waist, encouraging him to slowly ease himself into you. Both moaning gratuitously, your heart soared as he filled you completely in one thrust.

Aemond cursed through shattered gasps, “f-fuck, I will never get used to how fucking tight you are, Y/N.” His length plunged deep inside you with languid, fluid pumps. His tone was smooth and sweet as honey, and his devouring motions indicated that something about Aemond was different in that moment. There was a certain urgency in him. He had something to prove to you.

The agonizingly slow rocking of his hips into yours practically lit your whole body on fire, the familiar coil in your belly tightening quickly. With the burning sensation filling your veins, you couldn’t stop yourself from tugging his blonde hair, your fingers entangling into the strands at the nape of his neck.

Whilst you were moaning, Aemond was hissing at the pain your fingers caused, but it only seemed to spur him on even more. He pulled back until nothing more than the tip of his cock remained buried inside of you, only to seat his length back inside you with one swift curl of his hips, having you both cry out in unison.

He practically filled you to the brim, and even though you should have been used to it by now, you still loved the feeling of being completely stretched out by him. “You–You’re so deep,“ you whimpered at the rising pressure within you, Aemond’s tip relentlessly grazing your most sensitive spot. “You fucking like that, baby?“ His raspy voice retorted, which only had you nodding and moaning in return, especially at the use of a pet name you hadn’t heard before.

His head dipped towards you, and whilst you tilted yours up to catch his lips in a kiss, he moved to kiss your exposed neck instead, blazing hot kisses to your delicate skin. It wasn’t what you expected, but you weren’t sad either.

He nibbled and sucked on your skin, eliciting several moans to fall past your lips. “I’m in love with you,“ he murmured softly against your body, hoping you wouldn’t hear him over the moans that slipped past your plump lips, and judging by the way your eyes journeyed to the ceiling and your head tipped back because of the pleasure he caused you, you did not seem to notice.

He set a steady pace rocking into you, reveling in the way you practically melted into him as you arched your back and angled your hips. That was, until his thumb found your clit, tracing small, determined circles over your little bundle of nerves. That granted you enough pleasure to teeter over the edge in an instant, your walls fluttering all around his length.

With the pleasure clouding all your senses, you almost did not hear his purrs along the lines of ‘such a good girl for me’ and ‘taking me so fucking well’. He was praising you, even though you broke a rule and did not ask for his permission to come.

It took Aemond a few more thrusts until he came undone inside of you, a gratuitous grunt accompanying his harsh thrusts. His cock twitched vigorously, spending inside of you and coating your fluttering walls.

As you both unleashed strained moans, Aemond kissed your lips desperately, dipping his head and emphasizing the gesture and his feelings towards you.

With the aftershocks of your orgasms slowly subsiding, he rested his forehead against yours, and Aemond smiled softly against your equally kiss-swollen lips. For a few seconds, your heavy breathing was the only sound filling the room.

“Do you still doubt my intentions?“ Aemond asked, his smooth voice filling your ears.

You shook your head and captured his lips, your hands traveling from his neck to his face to cup it. He chuckled as he tilted his head back to withdraw his lips from yours, slowly pulling out so he could help you get off the vanity. Before your hands were able to straighten your dress and adjust your panties, Aemond’s had already put everything back in its place, and a warmth spread through your body at his aftercare.

“Come on, let’s leave this fucking place and go home. I want to spend some time with my girl.“

“You know,“ you started, the way your voice turned into a sheepish whisper catching his attention, causing him to stop in his tracks and look down at you. You reached for his large hand to intertwine your fingers with his in a reassuring manner, while your other fidgeted with one of his rings.

A soft blush was covering your cheeks, and it certainly didn’t come from your previous encounter.

“I‘m in love with you, too.“

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Lavender - Ch. 28

You get ready to leave the QZ - probably forever. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-27 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4K

A/N: If you're seeing this and feeling behind, it's probably because I put up two chapters in a day! Go back for chapter 27 first :)

You kept Ellie close, flanked by Joel and Tess as you made your way back across the QZ. They slowed down a bit once there was some distance between you and the Firefly hideout, reassured that FEDRA wouldn’t be showing up at any second to start arresting people.

You weren’t sure there was a safe way out of this situation. Not that you actually thought Joel would kill a child - you doubted Tess would but didn’t know her well enough to know for sure - but if you managed to slip away, the Fireflies would be after you immediately.

In a time where you could freely move between cities, you might have taken Ellie to a bus stop or train station and gotten the hell out of there. But the QZ was an immensely finite space. There weren’t many rocks under which to hide.

“OK,” Tess said, looking between you, Joel and Ellie. “I’m going to check on our path out. Doc, you go do whatever you need to do, be back here in three hours. The kid stays with Joel.”

“No,” you shook your head. “Ellie stays with me.”

“Then you stay here,” Tess shrugged. “We’re not about to let our key to a way across country out of our sight.”

You sighed and turned to Ellie, a hard look on her face, and tugged her into the kitchen.

“You’re not seriously considering leaving me with these psychos?” She asked, voice low.

“They’re not bad,” you said. “Joel… he’s a good person, he’s not going to do anything to hurt you. He just might be an asshole.”

“How much of an asshole,” she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Enough to be annoying about it, not enough to do any damage,” you smiled. “Promise. But I have to go shower and change and grab some things, if I try to cross the country smelling like this they’re going to throw me out of the car before we even make it to Pennsylvania.”

“Fine,” she muttered.

“Try not to poke the bear though,” you said, looking back toward Joel and Tess talking quietly in the living room. “Not worth the hassle.”

She sighed dramatically in the way that only teenaged girls seemed to be able to do and stomped back to the living room.

“Back in three hours,” you said.

“Should probably tell Andrew you’re leaving this time,” Joel muttered, flopping on the couch.

“Yes, the next time the Fireflies grab me off the street and hold me captive for two weeks, I’ll try to leave a note first,” you snapped. He sat up a bit, looking at you, frowning. “What, did you think I was there on purpose?”

He settled back into the couch.

“Figured you and Tommy’d decided to do something stupid,” he replied, looking you up and down. “You OK?”

You were taken aback by the question.

“Fine,” you replied. “Just really need a shower. Back soon.”

The shower might have been cold but it might have been the best one you’d ever had. You took your time, scrubbing every inch of yourself, washing your hair twice. You were shivering when you were done but you knew it was probably the last time you’d be clean for a while, you wanted to take advantage of it.

You tried to pack as quickly as you could but you took a few minutes to make your bed and clean the glass that Ellie had used two weeks earlier, putting it away. You knew you’d likely never see Boston again, let alone this apartment so you wanted to leave it in a good way. You’d lived here for nearly half your life. It was small, parts were worn, but it had been yours. It was hard to reckon with leaving everything behind.

You packed some clothes, trauma gear, all the research notes you had about the effective treatment you’d found, water bottles, the book of poetry Beth left you. For the second time in your life, you took the picture of you, Joel and Sarah out of its frame and tucked it into your bag, knowing you likely would never return. You did the same with the pictures of your grandmother and Becca. You got the photo of Joel and Tess out of the notebook in the drawer and tucked it away, too. You grabbed a handful of ribbons that you’d collected through the years, like bringing them meant you weren’t leaving part of yourself behind. You took all the food you could from your kitchen - jerky, dried fruit. Every birth control pill pack and broad spectrum antibiotic you had. Finally, you put the old sweatshirt you’d worn during the outbreak in your bag. You still wore it when you felt lonely, put it on and remembered how you’d felt when Joel had given it to you the day you graduated. You’d been tipsy on champagne and he looked so goddamn proud it made your heart ache.

You sat at your kitchen table and wrote a short note, the only one you felt you needed to write. “Derek,” you wrote. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. Know that I loved you the best I could and know that you deserve more than that. Thank you for everything.” You put it with the framed photo you had taken of him reading in your apartment.

Before you took a last look around, you went into the stash below the floorboard and brought up all your extra ration cards and ammunition. Not that you had your gun any more thanks to Marlene but hopefully Joel or Tess could use it. You pocketed some ration cards and put the rest in the bag you usually brought to school, along with the photo, the note and as much of your other research as it could hold before setting off to Andrew’s.

Elizabeth was shrieking with laughter when you got to their door. You waited a second before knocking, savoring the sound while you could. The thought of never hearing it again put a knot in your throat. You took a deep breath before you knocked.

There was some chaos on the other side of the door, you could hear Andrew trying to herd his children out of the way, followed by the frantic turning of the deadbolt and him ripping the door open, the knob slamming into the wall as he all but jumped into the hall to hug you.

“Holy shit I thought you were dead,” he held you tight, backpack and all, crushing you to his chest. You hugged him back, trying to remember what it was like the first time you’d held him. You’d both been so different then - he’d just been a teenager, he’d gotten slightly taller since then. It was hard to think of leaving him behind.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice thick. “I’m really sorry…”

He stepped back, pulling you inside, looking you up and down.

“Are you coming back or are you leaving?” He asked.

“Leaving,” you said quietly.

“Auntie Doc!” Elizabeth ran over to you, her little bare feet slapping against the linoleum floor. “Did you know that giraffes’ tongues can be 20 inches long? That’s almost two feet!”

“No way, really?” You smiled, trying not to cry. “That’s so long! What do they do with it all?”

Jess ran out from the bedroom and hurled herself at you, her red hair flying. You barely caught her.

“Thank God!” She said tearfully. She clung to you for a second before falling back. “Where the hell were you? We’ve been worried sick!”

“I know and I’m sorry,” you said. Elizabeth was looking up at the adults, confused. “Can we stash the kids for a minute? I need to talk to you guys.”

Jess nodded before taking Elizabeth’s hand and scooping up Jonah, setting them up in their room with some toys before closing the door.

“We’ve got about five minutes before one of them winds up dead,” She said.

“I’ll try to be quick,” you said, handing the canvas bag to Andrew who took it with a frown. You slid your pack off your back and to the floor before sitting on the couch. He sat beside you.“That’s for you. My apartment keys are in there, too. When you can or want, go take whatever you might like.”

Andrew looked at you and frowned.

“You’re talking like you’re not coming back…”

“I don’t think I am,” you said quietly.

“No,” he shook his head, looking away from you for a moment before turning back, tears in his eyes. “No, see, we don’t do this. You and me, together, that’s how we do this…”

“It’s not going to happen this time,” you said. “I have a student, the one I’ve told you about… The Fireflies are taking her across country. Something happened with her and… They think she might be immune.”

“Immune?” Jess frowned, sinking onto the couch beside her husband. “Like can’t turn?”

You nodded.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Andrew said. “That… we’d have seen that by now if it were possible.”

“That’s where I’ve been the last two weeks,” you said. “She showed up at my house with a half healed bite, I was trying to take her to the clinic to see if I could get the cordyceps out and the Fireflies found us. They’ve been monitoring her for the last two weeks. She hasn’t changed, the cordyceps haven’t advanced. I never got a chance to remove them, they just… aren’t attacking her. They’re bringing her to their lab out west and I’m going with them.”

“No,” Andrew said again. “Fuck the Fireflies, who the hell knows what they’ll do with anything they get from her…”

“That’s why I have to go,” you said. “I have to make sure whatever they’re doing they’re doing it right. But more importantly, I have to protect that girl. No one is on her side, Andrew, no one. She has no one. She’s going to vanish and no one is going to notice, they’re all going to assume she fell through the cracks. Someone has to be on her side, she can’t go through it all alone.”

You didn’t want to give them time to argue.

“In the bag is all the research I didn’t want to try to haul in the backpack that I might want,” you said. “I’m hoping I’ll have access to a radio so if there’s something I desperately need, I’ll get word to you and you can relay it over. There’s more at my place but it’s even older. I’d appreciate if you could get it and hold onto it for me, though.

“There’s also something in there for Derek, if you wouldn’t mind dropping it off. Doesn’t need to be soon, whenever you want but I’d appreciate if you waited until I’d been gone for a week or two first. I don’t want him thinking I took off because of him or something. I also put my stash of ration cards in there. I kept some to hopefully bribe someone with if I need to on the way out but the rest are yours.”

“What am I supposed to do without you?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you sniffed, starting to cry. “Let me know if you figure it out because I’m going to be lost without you.”

He pulled you into a tight hug and you pressed your face into his shoulder.

“I owe you everything, you know,” you said, voice muffled by his shirt.

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” he replied, holding you close for another moment before pulling back. “The end of the world fucking sucked but I’ve always felt like it at least got me my wife and my best friend out of the deal. And now you’re leaving.”

“You’re my family,” you smiled tightly, putting a hand on his knee. “But you’ve got your own family now and you’re doing a hell of a job with them. Keep it up, OK?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Never thought I’d get another sister,” Jess sniffed. “But damn, I lucked out.”

“I never had one to begin with,” you smiled at her. “But if I had, I think she’d have paled in comparison to you.”

There was a clatter from the bedroom. Jess dried her eyes.

“Let me get the kids before they hurt themselves,” she said. “You have to say goodbye to them, too…”

It took everything you had to not cry as Elizabeth babbled to you about giraffes - the animal from today’s science book - and Jonah tugged at your shirt. You hugged them both tightly, told them how much you loved them, tried to cover the feeling of your heart cracking open with longing to hold them just a while longer.

Andrew walked you to the door, his arm around your shoulders.

“Even if we never had to save each other, I’d still be so glad we met,” he said.

“Me too,” you smiled through the tears.

“I’m just deciding this isn’t goodbye,” he said. “It’s see you later, OK? We’ll see you again. It’s you and me, that’s how we do this.”

“Yeah, OK,” you laughed a little and he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Radio when you make it, OK?” He said. You nodded. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The walk to Joel’s felt both too long and too short. You wanted to get your tears under control before you got there but walking through the QZ while crying was a little too vulnerable for your taste. There were still tears in your eyes when Joel opened the door.

“You OK?” He frowned down at you as you stepped inside.

You shrugged with a sniff.

“Said goodbye to Jess and Andrew and the kids,” you said softly. “I never thought I’d know when I wouldn’t see them again, you know? At least not for a few decades if we got that lucky.”

You wiped your eyes on your sleeves.

“You’re not coming back,” he said it more than asked it.

“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think I am.”

“Doc!” Ellie came out from the bathroom, a proud grin on her face. “I figured out their smuggling code. 80s means trouble.”

You glanced up at Joel.

“Bill and Frank?”

He added once.

“Shit,” you muttered.

Tess wasn’t too far behind you, letting herself in just as you’d managed to stop crying.

“Let’s move.”

***

This girl was going to drive Joel insane.

She was nosey, a smart ass and too clever for her own good. And she damn well knew it, too. Which only made it worse.

Thankfully, she seemed to have a modicum of respect for you and actually listened when you told her to be quiet and do whatever Joel and Tess told her to do.

“They’re pros,” you’d told her as they got ready to leave the apartment. “You’ve got to trust them. Stick close, obey, you’ll be fine.”

She’d sighed dramatically but seemed to listen, Joel in the lead, the girl behind him, you behind the girl and Tess bringing up the rear.

He wasn’t huge on any part of this plan. You were a liability outside the QZ. He’d given you a gun and a knife so you weren’t totally unarmed but you were far from a great shot and he wasn’t sure you’d even be willing to shoot or stab anything but an infected.

And then there was the kid.

Joel hadn’t been around kids such since… Regardless, he didn’t remember them seeming quite so small or disturbingly fragile. It wasn’t that she was particularly delicate by any means, it seemed like she approached everything that crossed her path the way a freight train would: loudly and head on. It was more that she was inherently breakable, something that was in desperate need of protection.

Protection that you’d, apparently, decided fell to you from the way you kept close to her. It set Joel’s teeth on edge. You might have been capable of protecting her in the QZ - you had connections, after all, and you could certainly patch her up when she got hurt. He was sure you’d have no problem shouting down some FEDRA asshole on the girl’s behalf. But raiders and infected? Those were another story.

But he only had to get the two of you across Boston. Then he’d have a car and could go find Tommy. And leave you to the Fireflies.

He ground his teeth.

He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

He made it to the fence line, ducking under first while Tess held it up for you and the girl to scramble through before following behind.

“Holy shit,” the kid breathed, looking up as though the sky should be fucking different a few feet outside the wall.

“Ellie!” You hissed, grabbing her and tugging her down beside you.

“Sorry,” she winced. “I’ve just never been outside!”

Joel watched the searchlight and you tugged the girl lower against you as it passed overhead.

“Go,” Tess ordered once it had cleared.

He led you along the wall, staying pressed close against it, until they were close to the next gap… and ran almost head first into a guard.

“Hey!” He yelled, raising his gun.

“Fuck,” Joel muttered, putting his hands up, trying to maneuver himself in front of you. You grabbed the girl and tucked her behind your body before raising your hands, too.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The guard snapped. Joel tried to not groan.

“Look,” he began but he cut him off.

“Thought I warned you that we were cracking down and now you’re just, what, leading a fuckin’ field trip?” He demanded.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding,” you smiled a little. “I’m sure we can work it out…”

“Did I tell you that you could fuckin’ talk?” The man pointed his gun at you. Joel’s jaw twitched.

“If you just want to give me a second,” your voice was calm. “There are some cards in my back pocket. I’m going to get them out, you can have them, they’re yours, OK?”

The man paused, gun still pointed at you.

“Let’s seem ‘em,” he said.

Joel glanced back at you as you moved slowly, just one hand, and pulled out a wad of cards, approaching the guard slowly and handing them over. You stepped back, glancing behind you as you did, lining yourself up with the girl, staying in front of her.

“Thanks,” he pocketed them. “For that, I won’t kill you.”

“What more do you fuckin’ want man?” Tess asked. “Let us do this run and we’ll give you half.”

“Need a lot more than fuckin’ half if you want me risking my neck for you assholes,” he snapped. “Turn around, down on your knees, hands on your head, let’s go.”

You looked at Joel, your eyes wide. Your head moved, ever so slightly, once. A shake. For some reason, this was a bridge too far.

“You can have it all,” he said quickly. “All the cards from this run, they’re yours.”

“I said down on your fuckin’ knees!” The gun was up.

“Alright, Jesus,” Tess muttered, turning around and looking to you and Ellie. “Just get down…”

You and the girl shared a look as you got to your knees and Joel followed, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“I know a lot of high up people in FEDRA here,” you said as the man went to Tess. “Want a nice, cushy gig? I can make that happen…”

“Yeah I bet you fuckin’ can,” he scoffed. “Crawling out of the QZ like a fuckin’ rat screams power…” He pressed his scanner to Tess’ neck.

“Seriously?” She snapped. “We were coming from inside…”

“Unauthorized exit,” he showed her the screen. “That’s a hanging offense.”

“Pills,” Joel said quickly. “Half off.”

“All off,” the man countered.

“I’m a doctor,” you said quickly. “You won’t even need to wait for them to do a run, I’ll get you as many as you want, I’ve got access…”

The scanner pressed to Joel’s neck.

“Two for two,” he shook his head. “Not lookin’ too hot for the field trip…”

He scanned you next.

“Looky here,” he turned the scanner around. “Unauthorized. Exit. Hope your powerful friends are free to bail you out…”

“Name it,” you said quickly, pleading. “I’ll give you whatever you want…”

He pressed the scanner to the girl’s neck and she screamed, leaving him yelping in pain, clutching his leg.

You moved quickly, twisting and grabbing the girl, all but throwing her behind you as you scrambled to your feet and the guard yanked a knife from his leg.

“Fucking bitch!” He raised the gun.

Joel jumped between you and the guard.

“She’s freaked out, I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “It’s a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding. I can still get you whatever you want, I can get you more cards, I can get you pills…”

“No, fuck you,” he snarled, pressing forward.

“We can work this out,” Joel kept his hands up, glancing behind him. Your eyes were wide, the girl peering over your shoulder. Your arms were behind you, trying to hold her back as you shielded her. He looked back at the guard. “Just put the gun down.”

“I don��t fuckin’ think so.”

The man’s finger twitched toward the trigger and, for half a moment, it was 20 years ago. He was holding Sarah. He was scared. He needed to protect her. Life without her wasn’t worth it, he needed to keep her safe.

He lunged for the guard before he was fully aware of what he was doing, knocking the gun aside and bringing his fist down on the man’s face again and again and again.

There was something deeply satisfying about it, raining blows down on the man who would have killed Sarah, just tried to kill you, just tried to kill the fragile girl whose body you were protecting with your own. This time, he wasn’t failing. This time, he was doing what was needed.

“Joel!” Your voice snapped him back to reality, the man’s face a bloody mass below his hand.

The girl was leaning behind you, watching him intently. He looked back at the man, his hand covered in his blood. You darted forward, putting one hand gently on his back, the other taking his bicep, tugging him slowly to his feet. You pulled his hand into yours, looking at his bloody knuckles.

“Come on,” you said quietly. “I’ll take a better look when we’re clear…”

He nodded to you once. You got to your knees and checked the guard’s pulse, wincing after a few seconds. Joel took the gun from the ground.

“Joel!” Tess yelled, panic in her voice. She was holding up a red scanner.

“No,” the girl shook her head and you ran past Joel so fast you were barely a blur, throwing yourself between Tess and the girl.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Doc?” Tess snapped. “You’ve got me hauling an infected girl out of the goddamn QZ! You have us risking our asses for this?”

“I’m not infected!” The girl said, slipping below your arm and holding out her own. “Look, I got bit weeks ago, OK? Weeks, no one lasts that long…”

“It’s true,” you said quickly. “It’s true, she came to me two weeks ago and it was already a week old then, Marlene got us and held us another two weeks, I saw all of it, I swear she’s not infected I don’t know what it is…”

“I should fucking kill you both!” Tess snapped.

“Then let’s do it away from here before more guards show up!” You said quickly, putting the girl behind you again. “Tess, you know me. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have a reason, do you think I’d leave everything here if I didn’t have a reason?”

She panted for breath, staring you down.

“Let’s move before we have more fucking problems,” she snapped, stalking for the fence, Tess ducking below first. You nudged the girl behind her and you stopped, looking back at Joel, waiting for him. He came and stood beside you, his mouth a grim line.

“I promise there’s a reason,” you said softly. “I promise.”

He gave you a single nod. You ducked below the fence and he followed you and the girl into the dark.

A/N: And we say goodbye to Boston and the Boston OC crew! I hope you enjoyed Andrew and Jess at least half as much as I have. Andrew quickly went from a small side character to probably the second favorite character I've ever written. It's the only reason he survived the run with Tess and Joel - I couldn't handle killing him!

I'm really looking forward to exploring some of the dynamics of these characters in the next chapter and, of course, some fun with infected - with some added drama on the books because why not.

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Thank you again for reading! I know I say this all the time but this has been such a joy in large part because the readers are such a joy. Thank you thank you thank you for this experience. Love you all!

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anonnwr1ter777 · 4 months

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Miscommunication

Hanahaki Disease AU!

jordan li x reader

-def a little oc jordan, i can’t imagine them saying some of this stuff but literally- for the plot 😝

readers gender isn’t really talked about in don’t thinkkkk and i couldn’t think of a better name so 😝 hope yall enjoy tho 🫡 also i don’t like using y/n so i’ll probably just use “___”

oh also i should mention that I don’t know the MOST about hanahaki disease i just remember reading a shit ton of imagines so i’m going off what i remember😭 if anything isn’t like accurate pretend it is 😚( but i was watching sleeping beauty and snow white while writing so im sure yall will see where that comes into this😝 ) also ik its not perfect but i hope it gives enough and doesn’t sound stupid😭<- i mean this in the sense that some parts kinda counteract each other but if we ignore that it’s pretty fye 🙌

Having to throw away another bloodied shirt was not on your to-do list for this morning, but here you are.

You first learned about your problem a couple months ago. Waking up after a night out with your friends to a strange feeling in your chest, almost like thorns.

When you told your roommate Cate about this, she pulled up ‘Hanahaki Disease’ on her phone and started to show you the symptoms and causes.

Of course you were in denial. In love with your childhood bestfriend? With Jordan? Not that it was a bad thing, who wouldn’t be in love with them? But you knew there was no way they would even like you back, the apparent thorns and flowers being grown just proves that.

—

“Hey freshie, coffee? I got your favorite” Jordan bumps your shoulder as you’re walking to class.

you know that you should probably try and distance yourself from them, try and make yourself fall out of love somehow. You just can’t.

You quickly snap back to the moment after realizing you’ve not responded.

“Jordan you can’t call me a freshman anymore, i’m a sophomore now”

“Oh you’ll always be my little freshman” They tease and put your coffee in your hand.

Immediately your chest starts to feel tight, you can feel the flowers start to creep up your throat.

Impeccable fucking timing

“So i was thinking, if you were down- We go with Andre and Cate and them to that one club we went to like a month ago-“ Jordan continues on as you start to zone out

You knew from the beginning you had no intention of telling Jordan about this, but you also knew that you spend way too much time with them to not be revealed to them at some point. But damn how would you ever be able to walk away from someone so-

“Are you even listening to me freshman?” Jordan stops you from walking, standing in front of you. “Huh? what? yes?” You snap out of your thoughts.

Jordan doesn’t say anything, instead the raise an eyebrow as if to say ‘then tell me’

“You were talking about the club yall dragged me to a month ago and how you wanna drag me back again” You look up at them as they switch from fem to masc.

“Okay maybe you were listening but!” They pause to take a sip out of their your drink. “That doesn’t change the fact that there is something going on in that head of yours” They poke a finger into your shoulder, an underlying tone of seriousness in their voice.

“Nothing is going on Li.” Even you didn’t believe your tone of voice.

“I know even you didn’t believe that” They grabbed your free hand, the situation turning a lot more serious.

“Hey Jordan, you know I always appreciate you for caring, but seriously I am fine!”

“Okay okay!” they put their hands up in defense, “You know I will always care” They flashed their smile and continued walking, hand still in your hand.

•~•

Cate dragged you out for lunch (to scold you the whole time) tired of your tired behavior in all of your classes. Cate was the only one who knew about your minor problem.

“Okay Cate i hear you, i swear!”

“All im saying is they like you back.” Cate tries to plead with you,

“Cate we both know they wouldn’t go for someone like me, i’m simply not their type; nothing is wrong with that”

“Yeah nothing wrong other than the fact it’s killing you” Cate rolls her eyes before continuing,

“Look, you know that’s not the case. They adore you.”

You let your head fall on the table dramatically, “Cate please-“

Cate grabs your hand, making you look at her.

“So disregarding the flowers growing in you, you’re going to deny you are in love with them?”

“Cate, they’re everything i’ve ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk loosing them as a friend”

Cate sends you a sympathetic smile before squeezing your hand, “I think you should just talk to them, maybe they’re hiding more than you think”

•~•

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Cate said. You decided you would just go ask them what’s up, maybe slip in a confession. Who knew?

After your last class of the day, you decided to go and find jordan.

As you were leaving your dorm, you remembered that Marie had lended you her hoodie a while back and decided to return it to her before going to Jordan’s dorm. Your love confession could wait.

You put your headphones on and made your way to her dorm.

You knocked when you arrived. Marie’s door wasn’t shut all the way so you invited yourself in.

At this exact moment you had wished you kept the jacket another day.

“Oh! __” Marie squeaked, pulling away from

jordan.

Jordan just looks at you, sending you a caught look.

It would be your luck that you walk in on them making out. You couldn’t do anything but stare at the scene in front of you as you dropped the jacket.

You felt like you were in a daze. This couldn’t be real? I thought they hated each other?

“oh my god” you breathed out, laughing in disbelief“I am so-“ “oh okay!” you had to take a moment, stumbling over your words was not keeping you discreet.

“I’m so sorry, here is your jacket Marie. um, have fun? i’m sorry again, okay bye!”

“Wait! __” You heard Jordan’s calls for you, but why in the hell would you stop? The flowers are feeling like they just got a big glass of fertilizer and you were 100% about to throw up.

Your steps increased, a speed away from running at this point.

“Jesus __, wait!!” Jordan grabs your wrist before you can speed up anymore, pulling you to face them.

“I really need to go jordan, you shouldn’t have left marie like that; that’s not nice” You mumble, looking at the floor.

“It really wasn’t what it looked like, you have- can you look at me?!” Jordan voices.

You look at jordan, currently in their female form. “Jordan please, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I really need to go”

“No you don’t, you didn’t have any plans today; you texted me that earlier when i asked.” They deadpanned.

Goddammit for smartphones

“Okay but now i do, bye!” You pull out of the grasp, just to be pulled back in by a stronger, larger hand.

“Listen we should really talk about-“

“We really shouldn’t! You don’t owe me any explanation!” you gag, feeling the blood and thorns start to reach your mouth. “Please just go back to marie, it’s not fair to leave her like that”

“__ Please-“ You cut jordan off by using your powers to remove their hand from yours, booking it to the nearest storage closet to throw up.

You’re so occupied with the flowers spilling out into your hands you don’t even hear Jordan come in.

“What the fuck?”

“Jord-“

“What the fuck?”

“please jordan, leave-“

Jordan comes to kneel beside you, gently grabbing at your hair to hold it back. “What is happening to you?”

“Nothing, please just-“

“__, please stop running from me, just let me in?” They use their sleeve to wipe your mouth free of blood. “You have been distant for a while now and i didn’t want to say anything because at the end of the day, if you were having a a problem you would tell me. Now you aren’t telling me anything, what is going on?”

Jordan helps you sit against the wall, standing up to take their jacket off as the room is silent.

“I have Hanahaki Disease.”

“Hana?- That unrequited love disease?” They stammered.

you nodded.

“For how long?”

“About four months ago”

“Jesus you’ve been dealing with this for four months? Well who’s the idiot who isn’t in love with you?”

Their comment would’ve been funny in a different scenario, but all you could do was look at them; eyes locked.

“You,” you mumbled

Jordan smiles down at you,,thinking- rather hoping you’re joking.

“That’s funny, who?”

“You’re the idiot jordan.”

“What?”

“I’m in love with you, head over heels i fucking guess.”

“no no no,” Jordan’s suddenly frantic, looking between you and the bloody flowers on the floor. “You can’t do this to me. Why would you do this?” They ask, eyes wide,stopping their pacing to meet your eyes.

You soften at their sudden change in behavior.

“Jordan, it’s oka-“

“It is not fucking okay!” They exclaim, coming to kneel down next to you. “What can I do?” they mutter, “Let me take you to the hospital, come on- please” They all but begged

“Jordan, please” You start, before the coughing attacks start up again, a white-bloodied rose falling into your hand. You swallow and meet Jordan’s remorseful eyes.

“It’s not your fault, you can’t pick who you fall in love with”

“But why did you have to fall in love with me?”

“how could i not jordan?!” you try to deflect instead of going on to list the multiple reasons you’re in love with them. “I never expected you to love me back. I mean I didn’t think this would happen, but I can’t control my feelings”

It’s quiet in the room. You observe Jordan as they look at the floor, their bob covering half of their face.

“This isn’t fair.” Jordan muttered, standing up “You’re selfish”

“Selfish?” you mimicked, using the wall assist you in standing up. “It’s unfair of you to call me selfish for my-“

“It’s selfish because it’s not true” Jordan snapped.

You blinked at them.

“Not true? Jordan i’m so in love with you i’m literally throwing up flowers, so what in the whole hell do you mean?”

“People don’t just fall in love with me, you don’t just fall in love with me” Jordan spat and met your eyes.

You’re taken aback by their tone, as if you aren’t literally growing flowers in your lungs and throat. You knew it was rumored that Jordan could be a little mean but you’ve never really seen it till now.

“Okay Jordan this is obviously too much for you to handle, you weren’t even supposed to see this- you weren’t even supposed to find out!” You began to make your way to the door, feeling your chest get tight again and not wanting to deal with this.

“..you weren’t gonna tell me?”

You turn around and meet their eyes.

“No jordan of course I wasn’t gonna tell you. I’d rather have you as a friend then not have you at all”

“So you were just gonna keep this to yourself? Die in silence?” they swallow. “If i didn’t follow you in here, would i ever have known?”

You look down; not exactly proud of what you’re about to say.

“Worse case scenario I asked cate to make sure you never found out about it.” You confessed.

“___, what the fuck?” Jordan scoffed out in shock, “Okay now that is fucking selfish.”

It might’ve seemed selfish to them, but if you were in their shoes you wouldn’t want the guilt of not being able to love someone back.

“Jordan, please stop calling me selfish! Nothing about what i’m saying is selfish” you breathe,

“Did you really want cate to come up to you and say “oh yeah ___ died because they stupidly feel in love with someone who could never love them back!”, Yeah jordan i bet that would’ve made you feel real peachy!” You snapped.

Once again the room falls to silence, and you fight back the tears waiting to drop.

“God, see Jordan this is why I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to argue with you like this. I don’t expect you to lov-“

“But I do love you!” They cut you off, coming closer to you.

You think Jordan can see your demeanor change by the way their eyebrows scrunch

“Don’t say that jordan, you can’t love me out out pity. Don’t love me out of pity.”

Jordan goes to say something before you interrupt them, you deny the fact your chest felt a little lighter at their statement.

“that’s not fair. I have been content with you not loving me back, do not start lying now please. Please, I want us to go back to how we were before this ever happened; before you ever knew”

They stared at you. Their facial expression evident that they were trying to find the right words.

“Look __, I might not know how to navigate this love thing but I know every time I see you my chest feels tight and i can’t look at you for too long or i want to drop everything im doing to take you and show you just how much i want you. Of fucking course i love you? You’ve been my friend forever, you’ve been the one here for me when no one else was.”

They step closer to you. “Don’t tell me that i’m not in love with you when i have spent years distracting myself with other people just so i wouldn’t have to face the fact that you didn’t like me back.”

“Jordan-“

“No just listen okay?”

You nod.

“I’ve never loved anyone like i love you, and i don’t know what the science is behind the”They gesture to your chest and then to the floor where the bloodied flowers lay, “but you’ve got to believe me ___. Ever since my mom forced me to play at the park with you. Ever since you yelled at my dad for being an asshole.” Their last comment made you both laugh a little, recalling the memory.

You wanted to believe them so bad, but why were the flowers there in the first place? if they loved you so much, why were the flowers growing.

“but if you loved me so much, why did you sleep with all those other people? why did you kiss marie?” Your voice small as it was your turn to step closer to them.

“I would rather have you as a friend than not have you at all” They say, mimicking your words from earlier. “I didn’t know how to tell you, so i resorted to distractions”

You study their face, searching for any hint of insincerity you suppose.

You also take this moment to observe how close you are to them, and how your chest and lungs feel lighter.

But this can’t be? Sure you didn’t do extensive research to your disease, but every time you seen something about it; it said it was fatal. So why don’t you feel like you’re being played? like you’re going to throw flowers up at any given moment? You feel your eyes start to water, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed.

“__?” Jordan said softly, grabbing ahold of your arms to pull you in closer to them. “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m scared. I want to believe you, half of me does believe you; but i’m just scared. All of the little research ive done said this is fatal, i don’t want to die now that i know you like me too?” the tears in your eyes made Jordan want to figure out how to get these stupid flowers out of you themselves.

Jordan wipes at your tears and wraps you in a hug, kissing you on your forehead. “If it is fatal, i’ll spend every last second making up for the years lost.”

You half sob half laugh into their embrace. “Were you always this cheesy Li?”

“just for you”

“oh my god” You laugh and sniffle, pulling out of their arms to face them.

“I really do love you.” They smile.

“I really believe you now.” You smile back.

You felt how you imagined every main character in a cheesy romcom felt as you realized you were about to kiss.

The kiss lasted no longer than 10 seconds before you pulled away to cough. You coughed out what you felt was one of your lungs. Instead it was a bloodied small stem, with a couple different petals around it.

“Is that a.. stem?” Jordan wipes your mouth with the same sleeve, eyes bouncing between you and the floor.

“my chest feels so light? Like it almost feels normal?”

“Did we just have a fucking sleeping beauty moment?” Jordan asks making you laugh in disbelief. “I want to say no?”

“Okay we will get you to the doctors tomorrow, but right now i want to take my girlfriend to my dorm.”

“Girlfriend?”

“If you’ll let me be your partner?”

“of course i would, wouldn’t go through four months of dying every time you were nice to me just to say no!” you tease with a smile.

“well i think we should kiss again just to make sure your lungs are really clear.”

“Dude, my mouth is still bloody. If you let me go brush my teeth 3 times, we can kiss till we are positive my lungs are clear.

“Okay well go freshman? don’t see any point of waiting around in this storage closet. Come on!” They usher you out with a sly smile on their face.

You didn’t think this is how this was going to end. You never expected to find out that the person you’re in love with shares the same feelings, and you definitely didn’t expect that all it would take to save your life is a little bit of communication.

//—//—//—//—//—//————————//

I hope u guys enjoyed this LOLL it took me so long but i locked in and finished it in like 3 hours😭

i didn’t proof read don’t kill me

but i still hope you enjoyed it and if you’re an maladaptive daydreamer like me, i hope this gave you fuel for scenario 😚😚

#jordan li #jordan li x reader #genv #jordan li x you #jordan li imagine #starwrites🤩

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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I shouldn't love you, yet here we are (Joel Miller x reader) – part 3

Summary: Joel jumps in to fix your lock, but a drunken kiss makes everything more awkward between you.

Note: This is another short one. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

part 2 / part 4

The plan was to call someone to fix the damn lock on your door, but when you called your dad for a recommendation in your half-drunk state, Joel was there and he was quick to offer his help. At first you refused to accept it, saying he should relax in the company of a beer at your parents’ place, or maybe he should spend some time with Sarah. But then he reminded you that his daughter was now too old to just hang out with him on a Saturday night, especially when she could just as well go out with her friends to some girl’s party.

“You seriously shouldn’t have come, I could have just hired someone to do it,” you told him for the third time since he had arrived half an hour ago. “I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“Sweetheart, you give me a coffee and we’re even. I’ll always help if you need it,” he said with a smile.

You sat on the floor not far from him with a bottle of water in your hand, hydrating to avoid being hungover the next morning. You drank a lot in a very short amount of time, taking shot after shot to forget about Tommy. Because it was painful to be rejected, you also hated that your relationship was now ruled by awkward silences instead of the sweet nothings that filled your conversations before.

Being in the company of Joel only made things worse. You were reminded of his brother whenever your eyes fell on him, and it didn’t help that something had definitely changed about the way he acted around you. He was a lot warmer, nicer, and you couldn’t understand what was going on with him. But it reminded you of the way you had been with Tommy until last week, so you wished he kept his distance like he used to.

“You’re awfully quiet over there,” he noted when he turned his head to look at you.

“I’m drunk.”

But Joel only shook his head at this as he packed up his tools and closed the front door. “It’s not my first time seeing you drunk, but this is different. What’s wrong?” You remained silent, for some reason believing that he wouldn’t keep asking if you refused to answer. But you were wrong, because he said, “Still sad about Tommy?”

You watched him while you took a sip of water, thinking about what to say to him. A part of you warned you to keep your feelings to yourself, but another part wanted to tell him everything, even things you wouldn’t tell your family. After taking a deep breath, you leaned back to look at the ceiling.

“I really thought it could work out between us,” you admitted.

“Listen–”

But you immediately raised your hand to stop him. “It’s not your fault, Joel. You tried to help me, everything else was Tommy’s choice.”

“My intention was to help avoid the heartbreak, but look at you now. It is my fault, sweetheart, and I’m so sorry,” he said as he crawled over to you on his hands and knees.

Maybe alcohol gave you the ability to notice things you wouldn’t see when you’re sober, because you noticed the longing look in his eyes as he watched you. This was that strange thing you hadn’t been able to decode before. When did this happen? You tried to pinpoint the first time he looked at you like this, but you couldn’t figure out the answer.

You were drunk enough to be stupid, to act on your instincts and lean forward to be only inches away from his face. He gulped when he realized what you were doing, visibly nervous that you would do something dumb.

“Let’s get you a cup of coffee,” he told you hoarsely.

“Why? I'm fine,” you told him, your fingers slowly inching closer and closer to his face, but he grabbed your wrist before you could touch him.

“Stop,” he warned you, although you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. “You don’t wanna do something you would regret later, believe me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this as you pulled back your hand. “I shouldn’t use the first man I stumble upon as a rebound, right? Look, I’m sorry, I’m drunk and stupid right now.”

“So we’re being honest with each other right now?” he suddenly asked, surprising you. You nodded and waited for him to explain why he asked this. “I resisted the urge to make a move on you years ago. I know you were trying to get my attention, but I respect your father, and I didn't want to screw things up. But seeing you with Tommy lately? It was hell, sweetheart. Knowing he could have you reminded me of my old feelings for you.”

It was hard to say anything. There were just way too many things to bring up after his confession, so much that you simply couldn’t decide what to begin with. You could have been together, you might still be together if you weren’t cowards back then. But maybe it wasn’t too late to try, maybe things happened like this with Tommy for a reason.

Yes, maybe the universe was trying to tell you something.

Before you could chicken out, you moved forward to kiss him, and at first he didn’t hesitate to return it. You both got lost in the sensation with Joel grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep you close, seemingly in no rush to breathe.

But then he abruptly pulled away and cursed under his breath, all while you were trying to process what you’d just done. You haven’t even gotten over Tommy’s rejection, why on Earth did you think this would be a good idea? It did feel good, and you were already missing his touch, but–

“I should go now,” he said as he stood up.

You desperately reached after his hand, pulling him back before he could begin to pick up his things. “Joel, I–” you tried weakly, ready to apologize and explain that your thoughts were bouncing around and you didn’t know what you were doing.

“This can’t happen again, okay?”

“I’m so sorry, I’m just very, very confused now, and I was just following my instincts,” you explained quickly.

“Yeah, I know that feeling. But you’re drunk, I can’t let you do something stupid.”

You remained silent for a while after this, thinking about what to say. Then, after carefully choosing your words, you said, “And what if I want to do something stupid even when I’m sober?”

Joel let out a long sigh as he thought about what you’d just told him. You didn’t know what was going through his head, but it didn’t really matter as you weren’t sure about anything either. Did you really want to go down this rabbit hole and chase a relationship with him? Would it be a good idea?

“Listen, only last week you were all over my brother, I don’t want to be the backup plan,” he told you. It was understandable, you wouldn’t like to be the second best option either. “Maybe someday we cou–What’s this buzzing sound?”

Looking behind your back, you were quick to notice the phone on the coffee table moving around. “Shit, it’s my work phone. Just a second,” you said as you tried to jump to your feet.

It was your boss. With a long sigh, you answered the phone and listened carefully to the person on the other end of the line. You kept nodding to yourself, then went to grab a pen and paper to take some notes. You ended the call with a promise to join a conference call an hour later, then put down the device and turned back to Joel.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“What the hell did they want at this time on a Saturday?” he asked you with furrowed brows after standing up.

“The CEO just checked a document we wrote and she wants changes ASAP,” you explained while you drank some more water. “That’s how it goes with her.”

Joel walked over to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “You’re drunk, sweetheart, maybe you shouldn’t work now. You can’t focus on one thing at the time apparently,” he added with a smile, referring to the way you’d been acting since he arrived.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to piss anyone off by slacking, and this job pays too well to lose it. At least it will avert my thoughts from–”

“Tommy?”

“You,” you corrected him before biting on your lower lip.

After drawing in a sharp breath, Joel nodded and pulled back his hand. He seemed hesitant to leave, while you were sure you didn’t want him to go. The thought of him being there with you was comforting, as if nothing bad could ever happen to you when he was around. But deep down you both knew you needed time on your own to think about what happened.

It was Joel who broke the silence by clearing his throat and saying, “I’ll go now. Sarah is spending tomorrow with her mother, so if… You know, if you want to talk, I’m available.”

You nodded and watched as he picked up his tools and left. You sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. How could you be such a stupid, pathetic idiot?

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou

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mythica0 · 1 year

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Smile~

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo has been grumpy and serious since the incident. Donnie misses his twin, and decides to use his own tactics against him.

A/N: WOOHOO IM ACTUALLY WRITING! to all the people who have given me requests, I am SO sorry but I just can’t do it. Everytime I try I get all blocked up. I’m probably gonna end up clearing out my inbox, and again I am SO SORRY you never got your stories! But, moving past this long ass A/N, enjoy! (P.S this is post-movie!)

TW: a swear.(also, I shouldn’t even have to say this and I won’t all the time but just in case-THIS IS ALL BROTHERLY LOVE. TC*ST CAN FUCK OFF. YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE.)

Smile~

Leo was the leader now. It was… weird, to say the least.

After the whole…incident, Leo started taking his role as leader much more seriously. Too seriously.

“That’s great!” You say, “it means he’s doing his job!”

How wrong you are, reader. I mean, he is doing his job, but that’s not what the problem is here.

Leo stopped being himself.

No more jokes, no more one-liners, no more dramatic flare, no more face man. It was all gone.

Leo stopped being fun to hang out with, and as much as Donnie pretended to hate his little twin’s personality…. He missed it.

He missed seeing Leo smile at his own dum-dum jokes. He missed hearing his twins laugh.

He was going to do something about it. What? Well, that’s easy. Remember all those times where Leo would tickle Donnie to make him smile, saying such things as “you need to smile more!” Well…. Donnie thinks it’s time for Leo to receive the same treatment.

The slider was in his room, training, and, although he wouldn’t tell anyone, sulking.

He felt so bad. About everything. About the Kraang, about his family getting hurt, about life.

Just as he swung another punch at the make-shift punching bag he made out of scrap paper and a pillow case, he heard a knock on his bedroom/subway cart door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Donnie. Can I come in?”

Leo shrugged, although he knew DonTon couldn’t see it. “I don’t see why not.”

The door to his room slid open, light from the main area spilling in to the dully-lit room.

Leo stopped training and sat on his floor, sinking down slowly to the ground off the side of his bed and patting the area next to him, asking, “So, what did you need, Don?” As Donnie came and sat down.

“I just wanted to talk to you, Nardo.” Donnie said in an emotional tone.

Leo’s non-existent brows shot up in surprise. “Uh, why? Did I do something wrong?” Leo responded, completely serious and worried that he might’ve messed up despite his efforts.

“No, not really, but that. That right there, is the problem.”

“I- I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mea-“

“This!” Donnie cut Leo off, standing up and gesturing at his twin. “This whole serious and grumpiness you’ve gained!” Donnie’s voice quieted and lost intensity as he continued, voice starting to break with held-back tears.

“I miss you, Leo. I don’t want to talk to this fake version of yourself, I want to talk to you.”

The softshell took a deep breath, changing his tone almost immediately, not giving Leo a chance to respond. (Not that he would’ve been able to anyway. He was kind of speechless.)

“And I figured out a way to fix that.” Donnie grabbed Leo’s hand and pulled him up off the floor, all but tossing him onto the bed and straddling him.

Leo gave noises of confusion the whole time, sputtering slightly, finally spitting out a “wh-what?” As he was pinned.

Donnie quickly gained a smirk and teasing tone as he looked down on his pinned twin. “Oh it’s nothing, Nardo~. I do have one word for you though~.”

Leo’s eyes grew slightly panicked. “Wh-what is it?” He stammered out.

“Smile~” Donnie finished with a sing-song, starting to scratch lightly as his brothers ribs and sides.

Leo didn’t fight him off, thankfully. Physically or mentally, as he burst into giggles immediately.

“Wahahahait-Dohohon- nohohoho!”

Leo’s laughter was music to the softshell’s ears, oh how he had missed the sound.

“Yehes~.” He chuckled out, infected by Leo’s contagious laughter.

“Whihihy ahare yohou dohihing thihihis!” Leo protested, although he didn’t seem to be trying all that hard to get away.

“Simple. I wanted to see you smile. It has been far to long! And you constantly tell me to smile more, how hypocritical.” Donnie spoke dramatically, shaking his head and making ‘tsk’ing sounds.

He pulled up Nardo’s arms with his battle shell, leaving the slider open to ‘attack’. Then Donnie quickly dug his fingers under Leo’s arms, causing him to shout out in much louder cackles, “HEHEY- wahahahit NoHOT THeherE!”

“Oh~ would you rather I do this~?” Donnie gave no further clarification before moving his head down and blowing the biggest raspberry he could muster right into the center of Leo’s plastron, after which he started nibbling the same area.

Leo absolutely screamed. “NOHOHO- DOHOHONNIEE! STAHAHAHAP!” He shouted, although he wasn’t really all that serious about it. He didn’t really mind being wrecked to pieces, which is exactly what was happening.

But-‘holy mother of god that tickles so fucking bad!’ Was the only though running through Leo’s head. Of course he was going to protest.

“Hmm~ Let me think about it~ ,” he started in fake pondering, finishing with a deadpan, “No.” that sent Leo into further laughter.

Donnie smiled genuinely. He missed this so much. Not just the tickling, no, but Leo being, well, Leo.

He missed seeing his twin so happy, so full of smiles and laughs. He missed the playful back and forth moments the two shared.

All he was waiting for was for Leo to make some sort of stupid or snarky remark. That’s all he needed to complete his mission.

Donnie returned to nibbling at Leo’s tummy area, at the same time digging into his ribs.

Leo had stopped responding, for the most part. He just lie there and laugh. And laugh. And then laugh some more. All with a wide grin and closed shut eyes.

Once Donnie realized that Leo was probably laughing too much to give a flippant remark right now, he slowed down his pace to just light tracing over his plastron and sides.

Leo’s loud cackles dissolved into giggles once more, still giggling but taking in as much oxygen as he could.

“You done yet~” Donnie teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Yehehah. Jeheheez Dohon, whahat pohossehessed yohou toho doho thahat?”

Aaand- there it was! The remark we were looking for! Hurrah.

Donnie just smiled and stopped his tracing, allowing Leo to let out leftover laughter and wipe the forming happy tears from his eyes.

“I wanted to see you smile. And laugh. And just - be you. I haven’t seen it in forever, it’s good to have you back. I missed you, Y’know.”

Donnie’s smile had dropped as he gained a more serious tone.

Leo smirked his infamous smirk at that. “Well, well, well~ who needs to smile now~”

“Wait- Leo- No!”

“C’mere Donnie! Smile~!”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #ler!donnie

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simp999 · 1 year

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A New Home Ch. 11

Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.2k

Back to the start! Previous Next

"OH MY COD, YOU TWO KNOW EACHOTHER?!"

You're quick to wave your hands dismissively, attempting to cut Leo off before he can assume anything.

"We only sometimes see each other when watching battles, is all. Don't get too hyped."

You can see how Leo's mood immediately dropped, maybe he wanted to use this as a chance to get closer to Rider? He is a lot of people’s idol. You assume that that's going to be the end of that, but you assumed wrong. Thanks to his character development, Rider's a tad more friendly than he was at the beginning of the series. What a pain.

Rider notices the way Leo got all mopey, and he can recognize a fan from a mile away.

"If you care all that much, did you want an autograph or something?"

Milo and Leo jump at the idea and almost out of their seats, but you grab their shirts, forcibly sitting them back down.

"Battle's not over, you idiots."

They're giddy in their seats, excited for it to be over. You side eye Leo.

'Seriously? You'd rather miss out on Skull's battle for an autograph?'

It didn't take long for Goggles to lose his footing, and manages to strike Skull with a shot from his inkzooka midair. Without a moment to spare, Leo and Milo shoot up from their seats. You had no excuse to stop them this time, so you and Tasha slowly followed behind them. The rest of the Yellow-Green team were watching the battle too, apparently, which led to Tasha and Bamboo chatting. With very few words, of course, given their personalities, but it seemed they were getting along. Not as an idol-fan type of relation, but more as acquaintances. It's good to see Tasha find someone who she may get along with. You stood near the back of the group, still trying to avoid everyone, but someone else decided to slow his pace to match yours. You don’t think too much of it, he is known to be shy. Maybe he just wanted to avoid the group, too.

“Hey! Um, I just wanted to say that I, uh, respect your level of skill. You’re really good with your weapon!”

You look over at him, Stealth, but he’s looking away. You catch the way he plays with his fingers nervously, it must have taken a bit out of him to speak up. You focus back on what’s in front of you, not wanting to bump into the others.

“Well thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate it.”

He stops walking for a second, surprised at the nickname. You snicker to yourself when he can no longer see your face from behind. He catches back up to you, he quickly tries to organise his thoughts.

“I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, my name’s Stealth!”

“Yeah, I know.”

You both keep walking without a word being discussed. It takes a bit of effort to keep your laugh in, but it’s worth it to see his face slowly become an even darker shade of green.

‘Oh yeah, I guess people would blush a different color here? Depends on their main ink color I suppose. Did he always have freckles? That’s cute.’

Stealth decides that he wouldn’t be able to take another nickname, so he does a quick little jog to catch up to the rest of the group. Rider notices his teammate and takes a quick look back at you, who’s looking away, pretending to be innocent.

‘A bit of banter can’t hurt, right? It’s not like this’ll change a big part of the story or something.’

Finally you make your way over to the centre of the Plaza, where Leo and Milo are already posing next to Rider.

An inkling with dark blue ink runs up to Leo and gasps, then quickly turns his head towards Rider.

“YOU MADE FRIENDS?!”

“Shut up! We’re in the middle of the plaza, idiot!”

Hm. He doesn’t deny it right off the bat, but his mind seems to be preoccupied with getting attention off of him, thanks to everyone in the vicinity being curious at the loud shout. Leo saves you, just saying that your team are just big fans.

'Hey, wait! Leo, you dork, don’t get me involved!'

You don’t clearly remember what happens after this battle, but it hits you when you spot a wide variety of ink colored cephalopods walking your way. Crap, this is when they all have curry together.

'How can I get out of here? I can’t just say I gotta go fold the dishes or something, they wouldn’t get my humour and Milo would definitely just laugh it off and encourage me to ‘step out of my comfort zone for a bit’. Hey, I could just play it off like that! Yeah, I just get nervous around my ‘idols’ is all. Yeah, perfect.'

You look around nervously at how many people were here. Usually this many people would make you a little nervous, but you know all of these characters too well, almost like old friends, in a way. You decide to spend this time taking mental notes on how these characters are out of battle.

You slowly make your way behind Milo, who managed to sneak his way over to Army and talk about whatever Army cared about. Which ended up being curry of course, which is what lead to everyone eating curry.

'Oh, being here changed the interactions, but not the end result. Odd.'

Milo realises that you made your way behind him and being the sweet other brother type that he is, he shields you from the group. When Army turns to berate Aloha for being too much of a party animal for a second, Milo assures you that he doesn't want you to be too uncomfortable, but that you should step out of your comfort zone and try to make some friends. He knows that you're a fan sorta, so he wants to encourage that, too.

'Milo, I love you and you're the sweetest person I know but not now! Not like this, don't make me interact with these people!'

Milo gently encourages you to move out from behind him, and you let your nervousness show by playing with the hem of your top, and only taking quick glances at the others at most, not letting your attention linger too much. This paint on the sidewalk is much more interesting than the S4 right now. You consider if having curry right now or eating supper later would be better, but you see that the rest of your teammates already had their share and won’t want supper tonight. Also, it’s free. Can’t pass up free food.

You make yourself a plate, finally getting closer to the group. Physically. You haven’t warmed up to them just yet.

Next Part

May.2.23

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sanisse · 2 years

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hi can I request for Erestor please?—So excited! Just some cute fluffy smut with him after he let's say went to the war with Elrond and returns he safely. The reader has so worried because it has been centuries since he had picked up a sword again— since he had swapped his sword for books.

Pleaee and thanking you - @eunoiaastralwings

Erestor is SO underrated IMO. Thank you for the request!!! I hope you enjoy~

Spice Level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶 🌶(ghost pepper hot but like in a fluffy way)

Pairing: Erestor/fem!Reader.

Warnings/tags: penetrative sex, blowjobs, reader on top, marking, possessive behavior, dominant Erestor because I can’t help myself.

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Homecoming | Erestor x Reader - fluff & smut

The second you and Erestor make it back to your room, you kick the door shut and reach for the laces of his shirt. He isn’t badly injured; you know he isn’t badly injured. He visited Elrond’s healing halls the moment he returned and you know Elrond wouldn’t have let him leave if something was seriously wrong. Still, you haven’t been able to stop worrying about him ever since he left to fight the goblins in the mountains. Erestor is a capable warrior. You know that. But it has been so long since Elrond has needed to call upon that particular skill. Erestor preferred his books and maps.

Erestor exhales a laugh through his nose and catches your fingers.

“Did you miss me so dearly?“

“I want to see you,” you hiss back, wrenching your fingers free and yanking the front laces of his shirt open, then tugging it over his head.

Immediately, you run your hand over his chest. The sunlight streaming in from the window warms his skin to the color of gold. He’s littered with bruises, and there is some wound that Elrond has bandaged around his stomach, a compress pressed against it.

He sucks in a sharp breath as you run your fingers lightly over a purple bruise, then trace down to the cotton wrapping.

“It is only a minor surface cut,” he promises. “It happened early. Elrond did not even need to stitch it.”

Your eyes fill with tears. You’re not sure if it’s relief or catharsis or pain. Gingerly, you wrap your arms around him and press your forehead to his.

“I am well,” he murmurs. “I am whole. There is no need to fret over me.”

“I was so worried,” you choke out.

“Did I not promise you that I would return? Goblins are merely goblins.” There is no irritation in his tone, only a fondness and perhaps a hint of that whipcrack derisiveness.

“Goblins still wield poisoned knives,” you say back. “And you are not invincible.”

“Clearly.”

His mouth his bruised, too. Likely from some kind of blow to his face. You trace his lips with the pad of your thumb and then kiss him.

He winds his arm around your waist, pulling you up against him, and deepens the kiss of his own accord. His tongue darts over your bottom lip, insistent, and without thinking you sigh and part for him. He smells like the healing halls: of eucalyptus and vaguely of antiseptic, and of green growing things and sunlight. It’s a change from his ink-stained fingers and parchment and myrrh, and you find it pleasant.

His hand slides into your hair and gives it the slightest tug, then he reaches around and takes a handful of your ass and squeezes. You gasp, hit a cold rush of clarity, and press a hand to his chest.

“We shouldn’t,” you say. Still, you kiss him.

He breaks away and nips at your jaw. “Why ever not?”

“You’re hurt,” you protest.

“Hardly,” he hums against your pulse. “I am in no danger from you.” Another nip that makes your head light. “If,” he teases, “You can be gentle with me.”

You pull back enough to give him a dry look. “We both know I am fully capable of that. You, on the other hand—“

“I will be very responsible,” he promises with a laugh. “Elrond will scold me if I undo all his hard work.” He dips down to kiss you again, more chastely this time.

You can’t deny that you have missed him. Missed this. Missed the way your body slots so perfectly against his. Missed the way he kisses you, imperious and self-assured.

You crowd a little into his space until Erestor takes the hint and walks back until his knees hit the back of the bed and he sits, pulling you on top of him. You take his face in your hands, kiss his mouth, then dip to kiss each bruise you can find, each little mostly-healed cut. Erestor lets out a pleased sigh and strokes the curve of your side, one hand curling around your hip, pulling, rocking you until the two of you knock together and you can feel that he’s already half hard.

You moan. Erestor makes a strangled, compressed little noise.

“Were you thinking of me?” You whisper, tracing your hands down to his trouser laces, yanking them open, and slipping inside to wrap your hand around him.

Erestor hisses and bucks up into your hand, hardening further still.

“I never stop thinking of you.”

You lean down to crash your mouth against his. Erestor nips, pushes his tongue inside your mouth while you stroke him, gathering up some of the moisture that’s begun to bead at his tip and working it down.

Erestor works over your jaw again, down your neck, sucks at it hard enough to make it bruise and squeezes your breast. You arch up into the touch. His mouth trails a little lower. He sucks another bruise, then lower still— you yelp when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.

“It’s getting too warm outside for me to wear high collars,” you complain. It’s half hearted.

Erestor soothes the bite with the flat of his tongue and says unapologetically: “A pity. I suppose all of Imladris will just have to know who you belong to.”

It makes heat pool between your legs. Erestor hikes up your skirt and slips his hand under it, and chuckles in approval. “It doesn’t seem as if you mind.”

You don’t. You love it when he marks you. Love looking at the bruises in the mirror afterward. Erestor pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp and pitch forward, letting go of his cock to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Please,” you murmur.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, Erestor. I’ve missed you so much.”

Erestor guides your hips, lines himself up, and lets you sink onto him.

You take him in one fluid motion. Your body sucks and grips at his cock. He makes a soft sound, almost a moan— not quite. Erestor reaches around you to unlace the back of your dress and push it down your shoulder, surges down to close his mouth around one of your nipples and suck so hard you see stars.

He feels so good, so deep, easy to take with how soaked you are. You roll your hips, bracing your hands on his shoulders, and begin to fuck him.

It’s a rare thing that he doesn’t just grab a handful of your ass and drive up into you. Instead, he lets you slide out, sink back down, take your pleasure from him as he takes his own, sucking first at one breast and then the other, licking a line up your throat and sinking his teeth into your neck again. It makes you cry out. He chuckles darkly against your skin.

“I love the sounds you make. How I’ve missed them.”

You mewl and push yourself down onto him. The drag is slow, exquisite. The pressure already coils at the base of your spine.

That is how you fuck him: in languid twists of your hips that wrench little gasps from him despite himself. The room starts to smell like sex, your head feels light, you’re so close—

Erestor grabs you, pulling you up against his chest, fingers lacing in your hair with the slightest tug. He leans in to command in your ear: “Come. Now.”

You mewl and fall apart, shuddering, leaking all over his cock. Erestor stays still, makes you work for it, lets you take it for yourself.

You love him, you love him, you love him.

There are tears in your eyes when next you crash down to earth.

Erestor wipes them for you, touch gentle— a sharp contrast to all the bruises blooming on your neck.

You sniffle and press your forehead to his again, sucking in the air in the negative space between you and him.

“I was so frightened for you,” you say again.

“I am right here,” he reassures. “I am home.”

He’s still hard inside you. You slide off with a wet pop and sink to your knees on the floor, then dive on to take him in your mouth as deep as he’ll go.

Erestor rumbles a growl, winding his hand in your hair. You look up at him with a triumphant smile— it’s rare that you can draw that sort of noise out of him.

You hollow your cheeks and suck. Erestor bucks up, shivers, and comes right down your throat with a wrecked noise and a torrent of Sindarin expletives.

You swallow around him, then pull back and suck lightly on the tip until he pulls you off.

Your grin is wolfish as you look up at him and say, “Welcome home.”

#spicy #erestor x reader #Erestor imagine #Erestor x you #Erestor

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binglesbanglesbabies · 2 years

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Hysterectomy, PCOS, Hashimotos, etc

Before things get too far ahead of me, I thought I needed to take the time to sit down and write out this post.

First of all: for anyone who is currently considering hysterectomy out there, or has been told they need one for one reproductive problem or another, and is searching the internet desperately for the ‘what ifs’ and ‘outcomes’, let me just say this: breathe.

I know, not all cases are going to be like mine, but I want to go ahead and put my experience out there, and it’s ALL GOOD, so if you’re desperately looking for some GOOD NEWS, you found it.

Background: I have Hashimotos and PCOS, which causes a veritable STORM of problems in my body. Symptoms galore. The worst was when my period decided it was going to keep coming back every other week and it made me anemic. (low red cell count, low iron, all the fun stuff). I was MISERABLE. Combined with my various OTHER symptoms from both issues (high blood pressure, liver and kidney problems, mood problems, sleep problems, headaches, etc etc) my PCP (that’s primary care physician) finally looked at me months after trying to wrangle the anemia in line and it just kept getting worse, and said: “With everything that’s wrong with you, have you ever considered hysterectomy?” with a cringe. I nearly leapt across the room in tears to hug him. I’d been trying for almost three years to find someone to do that for me after already losing one ovary to a cyst that grew to 10 centimeters (yeah, you read that right).

So, long story short, PCP was able to give me a referral to a different OB/GYN who was willing to work with me despite my ‘young age/lack of children, yada yada yada’, and I will NEVER be more grateful, let me tell you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I got the usual ‘cautionary tale’ from the OB/GYN, as per usual (Oh, you’re going to go into premature menopause, and you’re going to lose all sex drive, and blah blah blah) and I was just like: Sir, I would like to stop bleeding my life away, who gives a fuck. I don’t have ANY sex drive at present, because I’m too god-damned tired and out of breath to even walk from one end of the house to the other because of the anemia, and my body is so fucked up from the hormonal imbalances caused by my OTHER hormonal issues, I wouldn’t even know. Hot flashes? Have those. Mood swings? Have those too. Give me a break. Besides all that, I’m Ace, have no S/O, and take care of my disabled mother. I don’t want children, don’t have TIME for children, ain’t interested in pleasing anybody but myself, and if I’m not interested in a night with my ‘special toy box’ well then that’s all right with me.

After a brief fight with the insurance (which didn’t want to pay for my surgery OF COURSE), I got my hysterectomy.

IMMEDIATELY after surgery, I noticed a HUGE change. I’m talking the MOMENT I woke up.

This body had been in PAIN. NON-STOP. And I didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until my uterus and remaining ovary were gone, and the pain of surgery was so MINIMAL compared to the pain I had experienced BEFORE surgery, that I could have DANCED out of that damned hospital if they didn’t have me hooked up to more devices than I even want to name. The nurses couldn’t believe that I didn’t want pain meds, but I seriously DID NOT FEEL A THING. In fact, it wasn’t until about 3-4 days AFTER surgery, that the surgery pain finally faded, and I realized I HAD IN FACT been in pain after surgery, but it was SO FREAKING MINIMAL, that I hadn’t noticed.

Let me tell you something I would NEVER go back to that pain, I don’t care what anyone offered me, I would rather die.

My mood lifted (of coursee it did, I wasn’t in crippling pain all the time anymore), I’ve had less headaches, sleep is still sketchy, but my blood pressure improved (again, less pain will do that) even my Hashimotos briefly improved. (I say briefly because Hashimotos is a tricky bitch and nothing ever lasts with it..) My red cell count has finally stabilized, though almost six months later we’re still waiting on the iron to catch up.

Physically, my freakin’ BODY changed. I mean SWELLING went down all OVER my body. Puffiness from my face, limbs, tummy, all of it. It wasn’t THAT drastic, but there’s a difference enough that people ask if I’ve lost weight and tell me I look SO much better.

Not to make too much of a point on it, but yes, even the swelling of my vulva and labia went down, which shocked the hell out of me. My clit reappeared, go figure. And that ‘sex drive’ I was supposed to lose? Um, Hell No. I think she took a U-turn and came back to see what was new.

And for those that are wondering: yes, I do achieve orgasm still. Yes, I do achieve orgasm faster and easier. My ‘G-spot’ is extra-sensitive now, and there is now no pain associated with penetration. The main difference that I’ve found in the six months post-hysterectomy, is that if you like those deep, cervical orgasms, you will unfortunately lose those if you have your cervix removed. I did, because cancer runs in my family. And it seems not a moment too soon, because fibroids, calcified cysts, all that fun stuff were part of the lab findings. Could it have been a non-issue? Certainly. Could it have turned nasty with everything that’s wrong with me? Absolutely. I’d already been warned I was at high risk for Endometriosis.

Also, so far: I’m not on hormone replacement therapy. My doctors are playing it by ear. We don’t want to send my body into another panic spiral while it’s still finding a new balance, so in another month or two, we do more tests, see where I’m at and discuss.

Now for the: ‘but all these articles say’ portion of our blog. I know. I read those. But as someone else pointed out: Almost all those articles were written by men. All the nay-sayers ARE MEN. Why do you think that is? What the FUCK do they even know about women’s health anyway? Are they female? Do they HAVE the REPRODUCTIVE MATERIAL NECESSARY to make judgements on whether or not hysterectomy is beneficial to women in my position or not? NO.

So, for ME, hysterectomy was VASTLY beneficial. I don’t have a single CLUE how I survived for all those years without it. I know I was miserable. I didn’t know HOW MUCH, but now that I do, there is no way in hell I would ever make a different decision than the one I did, and I am SO HAPPY that I finally got this done.

#hashimotos #hashimotosthyroiditis #pcos #pcoswarrior #hysterectomy #pcosproblems #hysterectomyandpcos #ovariancyst #laproscopy #vaginalhysterectomy #menopause #hormones #hypothyroid #consideringhysterectomy #fibroids #endometriosis #cysts

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Seven Snippet Sunday

it’s monday afternoon but I wouldn’t worry about that. tagged by @bumblerhizal-art, tagging @guzmascanary, @cryptidpiers, & anyone else who wants to do this. taken from various in-progress pokemon fics

1) I Just Wanted To Illustrate A Headcanon About Possession And Delayed Amnesia And Now I’m Researching Folk Medicine, How Did I End Up Here

You turn your attention to the hearth where you’ve left a soup broth bubbling for your guest; kelp and dried fish, something simple and nourishing that he should be able to keep down even if his stomach isn’t cooperating. You leave it be and go about preparing an herbal tea to soothe his fever as well as any pain he might be in. Lady Sneasler sniffs the curling steam and recoils, giving you an offended look that can most politely be interpreted as You're not seriously feeding him that, are you?

"Oh, pardon me, I didn't realize you’d become an expert in herbal remedies. I've seen you eat Stunky carrion, My Lady, don't go acting like you have some kind of refined palate." Lady Sneasler gives a mollified sniff and stations herself at the head of the stranger’s cot.

2) Fun Times With Outsider POVs

You're about 6 inches from the door when someone calls out "Excuse me!" You turn to see a shy-looking girl jump up from the bench and follow you to the door. Your immediate impression of this girl is paaale, from her flax-colored hair to her all-white outfit to her suspiciously pristine shoes.

"You were able to beat the gym leader, right?" She points at the Cerulean gym badge pinned to the strap of your bag. "That means you're strong, right?"

"Sure, I guess so." You shrug. It's only your second badge so far, but if she wants to flatter you, you're not going to stop her.

"Then would you mind having a battle with me? I need more practice." The girl enunciates very carefully, and speaks with a noticeable accent. Probably foreign, then.

3) Lunch Time With Selene And The Champion Of Alola

"It's some bullshit that Goli can't learn U-Turn, though," he grumbles. "Fuckin' obscene is what it is."

"You gonna do League Regulation about it?" You half-tease. You take the basket and start helping yourself to the fried squash. "You're the law until I feel like taking my title back, and all. 'Can he get all the paperwork processed before being ultimately dethroned?' Think of the new layer of challenge that would add--"

"Shaddup, brat." He yanks the basket away and starts rooting around for any onion pieces you've left behind. "Pretty sure it don't work like that. You can't exactly regulate a Goldeen into bein' able to use Fire Punch, you dig?"

"You can if you're not a weenie!" Guzma beans a piece of eggplant off your forehead. "Fi-i-i-ine, but does Kukui know you know that?"

There is a moment of thoughtful silence before a wicked grin spreads across his face. "I think I'm gonna have to give the Professor a call after this."

4) The Existential Implications of Parasect

There might be Parasect in Galar somewhere, but if there are, they wouldn’t be anywhere near Spikemuth. So this is the first chance you’ve ever had to get familiar with one. You're struck suddenly by its eyes; what you’d taken from a distance to be cataracts is actually a film of fuzzy, fibrous growth that completely covers the creature’s eyestalks. managing the family grocery budget and making sure there was always good food in the house, recoils in horror. Mold! That’s mold, you idiot! You shut it right up. It’s not a strawberry that’s gone past its sell-by date, it’s a pokemon, and it belongs to your very good friend. Even if it is a creepy little thing.

“Cute, ain’t he?” Guzma sighs, touching his cheek to yours.

5) Real Cahoots Will Change Your Life

It is far from a secret that the two of you came from another time and place, but there are many aspects of that experience that you simply do not refer to in mixed company. In some cases your shared status as outsiders allows others to overlook social missteps, and in others, it is an excuse to look at them twice as hard. There are feelings you don't acknowledge, opinions you do not voice, because doing so in mixed company would serve no purpose but to emphasize that you are not truly one of them. The atmosphere it creates is as oppressive as a hand on your throat. And for the two of you, strangers in a strange land, mixed company is thus far the only kind you've had.

That, you suppose, is why you said yes. It is a kind of loneliness that cuts straight to the bone, and persists even as you find yourself surrounded by people.

6) I’m Pretty Sure This Is How Everyone Reacts To Seeing Leon For The First Time

The guy’s about Kukui’s height with a pretty similar build, but where Kukui is attractive in a relatively ordinary way, this guy is—there’s no other word for it—boy band pretty, with miles of shiny purple hair and absurdly sparkly gold eyes. He looks like a Disney princess and he’s wearing lime green running shorts and an awful tacky souvenir tee-shirt that reads Hulbury Aquarium over its stretched-out decal in giant orange letters. What the fucking fuck.

You know you’ve been staring too long when he clears his throat and asks “Are you alright?” His brows are creased slightly with concern. Fuck, those eyes. How are they so expressive? You force your jaw shut and try to come up with something non-obnoxious to say.

“Yeah, m’fine.” You are not fine, you’ve got twigs in your hair, dirt all down your front—that shirt was white, fuck your hot life—the pokemon you wanted to catch is long gone, and you’re apparently too brain-scrambled to manage complete sentences in the presence of the most stupidly pretty person you’ve seen in the last ever. Fuck this trip, you’re going home.

7) Cyrus Goes to Space & is Only 75% as Much of an Asshole

It’s night when you finally arrive on the island of Melemele, which suits you both just fine. After so long in the dark and gloom of the Ultra Beasts’s domains, the daylight of this world is like a sawblade to the eyes. While you have every intention of fulfilling your promise of delivering your companion back to his team, it quickly becomes apparent that neither of you are in any condition to do so. You’ve both been away from this world for weeks and you need to readjust, to light, to noise, to being in a world with people in it. Guzma is faring much worse than you in that regard. Even the minimal amount of human contact he had to endure on the voyage left him overwhelmed and glassy-eyed. You have no idea how long he had been in those dark, smothering caves prior to your arrival; you never asked.

#writing #snippet sunday #scarlet's writing tag #fanfic #pokemon

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mandana-the-service-pup · 2 years

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The Cat Saga continues…

(Opinion post // hot take?)

I’ve talked about the cat colony that lives at our apartment complex and how frustrating it can be when cats dart across your path every time you go outside with your dog.

Admittedly, Mandana has run after them when on a freedom walk before. When she gets to them she just stops and comes back to me but I still take it very seriously. It has only really happened on freedom walks when she’s on a longline and engaged with the environment. When she’s on a leash she may or may not be excited to see them but she’s pretty easy to redirect. Ideally we want her to be cat neutral and that’s something we are working on but it takes time.

Recently there was a bully mix that killed one of the cats and their owner approached me today while we were outside playing in the same area where the cats hang out. He was upset because management is going to make him get rid of his dog or make him move and he wanted me (I’ve never met this guy or seen his dog) to come to his defense and give testimony that the cats go around attacking dogs and it was killed in self defense. My heart goes out to anyone who’s put in a situation that stressful, but there’s nothing I could say that would help him out. It’s a controversial topic and maybe I’m the one with the hot take but here it is…

If you own a dog that you know is predisposed to killing other animals then you have to take responsibility when they kill something. If you aren’t willing to accept that liability then you need to invest a lot of resources into managing the situation so that it doesn’t happen and train them out of that behavior. The alternative would be getting a dog that fits your lifestyle. There are plenty of breeds that have very low prey drive and/or are small enough that you could probably maintain physical control of them in a tense situation. I have nothing against bully breeds but they are in the terrier group for a reason. Terriers are bred to kill animals and bully breeds are some of the strongest of the terriers. If you don’t want a terrier to kill then you need to be proactive about it. That goes for any dog (regardless of breed or mix) if you know they will chase and harm an animal.

So yes, Mandana has chased a cat and she has barked at a cat. She has chased a squirrel and she has “caught” a bird. She has prey drive. I know it and I am actively working on it (professional trainers are involved). But there is a difference between what she does and what this guys dog did. When Mandana catches up to the animal (cat, squirrel or bird) the game ends. She immediately loses interest. She MIGHT bark a couple times but then she walks back to me. If I notice it before the chase begins then it’s easily avoided. If the chase has already started then I may or may not be able to call her off mid-chase depending on the situation. The one time she has caught an animal (an injured crow that could flutter a distance but not fly) she didn’t do anything to it. She caught up to it, sniffed it and when I asked her to leave it she did so with enthusiasm. There is no reason to believe she would kill an animal (she won’t even kill bugs after she catches them) but I treat her as if she would because that’s what it takes to be a responsible dog owner.

Our apartment complex is breed restricted. Bully breeds, shepherds and similar breeds are not allowed unless they are a service dog or ESAs. ESAs do not require training but can be removed if they are deemed dangerous or destructive. This guys dog got loose, killed a cat and then proceeded to pull its intestines out and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Even if it is an ESA the landlord has every right to remove the animal. I empathize with people who have to choose between their animal and their home. I’ve been in that situation and it’s awful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Unfortunately for this guy, he put his dog at risk by moving into a breed restricted community and there’s nothing anyone can do to change it now.

#hot take #bully breed #breed restrictions #prey drive #reactivity #responsible dog owner #dog training community #dogblr

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⛓️Let Me Maid It Up To You

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2432 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Costumes, Begging, Roleplay/Sexual Roleplay, Maids, Stockings, Face Slapping, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Safewords, Clothed Sex, Butt Plugs, Spanking, Anal Sex, Rough Sex Kinktober Day 5: Costumes + Begging + Roleplay

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Notes: Ayyy, day 5. IDK what to say about this one, my mind saw Costumes and Roleplay and immediately went “Kuai Liang in a maid’s dress, go!”

“Kuai Liang, we need to talk about the future of your employment with me.”

Kuai spun around, the short black dress he was wearing spinning as he did. When Kuai first suggested this to him, he hadn’t been too sure about it. He had to admit there was definitely something gratifying about seeing the fearsome Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei in a frilly maid outfit and matching accessories. Far more so than he’d expected.

Now, he just had to concentrate on not breaking character.

“Is there a problem Sir?” Kuai asked while giving a curtsey. He was very deliberate with his movement, letting Hanzo see the white lace thigh high stocking’s he was wearing. God, why did Kuai always look so good in thigh highs?

“There is, actually, yes,” he began, putting his hands behind his back and walking toward Kuai Liang. “You are not performing your duties to the expected level.” He began to slowly circle Kuai, taking in the way Kuai fiddled with his dress nervously. “Unless you can find a seriously good reason to convince me to keep you on, then I may be forced to dismiss you from my service.”

“Oh, Sir, please no,” Kuai exclaimed, holding his hands together in front of him like he was praying. “I can do better Sir, I promise.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to need to see some proof of that, Kuai Liang.” Hanzo finally stopped in front of him. “What will you do to show me you are worth keeping in my employ?”

“Anything, Sir,” Kuai desperately whispered, his hands reaching forward to take Hanzo’s. The way Kuai’s eyes were wide and his lip was wobbling was far too tempting to not see what anything really meant.

“Anything? Are you sure about that?” He didn’t let go of Kuai’s hand, feeling the other man’s grip tighten.

“Yes, Sir, I would do anything for you,” He claimed, audibly swallowing, but if it was from nerves or excitement Hanzo couldn’t not tell.

“Hm, we will see about that,” Hanzo said with a smirk, pulling his hand away and placing them on his hips instead. “Get on your knees.”

“Oh?” Kuai asked, voice laced with over the top surprise. He placed his hands over his chest, eyes never leaving Hanzo’s.

“You heard me,” Hanzo growled, snapping his fingers and then pointing down. “Knees, now Kuai Liang.”

Kuai took a very sharp intake of breath, before getting onto his knees. He looked up at Hanzo from where he’d settled, blue eyes looking up at him with a sweet innocence only Kuai was able to pull off. Hanzo huffed and gave a laugh, that wouldn’t be there for too long.

“Good boy, maybe you are smarter than you portray yourself to be,” Hanzo complimented, enjoying the red blush that settled over Kuai’s features. “Now, undo my belt.”

Kuai gave an affirmative hum, reaching his hands forward to Hanzo’s belt. His hands were a little too steady to convincingly be a shy maid, but Hanzo wasn’t about to call that out. After all, this was the accumulation of “months” of said maid’s attempted seduction, or at least that’s how the storyline went. A few clips, and Hanzo’s belt was undone.

“Undo my fly, and pull down until my cock is out,” Hanzo commanded. Kuai blinked, looking like he was fighting the urge to be difficult like he normally would be. That would break character however, and Hanzo couldn’t have that. “Now, before I change my mind and fire you.”

“Sorry Sir,” Kuai whispered. Hanzo didn’t miss the smile the graced Kuai’s face very briefly. Hands fiddled with the fly, unzipping it all the way down. Fingers hooked into both Hanzo’s trousers and underwear, yanking them down just enough for Hanzo’s cock to spring free. Kuai made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a sigh. “Oh. Sir.”

“Impressed?” Hanzo questioned, licking his lips and reaching a hand down to stroke his cock. Kuai replied with a strange purr. “Good, because now your going to suck me off, and maybe if you do a good job, I’ll have a reason to keep you.” Kuai opened his mouth to reply, and Hanzo very lightly slapped his face. “Ah, no speaking until I ask you a direct question, the only thing your mouth should be doing is sucking my cock.”

Kuai pouted slightly, but still he let his mouth hang open, waiting for Hanzo to feed his cock inside. Hanzo wouldn’t make him wait. He slowly placed his cock half inside, while Kuai wrapped his lips around and let his tongue lap against Hanzo’s cock.

“Well?” Hanzo said expectantly, once more letting his hands rest on his hips, waiting for Kuai to take the initiative. Kuai closed his eyes and began to slowly bob his head back and forth. Hanzo groaned as Kuai’s mouth gracefully glided along his shaft. “Should have known this would be what you’d excel at.”

Kuai gurgled around Hanzo’s cock, before slowly pushing forward until the tip of Hanzo’s cock was at the back of his throat. Kuai held himself there for a few seconds, fluttering his eyelashes up at Hanzo. He pulled back again, making sure to trail his tongue against a vein. Hanzo made a satisfied sound, it was good, Kuai’s mouth surprisingly warm but his slow pace was agonisingly teasing.

Even when they were pretending to be other people, Kuai couldn’t help being a brat. Typical.

He reached down for Kuai’s head, using his hair to take a strong grip. Kuai whined, likely because of the pull on his scalp. Hanzo kept his hips still, instead he began to drag Kuai back and forth. This did speed up the process slightly, but still not quite enough for Hanzo to be satisfied. He went to push Kuai forward again, this time however he also thrust his hips forward, the force making Kuai gag slightly. Hanzo chuckled, repeating the action, adoring how Kuai just sat there and took it.

“God you look so perfect with something in your mouth,” Hanzo growled, pushing his cock in far enough for Kuai to gag again. “Maybe I should have done this a while ago, I get the feeling you’ve wanted this for some time. Have you been purposefully been sloppy with your work in the hopes this would happen?” Kuai couldn’t reply, but the way he pressed his tongue hard against Hanzo’s cock was answer enough. “Slut. If you wanted my cock so bad, you could have just asked. God knows I’ve been thinking about lifting up that dress and fucking you over my desk since I hired you.”

Hanzo let go of Kuai’s head, pulling back and allowing Kuai off. The man gasped for air, some saliva dripping down his chin.

“In fact,” Hanzo began, grabbing Kuai’s chin and forcing the man to look at that. “Maybe I should do just that.”

“Please, Sir,” Kuai gasped, as Hanzo lent down enough to lick the other man’s saliva off his lips. Kuai looked a little dazed, and Hanzo felt something in him hesitate.

“Hm, a question first, if you will,” Hanzo gently requested, “What is your favourite colour, Kuai Liang?”

Kuai had a sloppy grin of his face as he replied in a purr, “It’s green, sir.”

“A good choice,” Hanzo complimented, finally releasing Kuai’s face and patting his cheek a few times. “Green would look good on you.” He pointed over to his desk. “Go bend over my desk, and present yourself to me.”

Kuai let out a strange but happy sound, slowly lifting himself off the floor and making his way to the desk in question. He lent forward, resting his torso on the wood and revealing his ass. Hanzo walked over, lifting the remaining fabric of the dress to get a better look. Kuai was wearing a pair of very delicate lace panties, practically transparent and not leaving much to the imagination.

“You really have been waiting for this haven’t you?” Hanzo asked, reaching down to cup Kuai’s cock through the panties, and making the man moan. “You’ve been wearing slutty clothes, trying to tempt me into this haven’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” Kuai replied, pushing his hips up just a little higher to get a bit more friction. “I’ve been hoping you’d notice what a slut I am Sir~”

Hanzo hummed, pulling down the panties just enough for get better access to Kuai’s ass. Once they were gone, he was met with one more surprise, a metal glint coming from between Kuai’s ass cheeks.

“Oh? What’s this?” Hanzo dipped his hand down, taking hold of the base of the buttplug. He twisted it, and laughed when Kuai began to moan. “I admire your confidence that this was the inevitable conclusion to your employment.”

He pulled it out slightly, before pushing it back in with a grin. He slapped Kuai’s ass two times, liking how his skin almost immediately began to go red. Kuai twisted his head to be able to watch. The urge to just tease Kuai with the plug while spanking his ass was high, but Hanzo’s achingly hard cock was leaving him impatient. He needed to be inside the other man.

He gave one last smack, enjoying the way Kuai’s ass jiggled, as he pulled the plug out. Kuai’s hole was left slightly open, slick and ready for everything Hanzo had to give him. Taking hold of Kuai’s hips, he lined his cock up with his entrance. He rubbed against the hole, not making a serious attempt to penetrate and enjoying the needy way Kuai tried to fight his grip to get this started.

“Hm, you want this that badly?” Hanzo growled, pressing Kuai down just a little harder. “Then beg me, pretty boy, beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Sir,” Kuai began, bracing his hands on either side of his head. “Please use me for your pleasure, and don’t stop until I’m full of your cum.”

Hanzo gave a full body shudder at the image of his cum dripping out of Kuai and down his thighs.

“Good boy,” Hanzo growled, not giving Kuai chance to reply as he finally began to push inside. Kuai’s back arched, Hanzo’s grip stopped from pushing himself back onto Hanzo’s cock. He groaned, his fingernail’s digging into Kuai’s skin as he grumbled, “fuck, you’re so tight.”

He bottomed out, looking down and admiring the way Kuai’s entrance stretched to fit him inside. He pulled back, before slamming back in as hard as he could. Kuai visibly jerked, his hands grasping at the table for purchase. Laughing, he decided to rapidly dissolve into a fast pace, his movements rough and animalistic. Well, Kuai had told Hanzo to use him for pleasure, so that was what Hanzo was going to do.

Every time Hanzo drove forward, Kuai made a loud moan. While he was still trying to keep looking over his shoulder, every so often his head lolled downward. Hanzo regained his attention with a quick slap to his ass, with Kuai’s head jolting upward.

“Maybe I should change your job title,” Hanzo growled between his own groans and pants. “Instead of being my maid, maybe I should make you my personal whore? Have you ready to take my cock whenever I want.”

“Yes,” Kuai gasped out, trying to push himself up slightly. His eyes were wide, and his body trembling as Hanzo plowed into him. “Please Sir, make me your whore, use me in any way you want.”

Hanzo laughed, “Well, I can hardly reject such a request.” He slapped Kuai’s ass again. “I’ll make sure you’re always ready and open for me, I’ll fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want.” He groped Kuai’s ass, watching the way the man was shaking. He was close, and if Hanzo was honest, he wasn’t far behind. “I’ll have you sat on my cock while I do paper work, drag you into the closet to suck my cock. Hell, I’ll even fuck you in front of my other employees, let everyone know that you and you alone are worthy of taking my dick.”

“Ah! Fuck,” Kuai whined, one of his hand’s darting back to Hanzo’s wrist to grip hold of him. “Han- Sir, Sir! I’m going to cum, please can I cum?”

“So well trained already, asking your Master’s permission to come.” Hanzo focused all his energy into fucking Kuai. He enjoyed the way this made Kuai’s grasp on his wrist tighten with every thrust. “Cum for me, pretty boy. Cum for your Master.”

Kuai gave a loud cry, his body arching off the desk and clenching around Hanzo’s cock, a clear sign that he had obeyed the command. The vision in front of him and the feeling of Kuai clinging to his cock, was enough for Hanzo to follow suite. He thrust in as far as he could, giving his own loud groan as he released and let himself fill Kuai with cum.

He gently thrust a few final times, making sure he was completely finished before he finally pulled out.

The second he was done, all sense of the roleplay and his character within it dissolved as he gently reached to flip Kuai over and began to kiss all over his face.

“Well done, Kuai Liang,” his whispered between kisses, as Kuai began to giggle. “You were amazing.”

“Mm, thank you,” Kuai hummed back, relaxing in Hanzo’s arms. “You were too.” He gave a very satisfied sounding sigh as Hanzo stopped kissing him. “Thank you for not ripping the dress.”

Hanzo snorted, “Really? That’s what you’re concerned about right now?”

“Hey it was expensive,” Kuai exclaimed in a scandalised tone. The reached down to brush the fabric slightly. “I wasn’t a cheapskate with my part in this roleplay, I got really good quality. I’d be upset if I couldn’t wear it again.”

“Well, lucky for you, you can.” He kissed Kuai again, before reaching to help the other man stand. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He let Kuai cling to him for balance as he began to guide both of them towards the bathroom. “So, what do you think? Want to try further roleplay in the future?”

“Why do you think I want to keep the dress?” Kuai replied with a cheeky smile. “Beside’s I’d really like to see how the future of my employment with you plays out.” Kuai reached a hand down to squeeze Hanzo’s ass. “Being your cockwarmer while you work sounds particularly inviting.”

As Hanzo opened the door to the bathroom, he chuckled, and added “I will keep that in mind.”

#mortal kombat #subscorp #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #⛓️kinktober 2022

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meliakim · 2 years

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Epiphany Demo

Seokjin figures out how to write “Epiphany.”

*Seokjin’s POV*

“Seokjinie… you look so exhausted… please just go home and get some rest!!” Mun said to me after the third time I had nearly dozed off while sitting at the counter of her bakery. It had only been a couple of days since we returned from the world tour, and I admit, I was struggling with the jetlag… not to mention the pressure I had been feeling from trying to write my solo song by myself. “I’m fine, honestly. I haven’t seen you for months,” I reminded her, hoping she would let me stay there with her, but knowing she probably wouldn’t let me.

“Are you so tired from the jetlag or from trying to work on your song for the next album?” she asked as I rested my chin on my forearms in front of me. “Both, I think… I still have no idea on what an ‘epiphany’ is,” he said. “Oh, is that the theme of the song?” Mun asked, to which I nodded. “It’s the title of the song,” I replied. A couple weeks ago, Bang PD suggested I try and write my own lyrics and tune to the backtrack they had made for my solo song “Epiphany.”

“I mean, an epiphany is just like… like a realization of something,” Mun explained. “Like… when I walk by a restaurant and smell the food they’re cooking, I suddenly realize how hungry I am?” I asked with a laugh as I sat up. Mun laughed too and said, “ok, but forreal, if you write a song about how your epiphany is realizing you’re hungry I will love you forever.” She said it in a joking way, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she was serious. We joked this way a lot, but we’re seriously just friends.

I yawned again as I sat up all the way, and Mun was quick to change the subject. “Go home, Kim Seokjinie! Didn’t you say you’re going to your parents’ house for a welcome home gathering tonight? You won’t be able to stay awake for that unless you go home and take a nap!” she said. “Aishhh, you’re right, you’re right…” I said, getting up from my seat and stretching. “I’ll see you soon though, right?” I asked, looking down at her. She smiled up at me and nodded. “Of course!” she said, blushing smally before turning to keep working. “Bye, then!!” we said to each other before I left the bakery.

As I rode my bike home… I couldn’t help but wonder why I couldn’t get Mun off my mind. Of course, my thoughts went to her almost constantly while we were on our Wings tour, but I just assumed it was because I hadn’t seen her for so long. Now that I have been with her again, she’s been on my mind even more. Really, I don’t know how I made it through so many months without her. I guess her friendship just means that much to me. Friendship…

I followed Mun’s instructions and took a nice, long nap as soon as I got home… forgetting to set an alarm. Thankfully I woke up in time to take a quick shower before leaving to go to my parents’ house for the evening. I looked down at my phone as I rode the bus, wondering if I should’ve invited Mun tonight, but figuring Eomma would’ve just wanted it as a family night. I scrolled through some of the photos from the tour, seeing several photos of Mun that she had sent me and I had saved. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw them.

The bus arrived at my stop, and I got off to walk the rest of the way to my parents’ house, just a few blocks away. Sure, the tour was an amazing experience… but walking down the streets and neighborhoods of Seoul was impossible to beat. It was good to be home. I rang the doorbell as I approached the house and was immediately pulled into a hug by Seokjung-hyung. “Welcome home, Jinie!!” he said before I could even step in the door. “Yahhh, my hyung!” I said, hugging him back.

He led the way into the house, and the next person I saw was my father, who got up from his seat on the couch. “Welcome back, son,” he said, hugging me as well. “Thank you, Appa, it’s good to be back,” I said. I looked around, and I knew he could tell I was looking for Eomma. “She’s in the kitchen with the girls,” Appa answered my questioning look. I smiled and bowed to him before heading over to the kitchen. *Girls?* I asked myself, though my question was answered as soon as I entered the kitchen to see Eomma, Ahreum, and Mun. “Mun-ah?” I said, surprised.

“We’re here too, Jinie,” Eomma teased, coming over and kissing me on the cheek before hugging me. I laughed nervously and said, “hi, Eomma,” as she hugged me. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight,” I said towards Mun. “Why wouldn’t she be? She’s been hanging out with us for the past 10 months, you think we would stop inviting her now that you’re back?” Ahreum said, teasingly. I chuckled and bowed to her. “It’s good to see you too,” I said.

“Well now that you’re here, would you mind grabbing the sugar off the shelf for me?” Mun asked as she was apparently making dessert. I nodded and reached up to the tall shelf and placed it on the counter in front of her. “It looks like you have plenty of help tonight,” I said to Eomma, as I normally helped her in the kitchen. She nodded. “This is your welcome home party! I expect you to relax!! Go hang out with the boys, we’ve got it covered,” she said, shooing me out of the kitchen.

I followed directions and joined Appa and Seokjung-hyung in the living room, talking with them and catching up on the past several months of not seeing each other. When the meal was ready, we all gathered around the table, with Mun sitting next to me. “Yahhhh, this looks incredible. This is easily what I missed the most from being home,” I said, looking at the table full of my favorite foods, prepared by some of the most important people to me. “Let’s dig in!” Eomma said.

We ate our fill of food, followed by Mun’s dessert and coffee. All the while, I didn’t realize how much I had missed nights with my family. After spending hours with them, it was getting late. “I missed all of this so much… I’m so glad I’m home,” I said as I took my jacket off the coat rack in preparation to leave. “We’ll have many more get-togethers while you’re home,” Appa said. “I’m sure your work will sweep you away for more tours in the future, but we’re glad you’re here for now,” Eomma chimed in.

“Thank you so much for the meal,” I said, bowing to them gratefully, and Mun did the same before we headed out the door into the winter night. It was assumed that I would take Mun home, so we walked together to the bus stop. As we walked, a cool gust of wind blew and caused Mun to walk closer to me, interlocking her arm into mine. It reminded me of the very first time I brought her to meet my parents… I guess right about a year ago now.

“Woah, I’m getting déjà vu!” Mun said with a chuckle as she continued holding onto my arm. “This is the same way we walked after I met your family for the first time,” she said, causing me to smile. “I was just thinking the same thing,” I said, glad she was the one that said it out loud.

“Remember how nervous you were when you met them for the first time though?” I asked her with a laugh as we approached the bus stop. She smiled embarrassedly and shook her head. “I knowwww, I was just so intimidated, but now I feel so close to your family!” she replied. “Honestly, why do I feel like they like you more than they like me now?” I replied, incredulously as the bus approached.

“I guess since I’ve actually been around the past 10 months,” she said, in a bit of a sassy tone… as if she were upset that I had been gone the past 10 months. She got on the bus and found a window seat, and I sat down in the empty seat next to her. “We both know how important it was that I went on the tour,” I said to her, quietly. She sighed and nodded. “I know… and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was upset… but I really did miss you so much,” she said, somewhat sadly.

I looked over at her and noticed her wipe her eyes then looked out the window away from me. I smiled sadly and put my arm around her, pulling her close, as if wordlessly telling her, “I’m here now.” I felt her loosen at my touch and she leaned into me, resting her head on my collarbone. She didn’t say anything, and neither did I… we didn’t need to. We sat closely this way for the entire bus ride, and as we approached Mun’s apartment complex, she sat up straight and looked out the window.

“I guess this is my stop…” she said as she stood up, making me miss her in my arms already. “I’ll text you,” I said as she climbed over me to get off the bus. She smiled at me and nodded. “You better,” she said with a smirk before getting off the bus. I moved to the window seat and looked out, watching her as she walked to the building entrance. She turned back and waved at me with both hands right as the bus pulled out of the stop.

I waved back with both of my hands and smiled at her until she was completely out of sight. As I did so, I had… an epiphany… “I’m in love with her,” I said quietly to myself, wondering why I hadn’t realized it before. Or… maybe I did realize it before but didn’t dare to admit it? It was so hard being away from her for all those months, but I didn’t realize how hard it was until now. Since I’ve been with Mun again, I knew I couldn’t bear to live without her. “Aishhh,” I said to myself, not even sure what to do about this epiphany.

“Epiphany…” I said aloud, as the word had popped up a couple of times in my head. *My epiphany is… that I’m in love with Mun. That I need her to be by my side. That I’m always thinking about her…* I thought to myself, hoping I could write it all down before I forgot. I was almost home, though. I looked out the window and saw that I was still two stops away from reaching the dorm, so I pulled out my phone and began typing some notes.

Once I got back to the dorm, I went into the building and up to the dorm. “Yahh Jin-hyung!! How was the meal with your family?” Hobi asked from his spot on the couch as soon as I had walked in. “It was nice,” I said in passing, as I had to get to my room and get the rest of my ideas down. If “Epiphany” was going to be a song for Mun, I figured I should try and write it in her native language… even though I didn’t know English well.

I sat down at my desk almost immediately and opened up my computer. I’m not sure if it was the jet lag or the adrenaline of my epiphany, but I began to write down some lyrics, with the help of Google translate, even though it was way past my normal bedtime. I continued working on the song throughout the week, trying my best to keep my epiphany from Mun… both my feelings and the song. If I was ever going to confess to her, I would have to gain the confidence to do so, and I hoped this song would help with that.

After a week or so of writing, recording, and editing the best I could, I took Bang PD’s advice and had a more experienced songwriter give it a listen. “Well?” I asked Namjoon after he finished listening to my “Epiphany Demo.” He sat for a moment, then gave it another listen before answering. “It’s definitely not bad for being your first song ever written… but there’s a lot I would change,” he said. “Like what?” I asked, feeling my heart sink a bit, as I was quite proud of what I came up with.

“Well, first of all, the English doesn’t make much sense. It rhymes and flows fine, but the sentences aren’t really complete,” he explained. “Why did you make an all-English song, anyways?” he then asked. I blushed at the question but felt like I should be honest with Namjoon. “I… wrote it for Mun,” I said. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Mun? Is this a confession song?” he asked. “Maybe? The ‘epiphany’ is me realizing that I’ve been in love with Mun this whole time. I tried to convey my feelings the best I could and thought it would be nice if it were in her native language,” I replied.

“Hyung… that’s so incredibly sweet,” he said to me, causing me to blush further. “But I’m not sure if Bang PD will produce it or not… He asked me to listen to the version that he and Slow Rabbit wrote, and it’s a lot more refined than this one is,” he said, truthfully. I tried to smile and nodded, doing my best to hide my disappointment. Whatever confidence I thought I had to confess to Mun was gone now. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tell her how I really feel. I can’t even put those words together into a song.

“Thank you for giving it a listen,” I said, bowing at him. “Don’t you dare delete it… I know Mun would love it if you let her listen to it, even if it’s not the version that ends up being produced,” he said. I nodded. All I wanted was to delete it, as I was embarrassed that I thought it was good enough to be produced. I ended up following his advice though, as I had worked so hard on it… and the thought of my epiphany became more important the more I thought about Mun.

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stormiclown · 2 years

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Ladies and Gentlemen: Stephan Vladislav

So, a lot of you have been requesting a part two of this story so here it is. It won’t be as long as the last one, just so you know. I‘ve been skimming the web for pictures that match the image of Stephan Vladislav in my head and this is what I came up with. Just imagine him with black hair and the same clothes I described him with in ‘Ladies and Gentlemen: Him’. Enjoy!

It wasn’t a challenge figuring out Adrien and Chat Noir were one in the same.

Honestly, the parallels were obvious. The selfishness, the inability to take anything seriously, and not to mention the same whiny and annoying voice.

Stephan didn’t really pay the heroes any mind before discovering Bratdrien’s identity. He thought that it was a miracle that Ladybug was at least mature about fights and handling the public. Where as Adrien treated heroing as a means to be a celebrity. Because it wasn’t enough that all of Paris viewed him a ray sunshine.

The ravenette liked fame, but he was a model. Not a hero with the weight of an entire city on their shoulders.

He didn’t think Adrien would stoop this low.

What is he saying?

He saw it coming a mile away.

The Russian boy leaned closer to the door of Marinette’s bedroom to get a clearer view of what that mangy alley cat was telling her.

The two were partners on an assigned project from Bustier about the heroes of Paris in honor of Hero’s Day. It was due in two weeks and Marinette suggested they should get started with it and invited him over.

”Hey, Princess? I don’t think you should associate yourself with that Stephan guy. He sounds like bad news,” Chat said in a voice Stephan was sure he thought sounded concerned. The ravenette did his best to remain calm and in control.

”Stephan? He seems so nice. He defends me whenever a certain someone tries to pull their little tricks,” Marinette rose to Stephan’s defense immediately. Said boy felt his heart flutter warmly. Even in the face of a hero, beloved by all of Paris (that wouldn’t last long if Stephan could help it!) she was able to stand up for him.

His affection for the Asian girl grew.

”But he caused Lila’s akuma a week ago. Not to mention he‘s been bullying a kid named Adrien. How can you feel ok with hanging out with someone’s bully?” Adrien asked in his same trademark disappointed voice. Stephan rolled his eyes. As if there weren’t other obvious ways to reveal your identity. Who ever considered the blonde would make a good hero had to be a senile old man or something.

”Oh really?” The Russian was momentarily surprised at the disdainful tone the blunette’s voice took, “If your so worried about akumas, then why do you never complain when Chloe went around being the primary cause of akumanizations? Yes she’s gotten better, but that doesn’t change the fact that Adrien was friendly with her back when she was a bully. So did he ever think about how we would feel when ever he hung out with her. And don’t even get me started on Lila. Adrien wouldn’t know a manipulator even if it slapped him in the face. For someone who’s never been bullied, he’s quick to force everyone to feel sorry for them.”

Stephan could feel the surprise coming from Chat as Marinette unknowingly insulted Adrien to his face. On the other hand, a smirk creeped onto his face. It seems Bratdrien had unknowingly created skeletons in his closet even before the Russian had moved to Paris.

It was perfect.

It would be too suspicious if all the problems with Adrien started up when Stephan enrolled in Francois Dupont. If he brought up unflattering things Adrien did in the past when he wasn’t present, it would be a much more believable and clever way of getting rid of him.

The stupid cat continued his “higher than thou” speech disguised as a lecture, “I don’t know what Stephan’s been telling you but Adrien’s right. Making a bad guy suffer won’t change them into a good guy.”

By this point, Stephan prepared to enter the room until Marinette said something that made him stop.

”Then, why are you and Ladybug fighting Hawkmoth?,” the Russian heard her say accusingly.

”What?” Came the alley cat’s choked response.

”If making a bad guy suffer doesn’t work to make them a good guy, than why are you still fighting Hawkmoth?” The fashion designer repeated again.

“W-what? Because he’s a terrorist! And if we don’t stop him, he’ll just continue making everyone miserable!” Stephan could tell that Adrien was beginning to falter.

”That’s exactly the case with bullies,” Marinette shut him down with certainty.

”Bullies aren’t Hawkmoth or Mayura. That’s different.”

”Is it though? Adrien told me that exposing Lila was a bad idea. And now look what happened; she got me expelled, ruined my and my friends reputations in class, and turned them against us. I should have never listened to a person who has no experience with dealing with bullies,” the Asian girl was clearly getting frustrated with the conversation.

Stephan was proud of his soon to be girlfriend. When he first met her, she was hesitant and only kept her head down when the class accused her of what the Italian girl told them. It seemed the ‘girls night outs’ that Chloe and Alya dragged her to were doing wonders for her confidence.

“Adrien’s new to the social life. You have no right to talk about him like he’s the bad guy,” For someone meant to be a hero, he let his emotions and personal problems guide his actions.

”Than he has no business in being disappointed with me whenever I defend myself. And please, it’s been a year and a half since Adrien attended public school. If he still doesn’t understand social situations by now, it’s because he doesn’t want to learn,” Marinette dismissed Chat’s defense of the blonde.

”How could you say that?” Adrien’s voice was judgmental.

Marinette sighed, “Even if Adrien is an enabler, I don’t want him to get bullied. I’ll try asking Stephan about it. Just leave, Chat.” Stephan swore quietly in Russian. He had taken to verbally tearing Adrien apart in private and even worse when they were around others. Of course, he did it subtly, there was no doubt Marinette might pick up on it if he did it again. Looks like he’ll have to find another tactic to make Bratdrien miserable. Not including ruining Chat Noir’s reputation.

And he knew just how to do it.

When the leather clad hero (thankfully) left, Stephan waited for two more minutes before entering Marinette’s bedroom to avoid her suspicion of eavesdropping.

The Russian was relieved when the Asian girl didn’t bring up what Chat had told her. But Adrien was going down.

After the class president stunt, the model thought that the blonde boy would have enough sense not to mess with Stephan Vladislav. He had no idea who taught the blonde model to be this pathetic but it truly was a shame.

Stephan knew it didn’t have to be like this. He never wanted it to be like this. He didn’t want to have to shove Adrien into the dirt like the miscreant he was, but he was making it too easy.

A part of him was flattered. The Agreste heir saw him as that much of a threat that he had to use his hero persona in a failed attempt to get Marinette to side with his civilian counterpart.

He had a plan. He and Marinette finished a good portion of the projects and parted ways. He made sure to behave like a gentleman, a side he only saved for her to combat Chat Noir’s opinion on him and make the bluenette doubt the leather clad hero.

The two just blended together as the designer genuinely enjoyed Stephan’s company. She felt her heart flutter and cheeks warm whenever he smiled at her. She never experienced any of this with Adrien. He even earned Tikki’s seal of approval.

Later, the young Vladislav surfed the internet and leveled every media sight he could find. He even ventured into the wasteland that was tabloid blogs for anything he could use to discredit Chat Noir. Through his internet dive, he found one blog; The Trashiness of Chat Noir. The user’s name was ‘Noir-salt’. On it was countless videos and clips of the leather clad boy making jokes and goofing off during fights. Following was pictures of the alley cat flirting with a clearly uncomfortable Ladybug. Getting into her space, kissing her hand, and even the kiss from ‘Oblivio’.

Stephan’s face was nearly folded in two from the grin that played on his lips. The blog itself wasn’t popular, but that was about to change today. He quickly copied the link of the blog and opened his Instagram and Twitter accounts. He then created new posts with the link attached to them and published it for the world to see.

He even posted them in the comments in one of Alya’s most recent post. Opening up the Face-to-Face website with Nadia Chamack, he submitted the blog for daily news under his name. The combination of Chat’s less than stellar behavior paired with the fact that Stephan Vladislav himself submitted would be too hard to ignore.

The fallout was epic.

The news spread like wild fire. Nadia broadcasted it to all of Paris. Television screens analyzed and ripped apart Chat Noir to shreds. The whole scandal resulted in Parisians coming out and explaining how they each suffered Chat Noir’s incompetence. Mr. Rainer in particular told the local news about how the leather clad boy pestered him often about how he felt. Implying heavily if he felt any negative emotions and sulking when he replied that he felt fine.

This sparked city ride outrage. How could a hero want the citizens he swore to protect fall victim to Hawkmoth?

Said villain was having a field day with the negative emotions that swallowed Paris like a tidal wave. Several akumas came out of the blow up, all of them with the same single minded goal; vengeance against Chat Noir who they deemed to be a false hero.

A slight feeling of momentary guilt crept up his spine as he saw how heart broken Alya and Nino looked. They all sat in the Bakery along with two other friends; Luka and Kagami.

Luka strummed soothing melodies on his guitar to calm everyone’s tense nerves. Kagami appeared agitated as she continued scrolling through the blog which started it all. Nino was calming down a furious Alya who looked ready to burn everything down if someone so much as blinked at her the wrong way. Chloe raved on and on about how she knew all along that the ‘mangy cat wasn’t good enough for Ladybug. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!’

They were all targets in Hawkmoth’s firing range.

Stephan wrapped a comforting arm around Marinette who seemed down in the dumps ever since the news aired. He supposed it made sense. The way Chat Noir spoke to the bluenette seemed way to familiar for it to only have happened once. The Russian assumed that Marinette felt betrayed by someone who she considered a friend.

Little did he know how deep the betrayal went. Marinette knew the feline hero had his flaws, but didn’t they all? Except, with all the evidence and the public’s negative opinion, the weight of Chat’s behavior hit her like a freight train.

The Asian girl felt like she had been doused in cold water. She leaned into Stephan‘s embrace, the only form of comfort she could find. She considered Chat to be her best friend, one in a million. Sure, the way he professed his love for her on patrol and on the battle field was grating on her nerves. Not to mention him declaring that they were soulmates because of their miraculous.

So it had been an absolute shock to hear just how much people had been suffering from Chat’s inability to take anything seriously. Injuries, destroyed house, and even in the rare instances: death.

She shivered at how awful in must have been to watch civilians die, even if it was just a few. No wonder all of Paris was furious at the leather clad boy.

Her musings were interrupted with a loud crash located from outside and several screams.

As it turns out, a seven year old boy who looked up to Chat Noir felt so betrayed and hurt that he wanted to learn what else the cat was hiding behind his charismatic persona. Thus, he became the akuma ’Heads and Tails‘ because there are two sides to every person.

The child revealed all that he could. Projections were scattered all across Paris displaying each of the hero’s misdeeds: Chat Noir’s childish behavior, how he left during fights whenever Ladybug wouldn’t cater to his tantrums, and how much said spotted heroine struggled to defeat more of the stronger akumas the moth villain created.

Any slack the citizens wanted to give the leather wearing hero was subsequently destroyed, especially since Heads and Tails’ had projector like powers and broadcasted the past events for everyone and their mother to see.

But their was one particular clip that made everyone in the bakery‘s hearts stop. They were currently outside after having followed the noise of the first crash the akuma made.

”That’s Marinette’s room!” Alya screamed in horror.

The projector portrayed a very familiar scene to Marinette. When her room was destroyed by Baby August’s akuma. And Chat just standing there trying to get a kiss from Ladybug. Everyone watching was horrified. They knew it was possible the Chat Noir wasn’t aware of some of the injuries or deaths he may have caused but to see one happening in front him and focus on flirting with Ladybug who was clearly trying to do her job?

Luka and Nino were in complete shock, Alya and Chloe looked at the projection in enraged disbelief, Kagami as well as Marinette’s parents looked ready to throw down, and Marinette looked like a deer in headlights.

Stephan was furious. He would make sure that Adrien would never see the light of day ever again.

He swore it.

The aftermath of the akuma had left people grumbling about the mangy alley cat. Celebrities made their disapproval known, especially Jagged Stone who had blasted the feline hero in his last concert and how dare he put his honorary niece in danger.

Coincidentally, the Leather clad boy was no where to be seen. But Stephan knew that Adrien’s reputation as Chat was beyond repair and was most likely waiting for the storm to pass like the cowardly waste of space he was.

The Russian boy enjoyed everyone moment when someone for their class would make a jeer about the leather wearing hero and watching the blonde model wilt in on himself whenever someone else added in their two cents.

Lila made a whole spectacle about the ordeal. ‘Poor Ladybug’ and ‘I told her Chat Noir was bad news and that I would have made a better partner!’

Little did she know her grip on the class was slowly wavering courtesy of Stephan.

He had decided to take a round about approach to dismantling the liar rather than outright laying the evidence down. Knowing her, she‘d probably say it was fabricated. Knowing the class, they’d be gullible enough to believe it.

He started with Alya. Whenever Lila mentioned her many ‘celebrity connections’ and how she could ‘totally introduce you to them. They see me as family,’ Stephan would pull some strings to get his friends to meet some.

The ravenette casually brought up that it would be a good idea for Alya to start another blog for her reporting. It’s always a good idea to have multiple for when she applied to colleges.

“Yeah, I have been thinking about it for a while. But what would I report? I’m so used to akuma fights, everything else just seems so stale compared to that,” Alya admitted.

”Why not a few celebrities and debunking articles? I can get you in contact with some,” Stephan offered as ran his hands through his curly black hair.

”No way. That’ll make me feel like I’m using you. Besides Marinette already helped the Ladyblog by getting me my first interview with Ladybug. I want to try this on my own,” Alya explained while scrolling through the new blog she was creating.

”Word on the street is countless news stations are fighting tooth and nail to get you to intern with them. I’m sure they can supply you with what you need. And since they are doing so because of your talent, it would be less of you using me and more of me giving you a little nudge,” he finished with a smirk.

And that’s exactly what he did. He teamed up with Marinette to convince Alya to start up another blog and except a summer internship at a local news station.

Since Clara Nightingale adored Marinette and her friends, she easily agreed to an interview when Stephan reached out to her. The interview was a hit and ‘A Scoop of Paris’, Alya’s new blog for Paris related news, took off.

With Nino, it was the same thing. Adam Rachad, a well known Parisian director and music producer, had seen Nino‘s popular website, Turtle Pictures and wanted to extend a favor and collaborate with him. Stephan contacted him with Nino present and organized phone call with Nino present. When the glasses wearing boy sealed the deal, he gave the model the biggest hug.

Chloe was more complicated. While the blonde female was still into business, it wasn’t a secret to Stephan that she wanted her mother’s attention. So, the Russian boy met and spoke to the Style Queen at her next fashion show displaying her new summer coming line. It was still April, but it might has well have been summer due to the warm weather.

At first, the Fashion Queen was skeptical about letting her daughter model like the young Vladislav had suggested, he heavily implied that Chloe had the summer looks, not to mention the fact that she bore a similar resembling to Audrey herself could make the world go wild.

Chloe’s first photoshoot happened a week after. The camera just loved her. When #QueenChloeBourgeois and #ModelQueenBourgeois began trending on Twitter, Audrey congratulated Chloe (using her real name) and called her exceptional for the second time, the addressed blonde shed a few tears.

She bought a large graphic camera setup as her way of say thanks without thanking him along with a note that said: “Now I know for sure that you’re good enough Dupain-Cheng. Go get her Vlad.”

Stephan‘s cheeks reddened at the implication but he had to admit that it felt good to have the best friend stamp of approval.

It wasn’t even a few days before Lila started her bragging again. This time about exotic restaurants around Paris and the celebrities she ate with.

In retaliation, Stephan took his friends out to eat at a luxury restaurant across town. He assured them that he would be paying when their concern about expenses were brought up. And they best part? It was his own money. Because of his talent with a camera, he received many internships every time they moved before coming to France, so he amassed a lot of wealth on his own. He may be rich but he also enjoyed being independent. Which was more than he could say for Adrien.

The food was exquisite. Alya and Chloe made sure to take as many photos of the place. Alya for her blog, and Chloe to shove it in Lila and her sheeps’ faces.

They didn’t get to meet a celebrity but seeing Marinette so happy and starstruck was worth. After all, he planned to take her here more often when they hopefully began dating, but he still had yet to ask her.

At first, he had only done this to slowly expose Lila for the fraud that she was, but as he continued, he realized that he enjoyed making the others happy. Before coming to France, Stephan was selfish, manipulative, confident, and cared only about himself and his goals. The only exceptions were his parents.

He was still selfish and manipulative, but he was willing to used those traits to fight for people he cared about. Not that he would ever say it out loud.

Anything Lila had claimed she could do or had done Stephan had done ten times over. So much so that even the sycophantic cult began to notice. The Italian was so busy sharing her stories that she hadn’t noticed the way several faces would twist into slight annoyance and discomfort.

And that’s exactly how they felt. They all saw the pictures of Stephan and the others. How could they not when they were blowing up on social media? Seeing their careers take off while they waited for Lila to introduce them to celebrities she had been bragging about for over a year. It made them bitter and resent her.

What was the point of telling them about her ’amazing life’ if she couldn’t even prove it? They all stewed while they listened to Ms. Mendeleiev’s lecture about the human ears and hearing until Rose raised her hand.

“Can you get tinnitus from being to close to an airplane engine?” The question sounded innocent enough.

The purple haired teacher turned to the pixie blonde before raising an eyebrow and answering her inquiry, “No. Tinnitus is a ringing in the ear. If you were to be exposed to an air plane engine you’d go deaf.”

It was like a fog had been lifted.

After class, Ms. Bustier’s students researched everything Lila told them. Every grand trip, tales of celebrities, every award. Part of them didn’t want to do this. They didn’t want to believe that their golden ticket was lying to them. But with all the talk and no action, it aroused their suspicion.

They found nothing. Nothing at all.

It didn’t take long for them to come running back to the others they had isolated from the class, but they didn’t react the way they’d hoped. Marinette and Nino accepted their apologies but made it clear that they weren’t going to be friends again. Alya and Chloe didn’t bother to hide their resentment and held a grudge against the class. Stephan never cared much about them and never made an emotional connection, so he was unbothered.

But it was obvious that the group had left them behind. They all were reaching new heights while the students of Bustier’s class were left to pick up the pieces of their dreams. Not before ripping into the liar in front of the entire school the next day.

Adrien tried to meekly defend Lila. She was just looking for some friends. The blonde saw no need to isolate the Italian the way they did. She would end up miserable and alone.

Stephan snorted before asking slyly why Adrien would defend someone who had been actively harming and manipulating his ‘friends’. As expected, the clueless sheep immediately got on Adrien’s case. Said model only backed down when several classmates began questioning their friendship.

Pfft. The young Vladislav opened up the class group chat on his spare phone. He had found Alix’s phone lying around and used it to invite his anonymous account into the chat group. He quickly sent an audio recording and waited for the fireworks.

Notification bells dinged throughout the classroom asynchronously. Each student reached into their pockets, desks, and backpacks for their phones and confusion crept onto their faces as they saw the recording anonymous user had sent.

”Does anyone know who this is?” Mylene asked the gathered students.

”Not sure. I don’t think anyone in this class is anonymous,” Alix answered.

”There is a 67% chance that this is a hacker. The other 33% are unknown,” Max was as statistical as always as he pushed up his glasses.

”Well, let’s see what it is! It can’t hurt right?” Sabrina piped up as she pressed play.

Total silence filled the room as Adrien’s voice was heard. The room had dropped several degrees when they heard the blonde admitting to knowing Lila was a liar. Not to mention gaslighting Marinette into staying quiet.

It was the recording from when Stephan had first threatened the blonde model. He cut out the threats of course.

When the recording finished, dirty looks, glares, and eyes of betrayel landed on the Agreste heir who had paled dramatically.

There was a beat of silence before everyone began screaming in unison. How could Adrien just stand their and watch as Lila lied to them? Said blonde tried to defend himself but it became increasingly clear that the class wasn’t having it. Alix declared her friendship with Adrien over, the others following suit.

Stephan and the others in the back just watched as the chaos unravel like a ball of yarn. Ms. Bustier finally arrived and silenced the classroom to begin the day’s lesson.

Throughout the lecture, students occasionally threw glares in Adrein’s direction. He did his level best not to make eye contact with anyone.

No one saw the rougish smile that Stephan wore. He had warned the blonde to stay out of his way. Had he listened, the Russian wouldn’t have had to make him miserable. That’ll teach him.

Meanwhile, Adrien was going through the hell Stephan created for him.

First, Lila was exposed as a liar. He felt sorry for her. Then some anonymous account revealed that he knew of the Italians lies. Everyone was angry at him for remaining silent. What would they know? He just didn’t want her to get akumatized. He just knew it was Stephan who had done it. It was only the two of them in the hallway and Stephan’s threats were cut out, only incriminating Adrien.

His father was still furious for letting Nicolas Vladislav claim Marinette as his intern. If only Stephan had stayed out of the way. Now Gabriel was barely even talking to him.

He couldn’t even enjoy being Chat Noir anymore to cheer himself up. After the fallout that destroyed his reputation, he received backlash from every prominent website. He couldn’t even go out on patrol without someone glaring at him and spitting hateful comments. And yet again, it was all Stephan’s fault. He never once considered himself to be at fault. After all, it was Ladybug who refused him.

And when he had tried to visit Marinette as Chat to try and remove the cotton from her eyes, she insulted him as Adrien and as Chat Noir at the same time! It was so frustrating!

The blonde was having trouble coping. He was so used to being loved and adored by the general public that he thought it impossible for anyone to hate him. Now that both of his personalities were under fire, there was no where he could hide behind or escape to.

It was a miracle he was still managing to keep his grades steady. The blonde wanted support, but Plagg was also giving him the cold shoulder as he did his best to fend off the ravenette’s attacks.

In his loneliness, he threw himself into modeling. The one thing that Stephan Vladislav couldn’t take from him. Until he did.

After the plethora of photo shoots Adrien had done and the many Stephan had accomplished, people began theorizing that the two models had some sort of rivalry.

The weren’t wrong.

Gabriel was pleased with his son‘s change of attitude and the prospect of potentially rivaling Nicolas Vladislav’s fashion company.

Sunshine vs Eclipse was all the fashion world could talk about. There were billboards of each model. Each one trying to one up the last.

Laurice Vladislav loved it. She loved the idea so much that she created a new magazine cover for the rivalry. A phot shoot Adrien was supposed to have already booked.

Stephan looked over his reflection in the mirror after the stylists left. He smiled, satisfied with what he saw. The smile quickly turned into something darker when he saw a familiar face on the reflective surface.

Spinning his chair around, the Russian model fixed an amused expression at the blonde model, “Do want to take a picture? We’re about to start the photo shoot in two minutes. You’ll be able to keep one of me if you want. It’ll last longer.”

Adrien didn’t laugh.

”Are you happy now? You’ve turned everyone against me and ruining my life!” he bit out, the frustration boiling too wildly for him to tame.

”So? I gave you a choice. I told you to stay away from Marinette. You didn’t. I told you to stay out of my way and keep your head down. You also didn’t. I wasn’t about to let some scion get in the way of my goals and Marinette’s affection,” Stephan raised his eyebrows in a way that showed how little he cared for the blonde’s misfortune.

Adrien glared at him with the same amount of venom the Russian would expect from a peasant. He rolled his eyes at the weak intimidation attempt.

”You’ve turned Marinette into a bad person. She doesn’t want to be friends with anyone in the class anymore. I bet you don’t even care her or the others. Knowing you, you’re probably just using them for your own ends,” the blonde spat. He didn’t bother mentioning that the ravenette had also ruined being Chat Noir for him, single handedly ripping away his freedom from him.

The look Stephan gave him was awful. That was probably the worst thing Adrien could’ve said in that moment.

Stephan marched forward and grabbed Adrien by his collar, “You shut your mouth. I care about Marinette more than you ever did. I went out of my way to help the others. I spent time with her. Listened to her. Comforted her when akumas came after her after a bad day. I never pushed her. I respect her boundaries. I don’t invalidate her feelings like you do. And I certainly don’t expect her to play nice with her bully. Even if she doesn’t except my feelings, I‘d be more than happy to recieve her friendship,” Yes he would be absolutely crushed as Marinette was the first and only person he fell so hard for. He went out his way to sabotage and threaten someone just to be with her. But he wasn’t planning to confess to her yet.

Slowly but surely, Stephan had begun to include Marinette into the limelight more and more. First were small gestures like holding hands and standing in close proximity. But not too close as he didn’t want the bluenette to feel uncomfortable. Then it drifted into hugs and more love like gestures. Some of the backgrounds used were the Seine River, the Effie Tower, and various locations used for dates and love confessions. Every passing photo portrayed them as a young couple in love to the entirety of Paris, just what the ravenette had been aiming for. People were already betting on when the two of them would start dating. Stepheinette was what everyone was calling a power couple. Everything was perfect and no piece of cowardly blonde garbage was going to ruin it.

Especially since Kagami, Chloe, and Alya pulled him aside and gave him the shovel talk. Break Marinette’s heart, and they’d break him the same way.

He wasn’t really worried. He hadn’t planned on breaking the blunette’s heart to begin with.

The three girls were very aware of what Stephan was doing and supported it, so long as he wasn’t trying to push himself onto Marinette. Of course , he would never do that. He valued her comfort before his own goals and made sure never to cross any of those lines with her.

Adrien wasn’t backing down, “You claim that you don’t expect her play nice with her bully but your just like Lila!”

The young Vladislav laughed in the blonde’s face.

Adrien sputtered at his reaction, “What’s so funny!?” He demanded.

Stephan calmed down enough to answer Adrien, “You say I’m just like Lila? Please, the two of us are nothing alike. She’s lazy, has no talent, and has a number of delusions. Not counting the one where she thinks her sausage hair is stylish,” He gestured to the space around them, “I achieved everything I’ve done with my own hands. I brought my rivals down with an iron fist. She swears she‘s the master manipulator and liar, but she is so far beneath my level that the idea of someone comparing us is laughable.” The Russian spoke in a smug, vindicated voice.

”You‘re both liars and don’t care about who you hurt to achieve your goals!” The blonde model protested.

”But I thought she was just lonely and in need of friends,” Stephan threw the words that Adrien used to excuse Lila’s actions back in his face.

The blonde in question stammered as he indeed contradicted himself. Now he sounded like a hypocrite. Never mind that he already was one.

The Russian gave a sly grin as he continued to decimate the male in front of him, “I amassed my own money from hard work. I’m intelligent as well as talented. I destroyed the reputation of one of Paris’ most beloved heroes. I decimated countless wealthy people and their reputations in ruins. I made an image for myself. Not just as my father’s son unlike someone. I took over Francois Dupont. Lila and I are nothing alike. Tell me, do you think Lila could achieve all of this?”

There was only silence as his answer.

”I thought so,” he shoved past Adrien as the camera man announced three more minutes before starting.

The blonde could only watch as Stephan left, wordlessly. It dawned on him that he was right.

What could he do against someone like that? He was like a super villain without a costume. He was smart, talented, independent, and self sufficient. While Adrien was still stuck in his father’s shadow.

Life wasn’t fair.

Meanwhile, Stephan smirked as he stood in front of the camera.

He was a King and if you displeased to the King, you get banished. Just ask Adrien or Lila.

Kings get whatever they want, especially if it was a Queen.

(Else where across Paris, Marinette sneezed)

And whenever the Russian saw something he wanted, he would always get it.

He was Stephan Vladislav wasn’t he?

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bakubabeyy · 2 years

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The Night Before

Summary: It’s the night before your wedding with Katsuki.

Word Count:997

Warnings: female reader, a few swears, reader has ice quirk.

You were laying in bed staring at the ceiling, counting all the light fixtures. Anything to help you sleep. Tomorrow was officially the day. You were finally going to marry the love of your life. You could hardly wait, tossing and turning. You looked back at the clock to see 12:31, it had only been 3 minutes since you looked last. This was going to be the longest night of your life. You try to get into a more comfortable position, when your phone rings. Turning to look at the screen; you see his name, Katsuki. You immediately pick it up.

“Can’t sleep?” He says before you can even get a word out.

“How’d you know?” You both laughed.

“Just a hunch.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Hearing his voice made it so much harder to not be able to see him. You could both throw out this tradition and just see each other. After all, he was only a room away. You hear him sigh on the other end.

“You know this tradition is dumb? Seeing each other the night before isn’t going to magically make me stop loving you.”

“I know! But it could mean bad luck on our wedding day! What if it rains? What if there’s a hurricane or a tornado? Anything could happen.”

“Seriously? Then we’d get married in the rain, you’ve always said you thought the rain made things more romantic. Nothing is going to stop me from officially making you my wife.”

“Your wife huh? I like the sound of that. Well I can't wait to make you my husband.”

He chuckled on the other end. You both knew that it would make no difference if you saw each other, but you really wanted to keep the tradition. It was so hard to sleep without him next to you though. The warmth from his quirk and the faint smell of caramel you always have around isn’t here. You’re in a foreign hotel room, with him right across the hall, longing for you just as much as you were longing for him. Katsuki breaks the silence.

“Do you remember when we first met? You were a huge pain in my ass.”

“Pain in your ass? If I remember correctly you were just jealous of me.”

“Jealous? You were a total know it all. Still are if you ask me.” He teased.

“Just because I'm smart, it doesn’t make me a know it all. I got better grades than you and you couldn’t handle it. Plus I was better at fighting than you too.”

“Oh yea? I definitely remember you crying after I kicked your ass in the sports festival. I know a few people who could back up my story too.”

“That was only the first year! I also stick to my story that you cheated. I don’t know how, but you totally did. I beat you in so many fights after that too.”

“I think that’s when I started falling in love with you..”

“What…?”

“I noticed you training more with Mina, it made me want to train harder too. When it finally came down to one on one battles, you and I were paired up. It was obviously only for training, but I could see how seriously you were taking it. I think after I beat you, something changed in you, you just had to beat me. It’s like it was all you could think about. The determination on your face was like nothing I had ever seen. When Aizawa told us to start, you rushed towards me and put up an amazing fight. You were so quick on your feet, much faster than before, it really caught me off guard.”

“You wouldn’t have known by how quickly you counteracted.” You interrupted.

He laughed. “Yeah, you know how great I am at that. Anyways, like i said you put up a great fight. I was one step ahead of you though, or at least I thought. When I thought I had you pinned, you managed to escape and freeze me to the ground. Hands frozen and everything. No matter what I tried I couldn’t get out. I’m still stumped about it to this day. The look on your face though, I'll never forget it. You were ecstatic. You didn’t rub it in my face that I had lost, you just were so happy that you won. You were jumping up and down like a little kid, then when Aizawa announced you the winner, you helped unfreeze me. You’ve always had such a kind heart and I think that’s what has drawn me to you. From that day on, I made you somewhat of my rival, but not only did I want to be better than you, I wanted to have you. I wanted to make you mine and no one was going to get in my way.” He went silent.

You couldn’t believe he had never told you that. You wanted to be in his arms now more than ever. Forget the stupid tradition, you loved him and he loved you. Nothing could ruin this. Just as you were about to say something, you heard a knock at your door. You opened the door to see Katsuki standing there. He must’ve had the same thought as you.

“Screw tradition.” He said pulling you into a kiss.

You pulled him into the room and into your bed. You knew he would have to sneak out early so your friends didn’t catch him in here, but it didn’t matter. He was with you now and that’s all you needed. You both snuggled into each other. Feeling that familiar warmth you’ve come to love. You snuck a peek at the clock next to the bed, two in the morning. Your eyes started to feel heavy. You fell asleep to the sound of Katsuki snoring quietly. A sound you would get to hear for the rest of your days.

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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Could you do hcs of the characters fucking ur throat? And could I be 🕶 anon? <3 tysm

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Title: Throat fucking hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), Sub reader, gagging, praise, degrading, hair pulling, bit of rope bunny content, degrading names like slut are used. (Unedited)

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia.

Synopsis: The mcyt's fuck your throat.

Word count: 1.3k

Note: Hi anons! I hope that its alright that I put both of your asks together, it's just that they were so similar and it was easier to just do it like this <3

* Also welcome 🕶 anon !!

|| sorry I didn’t update for like 2 days or smth, I was tired and didn’t feel like writing at the time||

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c! Dream

- Your hands groped at his thighs as you pushed your head onto his throbbing cock, you gagged a little bit as the tip of his penis touched the back of your throat. You tried to move your head but he was just too big for you, Dream looked down at your face and bucked his hips.

- You gagged hard to the point where it made your eyes well up with tears, Dream smirked as he looked down at you "Too much for you?" you try to shake your head but can't "Oh that's right, can't talk with your mouth full, can you?" Dream shrugs and puts one of his hands on the back of your head.

- He grabs your head and starts to fuck your face with his cock, it hurt your throat a lot and you knew talking would be hard over the next couple of days "fuck.. So good.." you felt the praise go down to your core, your throat being abused like this really made you feel something new.. You dug your nails into his thighs as you felt yourself cum just from getting used, Dream pulled out and released most of his cum onto your face "What- what happened, baby? Your nails hurt like hell, should I tone it down next time?" Dream comforted you.

- "N- nh..." you shook your head and gestured towards your crotch "I came" you were barely able to get the words out "Really? Shit, you're really a dirty whore.. Just for me, huh?" Dream caressed your face.

c! Sapnap

- "Oh fuck.." Sapnap hissed as your mouth felt amazing around his cock, you closed your eyes and was planning to just give him the regular head that he was used to by now but he felt indifferent as his hand came up to tug on your hair.

- You were sure that his actions weren't intentional, he must just be lost in the pleasure to realize what he's doing to you. You choked a bit as the tip of his penis hit the back of your throat "God.." he bucked his hips up and you had to stop yourself from throwing up, your hands tapped his leg to get him to be more gentle but he looked down at you "You can take it, can't you?" Sapnap pouted.

- You glanced away before looking back at him and showing him a thumbs up "I knew you could do it.." he continued back up, your jaw was hurting and your throat felt all hot and irritated. You suddenly felt yourself tingle down there and your eyes widened, were you seriously getting off to this?!?

- You came as you were sucking on his cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head which Sapnap instantly knew was a sign that you were having an orgasm. He groaned at the sight before cumming down your throat and making you spit it up "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, cumming from getting face fucked?" Sapnap grinned.

- Your throat did not find his words very amusing.

c! George

- He didn’t mean to do what he did, it just felt too good for him.. his head was tilted all the way back and his hips kept moving up to thrust inside your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks and tried to pin his hips to the bed but he just jerked up.

- You gasped and your eyes widened when his sudden jerk made his cock go even deeper into your mouth, it stung your throat and it felt as if you had just swallowed a fork or something. It didn’t bother you but it did make your throat feel uncomfortable as he was fucking your face.

- Your hands were basically bruising his hips to keep them strained down against the bed, the way he was desperately fucking your mouth and not even noticing your pain made you feel a little bit hornier. You felt him throb in your mouth, your jaw was slack and there was so much drool dripping down your chin.

- You gagged when you suddenly came, George came right after and you had to quickly spit out his cum “s-sorry!!” George apologised, “j-just.. came” your voice sounded a bit coarse “you came just from that??” George was surprised “yeah, you just looked too hot like that, couldn’t help myself” you teased.

c! Eret

- Eret had you between her legs while she sat on the throne, his hands were entangled in your hair as your head bobbed up and down “that feels so good, baby..” Eret cooed. Your mouth forcibly opened up even wider so that Eret’s penis could fit inside.

- Your own spit started to leak down your chin, Eret noticed and smirked, their hand reached down to wipe the spit. You loved the sight above you as you gave this man head, they grunted and then placed her arms on your shoulders. You didn’t expect what came next but it’s not like it worried you.

- He held you still and started to fuck into your mouth, her cock sliding in and out. It started to hit against the back of your throat, the way she praised you while straining your throat was honestly really arousing. You clenched your thighs together and let out a small choked moan as you just happened to have a small orgasm.

- Eret pulled out just enough so you were able to speak “Honey, is that what I thought it was? Did my baby just cum from sucking my dick?”

c! Karl

- Karl had started to roll his hips against your mouth, his cock sliding against your tongue. He had normally always been such a sweet whiny boy while given head but I guess he was just a little too impatient today.

- He hated how slow you were going so he just started to take control, he grabbed the back of your head and just started to fuck your face without much thought to it. Unexpectedly you got off faster than he did just from that, he had never taken such charge so it was a big change and it affected you a lot.

- You came, your hand going down to palm yourself as you had a surprise orgasm. Karl came quickly after, you swallowed down what you could and let the rest of it just drip down your face. “I can’t believe I just came from that” you spoke out loud “you did??”

c! Punz

- He had you tied up with your hands bound so you had to use your mouth, you knelt down and opened your mouth up for him “go on. Suck.” He beckoned you closer but you didn’t both to move. You weren’t sure what was going through your head at the time but you sure as hell knew that it’s consequences were high.

- He started to immediately rail your mouth, his hands gripping at your hair and using your hair to move your head. You were choking and gagging on his cock but he didn’t care, tears streamed down your face from the feeling of his huge penis just destroying your throat.

- you felt shameful as you came right there and then from him destroying your mouth, you closed your eyes and hoped he wouldn’t notice “you’re such a little slut, think I wouldn’t notice? You know the rules baby, you’re not allowed to cum without permission..” Punz reminded you.

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